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like i do | jjk
➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader
➥ word count | 3.2k
➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, pet names, mild praise kink, squirting, standing missionary, finger fucking, thigh riding, established relationship, angst w/ a happy ending, possessive!jk, jealous!jk, mentions of infidelity, trust issues
➥ summary | request - Jk being a jealous husband, angst and smuttttt 🥹💘
➥ notes | for lovely anon. hope you enjoy 💚 un-edited, i'll come back and fix any mistakes later. also poor jimin. i love him but i always seem to make him suffer lol.
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Eavesdropping.
Whether it was a stray conversation in a shop, or lurking around corners to see what others really thought of you, everyone’s done it at some point.
Now, it’s a habit Jungkook tries not to encourage - much preferring upfront interactions and direct conversations - but that isn’t to say he’s never eavesdropped before.
But the problem with listening in on conversations you’re not supposed to be is you run the risk of hearing something you wish you didn’t.
And while it wasn’t intentional by any means - he respects you too much to spy, even if the urge is there - he learns this lesson the hard way.
The first time it happens, he’s in the kitchen refilling his cup of iced coffee. There’s a squeal of surprise followed by a lighthearted giggle, the sound of shuffling limbs and a low grunt.
Everything in him freezes at the sound of your delight, gut churning.
He always works so damn hard to pull the laughter from the depths of your throat. And it stings that Jimin - his friend, his brother’s attempts are effortless.
It’s something so simple, and yet the effect it’s having on him is undeniable as Jungkook white-knuckles the handle of his mug and grits his teeth.
His jaw nearly cracks in two when he hears the softly murmured greeting, “It’s good to see you, baby.”
And Jungkook knows, okay.
He knows there’s nothing romantic between the two of you.
If anything, you’re too alike. Twin flames of the platonic variety. Not only would it never work out, but you both feel nothing but familial towards one another.
For fuck’s sake, Jimin was there when Jungkook proposed. Was the one to encourage it, in fact. Has been nothing but supportive about your relationship even when others disagreed.
However, knowing something doesn’t dampen the spark of jealousy.
Nor does it soothe the sharp flash of hurt threatening to steal the breath from his lungs.
Jimin has always been affectionate with you, and he’s always a touch too flirtatious. It’s a part of who he is, and it’s one Jungkook would never ask him to dim. Jimin spent far too long hiding, pretending, stifling himself for other’s comfort.
And Jungkook loves him as he is, encourages him to be his beautiful, authentic self no matter what. Expect maybe when it comes to his wife… for reasons he’s unwilling to examine.
All schoolyard flirtations aside, what bothers Jungkook most are the pet names. He can put aside his petty jealousy because he knows its unfounded.
What’s harder is dismissing the use of that little four-letter word: baby.
It’s supposed to be his way of telling you how much he loves you. Special, intimate. A stand-in for the four-word phrase he whispers into the silk of your skin, tattoos into your heart with his lips.
The realization he’s sharing a part of you he thought all his own sits bitter on the back of his tongue, an acid burn eating through his throat until he can’t find the words.
When you respond in kind with a soft, tender call a piece of him shrivels.
Standing in the kitchen adrift and lovelorn, Jungkook’s left with an empty longing he can’t name and no where to place it.
You weren’t together for more than six months before he proposed, knowing you were the one for him by the second date.
Maybe he moved too fast, was too receptive?
Growing up, he’d always been eager to move onto the next big thing, ready to jump head first. Some said that would come back to bite him in the ass. Was this the day?
Perhaps you regret saying yes so soon. Jungkook knows he’s not like other people. They need time to settle into their feelings like a house settling old wooden bones.
The last thing he wants is to make you feel trapped, suffocated under the weight of all his clingy, needy problems.
So he smothers the discomfort and walks into the living room. He shoots you a smile and inclines his head towards Jimin.
Thoroughly ignores the pulse of pain when he sees how cozy the two of you look cuddled up on the couch, legs tangled together with Bam at your feet.
That should be me.
You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
He can’t lose you.
It’s there he silently vows to be less intense, less attached. Does his best to keep his hands to himself even though he wants to reach across the space between your bodies, and tug you into the cradle of his chest.
Bam picks his head up, cocking his ear to the side when Jungkook winces as Jimin reaches out to tug a lock of your hair, smirking around another purred baby.
Thankfully no one else but the dog notices his moment of weakness or the tension cutting through his shoulders.
Staring at his reflection, Jungkook tucks a lock of hair behind his ear and fiddles with his tie. The three-piece fits like a glove yet he’s never felt more uncomfortable.
He longs for soft cotton and baggy loungewear but tonight is important.
It’s your first year anniversary.
He’s had this night planned out months in advance; pulled all the strings needed to secure a reservation at one of the best five-stars in Gangnam.
You’ve been looking forward to it all week, and your excitement is infectious.
Only Jungkook’s mood sours as soon as he turns the corner to find you on the couch with company, dolled up and radiant. Jimin’s beside you, one leg crossed over the other and swirling a half-empty wine glass.
He says something too low for Jungkook to hear.
“Jimin!” You titter behind your hand, the flash of the jewels on your nails catching the light. “Sto-op! You nasty little freak.”
“What’re you doing here?”
Jungkook doesn’t mean to snap but the inner turmoil spills over before he can shove it down.
Your eyes lose some of their softness, the happiness fizzling from your expression like champagne bubbles. Mouth pinching in at the corners, you narrow your eyes.
A lump grows in his throat.
“What’s got you so pissy, Kook?” you ask.
Jimin clears his throat, averting his gaze to the side as he mindlessly plays with the stem of the glass.
The frosty look Jungkook shoots him withers under your pointed glare. Shoulders sagging, he runs his fingers through his hair, unable to care about how much he’s fucking up the style.
“Sorry Jimin, I… ahem. Anyway, are you gonna be ready to go soon?”
“Mhm, just let me finish up here,” you trail off, motioning to the last few sips of your own wine. “We’ve still got some time before we have to leave anyway.”
Before Jungkook can respond, Jimin cuts in while twining an arm over your bare shoulders, cheek pressed sweetly to yours, “You can’t rush perfection, Kookie. Isn’t that right, pretty baby?”
It’s no surprise your anniversary ends in disaster; a fight so vicious it has you fleeing with an overnight bag, refusing to look at Jungkook let alone speak to him no matter how much he begs you to stay.
Leaving him alone in an apartment ringing with your absence, terrified this is the beginning of the end and thoroughly convinced he’s the worst fucking husband ever.
It’s been several days of radio silence.
No amount of texting or calling gets you to answer. And it’s starting to get to him, going out of his mind with worry, with guilt. If only he hadn’t said this, that, and the other.
If only you’d stayed.
Now, everywhere he turns, Jungkook’s forced to face the jealousy growning like a weed in his heart. And every day it gets worse; a stone crushing his lungs, a bottomless pit curdling his stomach.
He doesn’t know where you are exactly, but his suspicions are proven correct when he nearly busts down the door to Jimin’s apartment only to have you invite him inside, stony-faced and silent.
The quiet doesn’t last, broken by the awkward clearing of his throat as he avoids your stare.
“What are we even doing?” he asks.
Your eyebrows shoot towards your hairline.
There are bags under your eyes and heavy lines around your mouth. You look like you haven’t slept well. Jungkook’s gut clenches, bile bubbling up the back of his throat.
It’s all my fault.
“I’m not sure what you mean, Kook.”
“Please.” He refuses to acknowledge the plea for what it is. “I can’t - I can’t do this anymore.” His voice breaks, cracks in two, tears stopping up his tongue. “I need to know.”
Your eyes flash with confusion. “Baby?” You step closer, hand outstretched and shoulders relaxing. “What are you talking about?”
His intentions are pure, honest.
But months of simmering anger, of doubting everything about himself (again), of resenting the fact he resents you, resents Jimin at all, bubbles to the surface.
He’s not proud of it, but Jungkook explodes; a match set to gunpowder.
“I’m talking about you and Jimin!”
“Me,” you ask, blinking owlishly, “-- and Jimin?”
Jungkook smiles, sharp and unpleasant. Bitter and disappointed. Grief makes him mean, nasty. “Yeah, you and Jimin. Do you think I’m stupid - were you just gonna keep fucking around behind my back?”
“Woah, pump the breaks! What the hell are--”
“Don’t even try to deny it.”
His eyes glint like shards of black ice, cool and assessing as he stares at you. Numb to the concern in your gaze, the purse of your lips. He’s slipping - he knows he’s slipping. Can feel the grief stricken rage pressing in at the corners of his mind.
The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, and yet he’s helpless to stop the words pouring from his mouth. “Did you like watching me make a fool of myself?”
You sneer, arms crossed over your chest so hard it looks like it hurts, “You’re doing that all on your own, Jungkook. I think you need to leave.”
“No, no, come on. I want to know. Why did you marry me if you don’t even want me, huh?”
Stalking closer, Jungkook corners you against the counter.
The smooth glide of his body is reminiscent of a large jungle cat, purely predatory. The uncomfortable thrill of it reflects through your gaze, the clench of your thighs.
Dark satisfaction curls low in his belly.
He asks, “Did he fuck you better, make you scream his name?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about but you’re being a fucking pig,” you say, shoving his shoulder towards the door. “Now I really think it’s time for you to leave. Come back when you’re not being stupid.”
Strong fingers clamp down around your wrist, and Jungkook tugs you into his chest. His free arm curls around your waist, pinning you to his front. The heat of your body can’t drive away the sudden cold washing over him.
“Let go-”
“No.” He watches as any retort dies on your tongue, your eyes meeting his head on for the first time. Whatever you see hooks in, refusing to let go. “I’m not letting you go.”
Shivering, you try to tug your arm free, “Jungkook, please. You’re starting to scare me.”
In lieu of a response, Jungkook dips his head, and inhales the scent of your hair. Dragging his nose down the length of your neck as the familiar perfume floods his lungs. Soothes the prowling beast caged in his chest.
A rumble of satisfaction vibrates through him into you, your nipples stiffening against him.
Jungkook sighs, “You always smell so good, baby.”
The tension threaded through your frame releases, your edges softening until you rest against him fully. Shivers race down his spine when your breath tickles his ear.
You call to him softly.
He hums, nuzzling into the side of your head, “Mhm?”
“Can you let me go now? Promise I won’t go anywhere.”
Jungkook pulls back to look at you for several long seconds. Unlatching his fingers, he watches as you flex your wrist. Then reaches up to tenderly curl the digits around your throat, transfixed by the sight.
A hook of arousal sinks into his stomach.
Yanks hard when you gasp at the push of his thick thigh against your pussy, your whine when he flexes the muscle. With a soft cry, you sag into his body while your hands fly up to plant themselves on his biceps.
“K-Kook!”
“Mm, that’s it.”
The bubble of emotions boiling under the surface of his skin is at odds with the satisfaction coiling in his belly, the interested twitch of his cock.
Jungkook rolls his thigh and works you along the length of it. The heat of you burns through the cotton of his lounge pants, so warm and soft and wet.
"Don't--" your protest trails off, smothered by your teeth as your eyes flutter in pleasure. "Hn!"
Shit, he wants to bury himself so deep inside you’ll never forget the stretch. Ruin you so good with his cock you won’t dream of anyone else ever again. He’d make you his and his alone.
Fingers tightening around your neck, Jungkook murmurs, “Let me hear you, baby.”
Unsuccessfully trying to ignore how good the friction is, you shake your head in denial. But there’s no hiding how turned on you’re getting, panties sticky and thighs clamping around his.
You’re absolutely soaked, evidenced by the growing dark patch on his leg as he grinds you into a sloppy mess.
“W-We can’t, Jimin’s h-home.”
Mentioning the other man is a mistake, and you know that.
Jungkook sees the realization light up in your eyes seconds after he tenses, rutting up against you harshly. The bulge of his cock digs into the dip of your hip, throbbing in time with the labored heaves of his chest.
His kneecap catches, the sharp ridge smashing into your swollen clit. Your mouth drops open, and Jungkook slaps a hand over your face before the wail escapes.
He knows he’s being rough, but the tears in your eyes soothe some of the hurt. And honestly, he can’t bring himself to care overmuch, especially when your hips jerk against his.
“Better be quiet. We don’t want Jimin to hear us,” Jungkook snarls, “after all, what would he think if he saw how bad you’re gagging for your husband’s dick?”
Your indignant response is cut off by another muffled whine, his teeth sinking into the corner of your jaw.
A weak spot of yours - Jungkook abuses it to his advantage. Swiping his tongue through the layer of sweat that clings to your skin, the salt bursting across his tongue.
He groans.
“I don’t give a fuck what you or Jimin think.” His breath puffs warm and moist over your ear, voice whiskey rough when Jungkook says, “You married me. You’re mine, baby, and I don’t share.”
Relocating, his hand releases your throat and finds your hips. He slips under the mid-thigh hem of your oversized nightshirt, and snaps the waistband of your panties with a firm tug.
Pulling the fabric free from between your legs, he tucks the ruined fabric into his back pocket as a souvenir.
“K-Kook,” you say, voice warbling.
He hums, eyes glittering dangerously as his fingers brush over the top of your slit. Your clit jumps beneath the pad of his finger, swollen and throbbing.
When you hiss low between your teeth, he smirks, and bullies the little nub with rough circles until your hips shift from side to side.
“Ah, shit, baby. Can you hear how sloppy your pussy is?”
Jungkook dips his fingers between your folds, playing with your gummy walls as he gathers your slick, teasing the rim of your entrance. The filthy squelches echo out into the otherwise silent apartment.
He preens, chest puffing up with pride, and says, “He can’t make you feel the way I do. Can he?”
Without warning, he slides two fingers deep inside to the third knuckle. Chuckles when you burrow your face into his shoulder, your nails dragging raised lines of heat down his arms as your walls give, fluttering around his thick digits as you adjust to the stretch.
“Mm, you always take me so well, baby.”
You clench at the praise, and Jungkook pumps his fingers in reward, curling up to massage at the spongy patch of your g-spot. You whine, head tossed back and thighs shaking around his hand.
Pain shoots through the base of Jungkook’s spine, and biting back a curse, he reaches down to adjust his cock from where its trapped against you, swollen and leaking.
“Yeah, you’re such a good girl.”
“Please,” you whine before mumbling something else.
Jungkook’s not sure what it is, but figures it’s not all that important when your eyes roll back into your head and your hips twitch.
You start to bear down on his fingers, walls tensing and releasing.
“Gonna cum?” Jungkook nips at your bottom lip, panting into your mouth and sharing breath as his eyes bore into yours. “Fuck! Do it. Wanna feel you cum all over my hand.”
God, you look so good like this; eyes teary and brows crinkled, sweat-slick and mouth slack. A sight he never wants to be without. His sweet girl, his baby, his wife.
“Yeah, that’s it.” His fingers curl and pulse, pet and stretch. “Now open those pretty eyes.”
A hand curls around your jaw, tugs at your chin.
“Look at me,” Jungkook breathes.
Please.
He watches, greedy, as your lashes flutter, the lids weighted down by pleasure. Eventually, you manage to crack them open, and he ruts forward in response. His groan vibrates his lips as they smash into yours in a violent kiss.
You pull away with a gasp, slick dripping down your shaky knees. “I can’t - hnggg - fuck, Kook!”
“Tell me who you belong to.”
He’s unforgiving in his demands, a cold fire burning in the depths of his eyes. His cock throbs, his hips trembling with restraint as he stops himself from rutting to completion against you.
His heart hammers against his ribs, and his stomach swoops.
The answer will either make or break him.
Anticipation floods the room with tension; hovering in the air like a word about to be spoken.
“Tell me.”
“I -- you, Kook, I’ve always belonged to you,” you say, clenching down around him. “Please.”
Capturing you with his gaze, Jungkook hooks a thumb into the corner of your mouth. All the hurt, all the doubts, all the rage bleed out of him like water tossed over the embers of a campfire.
Leaving behind the single-minded desire to give you what you want. What you deserve. Because you’re his and the only thing he wants to do is take care of you.
Love you like you deserve to be.
Like only he knows how to.
The taste of your skin is sharp and bright when his tongue flicks against yours, and he hisses into the plush of your mouth, “Cum.”
Keening, your pussy throbs once, twice. Your belly contracts. And then you’re gushing wetly, a warm flood of slick soaking the palm of Jungkook’s hand, dripping down to puddle on the kitchen tile. Your walls ripple, muscles spasming as you shake apart in his arms.
Jungkook holds you through it, soothing the aftershocks as you slump into him - a marionette with its strings cut. You’re cotton soft, cloudy. Head lolling on his shoulder when you look up at his profile with hazy eyes.
“Show off,” you slur when you catch the sight of his satisfied smirk, the puff of his chest as he stares at something behind you. “Can’t believe you made me cum all over Jimin’s kitchen floor.”
The sound of a choked-off, slightly hysterical laugh comes from the entryway, “Oh, I can. Just glad to see you guys finally made up. Now I’m gonna go wash my eyes with bleach.”
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So how do you think Zayne, Xavier and Rafayel would react when their s/o has a boy best friend, purely platonic but makes other people have second thoughts about their relationship.
Hehehe have a good day, write this if your okay with this 🪐
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what the stars reveal: 1.2k, no gender signifiers used for reader, established relationship, ✨jealousy✨ but with a healthy dose of respect partner juice, surprisingly well-adjusted xav, half-headcanon half-prose, slight allusions to lore if you squint
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— zayne is really good at hiding it, but his tiny mannerisms bleed through enough to make it clear he’s worried. it’s not that he has an issue with you having guy best friends, it’s just that everyone else seems to assume you two are together despite zayne standing right there.
Zayne just stares. Blinks. Stares. Blinks again. You have to nudge him as a reminder that he is, in fact, in public, and that introductions are usually reciprocated by both parties. As soon as you make contact, it’s like a switch flips.
He breezes through his name, occupation, and a firm handshake (not too loose, not too tight), making it look so effortless that you almost forget he’d frozen like a statue as soon as he laid eyes on your best friend. Almost.
He does his best to hide it, but it’s clear something’s wrong. The slight clip to his voice, the furrow of his brow, the hesitance in his eyes when he looks at you — they may be imperceptible to the untrained eye, but all the telltale signs are there. It’s only a matter of time before you get an answer out of him.
“I’m an adult. I don’t worry about those kinds of things,” he says when you voice your suspicion a few days later.
“Uh-huh.”
“It’s true,” he continues when you shoot him a disbelieving look, shuffling the papers on his desk in an attempt to seem nonchalant, “I have absolutely no problem with him.”
You don’t say anything else, simply fix him with a deeper look and cross your arms. He doesn’t crack. It takes a whole five minutes of him pretending to go back to work before he sighs and makes a show of signing something.
“I may,” he says, setting the pen down gently, “Be slightly… somewhat…”
“Jealous?” you finish.
“No,” he says. “Annoyed.” Then, quickly, “Not at you. Or him. Just everyone else.”
You don’t quite understand. “Everyone else…?”
Now it’s Zayne’s turn to fix you with a look. “You can’t tell me you didn’t notice.”
Notice what? you want to ask, but refrain since you don’t want Zayne thinking you’re more oblivious than you already are. You rack your brain for something, anything that you can remember from that day, until…
“Oh,” you say. You do remember getting quite a few stares even before you and your friend coincidentally ran into Zayne. At first, you thought it was because you were still in uniform, but you realize now that it may have been for a completely different reason.
Zayne doesn’t respond, just taps his fingers against the wood of his desk, a nervous tic.
“Those were people who got the wrong idea,” you continue. Then, when his mouth dips into a frown, you move to stand beside him. “I don’t mind hunting them down and telling them just how wrong they were.”
At this, his frown begins to lift. “You don’t need to do that.”
“I would, though.”
He looks at you clearly for the first time in a few days, a hint of amusement sparkling in his eyes. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” you say. You maneuver yourself between him and the desk, falling into a half-straddle. “I’d go to their house, knock on the door, and tell them exactly how Dr. Zayne and I make out every Friday eveni—”
You feel his hand brush against your mouth, closing it.
“Alright, alright,” he interrupts with a small smile, “I get it. I’m secure enough in our relationship not to worry.” He pauses for a moment, then says, “Just don’t miss any checkups.”
“I’ll be right on time, as always,” you say, pressing a kiss to his temple. “And if anyone asks, i’ll tell them exactly who my boyfriend is.”
“Thank you.”
— xavier isn’t sure why you think he’d be annoyed, since your best friend seems nice enough. if anything, you’re the one that seems nervous, broaching the topic with him only to realize he hasn’t minded from the start.
Xavier looks a bit confused. His eyes shuffle between your face, his phone, and the twisting hands in your lap, a small, awkward smile beginning to spread on his face.
“Am I supposed to be… worried?” he asks.
“Are you?” you respond.
This prompts a light chuckle from your boyfriend. He shifts on the couch, turning until his arm rests on the back and his body is angled towards you. “Not really. What about you?”
You shrug. “Maybe a little.”
This seems to surprise Xavier, and you can’t blame him. You’re a bit surprised, too, given that most people’s roles would be flipped in this context.
Still, you can’t help it. Even though you’ve known your best friend for years — much longer than you’ve known Xavier — you don’t want your boyfriend to feel like he’s being overshadowed in his relationship with you. However, it currently seems like those worries are unfounded.
“Well, the way I see it…” Xavier leans in, brushing his lips against your temple, “… it’s wonderful you have so many people to share your life with.”
“You really think so?” you ask, just to make sure.
“Of course. Although…” He leans back, then, mid-afternoon light filtering through the window and washing his features soft gold. His eyes sharpen like sun rays piercing through a cloud. “… if he ever gives you trouble, let me know.”
— rafayel is very loud and clear about his jealousy, and you can count on him to become clingy after you hang out with your best friend. ultimately, you know he doesn’t mind nearly as much as he says he does, so you’re happy to indulge his want for attention if it means you can comfort him when he’s insecure.
Rafayel, as he is wont to do, makes his feelings known immediately and with such startling clarity that at first you think he’s joking.
“You’re serious?” you finally ask, the corners of your mouth tipping upwards into a smile while his stay fixed, pouting.
“Of course I am,” he says. He glares at the empty air beside you head as if it wronged him in a past life. “I mean, it’s fine and all, I guess, but we haven’t seen each other in four days. You haven’t even taken me plushie hunting. And yet…”
“And yet…?”
He crosses his arms and mumbles.
“Use your words, Raf.”
He sighs. “You were with him all day. People were staring.”
“And so you’re jealous,” you deadpan, “because my best friend helped me with a case.”
“Yes!” he says, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “I could’ve helped too! If you keep going around without me like that, you’ll… you’ll…” Something changes in his eyes, and he clicks his tongue, looking away. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter.”
You know your boyfriend well enough by this point to grasp what he’s hinting at. Putting your own frustration aside, you lean in, the soft fabric of Rafayel’s shirt brushing against your fingertips. You plant a soft kiss on his cheek.
“I’m not going to forget you,” you say. Then, you find his arm, uncrossing it so you can take his pinky in yours. “Promise.”
Slowly, slightly, the tension in his shoulders begins to release.
“Can we go plushie hunting?” he mumbles. Then, “Just the two of us?”
You smile. “Of course.”
🩵 bonus hc 🩵: i mentioned it in zayne’s part, but i like to think he drums his fingers against any available surface when he’s nervous or worried. between that, pushing up his glasses, and fiddling with his pen, you can read his mood based off of how much he messes with the objects in his vicinity.
(also also rafayel is so petty when he’s jealous, i know this one is basically canon but i just love it sm ♡)
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Reacting and taking care of their S/O who, due to some accident, ended up shrinking in size, to the point where they can carry them with the palm of their hands.
Genshin Girls: Beidou, Noelle, Eula, Shenhe, Ganyu, Shogun Ei and Yae Miko.
(Genshin Impact) Beidou, Noelle, Eula, Shenhe, Ganyu, Ei, and Yae's S/O getting shrunk down
(Beidou) "How did you...? Bah, it doesn't matter. I'll get ya fixed up in no time, S/O!"
Beidou has no idea what caused S/O to become so tiny, but she won't rest until they're back to normal!
Though truth be told, Beidou just thought that S/O being tiny was a result of her being drunk off her ass.
While she does find it cute that she can carry them in her palm, she doesn't actually do so due to how much she talks with her hands, or in general just moves them.
She's afraid she's going to crush them based on pure muscle movement.
Instead, S/O rests comfortably on the back of her coat, near her neck, at least when they're moving.
Beidou has a bird cage in her room that she bought and adorned it with soft feathers.
(S/O) "...This makes me feel like a pet."
(Beidou) "Do you wanna be on the wooden floors of the Crux instead?"
At least this was temporary. Her first order of business is to get Ningguang to help out with this problem.
(Noelle) "My goodness, what happened to you?!"
Noelle is terribly confused, but she immediately sets off to find help, S/O safely in her palms all the while.
She becomes hyper aware of her grip strength and where S/O is, afraid that they would get hurt, crushed, stepped on, or all sorts of dangerous things!
Noelle goes to find Sucrose, Albedo, or Lisa, preferably all three so they could explain what happened!
She also becomes hyper defensive of anyone holding S/O, her palms shielding them as she turns her entire body away from said person.
(Noelle) "Ah, please do not touch S/O! They are in a very precarious state!"
(S/O) "Uh, Noelle? I still need to be able to see-"
(Noelle) "Please bear with me, it would give me peace of mind if you are wholly incapable of being harmed!"
(S/O) "If I were in anyone else's hands, I would've doubted that."
That comment makes Noelle beam with pride.
(Eula) "When I said that my vengeance would dwarf your entire being...I did not mean it literally."
(S/O) "Yes yes, very funny Eula. Now can you put me down? You holding me with two fingers just feels like I'm a grape or something."
Honestly? Eula finds the situation hilarious. Her teasing goes up tenfold when S/O is extremely tiny like this.
If they try to give her any lip, she'll just pull the-
(Eula) "How can you make such threats when you are the size of my thumb, S/O?"
-card.
Eula will ask Amber or the Traveler for help, and while she is concerned for S/O, there is a smile on her face whenever she looked at them.
A pocket S/O was very cute to her.
(Eula) "Would you like to go to Dragonspine with me in this state, S/O?"
(S/O) "What, you planning on turning me into a popsicle?"
(Eula) "That is an excellent idea!"
(Shenhe) "...You are tiny."
(S/O) "Really? I haven't noticed, Shenhe..."
Shenhe figured this is something that the Adepti can help her with.
In all her life, she had never encountered a situation as bizarre as her current predicament.
If Noelle was possessive of tiny S/O, then Shenhe is borderline yandere.
Those who seem to mean harm to her tiny significant other will be met with a violent and bloody end.
One which S/O's voice can be frantically heard coming out of her palms, begging her to stand down.
Hopefully her master, Cloud Retainer, can bring S/O back to normal.
(Shenhe) "Are you resting comfortably?"
(S/O) "I am but...resting on your chest is kind of...strange."
(Shenhe) "But you do so all the time."
(S/O) "It's one thing for me to rest my head on it, Shenhe, and an entirely different situation for me to literally sit on it!"
(Ganyu) "S-S/O! Are you okay, how did this happen? Don't worry, we'll get some help right away!"
Ganyu immediately defers to Cloud Retainer for bringing S/O back to normal.
But when she's told it'd take a few days before the rite would happen, Ganyu takes S/O with her at all times.
At work, S/O is sitting at her desk while she catches up on her neverending paperwork.
S/O has a plate with flowers to sit on as they watch her work.
In some strange fashion...Ganyu quite liked this.
It allowed S/O to be with her during work so she didn't feel entirely stressed.
Though the threat of S/O being blown away or crushed gave her a whole new level of stress.
(S/O) "Careful, Ganyu. You're sweating enough that it's threatening to splash on me."
(Ganyu) "R-REALLY?!"
(S/O) "A-ah, it was just a joke! Though, I guess not anymore with how you shot straight up like that...!"
(Ei) "...You did not tell me you were capable of this, S/O."
(S/O) "It's because I'm not!"
Ei decides to find out what happened to S/O herself, and leaves them in the most capable hands.
Also herself.
The Raiden Shogun stands unflinchingly on guard, meditating until Ei's return as S/O is sitting in her palm.
(S/O) "...Can I get something to eat?"
(Raiden) "Sara. Retrieve a bowl of rice at once."
(Sara) "Yes, Almighty Shogun!"
S/O awkwardly fidgets with their hands.
(S/O) "Can I move?-"
(Raiden) "No."
Meanwhile, Ei lets S/O sit on her finger like a bird, though they have a much harder time balancing themselves.
(Ei) "What a curious situation you have found yourself in."
(S/O) "Y-You don't have to stare at me that intensely, you know!"
(Yae) "Oh, how adorable you have become, S/O! I could just eat you up-"
(S/O) "Try it and I'm pulling out the fur on your ears!"
Yae has to try her best not to hurt herself laughing at S/O's situation.
Now this was worth writing down!
Though, S/O clearly disagreed.
(Yae) "Come now, S/O. I wouldn't be distressed, think of all the interesting new friends you can make!"
(S/O) "Yeah, plenty of bugs and birds would like to meet and eat me, Yae."
(Yae) "Do you want to test that out?"
(S/O) "Absolutely not!"
Surprisingly, she's seen this kind of situation happen throughout her long life.
And she knows that S/O will go back to normal in a few days.
But that's all the more reason for her to enjoy the time she has!
Who knows when the next time she'll be able to laugh this hard?
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Hello could I request some cod characters (dealer's choice) being protective of their s/o who is being sent threatening messages from an abusive ex?
Horangi x Male/GN Reader
Abusive Ex yoooo! And bbg Horangi
Warnings/notes:
Threatening messages (nothing bad just mild), Ex is girl (because usually the abusive ex is always male from what I read.. So I just thought why not female), Some swearing, Lazy writing, no proofreading.
"I'm going to fucking kill you"
"Please take me back"
"I know where you live, Your new boyfriend isn't even that good"
"I don't understand why you left me.. "
"I don't understand why you decided to change. Is this new relationship only to get back at me"
... On and on and on..
These fucking messages. She got your new number.
No matter how hard you blocked your ex, hell even contacting the police. Of course who are no help, Never taking you seriously.
She just won't stop leaving you alone.
"Sweetheart, what's up? You look.. Well you look like you just got a text from your ex"
Horangi.. Your new boyfriend chuckled as he said that, sitting across from you in the sofa. Setting down his phone to look at you curiously.
You don't answer, shifting your frowning face and looking at Horangi raising an eyebrow.
"Mhm.. What a coincidence"
Oh.. Horangi's joking facade immediately stopped. His smile dropping to a frown, you could already see veins growing in his face.
"I thought you blocked her?"
"I did"
"... She found your number again?"
You nod and before you can even start complaining about her again. Horangi snatches your phone from your hands, scrolling through the recently new messages you just got.
"God.. Fucking-- What is her problem"
You hear Horangi hiss through his teeth. His grip on your phone tightening, threatening to break it if he continues scrolling through the messages
"Hey, Hey it's.. Okay.. Don't break my phone.."
You say worriedly moving over in front of Horangi to grab your phone away from him gently. Which he thankfully does give it back to you
"Sorry.. Sorry it's just-"
Horangi trails off grabbing the back of your head and pushing your head to lay on his chest, pulling you down to the sofa to lay with him. He starts caressing your head as he looks off to the side, His head angrily stewing off probably different ways to ruin your ex.
You sigh wrapping your arms around Horangi's back fixing yourself so you lay now on Horangi's shoulder.
"It's fine, I swear"
"You don't have to keep saying that.."
Horangi cuts you off, wrapping himself around you protectively.
"I'm sorry" he sighs, "I just wanna protect you, You know I would never treat you like that right?"
He says comfortingly, kissing your forehead.
"I know you won't.."
You respond, reciprocating the kiss. On the lips this time.
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You would stay like this for a while, you on top of Horangi as he protectively hugs you close to him. It's all very comforting, until you eventually close your eyes.
You're asleep.
Good.
Horangi rubs your head, staring up at the ceiling. When he feels you're breathing slow.
He grabs your phone, typing in your phone password. He knows.. You both trust each other. And that's a good thing.
He's doing this just to protect you
Click through your messages. Click Unknown number, Her. Her and her fucking annoying messages. When was she gonna get a life.
Well that's what Horangi's gonna teach her, sadly he won't kill anyone today. But threatening is hopefully enough to get it through her thick skull. Lest, she wants to see a video of you getting railed by him.
Just to keep you safe. It's all for you. His beautiful, perfect Boyfriend.
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Temptation - seungcheol
idol!au - seungcheol x reader - fluff - angst??? - protective cheol
“of course it matters to me. You’re a part of the team and you’re under my responsibility. I won’t be able to forgive myself for failing to take care of my members and my only love.” -s.
🍂🍂🍂
Things like this never really bothered you for a long time. It was something you’ve learnt during your fresh debut years and Seungcheol’s familiar advice. don’t let a random stranger online who didn’t see your struggles, ruined the best of you. Although you couldn’t never understand why people were cruel enough to do that, you worked hard to be in the place you were now and pushed random strangers opinion. Whether it’s a random rumor other people made online to throw shades, you never really took it seriously unless it was a correct information.
Indeed people do change throughout the years. Some humans can really be fragile with their emotions once they grew older.
This started when the other day you accompanied him to his photoshoots. Cheol was trying to process and accepting your weird behavior. That day was also the day an article online was released about your interaction with Taeyong during an award show a few days ago. But the headline was starting to bother you. Cheol doesn’t know it yet. He hasn’t been on his phone due to his busy schedule.
The sound of the camera shutter stopped, signaling he was on a break. He walked towards you and you quickly shutting off your phone, giving him a smile as he comes closer to kiss your forehead. You didn’t know what you were feeling at the moment. A sense of guilt build inside you like piles of deck stacked up together. You shouldn’t feel this scared. Everything on the article wasn’t true at all.
You tried to distract your own mind by fixing his hair and have a talk with the staffs. To be honest with yourself, it wasn’t working.
“love, you okay? You’re so pale, what’s wrong? Sick?” There was a mixture of concerned and worried in his question. You just sat straight and nodded, telling him you were absolutely fine. Liar.
Cheol is the most hardworking person you’ve ever met in your whole life. He took care of you and 13 other people for almost his whole life, putting on more pressure didn’t seem like a good idea. He attend meetings even when he didn’t have anything to say just to give out all the informations to members. Cheol put you and his members before himself. He’s really a great leader with responsibility.
Maybe you just wished you could’ve been a better girlfriend and team member.
Cheol wasn’t that easy to fool by your lies either. If he sees something off, he knows there’s something wrong. Maybe he can’t ask you right now but he’ll ask you as soon as you both get home. But your sudden change of behavior has gotten on his nerves. Cheol noticed you had been going through your phone a lot, sighing at something that he doesn’t know.
Even when you both got home, you denied the thousand questions he had asked you. “Is there anything you want to show me baby? You’re quiet for the last few days as well. Was there something that I don’t know?”
“Was there something you’ve wanted? I can buy it for you.”
“Do you need a few more days of break? I could discuss with the staffs if you need me to.”
Yet you couldn’t answer him and just ignored. There was a disappointed look on his face when he saw you walk away from him. Cheol thought about dropping the subject once he saw the way you’ve gotten uncomfortable and he didn’t want to accidentally cause an argument. So he stopped talking about it, hoping whatever kind of problems in your mind that has been bothering you would soon be gone by the next few days or faster. But to him, it was getting worse in his point of view.
He indeed has seen a rumor scandal between you and a NCT member on social media but that never came up to Cheol’s mind if that was the cause of your weird change of behavior. All he could think of was 3 days ago when you said you’ve been in a lot of pain mentally and physically from overworked. So Cheol cleared your schedule with the help of staffs.
That. You wondered if you ever deserved a person like him. Were you enough? Because you didn’t feel like you should earn love from him. You don’t deserve him. That’s what you thought.
Yet he took care of you as if you are worth more than what you think.
‘ svt member y/n caught having an affair interaction with nct Taeyong while she’s in a relationship with svt’s leader Scoups.’
userxxxxxx: I wonder what they were talking about
randxmxser: she’s doing things without thinking her limits. Poor scoups.
kxwxii: she’s probably cheating on Scoups. Is one man not enough for her?
qwlsky: she’s pretty and all but damn. Scoups deserves someone better.
and society’s opinions could really make people feel bad.
You don’t even know how long you could bottle your feelings because you ended up failing to keep it a secret from him when you went to his arms, barely getting yourself together. Both of you were coming back from a long meeting for future going seventeen schedules ahead. It seemed a little bit weird for a request to him but you asked him to pull over at the side of the road. He did generally asked you why but he slowly parked and you got out of the car, leaving him confuse.
“Y/n?” Cheol called you, until he saw you lean against his car and a tear escaped your eyes.
When he saw your struggles, he soon got out as well and walked to you, seeing you break down like a crack lined glass just shattered in front of his eyes. He felt like as something had tug his heartstrings. There was something that has been bothering you so much.
You felt his arms, slowly pulling you close to his chest as you breathe in his scent of cologne. Hot tears streamed down your face, feeling him hug you tighter with his chin rested on the top of your head. If it weren’t because of something else, there’s only left one thing on his mind. God, he wished he could’ve think faster. His nightmare came true before he could take action. He rubbed your back, trying to calm you down. “Are you mad at me Cheol? I swear I wasn’t-”
He hushed you. “hey, we went over this before right? I trust with every decision and action you do. We promised not to trust everything we see in the internet baby.” He told you. You didn’t know why were you scared either.
“I know you would never do anything like that. We made an agreement we can talk freely with our friends right? I don’t see a problem with you having an interaction with others.” He was soft. Even with the cold breeze outside, his presence sent warmth to you. Cheol could feel how scared you were. He never knew how much this could affect you.
“does it matter to you?”
“of course it matters to me. You’re a part of the team and you’re under my responsibility. I won’t be able to forgive myself for failing to take care of my members and my only love.” There was a smile on his face as he wiped the tears of your face. His laugh. It’s like a instant cure medicine for your heart.
Maybe you could think that you don’t deserve humans like him but he could guarantee he couldn’t live without you by his side.
“I love you, please remember that. I would never get angry over something that isn’t true. I’m proud you’re brave enough to speak it up to me.”
-
“y/n! Are you okay? I heard about the scandal rumor thing yesterday. Please don’t even bother, they’re just seeking for attention.” You see one of the staffs you’re close with approached by while you and Seungcheol. You smiled. “Yeah. I’m fine, thanks for the asking.”
In the meeting, you didn’t really spoke a full sentence to anyone. You just listened to everything. Seungcheol did most of the talking but you couldn’t really catch up with the conversation. You didn’t even realized how much time had passed by due to you getting lost in your own thoughts. His cold hand touches yours snapped you back to reality.
“you okay?”
you hummed in response before feeling his lips touches your forehead. “The team settled everything. We can go now.”
Soon a few moments later, a notification popped up in both’s phones.
‘artist guidelines.’
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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Twenty-Three
Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader
Demon! OC x Reader
Chapter Twenty-Three: I Hate You
Summary: The demons are back in Hell, but the problem still exists.
“Dad?” called (Y/N) as they entered the penthouse. They spied him on the terrace and ran out. “Dad!”
“(Y/N),” he said in relief, and they grabbed him in a tight hug. He hugged back. “I’m glad you’re alright. I was so worried.”
“I knew you would come,” said (Y/N), burying their face in his shirt.
“Is everyone alright?” asked Lucifer.
(Y/N) nodded. “Maze and Amenadiel made sure Chloe and Eve are fine. Em’s with my friends, and they were okay.”
“Good,” said Lucifer. The demons hadn’t taken anyone either he or (Y/N) cared about. They were all safe. (Y/N) was safe.
“And although it was exciting and everything, I’m glad that it’s all over,” sighed (Y/N), pulling back slightly.
“I am, as well,” said Lucifer with a slight smile, but it was melancholy.
“I’m sorry that you had to show you Devil Face,” said (Y/N). “I know you’ve been having trouble with it.”
“To protect you, I’d wear it forever if I had to,” said Lucifer.
“Yeah, but you don’t have to, so that’s good,” said (Y/N), smiling. “And you won’t have to again since the demons went back to Hell. It’s all okay.”
Lucifer didn’t smile, and his gaze softened sadly.
(Y/N) frowned. “Dad? It’s okay, isn’t it? I mean, you sent the demons back to Hell. We’re okay, right?”
“(Y/N)…” Lucifer trailed off.
“It’s okay, isn’t it?” (Y/N) could feel his sadness, and their heart clenched as their instincts said something was wrong. “We’re okay, right? We fixed everything.”
“I don’t lie, (Y/N),” said Lucifer softly.
“Dad?” said (Y/N), voice trembling slightly as his tone.
“Tonight, we won,” said Lucifer.
“We did. We put the demons back in Hell,” said (Y/N). “They’re not coming back.” Lucifer was silent. “Right?”
“We just plugged one hole in a very flimsy boat,” said Lucifer. “Now that the demons know I have no intention of returning, they…they’ll continue to defy me. It’s only a matter of time before they come back to Earth.”
(Y/N)’s anxiety grew as he spoke, and they start fiddling with the edges of their sleeves. “Okay, okay, so? You’ll-We’ll-We’ll just send them back again. We’ve done it-We’ve done it before. We know how to handle it.” The rapid thoughts were starting, spiraling, making it harder for them to get the right words out.
“(Y/N), they’ll keep coming for you. You can’t live with a target forever on your back,” said Lucifer. “I can’t live knowing they’ll keep coming for you.”
“Okay, so? It wouldn’t-It wouldn’t be a big change for us. We already have people who try to hurt us. They do it-They do it all the time. We can handle it,” said (Y/N)
“Not forever, (Y/N). It’s no way for you to live,” said Lucifer.
(Y/N)’s eyes burned. “Okay, okay, so, what? What does that mean?”
“I have to go back.”
The words hung in the air as father and child stared at each other.
“What…?” (Y/N) spoke in barely a whisper, forcing the word up through their lungs clenching in pain.
“I have to go back, (Y/N),” said Lucifer.
“For-For how long?” said (Y/N), blinking as tears began to collect in their eyes. “Just to-to take care of business, right? Then you’ll, then you’ll come back.”
Lucifer’s eyes were filled with pain as he gazed at them. “(Y/N), the prophecy…I was wrong.”
“No, Dad, I don’t want to do this.” (Y/N) shook their head furiously.
“The demons are coming to earth. Evil is coming. And I can’t let it get near you,” said Lucifer. “I have to go back.”
“Stop it, Dad, stop talking like that! We handled it! Just stop!” shouted (Y/N), squeezing their eyes shut to block out the tears threatening to fall. “The prophecy is shit!”
“I have to keep the demons contained.” Lucifer reached out and cupped (Y/N)’s cheek. “That way they can’t hurt you. And that’s what matters to me. And if I need to be go back and be their king to keep you safe, then I’ll do it.”
“But you’ll come back. You’ll just-You’ll just remind them that you’re king and to not mess with you, and then you can come back!” The words spilled out of (Y/N) as they spoke quickly, worriedly.
“I have to leave, (Y/N),” said Lucifer.
“So you’re leaving me? Forever?” said (Y/N), eyes widening.
“I’m doing this to protect you,” said Lucifer.
“You’re going to leave me alone?!” cried (Y/N).
“(Y/N), this is to protect you,” said Lucifer, reaching out and taking their shoulders as (Y/N) shook their head violently.
“You’re abandoning me!” shouted (Y/N), all anger and fury and desperation and crushing sadness. The shadows around them moved violently, reacting to the storm of emotions building.
“(Y/N), you’re my child!” said Lucifer desperately. The truth was out there. (Y/N) had called him Dad for months, but Lucifer had finally called them his kid. “You’re the person I care about, enough that a prophecy came true!”
“Stop it! Stop saying goodbye!” cried (Y/N). “You can’t abandon me!”
“I don’t regret a thing,” said Lucifer. “I would choose to find you over and over.” Tears were in his eyes as he gazed at his kid. “I’m only sorry I have to leave.”
“You promised you wouldn’t abandon me! You promised you wouldn’t leave! You promised!” screamed (Y/N), the room crawling in shadows.
“(Y/N),” said Lucifer softly. “I love you.”
Honesty. Pure, unfiltered truth. That was what those words were.
But they were also pain to (Y/N). The words pierced their heart, and they staggered back. Tears were in their eyes, but they refused to let them fall. They glared, lip trembling.
“I’m sorry,” said Lucifer, and his wings unfurled, bright white. He gazed at (Y/N) and reached out to hold them again. “I swear, (Y/N). I love you.”
“I hate you.”
(Y/N) glared at Lucifer through teary eyes and spoke through pure pain.
Lucifer’s eyes widened before he stepped back. His gaze softened. He couldn’t soothe (Y/N)’s pain. And he couldn’t heal his own as their words struck his heart. He could only protect (Y/N) from further danger.
His wings flapped once. He was gone. (Y/N) screamed.
The shadows around them curled around the furniture and shattered them. They turned away from the balcony and threw their arms out, letting the bar be fully destroyed, furious and betrayed.
(Y/N) swallowed around the lump in their throat before crying out again letting his piano be smashed to pieces. They hated it, they hated it, they hated it! He had left them! How could he?! He had said he’d stay! He was their dad, he’d promised to protect them!
But he had abandoned them!
(Y/N) stared at his room and let the shadows turn it to darkness before tearing his bed apart. Papers and feathers and blankets flew everywhere. (Y/N) didn’t care. They just wanted to get rid of the pain in their chest, but no matter how much they smashed, it wasn’t going away.
(Y/N) screamed and kicked the bedframe. They grabbed his desk chair and smashed it over his desk angrily. It broke apart, and papers fluttered out of the desk drawer, landing at (Y/N)’s feet.
They grabbed it to tear it to pieces and froze. The words on the page stared up at them. (Y/N) let out a breath and fell to the floor.
Adoption.
The word stood out on the paper in front of them. Beside it stood their name.
Lucifer was going to adopt them.
(Y/N) felt a tear run down their cheek. They sobbed. They couldn’t hold the sadness back any longer. They let out a scream as tears ran down their cheeks. They screamed until their throat gave out, and they curled up into themself. (Y/N) held the adoption papers to their chest and sniffed. They futilely tried to wipe away the tears before giving up and just trying to pull themself into a corner.
The anger abated. All the rage they’d been using to avoid the sadness broke, and all they could do was sob and sob and sob as the whole it their heart opened wider.
Lucifer had left. Their dad was gone.
“Please come back,” whispered (Y/N). The empty penthouse remained silent to their plea. “I was lying.” They clutched the papers to their heart and squeezed their eyes shut. “I love you.”
But there was no one to respond. (Y/N) was alone.
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[AKNK] Butler in Wonderland / Chapter 6 - Storm of Revolution(?)
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Ammon: ".....and, so.
Bastien, as a punishment for your secret snacking…
You're gonna 'pat the king on the back' for one month…!
What do you think, defendant? If you have any objections, feel free to–"
Bastien: "Okay. I plead guilty.
For the next three months... I will pat the king on the back."
Ammon: "Huh? The sentence somehow got increased, though...
Well, that's okay. Now that Bastien's trial is over… Next up is Lord (name)'s trial…"
Muu: "No!
There is one more person I have to judge!
Mr. Boschi! Next one is you, please go to the defendant podium. You have your own crimes to answer for!"
Boschi: "Hey, hey… you're still continuing this? Good grief.
It can't be helped, huh. Well, get it done quick."
Boschi took the defendant podium this time, replacing Bastien. Compared to Boschi who looks irritated, Muu, who is sitting in the judge's chair, looks as happy as ever.
Muu: "Mr. Boschi! I'd like to explain your crime...
You are always taking over my favorite napping spot!"
Boschi: "Huh? Such things are first come first serve. If you have a problem with that, you come first."
Muu: "Ugh... I thought so, but no matter how early I came... you always sleep there before me!
And, you skip work!"
Boschi: "...Resting is part of the job."
Muu: "Ughhh… are you still refusing to admit your crime?
Normally, I would have just backed down, but… today, I am the king!
Mr. Boschi will be punished for his crime of dozing off!"
Boschi: "Sigh… Hey Ammon, do something."
Ammon: "Wha?
I dunno what you're talking about...
I'm in the 'prosecutor's seat', I can't be asked to defend you.
Besides... I think Mr. Boschi should fix your dozing habit, too~"
Boschi: "Tch…Can't be helped. Then, people in the 'defender's seat', Mr. Miyaji and Flure. Handle the rest."
Flure: "What! Th, that's right... What should we do? Prof. Miyaji…"
Miyaji: "Hmm… Boschi's crime of dozing off, huh…
I'm sorry. There's no way to defend you."
Boschi: "Oh, come on. That couldn't be right..."
Muu: "Looks like the guilty verdict is in!
So, Mr. Boschi will be punished.... You'll have to 'treat me to some delicious meat'!"
Ammon: "I think that's a fair punishment, King ♪"
Boschi: "Sigh… Alright, alright. You got me this time.
…Just remember this, you guys."
Muu: "Fufu. On top of getting some pats, I'm going to get some meat as well. Power is amazing!"
> (Sounds like he's having fun...)
Miyaji: "King. Now that the two have been tried... is it time to move on to the next trial?"
Muu: "Oh, that's right. Ms. (Name), please stand on the defendant podium! Err… What was your crime again, Ms. (Name)?"
Ammon: "Getting into the property of the King of Spades without permission."
Muu: "Oh yes, yes, that was it! Well then, Ms. (Name). What is your excuse?"
> "I'm not sure about my 'excuse'…"
Muu: "Hmmm... So nothing in particular… Now, defense side! Do you have any questions for Ms. (Name)?"
Miyaji: "I think there may have been a reason why they entered the premises... We should not make a decision on the sentence without hearing it first."
Flure: "That's right! Let's start by asking why they came here.
For what reason did you come to the domain of the King of Spades, Lord (name)?"
> "Looking for the diamond."
> "Looking for a way home."
Flure: "Hm, hm I see... You need the diamond in order to return to your original world, right?"
Muu: "I see, I see... I didn't know there was such a circumstance…
That's even more inexcusable, to return to your original world without the king's permission…"
> "Eh..."
Muu: "That said... I am a very kind king.
I will give you special permission to return to your world!
However… with one condition!
'From now on, you must stroke my chin every day.'..."
> "Um…"
Ammon: "Uh… King? Can I have a word? Such a condition wasn't in the script, though…"
Muu: "Yes! Because I just thought of that.
If you don't accept this condition... I won't return you to your original world!
Fufufu. The king's orders are absolute ♪"
Boschi: "...Goodness gracious. He's completely blinded by greed."
Ammon: "Power changes people-.... no I mean, it changes cats too…"
Flure: "Um... So, what do we do now?
I don't care even if I'm against another butler...., I can't allow him to be so selfish towards the Lord…"
Miyaji: "Hmm...
Since ancient times, there has only been one way to stop a king...
Revolution, it is."
Bastien: "A coup d'état, indeed."
Ammon: "Imma drag you down the throne ♪"
Muu: "Hu-huh? What's going on…? Why are you all coming towards me?
Uwaaah!
H-he-help me please~!"
Thus, the King of Spades… who had reached the height of tyranny, was surrounded by the card soldiers…
and got mercilessly punished with 'Tickle Torture'.
Muu: "Ahyahya! I'm sorryy~!"
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Hiii. How are you?? This is my first ever request since I've been on this app and what a great idea would be if I ask my favorite writer my first request. So because you're THE queen of angst I wanted to ask if you could write something about Billy. 12, 16, 19, 32 & 41 from the angst list. Choose the ending as you wish. Sorry if they're a lot, you can take some numbers out if you want. Thank you!! Free to decide if you take it or leave it. Love youu 💛
I'm very tired. How are you?
Oh thank you!! I will gladly be the queen of angst 🧎♀️
⚠️no happy ending ;)
“I wasn’t enough for you?” “No, you were too much.”
“It didn’t have to be like this, but now you’ve ruined everything.”
“This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now.”
“Don’t look at me like you’re sorry. You’re not sorry.”
“Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the problem? All these people keep leaving and you keep acting surprised.”
Billy didn't believe in love. He didn't believe in someone truly and deeply loving someone, no matter their mistakes. He believed every one lies to themselves, saying they are in love because that is what they are supposed to do. Billy hated everything about the world. And he's supposed to fall in love and somehow it all gets better? He calls bullshit.
She was the opposite. She adored the idea of being in love. Believing there was nothing better than learning to love someone with all their flaws. She believed once you find the right person, everything will fall into place.
So how did she find herself caught up with the most self destructive man on the planet?
Now as she sits here crying on the curb with a party alive and wild behind her, she wishes she listened to all the warnings. All the warnings from girls that Billy does not settle and he never will. That she shouldn't expect to change him because he never will. Billy Hargrove does not fall in love, period. But she was dumb and thought maybe her love could conquer it all. She believed she could fix him, show him falling in love was beautiful and worth the hurt. Turns out she learned from him. She learned her love doesn't conquer anything. It leaves her heartbroken and crying on a curb. Filled with insecurities she didn't even know she had. Filled with endless bottles of doubt that surrounded her feet. She thought she found the right person but now everything is even more out of place.
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An hour ago, everything was good and it's been good for months. Her and Billy began dating two months ago and she was the happiest she's been. And she believed he was too. Girls from every corner warned her that Billy sleeps and moves on. She thought maybe he didn't find the right one yet. Turns out she wasn't the right one either.
She can feel the burning tears coming back as she remembers what happened just minutes ago. When she caught her boyfriend leaning against a sink, a girl on her knees in front of him. She could still hear his moaning and groans as his hands pushed the girl further down on him. His head and body were totally lost in the moment. Probably having the time of his life as she searched the party floor by floor for him.
When she caught him she didn't make a peep. Simply closing the door again and rushing down the stairs. Her plan was to run as far as she could but the sobs taking over her body didn't let her move far. Just a few feet away from the front door.
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She wasn't sure how long she was sitting out there. She saw couples leaving, lip locked and giggling. Saw girls throwing up and sobbing. Her arms and legs were cold as she sat in a dress but couldn't find the want to even move a step.
"baby, there you are! I've been looking everywhere." The sound of his voice used to make her feel butterflies. Calling her baby was always so soft and special. Did he call the girl on her knees that when she was swallowing him?
His hand touched her arm and she flinched, hard. He definitely noticed and quickly moved his hand back to his area.
"are you okay?" He asked.
He sounded concerned but maybe that was just how good of an actor he was.
"let's see. One of us was spending an hour crying on the curb and the other one was getting a blowjob from a slut. Should we play who is who?" She snapped. Her tears may have been blurring her vision but she vowed to look him dead in the eyes as she fell apart. Forcing him to watch every tear fall so he knows what he did. Maybe he wouldn't even care. Maybe he'd laugh and mock her for thinking they were something real. Maybe he was just that cruel.
~~
One thing about Billy is he will do many things wrong. And know exactly what he's doing. He'll know it's wrong but will gable on his charms to get him out of things.
But another thing about Billy is he does not like to be called out. He does not like to be forced to hear other people tell him what he did, how he fucked up.
He felt himself spurring words before he took the time to think about it.
"now who told you that? You know girls are always making shit up to break us up." He scoffed.
"I saw you Billy. And I don't understand why?" She asked. She didn't want to fight. She wanted it to hurt him as bad as it hurt her.
"look you're drunk. You probably saw someone that wasn't me"
The anger was filling her. He was sitting here like she was making shit up for fun.
"oh fuck you Billy. Don't lie to me. Be a fucking man and tell me why you cheated on me! I wasn't enough for you? Is that it? I refused to have sex yet and you need to go find it somewhere?"
She wasn't ready to go that level with him. She feared she wouldn't be good enough compared to the countless girls he apparently worked his way through. She thought maybe it would hurt less when he walked out the door. She was wrong. It still hurts the fucking same.
"not enough? No you are too much! I didn't ask to be in a fucking relationship with you. You just assumed and ran with it. I never agreed to be tied down to one girl. That shit is on you!"
Billy did what he did best. He threw the blame on someone else. He'd do the crime but he'd make sure his hands were never bloody when it was time to point fingers.
"are you fucking serious? We went on a date after date. We've been doing this dance for two months and you thought we weren't even together? Yeah maybe I assumed, I'll take the blame there. But that is no excuse to shove your dick down another girl's throat."
"it didn't have to be like this, but now you've ruined everything! You allowed your feelings to get in the way and made yourself think you were special. I never once told you I was only seeing you. Maybe you should have asked if you wanted some clarity." He spit out.
She couldn't tell if he was putting on a show or was actually this broken of a man.
"Jesus Billy. Fine fuck it! It was all my fault. I was stupid and thought you deserved to be loved. You sucked me in with your sob story of everyone leaving you. You made me feel like you wanted someone to care. And I did. I cared for you and I did everything to make you feel like you were worthy of love. My mistake. Because now I'm thinking, have you ever thought that maybe you’re the problem? All these people keep leaving and you keep acting surprised. You make it impossible for anyone to stand by you when you treat everyone like they can be replaced in seconds. "
Billy didn't like the way that hit him in his gut. He thought he was so passed feeling anything other than a good orgasm.
He was pissed. She did this to herself. He never made them official. She got caught up in her own fantasies and blamed it on him.
"fuck you!" He spat
She realized that may have been a low blow. People leaving Billy ever since his mother was a touchy subject. She's disappointed in herself and she allowed herself to go that low.
"I'm so-" she apologized for just the last sentence. Everything else she'll take with her to the grave.
“Don’t look at me like you’re sorry. You’re not sorry.” she could see in his eyes he wanted to be angry. But he was hurting.
He hurt so badly and made fun of how she felt. Seeing him slowly break apart made her want to do it even more.
Maybe he turned her into a cold monster now
"you're right. I'm not sorry. You fucking deserve to feel alone. I can't wait for the day you wake up and realize you'll never be loved because you self destruct everything in your life. This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now. And I hope one day you wake up and regret that."
With that she gave him one last look, back into the party for a ride home.
Billy wanted to fight with no gloves?
Fine, but she made sure to make all four hands bloody now
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Hi! Hope you are having a wonderfull day . I really love your work and had an idea that maybe you could turn into one of your wonderfull hc, but only if it´s okay with you.
The thing is I have only see fanfics or hc with tbb in a romantic or spicy way (which I don´t mind, I love it and I´m very grateful for all the writers) but I want to request, if you like the idea, how would be to be friends with the bad batch (Omega too), without romantic feelings at all, just very good friends.
Thanks for reading me and for your work!
Aloha!
Thank you so much!
Indeed, there is a lot of spicy stuff going around. I won't lie and say I don't like it. I do enjoy writing and reading it myself from time to time. But I really like this request of yours, and I'm really curious to dive into this! :))
The Bad Batch x Friend!Reader HC's - Loyal Friends
Hunter
Reliable and helpful. If you have acquired his friendship, then you have a very dedicated, supportive friend with whom you can talk about anything, but also just sit next to each other in silence. He is the type of friend who always has an extra beer with him when he comes over, who hates your enemies as passionately as you do. Borrow credits? No problem, if he has any, he'll lend them to you when you need them.
He is not the kind for empty promises, if you have a problem, he will always look for a real, possible solution for you. He's that guy you can go fishing or camping with and spend some relaxed, quiet time. Real friends are part of the family for him, so you can count on always having some kind of home with him in case of emergency.
Echo
He is the type of friend who always knows when something is wrong with you and can look at you so penetratingly that you automatically confess to him when you are feeling low. Echo cares very warmly, deeply and passionately about his friends. If you are his friend, it is a privilege and a duty for him. He would never abandon you.
Echo is the kind of friend that replaces the voice of reason for you when you can no longer find your own. He keeps you grounded, so you don't get arrogant, and he pulls you to your feet when you sell yourself short. He believes in justice and decency through and through, and in that sense, he will always be happy to be your shield when someone wants to take either of those things away from you.
Plus, he knows the most awful dad jokes, and no matter how bad they are, you'll always laugh at them together until you're in tears.
Wrecker
He knows how to spread good humor. Somehow, he has the talent to build you up again, no matter how deep you may have fallen before. Wrecker is the party friend with whom you can spontaneously go out and celebrate. But you can also sit comfortably in front of the holoprojector, order pizzas and spend a relaxed evening with open conversations and Jedi jokes.
Wrecker is the kind of friend who is always there to watch your back, who defends you with fiery zeal and speaks highly of you. When he gets involved with someone as a friend it means a lot to him, you are now family and as such you always have a special place in his heart. He will always come to your rescue if needed.
Tech
He is that one friend who always has everything in view, even when total chaos erupts around you. Tech almost always has a solution for almost everything and is the calm pole in your friendly relationship. When you're at your wits end, he's already calculating a solution to your problem.
Tech is the nerdy, socially oddball type that few really understand and appreciate. So if you're one of those people, consider yourself lucky. Tech is very loyal and helpful. Although he likes to talk a lot, he's also very good at listening to what's on your mind and soul, you just have to ask him to.
He is that one friend, who can fix anything. Holopad broken? No problem, Tech will fix it in no time. If you are really his friend, and he trusts you, he is very happy to share his thoughts with you, so get ready to learn a lot of new things.
Crosshair
If you succeeded in having him as a friend, congratulations, I know it was hard to earn his trust. However, it is worth the effort because now you have a grumpy but very loyal friend.
Crosshair is very picky, skeptical and careful when it comes to choosing his inner circle. If you are part of it now, you can assume that he would risk life and limb to defend you. He is the quiet, smart friend who listens attentively and hates your enemies passionately, because they are automatically his as well.
It may not seem like it to the outside world, but in fact Crosshair is very empathetic and compassionate, it's just that he lets very few people in on that side of him. You are one of those people now. Be careful, you hopefully appreciate that, should you betray his trust, a friend in this case can become an archenemy. He is very unforgiving when it comes to that. He can really hold a grudge for a very long time.
Omega
The best listener and a gentle, caring soul. Omega is the kind of friend who is up for any fun, loves to go on any adventure with you, but also worries about you the most.
She brings you soup when you're sick, reads you stories, and distract you from unpleasant symptoms.
Curious and adventurous, she'll join in almost any fun as long as you don't seriously harm anyone.
Omega is one of those who make you feel completely confident and capable of anything. She has a talent for encouraging and motivating you, whatever may come your way. She is the creative friend with whom you can enjoy or make art and discover new places.
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2319 Chapter 8 — Tell Her About It || Young!S.S × F!Reader.
Word Count: 6.4K
Genre: Young love, Diary entry, Flashbacks
A/N: Inspired by the Korean Drama '2521' There is a monologue from a movie that I really loved and I incuded it here ;) hope ya'll enjoy.
“Don’t even think about it,” Donna said firmly to her older brother when she pulled him aside to have a private chat.
Stephen snorted at the way Donna was speaking to him, “Just because you think you’re (Y/N)'s best friend doesn’t mean that you speak for her.”
Donna took a deep sigh, nodding slowly before she placed both hands on her hips, “How about this then? I know you and there is no way in hell that I’m letting an asshole like you near her.”
“So, let me get this straight. I’m good enough to be your brother, but not date (Y/N)?”
“Exactly. Glad we’re on the same page.”
“Why is that exactly?” Stephen arches his brows, challenging Donna’s protectiveness over you.
“Because you sleep around, don’t care about any of the women you've been with or fucked, and then treat them all like shit. I’m not letting you do that to (Y/N). She deserves a nice guy.”
“Oh, like who?” Stephen snorted, barely held back his temper. “I’m not interested in her like that. She’s a friend, nothing more.”
“Yeah, okay. Cause it's normal to kiss your friends torridly. Keep telling yourself that, Stephen. Anyone with two working eyes can tell that you’re getting ready to pounce.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it. If I wanted her like that, I would have had her by now,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Yeah, whatever,” Donna mumbled.
“She’s a grown woman. If she wants to go out with me she can. You have no say in the matter.”
“We’ll see,” she said, knowing if Stephen tried anything she’d beat the shit out of her brother, "And if she does, then you better sort out your shit and make sure your actions and feelings aren't led by your loins. You know you're going back to New York and she's staying here. Don't lead her on if you don't have plans on pursuing her."
With that, Donna walks away from Stephen and goes into the dining hall to join the group for dinner.
Later on, Stephen watched you and Donna who was on a different table, probably discussing what happened, just like she did with him. Donna said something to you, who nodded before she left for what he presumed was the bathroom.
Donna have been gone for only two minutes when a snooty boy-looking type in a pink polo shirt with a half top, pony-tail beelined toward you with a determined expression.
Stephen's shoulders tensed. He rose from his seat right as Onion Boy reached you and whispered something in your ear.
"What—why are you standing?" Alex asked Stephen, clueless as to why he was standing. His back was facing you.
You shook your head, but he didn’t leave. Something dark unfurled in Stephen's stomach. If there was one thing he hated, it was men who couldn’t take a fucking hint.
You were approached by Onion Boy. You quickly removed your arm from his grasp before he could make physical contact with you, and then you spoke again, this time with a more stern expression on your face. His features contorted into an unpleasant scowl as he frowned. Once more, he attempted to grab you, but Stephen stood in the way, preventing him from doing so.
“Is there a problem?” Stephen stared down at him.
Onion Boy oozed the entitlement of someone who wasn’t used to hearing no thanks to Daddy’s money, and he was either too stupid or too arrogant to realize that Stephen was two seconds away from rearranging his face so thoroughly a plastic surgeon wouldn’t be able to fix it.
“No problem. I was just asking her to join our table.” Onion Boy eyed Stephen like he was thinking of taking him on. Definitely stupid.
“I don’t want to join you at your table.” you stepped around Stephen and stared Onion Boy down yourself. “I already told you twice. Don’t make me tell you a third time.”
Onion Boy’s ugly scowl remained, but he was outnumbered, and he knew it. He shuffled off, muttering “Stupid cunt” under his breath as he did so. Judging by the way your cheeks pinkened, you heard him.
Unfortunately for him, so did Stephen. He hadn't even moved two feet before Stephen grabbed him so firmly that he made him yelp out in pain. It would only take one strategic turn of his wrist for him to break his arm, but Stephen didn't want to make a commotion, so he got lucky. For now.
“What did you say?” A dangerous edge bled into Stephen’s voice.
You and Stephen weren’t each other’s favourite people, but that didn’t make it okay for anyone to call you names. Not under his watch. It was a matter of principle and basic fucking decency.
“N-nothing.” Onion Boy’s puny brain had finally caught up with the situation, and his face reddened with panic.
“I don’t think it was nothing.” Stephen tightened his hold, and the Onion boy whimpered in pain. “I think you used a very bad word to insult my friend here.”
Friend. He draws the line. . . again.
Another tightening, another whimper. “And I think you better apologise before the situation escalates. Don’t you?” Stephen didn’t need to spell out what escalates meant.
“I’m sorry,” Onion boy mumbled to you, who blinked back at him with an icy expression. You didn’t respond.
“I didn’t hear you,” Stephen said. Onion Boy’s eyes flashed with hate, but he wasn’t stupid enough to argue.
“I’m sorry,” he said louder.
“For what?”
“For calling you a…” He shot a fearful look in Stephen's direction, “For calling you a bad name.”
“And?” Stephen prompted.
His brow creased in confusion.
Stephen's smile contained more threat than humour. “Say, ‘I’m sorry for being a limp-dicked bastard who doesn’t know how to respect women.’” he thought he heard you choke back a small laugh, but you were focused on Onion Boy’s reaction.
Stephen had the distinct impression that Onion Boy wanted to punch him with his free hand, and Stephen almost desired that he would. It would be hilarious to watch him make an effort to get to his face. In addition to being dwarfed by Stephen, who towered above him by at least eight inches, Onion Boy had shrimp arms.
“I’m sorry for being a limp-dicked bastard who doesn’t know how to respect women.” Resentment poured off him in waves.
“Do you accept his apology?” Stephen asked you, “If you don’t, I can take this outside.”
Onion Boy paled. You tilted your head, your face pensive, and another shadow of a smile ghosted Stephen's mouth.
“I suppose,” you finally said in the tone of someone who was doing someone else a huge favour.
Stephen's amusement tempered some of the anger running hot in his veins at Onion Boy’s earlier comment.
“You got lucky.” Stephen released him.
“If I ever see you bothering her or another woman again…” He lowered his voice, “You might as well learn how to do everything left-handed because your right one will be out of commission. Permanently. Now leave.”
Stephen didn’t have to tell him twice. Onion Boy fled, his pink shirt bobbing in the crowd until he disappeared out the exit. Good riddance.
“Thank you,” you said and smiled shyly at him.
“Sorry that took so long!” Donna returned with Paris following. “The line at the bathroom was insane.” Her eyes roved between you and Stephen.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes. Your brother was keeping me company while you were gone,” you said without missing a beat.
“Really?” Donna arched an eyebrow. “How nice of him.”
Neither Stephen nor you took the bait. You glanced at Stephen, and your eyes locked for a split second before you looked away. His hand flexed on his thigh, "Well, I better get back with the boys then."
Stephen glared at Donna who was glaring back at him. Why is she acting like a fence around you? It wasn’t his fault there was attraction between you. Stephen sat back with the boys and this time sat beside Alex.
"Damn, bro. You looked so cool back there. Teach me some moves." Alex patted Stephen's shoulder, while Robbie was smirking to himself since he bore witness to that kiss as well.
"Yeah. Dopey didn't stand a chance." Robbie commented before taking a swig of his beer.
Stephen pointedly narrowed his eyes at Robie since he was getting the hint that he was teasing him, "You saw that at the same time as I did. You could've intervened as well."
"I could but why would I? You're here." Robbie smiles and shrugs, "So! Alex? You haven't told us anything about you yet. You're a hockey player?"
"Yep. I live and breathe on the ice. I've been playing for the Polar Bears since I started college." Alex’s eyes lit up at the subject of his passion. It has come to Stephen’s attention that he didn’t know anything about Alex. Not that he wants to know whether you and him have anything in common.
"Wait, how old are you?" Stephen asked.
"Twenty-two. Turning twenty-three in August."
"You're three months older than me!?" Stephen's eyes widened, "I thought you were younger."
"Why? Cause I act childish?" Alex chuckles, swirling his beer bottle around.
"Yeah, pretty much." Stephen shrugs.
"So do you want to become a professional hockey player?" Sebastian changed the subject back to ice hockey.
"Yeah. I mean, I am great at it. To play a game I love while tapping into my inner toddler which is to hit, smash and shove then get paid millions of dollars after? Yes please." Alex paused, "I mean, I used to figure skate when I was younger like my Dad but then stupid kids, being kids, I was teased so I decided to do Ice hockey instead—at least then I'm still on ice."
"You must get a lot of attention with the ladies then?" Sebastian surmised in a teasing tone which made Alex crack into laughter, "You got a girlfriend?"
He shakes his head, "Nah. Don't have time."
"Interested in anyone?" Robbie asks.
"Hmmm," Alex smiles to himself as if he was thinking of the person in his mind, then looks up to meet everyone's gaze, "Maybe."
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“Look, I’ll stay on my side and you stay on your side. We’ll both sleep. Problem solved.”
Stephen put a pillow between him and Alex, “Don’t cross this line.”
“Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off of me?” Alex teased. Stephen rolled his eyes and dropped back onto the pillow.
“Just so you know, anything that comes over this way will be chopped off.”
“Duly noted,” Alex said, snuggling deeper into his sleeping bag.
“Oh, and if you snore I’ll kill you in your sleep,” Stephen mumbled.
“Ditto.”
Six hours later - July 25 1999
“Stupid pillow, stupid Alex,” Stephen muttered, trying to punch his once comfy pillow into submission.
This night was possibly the worst night of sleep he'd ever experienced in his entire life. He'd been tossing and turning in his sleep the whole night. He had spent most of the night attempting to find a comfortable position, but by the time it was five in the morning, he had finally fallen into a restless slumber.
He lifted his arm, checked his wrist watch and groaned. It's only been five minutes since. He buried his face into his pillow and screamed. This sucked! He was so tired. It had gotten to the point where he and Alex would take turns punching and kicking each other whenever their individual snores jolted them awake. If there was a record of how many times someone could say, 'dude, shut the fuck up.' in one night, they'll be able to make it into the Guinness world book of records.
0930hrs - July 29 1999
“Ah, guys?” Sebastian said.
Alex buried his face deeper into the warmth while he tried to block out Sebastian and the sunlight streaming into the tent.
“Go away Seb,” he muttered.
“I’m hungry. Let’s go grab some breakfast, we’re the only ones left here,” Seb said, a little louder this time, earning a groan from Alex's cushion of warmth.
“Get lost. We’re sleeping,” Stephen mumbled as he pulled his pillow above his head to block the light and the noise.
"It's your fault I'm so tired—you snore like a freight train." Alex lazily blamed Stephen for his lack of sleep.
"Actually both of you snore like a freight train." Seb pointed out.
"Why is he still here? The hell. . ." Stephen said, his raspy voice muffled by his pillow. He waved Seb off to go, "You go ahead, we'll follow."
Sebastian sighs unhappily, "Fine."
Both boys fell into deep sleep for a couple more hours before Donna finally took it upon herself to wake her brother and Alex up with an airhorn the camp conveniently has. Donna turned her head away as she pressed the button releasing the god-awful noise.
"I'M AWAKE!" Alex bolted up at the same time as Stephen.
"Good, both of you hurry up and get ready! We were supposed to go to Lamington falls an hour ago!" Donna nagged while bending down to reach for a pillow and hit Stephen with it to wake him up.
"ALRIGHT!" Stephen snapped and threw the pillow back at Donna.
It took exactly twenty minutes for both Stephen and Alex to get ready and pack some stuff for the hike to Lamington falls. They wore their swimming trunks underneath their pants.
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July 25 1999
I'm trying very hard not to think and remember him gazing at the sunset on our own private hike. I’m trying not to think too deeply about the time when he shared his favourite place with me, alone. This is the third time we kissed, I knew we'd get caught sooner or later—but what is there to catch?
Stephen hasn't said anything, I don't know whether he kisses me just because or maybe there's more. I don't know and I'm kind of scared to find out. I don't want to ruin our friendship.
Donna had a chat with me last night at dinner. She emphasised that she wasn't fully against it but did tell me to be cautious. I guess I should listen because she does know her brother more than me. She didn’t go into full detail but she said Stephen has broken many hearts. I wouldn't be surprised, Stephen is tall, handsome and charming.
Then again, apart from being annoying—Stephen has been nothing but kind. He helped me get inspired, he encouraged me with my dreams and well. . . he protected me—god he looked so hot showing that dude a lesson. He did draw the line again, reminding me that I'm his friend. Which is true but friends don't just kiss right?
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You peered up at the trees, you watched the cool, blue sky glow brighter against a lacework of full branches, abundant with leaves, sunlit and dancing in the soft breeze. Donna had set-up a blanket just on the stony side of the creek which at the end of it was a tiered waterfall. Alex brought his cassette player and a few of his mixtapes which he set up to play in high volume.
Alexandrei's 80s Summer Mixtape:
Madonna - Material Girl
Rick Springfield - Jessie's Girl
Tiffany - I Think We're Alone Now
The Knack - My Sharona
Michael Sembello - Maniac
Queen - Under Pressure
INXS - Need You Tonight
Don Henley - The Boys of Summer
Wham! - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go
Tears for Fears - Head Over Heels
The falls was about six metres high and there was a massive tree just by the cliff, attached to it was a rope which people used to swing out before diving into the deep pool below. Boys being boys, they already went ahead and joined the short line to use the rope for a dive. While waiting, Stephen could hear The Boys of Summer playing and found himself nodding to the beat.
To be fair, Alex does have a great taste for music. Stephen thought.
Donna sat beside you, putting sunscreen all over arms and legs, she wore a red one piece with a low back, she still wore her shorts since Stephen wouldn't stop making a fuss about her swimsuit.
Paris did not have any problems showing off her figure; in fact, it is possible that she wore the skimpiest and most scandalous bikini she owns. Paris may have moved more slowly than usual and added an additional sway to her hips as she walked by the boys to go to the area next to you and Donna. If Donna had the ability to roll her eyes in all angles, she would do so because of this.
You smiled broadly and gave Donna a playful tap on the arm when she pretended to vomit while she was looking away from Paris, "Stop, just let her be. She might see you."
"So? I don't care." Donna rolls her eyes again. You shook your head and took the sunscreen from Donna.
"Here. I'll put sunscreen on your back." You smiled and squeezed some lotion onto your hands before smearing it all over your friend's back.
Paris lowered her sunglasses and noticed that you were still wearing your oversized t-shirt and shorts then sneered, "What's the point of wearing a two-piece when you're not even going to take your clothes off?"
Donna whipped her head towards Paris and you squeezed her shoulder then you whispered, "Don't respond."
"Over my dead body." She whispered then turned her attention back to Paris with a sarcastic smile, "You know Paris. . .you remind me of the end pieces of a loaf of bread. Everyone touches you, but nobody wants you."
Paris scoffed, offended by what Donna has said, "I don't understand what Robbie sees in you. You're plainer than an unsalted pretzel."
"Aww, it’s so cute when you try to talk about things you don’t understand. Your ass must be pretty jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth."
You turn your head away to laugh and it wasn’t hard for Paris to notice since your shoulder couldn't stop shaking. Her face looked like she wanted to strangle Donna right there but can't because she's interested in Stephen.
"What are you laughing at, toothpick?" She rolled her eyes at both of you and called you names. How nice and for your information, I am not a toothpick. I can strangle you with my thick thighs if I have too. I'm a figure skater, stupid b—
"Donna, do you mind holding onto this?" You passed the tube to Donna and stood up.
"S-sure." Donna held onto it, unsure but anticipating what you're about to do next.
You lift the bottom of your shirt up and over your head, exposing a blue and white hemmed bra top, and then you throw your shirt on the ground while continuing to stare intensely at Paris.
Alex had to take a second look to be sure he wasn't delirious, and in his perplexity, he whacked Sebastian on the arm with the back of his hand multiple times.
"What?" Sebastian turned around and arched his brow, wondering why Alex looks like a deer in headlights. He followed his gaze and saw you shoving your shirt on the ground, "Holy smokes. . . She has abs?"
"Everyone has abs, dipshit." Alex replied like he was under some hypnotic spell.
Stephen did a 180 to find out who the lads were staring at with their mouths gaping while they were in line since they weren't moving forwards.
You unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them off as well, folding it twice before chucking it over your shirt. Donna had the biggest proud smile on her face as you sat back down beside her.
"Well," Donna cleared her throat, "I guess it's my turn to put sunscreen on you."
Stephen's gaze lingered on the bare expanse of your long, smooth legs before he tore it away, his jaw tightening. He had dated plenty of beautiful women before, but when he saw you for the first time, he’d reacted in a way he never had for a girl. Blood heating, heart raising, hands itching to find out how your hair would feel wrapped around his fist. It’d been visceral, unexpected, and almost enough to make him walk away especially how you became his sister's friend because taking interest in you would only end in a disaster.
"Damn it, I'm going to offer myself to put lotion on her." Sebastian announced in a heartbeat but before he could even get far, Stephen and Alex got a hold of him. Stephen pinched his ear while Alex held his arm, "Ah-Ah-Ah! Let go, let go."
"Oh no you don't." Stephen told Sebastian.
Alex and Stephen exchanged looks of, 'the hell are you doing?'
"Okay! Okay! I won't!" Sebastian spat out, trying his best not to move a muscle, "You guys can come with me and we can all offer ourselves to her." Sebastian laughed but it was short lived when Stephen twisted his ears.
"No, we're going to take a dive." Alex smiles, "Right now, I suddenly have the urge to help you push off the cliff."
Stephen and Alex exchange looks again, their eyes flicking back and forth to the cliff. Both of them scheming to throw Sebastian into the pool below, nodding at each other.
"W-what are you two plotting?!" Sebastian whipped his head left and right, trying to figure out what both older boys were planning for him, "Wait, brothers! Let's talk this through!"
The older boys dragged Sebastian towards the edge of the cliff, "It's been nice knowing you Sebastian." Stephen said in a sad tone.
"Wait! Wait! They said the water is cold! Wait!" Sebastian laughed as a defence mechanism and screamed when Alex and Stephen threw him off. A big splash came after and both Alex and Stephen were holding their stomachs from laughing too much.
"How's the water Seb?!" Stephen shouted.
"Fuck you guys! It's so cold!!" Sebastian shouted back and swam towards the edge of the pool to head back up there.
"That's good! It helps with keeping your dick shrunk!" Alex shamelessly commented which earned a surprising laugh from Stephen, "So. . . Stevey. . ."
Stephen barely even turned around when Alex pushed him off the cliff, "Alex! I'm gonna kill you!—" SPLASH.
This time it was Alex and Sebastian who were laughing. Stephen rose to the surface and combed his hair back before raising his middle finger to Alex.
Meanwhile the latter just sent him flying kisses before running off towards you and the girls. Sunlight streamed through the clouds and illuminated his sculpted frame, casting his perfectly carved chest and abs in a pale glow.
"Here comes pretty boy." Donna smirks as she sees Alex and nudges you.
You allowed your eyes to quickly and discreetly run over his rather impressive chest and a set of abs that most men would kill for. Christ almighty.
Your eyes moved back up to his face. His dark eyes lock with yours and the way his mouth curls up into a soft, toothy smile, and the way his dimples denting his cheeks, makes it hard for anyone to look away from him. He runs a free hand through the hair hanging loosely over his forehead and then waves at you.
Paris, who thought Alex was waving at her, waves back with a flirtatious smile on her lips. When Alex got closer, he noticed that she was staring at him and flashes a smile. He walks past the girl and takes the seat next to you.
"Sup ladies. Enjoying the sun?"
You and Donna smile back at Alex, "Yeah. The breeze is cool and the trees make a perfect shade. So we're just going to relax."
"All of you should join us over there, the water is refreshing—you know what? We should take photos!" Alex snaps his fingers at the idea and grabs his bag and pulls his Nikon camera out, "Come on! Let's go. I'll call the guys."
“Sure.” You and Donna smiled at each other and followed Alex but turned stopped when Paris wasn’t following, “You should join too, Paris.”
Paris turned her head and said nothing. But she got up and followed right behind you, still doing that walk she was doing—to attract the attention of the boys around. Stephen, who got pushed off the cliff not too long ago was stomping his way back up.
You weren’t paying attention to the boys undressing before because you were too busy reading a book but when Stephen emerged from the rocks, you immediately lost the ability to breathe. Good God who takes away the sins of the world, forgive me for the thoughts that would soon come after.
Broad shoulders, perfectly sculpted muscles, abs one could grate cheese on. Absolute masculine perfection and a deep V cut arrowed toward what—based on what you’d felt when he came on top of you that night you kissed in your room—was a very impressive package. Your core pulsed as your eyes ate him up—and you were sure that you weren’t the only one. In your peripheral vision, Paris tucked a hair behind her ear and bit her bottom lip.
“Alex you back-stabbing weasel. . .” Stephen trailed off when Alex came with you, Donna and Paris right behind him.
“Hey Steve-o! I got my camera. Why don’t you go back down, tell Seb and Rob to stay and we’ll take a photo by the falls.” Alex shook the Nikon camera in his hand and smiled, completely ignoring the fact that Stephen wanted to kill him just a second ago.
“Yeah. Sure.” Stephen took one good glance at you before heading back down.
“Watch your step ladies, the stairs are uneven.” Alex warned and helped the three of you down the biggest step down. Alex was right behind you while descending down and called out your name, “Hey (Y/N).”
You turn around, “Yeah?” Click. Flash.
Alex smiles as he removes his eyes from the peephole, “Candid. Always the best ones.”
“You and Donna think the same.” You shake your head at him, “You guys should wear a warning label of ‘I take photos without warning.’”
“I heard that.” Donna said while carefully holding onto the man-made rail, “I’d give you a high-five Alex but I don’t want to slip and crack my head.”
“It’s okay. We high-fived in my head.”
When Donna reached the bottom, Alex called her and did the same thing and took a candid photo of her. Donna was prepared though, it was like muscle memory for her to pose for a photo and to be fair, you’ve never seen a bad photo of her. Not even her school photos.
Alex gathered the group just by the shore of the pool, making sure that he could still see the falls in the background. Then he asked a stranger to kindly take the photo while also positioning the stranger's angles so they could get the photo right.
Alex ran to your left side while Stephen was on the right. Paris clung to Stephen’s arm just as the stranger snapped the photo to which Stephen awkwardly pulled his arm away after.
After taking individual and dual photos, all of you went back up the stairs, “Ladies, you should try cliff jumping! It’s exhilarating!”
"Meh, might as well, we've taken photos anyway!" Donna shrugs and joins the boys into the line then turns back to you, "(Y/N), you coming?"
"Er. . . I don't know. Is it high?" You asked.
"A little bit, but the pool below is deep, so you don't need to worry about hitting the bottom." Robbie answered your question, "We've had plenty of turns, you girls should go first."
"I think I'll sit this one down," You laugh sheepishly after taking a peak of the pool from all the way up.
"Oh stop being a wuss and just do it, we're here to have fun." Paris rolls her eyes and walks towards you. You opened your mouth to say something but she pushed you off.
You screamed as gravity pulled you down and you took a large breath before you felt the cold temperature of the water surrounding your skin.
"What the hell Paris?!" Donna snapped, "She clearly said she didn't want to! Gosh you're such a bitch!"
(TW: drowning)
Donna and Paris began arguing to the point where the boys had to keep them away from each other and didn't notice that you were kicking and clawing at the water above you.
You gasped for air, as you burst from the surface, "I can't—" Your lungs screamed for breath, and you pant desperately, "I can't swim!"
Alex and Stephen turned their heads at the same time. However Alex acted much quicker than he did.
"(Y/N)!" Alex panicked when he heard your plea and dived without hesitation.
"Oh my god! (Y/N)!" Donna screams and runs towards the stairs and realises that Stephen was already way ahead of her.
Robbie looked at Paris and shook his head, visibly mad and disappointed, "Way to go, Paris."
The water felt like a sinkhole that dragged you down faster than quicksand with every movement that you made. Breathing was not an option. You felt a longing, longing like you had never dreamed before. It was an ache in your chest, one different to the pain it was causing you not to breathe. Pain shot through you like an arrow as your muscles grew tiresome and a cramp formed on your leg. You yelped in pain by accident, causing you to swallow the water.
Water. All you saw now was water. It rushed past you, bubbles flying over your head. You found yourself feeling jealous towards the bubbles as they floated to the surface. You kept holding your breath. Your body was dead weight, impossible to move.
Relief washed over you when you felt Alex's arms wrap around your waist and you felt the surge of water against the crown of your head as Alex threaded through the water, his long arms slicing through the liquid blue and eventually pulled you into the surface.
The first thing you did was take in a big, gasping breath, letting every ounce of sweet, sweet air enter your lungs, then coughing out heavily as your body's response to take out the foreign water in your trachea. Your legs instinctively wrapped around Alex's waist as he swam you towards the shore of the pool.
"You're okay, (Y/N). You're safe. I got you, I got you." Alex reassured you and tightened his hold around your waist.
The second thing you did was open your eyes, blinking until you can finally see your surroundings: people noticing the commotion, Stephen and Donna and the rest of the group waiting by the shore for you and Alex. You hid your face on the crook of his neck and began to cry silently.
Alex carried you out of the pool, bridal style and Stephen felt that stinging in his chest but ignored it. What he was feeling wasn't important right now. However he was wishing he should've acted faster than Alex.
Donna rushed to your side, asking if you were hurt anywhere else but you were too scared, too tired to answer her. All you were feeling was this overwhelming feeling of fear. You can't tell this about your parents, or else they won't let you go out anymore. They cannot find out about this.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know–" Paris apologised, guilt painted all-over her face, eyes low on the ground.
"Yeah? Well you should really learn to think before you act, your actions could have cost her, her life." Alex told Paris with eerie calmness as he walked past the group to carry you back up. He could feel you hiding your face, you didn't want to be seen, you were clinging to him so tightly. You didn't want the attention, it was almost as if you felt embarrassed.
Donna only stared Paris down but didn't say anything. She wasn't going to waste anymore energy on her. It wasn't worth it. So she left without a word.
Stephen forced himself to push the anger aside for now, he had more important things to focus on—but his gaze towards Paris was lethal.
Instead he turned to Robbie, "Control your step-sister or I will." Stephen's voice sliced through air like lethal blades of ice, his stared lingered as he walked away.
When he reached the top, he found his sister, Alex and Sebastian packing the things up, "Is there a clinic where we can take her for monitoring? She needs to be monitored for at least eight hours." Stephen said.
"Yeah. We have a nurse on site." Alex replied.
"I'm fine now." You croaked softly.
"No you're not." Stephen retorted, "You're going to stay in the clinic overnight, then we're going back home."
"What? No! We haven't even seen the meteor shower yet." You argued. You weren't going to go here for nothing. The reason you wanted to go in the first place was to see the showers clearly.
"(Y/N) the meteor shower is not important anymore." Stephen sighed.
"Well it is to me. We're staying, if you want to go, then go. You guys have your own car." You snapped at him.
"Alex?" Stephen asked for the latter to back him up.
"Stephen is right—"
"We're staying." You cut him off, your decision was final, "I know my body better than all of you and I said I feel fine, alright?!"
Alex sighed with a nod, and glanced towards Stephen. There was no arguing with you right now, everyone is on edge, especially you. "Let's just head back to camp."
Alex hiked his backpack on his shoulders and offered you a hand but you ignored it and stood up by yourself with the towel still wrapped around you.
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The nurse removed the diaphragm of the stethoscope off your back after a thorough auscultation, "Your chest sounds clear, all vital signs are within normal limits. The only thing I can recommend is for you to rest. Maybe avoid bodies of water for now, just to avoid reliving that traumatic experience. "
She hangs the stethoscope over her shoulders, "You can stay here for as long as you like, I'll be in my office if you need me." She smiled and left the room, leaving you alone with Stephen.
From the bench where he sat, he just stared at you intently. So intently that it could probably burn a whole in your face. You averted your head from him. It was slightly irritating you that he’s not saying anything, you wanted to know what he was thinking. Was he upset that you snapped at him earlier on?
"You don't have to stay." You mumbled.
"True, but I want to stay." He replied very quickly.
"Then can you at least stop staring at me?" You asked, quickly glancing at him and sure enough his gaze was still glued to you.
"No, I want to look at you."
You sighed. What in the world has gotten into him?
"Oh my god! You can't just sit there and stare at me the whole time."
"I have been for fifteen minutes already, no doubt I could keep going." He shrugs his shoulders easily. You gave him a perplexed look.
"Nothing is going to happen to me here. Maybe a headache is going to happen if you don't stop acting weird."
"What if I want to be your headache?"
You chuckle at him and send him a ridiculous look, "Gosh. You already are."
"Good." He stands up and beelines all the way to your bedside. You lightly jerked back at his abrupt movement and anticipated his next move.
"Have I told you,” he said, bending low to his knees on the side of the bed, “how beautiful you are when you smile?”
You smiled then, and though it was the kind of smile that implied you didn't believe him, it still set his heart on fire.
“Where’s all this coming from?”
“Sometimes when I look at you, I can’t breathe.” his hands moved and held yours. “I can’t think. I can’t function until you look back. And when you give me this smile”—he intertwined his finger in between your spaces—“it’s like a secret just for the two of us."
"Then when are you gonna ask me out, Stephen?" You almost whispered as you stared at your hand that's interlocked with Stephen's.
"I'm just waiting for the right moment." He lifts his gaze to meet yours.
"That's good to know. All right. I think you should leave now." You chuckle once more and tried to remove your hand away but he yanked it back and held onto you tighter.
"I'm waiting for the right moment cause when I ask you out, there's not gonna be any turning back for me. I'm not gonna date anybody else for the rest of my life. I'm not gonna love anybody else for the rest of my life. I'm not gonna really care about anything else for the rest of my life. I'm waiting for the right moment, (Y/N) 'cause when I ask you out, it's gonna be the most important moment of my life. And I just wanna make sure that I get it right." Stephen confessed to you without a single stutter, without looking away. He wanted his words to be seared into your brain.
Breathless, that's how his words left you. You were the first one to look away before you melt into his gaze, "This feels like the right moment?"
Stephen shakes his head, "No, it's not. We both have things to focus on and things sort out, it's not the right moment, yet."
You chuckle, "Whatever Stephen, just say that you don't like me. You don't have to be nice about it."
"Wrong, It's just not the right moment."
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Sasha squealed and kicked her blankets as she tore the book away from herself, "Just ask my mom out damn it!!"
Sasha gasps, "Wait. Actually, don’t because I might not exist if you do—but still. . . Sorry Dad, but as of now I'm rooting for the other guy."
Vanessa entered Sasha's room with a worried look on her face, "Sasha are you alright?"
"Huh? Y-yeah I'm okay."
"I heard you screaming."
"Oh I was just reading mom's diary again." Sasha laughed sheepishly.
Vanessa chuckles and nods, "Alright, well keep it down, ladybug. It's ten o'clock."
"Okie dokie. Sorry Grandma."
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is it helpful to imagine that the Dem party s earnest about its philosophy & goals? how does that assumption fit with their policies and choices since Carter?
I never ended up reviewing much stuff 1980s-1990s, and mostly touched on 1970s as part of branching of my investigation into the effectiveness of charter schools - namely that 1970 is around the time we started to work on the matter seriously, so we've been trying at it for about 50 years.
But...
What I know, and what all of the Rationalists know, is that evolution is a property of all information systems that conform to certain rules.
There is no fundamental requirement that every possible way you slice humanity, it all has to be equal. There's only a statistical chance that they'll be close enough that it doesn't really matter on average. Which would be nice, in some sense, but it's a hope. It's not a law.
This is why most Rationalists are also Transhumanists; they want to raise humanity's material standard of living, but also they're liberals, so they don't want to hurt people to do so. If some people have bad spines, then we'll just make cool robot spines for them at a factory. There's no point waxing hysterical about how having a bad spine is oppression by society (it isn't), or flipping out and killing everyone that has a bad spine for being "inferior" (rather defeats the point).
Understanding evolution as a property of information systems, which does not require that everyone has a good spine, is available to anyone with about +1.5 SD without stating it, if education includes most of the basic background assumptions, if you catch my drift.
And the individualist meritocratic system hedges for this. It just measures the performance of each individual person's spine. It doesn't make assumptions about the underlying distribution of spines. And if you find great vitamins that fix people's spines, then it just accepts this benefit and moves on. Throw in some welfare to search for or distribute spine vitamins and you're mostly set.
Okay, now to get to the point.
Because this information is available to them, the progressive left/post-lib ≥ +1.5 SDs either knowingly, willingly, and deliberately chose to defect and selfishly promote graft; decided to be cowards when their capabilities should have them as officers; or their opinions are so socially determined that they can't be said to have their own opinions, and should be subordinated.
The ≤ +0s buying into the ideology after years of saying to be nice to everyone is disturbing, but they don't have the same responsibility.
Using individualist meritocracy for this purpose, while soft-suppressing the Nazis through social pressure, plus money for development, is a powerful technique to manage the problem at the current level of technology. We manage to promote individual behavioral justice until the problem can be solved, set the system up to function correctly if the problem solves itself, while quietly attempting to solve the problem, without making information accessible that more cognitively vulnerable populations might attempt to weaponize to undermine the project - the dangerous stuff is only to be discussed in obscure scientific journals you need +1 SD to even read.
This combination is genius. For a liberal, it's tough to do much better than this at current levels of technology, including social technology.
And the progressive left/post-lib +1.5s broke that within 10 years, in order to gain... no improvements on any worthwhile metric.
This gets into why I'm so furious with them.
Now they might even break the medical establishment, science, and even all of the power plants outside of East Asia, pushing back the possibility of building a factory for cool robot spines by decades or maybe even centuries.
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The Bed I Rolled
Who ordered more Astarynne*?
AKA who wants to witness the girls fighting?
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Pairing(s): Astarion x OFC // Astarynne (Astarion and Brynne)
CWs: Blood, injury.
I think this technically counts as hurt/comfort?
Brynne screwed her stinging eyes shut and shook her head to rid herself of the next round of blood droplets threatening to course over her brows. She panted. The stench of battle - death, fire, magic, burned feathers, sweat, decay - it choked her with each breath. Breathing through her mouth wouldn't have helped matters, she swore she could taste it all. She slowly turned and noted which parts ached instead of that odd mix of warm and cold in turn that came with open bleeding. Karlach stood in the open door of Isobel's room, amber eyes wide. Her rage ebbed. Neither of them hung up their weapons.
Wyll's voice trailed out behind Karlach, checking on Isobel - those horrible, winged creatures had tried their best to surround her. The cleric sounded wrathful.
"You okay, pinky?"
Though Dammon had fixed Karlach's touch problem, Brynne still felt the warmth of that large hand before it landed on her shoulder. Lightly. Like Karlach was still afraid she was going to hurt someone. Brynne nodded, sucking the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. The one-armed hug she received anyway made her stomach clench.
This had been her first fight without him.
She couldn't have known about the attack earlier, when she and Astarion raised their voices at one another only a few feet away from the spot she was standing now. Karlach and Shadowheart filled the cobwebbed, creaky mezzanine with unease and impatience. And Brynne had every right to be angry!
"I thought we were on the same page!" she had shouted, already on-edge from the curse surrounding the inn. "We agreed, we don't make deals with Raphael! You were very clear about that last time!"
"That was before I knew it wasn't bloody poetry carved into my flesh." He gave her that glare he used to flash when they first met, the one of disdain and disgust that came from the upper echelons of a city looking down on someone whose blood wasn't quite so blue or rich. Only this time, she recognized it for the wall it was. It hurt that much more. "I'm not sure who popped off this mortal coil and made you leader, but I certainly didn't give you authority over my choices!"
An empty beer mug had come flying over the railing from the bar below, shattering on the ground between them. Jaheira shouted at them to take it outside before she chose not to miss again.
The balcony hadn't made it better. They just… kept going. Brynne, dressing him down for offering himself up on a silver platter to a devil without knowing what he'd have to pay. Astarion, insisting that her solution of asking either Karlach or one of the myriad tieflings at the inn to translate his scars was the worse option. If the markings were, as he suspected, a note of bondage, then Raphael may help him out of it. What good would it do him to be free of one master if it placed him on the chain of another?
Something snapped. Brynne turned from him. She wanted to leave and she wanted to go now. Without Astarion. Without thinking, she jumped from the balcony to the cobblestones below, aiming for and missing a haybale. Cracking her knee felt like a fair trade-off. The next thing she knew, Karlach had jumped down and jogged after her.
No matter how much comfort Karlach offered, Brynne wouldn't talk about it. No, that wasn't it. She couldn't. Fear gripped her heart so tightly that she could hardly breathe, let alone form the words for it. Raphael's eyes when he looked on anyone from their party reminded her too much of hungry human men meeting elven women for the first time. Hungry. Not for their bodies, in Raphael's case, but for so much more. Karlach validated her feelings, tried to assuage her anger, and nothing worked. Brynne kept walking.
In her heart, she knew she needed to cool off, but she overcorrected. Ice formed a barrier around her when they found the door to the inn's cellar and went exploring. She stayed silent and let Karlach take the lead. Smashing crumbling walls, directing Astarion to pick locks. It wasn't until they found a strange, underground grotto filled with meenlocks that she pulled ahead. Crouching on a high ledge, she pulled the party into battle with a well-aimed bottle of alchemist's fire. She hadn't realized how offended the meenlocks would be by the gesture and soon found herself surrounded by the teleporting crab-things. Thunderwave. Push them. More took their place. They slashed at her with their claws, paralyzed her with their twisted magic. Frozen in place, she heard another set of boots clamber up on the rock formation behind her.
But after the meenlocks lay dead in smoldering heaps on the ground, neither adventurer spoke to one another. They were still hanging on to too much resentment. The other needed to offer an apology first, of course.
"This is my dinner, you filthy little Blidbdoolpoolpspawn! Back off!"
Thank the gods for the paralysis because Brynne would have forgotten to be angry with him and laughed at his flawless pronunciation of the kuo-toa goddess. In spite of his phrasing… she knew. And it helped her buck the hex holding her hostage.
It came to a head when they returned to camp and Brynne asked Astarion to stay behind. She hadn't thought anything of it, only that Wyll wanted to speak to Mol and he and Gale both needed new gear from Dammon, anyway. But Astarion looked gobsmacked. Then, of course, as if he didn't care. He went back to his book and waved her off without a second look.
They would make up later when the party returned to camp, the fire roared, and the wine came out. After all, a little thing like an argument wouldn't keep him from feeding when she'd already offered.
Divine Melira so loved to laugh at her bards.
It felt as if Marcus attacked the moment they were apart.
She didn't know how Wyll liked to fight, or how to coordinate spells with Gale. They all stepped on one another's toes. Or, at least, Gale and Brynne did. Unaccustomed still to his new infernal body, Wyll either missed or hit one of his teammates. Isobel was particularly unhappy with being on the receiving end of a Wounding Ray and Karlach yelled at him when he accidentally caught her with a whip. Meanwhile, the other magic users kept accidentally surrounding themselves in clouds of daggers and fire.
Astarion had fought with her so long at this point that it felt as easy as a lyre chord. They stalked their prey like jungle cats, hidden in the shadows, hand signals and mouthed words in perfect harmony. Like the Zhentarim hideout heist. The githyanki stashes. The druids' treasures. She distracted, he disarmed. Brynne even managed to impress him with her own slight-of-hand once or twice.
Now he wasn't here. Even with Karlach, she felt… exposed.
Somehow, they managed to make it out alive. Between the healing spells Brynne kept hurling around (one of Shadowheart's usual jobs) and Karlach making it her personal business to fell Marcus, the entire inn had but one casualty and one person carried off by a demon. Generally, a success. But it didn't feel right.
The world tipped off-balance and the blood dripping from the brim of Brynne's hat to the tip of her nose brought her back to the present moment. She looked up from her thoughts and saw her party watching. Ever-concerned.
Gods. She'd become one of her own awful love songs. Her heart ached, wounded, vulnerable, for the one she'd left behind.
So when they trudged once more back to camp, injured and filthy and exhausted, Brynne let her feet carry her the familiar path to that overly fancy tent where Astarion stood, still reading. His eyes gazed impassively at her. Bored. Uncaring. False.
"You look like you had fun, darling," he drawled. "Why the long fa-?"
Brynne flung her arms around him so hard that she knocked the book out of his hands and her hat off of her head. He hesitated. Then he hugged her back even harder.
#astarynne#astarion#brynne of harlow#baldur's gate 3#bg3 fic#astarion x oc#astarion x ofc#been thinking of referring to brynne by the epithet 'brynne spidersong' because she's got a fancy spidersilk lyre#*absolutely no one LOL
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My review on Varisudu movie
If you don’t know already I’m Indian and one of the things I like doing being Indian is watching the culture’s movies because oh my god they are fantastic so I was naturally hyped after Varisudu came on prime video it having Vijay sir and was really excited after seeing the first half of the movie because it looked really promising for us New generation kids as it seemed like it would acknowledge the problems with neglect/abuse how it hurt the family and how the siblings could mend their bonds as well as dealing with a peaceful divorce but I was horrified after finishing the movie.
First of the actors were good they did a great job as well as the songs and choreography those are probably the only reasons why you should watch this movie. But the plot theme and moral were horrible
What I dislike about this movie is mainly the family drama it is a really horrible depiction. This movie is trying to have the message that love conquers all and that you should forgive your family no matter what horrible things they’ve done and it’s sickening especially in this day and age where abuse and neglect is being exploited as no okay and this movies is just taking several leaps back from that accomplishment.
When we got the flashback of Vijay and how he left his house because his father undermined his accomplishments and his brother were obviously puppets because of the same or similar treatment from their father I was touched happy almost I thought we’d have a nice movie where we’d see the children accepting that just because your blood related doesn’t mean you have to love them and it’s a choice but noo we have to have a movie where it’s saying that hey I know that I emotionally neglected you and used you for my goals or hey I’m sorry I almost crushed you with a car or tried killing you but deep down I care about you. That is some bullshit right there.
Let’s go through all the problem together shall we
Rajendran kicked his son out for not complying with his ideals neglected his accomplishments and after one single fight let go of him not even thinking argument through or contacting his son in 7 years
This man does all this and expects his youngest son to put up with his bs he never even thought of how he might be feeling or maybe that he himself was wrong or overreacted and even after knowing that he was dying he didn’t try rethinking his choices like he claims in the movie. Keep in mind after he allows his wife to host the celebration and Vijay comes home he doesn’t even spare a glance at his son he hasn’t seen in 7 years and goes off to do his other business. And doesn’t even apologize after Vijay returns for him saying that he might be wrong until the very end which in my case is very unacceptable.
Jai cheats on Aarthi slaps her when she confronts him about it, don’t try solving their issues and magically stop their divorce.
Now this is just sad Jai cheated on Aarthi with no regrets they were both unhappy with this marriage and doesn’t feel bad when confronted about it. Yes he’ s worried when his daughter gets human trafficked but that’s because he is not a total doichebag. This would’ve been the perfect moments for him to apologize and him and Aarthi have a peaceful divorce but they still stay together knowing they have complications. And this is part Vijay’s fault to like he was fine with the divorce at first knowing that what his brother did was wrong but then his mother says “oh well I’m his mother so I can’t think like that” and wham Bam morals gone ma’am. I mean like really? I get it if you’re a little sentimental but he is completely forgetting his morals there he could’ve just left it at that letting the divorce happen because it was the right thing and his mother would have to learn to accept it because what her son did was wrong and he can’t fix that.
Ruining the characters
If you pay attention to details closely like I do then you might’ve seen that in the beginning when Vijay came back to the house and put his stuff in his room Jai leaned on the door way making fun of him saying “Oh you make that big of a speech and come after 7 years for one phone call” then Vijay says “elder brother what big of a mistake did I do except leave this house?Do you know how much I’ve missed you in those seven years” and then Jai begins sympathizing because in reality he doesn’t truly hate his brother he’s also a neglected child who’s been used like a puppet and starts to sympathize saying “Hey don’t take those words to heart I was just saying that in anger we’ve missed you too-“ but before he can finish Vijay laughs and says he didn’t mean any of that but of course he did. No matter who you are it’s not easy living without love and affection and we had no indication throughout the movie that Vijay had developed close bonds while he was away. Vijay didn’t choose to not have love and support he chose to distance himself from a toxic relationship that would affect both his physical health and mental health badly and I respect him for that.
This movie is basically mocking Gen Z saying that they are wrong and making this as a go to guilt trip material for Indian parents to say “Oh see family always comes first” and shit like that. I especially hate the line where Vijay says “My dad will always be my first hero because even if he didn’t help me walk by holding my hand he reached me from afar”. What message is this giving? It’s saying abuse and neglect are okay your siblings assaulting you is okay and staying in a relationship that is clearly not working is okay.
This movie had great potential of catching the eye of the new generation which it clearly wanted to do.Do not watch this movie if you want good ideals or want to teach something to your child because this family drama has the wrong lessons instead watch something like Manam because in the movie Radha and Krishna’s divorce was caused by a misunderstanding and Radha was actually trying to heal their relationship before they died.
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This is just a bit of a ramble. I’m mine a lot of us, I’m a writer. I ramble. I have a lot of words buzzing around in my brain and sometimes the words aren’t very kind. Since I was diagnosed as autistic, and even more so since I’ve accepted it, I have both felt so amazing and overwhelmingly terrible.
Masking is harder than it was. I cannot function the same. It was never hard to understand others until now. Interacting was never as difficult as it is now.
I know that this is the ablest mindset that is pushed on many of us, but I wish I was simply the quirky hyper kid again. Then, I was just weird and silly. Now, it feels different. Is everything I do because I’m autistic?
Even the small things I thought were just “me things”, like being overwhelmed to the point of panic at a smell changing unexpectedly, or hearing two conversations at once causing me to dissociate. So many things I’ve dealt with my whole life, that I’ve struggled to explain to myself and others, all can be summed up by “well, I’m autistic”. It is both wonderful and terrifying.
I’ve struggled with mental health my whole life. Diagnoses were slow to come, starting with just a mood disorder, than ED, and anxiety and depression…okay, ED is “under control” so why am I not better?
Finally when I turned 19 I was diagnosed with adhd.
This is it! The cause of all my “problems”! Everything makes sense! I get medicated for it and things get…”better”.
But I still don’t feel “fixed”.
I’m still sensitive to sounds and smells.
I still lash out when I’m overwhelmed from the most insignificant of things.
I still fidget and rub and pace…
And then I stumble across one post. ONE POST. That mentioned how rubbing your feet together repeatedly, the way I always have, is an autistic thing and I LOST IT.
I pushed myself so hard when I was growing up to hide all of these things…all these bad habits and behaviors. I kept them to myself, I stayed as quiet as I could, I did my best to fade into the background so no one saw how weird I was.
But here I am, wondering why I can no longer “act normal” in public! I just turned 27, and I can’t go out to a store alone unless I plan it maticulously before hand. What to bring: are my headphones charged? Do I have my comfort playlist ready? What is my script for the cashier? Do I look normal? Is my hair too fluffy? It is, I need to wear a hat to hide it and sweat to death…but normal people don’t do that.
But I know I’m not normal.
I know it is okay to not be normal.
9/10 I’ll be the first to give a motivational speech to a friend about being yourself…as if it is okay for everyone to be themselves, but not me.
I recently started a new job with adults. They act like adults. They interact with each other like adults. Yet I feel like I’m still 14. I try to act confident, and I am a decent actor. I hold my head high, because I was told that only sad people look down when walking (and I’m definitely not sad). I smile at my coworkers and say good morning.
Oh no, I smiled the weird smile didn’t I? I stared too long without speaking. They asked me a question…what did they say??? Is a laugh the appropriate response? No? Well, too late. I’ve made a fool of myself.
Earlier today, my husband and I were filing out an application for pre-approval for a home loan. This will be our first house. I have been longing for this for so long…but as soon as I smelled one “wrong” smell, everything stopped being okay.
I later described it, or tried to describe it, to my husband. It was like in a sci-fi movie when the hero is on a spaceship and is running down winding corridors, trying to get somewhere in time, but the sliding doors keep slamming closed in front of them. Every time I try to think a thought, SLAM! Door closed. Okay, I’ll go this way? SLAM! Other way? SLAM!
I am so tired of it.
I am loved by my friends and accepted by them. Those who matter to me care for me, regardless of any label or diagnosis…but I do not love me right now. I was close, for a second. Nearly made it to that point, but it’s gone again.
All I want to do is stay home, all day, and write. The only time I feel okay is when I’m creating. When I’m researching about the intricacies of elven lineage and reading debates on if balrogs have wings or not. Thinking about the lord of the rings, and more so, the hobbit, is the only thing that helps. Always has been.
I want to escape this world and just go on an adventure. I want to experience a quest where it doesn’t matter that I’m different. It doesn’t matter that I need to do certain behaviors to not feel like I’ll explode. What matters is that I’m quick witted and can help others.
But alas, I am not a hobbit or a dwarf. I am just a person in the mid-west who is tired of being themself. Just a person who wants to talk about their love of these silly characters. Who wants to talk about soulmates and how cute it would be if they hugged and so on.
But I can’t.
And so i write. I write it and smile every time someone comments on a fic, because I know I’m not the only one as obsessed with these blorbos. I know I’m not alone…even if it feels like it, ya know?
I want to go on long rambling tangents with others about these things! But I can’t. I can’t, because I’ll annoy others. My husband can only handle so much of my rambles about the legendarium, and he truly does his best…but he’s not really interested. He doesn’t get it.
My parents don’t get it.
My sibling who originally got me into LOTR when I was six is too busy to ramble with me.
It feels lonely to know the one thing that soothes me without fail is LOTR, and yet I’ve no one to share it with as much as I’d like.
I do have two friends who will most certainly listen and partake in random conversations, as they also love Lotr as much as I do…but it doesn’t stop my brain from telling me to shut up. To stop talking and being annoying.
I’m so tired of it. I’m tired of feeling like this. I’m tired of disliking myself. I’m tired of so many things.
But right now, I’m tired. Tired and sleepy.
I will probably regret writing this, and most likely will delete it later, but I needed to tell someone how I’m feeling. It was good to get it out.
If you read this, wow. Thank you for reading. I hope that you don’t feel like this, and if you do, or have before, and you’d like a buddy to ramble to about your head cannons, and unapologetically discuss the various courting traditions and customs of dwarves, feel free to message me. I’d love to hear from others.
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The General is also Elktaur.
He is Elktaur as much as Nowhere King is. Elktaur is a bad person who’s flaws are equally divided between his two parts.
Here. I wrote a thing out months ago and have been editing it bit by bit over the course of these months to distract myself from my SSI sitch and now to get me thru our national health crisis (in my country). Read it before I eat your cat.
((content warning: horror gifs and, ab*sive relationships and self harm talk))
Part of the reason I love this story +character is because it’s such a new take on the "corrupted-now''/''meevil"-villain trope AND the "love was my motivator"-villain backstory! Usually the idea behind these kinds of tragic villains is there's a 'good side and a 'bad side' and the bad side overcomes but because their love for this ONE person is their only redeeming feature that then 'redeems' them at the last moment before death. Elktaur, and by extension his two halves, is not this.
According to Megan Dong's interview with Vortexcentral, the reason the General 'turned' on the elk is because the General’s what happens when power and privilege corrupt a person’s influence, i.e. the General got everything he wanted when he was Elktaur and is terrified of losing it or “going back”, now that he feels he is his 'best self'. - he is Arial+Aladdin but if they took a VERY dark turn - The General is the side of the Elktaur that hated being a centaur; not hated centaurs, but hated himself and valued human life more; he’s the side that outwardly dreams of glory and being a hero, and tbf, probably thinks he does care about people. The way he says “sorry kid” after stabbing Rider and tries to appeal to Mystery Woman doesn’t sound like some halfhearted, backhanded Rick Sanchez-style neg to me. They sound like the words of someone who earnestly believes they have no choice other than to do what they did. They sound like someone who believes their own lies. From everything that's shown in the show, the ''poison you [General] fed me [Woman]'' that Mysterious Woman's talking about were NOT words of gaslighting or emotional abuse, but they were still lies; they were hollow words. It doesn’t matter how many times he says he’s sowwy and how much he thinks he cares for her and the people under his command: he does not. He doesn't actually care cuz he's not willing to take the sacrifice that would actually save his people or admit even wrongdoing. Horse even outright calls him out as such, to his wife -
"He doesn’t love you. THAT is not what love looks like!"- Horse
As the General, Elktaur entrapped Mysterious Woman in a marriage and lived life as someone he wasn't. This isn’t a Rose Quartz trying to tell Greg abt her past as an abusive monarch and him telling her it doesn’t matter now; the General was ALL about living with Mysterious Woman as the human he was determined to be. He didn’t trust her. He didn’t really respect her or any of the humans who’d he’d come to rule. He wanted her love as he wanted every other vague concept of respect and was determined to keep it, but in the fullest sense, he did not truly love her back. Nowhere King is the half that earnestly loves Mysterious Woman and I think a lot of fans already know/feel that. The problem is they (and me in the past hey I'm not perfect but I'm trying to fix this) treat it like General’s inability to love is the ONLY problem and that Nowhere King’s love is ''pure'' because it’s 'honest'.
Nowhere King (and Elktaur)'s love is Not pure just because he at one point, values her. Nowhere King is possessive. “She was meant to be mine”. He’s a self-AWARE possessive bastard who wants to end the pain and I think wants her to be happy and free of him, BUT-- never forget it's the NWK’s side who outright negs Mysterious Woman for HIS failure as Elktaur:
“ You made me what I am, but it’s okay. I forgive you.” - Nowhere King, decoded meaning thru links
Much in the same way General doesn't think he's hurting others but is, I don't think NWK wants to hurt her by saying that but at this point in time he's a monster who can ONLY commit suffering, so he does, even to the one person he doesn't want to hurt. That's all he is now.
There's also the bit where -you know- when NWK can’t have her, when she tells him to get over her because his obsession with her got him into this mess; HE DOESN'T and opts to torturing humans by turning them into minotaurs and then trying to destroy EVERYTHING that isn’t her. Love not only doesn't always redeem someone it can make someone more dangerous. >> The General doesn’t care about MW to the point that when they’re separated he seems more annoyed and he tries to soften her pain by just telling her more of what she wants to hear; the Nowhere King is obsessed with her to the point of putting the weight of ending the war all on her shoulders because of his mistakes. -This, by the by, is why I structured my playlists in chronological order rather than out of sequence as Horse sees it in the show. When you see the whole story from point a to point b makes you see firsthand how Elktaur is lying to the woman he loves and slipping more bit by bit into becoming a complete monster-
The General is unselfaware, prideful, self loathing, determined to save the world while not actually CARING ABOUT ppl he hurts. He's a narcissist; The Nowhere King is self aware, cares for only ONE person, but makes her and everyone else miserable and wants to destroy everything if he can't have his way = He's a Bojack Horseman. These people are what the Elktaur, now separated, became.
A bit I know some critics are gonna throw back at me is the part where MW says “you locked him up in the dungeon, did you think it’d have no effect?”, which, to some people, is confirmation that ALL the problems of the show happened because the General locked up and abused the Nowhere King- that if he hadn’t done that then the Nowhere King wouldn’t have become so possessive, cruel, and hateful. I object to that take. It’s not what the General did at that moment but what Nowhere King points out was the mistake Elktaur made earlier:
"We [Elktaur] made a mistake, WE [Elktaur] have to undo it!"- Nowhere King who is also Elktaur but only half of him-flonking christ- YOU GET IT
The moment when Elktaur decided to change himself at all was his first step toward evilll. He was not his worst parts yet, but he was acting upon his worst instincts the character sings about in ''Ghosts''/''Elktour Suite part 5'' - he let in his ghosts because he didn’t know any other way or any life without them; by the time the General was accustomed to living his new life as a human, he (General) probably saw the elk as the ghosts that were wearing him down while the elk, now alone, recognized that he was always better than those ghosts.
Elktaur wasn’t a bad person, or at least he was no better than Horse was shaping up to be in ep 2 and 8 of season 1 - ONCE. It's as understandable as it is selfish but what Elktaur wanted was respect: he appreciated human stuff and human culture even though he didn’t like humans themselves. He wanted understanding when humans wouldn't understand him and none of his own kind 'knew him' Jack Skellington-style. He was smitten by and then hooked on Mysterious PrincessWoman when she did the thing he always wanted and NOTICED him, and she knew her magic. Lord knows how much of a simp he'd be had he really gotten to know her - the tragedy in the actual story is he didn't. He let the ghosts in. He was too wrapped up in his own self loathing and inferiority complex that for this one moment, he made what would be the biggest mistake of his life. Not just his life, EVERYONE's lives. Anyway
this is why Elktaur 100% deserved to die and why his death was actually a HAPPY ENDING for the character.
We don't see the final look on his face when Mystery Woman stabs down but we do see him reach for the shadow of his antlers. He’s finally back together, his pain’s finally over, he wouldn’t hurt her anymore- he prolly still didn't want to die but he even says he has peace. Best of all, he got to hear what the General needed to hear and what the Nowhere King had longed to hear for so many years:
''Don't you know I would have loved you the way you were?'' - Mysterious Woman
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A lot of my sizzling hot Nowhere King (I refer the whole character; elktaur, elk/nwk, and the General as that cuz that's how I knew him for months before the finale +makes it easier) takes are rooted in my amateur horror junkieness
Already made this point but Nowhere King is a reversed-Seth Brundle: Brundlefly is horrifying because he's conflicted about, but still absolutely willing to do, what he almost does to Veronica- you can't completely blame the fly part of him any more than you can't completely blame Seth. Just as Brundlefly as a whole isn't blameless for what either side of him did, neither Elktaur's sides can't be the 'good' or 'bad' side and can't really be forgiven for either's actions - they are one in the same. NWK in particular reminds me of Frankenstein's monster from the book:
'' I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other. I may be a Hogwarts Student, but I'm also a satanist '' - The Wretch, 4 real
Maybe another reason I'm protective of my General boi getting the diss is because General reminds me of Adelaide from Us. ((major Us spoilers incoming)). There's so many ways to view Us, but me personally I just can't see Adelaide as wholey evil +uncaring like Red (the REAL Adelaide) says she is. She had a very sympathetic motiv to switch herself out as a child, given what tethered are, but also given what tethered are, knew nothing BUT that reality and how to behave. By the time she was an adult she'd realized how to love others and talk she'd realized the gravity of what she'd done as a child, buried that reality until she believed she WAS the real Adelaide at heart, and in the end she would do anything to protect the family she had and had 'earned' but was still responsible for the Tetheredpocalypse and everyone who wasn't her fam dying.
Final thoughts/TL:DR --
-In "Once Shattered Now Whole" NWK's not just reliving the memory of him cucking himself, he's remembering witnessing in real time him LYING to the woman he loves and being unable to do anything about it.
Dying with regrets IS NOT the same as a 'last minute redemption arc'- ohmayhawd get off TvTropes whydon't you?
Nowhere King/Elktaur is a war criminal and an emotional abuser but I draw the line at the insistence he doesn't genuinely love Mystery Woman. He does; genuine love doesn't make you a good person or your actions hurt any less. Want a familial example of this with a better ending and an antagonist who isn't a villain? See Encanto.
I wonder how much less hate there'd be for General if he were also voiced by Brian Stokes Mitchell. Mitchell can do a younger voice and has range- I think the inference that General is a completely different person is swayed by him having a different VA.
Yes I watched all of Centaurworld again to proof read this and wholy moley is General so much more interesting when you realize he's Elktaur AND I love all the hints to his true nature. ((when he arrives back in the camp in S2 ep 6 it first appears as though a centaur is approaching: "I know my enemies better than I do my Allies": him playfully pretending to not be who he is when he first meets Rider feels very Elktaurish to me: I HAVE MORE...))
Elktaur is the ACTUAL king of the tumblr sexymans and NOT Onceler cuz he's multiple characters at once and actually well written. Lorax 2012 could maybe be saved if Lorax DeVito had killed Oncie with his own ax but you can't have everything,can you...
#centaurworld#centaurworld nowhere king#centaurworld general#centaurworld elktaur#centaurworld season 2#nowhere king#the general#franki's features
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Another Problem: Chapter 17
~A/N: Hey! I totally didn't mean to go away for 7 months. Anyway, it's currently my b-day, and thought I would gift you all a new chapter. It's not my best work, but I tried, and that's what matters. Hope you enjoy!~
Laura
Violet's POV
After the last kid had left for the day, I began helping Sun clean up the daycare. "Are you sure you're okay, Starlight? You seem low," Sun asked as he lifted one of the bigger building blocks. I nodded with a neutral look, "Drained for the kids. Trying to recharge a bit before heading to the arcade." Sun tilted his head, "Why the arcade?" "Game night." Sun nodded in understanding as we continued to clean.
A few minutes passed as a knock at the daycare entrance made me stop and hand Sun the coloring supplies that were left out. "I got it," I stated as I made my way to the door. Peaking my head out, I saw Bonnie with his hands in his pockets. "Sup, mate! Mind letting me in?" he asked with a lazy smile. I nodded and opened the door.
Letting him in, I finally looked at his appearance. His rabbit ears were a lovely indigo color with a light purple in the inner ear. One was flipped down while the other stood up. Both ears had been pierced with silver hoops, but his left ear had one extra hoop that was blue. His hair was a similar purple and styled in a messy bun.
He was about an inch taller than Monty and a bit on the thinner side. He had traded his atrocious outfit, a joke onstage, for a red and white collared polo shirt, tight shorts, white socks, and bowling shoes. Looking down, I beamed slightly at the little fluffy tail they gave him.
"Is there something on my tail?" asked Bon as I jumped slightly. "S-sorry, I just zoned out... and your tail is fine." I looked at him, "So, what brings you to the Daycare?" His ears flicked a bit, "Came to meet the attendants. Fred insisted I meet them." I smiled and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the ball pit.
"Sunny! Moony! You guys got a visitor!" I sang out, hearing the faint sound of something crashing in the distance. "I'll be over in a second, starlight!" Sun yelled, probably picking up the mess he made. Moon did not respond, but that made sense as he was probably changing out of his jester outfit. Sun poked his head around the corner a few seconds later and lit up. "Sunny, this is Bonnie. Bon, this is Sundrop or Sun for short," I introduced the two as I let go of Bon's hand.
"Nice to meet you. Fred's told me a lot about you." Sun walked over with the silly walk he did with the kids, making me giggle as he shook his hand. "Why hello, hello! It is wonderful to finally meet you, Mr. Bonnie! Do you like glitter glue? What's your favorite color? Is it true that you can spin a bowling ball on one finger?" Sun excitedly asked as he began to ramble. I smiled, "Sunny. Your rambling again."
Sun stood straight and released his hand, "Oh, sorry! I'm just excited to meet a new friend!" "Your good, mate. I was warned you could get excited easily," Bon reassured with a smile.
Sunny sighed in relief as Moon descended from the balcony in casual clothes and his signature beanie. He also had put in his lip ring piercing that he couldn't wear during the day cause it wasn't "child friendly," according to the higher-ups. It never made sense to me, but it made sense that he didn't want to get hurt due to how curious toddlers can be.
He looked at Bon and waved before heading towards the entrance without a word. "I'm guessing that was Moon?" asked Bon, seeming unfazed by the quiet man. "Yeah. He can be a bit distant and rude sometimes, but I swear he is fun and caring once you get to know him," Sun sighed. "You're good, Sunman. Now, tell me about yourself."
Sun nodded enthusiastically as I looked at my watch, letting them talk to each other. A message from Mr. Prestonwood popped up, followed by a picture of one of the enormous arcade machines in the west arcade. My brows furrowed at the sight of his name.
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Fix this.
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I sighed as I read the message. 'So much for going to bed early tonight.' I looked up at the two boys, who had finished their conversation surprisingly, with a frown. "I gotta go. Mr. Prestonwood needs something repaired. Sorry to leave you with such a mess," I apologized as I gave Sunny a side hug. "Oh, you've helped plenty, Starlight. I can take care of the rest." He stated as I went to grab my bag. "Have a great night!" he enthusiastically waved before resuming his introduction.
Chip was, thankfully, near my bag, ready to go. I looked at him and yawned, grabbing my bag and placing the rimless shades in the side pocket before picking him up. He chittered angrily before accepting that I was too mentally exhausted to give a damn. I walked out of the daycare with my headphones on and an annoyed squirrel in my arms.
With a neutral look, which some guests told me that it looked like I was unhappy, I walked silently toward the elevators leading to the atrium. While waiting for the doors to open, I felt eyes on me but ignored them as I was too exhausted to deal with them. I knew my appearance usually made people stare, seeing as I was the shortest known android in the building. That or the abnormally large squirrel in my arms.
The sound of the elevator opening brought me back to reality as I moved aside for guests to exit before entering myself. Just as the door was about to close, Bonnie rushed in, out of breath. "Crikey, you're quick," he mumbled as the doors slid shut. "Sorry, but I wanna get this done before I forget about it," I apologized, removing my headphones and placing them around my neck.
"Mind if I tag along? I don't have much to do since they closed the alley early," he offered. I hugged Chip a bit closer as I nodded, already nervous. His first introduction to me this morning was not what I wanted, and I was hoping to have the time to myself, but so much for that. 'Why do I have to be a people pleaser?' I thought as my ears lowered slightly, going unnoticed by the rabbit.
~Some Elevator Tunes Later~
"I know they're here somewhere," I mumbled as Bon watched me look for the toolbox that was supposed to be in the supply closet near the dancefloor. I had let Chip go once we arrived, and he went straight to the vents to hang out with MM. I don't know how he was already good friends with him, but I didn't question it. "You need help?" Bon asked as he leaned on the stage next to my bag. "No thanks."
After looking for another minute, I exited the closet with an annoyed look. "Can't even replace the stupid lightbulb, unbelievable." "Any luck?" he inquired, his ears flicking as I walked up. I shook my head, "Even after reorganizing the entire closet, I couldn't even find the toolbox."
Pulling out my phone, I made a note letting someone know they needed to restock the lightbulbs. "Okay, while I'm here...." I began to talk to myself as I went to repair the machine Mr. Prestonwood had asked me to fix. I ascended the spiral stairs, narrowly dodging one of the S.T.A.F.F. bots gliding past me.
I quickly spotted the machine in question, a unique version of Guitar Hero, and frowned. It was designed for those who play guitar that want a challenge and test how fast they can play. It can play up to four players and is occasionally updated for new songs that come out. Each guitar was styled and themed around the main four. It was really popular during the later hours according to staff.
One of the guitar's strings was missing on one guitar, and the other guitar had been snapped in half. "Oh, my fucking stars," I mumbled while rubbing my temples. "You should stop hanging out with Monts. He's a bad influence on you," Bonnie jokes from behind, making me jump. I forgot he was with me for a second. "I don't typically swear. It's only if someone scares me, I hurt myself, or when I'm pissed off," I replied quietly as I took the broken guitar and looked it over.
There was no way I would be able to fix this, though. The guitar was beyond repair and was missing a massive piece of its neck. I unplugged the guitar and turned to Bonnie, "Can you grab a replacement string? It should be in the supply closet I was in earlier. The second shelf on the left side." He nodded with a salute before leaving to retrieve it.
I sighed as my mind wandered. Something I usually do when I'm tired or don't want to be in the present time. I felt the tight feeling of anxiety creep up as I thought about tomorrow. I couldn't help but feel nervous about performing. I wouldn't lie, but I kinda started to get stage fright.
While still nerve-wracking, the fundraiser was manageable cause DJ helped me calm my nerves. That and the others made it easier to ignore the somewhat small amount of staff that attended that night. Playing in front of about a hundred or so people was one thing. Performing for thousands of people is another.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts as I unplugged the unusable guitar and brought it back to one of the maintenance rooms. Dropping onto the desk, I left a note as I turned to get one of the replacement guitars. As I went to grab it, a sudden wave of electricity shot through me, followed by an error message. My head twitched as more errors popped up, making my body spasm. I felt myself fall forward before it all went black.
Error! Error!
U̸̜̜͔̾͛̈͊͂̆͘̕n̶̦̮̩͈͒̔̀͝k̸͍̞̺̳̞̮̦̯̇̊̍̓̾̕͠n̶̟̖͒͊̈́͘ǫ̵̖̮̙̲̣͋̅͂̂̒̃́w̵̗̼͎͖͙̃n̶̲̺̲̰̻͗̂̈́͘͘͜͝ ̸̡̦̟̞̲̅̀͒È̷̥͉͈͓̭̥̀͂̑̽́̕͜ŕ̶̗̤̱͓̻̹̜͈͕̦̾̉͋͘͠͝r̵̡̡̙͚̉̂o̶̖͓̼̻̮̞͔͚̫̓͋̐͜ř̴̪̩͉̓͛̇͆̽!̶̢̨̖͇̃͑͋̊͌̽͗
Forced Shutdown and Reboot Initiated.
Rebooting...
Rebooting...
Reboot Successful!
I jolted up, looking around, confused as to why I was on the ground. "What in the-" "Oh, good. You're okay." I grabbed my head, still feeling somewhat out of it, looking up to see Bonnie hovering over me with obvious concern. "What happened, Bon?" His eyes went blue briefly before returning to its usual cherry color. "My scans tell me you had a system error, but nothing to worry about. Had it happened after a major update." I looked at him in confusion, and he chuckled as he helped me to my feet. "Come on. You can fix the machine later. I wanna get to know you better before the others get here."
I was slightly embarrassed that he's helped me twice already. He hasn't even known me for a day and being so nice. "Sorry," I whispered, knowing that despite being so quiet, he would hear me. "For what? Being nice and helping you? Mate, we droids got to stick together. As far as I'm aware, I should be thanking you," he stated with a smile. Looking at him in confusion, he chuckled, "I heard how you met the knucklehead and how you apologized for something that was clearly his fault. He's had a short fuse for as long as I have known him, which scared others away, but I was surprised to know you didn't avoid him." I smiled as I looked ahead, "I tend to have a soft spot for those who are misunderstood or treated poorly by others, I found out. I don't like seeing someone in pain and try my best to help where I can. I'm not the best at showing it verbally, so I offer a shoulder to cry on and such. You'd be surprised how often I get asked for a hug."
3rd Person POV
Bonnie just hummed in acknowledgment. 'No wonder they care for her.' He understood why they were so clear about not doing anything joke-wise until about a week or so of knowing her. She was pretty, he had to be honest, but the soft, sensitive, caring look in her eyes pulled something deep at his wires. He swore he saw something similar to a former employee he knew years ago, but he put that thought away for later. No time to dwell in the past.
"Can I be honest with you?" she asked with a slight blush. "Go ahead. I'm all ears," he stated while wiggling his ears. She let out a small snort before stating, as her ears twitched, "I'm kinda embarrassed about how I introduced myself." He smirked, "You mean when you manhandled Mont? I honestly thought it was fucking gold."
Bonnie chuckled before looking at the elf. She was shaking slightly, making him stop. "Hey, wanna know something embarrassing about me?" She looked at him and nodded. "Believe it or not, I fell face-first into the water traps when I met Monty. Was sparking for weeks due to water sneaking into my endo. He held onto that meeting like candy for the next month and a half." She seemed to relax as a soft giggle escaped her.
Once they got to the stage, Bonnie practically bombarded her with questions. He was quite surprised with some of her answers, seeing as she didn't seem like the type to enjoy certain things. He personally didn't think she would enjoy punk music like Monty and Roxanne, but I guess looks can be deceiving.
"Okay, last question. What's your favorite animal?" "At the moment, snakes and lizards. Mainly the Python Regius." "What?" "Oh, Python Regius is the fancy name for Ball Pythons," she explains with a smile. He chuckled, "Well, I'm not that well versed in reptiles aside from our resident redneck. Mind telling me more about the critter?"
From there, she began to ramble on about said snake with a sparkle in her eye. From different morphs and types to their behaviors and eating habits, she practically lit up when Bonnie asked questions. She didn't realize that she was rambling, too excited to talk about the animal.
It was like she wasn't her typical quiet and awkward mask she wore for the crowds. She felt like she could finally show a part of herself that she kept behind closed doors or around people she trusted. She felt a warm fuzzy feeling buzz inside her as she continued talking to an interested person.
Kinda like an old friend.
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