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am-i-interrupting · 2 months

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Affection | Vox x Fem!Reader

Summary: Vox and Valentino get into it. Vox looks for a way to get payback and stumbles upon you. He didn’t expect you to actually care.

Warnings: sex work, a bit of a mommy kink

He was used to the petty yelling, the constant spats, even the object throwing. What crossed the line was when he had to replace his screen.

Vox and Valentino got into a lot of arguments, normally started by the latter instead of the former. This one was bad though. Vox didn’t even want to think about it but it was all that was on his mind.

He was angry.

He was angry because it was easier to be angry rather than something else, something more vulnerable. He didn’t want to and couldn’t afford to be vulnerable right now. He had to hold onto this anger so he didn’t go crawling back to Valentino.

Currently, he was at his desk, looking through documents about ads that were just waiting for Vox’s stamp of approval. He stumbled upon yours and he paused.

He recognized you. Why?

He copied your name into a search bar and looked at your Sinstagram profile. Flipping through the pictures, he found one of you at a bar and that’s when he remembered.

Valentino tried to contract you and you’d basically laughed at him. You’d tossed back a shot and then turned to Valentino, asking if he needed you to pay for it since he was clearly so desperate for new recruits as he was only preying on people too stupidly drunk to realize how bad of an idea it was to say yes. Oh, he remembered Valentino seething that night.

He approved your ad but he couldn’t get you out of his head. He opened the closed tag again as he actually read through your ad.

You were advertising music. Which, when say side by side with your Sinstagram made sense as he saw a picture of you with Verosika Mayday. There wasn’t really anything interesting on the advert.

He scrolled up to the top of your Sinstagram in order to look at them in order from most to least relevant. That is when he caught sight of a link in your bio. He clicked it.

He was brought to a website. He wasn’t sure what he expected but he did raise an eyebrow nonetheless. It was an escort sight. A home page that had you and several other people scantily dressed with a description of what every person and the services you offered.

Maybe he was being more vindictive than he thought because he immediately clicked on the tab that sent him to your page and booked a time with you.

It was far out, months away in fact. He honestly had forgotten about it until he got an email the week before asking if he was still available and inviting him to a pre-session consultation. Not willing to back out and have it potentially mess with his image, he made the time.

He logged into a video call several days later and was greeted with you in the middle of putting on your makeup.

“Well, hello, Mr. Vox,” you said with a soft purr. He replied with a formal greeting of your name. “You’re a busy guy and I’m a busy gal so I’ll keep this quick. This is just a little meeting for boundaries. I know it bothers some people to make them in person so I’ve found this to be an easier way.

“I’ll go first. No hickies, no bruises, no scratches, no cuts, no burns, just no marks. It might be pretty and fun in the moment but it costs me later. Not everyone enjoys having sex with someone who’s clearly had it with someone else not long before. It may be part of my work but people do like an illusion.

“I don’t do bondage where I’m the one tied up. It’s nothing personal, just a safety issue. On the topic of safety, if you bring in anything that could be used as a weapon. I’m done and you’re leaving. All I need from you is that pretty little body of yours and payment. I’ll provide the rest.

“On the topic of payment, I know you’ve already made your upfront payments for this little consultation. The rest can be brought when you come in cash. Any questions so far?”

He surprised himself by saying, “Not so far, no.”

You we’re far more thorough than he thought. He’d bought time before but it was never this professionally done, even by Valentino’s standards. Granted, with Valentino’s sex workers, there was really only one rule, payment upfront. He didn’t give a fuck about anything else.

You though? You had clearly given this a lot of thought on all parts.

“Good, I’m glad,” you said. “Those are my hard rules. Everything else is a little more flexible. So, tell me, what is it you want from tonight?”

“To have a good time.”

“Of course, we all want to have a good time, Vox, but I’m talking specifics. Don’t be naive,” you said. “I have full confidence you know better. Maybe it’d be easier if I told you what I’m best at.”

The lid of your lipstick clicked closed. You looked at the camera, looking at him directly on his screen by proxy, for the first time.

“I can do just about anything your cold, dead heart desires but I enjoy specific things more than others. I’m a bit of a dominatrix, I’d you will. I enjoy the power and control of giving people what they need instead of what they want. How does that sound to you?”

“It sounds to me like a very overlord thing to do,” he replied.

“Not there yet,” you said. “So, is that the role you prefer to play?”

“It’s one I play often.”

“Yes, I’ve gathered that but do you prefer it?”

Vox didn’t know why he didn’t just say yes. He should have. It went with his image to say yes and that’s why he was still agreeing to do this even though he and Valentino weren’t on the worst of terms right now.

He hadn’t crawled back to Valentino yet. It’d been one of their longer spells away from one another. Five months without even falling back into bed once.

Perhaps that’s why he said what he said. He was pent up. He hadn’t had time to unwind and the person he normally would go to for that he was still upset with. That’s the reason he’d go with anyway.

“It’s the role I play most often,” he said.

“But is it the role you like?” you asked. When he didn’t answer you smiled, a more genuine one than any flirty or sarcastic one you’d shot his way before. “Stubborn, I’ll keep that noted.”

“I am not—“

“You’re proving my point. Now,” you stood up and rummaged through a drawer he couldn’t see, “pick a set for me.”

For the next several hours, Vox felt like he couldn’t focus. He was nervous. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d been nervous over a one night stand.

He left early, leaving his assistant with double the workload but he didn’t care. He just needed to be out of the building.

He took Vark out on a walk to pass time but it still went by so slowly. It took what felt like days for it to finally be time to leave.

He’d call it considerate that he left without his usual suit jacket, waistcoat, and tie but in reality, he felt so hot, constricted with them on.

He traveled through the cameras and arrived at the address he’d been given, not a single person having seen him.

He knocked on the door and that sense of security was promptly shattered when it opened and he heard someone say, “Holy shit!” in response to seeing him.

He glared at the offending person as he stepped in. He recognized them from being pictured on your website. They quickly spun around and continued doing whatever it was they were in the process of.

He was led to a room which when opened revealed you inside. You were wearing a shear robe that gave him a peak at what was hiding underneath.

“I was promised secrecy,” he said. “Not to be gawked at by the employees.”

“So you don’t want to be gawked at me?” you asked. You smiled at your own joke. “Everyone here is under contracted lock and key to not say a single word about what goes on inside these walls. You’re image will be fine.”

“Contracted?”

“You said I had the makings of an overlord,” you replied. “Why are you suddenly surprised that I have contracts? Don’t worry, I assure you they’re much more ethically sourced than your co-worker’s.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Speaking of,” you said as you took several steps towards him, “why are you here? I’d imagine you could have any of Valentino’s contracted cash free. Why waste it on me? I’m not exactly cheap.”

You held out your hand and he reached into a pocket to retrieve the other part of your payment. You swiftly began counting it.

“You fuck one of Valentino’s pets, you’ve fucked them all,” he said. “They’re all too scared to be any fun after a while.”

“As much as I know that’s a true statement—“ you put the cash in a drawer of the bedside table— “I don’t believe it.”

He felt his eye twitch. “And what exactly would you—“

“Why don’t you take off your shirt and lay on the bed?” You walked towards him and ran your hands up his torso. “Or I could take it off for you.”

You began unbuttoning his shirt and for some reason, it made him drop all his irritation. When you finished, you bent down and licked all the way up his torso. You kissed and nipped at his collar bone.

His hands went to your sides but you spatted them away. The shirt fell to the ground.

You looked up at him, like you were daring him to kiss you. However, when he went to do just that, you stepped away.

“On the bed face down, mister,” you told him.

He huffed. Despite his mind telling him to grab you and pull you in for a kiss, take you and remind you of who exactly you were messing with, his body followed your instructions.

The mattress dipped as you straddled him. Something popped open (he tensed), a bottle clinked as it was set on the table, and then the sound of you rubbing your hands together went through the air.

Your hands, warm against his skin and slick with oil, began to rub up and down his back.

“Why are you here, Vox?” you asked. “I’m not stupid. I keep up with the news. Did you think I wouldn’t notice that the day you made an appointment was the same day you updated your status to single again? It’s still single now so what happened?”

“Nothing happened,” he said.

“Uh-huh, and the fact that you visibly tensed as soon as I mentioned Valentino is just a coincidence,” you said. “Everything you say in these walls stays within them.”

“You’re the one who made the contracts,” he said. “You’re not under them.”

“True, but—“

You began to apply pressure with your thumb, grinding your thumb and hand in circles along his back.

“Oh, fuck.”

“—I also made them,” you said, basically repeating his words. “It means I place value in confidentiality.”

“Or covering you’re own— oh, fuck, right there— your own ass.”

“I could be.”

You leaned down and he felt toy trap his entire torso beneath you. He liked the feeling. He liked the feeling of you over him.

You got close to his face, “But I think we both know I’m not.” You moved back and he mourned the feeling as soon as it was gone. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. You’re just very obviously tense and not just physically.”

You punctuated your sentence by rolling the palm of your hand at the base of his neck before squeezing it lightly. He couldn’t hold back a moan at the feeling of some tension leaving his body.

You continued on like that in silence for a while. You were working out the knots in his muscles and he was basically putty beneath your hands.

He’d never been treated like this before. He had couldn’t remember the last time he felt loose. There was always some kind of feeling of unease he constantly carried.

He didn’t even know he needed this because he’d never known that he could have it.

You leaned to once again lay over him but this time he could feel the entire weight of your body instead of just your warmth. You wrapped your arms underneath his shoulders and placed a kiss to his neck.

“Are you alright to continue?” you asked him as you nuzzled against his shoulder blade.

“I—“ He tried to search for some witty or snarky remark to make but all he could come up with was, “Yes.”

You cooed at him and slipped your hands out from underneath him to rub his back as you got off him. “Using your words, what a good boy,” you said and he hated, hated how that made him feel so warm inside. “Can you turn around for me? Yes, good.”

He closed his eyes and refused to look at you. You laughed but it didn’t feel mean. That didn’t make him feel any less embarrassed, however.

You did a wider, full handed version of the back massage you’d given him to his front as you began to roll your hips against his. He couldn’t hold back a whine.

“Oh, so pretty,” you said. “Such pretty noises from such a pretty boy.”

“Fuck,” it came out weak and pathetic.

Well, it was fitting then because that’s how he felt, weak and pathetic. Such simply praise shouldn’t be so effective.

“How does that feel?” you asked. “Come on, be a good boy. Tell me. Tell me how to make you feel good, baby.”

You were kissing on his neck and shoulders now.

“Good,” he choked out.

You hummed against his skin.

He could feel his fingers flex. His arms moved. He stopped them. He wanted to touch. He should be able to touch. He should be able to do what he wanted. He was the fucking Vox, overlord and creator of the biggest tech company in Hell. He shouldn’t need permission to do something.

You grabbed his hands and brought them up to the knot of your robe.

“You can touch me, baby,” you told him.

A whine forced its way out of his throat no matter how much he tried to keep it at bay.

He opened his eyes and you were so beautiful, grinding against him like you were made to. He could feel his cock straining against his pants. He wanted them off.

He settled for untying your robe. It fell to reveal the deep blue set he’d chosen for you earlier that day. It was sheer enough to show off your nipples through the cross crossed pattern of the bra. There was a silver chain that draped between the cups and further framed your breasts. Some traps went around your torso as part of the garter belt which held up your similarly colored stockings. You looked gorgeous.

You laughed and guided his hands up to your waist. Then up to your tits.

“I love the way you keeping whining for me,” you said. “You’re like a little pup.” Your eyes honed on his neck and your hand followed your gaze. You pressed on his neck, just enough to add some pressure. “That neck of yours looks like it was made to be collared and leashed.”

“Oh fuck.”

You leaned closer to his face. “Would you like that, baby?”

His fingers twitched around your breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over your clothes nipples as a silent apology. “Please.”

“Oh, such good manners.” You applied more pressure to his neck, not enough to cut off his air supply. He arched into your touch. “But not tonight. Some other time, I promise. I’ve got a feeling I’ll be seeing you plenty, baby.”

You went to nip at his neck. His hands wrapped around to your back to hold you in place. Your own traveled down his torso and to his belt.

You undid it. You pulled down his pants but not his underwear. You slipped from his grasp.

You put your hands on either side of his bulge and ran your fingers over it. His legs spread open further as he tried to push up but you quickly put an end to that little action.

Your hands on his hips, you hovered your head over him. You licked a stripe onto the fabric. You began to suck him off with the barrier of his boxers.

He knew he was whining. His eyes wanted to screw shut but he kept them open, too transfixed by the visage before him.

Your own eyes were closed. Your hands, perfectly constraining his boxers, were wrapped around his hips. The tips of your perfectly manicured hands were digging into his skin. Your tongue lulled out and lavished him.

He could cum from just this alone.

However, as soon as the thought came to him, you pulled away.

“No, no, no, please, please, let me come,” he said, words flowing from his mouth before he could stop them.

“Aw,” you said with a chuckle, “begging so soon? How sweet. Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get to come soon. I’ve just got to see that little dick of yours first.”

The small bit of degradation mixed with all the praise made him twitch.

He’d never gotten any negative comments on his dick before. Rather the opposite, Valentino had tried several times before to talk him into at least faceless camera work but he didn’t want to think of the moth right now.

You pulled his underwear down to reveal his cock. It was length, a deep blue like the rest of him except were it was flushed vibrantly at the tip. He was already leaking pre-come. Milky white against his flesh.

You leaned over to lick it up. His eyes rolled back at the simple action.

Your smirked before you took him all your mouth at once. You slowly pulled up and let your teeth pull at the hood of his tip.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

He thrusted up into what was now just air as he twitched, his whole body convulsing but he didn’t come. He was on the verge though.

You shushed him as you stroked his inner thigh with your nails.

“Be a good boy for me and hand me the lube,” you said before you began sucking on the skin above his pelvic bone.

His hand went to your hair as he closed his eyes and moaned. It took him a moment to open them again but you didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t feel rushed.

When was the last time he hadn’t felt rushed while having sex? He couldn’t even remember. It was always about getting back to work as soon as possible or Valentino’s quick hits. It was never really about him. It was about getting rid of his boner or Valentino’s as soon as possible.

He liked this. He liked this feeling of. . . being cared for?

God, he was so fucking pathetic. He could feel tears filling his eyes as he reached for the lube on the bedside table.

“Are you alright, baby?” you asked. “Do you need to stop.”

“Fuck, please don’t.”

“Okay, we don’t have to stop. We can keep on going,” you said as you poured some lube into your hands. “You just keep on being a good boy for me, alright? You can cry if you need to, baby. It’s okay to cry, you know.”

That permission made it worse. He felt his face flush as tears began to stream down his face. This was pathetic. He was pathetic. He shouldn’t be crying. He’d rarely ever cried. Much less during sex, especially sex that he was enjoying.

“Can you bend your— oh, such a good boy,” you said.

You hooked his bent knees over your legs and pulled him into your lap.

You wrapped your hands, covered in warm lube (when was the last time someone had took the time to warm up lube before touching him?), around his cock and began slowly twisting your hands up and down. He couldn’t stop the weak thrusts.

“I’m sorry,” he said, repeating the phrase like a prayer.

“Shhhh, baby, it’s okay,” you told him, petting his thigh. “You take what you need. You’ve been so good for me. So good. You deserve it.”

“Fuck.”

He threw his head back against the pillow and then looked down at you. He immediately met your eyes, so soft and understanding. It made his stomach queazy.

He watched as his dick slowly was covered then revealed by your hand. It curved around him so perfectly, glistening with a mixture of lube and the pre-come he was leaking. You twisted your hand in just the right way.

You covered his cock and then revealed the head. You thumb lingered and smeared the pre-come at his tip. The point of your nail ever so gently grazed his hole and that’s what did it.

The lights flickered in the room as he spasmed and came. His screen went blank as he blacked out.

A few seconds later, he came to with you by his side with a glass. You tilted his head up and cupped your hand under his lips as you forced him to drink, any water that spilled was dropped in your hand.

You grabbed a cloth and wipes at his screen.

“Are you okay, baby? Was that good?” you asked and he could only mutely nod. “Good.”

You went to pull him into an embrace but stopped and looked down at your body. “Do you wanna clean me up or do you want me to do it?”

He followed your gaze and saw his come covering your torso, a bit of it even clinging to your bra. He leaned to lick it off you. You reclined onto the thrown of pillows and let him, stroking his shoulders and arms as he did.

He licked up to your bra and then was met with the rough contrast of the lace-like fabric compared to your smooth skin. He reached around and undid the bra. You let it fall and he licked where the come had been. Then he began sucking on your breasts.

“Oh, fuck,” this time it was you.

Spurred on, he reached down between your thighs and began stroking. You were wet, so fucking wet. His fingers slid through your folds with no hint of resistance.

He rolled your clit between two knuckles.

“Oh, so good for mommy,” you said as you continued petting him. “So good.”

He whined at both the praise and the title you had given yourself.

He began stroking you with a different purpose now. He needed you to come. He looked up at you, still sucking on your tit. He needed to see it.

Your breath quickened. Your pets turned into a tight hold. It was your turn to whine as your head rolled back and your mouth lulled open.

“So good! So good for me, baby, just like that,” you said right before you became incoherent. You groaned and moved up into his touch.

He went back to the tower feeling better than he could ever remember. The set you’d worn tucked into his pant pocket. You insisted, saying you had plenty of other sets. Who was he to refuse?

“Where the fuck have you been?” Velvette asked.

“Out,” he said as he walked passed her, in no mood for her screeching.

“For over two hours with your location turned off? You didn’t even answer your fucking phone,” Valentino said, voice raising to nearly as yell towards the end.

“Yes,” Vox said as he continued walking.

He heard Valentino laugh as he must have seen the lingerie set in his back pocket. “Were you really so busy fucking a hole that you couldn’t answer me? I hope they were good.”

“Better than you ever were,” Vox said before he closed his bedroom door, unwilling to let his lax mood be ruined.

A few months later, Vox was still going to see you. Absolutely hooked and you both knew it but so were you. You didn’t even made him pay but he still slipped money into your pocket or your bra so he wouldn’t have to face the fact that he was getting attached.

That was all thrown out the window when you released a new song. He wasn’t even halfway through watching the music video before he disappeared and found you, pulling you in for a bruising kiss and you knew exactly why.

The imagery in the music video was obvious. Pink smoke trying to creep into your studio only to be blocked, a deep blue body, TV screens everywhere. Then there were the lyrics:

I can give my babe affection without any type of infliction

You were just an intermission but I’m the center of attention

I’ve got him collared and leashed right where he needs to be

He’s down on his knees begging me with please

Better than any of his fantasies

Yeah, I’ve got his attention without infliction

#for the song I’m thinking chrissy chlapecka vibes just FYI #hazbin vox x reader #vox x reader

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hansoeii · 4 days

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Hello! Hope you're having a great day/night! I absolutely adore your art, you are one of my favourite artists. I love the way you shade and do backrounds. Also everytime I get into a new show I immediately see your art for it??

I was wondering if you had any advice on drawing more realistically (backrounds, anatomy etc) but still keeping a style?

Hey hey!

Thank you so much!

I have a pretty good understanding of facial structures, because before I got into drawing more semi-realisticly, I heavily focused on realistic portraits. Here are some example, these are from around 2019!

(yes, I was really into danmei and kpop back then, haha)

I just always loved drawing/painting faces and it was all I did. But at some point I realized that I wanted to do more than that because just portraits felt super restricting. So it took me around 2-3 years to somewhat find my style. Thought it would be fun to show a little timeline! Advice will follow afterwards :)

2020

I began working on my OCs in 2020 and since I didn't have an exact reference to work off of, I struggled a lot. My art from this year is super wonky.

2021

Still wonky, but the Lokius obsession was the jumpstart into finding my style! My work from this year is all over the place haha, I was experimenting a lot.

2022

This first ofmd piece is pretty much the first drawing where you can see where my style is gonna go, which I think is pretty cool! This is the year I made the biggest progress cos I was drawing SO much. These two pieces are only six months apart. The one on the right was the first time I gave drawing a background a proper go, too! It was a good year.

2023

And this is where I am now! I'm still constantly learning and improving, but I'd say I have a style you can recognize now!

Now here comes some actual advice, haha:

What I highly recommend you to do is to study your favorite artists as much as you can! I have like 5 A4 sketchbooks all from 2020 that I filled with sooooo many studies, where basically all I did was look at artists I like and copy how they draw stuff, to try and figure out how to stylize certain things. Some of my favorite artists are Ami Thompson, Velinxi and TB Choi. But I also liked to just scroll through pinterest and study all the art I came across that I liked! For example, if I saw a really great drawing of a pair of pants I would copy it many times in my sketchbook and try to learn how they stylized the folds. Doing this for a prolongued period of time will naturally improve your own work! It'll be difficult at first, but you gotta push through, it's gonna be worth it!

I also highly recommend studying unique faces to try and avoid the same-face syndrome. Find some cool looking people and try to draw them as simple as you can! Maybe even draw a little timeline where you first draw them as cartoon-y as you can, and keep going until you end up with a more detailed, realistic drawing. Maybe in the middle of it you find a step that feels the most fun to you, so you can try to build on that! It's a great way to figure out what kind of style might be the best for you.

Here are some cool faces I found on pinterest!

I have a pinterest board with many more!

One REALLY important part of learning how to draw all kinds of things is to understand forms and shapes and how to manipulate them. I have so many pages in my sketchbook filled with just shapes that I drew from all kinds of angles without any references.

This is a great video on it:

6 Ways to Draw Anything by Proko

Learning how to do this is so crucial! Young artists often think they first have to learn all kinds of detailed anatomy before doing anything else, but all that's gonna do is make you tired and hate drawing. Shapes are where it's at! Once you understand how shapes work and which ones to use for certain parts of bodies or objects, drawing is gonna get so much easier! Once you understand them, you can get into details such as muscles and bones!

And honestly the most important point is to just absolutely love what you're doing! I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for the fact that I get extreme hyperfixations on certain media that turn me into some kind of beast where I can suddenly draw 10 detailed illustrations a week, haha. Just be passionate about what you do, find something you REALLY love and go crazy!

I really hope this was somewhat helpful! My inbox is always open if there's any more questions :)

#responding to these has made me realize how much I love helping you guys out #it's genuinely really fun and I just hope it's actually helpful haha #my art #art advice #art resources #ask #anon

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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I'm not sure if reqs are open, buy if you, can you please do something like this, but the reader is a teen? (15/16?) (Just like me irl lmao) (sorry if reqs are closed and for my blindness) ._."<3

still too young

a/n: straight up had no idea what to do for this one, so heres a vague assortment of headcanons about it. thank you for your request, and yes, they’re open!

word count: ~1.5k

-> warnings: spoilers for inazuma and the first sumeru archon quests, spoilers for albedo and razor lore, uhh people are unnecessarily rude to you, they kinda don’t see you as a person due to the nature of this situation—not all of them, but a major chunk. they’re simultaneously very obsessive and very lax. bad format.

-> lowercase intended!

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3

< masterlist >

right off the bat, things are going to be a lot different even as they’re very similar. when your main—who will be referred to as the favored for simplicity—finds you in the field, they still behave the same. theyre still going to be convinced that you’re the key to their god’s forgiveness, and though they’re surprised at your age, they don’t miss a beat. you’re too old to be so easily convinced, but you’re still too young to be wise enough to say no.

you’re tucked in the corner, a hilichurl’s club held tight in your shaking grip.

for the sake of this, we’ll say that you’ve been intentionally avoiding them, unwilling to taint your opinion of them. now youre cornered, and you doubt that teyvat can knit the bushes behind you tight enough to delay them. you don’t want to fight them, you don’t, but their weapon was still on display, shining in the early morning light as their shoulders heave with exertion.

they follow your eyes and dismiss it, carefully approaching you. the blessing of their god is lesser this time, but still powerful enough that they’re on the right track.

“hello,” they say, and introduce themselves. it’s useless, considering you know them already, but it’s not as if they know that.

when they prod for your name, you don’t answer, not even to give a fake one, and they frown. you do seem scared.. maybe they should try this from a different angle?

“i’m not here to hurt you,” they whisper, taking another step closer. “i promise.”

you’re too tired to think of resisting.

sumeru

• starting with this one first: no way in hell the akademiya is taking you seriously once it registers

• not a chance.

• the sages are welcoming(ish) at first, willing to allow this version of their savior—for who else could save them from their ‘god’s wrath?—to be… like this, but that must be because you want to better influence the young, right? you want to be relatable? this, all this is because you want to better be able to understand and talk to the newest generation, right?

• they’re like a corporation on twitter. that’s the nicest way to put it

• once they realize, through one mean or another, that no, you’re just young, this isn’t an alteration to your form, you’re being dismissed. you’re not their god, they don’t have to pay attention to you. they don’t have to pay attention to your odd sense of humor and whatever ‘based’ means in your eternally complex context. all they have to do is make you happy and keep you safe.

• (you’re not. to either.)

• to the sages of the akademiya, you’re a means to an end.

• if, by chance, you’re a tighnari / collei main, you’re a lot better off! they’re kinder, protective to a fault. you quickly become commonplace in gandharva ville, and integrate a lot easier. they’re probably two of the few to register you as the actual creator, but that’s mostly because theyre the ones who patch you up most often. it might take a while, but stick it out.

liyue

• more people who will laugh at you </3

• ningguang is the leader of liyue in every way that matters, and i just… i can’t see her taking a teenager seriously. you could lay out a 3-page, mla formatted—not that she’d recognize it—essay with cited sources, but she’d dismiss it all under the grounds of a minor grammatical error in line 4 of paragraph 5. oh, and it’s below the required word count for a report submitted to the qixing, so jot that down. you could use the words.

• in her mind, you’re just another task. something else to take care of, one that admittedly takes priority since you’re from their god, but still. she feeds you, makes sure you have clean clothes and aren’t sick, she keeps you safe, but it’s all hollow. keqing doesn’t care for you all that much—her creator’s on thin ice anyway—and though ganyu is kind, she can’t do much outside of bringing you a bundle of qingxin whenever you’re down(always). to the liyue qixing, you’re an assignment. one they can’t fail.

• if you’re a childe main, i’m sorry.

• if you’re a xiangling main, you have a chance at normality. she’s pretty strange but will be unlikely to turn you in or be harsh about it.

• if you’re a hu tao main, you also have a chance, just do your best to convince her not to bring you to zhongli. please.

• if you’re a zhongli main i’m sorry.

• can’t believe i almost forgot xiao, but i don’t feel i need to say much on the topic except for asking what color you want your shackles to be /hj

inazuma

• WOOO BOY

• R.I.P. to you, you had a nice run, good luck ever being able to leave the tenshukaku. the second the shogun sees you, it’s game over. to her, the people and environment are too inconsistent, too changing, too dangerous for somebody of your caliber. she’ll insist with iron eyes and a steel hand that you’re to stay there, where they can keep you safe. to her, the creator was the ultimate symbol of eternity—after all, what else is constant but creation? what else is certain besides the fact that new life will flourish, live, then die again?

• i’ll be one of the first to insist that ei =/= the raiden shogun, but it still stands that ei was still the one to give the shogun her commands. when she said to enforce eternity, her word was law, and when she says to keep you from leaving, she still carries that weight to her voice. what she says goes, and she says that you are to stay there.

• if you’re a kamisato main, rip.

• similarly, sorry to all the thoma mains.

• kazuha’s technically from inazuma so i’ll put him here: you have the best chance with him alone. the crux seem kind, but beidou is.. close with ningguang.

• if you’re a heizou main… play your cards right.

mondstat

• honestly? your best chance at living an okay life.

• they’re a nation of freedom! that isn’t to say they won’t vehemently press against you leaving the city—or springvale, if you’re smart about it—but you will have the most freedoms. they keep you from the kitchen and training grounds, but if you’re really interested then kaeya and jean might set up a very, very child-proof mock training set up for you. lisa also has a giant library, so guess what hobby you have now. sucrose and albedo may or may not let you watch—from a very safe distance with 10ft of protective barriers—and it’s a toss up as to whether diluc would even let you leave the manor, let alone mondstat.

• albedo mains are royally screwed. like you have a negative percent chance of ending up okay in this certain hyper-specific au. either he’ll keep you for evaluation and minor experimentation, or he’ll find out some way to keep you in the city / monitor your location. as a master(?) of khemia, he has a heavy interest in the creator. if you’re his chance to understanding it, them, and himself better, you are not leaving.

• quick fire: lisa mains have no chance, jean + noelle mains have an okay shot, and amber mains have a ~32% chance, diluc and kaeya mains are on the thinnest of ice. if you’re a diona main i have several questions but the only important one is who do you think she’ll turn you in to?

• if you’re a razor main 1) i love you keep up god’s work 2) you have one of the best chances! he’s not really involved with many people, just pray that lisa doesn’t find out about you. same goes for bennett, though he may be suspicious after a while and turn you in(his bad luck fades when you’re around sorry i make the rules)

• if you’re a venti main…. uh.

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oddballwriter · 9 months

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Heya!! Literally been obsessed with your writing all week and there are no signs of me stopping 😭 was wondering if I could request a blurb (or hc’s if that’s easier. I don’t mind!) about any of the moon boys with an writer/author!reader? maybe reader is always going to them about plots and characters and when second opinions? add whatever you please! thank you for doing all these request for FREE btw you’re a great writer!!! 🤍🤍

Test Readers

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Summary: You're an author and the moon boys are surprisingly good feedback.

Warnings: Mentions of some fighting in the book/story the reader is making

Author’s Snip: I didn't want to do just Steven so I did Marc and Jake but ended up just doing those two, which I think is actually great.

Notes: I did not proof read this.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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One thing you never had to worry about as a writer was finding test readers. Because the boys were your test readers. Well, it was mostly Steven who did the reading for you chapters to see how well it flowed and if it kept people reading because, well, it's Steven. He burns through books like he gets paid to do so. But you knew Marc and Jake read them too.

In a way, it was good that they did because you knew that Steven would like anything you made. So with Marc and Jake being the type of men to just out right say their opinion was great.

"I don't like where you're taking McIntire's story and character." Marc piped up as he wrapped his arms around you while you sat with your laptop typing up something else. "How come?" you ask. "He feels too... edgy now with everything you added to him." he explains. 'Well, the point is that he's slowly remembering who he was and all the things he's done," you remark, "And he's meant to struggle with that because he doesn't think that he could ever do that as the person he is now." you add.

"Yeah, but," Marc says before scrunching his face to show that he still doesn't like how much there is. "You're right." you sigh and confess, "I was kind of thinking that he was being a little too over powered.". "It sort of takes away from why he did what he did in the first place." you mention, mostly to yourself. "I'll put more focus on that instead." you comment.

As for Jake. If you're being honest Jake is the type of reader who looks more for drama and action. Which somethings isn't needed when there's a "peace time", as you like to call it, in your chapters. But sometimes his suggestions actually work out.

"I'm just saying," Jake remarks as he watches you review over your pages for the newest chapter in your story. "These two characters have a rivalry and hatred towards each other and this is their first time meeting after everything has started the actual story." Jake explains, "So why not have them argue and have a bit of a fight." he concludes. "But this is the first time they actually have a meeting with each other. Every other time was in passing." you argue.

"Doesn't the bad guy already know who your main guy is? He's known all along, no?" Jake asks. "He has an idea that the protagonist has something to do with the legend but he doesn't know that it's him." you explain. "Well, how about the big bad comes to the realization that it is the legend that he's been seeing?" Jake suggests.

You lean forward in you seat and think as Jake goes on.

"I'm not saying have the final fight right now. What I'm suggesting is that you have them maybe get a few punches in to give your readers a taste of that the final fight might be." he says.

You tilt a brow and speak, "That's actually a pretty neat idea.".

"See." Jake teases.

#moonknight #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where you say some things you don't mean. And some things you do.

Or the twelfth installment of the SKZ!pack prequel series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, Skz!pack, Skz!abo, omegaverse, poly!skz, skz x you, skz x reader, pack!prequel, SKZ!pack prequel, prequel series, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, han jisung, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n, skz angst, skz fluff

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Title: You Win Some, You Lose Some

“So, I hear (Y/N)’s not talking to you.” Yeosang slides into the seat beside you at the library table, a semi-amused look on his face as he glances across from where you sit to Chanbin on the opposite side.

“I’m not.” You answer immediately, voice sharp, without looking up, scribbling a little more furiously as you write down your notes.

You bite back the urge to snap at Changbin, ask him why the hell he’s here anyway-at a biology study group of all places-but you already know the answer, because Seungmin is here, so of course he’s here.

The notion triggers something bitter and hot to begin bubbling in the pit of your stomach, which is stupid.

You like Seungmin. You like Changbin-might even love him actually-so why does seeing the two of them spend so much time together, joined at the hip, make you want to simultaneously gouge your eyeballs out from irritation and sob forlornly in the shower all at once?

“She’s just mad because I tried to set her up with my friend in the production department. She’ll get over it.” Changbin offers casually, as if you’re being ridiculous and you’ll realize it soon enough.

You bite down so hard on your tongue that you taste copper.

Yeosang glances sidelong at you nervously, and you try your best to force your suddenly sour scent to even out.

“I’m mad because you’re a terrible person and an even more terrible boyfriend.” You quip back quietly, your voice wavering with barely controlled anger, but you don’t look at him still, gaze laser focused on the page of notes before you, even though the words aren’t even computing in your mind anymore.

“God, I said I was sorry, okay?” Changbin exclaims, and you see him throw his hands up from the corner of your eye, clearly exasperated. It just makes you angrier. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), is that what you want to hear? For the fifth time?”

Seungmin is silently watching you now from across the table, you can feel his eyes on you, but you can’t look up, not now, not when your eyes are starting to water and your lip is starting to tremble.

You won’t give Changbin that satisfaction.

“No.” You manage to get out, and this time, you raise your gaze to look at him, and he holds it, your eyes flashing with barely concealed fury. You stare him down, and will the tears back from whence they came. “I want you to stop coming home from class smelling like him. I want your hoodies to smell like you again and not like some stupid rainstorm. I want to walk into your dorm and not be reminded every goddamn day of your stupid alpha friend who you so kindly offered me to-like meat on a platter, without even telling me, mind you-just so you could get your rocks off with Seungmin easier!”

Maybe that makes it all worse, that Changbin had wanted to distract Chan, distract him with you, so that he could spend more time with Seungmin, away from you without you.

You hadn’t meant to let it all out-not here, not in the library, not in front of everyone-but it was too late now, the air frosty, and so you hold Changbin beneath your gaze, never wavering, as everyone else stares between the two of you apprehensively, as if just waiting for one of you to leap across the table and strangle the other.

You might do it.

The tension in the air is so thick you could cut it with a knife, and finally when the silence has dragged on for several moments more, Jisung shifts in his chair, smoothing his hands over his open book, and chuckles awkwardly.

“C’mon. It can’t be that bad, right? I mean-” He gestures to Changbin. “His smell is kinda overpowering, the smoke should overpower the rain or whatever in another day or two, and it’s not like you can constantly smell it-”

You whirl on him so fast that his words fall to a stop instantly, lips still slightly parted, eyes going wide.

“You wouldn’t understand.” You snarl out, and before you can stop yourself, “You’re just a beta.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, you regret them.

Everyone at the table has gone completely silent, utterly and impossibly still.

“(Y/N)-” Hyunjin gasps out in shock, his voice airy, as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing.

“Fuck.” You say, Jisung still staring at you with impossibly wide eyes, as you trip over your words in an effort to get them out faster. “Jisung, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“No.”

Your words die in your throat, as Jisung pushes back his chair and slams his textbook shut, no longer looking at you.

You can see the hurt and betrayal on his open features from across the table.

“You’ve made yourself loud and clear. I get it.”

“Jisung-” You stand up now too, reaching out a hand, but he doesn’t even look at you, the scent of clean laundry growing bitter in the air between the two of you as he shrugs his backpack on without even looking in your direction.

He ignores you completely-ignores your outstretched hand, the desperation in your voice, the wordless apology-and turns on his heel without another word, leaving the library.

“Fuck.” You repeat, harsher this time, frustrated with yourself, slumping back down into your chair, reaching up to shove a hand through your hair.

You glance around at the others at your table, silent, accusatory, and swallow hard.

“I really didn’t mean it like that.”

Hyunjin sighs, long and hard, and then carefully reaches out a hand, covering yours with his own as he gives you a sympathetic glance.

“We know. You were upset, and sometimes, when we’re upset, we say things we don’t mean in the moment.” He hesitates, mulling over his words. “But Jisungie looked pretty hurt by what you said-intentioned or not-so you should probably apologize sooner rather than later.”

You nod, biting your lip. “I know.”

Changbin lets out a long breath between his teeth, harsh and final, and you try to ignore the way his hand, suddenly on top of Seungmin’s, makes the bitter bile rise up again in the back of your throat.

You’ll deal with that later.

“Listen.” When the other alpha speaks, his voice is gruff, harsh, and his tone drags all the repressed tears back to the surface. “You can be as mad at me as you want-I get it-but don’t drag everyone else into it too.”

You suck in a shaky breath, and Hyunjin’s fingers curl around your own in a silent show of support.

You feel small, and weak, and utterly unsure of what to do next.

You stand, not looking at Changbin, keeping your head ducked, and shove your papers into your backpack, hoping no one has noticed the tears now dripping down your cheeks.

“I have to go find Jisung.”

*******

Minho throws open the door to Jisung’s apartment before you finish your first knock, and you can’t say you’re surprised.

Of course he’d already be here. Of course he’d look like he wants to throw you through a wall, murderous rage rolling off of him in waves.

It’s his mate.

And you deserve it. All of it.

You just catch a brief glimpse of Jisung-curled into a ball, eyes red, cheeks swollen-on the couch, before Minho is blocking your view, shouldering the door almost closed, his eyes flashing violently, dark and dangerous.

“What did you do?”

You’ve never heard Minho sound so scary before-voice eerily calm, quiet, level-and a shiver runs down your spine, the scent of amber, heightened and so spicy it makes your eyes water, clogging the air.

“I-” You start to say, and Minho looks like he wants to rip your throat out merely at the sound of your voice in the tense silence.

“After everything I told you. After everything he’s been through-” Minho takes a menacing step toward you, and you back up on reflex, your back hitting the wall on the opposite side of the hall.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“You, of all people, I thought you’d get it. I thought you’d understand.” Minho rips into you without mercy, not even pausing for breath, still taking measured, threatening steps toward you, his eyes flashing with anger.

The burning, lingering amber filling your throat makes you want to cough.

“Everyone sang your praises, especially your little boyfriends, especially Jisung-” Minho’s eyes darken, and his lips pull back into a snarl, teeth flashing, sharp canines on display. “-oh, she’s so amazing, so inclusive, doesn’t even see subgender, would never take advantage, even though she’s an alpha-”

He’s never looked more wolf-like, more like a predator, than at this moment. And you’re frightened.

You hold up your hands, palms out, as if that will stop the angry, stalking wolf coming on his warpath right for you, and try again, even though it’s futile.

“Minho, I swear, I didn’t mean to-”

“I should’ve never trusted you with him.” Minho growls out, his words like hot, pointed daggers to your heart. “He’s fragile, and I knew a group of bumbling, idiotic assholes like the members of your pack-” He spits out the word, as if it’s bitter, disgusting, on his tongue. “-could never be counted on to protect him. Not from everyone else, and definitely not from themselves.”

Something angry and white hot stirs in the pit of your stomach at his words, and suddenly you’re straightening, meeting his gaze eye to eye, your own teeth bared.

“My pack had nothing to do with this. This is on me, and me alone and if you’d just let me apologize-”

Minho lunges toward you, snapping his teeth inches from your throat, and it takes everything inside of you not to flinch.

Your wolf growls-a low warning-and immediately focuses in on the other alpha, crouched and ready for a fight.

“Why would I let you apologize? Why would I ever let you see him ever again after what you did?”

“Because.” You reply simply, an eerie calm descending over you as you stare him down, teeth nearly at your throat. “Jisung cares about us. And you care about Jisung. And keeping him away from his pack-” Minho’s eyes darken dangerously at the word, but you continue on doggedly. “-is going to be worse for him than anything I might do or say in my apology.”

“You’re not our pack.” Minho seethes between clenched teeth, but he takes a step back, and his teeth are no longer grazing the skin of your throat.

You try not to let him hear your sigh of relief.

“Really?” You arch a brow, and you know you’re poking the bear at this point, but Minho’s words have caused a bitter taste in your mouth, and you’re tired, and you really just want to see Jisung. “Do you want me to break the news to Jisung then?”

Something dangerous flashes across Minho’s expression at your bold words, and you think he’s going to lunge across the distance between you again, and maybe this time actually crush your windpipe, but a voice from behind the two of you freezes you both in your tracks.

“Hyung. Don’t.”

Jisung is standing in the cracked doorway, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, his dark, wide eyes flicking between you and Minho-back and forth and back again-his cheeks tearstained, skin swollen from crying.

You immediately feel your heart drop into your shoes.

“Jisung.” You say, stepping around Minho, who surprisingly, doesn’t make a move to stop you. “I am so sorry-”

He doesn’t meet your gaze, scuffing his toe along the jam of the door, fingers clenching the blanket tighter around his frame.

“Let me ask you something.”

Jisung’s firm tone has you trailing your words, staring at him in silent shock, as he finally raises his head and meets your gaze, lips trembling slightly, but expression strong.

You resist the urge to take another step toward him and pull him into your arms.

“Anything.”

“Did you mean it?”

“No, god, no.” You stumble over your own words in your haste to get them out, and Jisung finally drops his eyes from your own.

“Okay good.”

It doesn’t feel like forgiveness, but it has the finality of it, because Jisung’s shoulders relax slightly as the words leave his lips, and Minho’s gaze, while still boring holes into your back, feels a little less like a ten on the homicide scale and more like an eight point five.

“I really am sorry.” You manage to get out, and Jisung lifts his head to look at you once more, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips now, rounding out the fullness of his cheeks.

It’s not enough, but you’ll take it.

“I know. Thank you for apologizing. Sorry Changbin-hyung dragged you into his shit.” Jisung shoots a sharp glance over your shoulder to Minho now, his brow arching. “And sorry hyung almost ripped your throat out with his teeth. He’s just protective.”

Minho scoffs, the sound more like a low growl in the back of his throat, and you swallow nervously.

“It’s okay. I get it. I would do the same thing for you, Sungie.”

“I’m not apologizing.” Minho huffs out, crossing the hall to once more stand beside Jisung in the open doorway, his dark glare still on you, his hand coming down to rest protectively on the beta’s blanket clad shoulder.

“Nobody asked you to.” You quip back before you can stop yourself, earning yourself a deeper glower.

“Good.” Minho snaps in response, because let’s face it, neither of you are very good at apologies.

Jisung sighs and rolls his eyes, shoving Minho further into the apartment, breaking the tension of your current glaring contest.

“Put your hackles down, hyung. Everything’s fine. She apologized. We’re good.”

Minho chuffs another low growl of annoyance in the back of his throat and you roll your eyes in response.

Jisung sighs again, longer suffering this time, and looks sufficiently put out as he regards the two of you with something akin to blatant exasperation on his features.

“God. Alphas.”

******

“Why are you pouting?” Changbin’s exasperated tone can be heard over the sound of the door opening, then clicking shut once again, and your wolf perks its ears at the footfall of his steps coming toward the bed, muted by the thick, old, drab carpet that adorns every dorm.

You don’t raise your head, instead, burying your face deeper into the soft recesses of your pillow, only proving his point, even as you retort back, voice petulant and muffled, “I’m not pouting.”

Your bed dips beneath his weight, and you fight the urge to look up at him, the smell of smoke starting to creep into the edges of your nostrils now with his presence.

“Sure looks like it.”

You scoff, and resist the impulse to shove him off the narrow twin bed.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You know he’s taunting you on purpose, goading you to get you to respond, but you’re nothing if not weak, because even though you’re aware of what he’s doing, you rise to the bait anyway, turning your head slightly to glare at him from the confines of your pillow, glowering up at him through the mess of your hair.

“Get out of my room.”

“No.” Changbin replies simply, folding his arms over his chest as he holds your gaze-steady, unbothered. “Not until we talk this out like adults.”

You groan and bury your face back into the safety of the pillow once more.

“God, I really hate how mature Seungmin’s made you.”

You hear him huff a humorless laugh, and then he tugs at the pillow, trying to pull it from your grasp, but you resist.

He sighs.

“C’mon, (Y/N). Look at me.”

“No.” You shake your head, because staring into the dark, warm comfort of the pillow is far better than having to face your boyfriend, and the serious talk that lies ahead.

“Seriously?” You can hear Changbin rolling his eyes now, and his voice takes on a hint of annoyance. “Is this about Sungie?”

“No.” You repeat again stubbornly. “I apologized. We’re good.” A beat of silence, and then you mutter out, “Minho still wants to kill me, I’m like ninety nine percent sure, but I’ll win him over eventually with a few well placed americanos.”

“So it’s still about Chan then.”

“Oh my god.” You blurt out, irritated now, as you flop over on your back to face him, and he looks caught off guard by the sudden movement, by the annoyed scowl on your face. “You’re so stupid sometimes it’s obnoxious!”

His jaw drops, and something akin to flustered annoyance colors his features at your blunt words.

“Okay, rude, now wait just a minute-”

“No!” You sit up, pointing sternly at him, the tip of your finger brushing his breastbone, your gaze fierce. “Listen, you idiot, this isn’t about Chan, or Christopher, or whatever his stupid producer name is, okay? It’s. Never. Been. About. Him.”

“CB97.” Changbin mutters beneath his breath sullenly, but you bulldoze right over him.

“It’s not about him.” You repeat heatedly, eyes flashing, and Changbin swallows-Adam's apple bobbing-as the air grows chilly, harsh, with the scent of crisp frost.

“It’s not.” You insist once more, and your voice drops, somewhere softer, somewhere more hurt rather than angry. “It’s about the fact that you used me as a distraction, so you that could spend time with Seungmin-away from me.”

Understanding dawns in the dark caramel of Changbin’s eyes now, and his expression grows serious.

“I-” He seems to consider his words beneath the weight of your stare, and he swallows again, looking apologetic now. “-didn’t consider that you’d take it that way. That wasn’t ever my intention.”

“I know.” You sigh, feeling the anger bleed away now, the tiredness set in. “But it hurt regardless.”

“I’m sorry.” Changbin offers flatly, his expression grim, lips pulled into a thin line, and you offer him your hand, palm up, a sort of silent peace offering.

He takes it, lacing his fingers in your own.

“I know.” You repeat again, just for good measure, and give him the hint of a smile. “Sorry for calling you stupid.”

Changbin’s mouth twists into the start of a humorless smirk, and he lets out a self-deprecating sort of chuckle.

“No. You were right. I deserved that.”

He sighs and squeezes your fingers.

“Sorry for trying to set you up with Chan-hyung.” Changbin huffs another little laugh at himself, and rolls his eyes. “If we’re being honest, I just think he’s a really cool, nice guy, and I honestly thought the two of you would get along. That’s all.”

You smirk knowingly. “Seo Changbin. Do you have a crush on him?”

Changbin goes bright red and stutters over his next words.

“What? No! That’s stupid-”

“Okay okay.” You laugh and decide he’s had enough mercilessly teasing to make up for his mistake. “Just wondering.” You arch a brow and decide one more low shot won’t kill him. “He is pretty hot. But CB97? Really?”

Changbin sulks. “It’s a cool name.”

You consider him for a moment, and something creeps to the front of your mind.

“Wait. Wait.”

Changbin suddenly looks like he wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

A wicked grin spreads across your lips as you regard him, fidgeting nervously beneath your suddenly smug gaze.

“Do you have a producer name?”

Changbin mutters something under his breath, and you lean toward him, into his space, eyes pinning him down.

“What was that, baby boy? I didn’t quite hear you.” The tips of his ears are so red now that they look like they would glow in the dark.

“SpearB.”

“Oh my god.”

Changbin glances at you, brow furrowed into a glare, and you reach out to tap beneath his chin with your finger, grinning now.

“That’s so cute! You and your buddies in the music department have nicknames for each other?”

You’re cackling now, and Changbin snaps at your finger with his teeth, sharp canines flashing, as you narrowly dodge the annoyed attack.

“God, that’s so adorably gay!”

“They’re the pen names we use on our tracks! It’s a requirement if you want to be taken seriously by recording studios, every great music producer and composer has one!”

“Sure. Okay. Whatever you say, SpearB.”

“I take back my apology.” “Nuh uh. No take backs. Now. Or ever.”

Changbin groans and falls back onto your bed, all flushed skin and exasperated annoyance, and you flop down on top of him with a shit eating grin, poking at his red cheeks with persistent fingers.

“I’m seriously gonna let Minho kill you. I’ll just watch as he chops your body into tiny little pieces in his bathtub and flushes all the evidence down the dorm toilets. And then when the cops ask me if I know anything, I’ll deny everything.”

“Psh. You think Minho’s gonna dirty his hands like that? No way. He’s too much of a neat freak for something that messy. If anything, he’ll just pay someone to hit me with their car, and watch it all from a nice cozy corner of his favorite coffee shop, iced americano in hand.”

“Touche.” A brief moment of thoughtful silence, then, “God, he’s scary.”

You scoff.

“You’re telling me.” You pause, considering. “But on the same hand, for whatever reason, he’s somehow scary in a way that makes me instantly and immediately want to beg him to fuck me stupid, you know?”

“Completely understandable.”

You nod, and he offers you his hand, which you shake with an attitude of faux, serious agreement.

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

*******

“Thanks for meeting me here.”

Chan slides into the chair across the table from you, and you immediately bury your nose in your coffee as the smell of petrichor invades all your senses.

Damn him.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to come, but somehow, Changbin convinced me.”

He looks appropriately apologetic as he unwinds the scarf from around his neck and shrugs off his light jacket, and you almost feel a little bad for the cold tone of your voice, almost.

“Yeah, we kind of got off on the wrong foot, huh?” He rubs at the back of his neck in a sort of awkward gesture, and your gaze is unwittingly drawn to the forest green nail polish adorning his nails.

Damn him.

You huff out a sigh and motion to the half drunk coffee in front of you, then to the empty space before him.

“Do you want anything?”

“Ah.” Chan suddenly seems to remember that you’re sitting in a coffee shop, and he shakes his head with the start of a rueful smile. “I’m fine, thank you.”

You arch a brow and stare him down as you take another long sip of your own americano.

“What, don’t tell me you’re one of those fanatics who doesn’t believe in coffee or caffeine.”

Chan laughs, relaxing slightly now, and you bite back the hint of a smile that threatens to curve your own lips.

“Ah, no, that’s not it.”

There it is again, the slight drawl of self amusement in his tone, the rubbing of his palm across his neck, beneath the curtain of his curls, the flash of green on his fingers.

He shrugs, a casual gesture, and offers you a real smile now, dimples flashing.

“I don’t drink coffee. Nothing against it, I just don’t like it.”

Funny, I don’t like you, you think sourly, and have to repress the smug smile that threatens at the bitter, fleeting thought.

“Hmm.” You hum, somewhat patronizing, under your breath in response instead, taking another longer than necessary sip of your own coffee. “How original of you.”

Chan sighs now, placing his hands palm down on the table, long fingers splayed, and meets your gaze once more.

“Look. I get the feeling you don’t particularly like me. And I’m sorry if it was anything I did or said that caused that reaction. Consider this my official apology.”

His words, and the sincerity behind them, catch you off guard, and you stare at him for several long moments, until he’s shifting uncomfortably beneath your blank gaze, clearing his throat.

“Okay, so I’ll take that as a confirmation-” “Changbin.” You blurt abruptly, interrupting him, and he stares at you like you’ve grown a second head, confusion written clearly across his face now.

“Changbin-?” He repeats questioningly, as if not sure what you’re getting at.

“Oh. Sorry.” You can’t resist, your voice turning a little biting, as you air quote and say somewhat sarcastically, “‘SpearB’ is what you know him as, right?”

Chan looks caught off guard for the second time in as many minutes, but now there’s a slight flush dusting the tan skin of his cheeks.

“He told you about that?”

You ignore his question, forging forward once more, already on the attack.

“Changbin. SpearB. My shithead boyfriend. He goes by many names. But everyone can agree he’s an absolute dumbass. And I’m sorry he dragged you into all of this.”

It feels weird, apologizing to Chan, and by the shocked look of surprise on his face, he feels the same way.

You take another gulp from your coffee, and try not to meet the gaze of the alpha sitting across from you.

“Anyway-” You clear your throat, reaching for your backpack and lobbing your now empty coffee cup into the nearest trash can. “If that’s all, I need to get going-”

Chan stands up when you do, and it catches you off guard enough that you meet his stare head on without thinking.

The caramel flecks in the depths of his irises has you backpedaling immediately.

“He didn’t drag me into anything.”

You stare at him.

“What?”

Chan blushes, but goes on doggedly, holding your gaze.

“He talks about you all the time. You and Hyunjin and-” He considers for a moment, looking like he’s trying to remember and failing, and then keeps going regardless. “-the others-and I asked him to show me pictures one day. Of all of you. Just purely out of curiosity.”

He rubs at the back of his neck once more, and you see where Changbin picked up the habit.

The corners of his lips curl up into the start of a self-deprecating, somewhat embarrassed smile, and he huffs out a sort of harsh sounding laugh-exhale through his nose when he looks at you once more.

“I saw your picture and I just knew I had to meet you.”

You stare at him, open mouthed, and before you can stop yourself, bark out a shocked sound that middles between a laugh and a snorted scoff.

“Bullshit.”

“No really.” Chan grins ruefully now. “It sounds stupid, but it’s true. I asked Changbin to introduce us, but uh-” He heaves a sigh and a shrug. “-seems like I left a bad first impression.”

You arch a brow. “You think?”

Chan chuckles. “Sorry.” He holds out a hand, as sort of a peace making gesture, palm outstretched. “Maybe we can try again?”

You study him for a moment, and then press your palm into his own, lightly, only for the briefest of seconds.

You force yourself not to look at the green adorning his fingertips as they curl around your own.

“Maybe.” You offer noncommittally, pulling back from him just as quickly as you’d approached, slinging on your backpack and already heading toward the door. “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I’m asking.” Chan calls out after you, and you can hear the grin in his voice, even beneath the strong twang of his stupid accent.

You wave without looking back.

“See ya around, CB97.” You bite back a smile as you push open the door of the coffee shop. “And tell your buddy SpearB that he doesn’t have to sleep at the studio anymore.”

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hi april! I just wanted to pop in and let you know that what you’re doing is something special: running all these resources and just communicating and offering help to other trauma survivors is just incredible really and I just hope you’re having a lovely day wherever you are. I reached out to your blog last year and have made sure to stay up to date on any posts or advice you share and it led me to realize I actually would like to pursue a career in psychology. I just started classes and while I’m excited to be here, I realize I’m having difficulty focusing and paying attention despite wanting to do the work. would you have any tips or other sources that might be helpful for me right now? I plan to remove most social media since it seems to be a big contributing factor in my lack of focus, but what else could work? thank you!

Hi anon!

I really struggled with staying focused in school as a result of my ADHD.

Some things that helped me were:

Finding study buddies. Finding people to do work with and study with was super motivating and helpful! Even if it was an online friend and we did our work at the same time so we felt together.

Making my study space welcoming and nice. I put pretty decor on it and made it feel mine. I put little treats in the top drawer so that I could have them as I studied. I put scented candles in I could light and just overall made it a nice aesthetic. Some people find gentle music helps them focus. (Not me personally, but I’ve heard from some people it really does!)

I’d also buy myself some stickers I loved and as I finished things, I’d get to “place” my sticker either on my notebook, binder or even laptop.

Found a routine. I don’t just mean a daily routine but a study routine. I’d make myself a nice warm cup of tea as I was about to settle in and it was the sort of thing that made homework seem relaxing and nice.

Keep track of my progress. I created an excel spreadsheet where I input all my assignments, readings, etc. and I’d mark the percentage I’d completed. I set it to be colour coded so that I felt motivated to make it get to 100% and go green.

Here’s an example.

This isn’t my own, but one I made for a friend when she saw my idea and really liked it. She also found it motivating. This was the end of semester so things were mostly 0% or 100% at this point. During the semester, she’d do things like mark 1% for completing a title page even because it felt super motivating and made it feel like progress. And then also increasing the progress percentage with each step/page/etc in an assignment. (Like if she wrote 4 pages of a 5 page essay, she might label it as 75% to keep in mind that she had one more page but also a final edit to do.) Seeing it climb really helped as she updated it along the way. She also really loved the “stars” I added every time it hit 100% in progress on something. A basic one might just have the assignment, due date and progress.

I found visually seeing my progress made me want to keep making it.

Set a timer. I recommend this for cleaning stuff but telling myself I’m only going to do work for ten minutes makes it easier to start and sometimes once I’m going, I end up on a roll and don’t want to stop.

Colour code notes. I loved getting to use different coloured pens or highlighters when I took notes. It made me more excited about it.

I’m super drained today, so I don’t have much else to add but I kind of want to write a post on this soon and compile more ideas. If anyone has sources they can add to this ask, please do!

#tw grade mention #grades #school #tw school

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markipliers-madhouse · 6 months

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Hello? Hello Hello?

...Well, this place has been dead for a little bit, hasn't it?

Mentioned a little bit before on that collab piece I did, but figured I'd be better to do a full post bout it here!

So, this AU...has been laying dormant for quite some time, and there's not really any excuses for that. I've just been a little busy with school and life in general, but mainly...haven't had much motivation to do it in all honesty, and their's two main factors to that unmotivation.

1. I kinda realized I'd be needing to write a lot for this story, and though I love writing in general...the scope of this would be like writing a few novels if I continued on, and I just wouldn't have the time or sanity to do that, but more on that later for a solution...

And 2. ...I kinda fell out of FNaF for a moment. Well- Not entirely, I'll always love this series, but I guess it was mainly...the state of the fandom after one certain game...Security Breach. After that game came out, it kinda broke the fandom in half. One half being those who hate the game and left the franchise entirely, now seeing it as nothing but for kids and not taken seriously, and the other...well, actually kids. Y'know the ones. You know.

So that kinda left me kinda unsure for my AU, since I thought if I put stuff out now...it wouldn't really be that appreciated. From the start it was meant to harken back to the original classics of FNaF, but with the fandom mostly filled with newcomers for just this one game, and the original fans gone and unhopeful for the franchise, I just kinda...left this place dorment till I felt motivated again.

...And then the Ruin DLC happened, which gave me a spark of motivation. Seemed this franchise was starting to to head to a better place, getting some old fans back, so that's nice. Got me thinking more bout this AU again...

And then the movie happened, and now i've been slapped in the face with motivation.

SO- Guess that's my excuse for why things have been so empty, but now...I AM READY TO OFFICIALLY SAY IT IS STARTING BACK UP! And not just that...but starting fresh! ...Which, isn't saying much, since I only wrote two chapters for it...y e a h - But there's a reason I'm starting fresh, not just for improved art or retconing some of the mistakes of what I did give out, but mainly because...

I'm turning the AU into a comic!!

That's right! Gonna be drawing the whole thing start to finish! Figured this would be better to me since it's quicker then writing it all, and get to show and improve more of my art, so works out! (You can already kinda see some of that with the new pfp and header) Maybe might get some help in the future, maybe might dable in some animation, maybe a lot of things, but guess we'll just hafta see where it goes from here!

What does that mean for the previous content though? All...f o u r of it? Well, that stuff is gonna be non-canon from here on out! It'll be easier this way since those stuff have either some continuity errors that'll effect the story in the long wrong, or just simply I've changed my mind on some things and it'll be a bit more different! I'm still leaving them up, however! Just cause I think it'll be fun to see how far I've come, and ey some art pieces there weren't bad! ...Too bad...okay like one or two were d e c e n t

TLDR of it tho is this: AU's getting a reboot, gonna be made into a comic now, previous stuff is non-canon, and this page should be a bit more active now!

But yeah! Big things are coming, and I am excited to start up this AU again! I have so many plans for this story that I'm just hoping you guys will love, wanna do justice to both sides of the story! So keep an eye on this blog, might take a little longer, but hoping to get things officially and finally started soon!

And to prove some of that, before I go...you guys deserve a a bit of a sneak peak of what's to come, so...hope you enjoy these redesigns >:]

EDIT: THE SERIES HAS OFFICIALLY BEGUN- READ EM HERE- AH-

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11, 16, 63, 64, aaaaand 75 for R&R!

~🐹💖

Rodent anon you have made me so happy asking about so many!

11. Link your three favorite (horny) fics

With the caveat that some of my absolute favorites are not currently posted anywhere I can publicly link them:

-The Aristocrats by Quibbathor. (Link is NSFW) Legend/Wars, one of the stories that made me realize how much I enjoy Legend as a sub. -The Bet by itsnotasecrettoeverybody. (Link is NSFW) Legend/Wars again, one of the other stories that made me realize how much I enjoy Legend as a sub. Also a favorite from this author: An Enjoyable Experience, Four/Shadow. -For something newer, I’m really quite enjoying the farm sim au by green_lake!

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

(Nervous laughter) Aside from the 11-page ideas document that lives in a folder with over a dozen half-written scenes just for future R&R stuff? I am actively working on the next R&R installment, plus two more kinktuary fills (I still need to post the first one actually, thanks for the reminder!) and another three or four unrelated things that may never see the light of day because either they are kinky enough that I’m embarrassed about them or I got stuck.

This is from some early plans to bring the hover boots back:

Link came home to find Ravio wobbling around in the hover boots. “Bun! You’re home early!” “Zelda had an emergency.” Of the political variety, unfortunately. Nothing Link could solve by stabbing. “What are you doing?” Aside from making Link nervous that his husband was about to lose his balance and break something in a spectacular fall. Link grabbed a flailing hand to steady him. “I was going through my things and found these again. They’re supposed to have practical applications. Imagine coming to a gap in a dungeon floor and being able to simply go over!” Link took a step backward to better see the boots, looking down at them in sudden interest. Ravio’s feet slid across the floor. He yelped, clutching tight to Link’s hands. Grinning, Link took another step back. And another, towing Ravio after him. “What were you going to do, step off the hill out front?” “Well, yes. But I might be changing my mind. I think I like these better when you’re the one wearing them.” “Maybe you just need practice,” Link teased, heading the direction of the door and taking a reluctant Ravio with him. “No, Bun! Where are you taking me? Ohhhhh!” He wobbled again, hands tight in Link’s own just to stay upright. “Come on, let’s test them.” “Bunnybut! Link! Don’t you dare!” Laughing, Link pulled him in for a little kiss.

63. Something you hate to see in smut

I’m going to choose not to answer this one because I don’t want to risk saying something that makes anyone feel bad about their kinks or their writing. Feel free to request another!

64. Something you love to see in smut

I enjoy story dynamics that challenge stereotypes! Especially around the status quo for certain characters, character types, gender dynamics, and fanfiction tropes (i.e. non-traditional omegaverse dynamics).

That said, mouthy little guys all trussed up and getting dommed to hell and back is a near-constant favorite. And I don’t write it much, but tentacle dub/non-con is always delicious.

75. What scene in (R&R) took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?

Any time Link and Ravio argue or have a serious conversation, it’s challenging. Much easier to just let the kinky scenarios flow! The explosive argument Link and Ravio have in making up was exceptionally difficult because on top of it being an argument, it was an argument where Link was overtly in the wrong. I hope it was understandable why he reacted the way he did, but he was still wrong, and that made it very hard to write.

#rupees&rods #asks

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Hi, I wanted to say that i really love your page and the content you post there, it's very comforting. I don't know where to start, but I recently I have been doing some sort of introspection of myself since I have been thinking about my future d I have realised that I seem to care a bit much about other people's feelings and expectations about me, as if I don't have a personality that represents me ?? Sometimes I worried it might cause me some problems. Like for example people see me as someone who is "serious", " a hard-working student", "quiet", "perfect", these traits are negative but it feels like I "trapped" in these labels ? And also I think it might be because I feel frustrated with school/college academically wise so there is that (I like studying but I feel I let grades define my worth, so it's not really healthy. It's something I have been dealing with a lot)

And I also feel frustrated and anxious in general because I actually don't know what to do, I just want to have a peaceful and quiet life, financial stability and being private about personal stuff, which are things that I can't seem to find. I just want to mind my business and keep my internal peace but it's almost impossible 🥲

Everyday feels a burden to me, living is exhausting sometimes, I keep worrying about serious stuff and I think it reflects on my behaviour/ social interactions 🙃

If it’s possible for you right now maybe talking this things through in therapy can help you figure yourself out. By what you’ve mentioned, you’re probably still in your early twenties and you probably still have a lot to learn about yourself, and that will happen as you grow older, but don’t put too much pressure to have it all known now, to have it all together. It’s okay to look for different jobs until you find one career you like, that provides you more stability. I’ve been talking to a few people about stuff like this and I feel like everyone thought they’d be in a different place in there late 20s/early 30s and it kind of feels like everyone is just winging it. I think when we were younger we thought adults had a lot more freedom and they were very mature and wise, and I realize they probably were just winging too.

Your goals are worth it, and it’s okay to want just want a peaceful life especially cause the world seems to be anything but right now… and it’s really hard not to crave stability when you know it’s been hard to achieve. Those things are worth trying and it’s okay if it takes time to figure out what to do. It gets a little better as you grow and you start caring less about people’s expectations because you learn what makes you happy and that most of the time people’s ideas on what should make you happy aren’t necessarily a fact. If no one lives with your choices but you, then you should get to choose (based on your experiences, and it’s okay to try out a ton of different things). You kinda start to realize that people pleasing usually means you sacrifice a lot of yourself and it gets easier to choose yourself.

A few years ago I felt like I had no personality and like I needed to please people or else something terrible would happen, but the only terrible thing happening was that I was miserable. People pleasing is still something I struggle with, but in a lot of ways I figured out who I was outside of the people I knew and their expectations, and I started to figure out where I wanted to go from there.

The tldr here is that you still have time to figure out and to go little by little until you find what makes you comfortable. Don’t pressure yourself too much to have life mapped out, and don’t let those pressures come from other people either, if it’s possible. They don’t get to tell you the best way to be an adult, because no one has it all figured out. I really hope things get better and that you find the stability you want.

#answered

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4th day "Partner" (scene 3)

"―――All right. I'll take that offer, Tohsaka. Honestly, it will really help me out if you do so."

…There's no choice from the start.

There are too many things I don't know, and I'm unskilled as a magus.

Even if it's temporary, if Tohsaka is going to give me a hand, I don't think there's any better option.

"Then it's decided. Let's shake hands. For now, let's stay allies until we beat Berserker."

"Oh… I see. That's how it'll be, huh? I guess it can't be helped, but that's easier to understand."

I shake her hand.

…I'm a bit perplexed.

The instant I feel Tohsaka's soft hand, I realize she is a girl.

In comparison, my hand covered in scratches from messing around with stuff is ill-suited.

"―――"

The instant I think so, I pull back, embarrassed.

"What? You don't want to cooperate with me after all?"

"―――No, it's not that. It's a real help to be able to ally with you. It's not that, so don't worry about it."

After making a puzzled face,

"Ohhhhh."

She makes a malicious expression.

"W-What? I'll take back the agreement if you say something stupid. I will. I really will!"

"Was that the first time you've held a girl's hand?

You seem to have lots of friends, but you're actually shy, Shirou."

"N-No! It's not that, but…"

I'm just embarrassed because it was Tohsaka… but I can never say such a thing, and certainly I have never touched a girl so strongly before.

"Ahaha, you really do show you feelings on your face like I've heard. Well, I won't ask you about it for now. It'll be a problem if I poke fun at you and you get sulky."

…Well, Fuji-Nee is an exception.

She's more like someone from a different planet than from a different sex.

"―――Hey, hold on."

Wasn't there something weird in what she just said…?

"Then here's a deposit. I'll give you this, so think of it as proof of our alliance."

Tohsaka puts a book on the table.

It looks just like a diary.

There's no title and it is wine-red.

…The color seems to suit Tohsaka.

"It's my father's, but I'll give it to you since I don't need it anymore. It's not something a full Master needs, but I thought you might need it."

Tohsaka's eyes tell me to take a look.

"…Then excuse me."

I open it to a random page.

―――Then.

There's nothing written in the book, but a strange image pops into my head.

"…!?? Tohsaka, what is this?"

"It's the status of each of the Servants. You already know the Holy Grail War has its set of rules, right? It's the same for the Servants."

"First of all, only seven heroic spirits are summoned.

Those seven can be summoned only after they become one of the predetermined classes that the Holy Grail has prepared in advance. Instead of bringing the actual heroic spirit, it made a class similar to the spirit and called it into that."

"Spiritual spells which call forth spirits put the spirit in the caster's body, right? It's like that.

To call forth a spirit from a different timeframe, it's easier to prepare a case for them in advance."

"Class… oh, that's why Saber is Saber!"

"That's right. I told you, heroic spirits need to hide their identity, right? That's why they will never say their real names. Naturally, their summoned class becomes their name."

"So, the seven classes prepared are:

Saber,

Lancer,

Archer,

Rider,

Caster,

Assassin,

Berserker."

"Rank of the heroic spirits… you mean how strong they were when they were alive?"

"There is a change in one or two of the classes every Holy Grail War, but we have a basic lineup this time. The standard opinion is that Saber is the best Servant.

Each class has their own special characteristics, but the abilities of the Servants differ according to the rank of the heroic spirit summoned."

"That also, but what strengthens their ability is their popularity.

What they did and what weapons they had do not change, but their basic abilities change depending on how famous they are in this time.

Heroic spirits are like gods, so they grow stronger the more people worship them."

"I guess you can say it solidifies their presence. It's the same as divine spirits falling to the rank of spirits when they lose their faith. Heroes that are forgotten by the people do not have much power.

But then, even if they are forgotten or unknown, if he was originally a powerful hero, then I think he can keep his powers to some extent."

"…Then if it's a hero everyone knows, and if their story was extraordinary―――"

"They would undoubtedly be a Rank A Servant.

Berserker might be the strongest in that regard too.

After all, he is the most famous hero in Greek mythology.

The heroes from the age of gods have special Noble Phantasms just because of that, and if the hero itself is strong to add to that, there's nothing much we can do."

"…Tohsaka. Um, what is this 'Noble Phantasm'?"

"It's the symbol that the Servant used in their life. Heroes and their holy swords or demonic swords come as a set, right? So in other words, their weapons."

"…? Weapons… you mean like Saber's invisible sword?"

"Hmm… so in short, a powerful magical item?"

"Yeah. I don't know what history it has, but it certainly is her Noble Phantasm.

I don't think I even need to say, but heroes cannot stay in a legend with just their names.

They each have a weapon that became their trademark.

That is the most powerful weapon, called a Noble Phantasm, the crystallization of people's desire for a miracle."

"Right. To be blunt, heroes themselves cannot match powerful spells or divine mysteries.

But it's a different story when the Noble Phantasms come in.

Heroes wielding Noble Phantasms can even defeat spirits of several ranks higher.

It's because most holy and demonic swords appearing in legends are close to the level of sorcery."

"…So, Servants that are heroic spirits have at least one Noble Phantasm?"

"Swords that kill dragons which are the most powerful fantasia race, shoes that run far and wide, and even god-killing demonic swords.

…Anyways, the weapons heroes have are so extraordinary, it makes you wonder how they cannot be all-mighty.

I'm not overstating saying that the battle between Servants is concentrated in the battle between the Noble Phantasms."

"However, Noble Phantasms are miracles that need to be activated by stating their true name, so it's not something they can use easily."

"Yes. As a general rule, one hero can only hold one Noble Phantasm.

Usually something like a sword or a spear. There's this weapon called the mountain-destroying sword in China, right? You can only swing it once, but it's a magical sword so one swing will even destroy a mountain and such. I think it's kind of like that."

"…? It's activated just by saying the weapon's name, right? Why would that mean it can't be used easily?"

"Hey now, if you know the name of the weapon, you can also tell which hero the Servant is.

A hero and his weapon come as a set, so once you know the name of the weapon, you naturally know the name of the owner. If that happens, you know every strength and weakness of that Servant."

"I see. Certainly, that's true."

Saber did work out Lancer's identity after he used his Noble Phantasm.

Something like being Ireland's child of light…

"―――Hm."

So, if I summarize this…

Servants are separated into classes, each of them a heroic spirit suited to their class.

These heroic spirits hide their identity.

And their weapons are their greatest trump card, but they cannot readily use them since they reveal their identity.

"That concludes the lecture on Servants.

You should learn the details if you read that book, so take a look at it when you have time. If you get used to it, you should be able to identify the Servant from intuition without the book."

Saying that, Tohsaka stands up.

"Well then, I'm heading home."

"Huh? Yeah, thanks."

I look up at Tohsaka, who's about to leave.

Clearly stating our position, Tohsaka goes home.

"Don't take this the wrong way. Even though we're cooperating right now, in our position, we will eventually have to fight. Once all the other Masters are dead, or even if they are alive, this fact will not change.

So―――it'll be easier if you don't think of me as human, Emiya-kun."

Is it because Tohsaka went home and my tension disappeared?

My body feels dull, so I lay down in the living room.

"―――"

I stave off the returning nausea by lying on my side.

The clock ticks in the silent living room.

"…A fight between Masters, huh?"

I still don't understand what it is.

The only thing I'm sure of is that it's beyond me.

It would feel more real if I had more interest in the Holy Grail―――

"Why, I wonder? All I feel toward the Holy Grail is disgust."

A grail said to make wishes come true.

I don't know what kind of a thing it is, but it's an artifact that can even summon these things called Servants.

It might not go as far as granting any wish, but it should have more than enough value for any magus to want it.

But still―――I'm not interested in it.

It's true that I'm dubious about its reality, but accepting that easy way to reach a goal feels like cheating myself.

"And the worst aspect of this thing is that the selection method is a battle."

…But this is a fight for a single chair.

No matter what your expectations are, as long as you enter it, you can't survive unless you defeat your enemies.

And depending on your methods, defeating other Masters might result in harm to innocent people.

That's why…

―――Rejoice, Emiya Shirou.

My reason for fighting is not to win the Holy Grail War.

―――Your wish will finally come true.

It is to stop those that would try to win it by any means possible.

"―――――!"

I feel dizzy again.

It's only natural.

Even if it appears to be back to normal, my body was almost split in half a few hours ago.

There's no way this sickness will go away quickly. It seems more likely that it'll continue for the rest of my life.

Because I was almost killed three times in a day.

If someone weak joins a battle, it's natural for him to get hurt.

As compensation for my lack of strength, I almost lost my body…

And she was wounded protecting me.

"―――!"

I get up.

"Oh yeah, her…!"

What am I doing?

I totally forgot about her because Tohsaka was here.

No, I unconsciously avoided thinking about her.

―――Coward.

I have been avoiding recalling the girl who was wounded because of me.

The one that was bleeding miserably because of me.

"Tohsaka didn't say the most important thing…!"

I pull my resting body together and stand up.

Tohsaka didn't say anything about Saber.

She said she and Saber brought me here, but she said nothing more.

The fact I need to know most: if she, the one wounded by Berserker, is all right or not.

"Guh―――――"

I look through the house, bearing the dizziness.

I look around where someone could be, all the guest rooms, but I cannot find Saber.

"That's weird… she's in that outfit, so you'd think it'd be easy to find her."

There's no sign of the brave armor-clad Saber anywhere around the house.

Tohsaka said Servants can become spirits, but I can't do that.

No, first of all―――

"They say I'm a Master, but just how am I a Master?"

I don't understand who she is nor how she exists.

This is like a new soldier being given a tank.

"That's right. Even if you give a guy that has only used old guns a brand new weapon, he won't know how to use it."

I complain.

Well, the lucky thing is, this tank has an auto-pilot function. Even if the driver is terrible, the tank will fight on its own.

"―――"

Angry at my thoughts, I hit my head against the wall.

"…How rotten of me, idiot. That was such an impolite complaint."

I apologize to the blond-haired girl in my head.

Now, I feel like I have to find her and confirm her safety.

"She's not here either―――"

I search throughout the house.

It's a big house, but I didn't play hide-and-seek here with Fuji-Nee as a kid for nothing. I know the efficient way to search this place.

If I haven't found her after searching this much, then―――

"The yard, the shed, or―――"

There are several possibilities, but I don't even consider the possibility that she's not here anymore.

She said she would protect me.

So I don't think she would leave this place.

"―――Maybe."

It suddenly hits me.

Not the house, the yard, nor the shed where we first met.

Come to think of it, there is another large building in this place.

"She must be there."

I hurry.

I head to the dojo, separated from the main building.

"―――"

I'm a bit tense.

If she's not here, I will have to admit that she is gone.

"…?"

That makes me realize.

The inconsistency… even though I know nothing about her, I want her to stay.

She is sitting there naturally.

A wooden-floored room with nothing unnecessary.

A dojo built only to train oneself in.

In this silent place, in the faint sunlight…

"―――――"

A space filled with tranquility.

The sunlight shining in is white, and it makes her and the dojo into one.

I can see nothing amiss in her dignified posture.

Just by sitting there, she stiffens the air in the dojo.

But there's nothing cold about it.

It's because her figure is so pure, it makes me forget even about the cold winter air.

"―――, ―――"

Even the sound of my breath is a nuisance.

The girl, sitting Japanese-style in the corner of the dojo, is definitely the girl from last night.

The girl who appeared just before I was killed by Lancer, and the girl that mercilessly slashed him with her sword.

Her golden hair, that was reflecting the blue moonlight, is now one with the warm sunlight.

"―――――"

That really makes me remember.

This is exactly what I felt when I first saw her.

The girl clad in armor, slashing her sword to silently overwhelm her opponent,

I wasn't surprised by how out-of-world that scene was.

It doesn't matter what she's wearing. It probably wouldn't change even if she was covered in mud.

The girl that moved me deeply is still in front of me.

"―――――"

That is why I forget even to breathe and continue to stare at her.

Forgetting about Masters, the Holy Grail War and everything.

In this instant―――I have completely accepted Saber.

I do not know how long it was.

Saber opens her eyes as if awakening from sleep.

"―――Oh."

My disappointed voice echoes loudly through the dojo.

Saber stands up, perhaps noticing the sound.

"……"

I walk towards her, still not knowing what to say.

"You are awake, Shirou."

A calm voice.

Her voice, echoing through the dojo as if permeating it, is surprisingly suited to this place.

"Y―――Yeah. I just got up."

I answer with a dull head.

"Shirou? You seem pale, are you feeling ill?"

The golden-haired girl approaches me.

"Uh, n-no…! I'm feeling really good…!"

I quickly step back to get away from Saber.

"…?"

Looking away from Saber, who is tilting her head questioningly, I calm down my pounding heart.

"…Calm down. What am I so tense about―――!?"

I take a deep breath.

…But it doesn't seem to die down quickly. In fact, I don't think it ever will.

"…Geez, why has she changed…?"

I complain without meaning to.

Saber's clothes have changed dramatically since yesterday.

She's wearing normal clothes, completely unlike her armor.

It's rather unexpected and I'm troubled by it.

…She is terribly beautiful.

I thought I figured that out yesterday, but it really hits me now.

Perhaps her armor looked so surreal that I didn't notice yesterday.

But if she dresses like a girl, as a healthy guy, I'm troubled.

"Shirou."

I tense up the moment our eyes meet.

But I didn't look for her so as to not talk to her.

I'm troubled, but I can't stay quiet forever.

"It's Saber, right? This will be the first time we sit down and talk, but―――"

I make up my mind and talk to her.

―――And then.

"Shirou. Before that, there is something I would like to tell you about last night."

She interrupts my words with a sullenness that makes her earlier calmness seem like an illusion.

"――? All right, what is it?"

"It is about last night.

You are my Master. It is troubling if you take such an action. Battle is my work, so you must concentrate on your role. If you go and die in vain yourself, there is no way I can protect you."

Saber says so clearly.

―――That makes the tension I was feeling vanish.

"W-What do you mean!? You would have been slashed if I didn't do that!"

"In that case, I would have just died. It was not something you should have been hurt for. I will repeat myself. Please do not take such an action again. There is no need for my Master to protect me, and there is no reason for it either."

Maybe she was surprised at being yelled at, but she pauses for a moment as if I've done something unexpected. And then, she stares at me with indescribable dignity.

She speaks plainly.

It must be because she is speaking so practically.

"Wha―――don't be stupid. You don't need a reason to save a girl…!"

I reply unconsciously.

"Uh…"

I back up a bit being stared at.

Her look makes me realize that I've said something really out-of-place, and it embarrasses me.

"A-Anyway, I'm grateful that you brought me home. I'll thank you for that."

"You are welcome. It is natural for a Servant to protect her Master, but I am happy to be thanked. You are very polite."

"No. I'm not polite."

"Going back to our conversation, Saber. …Oh, I'll ask formally, but can I call you Saber?"

More importantly, there's something I need to clarify right now.

It's something I should have asked right after I got home yesterday.

If she is really my Servant,

And―――if she is really taking part in this war.

"Yes. Since I have formed a contract with you as a Servant, I am your sword. I will follow your orders, defeat your enemies, and protect you."

Saber says so without the slightest hesitation.

There's no room for me to question her about it.

"Become my sword, huh? To win this Holy Grail War?"

"…? Is that not why you have summoned me?"

"No. I summoned you because―――"

I can't say it was by pure accident.

No, first of all, I didn't even summon her.

She just appeared when I was in danger, and saved me with her own decision.

The result is the situation we are in.

I became Saber's Master, and I was dragged into this thing called the Holy Grail War.

Not one bit of it was my intention.

I'm just an amateur magus that was dragged into this battle beyond my abilities―――

"―――! What of it?

…I've already convinced myself that I have to fight. I can't complain now."

I shake my head lightly and stop whining.

―――That's it.

A man has said he will fight.

So I cannot even talk about running away.

This will be the last time I will talk or think about whining.

No matter how the decision came, I have decided to fight.

"Shirou?"

"―――Oh, it's nothing.

But Saber, there's only a small chance of winning if you stay with me. I don't have the powers or the brains of Tohsaka, so tomorrow might end up like today. Are you okay with that?"

"Does that mean that you lack the will to fight?"

"I have the will. I just don't have the chance of victory, so I'm asking you if you're all right serving such a Master.

This is a battle I have decided to take on.

So―――"

"You are my Master, Shirou. This fact will not change. A Servant does not have the freedom to choose its Master."

I think it's wrong for someone to get hurt in my place.

Even though I'm weak, making Saber fight,

And―――

I can't stand letting a scene like that happen again.

"―――――"

That's true.

That's why Saber is my Servant right now.

Then I should try my best not to burden her too much.

"…All right. So you're content I'm your Master?"

"Yes. But Shirou, I will not allow defeat for my Master.

If you have no chance of victory, I will make one for you.

I will use every means possible to have you obtain the Holy Grail. That is why we follow the call of the summoning."

To obtain the Holy Grail, huh?

Tohsaka said Servants also have a wish they want granted.

So Saber must be no exception.

That is why she has no doubts.

But that means…

"…Hold on, Saber.

You said any means possible, right? Does that mean you do not care what measures you take to win the war? For example, attacking people to gain pow―――"

I cannot finish.

Saber is looking at me like I'm an enemy.

"Shirou, that is not a possibility.

I can only do those things I will allow myself to do. I cannot betray my beliefs. It is against the knight's oath to hurt those who are unarmed."

"But I must obey if you order so. In that case, you will have to use one of your Command Spells to compensate for treading inside me."

I am overwhelmed by her angered voice.

"―――――"

But still, I'm happy and relieved.

Her lack of doubt gave her the image of a cold fighting machine, but I know now that she is not a cold-blooded killer.

"Uh… no, I jumped to a hasty conclusion without knowing your intentions. You are not at fault, so please raise your head…"

"―――Yeah, I won't let you do such a thing.

As you say, we have to do our best with what we can do. …I'm really sorry. I insulted you without realizing it."

"Huh? Oh sorry, I apologized without realizing it."

I raise my head.

"―――――"

I don't know what's funny, but Saber has a small smile on her face.

"…?"

Well, I'm glad she's smiling, so I won't ask her about it.

"You mean Rin? …I see, that is certainly an intelligent choice. There will be many things you can learn from her, until you become a suitable Master."

"…Oh, I forgot to tell you.

I said we'll do whatever we can, right? As one measure, I've decided to cooperate with Tohsaka for a while. Remember Archer's Master, who you were with for a while yesterday?"

…Thank God.

If Saber agrees, I can proudly cooperate with Tohsaka.

The only other thing I need to ask her right now is―――

#votestaynight #fate #fate stay/night #fate route

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Court's In Session

Prompt Roulette By Title

Character A's been dreading this day for a long time- the end of a committed relationship that Character A had tried desperately to make work. But what can they say, sometimes divorce is a better solution that couple's counseling. Issue is, Character B isn't content with JUST signing papers and leaving. No, Character B's far more interested in arguing the need for alimony, their number one citation being "-you're paying for my therapy sessions, asshole."

NOT MEANT FOR EVERYONE

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of people being experimented on. Mentions of child custody. Messy divorces.

I promise to give Scott a break after this, he deserves it

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Scott had been praying that his boy’s would be brought to the meeting. He knew it wouldn’t happen, knew his soon to be ex-wife wouldn’t want to put them through that because it wouldn’t be fair to them. That there might be yelling, at the very least name calling, and she would be a good mother leaving them with her parents while they sorted this out.

But he’s selfish. He wanted to see them one last time despite how much it would hurt them. Yet another reason why he isn’t fit to raise his children.

Karen will always take care of the boys first, though, meaning she came to the house alone. A decision he respects and even appreciates because it was the right thing to do. Didn’t say anything as he passed the divorce papers over after she sat down at the dining table. The familiar furniture seeming almost alien now that the center piece and placemats had all been taken.

They sit in silence as she reads it over. The first time they’ve been alone in a room together. No lawyers this time. It goes against everything they were advised, and if changes want to be made it would’ve been easier to have the people who can do such a thing in the room, but they had wanted to go over what was submitted as a ‘final draft’ with just them.

Karen suggested it because she didn’t like how formal everything was, as if this they weren’t discussing a transaction instead of the end to a relationship. Scott had agreed because he loves her, and he always will.

“...I get the boys.”

Scott hangs his head, looking down at his coffee instead of meeting her gaze. “You do.”

She hesitates. “You’re not fighting me on visitation rights.”

“I’m not,” comes out in a whisper, clearing his throat in order to keep his tears at bay. “I, it’s not that I don’t want to. I’ve had a lot to think about and...and it seems like it’d be for the best.”

It had taken several months for him to see Karen’s request as something more than just her trying to be spiteful. She has the capacity to, and had displayed it a few times during their relationship, but it was never used as a weapon. Never to hurt someone. Because at her core, she does everything in her power to make sure the people she loves most are taken care of. Fights when she thinks she or someone else is being wronged.

He hadn’t remembered that when he heard the words ‘you will never see or speak to them again’. He had only seen red. Cursed her name every way he could as soon as he got home that day. Broke down sobbing when a week later, he realized she only wanted to protect their sons. It would only hurt them to keep Scott in the picture, even if it was just a phone call.

“Are you planning on selling the house?” she asks, glancing at the page where the house they bought together, the one they’re currently sitting in now, has Scott’s name laying claim over it.

He shakes his head. “I don’t think I ever will, to be honest.”

Karen takes a deep breath. Closes the small packet of papers before setting her hands on it. “I won’t sign it.”

“Any particular reason why?” Because the rest of the assets had been split 50/50 between them. The house falling under his name had actually been something she requested, not wanting their sons to be raised somewhere only bad memories were kept.

“I want alimony.”

Scott’s jaw drops. “E-Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” she murmurs. Not combative, just firm.

“Karen, I’m paying child support, as much as I can. With the rest of the mortgage, I-I can’t pay alimony.”

“I can’t live with my parents forever,” she begins. “I already have a few job interviews, but I don’t have enough to rent an apartment. I can’t even send the boys to daycare.”

“I know, I know,” Scott sighs. “But I can’t. You know Freddy’s doesn’t-”

His wife- soon to be ex-wife suddenly stands up as she glares at him. “You’re still working there!”

Even when that’s the reason why I left? That’s why you were never home? That’s why we continued to struggle financially? You love it more than you love your family?

He hears it even though she doesn’t say it. Because it’s a familiar topic they had discussed before. Fought over. Written on the message she left when she packed everything she could and left with their sons.

Scott almost breaks. Almost tells her everything. After years of holding it in, keeping it a secret because he didn’t want to burden her, he almost lets the damn break.

“...yes.”

Karen grows furious. “Then I’m getting alimony. Because you’re paying for my therapy sessions, asshole.”

“No.”

“For what you’ve put us through, it is the bare minimum that you could do!” she erupts, throwing her hands into the air. “You seriously don’t expect me to let that slide! You’re still at that hell hole despite losing your family! What makes that damn place so special that it deserves your everything!”

“I can’t leave!” he shouts, standing up in order to look her eye to eye. Pleading she understands. “I can’t explain! I want to, but I can’t! It’s not my choice!”

“It sure looks like it is, Scott!”

It looks like it is. But it’s not. Forced to stay alive every night made his world crumble beneath his feet. The small patches of discoloration on his arms and legs took away his freedom. Hearing the methodical voice repeating key words in the back of his mind every second of every day makes him question who he is.

And if he tries to leave? Tries to escape? It’s been proven too many times what would await him is worse than death.

How can anyone expect him to be a good husband and father when someone is literally pulling on his strings to make him dance?

“I, we can’t continue this discussion,” Scott says, backing away from the table, from the woman he loves, from his everything. “I’m so sorry. But y-you need to go.”

Before I damn you too.

She stares at him. He swears a look of remorse flashes across her face before it disappears, so quickly he might’ve just imagined it in his desperation. Then she turns on her heel and stalks furiously out the door, slamming it behind her.

Scott waits for the tears to come. Stares down at his now cold coffee. Feels nothing but resignation.

He wants to be angry. That she isn’t by his side when he needs her most. That she’s taking away his entire world as he’s reaching out for a hand to keep him from falling. That she’s nailing his coffin shut without remorse.

But that wouldn’t be fair. He brought this upon himself. At least Afton will be happy now that Scott has no reason to be anywhere but right next to him, ready to obey every command.

At least his sons will never see the hollow shell their father has become.

#it has been a hot minute since I added another story to Bingo #and Scott can't seem to catch a break #and look at me being writing productive!#I'd say it's a pretty good Monday #have a good rest of your week!#FNAF bois #Prompt Roulette By Title #A5 #BTE writing #cw #content warning

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