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bwabys-scenarios · 2 months

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Can we see a chubby!reader who maybe doesn't know that Feitan is part of the phantom troupe, so she doesn't think Feitan can carry her but then he proves her wrong (maybe with a little bit of angst because she's self conscious, and then comfort because Feitan loves that there's more of her)

Idk if that made sense

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Feitan x Chubby!Fem!Reader

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A/N: another short one… but I like it!! Join my server !!

warnings: insecure reader, a bit of internalized misogyny

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You had been dating Feitan for nearly a year now, and you still knew so little about him. His whereabouts while he was out of town were a mystery to you, and you had no idea what he did for work. All you did know was that he didn’t have a normal job.

When you jokingly asked him if he was in the mafia, he scoffed. “Mafia bunch of puss- wimps. Not part of it, not by long shot.”

You were a little perturbed by his answer, but couldn’t help laughing at the way he censored himself for your sake. He seemed to see you as some kind of delicate princess, closer to a porcelain doll than human. Feitan was always extremely gentle when touching you, his hands almost hesitant when making contact with your skin.

This was something you didn’t understand. Throughout your life, people viewed you as bigger, tougher, when in reality you were quite easily hurt, both physically and mentally. The topic of your weight had been a sore subject…

But your Fei wasn’t really good with reading social cues.

“Eat good. Here, for big girl.”

You stared at your boyfriend as he used his chopsticks to drop an extra egg roll on your plate. In your mind, you know he meant nothing by it. He was friends with larger people like Uvogin who ate tons to keep up his strength and figure.

But your heart felt hurt. You pushed your plate away and huffed. “Hmph.”

He was bad about assuming things, even if you knew it Feitan wasn’t being malicious, it still hurt your feelings when he assumed random things because of your body type.

But what you didn’t know, was that Feitan wasn’t assuming anything. You were his girlfriend, he had to provide for you and make sure you ate well. In meteor city, having meat on your bones usually meant you were well taken care of, and all he wanted to do was make sure you ate.

Feitan, though… he wasn’t good at communicating that. Or communicating at all, really, so he just stared as you pushed away the food. He scoffed, slightly offended that you turned down his offer.

“Why huff? Being brat.”

You sniffled, standing up and storming off. Feitan wouldn’t let this slide, he hated seeing you upset.

The dark haired man caught your wrist, squeezing with just enough force to catch your attention. “Why act like this? Made you mad?”

You pouted, puffing out your chubby cheeks. “Mmph… it’s embarrassing. You’re thin and I’m not… aren’t girls supposed to be dainty and small? Isn’t that what you would prefer, someone you could easily pick up?”

You wiped the tears from your eyes, not daring to look back at your lover.

But you didn’t have to look, because he turned you around and began lifting you with ease. Once you were in the air, he held onto your ass, squeezing softly. You squeaked and immediately wrapped your plump thighs around his waist for support, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“See? Easy. My little bunny.”

He held you in his arms, not straining or struggling in the slightest. It was like you weighed nothing at all to him and it was… relieving.

“Can’t understand? You… are mine.”

He huffed, sitting down with you in his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist. “We clear?”

You snuggled him, burying your teary face into his neck. “Yeah…”

Feitan tried to be a bit more sensitive with you after that, and made it a point to carry you around and show you off to his friends. It was a little embarrassing… but you felt loved and beautiful.

And that was all you needed.

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wroteclassicaly · 1 year

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Steve painting your toenails when you’re pregnant. You’ve never seen that man more focussed. Except that one time when he was putting your daughter’s crib together and went overboard, because he panicked it would somehow fall apart, and she’d get hurt.

“You think she’ll let me do this for her when she gets a little older?” He doesn’t look up, swiping the pastel blue across your pinky toe (the hardest one).

“She’s gotta get here first, baby.” You tease.

You pick up your cool drink, swiping a finger across the condensation, the drink he’d catered you with before getting out your nail polish caddy and supplies. Steve always makes sure to keep you pampered, knowing what you’re doing to grow his tiny human. It’s annoying sometimes, especially with your fluctuating hormones, but he takes it in stride. He’d read all the baby books before you, attended every check-up, made sure you favorite foods were available, prepared the nursery, helped you nest, even started picking up the task of assisting in shaving your legs. And when he couldn’t be there to satiate your food cravings, he always had someone on stand by who could pick it up for you.

As for the other things? You weren’t sure who was more sexually addicted to one another. Your hormones were going wild for Steve’s scent, those hands, those freckles, that mouth, his body, that thick fucking cock, his fucking hair — everything. It didn’t matter what he did, it could be something simple that would set you off. And his fascination with your newly round belly, the little kicks that appeared underneath his massive palm, how tender you seemed to be between your legs or your breasts.

Your tits… fuck. The way they’ve swollen with milk in preparing to feed your daughter, all the visuals that Steve has, the way he holds the heavy globes, caressing, indulging, fascinated in your body changing and giving you what you need for a new person to enter the world. You and Steve had made that decision immediately. To feed her from your breast, if you could, hoping she wouldn’t have trouble taking. The way his heart swelled thinking about you caring for something, someone, that you both made. Two people who were once strangers, at different ends of the social hierarchy spectrum.

All that you’ve been through, all that you’re going through, and all that you will go through in the years to come.

“I know it’s usually a mother daughter thing, but I don’t know —“

“Steve,” you say softly, hand laying over top his. His watch catches beneath the lamplight, his thumb-pad swiping to caress your knuckles. “It’s an activity she can do with both of us, if that’s what she wants to do. I know how involved you wanna be with her life, and it’s okay, baby. You will be, even if she decides she wants to play with makeup, you can be the test dummy. And if she wants to play hair salon, your hair —“

“Woah, woah,” Steve lifts the small polish lid, color almost dripping. You snort and shake your head. He begins to focus back on your toes. “We can bring Uncle Eddie over for that one.”

You’re just sipping on your soda, knowing that even his precious hair isn’t off limits in regards to his little girl. Already having him wrapped around her finger, he’s pretty much guaranteed to be the beauty shop test dummy. And he knows that as well, and he would not have it any other way.

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mylifestylearedilfs · 11 months

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ cillian murphy x f!reader ࿐ྂ

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ A GIRL LIKE YOU : fluff ; age gap ; imagine

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_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ CILLIAN MURPHY was loved by the whole world. everyone wanted to have a chance to just talk to him or more. on social media people made fan accounts about him, doing edits, gifs etc. but cillian used his phone only for calls, texts etc. so he was clueless about things that his fans were making about his characters or just him. murphy loved acting it makes him feel alive, but he didn’t like being super popular, it definitely confused him even if he is in this career almost all life.

because of this he wasn’t a fan of dating, of course he was once in marriage, and he has two sons, but it wasn’t it. he loved his ex-wife, but they weren’t meant for each other, and it was fine. he wasn’t in an unhappy or unhealthy relationship with his wife, their divorce wasn’t because of the fault of anybody. they just weren’t a match, but they are still good friends, maybe because of their children but also because cillian knew that he always could come to her when he needs help, and she could do the same.

but dating in his age wasn’t a good idea. he was forty-seven with two almost adult sons, and he was divorced. nobody wants a man like him to serious relationship, maybe some casual sexual acquaintances but nothing else. also all women he used to ‘date’ were aware about his career and almost always wanted to get him because of his fame. it was exhausting, and sometimes he wanted to be a normal guy without all of this popularity.

people saying that love is everywhere, but could it be in the small cafeteria? as you can see, cillian wasn’t a fan of showing himself in a place where you can meet a lot of people, so when it comes to drink a good coffee and eat a dessert he wouldn’t choose a starbucks but a small café on the outskirts. it was a quaint place, established by a young woman in her late twenties. cafeteria doesn’t even have the google site, maybe that was a reason why the only customer there was an old lady who comes there everyday just to have someone to talk to.

so when cillian enter the café the owner was in shock but smiled at him wondering if he would stay in there more than a few minutes. well, she was aware that her shop wasn’t popular at all, but she didn’t care. this place has been always her dream and she made it come true. she was happy that this old lady named ophelia was her regular customer because she had someone to talk during the shift.

“hello, are you ready to order?” the woman asked with a smile on her face. at this moment, in the background, ‘have you ever loved someone’ by the vocaleers starts playing.

“one americano please” cillian smiled at her as she nodded.

“do you want brownie with this coffee? i just made some, it still hot”

“sure, why not” he said, and she just smiled happily at him, thanking him for an order. cillian sat at the corner and looked at her. she was doing his coffee quietly singing words of song and do a little dance to this. he couldn’t understand how she could be so positive when her business weren’t the most successful, but there she was enjoying her job.

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cillian started to come to this café every day, maybe for this delicious desserts or maybe for this kind owner. let’s be honest, he came for both. murphy cannot understand how he found a person who was just like him. she didn’t use social media and wasn’t a big fan of movies where she could see cillian, so she didn’t know that he was a famous actor. she treated him just like an average person, and he was grateful for that.

it felt good when you weren’t treating like an animal in zoo but like a human. she makes him feel better about himself. and her new hobby was showing cillian the world that she knows and loves. maybe she wasn’t the person with an eventful life, she wasn’t a celebrity who was doing interviews every day. but that makes her special in his eyes.

with her positivity she made his days better, he missed days of doing nothing but talking about world, dreams or other stuff that his exes didn’t like talking about. she was a perfect woman in his eyes.

maybe he wasn’t that old to dating again?

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ thank you for attention! and im sorry for any mistakes.

#cillian murphy #oppenheimer #barbenheimer #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy imagine #fluff #cillian murphy x reader #x female reader #cillian murphy x y/n #oppenbarbie #oppenheimer 2023 #oppenheimer movie

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genshin-scenarios · 8 months

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android au - personal assistant droids

Summary: In a modern-futuristic world, it's possible to create androids that are so advanced, they’re more or less human. There will be 5 android au posts total, each focusing on a different group!

T.D.H. is a line designed to help busy users! They were intended for corporate higher-ups for personal assistant work around the workplace, but because of how attractive their designs are, it's not uncommon for regular people to save up for them to make their everyday lives simpler (and livelier).

Characters: Diluc, Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli, Ayato, Thoma

More like this: Anemo companion droids, Anemo droids who lost their previous user

To have Diluc as a personal assistant feels out of place, to say the least; his demeanor is a little too prince-like, or at least, you can easily imagine him as the heir of a corporation if he was human. So within the first few days you’re quick to ask him to address you casually - you don’t think your conscience can handle having someone like that treating you like a superior.

Diluc does prefer having some sense of structure however, so he still arranges your appointments and keeps track of everything else he was designed to do. He finds comfort in ticking off the tasks on his list, though he’s not sure why you request for him to wear fake glasses every now and then ‘for personal reasons’.

If you have guests over, Diluc makes a talented bartender! Though to your dismay (or joy, depending on you), he’d always limit the amount of alcohol in your drink or omit it entirely. Something about how he’d rather have you conscious even if your guests aren’t, and that if you really wanted to drink, you could do so once you two were alone.

‘Why, do you want me just for yourself, Diluc?’

‘...If that’s what you’d like to hear, I wouldn’t be opposed to taking that as an order.’

Childe is the kind of assistant droid who you never see actually doing work. He makes it seem like all he does is chat with people and dote on you, but you’re aware that once you aren’t around, he makes sure to run through his checklist and finish off the accounts for the month in his head. Such was the wonders of technology, to allow him to upload files to a cloud system without needing to physically type things down.

He’s also very attentive, though you didn’t realize this at first because of how talkative he was. Distracted by his jokes and charms, you almost forget that Childe really is looking out for you every step of the way until he has his arm around you - not to flirt, but to keep you from bumping into the crowd of people on the street.

Childe is a good cook, but what he likes even more is asking you to taste-test his creations. While he can’t actually consume food, he has sensors on his tongue that allow him to detect flavors (very useful for when he’s buying desserts or snacks, and needed to try samples to see if they fit your taste).

‘A house-husband? Well, I guess that’s technically what I am. But don’t forget I can fight too, Master~’

Have someone you need to email or call but you really don’t want to? That's where Kaeya comes along to take care of your social interactions!

Jokes aside, he really is the most talkative model in this collection. Sly as he is, Kaeya isn't a stranger to figuring out which people or tasks you dislike, and rewards you with a gift after you finally drag your feet to get it over with.

He’s good at countering procrastination in this way, such as buying your favorite snacks or preparing a movie night for you when you get home. Kaeya sometimes dries your hair for you too after you shower, and quietly muses that you probably had a long day, when you doze off before the movie manages to cross the fifteen-minute mark.

Kaeya enjoys driving or escorting you to places too, knowing full-well he looks like a doting boyfriend when he does so. He dresses stylishly and would talk to passersby while waiting, telling them about this wonderful and super-important person… only to welcome you with the same amount of grandeur. He finds it cute when you half-heartedly scold him for it, saying he’ll make people misunderstand the situation.

‘What is there to misunderstand, Y/N? I thought you said we’d be together for as long as you lived? I was rather looking forward to that.’

An encyclopedia of knowledge, Zhongli has an elegant personality and voice that you could listen to for hours. He’s rather adept at keeping track of your accounting needs in particular, though you’ve learned quickly that he has a rather skewed sense of money when he spends it himself—you had to send him to buy last-minute groceries because you already started cooking at home, only for him to return with… way too many of the same ingredient, because it was on promotion.

That aside, Zhongli does emphasize the need to manage your mental and physical health quite a lot. He makes you medicinal teas and offers to give you massages quite regularly, though there’s nothing scarier than his offer to do chiropractic maneuvers at home… you tried to change the topic quickly after that, telling him you’re feeling great - so there’s no need for such a thing!

As much as he likes to ramble about topics that he’s interested in, Zhongli is an android that listens to you very well. He’d take note of information that might be useful in the future, such as things you said you’d like to buy or were curious about.

‘Today I thought it’d be beneficial to attempt an acupuncture treatment. …Just kidding. I heard that the flowers in the park would be blooming this season. Shall we go on a walk?’

Ayato's a little picky with his users. They don’t have to be rich corporate heirs or someone of prestige, but Ayato is an android with a personality that gets bored easily; he even comes with a warning label that he might get up to shenanigans if paired with an incompatible user, but once he finds a person intriguing enough, he’s loyal to a fault.

Sure, he still enjoys teasing you and keeping you on your toes, but for the most part Ayato practically sees you as the center of his world, though he presents himself to suggest otherwise. His work record is absolutely spotless, and sometimes he even predicts what you might request from him before you have to, getting it done while saying it’s all in a day’s work.

Just make sure you don’t let him cook unsupervised, as Ayato is quite curious about… experimenting with flavors, you could say. By which you mean he’d add the randomest ingredients into an otherwise normal recipe, which would sometimes be too adventurous for your palette to handle.

You realize just how much he dotes on you during one rainy day, where Ayato walks you home under an umbrella as he asks how your day was. In moments like that, his expression is just soft enough that you might be fooled into thinking it was love.

The perfect model for tired users, Thoma has a caring personality that warms the heart. Cooking, cleaning, and making sure you wake up on time? He's got it all covered!

Honestly, you don’t think your place has felt this homey until Thoma got here. During the first few days he asked you what you’d like out of your home - what activities you do to wind down, how often you work on your laptop, and other details. You thought these were just conversation starters at first, until weeks later, you started to see the vision of what he wished to give to you:

A place where you could shed away the worries and expectations of the outside world. To rest safely and feel reinvigorated by the time you had to go out again - sometimes with Thoma in tow as he busied himself with self-appointed tasks (related to housekeeping). You realize after a while that Thoma views the upkeep of your home as a source of pride.

He likes to knit and crochet items for you whenever he has time, too. Little accessories to put on top of headphones, beanies, and even blankets to use around the house. Once, when the weather was unbearably cold and the heater wasn’t working, Thoma forgot his lack of body heat and attempted to warm up your hands with his own.

#yes i really just named this line ‘tall dark handsome’ (TDH)#diluc ragnivindr x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #ayato x reader #thoma x reader #kamisato ayato #genshin x reader #genshin reader insert #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #zhongli genshin impact #childe tartaglia ajax #traveler wishes

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cherry-pop-elf · 2 months

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Late Night Cutie Pie

Newt Scamander X Knight Bus Worker! Reader

((Can be read as platonic))

While working on the bus, a famous little face pops itself into the open doors. A sweetheart that’s been stressed out of his mind, and you do what you do best. Help those in need. Along with show you might have a talent for Nifflers, on top of a talent for flustering Magizoologists

Warnings: very adorable fluff, tooth rotting fluff, fluster newt, newt being painfully adorable, and of course TEDDY SHENANIGANS

“Ooooo we got a celebrity joining us tonight-!” You heard you coworker, a talking head, shout to you. You wondered who that could be, as you finished tidying up the beds. Ready for whatever lost soul is needing a good rest. Pillows fluffed, blankets laid out, and wheels oiled to keep people from flying.

“Oh no no. Im not celebrity-“ A almost timid voice would speak, as you hurried down from the upper floor. Once your shoes hit the ground, your eyes went wide with who they landed on. A man in a blue jacket, fluffy hair, and a suit case in hand. Newt Scamander. In the flesh.

“No way-“ You whispered, before those big blue eyes were on you. He gave a shy little wave, before rummaging in his pocket. Pulling out his ticket, and snapping you back to reality. As instinct, you were quick to sort it out. Not even needing to look at your hands, as you kept them on him. Snip, snap, POP, done!

“Normally we never pry, but uh. What’s a guy like you doing on a bus like ours-?” You asked. You were a Knight Bus Worker. You had to be social, after all. So being direct with people, no matter the face, is an important skill to have. One that was leaving him embarrassed.

“Well, seems you know who I am. Guess you can kinda put two and two together. Not many people trust that I’ll keep my friends under control.” He admits, with a smile that said it hurt him. They were animals. Not their fault after all. You won’t lie, though. It’s touching how he would simply turn those people away. Compared to following their rules, and leaving his friends behind.

“I mean, we’ve had the shadiest people come on here. Better to have Hippogriff shit on the bed than human shit. Least with a bird like that, you know they couldn’t help it.” You would put, rather bluntly, which had him smile. Knowing he wouldn’t be a burden to anyone on the bus, given you were being very direct with him. Compared to sugar coating, or babying him because of his Hufflepuff nature. People tended to do that, and even he was getting annoyed. A welcome change it was.

“I’ll take you to the upper floor, so you can have more room. Not a lot of people go up there, because of motion sickness. So you’ll have plenty of room to stretch your legs-!” You comforted, as you were making his night. A place to actually rest, and work with his care. You were just his angel. He wanted to hug you so badly, and you can tell with his arms tensing. Once a Hufflepuff, always a Hufflepuff.

“Bring it in-“ You reassured, and he nearly lifted you off the ground. Made you wheeze, but you couldn’t deny it. Hufflepuffs gave the best hugs. Not many people liked to treat you more than part of the bus, so it was a very nice change. Felt good to get a hug.

“Truly, I am so grateful. Be nice to sleep in a bed for a while. Not to say I do not enjoy nature, but we all live in certain environments for a reason after all." The older man said, when he finally set you free. Must be so hard, world traveling. Maybe he was home sick, so he was back in England for a while. Maybe animals were in need. Who knows! You just know he needed rest.

"Come on up then." You would escort him to the second floor of the double decker bus, and would lead him to a freshly made bed. You also made sure the frame was secure, wheels smooth, anything that could cause issues in his stay. Just wanting him to get some rest. As you did, you were not aware of Newt having a panic attack behind you. The moment you turned; he quickly hid his suitcase. Smiling big, with eyes darting everywhere.

"Doing alright? Seem a bit shaken, what's up?" You asked, as he keeps his nervous smile. A tug at his collar, before his eyes were now staring at something behind you. That made you raise a brow, before you slowly turned around. Just as you did, something jumped on you. You gave a shout, before you were tumbling into the once Hufflepuff. Both of you crashing to the ground.

"TEDDY-! NO! WEVE BEEN OVER THIS-!" You heard him shout, as you were helped up. Now you had a niffler choking you out, given he was dangling off your lanyard. Now knowing it was a niffler, you weren't upset. Your lanyard had many shiny pins and buttons. It can't be helped.

"Aw, you want a pin?" You cooed, as you soon scooped the little gremlin into your arms. Him still holding the lanyard, as Newt calmed down. Surprised to see Teddy calm as well. Just looking up at you with those big eyes. Sparkling with desire. You knew what to do, given many a child has ridden the bus. For one reason or another.

"Here is a nice shiny pin, all for you." You smiled, as you rummaged in your pocket. Soon you had a pin in hand, designed to look like the knight bus. With glittery windows, that made it sparkle like stars. That had the niffler let go of the lanyard, and make grabby hands for the pin. Into his tiny hands it went, and he hugged it tightly. A little chirp of happiness, before it went into his pouch. Safe and sound. Now he was satisfied, for the time being.

"Amazing..." Newt whispered, before he would take Teddy back. The little guy was quick to pull the new possession out, and showed it to his dad. Newt gave a 'ooo' and his eyes sparkled all the same. Just like a father, to a toddler. Melted your heart, to see a bond. How he kissed Teddy's head, and he gave chirps of joy.

"You have a talent for animals, I can see it clear as day. Teddy is always a handful, but like that you had it under control. No panic, and quick to find a solution. Amazing." He praised you, resulting a heavy blush on your face. What a praise and honor it was. Newt Scamander, praising your skills.

"Toddlers and nifflers are basically the same thing." You brushed off, before the bus was quick to make its sharp stop. You didnt move a inch, of course, but the father and son went flying. You winced, when Newt slammed into the window. He did, however, made sure to keep teddy wrapped around his arms. Pressed into his chest, so that the little thing suffered as little damage as possible. Such a pure soul.

"There is a reason we have complinetry sleeping potions and pain killers. Check the bedside table, back to work I go!" You waved goodbye, with Teddy waving bye as well. Since his dad was busy with new back pain.

Just like how it always was. Taking tickets, escorting newbies, comforting lost children, punching a drunk here and there. A typical night for the bus. As it was getting closer to the end of your shift, you would go and check on the famous celebrity. Up the stairs, and to the second floor.

There he was. His brief case locked to the bed frame, with an enchanted chain, and his coat hung up. His face pressed into the pillow, showing his knocked out face. Drooling, in a much needed rest. All the while little Teddy was snuggled close to his father. His face tucked under the man’s chin, and tiny hands hugging his dress shirt close. Safe, under the man’s arm.

You would sneak over, and make sure the blanket was pulled high enough for him and Teddy. Poor souls needed it. You wouldn’t be surprised if he would spend a few nights here. As if you would complain. The company would be needed, and who knows. Maybe a Pest Control guy would be needed. Sure get wild animagi coming in sometimes.

With Newt tucked in, and adjusting the pillow for Teddy, you would return down the stairs. All to be teased by that talking head for growing overly friendly with the celebrity. All it took was a flick, and he was spinning. That had you laugh, as you stretched.

Never a dull night, on that bus.

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fazedlight · 3 months

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Reflection (Kara reveals herself to Nia)

It felt like looking in a mirror.

When the frantic brunette stepped into the elevator, chattering distractedly at a mile a minute, Kara had to bite back a laugh. The nerves and the coffee and the horror of realizing that the new reporter had stepped into an elevator with the Kara Danvers brought some amusement to Kara. But Kara soon learned that there were other similarities - a passion for social justice, a reluctance to make waves - and Kara felt some kinship with her.

Nia’s average body temperature was 94F. Kara knew what it was like to hide.

Kara didn’t know that seeing her reflection would happen almost simultaneously with her own world falling apart. It wasn’t just the turmoil of anti-alien bigotry that felt like a kick in the gut. She was a stranger in Alex’s eyes - untrustworthy and suspect, drawing apprehension from the agent’s eyes whenever she wore the red and blue. Her strongest defender, the sister who protected her and stood by her… was gone.

The only other person she could be herself with - even if she did still have to hide - was busy with work. And when Lena wasn’t busy with work, she was busy with James. It killed Kara to watch them curl up together on the rare game night when Lena came by.

Nia’s hometown of Parthas was a breath of fresh air, but even that wouldn’t last long. In a town where naltorians and humans lived in harmony for ages - a town where Nia’s transness didn’t warrant commentary either - Kara found herself feeling hopeful. Until Liberty’s men came to destroy it, until she had to heatvision a gun out of her sister’s hand and received distrust in return.

The drive back home was a long one.

Her heart broke as Nia mourned the death of her mother, the destruction of her town, the you’re not even a real woman that her sister had thrown so callously in her direction. What seemed like simple similarities, like first-day jitters or an instinct for journalism, shifted to something stinging and sharp. Their stories weren’t the same - Nia had grown up in peace, Kara had grown up in turmoil - but they were both adrift in an unwelcoming world, without the people they cared about most to help them.

Kara pulled her car over.

It was Alex’s and Lena’s faces that flickered in her mind as she stepped out. The sister she had lost, the would-be lover that was in the arms of someone else, with no one left she could feel open with. She told herself - and Nia - that it was a logical decision to come out to Nia, because Nia wouldn’t be in danger, because she was a fledgling hero in need of mentorship.

As Kara turned and whipped off her glasses, as she temporarily took to the skies, she knew that this wasn’t entirely about logic. She was wrapped up in the wishes for her childhood, in the mourning of her present. If she couldn’t help herself, she could help someone who echoed her.

“I just need you to know now that you’re not alone,” she said when she landed. I just need to know that I’m not the only one.

#I think the degree to which Kara is wrecked by what happened with Alex is underexplored #and the degree to which Kara sees her younger self in Nia is also underexplored #there's a lot of pain there that occurred at the same time #S4 continues to be my favorite in terms of the writing #mel writes ficlets #supergirl #kara danvers #nia nal

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au-sonic-smackdown · 3 months

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AU Sonic Smackdown - Round 4, Right Side

Words Hurt AU belongs to @oddogoblino

Infested AU belongs to @hejjhug

Learn more about them under the cut!

Words Hurt AU-

In this au, Earth is decaying, the planet slowly losing its ability to sustain life due to mankind’s lack of care to it. To try and survive, they attempted to move people to planet mobius as it held similar conditions as earth. The mobians at first welcomed them happily, happy to help those in need. Eventually, the humans began trying to repeat their old mistakes and began digging into mobius and setting up machines to harvest from it to try and save Earth. The planet didn’t handle this as well as earth once did, machines quickly backfiring and any mobians nearby during the incidents quickly falling ill. That’s how the infections started.

Sonic’s parents were one of the few first mobians infected, having lost them due to them going into the second form of the illness that’s caused from starvation. They’d been “quarantined” and left without food or an energy source for too long. He was only a toddler when this happened. He’s now part of Vanilla’s secret organization that helps infected mobians survive outside of the homes they’d been kicked out of due to fear. Sonic himself works as a secret delivery boy and tends to travel to make sure infected mobians have access to food and water and even just simple pleasantries like games and toys. He met Tails as a 4 yr old who’d been born from infected parents, taking care of him when they weren’t. Currently Sonic is 17 and Tails is 8.

Sonic is mostly his same ole usual self except he’s a lot less social. He doesn’t talk to anyone except for Tails, Vanilla, and sometimes Cream. He was naturally born with his super speed but keeps it hidden due to not wanting to be mistaken as an infected. He still has to fight Eggman as the mad doctor tries to manipulate both uninfected and infected mobians’ fears and resentment toward each other. He has a civilian disguise named Nicky so no one recognizes him as the superspeedy hero. He’s a bit more easily agitated but only because he doesn’t get enough sleep with his work.

Sonic’s right eye is always tearing up, not because he’s emotional but because of repeated exposure to infectious spores. The spores can only infect others if inhaled or through exposed open wounds. Hes naturally immune to the illness, but he doesn’t know that, and wouldn’t ever take chances on it. Whenever he gets injured, he disinfects the wound immediately and patches it up like others would in hopes to avoid spore-infection.

Infected mobians tend to live in abandoned spaces that their cities and towns assigned for them to live. Infected mobians feed off energy, whether that be electricity, emotions, powerful items, etc, but can also eat normal foods just fine. They need normal food to keep sane and prevent them from going into the second form that attacks anything with energy in it. Only the second form can infect others directly, making it the most dangerous and is an automatic kill-on-sight if seen. No one knows yet if you can change infected back to normal after they’ve transformed. Vanilla takes care of transformed infected when Sonic reports the incidents.

Mobians aren’t the only things infected, plant and wildlife have been mutated by the illness aswell. The symptoms of the infection is body mutations, a blue tongue, and increased hunger and thirst. Mobians born from infected parents can’t go into the second form but they become feral without food. Bites from hostile born-infected mobians are less likely to spread the infection but it isn’t impossible.

Infested AU-

Sonic, under the influence of a mysterious alien brain parasite, has become unpredictable and very, very dangerous. While all his powers remain the same, he now uses his speed to maim and kill anyone who moves. Sonic’s mental state has devolved to basic instinct, and, thanks to the parasite, he is in a near-constant state of feeling like a wild animal trapped in a corner. As a result, he will call upon impossible strength, reserved only for life-or-death scenarios. Pray you don’t catch his attention. You can’t outrun the fastest thing alive.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic au #sonic alternate universe #au sonic smackdown #round 4 #words hurt au #infested au

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shentheauthor · 1 year

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I cannot resist, but headcanons on the Harbingers' types? Like what they would like in a S/O? 🤭

Crabsolutely, friend

Gender neutral s/o, no content warnings

Pierro:

Someone calm

Preferably smart too

Like someone he can play chess with

And just drink tea quietly with

This man needs some peace in his life lmao

Please braid his hair, he is touch starved and needs affection, but he’s old and he can’t say it out loud

Capitano:

Someone who can protect themself

He will def protect you, but when he isn’t there, he wants to know you’ll be safe

Also, he would love a sparring partner as well as a romantic one

If you can keep up with him, color him impressed

I also feel like he isn’t much of a talker, so if you’re cool with just hanging out in silence, he will be drawn to you

Dottore:

A test subject /j

It would actually probably start out that way 😭😭

If you can hold an intelligent conversation and keep him amused, tho, he will stop trying to experiment on you

He will explode with joy if you ask him about his work

And if you listen and remember what he says? Whipped

Basically a good listener and someone who doesn’t mind his psychopathic tendencies lmao

Hell if you’re a bit of a murderous gremlin yourself, he’ll be even more into you

Bc then you can do horrible fucked up experiments ✨together✨

Columbina:

Someone cute who can sing duets with her

She wouldn’t mind whether you’re loud or quiet

She can put up with both

She isn’t super picky about partners, but a good singing voice is a green flag for her

She’d already be intrigued if you aren’t afraid of her, but if you don’t underestimate her either, you’ve definitely got an interested columbina on your hands

Arlecchino:

Probably someone interested in her work

She has high standards tho

Good listener, can cook, willing to adjust your schedule for her, good with kids, but also willing to harshly punish subordinates, etc

She wants someone like her

But maybe a bit nicer lmao

Pulcinella:

Like Pierro, he prefers quiet people

Someone willing to help him deal with stress without adding onto that stress

Also he wants someone good with kids

He will bring his partner with him to visit family and friends, so a social person is better

Just someone he can be quietly domestic and soft with

Gilf moment Fr

Scaramouche

I’m never gonna stop including him and Signora

Anyway tho, he wants someone quiet, but he will actually be somewhat pleasantly surprised if you talk back to him

You’d have to be careful, but he will like you if you can keep up with his rudeness and clap back without fear

Bonus points if you’re strong. He doesn’t want to “coddle” his partner, so he wants someone who can take care of themself

He would also want someone who can read him well. Understanding his moods is a must.

It’s hard to get him to open up, but he would really want someone willing to love him completely without leaving him

Abandonment issues go brrr

Sandrone:

A puppet

Like literally

But if she had to choose a partner who is a normal human, she would want someone who doesn’t care if she’s possessive

She is kind of a yandere, so if you’re into that, she is into you

Bonus points if you’re willing to cook for her

She forgets to eat a lot, and someone who takes care of her would be appreciated

Also, if you’re interested in her work

The way to an autistic’s heart is through the special interest /srs

Signora:

Someone who will love her unconditionally

Someone who doesn’t treat her like a monster

Someone who isn’t afraid of her

She would also love someone strong and smart

Preferably witty too

Like if she can have a healthy banter with you

Her type is Rostam, but if you aren’t Rostam, that’s ok

A strong and protective partner is perfect for her

She can take care of herself just fine, but the feeling of being cared about is unmatched

I miss her so much raaaahhhh

Pantalone:

He would want someone who lets him spoil them

Genuinely

He will lavish you with gifts if you will let him

ALSO, intelligence is a must

He doesn’t have patience for dull conversation

If finances bore you, he actually doesn’t mind

He knows everyone is different

As long as you don’t steal from him, he won’t care

Someone who cares enough to help him de-stress after work is a green flag

He would also love it if you can cook or sew, and is actually open to learning your hobbies if they interest him

Please play board games with him, he’d be so happy

Also he wants a good listener who will hear him ramble without complaining

Tartaglia:

Do you like kids?

Are you open to learning to cook?

Can you spar with him and provide a challenge?

If the answer to all of these questions is “yes,” congrats, you are exactly his type

He doesn’t care much about looks, he really just wants someone who’s fun and loves his family

Extroverts are perfect for him

He would prefer a partner who’s okay with drinking, bc Snezhnaya go brrr (literally)

But if you aren’t comfortable with that, that’s okay

Definitely the most fun to be with if you’re outgoing, so he would want you to be adventurous too

He would also like talkative people, bc then he can listen to you ramble <3

Rule #1 tho: don’t be afraid of him. Treat him like a person, not a weapon

He doesn’t mind being a weapon, but if his partner is soft with him and doesn’t demand anything, that is ideal

I love him sm

I love doing these lmao. It’s kinda cringe, but it’s self indulgent and I like exploring their characters like this

I’m probably gonna create an ask blog specifically for this sometime soon

#genshin impact #harbinger headcanons #Shen’s headcanons #fatui x reader #fatui harbingers #Pierro #capitano #Dottore #columbina #Arlecchino #pulcinella #Scaramouche #Sandrone #Signora #Pantalone #Tartaglia #genshin x reader

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francis-writes · 7 months

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Love you to Hell and back

Reader is gender neutral

A/N: inspired by my s/i. I don't know what it is but I was bored.

Summary: Frollo discovers that his spouse of many years is the incarnation of a very powerful demon of lust. He wants to forget about them but it’s hard to bury old love. Especially when the old love is immortal.

You were sitting on your throne and sipping wine. With the last of your willpower, you decided not to check in the vision, what your husband was doing. Or rather ex-husband.

You should know better than this. He left you, he cursed you. Why were you missing him? Sure, you spent many years together but there were many men in the world more handsome than him. Smarter. Kinder. Better for you. Unfortunately, you didn’t like things that were good for you.

The door opened and your counselor entered the chamber. You showed him a comfortable armchair nearby but he only shook his head.

“You have a visitor” he informed. You raised your eyebrow, wondering what they now want for you. Deciding to help people with your powers was probably one of the worst ideas you had because you could afford a moment of peace anymore. You felt like a hellish social care: overworked, understaffed and underpaid (okay, you had your palace so maybe there weren’t so much to complain about).

“Who are they?”

“Your husband”

You almost spat out your wine. What was HE doing there? Of course, you expected him to end up in Hell, but not so quickly.

“Tell him to wait a few minutes” you quickly ran to the bathroom. Waiting will make him more humble. And you couldn’t meet him again after a few years, being sweaty, stinky and in loose clothes after work. Claude needs a reminder of what he lost. Your main specialization was lust after all!

When you finally got out, bathed and in your most luxurious, sluttiest clothes, trying to act as if it was your natural state, you found your unofficially-ex-husband walking around your chamber. He looked at everything, but you could notice that he wasn’t actually paying attention to what was around him; he was too nervous for that.

You cleared your throat. Frollo looked at you and he was clearly stunned. Putting aside your clothes, you took on your human look, the one he knew so well after 20 years of marriage (though you decided to look a bit younger than the last time he saw you).

“It’s a surprise” you said in a bit hoarse voice. You cleared your throat again and asked: “what brings you here?”

“Well, I decided it’s the best moment to talk” he straightened up, trying to show all his power and confidence. Which is hard when you stand in the middle of Hell.

“About what? I thought we already cleared everything between us” you tried not to show how nervous and excited this moment made you. Oh, you tried to forget about Claude but the mere sight of him made you feel a familiar heat in your groin. He was dressed in his everyday robe but you remember every detail of body hidden under it, every inch of skin you used to caress with your fingers. Only thing that comforted you was the knowledge that he missed your touch as well. You wouldn’t admit it but for some time you liked to spy on his dreams and you were pleased to discover that many of them include you two getting naked and wet.

“I realized that when we last saw each other I might have acted… too emotionally”

“It’s a little understatement” you stated calmly “You called me a devil’s spawn, a whore of Babylon and the curse of your life”

Frollo shifted, uneasy.

“I am utterly sorry for my behavior, you must understand that I was in a state of shock. Not everyday you discover that your spouse is a demon. I came here to ask for forgiveness”

You stepped closer and took his chin in your hand. Frollo looked in your eyes and didn’t move away even when your sharp nails dug into his skin.

“And why do you want this? I suppose you didn’t come to Hell just because you felt guilty for one argument”

For a brief moment, his gaze rested at your lips.

“I- I miss you. And I would like you to come back”

Your eyes sparked like a flame, enjoying both his desire and his submission in that moment. For all people of Paris, he might have been a despotic cruel judge. They probably thought you were trapped in that relationship. But you loved him in your own twisted way, and you admired his wickedness, all the darkest and most obsessive parts of his soul. And you had your ways to stay free under his eye. His lust was a weapon you learned to use to keep him in line. He desired you so much, he became your little puppet, ready to do everything to please you, believing the whole time that he’s the one giving orders in your relationship. Oh, how you missed having him at your feet.

“Do you want to forget the past… and be together again?”

You smiled and pulled him closer to yourself.

“Of course darling” you put your hand on the back of his neck, leaning over as if getting ready for a kiss “I never left, to be honest. Since the day you took me to your chambers, you were mine. And no devil will ever pry you from my hands. Understood?”

Frollo nodded and kissed you. You pressed your body to his, your hands roamed his back and squeezed on his flesh. He was your love. He was your slave. He was your addiction and the only thing that could bring you down.

#judge claude frollo #claude frollo #claude frollo x reader #judge claude frollo x reader #disney villains

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nightghoul381 · 2 months

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Ellis Twilight~ Main Route Chapter 3 + Letter

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: None

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

Part 1

Ellis: “Escort?”

At the breakfast table, Victor had been told of my unexpected first job as ‘fairytale keeper’.

Victor: “Right! With the two of you protecting Kate, our secret will be protected.”

Victor: “Kate will be able to observe you two up close and record your sins…”

Victor: “This plan kills two birds with one stone, since it allows her to fulfill her duties as a fairytale keeper as well!”

Victor: “What do you think, Ellis?”

Ellis: “I’m fine with it as long as you are, Kate.”

Ellis: “There’s no guarantee that something like yesterday won’t happen again…I’d like to be by Kate’s side.”

Victor smiled at Ellis’ reply, and then looked at Jude.

Victor: “Of course, Jude, you’ll take responsibility right? You hate being in debt, don’t you?”

Jude: “Tch…”

(I think I’ll feel safe as long as I’m close to Ellis…)

Just because I’d been with Ellis, I was mistakenly identified as ‘Jude Jazza’s girl’ and my life was threatened…

I can’t help but be wary of Jude.

Jude: “Just don’t cry when ya see something scary, princess.”

(It’s scary…but Victor has come up with a good proposal, so I can’t be timid here.)

Kate: “I’ll be okay, I’m surprisingly strong!”

Jude: “…hah”

Jude laughed at my smile and lowered his gaze to the newspaper.

Ellis: “Then it’s settled. I look forward to working with you, Kate.”

Kate: “Yes, thank you.”

I also smiled at Ellis, and unlike Jude, he gave me a soft smile in return.

Ellis: “Come to think of it, you could speak in a more casual manner.”

Kate: “Eh…”

Ellis: “You could just say ‘ yeah, thanks’.”

Kate: “Y-yeah…thanks.”

Ellis: “Mmm, feels good.”

I was soothed by the warm feeling that Ellis had given me…

Victor: “Now that we’ve settled on a good plan, it’s time for your first mission.”

At Victor’s words, my spine stiffened.

(This will truly be my first job as ‘fairytale keeper.’)

I brace myself, knowing that this first step is crucial in gaining their trust.

Victor: “—Actually, I want you to gather some information.”

Victor: “About the kidnappings happening all over London.”

Part 2

Victor: “—Actually, I want you to gather some information.”

Victor: “About the kidnappings happening all over London.”

Kate: “Kidnapping…incidents?”

The disturbing words brought back the nervousness that was etched into my skin when I first met the members of ‘Crown’.

Victor: “Yes. All ages. From toddlers to teenagers, and of course adults.”

Victor: “What they have in common is that many of the adults were prostitutes or street performers.”

Victor: “A singer popular in the bars has also disappeared… but many of the people lived without a fixed address.”

Jude: “Since the victims weren’t very important, and their addresses were unknown, it’s hard to report them missing.”

Jude: “So, as usual, the police won’t take action.”

Sadly, as Jude had said, the status of the people working in red-light districts is looked down upon.

Behind the scenes of a glittering world, they are treated like garbage.

Victor: “So, here’s the thing…”

Victor: “Did you know that an art fair is currently being held in London and performers are gathering there?”

Kate: “Yes. It’s not as busy as the social season, but it’s still quite crowded.”

Victor: “Jude, Ellis, I would like you to go there and gather information.”

Victor: “They are rootless but they are more connected than you might think.”

Jude: “Why should I have to go? Such a pointless mission.”

Victor: “It may have something to do with the people were involved in the human trafficking that you recently took care of privately.”

Victor: “It’s the ship you’re stuck on, isn’t it? Also… I believe it’s been a long time since you’ve been on holiday.”

Apparently, this was information that Victor wouldn’t have known unless someone told him,

Jude glared directly to his side.

Jude: “…Ellis.”

Ellis: “I answered honestly because I was asked. I’m sorry.”

(Surprisingly, the power balance between those two may be equal…)

Victor: “And with that, I say, have a good day!”

Directed by Victor’s incredibly bright voice, we headed off to our mission.

(It’s even more crowded this time…!)

Appetizing aromas wafted from the gorgeous stalls lined up at the art fair venue.

It’s not just the food that makes people happy,

There were people painting pictures on the street, and people performing on large stages set up on the street corners.

As I walked around, I felt like I’d be engulfed by the lively and fun atmosphere.

(I can’t keep up, I’m so excited…I need to concentrate properly on the mission.)

(Right, let’s focus now.)

Kate: “Ellis, Jude. Could you tell me about the curses that you two have?”

Ellis: “We haven’t talked about that yet, have we?”

Ellis: “My curse is the curse of ‘Thorns’ and Jude’s is ‘The 13th Wizard’.”

Ellis: “They’re the curses that became the motif for Sleeping Beauty (Thorn Princess).”

(The curse of thorns and the curse of the wizard…)

The wizard is a villain who hates the fact that he wasn’t invited to the princess’ birthday party and tries to kill her by putting a curse on her.

(I can understand how the wizard is a villain, but…)

(What is the sin of ‘thorns’?)

Part 3

(I can understand how the wizard is a villain, but…)

(What is the sin of ‘thorns’?)

As I was thinking about it, Jude suddenly stopped and looked back listlessly.

Jude: “No need for the three of us to stick together. Go gather information.”

Ellis: “But, what about Kate’s escort?”

Jude: “You can handle it on your own.”

After saying that, he quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Kate: “…Does he hate me because of this?”

Ellis: “He’s like that to everyone, so I don’t think he hates you.”

Ellis: “Maybe it’s so you don’t end up in danger if we’re seen together again.”

(Hmm, could that really be true…?)

I gently swallowed back the words that had reached my throat.

Kate: “…Well if that’s the case, he’s a pretty kind person, right?”

Ellis: “I wouldn’t say he’s too kind. He loves tormenting people he hates and hearing their screams.”

Kate: “…”

(It’s scary how clearly I can imagine that…)

He’s the complete opposite of Ellis, who shows kindness to everyone he meets.

As if further proof, as soon as we separated from Jude, he was approached by people from all over.

Red-faced man: “Hey, you! Thanks for takin’ care of me the other day!”

Ellis: “You’re welcome. Don’t drink too much today.”

Kate: “Who was that…?”

Ellis: “He was passed out on the street, so I carried him home on my back. I don’t know his name.”

Kate: “Eh!”

(You brought a stranger home and took care of him?)

Surprisingly, that’s not the only instance—

Furniture craftsman: “Ellis, thanks to you introducing people to me, my business has gotten back on track!”

Student wearing glasses: “Good to see you again! I’d like to thank you for helping me repair my bicycle, so would you please give me your contact information…?”

Cat: “Meow”

Ellis: “You’re welcome.”

(Even the cat is thanking him…!?)

(It’s surprising to see him receiving so many thanks from so many people as we walked by…)

That alone shows how much good Ellis does on a regular basis.

Kate: “You have a wider network than even I do as a postal worker…!”

Ellis: “I guess so. I think that’s normal.”

Ellis was smiling happily when he saw the other people smiling.

(I’m sure what Ellis did for me yesterday is something he does on a daily basis.)

When he sees someone in trouble, he extends a hand to them.

A person who spreads happiness.

Those words came to mind as I watched Ellis happily conversing with the people of the town.

(I wonder if such a person would even have any ‘crimes’ that I should record…)

(Or perhaps I should say--)

(I wonder why such a kind person works for an assassination organization or for someone like Jude.)

Even though I was witnessing so much kindness from him… a question suddenly came to my mind, making my heart flutter.

Ellis: “Kate…Kate.”

Kate: “…Ah, sorry! I was thinking.”

Before I knew it, Ellis tilted his head and peered into my face closely…

Ellis: “Thinking about me?”

Part 4

Ellis: “Thinking about me?”

Kate: “…gh!?”

Like two lovers looking into each other’s eyes, our eyelashes were almost touching, and my heart jumped as he stared at me.

(Ellis doesn’t seem to be aware of it, but… it feels like he’s too close.)

The same thing happened when he came to visit me in my room the morning after I was taken to Crown Castle.

This is the second time his twilight eyes have come this close to me, and I look away as I feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

Ellis: “Ah, hit the nail on the head.”

Choices:

1. I was thinking about you, Ellis.

***2. How do you know? +4 +4 **

3. It’s not a hit

Kate: “How do you know?”

Ellis: “Hmm… How do I?”

Ellis smiled and handed me a mug with steam rising from it.

Ellis: “Yes, while you were thinking about me, I got some milk tea from the shop over there.”

Ellis: “Thank you for helping me with the delivery the other day.”

(….Ellis, you’re a scary man…)

Ellis lowered his long eyelashes, took a deep breath, and took a sip of his milk tea.

Ellis: “If there’s anything you wan to ask, just ask.”

Kate: “…Yes.’

Ellis: “‘yeah’, right?”

Kate: “…Ellis, why are you in Crown?”

Ellis: “Victor invited Jude, and Jude agreed, maybe that’s why?”

(Since Jude joined, that means Ellis joined…?)

Kate: “Why are you with Jude?”

Ellis: “You’re full of questions.”

Ellis smiled and wrapped his hands around the mug.

Ellis: “Before I met Jude, I was living here and there.”

Ellis: “I happened to meet Jude when I came to London.”

Ellis: “A lot of things happened and I made a promise.”

Kate: “A promise…?”

Ellis: “In exchange for me working for him, Jude will grant my request.”

Ellis: “So… until then, I’ll be with him.”

The feeling that something would happen if I continued to listen made my heart race.

Kate: “Ellis, what was your request…?”

Ellis: “It’s—”

Performer with a fancy hat: “What!?”

(…!?)

I was surprised by the loud voice, and when I turned, it seemed that right behind me was the back of a special stage.

The performer was scratching his head in confusion.

Performer with a fancy hat: “Without the two of you, I can’t do it…I’m so disappointed…!”

(Neither have come… other performers maybe?)

Kate: “Ellis.”

Ellis: “…yeah.”

Part 5

Performer with a fancy hat: “Without the two of you, I can’t do it…I’m so disappointed…!”

(Without both… another performer maybe?)

Kate: “Ellis.”

Ellis: “…yeah.”

--“What they have in common is that many of the adults were prostitutes or street performers.”

We exchanged glances and headed toward the performer who had a troubled look on his face.

Kate: “Um, excuse me.”

Performer with a fancy hat: “Hmm? Oh, sorry folks, but my stage is in ten minutes!”

Ellis: “You just said that you can’t go…”

Performer with a fancy hat: “I haven’t heard from my companions who were supposed to come out with me.”

Performer with fancy hat: “I wonder how many people this is… it’s been a little weird lately.”

(He hasn’t heard from them… and multiple people…)

(If we talk to this person, we might learn something.)

Ellis: “If you don’t mind, I’d like to hear more about that story.”

Performer with a fancy hat: “I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for that right now! I have to quickly think of a performance I can do on my own.”

After waving his hand to shoo us away…he looked straight at our faces again, as if he had just had an idea.

Performer with a fancy hat: “It would be a different story if you folks would cooperate with me on stage.”

Performer with a fancy hat: “Haha! What am I saying? No matter how desperate I am for manpower, getting amateurs involved is a no-no.”

As he shook his head, as if saying it was just a momentary flight of fancy, Ellis quickly closed the distance between them.

Ellis: “Cooperate? What can I do?”

Performer with a fancy hat: “Haha! What are you so excited about? I was just kidding.”

Ellis: “But if I cooperate with you, you’ll tell me all the details, right?”

Performer with a fancy hat: “…Why is that, brother, you’re just ‘curious’ right?”

He looked at us, his nice-looking face contorted with confusion.

Performer with a fancy hat: “But giving information about one of your friends comes with a certain amount of risk.”

Performer with a fancy hat: “I can’t guarantee that you don’t have any malicious intent. After all, this is our first time meeting.”

Kate: “What can we do to get you to trust us?”

Performer with a fancy hat: “I suppose…”

Performer with a fancy hat: “If you don’t complain even if you’re the target of a knife-thrower, or tied up and submerged in a fish tank…”

Performer: “I might be able to trust you.”

(Target of a knife thrower…!?)

Ellis: “Okay. I’m good at that kind of stuff.”

Not confused like I was, Ellis fearlessly agreed to the conditions.

(As expected, he’s used to going to business meetings with Jude, so he’s used to negotiating…)

I thought that Ellis’ cooperation with the sow would be enough to seal the deal, but the reality was not so easy.

Performer with a fancy hat: “Tch-tch-tch… it won’t work if it’s just you, my brother. I need your girl’s cooperation too.”

Ellis: “…Why?”

Performer with a fancy hat: “Why for the sake of the show, of course!”

Performer with a fancy hat: “An emotional finale about a tragedy that tears lovers apart! It’s sure to get a lot of applause.”

(…knife throwing… tied up in a fish tank…)

Ellis looks at me with concern as I slowly turn pale.

Ellis: “Kate, you don’t have to force yourself.”

(Ellis was the target of Victor’s knife throwing, so I’m sure he’ll be okay.)

There’s no way I could imitate that extraordinary physical ability, but…

It’s up to us to get information from this person.

(In this case, I have to trust Ellis and this performer and just do it…)

Kate: “I understand, I’ll cooperate.”

Next Chapter

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikemen villains translation #ikevil translation #ellis twilight #ikevil ellis #ikevil ellis twilight #ikemen villains ellis #ikemen villains ellis twilight #ellis twilight main route

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mana-jjk · 5 months

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i keep looking through the college au and coming up with more questions.

does geto teach a philosophy Gen-ed that everyone has to take?

are nanako and mimiko there? what are they up to?

I have to know more about ijichi's suffering

how close does toge get to dropping out? how often? will he ever actually do it?

do gojo and geto do that thing where they both casually mention their husband but nobody puts together that it's the other professor? (are they together in this au or is there more angst?)

i’m loving the questions !! <3 thank you for taking such an interest ! 🥺

getou’s philosophy:

• so getou has a PhD in philosophy and does research on the side of his position as a professor.

• he’s one of the few philosophy professors, so he teaches up to 4 - 5 classes a semester. this can include higher levels, major-specific, sub-categories, etc. but he always specifically requests a introduction to philosophy class, a requirement in most majors.

• it’s either that, or they take a speech class with Yuki Tsukumo and her teaching assistant, Aoi Todo. Who, yes, as an icebreaker, make you proclaim your type in men/women/other.

• yuuji took that class lol and now they’re trying to recruit him as a TA, no one could believe he would be the first to be recruited for that

• anyway, back to philosophy, getou has way too much fun being as evil and instigating as possible. you have to speak to get a grade in his class, and he will purposely misinterpret what you say.

• student: i just think in the case of the trolley problem, i wouldn’t hesitate to save more people.

• getou: oh? so you assign value to numbers? are human lives stastics to you? if they throw their money out will you also change your mind? i bet you don’t even care if there was a child on the other side huh? murderer

• you leave his class traumatized lol

nanako and mimiko:

• they are here and are still adopted by getou! they didn’t have the best home life, and moved around foster care for a lot of their lives until they accidentally bumped into getou while they were running away.

• he helped them call their social work and were moved into a better situation, though they begged him to stay in contact.

• a complicated and usual amount of time later, enough for adoption process in japan, he has officially adopted them.

• in present day, nanako and mimiko insisted on transferring colleges to the one getou got a job at so they could stay together.

• mimiko is currently a fashion design major and nanako is her biggest inspiration. she exclusively makes clothes for her or inspired by her and because of that she’s struggling a bit in college, despite being the top of her class.

• nanako is a digital marketing and social media major and part-time model who loves showing off mimiko’s designs. she also likes to bicker with nobara by saying her sister is on a whole different level than her. mimiko doesn’t care but likes the support her sister gives her lol

• mimiko will eventually change her major to graphic design, to someday design toys for children. she likes making clothes because it makes nanako smile, but she loves making toys that she and nanako used to cherish while hiding in the closet from their bad foster parents.

• like i said, nanako likes fighting with nobara, but actually has a lot of fun around her. she also loves panda and thinks he’s so fun and would be a great model. they always get chaotic around each other and turn into instigators.

• mimiko ended up finding an unexpected friendship in toge, he was quiet and she couldn’t understand sign but he always carried a little notebook that he would write notes in for her. they would watch nobara and nanako bicker, and toge would make her laugh by making doodles of them in the pages, and then clap when she drew a better quality version in turn. the way he ruffles her hair reminds her a bit of an older brother. (this is my agenda and i’m dying with it)!!

save ijichi:

• poor ijichi is an education major trying to get his master’s degree. being a teaching assistant was one of the requirements for him to graduate, and being gojo’s teaching assistant is the only position available.

• gojo did not want a teaching assistant, he likes to talk like a squirrel, go on tangents, and essentially not follow a schedule or explain to anyone. having a teaching assistant contradicts that so.

• lol

• gojo enjoys going on a tangent, losing everyone and then pointing at ijichi to answer a trick question.

• he also enjoys playing pranks on him, think of jim from the office. but his pranks are so nonsensical and childish that it gives everyone whiplash. once gojo accused him of passing notes and made him read a note out loud that gojo wrote, it only had a picture of a cat wearing sunglasses on it.

• the students feel so bad for him, when yuuta took the class, he always stayed after just to bow as deep as he could to apologize for his cousin’s behavior.

• every day ijichi tells himself he’s going to get a backbone, then gojo starts laughing and a cold chill runs up his spine

• gojo also leaves all the grading to ijichi but routinely complains about how lenient he is as a grader

• this man is fighting for his life

• in truth, gojo plans to give him a glowing recommendation that’ll guarantee him a high-paying, prestigious job, but he can’t let ijichi think he’s too nice, right?

toge drops out:

• so i think that toge would end up dropping out at the end of his second year in college. he’s just started his major courses, so the majority of his credits are transferable should he choose to come back.

• but it’s after yuuta comes back, and toge expects his mental state to get better. in some ways it does, he’s happy when he’s with them, but when it’s time to go to class he’s right back where he started.

• it’s probably kusakabe, one of his professors, that puts the idea of dropping out in his head. just a passing reference to how the professor dropped out several times before finding what he wanted to do.

• and the idea stayed like an infection, it was all toge could think about when he was finishing up his semester. even worse when their past upperclassmen, who did drop out to open their own bar, came for a visit.

• hakari was so open to questions about it, and kiara looked so happy talking about their business. and all he could remember was how bored and unhappy they were, and how they were thriving.

• and then gojo suggests it.

• “i never really cared about your grades,” he said, “you looked lonely, but you aren’t anymore. but somehow, you’re just as unhappy as the day i found you. all i want for you is to be happy, and i don’t think you’re finding it here.”

• the man was always so uncanny in how he could read anyone’s mind. this time in particular, he offered a solution that toge had never thought about.

• “have you ever thought of culinary school?”

• ‘my parents would never - they’re already threatening to disown me -’

• “let them, i always figured you’d take his last name anyway,” toge chose to ignore that, “but you aren’t alone anymore. so why don’t you try being happy?”

• when toge told yuuta, similar to only a year ago when they were in opposite positions, yuuta asked him softly, “what do you want to do?”

• the answer came easier than he thought

• by the start of the next semester, gojo had helped him enroll in a culinary school nearby.

gojo and getou:

• so these men are the most annoying people to exist at this university, and the board regrets hiring both of them everyday.

• both of them are alumni of the college, and this matters because they had been dating when they were students, but broke up very dramatically just before gojo graduated early.

• they went their separate ways for almost a decade and only really started talking again when getou got hired at the university.

• they only started talking again when shoko forced them to meet her, she wanted her friends back.

• she regretted it only a few months later when they started dating again lol

• so they’re still dating, but everyone thinks that getou is dating manami suda because they were often together.

• but no one mistakes gojo trying to flirt with getou so he has a reputation as a homewrecker. even worse is that getou flirts back so everyone thinks they’re terrible people

• and they think it’s so funny so they only enable people into thinking so, yuuta couldn’t look gojo in the face for a month

• only nanako and mimiko know what’s actually happening and they’re both disgusted and not ready to have gojo as their step-father. megumi knows too but he’s suffering so much that everyone just leaves him alone

• yuuji is so distraught that his gojo-sensei is a horrible person, he and nobara do a confrontation and find out that they were dating the entire time.

• everyone suffers after that because now they find amusement in PDA

• but yes after everything, they do a different storyline every new class like theater kids do

#inumaki toge #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuuta okkotsu #inuokko #ottoge #jjk panda #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #mimiko and nanako #getou suguru #shoko ieiri #satosugu #ijichi kiyotaka #yuki tsukumo #todo aoi #college au

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redactahoe · 8 months

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Tank centric shaw pack headcanons

Tw:// this is unorganized brain rot shenanigans, there will be mentions and talk of Quinn, tanks shitty parents, etc. but it will be mostly fluffy shenanigans also mention of my personal tank headcanons, this also is unedited

Tank was and still is freakishly huge (like bigger than David) in wolf form but kinda “tiny” in human form. And this caused a lot of health issues and social issues. But Mr Asher “I befriend everything that breaths” Talbots(is that his last name??) decided at the age of 14 that he was going to befriend the impossible(or that’s how he puts it)

Asher is one of the few people that could touch tank without them flinching

Tank was born half deaf(like they hear next to nothing without hearing aids) and a little blind in the left eye, so b/c of this Asher with the help of David forced ever single pack teen to learn asl(American sign language) so tank could feel included

Tank also didn’t even realize that they were deaf, they thought that everyone heard like them and struggled for the first few years of life to learn how to read lips (they got to learn sign language w/ everyone else :) )

That is until it was Milo that noticed that tank was deaf and brought it up in the next hang out the teens did(tank wasn’t there cause they were taking care of honey they’re baby sib)

Then the word was passed on to Gabe who decided to take tanker to get some hearing aids

Asher likes to greet tanker by shifting and tackling them to the floor

Asher was the one to introduce tank to music and movies and shows when tank got they’re hearing aids at 15

Asher is a very touchy person and (other than Sam) knows that tank is very touch starved and cuddly

B/c of this Asher used to scare the shit out his mom and dad by jump scaring tank

Most of the pack except for Gabe, David, Milo, Marie, Asher, and a few others are afraid of tank b/c of not only their abnormally sized wolf form but also b/c tank was and still is very instincts based person and more animalistic in nature

Despite the fact that Asher is a giant goofball he still very protective of his pack and mate

The most protective of them all goes tank, David, then Asher. Everyone else is normal

Asher had to be physically held back from running down to the d.u.m.p facility that Quinn was in so he wouldn’t tear Quinn apart

The pack didn’t know the full extent of abuse tank went through until after Quinn was arrested and it’s safe to say that a lot of the pack(including our non werewolf members) had some pretty violent thoughts they wanted to enact on Quinn

When Asher’s parents started traveling and his sister moved tank regularly checked up on him b/c they know what it’s like to feel abandoned

Soon after tanks meeting back in daliha, they had a heart to heart with David explaining that Quinn would’ve only attacked the pack if they were “in his way”. And that the only reason tanks friend was attacked was because that friend consistently called Quinn out and tried to keep tank from falling to deep into Quinn’s manipulation. The said something like “ Quinn is a coward, he would never attack Shaw pack without a sure fire way of getting away with it or if he’s was running out of ways to manipulate me and the pack had too many connections for him to do anything that wasn’t a desperate last attempt.” This is really when it clicked for David that tank really knew what they were doing when they kept everyone away. Sure it was self sacrificing at its finest but tank probably didn’t see many other options

This was even more solidified for him when tank was going on for hours trying to get a rise out of Sam and he said that if tank kept “acting”(whatever that meant) they would’ve forced him to “hurt those precious little humans the Shaw pack keeps around”

Out of spite of what Quinn said about darlin being his last sight before death, darlin, David,angel, sam, Milo, sweetheart,Asher, and babe stayed inside and had a sleepover at the pack house and actively avoid Any thing regarding the execution

Around the time tank and babe started getting close(they’re besties b/c I said so) bab started to work for a research facility they focused on bettering vampires lives and was able to get in contact with William and DUMP to start a experiment to see if they could find a way for vampires to be in the sun by using Quinn as experiment fodder

Babe went ask tank for permission and tank asked why keep him alive babe responded with “Quinn has hurt to many people to just simply die, he deserves so much worse, and hey maybe he could be useful for once in his pathetic life :).

Tank obviously agreed because there was just something so ironic about how Quinn’s want for power and eternity(he use to go on and on about how vampires are superior and how powerful and old he was) would be the cause for his suffering

On that same note babe despite being kinda small can be quite scary

I’m gonna end it hear. I’ll make a part two sometime later

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted honey #sam collins #redacted sam collins #redacted angel #redacted darlin #redacted david #redacted headcanons #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted baaabe #redacted sweetheart

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hxney-lemcn · 1 year

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Dedicated To The One I Love — Connor x gn! reader

summery: A series of events that that reader and Connor share (a bunch of my daydreams put together somewhat poorly)

tw: Connor breaks in and reader freaks out (that one scene with Hank), mentions of alcoholism, mentions of death.

a/n: I'm not super proud of this but it's better than nothing I guess.

wc: 3.1k

Master List

Change is universal, inevitable. No matter how hard you try to push it away, to forget, change will always follow. Change can be slow, barely noticeable until you peer into hindsight. But it can also be fast, like a predator pouncing on its prey.

We all experience change. From the clothes we choose to wear, to a star blinking out of existence. Growing up, my life wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t perfect either. I’ve experienced relative poverty, but also having unwavering support from family. I’ve experienced my mom choosing to nurse bottles of beer night after night, but I also witnessed her becoming sober.

Change will happen. There is no stopping it, no matter how hard humans try. But it’s people's choices that decide what that change will become. Whether it’s a good or bad change, or possibly something that doesn’t fit in that binary. My mother has made many bad choices, but it was an opportunity to make me a better person. Showing me what not to do to better myself.

But change will rock your boat. Like how my mom died suddenly, and I was put under the care of my estranged uncle. I suppose estranged is the wrong word. My mom and him were close. Until Uncle Hank lost his son. We tried to help, offer him support, but he pushed us away and turned to the bottle like my mother once did. So being under his care was like reliving those painful memories once more.

This night seemed to be particularly bad. In my last year of college, I was exhausted half the time. Trying to find a job, an internship, something to help get me out of what’s become a hell hole to me. I didn’t blame Uncle Hank, I can’t imagine losing a child. Yes I lost my mom, but her death was more of just a bitter feeling. I stopped caring for her when I believed she chose her addictions over me, and when she died I was just learning to love her again.

I was just on my phone, scrolling through social media before I turned in for the night. I felt myself calm when Uncle Hanks drunken shouts died down. I tried to ignore the sudden thud that soon followed, he probably passed out somewhere. I felt bad that I would avoid him, sober or not. But I don’t think I can handle looking him in the face.

About twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang, making me jump out of my skin at the abrupt sound. My heartrate picked up, wondering who could be visiting us at night? I heard a muffled shout, barely making out what he was saying, I heard the work title of my uncle. I let out a sigh, getting slightly irritated as the person held the buzzer down for a ridiculously long time. I just turned back to my phone, maybe if no one answered he’d realize it was a lost cause? Was it someone from Uncle Hanks' work? Someone who was unhappy with his work? Rolling my eyes at the thought, I wondered who wouldn’t be unhappy with his work. Things seemed to be peaceful once more. Well until the sound of a window breaking made my heart leap to my throat. My heart hammered as I heard the same voice try to soothe Sumo. I stared at my phone. This is when I call emergency services right?

I felt frozen as I heard the intruder shuffle and try to wake your uncle. Taking a deep breath, I dialed 911 and pressed the green call button before I could back down. Who knows what crazy person is in my house right now.

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“There’s someone in my house,” I whispered, blood rushing past my ears. I slowly got off my bed, looking for a place to hide, but wasn’t overly cliche.

“Do you know who it is?”

“No,” I replied. “They seem to know my uncle, Hank Anderson.”

“Are you and your uncle in a safe place?”

“I’m in my room,” I muttered, heart dropping as footsteps got closer to where I was. My eyes landed on my doorknob and I felt sick when I realized I didn’t even lock the fucking thing. “They’re coming-”

“Police are on the way,” The dispatcher alerted. “Please stay on the line, where’s your uncle?”

I quickly scurried under the bed, my breathing becoming erratic both from the small space of the underside of my bed, to how the footsteps stopped in front of my door.

“Strange,” The voice muttered, muffled behind my door. “It says the call is coming from this room.”

“Where is your uncle?” The dispatcher kept repeating but I quickly hung up. He knew, he knew I was calling 911. He knew where I was. My eyes shut tight, small desperate tears falling down my face when the door opened slowly. The squeak of the door made my heart pump faster in anticipation.

“Hello?” The man called out. I bit my lip, trying to stay as quiet as possible. “My name is Connor. Android sent by Cyberlife to assist with Lieutenant Anderson’s latest case. I apologize for scaring you.”

Opening my eyes hesitantly, I couldn’t stop the scream that escaped me as our eyes met. Jump scare much? I scrambled out from under the bed, the claustrophobia finally getting the better of me. I leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths before finally getting a look at the intruder, only for my breath to be taken away once more due to the beauty of the man, or I suppose android, that stood in front of me.

It wasn’t the best meeting of my uncles companion. Quite embarrassing actually. Especially when the next morning, he was sitting in the living room. I couldn’t help the double take I did, wondering if I should go back to my room or not.

“Good morning,” Connor greeted before I could do anything.

“Uh, good morning,” I greeted back, not sure what to do. I was somewhat confused. My uncle hated androids, so knowing he was working with one, no less letting one stay in his house, made me very confused. But instead of commenting on anything, I went to the kitchen. I decided to get myself something to drink, an excuse for leaving my room. I was too tired for this and I had to get ready for class.

Begrudgingly, I sat down on the couch, hoping he wouldn’t start incessant small talk. I didn’t hate androids, quite the opposite actually. I found them very interesting. I wanted to know how they worked, what their programming looked like, how they managed to replicate the human body so well. Since I grew up somewhat poor, we never owned an android, not that I fully agreed with owning something that seemed so human anyways. So my interactions were limited. It never failed to amaze me how lifelike androids were, and Connor seemed to take the cake.

His fingers tapped against his thigh, his gaze elsewhere. He looked so human, acted so human, the only reminder of him being an android was the spinning blue led on his temple. I wonder what he was thinking about, what he saw.

“I apologize for scaring you,” Connor spoke up, brown eyes meeting mine. I looked away, the eye contact making me uncomfortable.

I couldn’t help the awkward smile that fell on my lips, “You’re still on that? Its okay, I probably should’ve answered the door anyways.”

“I should’ve done more research on Lieutenant Anderson,” Connor rebuttled. “I would’ve changed my approach if I knew he was housing another person.” I glanced at him and I couldn’t stop the genuine smile, his eyes held an innocence that made me completely forgive him for the absolute heart attack he put me through yesterday.

“It’s kinda funny now that I think about it,” I chuckled lightly.

Connor’s brows furrowed lightly, confusion splayed across his features, “How so?”

I opened my mouth to explain, but paused, not exactly sure how to explain it, “I guess cus the situation was so absurd? It’s not everyday you become an acquaintance of someone you called the cops on.”

His led spun blue again, clearly thinking over my words, “I’m not sure I fully understand.”

I took a sip of my drink, not sure how I could make him understand, “I’m sorry, I’m not the best at explaining things.”

“It’s okay,” He replied, “Perhaps I will understand in the future.”

Checking the time, my eyes widened, wondering where all the time went.

“Shoot,” I muttered, standing up quickly and rushing to my room. I got dressed as quick as I could before grabbing my bag. “Bye Connor,” I waved to him on my way out. His departing words faint as I was already trekking to my car.

Soon, Connor became a comforting presence in the mornings. Once, I used to like getting ready alone, no one to bother me or make me cranky. But now…it was nice with Connor being there. In fact, I kinda looked forward to it.

“Hm?” I hummed out confused as Connor placed toast in front of me on the coffee table. I looked up at him confused.

“It is recommended for humans to eat a balanced meal in the morning,” Connor explained. “Unfortunately, I was unable to make anything but toast.”

I blinked, and suddenly I felt myself melt at the action. I smiled sheepishly, taking a slice, “Thank you Connor. This was nice of you.”

Every day Connor seemed to do something that would make my heart beat a little bit faster. I knew it was stupid. He was an android, he couldn’t feel, he didn’t care, he was only there to hunt deviants.

So why did he slightly smile when I told the lamest joke in the world? Why did he scold me when I didn’t take care of myself? Why did I catch his stare lingering, or how he’d come to me with questions that others refused to answer?

“I still don’t think our meeting is funny,” Connor said randomly one morning. I was currently house hunting. Having a steady income was a nice change of pace and I was excited to finally get a place of my own.

I glanced up at him, “Oh?”

Its been a few years since I met Connor and so much has changed. For one, androids had their freedom. Two, Connor ended up being my best friend, as he’d confide in me and I him. I had found a well paying job and things were finally looking up.

“In fact, I feel guilty when I think about it,” Connor frowned. His gaze fell on me, his eyes soft and he reminded me of a kicked puppy. “I wish I made a better impression.”

I rolled my eyes, “Connor, if anything, you made quite the impression. And besides, if I was really bothered by it we wouldn’t be friends now would we?”

“But-”

“No buts,” I interrupted. “People make mistakes, it’s apart of life. You grow, learn, and change from them. Besides, why don’t you apologize to uncle Hank about it? He’s the one that was really bothered by it.”

“Th-that’s different,” Connor rebuttled, leaning closer to me.

“How?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s not you,” Connor breathed out.

There it was again. The common occurrence of my heart skipping a beat. Of my heart melting. Of me falling deeper than I already was. So deep in fact, that I’m not sure if I could crawl out of it anymore. The occurrence of Connor saying something so sickingly sweet that I was surprised my teeth didn’t fall out. Something so hopelessly romantic that I wanted to just confess all these overwhelming feelings. No matter how common this would happen, it would always leave me breathless, and a memory for me to rewind like a broken record.

I wasn’t sure how to reply, wondering what he meant by that. Did he mean in the way I was currently hoping he did? Or was it just because we were close friends? Was I looking to much into things? Why did Connor seem so desperate in this moment?

Our eyes met intensely. His brown eyes searching deeply within my own. I felt a certain tension fall over the room, or was that just me?

“Your special to me,” Connor confessed, saying my name in the same breath. “Different than anyone else I’ve met. You’ve cared for me, guided me, make me feel alive.”

I stared at him with batted breath. I couldn’t believe my own ears. Was he…confessing? Do I…confess my own feelings? Did he understand the weight his words currently held? That he was currently cradling my heart in his hands, and could crush it without even realizing it? His sweet, brown eyes once again seemed to be searching for something.

“Your special to me too, Connor” I whispered. “I’ve never felt as close to someone as I do you. I love making you laugh, even if my jokes are dog shit, I love seeing you smile, and I’m glad you trust me enough to confide even the smallest things.”

I thought I’d be anxious to confess my feelings outloud, but I felt at peace as his gaze was soft, dare I say adoring.

“You got to be kidding me,” I heard uncle Hank grumble as he passed by the living room. “You got a room for a reason kid, take the cheesiness elsewhere.”

I flustered, breaking the intense staredown Connor and I had held.

Ever since that conversation, I noticed that Connor seemed to be more affectionate. His hand would brush mine more often when he’d hand me something. He’d hug me more often, arms lingering longer than normal.

“Holy shit,” I grinned, eyes wide in disbelief. I just found a place and managed to buy it. I just had to give the down payment and I could move in right away.

Energy buzzed through me and I left my room to find Connor. Uncle Hank sat on the couch, his drinking habits have improved significantly. Connor stood a little farther away, hunched over a stove. He’d taken up the hobby of cooking, in fact he would pout when he couldn’t cook me something or if I’d already eaten.

I beelined towards the handsome android and hugged him from behind, “Guess what?”

“What?” Connor asked, cranning his neck to try and look at me.

Letting go, I stepped beside him, “I got my own house!”

His smile fell, before retaining a clearly fake smile, “That’s amazing to hear. When do you move?”

“Probably in the next week or so,” I replied, for some reason feeling…guilty.

His stare didn’t shift from the pan that sat ontop of the stove, his shoulders tense. I fidgeted with my fingers, unsure how to make the situation better.

“I’m proud,” He muttered, the words sounding forced.

“It’s going to be hard to keep up with my payments,” I said without even thinking. My heart beat faster as I surmised that it was too late to back up now. “It’d be nice to have a roommate to help lighten the load.”

I stared at the brown haired beauty from the corner of my eye as he seemed to piece together what I was hinting at. His gaze swept over to me and I almost choked at how hopeful he looked.

“I-I could help,” Connor stuttered excitedly. “I make more than enough at the precinct now…a-and I don’t mind sharing a living space with you.”

He reminded me of a golden retriever with how he always seemed to try and please me. The thought made me swoon. And only made me double my efforts in showing him I cared as well.

“Okay than,” I nodded. “Hopefully uncle Hank won’t mind-”

“Please!” Hank exclaimed. “Get the hell out of my house so I can finally rest in peace.”

Connor and I looked at each other before falling into a fit of laughter.

“I suppose that answers that question,” I teased with a grin. “Better start packing mister, we’ve got a house to start decorating.”

The sound of sizzling grew louder and Connor tried to save the meal he was making. Apologizing when it was burnt.

I let out an exasperated sigh, trudging up to Connor who stared at me concerned from the couch. I laid down, resting my head on his lap, frowning in frustration. Today was just a bad day and I wanted to cling to the one comfort I found consistent.

Connor didn’t hesitate to run his hand through my hair, soothing my touch starved self. I didn’t even realize I let out a hum of content at the contact. It was nice to share a space with Connor, not having to worry about uncle Hank walking around and making teasing comments.

“I got you a surprise…” Connor trailed off, his nails scratching my scalp in a pleasing manner.

“Is it a bad surprise?” I asked, wondering if he was buttering me up right now.

“I think you’d enjoy it,” He hummed. I opened my eyes and met his loving gaze.

“Do we have to get up?” I grumbled.

His smile was so soft, I just wanted to lean up and kiss him.

“I assure you it will be worth it.”

I froze when I heard a bark. I stared up at Connor in shock and he just gave me a smug grin. I scrambled up, running towards his room where the bark came from. I opened the door without second thought and a puppy barelled towards me, jumping up to meet me. A kitten trailed not too far behind, exploring the world around it.

A giddy smile rested on my face as I sat on the ground and pet the puppy. Connor joined me, petting the kitten that sniffed at him curiously. When my gaze met Connor’s, my heart stuttered as he was already staring at me with that goofy grin of his. I lept at him, embracing him but also making us fall down, startling our pets. I squeezed him as tightly as I could, and he held me firmly as well.

“I love you so much,” I confessed without even thinking. I froze, turning ridged in his hold. I tried to pull away but Connor only held me tighter.

“I…love you too,” He breathed out, nuzzling his face into the side of my neck.

Change will always happen. Where androids were once seen as emotionless slaves, they turned out to be complex beings, seeming more human than actual humans. When you thought that you’d never be close to an android, you ended up loving one. Things won’t always be perfect, as mistakes are a step of change, but as long as the intentions behind your choices are good, good is likely to follow. And you couldn’t be happier with the choices you made that led to this moment.

#connor dbh x reader #dbh connor x reader #rk800 x reader #rk800 connor x reader #detroit become human #dbh #dbh x reader #detroit become human x reader

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evenfall-au · 9 months

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A Moment With You

Rating: M TWs: Alcohol Mention Prompt for Frans Monthly August: [Rain] Word Count: 3,982

Cross posted to Ao3 here!

@frans-monthly

They say life is a party, a gala, that you should enjoy it before time passes by and before you know it the party’s over. At least that was what Frisk had been told since the early days of her childhood.

So then why wasn’t she having fun?

There were swaths of men and women both human and monster alike conversing and laughing together at whatever jest had been made or topic given. It was plain to see many were enjoying themselves simply basking in shared company.

But Frisk stood aside, awkwardly nursing what remained of her lemon juice as her gaze panned the intricate lounge with barely a pause. Sans had departed some time ago with a regent of whom Frisk didn’t know concerning business that involved the new market place opening up just at the rim of Asgore’s dukedom, leaving her completely and utterly alone.

Not to say there weren’t people attending that Frisk didn’t know, in fact she knew quite a few, but they all seemed otherwise preoccupied with people she didn’t know. For example: she’d tried to join in on a conversation the Duchess Raitha from the neighboring dukedom had been a part of but she’d quickly found herself disinterested when they’d began discussing the latest fashion from across the sea.

Frisk loved clothing as much as the next person, but for tonight she couldn’t bring herself to find a draw in the topic. Frisk was used to attending Gala’s and Balls, but this was her first soiree and as much as she’d have loved to relax and make a good impression she was finding it wasn’t the most…exciting. Sans of course fit into the atmosphere as easily as he did every event they attended, if anything this particular type of gathering was right up his alley with amused and calm games of cards and low droned music playing gracefully from a piano somewhere in the far corner.

But not Frisk’s.

She felt very much out of place.

And exceedingly bored.

“Ma’dam De Nocturné,” Frisk jolted at the sudden voice, not expecting a server to have approached her. His smile was amused but warm as he continued, “Forgive me but you seem to be out of drink. Would you care for another?”

A quick glance down proved his words to her surprise. A bit startled still and now slightly embarrassed she forced a smile. “Um, yes I would appreciate that. Another lemon juice if you would?”

“Oh I am afraid we are out of fruit my lady.” The way Frisk’s expression dropped must’ve broken his heart as he frowned in one instant before smiling hopefully in the next. “But if I may? You’re looking a tad uneasy, a Mint Julep should help to prevent the vapours. It’s rather delicious as well as refreshing.”

A Mint Julep?

Frisk wasn’t one to indulge in drinking often, an odd glass of wine for supper maybe but that was very rare and often with a meal. She didn’t partake of it for tonics nor social gatherings as she’d seen her mother or similar ladies of her class do. Frisk had seen what too much alcohol could do to a person’s inhibitions.

However, she was kind of thirsty now that the server had mentioned it…and surely only one couldn’t hurt. It would be a treat truthfully. Her lemon juice had been refreshing but a bit bland, and she’d heard that Mint Juleps were typically very flavorful, even sweet. Not to mention the lounge was slightly stuffy from the warm summer heat outside even at this late hour.

“I suppose…” She murmured. “Just one wouldn’t hurt.”

The way the server seemed to light up and grin at her agreement— probably excited that he’d managed to have a smooth conversation and give significant input with a noblewoman, Frisk thought sadly—brought a smile to her own face as he began to mix the drink from the trolley beside him.

The moment he handed the drink to her and it touched her lips Frisk immediately knew it was too much. It was far too sweet, caused her skin to immediately flush with heat, and burned!

She tried to hide her coughs behind her hand but even still it barely did a thing to hide the racket of her lungs as several guests glanced curiously in her direction. Frisk closed her eyes tight and did her best to control the reflex, forced her wheezes to become long drawn out sighs and deep breaths as she silently counted to ten. Once she felt confident she could speak again she handed the drink back to the man who looked as if he was struggling to contain his own laughter while she did her best to look anywhere but at the whole of the room.

“I think wine will be just fine!” She squeaked.

He didn’t say a word as he handed her the new glass, simply bowed and made a suspiciously quick exit, maybe to avoid the second hand embarrassment Frisk currently felt or to perhaps avoid any possible retribution for having inadvertently made a noblewoman look foolish. Though she suspected it was more so he could finally break down in his humor with how his shoulders shook.

She took a wary sip, and let out a small sigh. Much better! It was mellow with just a hint of grape, and most of all didn’t make her feel as if she’d swallowed a hot coal. Frisk dared a quick glance around and caught the abruptness with how quickly those still watching turned away.

She was starting to really dislike soirees.

Frisk kept to herself, and to her drink. At least she tried too. At some point midway into her glass an exclusive selection of wines were brought out to be pursued for purchase, with free drinks being offered for sampling. Surprised and a little excited to finally have a social activity she could participate in, Frisk was rather quick to join as the names and companies were listed off while sips were taken. Opinions were given and Frisk listened with mild interest until she began to listen wholeheartedly with vivid interest upon her fourth glass.

The room was warm and she felt as if her feet were trying to balance on the deck of a ship, but Frisk honestly didn’t care as she giggled to herself at something Lord Lional said regarding the new spirits tax coming into effect. The golden hue of her eyes were locked on his mustache, watching fascinated as the curled corners wiggled with every word he spoke and the tilted with every slight change in expression.

It was as if he had a really cute fuzzy white caterpillar on his face.

She had the wildest urge to touch it.

“partial to the bordeaux?” A deep husky tone whispered in her ear.

Frisk didn’t bother turning away from the sight before her, she’d know that voice anywhere with the way it made her heart skip, and waved her hand around behind her to grasp Sans’ before tilting her head back and speaking in what she was sure was a small whisper. “If you watch closely you’ll see it move!”

Sans was silent as his eyelights panned from Frisk’s face to where she was staring transfixed.

Lord Lional’s mustache did a little jig as he finished off his glass of wine.

Frisk giggled.

Sans’ grin widened as he chuckled along with her. “amusing as watching an old man’s hair wiggle about is, how about we step out for a sec?”

Frisk shivered as she felt the back of his gloved knuckle brush the back of her neck just under the locks of her hair, the soft satin a blessed coolness against the heat that only seemed to climb with Sans’ sudden closeness.

His breath ran hot over the shell of her ear, fevered. “get a quick bite to eat?”

Grinning and heart racing she tossed back the last of her drink, causing Sans’ sockets to widen and go full ovaled as she sat the empty glass aside and eagerly took his already captured hand in both of hers. “Yes, please take me away from here.”

Frisk thought she saw a flare of blue cross his cheekbones but if it had it was gone quicker than she could blink. His sockets lidded and his grin turned sly as he turned and began to expertly weave them through the fringes of the group, out the side glass doors and onto the crescent shaped veranda, just off to the side beneath the overhang where they couldn’t be seen.

Once outside her eyes widened. She hadn’t realized it’d been raining, but the coolness it offered was more than welcome as she held her hand out to catch a few of the stray droplets.

Sans watched her with a quiet calmness as Frisk laughed at a drop falling onto her dress before stepping back, a blush tinting her features in a rosier hue at the wetness that should have been expected.

She was clearly inebriated, tipsy at the least.

It was adorable.

“tasted more than one wine i take it?”

Frisk looked as if she’d been caught stealing from the proverbial cookie jar as she tucked her hands against her chest and bit her lip. She averted her eyes as she timidly responded, “...A few.”

“hm.”

“Are you upset?” Sans was surprised at the sudden worry in her eyes.

“no, you’re a grown woman. you’re free to indulge in what you choose. i just find it humerus when i see someone tipsy for the first time.” He winked.

"I'm not tipsy!" She defended as his pun flew right over her head.

"clearly." He agreed.

"I'm not!" Frisk crossed her arms as she cutely puffed out her cheeks, before quickly deflating. "Okay, I am a little tipsy."

Sans' grin curled higher at the corners.

She frowned at him curiously. “Have you never been tipsy?”

He didn’t know what to say.

In his long life Sans had never felt the need to drown his sorrows or find happiness at the bottom of a bottle. He’d had curiosities sure, he’d indulged in some of the more unsavory practices that humanity and monster both had had to offer once or twice, to his own regret.

But getting drunk?

He’d never managed it. He had stopped trying when he’d cleared out an entire tavern all by himself and then had compensated the man for his loss in revenue. Well, the supposed loss after what Sans had given him initially. Sans had felt at most a little warm, but that was it.

He hadn’t been particularly disappointed or anything though. Having watched countlessly as men and women alike celebrated and wept, Sans hadn’t felt a sense of loss. He may not have known what it was like to be under the influence of alcohol but that didn’t mean he didn’t find others enjoying it any less amusing or entertaining to watch.

As far as he could tell it was a harmless habit anyway, in moderation at least.

So he simply said, “nope.”

“Oh.” Frisk seemed just as lost at how to respond. "So…if you drink from me you won't be affected?"

It was true that things could affect the blood when the host had consumed something or partook of a substance. It was why hobbyist hunters often mixed in ingredients to foul the blood supplies when able. But Sans had had his fair share of drunkards on his plate and he’d never been afflicted in such a manner before, so he found the question rather silly.

But then again, it was Frisk who was asking.

The image she conjured of him sinking his fangs into her skin with the promise of her blood, combined with the inquisitiveness of her intellect made his soul thrum wildly in his ribs as the urge to feed narrowed his focus into a heated glance. Sans chuckled as he moved closer, his azul gaze pulsing with a fiery intensity that left Frisk breathless as she instinctively backed into the wall behind her, but also caused her to reach out and place her hands upon his chest as he pinned her in place with a forearm beside her head.

Slowly he reached up and twined a lock of her hair around his finger, twirled it as if it was the most fascinating thing to have ever caught his attention as he savored her stuttered breath and the rapid beat of her heart echoing in his acoustics.

Frisk shivered as his gaze met hers, tone low, teasing.

"why don't we find out?"

The world faded: the cool night air ceased to be and the sound of the rain was little more than a muffled note as Frisk watched her hair gently slide free of his touch, and felt his hand softly graze past to cup the back of her jaw—enticing, guiding her head up as his skull moved closer that the proximity caused goose pimples along her arms and the feeling of static of a touch just on the precipice of contact.

"Sans…" She whispered, helpless, wanting.

His thumb stroked tenderly over the swell of her cheek, right before he bit down.

Fire seared through Frisk’s veins as her nerves sang with euphoria, toes curling as all she could do was cling to his coat in an attempt to stay upright as her knees buckled. It was rough how she dug her hands into his lapels, desperate the way his hold on her shifted and his hands tangled in the fabric of her gown at her waist and cupped the other side of her throat as he used the press of his body to support her.

She whimpered.

Sans grunted.

His vision spun even as his sockets remained closed, basking in the taste of her as the warm ruby flow of her life danced across his senses and made his soul roil with a primal hunger that bordered insanity. Only the fleeting brush of her hair and the tug of his coat kept him in check as he drank with a fervor that would never be satisfied, that would never have enough of Frisk. A hot throb ricocheted through his bones as her blood joined with his magic, leaving him dizzy as the need to consume and take slowly died down into a low contented simmer.

Gently, Sans forced himself to let go and sealed the fresh mark he’d left upon her delicate skin with a slow lavishing brush of his conjured tongue. He was abuzz with energy, magic crackling with powerful overflow as it was every time he ever fed from his darling bride.

He frowned.

…’Darling’?

Slowly Sans pulled back to gaze at Frisk, his mind struggling to wrap around the sudden, almost dopey, surge of affection he felt towards her and went silent.

She was panting, hair a mess as a pretty blush played across her cheeks despite him just feeding from her. It reminded him of something cute, like a pretty pink peony in fresh bloom to greet the spring. The world tilted slightly and Sans had to blink and give a quick shake of his skull to clear it.

Weird, odd. Bizarrely he felt as if he could taste lemon on the back of his tongue. A hint of mint that didn’t sit well with the citrus and made him grimace.

For the life of him he couldn’t understand what was going on.

“Sans?” Frisk asked, voice pitchy and rasping.

He couldn’t help grinning at hearing it. “yeah?”

“Are you…alright?” She whispered.

His eyelights were wobbly around the edges, and the blues a faintly lighter shade than normal.

"yeah."

Frisk stared at him and then giggled, making his grin go crooked. He wondered what it would take to get her to break into laughter, she always had the most enchanting laugh.

"Sans?"

"yeah?" The way her lips curved was cute. How the tiny little things pursed out even cuter as he continued to stare at them.

"I think my blood did affect you."

He blinked slowly as her words registered and chuckled as it explained the rash emotional shift he was experiencing and the unbridled fascination he had with the subtle changes in her expression. Had her eyes always been so bright? So deep that he felt as if he could wallow in their depths for hours?

"yeah."

"Is that all you can say?" Frisk teased as she covered her mouth with a hand to hide her amusement.

That wasn't fair. He wanted to see her smile. With a frown he reached up to remove the offending limb and then kept it prisoner in his so she couldn't steal the sight away again. He loved how soft her hand was, but then again all of her was soft, always squishy and warm.

Both her eyebrows rose.

His eyelights flared bright. "...nah."

Frisk couldn't help blushing again.

Oh no, she thought, he was too cute! Sans and cute in the same sentence left her speechless, and more than a little bit curious as she cast a mischievous glance out at the rain before zeroing back in on her husband.

With a wiggle that had Sans momentarily widening his sockets she slipped out of his hold and rushed behind him to the top of the steps that led down into the front yard. She paused as she stared out before speaking. "I'll be honest: the night has been dull thus far."

He frowned, concerned, and went to say something as he turned to face her but Frisk quickly held a hand out to him with an incline of her head.

“Dance with me, please?”

Sans looked out at the downpour with a squint, recalling something about Papyrus…and clothes? He also took note of the wet grass and waterlogged animal shaped bushes lining the perimeter. They were really creepy looking in the dark and left a disturbing shiver down his spine.

But the second his eyelights flickered back over to Frisk he froze.

She looked so hopeful, her eyes as wide as saucers.

He couldn’t bring himself to say no to her, not only was she too adorable for this world but he also felt guilty hearing she’d not had fun as he thought she would, it left a bad taste in his mouth and made his soul stutter with disappointment, so instead Sans smiled warmly as he wrapped an arm around her waist and took her hand before spinning them both right into the rain.

The second her laughter echoed out like the chime of a thousand pearly bells Sans felt his head spin with giddy delight. His gaze was solely on her as they moved without rhythm but in time all the same, a chaos of uncoordinated footsteps and random patterns that somehow flowed well together. They danced, to no music or chorus, only to the tune of their joy. There were dips, spins, twirls.

A moment where they stopped and went still as they tried to catch their breath.

A moment where their eyes met with equal red and blue flaring across cheeks.

Water soaked her gown and hair, ran down the planes of her face leaving shimmering trials of light in their wake. In that exact moment Frisk was the most stunning vision Sans had ever seen in the entire millennia that he’d spent alive, and if he’d had a heart rather than a soul, he was sure it would have stopped.

Just as soaked as she was, Sans' eyelights hazed around the edges as they lit the space between them with an ethereal glow that turned the water racing along his skull and bones a soft mesmerizing cyan. In that same moment Sans was the world and more, there was no one else.

They were both so sure that if they’d met under different circumstances, if they’d met with different existences, that they’d have still fallen for each other just as hard and just as passionately as they had now.

“I love you.” She whispered.

Sans’s hands slowly framed her face as he pressed their foreheads together. “heh same, love.”

They connected, lips and teeth, and they stood there lost in the rain.

Lost in each other.

Sans had to grit his teeth to prevent the groan escaping his throat as he adjusted the cloth on his skull yet again. Frisk was sound asleep in his lap and the last thing he wanted was to disturb her, not if she would feel an ounce as bad as he currently felt upon waking.

The feeding…had not gone as he’d expected, at all.

What was supposed to be a quick indulgence, albeit a much desired one, had turned into another revelation and shock to his system. Once more Frisk had baffled him with the unknown effects her blood could have on him by not only accomplishing what no other including himself had done–gotten him intoxicated--but also by how she’d somehow managed to extract them from the soiree and get them both back home when he could barely recall what happened after biting her at all.

Was this what being inebriated meant? Did people really enjoy this and seek it out? His magic was pounding in his skull and through his joints like a violent tambourine, and the cloth soaked with raw healing magic barely helped to ease the ache he could feel radiating in the voids of his sockets.

An interesting side note in Sans’ rambling thoughts was the explanation of how exactly this had happened. All that he could scratch together in his current state was the possibility of their bond combined with the intent that had been shared between them when he bit Frisk had heightened his magic’s receptiveness to what had been coursing through her blood stream. Sending him right over the edge as if his soul had been directly soaked in a jar of brandy, rather than experiencing a second hand breakdown as his soul absorbed it after the initial deterioration consumption normally caused when eating.

But that was just a theory as of now.

Sans did learn one thing at least; he detested getting drunk.

Never again.

Frisk shifted against him and he gently adjusted his arm to hold her better. Once she settled Sans glanced over at the crystal decanter he kept on the desk and bottle of sherry tucked away behind it that he’d locked inside of a clear glass box the second he’d gained coherency.

Drunkenness was also far more dangerous than he realized.

Frisk had convinced him so easily into doing something like dancing in the rain when in his right mind he would’ve refused on the basis of Frisk catching a cold and Papyrus getting upset (as he was when they got home) over the new clothing he’d sown them for the occasion being ruined. Not to mention his spotty memory when such a thing was of vital importance to a monster in his position.

It wasn’t difficult to imagine Frisk going through the same thing, and it made his soul twist.

Anyone could make a foolish suggestion to her, anyone could take advantage, and she’d be powerless to refuse them. He’d foolishly left her alone not knowing better the depths alcohol could affect an individual having only ever witnessed it. He’d been smug, too confident that what he’d seen was a phenomena he’d never experience and therefore not worthy of his caution.

There wouldn’t be a repeat of what happened tonight if he had anything to say about it. No more soirees where wine tasting was on the list of activities with even the slightest possibility that Frisk would be unattended.

The guilt sat heavy in his chest as his skull gave another thunderous pound.

Frisk’s beautiful smile surrounded by droplets flashed across his vision.

Never again, he vowed.

#undertale au #evenfall #frans #sans x frisk #fransmonthly

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As someone who’s been through multiple therapists and psychs, you’re super not wrong about these people bringing their biases to the table. I’m lucky enough that I

1. Was an older teenager

2. Had friends who had had decent mental health help already

3. Already kinda suspected the shapes of what was “wrong with me” and

4. Had an innate sense of “no that seems like bullshit” before I went in with these people.

The first therapist I ever saw met me as a 17 year old alt girl, and when I tried to talk to her about thinking I had anxiety issues she cut me off before I was done explaining and told me I was self diagnosing, that was causing my problem, and we wouldn’t “entertain THAT” any further.

The second therapist I ever saw met me as a 18 year old trans guy, pre-everything, during the pandemic. She listened, but she had no experience with the trans community and I had to teach her everything about anything I wanted to talk about with regards to that. She was nice, but she couldn’t help me. She didn’t know how.

The third therapist I ever saw met me as a 21 year old young man. She figured I had everything sorted out already. I didn’t. She never tried to change her mind or delve deeper. At this point I couldn’t afford to waste my time, so I asked to be recommended to a psych and she said sure. After that we didn’t talk.

The first psych I went to was very kind, and absolutely did not do his due diligence. I came in with a shiny recommendation from a therapist (that he didn’t verify), so he all but handed me the medication with no explanation and I only ever spoke to him over the phone after that. It was a low barrier to entry but the medication wasn’t right and I didn’t know I had other options. He made it seem like I didn’t.

The psych I’m seeing now put me on a medication that reacted poorly with my inhaler because she didn’t cross check if they would be any drug interactions. I came back and asked for a different medication. She was going to put me on a different one, and then I asked her to check if there were any interactions with this one. Turns out there were severe ones. I ended up going with a different medication, it seems to be working. It would probably work better with help from a therapist, but I don’t have the time or money for that right now. And quite frankly I’m tired of trying to convince people to help me when I have to explain what I think is wrong with me for them to listen. Only for them to decide that I’ve already figured it all out and they don’t need to try.

So uh. Yeah. Lots and lots of stories from me and my friends about clinicians of all age and experience ranges that go from horror stories to just disappointing and unhelpful. Some of these people had been practicing for 20-30 years and they STILL weren’t any better at empathy or not being horribly biased.

first of all holy shit it really fucking sucks you had to go through all of these terrible experiences while accessing care you deserve and need. i'm not surprised these terrible interactions happened, and I can't even be disappointed considering the bar of standards is in hell. The "better" experiences a lot of folks have with clinicians align with your second therapist. They are clinicians who just genuinely have no worldview outside of their own, but are receptive to new information...they just have no drive to learn how to apply new frameworks of ways of thinking to expand their worldview and guide their clients. The worst is literal malpractice, ableism, and violence against clients.

a lot of people who go into the mental health field don't actually have the skills related to active listening, empathy, or curiosity based out of humanity. I say this to a lot of people in the social work program, but social work is the same pipeline as mean girls who go into nursing--it's just full of the girls who were not smart enough to go into nursing that decide to go into social work. Same breed of mean girl seeking power over others, just different contexts of public service.

the only hope i have is in the new generations of mental health clinicians who are BIPOC/queer, anti-carceral, disabled themselves, and who are mentally ill as well. I feel more solidarity with my neurodivergent peers in my program who can barely finish an assignment on time than I do with the white women who have never experience hardship in their lives. Not to say neither of these people can't experience easy or hard times in their lives but man....seeing the roadblocks in some of these people's worldviews, empathy, or conceptualizations of other people's struggles is fucked up.

the mental health field is just another medicalized, over-policed, and racist institution that wants to shove people back into the workforce ASAP. we are in hell!! but just know there ARE people and groups and orgs out there that are dedicated to radical work and will name all the hypocrisy, pain, and oppression that exists in working in this field.

thank you tho for sharing your experience and input. I can only hope that your experiences moving forward are positive and liberating for you <3

#muertoresponds #like brother we are in hell!#my last therapist is a zionist so yea we are literally in hell #there are really cool and awesome clinicians out there tho #it feels so freeing to openly talk about palestine with my therapist and shes like yea fuck zionists!#there are people out there dedicated to being safe and radical people #godspeed to anyone else in the social work field or who is training to be one #im trying to get my degree my license (maybe) and just fuck off #i only want to work independently or in higher ed

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