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pinkerthings · 2 months

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the significance of mileven simply not understanding each other (pt 1):

(others have brought this up before but I think it’s a bit overlooked imo)

There are numerous times throughout Stranger Things where Mileven is shown to not be on the same wavelength, and the Duffers like to make it quite apparent to the general audience.

Starting with the obvious scenes:

“BLANK makes you crazy”

El is literally staring at Mike like she has NO idea what he’s trying to say.

Shes STILL confused even after he tells her it’s something old people tell each other:

Like girl…. i KNOW you were watching them soap operas and old timey romances during that year in Hopper’s cabin. You really expect us to believe you have no clue what he’s trying to say?

This scene was written like this on purpose for two reasons: comedic effect and diving deeper into mileven.

Back to not ever being on the same wavelength:

I talked in this post here about Mike being okay with El standing up to bullies in the past when it came to Mike or Will, but Mike suddenly not understanding when it comes down to El defending herself against Angela, showcasing the idea that they are definitely not in agreeance over what happened at Rink-O-Mania.

The Duffers like to purposefully write Mileven out of step with one another.

It seems as though every season has something negative in store for the couple, and not in a fun, slow-burn agonizing romance type of way, but in the frustrating “why can’t they just work it out” kind of way.

Season 1 obviously has El “dying” and leaving Mike for a year, but on a smaller note also has Mike trying to explain to her that if she moved into his house, Nancy would be like her sister, but he would not be like her brother. She does not understand this, and has her classic confused face on.

Season 2 has her being gone and coming back to see Mike with Max, and even though nothing happened between the two of them, El was still cold to Max when they first met, showing even if El is incapable of knowing what the word “love” is, she still somehow knows what jealousy is.

Season 2 also brings us an interesting scene with Erica and Lucas, where the dialogue just seems….really off and random.

Lucas catches Erica playing with his He-Man action figure and gets mad, taking it from her. To which she says, “Hey! They’re in love!”

Lucas responds with:

The scene is extremely random and the dialogue is just weird to me, the only explanation it being a metaphor for something in the show, and the only viable explanation is Mileven.

Season 3 has the entire “boyfriends lie” side plot, resulting in El dumping Mike for lying to him about his grandmother after Hopper’s talk with him. Their relationship the entirety of season 3 is the epitome of immature pettiness caused by jealous and hormonal teenagers who don’t understand what being in a real relationship entails--

We get El and Max spying on the boys:

Eleven is a mystery to Mike, he pretty much says it himself.

Their whole relationship is based on immaturity, and the audience knows that. The audience can see that the two of are clearly immature and don’t have what it takes to be in a real, committed relationship. That’s the point. Their relationship in season three is almost entirely to move the plot around in whatever way the Duffer’s want, and to showcase the idea that their relationship in screen is nearly always shown in either a comedic, pre-teen immature light, or a jealous, misunderstood, and petty light. There is almost no stable relationship between the two of them in season 3. It’s either too clingy or too toxic or full of lies or immature, blah blah blah. The only scenes of them either not making out or fighting is the last scene of them together right before the Byers move, and that’s a whole scene in itself to unpack!

Season 4 is where things get a little chaotic, as if things weren’t chaotic enough.

There are so many miscommunications and misunderstandings with Mileven this season, but the big ones include:

El feeling like Mike thinks of her as a monster-

and Mike looking at her like she just spoke badly about his favorite Star Wars movie-

Directly after that we have Mike saying El is being "ridiculous" because she's upset that he won't tell her he loves her, and him calling her a superhero, the complete opposite of what she wants to hear in that moment, but Mike doesn't understand that, because who wouldn't want to be called a superhero? (his way of thinking)

Later on we get Mike recounting this to Will, saying, "and if I would have said that thing..." etc.

Mike can't even say that he loves El to other people, and we're expected to believe it's still true?

We also get this:

another misunderstanding on Mileven's part. El thinks Mike doesn't love her (at this point, does he?) so she finishes her letter the same way he has: From, El.

Next we have Will and Mike's conversation on top of the car:

"I think it's just scary to open up like that, to say how you really feel, especially to people you care about the most, because...what if they don't like the truth?"

I've said it before and I'll say it again,

why would El NOT like the truth if the truth is that Mike loves her?

Mike nods at Will's words and looks away, seemingly lost in thought. Why would he agree with Will---that it's hard for him to open up to El because she might not like the truth---if the truth is exactly what she wants to hear?

It literally makes no sense.

We also get the Byler van scene, where Mike compares her to a superhero yet again, something she clearly does not like (I don't have a vid but here's the official script, where he says the same thing):

Also El being Superman and him being Lois Lane in the analogy....okay.

Next we have him calling her a superhero YET AGAIN ! during his monologue:

Like girl if I was El I would just give up at this point. This is the last thing she wants to hear. She doesn't want to be a superhero all the time, she just wants to be a person ! a girlfriend ! a friend ! a daughter ! yet Mike is making it seem like the main reason he loves her is because she's a superhero, which she hates.

And lastly we have:

"Did she...talk to you at all?"

"Not much, I mean...a little bit."

Let me get this straight......you finally confess your love to your longtime girlfriend in the midst of her fighting a literal monster & monster from her past while she is being strangled and held captive all while she's also trying to save her friend from death, and she doesn't say anything to you for TWO days after?

Ladies...the Mileven break up is writing itself, really.

And that is a thread on how the Duffers intentionally write Mileven to be on different wavelengths with each other every single season without fail to showcase how incompatible they really are.

They are setting this relationship up to where you want more for both parties; El deserves to be loved the way she wants to be loved, and Mike deserves to be loved the way he needs to be loved (if u know what i mean)

In part 2 I will discuss the importance of byler understanding each other, juxtaposed to mileven hehe bye !

part 2 analyzing Mike & Will here !

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #eleven #stranger things 5 #finn wolfhard #jane hopper #st5 #mike and will

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blasphemecel · 1 month

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Michael Kaiser, Shidou Ryuusei — Red

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader, Shidou Ryuusei/Reader WORD COUNT: 1.5k TYPE: Humor, Bad Flirting, Petty argument WARNING(S): tw Kaiser, tw Shidou

Kaiser is maybe pissed off or developing chronic depression (or uncovering a long going, underlying mental health issue).

Well, not to be overdramatic, but his life has fucking sucked ever since he came to this wretched place they call ‘Blue Lock’!

More like stupid shit lock, but he wouldn’t be caught dead saying something this immature out loud. Yoichi scored one more goal than he did — an entire goal, one of it, in surplus that is — and made a fool of him. Now Kaiser is spiraling and wanting to prove himself like a loser, when he’s the one who’s supposed to make others feel this way.

What is happening right now, in front of his very eyes, is egregious torture. Cinnamon to sauté the pear of anguish in.

He went looking for you in an only slightly creepy stalkerish way, which he already wasn’t happy about, since he had to walk around this soulless building and see too much of it at once. And when he finally finds you in one of the few communal spaces (gross, by the way), what are you doing? Betraying him by talking to Sae’s pink pervert and laughing. Your audacity to have fun while Kaiser is suffering is insolent. Ness should give you a yellow card for that.

Even if it’s below him, Kaiser can prove himself, though, both on the field and when it comes to strange rivalries with questionable undertones. He is better and more deserving of all attention, including yours, and he’s going to show you. He’s going to show you so hard, you’ll regret your ignorance so much that you’ll drop out of here and go back to school or whatever the fuck.

With this objective in mind, he reminds himself to act natural and walks up to you. In fact, Kaiser is confident no one has acted this natural before.

“Hi,” he says in an unnecessarily firm tone, with the most forced smile of all time. Maybe he should’ve come up with something before interrupting your conversation, now that he thinks about it.

Your heads snap in his direction at the same time with a weird synchrony. “Hi,” Shidou mocks, imitating Kaiser’s expression, going as far as to suck in his lips to make it seem more exaggerated and stupid.

Somehow, this situation strikes you as awkward, so you settle for staring at him expectantly. He probably had a reason to approach you, right?

“How… are you… doing?” Kaiser asks, ignoring the bug in favor of swinging an arm around your shoulder and leaning in way too close to your face. This is mostly an action meant to distract you from how strange he is acting. The only language he is proficient in is shit talking, so now he finds himself at a loss for words.

Shidou, however, is adept at smelling weakness. Without thinking twice about it — pathologically impulsive — he pushes Kaiser off of you, and his grin grows menacing. Now he’s the one draping himself over you, and he looks at Kaiser, who seems a bit caught off guard all things considered.

“We,” Shidou points a finger at himself and then at you, maybe attempting to insinuate something, “were doing great! And then the double-rat-tailed wonder came in.”

The who?!

Kaiser maintains a cheerful facade. “I don’t know if you’re aware because you seem quite stupid, but the point of a nickname is to be short. At least my hairstyle obeys gravity.”

“Wow, hear that? No way you like ‘em uptight and snobby like this guy, babe.”

“Really? Because I would’ve thought the vulgar type who treats the plays leading up to scoring a point like edging doesn’t suit you at all. Right, darling?”

Babe? Darling? May God touch these people’s wretched souls.

“Aww, you remember that? You watched me? Good times. I’m getting so popular.” Shidou lets go of you, much to your surprise. Then he stretches like a cat and yawns, overdoing it just to illustrate his boredom with Kaiser’s presence. “Anyway, forget about gravity. Pink is much better than blue-”

“No, it isn’t,” Kaiser argues childishly, crossing his arms.

“-We all know it! And what do you have in your hair? Blue. And what do I have? Pink.”

“This is stupid. They’re just colors.”

“Someone’s mad he doesn’t have pink instead of blue.”

“What? You’re so dumb. You know it’s not natural, right? I made the choice to dye it blue. If I wanted pink, I would’ve-”

“‘You’re so dumb. You know it’s not natural, right?’” Shidou repeats in a snotty tone, then throws you a meaningful glance and snorts, waiting for you to join in on the bullying. Apparently mimicking Kaiser is something he’ll add to his list of things he considers funny from now on.

You wonder if either of them have noticed you’re yet to speak at all.

“Well, what about you?” On cue, Kaiser addresses you. Are you seeing things, or is his eye twitching? “You understand opinions about colors aren’t objective, don’t you?”

Shidou perks up. “What do you prefer? Pink or blue? You love pink, right?”

“No, I bet you’re just… obsessed with blue. I bet it’s all you can think about, along with football, of course.”

“But isn’t pink so much more energetic and wild and cool and lovable?” Shidou flutters his lashes and strikes a pose as if he’s trying to act coy but in a manner so overt, it becomes clear he’s not really trying to sell his performance.

Are they even talking about colors anymore?

You shrug, deciding to treat the situation like a game. “I haven’t decided yet. Convince me which one I should pick. Get me on board.”

“I have a car,” Kaiser blurts out. Is this the only positive quality he thinks he has when it comes to his personal life? You don’t know if you find it funny or sad.

“So what?” Shidou asks, unimpressed on your behalf. “I’ve always wanted to hijack a car.” Then he wraps his fingers around one of your shoulders, overcome with excitement all of a sudden. “Let’s go on a date when this is all over and hijack a car! We could hijack his car.”

“See, he’s psychotic.” There is an arrogant smile on Kaiser’s face again.

“You’re also kind of crazy,” you say.

“There are no positives to being with him if you think about it rationally,” continues Kaiser, like he didn’t hear you calling his sanity into question. “Even if you wanted to be a deranged criminal, he’d just get you caught. Me, personally, I could plan it all out with you.”

Scratch that, he’s an overly willing lunatic who’s shielding his emotional dysregulation by talking about logic. Like that’s ever worked for anyone.

“So what if I’m impulsive? There are positives to being with me, duh!”

“I doubt it.” Kaiser’s skepticism is palpable.

Shidou’s gaze returns to you, so he can look at you straight on while delivering his next line. “Well, I’d give you a really enthusiastic massage.” Oh, this is the route he’s taking. Ok. “Jitter up your neurons like you do mine.”

“Do you even know what a neuron is?”

“Even a foot massage?” you ask, amused.

“Sure, I can do a foot massage.” Shidou remains carefree at the suggestion.

“Do you know foot reflexology?”

“No, that’s so boring.” You frown, just for the sake of seeing his reaction more than anything. Shidou tries to amend the situation, “I can learn?!”

“You can’t let him massage you anywhere,” argues Kaiser, and he seems quite offended by the notion. “He’ll probably do it wrong and fuck you up because he’s a brute. You’re gonna get injured.”

“Well, can the blue rose princess do any better?”

“Stop calling me convoluted nicknames. And maybe not, but I could hire a massage therapist with a five star rating or something. How’s that sound?”

“You’re such a robot! You’d rather be with a brute than with a robot at the end of the day, right, babe? Team pink wins all day.”

“How am I a robot?”

Gleefully, Shidou expands on his point with his grin turning even more devious, “It’s not about giving a good massage! It’s all an excuse to be all over someone. And by the way, you don’t seem cuddly at all. I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole.” His definition of ‘cuddly’ is probably questionable considering it includes Sae, but still.

“What! Yes, I am! Don’t talk about touching me, you moronic deviant!” Kaiser then deflates and seems a bit unsure despite the earlier conviction and aggression in his outburst. “I mean, if you think it’s an attractive quality, that is. But if you find it degrading, then I’m not huggable at all.”

Wow, they’re both suckers. You wonder how far you’ll be able to push it in the future?

#blue lock x reader #michael kaiser x reader #shidou ryuusei x reader #shidou x reader #kaiser x reader #bllk x reader #bllk x you

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daisynik7 · 10 months

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hey! :) if you dont mind doing my request here it is! angst/smutty/fluff where reader fucked up they argue and it was really bad but goes to jean appartment to apologize and they have makeup sex :3 thx u

Pairing: Jean x f!reader

cw: established relationship, language, angst, fluff, smut – daddy kink, PIV sex (doggy style), sex without a condom, cream pie

Author’s Note: WEEEEE my very first Jean fic EVER. Thank you for the request, anon! I had fun writing this one. I hope you like it! 😘

“Jean, what’s wrong? You’ve been quiet the whole car ride.”

He stands beside you in silence, arms crossed, watching you unlock the door to your apartment, brows knit in a tight scowl. You open the door, entering first, hearing him slam it shut, startling you. “What the hell? Seriously, what’s wrong?” You hang your jacket on the coat rack, slipping your shoes off simultaneously.

He looks towards the kitchen, avoiding your gaze. “Nothing.”

You roll your eyes, knowing damn well it’s something. “Please, baby. Just tell me.” Stepping towards him, you wrap your arms around his neck, pouting.

He sighs. “You were flirting with Eren all night.”

The accusation makes you laugh at first. But when he continues to glare, you stop. He’s actually serious. “I was not flirting with Eren.”

“You were. You wouldn’t stop talking to him.”

“We were sitting right next to each other; I didn’t want to be rude,” you defend.

“And he kept touching you, and you just let him. It’s like I wasn’t even there.”

You try to recall how the night transpired. The two of you attended Mikasa’s birthday dinner at a swanky restaurant. The entire gang was there, including Eren, who Jean is always weird about for whatever reason, despite being good friends with him. They’ve known each other since they were kids, always pitted against one another, a constant competition in all aspects of life. Who’s stronger, who’s smarter, who gets the most action. Even as adults, they never grew out of it. Jean always felt bested by Eren, which didn’t help with his insecurities. But the one thing Jean has that Eren doesn’t is you. And maybe that’s the deeper meaning behind why he’s so upset tonight.

It might be the wine from earlier muddling your memory, but you don’t remember Eren touching you. Well, except for his hand on your shoulders, laughing at whatever funny story you were telling him. Or when he brushed his fingers along your neckline to inspect the dainty gold chain Jean gave you as an anniversary gift two years ago. And there was his palm resting on your bare knee underneath the table, slowly creeping up your thigh before your boyfriend had to pull you out of your seat to use the bathroom. In the moment, you weren’t aware that whatever was happening between you and Eren was flirting. Honestly, you’re still unsure, but now that you think about it, you can see why Jean is upset. But being immature and petty, you won’t admit to it. You don’t take his claims seriously, deciding to tease him just a little bit to push his buttons.

You grin, squeezing his cheeks between your hands. “Well, I can’t help it. He’s hot. I wish you weren’t there.”

Immediately, you regret it. It’s a mean joke that preys on his insecurities, and you only realize that now as you see the look on his face. His jaw hangs open, eyes betrayed, staring at you dumbfounded. “Are you serious right now? Why would you say that?” He escapes from your grasp, stomping into the kitchen for a glass of water.

You swallow hard, knowing you fucked up. “Jean, you know I’m kidding. It’s a joke.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” he replies sarcastically, chugging his drink.

“Baby, I wasn’t flirting with Eren. Maybe he was flirting with me, but I was definitely not doing it back.”

“Oh, please. You were giggling at all his jokes, batting your fucking eyelashes at him. You were definitely flirting, don’t give me that bullshit.”

“You’re overreacting.”

“I think I’m reacting the perfect amount, actually. I mean, how would you feel if I started rubbing my hands all over Christa? Or Mikasa?”

Annoyed, you scoff, muttering, “Like you haven’t already tried.”

His expression worsens into a grimace. “What?”

“Nothing,” you respond, almost certain he understood you.

He stays silent for a moment, letting the situation sink in. Eventually, he murmurs, “Fine. If that’s the way you want it to be, I’m leaving.” He makes his way towards the door, face red with anger.

“Jean.”

“Go ahead and call Eren. Since you didn’t want me there in the first place, you’re free to do whatever you want now. Go fuck him, for all I care.”

“Jean!” You yell out, tears welling in your eyes.

He doesn’t look at you as he exits the apartment, slamming the door shut without another word.

~~~

Jean sits in his own apartment, sulking on the couch in front of the blank TV. He’s got the remote in his hands but hasn’t bothered pressing any buttons because his mind is reeling over the fight the two of you just had. This might the worse one yet. And he’s not sure how it can be salvaged after what was said.

He’s mad at you for making his insecurities a joke. He’s mad at himself for yelling at you instead of explaining that is actually hurts him deep down. Both of you could have handled the situation better. But, of course, emotions get in the way of logic, causing a bigger mess than necessary.

It’s been almost an hour since he stormed off. He checks his phone for any notifications. Nothing. The urge to call you is strong, but he resists. Maybe he needs a bit more time to collect himself.

The buzzer rings. Heart thumping, he presses the intercom. “Hello?”

“Jean. It’s me.” There are bits of static on the other end, but it’s undoubtedly you. “Can we talk?”

He sighs, relieved and excited to hear you. Without saying anything, he buzzes you in. Within minutes, you’re knocking on his door. When he opens it, he finds you cuddling the Pompompurin plushie he bought for you at the Sanrio store ages ago. Your eyes are swollen from crying, clad in your favorite sweats. Unable to contain himself, he wraps you in his arms, resting his chin on your head.

“I’m sorry!” you cry out, sobbing into his shirt.

“I’m sorry too,” he says, squeezing you tighter, the plushie suffocating between your bodies. He waddles the two of you into his apartment, kicking the door closed.

“I shouldn’t joke about it. I know how you feel about Eren. It was mean and I’m so sorry.”

“I know. I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I was jealous and insecure, and I was taking it out on you. I know you weren’t flirting with him. I know you’d never do that to me.”

“And I was riling you up on purpose. I shouldn’t have done that. I was being cruel and petty for no reason.”

You finally let go of Pompompurin, tossing it to the floor to embrace your boyfriend fully. The two of you stay in each other’s arms for a while longer. Finally, you peer up at him, sniffling. “I got your shirt all wet.”

“I’m going to take it off soon anyways,” he says playfully, bowing his head to kiss you on the lips.

You giggle into his mouth, kissing him back, tugging lightly at the hem of his t-shirt. He grabs your hand to lead you into the bedroom, stripping off his clothes in record time, boner sprung stiff against his abdomen. You follow, removing all your clothes until you’re naked, laying on his bed, thighs spread wide. He immediately positions himself between your legs, lapping at your clit.

This is how most of your little fights conclude: in the bedroom, having the nastiest makeup sex. Jean continues to slobber all over your pussy, sucking and flicking his tongue on your bud until you’re whimpering for him. He slides his middle finger inside you, curling at the tips. He adds his ring finger in, pumping his digits in and out of your wet slit, mouth still latched on your clit. You come like this, a high-pitched whine escaping your throat as his fucks his fingers inside you, the wet squelches lewd and arousing to your ears. He dribbles his spit on your swollen pussy lips, smearing it around you, getting you extra wet for his cock.

Sliding down the edge of the bed, you turn over to wiggle your ass for him. He smacks it, watching the flesh jiggle upon contact. “This is all mine, right princess?”

Craning your neck to face him, you grin, shaking your ass some more. “All yours, daddy.”

He bites his lip, grabbing your cheeks with both his hands, spreading them. “Daddy’s gonna give it to you so good right now. My little slut is gonna get pounded by this fat cock.”

Your knees tremble with anticipation, eager for him. “Give it to me. You always give it to me so fucking good.”

He slides his cock in smoothly. “I do, huh? I know how to make my baby girl cream all over this cock.” His thrusts are rough and fast, exactly how you like it. “Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good around my cock.”

“Yeah? You like this tight pussy?” You throw your ass back, his dick stuffed in your pussy, hitting that sweet spot.

“I love this tight pussy. Fuck,” he curses, gripping your hips tightly as he pounds away at you.

He’s buried so far into your womb, you almost feel it in your belly. “Fuck! Right there!” you whine, hand pressed to your abdomen.

“I give it to you good, huh?” He tightens his grasp on you, railing you harder. The bed squeaks below you noisily. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

You gulp down whatever saliva is gathering in your mouth, wiping away the drool leaking down the corner of your lips. “You’re the best, daddy. The best I’ve ever had.”

“That’s fucking right. You’re so good for me. Such a slut for daddy, fuck.”

He finishes inside you, filling you up with his load. After he pulls out, he watches the cum ooze out of your slit, fingering some of it back in. You turn to lay on your back, face up, smiling at him. He spoons you from behind, sliding his arm around you waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I love you. I’m sorry about tonight.”

“We’re a little past apologies now, aren’t we?” you joke, interlacing your fingers with his.

He buries his nose into your neck, inhaling your familiar, sweet scent. “I know. Still, I hate it when we fight.”

“Me too,” you respond, snuggling closer to him. “I love you.”

It’s silent for a moment, before he asks, “So, do you really think he’s hot?”

This time, you pretend to fall asleep, a clever smile on your face.

#jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirschtein smut #jean smut #jean kirschtein fanfiction #jean kirschtein #jean kirstein #jean kirstein smut #jean kirstein x reader #requests #jean requests #aot requests #aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot jean smut #jean Kirstein x you

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starryjkoo · 4 months

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This might be a controversial opinion but some of y’all need to learn to pick your battles and stop chasing the validation of PJMs and JJKs. Who cares if JJKs are hyping some fictional friendship and writing fanfictions because Jungkook stood next to some random dude twice? Who cares if solo fanbases crop out and don’t post the whole picture (that no one should be reposting btw)? Who cares if PJMs and JJKs don’t acknowledge their friendship? As long as they aren’t dragging Jimin or JK, or even overtly saying anything negative about their bond, literally why do some of you guys care what solos of all people think?

It’s odd to me that some jkkrs will go into solo spaces and then try to get them to acknowledge a member you know they hate and regularly drag. What are you expecting to happen? JJKs actually not mentioning or paying attention to JM is literally the best case scenario. I absolutely wish they would never look at him or talk about him or post anything about him ever again. I literally don’t care if they think JK loves random solider #2 or Mingyu or an inanimate object more than he loves JM and neither should you. They are NEVER going to acknowledge Jikook’s friendship, so stop expecting them to. That is literally one of the least offensive things I’ve seen them do this week alone and it doesn’t actually hurt Jimin or JK, it’s just annoying.

100% make fun of them in your own spaces for being so lame and immature about Jikook enlisting together, they ARE super weird for hyping up this random friendship they suddenly invented (and yes I know they were likely doing it on purpose), it IS really frustrating and sad how dismissive so many people are about Jikook -- but I still don’t understand what some jkkrs were expecting. I sincerely hope that whenever the Jikook travel show drops they keep cropping them out and pretending they’re besties with random bartenders and camera men because the alternative is them dragging JM and JK and their entire bond nonstop. Solos are NEVER going to acknowledge their friendship and I wonder why some jkkrs seem to want them to so bad? You are CHOOSING to go into their spaces and be annoyed that these people who call JM slurs and animal names on the regular don’t want to acknowledge his friendship with JK - and some of you are literally antagonizing these people you KNOW have no morals over something like this.

This whole issue snowballed because so many people are bored and miserable right now and tkkrs especially are looking for a fight ever since Jikook enlisted together (or honestly probably since Tokyo). I see how jkkrs can make an innocent post and get jumped and tkkrs can say the most heinous shit about JM and jkk imaginable and get away with it -- but if you’re active online you should know how it is and learn to pick your battles if you actually care about the people you stan. There was no reason for JM or JK to get dragged over something like this.

Anyways this isn’t the end of the world or anything, but I did watch this whole unnecessary drama unfold and opened my twitter account this morning to see report accounts STILL trying to clean it up, so I wanted to rant a bit. I’m sure the Jikook show will unleash the most heinous discourse imaginable so I’m saving my energy for that. Obviously people can do whatever they want, and I’m not saying jkkrs shouldn’t rant or be upset about it in their own spaces, I was just surprised by some of the reactions. Jikook enlisting together makes it obvious to anyone with a brain how close they are, that’s why the people who hate them are being especially weird and petty and obnoxious. JJKs were writing about how JK tattooed ARMY on his knuckles because he knows ARMYs hurt him or whatever just the other day so idk why some jkkrs were expecting them to suddenly celebrate his friendship with JM who they literally hate more than anyone else.

#jikook #sorry to bring twitter discourse here #again 😣#but every now and then #i need a good rant #because i wasn't seeing enough people calling this out #and if it doesn't apply to you #it doesn't apply to you #i know it's not all or even most #but enough i wanted to make a point #discourse

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starryeyedadmirer · 1 month

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I wonder what Chris does when his tummy doesn't feel well... definitely whines like a baby but what else? What about Matt and Nick?

Chris:

Yeah, Chris is all whiny… just like an annoying child. He wanders around aimlessly — his hand pressed against his protruding midsection — going on and on about how badly he needs tummy rubs, and how he wishes someone would “just suck it up and caress his little belly” (his exact words). With the promise that he’ll stop whinging if someone — anyone — just gives it a good rub, the deal sounds promising enough. Chris wants you to believe that he’s only joking about it… that the voice he’s using is supposed to be the punchline… but, in all truth, you know that he’s incredibly desperate for those tummy rubs. All he wants right now is comfort and tender, human connection. Oh yeah… and he’s not holding back those farts at all😂. The man is loud and proud, when it comes to his butt-bombs… and he follows each one up with a hearty laugh.

Nick:

Nick can be a little bit bitchy when his tummy isn’t feeling so nice. He gets all quiet… almost robotic… and doesn’t want to be bothered. Don’t touch him, don’t talk to him, don’t say his name. Like… even having someone look in his general direction may start him on a passionate tirade😅. His belly is all big and tight — which makes him super insecure — and he tries his best to conceal it, any way that he can. Of course, his go-to move is to wear an oversized sweatshirt/T-shirt… but, just to be extra cautious, he keeps his arms wrapped tightly around his midsection, too. It may seem like he’s angry… but, in reality, he’s just laser-focused on maintaining his composure, and trying really hard not to let out a raunchy fart… or something worse. That would be mortifying! Really. The way he sees it, if he lets anyone else onto the fact the he’s not feeling so good, it’ll turn into this whole big thing… and he just doesn’t feel like dealing with any of that.

Matt:

Matt’s definitely a trooper… at least, when it comes to dealing with the uncomfortable feeling that’s turning somersaults in the pit of his gut. Sure, he may complain a bit… but, all in all, he’s the least disturbed of the three. He’s more worried about how Chris and Nick are doing than he is about himself — watching them closely, checking up on them, and making sure that they’re doing relatively fine… for the condition that they’re all in. He refuses to rub Chris’s belly… because that’s weird… but he only briefly hesitate, before asking the nearest person to take one for the team, and do whatever Chris asks of them. In his head, Matt’s racking his brain for what may have caused them to feel so bad — thinking over the entire day, to pinpoint exactly what it was. The second Chris starts acting a little too immature, or Nick gets overly-feisty, Matt is quick to chastise them both, and remind them that they’re not the only two idiots who are in pain. Maybe then, he uses his own pain to guilt them into behaving… but, truthfully, he’s not too worried about himself at all. As far as farting goes, he doesn’t dare. Chris and Nick are already handling their discomfort poorly… and, if Matt’s farts are really as bad as the other boys say they are, it’s in everyone’s best interest that he keeps them contained. Of course, it hurts his tummy, but he doesn’t make a big deal of it.

#starry eyes #thanks for the ask!#christopher sturniolo #nicholas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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acuar-io · 3 months

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Hello everyone, as some of you know, I had deactivated my old account due to harassment and other asks I was getting. Amongst other things, I was in a bad place and felt anxious and unsafe, so I deleted.

I could delete a blog and leave for a couple of months, but I can’t delete the bullying and harassment I was a part of when it came to @yooniesim on that blog. This is a public apology from me to them. We spoke in Dm because I reached out to apologize, but they are deserving of a public apology. If this makes you uncomfortable or you’re looking at me funny because this is someone you don’t associate with, feel free to unfollow or block me but I’m apologizing because I was out of line and regret my part in the hate they’d receive.

This might come to a surprise to some of you or if you don’t know what I’m talking about you’re confused.

If you’ve followed me in the past, you’d know I didn’t like yoonie/ceci. You’d know I’d use them as the butt of the joke, just because. Even though I had them blocked and they blocked me. Instead of just blocking and moving on…

I’ve talked shit about ceci publicly and interacted with posts questioning their identity that was very problematic and disgusting especially as a non-black person. I’ve also said some stupid shit in private that I regret.

I have reflected on this for a while now and have regretted ever speaking out of line towards ceci. Not even to their face I’ll tell you that. As a non-black Latino who claims to be an ally of the black community and as someone who is also mixed race, I should have known better to ever speculate or question ceci’s racial identity when people were always questioning and assuming mine. I was doing the same shit people were doing to me, to them. My stupid speculations lead to serious harassment being sent to ceci.

Not only that, but I was in a space that I shouldn’t have been in that was speculating their racial identity, egging on and making fun of them. Because I personally believed in my stupid ass theory that they weren’t being truthful about their race. *the problematic Mapanou post*

Mapanou made a post calling ceci a koreaboo and compared them to logic (the rapper) “holding on to that 25%”

I made a comment on that, making a joke. I don’t exactly remember what I said because when mapanou added to that post they added some weird rhetoric about mixed black ppl that I won’t get into because that isn’t a topic I should speak on, but I deleted my comments after seeing them add that to it.

I just know I was questioning their race and cracking jokes in that comment section.

Feel however you feel about ceci. That’s your prerogative, but I’ve felt guilt and I’ve felt hypocritical all this time and I’m not asking ceci to be my best friend and I’m not doing this to look like a saint. I’m doing this because I want to and because I know what I did was wrong.

Anybody else that has had an issue with them in the past, that’s their business and their business alone. I’m not here to talk about other peoples issues or experiences w/ ceci. I’m here to talk about my part in this.

At the end of the day, I was a bully. I was egging on and adding petty remarks and jokes to be funny. They weren’t funny at all, they were stupid, ignorant and immature. I’m truly embarrassed of this behavior.

If I simply didn’t like this person, I should have just blocked them in the first place and move on with my life, but I didn’t.

This is something I want to learn from and move on from to be better and do better. All of this occurred months to a year ago, but I look back and hate how that was me in the beginning to mid-2023/2022. That isn’t something I’m proud of. I know some people know me for being truthful and honest but that shouldn’t have to be at the expense of others. And being truthful and honest doesn’t always mean you’re in the right. You can be incredibly loud and wrong.

I’m done with simblr drama, simblr discourse, whatever you want to call it. If I don’t like someone or see something weird I’m just going to block and move in silence, that should have always been the first option. I’m just here to vibe and share my sims with the community and see people’s creativity.

I don’t have any ill will against anyone, I don’t want to spread hate to anyone and I don’t care for chisme (gossip) about others or myself. I’m done being that kinda person.

I am so sorry for everything ceci, I know an apology cannot change the things that came from this, but I hope we could coexist on this site and have respect for each other when we pop on each others timelines.

Again, I’m apologizing for my part because I deem it necessary after so long and I strongly believe that my doing was foul as fuck and wrong. Whatever issue anyone else has with Ceci is there problem and there’s alone. I cannot speak for others. I can only speak for my side and no one has to publicly speak out, but I’m choosing to do so because I was questioning ceci’s racial identity and cracking jokes about it.

#fae.txt #this apology was long over due #I know this may come as a shock to some but I felt in my heart that I had to do this and I wanted to do this #especially after taking a break from this site #im going to stay logged off after posting this bc of anxiety but I’m glad I did this

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codgod · 5 months

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ik you wanted to move away from this topic and you are totally allowed to not answer but its insane how puritanical the twitter mcyt fandom is (and have always been for years) without any sort of critical thinking. and this is talking as mostly an outsider bc i dont participate in these fandoms really. i could understand it during dsmp times bc i feel like a lot of them were kids and when i would see people get upset about even certain JOKES and make huge callout threads for twitter users i was like 'well they'll grow out of that.' but a LOT of the qsmp fandom are adults, and at a certain point you have to actually analyze how you act and how you expect others to act bc this is ridiculous. its a fundamental misunderstanding of what 'boundaries' even are (charlie can not tell YOU what he isnt comfortable with you doing, you dont know him, only what he isnt comfortable with seeing) and this weird moralistic mindset even i think is strange and im literally catholic. and from a community of mostly queer adults!! can we think for 5 seconds about how we talk to and about people we perceive as bad or sinful or whatever please. idk where im going with this, you just werent the only person harassed on twitter recently in the name of 'boundaries'

i do wanna point out that several of the people who were getting mad at me on twitter had their ages listed at 18 or younger, iirc the youngest was 14. i think there was like two people over 20. so i really don’t hold it against them if they were being kinda immature

besides that though yeah i do generally agree with you that it’s a little ridiculous

#.qna #twt bullshit #discourse

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peggy-sue-reads-a-book · 5 months

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MERRY CONSENTMAS. Let’s talk about personal space/belongings. I’m thinking of kids particularly but this could apply to anyone.

Ok so you’re at someone’s house. You wouldn’t invite yourself into the primary bedroom to have a look around, right? It shouldn’t be different for kids’ room. That is also a safe, private, and personal space for somebody.

Just because the same child was super excited to show you their room and all their stuff last year doesn’t mean they feel the same way this year.

Honestly, adolescents are even more likely to be self conscious of their space and stuff than adults.

If there is a kid moping in a corner with a sketchbook, they don’t want to show you or explain why they’re drawing fanart of emo elves.

It’s going to feel extremely violating if you pick up that sketchbook and start turning pages. That’s not fun. If you are genuinely interested in their artwork or the book they’re reading, try asking a specific question. Remember, if someone is drawing or reading or playing a phone game at a big holiday event, they probably feel really weird and shy right now.

Food can also feel very personal. Idk, for adolescents, everything is personal. No one needs to justify being a vegetarian or gluten free or whatever. You’re smart, you get it.

Did you like being spoken of as if you and your siblings were a monolith of age and preferences? Of course not, especially when you were in middle school and thinking a lot about differentiation. There’s a big difference between asking the parent “Do your children ____” and asking the kids, “Do any of you guys _____”. I don’t care if it’s identical quadruplets, it goes a long way to show you see them as whole-ass people.

Teenagers are not going to think it’s cool if you try to act like their peer in any way shape or form. At best it comes off as immature and at worst is kinda creepy.

Say it’s a shared room. The younger child really wants to show you around. It’ll go a long way to ask their roommate before going in.

LAUNDRY. This is a normal thing to want to help with, and might be to totally fine. It might also be embarrassing for older kids.

Little kids too, especially around potty training. If someone needs help getting cleaned up, they might just want their parent.

When in doubt, ask “is this special to anyone?” before using something/sharing it with other kids.

Literally no one wants to hear your opinion on who’s sleeping with a lovie at what age.

I repeat. I do not care if there is a 17 year old with chest hair in this house wearing a blankie on his head like Linus from Peanuts. This Christmas, give the gift of minding your own.

And for the love of sweet baby Jesus, KNOCK.

#merry consentmas #personal boundaries #boundaries #relationship safety #christmas #kids #children #consent #consent culture #bodily autonomy

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starsofmilos · 2 years

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Partners (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: love love LOVE your fics and I was wondering if you could possibly do an adrian chase x fem!reader who just so happens to be a bit child-like and kinda crazy in a way. basically, her and adrian already have an established relationship however some tend to think it's weird that the known vigilante is with someone who's a bit on the wild side and has a tendency to become reckless, also has some child-like quirks (not like immature or anything). the team and her ending up doing a mission and reader has to make her her way into the one of the areas and plant her reckless bombs...while also causing some trouble. while everyone's worried she'll make things worse, adrian is there to keep things in check for as he's the only one who can calm her her down (to a certain degree at least).

Request: also, kinda wanted to preface a few things about the chaotic/childish reader fic: 1, the reader is kinda based off jinx from arcane in some ways. 2, her childish and chaotic behavior I think would come from some form of trauma...and 3! I think, because adrian is kinda the one to comfort reader whenever she gets a bit too wild, I think there should be a little scene where some voices in her head cause her to act to hard and she almost hurts someone on the team but adrian helps her through keeping her calm.

So I love the idea!! I’m all for it, but unfortunately I’ve never seen the show arcane! I’m sorry I saw your other anon saying how she was supposed to based off if it, so I did the best I could and hope you like what I’ve come up with.

Masterlist

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, violence, chaotic energy, mentions of troubled past, trauma

Adrian had been lonely. Well he didn’t want to admit that he was, because according to him he had no emotions like normal people. But he was.

Peacemaker had already been in prison for a long time and as much as Adrian didn’t like to admit it. He didn’t have many friends.

Well more like no friends. He was fine with it though. Being Vigilante was time consuming along with juggling his job. He didn’t mind the quiet nights.

Not one bit.

Things changed though the second he found a drug operation he had been after for a while.

He shot his gun left and right humming a small tune as he looked around for any more of the gang members. This was a bit more boring than he thought it would be.

That until he stumbled across their hidden basement.

“Hello!! Anyone else down here waiting to die?” He groaned hearing no commotion.

“I guess this is what I do now inspect creepy dark basements of gang leaders.” He grumbled a bit finding a switch. Adrian looked in confusion seeing a door with multiple locks on it.

He hummed approaching it cautiously “Whatever is in here they obviously wanna hide it really well..”

“How could they afford good locks like this?”

“They’re drug dealers how else would they afford it.” Adrian jumped a bit hearing a voice. The small crack in the door opened up a bit showing your eyes.

“Hello..Oh wow you’re the one they’ve been talking about! They kept laughing saying how there was no way you would find him. I guess don’t underestimate the man in the teal suit!”

You laughed as Adrian stared in shock. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.”

Adrian chuckled a bit, “Pshh..You didn’t scare me!”

“Really?” You sarcastically called out as he nodded.

“You jumped.”

“Did not.”

“Did too!”

“Fine! Whatever do you know where they went?” You hummed.

“I’ll tell you if you let me out.” Adrian laughed again as you pouted.

“Uh yeah not happening for all I know you’re a criminal like them as a matter of fact.” Adrian cocked his gun pointing it towards the small hole.

Your eyes widened as you cried out, “Wait! Wait! I’m not a criminal! I promise! They have a getaway through the sewers! They told me they would come back for me later, but I was hoping to escape by then okay!”

He nodded putting his gun away turning to take off. “Alright thanks for the info help will come for you eventually.”

“Wait you’re gonna leave me here!?”

“The police will deal with you. You’re not my problem.” You hit the door angrily trying to think of a way for him to come back.

Adrian hummed as he began to walk back up the stairs. “I can help you! If you let me! I know where they’re going! I can show you the sewer tunnel myself!!”

“I’ll find it just fine-”

“No you won’t! It’s hidden really well! They have it hidden really well and there’s a code! I know a way to go around the code!”

“Do you know the password?”

“Well no-”

“Then you have no use.”

“I can get it down! I swear to you! Just please! Let me out?” You pouted hoping he would listen. Adrian sighed.

Who knows how long you’ve been locked here?..

“The second you act out-”

“You can shoot me! Scouts honor!” He smiled a bit under his mask pulling out his lock picking set.

“Alright sit tight.” You jumped in excitement hearing the locks fall off. Adrian tensed up hearing you squeal the second the door opened.

You ran out excitedly enveloping him in a tight hug. “Thank you thank you!!”

“Welcome?..” He was confused as you gave him a huge grin jumping up and down in excitement.

“Oh right! Come on!” You grabbed his hand leading him to the far corner of the basement. Adrian’s eyes widened as you threw a huge cover down showing him a huge door.

“See passcode!” Adrian nodded humming.

“And how do you plan on getting the door off?” He asked you a bit amused. You smirked softly grabbing some cleaning supplies.

“I need one of your bullets.”

“What?”

“Just one! Promise!” He sighed but handed you one willingly. You hummed a small tune grabbing some duck tape ripping a piece with your mouth.

“I just realized I never got your name.”

“Oh my name?..”

“Yeah your name. You do have one right?”

“Oh yeah of course I do..No one has asked for my name in a long time..My name is Y/N! Nice to meet you teal suit guy!”

“You can call me Vigilante.”

“Okay Vig.”

“No it’s vigilante.”

“You say tomato I say to mah to.

He laughed a bit annoyed as you stood up attaching something to the door.

“What is that?”

You grabbed his hand dragging him across the room using the door from where you were locked as a cover.

“It’s a bomb.”

“WHAT?!”

An explosion rung out destroying the door completely. Adrian laughed in shock as you excitedly smiled.

“Is this why they kept you?”

“No I’m a chemist. I’ve been studying chemistry since I was six. I know what to mix to make the certain drugs they wanna sell.”

Adrian was a bit in shock from how nonchalantly you admitted that to him. Well he was also conerned.

“Did they make you?” You nodded with a small smile.

“Yeah, but it’s alright now. You let me out!” He smiled a bit under his mask as you grabbed some more cleaning supplies to set up gases. His eyes widened in confusion seeing you grab an empty bag putting it all away.

“Alright let’s go!” You moved forward yelping when Adrian pulled you back by your forearm.

“Where do you think you’re going? I just asked you to show me the tunnel.”

“Well you wanted to stop them right?”

“Yeah, but you can go now. Go find the police to help you. You’re free now dude.”

“I don’t want too though. Why go to some boring place like the police station when I can stick around with the cool teal suit armor guy who’s a hero and stop some drug dealers?”

“Wait you think I’m a hero?..I literally threatened to kill you.”

“But you didn’t and I’ve heard of you. You kill bad guys. Isn’t that what a hero does? Stop the bad guys. Besides the voices say I can trust you.”

“Well when you put it like that..fine but stick by me. I don’t want you slowing me down or getting hurt and keep your voices in check.”

“Please if anything you’ll be slowing me down.” You jabbed his rib laughing as he swatted your hand.

That was roughly two years ago. Adrian assumed that the two of you would part ways after, but you didn’t. You didn’t quite let him.

You ended up getting injured, but refused going to the hospital so Adrian allowed you to stay with him.

Once you left after being fully healed, Adrian had already kinda grew attached to you beginning to reach out to you to hang out and eventually you ended living with him.

You were different to say the least. Adrian had gotten attached to you way quicker than he wanted too, but that was okay. You got attached to him in the same amount of time probably even less.

It was obvious before him you didn’t really have anyone who genuinely cared about your well being. It surprised him considering how incredibly smart you were.

He would assume you had a family or something, but you didn’t really like to talk about your past and Adrian wasn’t one to push.

So he let you stay with him and one thing led to another.

Now you were currently sat on the couch whisking a bowl humming a small tune while waiting for Adrian to get home.

“Hey.”

“HEY!” You cheered seeing him trudge his way in. “Rough day?”

Adrian nodded sitting next to you, “Whatcha makin?”

You handed him a gas mask waiting for him to put it on to continue. Adrian was used to this by now so he put it on no questions ask.

“Just a new liquid to melt for gas for you or me to use eventually.”

“Don’t you have like a whole closet full of this already and which one are you making this time.”

“I do and each one is different! This one right here is phosgene. It was a chemical used in World War I.”

“Oh what’s is used for?”

“Well nowadays it’s a chemical used to make plastics and pesticides, but if you have it a room temperature of 70 then it can be a toxic gas. Kinda like a poison.”

Adrian nodded amazed by how effortlessly you knew all of this. “Do you know how to make mustard gas?”

“You know I’m kinda offended you even asked. I have three shelves worth put away.”

You smiled seeing the crinkles in the corner of his eyes showing you he was smiling.He looked cute in his gas mask.

“Being cute isn’t gonna change the fact that you offended me.” You made a small noise turning away while pouring the liquid in a cold storage can to put away.

“If me being cute isn’t enough to apologize then you being hot isn’t enough for me to forgive you.”

“Forgive me for what?”

“We talked about this.” He gave you a small look while pointing down the hallway.

“Oh right...I promise I’ll start making the stuff in the spare room..I just wanted to wait for you to come home on the couch..” You pouted under your mask as Adrian stood up opening the window to air out the room.

“You’re lucky you’re cute and that’s not what I was talking about. We agreed you’d start wearing a face mask!” He slapped your ass as you walked to put away the chemicals. You hissed playfully at him.

“I’m use to all the smells though! I’m immune doesn’t affect me!”

“Doesn’t matter! Man before you I thought I was reckless.” You pouted as Adrian removed his mask kissing you once you came back from putting the stuff away.

“So I’m gonna go out in a bit.”

“Isn’t a bit early for patrol?”

“Well yeah, but there’s a mission I’m gonna go with the team soon. I’ll probably be back tomorrow morning. You gonna be okay by yourself for a bit?”

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be?” Adrian nodded pulling you into a side hug. You giggled as he jabbed your ribs.

“I trust you. I just don’t want..”

“I’ll be fine. I’m always fine. You know that?” Adrian sighed giving you a big kiss.

“Do you guys need any help on this mission?”

“Nah we got it. The day we do though. I’ll come get you.” You smiled excitedly.

“I hope that day is soon! I’ve been getting an itch to go out..” You began to ramble for a bit not noticing how Adrian was giving you an lovestruck look.

“Anyways it’ll help me use all those canisters I’ve been saving, but since you’re gonna do the mission. I will be taking patrol tonight.”

Adrian cleared his throat, “I thought we agreed-”

“I know, but someone has to watch Evergreen I’ll leave all my things here and only take your knives!”

“Deal, but if anything-”

“I call you if anything happens.” You grinned already knowing what he would say. Adrian tended to worry over you and he had every right too.

You were one of the most dangerous people he knew and also one the most unstable, but god damn it he was in love with you.

Adrian and you shared another kiss before he took off. You stopped him before he closed the door putting a small sticker on his arm for good luck before he left.

You hummed a small tune grabbing your leather vest and goggles before heading out for your patrol.

Adrian and the team had been going over the plan once more before hearing Emilia curse. She walked into the room with an angry look on her face.

“We gotta get a new plan. Things changed.”

“What happened?” Chris asked her worriedly.

“There’s more than we thought and I don’t know how, but they know we’re coming in so they tightened security.”

“Well what can we do then?”

Emilia shrugged at John, “Unless we have someone who can sneak in and help us take out multiple people at a time then no. This is way too many people even for us.”

Adrian hummed before raising his hand, “I know someone who can help?”

“Be serious here. There’s no one we know who’d be able to sneak through groups of people.”

Emilia nodded, “Yeah we don’t need jokes right now-”

“But I’m not joking. I really do know someone who can help.”

“Who then?” Chris laughed a bit.

“My girlfriend. She’s been wanting me to invite her on a mission anyways. She’s different to say the least a bit weird-”

“Wait you think she’s weird?” Adebayo asked a bit shocked.

“Well yeah she’s not normal like me, but she’s really great and cool.”

“Wait let’s just go back in general. You have a girlfriend?” Adrian nodded confused by John’s statement.

“Yeah why is that hard to believe?”

“It’s just cause it’s you.”

“And you’re saying she’s weirder than you?!”

“Yeah, but in a good way.”

“What’s a good way?”

“She’s capable of doing what we need.”

You had just gotten home from patrol making a grilled cheese when Adrian opened the door coming through with the team behind him.

Emilia gagged a bit covering her mouth. “What’s that smell?!”

Adrian grinned seeing you flipping your sandwich. “Oh that smell is mercaptan. It’s used in gas that’s common in households. Suppose to warn people that there’s a possible leak in the house. Oh! But don’t worry there’s not one here!”

The team looked at you in shock as you tossed gas masks to all of them. “I swear I did it in the other room. The smell is just really strong.”

Adrian sighed as you pouted. “So this is your girlfriend?”

Chris asked him a bit puzzled. You seemed different than Adrian.

“You guys want some grilled cheese? I can cut this in like eight pieces? Oh wait the gas masks will make it hard to eat it huh? Welp more from me-NO!”

You screamed out as it fell to the floor once you picked it up. It slipped out of your hand.

Adrian laughed as you whined growing teary eyed.

Really different than Adrian.

“So Chase you’re saying she’ll help us?” You perked up hearing Emilia.

“Wait help?! You guys need help!!” You jumped excitedly already reaching for your bag. Adrian stopped you.

“We gotta talk about it first hun.”

“Aww...”

Emilia sighed as you aired out the house helping them sit to talk it out. She explained to you their problem all of them watching you still slightly confused that someone like you was with Adrian.

You twiddled with a lighter playing with it as you listened before nodding.

“I can get in. If anything I think I can clear it out for you guys.” Chris scoffed a bit.

“Sorry but we just need help to get in-”

“I know. I can make bombs. That’s what all those chemicals are for. I can any type of bomb you need. You need one that expels gas? I got you. Or just an average one, I can do that too.”

Adrian smiled as you moved sitting on his lap getting comfortable. “And it’ll be good. I promise I won’t go overboard! Adrian helps me not too!”

Adebayo smiled nervously, “We didn’t say anything about that...”

“Oh..that was me then haha! But I can help! Please!”

Emilia sighed pondering before agreeing. What more can they lose?

“Okay, but Chase you’re keeping an eye on her the last thing I want is for her to go overboard like she was warning us about.”

“Aye Aye Captain.” You saluted Harcourt grinning excitedly. They all left as John glanced at you one more time. You seemed familiar to him.

Adrian couldn’t help but grin as you cheered once they left. “This is gonna be so awesome!!”

You had spent the next night prepping everything you deemed necessary for the mission. Adrian helping of course mostly to make sure you didn’t go overboard.

“So your girlfriend mentioned how you can make sure she doesn’t go overboard. What did she mean by that?” John asked Adrian carefully as he and Chris filled up the van.

“Oh Y/N has a small tendency to kinda I don’t wanna say lose control, but she just kinda becomes not herself in a way.”

“Huh. I looked her up she seemed familiar.”

“Oh and what did you find?” Adrian asked him curious now. He didn’t know you had a record of any sorts. Quite honestly though considering how unhinged you were before you met him, it didn’t surprise him.

“She’s literally considered one of the most dangerous people in the world. She’s broken so many laws like it’s not even funny.”

“Well I knew about that, but everything she did on those records she never wanted to do. She’s was always forced. It’s kinda why I originally took her in wanted to make sure she stood out of trouble the next thing I know a couple months in I kissed her.”

Chris snorted a bit surprised, “Wow of course you’d get the crazy girlfriend Vig.”

“I wouldn’t say she’s crazy!” Adrian laughed as you walked out pulling your goggles down.

“I’m ready!” Adrian grinned as you approached him excitedly.

“Alright let’s head out.” Everyone piled in the van as you hummed along to the music leaning on Adrian.

“So let’s go over the plan one more time. Y/N makes the way in for us while also being our distraction. Vigilante will pull her out when we have what we need.”

You nodded making sure you had the right items in your satchel.

“Oh here I brought gas masks so you guys don’t breathe in the smoke of fumes.”

“Thanks...” Adebayo nervously slipped hers on.

“Don’t let us down.” Emilia nervously grabbed it from you. You nodded.

“I promise I won’t.”

You stood up placing your headphones on playing some tunes stretching. Chris stopped you still a bit confused.

“Wait how will we know when to go in.”

“Adrian knows the signal! Alright you guys be safe.”

“Be careful Y/N at the end of the day you are a civilian so your life matter more at any moment it becomes too much you let us know.” Emilia reminded you still wary.

“That’s very sweet but trust me I can handle myself.”

You stepped out yelping as you fell before getting up shooting them a thumbs up slipping your goggles on running inside of the building.

“She sure is something else.” Adebayo chuckled a bit as you scoped the building looking for an opening.

“So Vigilante what’s the signal?” John asked him curious on how they would know.

Adrian was about to respond before an explosion cut them off.

“That’s the signal. We have a good ten minute window to get what we need.” Emilia grabbed the van steadying herself as another explosion set off shaking the van.

“Make that fifteen!” He yelled out jumping out with Chris. The two of them ran ahead with Harcourt leading them. Adebayo followed close behind as John closed the van waiting for your signal that you were done.

You were running laughing as the men chased you around the facility. It had been a while since you got to fully let loose.

Seeing a pole up ahead, you grabbed it using it as leverage to heave yourself up swinging to knock one of them chasing you down sticking one of your smoke bombs on his chest.

He panicked trying to get it off before seeing it was quite literally stuck on him. His comrades struggled to pull it off running thinking it would explode on him.

You smiled taunting them, “Aww boo hoo aliens can’t figure out how to detach a simple bomb!”

They hissed at you before looking in shock as smoke spread throughout the room. They looked around searching for you as you stealthily snuck around taking one out at a time.

Wrapping your arms around of their necks, you moved to snap it stopping when you felt a helmet.

It was Adrian.

“Sorry hun.” He nodded a bit in relief you recognized him before he’d have to apprehend you.

“You’re doing great keep up the good work.” He praised you softly using the smoke with the rest of the team to sneak by. You grinned at his praise.

“But calm it down a bit we still need the building up so we could get out.”

“Okay.” You kissed his helmet sneaking away. Using the smoke you moved away from them going through your bag to see what to use next.

The butterflies coughed making their way out of the smoke groaning when they saw you. “You pathetic human! You’re gonna regret this!”

“Am I? I don’t know about that. Bugs never really scared me.” One of them grunted out beginning to chase you.

The team had used the smoke continuing their way through. “Man this place is practically empty..” Chris muttered out once they made it to the floor above.

Emilia nodded in agreement. “They made it an all hands on deck just to catch her so we should be good to quickly move but everyone keep your guard up in case.”

They coughed as you dropped a toxic gas bomb. “Stupid human poison doesn’t effect us like you!!”

You grinned as they smirked thinking they had the upper hand. “You wanna know something really interesting!”

They looked around trying to find you as you played with your lighter.

“What I just threw wasn’t a poison. it’s a gas that us humans use in certain things! Called ammonia. You know what that is?”

“Stupid girl just come out here!!”

“I mean should’ve guessed you idiots wouldn’t know. I mean I thought you would considering that you’re supposed to be a smarter being than us humans as you say. Ammonia is a colorless gas. It’s compounds consists of nitrogen and hydrogen with the formula NH₃. What you’re smelling is a strong pungent smell.”

“There she is above us.”

“When we get you you’re gonna wish you were dead!”

“If you survive I guess, oh right I forgot to mention the most important thing about ammonia! It’s highly flammable!” You grinned showing them the lit match in your hand as you dropped it down below them.

Adrian grabbed Emilia stopping her from falling as the building shook.

“Chase your girlfriend might be going overboard!” Adebayo yelled out grabbing the wall. He nodded.

“I can see that! I’m gonna start heading to extract her!” Emilia nodded.

“Yeah! We already have what we need! We’ll meet you at the van!” Adrian nodded running to go look for you.

You smiled as they burned putting each other out. There was only a good thirty of them left.

“We have to fall back!” One of them yelled out.

“No! Not until we get this stupid girl! She has to have run out of these stupid bombs!” You hummed picking up a nearby fire extinguisher putting out the fire.

“Oof man ammonia smells like shit.” They looked in shock. You didn’t seem scared at all of them.

“We need to find out who sent her! Grab her!” You grabbed the extinguisher smacking the one who came running to you in the head hard. He fell to the floor as you lifted it above your head crushing his skull in.

You panted grimacing at the blood on your face. “Man I haven’t felt so alive in so long..You guys are fun!”

You dropped the extinguisher running ahead letting them chase you. They were pissed.

You ran to the fourth floor looking behind yourself not noticing a door ahead opening up.

Adrian appeared grabbing you hiding you in a nearby room with him as they ran past it not knowing.

“Oh hey!” You whispered smiling at him. Adrian smiled back under his mask. “Someone went a bit overboard.”

You pouted a bit, “Sorry..it’s been a while. If it makes you feel better the voices are quiet.”

“That does we gotta get out of here now though.” You nodded looking for an exit walking to a nearby window with Adrian.

“I think we can climb out.” He nodded helping you push it open.

“Okay you go first.” Adrian shook his head.

“No you.” You sighed climbing out grabbing on to the wall beginning your descent down. Adrian jumped hearing the door being kicked in.

“We gotta go now!” He moved out the window right as they made it through.

Adrian and you tried to hurriedly climb down but stopped as one of them shot a pistol grazing Adrian’s shoulder.

He groaned losing balance and letting go.

“VIGILANTE!” You yelled out catching him as he fell down. You glared up feeling a spark you hadn’t felt in a long time as Adrian groaned. You were managing to hold you both up with one hand.

It was like a switch flipped inside of you. You hadn’t felt this type of anger in so long. The last time you felt like this was when you had barely turned thirteen.

Adrian usually managed to calm you before you got like this, but right now you couldn’t even hear him. It was like static playing in your head.

“You gotta let me go!” He yelled out. You shook your head.

“No. I’m gonna swing you to that open window down there and you’re gonna get out of here.”

“What about you?”

“I have some unsettled business.” His eyes widened hearing you.

“No! No! Y/N I know that tone of voice! It’s okay I’m not even that hurt.” You ignored him swinging him to the window climbing back up to the butterflies.

“No! Y/N!!” Adrian yelled out for you worriedly as you made it right as they shot again. You moved in time before it could hit you.

Pulling out a simple grenade you pulled the ring throwing it in the center of the room. They panicked as you used the opportunity to run out of the room.

Emilia and the team watched in shock as the room exploded. “What the hell is going on up there..”

John asked as Chris stood with a shocked but also impressed look.

“We have to go back in.” Emilia called out trying to contact you or Adrian.

“Don’t come back in!!” Adrian yelled out trying to warn them. His ear piece broke. He could hear them but they couldn’t hear him. “Shit” he cursed

He made it to you watching in awe as you grabbed a bomb stuffing it into one of the butterflies mouth as she grabbed you.

You stole her gun pushing her back to the group not even flinching when she exploded guts landing on your face.

Adrian was in awe but also worried seeing you act so reckless but also calculated. You were moving with grace as you shot the sprinklers setting them off.

They hissed at you trying to surround you. You pulled out an acid bomb throwing it on the water. The acid caused the water to boil splashing them viciously.

You waved your hand taunting them into following you. Adrian called out for you as you ran ahead dropping down to the third floor as they were on your tail.

“Y/N!!!” He caught you once you made it to the first floor trying to calm you.

“You’re going too far! Calm down!” You struggled in his hold as he carried you to the door. The butterflies catching up.

Adrian groaned as you slipped out face and body wet from the water. He pulled his gun shooting at them trying to keep them away.

“We gotta get out of here!” You shook your head.

“Not until I have their heads for hurting you.” Adrian watched in shock as you pulled out more bombs from your bag.

The team made it through as you pulled threw more acid bombs. “Get out of here!”

“Not without you both Vigilante!”

“No you don’t understand she’s not herself right now she can hurt you! Get out of here!!” Chris looked in shock seeing only about twenty of the butterflies left.

Adrian yelled at them trying to grab you once more. You shook him gasping as he threw you to the floor harshly.

“You’re being reckless and are gonna get yourself killed.” You froze as he took off his mask staring down at you.

“Adrian...”

“Yeah it’s me. Calm down.” You flinched at his tone feeling tears well up in your eyes seeing the damage done around the room.

“I-..I’m sorry..” He nodded helping you up.

“I know we can talk more later. For now let’s go!” You nodded letting him guide you out. Chris covered you both before running to the van.

“Drive!!” Emilia shouted at John. They were all panting as you stood quiet disappointed for losing control like that and for almost getting yourself and everyone injured.

Adrian grabbed your hand not wanting you to spiral. “You’re okay..”

“I gotta admit Y/N when you came I was a bit hesitant worrying you were gonna make things worse.” Emilia spoke up. You flinched waiting for her to continue.

“You may have almost gotten us killed, but I can respect that you went on a rampage cause they injured Adrian. We’re all a team so one of us is hurt that means we all are hurt, but next time try not to go overboard.”

You nodded before perking up, “Next time?” She nodded.

Chris scoffed turning to you, “Uh duh of course next time. That was all insanely cool. I can see why Vig likes you. You’re awesome. I totally wanna know how you made all of those.”

“It’s basic chemistry.”

“Hold up chemistry?”

“I’m a chemist. Graduated at the age of eighteen and got my degree.”

“Holy shit. Dude that’s cool.” Adrian grinned seeing the team getting along with you.

John sighed in relief playing soft music yelling back, “Welcome to the team.”

Emilia nodded, “But we cannot have Chase apart from you unless we genuinely need something destroyed. Honestly I’m surprised that building is still standing.”

Adebayo laughed nodding in agreement. “I’m with you there.”

Adrian smiled as you leaned into him still coming down from the adrenaline rush. “Sorry Adrian..”

He shook his head at your whisper, “You’re good honestly was kinda hot, but also really worried.”

You laughed, “You gave me like a panic boner.”

Adrian kissed your forehead at your laugh. “I know why you got upset too. You’re good.”

“Thanks..”

Truth was you couldn’t stand seeing anyone you cared for getting hurt. On your thirteenth birthday you lost your dad to drug dealers who wanted you to join knowing you were a chemist.

He died protecting you, but because of him you got to finish school and lead a good life. Of course that good life didn’t last long because later on you were kidnapped.

Thing is the day your was shot in front of you it caused you to go on a rampage. Adrian was the only one who knew this story.

It’s why you were chaotic and as much as you hated to admit it a bit childish at times.A part of you disappeared. The day your dad died you quite literally lost your mind.

Adrian didn’t mind though. He was just as crazy as you and he had no problem becoming the person you needed to make sure you were in check.

He chuckled as you bit his arm feeling happy. Chris grimaced turning away from you both.

“They’re perfect for each other.”

You both really were.

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IMYM Chapter 12: Make Me Your Masterpiece: Ink

(Content warnings: Self harm, creepy/intimate bathing, doll whump, starvation, humiliation, forced crossdressing, Nightmare continuing to be a creepy shit biscuit. Also, happy 1 day late birthday to him and Dream.) <- Previous Chapter || Masterlist || Next Chapter ->

Ink stared at the wall as still as a rock, not even blinking. That way, he could daydream about colors and scenery, keeping him out of the white space. Also because he couldn’t move. Yep, he ran out of emotions for too long and lay as a paralyzed husk.

At first, after he screamed and cried, he killed time by pacing and drawing invisible designs on the floor. He punched the wall once in a while, which might have not even been the one he came in. They all looked the same and all it did was hurt his knuckles. Even though he never saw them, he knew someone was checking in on him. Someone was feeding him water and unseasoned white rice. On a white plate of course. It cost too much in the budget to give him color. It gave him energy, but the amount was always too small to satisfy his hunger.

Ink was so sickof white. He was sick of the silence and the loneliness. He wanted someone to hug him or hold his hand. He wanted to talk to someone, anyone, or at least give his bored mind something to do. You could only talk to yourself in so many different voices before you run out of conversation ideas. Then he remembered the mud from the fall, still stuck to his bones. Brown!

Unfortunately, the dirt and grime from his fall were so caked on that he couldn’t scrape it off. The artist’s desperation for any other color drove him to scratch his arms until they bled. It hurt but also felt good in a weird way. The black blood was a relieving change. Ink used it as paint to make pictures. He drew a messy version of the Doodlesphere’s islands. Damn, he missed it. It was so colorful, unlike his stupid cell. Once he ran out of pigment and didn’t want to destroy his arms anymore, he started daydreaming. Since getting paralyzed, he was stuck right next to a puddle of his sticky black blood. He couldn’t even teleport through the liquid. His escape was so close, but he couldn't move a nonexistent muscle.

How long has it been? Hours? Days? Months? It wasn’t like he had a calendar or a clock. Nope, don’t think too hard about that. He used up his panic and only felt numb.

Ugh. None of this would be happening if he just did as he was told! It would have been so easy too. It was his fault he was in here. At least, that’s what Nightmare said. His words kept replaying in his head.

You don’t think anyone cares if you’re missing, do you?

Even if I did love you, that doesn’t mean you can do whatever your selfish empty heart desires.

You’re an easy puppet.

They were all he could think about. He might never see the sun again because of his stupidity. Worthlessness. Pride. Immaturity.

He deserved this, didn’t he?

The artist knew people didn’t like him. Error, Cross, Fell, and the countless other souls he’s pissed off over the years. Even the original Sans didn’t like him. He always brushed them aside as being jealous. Usually, he would rant to one of his friends and get their opinion, but they weren’t around. Not like they cared, he doubted it.

He should’ve been angry. Nightmare was the guy who threw him in here after all, but he wasn’t. Ink was mad at himself, or he would be if he could feel anything.He was lucky to be with Nightmare and he screwed it up.

Like you screw up everything else?

Shut up!

Ink groaned. Great. He was hollow, hungry, bored, and hating himself. No one has checked on him since he lost his emotions. Maybe he wasn’t useful anymore and was left to starve to death. Was it even possible for him to starve to death? Who cares. He just wanted to get out of and stay out of this room. He’d trade anything for it. Even if he had to sell his nonexistent soul to be a servant or something. Unknown to him, he did.

“Do you understand my reason for doing this?”

Ink cringed at the voice. It was soft-spoken but sounded like a megaphone when he was used to never-ending silence. Nightmare leaned on the left wall, arms crossed and tendrils swaying. He looked sympathetic and regretful, but Ink doubted it was sincere. Something was off about him, but he couldn't put his finger on it . . .

Ink stared straight ahead, but would’ve rolled his emotionless white eye lights if he could. Because you’re a dick?

The dark king propped him up into a sitting position like a toy doll. His tendrils prodded at and caressed his cheekbone. “It’s because when I took you in, I didn’t take wet clay. I bought a pot. Finished, but so cracked and chipped that it didn’t even resemble proper pottery, more like a child’s art project. However, you were salvageable. I just needed to break you first, then the dust could be rebuilt into something beautiful.” He raised a browbone at Ink’s dazed eyes. “And it seems I’ve started the first step quite well. Better than expected.”

Nightmare reached into his pocket and pulled out a colorful vial, swishing it around. If Ink wasn’t paralyzed, he would’ve squealed in joy. Nightmare pried open his mouth. Ink gagged at the feeling of his fingers as he poured the bottle down his throat. His left arm shuddered, then he regained control of his body with a gasp. Licking the last specks of pink and green paint from his face, he looked up at Nightmare with a new mix of emotions. Fear, guilt, regret, anger, relief, but stronger than any of those, love. Ink shot into his arms, clinging to his suit jacket and forcing his head into his chest. Bitter apples never smelt so good after smelling nothing for who knows how long.

Nightmare stiffened in shock. Cautiously, he caressed the back of Ink’s skull, which he melted into. Affection. Sweet, sweet affection. He’d never take gentle touch for granted ever again. The dark king chuckled. “Well, who knew all it took was some alone time to make you so sweet.”

Ink kept hugging him. He was so relieved to finally have someone next to him that he worried this was a dream. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

“Quiet down, I forgive you.” Nightmare cuddled Ink close, rubbed circles on his back, and kissed his foreskull. Something in Ink felt wrong, but he dismissed it as touch starvation. The kiss and cuddle satisfied it. “I was thinking a lot while you were in here and I realized . . . you were right. I was a little too harsh on you. I didn’t mean what I said about you being worthless. I’ve been neglecting you and your needs for too long, that’s my fault. I’ll take part in some more one-on-one time so I can . . .” He removed Ink’s arms from his sides and held them up, eyeing the mess of frantic claw marks. It wasn’t until now that he noticed the dried puddle of blood on the ground and Ink. “. . . you’re bloody. Again.”

Ink hung his head. “Look, I couldn’t take it anymore. The whiteness was driving me crazy; I needed some color.”

Nightmare nodded in thought. His eye twitched a bit. “Understandable, but nothing of mine is going to be kept in such poor condition. If you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll start you a warm bath and I'll give you a second chance, okay?”

Oh, that sounded great right now. Ink didn’t take baths that often (he didn’t see the point), but he was so worn out and messy that he would welcome it. “I learned my lesson. I’ll never leave your side again, I got it! Don't ever lock me in here ever again!”

“As long as you play nice, I won’t need to. And believe me, I don’t wish to use this room again.” He took Ink’s hand and brought them standing. “I hope you understand why I did this. You learn best from punishment. And you needed to learn not to disobey. Do you forgive me?”

Ink paused. Did he? He was starved,abandoned, and he triggered his worst trauma. Ink looked back up at Nightmare's face and his soft smile, and he knew immediately what to say.

“I . . . yeah. I forgive you!”

Nightmare beamed. “Excellent.” He led him out of the room.

Ink’s senses exploded at the change of scenery. He was aware of every loud plunk of water or blood, whatever it was. The smell of rot and death made him gag. The dungeon was a dark aquaish-green, but the color change was still too hard on his eye sockets. Not that he wasn’t happy being free, he just didn’t expect it to hurt so much.

Nightmare noticed his problem. “Here, close your eyes. I’ll guide you. You can trust me."

The artist hesitated before a fuzzy surge of love filled his chest. He squeezed Nightmare’s hand, putting all his trust in him. He made a hum of contentment and led him out of the dungeon. His tendrils nudged him in the right direction whenever he was about to hit something.

Weird, it was like their fight didn’t happen. Nightmare was almost the same way he was in that first month. It didn’t even feel real. Like all that was a bad dream. And Ink would have believed it to be if he wasn’t so shaken up. But they were starting over, everything would be okay now.

Ink almost crashed into him when Nightmare stopped. “You can open your eyes now. We're at your room . . . my dear."

Ink peeked out one first and soon opened the other. His room was dark and quiet enough to not overstimulate him. He stepped inside and buried himself in his blankets. He missed his bed.

“Wait here and I’ll arrange that bath for you.” Nightmare pecked him on the cheek. The artist smiled, but then he looked around. Something was missing . . .

“Where’s my scarf?”

Nightmare’s expression changed to that sympathetic guilt again. “Ah, your scarf . . . it was disposed of. You won’t need it anymore. It was hideous anyways.”

“Oh.” The corners of his mouth turned down. Ink loved his scarf. He didn’t say it out loud, but it hurt losing it. And worse, Nightmare didn’t give him a heads-up. He wished he did.

“I’ll be back.” Nightmare left the room. Ink lay back on his bed. His eye lights wandered to nothing in particular, but something caught his attention. The parasol wasn’t in his room before. Huh?

He walked over to it and ran his hand down the black pole. Ignoring the superstition about never opening an umbrella indoors, Ink opened it. It was all white with a pink border. The middle had stitched roses, hearts, and bows. It was soft too.

Ink picked it up. It was lighter than he expected, even though it was as tall as he was. He practiced swinging it around. Despite the cutesy look, the top was freakishly sharp, and Ink had to be careful so he didn’t knock anything over. Or hurt himself. It was in a diamond shape and all the sides were sharp as a knife.

“I see you found your new weapon.”

Ink jumped and nearly hit Nightmare in the face. He laughed in the entryway, tracing his finger on the soft part under the point. “I couldn’t have you go weaponless now, could I? I was considering giving you a knife, but that was too cliche. This was much cuter and it will fit your new role, you'll enjoy this."

“Thanks!" Ink grinned. "Quick question, why is it pink? I'm not complaining, but I don't get why you gave me a pink parasol of all weapons?”

Nightmare kept touching the designs, looking Ink over. “Because that’s your favorite color. You love pastel colors. White, blue, and purple, but pink is your favorite. Don’t you remember?”

Ink’s fight or flight senses tingled. Something about his tone sounded unnerving, predatory almost. But despite that, he couldn’t stop himself from talking. “I don’t have a favorite color because I like them all. But if I had to choose, I’d pick brown because it’s all the colors mixed toge-”

Nightmare shook his head. “No. Are you going to argue with me further or are we going to clean you up?”

The artist held his mouth slightly open for a minute before laying the parasol down. He sighed. “Alright, you clean me up.”

Nightmare wrapped a tendril around Ink’s hand and pulled him over to him, tripping him. Ink looked up at him. Why did he look so excited? Why was he cute when he looked excited?

He took him down the hall without a single word. Ink tried to remember where this was. The hallways all blended together in his head. Eventually, he stopped at a large brown door, close to his bedroom. “I hope you like bubbles.”

Nightmare opened the door to the master bath. The room was a decent size with a cream-tiled floor and peanut-brown brick walls. The left side of the room held a fancy dark wood sink with a white counter. Something wrapped in brown paper and beige string sat at the edge of it. A circular bathtub was built on the floor and surrounded by brown curtains with yellow cords. A silver showerhead was on the wall, the kind where you can remove the handle. Bottles of soap and scrub brushes lined the corner of the barrier. Lavender bubbles and steam covered the top of the water.

Ink was immediately wracked with guilt. “Nightmare, it’s amazing, but . . . you didn’t need to do all this.”

“Pampering you is my choice. So what if you don’t deserve it? We’ll discuss how you will." Nightmare gestured to the bathtub. "Now, take those filthy clothes off and get in.”

Ink was a little uncomfortable, but he did as he asked and stripped down. Once he removed hisshirt, he noticed the weird look on Nightmare’s face. He was staring, fascinated by his swirling black tattoos. “Uhm, what?”

“You’ve never told me you hid so much beauty. I believed you only had those markings on your arms and legs. Where did you get them?”

Ink blushed with rainbow freckles, flustered. “Funny story. I was born with them, so I guessed it was a normal skeleton thing. I asked Blue if I could see his and he was so confused. Dream didn't know either. Error said it was code from when I was stuck in the void."

Nightmare nodded along and hummed, but he wasn't looking at him. He was staring at the box on the sink. "Interesting . . ."

Once Ink was undressed, he lowered himself into the bathtub. The burning water shocked his system; he squeaked. Nightmare laughed and pushed him the rest of the way in. He took the brush and showerhead and used the latter to rinse water over his skull. Hot! Hot! Hot!

“Relax, I’ll take care of you,” Nightmare said as Ink shifted around. His cold hands were the opposite of the water. He probably didn’t mean to make the water so hot. It was an accident. “You only need to move when I tell you to. Like now, raise your right arm.”

Ink did as he asked and Nightmare cleaned his cuts. He made the disinfecting slow and gentle, pouring water over them to flush out the wounds. It didn’t take long before black blood stained the tub. The artist winced whenever he would rest his fingers on one of them, or worse, they got soap in them. Thankfully, Nightmare would notice and move. He did the same thing washing out the other arm.

“So,” Nightmare started as he pumped soap into his hand. “I’ve been thinking long and hard about your . . . poor decision-making and how I could help you improve. Then it hit me. Your problem is arrogance and too much freedom. You believe your actions are consequence-free and you don’t care about anyone who isn’t yourself. And if something does go wrong, all you have to do is hop into another AU and forget about it. It would be unfortunate if you couldn’t rely on your protector, wouldn’t it?”

Tilting his skull so he could wash the dirt and blood off his neck, Ink’s face burned in shame. He already knew he was an asshole now and then, but hearing it in Nightmare’s smooth voice hurt. "Yeah, I guess that would suck. And I kinda let everyone down . . . what is this leading to?"

Chuckling, Nightmare rubbed the lavender-scented soap into his collarbones. “As I said two weeks ago, I'm going to lay down stricter rules. I have a plan set up for you to take etiquette lessons. You also have some paperwork to sign. You have a brand new role you need to fulfill for me, and I'll teach you how. Don’t worry, once you catch on, they’ll be easy. Your lessons will be alongside your battle training. Also, I will choose what you wear from now on. It’s quite the change, but you’ll get used to it.”

Ink swallowed. He wasn’t a fan of the idea, but he’d do it if it made Nightmare happy. He didn’t want to face his anger again. “What happens if I mess up and break the rules?”

“Simple. Depending on the severity, we would either talk about your mistake or I would punish you. I’d prefer not to physically harm you, I’d like to keep your appearance nice, but it could happen. So instead, you would either spend some time in the white room-”

“NO!” Ink twitched so hard that water splashed up on Nightmare. He smirked in amusement as he flicked the bubbles off his face. “Not again. Don’t leave me alone in there again. Please.”

“Shh.” Nightmare stroked his cheekbone with his thumb, leaving a trail of light purple suds. “Aw, you poor thing. If you don’t want punishment, then I assume you want to be compliant, don’t you?”

To be honest, Ink wasn’t sure what he wanted. He didn’t want to be on his own, that was for sure. But he didn’t like thinking about losing that much freedom either. He could’ve tried running away . . . but he wanted to stay with Nightmare. Even if he tried to run, Nightmare would track him down and throw him back into the white room. Ink wanted things to go back to the way they were. He tried to keep everything on his mind, but it came out as stammering nonsense.

Nightmare massaged soap into his ribs. Ink stopped worrying and relaxed; it felt so good. “I understand if you’re confused, it’s how anyone would feel. That’s how you. will earn and deserve rewards like this. You won’t even need to think, I will do all that for you. You just need to act cute and obedient.” He booped his nasal bone. Ink sneezed. “And it seems you almost have the first part mastered. All this won’t start for at least another week. I figured you need some time to prepare. and understand what you're getting into."

“Prepare? I . . . nevermind. I don’t want to know.” Ink had a sick feeling in his nonexistent stomach. The last time he felt this uncomfortable was when he got back from Flufftale. Even though he was nervous about the answer, he asked, “Hey, Night?”

“Hm?”

“How long was I in that room?”

Nightmare didn’t answer for a long time. “A while.”

They didn’t say anything for the rest of the bath. Nightmare was gentle and his scrubbing never hurt, even when he had to go rougher on some of the stickier muck. Ink started to doze off. Nightmare kissed his foreskull. What did he say before about second chances? Was this it? If so, maybe this new role would be alright, whatever it was.

Nightmare finished cleaning him. He helped him out and Ink took a towel to dry himself off with, tying it around his lower bones when he was done.

“Sit there with your arms held out.” Nightmare said, pointing to the bathtub rim with a tendril. Ink followed the order. “There we go. Now stay still so I can fix your arms."

His tendril reached on top of a cabinet and a roll of beige bandages. He traced his magic glowing fingers down his arms before binding them up. “I would use my malice again, but the bandages will look much cleaner with your outfit. Don’t scratch your bandages no matter how itchy they may become. It could loosen them or cause a worse infection. That includes when they’re off. No more harming yourself, promise Ink? I expect your body to be in the best possible condition.” He paused. “How come you’re staring at me like that?”

Nodding and half-listening, Ink’s mind argued with itself. He should’ve hated him. He was supposed to hate him. He was always told Nightmare was evil and sadistic and violent twenty-four-seven. And he was a victim of that violence. But he’s been so gentle, concerned, and caring. Even after he messed up, he was giving him another chance. He couldn’t- no, he wasn’t all bad. That fight had to be a one-time thing. Maybe Nightmare was confused about how to show love. They were both brand new at this. Or was he the confused one? Oh! He could help Nightmare learn to love!

“Ink?” Nightmare snapped his fingers and the artist jumped, snapping out of his thoughts. “Are you listening?”

“What?”

Nightmare sighed in exasperation. “I was saying I have your clothes in that box.” He nodded at the package on the counter. “You may get dressed behind that screen. And for future reference, I hate repeating myself, so don’t make me do it again. Listen to me next time.”

“Got it!” Ink said quickly. He didn't understand why Nightmare wouldn't let him undress behind there earlier. Oh well. Ink stood up and took the package off the sink. It was both heavier and lighter than he expected. He shook it up to his skull. Something rang in there. A bell? A jingle bell?

The artist slipped behind the changing screen with the box. The back wall was a giant mirror. He set the package on a small stool, untied the perfect bow, and ripped the paper off in a swift motion. Inside was a plain black box. Ink took off the lid and peered into it.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this.

Ink pulled out the biggest thing first. It was a cutesy dress meant for a little girl. Pastel pink with white lace trim and sleeves that puffed at the top before tightening at the wrist. The skirt had a lot of ruffles, lace, and layers, switching between pink and white. A pink bow wrapped around the waist and held it all together. Ink held it against his body and guessed it was about knee length. Under that was a painful and confusing-looking corset and shiny black Mary Janes. The last things he pulled out were a pink and white beret and white knee-high stockings with- did Nightmare have a thing for lace?

Ink wasn’t sure what to think of the outfit. It seemed too cutesy and pastel to be something Nightmare would be into. Like . . . that was the opposite of what he was into. But Ink put it on because he didn’t want to look ungrateful. He didn't hate it either, he was extremely confused.

The corset took the longest to put on because he had no idea how to wear it.The dress was easier and more comfortable than he was expecting, it had a soft lining inside. Ink put the beret on as he fumbled with the shoes. He preferred going barefoot as he felt freer but supposed these were alright. A little tight at the toes at most. Besides that, the clothes were his exact size. He guessed Nightmare looked at the labels of his clothes because he didn't want to know otherwise. As Ink stood up, he caught his reflection in the mirror. His face went hot.

Sure, he looked adorable and charming, but he also didn't look or feel anything like a fighter. The corset hurt and constricted his ribs. Even though they weren’t too revealing, they were some of the most embarrassing clothes he ever wore. The black tattoos on his legs stood out, looking like a sore thumb against the pinks and whites. Would Nightmare be okay with it? Would he like it? Well if he picked it out, he has to. Ink stared deeper into the mirror, studying himself. He had so many quest-

“Oh, Inky?” Nightmare asked in a sing-song tone. “Is everything okay in there?”

The artist’s eye lights turned into a purple exclamation point and circle. “Yeah, I’m done!”

“Show me.”

Taking a deep breath, Ink’s shoes clacked across the tiled floor as he stepped from behind the screen. His self-consciousness eased as soon as Nightmare smiled at him. It was worth everything. Ink messed with his sleeves and bounced on his heels. "So, what do you think?"

Nightmare walked around the artist, taking in every part of him. One of his tendrils felt around his eye socket, then it traced down his cheek to his mouth. He cocked his head with a satisfied smile. “Beautiful, bow and skirts suit you much better than that old uniform. But there’s still one more thing you need.”

“One more thing? What's that?” Ink couldn’t think of what he meant. Then he felt stupid.

Gesturing toward the stool, Nightmare grabbed a container Ink hadn’t noticed before. It was the same pastel pink as the dress he wore. Ink couldn't tell if it was intentional or not. It was about the size of a clutch and looked like one too. It had glittering silver accents and a handle at the top, along with two latches. He cupped his chin with one hand and held a makeup brush in the other.

Nightmare clicked it open. “This is going to be yours soon, but for now, I need you to hold still.”

Ink glimpsed inside the container. Many cosmetics, makeup brushes, and other beauty supplies. Before he could ask for details, Nightmare tied his hands and legs together with his tendrils. He took a small book and opened it, looking between him and Ink. It was a how-to guide. Nightmare dipped the brush in a container of powder and covered his face. Ink scrunched his nasal bone. Nightmare tapped the side of his skull as a silent warning to stop. He switched the powder out and painted eyeshadow on his eye sockets. Ink couldn’t stop himself from sneezing and snickering. The latter because the brushes tickled.

“Nightmare, I- pew! I think I’m allergic to the makeup.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Nightmare said, looking back at the book. He traced something that felt like a pen on the edges of his eye sockets. Ink tried readjusting himself again and Nightmare slapped his hands. “Stop moving around, you're making this much harder than it has to be. I know you have it in you to be good. You're just not putting in enough effort. Yes, you may have not signed any contracts yet, but you don’t need one for basic politeness.”

Ink held back another sneeze. “I can’t sit still- wait, what was that about a contract?”

Nightmare didn’t answer. After a few more touch-ups, he finished. Ink’s face felt weird. The makeup wasn’t heavy, but it still tingled. He’s done face paint and eyeliner before, but nothing like this. He looked in the mirror. Whatever the powder was, it made his features look softer. His cheekbones were done up with rosy pink circles like a cartoon. The eyeshadow was light and glittery. The corners of his eye sockets were a very faint red.

Nightmare ran his hand down his skull before tilting his chin to look at him. He hummed. “Not perfect, but it will do. This is how you’re expected to do your makeup unless I say otherwise.”

Ink was double confused. "Alright . . ."

"I'm glad you understand." Nightmare offered his hand for Ink to take it. He did, pulling himself up. Nightmare looked him over again. "Does everything fit okay? Is anything too tight?"

Ink shook his head. “Good," Nightmare said, "because this dress will become your new uniform. The same way I wear my suit vest and the team wear their navy jackets.”

Ink glanced down and couldn’t stop himself from laughing. He laughed so hard his eye sockets teared up and he had to brace himself with the wall. “You’re joking, right? Me? Going out in battle and spreading negativity dressed like this? That’s ridiculous! Oh, this whole thing makes sense now! You want to pull a prank to confuse me because you’re still bitter over our fight! I could give you some tips on pran . . .” He finally noticed Nightmare’s flat expression. He didn’t have any humor in his eye light. Ink’s laughter died down. “You’re not kidding, are you.”

“I don’t kid, Ink. You know this.” Nightmare waved his fingers and Ink’s entire body tingled. It was a less extreme feeling than when he took control of his emotions in Birdtale. Wow, that felt like a year ago, even if it couldn’t have been more than two months. Nightmare hummed at his aura. “Does the change make you uncomfortable? Be honest with me, I’ll know if you’re lying.”

Ink rubbed his arm. He was hoping he wouldn’t ask. “Well yeah. I’ve never worn any like this. Come on, it’s so embarrassing! You had your fun, now can I have my normal clothes back?”

Nightmare set his hands on his shoulders and massaged them. “I see you don't understand. I got rid of your old clothes. This is who you are now, Ink. I know it's going to be . . . difficult, but that's why I'm here. Now, smile for me."

Reluctantly, Ink did as he asked.

“See? It’s easy to listen and obey, and you’re doing such a good job.” Even though Ink didn’t want to admit it, the praise felt good. So did the shoulder rub. He rested his head on Nightmare’s chest, making one of the king's hands move up to pet his head instead. He was still touch-starved from the white room. It was almost worse than the years he spent in that void. He didn't know what touch was, now he did. He had something to crave and miss. “You’re going to love your new life, my little doll.” He pressed his nonexistent lips together to keep from snickering.

“Little doll? Weird name, but I kinda like it . . .” Ink mumbled to himself. Nightmare didn’t answer, but he could tell he heard it from his smile. Then the moment was ruined when a wave of dizziness took over Ink. "Night, can I have something to eat? I've had anything in like, a week."

Nightmare stopped petting him. "Hm, sure. I don't see why not. How does some pasta sound?"

Ink beamed again. Finally. He would get something that wasn't plain rice. He could never eat that stuff ever again. Or he would have to use food coloring.

Nightmare offered his hand to him and Ink took it. They walked into the hallway. Ink spun around as he walked so he could watch the skirt spin. But despite as fun as that was, he kept wincing and stopping in pain. Right, the corset. It was like he had a massive rubber band tightening around his ribs. What if he put the corset on incorrectly?

Nightmare heard his groans. “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah, this corset is killing me. Do I need to wear it all the time?” Ink tugged on it again.

His tendril absentmindedly stroked his waist. “No, not during battles or at night. Don’t even think about taking it off, you need it. If it hurts, that means you laced it tight enough. The pain won’t last forever; I doubt you will even notice it after a week. In time, it will improve your posture and make you look better.”

“Could I at least loosen it?”

“No.”

Ink didn’t bother arguing. Maybe when Nightmare wasn’t looking, he could take it off. How was he supposed to wear this thing every day without ruining his ribs?"

Nightmare walked into the kitchen and Ink still couldn't believe how massive it was. Sure, it was a castle, but still. The tiny white room made everything look giant in comparison. It was pitch black like the rest of the castle and the appliances were light gray. And the dining table was huge, almost as long as the room.

Nightmare told Ink to sit down while he made the pasta. Ink did. The chairs were the same dark wood as the table and engraved with swirled patterns and trees on the back.

Ink fiddled with his beret some more and made himself comfortable. It kept sliding over to cover his eye sockets. He took it off to see if it was adjustable. It wouldn't make sense if Nightmare got his clothes right but the beret was too big. Speaking of Nightmare, he kept stealing glances at him while he was cooking.

Ink smiled and cleared his throat. After a long time of thinking, he was going to ask the question that was itching the back of his mind. "Nightmare, why won’t-”

Nightmare shushed him without turning around. “I should've mentioned this before, my apologies. One of your new rules is you are to only speak when spoken to or with verbal consent. If you want to talk, say, ‘Permission to speak’. I will either grant or deny it.”

Ink sighed. “Fine. Permission to speak?”

“Permission granted.”

“Why won’t you let me leave the castle?”

Nightmare heaved a dramatic huff, stirring the sauce. “It’s for your protection. The Doodlesphere believes you to be a traitor. If they find out about our relationship, if they find you’re alive, it won’t end well. Few are brave enough to challenge me, but they would harm you. Think about it. You could protest and they wouldn’t care. After all, the evidence is obvious. You are in a relationship with me, you haven't shown your face in months, and you are part of my cause. I chose the white room punishment as a warning. That’s where they will leave you, in the same white void you were trapped in. I wouldn’t be able to rescue you.”

Everyone thought he was a traitor? Ink didn’t know that. “But . . . I’m the Protector of the Doodlesphere and a member of the Star Sanses! Everyone loves me! Well, most people love me. Why would you think anyone would change their mind?”

“One, you were. And two, it’s because it already happened once, to Dust. He went on a solo mission to a Fellswap timeline. He’s capable of protecting himself, so I wasn’t worried after he was gone for two days. But those days turned into four with no sign of him. Then it turned into a week. I started a search mission with Horror, Killer, and at the time, Cross. After hours of tracking, I found his scarf hanging on a branch. His footsteps were half-buried in snow and I felt a strong force of negativity. Pain, fear, distress, I knew he was close. It led me to a rundown shack in the mountains. There was a gang of monsters . . . torturing him. Dust was crying. His hoodie was missing. I killed all of them on the spot. Slowly.”

His voice turned sadder. “He was a mess. Broken ribs, bruises all over, fever, damaged legs, but the worst damage was to his mind. I haven’t seen him so trapped in his hallucinations since I first hired him. He couldn’t hear me, but he was calling for his late brother and his team. Horror, Killer, Cross, and I were up all night and into the morning working to return him to reality. Once his injuries healed and he could function again, he refused to talk about it. To this day, no one knows the extent of what they did, but I know the motivation. They were tormenting him because he was one of mine.”

“Dust is a henchman, but he’s also like a son to me. They all are. Don’t tell them I said that. Meanwhile, you are my light, my little doll. You would be worth so much more if you were captured. The outside world is too dangerous for you to be on your own. I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you.” He took Ink’s hand and held it against his chest. “Ink, promise you’ll allow me to protect you, no more running away, no more misbehavior. Promise you’ll allow me to make you your strongest self so I’ll never need to worry about your safety.”

If he didn’t feel bad enough, the story made Ink regret every choice he made in Flufftale. It probably wasn’t easy for him to open up like that. Nightmare knew what was best for him. He was smarter and more experienced than Ink. He should stop trying to argue and let him take over-

What? No! What the hell was he thinking? He was a guardian and fighter, not a helpless maiden! Even if he was dressed like one! He watched Nightmare set the plate of finished pasta in front of him. His nonexistent soul ached and his paints swarmed, but Ink reached out and took his hand. “I promise, Nightmare. I’ll let you protect me.”

Nightmare stopped and turned to Ink with a smug smile. He hugged the artist from behind, kissing him where his ear would be. He chuckled. “We’re going to fix you, Ink. I'm going to make you perfect. I swear it.”

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