#it's just easier for a smaller person to move The Way He Does

[sinning-23]

Piercings (Sanji x Reader)

I’ve fallen down the one-piece rabbit hole and most likely have a new hyperfixation I don't care they’re all hot and I will write like my life depends on it. Anyway, ENJOY SOME SANJI 💃🏾✨

Pt.2 out now! (18+)

Warnings: flirting, heavy touching, mentions of needles, kissing omg so scary

You're leaning against the bathroom sink, trying your damdest to keep a steady hand while you try and slide the needle through the skin of your lip. This wasn’t your first rodeo, considering you have plenty of piercings from your past. Whether it was a manic episode, a silly little impulse decision, or one you'd been wanting for a while, you had them.

Being out on the ocean didn’t really leave you a chance to go and get them done by someone in a shop but you picked up tips and knew what to do for the most part. Besides, if you messed up, you'd just have a little story to tell about it later!

You focused, taking one swift, deep breath before letting the metal into your skin, moving calculated with the jewelry, eyes watching a bit from the shock. This one was a bit easier since you’d had them before and the holes had closed. Observing your face with a smile, satisfied with your work you exit the bathroom.

As far as you knew the only other person with a semi noticeable piercing was Zoro. And even though you two didn’t really bond over it, it was something you had in common. Nami had her ears pierced as well but that was cause you'd offered when she mentioned wanting them. Commotion from the kitchen slows you down and you can’t help but let curiosity get the best of you. It was most likely just Sanji making something for lunch.

“Good morning!” You announce, making your way to the countertop to take a seat.

As predicted, Sanji was focused on his craft, hands moving from different ingredients to one big pot and two smaller pans steaming away behind him. Nami waves and smiles in response as Luffy follows behind her, snatching up an orange before smiling your way.

"Good morning Y/n!" Luffy beams, the kitchen falling in silence once again when the pair leaves.

...does this mf not see you sitting here all pretty?

"Good morning to you too my beautiful, wonderfully glorious, super sexy, absolutely adored y/n" You state, albeit a bit teasing.

He looks up for a moment, not missing the way you had rolled your eyes at the fact that he hadn't bothered to return the acknowledgment to you.

"Good morning chérie." He smiles, always intrigued by your chipper yet, slightly flirtatious attitude.

When you first arrived, it was really just to be an extra set of hands and someone with a rather extensive knowledge of islands. Not to mention pretty damn good with the locals considering you were a people person much like your captain. Anyway, Sanji tried his hand at the compliments and pet names, but you always returned them with quick wit.

In all honesty, it shocked him, and soon you were engaged in a mutual flirtatious game of cat and mouse. Pet names became hushed compliments and whispers in one anothers ear. Brief touches became prolonged and damn could you two hold eye contact. At this point, it was basically an eye-fucking starting contest.

You grin at him, tucking your lower lip between your teeth.

Sanji paused for a moment to examine your face, four shiny dots along your lower lip, two on either side. He swallows hard, trying to shake himself out of his thoughts. What a pretty mouth.

"New piercings?" He questions, turning away from you and back to the stove.

You give a quick, "mhm!" and hop off to hover beside him.

"Shark bites, I mean, we are on the open ocean so why not!" You explain, leaning against the stove for a moment before jumping back with a hiss. Leave it to you to get injured while trying to mess around and chat in a busy kitchen!

It's instantaneous when Saji turns to see if you're injured, his own coming to yours to observe the burn. It wouldn't be the first item he's asked you to not mess around in here while he's working but you were so damn hardheaded, he knew this. But you just couldn't help it!

Unbeknownst to him, being around him and seeing him was the highlight of your day. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't developed feelings for the flirt. But considering he wasn't just flirty with just you, but Nami too, you'd made plenty of excuses and reasons to back off, even toning down your flirting a bit, thinking that you were getting in the way of who he really wanted.

It always killed you on the inside little bit, thinking of how one day maybe Nami would fall victim to his charm like you had. She'd be the one to whisper things to him, the one to press kisses to his face in adoration maybe. It was an odd way to punish yourself and keep your distance, imagining unrequited love but hey, to each their own.

However, unbeknownst to YOU as well, Sanji had developed a old-fashioned crush. How could he not! He loved the teasing, if he was being completely honest. He loved how you stayed just close enough to him to make his heart beat faster. He'd be more than happy to have you closer in all honesty. Pretty face, pretty personality, witty, fierce, bold as hell might he add.

Not to mention shawty got a body on her- Sanji redirects his focus, looking up into those pretty (e/c) eyes.

Taking your hand he pushed it under the icy water from he sink a silence washing over you.

His hands are bigger than yours, littered with scars as he rubs circles over the top of your hand in comfort. You swallow hard, trying to distract yourself from how warm his grasp feels on your wrist. Gentle but warm, contrasting with the harsh water. He's focused, lips and teeth fiddling with a small silver sphere while he turns the water off and grabs the aid kit beside him.

"Sanji." You breathe out, searching his eyes and lips briefly.

"Stick out your tongue....please?" You ask, seeing him swallow hard, ears flushed red., heat spreading to his cheeks. He doesn't follow through with the request.

Using your free hand, you follow the curve of his jaw before using your thumb to slide down his lips. Soft.

"I'll show mine if you show yours." You offer, letting your tongue slide over your lips deceivingly.

He's got this damn irresistible puppy look in his eyes, his lips parking only a bit before he sticks his tongue out, the silver shining in the kitchen light.

You bit your lower lip for a moment, letting your tongue do the same, only for him to find that it was split. He stopped dressing your hand now, the pain greatly dulled with a new distraction.

"Any more surprise body mods I should know about?" Sanji questions, voice dripping with desire.

Keeping your distance was a joke at this point because you'd be damned if you did have your lips on him within the next 10 seconds.

"I could ask you the same. Though, you should take me out before you see what else I have on my body? Don't you think Sanji?" You whisper his name, testing the waters.

It doesn't take much else for him to lean forward, your lips connecting like puzzle pieces. It's a soft pec at first, but soon becomes hungry and consuming, his pierced tongue sliding over your split one. It's hotter in here, his body caging you in, your hands fighting between staying on him, or resting against the countertop for support.

The tobacco on his tongue is addicting, just as much as the way he makes a point to make you feel the small metal sphere. There's only a moment to breathe, but when you do your right back on each other, this time, finding more stability with your arms around his neck, and his hands at your hips, thumbs tracing just above the curve of your ass. And then he feels it.

"Back dermals. Impulse decision but the backshots are nice."You hum, pulling at his lower let gently with your teeth.

He groans, the grip on your hips becoming tighter when he dips his lips down to the skin of your neck, sucking for a moment in debate. Your bodies are pressed flush against each other, his ears red as the color spreads to his cheeks. It's so damn hot in here.

"Backshots huh?"All takes is a whimper from you and he's back to work, the metal from his piercing sliding over your skin.

A look of horror washes over you before you can respond back, and you're pushing against him in a hurry. He opens his mouth to question what's wrong, anxiety seeping into his chest but before he can ever get a chance to overthink, you're already shouting.

"THE STOVE, SANJI! THE STOVE! ITS ON FIRE!"

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LMK IF YOU WANN BE TAGGED IN PT.2

that one gets a little(a lot) spicier and uninterrupted by kitchen chaos and fire hazards

#x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #one piece sanji #sanji live action #sanji x reader #one piece #one piece live action #opla x reader #one piece x reader #i don't care he's hot #this is my current obsession so bear with me

[pilfappreciator]

Part 1 | Part 2

WAKE UP BABES!! DINNER IS SERVED!!!

Bruce/Brandi x Reader: part 2

Includes: GN! Reader, Vacay Lovers, polyamory, relationship headcanons, slight Bruce Jr. slander

💜 These two took things slow when they were wooing you, you better BELIEVE they're gonna do the same once you've actually been bagged

🧡 I MEAN DON'T GET ME WRONG!! They're not any less passionate about you or anything, but like... c'mon. They're middle-aged, run a full time business and are married with kids. They've got a lot on their hands already so chances are they're not immediatly urging you to move in with them or just straight up sign marriage documents (sorry to disappoint u_u)

💜 But like I said: this doesn't mean they're not good lovers

🧡 In fact I'd say in my entirely unbiased opinion that they'd make fantastic lovers! Wonderful! Superb, even!

💜 So naturally, once you find yourself added to the relationship? Expect all that supportive energy thrown your way too lol

🧡 No matter what endeavor you choose to pursue, rest easy knowing you'll have your own personal cheerleaders having your back at all times. You got a hobby you're really into? SAY LESS BABES!! Gift-giving is Brandi's love language so you bet your ass she's buying you everything you could possibly need. Wanna pursue some form of higher education, maybe get some fancy degree? BOOM, you've just signed yourself up for study sessions with Bruce

💜 (I mean like... he might not be much help if you're studying for something shmancy like law or medicine, but he will happily hold and read out flashcards for you :3)

🧡 Or maybe you just wanna help out around Vacay Island which? Yes hello they would love that??

💜 Running a business is no easy feat so the couple definitely welcome the extra set of hands (paws??). If you're more social and outgoing then chances are you're out on the front lines with Bruce, taking orders for food, welcoming guests and getting them settled in, leading activites like volleyball or the weekly shuffleboard tournament, etc.

🧡 Obviously if you'd rather remain behind the scenes, you're more than welcome to join Brandi on her end of things. Making food, booking guests into their rooms, keeping track of all the finances, etc.

💜 Maybe you're crap with spreadsheets and numbers and just wanna like... keep her company while she works at her desk? Grab her some refreshments every now and then?? Maybe even offer a shoulder massage once you've noticed she's been hunched over for too long???

🧡 I swear this woman will cherish you forever

💜 Whether you're another troll like Bruce or a fellow Vacationer like Brandi, the way you spend time with either of these two can differ

🧡 If you're on the smaller side? Bruce just enjoys getting to hold your hand while walking alongside you on the beach. The man spends pretty much all his time around literal giants and it can get a little overwhelming sometimes, so he can definitely appreciate having someone around who's more on his level (hehe). Brandi on the other hand just thinks your small size is cute! Hands down one of her favorite things is when either you or Bruce (OR BOTH) just like? Casually hitch a ride on her shoulder?? Or she'll hold you both in the palm of of her hand and just go "omigosh it's totally like holding a couple of grapes haha :D"

💜 Reader POV: Ah yes. Me, my boyfriend, and our giant girlfriend/wife

🧡 On the flipside, if you're closer to Brandi's size? This woman is taking every available opportunity to take full advantage of the fact. She's laying kisses all over your face, running her fingers through your hair, cuddling with you after a long day of work, etc etc. Technically speaking she COULD (and DOES) do all this regardless of how big/small you are... but at the same time it's just soooo much easier when she doesn't have to constantly watch herself so she doesn't accidentally crush you ://

💜 Meanwhile Bruce is just like "if either of you DO crush me... you won't hear any complaints from my end, just sayin"

🧡 Man is horrendously down bad 😳

💜 Last post i was like OUTINGS WITH BRANDI, but this post?? SURFING LESSONS WITH BRUCE! This man will not rest until you know how to ride a wave, okay, he is DEDICATED. Once you've gotten good enough, expect regular invites to the beach so you two can hit the ocean asdjahdslak

🧡 I like to think that even while running a business and family, Bruce and Brandi are still perfectly capable of maintaining a healthy love life— both with each other and you. Partly because they're just that in love but also cuz they don't let ANYTHING get in the way of weekly date nights (yeah that's right, plural)

💜 Bruce, on the phone: "Hey honey, me and (____) are outside the resturaunt. Where are you?"

"Oh, I'll probably be a few minutes. Bruce Jr. just set off a firework in the kitchen, you know how he is. But you two should go get us a table while you're waiting!"

"Alright, we'll see you later, love you :)"

"I love you guys more~"

🧡 And then Bruce just... hangs up and leads you inside the resturaunt, meanwhile you're just?? Very concerned????

💜 Dates with these two are pretty casual ngl. Neither feel the need for extravagant displays of love, so chances are the three of you are just spending some quality time together. Chillin at home without the kids, cooking/baking food together, watching reality TV

💜 (Tbh there's probably some trollverse version of The Bachelor/Bachelorett and lemme tell you that these two EAT THAT SHIT UP)

🧡 Of course if you wanna go out somewhere fancy then no worries!! Your girl Brandi knows the downlow on all the hottest spots in town and Bruce likely has enough connections to get you three reservations at even the fanciest restaurants

💜 Simply ask and these two will find a way to get it done <33

🧡 LOTS OF FAMILY OUTINGS WITH THE VACAY LOVERS HOUSEHOLD!!!

💜 At some point in the relationship Bruce will approach you and go "Hey, our son Benni has a dance recital tomorrow, did you wanna come?" and the second you say yes is the second you offically become a permanent member of the family. You are joining their monthly family camping trips. You are helping Brandi make cupcakes for school soccer games. You and Bruce are sitting down with the kids for homework help

🧡 Hopefully you've got good memory cuz you're gonna need to memorize 13 different fast food orders whenever the kids drag you to Bergen King askdhalslk

💜 Speaking of the little shits

🧡 You thought you were spending a lot of time with them BEFORE you were smoochin their parents?? Well congrats because the second you start becoming a permanent member at the dinner table, expect to have all 13 of them constantly hanging off you

💜 Maybe one of them needs your help practicing a new move they've learned from their martial arts class, maybe another wants someone to listen as they info dump about their latest hyperfixation, or maybe they just need help kickstarting their underground fireworks selling business

🧡 Cough cough (Bruce Jr) cough cough

ASJKJDHALJSKD THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN, I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH!! There were a for more headcanons i wanted to touch upon but the post was getting long lol. Definitely plan on doing more for them tho so no worries uwu

but i mean like if you guys got prompts/questions then go ahead, my asks are open 👀👉👈

#bruce jr. had like 10 seconds of screentime total #10 seconds is all i need to clock him as the family Shit-Stirer(tm) #(was gonna shorten his name to BJ but like...) #(i mean i'll slander him alright) #(but im not gonna do him THAT dirty) #trolls #trolls band together #bruce trolls #brandi trolls #Vacay Lovers #brozone #headcanon #brozone x reader #trolls x reader #x reader #spruce trolls

[mischiefmanaged71]

can I request a grumpy x sunshine trope with tom bennett, where reader is the sunshine one and tom is the grumpy one? thank you so much! I adore your work to death ❤️

midnight rain

Summary: She was sunshine, he was midnight rain. 

Where the grumpy flirt next door meets sunshine who knows just how to deal with him.

A/N: Immediately went into the works! I love this trope! The way I immediately jumped right into this and finished it so quickly. The ideas write themselves xx  

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem! Reader

Tom noticed her from the first glance. He recognised the lost look in her eyes as she scanned the street with confusion twisting her delicate features. He appreciated the beauty for a second, then his better judgement escaped him and he waved a hand to grab her attention.

“Lost?”

Her head flickered upward and he withheld a chuckle at the doe-eyed look. “What?”

“You lost? You’re wandering about, is all.” Tom noted with a hand, waving the cigarette in his hand as he leaned against the wall.

She felt her face flush, stepping toward the blonde. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I can find the post office?” 

“You’re about a block down.” he gestured to the right far end of the street. His right, that is.

“Thanks.” she smiled, shying away from his upturned smile.

“You new in town?” 

“What gave me away?”

His lips turned upward, “Well you don’t talk like you’re from here, for one.”

She mustered a sheepish smile at that, nodding her head. 

“Town’s pretty small. Everyone knows everyone. Besides, I’d remember you.”

A laugh escaped her mouth as she titled her head at the remark. “Should’ve seen that coming. Yeah, I’m actually looking for a place. New job, and all.”

“Where at?”

“St Mary’s hospital. I’m a nurse.”

He hummed, “Ah, so I know where to go if I ever get into trouble.”

“Is that a frequent thing?”

“Trouble follows me, it seems.” he mused, a puff of smoke falling from his lips. “At least that’s what I’ve heard.” 

“That’s not very nice.” she stated, catching as he raised his eyebrows at her. “Of people. To talk about you like that.”

He shrugged, a knowing look behind his eyes. “What if it’s true?”

“I like to think everyone has a reason for their actions. You can’t make assumptions about a person based on gossip.”

A puff released from his mouth as he regarded the curious woman, intrigued by her optimistic persona. “I suppose. And what do you think?”

“Far too early to assume anything.” she concluded, flickering to meet his eyes. Y/N raised her eyebrows. “What do they call you?”

“Well, I’ve been called many things.” he huffed, extending his hand.

She blinked before accepting the hand, her smaller one engulfed by his. His touch was warm and gentle as he grasped her hand and shook it. “Tom is what I prefer.”

And she smiled, giving her name in return as they forgot to let go.

***

It was a few weeks later when Y/N finally settled into the flat she was able to rent at an affordable price. On her day off, she decided to bake and share the sweets with her new neighbours next door, having seen the young woman living in the house. Making friends in a new place was always difficult, but the young lady looked around her age so it would hopefully be easier with a gesture.

She turned up to their doorstep, gift in hand and knocked gently on the door. Y/N teetered on her feet, anxiously awaiting an answer before the door opened. She wore a smile, expecting the young lady to open the door. To her better surprise, she met a pair of blue eye and that golden blonde hair. Her eyes widened slightly, heart skipping a beat at the proximity of her standing so close to the gentleman. She felt herself pause for a moment before she finally registered that he spoke.

“Hi.” she managed.

“Hello.” he wore that distinct smirk, his eyes creasing slightly. “Back again.”

“Yeah. I-I actually just moved in.” she gestured to the flat next door.

Tom leaned against the doorway. “We’re neighbours, are we? Was that intentional or?”

“No-coincidence. In fact, my uncle recommended it. He used to live ‘round here before he moved for work.”

Tom nodded, glancing at her hands. “What’s that?”

“Oh, I thought you and your family would appreciate some sweets.” she smiled, handing him the plate.

He glanced between her and the plate, inhaling the scent of the chocolate. “You didn’t need an excuse to drop by. You could’ve asked.”

“It wasn’t.” she replied. “I enjoy baking. Besides, I can’t eat it all myself anyway.”

He nodded, “What other sweet things do you do?”

“What do you mean?”

Tom chuckled, “I mean the whole sunshine act. You smile all the time, your nice, and you bake. Is that all the time or are you just sweet with me?”

Y/N furrowed her brows, staring at him. “I guess I’ve always been like this.”

She leaned closer, “And no, it’s not for you. I try to be kind to everyone. To treat people with kindness and receive it back.”

From the huff that escaped his mouth, she studied Tom closer. “What? You don’t believe that?”

“No, because people will screw you over. Every chance. Unless they want something, of course.”

“Not everything is fake. Some people are actually genuine.” she retorted. “Like how you helped me the other day, right?”

“Sure, but that’s not generally how people are.”

“Like how you try to act all suave and closed off?”

“I’m don’t try to put on anything.”

Y/N hummed, “Telling. What do you even do for fun around here?”

“There’s lots to do. I can show you.” he leaned closer. 

“And there it is again.” she mused, a smile on her face. She flushed under his stare, flickering away from his handsome smirk. “Do you ever smile or is that smirk permanent?”

His eyes softened, flickering from her eyes to her lips. “You're always blushing  all the time...it's almost cute."

"And are you really this smug 24/7?"

"Smug?" he scoffed, shaking his head. "I'm not smug.”

She smiled up at him, “No. You’re just grumpy.” 

“I’m not grumpy. Not everyone can smile that much. Well, maybe except for you."

She shrugged, "Guess not."

***

Tom had told her he was trouble from the first moment, and while she agreed to some degree that he was mischief incarnate. He had tendencies that meant he lived on impulsive decisions which got him into trouble sometimes, but he mostly meant well. He was a good person with certainly some misguided intentions when it came to priorities. 

Although, when it came to her, Tom was a grumpy blessing in disguise. He was a welcome sight at her doorstep after a long shift at the hospital, offering company and relief from her stress. He was always quick witted, managing to bring a smile to her tired self on any occasion, to which she was grateful. 

Over coming months, Tom and the Bennett family became a regular part of her life as she became accustomed to their own household. Douglas and Lois came to know her through her regular visits which turned into dinners- not to forget the drop in visits before or after work. While Tom didn’t have regular work, he certainly found himself busy with capturing Y/N’s attention when she wasn’t working at the hospital. Both his dad and sister were fine with the idea, given the young lady managed to keep him out of certain trouble with her around. She was always there with a kind smile that contrasted to Tom’s smug smirk and mischief. His dad had remarked that one morning, they were a sight together.

She was anxiously pacing their doorstep that morning when she had received no answer from the Bennett’s house. Of course, she supposed they could be out, but the entire family rarely left. Tom usually was round this time, and they had agreed last week to meet at the time. The figures in the distance brought her attention to the Bennetts, Tom leading the group. Relief filled her until she saw the grievance evident on Mr Bennett’s face. He and Lois greeted her politely, ushering inside, leaving her and Tom outside.

“What happened?” her hands rested on her waist.

“Police came round yesterday.” he replied, “Sorry ‘bout missing our plan.”

She shook her head. “It’s fine. What did you do?”

“What makes you think it was my fault?”

“I can easily ask your dad. He’s just inside.” she tilted her head to the door.

He blinked at her, glancing away as he sighed. “Fine. Something about the other night. I got into somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be.”

She shook her head. “Couldn’t find anything else to do while I’m at work?”

“Well, you take all the fun with you, I’m not left with many options.”

“You’ve got to stop this.” she met his blue eyes, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “How’d you get out anyway?”

A smirk grew on his lips and he shrugged as if it were nothing. “Said I’d join up and they were quick to let me out.”

“You what?” she gasped, her voice dropping. “You said you’d join?”

“I’m not actually going to join up, love.” he stared down at her.

She ignored the flush of her face at that nickname from his lips. “Don’t you think they’ll find out?”

“Not if I’m a conscientious objector. They won’t do anything.” Tom stated, as though he had it all thought out.

“Since when have you been a pacifist?” she asked.

“Bout half hour ago.” his nose scrunched, the smirk floating to his lips.

Y/N shook her head, sighing deeply. “What do I do with you?”

His eyes widened slightly, “Well, I hope you keep me ‘round.”

“So long as you stop this. Gonna give me a heart attack if the police catch you again. Alright? No more visits, otherwise.”

Tom raised his hands, floating closer to her. His warm breath hit her face as he hovered over her, whispering sweetly. "I'll do that just because you asked."

***

The next morning, she hurried out of her flat to head to the Bennetts for the day when Tom greeted her on her doorstep. She caught him as his hand let the front door, surprised at his appearance. 

“What’re you doing here?”

“I was just-” he stuttered uncharacteristically, “I-uh need to talk to you. Is that alright?”

She blinked at him, nodding. “Of course. Come inside.”

Y/N noticed the tension in the air. Not the comfortable air that usually surrounded them. The content feeling was replaced by an air of the unknown as she awaited Tom’s explanation. 

“Is everything alright?” she glanced over his face, recognising the tension between his furrowed brows. His lips formed a tight line, his blue eyes not meeting her’s until- she held her breath, her eyes burning at the realisation hitting her. The guilty expression reflected in his stare as he opened his mouth. She knew within a moment what would fall from his lips before he spoke. 

Please don’t

She begged in her mind, repeating it over again.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.”

Y/N felt gutted all the same, hearing it spoken aloud. A ringing sounded in her ears as she stared at him, studying and memorising every part of his face. She still asked him all the same, not wanting to believe it despite the truth of it.

“What?”

"I have to join up."

For once, he was met with silence, which was somehow more unsettling than the barrage of words his dad had for him.

"What changed?" she asked, her quiet voice loud in the silent flat.

Tom looked at her sadly, clasping his hands. "I don't have a choice. Dad won't put me up with them, and I can't stay. Otherwise..."

Tears welled in her eyes at the realisation, pursing her lips in a tight line. "Do you know how long you'll be gone?"

"No."

Y/N nodded, blinking away the tears as her heart beated faster in her chest. Tom clenched his jaw, pulling her into his arms as a sigh escaped his mouth. "You'd better come back." 

“I will. I'll try my best. Can't promise you anything, but-"

"I won't accept anything less than a promise." She met his eyes. "People die every day, but you do whatever you need to get back here."

"I can never say no to you, can I?" he smiled, ducking his head to press against her forehead. "I'll do my best not to break it then."

***

News arrived, but it wasn’t what she was expecting that day. It began with word of the HMS Exeter being attacked. 61 soldiers were killed, 24 were injured and the ship was pulling up back to the shore. A knock sounded at her door, shaking her from the trance she was in.

“You hear?” Lois asked, seeing the pallor of the woman’s face.

Y/N nodded, “He’ll be fine, right? It’s Tom.”

“He’s too stubborn. They’ll have to do worse to stop him from comin’ back.”

Two days later, on her walk home from work, her heart skipped a beat at the familiar blonde standing at her door. He smirked upon seeing her widened eyes.

"I brought you a canary." he held up the cage, placing it on the ledge.

She shook her head and leapt into his arms, clutching onto him as a lifeline. Her eyes fell shut as she withheld those tears.

“Don’t do that to me.” she breathed.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, caressing her head.

Soon enough, she ushered him inside and he discussed all that had happened on the tour. There was a sombre mood that caused her to trip up, recognising the slight change in his demeanour.

“What else happened?”

He flickered to meet her eyes, playing his fingers as they sat on the bed. Tom pursed his lips, shaking off the nerves. “I saw a few mates...they got caught in an explosion. I was the only one to get out unscathed.”

Tom looked up at her from his lowered position on the bed, leaning up on an arm. Her hand darted out to him. “I just-I feel this...guilt.”

“You shouldn’t.” she stated, despite the scoff that he restrained. “You survived. It’s terrible and I’m sorry about your friend. It just means that you need to make the most of what you’ve got.”

His eyes darted down, his voice shaking. “I'm afraid.”

Something shattered in her chest at the fear in his voice. Her hand darted out to push his hair back from his beautiful features, comforting him as he tucked away. 

“Dad wants me to go back.” 

Her eyes widened, “What’d you tell him?”

“Exactly that...I don’t wanna go back to that. I can’t watch people die. I won’t kill anyone.”

She nodded, listening intently to his words as she felt a part of herself shattering. “Try again. Your dad’s understanding, first. I’ll be here, no matter what you choose. I know you’ll do what’s best.”

"How do you always do that?" he pondered.

She tilted her head, “Do what?"

"Make it easier." Tom sighed, "Everything is...quiet when I'm around you. It's easier with you."

"I'm glad. You could smile more." she chuckled as he tickled her neck.

"Please don't look sad. I can't handle it." Tom pleaded, “Smile for me, so I can remember that image each and every day.”

There is another heartfelt goodbye that evening, and she is left with those same butterflies in her stomach as his touch left.

Two days later on her doorstep is the answer to her question. She held him tighter that day, a whisper of a kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth. She memorises the corners of his face, the warmth of his touch on her skin. The blue of his eyes and the feeling of his soft hair beneath her fingertips. The goodbye brings tears to her eyes that fall, only to meet his soft caresses as her brushed them away. 

She bit her lip, mustering a wistful smile for him. A promise fell from her mouth. "I'll be waiting for you." 

***

In the end, she hoped that the pain of the previous occasion would be a once off. Listening to the radio each and every morning was a norm in her flat, however, it became a nerve-wrecking moment when the news arrived. The HMS Exeter had, in fact, been performing a rescue mission of British soldiers from the beach at Dunkirk when an attack killed and injured many. 

They were awaiting numbers from the Allied forces in France. Tallies of survivors would be relayed when available. At the moment, they were left with only the question of whether their loved ones would be on the lists of the missing, or the deceased. Over the coming weeks, Lois had watched the spiral in her. The dimming light as she failed to bring that smile to her face with the essence of her light gone. 

He was the light to reignite that spark in her. And when Tom Bennett returned on her doorstep, her swept Y/N off her feet. The man refused to prolong the moment any further as he pressed his lips to her’s.

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[slaymitchabernathy]

Play Nice

“You are an absolute brat and I loathe you,” Coriolanus grits out, covered in sweat, scratches and a little bit of blood as he wrangles her down to the tiled bathroom floor, “I wish I never let you move in with me.”

All that he gets in reply is a hiss and a frustrated yowl.

“Is everything alright in there?” Soarynn calls from the bedroom.

Coriolanus glances at his reflection in the floor length mirror. He looks absolutely pitiful like this. Soaked with bath water, his curls sticking to his forehead, his hands scratched up as he attempts to pin down an eleven pound cat to the ground.

“Perfectly fine darling,” he calls back.

Petunia lets out a loud meow, so loud that you’d think he was strangling her which is fucking impossible the way she’s wiggling around. “This is only going to serve as a momentary lapse in our relationship,” he gasps as he finally manages to get her to hold still, “all that’s left is drying you off and clipping your nails.”

Easier said than done.

Ever so carefully, he reaches for the towel he left on the floor, wrapping it around her until she looks like some sort of puffed pastry. Petunia does not look happy but Coriolanus can’t find it in him to care about that right now. “You’re an absolute diva,” he tells her, shooting the feline a small glare, “you had me fooled in that pet shop all those years ago.”

Coriolanus had gotten Petunia as a gift for Soarynn, as means to give his girlfriend some company while he was away at work. He hadn’t expected the cat to become a tyrant in his own home, prancing around with ribbons on her neck, batting at his ankles and sleeping right in between them.

And she stole his socks. Some things were just unforgivable to him.

She looks a bit like a wet rat right now. Soaked to the bone but he is too. Her normally fluffy, white fur is smoothed down making her appear much smaller than she usually does. Petunia is a ball of fluff, if only her attitude could say the same.

“Do you need help Coryo?”

His eyes widen at his girlfriend’s question and he’s quick to shoot it down. “We’re fine! Just rest darling.”

Normally, Soarynn took on the brunt of Petunia’s personal hygiene. She brushed the cat at least ten times a day and cats are quite clean overall so it was rare for Petunia to be bathed. Usually, they handed that task over to their trusted veterinarian but the vet was closed today and while Soarynn could bathe Petunia with no problem, she wasn’t feeling well. Menstrual cramps seemed to be a constant issue where Coriolanus was concerned. He hated them. Hated how they made the love of his life feel, how helpless she became, how she whimpered in pain as she curled up in a tight ball.

So on the day she had planned to give Petunia a bath, he bravely stepped up to the task. How hard could it be? Petunia was always so well behaved when Soarynn bathed her. Coriolanus even had a photo of Soarynn holding up a swaddled Petunia in her arms, almost like a child with a big smile on her face.

Petunia however, seemed to be dead set on making him regret his selfless decision as she attempted to free her paw to swat at him. “Save your tears for someone who cares about them,” he tells the cat as he ruffles the towel and attempts to dry her off. He glances at the hair dryer that sits on his girlfriend’s side of the bathroom counter but that’s too risky. Water and electricity are a terrible match and with his luck, he’d electrocute both of them.

He’ll just stick with the towel.

꧁ ꧂

By the time he’s finished with the battle of drying and clipping the cats fur and nails, Coriolanus feels as if he’s lost a good two years of his life.

It’s damn near ironic how she happily prances out into the bedroom once he opens the bathroom doors, gasping for air. Petunia runs over to the bed, effortlessly jumping onto it and immediately seeks out Soarynn for comfort.

He can’t see his girlfriend all that clearly with the amount of pillows and blankets she’s got covering her but he hears her chuckle at his attempt of a ribbon around Petunia’s neck. “Oh, you gave him a run for his money, didn’t you my darling?”

Coriolanus scoffs and smooths his hair back as he walks around to her side of the bed and finds her curled up with her heating pad. Petunia is already lying down, her stomach on full display as Soarynn gives her belly rubs. “If our children are anything like her then we’ll need to hire a full-time nanny,” Coriolanus decides right there and then.

Soarynn smirks as she slowly attempts to sit up but he gently pushes her back down. She needs to rest, that’s why he so stupidly agreed to do this suicidal task in the first place. “You know, I do have to move at some point,” she softly reminds him. Coriolanus nods, he knows that Soarynn can’t lie here forever but he’s set on keeping her here as long as possible. Where she’s safe and warm and loved.

Petunia meows, seemingly upset that the attention is no longer on her. “I think if we gave you to Dr. Gaul she’d send you right back,” he says, not at all impressed with the innocent display Petunia is putting on. She hisses at him and tries to swipe at his hand when he reaches for Soarynn.

Soarynn rolls her eyes and scratches the cat between her ears, “Play nice you two.”

Easy for her to say. The cat is obsessed with Soarynn, wants to follow her everywhere, be with her while she showers and brushes her teeth.

Which is unfortunate because Coriolanus is also obsessed with Soarynn and wants to follow her everywhere, and be with her while she showers and brushes her teeth.

If he knew he was in for some competition then he would have gotten her a fish.

“She refuses to share you with me,” he grumbles as he carefully sits on the edge of the bed, his hip next to Soarynn’s head. Soarynn gives him a small smile, “Sounds like someone I know.” He ignores her teasing and runs a loving hand through her soft blonde hair, “Well, that someone clearly adores you with all his heart and made a great sacrifice today by bathing that cat.”

Soarynn giggles and presses a kiss to Petunia’s head, “He also replaced the silk ribbon I normally tie around her neck for a necktie.” Well, now he’s embarrassed. And the tie looks rather sharp in his opinion and Petunia clearly doesn’t mind as she bats at it with her paws. “He was a man with few resources who was trapped with a deadly beast,” he tells her somberly, “be glad he made it out alive.”

Soarynn looks up at him and he nearly melts right then and there at how beautiful she looks.

She’d deny it if he told her how perfect she looks right now. She’d claim that she hasn’t showered yet and that her hair isn’t properly styled and that she hasn’t eaten a decent meal since yesterday afternoon but he doesn’t care. He’s sure he’ll see all sorts of sides of her as their relationship grows and matures. He’s going to hold her hand when she pushes their child into the world and Coriolanus doesn’t doubt that she’ll look absolutely beautiful when she does it.

“Thank you for giving her a bath,” she says. And suddenly all is forgiven. The headache he has is now vaporized. The cuts on his hand healed. His damp curls dry and styled to perfection. Everything seems to be alright with her by his side.

“You’re very welcome my darling,” he replies before leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. He feels a soft sensation on his cheek and in his peripheral vision he can see Petunia rubbing her head against his cheek. Soarynn lets out a breathy laugh, “Looks like all has been forgiven then.”

Coriolanus smiles to himself as Petunia crawls onto Soarynn’s lap and curiously observes the heating pad.

Petunia can be a real pain in the ass. But when he sees how happy she makes Soarynn, how much more Soarynn laughs and smiles because of that cat, it all seems worth it in the end. After all, these are the two most important women in his life. He ought to take care of them.

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[raviollies]

Wanted to organize my thoughts on Lorelai

I wanted to explore multiple things with Lorelai - namely Responsibility, and Body.

Lorelai is a character haunted by responsibility - or rather her desire to not face it, with the main conflict being the murder of her father. It was an accident, there was no pre-meditated intent, however, it had happened, and Lorelai ran from it rather than facing it. Which bleeds into the next point.

Did the murder actually happen? I used the phrase 'Schrödinger's murder' because Lorelai never saw the conclusion. While she assumes he was dead, and for all intents and purposes, as she is the only witness, it is true, but there is the slightest possibility that he did not die that night. As long as Lorelai does not face the consequence, the responsibility of what she did - her father is both alive and dead. The crime happened, and never did. It is her fear of acknowledging and taking responsibility for her actions that halts her from ever opening that door, from ever seeing the actual conclusion - if the 'cat' really is alive or dead.

But that doesn't change whatever has transpired within the room - just because Lorelai does not acknowledge it, does not change the 'cat's real fate, only Lorelai's perception of it, only her own healing and closure.

For her to be able to get closure, to move on, she must face responsibility for what she did rather than running away from it. She 'accepts' it, saying the 'cat' is dead but still refuses to open the door - the final step necessary to bury the 'cat' once for all. Only then can she find peace from the yoke of the past.

Secondly is body- this one is a little more nuanced. Lorelai is a lesbian, which interacts with gender in a particular way ; I highly recommend taking a look at My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness

Lorelai has faced a lot of issues over her presentation - she had her own style and her sexuality put her at odds with her rather conservative and old fashioned parents. Her struggles with being accepted as a vampire, is a metaphor for interactions as a queer person with others, unknowing if they will accept you, or consider you dangerous simply for existing.

Though while I needed to mention this as it's an important facet, there is more to this then her sexuality. The way I write vampirism, Lorelai would have developed Analgesia ever since becoming undead. She has decreased sensitivity to all physical stimuli (with the exception of light magic and daylight), thus her ability to feel warm, cold, pain, and pleasure is significantly reduced (It's due to this she prefers to be in her bat form when seeking warmth, it is a much smaller surface area to warm, thus making it easier to experience any temperature change).

This impacts her libido, as Lorelai has really no drive to participate in sex. She very much is interested in women, and has no issues with concept of sex, however due to her decreased feeling, it ends up impacting her sense of self. It is not an inherent part of her, like asexuality, but rather a symptom of her own tumultuous relationship with her body.

This all in combination causes Lorelai to experience dissociation and depersonalization. Her general physical numbness makes her feel as though her body is not her own, but rather she is akin to a hermit crab, finding sanctuary in this shell, but it was not hers. Especially in situations of high stress, she struggles with connecting her mind and her body, with the barely feeling shell feeling too big. It is static of her extremities, something far away - a phantom limb but it is physically there, she just feels it and doesn't at the same time.

TLDR : this little bat needs a long hug.

#lorelai #I FINALLY GOT WHAT I WANTED FOR HER.... #i love shoving my issues onto characters <3 you get to be my stress ball now

[thedarkonesposts]

I could talk about Kylar all day so here’s part one of god knows how many of random Kylar headcanons. Feel free to add your own or discuss mine! I love to chat.

Random:

- He knows how to play piano, his parents made him learn when young but he never really enjoyed it so he stopped once they transformed. He still remembers a good deal though

- He doesn’t have a mirror in his room due to being extremely insecure, he even removed the mirror from his bathroom- and covered most of the others in the house to avoid having to see himself

- He has bad social anxiety and hates going to crowded places. He does better in quiet outdoor places as opposed to indoor ones since there’s typically less people.

- He has adhd, borderline personality disorder, an anxiety disorder, likely autism, and severe depression.

- He loves to read romance novels and imagine himself in them, the sappier the better.

- He had a crush on Sydney as a kid.

- Human death has stopped bothering him, he’s quite desensitized to gore, violence, and death- unless an animal is involved. He’ll have a full nervous break over seeing a dead animal.

- Stutters and struggles to pronounce certain words. Has a little bit of a lisp that absolutely isn’t helped by how soft his voice is.

- He loves dating games / visual novels, he religiously plays free otome games and models the mc after himself

- He’s trans ftm and despite his stature passes very well. Most people at school just think he’s a runty effeminate boy.

Appearance / body headcanons:

- Kylar has a million nervous habits, his fingers are always chewed up. Nails bitten, skin peeled, it’s an awful nervous habit that he tries to combat with bandaids but ends up just moving to a different finger as soon as access is lost. He picks at his skin a lot too, any little blemish will be picked so badly it becomes a crater and scars.. and He has a *lot* of scars. Self harm ones, accidental ones, ones just from picking and such. Most of them are on his hands, wrists and thighs but he kind of has them all over. he’s a biter and chewer too. His lips are always dry so he chews the skin off, his lips are always cracked and bloody, he doesn’t care though.

- He’s 4’11” but looks even smaller due to terrible posture, he’s always hunched over.

- He’s physically very sensitive but his neck, thighs, and hands are his most sensitive areas.

- He has terrible eye bags all the time and looks tired- unless manic.

- His pupils dilate easily so he often has huge blown out pupils.

- His hairs wavy/curly but typically greasy so it never quite looks right. It’s always messy and knotted- sticking out every which way.

- He’s extremely pale, bordering on looking sickly. He blushes and also bruises extremely easily- something as simple as grabbing his wrist will bruise.

- Has very bony knees, fingers, and hips

- Most of his clothes are stained, he rarely if ever does laundry and leaves his clothes in piles around his room to grab and wear when he needs.

- A lot of his clothes are also ill fitted and huge. He’ll only wear long sleeves even if he’s alone at home, big sweatshirts and hoodies are the most comforting option for him so he usually wears them every day- even hot days.

- His shirts have all had the end of the sleeves chewed on, hoodie drawstrings too.

Affection headcanons:

- he likes neck and cheek kisses the best.

- He loves to lay in his partners lap, or vice versa.

- He will constantly draw and write about his partner, it’s an easier way to show love than verbalizing it. He struggles with words so poetry or art serves to close the gap.

- He uses a lot of pet names, he’s awkward and stunted with verbal affection but pet names come easily, as does praise.

- Napping / sleeping together is one of his favorite things.

-he licks a lot. Just randomly licks and bites partners to show affection

Kink headcanons:

- He has a size kink, he likes being smaller than his partner- especially if they take advantage of that difference in size.

- he prefers to be submissive, and has a naturally submissive personality, only being dominant when it’s out of rage or delusion.

- He really likes praise but also degradation. He’d personally only praise- borderline worship partners but enjoys either when done to him. It does also depend on what’s being said. For praise he likes anything but for degradation he likes things about his size, his intelligence, and his sexual experience. He hates to be degraded for his looks, or degraded in a way that compares him to others- he’ll get legitimately insecure.

- blood kink.

- Likes to be called pet names, kitten, baby, literally anything soft and affectionate will make him weak.

- He’s into a lot of things he would do while hysteric, but wants them done to himself. Being kidnapped? Turns him on. Being tied up or kept in a cage? He’d be in heaven. He has a huge thing for power imbalance and wants to be helpless

- Rapekink,,, goes both ways.

- Breeding. Obviously.

- He likes saliva a lot. Spitting, messy kissing, licking, saliva being shared in any way really does it for him

- He’s very open to experimenting with kinks, will try anything honestly.

Potentially triggering / dark headcanons:

(Tw: eating disorder mention, drug abuse, unhealthy habits, Sa)

- he abuses prescription meds he’s on, intentionally od’s on antidepressants for the forced mania it gives when depressed, takes too many anxiety meds to black out, will use anything recreationally if given a chance.

- Kylar has a really weird relationship with food. He either doesn’t eat or eats an insane amount of unhealthy food all at once, never an in between. In general he only really eats junk food and only knows how to cook because he thinks it would impress others. Half the time he doesn’t have the motivation to actually make himself something, the other half he’s just not hungry. he started intentionally restricting food when he was younger but never really was able to fix his relationship with food and hunger, he also struggles with body image so gaining weight scares him.

- Kylar was sexually abused when younger leading to a lot of his issues, his bpd and hypersexuality developed mostly as a result of the abuse.

- He equates sex to love, he doesn’t understand that there’s a difference and they can exist without each other. To him sex is the ultimate act of love because that’s what he’s been taught- so he constantly tries to have sex with his partner in order to validate that. He’ll get extremely anxious and upset if turned down, because he feels like the other person doesn’t love him. He also won’t say no, no matter if he wants it or not. Consent is a weird topic with him and he has little to no actual understanding of it. To him if you love someone you have sex with them, no matter what.

- He gets really bad depressive episodes when he isn’t manic, withdrawing from his hobbies and sleeping most of the time

- Has a drug problem. (Have a more in depth post abt this specifically)

#kylar the loner #tsefried rambles #sydney the fallen #sydney the faithful #dol kylar #degrees of lewdity kylar #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity fanfic #headcanons #kylar headcanons

[pshwritess]

Meeting your ex at a high school reunion after 6 years

Pairing: Ex!Sunghoon x fem reader

Genre: high school!au, exes to lovers, angst with a happy ending

Word count: 3.1k lol idek how it got this long but pls tell me if I should write a part 2 🥲

Warning: Slight cursing if you squint, nothing else I think 

High School Graduation [2016, March 30th]

The school grounds were tightly packed with students, chitter chatter all around and graduation hats were all that could be seen. It was graduation day, some were crying while some clicked silly pictures with their friends which would all just last as memories somewhere in their cupboards.

“Get the fucking polaroid!” you yelled at the tall, fair boy who stumbled on his way to get the camera. Park Sunghoon, your boyfriend of 2 years and best friend before that, was one of the people in your group of hooligans. Others were you, Jay, Jake, Yunjin, Miyeon, and Euijoo. You 7 were inseparable for all your high school years.

On the other hand, you and Sunghoon started dating back in your sophomore year about 3 months after you got to know each other through Euijoo. Since then, you went on countless dates to arcades, ice rinks, stargazing or just watching movies together.

You all knew that this might be the last time you see them for a very long time. Sunghoon propped the camera up with his right hand and made sure everyone was in the frame before clicking the photograph and blowing on the polaroid that printed it out. 

The whole day passed by with bittersweet memories and hanging out at the nearest restaurant through the evening. You and Sunghoon were continuously dodging the elephant in the room, "What will happen to us?” And when the joy came to an end, it was 8 ish pm and you and Sunghoon were standing around the corner of the block where you lived, it was slightly cold, and a gentle wind was blowing, hitting your faces as you met his eyes.

An awkward silence lingered in the air between you two, stealing glances at the other’s expressions and trying to blabber out any words, any way to begin the end of this beautiful journey. Mustering up the courage, you balled your fists and looked straight at him in the eye.

“I suppose we’re thinking the same thing?“ You said in a long but shaky voice, a forced small smile shadowing your lips. “I suppose we are“ he whispered and looked away, not knowing how he was supposed to walk away from such an amazing person, he didn’t know how he was meant to leave everything behind and move on with his life, his career, pretending that all these beautiful memories didn’t exist.

“I’ll make this easier for the both of us, hm?“ you said while gently clasping his hand with yours, looking at him with almost moist eyes, and began to speak. “You have a bright future ahead of you, I hope I do too. But to achieve what we both want with life, we need to let each other go so we don’t come in the way of each other’s success or career, yeah? And it’s hard saying goodbye to you because of obvious reasons“ he chuckled at that and looked down at your intertwined hands before lifting them and placing a feathery kiss on the back of your hand. 

“Now, one of us will turn around and walk away. We’ll walk away, without turning around, which will mean that we are happy with how we turned out and hold the best memories of each other and we’ll move on with our lives, knowing that our first relationship was very healthy, lovely which came to an end because we grew up” you said and wiped away the new tear on his cheek. “Okay?” you asked with a sad smile painted on your lips and moist eyes.

Nodding hesitantly, he looked at you for a good minute before planting a soft peck at the top of your head and clutching you tight, close to him since it would presumably be the last time he does this. And when he let you lose, you turned around, your hand being slowly released from his grip. You walked away from him, your silhouette growing smaller with every step you took and he watched you walk away from him and his life with a tear-struck face and incomplete heart.

Present [December 2022]

You moved on, it was hard, getting used to not having your friends around to banter with, to not having a boyfriend to look forward to after coming home. You pined a little but started fueling your motivation to study. All your emotions, you converted them into your drive to achieve more than you imagined.

And today, 6 years later, you were a successful Stanford graduate event planner, known for arranging both formal and informal events, be it a university event of counseling to throwing a marriage after-party rager. You had it all. You were beautiful, independent, happy? Not so sure about the last part but having a roof over your head that you pay for is what matters right?

It was 12:30 noon and you were sitting on the kitchen counter, a bagel in one hand and the other busy replying to work emails on your laptop. You were a busy busy woman. The sunlight brushed past your facial features, a small frown sitting on your eyebrows as you took a sip of your midday coffee, the silence was interrupted by a loud bang on your front door and you assumed it was the delivery guy dropping a parcel you ordered from Amazon. “Just a second!” you yelled and slipped your feet inside your slide on and went to open the door.

But what you saw after opening- more like who you saw after opening the door left you in awe. Huh Yunjin, in the flesh was standing at your door with a small suitcase and a bright smile on her lips. And before you could react, she hugged you, practically squeezed you to the point you had to ask her to loosen her grip on your shoulders.

“It’s been so fucking long Y/n what the fuck man!” she yelled while laughing hysterically while you were still surprised as to how she got your address considering the last time you met was about a year ago and you didn’t live here then. After the very long laughing session, you invited her inside and she made herself feel at home while sitting on the couch.

“So what’s the purpose of your visit Ms. Huh?“ you asked while handing her a cup of coffee and sitting beside her with your mug of coffee. She propped herself up and looked at you pleadingly. You side-eyed her and one of your brows perked up in curiosity. Scooting closer to you and keeping her coffee mug on the table, she started speaking.“So you remember Jay from high school right? He is hosting a high school reunion back in our hometown. A 3-day trip and lots of our batchmates are coming. And I’ve come bearing an invite for you” she finished speaking and honestly, it was not a bad idea. Maybe you’ll get to see Sunghoon. 

Truly, you wanted to see what he looked like, what his occupation was, how he went through college, and the basic teen adventures, it wouldn’t be awkward meeting him, that you knew for sure. Instead, for you at least, it would be healing because you were kids in love, parted with heartbreak, and never talked again. It was sad, but it led to something good. “Okay, but when because I will need to cancel my event appointments with my clients and I don’t wanna lose a million-dollar deal because of a high school reunion.” You said and she was already on her phone, you assumed she was texting about your confirmation.

 And before you knew it, she already had the next flight booked to Seoul.

 Getting off the plane, you went to the luggage area to pick up your suitcases and hop on the next taxi to the hotel where you’ll be staying, the one that Yunjin said Jay had booked for your short stay. So doing as you planned, within 2 hours, the GPS showed only 3 minutes until you arrive at your destination. The cab driver took a sharp left turn and you could see the hotel’s sign shining bright. “One thing for sure, Jay is still rich because look at that hotel” Yunjin commented and sighed enviously, of course, she would. The car pulled up in the driveway of the hotel. 

Paying in cash to the driver, you hopped off the ride while thanking the middle-aged man. “I’ll be fucking damned“ you heard your companion curse under her breath and looked at where her eyes were fixed. 4 guys, all with their backs toward you except one who was busy talking with the other 3. “Let’s go“ you said and enthusiastically walked with Yunjin in their direction. “Ain’t that our girls?“ Jay, the one who specked you first said when he saw you both approaching them. And the other 3 turned their heads, Koga, Jake, and Euijoo. You still recognized them but they were very very different from what you remember them. 

They weren’t the goofy-looking, innocent faces, they were sharp-featured, tall, and lean guys. As soon as you stood near them, a little disappointment seeped in when you didn’t spot Sunghoon but you saw Koga, aka “K” who was your best friend until you lost touch 4 years ago. As soon as looked K in the eye, his first instinct was to hug you tight and laugh with you. After hugging each one of them, you started walking inside with them, obviously being the gentlemen they’d groomed into, they were the ones dragging suitcases inside while catching up.

“Hey they’re saying that they’ll keep the luggage in the rooms so leave them- oh hey Y/n?“ Yeah, he said all that in a moment so the only thing you caught on was your name. It was Sunghoon, in a white vest and black shorts and blond hair oh you were happy to see him. “Sunghoon? Hi,” you said and looked at him, mirroring the expression he gave you. “And they meet,” Jake said while snorting and suppressing a laugh when you kicked him in the shin, making himself a laughing stock. Sunghoon approached you with open arms and you slid right into the hug with a pleasant feeling rising in your chest. “I thought you weren’t coming?” he said and looked questioningly at jay who raised his hands in defense. “It’s all thanks to Yunjin she came” 

Sunghoon looked at Yunjin, shaking hands with her, you, on the other hand, couldn’t take your eyes off of him, He was a different person, no more the shy, timid guy, but a confident and broad-shouldered handsome lad. On that note, Jay led you all to the lounge where to say you were surprised to see the number of people you recognized was an understatement. You spotted Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, Nicholas, Karina, and god knows how many more out of whom a few passed you greeting smiling, and nodding, acknowledging your presence. 

“I think everybody is here so” interrupting himself mid-sentence, Jay made an announcement. “Hey, guys! Everyone is here now so Y’all can just rest during the day and we’ll go to the beach during the evening where I’ll have a bonfire set up and drinks and snacks so dress accordingly!” he yelled and a few thank yous came from here and there. “Anyone wanna go up to the rooms and I don’t know...talk?“ Yunjin suggested that you, Sunghoon, Jay, Jake, K, Euijoo, and yunjin went to where the rooms were. It was a royal suite for everyone. jay was loaded that was for sure. He unlocked one of the rooms you assumed was the guys’ and invited everyone in. 

“Bro you made some real bills, “ Jake said while cracking his neck and sitting on one of the chairs beside the bed. Laughing off the comment, everyone settled down one after another, you and K on one corner of the bed, Yunjin beside Jake on one of the bean bags, Jay leaning against the headboard, and Sunghoon and Euijoo spread in the middle of the bed. “So, how has everyone been?“ Yunjin asked as soon as she saw the chance to spark a conversation. “Jay got a girlfriend“ Jake pointed at him and gave a sly look. “She must be blind“ Sunghoon nonchalantly commented and earned himself a spank on the ass from the said guy. “I don’t know man, it’s been a complicated couple of years since high school,” Euijoo said mid-convo, and everybody agreed. 

Jay shared tales about how his father was mad when he got to know that Jay wanted to start a business of his own without taking over his father’s legacy and how he had to get himself admitted into Yale for proving himself worthy of investment from his father.“But everything turned out okay I guess“ he concluded his story with a satisfactory smile. Throughout Jay’s words, you kept glancing over at the guy who was laying like a foot away from you, nibbling on his lips and brushing his hands through his hair every minute or so, it was a habit of his since high school and it was damn attractive, he changed but he was still him. “Dude you earn like 100k a month that’s more than okay, “ Jake said as he chewed on the chewing gum he acquired from god knows where.

 “Yeah, whatever, you’re just jealous. Anyways moving on, how’ve you been Y/n? It’s been ages since we last met and let me tell you how hard I tried to contact you back in 2018″ you had an embarrassing smile on your lips and looked at everyone apologetically before starting your tale. “Well as soon as we graduated high school, I shifted to California for Stanford so I lost contact with almost everyone except Koga, he came to visit me once back in 2017, and since then...“ you continued to tell stories about your college life and career planning. You failed to notice the pair of eyes which were struggling to tear themselves away from you, the way you used hand gestures and tucked your hair behind your ear every minute or two, habits never die I guess. Sunghoon thought to himself and smiled at your newfound confidence, the better and bubbly person you had become. You felt a stare and glanced over at Sunghoon who was staring at you with his pendant pressed between his lips. And without noticing, you stopped speaking, holding eye contact between you two until it got interrupted by K. 

“Both of you will get time to talk about everything later so stop making things awkward” Everybody was staring at you until you earned yourself a smack from K that pushed you right off the bed, you pinched his back as hard as you could. “Oh my god you’ll never change,” yunjin said and blew a raspberry. “that’s all about your career, tell us about your dating life~” you were now sitting on the floor with a pillow on your lap when jake wiggled his brows at you and immediately everyone was attentive as fuck. “literally dead, my dating life is non-existent because of my job“ Everybody groaned, except one who got a bright smile splattered from ear to ear when he heard that. “You’re telling me you’re ignoring Cali boys when you are like- hot and all because of a job that earns you like a few thousand a month?" 

Euijoo said and gave a bizarre expression like he was disappointed. yunjin busted a lung at that sentence, “Euijoo you are so wrong about the last part of that sentence, just ask her about her bank balance once please” you groaned because that was something you never talked to anyone about as it was embarrassing to say in front of people you’ve met after half a decade. “Why why why how much do you earn?” jake asked with a curious tone and leaned toward you. “It’s pretty decent I guess” you tried sliding it under the rug but everyone, especially your ex was glaring at you, seeking the answer to the question how much could it be? 30k? 40k? How much can event planning earn you?“Oh my god, y’all are so- okay it’s like I don’t know a million and a half a year?” And it was suddenly a frenzy, people were throwing pillows at you and exclaiming. You just kept laughing and laughing because you didn’t know what to do.

“Can we please move on I feel embarrassed GOD“ you said and buried your face in your hands. “Guys stop laughing y’all are making her uncomfy“ you hear sunghoon’s voice clear and loud in the chaos which made everyone stop within moments. “Okay okay no more questions about income and shit" K said and gave you a reassuring look, Sunghoon was now no longer on the bed but sitting beside you. Your arms were brushing against each other’s and you felt like you were back in high school again, stealing glances, small and unnoticeable touches, and lots and lots of smiles. 

2 hours passed with everyone sharing stories about their lives and bizarre relationships. K and Euijoo were fast asleep on the couch, Jay was taking a call and Jake and Yunjin were listening to songs together. The only people idle were you and him. Sunghoon took this very chance and leaned down towards your ear, his breath was strawberry-ish and made you nervous. He was so so close to your neck and your heart went crazy, you didn’t know why 6 years later he still had that effect on you. 

“Wanna step outside for a few?” he asked, his voice making shivers travel down your spine and you nodded. He stood up swiftly and lent his hand, helping you up and stepping outside, whereas Jake and Yunjin on the other hand noted every little action of the both of you, their eyes were following you towards the door when Yunjin spoke quietly, “100 bucks say that they will break a bed within 48 hours” 

“Nah, 200 says they’ll fuck AND get back together in 48 hours” Jake said and smiled at the bet he knew he was gonna win for sure. 

Author's note: hi guys 😭😭 I know I said I would post but I didn't because I got caught up with exams,, they're over now so I hope I get time to post here. Anyways this is my first post so pls leave feedback if you can so I know if I'll write it further or not 😭

#enhypen fanfics #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen x female reader #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon x y/n #park sunghoon #heeseung imagines #sunghoon hard hours #enhypen hard hours #sunghoon #jake x reader #heeseung

[sea-salted-wolverine]

The House of Usher and the cardinal virtues

I thought to myself it's no good to whine about slotting characters into boring reductive categories without a good rebutal, so here's a dose of slightly more interesting archetypes.

Prospero reflects the cardinal virtue of Diligence and its mirror the sin of Sloth ("But he has an orgy so it has to be lust," by god you're so boring) He is the only Usher who tries to make anything of value. When Camille goes on her little spiel about how Ushers don't make stuff, she's not wrong. Perry got pretty ruthlessly shot down when he was presenting his ideas for trying to make value and start a night club chain, rather than just taking credit for someone else's work like all of his siblings and his dad. But he was at least trying. His drive to prove himself and gain respect is how he gets himself into the whole mess. However, it is the act of not doing his due diligence that kills him.

Camille has an interesting one because while breaking into a lab facility to expose mistreatment of animals would seem like the cardinal virtue of kindness, she's only there to get one over on her sister. The inverse of Kindness is Envy, and for as important as her role is as the family spin doctor, Camille is valued the least. Everyone suspects Perry when they hear about an informant, but that's because he's an idiot baby. Victurine is useful with her heart mesh implant, Napoleon took the role of the "chill fun sibling", and the other two are original Ushers, so Camille is left as the unfavored child.

Napoleon tried to buy his way out of his problem with Charity. He could have come home with a different cat entirely and told his boyfriend he was looking in shelters for Pluto and accidentally fell in love. Name it Mars, let the boyfriend chalk it up to a weird grief response. Bummer Pluto never came home. Verna would have had him trip over the thing on the stairs in the middle of the night and that would have been that. Instead, everything was transactional as he maximized what he could get out of his relationships for the least amount of effort. The boyfriend can live with him, the boyfriends cat can move in too, but as soon as that becomes even the slightest bit more effort (like when boyfriend wants to meet the family, or curb the drug use, or the cat brings home a dead thing) Napoleon wants it gone from his life.

Victurine likewise could have had a painless clean death had she mustered up the Humility to say that the device didn't work. Her demise, unlike her younger siblings, was a compilation of smaller shitty decisions and white lies. She could even recognize that each choice was morally wrong, but it was little choices that were easier to brush off. A dead monkey, a foraged signature, a rightfully concerned patient reassured with platitudes. Even before she was scrubbing blood off the floor to Bonnie Tyler, her inability to admit her choices were flawed was getting her in trouble.

Tamralane with her perfectly manicured curated life, is the one to take Temperance to its furthest extreme. I think it was Atwood who wrote about women and the internal voyeur to preform for, but I'm not going to Google it for a post about horror characters losing their minds and dying horribly. She lives under a personal panopticon of her own expectations and can never allow herself to experience her own life lest she fall short. Her wealth rather than mitigating this exacerbates the issue, giving her access to any and every distance she could possibly want. Death by mirrors isn't so much her going insane as it is the culmination of the life shes built for herself.

(Plus, I know her lonely evening was meant to be ~spooky~ but babe, that is literally just ADHD. Can't remember where you put the thing? Can't remember doing the thing? CAN'T SLEEP?! DOES EVERYONE HATE YOU AND THINK YOU'RE AN INSANE BITCH FOR PERFECTLY VALID REASONS?! Looks like Adderall for you).

Fraudrick. You dickwad. No Patience to allow your very injured and traumatized wife explain herself. The inverse of Patience is Wrath. Demonstrated that one in spades. I'm on Verna's side on this one. Pliers, really?

(His wife's name is fucking Mori. As in momento mori.)

Which leaves Madeline and Rodrick. What's a Gothic horror story without some really fucking weird and unsettling sibling dynamic? Dull, that's what. Anyway, never letting anything touch them or impede them in their lust for power and wealth offers a strange sort of Chastity. There's no love, not for the kids or Annabelle Lee that could touch them, no moral they wouldn't overturn, no value they wouldn't abandon. Madeline values her freedom above all else but she spent her life bound to her brother. They wouldn't even spare each other in ruthless pursuit of just a little more power.

So yeah, bummer for August Dupain that he wound up against the most supernaturally fucked up family that ever lived.

#the fall of the house of usher #Analysis #gothic horror #Poe adaptations #Cardinal virtues #Deadly sins

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Hello! I have a fan fic or HC request if you feel up to it! Could you do Dorm leaders×F!Yuu who has a severe panic attack in the middle of a public place (Class, Hallway, or wherever you would like)? How would they react and how would they try to help her?

Thank you!

why hello, dear reader! i'll be happy to take this request for you. it might but a bit hard to find one that will do severe panic attacks well, but i'll try!

now let's see...

the dorm leaders from the stories of twisted wonderland. and a female prefect reader having a panic attack! oh, i hope the poor dear will be alright. now let's see how this book turned out...

❝WHEN THE PANIC SETS IN❞

❦summary; it creeps upon you and it'll snap at you when you don't expect it.

♪the characters in this story; riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, kalim al-asim, vil schoenheit, idia shroud, malleus draconia, f!prefect!reader

✎word count; 5,090

❀what do the ghosts say?; ambiguous relationships, anxiety, reader is overwhelmed (kalim, vil), personal space not being respected (leona, vil), sensory overload (idia), reader gets scared by a loud noise (riddle, malleus), i'm not that well versed in writing about panic attacks, please beware that this is about panic attacks, so tread with caution if it makes you uncomfortable

☛the author's notes; i apologize if this isn't exactly female reader, i don't really know how i could've incorporated it in a way that was noticeable enough. i hope you still enjoy it though!

☪look at the catalogue?

❛RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS❜

Riddle is one who, while not knowing exactly what to do in the situation, he’d just want to help and be able to keep you safe. Not the best at comfort, but he's doing what he can

It was just supposed to be a calm walk together in the courtyard. Riddle hadn’t expected for there to be so many students out today, as it had been the day after a rainy day. They were playing Spelldrive on a much smaller scale, screaming and yelling so loudly that even Riddle could feel his chest irk at such a volume. 

Regardless, he tried to continue his walk with you, trying his best to talk about his day with you. 

Yet, you seemed so distracted, eyes flicking from him, to the clamorous students, to the floor, then back to him to start the cycle over. Your chest heaved a bit more than it should, hands clenching so tightly that Riddle feared that your skin would break and blood would drip from your palms. 

It all suddenly came to a head when the Spelldrive disk came hurtling towards you both, thankfully missing you both and only hitting the pavement next to the two of you and yet that was what seemed to break the camel’s back. 

You yelped when it hits the ground, jumping away with your hands covering your ears. Riddle is quick in shielding you, but that does nothing to stop the reaction your body soon gives after. 

Riddle notices that you start to sway, shaking hands reaching out for something to grab. Your eyes are glossy, wide as he sees that you begin to breathe more rapidly. 

“Prefect?” You don’t answer like Riddle thought you would, only continuing to grip his sleeves tightly, “Prefect, what is wrong with you?” The small whimper that escapes your throat makes the housewarden realize his tone was a bit harsher than he wanted, his choice of words most likely not the best. You open your mouth a few times, weak croaks leaving you, chest heaving uneven breathes and try to slow into a more rhythmic beat but quickly turn erratic. He can’t get a sentence out of you, only getting cut off starts and shaky ‘help’s.

Regardless, Riddle does notice the distress you’re in and is quick to try to move you away from the middle of the courtyard. This task is much easier for him than attempting to assess what exactly was going on, though Riddle wasn't completely clueless. When he finds a bench that’s far enough away from student traffic, Riddle situates you on the bench and sits right next to you. 

You curl up by Riddle, shaking and soft whimpers leaving you. Your arms are wrapped tightly around your midsection as he hears you audibly heaving for breath, eyes wide and tears looking ready to fall. It makes Riddle’s heart hurt at the sight, feeling your body shake like a frightened child against him. He’s never been the best at comforting, so Riddle just wraps his arms around you and hugs you close, not exactly knowing if this is something he should be doing. 

He breathes slowly, chest rising and falling as you lean against him. Riddle notices you trying to follow his rhythm and you breathe with him, so he assumes that this is a good thing. So, he continues a steady rhythm of breathing and finds you matching his pace, slow, soft breaths soon being able to leave you. 

You seem a bit calmer and it makes Riddle sigh in relief. You’re still curled up in Riddle’s hold, ear pressed against his chest and listening to his heartbeat. He wants to ask what happened, what was wrong, but Riddle thinks the silence should be kept right now. He’ll ask later, when you’re much more comfortable.

❛LEONA KINGSCHOLAR❜

Leona may be indifferent to a lot of things, called callous and uncaring by others even, but when he cares, he cares. He wouldn’t dare to leave someone in this state.

Leona may be indifferent to a lot of things, called callous and uncaring by others even, but when he cares, he cares. He wouldn’t dare to leave someone in this state. 

The botanical garden is busier than it should be today and it irritates him to all hell. He can hear the group of froshes that are loudly yapping nearby and, by Seven, he just wants to nap. Leona turns his body, head laying on your lap and tail swishing about in his irritation. You only laugh lightly at these actions and continue to pet the lion. 

One of the voices grows louder and closer to where the two of you are, footsteps coming close to the area. Leonoa’s already alert, but keeps his eyes closed when the student approaches you both. 

“Hey, you’re the prefect, right?” 

“Oh, uh,” He hears you pause, both in your words and your pets. “Yeah, I am.” 

And then they have the audacity to sit up against you, being way too close to anyone’s comfort, talking about the most mundane topics and keeping your attention that should be towards petting Leona. They also just completely disregard Leona’s presence and keeps yapping, acting like you and them are the only ones around. It irritates him and you keep talking back, probably just to be nice. 

Leona cracks an eye open, just a bit, seeing just how close this student is sitting to you and how nervous you seem to be. Tugging at the tips of your fingers, leg bouncing from your sitting position. 

It’s weird, Leona thinks, he’s never seen you like this before. He can almost hear your heart beating in your chest, so rapid and uneven that it disturbs him. 

The two of you are still talking, still yapping, still fidgeting. You’re getting nervous, if the quickening heartbeat and uneven breathing said anything. Eventually, Leona heard only that frosh’s voice and you stopped talking. Your hands curl into his hair tightly, tugging and toying with his locks. 

And yet, your hands shake as you hold his hair. 

He doesn’t know exactly what’s happening with you, but all Leona knows is that he doesn’t like how it’s affecting you. 

“Oi.” The student freezes in the middle of their sentence, flinching at Leona’s rumbling voice. Both eyes bore into the student, emerald gaze sharp and looking ready to kill. “Can’t you take a hint? They stopped talkin’ to you ages ago. Scram.” 

The student looks like they’re about to say something, but Leona lets a growl rumble deep in his chest. They squeak, a pathetic sound really, and scramble to stand. A quick apology is stuttered past their lips and they leave quickly. Leona can’t help the chuckle that slips past his lips as he sits up. He turns to you, you who had let go of his hair but is staring off into the distance, still breathing unevenly, the uncomfortable racing of your heart still so loud. 

Leona takes your hands into his, oddly gentle as he lowers his voice. “Hey, are you alright?” 

You shake your head, a small trembling ‘no’ leaving you.

“What’s wrong?” 

Another mumble, less coherent, but Leona can make out the words ‘spacey’ and ‘anxiety’.

Leona nods and guides you to your feet. He guides you out of the botanical garden, away from the possibility of running into more people. The two of you walk away from the greenhouse, Leona keeping a steady grip on you and making sure you don’t run into anything. 

His aim was to take you to his room, somewhere safer where the both of you, specifically you, couldn’t be bothered.

❛AZUL ASHENGROTTO❜

Azul understands what you’re going through, he’s been on the receiving end of such panic attacks. Even then, sometimes he still feels like he’s just helpless. 

The day was Friday and, as for most Friday evenings, students were hanging out with their friends. The Mostro Lounge was a common place of hangout and Azul made sure to appeal it as such. 

It also helped when you, the prefect, could be found a lot of the time here, studying or talking in a friendly way with Azul. You even had a table that was specially reserved for you because of this. 

Right now, you were at this table, just observing your surroundings while waiting for your order, eyes trailing from one interest to another. Azul was doing the same, sharp eyes keeping watch over his establishment. All looked well so far. 

Azul decided it was high time to check on you. 

Shoes clacking softly against the floor, Azul makes his way to your area, you who was still watching and observing. He slid into the booth, giving you a professional smile as he sat down. 

 “Hello Prefect, enjoying your time so far?” 

You smile, a bit crookedly though, and shift in your seat to look at Azul. 

“Yeah, I guess.” Your tone is more downcast than it should be and a hand raises to your throat to gently massage it. He takes note of it. 

Azul leans forward, getting closer to you. “Is there anything dissatisfactory with your stay?” 

You shake your head, hand continuing to massage your throat and you clear your throat a bit. You shift in your seat, eyes staring out into the lounge. 

“No, not really.” Your eyes return to Azul and he notes a certain worry that’s in your eyes. “But do you think I could get a glass of water? I think I have a tickle in my throat.” 

“Of course! Anything for our dearest prefect.” Azul smiles at you as he stands, going to where you are and patting your shoulder before leaving. 

When Azul comes back, you’re wiping your eyes, breathing in a bit more heavily. While Azul isn’t the best expert in the usual human’s body, he believes that someone shouldn’t be breathing at such a rapid pace. And you don’t immediately notice his presence when he stands beside you, only staring intensely at the table, eyes wide. He places the glass in front of you, snapping you from whatever trance you seemed to be in. 

“Your water.” 

“Ah!” You nod and are quick to take large gulps of the drink, the glass trembling just the slightest in your hold. It’s gone quicker than Azul can think to comment on it. 

He doesn’t know why, but Azul sits next to you, a hand on your shoulder and concern quite clear in his eyes. 

“Prefect, are you sure you’re alright?” 

He sees you nod and open your mouth, but the only thing that leaves your lips is a squeak from your throat. Both you and Azul are confused at this sound and you part your lips to speak, but nothing comes out. At this, your hands go to your throat, eyes becoming glossy with growing tears. 

Azul sees you look panicked and your body begins to tremble as you try again and again to speak, beginning to curl in on yourself. Octavinelle’s housewarden doesn’t know initially what to do at first, but you grip Azul’s coat, head pressing against his chest. 

There’s a sob that comes from you and Azul feels the only right thing to do would be to hug you. Hug you tight as a deep feeling in his chest knows what’s happening, yet he can’t place a name to it. 

You slide down the seat until your head is on Azul’s lap, arms still wrapped around his torso, gripping onto him like he’s the only thing that keeps you grounded. The only thing that Azul does, as you sob and shake is rub calming circles onto your back. 

Whether it’s helping or not, Azul doesn’t know. He doesn’t know if it helps or not, but by Seven, he hopes that it’s helping you.

❛KALIM AL-ASIM❜

Kalim’s not wholly familiar with panic attacks, he’ll admit. The closest he’s seen is one of his siblings being horrendously nervous about an event, but that won’t stop Kalim from trying to comfort you.

The party was quite loud, as Kalim had hired a whole band to come to Scarabia. It was the one thing that Jamil couldn’t talk Kalim out of. How could he? When he had heard that your birthday had passed a month ago and realized he didn’t do anything, Kalim knew he had to do something. This was a celebration for your birthday after all and Kalim wanted to go all out for his best friend and the school’s beloved prefect. 

Even if you insisted that a smaller party was okay, something like that wouldn’t do for Kalim. And so that’s how this party came to be, with lots of food, loud music, and so many things to do. He even made sure to have a special seat and outfit just for you, so that everyone would know that you’re the VIP of this party. 

For the most part, Kalim was by your side, but just silently watching as others came up to you to wish you a belated birthday, give any gifts that they had prepared and talk to you about the party. The sight of it all makes Kalim smile, smile at the fact that attention is on you. 

You seem to be enjoying all this as well! You’re smiling after all, speaking politely to everyone who approaches you and generally participating in everything. 

Kalim leaves your side to go fetch you another slice of cake, humming happily as he grabbed the slice and walked back over to where you are. 

You’re staring off into the night when Kalim approaches your table, arms folded and head placed in your folded arms. You bury your head into your arms as Kalim rounds to your side. “Here you go!” He watches as your head shoots up, a smile spreading too quickly onto your face. 

“Ah, Kalim..” Your eyes trail from the slice of cake to Kalim, who’s still grinning at you quite widely. “Thanks...” 

Kalim grins at you, leaning against your chair to hug you tightly. He giggles a bit as you hug back, albeit half-heartedly, but you hug him back still. “You’re welcome!” 

As the night goes on, Kalim begins to notice little things you began to do. 

At first, whenever the band and area surrounding would reach a certain volume, you’d lightly place your hands over your ears, eyes shutting tightly if the volume got too much, even for Kalim. You also wouldn’t respond as well or thought out as you did towards the beginning of the night, only light mumbles or one worded answers. It was worrying for the housewarden to say the least. 

Just after another guest finished talking to you, does Kalim decide to act, crouching down beside your seat and taking your hands into his. This garners your attention to him, a light hum leaving you. 

“Hey, prefect, are you okay?” 

He sees you thinking through your eyes, squinting a bit as you formulate your answer. And, maybe it’s the trick of the light, but your eyes glisten with an odd gloss just a hint. Kalim sees you nod, a dry smile spreading across your lips. You mouth an ‘I’m fine’ to the housewarden, but he feels that this isn’t the answer you wanted to give. 

“Are you sure?” 

Another nod, but you grip his hands tighter and shut your eyes as the band hits a high note, curling in just the slightest. The tear that slips from your eyes is the smallest tear that Kalim’s ever seen, but he still sees it and his face twists with worry. 

Without many words after that, Kalim quietly has you stand from your seat, leading you away from the main party with a hand on your back and a hand holding one of yours. He takes you to a balcony that’s a ways away from where the party is being held, allowing you to step towards the railing and breathe in fresh air. 

Kalim steps towards you and his hand is on your back once more, palm rubbing small circles into your lower back. Your hands grip the balcony railing a bit tighter and Kalim continues to rub calming circles on you as you begin to tremble. Once this is over, he’ll be apologizing profusely to you and make it up to you somehow. Maybe a make-up party, but this time how you want it.

❛VIL SCHOENHEIT❜

Vil has probably been subject to one or two panic attacks, due to his career. With this, he knows a few things about calming panic and he’d rather lose his career than leave you to yourself.

“Come along, little sprout, or you’ll make us late.” 

Vil hears you laugh softly and it brings a smile to his red painted lips. He has you move in front of him, heels clicking against the studio’s polished floors. 

Vil had allowed you to tag along with him to his shoot and watch him in action. You gladly accepted and so here the two of you were, walking down the hall to Vil’s dressing room. 

The plan was for the two of you to drop your things off in Vil’s room and Vil would spend some time contacting whatever people he needed to be contacting before showing you around the studio, just so that you wouldn’t get lost if you decided to wander off during the shoot. Then, the shoot would be next and you’d be there for a good four hours, according to Vil. After it all, you two planned to head to a cafe that had gained some traction recently to have dinner. 

Everything went well, at least at first. The problems only came when Vil entered the studio space, with you trailing behind him.

As soon as the two of you entered, the photographer’s eyes lit up. At first, Vil presumed it was because he had finally shown up, seeing as he was the model that the photographer aimed to photograph. Yet when they approached, their eyes were on you and you solely, grin wide as they stood in front of you. 

“Mr. Schoenheit! I didn’t know you were acquainted with such a beautiful young lady!” The photographer holds out their hand towards you, obviously asking for a handshake with bright eyes and an excited demeanor. You take it with a bit of hesitancy, lips curled in a shy smile as you shake the photographer’s hand. 

They begin to strike up a conversation, complimenting your looks, your hair, body shape, everything about you they found a way to call it beautiful. Of course, everything about you was beautiful, but Vil felt irked at this person who kept inching closer and closer to you, getting into your space in the midst of their talking. And every time you try to interrupt them, to steer the conversation somewhere else or get them back on track because they’ve been talking for a while, they talk over you, commenting on your voice before rambling off again. 

“Please, let me photograph you! I’d love to capture your beauty!” 

A nervous laugh leaves you, a polite, but strained smile, curled onto your lips. He sees you lean back, away from the photographer. “Well-” The photographer talks over you again. 

“I have the perfect idea for the shoot too! On the beaches of Sage’s Island, or perhaps in the forest to-” 

“Ahem.” 

Vil felt irritated, needing to get this photographer back on track before the shoot ran too late. He really was looking forward to going to that cafe with you and he refused to have anything delay him from that. 

“I believe we’re supposed to be shooting right now.” Vil’s eyes narrow in the slightest, lips downturning as he crossed his arms. “Or would you rather I get a more professional photographer?” 

The star’s words make the photographer flinch visibly, attention now away from you. 

“O-Of course Mr. Schoenheit! So so-sorry for inconveniencing you...” 

Vil huffed softly, striding over to you and past the photographer, who sent one last glance to you before going back to his camera set up.You smile at Vil and he feels a smile of his own spread on his lips. 

“Thank you Vil.” He hums in response, walking over in front of the camera.

The first hour of shooting goes well, with the photographer taking satisfying photos, but taking another hour to take some more, just to get that perfect shot, as Vil phrased it. 

When break lets out, the photographer is right back to bothering you again, asking you questions about your experience in modeling, preferred outfit, and useless things that Vil felt you didn’t need to concern yourself with. They lean up against you, rambling on as you shrink in on yourself, eyes focused on the clean floors, leaning away from the photographer. And then, then, they have the audacity to wrap an arm around your waist and you visibly flinch. 

Vil strides over, slapping the photographer’s hand and quickly grabs you in a gentler grip, leading you from the studio space. You tremble as Vil brings you to a relatively empty hallway, crouching to your height and taking your hands into his, thumbs rubbing circles into the back of your hands. 

“Are you alright, my little sprout?” 

If you say anything, he doesn’t hear it well. Vil stands straight and embraces you, squeezing you tight. He’ll make sure to get that photographer fired.

❛IDIA SHROUD❜

Oh, this man is anxiety city, have you seen him? Though, if Idia sees that you’re having an anxiety attack, regardless of how he’s feeling, he’ll help you, even if he feels like he’s doing everything wrong.

He hates it, he hates it, he hates it.

Why, oh why did Crowley make this stupid party mandatory in attendance? And there are so many people here, how did that bird expect everyone, no less Idia, to enjoy their time here?

The music sucked, the lights too bright, the food okay, and only a few people were out on the dance floor. Granted, it was a good bunch of people. But everyone else mostly hugged the edge of the room, preferring to hang out with their friends and talk. 

Idia was one of these people, hanging by the corner of the room and playing games on his phone. He couldn’t even find solace in Ortho, who was having fun with some first years. Idia was glad that Ortho was having fun, at least. 

His citrine eyes peer up from under his lashes, scanning the room once again. Then he spots you, standing by the sidelines, not really hugging the wall like him, but not really jumping into the fray, as Idia would’ve expected. You just sway from side to side, the skirt of your dress swaying along with you. You look very pretty tonight, Idia has to admit, the color fits you well. 

Idia watches you for a bit, seeing you move to the side whenever someone would pass, not allowing them to brush any exposed skin. Your head was tilted down, eyes peered down at the floor and obviously trying to avoid those lights that were akin to strobe lights. You then lift your head up and your eyes meet with Idia’s. He sees you light up seeing him and start making a beeline towards the shut in. 

At this, Idia panics, hands getting damp as he fumbles to put his phone away and fix himself into something, hopefully, more presentable than the outfit he threw together last minute. 

You’re in front of him before he can even register it, smiling so brightly at him he swears you have some secret magic that makes rooms feel brighter. “Idia! I didn’t know you came to the dance!”

Idia laughs nervously, fingers pinching the cuff of his sleeve. “Ehe... y-yeah. The Headmage made all the housewardens attend..” 

You move to stand beside Idia, heaving out a sigh and shaking your head. You face Idia once more, now looking more weary than you initially looked. 

“Yeah, I don’t wanna be here either... It’s honestly too much.” 

There’s a tense silence that lingers after your words, at least that’s what it feels like to Idia, fidgeting with his hands and tempted to pull his phone out once again. When he inevitably does, you don’t protest, only sending him a reassuring smile and staring off into the dance floor. The air around you two softens and Idia relaxes, resuming doing his tasks in his game as you people watch. 

But then the music changes again and a much more popular song plays on the blaring speakers. Shouts of excitement echo through the room and many more students rush to the dancefloor, pushing past others to get to their destination.  

You and Idia are part of those people that are shoved past, bumping into each other in the ensuing chaos. Idia shrieks and you yelp, clinging onto one another to keep track of the other. There’s shouting and screaming and horribly loud and off-key singing to the lyrics. It’s all too loud, too much that Idia just wants to curl into a ball and disappear. He wants to go back to his room, he wants to go back to his games. He’s just a stupid shut-in, he shouldn’t be anywhere but in his room. 

But then he hears a shaky sob come from you and Idia snaps out from his rapidly self-deprecating thoughts. 

You’re crouched on the ground, palms pressing against your ears and eyes shut tightly. You rock forwards and backwards lightly, chest stuttering as you breathe. He’s not sure, but Idia feels like your breathing is ragged. 

Idia is quick to crouch down, hands reaching out to you, but not knowing where to place them. Now that he’s closer, he can hear you mumbling, but that damn music overtakes you.

“A-Are you okay?!”

Idia hits his forehead. Of course you can’t, this music is so loud. He resolves to hold you by your upper arms, trying to get you to stand. You allow it, thankfully, and soon enough Idia is leading you from the vibrating room and down the hall. 

He gets you towards where the vending machines are and you lean against them, hands still over your ears. 

“I-Is this better?” 

Idia sees you nod, only a bit, eyes cracking open the slightest bit. He doesn’t know why, but his arms go to wrap around you, squeezing you tightly. 

He hopes he’s doing it right.

❛MALLEUS DRACONIA❜

Malleus isn’t well-versed in human emotions and the things he says sometimes with a blunt tone confuses people. But he knows when someone is troubled, especially if that someone is you and nothing will stop him from ensuring your happiness.

The darker lights of the ballroom was unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. Malleus watched you from afar, where some other fae were conversing with you. 

You seemed to be having a good time, holding your glass delicately as you spoke. The dress you wore truly fit you, both in size and in style. He smiled lightly, but soon was brought back into the conversation that he was having. 

“So, my lord, may I ask about the young lady you’ve brought with you?” 

Malleus turns back to one of the elders, taking a second to formulate a proper answer. 

“Yes, them. They’re a dear friend of mine from Night Raven College.” 

There’s a bit of a collective nod, some hums, but that was it. 

“They seem nice, a fine lady.” 

Malleus nods, head turning to check back with you. The other fae still talk to you, a bit closer than when he looked away. Despite it, you still look comfortable, sipping at the glass in your hands. 

He debates on whether or not to go over to you, but decides against it, no matter how much he wants to be near you. He hears bits and pieces of the conversation, mostly about his and yours relationship. Malleus can’t help the touch of a smile that spreads across his features. 

The night continues on, a bit too boring for the prince and he longs to be by your side, joking and laughing with you as you do with the people that surround you. It just goes on and on and on, seeming as if there’s no end to it all. 

Though, as the night gets dark, more and more fae come and go, talking to you, asking you questions about Malleus and yours’ relationship. It eventually gets to the point where some younger fae have you backed into a (metaphorical) wall, getting a bit too nosy, a bit too close for Malleus’ comfort. 

It seems they’re also too close for your comfort as well, one of the fae inching closer towards you, asking questions about you and about humans. One even dares to grab your wrist, inspecting the bracelet that was on your wrist. Unfortunately, that hand also held your glass and, in the shock of being grabbed so suddenly, you dropped your glass. 

The shatter of it echoes throughout the ballroom and it seems as time comes to a standstill. Malleus finds himself focusing on you and only you, seeing your eyes widen, body shaking as your chest stutters in breath. It’s like he can hear your heartbeat from where he stands, your heartbeat that starts to run faster, worryingly so. 

The fae that had grabbed you releases you quickly and stutters out apologies, yet it’s futile. It’s futile when he sees you grip your wrist tightly, staring off. Malleus feels white fire beginning to curl under his skin, setting his glass aside to stride over to where you are. The fae around you scatter quickly as Malleus approaches, hands so gentle as he gently grabs your shoulders, you who is still shaking, eyes shut tightly. 

“Child of Man, what’s wrong?” 

He sees you shake your head, whimpering out things that he couldn’t understand. Malleus can feel the stares of the people around him, the confusion of their prince fretting so much over a human. He resolves to take you away from the ballroom, hugging you close to his body and soon disappearing into a flurry of fireflies. 

Reappearing in the gardens, Malleus settles you onto a nearby bench, crouching in front of you and holding your hands in his own. Tears finally stream down your cheeks and weak sobs slip from your lips. He sees you shake, feels your hands tremble in his own, and that hot fire is replaced with warm care.

“My dear...”

You still sob and shake, hands gripping onto Malleus’ tightly, as if afraid of him leaving you alone. While he doesn’t know what he should say, he feels like he should say something, but all Malleus knows right now is to not let go.

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(X-)EXO Powers Headcanons

(This is really just a future reference for me when writing fics to keep things at least somewhat consistent and while thinking about this I had some fic ideas so hopefully I'll remember when I come back to this lol)

Anyway, a couple word before we start:

Some of these are based on the stuff that’s shown in MVs or that were mentioned in official contents, some are just me fucking around

Because of who I am as a person, I imagine the X-EXOs would all have stronger powers than EXOs - as in the powers they share would be stronger (e.g. no limit in how much amount of water X-EXO Suho can create before getting tired) and they’d have some skills EXOs just don’t have

Suho / Suhø

Power: Water

Water creation & manipulation - Pretty self-explanatory, also canon as far as official lore is concerned. - He can create water and manipulation it’s shape, move it and stuff - It’s canon that in Obsession, Suho drains water from Suhø’s body so that’s another way they could use their power - maybe on smaller scale to cause some health issues - By manipulation the surface tension, they could make it possible to walk on water I suppose - Maybe this could also do with increasing/decreasing humidity in the air if they wanted to make their job easier and just synthesize water from moisture in the air? - Adding to that ^ (I guess) it’s also canon that part of what they could do is make rain - Manipulation of liquids based on their water content - the higher it is, the easier it would be

Weakness: Dry areas

X-EXO exclusive abilities:

Water breathing - Listen, I’m just putting this here on the off-chance that I get to write something with EXO fighting against X-EXO because I want the angst of Suho drowning despite his power literally being water

Liquids manipulation - And since blood is and the liquids in human body are mostly water… perhaps some leverage over movements of a person, not enough to order them around, but maybe enough to make it a bit of a challenge to disobey his wishes (just to make it fun)

Xiumin / Xiūmin

Power: Frost

Ice creation and manipulation - Pretty self-explanatory, also canon as far as official lore is concerned. - So that’s freezing stuff and people, but also creating ice out of nothing, moving it around, shattering it into smaller pieces and all that - Moving objects covered in ice (but only if it doesn’t shatter under the weight of the moved object)

Can create hail and snow storms

Lowering temperature - Idk if this is canon or not tbh, but why not, seems logical 

Weakness: Hot areas

X-EXO exclusive abilities:

Frost resistance - Again, purely for angst purposes lol

Power boost if he freezes someone to death - That can be healing faster, getting stronger for a limited period of time etc.

Lay / Yïxing

Power: Healing

Healing - Pretty self-explanatory, also canon as far as official lore is concerned. - Healing himself, others, living things through touch (physical injuries and diseases only, not mental illness - Can heal either completely or just partly - Regeneration takes a toll on a body so the beings he helps are exhausted afterwards based on how much healing he does

Enhanced self-regeneration

X-EXO exclusive abilities:

Immortality - Not completely immortal, but basically yeah... really hard to kill - more so than regular Lay, his healing would be faster, he doesn’t age

Overhealing - You know what happens when the cells don’t grow as they’re supposed to despite cell growth being important for regeneration…

Reverse healing - He can cause all sorts of damage to alive beings through touch - cause bruising, cuts, break bones, speed up aging of the organism - Can cause injuries and some types of disease but not stuff like the flu, covid etc.

Lifesteal

Baekhyun / Baëkhyun

Power: Light

Light creation & reduction - Pretty self-explanatory, also canon as far as official lore is concerned. - He can create balls of light in the mvs but let’s say he can produce light on a larger scale as well and reduce it, make it disappear - Can blast light - He can light up his own body as well

Illusions - Pretty self-explanatory, also canon as far as official lore is concerned.

X-EXO exclusive abilities:

Light manipulation - He can manipulate the intensity and colors of light, meaning he could remove colors from the world - Enhanced abilities - can limit the disappearance of light and all of the above to a certain target aka person

Sharper senses - Other than sight, he’d have sharper senses since he’s used to living without his sight when he gets rid of light - And as a little side note for future me to consider: Baëkhyun being more sensitive to touch

Chen / Chën

Power: Thunder

Electricity creation and manipulation - Pretty self-explanatory, also canon as far as official lore is concerned. - He can create sparks of electricity at will, I suppose he could use to attack or overload electronics, use them without being plugged in etc.

Lightning - According to the official mvs, he can also bring storms and lightning, probably manipulate it as well

Weather manipulation - canon - can cause storms, hail and “other various weather phenomena” - immune to any and all weather conditions

Magnetic field creation

X-EXO exclusive abilities:

Conducting (or not) electricity through his body

Physiological changes - look I’m not a doctor but according to one Film Theory, you could erase someone’s memories by using electricity on their brain and that’s a great power to have for angst purposes so… - also a lot of stuff in the human body depends on some form of electricity so he could have a lot of fun with that

Chanyeol / Chanyeøl

Power: Fire

Fire creation and manipulation - Pretty self-explanatory, also canon as far as official lore is concerned. - Can either set things on fire or just create balls of fire regardless of the conditions (e.g. lack of oxygen wouldn’t be a problem), envelop his body in fire etc., move the flames as he wishes - or he can extinguish them

Fire resistance

Rising temperature - Idk if this is canon or not tbh, but why not, seems logical 

Weakness: Cold areas

X-EXO exclusive abilities:

Enhanced fire skills - He can create fire that cannot be extinguished by anyone but him - Can manipulate the temperature and color of his own flames

Fire and heat resistance

Power boost if he burns someone to death - That can be healing faster, getting stronger for a limited period of time etc.

D.O / Đ.O

Power: Force

Superior physical strength - Pretty self-explanatory, also canon as far as official lore is concerned.

Force - Also canon - He can manipulate object like he’s using telekinesis, lift them with invisible force, crush them, throw them, make them fly - Can manipulation mass, shape, form - He can also change gravity - make it stronger, lighter, so he could potentially make himself levitate and fly (sort of and it’d take quite a lot of effort and concentration I suppose)

X-EXO exclusive abilities:

Force fields

Enhanced stamina and durability(?) - Enhanced stamina + can harder his body so he cannot be harmed, reinforced bones, his skin is harder to cut and get through - If hit, can use the power of the impact to enhance his own attack but it has to be done immediately

Kai / Kāi

Power: Teleportation

Teleportation - Pretty self-explanatory, also canon as far as official lore is concerned. - Can also teleport other people, objects and energy from one place to another

X-EXO exclusive abilities:

Enhanced control  - can delay the teleportation for a second or less - can teleport just a part of the thing - either with damage or without → people can live without being harmed if i.e. only their arm is ported

Sehun / Sehůn

Power: Wind

Wind creation and manipulation - Pretty self-explanatory, also canon as far as official lore is concerned. - Can create breeze or a tornado, can change the direction and strength of blowing wind and use it to change trajectory of object in the air - Can enhance hearing and sense of smell through bringing scents and sounds closer to him - for himself or others

X-EXO exclusive abilities:

Air manipulation  - can manipulate but not really change (i.e. add or subtract elements) the content of the air - so he can make certain area of air more oxygen-rich by making another less oxygenated, can manipulate the air itself (create vacuum, decrease or increase volume), air resistance 

Levitation - can levitate and fly using the strength of the wind/air but it takes a lot of effort and practice

#x-exo #exo headcanons #x-exo headcanons

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Julie and the Phantoms Catholic School AU head-cannons

Idk if I’ll ever write this AU, but this was kind of fun! Let me know what you think!

Julie and Carlos were both enrolled as Pre-K 4 students. Rose didn’t want to send them to school too early. Their parents sent them to Catholic school because it was smaller and they had friends who’s kid’s went there. Ray being the dad he is would let Julie or Carlos go to a different school if they wanted to.

Alex was enrolled as a pre-k 3 student. His parents are super devout pro-life Catholics. They go to confession twice a month, make Alex be involved in the youth group, and he’s an alter server. He hates every single aspect of it.

Saint Margret’s (the fictional school name) is actually known for its academics so Alex’s parents also put him in all honors and AP classes, which does not help with his stress levels at all.

Luke’s parents started sending him there in 7th grade. They can’t comfortably afford catholic school, but they lowkey hope that it will make it easier for him to focus and harder for him to skip class since the teacher student ratio is like 20-1. It is harder to sneak out, but he still manages to sneak away every once in a while and practice guitar.

Reggie is a scholarship student who was enrolled in 4th grade. He is strictly there for academics because the public school in his district was failing. One of his neighbors actually put his name in for a Knights of Columbus scholarship because they saw his potential and were worried about his wellbeing and wanted to make sure he got a decent education. He took three busses by himself just to get to school every day.

Carrie’s dad enrolled her in 9th grade as a way to keep her in line and help her focus on her studies. He read that a lot of the kids who went there ended up going to top colleges and he really didn’t want to have to write a big check to get her into school. She is constantly getting dress coded because she rolls up her skirt and tries to accessorize her uniform.

Bobby used to live with his Lola before he moved in with his Uncle Trevor and cousin Carrie. He started going in 10th grade with Carrie just so Trevor didn’t have to figure out how to get them to two separate schools. He was raised Catholic by his Lola, but he doesn’t really believe in god anymore.

Flynn is Julie’s neighbor and does not go to Catholic school. Los Feliz high is a great school and she is constantly trying to pressure Julie to transfer. She makes fun of Julie’s uniform and tries to pressure her to make her skirt shorter. Julie never gives into the peer pressure.

Willie has been kicked out of 6th schools and his dad enrolled him as a junior begging him to stay in line or he’ll have to be homeschooled. Willie knows he’s too social for that so he tries to behave, but he forgets the Catholic Church frowns upon homosexual relationships and gets caught making out with a blonde boy in the boys bathroom. Whoops!

The school doesn’t call Alex’s parents and tell them because Alex swears he’s not out yet and he really doesn’t want to get kicked out and he promises to go to confession that Friday. Both Alex and Willie get detention for two weeks and Alex’s parents ground him for that duration as well.

Julie and Alex have known each other their entire lives. Even though they weren’t in the same class they had the same lunch and recess time so they hung out a lot. They kind of consider themselves as siblings and Julie is the first person Alex comes out to.

Reggie, and Alex were in the same 4th grade class and became best friends. On nights when Reggie’s dad would get black out drunk he would ride his bike over to Alex’s house and sleep on his floor. Eventually Alex’s parents found out and they put a stop to it.

Reggie’s home life didn’t get better and he started sleeping at the beach or would sometimes sleep in the school. He stopped going home all together right after he started sophomore year. He would shower in the boys locker room and ask Alex if he could do laundry at his house since “their washer was busted and his mom won’t give him money to go to the laundromat.”

Ray found Reggie sleeping under the bleachers while setting up for a fall Halloween fundraiser. Reggie hadn’t been going home for almost three months at that point and he was never declared missing.

Ray called CPS, and ended up getting custody of Reggie as a kinship foster placement. The school wanted to expel Reggie for sneaking in after hours, but Ray was adamant he didn’t get a punishment. He swore he was going to pull Carlos and Julie out if they expelled Reggie since he was clearly being neglected and abused at home and he didn’t know what else to do.

The second Tia Victoria realized Reggie had basically been living off of school lunches for three months she made him so much homemade food. He instantly became a member of their family.

#julie and the phantoms #reggie jatp #reggie peters #julie molina #alex mercer #reggie julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #jatp fanfic #fanfic #child abuse mention #willie jatp #carrie jatp #carrie wilson #flynn jatp #ray molina #catholic school #Catholic school AU #child neglect

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I would love to hear your angsty macsummers headcanons 👀

YEEEAHHHHHH let's get INTO IIITTTT!!! I wanna say these sort of -- build up a little, maybe :3c I hope you like them!!!

Lenny isn't really one to talk about his feelings - he might have the words, but he still doesn't really know how to, when it comes to the more negative and deep-seated stuff. King of intellectualizing his emotions fr.

The only person who ever really gets him is Sean, who wears his heart on his sleeve.

It's not even that Sean tries very hard to understand Lenny; but he has the ability to get straight to the point where Lenny flounders or gets avoidant.

Similarly, when Sean starts blustering and distancing himself from the truly vulnerable parts of himself, Lenny can see right through it.

What really first drew Lenny to Sean was his openness about his father; the common ground of having lost theirs in such violent ways. It's the first time Lenny tells anyone what he did in retaliation, and how he did it - Sean responds in neither horror nor pity, but with a sense of vicarious satisfaction and maybe just a little jealousy. They share a drink in quiet celebration of the karmic retribution delivered by Lenny's hands, and it's the least complicated anything has been for him in a long time.

Sean's story feels heavy with unfinished business, in comparison; turns sweet liquor sour to hear of a man shot in his bed. Lenny indulges him, lets him talk about his father at length, and feels his own sting of jealousy at how close it seems they were - reminded of his own father's words in the letter he still has from him. He's not sure he ever fully understood the 'more tutor than father' line before meeting Sean.

Nightmares; when Sean isn't blacked out to the world from either drink or exhaustion, he has them. Usually he dreams of waking up to his father's dead body, though that has certainly morphed over the years through the death and injury he's witnessed since. It's not uncommon for him to dream about Lenny being dead, now, and waking up panting and panicked just to see Lenny next to him - Sean usually curls right up against him before trying to get some more sleep.

Conversely, Lenny only has nightmares after experiencing something really bad - Sean usually is woken up by Lenny though, and is there to comfort him after.

When Sean returns from the bounty hunters, he spends the first night drinking, partying, and partially avoiding Lenny. He's overly successful as Lenny is gone for the next couple days with Micah, and then gets taken out to drink with Arthur.

By the time Lenny DOES approach Sean and asks to talk, Sean is on the verge of exploding. He doesn't WANT to talk about it, he wants to move on with his life, but he has been anticipating Lenny's question and barely needs to be prodded before he's spilling his guts out.

He tells Lenny about the haze of pain and confusion, about how he had no idea how much time passed prior to getting out - it could've been days or months as far as he was aware. Sean isn't really sure what all they did for the duration he was there - he just knows he was in pain for the most of it, when he wasn't unconscious, and that the burning and pulling was among the easier things to bear.

Lenny asks Sean if he's thinking of leaving, after all that. Sean says no, and Lenny has no idea why he's vaguely disappointed. They both know something is left unsaid there, but neither can bring themselves to push it or bring it up again.

Lenny does still notice how unsteady Sean is on his feet in the time after, at Horseshoe; he does his best to make sure Sean has somewhere to sit down nearby, if he needs it. He also notices how Sean's struggling to eat, and speaks to Pearson about cutting everything in the stew into smaller pieces for a while - he also makes sure there's softer snacks for Sean in the meantime.

When Sean dies, Lenny shuts down in what ways he can. He has never figured out how to handle grief without vengeance, without anger, and when there is no revenge left to take, he has no idea how to handle it. So he just gets quiet.

He was the same when Jenny died, but with Sean it's worse - Lenny becomes a lot more withdrawn, to the point that people notice.

Several of his friends in the gang try to check up on him, but Lenny brushes them off - doesn't want to talk about it. He keeps up with the day-to-day because he doesn't know what else to do, a sort of distant dissociation carrying him through it.

When he has a moment of quiet, he doesn't even know how to identify what he's feeling, he just feels-- empty.

Where before he was foolhardy now he's reckless - borderline careless - with himself. It's not that he wants to die but the rush of adrenaline is one of the purest feelings he has left, not waterlogged by the reminder of his person not being there anymore.

It doesn't help, in the long run - remembering just hits harder once the thrill fades.

#some of these are literally canon based on behavior and whatnot but still. aint nobody else talkin bout lenny withdrawing like he does #maybe ill get into it more one day but for now take this #also i decided to not do like. unrequited crushes or anything like that for these. lets stay rooted in character analysis & narrative lol #ts what i do best i think!! i hope it lived up to your expectations ;;w;; #also SORRY for taking so long w these asks this week is being Such A Week for me!!! but i love em pls keep sending them to me lol #love any excuse i can get to think and talk about either of these boys #also i was STRAINING not to include karen more explicitly in some of these but i know that's not what was asked for mjnbhnjbh #she's just v special to me and just as important to sean and lenny even if theyre not kissing her. theyre like a trio to me #ANNYYYWAAAYYYY #sean macguire #lenny summers #lenny x sean #sean x lenny #macsummers #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 headcanons #teki talks #long post #asks #rdr asks #meta asks #ship asks #ship posting

[gothmiqote]

Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.? Where is your muse most sensitive? Does your muse like to be pinned down, or to pin their partner?

asks.

mildly nsfw under the cut :p

Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?

Varha's not so easily flustered--she knows she looks good, you don't have to tell her that. Comments erring on the lascivious end are typically taken in stride, and she's partial to more physical forms of appreciation too.

Of course, when things start to get a bit more personal is about the time she'll start to flounder. As in, if real feelings are at play, she'll lose her nerve (congratulations, Estinien, on being effectively the only person on the planet who's managed to see this side of her by the way. Is he in any way aware of this? No.) She gets a bit blushy, but her bigger tells are typically a pointed lack of eye contact and panicked modesty, brushing off or downplaying the compliment. Her ears sometimes visibly stiffen too, which is notable for her since physical tells in the ears/tail are typically more subtle for her.

She doesn't love it when she gets flustered, since it's not something she can fully control, so she'll try to redirect the situation somehow. Affectionate, gentle things can be... overwhelming, truthfully. Sometimes he'll let her get away with this. Other times it becomes part of the game, and all she's really succeeded in doing is prolonging her own sweet suffering.

Where is your muse most sensitive?

Cliche but true—it's her neck. Varha resents the assumption that since she's Miqo'te, it must be either her ears or tail. It's not. She actually isn't fond of having her ears touched on purpose (it usually just makes them involuntarily twitch a little & is more annoying than sensual). The base of the tail is an okay area, but it doesn't do as much for her as just grabbing her ass or hips would (those moves come with the promise of something more; a tail tug does not).

The neck, though? She's extra responsive to the intentional, soft touches & will absolutely get weak in the knees when teeth are involved. I've said it before, but she's definitely glad to be the 'likes to be bitten' to Estinien's 'likes to bite.' Damn good thing she doesn't blink twice at the thought of leaving the house with a neck absolutely covered in bruises. There's no chance in hell she'd be able to successfully cover those up in a way that convinces anyone.

Does your muse like to be pinned down, or to pin their partner?

She's tall for a Keeper woman, but nowhere near close to that for Elezen standards. She doesn't have much of a preference or a size kink, but it's always been a given that there was a good chance she'd end up significantly smaller than her partner. She plays around sometimes, knowing that type of roughhousing is a turn-on of his, but she can't legitimately win that "fight" and pin him unless she's getting magic involved (which kind of defeats the purpose of the foreplay). She's more than alright with taking on a more submissive role anyway. Nothing extreme by her standards, but she likes the rough treatment it can lead to, and it's much easier to angle for it when they both know she's not going to have the upper hand here.

(& Interestingly enough, if she's the one topping, she'll go about it a bit differently. She's more reserved, less tactile & more of a tease. Instead of physically restraining him, she'll ask nicely. Good behaviour and willpower are far more enticing to her than having to grapple for her prize.)

#varha naiarro #oc tag #estinien x wol #wolstinien #ffxiv #wolship #my writing

[billpottsismygf]

The Church on Ruby Road (spoilers)

Oh my god! I absolutely loved that! Ncuti Gatwa is phenomenal. He's got so much presence right from the start, and there were some lovely little Doctor-ish quirks that he got across very nicely. I particularly liked his disdain for the Goblins' supposed time travel, him loving the name Lulubelle and the way he rattled off his police interview answers (though the bit about the proposal was perhaps a little too Sherlock). On a sadder note, his 'maybe I'm the bad luck' line was also delivered really well.

Ruby Sunday is pretty cool too, though I'm not quite as sold on her yet. Millie Gibson's performance felt just a trifle stilted to me, but I hope that goes away as she relaxes into the role. I loved her family, especially her gran. It's so nice to have a wider companion family like this again. We got it a bit with Yaz (and sort of Ryan and Graham), but I hope we get to see a bit more of this lot!

I wasn't sure what I was going to think of the Goblins, but I really like the alternative physics time travel thing they have going on with the language of luck. The Doctor's line about learning the vocabulary of rope was great; some real 'resonating concrete' vibes. But yes, the Goblins were fun and interesting. I don't know if they'll become anything particularly iconic, but not every villain needs to be.

The musical number was enormous fun. Obviously the first part was released ahead of time, but the Doctor and Ruby launching into a second part was unexpected and fantastic. Ncuti has a damn good voice. There have been questions about whether a musical episode of the show could work before, and I'm definitely here for it if there's ever a plan to give us more than just one song! Ruby's own ability to sing (improvisationally!) was also quite nicely set up with her being in a band.

Perhaps the best part of the episode was when Ruby was taken out of time. Her mum being a far more jaded and unhappy person, with even the lighting getting dimmer, was incredibly effective. Her declaring she was happy alone with tears in her eyes, the Doctor also crying, really got me. Ncuti's performance throughout that as well gave me a lot of faith in what's to come (not that I needed any, given what I've seen of him in Sex Education). (That 'then why are you crying' also had more than a hint of Amy crying for Rory.)

I have to mention the timeless child stuff. As with what he did with the flux in Wild Blue Yonder, I'm over the moon that RTD is taking things from the last era and actually doing stuff with it. I know there will be people angry about it because they expected him to retcon the whole thing, but I far prefer this approach. Granted, I never minded the timeless child stuff that much (unlike the flux), but it was really effective having the Doctor actually bring up the fact that he doesn't know where he's from. I wonder if RTD is planning to do anything more with it, or if it will just be used as character and relationship building material.

Smaller stuff:

We got another mavity mention, so is this just here to stay or is it part of a longer arc?

The way the gloves work didn't make sense to me. The way the Doctor explained them was as if the weight just shifted to the glove (which makes sense for making balancing and gripping easier), but if that's the case where does the extra weight come from when pulling the rope down? Oh well, I'll just imagine they're magic weight deletion/creation devices and move on with my life.

That spike through the Goblin King at the end was brutal! I'm surprised they were allowed to show it. No blood or anything, I suppose, but still!

Ruby's mother (we presume) was somehow still walking away after the Doctor's whole escapade with the Goblins. Bad directing (I might have bought it if she were much further away on a long road) or an indication of more at play? Either way, presumably this isn't the last of that plot thread!

What the hell is going on with Mrs Flood? When she was watching the Doctor towards the end, I thought it was pretty strange, and then in the mid-credits sequence I started to wonder if she was something more than she seemed. Then came the look to camera and her line about TARDISes… Technically, this could be a weird little moment a la Feast of Steven, but it seems more likely something else is at play. The Toymaker could bend the rules of reality, so perhaps she could be part of the legions he mentioned, able to break the fourth wall at will. We shall see, I suppose!

#doctor who #the church on ruby road #ncuti gatwa #millie gibson #ruby sunday #fifteen #doctor who spoilers #dw #mine #dwe15 #this is my new tag for now to match the way I tag classic stuff #since we're going to be back at series 1 again (my way of tagging new who) #the e stands for era btw in case anyone is for some reason curious about my tagging system #as opposed to dws1 for example for series 1 #I suppose I could have used d for doctor but I like it as it is #reactions #dwmine #I don't know why I'm using a title for once #but there we go #also - tiny thing - how did the priest not hear the raging goblin battle right above him? #and the final episode of ghosts is starting in less than half an hour! #my brain is being pulled in two directions oh no

[solesommerso]

whumptober 2023 day 2 : bloody hands

Swat, Street centric

warnings : blood & injury, fighting, fight rings, mentions of past child abuse

It becomes an endless loop, work, sleep, work, sleep, a rinse and repeat routine that he’s grown used to. Accustomed to at this point.

It’s no longer exciting, no longer fulfilling, he watches as the cases pass by. Day by day, they become less real, less tangible. He doesn’t feel the satisfaction he used to after arresting a criminal or after returning a victim to their family, it feels trivial in a way. It’s just what’s expected.

But this is what he wanted. He wanted to help people day in and day out, it’s what he signed up for, age eighteen and a dream of becoming someone people would turn to instead of run away from. He softened his edges and lost his barbed wire eyes and filed his fangs down and wiped away the blood.

He got what he wanted. He grips the cold porcelain sink with white knuckles, the buzz of people talking and moving near him nips at his ears. He hasn’t know silence since he was buried in his mothers womb, unbeknownst to the chaos and violence that would soon become his life. He wonders if it was peaceful before it all came tumbling over him, he wouldn’t know, he can’t remember a day without the drip of roughness sliding down from his eyes to his cheeks and eventually to his mouth.

He can taste it when he wakes up in the morning and before he goes to bed, the urge to pounce and become feral again. He tells himself he threw that all away, fixed it, he’s better now and who he has always dreamed of. He keeps his arguments buried in his chest and forces his eyes away when they talk. He’s become good at hiding the lurking unsettled feelings.

Rinse and repeat. Work, sleep, work, rinse and repeat. Repetition. He swallows his anger, his grief, his need to run, to have chaos again.

There’s a little part of him, a broken part, that misses when things weren’t rinse and repeat. Misses when things were bruises and running and screaming and crying and laughing and all those things over, but in a different order, in different amounts. That was better to stomach. It’s odd to be out of it now, because how is he supposed to cope with the mundane? With the repeating days?

With what he wanted.

Is this what he wanted?

He begged for peace and quiet, clawing at the walls for someone to make the world easier, to give him the freedom he wanted. This doesn’t feel like freedom though, it feels like being caged.

He can feel how the iron bars sting his skin, they grow smaller each passing day, each practiced conversation crushing his chest, bringing the past chaos to the forefront of his mind. He misses baring his teeth and claws, misses the drip of blood that stained his skin, misses the euphoria that comes with adrenaline pumping and roars building in his throat.

And maybe that’s why he stands with bloodied knuckles and sweat beating down his skin. It’s humid out, he hasn’t noticed it in what feels like years but it’s humid, hot, it’s a nostalgic feeling of summer lacing his skin.

He throws another punch.

The blood splashes off of the other persons face, some of it lands on his chest, he doesn’t care. This feels good. Feels un-caged, feels feral, primal, feels familiar. He knows how to do this and unlike the rinse and repeat that he’s been doing, this lets him breathe easy.

He gets hit. The bruise will form soon, bloom over his skin pretty purples and blues, he smiles with that knowledge. This feels familiar too, the ache of his side, the split of his lip, the throb of hot pain spreading under his skin. He smiles under the gush of blood coating his teeth, the copper taste is nice, reminds him of childhood. He likes this.

More blood spills, more hits are landed, more bruises will be starting to form soon. The sirens come, he runs, and he feels free as he does.

His legs burn and shake under however long he’s been running. The pain of the bruises hasn’t set in bad enough to stop him but the blood has dried over, a tacky feeling when he touches his finger to his lip, not daring to glance at himself yet.

His phone buzzes twice, a case.

He makes it to the locker room without running into anyone, stripping his t shirt off before making his way to the mirror. His hair is tousled and greasy with sweat, pupils blown wide with adrenaline, blood painted on his skin and a purple bruise forming on his eye. He looks like himself, that’s his first thought, he doesn’t look like the stranger that’s been staring back at him for months, this is him.

Other people start to file into the locker room, Street washes the blood from his hands, fixated on how it swirls down the drain. He finds comfort in it, he’s seen it so many times, since he was a child, his racing heart starts to slow at it.

“Kid?” Hondos voice waivers in, it’s dulled by the blood pumping in Street’s ears. He switches the water off and turns towards Hondo despite it, the rest of the team standing there waiting too.

“You okay?” His boss looks so worried and concerned, he shouldn’t be. Street cracks a smile to try and ease the people in front of him, nodding that yes he’s fine. He’s okay, more than okay, he feels fucking electric, feels free.

“Kid you’re bleeding.” Shit there’s a gash on his side, he must’ve gotten it jumping that fence when the cops showed up to the fight ring he was at. He grabs his discarded shirt to wet it in the sink before pressing it to the bleeding slice, it doesn’t hurt, he’ll be fine. He tells the team he’ll be okay but they don’t seem to believe him.

“What happened?” Chris’s voice is thick, eyes tracking over Street over and over again, trying to find more injuries he presumes. He tells her nothing happened and moves to grab the first aid kit he keeps in his locker, there’s one on the wall but Street has his own personal one, it has more than the one on the wall.

He takes the shirt away from the injury and contemplates if he needs stitches or not. He thinks he can get by without them, instead he slaps some ointment on it and a nice sized bandage. He could do a better job but he doesn’t care that much, he can fix it later if he needs to. Right now all that matters is the familiar feeling of chaos mixed with calm swirling under his skin, he doesn’t think he can have one without the other.

#whumptober 2023 #writing #jim street #js #swat

[fyrefrostanimus]

Hey look, Fyre's revisiting one of her older AUs that's been mentioned on her blog before!

Jokes aside, I'm pretty sure the only person who read that post is connectionterminated13, so maybe it's better to just put the whole context here.

Remember FuhNaff's Midnight Motorist theory that got run hard into the ground by Sire Squawks proving it could just never be canon? The theory (if you don't know) is that Evan Afton, as the Crying Child, got lured out by Funtime Freddy disguised as Fredbear with illusion disks and got killed. Then William recreated him as a robot, but he remembered how he died, hence his fear of Fredbear despite being okay around his plushies. Then he dies again in the Bite of '83 without having a new robot body made again after.

Yeah I made an AU with that theory as the base. I would have posted this tomorrow for the free space day if I hadn't realized that it does fit at least the trapped prompt, and to some degree trust.

It's pretty much the theory as-is, with the AU timeline diverging as Evan realizes that this isn't Fredbear after the illusion disks are turned off. And this pink-and-while bear with a Bonnie hand puppet has malicious intent. He tried to run away, but Funtime Freddy pulls the classic move of throwing BonBon at him, killing Evan on impact (unlike the Bite, this was a blow to the neck). He goes on to possess BonBon which is like a nightmare for him.

Evan's trapped in a tiny body that makes him feel cramped (for reference, minus Cassidy also being in the same body, possessing Fredbear was like a cozy pillow since it's soft on the outside and bigger than him). And trapped with the bear who killed him. And on top of that, trapped in an underground facility with no natural light and no escape except when let out. The only reason Funtime Freddy was able to get out on that one night was because he manipulated the electricity to make his way out through the elevator (don't question it, I thought of this on the spot to make it make a bit more sense). Evan doesn't want to trust this murderous ursine robot, but he doesn't have much of a choice since Funtime Freddy is his main source of protection and movement. Which is complicated by the bear being the one to act out the most, meaning that they both get shocked if one of them does something wrong. He doesn't want to tell his reluctantly-chosen ally that he's actually the kid he killed that one time he got out, but what if that got him abandoned? What if he was forced out to be alone, barely able to move or defend himself?

Timeline mostly continues as canon up until Michael ends up scooped. Evan eventually works up the courage to leave, definitely egged on by the fact he's hitchhiking inside what he assumes (like Elizabeth does) is his father's corpse and ditches early while inside the house. Being smaller and made up of less wires made it a lot easier for him to detangle himself from the rest of Ennard and just wait out the rest of that time under the couch. Eventually Mike regains control of his body, finds the tiny wire blob under his couch, and freaks out thinking it wants back inside him (he does not want back inside the corpse). Evan's rather friendly since Mike isn't trying to hurt him and eventually the reveal of what actually happened to Evan when he went missing shortly before his birthday happens (don't ask how I have not planned that out).

Evan ends up alone again after Pizzeria Sim since Michael didn't know he was going to burn in there. He would have brought his little wire blob of a brother if he knew on the off chance it would bring him peace, but he didn't. Not sure what happens past that point.

ONCE AGAIN my posting is delayed. I was gonna post it and then my family went to eat out so yeah.

Height chart (idk I just like making these)

A little doodle of the Evan-possessed BonBon knowing what's coming when Funtime Freddy says that specific line

Wire blob Evan being held by Michael for a bit more scale. He loves being held gently like hamburger

And finally, ghost sketch! I had an older sketch to reference but with not as much detail

Aside form what's shown here, I settled on the difference between ghosts who possess animatronics on their own with no assistance (like Charlie, Elizabeth, and at least my version of Cassidy) and those who don't with them being able to interact with the physical world a bit more. So yes, when Evan falls over because his legs collapsed from under him, he can knock things over.

@and-stir-the-stars

#crying child weekend bash #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fyrefrosts fnaf au hell #evan afton