#the pros outweigh the cons in my situation

[p1utofairy]

PICK A CARD: “sixteen carriages drivin' away – while i watch them ride with my fears away…”

★ what will this spring be like for you?

NOTE: i love doing these y'all :,) it always makes me realize how interconnected we all are at the end of the day. just beautiful stuff. take what resonates and leave what doesn't. enjoy!

PILE 1.

hey pile one! i see the beginning of spring started out pretty great for you. there's some communication coming from someone that's been on your mind for awhile now. you could've suddenly ghosted this person or they could’ve ghosted you, but i see you finally gaining some clarity about the situation and finding common ground with this person. you might find this person to be *a bit* much…in terms of how they approach you and just pop back into your life as if nothing happened and there wasn't a pause in this connection – but you can't deny the chemistry between you two. it's like should i stay or should i go?

you're very indecisive and frazzled about this situation, but you need to trust your gut and see the situation for what it is and not what you want it to be. if you know it’s not worth it, let it go. if you feel in your heart that this relationship is salvageable then give it a go…ultimately it's up to you because this person is all in. hopelessly devoted to you by olivia newton-john just came to mind (that's you) and then next to you by bryson tiller also started playing in mind (that's the person you're thinking of) *sigh* you two are really caught between a rock and a hard place.

i think the biggest problem is that they love to talk a good game, but can they back it up with their actions? you need stability, pile 1! don't just accept any and everything for the sake of company and romance – you can always find someone that will follow through and provide you with the love and care that you desire/deserve. i see this dilemma being a big theme throughout the springtime, it might be cliché to say but weigh the pros and the cons that comes with this person – and if the cons outweigh the pros then you know what to do! ultimately, you will prevail.

i can honestly see you getting yourself back out there and receiving some love offers, and that person not liking it. they're really going to try to compete and "make it up to you" i'm hearing lol there's a bit of a love triangle vibe going on here. a little sneaky part of you might enjoy this cat and mouse game and the fight for your attention hehe i'm hearing tell your girlfriend by lay bankz BYEEEE you're definitely giving main character energy, as you should. just make sure you're making the right choices!

PILE 2.

hiii pile 2, what's going on my loves? it feels like you'll be starting off walking on eggshells a little bit. i think you're tired of being let down and disappointed, especially when it comes to love. your energy feels tense like you already can sense it coming, but what i want you to do is breath and relax…put the guns down babe. i feel like some of y'alls trauma/past wounds are preventing you from seeing what exactly is on the horizon – which is everything you've ever wanted. it's like the concept of love and being in a solid relationship has been a big grey area for you for a long time, and you're exhausted from the constant fear of someone breaking your trust or getting your hopes up just to let them down.

y'all are very intuitive pile 2 and i know y'all can see more than what meets the eye – so right off the rip if someone is approaching you, you can already peep what kind of agenda/motivation that they have. now this is an amazing ability to have, but you also have to make sure you're at least giving the person a chance before immediately writing them off. when you know, you know. energy never lies and when you peep a vibe, 99.9% of the time your suspicions will be confirmed in some way, shape or form. TRUST YOUR GUT. however, you should open your heart to the limitless possibilities and understand that what will be, will be, my loves. if something doesn't sit right with you, then don't feel afraid to walk away and let it go. you're stronger than you think, and that's exactly why you shouldn't just allow anyone into your space. it seems rough and lonely now, but by may i definitely see some rewarding changes coming in. you might have some options but i don't see them cutting it for you lol i can see you being like mmm eliminated, eliminated and ELIMINATED! i know that's right! it's like you’re weeding out your garden and making room for even more beautiful flowers to grow.

some of the seeds you have planted will manifest this spring, and i see a particular romantic relationship blossoming. it's like there was this pause in your life and then here comes this dreamy ass person just waltzing right into your life, after all those tests, trials and tribulations. you're gonna be so happy and thankful that you didn't settle for less, pile 2. i'm genuinely so excited for y'all <3 awww this person is literally a blessing that you have been waiting on for a longgg time. you'll realize that everything happens for a reason and there was no reason to worry in the first place, because this was always destined to be. 10:10 on the clock <3 love y'all.

PILE 3.

pile 333 it looks like you might be starting off with a lot on your plate, my loves. you might be juggling school, work, hobbies, hanging out with friends, working out – honestly you're just tryna squeeze in some personal time within this tight schedule. it's been hard on you because you feel like you have your hands tied with so many things…people want you to be everywhere at once, and you simply can't do that.

you ultimately have to do what makes you happy, no matter what and i see you realizing that as you progress throughout the spring. one of your parents or family members might be extremely tough on you, this person might live vicariously through you and it stresses you tf out. you feel like you have to carry this burden that they put on you just because they're family, but guess what? you don’t. pour back into yourself, pile 3. you have so many dreams, plans and goals that you don’t speak about to other people but you need to share your gifts with the world. you will be blessed as you embark on this new journey! will it be easy? maybe not but will it be necessary? ABSOFUCKINGLUTLY. go for it, please. your guides want you to know that you'll be supported as you navigate and try to figure out ways to get these ideas out there and put into motion. you're truly beyond creative and talented, wow.

you're a visionary! so many nights you've cried wondering how and when you will be released from these restraints and be free. your spirit guides want you to know that you have the key, my loves. use it. there's sunshine waiting for you at the end of the tunnel <3 and anyone who has ever mistreated you, or put you down will truly regret it and become so bitter and bewildered that you got away from their negative energy and hatefulness. you will meet people along the way that will truly love you and support you unconditionally. you will start to live your life this spring, pile 3. spread your wings.

PILE 4.

hey pile 4! i think this spring you're going to come to a realization about something in regards to a romantic (or platonic for some) connection. if this is platonic, then you and this person must be REALLYYYY close, like best friends. this person is not being 100% honest with you, and you've been suspecting in the back of your mind that they are hiding something from you. i see them coming clean about whatever it is or someone might expose them and you'll be like I KNEW IT…it's sad though because the betrayal feels pretty deep.

this person might try to make it up to you, and try to smooth things over – but be very careful with that because i feel like they're no stranger to gaslighting and manipulating people. it's giving a 3rd party situation either they were cheating (if this is romantic) or they were talking shit on you with other people (if this is platonic) either way what they did is fucked up and they know that but they think you're naive enough to forgive them and move on.

see the situation for what it is and move accordingly, pile 4. you need to reevaluate the ones closest to you, and see if these are really the type of people you want around you. you're going to be elevating this spring, and not everyone is going to like that. i see you doing your own thing and just being the most authentic version of yourself with no fucks to give! let this be your green light to not let anyone hold you back with their lies and deception, you are going to rise above this situation and feel so refreshed once you see this person for who they truly are. i can see you taking on a new hobby, engaging in a passion project and/or just deep-diving and learning more about yourself/what you like. it's very much needed, pile 4. let it happen by tame impala is the vibe for you this spring hell yeah YOU GOT THIS.

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✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | connor bedard ♔

summary: after a blackhawks win, connor shows up at his girlfriend's apartment like every other game night.

warnings: celebrating christmas too early

notes: ah my first connor fic. i love him so much. justic for connor fr.

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Dating the first overall pick was an experience, to say the least. Y/n and Connor had been dating since they were sixteen and she was by his side every step of the way through his hockey career. 

When they knew where Connor was going to be drafted, the two of them got this sinking feeling in their stomachs. They didn’t want to do long distance, it would be too hard on both of them. However, there was something that y/n never told Connor. 

She applied to the University of Illinois-Chicago on a whim. She didn’t think she would get in, so she didn’t see the point in telling her boyfriend about it. Yet, when she got her acceptance letter, she was troubled. She had never seen the campus, knew nothing about Chicago in general, she didn’t know what classes she would have to take. 

But, when she thought about the other schools she had looked at, none of them even compared to being just down the street from where Connor would be every day that he wasn’t on a road trip. None of them were worth being so far away from her boyfriend. 

A week after she got her letter she sat Connor down to talk. Connor didn’t like the way y/n sounded when she said, ‘I need to talk to you’. 

✧༺✎༻∞

“Con, I need to talk to you.”

Connor’s eyebrows furrowed and sat down on y/n’s couch holding her hand as y/n looked around anxiously.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“What, no, of course not. There’s just something I have been keeping from you.”

“I don’t know if I should be relieved or more nervous now.”

Y/n laughed nervously, “No, uh. You know how we were talking about how we didn’t want to do long distance?”

“Yeah?”

“We might not have to.” Y/n handed the envelope to her boyfriend and watched his reaction nervously. 

Connor had a confused look on his face as he looked at his girlfriend and then at the envelope. He opened and his face was met with the UIC causing him even more confusion. 

“You applied to Chicago?” Y/n just nodded her head and urged him to keep reading. 

He only had to scan a few lines before he was standing up and looking at the girl, “You got in?”

“Mhm.” Before he celebrated he contemplated the situation. He didn’t want her to move to Chicago just because he was going to be there. He loved her yes and he wanted her to be there, but he didn’t want her to give up her life for him. 

“But what about-”

“‘But what about’ nothing, Connor. I love you and I want to be with you. And if that means going to Chicago with you, I will. Chicago has something no other school doesn’t.”

“What?”

“You, you big dope.”

✧༺✎༻∞

Connor was forever grateful that she kept that secret from him. If he knew that she applied to UIC and didn’t get in, he would be devastated. However, there were ups and downs to being there in Chicago. Connor rarely saw y/n despite her being just down the street from the UC. 

Any time he had an off day, she would have class and anytime she didn’t have class, he would have practice or a game. It was the luck of the draw when they got to be with each other. At points in time, they both thought it would’ve been better if they just stayed in their respective cities. 

Overall, those cons were outweighed by the pros. When Connor had a rough day he could literally walk to her apartment to the UC, though he never did. And when y/n had her rough days, she would call Connor and they could be at each other's places within minutes. Though most days when they had a night game, or any game really, Connor ended up staying at her apartment. 

That was what happened tonight. Y/n was watching the game from her apartment, she had lucked out with only getting one roommate and she had gone home for the break. It was the Friday after Thanksgiving and y/n didn’t particularly want to go home, spending time with Connor was enough for her. 

They had played the Leafs and Kevin scored the overtime goal with an assist from Connor. She had cheered so loudly that she was glad that almost everyone had gone home for the break. She watched post-game live including the interviews and everything that went along with it. When it was done, she turned on the Vancouver game as background noise while she added some food for her and Connor along with some cookies for later. 

She truly had no way of knowing when and if Connor was coming back tonight, but she knew him. She sort of blacked out from the end of the game to when Connor came in through the door, causing her to jump when she heard the sound of his bag against the floor. 

“Hey, Con.”

“Hi.” He took off his suit jacket and his hat, his cheeks rosy from the of Chicago. 

“Thought you guys would be celebrating.” Y/n turned around from where she was stirring at the stove.

“They offered but cuddling with you was much more tempting.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and dropped his head onto her shoulder, “Whatcha making?”

“Soup and I went out and got a bunch of stuffing, because why not.”

“Thank you.” She turned her head and kissed his cheek, “Always.”

Connor went to shower and change as she finished making their food. The two sat and ate dinner while watching the game, talking about whatever came to mind. Connor was going to go shopping with her tomorrow even though Black Friday was today. They were going to buy Christmas decorations so they could decorate her room and apart of the main area of the apartment. 

When they were done and the game was done, they climbed under the covers of her bed, Connor wrapping his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest. 

“I’m proud of you.”

“For what?”

“You’re OT goal assist. Con that was amazing.”

Connor shrugged and tightened his hold.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And that’s how almost every game night is spent for Connor and y/n. Those nights were their favorite.

#sunny lune writes #hockey #nhl #chicago blackhawks #chicago #blackhawks #nhl blackhawks #connor bedard #connor bedard x reader #cb98

[a-heart-attack-ow]

The Arrangement. Part Two

Part One

Part Two:

**18+ Smut and unedited.**

When the next morning comes, it’s not the sunlight that awakens me. No, it’s the sensation of rough hands on my wrists. The hands lift my arms over my head slowly, as if the person touching me in my sleep doesn’t want to wake me. At first, I convinced myself that it was all in my head. I was so exhausted from the night before that I was imagining things, but when I felt something silky wrap around my wrists and tie me to something above me I opened my eyes. At first, my vision is blurred, but it takes only a few seconds for his face to peer back at me. A pair of blue eyes focusing on me with mischief in them. He’s tying my hands with a silk ribbon, the black silk shining back at me. As my eyes glance above me, watching what he’s doing in slow motion. He’s tying my hands together and attaching me to the headboard of his bed. My mind is still groggy when Colby moves his lips to my neck, light kisses that trail along my skin lightly. “Good morning…”

He groans. His voice rumbles when he speaks, vibrating against me. He is so close that it is consuming, my grogginess worsens while I breathe him in. His cologne, his touch, and his lips only add to my dream like state. 

“...How did my baby sleep last night?”

The words fall from his lips breathlessly as he whispers in my ear, his breath warm on my neck. Images fill my mind of the night before. The first night we’d ever been together, the first night I’d ever spoken to my new husband. I knew that everything that brought me to this moment, in this bed, with this man was one big fucked up situation. But I couldn’t bring myself to regret ending up here. 

Not when he’s touching me like this. 

“Did daddy fuck you too good sweetheart? So good that you can’t speak?”

The way he says this causes the air to leave my lungs. I force myself to look at him once again, my lips parting when I attempt to respond, but I can’t bring myself to say anything. All I want is to feel him inside of me. After last night, I could feel myself getting used to our arrangement. He felt too good to ignore. 

“Colby…”

I whimper when his gaze leaves mine and trails down to my bare chest. I was still naked from last night and so was he. The sound of his name on my lips causes a dark chuckle to escape him. 

“...Please don’t tease me. I-I want you inside of me.” 

I know I sound desperate when I say this, but I can’t bring myself to care. I can’t bring myself to feel ashamed. Colby had been the best sex of my life, not even 24 hours ago and my body needed more of him. And from the way he grinds his hardened cock against me, I can tell he wanted me to. He might’ve not wanted to be forced to marry me, but he was here now and the pros seemed to outweigh the cons. 

“Don’t worry baby. You’ll have me inside of you soon, but first I want to play with you.” 

He growls, his lips finding mine. This kiss is harsh but passionate and it takes my breath away in an instant. I want to put my hands in his hair, I want to touch him, but I strain against the silk ropes he used to tie me to the headboard. He tied me securely and I knew there would be no moving on my end unless he permitted it. 

Colby deepens the kiss the moment he moves his right hand down my body, the sensation of his fingers causing me to moan. He drags his fingertips lightly along my body, slowly. Moving lower and lower until he’s reached my bare aching core. His index finger reaches my clitoris, and he slowly teases me with a small circular motion of his finger. Other men that I’d been with had been so mindless with their fingers, aimlessly twiddling, but Colby was different… mindful almost. He was slowly massaging my clitoris, the small circles making my body want him even more. I could feel my lower stomach tightening at the touch, he’d only been doing the motion for a few minutes and I already wanted to cum. Colby knows that my body is getting close, but he doesn’t let me. 

“My darling, you’re not going to cum yet. Not until I say so.” 

He whispers moving his index finger even slower. A taunting reminder that he was the one in control. I try to control my breathing as he touches me. I try to focus or I won’t be able to stop myself from coming undone under his touch. He seems to sense that I’m trying hard to not let my body defy him and he likes it. Likes the control that he has over me with a few simple touches. Colby moves his lips from mine and guides them to my neck, gently sucking. It feels so good and my body writhes under the touch. He sucks harder and I know he’s forming a hickey, marking me as his. He uses the distraction of his lips on me, to push his index finger past my clitoris and instead focuses on guiding his finger inside of my core. He only uses one finger to push inside of me for a few seconds before adding the second one. I could feel the cold metal of his rings against me, a stark contrast to the warm friction as he continued to use his fingers to fuck me. 

Sweat starts to form on our bodies the longer his chest is flush against mine. He pushes his fingers inside of me deeper and deeper with each thrust and I mentally pray that he’s going to be merciful and let me cum, but I can tell that he’s not going to show me any mercy when he moves his lips lower along my neck, resting on my collar bone as he forms another hickey. I know that I should care that he’s marking me like this, that any appearances we’d have to make as a couple would equal me having to have all of the hickeys covered up, but I don’t. I don’t care because right now all I could think about was him. 

“P-Please…”

I feel myself whimper as my focus on not cuming before I’ve been told I can, starts to waver. I don’t know if I can stop it anymore, because my stomach is starting to tighten once again, my body needing its release. 

“... P-Please C-Colby, I need you inside of me.”

Another dark chuckle escapes him, his lips moving from my collarbone. The look in his eyes tells me he’s satisfied with his handiwork as he moves his lips back to mine for a brief moment before verbally responding. 

“Oh my darling, you’re so cute when you beg.” 

Colby removes his fingers from inside of me and guides his forehead to rest against mine. He waits a moment, breathing me in and the way my chest is heaving up and down in anticipation. Our eyes lock once more, both pairs of our blue eyes finding each other. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Even if he was an ass, I would be stupid to deny that he was physically perfect. His lips find mine once again, this kiss kinder than I expected it to be. Instead, he is as attentive and mindful as he’d been when he’d been touching me before. 

It’s when he kisses me that I feel himself slide his hardened cock inside of me, slowly, teasingly slow. It's only once he’s fully inside of me that I allow myself to get swallowed up by the sheer pleasure of being full because of him. He takes a moment to enjoy it too, groaning as he moves himself inside of me. Each movement is satisfyingly slow. 

“You’re so wet for me. So tight, so perfect.”                               

He sounds almost feral when he says this. I watch him as his eyes close, his body thrusting inside of me. His pace quickens when he does this, his cock ramming into me hard and fast. When he starts to move faster, I feel my eyes move from his face to the ceiling above us. I focus on how good he feels at this moment and sigh as I feel my orgasm approaching once more. This was the third time this morning that I felt this sensation and I only hoped that this time he would be kind enough to let me finish. 

“You’ve been such a good girl for daddy…”

He growls, his right hand moving to my jaw so he can force me to look at him. He slams into me harder, sloppier than the last thrust and that’s when I know that he’s as close to cumming as I am. 

“...You’ve been so good that I want you to cum. I want you to cum all over my cock.” 

He keeps his hand on my jaw, our eyes never leaving each other. The look on his face tells me that I should do as he says and allow myself to let go. 

So I do. I allow myself to cum and when I do he cums with me. His cock twitches with each load he sends into me. It feels so good as we both come down from our mutual highs. Colby removes his hand from my jaw and instead reaches out to untie the silk restraints that had held me captive. There’s a look in his eyes that I can’t read when he finally pulls out of me, his hands still gripping the silk fabric. It’s almost like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t get the opportunity to, because a knock at the door interrupts us. “Wake up sleepy heads… Celina and I are here to get Mrs. Brock ready for her first dinner party.”

My brows furrow at the voice coming through the door. Dinner party? I think to myself as I search the room for a clock. I sit up in the bed and find one across the room on Colby’s dresser and feel my heart stop for a moment. It was four in the afternoon and I had no idea how I’d managed to sleep in so late. 

Colby gets off of the bed, his eyes leaving mine the moment the woman at the door speaks. Whatever undetectable look he’d made or whatever he’d wanted to say was gone. He clears his throat and sighs as he moves across the room, stopping at the door to grab his robe that had been hanging on a hook attached to the wall beside it. He covered his body and wrapped the robe around himself before he opened the door, not waiting until I was clothed before letting the woman who’d done my makeup the day before inside our room. 

“She’s all your Kris. I was finished with her anyway.” 

Colby walks by her without so much as a second glance in my direction and any good feelings I had moments before seemed to fall away the moment he’s gone. In one second he’d reminded me that I was there to be used. That our marriage was an arrangement and that when he wanted to fuck me I was to be ready whenever he wanted. He’d said it plainly the night before, but I guess a part of me didn’t want to believe that a person could treat another person that way. I wanted to believe that this experience might not be completely awful, but it was and I wished that it was something I could get out of. I looked at Kris who studies me sadly before walking further into the room. I felt so low, naked in front of this person I didn’t know, but I couldn’t move to cover myself up. I was in shock and she knew it. I keep my eyes trained on the carpet in front of me as another female voice enters the room. 

“He just left her like this Celina,”

Kris whispers as she takes a few steps closer to me. Celina closes the door behind her as if the door is closed and would give me some sort of privacy. I feel my body tense when Kris reaches me, her hands reaching out to touch my shoulder. 

“Come on darling, the party starts in an hour. We’ve got to get you ready.”

Kris speaks with such kindness that it makes me want to cry. No one had spoken so kindly to me since I arrived here. A part of me doesn’t want to move. I didn’t care about a party. I didn’t care about what I looked like, but I knew the consequences that would occur if I didn’t do what they told me to do. What would happen to my father if I didn’t obey the Brock family and the arrangement put in place by Colby’s family. 

So I nod and let Kris take my hand and like a zombie, I follow her and Celina to the adjoining bathroom and walk-in closet. Not caring that I was naked. The Brock family had already taken my dignity… what else would they take?

—

The entire time that Kris and Celina helped get me ready I felt numb. They did everything for me and were gentle. I could tell by the looks in their eyes that they felt for me. And I tried to smile and joke with them, but I couldn’t. They brushed my teeth and washed my hair and my body. I just spaced out the entire time and my mind kept replaying what Colby had said ‘I was done with her anyway’. It wasn’t just what he said but how he said it. Like I was nothing to him. I didn’t expect him to fall in love with me or something, but I expected to be treated like a person. While Kris and Celina got me ready they filled me in on the dinner that was happening. Apparently, it was a black-tie event. An event that happened once a month at the Brock family estate. Celina informed me that Colby’s property was right next door to the other estates in the family. Every other month, each event was moved to another one of the Brock family homes. This was an event for investors and business. I just had to show up and look ‘pretty’. Today’s event was being held downstairs as it was Colby’s turn to host, so I wouldn’t have to go far to meet everyone. It amazed me that people had been running around this mansion all day to set up for the event and I hadn’t woken up once. The house was built to keep sound trapped in individual rooms, something that made me feel uneasy. 

Within the hour time frame, Kris had my hair in the most elaborate updo I’ve ever sported. She did a fantastic job and it made me feel pretty, but it didn’t feel like me. Nor did the makeup she’d put on my face or the red lipstick that lingered on my lips. Celina put me into a black dress with a plunging neckline. It was a stark contrast to the wedding dress that had been picked out for me. She thought it would make my black engagement and wedding ring pop more. But with my natural hair color also being black I felt like I was completely washed out. I had pale skin and the complete darkness of my onsomble had me feeling like Wednesday Adams. Not to say that the two women who helped me get ready didn’t do a good job because they did, but it still felt wrong. It didn’t matter how much makeup they put me in or the fancy clothing. I still felt out of place. 

Kris finished up my makeup with a setting spray before she and Celina left me to gather myself before having to go downstairs. They were kind and I could tell, but I was still shaken up and I didn’t know how I was going to get through the party. 

Once I’m alone for a few minutes I breathe a shaky sigh. But I’m not alone for very long because there is a knock at my door mere seconds after the girls had closed it. 

“Come In.”

I state lifelessly as I force myself to slip on my heels Celina had left for me before they’d gone out. I don’t notice who has walked into the dressing room until I meet their gaze in the mirror. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes… blue eyes that were hauntingly familiar to me. At first, I can’t read his face, but when he smiles at me I feel the smallest tug of warmth. 

“Sam?”

I ask, realizing he was the man who’d been Colby’s best man. His smile widens for a moment before he nods, walking around me to lean against the vanity I’d been looking into. There is a black box in his hand, a box that he hands to me. 

“This is from Colby. For performing your wifely duties last night and today.”

The words coming from his lips sound exactly like something Colby would’ve said. I can tell they’re not Sam’s words from the way his brow furrows and the look of disgust moves to his face. 

“He told me to tell you that…”

He starts his words confirming what I’d thought moments before. I nod and look at the black box in my hands, my fingers are careful when they open the box and my stomach drops. A stunning necklace looks back at me. Diamonds twinkle from nearly every surface of the necklace in a way that’s almost blinding. It’s set in silver, and is probably more expensive than anything else I’ve ever touched, well apart from the wedding rings I’d been given. 

“... He wants you to wear it tonight.”

With shaking hands, I reach for the necklace and pull it out of the box. It was a heavy necklace and it complimented the dress I was wearing. The deep plunge of the neckline left space for an accessory,  but I wasn’t prepared to wear something this expensive. I sigh and nod in response to Sam, but when I attempt to unclasp it he stops me. 

“Allow me...”

Sam whispers, politely taking the necklace out of my hands. He walks around me and places the necklace around my neck, fastening it. There’s a politeness to him that I hadn’t seen from Colby. I felt confused, how could someone who seemed so nice be friends with the man I was now married to? 

“... Was he nice to you at least?”

Sam asks quietly as if he’s afraid someone will overhear him. We lock eyes in the mirror once more as he stands behind me. Sam’s face looks worried, a look that worsens when I shake my head ‘No’. The sex with Colby was nice, but he himself wasn’t. And for whatever reason I couldn’t lie to Sam and say otherwise. 

“He's quite rude, your friend.” 

I whisper at the same volume he’d spoken to me moments before. Sam nods in agreement, his lips pulling into a tight smile. There’s a bitterness in his breathing that tells me he doesn't like how rude his friend is either. Sam places his hands on my shoulders, giving a small squeeze of reassurance. 

“He’s not always like that. You’ll have to get to know him and then you’ll see. He’s kinder than he would like to admit.” 

It's my turn to look bitter, my eyes never leaving Sam’s. I want to believe him but the dynamic between two best friends is different from whatever dynamic I had with Colby now. This forced arrangement was different from the friendship he chose. A part of me wants to beg Sam to help me, to get me out of here despite the punishment that would surely follow. But I don’t, instead I take a deep breath. 

“I hear the party tonight is going to be impressive. Well, over 300 hundred guests and everything. A first look at the new and improved Colby Brock.”

I half spit out the words when I speak. A fragile line between amusement and disgust laced in every syllable. I can feel my eyes water when I speak as if everything that led me here to this moment was bubbling to the surface. But I know I can’t let myself cry, Kris had done too good of a job on my makeup for me to mess that up. I know Sam can see that I’m struggling and he wants to say something, but when his watch vibrates on his left arm his attention turns to the screen and whatever it says. 

“It’s time for you to go downstairs with the others.”

He sighs, his eyes finding mine in the mirror once more. Every fiber of my soul wants to run away, but I don’t. Instead,, I stand immediately, knowing that if I keep anyone waiting there would be a consequence. When I stand and turn to face Sam a small smile moves to his face as he looks at me. The dress hugged every curve, and the necklace Colby had given me made the dress luxurious. 

“You look lovely…”

Sam starts, his hand reaching out to take mine. Once he has my hand in his he guides me forward, through the closet, the bathroom, and the bedroom I’d woken up in. I try to focus on my breathing as we walk, my heart skipping a beat once I’m in the hallway outside of Colby’s bedroom. I know I’d seen the outside of the room the night before, but I’d been so eager to hide in that bedroom after the wedding that I hadn’t fully processed this entire house. The marble floors and high ceilings were beautiful, but what hit me was the amount of wealth that oozed from every surface. In the hallway, I can hear the guests downstairs. Their voices carried up the stairs. The hallway is long, and in the middle is the grand staircase. We have a few feet before we reach the top when Sam speaks once more. 

“...You’ll need to link your right arm with my left, and then rest your left hand on top so people can see your wedding ring. We are going to descend the stairs together and once we reach the bottom, I will hand you off to Colby. There will be photographers so you will need to smile like you mean it.”

A nod is all I can manage as I process everything that Sam said. I quickly link my arm with his and position the wedding ring in the way that he asked me to. Once I am where he told me to be we begin walking forward until we reach the top of the stairs. It’s only then that I feel the full anxiety that I’d been pushing down overtake me. From the top of the stairs, I can see a sea of people below me. Everyone is dressed up in clothes that cost more than most people’s rent and I can feel all their eyes move to me once they realize I’m standing there. There is music playing and the voices remain speaking as Sam and I descend down the stairs in sync. I put on the biggest smile I can muster as the cameras start to flash. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Sam looking at me reassuringly. 

“You can do this.”

Is all he says but it causes me to smile wider because his words, all four of them mean the world to me. He seems to smile wider when he sees mine and nods. For a moment I felt good and I felt safe, but when my eyes looked away from Sam and down the stairs, I met Colby’s gaze. And when I do there’s an emotion I didn’t think I would see… 

Jealousy.

#colby brock fanfic #colby brock smut #colby brock #colby brock imagine #sam and colby fanfiction #sam and colby smut #sam and colby

[ranhaitanisgf]

aaaaaAAAAA CONGRATS ON 2K !! IM SO HAPPY & PROUD OF YOUUUUU ILYSM YOU DONT KNOW HOW MYCH I LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR HCS 🗣!!

ofc i HAD to join on this event 🤩 may i have a scenario for “oblivious ‘best friends’ “ & “getting sick” with inui? where reader FINALLY realizes that inui actually cared for her more than a friend would ? preferably fluff 🛐 TQSM LOVE I APPRECIATE IT [cry] <3

— inui [inupi] seishu // obvlivious best friends // getting sick

[𖤐] ANON THATS SO SWEET !!!! im sorry for disappearing for so damn long !!! i hopeeee yall enjoy this, as i went wayyyy over word limit once again !! i also rewrote this like two hundred million times cuz i was struggling w the vibes idk ... anywho. enjoy my loveliessss xoxooooo

wc ; 1.7k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

inui was worried. 

well, he wasn’t sure that that was quite the word to sum up how he was feeling at the moment, but it was the best he could come up with at the moment. 

his worry had started around a week ago, when you had stopped showing up to toman meetings. it was highly unusual, since even though you took on more of a strategic role rather than a fighting role, you still would attend every meeting to offer your input on different issues and how to solve them. you prided yourself on your intellect and being able to strategize, so the first day you hadn’t shown up, it was already ringing alarm bells in his mind. 

after the second, third, and fourth day, inui was sure that something terrible had happened, and somehow nobody had told him. however, even after asking around all the divisions, and even mikey himself, he concluded that nobody had a clue as to where you were. every time he tried to call your cell, it went straight to voicemail, and all the texts that he sent were still on delivered. 

and so now, as any best friend would do, he showed up at your apartment. 

he had visited a couple times in the last week, repeatedly pressing your doorbell and knocking on the door for what seemed like forever. he didn’t want to intrude into your home, but his worry was getting to its peak, so, as an normal person would do, he decided to break your door down. 

sure, he felt pretty guilty about it, especially since your landlord would probably give you hell about it, but the pros outweighed the cons in this situation. 

pros: he gets to see if you’re safe. 

cons: your landlord gets angry and increases your rent, your door is broken until it gets fixed, your neighbors will be upset (maybe), you might get kicked out of your apartment. 

yeah, in his mind, the pro outweighed the cons. 

with a strong kick, inui swiftly kicked beneath the handle of your door. as expected, it wasn’t the strongest thing, so it opened rather easily, even having the courtesy to stay on the hinges. 

“(y/n)?” his voice rang throughout your apartment, feeling a bit on edge at how messy everything was.

 had someone broken in and kidnapped you? did you get robbed and they ended up abducting you? what if-?

“what…the fuck.” inui’s jumbled thoughts cleared up the moment he heard your voice, (was it a bit more raspy than usual?). you had emerged from your bedroom, a blanket heaped over your shoulders as you blankly stared at him. 

“(y/n)...” without much thinking, inui took a couple hasty steps forward and wrapped his arms around you, relief flooding through him. “do you have any idea how worried i’ve been? why didn’t you pick up any of my calls?” you sniffled a bit in his embrace, making him step back a bit to get a better look at you. 

your eyes were rimmed red, and now that he was paying more attention, he realized that you were really warm. your hair was quite a mess, and despite the thick blanket that you were holding over your shoulders, you seemed to be shivering. 

“well, that’s ‘cause my cell’s been dead and i haven’t charged it.” you jerked a thumb over at the living room couch, which your dead cell phone was laying on. “what’re you even doing here though? did you break the door?” your eyes wandered behind him, seeing your door wide open, looking back at inui as he froze a bit at the question. 

“yeah…i’ll pay for a new one. is this why you haven’t been responding? because you’re sick?” 

“i think you’re smart enough to answer that question yourself.” you mumbled, turning around and walking back to your bedroom. “now, if you’ll excuse me, ‘m gonna go back to sleep…” after taking another couple steps though, you felt yourself stumbling as your vision began to blur. 

your wavering frame was steadied by two arms at your shoulders, quickly leading you to sit down on the edge of your bed. as your vision came back, you noticed inui kneeling in front of you, his brows pinched together with worry as he slipped his cool hand onto your forehead. 

“you’ve had this high of a fever this whole time?” 

“yep…” you could barely keep your eyes open at this point, your head bobbing up and down as you tried to stay awake. 

“hm…just go back to sleep.” 

“will do…” you mumbled, flopping back onto your bed and getting under your blankets. 

inui looked down at you as you passed out almost immediately, feeling worried and a little bit betrayed. why hadn’t you called him? had you been taking care of yourself this whole time? 

he settled onto the edge of your bed, carefully pushing some strands of hair out of your face. gently, he pulled some of your blanket up, tucking you in, the corners of his lips turning up as you buried yourself deeper in the blanket. 

cute…

--

“...up…(y/n)...wake up…” you groaned at the subtle shaking of your body, turning over to try and go back to sleep. “(y/n)? just wake up for a few minutes and you can go back to sleep.” the smell of something good wafted through the air, which was enough to make you slowly open one eye, turning back over.

inui was above you, leaning over as he made sure you were awake. his blue eyes became a bit softer when you finally opened both of your own eyes, staying over you for a moment more than was necessary before leaning back. carefully, he handed you a small bowl of rice, a fried egg on top of it with some soy sauce, handing you a pair of chopsticks. 

“you should eat if you want to get your strength back.” you dug in without another word; the most you had been surviving on in the past week was crackers and cheese, since that was the only thing you were able to eat without doing any sort of cooking. 

however, your eating paused when you felt inui pushing some of your hair to the side, unpeeling a cold pack and carefully sticking it to your forehead. he was a little bit closer than he probably needed to be; you could see the flecks of green in his blue irises, his eyebrows still pinched together a little bit as he looked at you. 

ba-dump!

now that you were a little bit more awake, you became quite conscious of how messy your hair was, and even more so noticing how sweaty and gross you were. your fingers ran through your hair, trying your best to take some of the tangles out as you looked to the side, embarrassment flooding through you. you hadn’t called anyone on purpose; you hadn’t exactly wanted anybody to see you like this. 

“er, thanks…” 

“...” 

“...seishu…?” you questioned, feeling a bit awkward as he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. he looked back at you from his seat on the edge of your bed, a somewhat faraway look in his eyes. 

“hm?” 

“uhm, are you alright…?” at your question, inui opened his mouth, then closed it again, seeming to be thinking about something. he mulled over it for a few more moments, the silence feeling just a tad awkward, before he started to speak again. 

“i wish you had called me.” he said, a tone of hurt in his voice. “i was worried that something may have happened to you…and even if you’re just sick, i just…” inui paused, fiddling a bit with a piece of his hair as his ears turned a bit pink. “...i wish that you would rely on me more.” he sighed, his head pulling down a bit as he stared at the ground. 

the straightforwardness of his words caught you wholly off guard; you had not been expecting that sort of response from him. 

you felt some guilt flood through you at seeing his sadness, laying your chopsticks across your bowl as his words echoed through your head. you supposed that you probably should have just let him know that you were sick instead of trying to disappear for a week or two, since you probably would have also been worried if he had tried to pull a stunt like that. 

“i’m sorry…i just didn’t want anybody to see me like this. i don’t exactly look the best right now, so-” 

“you look good.” 

“...” you stared at the boy seated next to you, trying to find any sort of lie in his eyes. instead, he just kept looking back at you with the most honesty in his eyes, a slight smile across his lips. “you’re a weirdo…” you murmured, feeling your heart skip a beat when you realized that he seemed to be serious with his words, (was your face feeling hot because of your fever?). 

inui didn’t reply to your half-hearted words, instead taking the bowl from your hands and placing it on your bedside table. 

“you should get some rest.” you stayed sitting up for a moment, your eyes tracing over all his fluid movements. his blue eyes suddenly flicked back to you, the eye contact finally breaking the trance you seemed to be in, making you immediately lay back down and cover the bottom half of your face with your blankets. despite the embarrassment you were suddenly feeling, there was also a giddy feeling you felt as you watched inui adjust your blankets, making sure that you were all covered up. 

“are you going to leave?” 

please say no.

“well, no…your door doesn’t close now, and i’m not going to leave you here to let just anybody walk in.” 

“oh, right. forgot about that…” you giggled a bit at inui’s sheepish expression as he stood up, clearing off your bedside table and standing up. 

“get better soon, (y/n).” there was a small smile on his face as he exited, gently closing your door behind him. when you were sure he was gone, you couldn’t help the euphoric smile that spread across your face, pulling your blankets a bit over your face. 

did that really just happen!?

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[ticklystuff]

Hi! Can you please write Lee Kaveh and Ler Alhaitham with Bellybutton? 👀

closed, send no more!

a/n: hiiii i'm sorry this took so long! the idea for this fic is cringe but i really liked it so i just ran with it hahaha but hope you enjoy!

characters: alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari is here for a minute lol

wc: ~2.1k

"No way! You're not serious, right?"

"No, yeah, I'm not kidding! It's actually so funny!"

Alhaitham huffed as the two's voices permeated through his bedroom walls that he was sure were made of paper at this point. Visitors weren't commonplace for his humble abode and there was a good reason for that, yet despite knowing this, Kaveh's persistence somehow managed to sway Alhaitham into allowing Tighnari to come over for tea. The blond's request was immediately shot down with zero hesitation on Alhaitham's part, as entertaining guests was not particularly one of his strong suits, but after some careful consideration, the potential pros seemed to outweigh the cons. Not only would it give Alhaitham some free time away from the blond, but Kaveh would have someone else to let out his little vents onto. Oftentimes, there was little substance to what Kaveh usually had to say and the inability to spark meaningful conversation meant a good waste of a portion to Alhaitham's day. With Tighnari over, however, Alhaitham would no longer be subjected to such a time sink and could enjoy his afternoon Kaveh-free.. or so he initially thought. The ecstatic giggles from the two escalated into screeching laughter and that familiar feeling of regret, something Alhaitham often associated with anything related to Kaveh, began to take its place in his chest. Not even the noise-cancelling earpieces he purchased specifically for situations like these were of aid.

That's it. Tighnari had overstayed his welcome.

Slamming the book in hand with one swift motion, Alhaitham stood up from his desk, marching over to his bedroom door to give Kaveh and his guest a piece of his mind, only to immediately stop in his tracks when his ears caught on to the topic at hand.

"Yeah, Alhaitham is so ticklish too!"

The little cogs in Alhaitham's brain seemed to come to a standstill, malfunctioning as his brain attempted to process what Kaveh so casually blurted out, taking more time than it should have put him back on track. Once things were back up and running, Alhaitham was still at a loss on how to react, left standing in place, blinking over and over as the words replayed in his head, face turned flush unknowingly. Why was this even a topic of conversation, let alone something that Kaveh felt the need to share? Do normal people even think about tickling in their daily lives? What would even bring such a subject on like this?

"Wait really?" Tighnari sounded genuinely shocked, as if most people in the world weren't ticklish on some level. "People like Cyno and Alhaitham too, I guess, always go around acting super serious, but then just fall to a couple of tickles." Okay, so apparently this is a normal thing for Tighnari too.

"I know, right? He's always like 'I'm acting grand sage Alhaitham, my house my rules blahblahblah.'" Alhaitham reeled at the comically guttural voice Kaveh used to imitate him; he didn't sound like that at all. "But then he screams when your hands even get close to his sides."

"Wait, that actually reminds of this one time," Tighnari began, clearly excited by the tone of his voice, "but I poked at Cyno's ribs once and he made like these sounds; I'm not sure how to describe them, but like, he almost sounded like a pig, I guess?"

"A pig? I don't think- oh wait! You mean like this?" The following sounds were reason enough for Alhaitham to rip his eardrums out, resembling what he assumed was Kaveh's best impression of a snorting pig. Whether the imitated pig was being laid to slaughter or not, he wasn't so sure.

To Tighnari, though, these noises sufficed, as evident by the entertained laughter that Alhaitham was able to make out through the door. "Yes, thank you! That's exactly what he sounds like!"

"Oh, and don't even get me started on Alhaitham." As much as wished to stop eavesdropping, the sudden mention of his name again piqued the scribe's ears. "He may not snort like Cyno, but he does something just as bad." There was a brief silence that not even Tighnari broke and Alhaitham found himself removing the earbuds that seldom left his ears, pressing the side of his head to the door for full clarity. "One time, I tickled Alhaitham and I was able to get him to squeal," Kaveh spoke, as if this was a personal achievement to be proud of.

Something in Alhaitham's brain snapped at this very moment, his left eye twitching as Kaveh and Tighnari continued their waste of a conversation. Squeal? Never once in his life has he ever done such a thing. He couldn't even recall the specific instance that Kaveh was referring to, but the more he thought about it, the more the heat in his head began to rise, creating an unfamiliar feeling as it was unlike the scribe to lose his cool. Still, even if it was true, which it definitely was not, who did Kaveh think he was to be spreading around hearsay like this? His hand reached for the knob of the door, fully ready to go out and not only defend his pride, but rip Kaveh to shreds, yet Alhaitham's hand froze just as he turned the knob, halting at the thought of a new idea, a plan most satisfying.

"Ah, it looks like it's getting late." Alhaitham's ears perked up at the sound of Tighnari's voice, nearly smirking with how things just seemed to line up for him. "I should get going soon. I promised Cyno I'd walk him home today." How convenient.

"Oh, take some of the snacks! Let me go find some containers to pack them up for you." Alhaitham listened to the shuffle of multiple footsteps resounding off the floorboards, mixed with the idle chit chat that his ears began to tune out. At least they moved past the previous subject..

"Alright, thanks again!" The familiar sound of the front door being opened followed Tighnari's farewell. "Tell Alhaitham I said hi!"

"Alright, alright, take care!"

Alhaitham continued to stand by his bedroom door in silence, giving himself a few minutes before proceeding with his plan in mind. He listened as the front door shut, followed by what he assumed was Kaveh cleaning up after his gossip session with Tighnari, noting the occasional incoherent grumble from the blond. Once a sufficient amount of time had passed, Alhaitham slowly stepped out of his room, walking down the short aisle to see Kaveh's back to him, tidying up just like he presumed. There were two empty wine glasses resting on the table, a possible explanation to the obnoxious laughter.

"Kaveh."

The sound of Alhaitham's voice seemingly morphed Kaveh's mannerisms, a noticeable shift to the strung-up self Alhaitham was most familiar with. "Ugh, there you are!" Kaveh bellowed with a spin to his heel, marching up to Alhaitham, a slight tinge of pink to his face. "You couldn't even spare the time of day to come out of your room and greet Tighnari! Like, what kind of host do you think you are?!"

"A good one, considering you'd most likely complain about my presence killing the mood," Alhaitham simply brushed off the nagging, visibly irritating Kaveh further. "Anyway, I did not come here for you to criticize me. Rather, I'm inquiring about your earlier conversation with him."

Kaveh scoffed, hands on his hips. "Oh, so now you're interested in things I have to say?"

"Not really," Alhaitham responded flatly, "but for the sake of my efforts, let's pretend that I am."

"I mean just some normal chit-chat, I guess," Kaveh said with a shrug, raising an eyebrow at the other. "Why are you asking? If you're so curious, just hang out with us the next time."

"Well, I'd prefer not to go through the trouble," Alhaitham waved off the suggestion, an ill use of his time, really. "However, I couldn't help but overhear-"

"Oh, so you were listening!"

"-the topic of your conversation being a peculiar one," Alhaitham continued, the interruption hardly worth addressing. "Kaveh, tell me, have you ever squealed before?"

This fully caught the other off-guard, the blatant confusion written all over his face. "What?"

"During your conversation with Tighnari, you mentioned details about my overall sensitivity. Although I do not deny being somewhat ticklish, I must refute the fact that you mention I squeal. There has never-"

"Seriously? This is what you're hung up on?"

"-been a time where I have ever done such a thing, leading me to the conclusion that you've yet to experience the particular sound. Therefore, I have decided-"

"Come on, Alhaitham. It's not a big deal."

"-that perhaps you need to squeal yourself."

"What are you even-" Alhaitham observed as Kaveh's own words suddenly caught in his mouth, the look of alarm bells visibly going off in his head as the realization of the younger's words settled in. The blond gave two nervous blinks, to which Alhaitham responded with a single nod, an indication of what was about to occur. Before Alhaitham could take his next breath, Kaveh was already off running, prompting Alhaitham to shortly do the same.

"Don't-! NO! Stay away from mehehe!" Kaveh shrieked with apprehensive giggles as he barely avoided Alhaitham's grasp, snatching one of the cushions from the sofa to use as a lousy projectile that hardly required dodging on Alhaitham's part.

"What's the matter, Kaveh?" Alhaitham barely missed a beat in his step as Kaveh attempted everything possible to throw off the scribe in his pursuit, knowing Kaveh well enough to read his movements. "You wouldn't happen to be ticklish, would you?"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" Kaveh's voice grew more frantic with each circle around the sofa, his pleas for mercy falling on Alhaitham's deaf ears. "I shouldn't have said anything! I'm sohohorry!"

"Yeah, you shouldn't have."

"Alhaitham, wait! Truce! Trucetrucetruce! Please- noHOHO!" Whether it was due to his usual clumsiness or the glass of red wine from earlier, Alhaitham was sure it was a combination of both, the scribe managed to eventually snatch Kaveh by the waist, firmly wrapping his arm around the other to prevent him from squirming free. Kaveh was already a giggly mess before Alhaitham had even started, doing everything in his power, which admittedly wasn't much, to stop the inevitable, but once Alhaitham's fingers began prodding through the thin flowy top that Kaveh oh-so loved to wear on his days off did the fun really begin.

"Noho! NOHOHO!" Choosing to start at his ribs, Alhaitham was rewarded with a healthy dose of laughter as his fingers teased at the sensitive area with dexterity and precision, unfazed by the squirmy Kaveh in his arm. On top of the flurries of movement came multitude of cursing and swearing, most incoherent due to the mix forced laughter, yet Alhaitham continued in a collected manner, already an expert at blocking out Kaveh's voice. After all, he only had one goal on his mind, each poke pushing his determination further.

"Squeal."

This appeared to set something off in Kaveh, arms flailing about more wildly accompanied by a cry that could only resemble one of a strangled cat, clearly rejecting the proposition. "NOHOHO! LeheHEHEheht me gohoHOHO!" His body seemingly shrunk in Alhaitham's hold, a failed attempt at scrunching away from the way his fingers walked down the middle of his ribcage and along his waist, each step defined to trigger an individual sensation that made Kaveh jump.

"Squeal."

"Alhaithahaham, wahaHAHAIT!" Jumbled laughter was all that spilled from his mouth now, unable to properly structure coherent sentences. Despite the shrill shrieks, there was something almost charming about the laughter that filled the room and Alhaitham couldn't help but smile along, if only just slightly. Still, despite the near entrancement, Alhaitham remained on track, taking particular notice to the seemingly growing frenzied responses elicited in Kaveh's reactions, both bodily and vocally, whenever his hand hovered just over his navel. Perhaps this might just be what he needed..

"Squeal."

"HaAAAH!! NO-NOHOHO!"

Just as he thought, Alhaitham had struck gold, drawing out the exact reaction he sought. Kaveh's squeal echoed throughout the space, almost as if the walls reverberated with his laughter. He allowed himself to tease that specific area longer than intended, enjoying the hectic mess Kaveh had become in the process, before finally releasing the blond, watching as Kaveh quickly hobbled away to create distance between the two.

"Well, I hope you've learned your lesson," Alhaitham put it bluntly, catching the irate expression Kaveh shot him. "Now, you wouldn't want me spreading the story about how you squeal when tickled, right?"

"Fine, fine, we're even!" Kaveh scoffed, throwing his arms up in annoyance. "Truce?"

Alhaitham couldn't help but smirk in response. "Truce."

#kavetham #kaveh #alhaitham #genshin impact #tickling

[yuri-is-online]

So I’ve got to ask, would you recommend Tokyo Revengers from your experience so far? Does the story and characters outweigh the (alleged) obnoxious currency system and money grabs?

So my gut reaction is to say no, I do not because I just cannot feel comfortable recommending this game in the state it's in, but I am going to make a pros and cons list to help maybe give you (and anyone else curious) a basic idea of where my head is at right now and help you make your own decision.

Cons

THERE ARE NO CAMPAIGN REWARDS. I cannot stress that enough there is nothing being given out to day one players to help you get started, and honestly it's super hard. Saving up for pulls feels like a foreign concept, there are so few opportunities to earn gems I have no real idea how I would even start building a stash let alone a team with the few characters I currently have. They don't give you a free SSR like twst does to help out, just the free SR from choosing your guy at the beginning though they do have a paid free SSR function. Now Twisted Wonderland does too, but like I said they give you a free one with unlimited re-rolls at the start.

Someone actually did the math about pulls and I agree with their assessment here: the cost isn't the worst I have seen in a gacha, but when you couple that with no free SSR for f2p, lack of reliable way to earn gems and I can feel it being a nightmare if the game progresses any further without a re vamp of some sort.

There really is no point to the combat or team building in this game beyond being a road block between you and the story. It's full auto which could be neat if there were nice animations but there aren't. It really might as well not be there, and that's before you get to the SSR rates...

Neither Pro nor Con

You might have noticed the above reddit user talking about the distinction between joseimuke vs otome and the reason for that is way back when this game was first announced it was supposed to be an otome game, which implies a level of explicit romance and relationship between the MC and the characters that is not typically present in joseimuke games. The current version of the game has a cast that seems to have completely changed, both character and voice actor wise. The stated reason for this and the delay was "changes in the market." It was originally supposed to be based off of Tokyo Ghoul? And was supposed to release in 2019, but was delayed until 2020, then put on indefinite hiatus until it's release now.

On an unrelated note, OG Obey Me! was released on December 11, 2019, Twisted Wonderland was released in Japan on March 18 2020, and Genshin Impact's world wide release was on September 28 of the same year. Make of that what you will.

"Yuri why did you bring up Obey Me?" Well Solomon's ring is introduced as a plot device... which could be interesting if they are going the direction I think they are with it but I don't know if I have enough faith in them for that.

The Pros

The characters in this game are honestly really fun. I really do mean that, I am not sold on their dorms/houses but the dynamics between the characters themselves are good for what they are. But the tone is very goofy compared to Twisted Wonderland (despite featuring more explicit topics) and I don't think these characters are as well developed as twst's are, but I think that can be chalked up to one of these games having been written by a manga author and the other having not.

I am a little bitch who hates horror stuff and is easily spooked but I really love how they are using modern internet horror monsters in this game. The first book features a creepy pasta monster that I was legitimately afraid of as a kid and I love their take on him. This second book features a ghost from a popular Japanese creepypasta. I'm a sucker for people being creative and using things that have become a part of popular culture without making it cringe, and I think this game succeeds at that.

Wrap Up

This entire situation has made me think about two animes I really like that I think sort of fall into the same dynamic as Twisted Wonderland and Tokyo Debunker. The first I am sure you have heard of, it's called Komi Can't Communicate and follows a girl with trouble communicating who really wants to make friends, and ends up accidentally befriending a guy who wants to help her out. The manga started being released in 2016 and is still going. It's quite good and I like it a lot.

The second is a little show called Aharen-san wa Hakarenai. It's manga started in 2017 and it received an anime adaptation around the same time as Komi san was being adapted. It follows a girl who has trouble communicating who really wants to make friends who accidentally befriends a guy who wants to help her out. I have no idea if Komi-san inspired Aharen-san nor do I really care because once you get past the generic set up, the routes the story takes are completely different as are the personalities of the characters. Komi is a slice of life and coming of age story in addition to a romcom, whereas Aharen is just a straight up romcom with a really cute main couple. There is room for both to exist because both stories do their own thing, just with a similar premise. There really is no reason Tokyo Debunker and Twisted Wonderland can't do the same, provided TD gives itself room to breathe and fixes it's damn grind.

Well assuming it picks up in Japan, it doesn't seem super popular over here right now.

#<3 asks #tokyo debunker

[thebradleybradshaw]

a-z SFW prompt | b.floyd

synopsis: the SFW alphabet for bob floyd

note: two posts in one day, who is she?? here's some soft bob for all the bob peeps!! this was cowritten and is dedicated to @callsignbob my wife for life and the biggest bob girl you'll ever meet !! likes, comments, & reblogs are always appreciate. enjoy !!xx

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Bob is the most affectionate man on the planet. He has a quirk that requires him to be touching you at all times no matter what. Even if it’s just a small pinky finger resting on your thigh -it’s enough. He’s an anxious individual, that’s for sure. He relies on you to help keep him grounded. He has more of a ‘classic’ mindset. He’s opening up doors, having you stand on the opposite side of the sidewalk so you’re not near the street, and he sleeps closest to the door in case of intruders. You and your happiness are at the forefront of his mind every day.

He’s also a note writer. He leaves a post-it on his pillow as he leaves for work in the early mornings. ‘Be back for dinner, have a good day gorgeous. I love you! -Bob’. He’s always signing his name as if you don’t know who wrote the note. On special occasions he’ll write a longer love letter that perfectly describes the feelings he can’t say.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Bob was too nervous to share his feelings for a long time. You ran into him at the coffee machine and decided to introduce yourself. He was immediately enamored, but couldn’t really get the words out. He managed to squeak out his name before hurriedly making his way back to his desk. You found him absolutely adorable. 

He was always the person that you could go to with your problems. You would ask him if he would like to have lunch, which he always would. You would then go on a tangent of something that was bugging the heck out of you. He listened intently and gave you the most sound advice you had ever heard. He even check in later that day to see how it went. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’s the cuddliest boyfriend in the world. He’ll come home, looking tired, and just plop himself in your lap so he can compress. He’ll let out a long sigh and a soft ‘play with my hair please”. Pressure is also something that calms him down, so he particularly enjoys you laying on top of him on the couch, letting your heart beat against his. It’s almost like his own personal guided meditation. The tickle of your hair on his nose and body curled atop his lulls him to sleep every time.

Before bed he faces you as you lie together, talking about things to do the next day and double checking commitments you’re supposed to attend that week. He looks at you with such dreamy eyes you’re practically melting. You watch as his nose twitches as he begins to fall asleep and you have to convince him to just go to sleep.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Dear God does Bob want the white picket fence lifestyle. He pretty much knew after the second date that you were someone he wanted to keep around for a very long time. He would daydream of the beautiful house the two of you would own, matching cars, and even children. Bob would walk around as if he were on cloud nine. Phoenix had to constantly elbow him before missions to get him back to reality. She was also the one person who had to hear about you constantly. “Y/N this, Y/N that.” It got to the point where she had to sit him down and say “Bob, just propose already.” He ran to the jewelry store that afternoon.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

The man would be an absolute mess. He would’ve lost days of sleep just contemplating how to say it or what to do. This was not a situation that he took lightly. He made a very detailed pros and cons list. If the cons outweigh the pros he would instantly crumble.He would have tears streaming down his face as he apologized  for what seemed like hours. Although, Bob would be that ex that always stays around in a positive way. He would still text you happy birthday, or congratulations, if something important happened. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Let’s dive deep into Bob and his proposal. 

For your first date he had taken you to a local diner that had a Southern quality that reminded him of home. It was a random place that he had found when he felt adventurous and homesick one day. It meant a lot to him, and he knew that you would understand the sentiment. He was so nervous to take you there, hoping you wouldn’t turn away. It ended up being the best first date he’d ever been on.

So, he takes you back. He claims it’s just a chance to get out of the house and have a date night. You have absolutely no idea of what he had planned. While you were getting dressed, he had called up the joint, speaking to the waitress that was always working. She was a lovely older woman who had taken kindly to the two of you. The plan was: once the check comes she puts on ‘Wouldn’t It Be Nice’ by the Beach Boys on the jukebox.

Dinner and dessert came and went and you were feeling great. When the check came, Bob didn’t go for it like he usually did. Normally, he would snatch it in an instant so you couldn’t see how much you spent and he would take care of it. Instead, he slid it in your direction. Odd, you thought. Upon opening the booklet you saw a diamond ring placed where the check should be. You look up to see Bob wide eyed and beaming. Who could say no to that face?

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s the softest, gentlest man alive. He caresses you as if you’re made of glass. His touch is so light on your face. He holds you like he’s holding a piece of art from the Louvre. Yet, every touch sends an electric shock through your nerves and your head get a bit dizzy. He’s also incredibly soft spoken. If an issue arises he’s the first to say he wants to talk and he sits you down at the kitchen table to fix it. 

“This happened the other day and honestly I didn’t feel great,” he would state. “I would appreciate it if we could fix that, please.” He wears his emotions on his sleeve. You never have to ask how he is feeling. Whether it’s good, or bad, he’s talkative and upfront about how he feels. It’s something that you really appreciate and it keeps the relationship healthy.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Bob’s a hugger. Before he leaves for work he makes sure to pull you into a tight embrace, with a kiss to your hair, and take a minute just to hold you. That imprint of a hug keeps him warm and happy until he gets back home. When you’re resting on the couch at the end of a long day he likes to have you in his lap, running his fingers through your hair and down you legs as he watches the evening news. 

When at the bar together he keeps a soft arm around your waist, resting you against him as he sits at the bar stool. His fingers play with your belt loops as he laughs at the boys playing pool. If a slow song comes on he likes to hold you from behind and gently sway about the beat.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It was another moment of Bob’s word vomit. It was several months of being together when he had an epiphany during the night. He tossed and turned wondering if he should be the first to say it. He had to. He had to get that off his chest before it gave him a heart attack. You had invited him over to cook him a nice dinner. He seemed off that night, knee constantly bouncing and sweat beading at his hairline. You weren’t sure if he didn’t like the food, or what the issue may be. 

You sat across from him, nursing the drink in your hand. Out of the blue Bob pulled out a pack of Post-It notes and began scribbling. You quirked an eyebrow at the scene, having absolutely no idea what was going on. As he put his pen down, he silently pushed the note over to you. In red ink read the words ‘I’m hopelessly in love with you”. You stifled a cough out of surprise as you told him, “I’m hopelessly in love with you too.” It was the first of many notes to be received from him.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s not too jealous. It’s more insecurity than anything. He’ll watch as Hangman tries to chat you up and wonder if you may be better off with him instead. There’s a constant fear in his head that he’s not doing enough, that he’s not like the other guys on the squad. It’s the one part he’s terrible communicating on. You’re practically pulling teeth to get it out of him. He’s quiet the rest of the night and has a hard time keeping eye contact. After a few questions of ‘what’s wrong’ or ‘what happened’, you’re finally piecing together what happened. He apologizes profusely until you reassure him that absolutely nothing and no one would take you away.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Bob has the softest lips on the planet. There’s not a single part of your skin that doesn’t crave the feeling of his lips. He’s always peppering them on your shoulders as he’s behind you, swaying to an imaginary beat as you cook dinner or fold laundry. He’s placing kisses to your hair as you rest in his nap as he reads - taking a pause after every page.

He places chaste kisses to your lips in the middle of a sentence because he’s been staring at your lips for the last ten minutes. He’s waking you up with soft pecks to your nose as he watches it crinkle in reaction. He’s giving you a forehead kiss as you’re at the bar, for no other reason than to just kiss you. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Children are easier than adults. He has no problem jumping into kid mode. He’ll play soccer with a young boy at the park that asked him to play. He’s teaching him how to properly kick and score goals. He’ll have a conversation with a little girl that randomly came up to him to say hi. “Hi, I’m Bob! What’s your name?” “You’re four?! Wow that’s so cool!” “What’s your favorite color?” You nearly burst into tears watching him carry on a conversation.

He’ll smile and coo at a baby that stares him down while grocery shopping. “Hi!” he beams as the child produces a gummy smile. He can’t wait to have kids of his own. He’ll daydream about what your future kids will look like and what names you may give them. He may already have a few names picked out. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Bob wakes up early on purpose. He likes to sneak out of bed, making a cup of tea or coffee and breakfast, and surprise you with breakfast in bed. Except it’s not really a surprise when he does it every day. He’ll get dressed for his off day as you eat your breakfast, asking your opinion on how it looks or if he chose the right color. 

You happily watch his fashion show as he second guesses his button down and decides on a t-shirt instead. He’ll take the tray from you and run downstairs to clean it up. He’s back again before you can blink and diving head first into the bed for a kiss. He gives you an itinerary of his day and offers for you to tag along if you wish. He’ll send you a text of his location so you don’t have to worry and then he’s off, probably being bullied by Rooster.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It’s 9:00 pm. You’ve decided to retire to your room with your fiance for bed. As the two of you change into sleepwear, Bob pulls out two custom robes that he had made. They’re both a soft and fluffy white with your initials embroidered into the pocket. Where your usual last initial would be now sits an ‘F’. It may be the sweetest gift you’ve ever received. Bob helps you put it on as he ties the belt for you. He’s practically beaming.

The two of you enter your shared bathroom, placing roots at the sink to do skincare and brush your teeth. The room is silent save for the sound of toothbrushes cleaning teeth. You steal glances in the mirror, both too sheepish to say much. His cheeks and nose are glowing red, something that happens when he’s reached the height of happiness. 

From the bathroom you make your way to the bed, Bob already has your side covers pulled down so you can easily slip in. The two of you open your night reading, lamps providing the only light in the room. You read in comfortable silence until your eyes begin to grow heavy. The book is too good to put down, so you slide it over to your fiance, silently asking him to read aloud. Your head rests on his lap as you’re lulled into sleep by the sound of his voice.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Bob says everything all at once, all of the time. He’s a great conversationalist, always finding a new topic to talk about when the other has run its course. You spent most of your first date talking about all of the basic topics: where you’re from, why you moved here, what you do for work. It was simple and easy flowing conversations. Although he didn’t fully up about serious topics.

That happens in baby steps. He’ll slowly reveal a serious topic, but once he’s started he can’t stop. He’ll spiral into a long winded story about something that happened in his life that made him who he is today. You hang on to every word, mentally taking notes. You always love hearing the sound of his voice and always offer to let him tell you the next story.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Bob doesn’t get mad. He’s the most slow to anger person you’ve ever met. You once accidentally broke his electric razor and fully expected a lecture. Instead, he reminded you that it can be easily replaced and he ordered another one on Amazon without another word about it. It doesn’t matter what happens, he’ll talk about it and solve it. He doesn’t believe much happens with fists. He’s very much a pacifist. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers every single tiny little detail. He knows how you like your eggs, what milk you prefer in your coffee, even the type of records you collect. His calendar is filled with important dates including your birthday and anniversary. He has a scheduled delivery of your favorite flowers every week. He constantly keeps your toiletries stocked up so that you never run out. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The day you moved in was a bright and gorgeous Tuesday. He had spent the previous week deep cleaning the house and making sure you had all the space you could possibly need. Half of his closet and an entire dresser was prepared for your clothes, the skin cleared for your products, and the living room couch ready for your decorative pillows and blankets.

He hated being apart from you. Having you to himself every day was an absolute dream come true. Bob was practically skipping bringing your boxes in. He gave you the time and space you needed to be comfortable and constantly reminded you that this was now your home too and you could decorate however you wanted. 

The first night together in a shared bed in your now shared home was eventful. Bob let out all of his loving emotions and continued it into the early morning. From then on he was always bright and cheery at work every single morning.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

When it comes to physical security, Bob is the best. Every night he makes a routine of checking windows, locking doors, and setting the alarm system. He would never forgive himself if something happened to you - especially in your home. You wait in bed for him to come back, asking a quick “all good?” and he replies with “house is secured”. You never thought that such a phrase could hold such meaning to you.

No matter how anxious he can be, when a situation arises he is the first to step up. Anxiety flies out the window and all he is concerned about is protecting you. He would square up with the tallest man in the world if it meant keeping you safe. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Every anniversary, birthday, or date night is extravagant. He’ll spend months planning for your big day and doing things he knows you’ll love to do. All he wants in return is to see that beaming smile on your face. He thinks you’re the most deserving of love and happiness, and there is no expense that would limit that. 

Even on the daily, he makes sure to do something for you, whether that’s folding your laundry if you’re feeling too tired, making you a smoothie while you read, or turning up the heat if he sees you shiver.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Not necessarily ugly, but he does tend to get highly anxious and insecure easily. There may be days where you have to cancel plans because he’s feeling ‘under the weather’. He would beg you to still go, but you couldn’t leave him there alone wrapped under a million blankets in bed. He just needs to hear your reassurance that he’s doing a good job and that he’s a good boyfriend.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s the least concerned about his looks. Of course he may point out some under eye bags or a stress pimple, but that’s really all he notices. He doesn’t take time to look at himself in the mirror or do his hair. He just throws on his classes, combs his hair, and he’s good. He’s never really seen the point in spending lots of time on his appearance. He loves to make fun of Rooster every time he catches him staring at himself in a mirror.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Bob can’t survive without you. You’ve taken over every part of his life. When you’re gone he’s curled up with your pillow and sweatshirt, taking in the scent of your lotion and perfume that still remains. He’s texting you, asking how you’re doing and how your day was. He loves to see you off having adventures with loved ones, he loves looking at all of the pictures that you send back.

He’ll spend his time moping around, a pout permanently on his face. Phoenix does her best to cheer him up, but nothing works. The only thing that can remove the dark cloud from his head is your return. He engulfs you like he hasn’t seen you in months. It was only a long weekend. He refuses to let you, following you around so you aren’t away from him again. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Bob’s a dancer. If it’s a sunny Saturday with nothing to do he’ll play some music on his speakers and whisk you around the house. He would never be caught dead dancing in public, but he feels comfortable around you. He’ll attempt some Tiktok dance that he saw while scrolling one day. It’s a sight to see as he’s pretty uncoordinated in the dance department. It’s endearing nonetheless.

Late at night, unable to sleep, he’ll play a soft classic song, one from the 50’s or 60’s, and ask if you’d like the dance. The entire house is dark, save for the few candles that are burning in your bedroom. The scent of lavender and the feeling of being in Bob’s arms is enough to make you feel as if you’re dreaming. He sways you side to side, spins you around, late into the night.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He can’t be with someone that’s rude. Bob is sunshine in human form. He’s kind and generous to every single person that he meets. He could never put up with someone who is rude to others. You don’t have to be the nicest person in the world, but there’s a certain line of negativity that he refuses to let be crossed. If you’re rude to waiters, workers, or anyone in general he will quickly give a spiel before saying he just couldn’t do this anymore.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He’s a sleep talker. Occasionally you’ll hear a few random words escape the mouth of the man sleeping next to you. You’ll roll over to see if he’s awake, only meeting a Bob lost in dream land. “No, that’s not the bathroom,” he would snore out. You managed to muffle your giggles as you listened to the rest of his imaginary conversation. Randomly the talking would stop, but you would make a memo of all that was said so you could ask him the next morning. Of course he found this embarrassing, and his face would light up red as a strawberry.

#soft lil sunshine baby #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd fic #top gun maverick #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader #lewis pullman imagine

[hvenart]

Since Young Royals is over I wanted to take a look at some characters and kinda explain how I interpret them as people. (this is hella long but I’m mostly praising the show and how they handled things cus I’m an optimistic girl who loves life)

First of all you have the students of Hillerska. Hated them.

Genuinely cannot stand most of them and I gotta be honest, I was cheering for the school to close down. The toxicity and pure classism that radiates of that school is sickening but I’m afraid not unrealistic. As Willhelm said it’s in the walls of that place, it’s impossible to get it out. Everyone in Hillerska loves to pretend everything is fine. As Wilhelm said EVERYONE IS FAKE. Not just Hillerska but the monarchy and that entire system is too. While there are most likely very close friendships in the school it seems like nobody really knows or tries to understand each other. They refuse to acknowledge the fundamental problems of the school and instead party and just see the school closing as a sad thing.

Vincent is a perfect example of that. I love how they showed that queerness never was a problem for him. Vincent was fine with Nils being queer cus it doesn’t directly effect the system. Simon being a socialist who can possibly talk about the issues of the school was. I also think that he sees August purely as his role. He sees him as a party animal and having connections to the royal family. That’s the role he fulfills so he’s confused as to why he wants to be more than that because position wise he’s in a perfect situation. Him not knowing what August wants as a person and not knowing his best friend was queer just shows to me how little they know each other. How superficial their friendship is.

Nils is interesting. He’s queer and him being a person of Color all give him an interesting position in the whole system. He probably has a little more empathy and is a little less out of touch than his friends (ex. he is the first person to talk about how fucked up their initiation was) but he chooses to ignore it. I think that for him the pros outweigh the cons because at the end of the day he’s still rich and at the top of the foodchain at hillerska so it makes sense that he has no desire to change anything. Which brings me to why I LOVE felice.

Felice is by far my favourite character (Simon is a close second). She very much could turn a blind eye to everything and be like everyone else but she doesn’t want to anymore. I think being a black girl in Hillerska gave her more sympathy and understanding of the problems but I think even then she could’ve dealt with it like Nils because lets be honest racism is everywhere. But she realises if it’s already this bad for her she can’t imagine how it is for the people of the lower class. It made her see how fucked the hierarchy is and realise how deep it is engraved in the school. She realises that not even her best friends want to truly understand her struggles because it’s awkward for them (I said in another post her friends weren’t as bad as Vincent but honestly they’re just as bad). That realisation made her not wanna go to New York. She doesn’t wanna ignore her problems like everyone else but face them head on and goes to Sara. The one person who at the end wasn’t fake to her.

Im absolutely in love with Sara and Felice’s relationship. They kinda parallel Simon and Wilhelm in a way because Sara was the first truly honest person in Felice’s life just like Simon was to Willhelm although Felice and Sara are the platonic version of that (and while I loved that it portrayed the importance of friendship, my lesbian ass was really wishing they would’ve kissed like the TENSION but that’s just me). I also think that’s why the betrayal of her with August was so painful. She couldn’t care less about August, she cared about the fact that the one person she thought she always could rely on did that to her.

I also loved Sara this season. She’s a very flawed person yes but you could always tell her apologies were sincere. You could tell she had strong feelings for August but she was able to put Felice’s, Simon’s and most importantly her own feelings first. I was really scared they were gonna make her and August get back together in the end (especially with the conversation about giving people second chances in reference to her dad being also possibly about August) but they made sure to stick with her character development.

That brings me to August. He’s a really interesting character to me and I never know how to feel about him. He has done some horrible shit and at first I wanted him to suffer or do something big to try to make things right and I didn’t like how he never truly got his karma but I like how open they left his character. He obviously has some issues (eating disorder, trauma from his initiation,…) but he doesn’t ever delve deeper into them. He acknowledges the things he does and is obviously very sorry but just like the rest of the people in Hillerska and the Monarchy he ignores the causes of it. He never acknowledges his eating disorder. He’s probably aware that he has a problem (cus Simon pointed it out) but ignores it. He ignores the reasoning Sara gives for them not working out and gives her solutions that in the grand scheme will not change things. He still has huge respect for Eric despite what he did to him and the fact that it clearly left lasting traumas and just brushes it off. He longs for the Crown Prince role not even thinking about the harm that it can cause him. I said that he didn’t get karma but that’s not true. I think that the Crown Prince title is a curse and even if Wilhelm didn’t mean it that way, I think he got his final karma at the end by passing that curse down to him.

I love how they handled Wilhelm and Simon. Wilhelm had just like the rest of Hillerska and the monarchy the tendency to ignore things. Simon was the one who had to give him a wake up call and break things off. Simon forced him to face reality. He didn’t understand why Simon saw the title of Crown Prince as such a curse. Everyone ( ex. His mother) around him kept saying how much of a privilege it was that he never took a step back to question if it really was such an honour. His mothers words were so deeply engraved into him that it took him a while to finally be able to hear Simon. Simon wasn’t the reason why he didn’t want to be the Crown Prince, he just made him realise he never wanted any of this in the first place. It was never about Simon it was the fact that Wilhelm as a person was never really for the Monarchy. He loves his mother and the connection to his brother but he finally was able to let it go. He knows his brother still would’ve loved him but the perfect image of his brother the Crown Prince is gone. I don’t think he’s ever gonna forgive August but he has let it go and given him the title he so desperately wanted. His hatred towards him is not strong enough to keep the title of Crown Prince. In the relationship he was the one who needed to change. Sure Simon also went through growth and had to have a lot of understanding but it was Wilhelm who had to realise his core teachings and the way he thought of life were very flawed. He had to be his own person outside of the system that held him down so desperately. And even the mother understands that. She will always be part of the monarchy but she acknowledges that it nearly destroyed her and realises that she doesn’t want that to happen to her son and lets him go.

Hillerska, the monarchy and the classist hierarchy is not gonna change. But some people can. That’s why I think in the end there was no song about revolution. They didn’t have one. Sara, Felice, Wilhelm and Simon were the ones who truly got away from everything. They were able to get away from the schackles of the system and leave it behind. Even if Hillerska did reopen I doubt they would go back. They didn’t revolutionise anything other then themselves. There wasn’t a revolution but an evolution of themselves.

I think that’s a beautiful message. You can’t always change the bad things around you but you can change the things about yourself that were caused by the bad things around you. You can do and be better even when the world isn’t.

#young royals #young royals season three spoilers #young royals season three #young royals season 3 #yr3 #prince wilhelm #wilhelm x simon #simon eriksson #ignore the fact that in the last posts I spelled Wilhelms name wrong multiple times #yr s3 spoilers #also WTF happened to my man Alexander #he was there but didn’t say a SINGLE thing the whole season #other characters also didn’t speak anymore but I was most interested in his thoughts about all of this and Hillerska #MAYBE IT WAS ALEXANDER WHO SPILLED #idk man it’s 1 am I’m tired as hell #I love this show 10/10 #also love the actors #i need to go to sleep

[allora1233]

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"Come oooon Y/n, it'll be fun! Just a small hang out sesh. No cameras, none of that. All the guys will be there. I promise you're gonna love it!" 

You sighed softly, pinching the bridge of your nose as you listened to probably the 5th plea today from your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon. The two of you have been dating for about 5 months now, but since he was in such a popular music group, you two decided to keep your relationship a secret. You never told anyone, even the friends he was in the band with, and you were honestly okay with keeping it that way for a little while longer. However, Namjoon couldn't be more of the opposite.

Namjoon cherishes his friends almost as much as he cherishes you. He is very proud of what they've become since they first got together. They are basically his second family. It would be an absolute dream for him to see his best friends and the love of his life meet each other and get along. Not to mention that he takes great pride in you and would show you off to the entire world if he could. You know this almost as much as he does.

Truthfully, the problem for you wasn't that you wouldn't like them or a fear of getting found out. Namjoon has already told you plenty of stories about them, and the videos they post online of their daily life pretty much confirm that you'd love to hang out with them. You were more afraid of the possibility that the others wouldn't like you. You've heard all about the infamous "V Test" and you had a strong feeling you wouldn't pass that, or the other guys' judgment tests for that matter.

"Joon, please. I'm really not sure if I want the others to know I'm your significant other yet. I know how much they mean to you, and I don't want to intrude... especially if they don't approve of me. Besides, what if someone outside of them sees us? As much as I love your fans, you know how some of them can get. I don't want to put either of us, or the guys, in that kind of situation..."

Your boyfriend was quick to silence your concerns with his reassurance. "I understand baby, I really do, but no one will know. I promise I'll do everything in my power to make sure no one recognizes either of us before we get there. I know plenty of tricks to get us there safely. Furthermore, I'm not asking you to tell the guys who you are to me. We can just say we're friends. But I really just want you to meet them at least. They're really cool and they'll love you, trust me."

Namjoon gently takes your hand in his, lifting it up to press soft kisses to your knuckles. You couldn't help but melt a little at his tender touch. He looks back up at you and smiles. "At least think about it, okay? If you still don't want to when I leave tomorrow then I'll drop it." Even though you knew it would mean the world to him if you tagged along, you were still very grateful that he was also willing to wait until you were ready. You nod, returning the smile. "I will. Thank you."

And indeed you did. It kept you up a little later than you usually would stay up, outweighing the pros and cons of finally going out and introducing yourself to Namjoon's friends. After a long night, you turn over and cuddle close to the already asleep popstar, finally finding yourself drifting off to sleep content with your decision.

- - -

"I'll go."

The way Namjoon's face lights up at your words makes you feel even more sure of your decision. You'd have to meet his friends eventually, right? So just go for it. Besides, as long as you were with him, you knew everything would be okay.

Your boyfriend wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in a tight hug from behind as you finish making your breakfast. "Thank you baby. I promise you won't regret this. But if you do ever want to go home, just tell me and I'll take you back, okay?" You nod as he pecks a few chaste kisses against your cheek, which elicits a giggle out of you. After the two of you finished your breakfast and got dressed for the day, you both head out to a studio where you were meeting today. Apparently it belonged to one of his friends, Yoongi if you remember right.

You were a little nervous, and even though Namjoon texted the guys ahead of time and told them he'd bring a guest with him, you couldn't help but gently squeeze his hand anxiously. He looks down at you and offers you a gentle smile, one that helps you ground yourself before you spiral down a path of anxiety. It doesn't take much longer before the two of you are standing in the building of the studio.

After going up a level of stairs and down a hallway, you find yourself in front of a door. "Min Yoongi" was on a plaque that hung on the door. You turn to Namjoon, who looks around the hallway to make sure the coast is clear before giving you a quick, reassuring kiss. It definitely helps. After taking one deep breath, you open the door and walk in.

- - -

Out of everyone you met, the one person you definitely hit it off with was Jin. The two of you had been talking since the moment you walked in. Admittedly, it was partially due to the fact that during your viewings of the Run BTS episodes, you knew for a fact that you wanted to talk to Jin. The way he tries to keep respect because he's the oldest while also being one of the most childish people in the group was absolutely adorable and hilarious. Which, in its own way, is funny considering how much of a parental figure he really is to the rest of them, especially the three youngest. And it really seemed like he enjoyed your company too. Not like everyone else didn't, in fact, they were all really sweet and funny guys.

It has been a couple hours now since you arrived. You and Jin were practically attached at the hip, joking about anything with the others, making fun of the guys when they do something stupid, and just generally having a good time. It was such a relief that they made you feel comfortable. It didn’t feel like you had hijacked their group and added yourself in; you are a part of the group now. And Jin was especially accommodating.

After a while of hanging, you were getting a little hungry. Jin notices you staring at the empty candy bowl on the table for just a little bit too long. “You alright? Do you need anything to eat?” You look up at him and smile. “Oh, yeah. That would be nice. Thank you.” Jin smiles and gets up to grab you some snacks. In that moment by yourself, you decide to check up on your boyfriend. You didn't mean to go this long without saying something to him, but things just turned out that way. As you looked over to him, you noticed that he looked a little off. Namjoon was slightly slouched in his chair, arms folded over his chest as he listened in on Yoongi and Jimin's conversation, the corners of his pretty lips turned down into a frown.

Before you could catch his attention and ask him if he was alright, Jin came back from the kitchen with a nice assortment of snacks, sitting back down next to you. “Thanks, Jin.” You reach out to the table and grab one of the snack bars. Jin nods as he leans back on the couch. "So, how long have you and Joon known each other? We usually know most of the other guy's outside friends and we've never heard from you before."

"Yeah, well we only met a couple months ago. I guess that it just never came up. But he invited me to come out here today, and I'm very thankful that you guys have seemed to accept me into your group." Jin smiles and runs a hand through his hair, fixing the stray strands. "You're a really amazing person Y/n, of course we'd let you hang out! I'm glad he brought you. It's no wonder you and Namjoon became friends. Hopefully we can all get to know you as well as he does." You couldn't help but laugh a little under your breath, knowing no one was gonna know you as well as Namjoon does. "I'm glad you feel that way. I'm really looking forward to hanging out with you guys more, if that's okay." 

"Of course that's okay! I love having you around, and I'm sure the others do too. You make a very nice addition to our little group. Your personality really lights up the room and you're nice to talk to, not to mention you're easy on the eyes." He winks. You laugh, pushing Jin's shoulder who simply laughs along with you.

"Dork! Flattery will get you nowhere. Not that I don't appreciate it." Jin shrugs, a knowing smirk on his lips. A loud groan grabs the attention of both of you, looking up at a clearly amused Jimin. "Get a room! Some of us want to talk in peace." He jokes as he shoves Jin to you, causing him to lose his balance and land with his head on your lap. More laughter erupts from the two of you as you roll your eyes and turn your head away from the others.

It was only at that moment that you actually got to steal a glance at Namjoon again. It didn't take a genius to realize that he wasn’t happy, except, you have never seen that kind of expression on his face before. You could see him biting the inside of his cheek and the line forming between his furrowed brows. He looks... bitter? No, no it's not that. More like he’s spiteful about something. Like he's trying to bite his tongue and keep himself composed, but the way he keeps clenching and relaxing his fists clearly shows otherwise.

He sees you looking at him, obviously confused by his demeanor, and simply rolls his eyes. He stands up and calmly walks out of the room. Honestly, that hurt you a little bit. He's never acted like this before, especially not towards you. You look around at the others, but no one seems to have noticed Namjoon’s exit nor how upset he seems to be. Without thinking, you gently lift Jin's head from your lap and get up off the couch to follow Namjoon outside the room, granting you some eyebrow raise from the others, especially Jin.

You walk out into the hallway, looking around before noticing your boyfriend leaning against the wall around the corner, back facing towards you. Cautiously, you walk up to him, keeping your voice quiet so as to not startle him. "Joon..? Hey, what's wrong? Why'd you leave-" Before you could finish your sentence, Namjoon turns around and quickly pulls you into a deep kiss. You squeak, not quite expecting the sudden affection. Before you could do anything in response, he pulled away, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

"Sorry, I just really needed that right now." You wrap your arms around him, gently playing with his hair. "Hey, it's okay honey. I’m just worried about you... Can you tell me what you're so upset about?" Your boyfriend looks up at you dumbfounded. "You really don't know...? You didn't see it?" You shake your head, brows furrowed in confusion. Namjoon shakes his head and lets out a breathy laugh, almost like he was relieved. "Jin's been flirting with you all day." It takes you a second to process what he said before you feel your face heat up in realization.

"What..? No, no he was just being nice. I just thought he was like that with everyone... Are you sure?" Namjoon laughs again before gently kissing your forehead. "Yes baby, I'm positive. Everyone saw it." You bury your face in your boyfriend's chest, hiding your shame. The fact that all of it went over your head made you feel like an idiot. "Oh my God, I'm so fucking stupid..."

"No, no you're not. And actually, I'm glad you didn't notice. It makes me feel a bit better." Now it was your turn to look up at him bewildered. "Why would that make you feel better?" 

"Uh... I may or may not have gotten a little jealous of you two." As soon as he says that, all the little dots slowly start connecting in your mind. "Really?" Namjoon sighs softly and rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, and I really started to get frustrated at everything and myself. I didn't know I could feel that way, but I guess I'm just a protective person. Especially when it comes to you, baby. I'll do absolutely anything for you and to make you happy and keep you close to me." You couldn't help but smile at that last part. "And I was also mad at myself because I knew it wasn't yours or Jin's fault. It's not like we told anyone about us so I can't blame him for hitting on you, I'd do the same if we weren't already together. And I know you’d never do something like that to me. I just didn't like feeling angry at one of my best friends... I'm sorry. I was the one who said everything would be okay and now I'm messing things up."

You smile, gently wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for another soft kiss to let him know that everything was okay now. "So, that's why you were upset when you left, hmm?" Namjoon looks up at you and nods. "And is that why you kissed me like that when I followed you out here?" You tease, finding the whole situation quite amusing. He nods again, this time a little more sheepishly.

You coo at your boyfriend's embarrassment, leaning up and kissing his cheek. "You’re too cute. If you wanted a moment all to ourselves, you could have just asked honey.~" You wink, very satisfied with the flustered reaction you got. It wasn't hard to see the rose color that bloomed up on his cheeks, and his sudden speechlessness always made you giggle. You gently grab his hand and squeeze it, bringing him back down to Earth. "Come on, let's go back. We can't keep everyone waiting forever."

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[jacks347]

Time to dip my toes fully into Redacted Tumblr and throw my hat in the ring on the discussion of do I think Darlin would take the offer to become a vampire.

Short answer: No. For several reasons. The cons outweigh the pros.

Long answer: Hell no. Do I think they would consider it? Yes. Heavily. But the hardest sticking point is eternity. Living forever, losing the Shaw name to trade it for the Solaires (or whoever they join cause with the way that story is going, there might not be a Solaires to join in a bit-), and watching the world die around them.

Darlin's relationship with family is...complicated. And that's putting it lightly. They've lost their birth family when they moved back to Washington, leaving Darlin alone in this place that they didn't really fit in. They're still kind of on the outs with the pack, though it's getting better and is currently the closest thing they have to a family. And I don't think I need to tell you about the merry band of misfits that was Quinn's situation. Darlin doesn't claim family easily or lightly, so those they have chosen are basically blood to them. So becoming a vampire means giving that family up. They would be forced to sever that connection, one they worked so hard to build and have finally settled in to. Not only because they lose the name but because they would eventually lose all of them to the cold march of time. It falls on the logic of all immortal vampires, isolate yourself and you never have to worry about heartbreak from losing those you love. And we all know how good Darlin is at isolation.

Then there's the grappling of the fact they would lose their status as a shifter. And I think that's the biggest issue to work with. Darlin prides themself of their wolf and what their brute strength can do. Darlin only does half the things they do because they believe with their wolf that they're strong enough to do it. When all else failed, that strength was the only thing they could rely on. Darlin's wolf isn't just a power to them, it's a part of their soul. It's something that forms their entire life, from their job to their family and is the very core of their personality. It's steady, constant, a foundation they could always count on. And to turn means to give that up, to let go of the strength that saved them from utter destruction. And I don't know if they could do it. I don't know if they could ever learn to rely on the strength of a vampire like how they relied on their strength as a wolf. I don't know if they'd want to.

And finally, there's Quinn. Because trauma doesn't disappear when the cause dies. There's a line in my head that keeps repeating whenever I think about this argument and it's "I can't turn into him". Darlin knows Quinn. Knows what he was like, what he did, and how he did it. And if you really squint at it, you can see some of those same traits in Darlin. We've heard about what happens when a person first gets turned, the bloodlust they go through. I believe Darlin fears it, fears that if they turn and go through that bloodlust that they'd turn into Quinn. A bloodthirsty, psychotic monster. Someone who kills with reckless abandon. And even if it wasn't their fault, even if was caused by something they couldn't control, Darlin would never forgive themself. They could never let themself turn into the very thing that nearly destroyed them. And that kind of frigid, deep-seated fear is the nail in the coffin to keep them from doing it.

So no, I don't think Darlin would do it because they don't want to lose their family that they worked so hard to build, they don't want to give up the wolf that saved their life, and they fear the possibility of becoming the monster that tried to destroy them.

But that's just my opinion.

#asmr roleplay #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted sam #redacted darlin #but thats just me #but thats just a theory #a game theory #im gonna shut up now

[nerves-nebula]

How do I express sympathy without being a total dickhead when it comes to situations where I was proven to be right about something that negatively affects someone else.

My best friend is dating a guy I don’t like and who I’ve spoken at length with her about and when he makes her upset I want to comfort her or at least broach the subject with her- but all my stupid mean brain can come up with is a kind of drawling monotone “did he make you cry again?”

And that’s!!!! Bad!!! That’s unhelpful and fueled by spite and not what I want at all!! That’s mean! But there’s nothing else in my skull cuz it IS annoying! It’s annoying to hear her be upset by this guy but be too emotionally invested to end it cuz she doesn’t think the cons outweigh the pros but like she’s crying like every other night!!

And I was not raised in a household that taught me how to comfort ppl. To me if someone is crying the polite thing to do is to ignore them so that they don’t feel judged or something. And for my part I have never been in a situation where I was successfully comforted by someone else and HATE it when people won’t leave me alone so I have no reference point for this.

And that’s not even getting into the fact that she and I probably want wayyy different things when being comforted so ???????? Ghhhhhhhhhhhggffhfhhh. Brain dumb I’m annoyed gnight.

#nnstuff #vent

[hypergamiss]

what’re your thoughts on causal dating? Like dating around for the experience and fun? I’m not interested in anything serious rn bc I’m still young, and I don’t want to sleep around w multiple ppl, but if I like someone and they like me I’m willing to be casual. But my sister says it’s a waste and that I should only date seriously. I’m still going to work on personal development stuff, but I don’t want to be lonely in the process.

Ok, let's unpack this sisterly advice situation. Your sis is Team No Casual Dating, while you're wondering if it might be a worthwhile detour on your self-improvement journey. Let's face it, she does have a point. And as your fellow sister, I'm betting she's looking out for you, not trying to condemn you to a lonely future. She's probably trying to save you from some heartache she's already experienced.

The thing is, a lot of us feel pressured to date just because everyone else seems to be on that carousel. But trust me, there are definitely folks who should steer clear of the dating scene entirely until someone truly worthy comes along. Finding a person you click with is way more fulfilling than dating just for the sake of having a plus one.

And let's talk about that emotional rollercoaster. Energy is a powerful force, and expending it on the wrong person can absolutely derail your self-development goals. Casual dating sounds liberating in theory – fun, flirty, no strings attached. But emotions are sneaky little ninjas! One minute you're enjoying a carefree date, the next you're picking out china patterns in your head and desperately wanting that "define the relationship" conversation.

Men can emotionally compartmentalize better in casual situations. Now, not all guys, but enough to make it a risky game for women who tend to invest emotionally. Cue the vulnerability and the whole "what does this even mean?" spiral.

So, can you avoid ending up with a wounded heart? Sure, if you're an emotional detachment black belt. But let's be real, most of us aren't. There's nothing wrong with giving casual dating a shot (dating, not sleeping with men), but I agree, that the cons tend to highly outweigh the pros.

[splynter]

Thoughts about current weird rw situation, featuring my sick and tired brain at 2am

Rain World is going to have a complicated and confused fandom by design. Karma isn’t explained. Ancients aren’t explained. Iterator aren’t fully explained. We don’t even know how long a cycle is canonically. Everyone has different headcanons, and that doesn’t make anyone incorrect

Headcanons are headcanons. They’re only about another person unless you make it about you.

People are joining this fandom after downpour because the new content boosted the game again. I fucking joined after downpour. I always join fandoms late. That doesn’t mean it’s less valuable. That doesn’t mean I’m less of a fan. I’m just a newly introduced fan who ate up all the lore really fast

Designs of canon characters are going to be similar in this fandom. There’s only so much you can do with so few subjects. Interpretations aren’t wrong. You can disagree, but that doesn’t make the thing you disagree with bad

Saying that this fandom getting popular is a bad thing just doesn’t leave a good taste in people’s mouths. New people means new weird shit, yes. But it also means we get new creativity. New OCs. New headcanons and insights and interpretations. The pros outweigh the cons by A Lot

But don’t start going after blogs because of it. Especially ones with pretty clearly original designs. It’s not cool. By doing that, you’re the one making the fandom less enjoyable. You’re the one making it more like other “popular” fandoms

Live and let live. Rain World is about the complexities of life and living. This fandom just reflects that with its diversity. I think that’s what makes it charming

#splynter rambles #rain world #drama #kinda? #just thoughts that have been building up #this situation just let me touch on them more #it probably makes no sense I’m sick

[dickmedowndc]

Bad Days - Bart Allen x Reader

Word Count: 1,637

Summary: If the universe could just give you a break that would be great – reasonable, even, after everything that had been going on in your life. As it currently stood, that was a far-off dream. Everything had accumulated to this one moment. Stood before you was some new villain of the week, unrecognizable, whom you had been lucky enough to stumble upon during his escape. You didn’t care to know who it was – just intent on getting out of the situation before ending up a hostage. 

Notes: I need this to sort of vent. Unlike the reader in here though, at least my phone was found. Did I run across to grab it out of the road? Sure. Should I have? Mm, maybe not. 

…★…

Of course. 

Of course, this is how your life was going for the moment. It had been an interesting enough few days to say the least. Your car had determined that it was no longer going to work for you – instead deciding to idle while your foot was on the gas before shuddering and forcing you to pull off on the side of the road. You were thankful enough the breaks were still up to doing their job. It had been one attempted fix after the other and your finances were beginning to look bleaker than normal if the current trend continued. At least without another paycheck due soon and rent due even quicker. Then in the glorious process of setting your phone on the hood while you checked over the tires, you had failed to remember the device only to realize later, after the tow-truck had dropped you off, that it was likely slung onto the road or somewhere in the abyss beside it. Never for your eyes to see again. 

After days of little else going your way, you were done. With only $5 left in your account, you couldn’t miss another shift at work. No matter how badly you wanted to call out. So that left one thing to do – pull on your uniform and walk the entire way there. Something you were less than keen to do in the humidity and sun, but your options remained far too limited. 

It was slow going, admittedly, running across roads and weaving through people. Desperate for a little reprieve from the sweltering heat beating down on you, the choice to cut through the back alleys was easy enough. You knew this area like the back of your hand, and you knew you had plenty of time, if the old phone your roommate had let you use was anything to be trusted. 

But maybe you should have paid more attention to your surroundings. Walking on autopilot, you paid no mind to the commotion ahead, writing it off as normal Central City excitement. An unfortunate misstep, you realize, when you feel yourself collide with a solid body. 

The shock has you reeling for a moment, blinking up in surprise – making dead eye contact with a man dressed in a gaudy outfit who seems just as caught off-guard as you do. 

It’s a moment longer: one, two, three. And then ‘click,’ you realize exactly what is about to happen. Standing before you is some new super villain. Not a Central City regular, at least not yet if so, because you don’t recognize the device at his side or his outfit. Much less him. And you feel the dread settle in your stomach as you watch the light behind his eyes come on; you, in all of your underpaid, sweaty, too-done-with-the-universe-right-now self has just volunteered as a hostage. In reality, you had the moment you took the backways. 

You have to wonder in that moment if the pros outweigh the cons: Pros, the Flash family seem cool enough that one might even run you to work afterwards – and oh, now that you think about it, that is approximately one single pro; the cons, however, you’re not in any mood to be dealing with someone who just crawled out of “Food Weekly for Villains,” you’re not in any condition to be meeting a hero, and you don’t want to show up to work roughed up more than your commute is leaving you. 

You try to make a break for it, gaze set past him before moving to enter into a dead-sprint. But the cogs in his brain seem to finally be turning, which you guess explains the smell of smoke, and he catches you – just barely. But it is enough to throw you off balance and pull you back flush against himself, one arm wrapped tight around your neck. 

You don’t know who he is, you don’t know what he’s capable of. Plenty of dangerous villains look like they got their outfits at a knock-off Halloween store, but they still prove to be deadly foes. It isn’t worth it to risk angering him, as giddy as he seems now, you worry that his mood could change in an instant if you try to escape. Choosing then the better option, especially with limited airflow, to keep your mouth zipped and listen to the monologue he had begun. 

“I left a note for those speedy rats – and now when they show up, I’ll have even more leverage because of you. Who knew Central City would be so easy! A step up from Gotham!” He hollered, causing you to flinch as he waved his weapon in the air, tightening his grip. 

Of course, he had come from Gotham. Of course. 

You had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes, just in case your captor decided to look at you when you did so. That seemed like something that the world would set up right now. 

But too busy thinking of how to tune out the shrill joy of the man holding you hostage, and trying to leverage how much damage you would cause yourself trying to bust his shin, you notice a moment later than he does when a gust of wind hits and the hand that held his weapon is suddenly empty. It’s when he stops to stare at his weaponless hand that you finally notice something is wrong, before realizing someone new is standing in front of you. 

“Looking for this, Condiment King?” 

Your mind blanks for a moment. Condiment King? You had heard of him. Most people had. Some C-list hack of a villain out in Gotham. 

You got taken hostage by fucking Condiment King? 

As though the last few days and the fact you were going to be late for work from stepping straight into a criminal plan hadn’t proven to be embarrassing enough, now you were finding out you were being held hostage by one of the worst villains to exist. In front of the most attractive speedster, you realize when you get a better look at the hero before you – Impulse. 

Maybe this was a sign that you should move, you reason silently in your head. 

The illusion was broken when Condiment King finally seemed to realize what was happening. “It doesn’t matter, I still have a hostage.” He seemed sure of himself, as smug and almost as giddy as he had been the moment that he had grabbed you. 

He tightened his hold around your neck for a moment while he spoke; you grabbed at his arm, trying to pry it away from yourself enough to keep breathing. You had to give him credit though, he was stronger than he looked, and you weren’t in the best position already. A second later you could breathe, thinking he had loosened his hold on you until you realized that your surroundings had changed. Though your back was still flush against someone’s chest, you were no longer staring at Impulse, but at Condiment King, with an arm protectively swung around your shoulders. 

You didn’t need to see the speedster to hear the amused and taunting tone in his voice when he next spoke. “What hostage?” 

“That isn’t fair, you-” 

Condiment King’s words were cut off in the next moment, and between blinks he was gone. A gust of wind and a trail of electricity left in his wake before Impulse stood before you once more, a satisfied grin on his face. “Are you okay?” 

“Uh,” you paused, trying to wrap your head around what all had just happened. “Aside from being late to work, yeah.” As you spoke you began to pat down your pockets, ensuring the few items that had been on you still were – thankful to find that was the case. 

“Need a lift?” 

“If you’re not too busy then please,” you practically begged, shoulders slumping in defeat. 

“Where to?” 

You told him where your job was and began to regret your decision when you saw the sly smile on his lips. “Hold on.” 

“Hold o-” You never got to finish your sentence, instead ending it with a squeak when he lifted you up, instinctively throwing your arms around his neck. “I don’t know what I was expecting, honestly.” You admitted in surprise. Not that you minded. 

It wasn’t that it took long for him to get you to work, but it almost felt like it should have taken even less time, not that you had really paid attention when you shut your eyes the moment he started moving. 

The other thing you probably should have considered was that he was going to drop you off directly in front of your job. Where all of your coworkers and the patrons could see you. 

As you were being held. By Impulse. Who was waiting for you to stop tensing so he could let you down safely. You did so, mostly avoiding looking too awkward before thanking him. 

“Not an issue,” he assured. “Sorry I couldn’t get you here faster, but I don’t think your manager will be too mad.” 

“Maybe I should just start getting kidnapped more often then if it gets me a free ride from you.” 

He seemed surprised by your comment before his same amused grin returned even brighter this time. “There’s easier ways to get my attention,” he promised before winking and taking off. 

His words left you frozen for a moment before they finally set in. “Oh,” you said, though it was to nobody but the air. Taking a deep breath, you readied yourself for the assured onslaught of questions to be faced once you went inside – trying to decide if you should admit just who had taken you hostage to begin with. Though, you mused, maybe it was worth it today after all. 

#dc x reader #nicole writes #bart allen x reader #impulse x reader

[collectorsedtn]

The (insane, crazy, stupid) Deal - P.2

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Summary: Steve and Y/N get to know each other better to make their story more believable. ST Timeline: After Season 2, before Season 3 (but may play around with the timeline just to have Robin and their Scoops Ahoy job in here) word count: 5k a/n: btw I’m making the reader Dustin’s half sister bc I’m a poc and get annoyed when the reader is just white so mwah in my head she’s a woc bc I said so <3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 coming soon

It was a good idea. It was necessary. It’ll probably only last a week. Everything will be fine. It’s a good idea. It’ll work.

You had managed to block out any thoughts of Steve or Danny over the remainder of the weekend, deciding to not stress about the very impulsive choices you had made whilst slightly intoxicated, however, the second you had set foot into the halls of Hawkins high, all the panic that you had blocked away had risen to the surface, plaguing your thoughts and overriding your brain. You were second guessing yourself and the idiotic deal you had made with Steve Harrington, worried that it would add unnecessary complications to your already complicated life. You weren’t a great actress, and you were now starting to worry about the questions that your friends and family were likely going to ask when news spread around that you and Steve were being seen together essentially out of nowhere. 

“Spill.”

You jump up at the sudden, unexpected presence at your side, Robin pulling away from your ear with a wicked grin as she leans her shoulder on the locker next to you, folding her arms in front of her. “Jesus Christ, you scared me!” You breathe out, your hand clutching your chest and heart beating a mile a minute. 

“Spill the details. Now.” Robin repeats, unrelenting in her gaze and ignoring your very shocked reaction.

You furrow your eyebrows at her, truly not understanding what she means, feeling your heart rate finally start to slow down. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You say honestly, turning to face your locker again to start grabbing books out. 

“I’m talking about how you made out with Steve Harrington at Paul’s party last Saturday and I’m somehow the last person to hear about it.”

You’re speechless when she says this, momentarily slowing down and stopping your movement as you try and think about how best to approach this subject with your best friend and whether or not you should tell her the truth. You honestly weren’t expecting news to travel this fast and thought you’d at least have until third period to think about what your answer would be to her inevitable questions. You knew she would want to know every little detail, especially since she had recently gotten to know Steve better after working a few shifts with him at their new job at Scoops Ahoy, the two of them slowly forming a friendship of their own. “Oh, that.” You finally mutter, slowly starting to retrieve your books from your locker again and avoiding making eye contact with her.

“Yeah, that.” Robin repeats, moving her head so that she’s in your direct line of vision and looking at you pointedly.

You give her a sheepish smile, blush forming up your neck when you think about the embarrassment of it all, not just from the kiss but from the interaction you had had with Danny and Mandy as well. “It wasn’t even a make out. It was just a kiss.” You shrug casually, hugging your books to your chest “A small kiss. It was barely anything.”

“Oh sure, ‘just a kiss’” Robin said with air quotes, rolling her eyes and turning her body so that her back is fully leaning against the lockers. “I’ve been your best friend for four years, Y/N, I know you don’t just go around kissing people willy nilly. Plus, what the hell happened with your crush on Danny?” She asks.

You weigh the pros and cons on whether or not you should tell Robin the truth, trying to decide if having an outside perspective outweighs the embarrassment of telling somebody the reality of your situation with Steve. You decide that you’d rather just tell her and deal with the teasing rather than have to navigate this unique situation by yourself. “Well, since you brought it up, what actually happened w-”

“Guess who.” You’re interrupted and slightly shocked as a pair of hands circle around you from behind and cover your eyes, your back pressed against someone’s chest. You immediately know it’s Steve just from the smell of his aftershave, a smell you’d recognise anywhere as you’d smelled it around your house so often whenever he was over to hang out with Dustin.

“Um. Hi.” You greet stiffly, body rigid in response as you stop all movement once again, not quite sure how to respond just yet. You know that you were the one that suggested this whole thing, yet you somehow weren’t expecting Steve to fulfil on his word so quickly and so publicly right off the bat.

Steve slowly removes his hands from your eyes and leans his face down, bringing it closer to yours so that he can whisper without anyone hearing. “Okay you gotta try and act better than that.” You crane your neck back so you can look at him directly, rolling your eyes fondly in response.

“Hi Steve,” Robin interrupts, causing the both of you to pull away from each other to look over at Robin whose attention was focused on Steve, fake smile plastered on her face. “Whatcha doin?” She asks, pointing between the two of you. 

Steve nods his head in greeting before casually slinging his arm over your shoulder, looking down at you with an easy grin. “Just hangin’ out.” Steve answers, and he says it with such casual conviction, like this whole situation was completely normal and not at all happening for the first time. Steve’s good at this, or at least a lot better than you since your body is still stiff against him again, only relaxing once you remind yourself that people are watching and that you want this to look authentic. You need this to look authentic.

You watch as Robin's eyes widen at the two of you, this unseen level of familiarity completely confounding her. “Uh huh. Right. And since when do you guys just ‘hang out’ ?” She asks, once again using air quotations and obviously very suspicious of your strange behaviour. 

You open your mouth to answer her but Steve beats you to it. “Well I’m always coming over to her house to see Dustin, and she’s obviously always there. Eventually I started coming over just to see her.” Steve tells the lie so casually and with such a sincere expression that you’d almost believe him if you didn’t know the truth - that the extent to yours and Steve’s so called “hang outs” were sharing polite pleasantries whenever you bump into each other on your way to the bathroom or kitchen.

“Yeah, we hang out all the time.” You confirm with a nod, deciding to follow Steve’s lead and halt on telling Robin, especially since you spot Danny and a few female onlookers watching you and Steve closely as well. You understand their interest, as Steve is a so called “hot commodity” at Hawkins and any sort of female attention that he entertains is usually watched and surveilled by the masses. You take a note from Steve’s book and decide to amp up the PDA, reaching your hand up and intertwining your fingers with his, earning another look of complete and total utter confusion from Robin whose eyes just about fall out of her head like a cartoon character. 

“In fact, we had a great time hanging out on Satu–”

“Okay, that’s enough. I don’t even want to hear it.” Robin interrupts, turning around so she doesn’t have to look at the two of you.

“He’s just teasing, Robin. Like I said, we just kissed.” You clarify through a laugh, causing Robin to reluctantly turn back around, frown etched onto her face. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing at Robin's bewildered, yet annoyed expression, obviously completely dumbfounded as to what was going on between her two friends. “Anyway, we gotta get to class.” You tell Steve, squeezing his hand before sliding his arm off your shoulder. “But I’ll see you later, right?” You ask, looking up at him with a small smile, still loosely holding onto his hand. 

“Yeah, I’ll see you in a bit.” Steve says with a lopsided grin, giving your hand one last parting squeeze before letting go. “Robin,” He salutes her, walking away backwards before turning around and heading down the hallway. You watch after him, at the way his messy hair falls in his face and seems to bounce around as he walks, almost like he’s in one of those dramatic shampoo commercials. He looks good, it’s a universally known fact that he always looks good and is the only reason you allow yourself to think it, since it would be a blatant lie to say otherwise. 

“But I’ll see you later, right?” Robin mocks in a high pitched voice, breaking you away from your momentary trance. “God, who even are you? I missed one party and suddenly the whole world shifted.” She grumbles out, causing you to snort in amusement in reply.

“It’s honestly not that big of a deal. We’ve just been hanging out a bit recently.” You say, shrugging your shoulders in what you hope looks like nonchalance before shutting your locker door closed. “It’s very casual.”

“You don’t do casual, though. You’re always either in a relationship or you’re not. And you and Steve are acting real touchy in public to just be casual.” Robin points out.

“Well, maybe that’s exactly why I wanted something casual. All my past relationships have been too intense too quickly.” You counter, making your way down the hall to get to your first class of the day.

“I mean, sure. But I still don’t understand the Steve Harrington-ness of it all.”

You furrow your eyebrows at this, confused. “What don’t you understand?”

“Well, for starters, last I heard you had a massive crush on Danny McCormick and were gearing up to ask him out. What the hell happened to that?” Robin reminds you, bumping her shoulder with yours. 

You let out a humourless laugh, remembering that your crush on Danny is what got you into this whole mess with Steve in the first place. “Apparently he’s dating Mandy Carlson.” You explain, lowering your voice to a whisper, scared that Mandy or Danny will overhear you talk about them, especially since you knew Danny was close by and walking in the same direction as you as you shared your first period class together. 

“Shut up! Since when?” Robin exclaims, stopping outside your classroom, no doubt likely going to be late to hers but wanting to hear the gossip first. 

“No idea, but I found out at the party.”

At this Robin sends you a knowing look, a small smile forming. “Ahh, now this is starting to make sense.” She says, nodding her head. You stare at her blankly, waiting for her to elaborate. “Steve’s your rebound guy.” She clarifies simply, stating it like it’s obvious to everyone.

“He’s my what?”

She rolls her eyes at you, obviously thinking that you’re trying to act coy. “You made out with Steve because you were probably all sad about Danny. Don't worry, I get it now.” She explains, shrugging her shoulders before starting to slowly back away, knowing the bell is going to ring any second now.

“That’s not what’s going on here.” You argue after her, raising your voice slightly and earning a few curious looks from people passing by. Before you can get another word in, she’s already too far away and about to round the corner, forcing you to heave out a sigh before entering your classroom just as the first bell rings. 

You take a seat just as Danny walks in, sending him a small smile in greeting as he drops into the seat next to yours, your teacher still nowhere in sight. His blond hair is a little more dishevelled than usual as he runs his fingers through it, sending you a smile back in return. The two of you had always been friendly with each other, constantly sharing classes together and exchanging notes and answers whenever either of you needed help, but now the energy between the two of you felt a little awkward. Usually you could easily converse with Danny as the two of you shared a lot of similar interests, however something just felt off after your awkward run in with him on Saturday. You were sure that he knew that you really were asking him out, that you had lied about Steve to save your own ass after realising he was dating someone else already. 

“So… you and Harrington, huh?” Danny finally says, breaking the silence as he gathers his belongings from his bag to get onto the desk.

“Oh that’s – we’re just – it’s very casual.” You stutter out.

Danny sends you a look, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Didn’t look casual to me out there.” He says, nodding his head in the direction of the hallway. “Seemed pretty cosy from what I saw.”

You don’t remember your throat feeling dry before, but now it suddenly felt like the Sahara desert. “I mean, we’ve hung out a few times and been on a few dates.” You say, tucking your hair behind your ear, a nervous tick that you’d always had. “And you saw us on Saturday.” You add. 

“Yeah I remember. You asked me and Mandy if we wanted to double date and then just launched yourself at him.” He’s joking when he says this, you can tell, but that still doesn’t stop you from internally wincing when you remember just how not smooth that whole situation was, and how even Danny noticed that it was a little random. 

“Yeah sorry about that, I guess I was more drunk than I thought.” You’re lying. You had been tipsy at most, but you were willing to say anything to convince Danny of the lie you had fabricated. “And about that double date… I know I suggested it but can I also rescind my invitation? Steve’s not really a double date type of guy.” Danny’s reaction to this kind of annoys you - he rolls his eyes with this smile that insinuates that he didn’t think it was gonna happen in the first place, like he expected you to cancel. It makes you want to defend you and Steve and your whole fake relationship, as ridiculous as that sounds. “He’s just not really comfortable in group settings is all.” 

“King Steve got all shy now?” Again, you know he’s only joking around, but you’re starting to feel really defensive now. 

“He’s actually a lot different than this whole ‘King Steve’ persona that people seem to think he has. He’s different from what you’d expect. Better.” You’re only half bulshitting when you say this since you weren’t actually that close to Steve, but you know it’s true just from watching his interactions with Dustin. You had honestly been extremely weary upon finding out that your younger brother had a new mentor in Steve, especially after hearing about his reputation in highschool, but after seeing how sincere Steve was in his protectiveness over your brother first hand, all of your concerns were gone. You knew that Steve was a good guy and you felt weirdly responsible over making sure that other people knew it too.

Danny at least has the decency to look a little embarrassed now that he sees how defensive you’re being, thankfully unable to get another word in when your teacher finally walks into the room, halting all conversation.

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You spot Steve sitting at your usual table in the cafeteria, completely alone and probably waiting for you. He’s got his legs on either side of the bench with an apple in one hand and a piece of paper in the other, munching on his apple and completely oblivious to his surroundings as you make your way closer, too concentrated on whatever was on his paper to notice you until you plop yourself down in front of him, straddling the bench similarly to him with your knees touching his. He finally looks up once you’re directly in front of him, letting out a small “Hey!” in objection to you grabbing the paper out of his hand and setting it aside on the table.

“I don’t think it’s working. Yet.”

This grabs his attention, his expression clouding over to concern in a flash. “What happened?”

“Danny didn’t seem convinced.” You reach over to Steve’s food tray, grabbing at the open packet of chips and popping a few in your mouth, Steve completely unphased and just staring at you, waiting for you to elaborate. “He was kinda making jokes about how I just randomly jumped on you.” You say this through a mouthful of chips, words garbled and barely coherent but Steve somehow still manages to understand. 

“But you did do that.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, I know. I remember. I was there.” Steve raises his arms in defence. “It’s not just that though. I just got this vibe that he could sense the bullshit. It was honestly kind of annoying me, like, why are we not believable to him? Plus, he was kinda snarky about the whole double date thing.”

Now Steve’s the one rolling his eyes, although his is more directed at Danny than at you. “Even if we were in an actual relationship, I still wouldn’t want to go on a double date with Danny freaking McCormick. Who does this guy think he is?”

“I know! Like, forget about Nancy, I almost want to keep this thing going just to prove him wrong.” You exclaim, to which Steve just stares at you, slightly unamused. “But also let’s not forget about Nancy because this deal is very much mutually beneficial.” You correct, Steve smiling sarcastically in mock gratitude.

“I think part of the reason he doesn’t believe you is that we haven’t fleshed any of this out. I mean, our whole story is that we’re ‘casual’, whatever that means. We haven’t said anything to make this seem actually believable. Plus, your stiff performance this morning wasn’t exactly ringing any Oscar bells either.” 

“I was just surprised, okay? I’ve never been a very PDA heavy type of person. You caught me off guard.” You’re a little defensive, but also not lying. You do kind of hate PDA, especially when it’s in early relationships, which is exactly yours and Steve’s relationship, or fake relationship, or whatever was going on between you and Steve, real or fake. 

“All I’m saying is if you’re gonna ask me to fake date you, don’t be surprised when I actually do it.”

“Yeah whatever okay? I’ll be more prepared next time.” You grumble out, stealing a few more chips and causing Steve to simply sigh and shove them closer to you, essentially letting you have all of them.

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“Please don’t tell me you’re a ketchup spreader.” You interrupt Steve, his hand holding the ketchup bottle and hovering above the plate of fries that sat between the two of you. He had driven the two of you to a local diner after school to discuss the intricacies of your deal as you both agreed that you needed to get to know each other better in order to make this fake relationship look more real. This also doubled as a great fake date since it was a fairly popular spot for people to go after school, although you had yet to see someone you knew. Dustin and all his friends thankfully had an AV club meeting, ruling out the possibility of them seeing you and Steve in public.

“Of course not. I’m not an animal.” Steve looks disgusted at your accusation, squirting ketchup onto the corner of the plate like a civilised person. 

“Good.” You grab a fry and dip it in ketchup before pointing it at him, “that’s one more fact that I know about you that I can add to my list.”

“There’s a list?”

“Don’t worry, it’s a short one.” You eat the fry before pushing the plate closer to him. “I currently have that you’re a notorious flirt, that you got your heart broken by Nancy Wheeler, and that you like hanging out with my brother for some reason. Oh! And that you’re a civilised french fry eater.”

Steve snorts at this, obviously amused at your so called ‘list’. “You know, it is kinda weird that we don’t know each other that well. I mean, I know everything there is to know about Dustin and yet–”

“We barely know each other at all.” You finish. 

Steve nods his head. “Well, better late than never, I guess.” He shrugs, eating a few fries himself.

“Exactly. So let’s get started.” You rest your arms on the table, threading your hands together and staring at him directly. 

Steve mimics your pose, even squinting his eyes dramatically. “Shoot.”

“Favourite colour.”

Steve’s bottom lip quivers to a smile before he quickly corrects it back to a look of neutrality. “Does that even matter?”

“I feel like it matters.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “I don't know. I guess I like yellow.”

You’re silent for a moment as you process this, slowly nodding your head in agreement. “That is both very surprising and not surprising at all.”

“What’s your favourite colour?” Steve counters, quickly moving on. 

“I thought you just said it doesn’t matter?”

“No, I questioned whether it matters, then you said it did. So answer the question.”

“Green. What happened between you and Tommy H?” You get the question out so quickly, opting to just rip the bandaid and get to the juicy stuff straight away.

“What?” Steve chokes out, thankfully smiling and noticeably not annoyed at your questioning, if anything you’d say he looks amused. “You were just asking about my favourite colour and now you want to hear about my friendship drama?”

You shrug your shoulders. “What can I say? I was warming you up.”

Steve shakes his head good naturedly, grabbing more fries to buy himself some time before answering your question. “I outgrew Tommy H.” He says simply. You stay silent, waiting for him to continue, which he does. “I guess I was just sick and tired of acting like an asshole. I think I finally realised that my entire highschool experience consisted of me acting like some phoney just so I could sit with the popular kids at lunch. And the worst part is that after all of it, y’know, after bettering myself and all of that, I figured out that I didn’t have a single real friend all throughout highschool. Not one… well, except for Nancy, but then we broke up so…” Steve trails off with a sad smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, stabbing his fries into the ketchup, playing around with his food to avoid eye contact. 

There’s a bit of an awkward silence as you take in the sincerity of his words, not sure how to handle the situation as you had never really seen Steve in this light, all serious and heart achingly honest. “And now you hang out with fourteen year olds.” You say it teasingly, deciding that humour is the best course of action. You thankfully know Steve hasn’t taken it the wrong way when he lets out a surprised bark of laughter in response, one that’s a little too loud to just be heard by the two of you and actually makes a few heads turn in the diner. 

“And now I hang out with fourteen year olds.” Steve confirms, and it’s meant to sound like he’s saying it in this jokey, self pitying way, but you see the way he smiles when he says it, like his smile is saying yeah my friends are considerably less cooler now but I’m happier for it. Or at least that’s how you read it, and you think you can actually read him pretty well. 

A swell of random affection takes over you and you grab his hand in yours, not just because you were in public and wanted people to see, but because you could tell that Steve needed this, needed this level of sincerity and kindness, that he needed a friend. “If it’s any consolation, I think it was the right choice.” You can feel yourself blushing a little, not used to being this serious with someone who you were just getting to know. “You are considerably less dickish now than when you were friends with Tommy and Carol. Trust me, I would not have let the Steve from a year ago hang out with my little brother.”

You know you’ve said the right thing when you see how he perks up, like what you just said had revitalised his momentary slump of honesty. “Yeah? What would you have done to stop me?” Steve asks, lifting his eyebrow. You let out an amused snort at his obvious flirting, noting that he’s definitely done feeling sorry for himself now. You pull your hand back from his and flip him the bird, to which he just cackles at. His laughter is so infectious that it’s kind of impossible to hide the smile on your own face, and that whilst you pretend to be annoyed, it’s so obvious to anyone with functioning eyes that you enjoy this whole back and forth with him.

The next hour is spent talking about both nothing and everything, learning both necessary and unnecessary facts about each other and discussing the deal. Steve insists that PDA can be done tastefully but you’re hard to convince, eventually compromising by agreeing that all forms of physical touch are allowed if he’s comfortable doing those things in front of his mother. It’s a weird clause but seems to cover all necessary bases. You both also agree that this deal stays between the two of you, that telling Robin would be a bad move since she was a notorious blabbermouth, and that the only person that should know is Dustin, but that that was only a worst case scenario situation if he were to find out about the two of you from an outside source. You also flesh out the details of your backstory, leaning into the truth in order to make the lie more believable. You’d tell people that you grew closer because of Dustin, that you were friends before and only really became a “thing” at the party, that you weren’t “official” but you liked each other. 

You also learn a lot about each other, that Steve’s childhood dream was to be an olympic swimmer, and that he took guitar lessons up until he was 14 and only stopped because his father said it was a “slackers hobby.” He learns that you’re actually supposed to be in the grade below him, but because you were such an advanced eight year old, you had skipped a grade and were now graduating with him. You tell him how you kind of resent your third grade teacher for pushing you up a grade and how it set you up to have such high expectations of yourself for the rest of your educational life. He tells you how he wishes he had any sort of educational motivation, that no matter how much he tries to focus, he just can’t get himself to care enough. You tell him you’ll help him study, that you weren’t lying when you said you were a great tutor and he thanks you, says he might need to take you up on that offer if he wants to graduate on time. You learn stupid stuff as well, like how he hates pickles, and he learns that you like them, promising that “the next time I have a burger, I’ll give ‘em to you”. You also somehow manage to get him to admit that Madonna’s his guilty pleasure artist, that he genuinely has all her albums at home that he listens to in secret. You laugh your head off at this and promise him that you’re going to use this information against him at some point, and he says it’s fair, as long as he’s allowed to tell people that E.T genuinely terrifies you, which you had told him at some point for some reason.

The two of you grow so relaxed and at ease with each other that you don’t even think twice about how Steve’s hand presses against the small of your back as he leads you to the door, that you forget why you were hanging out in the first place until you walk past Jonathan and Nancy entering the diner just as you’re leaving it. You both smile at them politely as you walk past, but you feel the way Steve stiffens up, like he’s just been suddenly punched in the chest and all the air has gone from his lungs. You don’t blame him since it had only been a few months at most since he and Nancy broke up, plus there was that unspoken knowledge that everyone seemed to have that Nancy had cheated on Steve, since the timelines between relationships were a bit blurry. You were actually pretty good friends with Jonathan since you’d grown up with each other, constantly babysitting the boys and bonding over your little brothers. You had even asked how he and Nancy got together, and at the time it was an honest to god, innocent question, but you knew that the rumours were true when he couldn’t give you a straight answer. You know the heart wants what it wants and they both seem happier together, but a small part of you had always been a little annoyed at them for breaking Steve’s heart, especially when you see the effects of their actions firsthand.

“Don’t worry about them.” You say, grabbing onto Steve’s arm and squeezing it, looking up at him as you walk, chin barely touching his shoulder. “We make a way better couple anyway.” You’re joking, and you hope it’s enough to wipe away that kicked puppy expression on his face, which, of course it is, because he does smile back at you. It’s a shy smile, and he looks a little embarrassed that you had read him so easily, but you can sense the gratitude rolling off him. You simply smile back, wondering how it had happened so quickly, how you and Steve Harrington had become friends in just one day.

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Wondering if you can help me with my really hormonal budgie

Ive tried all the methods of foraging toys, more sleep, moving cage around, teaching him tricks but nothing works at all. He always find something new to flirt with and the newest being his toys which is a bit counterproductive

I dont know wether to take him to the vets for medication (if thats a thing) or if i should splash out on some proper foraging toys

Just starting to get frustrated and everyone keeps telling me to get rid of him but i really dont want to do that because i know its solvable

So any help would be appreciated thanks :,)

I have the hormone ask tag which compiles a variety of things to consider and change to help reduce hormonal stimulants!

Another thing worth noting is that it is starting to be spring now so regardless of what we do to reduce the effects there will still be some degree of hormonal fluctuations right now. When it comes to reducing hormones with parrots it’s not so much a matter of trying to stop them altogether (if that’s even possible) but rather balancing between reducing the behaviours that are harmful for them (egg laying, regurgitating, masturbating), harmful to us (territorial aggression) and picking your battles/ finding management strategies that allow you to work around the less desirable behaviours.

There are hormone shot treatments available which are usually used as a last resort in birds for high risks of lowered quality of life due to the hormonal fluctuations. Typically chronic egg layers but they can be used in other situations as well and can be something worth discussing with your vet. Just as with any medical procedure they aren’t without risks and it’ll be up to you and your medical team to decide if the pros outweigh the cons

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