#you have no desire to eat it. and its not rude and its not anyone's fault and its not a fucking moral failure or judgement and

[plutowrites]

love is strange

✧ pairing : Armin Arlert x Nurse!Reader (gn)

✧contains: angst, mentions of violence, canonverse (takes place between s3 and s4), Armin in love

✧summary: y/n urges Armin to confront Eren and seek vengeance for her best friend, harmed during one of the Attack Titan's village onslaught. Unknown to everyone, Eren has orchestrated this entire situation to force Armin to view him as the monster he wants to be seen as, believing that if the request of his demise came from the person he cherishes the most, Armin would not be able to refuse.

✧important note: this fic is a reimagining of Shakespeare's "Much Ado About Nothing" (Act 4, Scene 1 to be more specific, the conversation between Beatrice and Benedick). I saw the quote "I want to eat his heart in the marketplace" and the wheels tuned so fast in my head i couldn't keep up! Let me know your thoughts mwahh<3

You're not sure when Armin entered the room, but his voice doesn't startle you as he asks from behind, “Have you been crying all this time?”

You knew he would find you.

Standing up from the edge of the hospital bed you stopped attempting to clean 10 minutes ago, you glance at the dirty sheets, riddled with dirt and other stains beneath you. Your focus remains solely on your friend a few floors above, in her own room, making you indifferent to the mess or the fact that your job entails cleaning it. “I have. I haven't been able to stop."

“I wish you wouldn’t cry…” Armin rubs the back of his neck, his expression weighed down with guilt, which only serves to annoy you further.

“My tears have nothing to do with you,” you retort coldly, making no effort to veil your anger.

“I will say this: Your friend did not deserve what happened today.”

Throwing your hands up in exasperation, you snap, “Argh! I would give anything and everything to the person who could make this right!” The thought that Eren can cause such destruction without a second thought, oblivious to the precious lives and the essence that imbues your village with its beauty and heart, pains you. Your closest friend now injured; a disregarded casualty of his rampage.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“No, not you.” You're certain that Armin grasps your insinuation. What you desire is Eren's head, something he can't deliver.

His incapacity to fulfill your wish isn't a question of ability—you're well aware he's the Colossal Titan, a secret he confided in you after a close bond formed while you nursed him back to health following a particularly brutal mission. You know his hesitance stems from his unwavering loyalty to his friend, a loyalty that now clashes with yours.

As you're wiping the tears you've wept, Armin confesses, “I don’t love anything in this world more than I love you. Isn’t that strange?”

You can't help but smile at his choice of words, “Is loving me the strange part?”

His eyes widen at you, “No, no, I mean loving anyone in times like these is. Amidst all this turmoil and uncertainty…”

You feel a pang in your chest. He’s right. This isn’t a time for any sort of romance, but still, a mix of tenderness and vulnerability lingers between you in the dimly lit hospital room. So, you admit without truly admitting, “What’s really strange is how I feel about you… don't consider this any sort of confession, though. If you mention it, I’ll simply deny it.”

Armin offers you a soft look, taking your hands gently in his. “You love me. I wasn't sure before, but now I know.”

You roll your eyes but don't withdraw your hands from his hold, “So, you think you know my heart? Be careful, I might make you eat those words.”

He meets your eyes unabashedly, “I love you so openly and without caution, everyone knows it. I just need you to know it.”

“God forgive me—”

His brows knit together slightly, “Forgive you for what?”

“For almost admitting I loved you before you so rudely interrupted,” you smile the tiniest bit.

“If you’re going to say it, I need to hear you really say it. Fully, without reservation.”

You sigh, trying to hide your vulnerability with feigned annoyance, “You have my whole heart, Armin. No part of me resists loving you.”

He closes his eyes momentarily, as if to fully absorb your words, then speaks slowly, “Ask anything of me, and I’ll do it. Anything to ease the pain you’re feeling.”

His eyes remain shut. Without hesitation, you demand, “Kill him. Kill Eren.”

A short breath of laughter escapes Armin at the request, which enrages you. You're tempted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him, to make him understand what he must do.

“I’m sorry, sincerely and truly, but you ask for the one thing I don’t think I could ever do. Eren is… He's...It’s not simple. I—”

You cut him off, “Then you’ve made your choice. You've destroyed whatever was between us.” You wave a hand in his face, dismissing him.

It was a mistake to think Armin could be the hero in this story. No matter how deeply you love someone, you cannot transform them into something they're simply not.

He doesn’t take your cue to leave. “Wait, my love,” he pleads.

“I am not your love. Enough.”

“Please—”

“If you won't leave then I will, Armin.”

“Then, before you go, can we make amends? Can we agree to be friends at least?”

Your laugh is cold, “You offer friendship now? You wish to be friends yet refuse to confront my enemy? Is that your idea of friendship?”

“Has Eren become your enemy?” he asks with a voice barely above a whisper, his words dripping with hurt.

“He has become all of ours!” you cry out, despair gripping you, “If only I had the power of a shifter! Consumed by pure hatred and rage, that boy... Oh, if I possessed your titan, Armin— I would eat his heart in the marketplace.”

“Listen to me.”

“She lies alone in a hospital bed as we speak!”

“Please, listen…”

“She’s the epitome of innocence and kindness. If she dies... I can’t even begin to imagine—”

Armin grabs your shoulders to hold you in place before saying, “She will survive, but please, I need you to hear me out.”

“If I were a soldier, I’d confront him myself… or if there were someone in the corps, anyone with a shred of honor, willing to seek vengeance for her, for all of us,” you shriek, your head in your hands in frustration and desperation. “It seems like courage and duty are foreign concepts to you all. The very essence of being a soldier, of bravery, has been lost. If someone as vile as him is left to roam free, then what does that make you? I will tell you: Cowards, all of you!”

“I love you,” is all he replies with after moments filled with only the sounds of you catching your breath.

“Proving your love for me would mean much more."

“Do you genuinely believe Eren is responsible for what happened?” Armin inquires, unable to meet your gaze. You know he’s aware of his friend's involvement. Who else could wreak such havoc in mere minutes? Who else is capable of such heartless acts against their own? You didn't need to witness the events that transpired this morning to know the answer.

You lift his chin forcefully, your eyes burning into his, “As certain as I am of anything.”

He nods once, solemnly, lowering your hand from his face, “That settles it then—I’ll do it. I promise he’ll pay for what he’s done," Armin presses a tender kiss to your cheek. "Go comfort your friend."

#armin arlert #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #aot angst #armin x y/n #armin x you

[tobiasdrake]

That's everyone. Time to check out the Favor Tree, then we're on to the Clocktower meetup.

So how's this work? Do I just tell the tree what I want? Do I yank off a leaf and then write my request on it?

I dunno. Given that the rules are lax enough that a Favor Tree is as simple as "the biggest tree nearby" I think there's probably some leeway here. There may not be any particular rules for how we're supposed to pray to it.

Then again, that is the kind of logic that leads to the Bystander Effect. If everybody thinks like that and then nobody wishes for Vaugarde's salvation, that's a whoopsy-doodle. So it's better to inconvenience myself, at the risk of redundancy, for the sake of locking in aid for people in crisis.

Of course, it's not impossible to have your cake and eat it when it comes to wish-granting. All of these potential wishes are things that my team wants to do once the King has been defeated. Granting a wish for these things necessarily requires that Vaugarde be saved.

Therefore, I can wish for something for myself that nonetheless adds the strength of my wish to whatever existing pool of wishes towards Vaugarde's salvation already exists! This is what we call "gaming the system".

And while I wish the best for everyone, there is one person whose desires matter more than anybody else's.

Odile, Maribelle, and Isabeau all have dreams and ambitions for the future. That's great. I'm happy for them. But Bonnie doesn't. Bonnie has trauma. If I'm going to spend a wish on anyone, it's going to be for Bonnie to be healed.

If only one of us can have what they want, it should be them. A lost child's wish to save their family is worth more than gold.

Okay PARTY TIME

Alright y'all, come clean. Who ripped the bread in half and just left it on the table like that?

Or. Wait. Is that the bread, of "breaking bread"? Did we literally break bread? And then not eat it?

Are... are you supposed to eat it? Is it rude to break the bread and then not eat it? Or is it sacrilegious to eat broken bread? I feel like the bread's just going to waste if you don't eat it. But maybe it's a holy gesture? Maybe the act of letting the bread go stale... symbolizes its Change from a state of freshness to a state of badness.

Or maybe one of us here is just a dipshit who doesn't understand the phrase. Looking at you, Isa. On the "Risk of Dipshit" Scale, you're Suspect #2.

Suspect #1 is me but I'm, like, 65% sure I didn't do it.

You made the entire feast all by yourself? I am simultaneously very impressed with you and also tremendously disappointed in the rest of us. Four grown-ass adults and not one of us pitched in to assist the child in the kitchen. I am ashamed of every single one of us.

SPEECH SPEECH SPEECH SPEECH

Uh. No. Appreciate the sentiment but you're wrong. I don't know if you have Pocket Notes on the stakes of this thing but "Everyone dies tomorrow" isn't something people get to opt out of.

I know you don't want to think of membership in this crew as compulsory but... it kind of is. Our options are "Roll the dice tomorrow" or "Find a nice place to die". The latter of which is something most of the town is actively preparing for.

People are capable of tremendous acts of selfless courage when they have no hope of survival. With that in mind, I intend to be very brave tomorrow. There's only one place to do that.

You know, I'm used to rousing campfire speeches having a lot more swearing, raging narcissism, and thematically inappropriate criminality. But this is nice too. All-a y'all are swell. I'm happy to be a part of this.

My dude, I was wide awake. I slept all day today. I was just trying to be politely still so everyone else can sleep, while quietly going over Rock Paper Scissors strategies in my head.

The trick is to not throw the wrong symbol. But to make them think you're going to throw the wrong symbol, so they play into your hands when you throw the right symbol. *sage wisdom*

I love you too, man. Still making sense of things too much to decide if that's romantic or platonic but one way or another we're tight.

Mm. Pillow beats Rock. Good to know. See, that is why I've been silently reviewing Rock Paper Scissors strategies.

Good night, Isa. We'll continue this talk on the day after tomorrow, so long as it comes to pass.

#in stars and time #drake plays in stars and time

[thecameronchronicles]

Scream For Me

TW: Dark Rafe! Language. Degrading language. Smut. Violence. Slight blood kink. 

!THIS PIECE CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF STALKER AND SOCIOPATHIC/PSYCHOPATHIC BEHAVIORS. PROTECT YOUR MENTAL HEALTH FIRST!

SUMMARY: When Rafe sets his sights on you, you have no choice but to submit…

WORD COUNT: 2400

*Requested*

Scream For Me

Rafe Cameron always got what he wanted and you were no exception. For reasons he couldn't understand fully himself, you had fascinated him to such a degree that you became an obsession. He needed to know everything he could about you as you were an enigma to Pogues and Kooks alike for your recent move to the OBX. Somewhere between middle class and proper Kook status, you were the object of his desire, which you were about to learn was a most dangerous place to be…

Set before the television as you were often found on a Saturday night, your phone became incessant at your side. Broadcast with a number you didn't recognize, you set it to 'ignore' before finally blocking the number outright. Unlucky for you, the caller happened to know the number connected to the house, which forced you from the comfort of your rest as you had no choice but to answer. It humored you how you even had a landline at all as nobody else you knew could even tell you what they were, and yet, it allowed the caller the chance to finally reach you. 

"What's your favorite scary movie?" A purposely but poorly veiled voice called as you rolled your eyes to the unoriginal line. Of all times of the year, October was most expected for calls like this. And since you had become bored with the same cliche movie set on broadcast over your TV, you decided to entertain the idea. 

"Dora." You answered with a silent victory as the other end of the phone went silent. Realizing you had done the unexpected, you cut the line before moving into the kitchen and preparing yourself a snack. After shuffling for a moment through the cabinets, you ultimately decided on popcorn before hearing the phone ring again. 

"Hello?" You asked, hoping it was a telemarketer or even one of your friends, but it was that same intentionally low voice, sinister in its own verbiage. 

"I would have optioned for the chips instead…" Your skin chilled at his words as you turned behind you to notice how everyone in the window had been left open. It would have been easy for anyone in passing to see how you bypassed the Cheetos and Lays before deciding on the microwave popcorn. But with the echo of the beep having drawn your attention to the microwave, you realized that he had picked up on this and you were just being paranoid. You berated yourself temporarily for choosing to watch scary movies while being home alone. 

"And which ones WOULD you have picked then?" You teased. 

"If given the choice…" He hesitated for a moment as you were now back on the couch, curled at a comfortable angle with the phone to your ear, the popcorn in your lap, and the movie set on low in front of you. 

"You sound good enough to eat…" You could hear his smile through his words as you didn't care to repress your scoff. 

"Nah, I think I might be a bit tough for ya…"

"Not where I'm thinking…" Your eating slowed as your cheeks suddenly ran hot, "The most delicious part.. right between your legs…I bet it is all juicy for me right now isn't it-"

You cut the call again, this time, feeling the humor fade and the paranoia return. Even though all of the doors were locked and the security system had been engaged, you felt so vulnerable all alone in your house. Still somewhat new without any real knowledge of your neighborhood,  especially at dark, you cuddled into a tighter fetal position as the phone rang again. Only this time, you let it ring. 

Once. 

Twice. 

Three times before finally lifting it up to your ear again. 

"I just want to talk…it's rude to hang up on people you know…"

"And what about what YOU said?"

"What? You've never been eaten out before? Never had your toes curl to someone's tongue? Bet you've never had someone's fingers curled inside you either-" Although you felt a pull to hang up, something demented within yourself, call it morbid curiosity, and you remained on the line. 

"You could right now…I wouldn't tell anyone…" Again, you could hear his grin. 

"Bet you sound as sweet as you look." You suddenly shot upwards, eyes darting to every window to find only darkness behind the shrubs that covered your house. 

"Okay, I'm done. Very funny, whoever this is, but find someone a little less gullible-"

"You don't believe me? I'm looking at you right now…curled up on the couch with popcorn…looking for me…Even though you should be out on a Saturday night…"

"You just named the most vague details possible-"

"In those striped shorts and lacy top…I could see the dimples on your back as you reached for that popcorn and the pink polish on your toes right now…"

"What do you want?"

"To watch you-"

"Oh yeah? Well peep show's over, asshole!" You slammed the phone down on the table before rushing to the windows, pulling the curtains closed and moving to the direction of your bedroom before pulling yourself behind your door. Annoyed at how you left everything of use downstairs, you convinced yourself you were safe enough to retrieve it 'just in case' before ultimately descending those steps. 

The sound of the phone ringing was enough to annoy you as you took hold of your cell and the landline, the consistent trilling giving you a headache. 

"You call one more time and I'm calling the cops!" You charged as he only laughed on the other end of the line. 

"Go ahead. They'll just have to come in the same way I did…" Your heart stopped. 

"Everyone ALWAYS forgets to shut their garage doors…" He now ended the call as you rushed to the garage door leading into the house to find it unlocked. 

Your mind began to race for any possible course of action. You considered opening the door before you and escaping just as he had entered, you considered lifting the phone to call for help, even begging or screaming. But you wouldn't be allowed the chance before a large hand suddenly came over your shoulder and rested on the door. But the sight of his signet ring in position on his pointer finger, a signature to himself, had sent his name from your lips. 

"Rafe?"

"I always wondered how my name would sound coming from those perfect lips…" As you went to face him, he forced you against the door with hands to your hips and the supply of his own body for extra weight. 

"What do you want?" You were flabbergasted that he wasn't only here but here like this. You didn't even think he knew your name, let alone your address, and now he had an erection hard into your back as his fingers rounded until falling at rest between your thighs. 

"Rafe-" 

"I wanna make you scream for me-" You pushed yourself off of the wall, surprising him and knocking him off kilter just enough to slip away. Without looking back, you pulled yourself to a sprint and managed to make it to the hallway leading to your bedroom before his foot came to the opening of the door just before you could close it. Using all of your might, he was at an unfair advantage against you as he towered over you with an athletic build and a sinister intimidation when all you had was your wits and fight-or-flight response. 

"You come ANY closer and I'll scream-" He chuckled. 

"Didn't you hear me? That's my intention…" You psyched a motion towards the bedroom door as he began to walk towards you before faking in the other direction, aware you were running out of time as he continued to inch closer. 

"Whatever you think is going to happen, isn't! You'll never get to do the things you said! You're sick! You're a psycho!" 

"Well now you're just stating my best qualities…" You took the risk of the sliver of space between him and the door, your legs too short and the space too far to do so successfully as you were in his arms. He lifted you effortlessly and tossed you onto the bed before straddling you in place. 

"Before this night is over…you WILL submit to me…" He explained as you could only use your mouth against him. For this, you would spit, watching him take it with his hand and wipe it clean to his lips, sucking you from him. 

"So sweet…" He smiled as your fave twisted in disgust, even if a part of your thighs clenched in how erotic it had been. 

"You do anything to me and I'll scratch and bite and-" His hand was now on your jaw, pressing into your cheeks until they hollowed and leaving you in pain as he spoke against your ear. 

"And you'll beg and moan too,sweetheart-" You tried to rebut before feeling him reach between your legs. The adrenaline from the exchange acted against the betrayal of your body as he made a single swipe over your shorts to tell how you were already wet. 

"Dirty, desperate little slut, aren't you? Gonna let the big bad home invader stick his cock in your tight little pussy, yeah?"

"Get off of me-" To this, you were forced onto your stomach. 

"It's so much sweeter when you fight it…" He smiled behind these words as he forced your head into the bed as you fought for freedom beneath him, his other hand working your shorts in temporary disdain before ultimately leaving you bare for him. 

"Bet you're even sweeter here, aren't you? We already know how wet you are…how pathetically wet…" He smacked your ass as you gasped, more in surprise than arousal, but enough to garner his grimace to your reaction. 

"Bet you like it from behind don't you? You like being bent over like a whore and used as a cum bucket? You like being slapped on the ass and told how good you feel? Or you like having your hair pulled and being told you're bad?" You didn't respond. Instead, you would continue to fight him. At every turn. At every attempt. No matter how your body reacted, you would fight him. 

"That's okay…I'll just try it all-" Suddenly the force of his fingers were inside of you, set at a cruel pace as you gripped the sheets beneath you. Even if this terrified you, even if you hated him for it, your body shook in response to his touch, to his intentions, even to his cologne. And it was enough to stop fighting him temporarily as you were now at war with yourself. 

"Nothing to say now, huh? My fingers feel too good, don't they? I haven't even curled them yet and you're already shaking…" You closed your eyes, fighting the pleasure as he laughed and moaned behind you, relishing in your struggle. 

"What about now?" He asked, curling his digits into you with a chuckle as you gasped so sharply that everything else seemed silent afterwards. At least until he spoke. 

Another slap to your ass and you were turned to face him. Only now when his fingers returned, they were on a mission for destruction. The pumps made were strictly to make you squirt as you belted beneath them, your body shaking in a complete forfeit of control as he grinned. 

"See how greedy your pussy is? See how it needs my fingers like this? How you're swallowing them? Shit-see it?!" You would nod or fight him, you were instead transfixed on the sensations. 

"Rafe! Please stop!"

"Not even you're so close…not until I've come inside you-"

"Please!" You belted as his fingers only quickened once more. He continued this as he would edge you, retreating just before you would feel the spillover of your release. It left you trembling and in a haze of strictly lust and depraved need before he turned you into your stomach again. Only now, taking a hard grip to your hair as he spoke. 

"You're already pulsating?" He scoffed. "Impatient and needy…you're lucky I'm a good guy…or someone would take advantage of you…" He laughed before teasing you with his cock. 

"You feel it? Huh? You feel how close it is?" He led it across your cunt, drawing your slick with him, before an abrupt penetration sent you forward. He didn't care for compassion or care, he didn't care for your release or your comfort.

Your headboard slammed into the wall as its metal squeaked and the mattress shifted, but he never faltered. Each cruel thrust and harsh pull of your hair and he was reaching closer to that edge. 

"Beg for it you little slut…come on- '' He grunted at your back as a series of slaps to your ass that left you raw as he pulled your ass apart as you whimpered beneath him. 

"You're acting like such a goddamn whore, but you're screaming like a fucking virgin-" He laughed. 

"I'll make you come like one too…" Your eyes rolled as he pulled you into an arch. 

"Tell me you want it. Beg me for it, bitch, come on!" He grunted, his motions proving sloppy as you knew he was close. You knew if you just waited that it would all be over. And yet a part of you didn't want it to be. A very twisted but curious part. 

"Think I won't hurt you because I'm fucking you?" He pulled you to him, surprising you with a kiss before drawing blood by biting your lip. 

"Next time I'll leave a scar somewhere everyone else sees. Now fucking Beg me for it and I'll let you come-" 

"Rrr-Rafe!"

"Beg, bitch!" He pulled your hair one final time before he came, the waves of tremors pulling your own to the forefront as you would soak your sheets in the spray he allotted from the getgo. But once he was certain you were fucked, in every aspect, he withdrew and dressed. 

He only wanted one thing only, and he got what he came for. After all, Rafe Cameron always got what he wanted…

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @my-baexht-Is @slut4starkey @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @obxxrxfes

#rafecameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafecameron #outerbanks #obx #outer banks smut #outer banks

[burgycreeper405-blog]

Superhero AU ✨side lore✨

Rex works as a demolition guy and carries bricks for building/discarding

if you're wondering who those three are, here's sum explanation

most of the workers think that he's just very strong and now they like.. see him as the best and mostly shove emmet out of the way when those two are just talking alone

Rex keeps on reminding them that that Emmet is pretty cool too, but they won't listen, so he just sometimes ignores them after a long time of working there

also, Gale even has a crush on Rex, and what i meant by this is she would literally flirt with him or just wanting to hang out with him like for example, he would switch places with Emmet just to be partnered with Rex at work

she doesn't do it all the time but she still does it

and cuz Rex doesn't want to hurt anyone (physically and or mentally) he just agrees at everything

and he just tries to calm down (or like, smash/destroy a building that is about to be desired anyways) whenever he sees someone being mean/rude to Emmet, cuz if he gets angry, he can't control himself

whenever they talk about Rex, or just talk with him (sometimes they swarm him or somthin) Emmet would just back away

for example, lunch break:

Emmet and Rex are just eating lunch together (cuz Emmet doesn't have any friends, only Rex) and then when the other co workers just swarms Rex like, "Hey can we eat lunch together?" or "Can I sit with you?" they just shove Emmet away like he's nothing

Rex would keep on telling them "no" in the nicest way possible or tells them that he's already fine just hanging out with Emmet (cuz he's still not p comfortable with people around him cuz he still can't control his strength), they just ignores that and just "hang out" with him, ask him questions and stuffs

and when they get home, Rex would apologize to Emmet, but Emmet just pretends to be okay with it and like it's nothing, he's used to it and stuff, but that just made Rex feel worse, but Emmet just doesn't want to continue that conversation any longer so he just went quiet

and since he was Emmet back in then, Rex doesn't really remember all of the stuff he used to do, well, sure he still remembers being a construction worker and all, but he just doesn't remember anybody anymore, its all blurry

i mean, can you blame him?

#burgy talks #burg art #the lego movie #the lego movie 2 #tlm au #tlm superhero au #emmet brickowski #rex dangervest #tis just a side non hero stuff lore

[rinbowaman]

what would be heelel’s reaction if y/n asked for a threesome w leviathan 🫨

cuz they way he ATE her up with his snake tongue 🧎‍♀️

imagine she said levi eats her out better to heelel 🧍‍♀️💀

lol. sweet anon.

well, given levi's tongue and being a serpent master himself, i wouldn't doubt he being really good at it because that is his specialty. But keep in mind, heelel's love making and oral performance is no joke. think of it this way, all brothers have their own unique traits and specialities, but Heelel is like the grandmaster of all things.

And unfortunately, you wouldn't dare to ask for a threesome or say anything like that.....really you wouldn't. because he's made it very clear that you belong to him. allow me to explain in a little bit of detail, because i actually have a couple of other anon asks that had relatively similar questions, but heelel....he's waaaaay more dangerous and sadistic than what you guys might believe.

The whole entire way of being ravished by each brother on separate occasion was just to prep you because you had to commit to each deadly sin (metaphorically speaking,) because each brother is associated with their own deadly sin, you had to experience them in order for you to come to hell, much less getting ravished by Heelel's demon form. (that was painful to write about) but during that scene, if you kind of read in between the lines where the brothers come in to help you, it kind of shows that they have served their purpose and aided their brother in one thing that he desired most, and that was to get you ready to become immortal. afterwards, when you read lucifer's chapter, as well as in jay's chapter and probably a few others, they even give hints such as "we can only do so much" or "i only have you for a day" those are key verbiages that they had a mission to accomplish.

i dont think alot of people understand just how obsessive and possessive heelel is with you, or maybe it's because the final chapter, the amount of love he displayed ppl are mistaking that to think that he would be open bc of his love for you....that is not the case.

like yes, he had his brothers prep you, but that was merely it. he isn't like heethan, who would also be very angry if you had asked and punish you, however, heelel is waaaaay more brutal in his punishments. trust me, there were alot of scenes i actually cut out from the original draft bc i just knew alot of ppl were going to be uncomfortable with it and i was afraid ppl would start hating on heelel. he is sweet and loving towards you if you're obedient and loyal to him, but cross the line, express, or even give him a thought that youre going to leave him, not love him, not be his, or think of someone else, he wouldn't kill you.....but he is going to hurt you to make you learn the lesson. you will not be shared with anyone else and you are only for him and him only. the man waited 7000 years for you to come to life so he could take you. i didn't really draft too much detail into it, but you, as far as in the storyline and after you were brought to hell, you just knew that he claimed you and that he will become murderous and veeeeeeerrry bad if anyone tried to take you. you wouldn't dare to ask unless you want to get a whole list of injuries.....he would do it to you for even thinking of another person aside from him. the man is sadistic, twisted, insane, (i mean he is the devil) but its like 100x worse because he loves you so much that he watches your every move 24/7. lets just say, if you didn't take the hint of how much he loves you or you were feeling too bold to ask, again, you'd get hurt and you would get a rude awakening.....preeeeettty bad. like lol. don't mistake his kindness to you, you can ask him anything else, but the moment you ask for something like that, its not good for you. not to mention, his brothers would never be okay with it because they love and respect their brother (and king/master) too much to betray him like that. they're nice to you but that's it. if you said something like "levi does it better"........i think he might....just might.....actually break you...like literally. like yes he loves you and you're the world to him......but its soo much that he's selfish in keep you all to himself...you're almost like a slave to him (or to his love) if that all makes sense. i went a little long with this in hopes that other anons can understand as well. heelel is great....but he can also be veeeeeeeerry bad depending on you.

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Oc Interview Tag for Darcy aka "The Tonight Show: Without Clementine!"

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This is kind of a long read (I went above and beyond again oops). I also included info about more interviews at the bottom for funsies!

Censor warning: mention of alcohol, dead bodies, gore, and mild reference to animal cruelty

Now, without further ado, let's meet our 4th interviewee, Darcy, from my WIP Crater City!

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Much to Darcy’s irritation, he was invited to this wonderful interview that is being televised in color for all of Crater City to behold. Or, at least to those who care. The setting is a bit different from the past interviews, its new setting reminiscent of a dating game show. A cream-colored set decorated with 60s motifs backdrops a tangerine chaise lounge on stage right and a podium covered in flowers on stage left. It is unusually devoid of life after-hours, but it is the only place suitable for such a high-demand guy like the mayor of Crater City. A live studio audience seems to have congregated itself, composed of the previous candidates: Jemmah, Blair, and Elijah. In the front-center row, they are chained to those foldable theater seats with poor lumbar support that eat your ass if you sit too far back. They are not allowed to get up until the interview is over. Because that would be rude. 

Darcy makes his way through a dark labyrinth of sorts (not unlike the back of an optometrist’s office), until he finally reaches the stage. The hot stage lights flit between colorful hues, accentuating his chestnut hair, navy suit, and elaborate tie. The live studio audience groans, but thankfully it can’t be heard under the fake cheering the host rigged. Darcy is instructed to make himself comfortable on the sofa, to which he crosses his legs like a respectable guest. Shortly, the Very Desirable and Well Maintained Host makes his way to his post behind the podium. The words “The Tonight Show Without Clementine” flash on the screen, accompanied by applause. 

Host: Thank you for coming to the show tonight!

Darcy: It’s about damn time. You’ve been putting this off for weeks, completely messing my itinerary up. I’m a busy man, you know. 

Host (adjusting tie): Apologizes!

Darcy (with a frigid glare): Shall we get on with the interview, then?

Host: ...

Host: Eh…yes?

Darcy: ...

Host: Uh, yes–yessir! Right away, sir!

[1.] Are you named after anyone?

Darcy: Am I named after anyone? (pauses in thought) No, not that I can recall. 

Darcy: But I believe I was going to be named Sydney. 

Host: You know, I can see it. 

[2.] When was the last time you cried?

Darcy: Excuse me? What kind of interview is this? 

(from the audience, Blair whispers something in Elijah’s ear. They snort. Darcy squints his eyes at them.)

Darcy: But if you really want to know, that's something I can't recall. 

Host: Oh, come on, you can be honest with me, Darcy. 

Darcy: No, I just mean that I physically can't cry. 

Host: And why is that?

Blair: Because he's a robot after all! DUN DUN DUN~!

Darcy: Ok, that is not even remotely the reason why. 

Elijah: Yeah, that's more my thing, Blair. 

Jemmah: What is going on here?

Host: I actually have no clue! 

[3.] Do you have kids?

Darcy: No, but that is something that’s been drilled in my head since I was younger. 

Host: Do you mind elaborating on that?

Darcy: About being told how precious my genes are and that I am an important asset to saving humanity? Oh please, that’s disgusting to think about. Have you no manners?

Host: Oh, I…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pried. 

Blair (quietly): That’s fine, we don’t want your offspring anyway.

Darcy: What was that?

Elijah (sinking down in his seat): Blair!

Jemmah (suddenly with a wine glass): I’m not sure what’s going on here, but I’m invested. 

Blair (pointing at Jemmah): Yo, who gave him alcohol? I want some!

Jemmah: There was some on the way in, didn’t you see the huge sign?

Blair: What sign?

Darcy: It’s just like you to miss glaringly obvious signs. 

Blair (baring his teeth): …Say that again?

Host: Hey, everyone, let’s try to get back on track!

[4.] Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Darcy: I do; I think many people miss it. Which isn’t my fault. If you can’t detect it, that’s your loss. 

Jemmah (raising her glass): You and me, both. 

Host: Tell us a joke. 

Darcy: A joke? Oh, I didn't come prepared…!

Host: Oh, just anything’ll do!

(Elijah looks uncomfortable in his seat. Blair is half-asleep.)

Darcy: [censored due to censorship guidelines]

(Elijah, Jemmah and Host turn pale.)

Host: Ahaha, something pg-13 would be preferred, Darcy!

Darcy: Oh! Right, right…

Jemmah (whispering): I take back what I said.

Darcy (clears throat): What's the difference between a pair of jumper cables and a dead body? 

Host: Oh gosh…what?

Darcy: Blair doesn't keep a pair of jumper cables in his trunk. 

(The laugh track plays.)

Blair: Now, listen here! The only reason I don't have any is because I don't own that car! 

Jemmah: And you also didn’t stuff a body in your car…right?

Elijah: Then whose car is it?

Blair: I…rented it?

Darcy: The jokes just write themselves, don't they?

Blair & Jemmah: What's that supposed to mean?

Host: Uh-oh, things aren't looking good for Blair…

(Elijah shakes his head in disappointment. Jemmah is concerned for his own safety since Blair sits next to him.)

[5.] What's the first thing you notice about people?

Darcy: The amount of eye contact they make.

Host: Oh, really? What does that say about me?

Darcy: I was just kidding, I don't usually look people in the eye unless I must. 

Host: O-oh, yeah, right!

Darcy: But to answer the question, I notice how they carry themselves. If there's a certain word they enjoy saying or the cadence of their speech. The casual or formal way they act, the way they walk, who they surround themselves with…I learn a lot. I like to learn about others. 

(The host looks a bit troubled about the idea of Darcy getting a clear picture of him)

Darcy: Oh, don't look at me like I'm the odd one. Blair said the exact same thing as me in his interview!

Blair: True. 

Host: Well, what can you say about me?

Darcy: That, for some reason, you're scared of me. I'm not sure why, though. It's kind of insulting. 

Host: Oh, no–I'm not scared of you! 

Darcy: Yes, you are. 

Host: You're just…so…

Host: Well, I can't help but feel like I should be the one being interviewed! (Laughing)

Darcy: Oh, am I imposing? 

Host: No, I didn't mean it like that! Ah, forget what I said…

[6.] What's your eye color?

Darcy: Can't you see? (catching himself) Oh, I apologize, that was probably presumptive. Can you see?

(Editor's note: we are unable to tell whether or not Darcy is being sarcastic here)

Host: I…yes, I can, actually. It was just a question in the list. Aha!

Darcy: I'm just confused who came up with these questions, is all. 

Darcy (pointing to each eye): I've got a blue one in my left and a brown one in my right. 

(The camera zooms in on Darcy's face)

Host: Oh, so like that one famous musician? 

Darcy: Who?

Host: Ah, nevermind. That was a weird thing to ask. 

Darcy: If you're wondering, I was born this way. Human error. No big deal. 

Host: Well, I think they suit you just fine. They're enchanting. 

Darcy (plainly): You think so?

[7.] Scary movies or happy endings?

Darcy: A happy ending. 

Jemmah: I don't like the way he's grinning like that…

Host: Oh, really? Do you have any movie recommendations for us?

Darcy: A Clockwork Tomato and One Flew Over the Crow's Nest. 

Elijah: Those movies…don't have happy endings. 

Darcy: Depends on what you define as a “happy ending.” Maybe that's why you're so emo. Cause you don't know how to look on the bright side of things. 

Elijah (in all black): Emo?!

Blair (jolting awake): Huh?!

Jemmah: Gah! Stop yelling in my ear, Blair!

Host: What interesting selections! I've never actually seen either of those movies before, but I'll trust your judgment. 

[8.] Any special talents?

Darcy: Apparently I have a light step and often scare people by mistake. I also know how to disable alarms and explosives, memorize license plates at a glance, and find almost every constellation in the sky. Believe me, I've had all the time in the world to do so. 

Host: That is impressive! But I have to wonder, how often are you going to encounter explosives? Sounds dangerous. 

Darcy: Oh, as mayor I have to watch my back. Many people aren't too fond of me. 

(The camera pans to the audience who looks like they couldn't care less for Darcy. Blair picks his nose.)

Host: Oh…really? Sounds scary. 

Darcy: Yeah, just ask that miscreant in the crowd. (Points to Blair)

Blair: Aw, poor you. Scared of a little pipe bomb right outside your window. And you call yourself the mayor. 

Elijah: Not this again…

Darcy: See? He just incriminated himself! On television, at that! But no one will care, he'll just get off scot-free.

Darcy: I don't even know how he got close enough to do that–! 

Blair: Easy–your security is trash. You should hire me to rewire your system, except I kinda don't like you, so there's that. 

Jemmah: Do you have magic where you're from, too?

Elijah: No, Blair's just one lucky son of a bitch.

Blair: Hey, give me some credit. 

Host: Wow, you two seem to share some animosity towards each other. 

Darcy (sighing): I don't hate him. He's just this spur in my heel that I can't shake off. People like Blair are selfish and hinder progress because they value their inner circle more than the general population. 

Blair: You're just mad you don't have any friends. Seriously man, why put your social life on blast like that? Why do that to yourself?

Darcy: I'm just trying to help people like you, but you refuse my efforts. It's maddening and confusing. You're like a boiling frog. Impossible to reason with. 

Jemmah (tipsy): …What are we talking about again?

Elijah: Special talents?

Host: Ah, let's proceed to the next question!

[9.] Where were you born?

Darcy: Crater City.

Host: Ah, born in the same city you watch over. You must be proud of where you come from. I know I'd be! 

Darcy: Yes, I take a lot of pride in my city. You know, my grandfather would have passed the baton to me if things had worked out. 

Host: Well, then! Leadership must run in the family. As does looking sharp. 

Jemmah: Oh please, you call a man in a simple suit “looking sharp.” Is that all it takes?

Darcy: I wouldn't be saying that while decked out in holographic clothing. I can see you from here, you know. 

Jemmah (under her breath): Oh, I don't like this guy. 

Blair: I mean, compared to me and Elijah, you have to admit, he's got some style. 

[10.] What are your hobbies?

Darcy: I like to stargaze, read, collect ties (pulls at tie), learn more about the world around me, and embroider…I like to embroider plants and flowers. They remind me of better days. 

Host: What do you embroider on?

Darcy: Clothing, mostly. Even if I were asked beforehand to bring in finished pieces, I couldn't because they were all gifts. 

Host: Oh, I'm sure they're lovely. I could never sew, I'm not nearly as patient!

Darcy: It’s easy if you have steady hands and nothing else to do but daydream. I wish I had more time. (distantly) I'd love to go back…

[11.] Do you have any pets?

Darcy: I do! I have three rats called Juni, Vinnie, and Addy. 

(The camera zooms up to Darcy showing the Host a picture of his pets: three rats snuggle around his neck and peek through his mess of curly hair.)

Host: How adorable! 

(Elijah whispers something to Blair, which Jemmah overhears and gasps in disgust.)

Jemmah (now drunk): Darcy did what?!

Elijah: Jemmah, please–

Jemmah (struggling to break her restraints): You mean to tell us we're locked in a room with a man who used to make his pet rats fight against each other?! 

Elijah: Jemmah!

Blair: How do you know this? 

Host: Well, that sounds unflattering! Don't worry, Darcy. We'll cut it out of the final. 

Darcy (calm): It's alright. I'll get them after this interview. 

Host (concerned): Right….

[12.] What sports do you play/have you played?

Darcy: I've played very, very many. Let's see…volleyball, tennis, archery, fencing… I was in a 5-dimension chess club at some point. Not sure if that's considered nerdy where you're from. 

Host: What is 5-D chess?  

Darcy: You use space and time to move around the board. You know, five dimensions. 

Host: Eh…right?

Darcy: Whoever wins the most times lines wins. Easy. 

Blair: It's really just chess but for larger nerds. Don't let it get to your head. 

Elijah: I just can't understand it. Then again, I never understood movies with time travel. 

Darcy: Just say that you're uncultured. 

Jemmah (pointing): The yeast used to make this wine has more culture than the three of you. 

Host (calling from the set): Indigo, are you in the audience? Yeah, please stop serving Jemmah drinks. I don't think he needs any more. Yeah, that'll do! 

[13.] How tall are you?

Darcy: 6 feet.

Host (joking): You know, many people lie about their height. 

Darcy (monotone): Why would I lie about my height?

Host: Oh, haha, no reason! 

[14.] Favourite subject in school?

Darcy: I never went to public school–

Blair (interrupting): Which explains a lot…

(Elijah & Jemmah cover Blair’s mouth.)

Darcy: But I gravitated more towards sociology in college. 

Host: Why is that? 

Darcy: I found studying why societies work the way they do far more interesting than psychology. Psychology is more exclusive. Sociology taught me the larger picture–why things happen, what we can predict to happen, and hindsight. It angered me, surprised me, and taught me a lot of things I hadn't considered while in captivity.

Host: Captivity…?

Darcy (confused): Did I stutter? 

Host: No, I was just curious what you meant by that. But we don't have to delve into…

Darcy (tapping foot): How many questions are left?

Host (checking chart): Oh, just one more. Then we'll get out your hair!

[15.] Dream job?

Host: I'm sure this is a rather obvious question for you, the mayor, but…

Darcy: As a kid I wanted to become a nurse. 

Jemmah: Feel that. 

Host: Oh, what happened to that?

Darcy: I wasn't supposed to be a nurse, I was supposed to lead people. Fate works in mysterious ways, so…here I am.

Blair: Fate must be some wacked-up sadistic bitch. 

Darcy: You'll understand when you're my age, piss ant. (To Host) You better cut that out. 

Host: Yes, of course.

Darcy: As I was saying, I was set for other purposes…I suppose I get to help people either way, as was my original intention. But there are some downsides. Now, if I want to play with mangled bodies, it's seen as taboo and illegal. 

Host: …!

Darcy: I'm only joking, you know. Don't act so high-strung!

Host (laughing?): Right, right…

Host: Well, it was lovely meeting you here tonight, Darcy. 

Darcy: It was a pleasure. 

(Host points towards stage right and Darcy turns to look.)

Host: Now, if you would just walk straight until you hit a red door…

Darcy: Right…

(Indigo silently appears behind Darcy and firmly taps the back of his neck until he slumps forward, unconscious.)

Host: And that's all the time we have for tonight!

Automated applause fills in the silence. The camera pans to the audience one last time: Blair is comforting Elijah, who is fearful of the possibility of Darcy sitting next to them; while Jemmah seems to be asking Indigo questions about how they got here and how to escape. The title “The Tonight Show Without Clementine” appears one last time before the screen fades to black. Immediately after, an ad for your local attorney plays its funky tune. 

Host (sighing): Well, that's another addition to our collection. Like flies to a honey trap. Wonderful performance, everyone. 

Indigo: I'm eager to see who the next guest will be. 

Host: All in good time, Indie. Now, we wait.

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Incorrect Guard Quotes (Part 6)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

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Linaleh: "Trouble at 2 o'clock!" Brakan: looks down at his watch Brakan: "Now, how do you know that?"

Jurr: “What are you writing?” Rakesh: “The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.” Linaleh, looking over Rakesh's shoulder: “This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.”

Vori: “I'm very scary.” Loktof: “You're about as scary as a wet kitten.” Vori: “Wet kittens are cute, at least I've got that going for me.” Loktof: “And small.” Vori: Vori: “...Yeah, yeah. I guess. “

Brakan: “I don’t mean to be rude—” Tindri: “Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often.”

Vori: “sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP-” Rakesh: “...Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE??” Vori: “BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!”

Linaleh: “Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism.” Loktof: “How so?” Linaleh: “It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.”

Tindri: “Go big or go home!” Jurr: “Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home.” Tindri: “I'm going big!”

Jurr: “You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.” Rakesh: “Actually, Jurr, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.”

Tindri: “I desire moisture.” Rakesh: “Please just say 'I want water' like a normal person.”

Brakan: eating a cinnamon roll Loktof: “Cannibalism.” Brakan: confused chewing noises

Vori: “Are you mad?” Loktof: “No.” Vori: “So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?”

Rakesh, watching Loktof & Linaleh panic: “What's going on?” Tindri: “Loktof is having a midlife crisis and Linaleh is just having a crisis.”

Vori: “Whether or not I pay income taxes is none of the government's business.” Jurr: “No, well, actually, it is.” Vori: “You don't know my name or what I look like, good luck finding me."

Rakesh: “What has the galaxy ever done for you?! Why would you wanna save it?!” Tindri: “Cause I’m one of the idiots who lives in it!”

Linaleh: “Alright, listen up you little shits.” Linaleh: “Not you, Brakan. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.”

Rakesh: “Everything will be ok. You can not stop it.” Rakesh: “Everything will be fine. You have no choice.” Tindri: “What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?” Rakesh: “Ominous positivity.”

Tindri: “So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Jurr and not do the thing.” Tindri: “Well there’s a clear right answer here.” Tindri: proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke

Linaleh: “I don't follow the rules. I follow dogs on social media.”

Vori: “Why would you think any of this was a good idea?” Rakesh: “Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.” Vori: Rakesh: “I don’t know how you keep forgetting this.”

Brakan: “Look, Rakesh, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.”

Vori: shoves her hand in the slot of a toaster Brakan: Vori: “…I get confused sometimes.” Brakan: “Me too.”

Linaleh: “I wasn’t that drunk.” Rakesh: “You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important.” Linaleh: “BECAUSE YOU ARE!”

Tindri: “We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare.” Vori: “Scrabble? Scrabble’s great.” Tindri: “Not when you’re playing with Rakesh, it’s not. He puts words like 'ephemeral' and I put 'dog.’”

Linaleh: “Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!” Jurr: “It's kind of complicated, but Rakesh-” Linaleh: “Got it. Forget I asked.”

Vori: “I have a problem.” Rakesh: “Kill it.” Vori: “Can you chill for like, two seconds?”

Brakan: “I'll offer you some friendly advice-” Rakesh: “I don't want your advice.” Brakan: “Well, then consider it unfriendly advice.”

Tindri: “When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case?” Linaleh: “wHat?” Tindri: “I want to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved.” Linaleh: “Can we go back to the part when you said 'when I get murdered'?”

Loktof: “I have seen a lot of murders in my time, and all six of them were today.”

Vori: “Go to sleep or you'll hate yourself in the morning!” Rakesh: “I'll hate my self in the morning regardless.”

Tindri, peeling a banana: “May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.” Rakesh: “Do you think other people can’t hear you?”

Brakan & Vori: accidentally set the kitchen on fire Brakan: “We need an adult!” Vori: “Brakan, you are an adult!” Brakan: “We need an adultier adult! Get Linaleh!”

Linaleh: “What is the one thing I told you not to do?” Brakan: “Burn the house down.” Linaleh: “And what did you do?” Brakan: “I made dinner.” Linaleh: Brakan: Linaleh: Brakan: “And burnt the house down.”

Linaleh: “I tried to write ‘I'm a functional adult’ but my phone changed it to ‘fictional adult’ and I feel like that’s more accurate.”

Jurr: “Are you drinking enough water?” Tindri: “Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.”

Loktof: “Rakesh is forbidden from monologuing.”

Linaleh: “What makes you think it's okay to watch Hannibal given its subject matter?” Jurr: “Sometimes, I watch television shows for entertainment purposes.” Tindri: “Because I condone murder and cannibalism.”

Vori: “That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Loktof?” Loktof: “No.” Vori: “I think I speak for Loktof when I say it sounds really super.”

*Tindri drunkenly wanders around the house and Vori is drunkenly giggling* Linaleh, completely sober: sighs “Well, looks like it's just me and you against the world, Rakesh.” Rakesh, going to his room: “Nope, just you.” shuts door

Vori: “I need 28 lightbulbs for 28 ducks.” Linaleh: “Ducks can’t eat lightbulbs?” Tindri: “I think that’s the point.” Vori: “Exactly. I want my ducks to glow so I can find them.”

Rakesh: “I just wanted to say that over the years, I have come to regard you as…people I met.”

Vori: “Say no to drugs.” Tindri: “Say yes to drugs.” Linaleh: “It doesn't matter if you say yes or no to drugs. If you're talking to drugs...then you're on drugs.”

Tindri: “Did you hear that!? Rakesh just threatened to destroy my lego AT-AT!” Loktof: “...You just threatened to kill him in his sleep.”

Linaleh: “If we lose, you’re out of the will.” Rakesh: “I was in the will?”

Linaleh: “I hate to tell you this, but one of you was adopted.” Vori & Rakesh: Rakesh: “Only one...?"

Brakan: “There was a motor close to where I am right now.” Vori: “A motor- a motorcycle?” Brakan: “Oh sorry, a murder.” Linaleh: “That escalated quickly.”

Tindri: "Pick a card, any card." Rakesh: "Fine." Tindri: "Wait, that's my credit card!" Rakesh: "You said any card."

Linaleh: “Loktof... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?” Loktof: “Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.” Linaleh: Linaleh: “I wrote sanitize, Loktof.”

Vori: “As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.”

Hairdresser: “How would you like your hair cut?” Tindri: “Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass."

Vori: “What is your favourite mythical story?” Rakesh: “The Story Of My Will To Live.” Vori: “I don’t think I’ve heard of that one before.”

Linaleh: “I’m not a doctor I’m a medic.” Vori: “What’s the difference then?” Linaleh: “Well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die.” Brakan: “Note to self: never get shot.”

Rakesh: “We’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship.” Loktof: “We’re not friends.” Rakesh, holding an axe: “We’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.”

Tindri, after having a nosebleed: “Welp. Time to wash the blood off my hands.”

Rakesh, pointing to the wall: “What color is this?” Jurr: “Gray.” Brakan: “Grey.” Rakesh, turning to Vori: “Now tell them what color you think it is.” Vori: “Dark white.”

Linaleh: “You remind me of the ocean.” Rakesh: “Because I'm deep and mysterious?” Linaleh: “No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.”

Tindri: “Can you pass the salt?” Rakesh: “Can you pass away?” Tindri: “Too much salt.“

Vori: “Look, Brakan! It's the good Kush!” Brakan: “It's the dollar store, how good can it be? “

Linaleh: “Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them?” Tindri: “Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them.” Linaleh: “Okay, yeah thanks, Tindri, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?”

Vori: “That sounds like a terrible plan.” Rakesh: “Oh, we've had worse."

Linaleh, about Loktof: “Rakesh, he’s an asshole! He has purposely stabbed you on more than one occasion!” Rakesh: “Some of those stabbings were accidental!” Linaleh: Loktof: “Okay, well, I know for a fact the third time was accidental.”

Linaleh: “Hey, are you okay?” Tindri: “Yeah.” Linaleh: “You don't look okay...” Tindri: “Then stop looking."

*Linaleh sends more than 5 messages in a row* Rakesh: “I ain’t reading all that.” Rakesh: “I’m happy for you tho.” Rakesh: “Or sorry that happened.”

#no but the monologuing one came out like that first try #I'm dying #star wars also now has lego star wars in it #rip fourth wall #incorrect quotes #jedi temple guard #ocs #grand inquisitor

[niniane17]

So I finally watched Saltburn. Spoilers, I guess? Whatever.

Why didn't anyone tell me what it was about? I thought it was some smutty teen movie about a crush! And there I was, thinking that my decade-long hyperfixation with the zombification process would never come in handy!!!

The rest is under the cut because it's a long read.

(As if anyone will care LOL)

I'll be honest and say I watched it mostly because I read somewhere it was a teen movie set in 2007 about a bunch of teens, and guess who also was a teen back then? I even visited Oxford in summer 2006. Though people had long forgotten Murder on the dancefloor. I think the hit was I don't feel like Dancing. Rosamund Pike was still known as Jane Bennet to most people, and she was in London starring in a Tennessee William's play -I know because I had a leaflet, and I think I have it somewhere still. Oh those were the days!

But in the end, I'm glad I didn't know a lot about it, so I could enjoy with fresh eyes and no preconcieved notions, which I did, up to a point. Then I stopped.

Please note that I will only described the themes here, because if I were to nitpick the plot (especially its insane timeline) I may never finish. Though I do wish we'd seen the dialogue between Lady Catton and her lawyers at the end: I may buy her being stupid enough to give away her inheritance to some kid she knew years ago, but I absolutely don't buy her legal firm accepting it.

Ehm. Anyway.

It has been described as a "eat-the-rich" film, and in a way it is, in the same way The Witch is about female empowerment.

As I said before, much of the audience's confusion towards that movie comes from the fact that we see women's liberation and empowerment as a good thing, whereas the folktales clearly depicted it as a bad thing. The same thing happens here.

The protagonist does, in a way, eat the rich people around him, or rather he drinks them, since it mostly uses the vampire metaphor, but it's not supposed to be a good thing. I've read somewhere it's supposed to be "ambiguous" but no, sorry, there's nothing ambiguous about it. The upper class is depicted as stupid and kind of rude, but ultimately harmless. Most notably, we don't even know how they made so much money, though it's hard to belive they made it by being silly and harmless.

In contrast, Oliver lies all the time, and the big twists* about him are that he faked his poverty, revealing a wallet full of money (because if you have money in your wallet or even bank account that means you can spend it. Budget? What's that?) and that he faked his interest for Felix, at least initially. Perhaps he did come to love him eventually, but his desire is always tied to creepy or downright necrophilic acts, showing that for him, they're one and the same. The representation is crude, but the message is clear: the only way two members of different classes can be equal and in a loving relationship is if one of them is dead, and if you allow any mingling between the classes, lower one will absorb the upper one until there's nothing left of it.

Yeah, well, I don't care for that, to say the least.

I do understand the movie is symbolic, it's not like they're trying to hide it: there are vampires, doppelgangers, ghosts, fairies, minotaurs, pagan gods, and so on. I was sad for a moment there were no zombies, but then again, it's better this way: zombies represent undenturent servitude and slavery, and this is a movie where being faithful to your master is shown as a good thing. I really don't want to see a story where a Zombie Master is the good guy.

(You know you hit rock bottom when fucking D&D are better at themes than you)

So yeah, I do get it Oliver is a symbol. It's just that I think he's the symbol of something awful, right from the Victorian Era, with all its anxiety and fears about social mobility. It may be wrapped in a shiny package to appeal to young people but the content is reactionary and very dangerous.

Besides, even at a symbolic level, it's a failure: even the evilest vampire is made, not born. Who turned Oliver first? And where is it? Is it still out there, haunting Britain, Europe, and possibly the world, like a ghost? Nobody seems to care.

(Yeah, that's another thing: the upper class screaming for help because they're hunted by ghosts. Yeah, well, I sure hope you are. The question is by which)

(No, I'm afraid Dickens won't be of any help this time. Trust me, he really won't)

It isn't even that I don't understand the fear of being preyed upon and sucked dry by people close to you. I do, and it's even happened to me. But in my experience, the relationship with those people tend to complicated and very difficult to parse. In a way, it's almost a comforting fantasy thinking of them as machiavellian geniuses out to get you, rather than people who have their own shit going on who just don't care about your feelings as you care for theirs. Or who just don't like you as you like them.

Speaking of which, I've seen people argue this is not a story about class but rather about shitty individuals, but it doesn't work. Just like Eggers' Witches are inextricably tied to their gender, and the horror comes from the difference between how women ought to behave and how the witches behave, Oliver's deeds are tied to his middle class extraction, and the horror comes from the difference between what he does and how he ought to behave instead.

And the members of the "lower class" do know how they should behave: indeed, towards the end we see Oliver being looked at with disgust by the manor's servants, and the butler is very antagonistic towards him. Tellingly, the movie's original ending showed Oliver being served the same breakfast he had refused at the beginning, symbolizing the fact that for the working class he will always be an usurper who may have inserted himself into the upper class but doesn't have the "right blood". I guess this was a little too much even for them.

Finally, it costs me to admit it, but even those filthy rich people have to work, or at least some of them do. The illusion of living a carefree life full of leasures is just that, an illusion. Once Oliver's dance is over, he's got a shitload of work ahead of him, possibly for the rest of his life. If he were a true-born (lol) parasite, that would scare him shitless.

I did like the deer costume though, it was neat. I also liked the dance, but I would have chosen Can't touch this instead.

TL; DR: Watch The Talented Mr Ripley instead. And then watch US by Jordan Peele. Ok it's set in a different country with different politics and blah blah blah, but at least it knows what story it's telling and also zombie metaphors are so much better for these things. Also I'd recommend The Shadow by Andersen too. It's a nice story that predates a lot of the modern doppelganger ones.

*Get it??? Oliver's Twists???? No but really, of all the literary references this is the one that makes the least sense. It just so happens that Dickens did, in fact, write about a villain focused on slowly evicting his master from his house in a parasitic way, and he was also compared to a vampire (and a zombie too, though Dickens doesn't use that word of course. And I think there's some ambiguous shit going on with him too, if you know what I mean). The difference is that Dickens, as a member of the middle class, wants to protect the middle class' interests so he depicts the working class member as the evil parasite. I guess what goes around comes around.

Couldn't anyone just...I don't know, google all this shit? It's not like Dickens is some unknown writer. I also don't think the Midsummer Night's Dream references were relevant, but I guess Othello would have been too obvious? IDK. Slutty fairies are cool, though.

#saltburn #saltburn meta #emerald fennel #saltburn critical #classism #this became way longer than I intended #also that summer in england was cold i know because my brother was there at the time so I asked him

[katzwaddell00]

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#cho thuê tivi uy tín nhất hà nội

[toytulini]

One day i will make my hot take post about how picky eaters deserve so much better but my brain is not there yet

#toy txt post #attempted summary: even in the posts j see on this site it feels like so many ppl need there to be excuses to be 'picky' about food #and i for one am tired of it. i think it should be socially acceptable to just not like food. it just doesn't agree with your tastebuds. #you have no desire to eat it. and its not rude and its not anyone's fault and its not a fucking moral failure or judgement and #generally is not that hard to accommodate if ur respectful and communicate honestly #i think the only reason you need to be socially ~excused~ from eating food you dont like without being seen are rude for it #is that you dont like it. it doesnt taste good to u. i think a world where that was acceptable would be better for everyone and also #better for ppl with allergies and food sensitivities too. #idk i just hate that it seems like you need these big dramatic reasons not to eat smth. often things that are like. personal medical details #that you may not want to share with every random person involved with your food. #like it feels like i see a lot on here thats like. respect ppl w sensory issues to food! a lot of neurodiverse folx have strong issues with #like texture and itll will make you literally feel like youre gonna die! and like yea respect ppl w sensory issues but why dont we take it a #step further and normalize just not liking food? not being passive aggressive about some1 always getting the same food or not trying things? #normalize not liking food without it being seen as some kind of personal slight or rudeness or smth bc what your tastebuds said no? #like you cant fucking control your tastebuds. youre probably not actively choosing to hurt grandma's feelings by being grossed out #by her shepard's pie bc you hate mashed potatoes and you really hate mashed potatoes mixed with all your other food no matter who makes them #and thats not your fault and its not grandma's fault thats just your tastebuds being different #and im not saying its okay to idk be rude to someone and rag on their homecooked meal they made you like youre gordon ramsay like #i just think it should be more acceptable to say 'sorry i just dont like potatoes very much so i wont be eating them' without it being seen #as a personal attack on the cook and everyone on the earth who loves mashed potatoes. #okay i should go. im just rambling now and its 3pm and i really need to clean my room. going to attempt to make it not smell like cat piss #for 10 whole minutes. would be nice. anyway i think i yelled about this on discord like a yr ago and i think it was better worded then #but like. picky eater rights or whatever. be nice to your picky eater siblings for me. stop calling them dinner dictators. #yes this is personal i dont like to go out to eat with my family anymore bc im nothing but a hindrance who dares to want to go to a place #where they actually serve at least one thing i know i will like so that i can actually eat some dinner at dinner. god forbid i want to eat #my food without hating it or not want to waste money on food i either know i wont eat or is very likely i wont eat. #guh okay im going now

[fallenshatteredcrystals]

Hey, hey, hey, I'm having some real brainrot for Yandere Ei Can I have some Yandere Ei content to consume please?

Hon, you just dug yourself into a grave. Your wish is my command -Chaos

"Out of Touch"-Yandere Ei Headcanons

TW: Imprisonment, unhealthy relationships, obsessive mindsets, emotional manipulation, The Puppet coming into play and being rude as always, slight gaslighting. DNI IF THESE THEMES MAKE YOU UPSET

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT SUPPORT TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, IF YOU ARE IN ONE PLEASE, PLEASE TRY TO GET OUT OF IT AND TO SAFETY. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

Character: Ei/Raiden Shogun

Reader is Gender Neutral/No specific pronouns are used.

Requested: Yes

🔒Requests are closed🔒

Master list coming soon...

💜-How unfortunate for you. This all started all because you caught a the Raiden Shoguns eyes. She finds you interesting. A little too interesting

💜- Let's just say, The Raiden Shogun takes great pride in taking care of her beautiful things. Yet she's not afraid to break them down from the inside out.

💜-She's not possessive, or overly protective, and she has no desire to turn you into some obedient pet, but you're not going to be spending time with many other people, let alone outside of her little realm. She's in the gray area when it comes to her obsessive behavior

💜- She'll keep you locked in the Plane of Euthymia, to keep you safe and by her side if things get bad. After all, you're her darling, she doesn't want you getting hurt.

💜-This won't last forever however, she still has priorities, besides, she doesn't want to limit your freedom. Not like you'd be able to escape Inazuma, she won't let you.

💜- Her first priority is still reaching the ideal eternity she envisions for Inazuma, however, when she retreats into herself, you're going to be left with the Raiden Shogun.

💜-Her puppet simply won't understand, The hollow being who's never going to understand her creator's fondness for you, much less love you. However she's not going to do anything to you, she has to treat you like you're something precious, something delicate, and to her, that means locking you up in Tenshukaku, the palace where the Raiden Shogun resides.

💜-She'll treat you like a doll, but she won't hesitate to be forceful at times, after all, it's her job to take care of you. Forcing food and water down your throat when you refuse to eat. Not giving you a proper reaction to any insults you throw at her. And certainly, she has zero tolerance for escape attempts, she'll chain you to the floor if that's what keeps you there, but she won't do it unless its a last resort.

💜-This is of course, on purpose, Ei could just lock you away with her permanently, but she chooses not to, she wants you to willingly be in the realm, that way she doesn't have to lock you up all the time. That way she can continue her tasks without you getting in the way.

💜-Whenever Ei visits, she'll pull you away from her cold puppet, giving you a break of the harsh reality. She'll spend her time with you curled against her chest, begging her not to leave, begging her to not leave you with her puppet. She'll simply give you a soft, yet manipulative smile and respond with the same response she always gives you, "You'll be fine dear, it's not that bad, I'm always here with you. Don't worry about my puppet, just focus on me" She'll say as she gently plays with your hair, gaslighting you into a false sense of security, after all, you don't need to worry about anything.

💜-The sad truth is, she rarely ever stays for any longer than a few hours, once in awhile she'll stay for a day but she'll leave you. Making you want her presence and her love only.

💜-Ei, herself isn't all that bad, truly, she's just very manipulative and knows how to fool others. Especially when it comes to you, leaving anyone with the hollow shell she calls her puppet would make anyone easy to manipulate.

"Please don't go! Don't leave me here with her, she's cold, she's mean, I don't want to be with her." You said through tears, Ei simply kissed your forehead softly and gently wiped your tears away. She couldn't stand to see you this upset, but she had to deal with it.

"Shhh dear, please stop crying, your face is getting all red and puffy from it, calm down." Ei spoke softly as she lifted you into her lap, gently rubbing your back, it was getting around the time for her to leave and she knew you'd break down, this happened every time.

Ei let out a gentle sigh and repositioned you in her lap, making you lay gently on her chest, she then started to play with your hair in a soothing way, to try and help you calm down, she wasn't going to leave until you were calm in some form. It was rare for her to leave while you were very upset like this.

"You have to stay, she's not that bad, shes just taking her time to warm up to you, that's all... Once time passes you won't have to worry about her, eventually you'll come around and come with me to my realm." Ei said softly as you have a nod, she knew you didn't want to go to The Plane of Euthymia, thats why she wants you to go willingly.

Ei sat there with you in her lap, gently playing with your hair and keeping you calm, putting your cries and desperate begging to a rest. She sat there with you until you fell asleep in her arms.

You aren't getting out of this circle of obsession for quite some time, as long as Ei has you wrapped around her finger, you aren't leaving her, ever.

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[willwriteforhugs]

the most beautiful girl i’ve ever known- jung hoseok

boyfriend! hobi x chubby! reader- one shot !

word count: 2.3k

genre: angst

synopsis: you’ve always struggled with confidence- it’s simply part of who you are. always the chubby student in the class, always the one wearing pants instead of a mini skirt. as an adult, you tried to make peace with it, but after a horrible run in with your coworker, you feel like you just can’t do it anymore- at least, until your boyfriend takes things into his own hands. hoseok’s determined to get you to realize your own beauty, and he’ll do anything for that to happen.

warnings: body-shaming, work harassment, swearing, minor arguing

a/n: wow, first bts fic, here we go...

this fic was requested by a sweet anon- and if they’re reading this, i hope i did the request justice! i think i did well, though i tried to treat the topic with love and respect.

i hope everyone enjoys <333

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your apartment building’s elevator makes a polite dinging noise as the doors slide smoothly shut- and for the second time since they opened, you thank god the small space is empty. 

elevators are generally silent places, but now the box is filled with the sound of your rushed, uneven breathing. you rotate so your back is pressed into the corner of the moving elevator, pressing a hand to your face. hot, silent tears stream down your cheeks. your thoughts are a jumbled mess: 

god, how embarrassing. crying in a public elevator. anyone could walk in right now. 

you try to take a stabilizing breath- but you quickly realize the attempt was in vain. your inhale causes you to hiccup and choke, making you cry even harder. you bury your face in your hands, wondering what you’d done to deserve this. 

‘why this body? why?’ you think to yourself. it was a thought that came all too quickly, and one you were familiar with.

you don’t think you were ugly, not necessarily- but you certainly don’t think you were desirable, either. being overweight had always had that effect- not complete hopelessness, but a serious lack of overall confidence. and it’s not like you can help it- you try your best to stay healthy, but genetics do what genetics do. so you are overweight. some days, that fact it didn’t bug you- but today was not one of those days.

in the moment, you feel yourself reach up down and clutch at your own arms, squeezing the soft flesh. you groan quietly, unwillingly reliving what had caused this spiral in the first place.

one hour ago:

you had begun the day in a positive mood, really- but that had all gone to shit once the work day began. 

you had a new coworker- mr. lee. he wasn’t your superior, but he liked to be called by his surname, apparently. he’d been hired on a whim two weeks ago, when the company lost the long time employee that previously held mr. lee’s position. 

the man, though being probably a decade your senior, had a childlike way of going about the work day. he laughed at things that weren’t funny, and tried to make conversation even when you had your earbuds in.

you hated him, naturally. 

he was just too much. over-caffeinated, controlling, and immature- basically everything you despised in a peer.

however- or up until today, at least- you’d been able to tolerate him. but while you were on lunch break, mr. lee drew the last straw with you.

he’d walked into the breakroom, already making too much noise. he was humming, and tapping his foot, and running the microwave, all at the same time. and, unfortunately, you were the only other person in the room- so he made a beeline straight for you. 

“afternoon, peach!” he’d said. you hated the nickname, and had no idea of its origins.

“hi,” you grumbled, staring down at your food.

“i didn’t see you come in this morning.”

you made a noncommittal noise. “got here early.”

“right.” the man replied. 

a beat passed, and the two of you settled into a stiff silence, only disrupted by the sound of your eating.

and finally, the vulture had a point of interest.

“you really gonna eat all that?” he’d said, looking pointedly down at your meal.

you’d frowned at the comment, and dodged the question. “why do you ask?” you’d replied.

“well, you know. didn’t think a girl like you would need all of that, right?”

you set your fork down, trying to keep your breathing even. before you had been able to come up with an answer, though, he’d continued:

“i mean, you should be trying to lose weight.” he leaned into the word ‘lose’, as if speaking to a child. 

you remember your anger had begun to dissipate, quickly replaced by offence and sadness. you’d stood up quickly, grabbing at your things so you could leave. 

mr. lee had frowned at your reaction. “come on now,” he’d said. “there’s no need to feel upset, i’m only being honest with you. you don’t want me to lie, do you? you’re fat, you may as well know.”

you spun on him. “and what’s so wrong with being fat?”

before he could supply you with an answer (which he surely thought he had) you’d stormed out of the room and requested the afternoon off.

and now here you are. 

you stumble a bit on your way out of the elevator, cursing as you nearly drop your bag. when you finally make it to your door, it takes three tries to get the code correct.

you sigh heavily as the door to your apartment swings open. to your surprise, you find the lights still on, and it takes you a moment to realize why. 

it’s friday.

hoseok had the day off. 

shit.

you kick off your shoes and shut the door quickly, abandoning any efforts to be quiet. your own sniffles seem loud as you scramble to shut yourself in the hallway bathroom. you don’t want him to see you like this- crying, puffy, and chubby as usual.

right as you slam the bathroom door shut, you hear his voice.

“y/n?”

you grimace, clamping a hand over your mouth to stifle the sounds of your crying. 

“y/n-ah, is that you?”

you hear your boyfriend pad into the hallway, and his steps falter when he discovers your belongings strewn about by the front door. there’s a pause, then the footsteps continue to the bathroom door- where, on the other side, you’re slumped against the cabinets. 

hoseok knocks gently. “y/n? love, are you alright? i thought you worked until five today...” 

when you don’t answer, he continues. “are you sick?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, and a small sob tears its way out of your mouth.

you can tell your boyfriend heard it, because his voice becomes even more frantic. “y/n?” he says, leaning against the door.

oh, hoseok. sweet, innocent hoseok. he was always so kind to you. you remember the day when he first asked you out- you’d been convinced it was a prank at first, but when you realized he was being genuine, you’d fallen for him instantly. now, you know that genuine was all hobi ever was.

he’d never called you fat. it had crossed your mind, of course- whether or not your size bugged him, or if he had to defend you to his friends- but whenever you’d been brave enough to ask about it, hoseok would always respond with: “of course not, my love, you’re beautiful.”

you’d never pushed it, though now you realize you always wanted to. 

now you remove your hand from your mouth, taking a shaky breath. your voice trembles as you finally respond: ‘”i’m okay, i’m- i’m not sick or anything.”

you hear your boyfriend’s body slide down the length of the door, ultimately settling on the ground in front of it. you lean forward so your head is pressed against the wood- the two of you are sitting face to face, with only the closed door keeping you apart.

“y/n-ah, talk to me.” hoseok says. “please.”

your shoulders shake as another wave of tears crashes over you. “i’m sorry,” you manage. “i’m just- i’m not feeling very good right now.”

you can tell hobi’s face is pressed into the door from how close his voice sounds. his words are tinged with distress. “what happened?”

you sigh, overwhelmed with shame and anger. you don’t want to tell him- but of course, you know you have to anyways. if for anything, just to wipe the sad curiosity out of his voice.

“you remember- do you remember how i have that awful new coworker?” you croak.

there was a pause, then: “the older one?” 

“yeah. he’s annoying. and rude.” 

“okay, yeah. i remember.” hoseok says quietly, urging you to continue.

you inhale slowly. “he just- he said some things to me today, and i-”

hobi interrupts you suddenly, his tone having gone sharp. “what kind of things?”

you pause. “he said... things about my body. he said i needed to lose weight.”

hoseok says nothing, which is always worrisome. you can practically feel his emotions through the solid wooden door- a chaotic mix of distress, concern, and red-hot fury.

after a moment, your boyfriend speaks up. “y/n-ah.”

you hum dully in response.

“can you please open the door?”

you frown, but decide not to fight it. you know he’s only trying to help. so you reach up and scoot back a few feet so that the door can open inwards. hoseok, who had been so faithfully slumped on the other side, shuffles inside the small bathroom, still on his knees.

when he meets your eyes, you can see his heartbreak, and he can see yours. without any hesitation, he reaches forward and takes your face in his hands, softly caressing your tear-streaked cheeks.

you lean into his touch, allowing your body to fall forward into his. he slips an arm around your abdomen in support. 

a few minutes pass without speaking, the air filled only with the sounds of hobi’s hand running over your back, and your laboured breathing.

finally, your counterpart speaks up. “y/n- is that all he said? the one thing?”

he places his hand on your jaw to lift your face away from his chest, wanting to meet your eyes.

you sigh, pulling away. “no, he- he told me that i should eat less, and that-” your breath catches. “well, he said i was fat.”

hoseok’s jaw clenches, and you shift in his arms. “what?” you whisper.

his eyes are aflame when he responds. “why would he say those things to you? i just- why did he think he’d have any right?”

you look away. “i don’t know. male workplace entitlement.”

hobi gives a wry chuckle. “that’s no excuse.”

“i know.”

“we’ll report him, alright? i will, if you won’t. that’s no way to be speaking to coworkers.”

you nod vaguely as hobi runs his hands up and down your arms. trapped underneath you, your right foot begin to fall asleep. 

“baby?” your boyfriend asks after a minute.

“do you think he’s right?” you burst, eyes burning. “do you think i need to lose weight?”

hoseok’s face falls, and he grasps at your wrists. “y/n,” he starts.

“no,” you interrupt. “really, hoseok. i- i’m not enough for you, am i? i don’t know why you stay with me. you’re way out of my league.”

“y/n!” hobi snaps. his tone is suddenly sharp.

you shut your mouth, already regretting your words.

“my love.” hoseok whispers, his voice breaking. “how could you say that?”

you choke on a dry sob, unable to answer.

your boyfriend’s eyes search your face, desperate for an answer that isn’t there. “how could you ever think that you aren’t good enough? and- what, just because you aren’t skinny?”

you look down at the floor as he continues, blinking rapidly. the tears really won’t stop. 

“that’s a silly way to think.” hoseok says quietly. “and i know that for a fact, y/n. because you are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever known. and you always will be, no matter how big you are. you could be four sizes smaller, or four sizes larger, and i would love you all the same.”

you burrow your face further into his chest. “you mean it?” your voice comes out in a whimper.

“absolutely.” he says, not hesitating. “there is no version of events where you aren’t good enough for me. you’re too good for me, honestly. sometimes i think you deserve better.”

you pull away now, frowning. “that’s not true.”

“why not?”

“well,” you falter. “because i love you. and i chose you. i chose you because i love you, and i don’t want anybody else.”

above you, hoseok smiles gently, waiting for you to hear your own words.

the realization hits, and you understand suddenly. he wanted you to say that, to hear it from yourself.

“oh,” you whisper.

“now do you get it?”

you sniffle, grateful that your tears have mostly subsided. “yeah,” you mumble. “i get it.”

“good.” hobi pauses. “i love you, y/n. and it doesn’t matter what anyone else says about you, because you’re gorgeous, and you’re important. and you will never be defined by your body. i’ll call your office and report that awful guy, alright?”

you nod silently.

“okay.” he says, nudging your arm. “now how about you get cleaned up? since you’re home early we can spend the whole evening together if you’d like.”

you perk up at that. “oh- yes, i want to.”

hoseok smiles. “i thought so. here-” he rises to his feet, extending a hand to help you. you take it, placing your palm in his. he lifts you to standing, then smiles again.

“don’t worry, my love. i’ll fix your mood right up. i even have some sample tracks i could show you!”

you smile gently. “that sounds nice.”

as he turns to leave, you clear your throat. “hoseok.”

he turns quickly, eyebrows raised. “hmm?”

you gesture for him to come closer, and as soon as he’s in arm’s reach, you lean over and kiss him.

it’s a gentle kiss, really. a kiss that says i love you, and a kiss that says thank you, for everything.

hoseok hums into your mouth, hands quickly finding your waist. you lean into him, body and mind buzzing. kissing hoseok is your favorite, because each time is just a little different. 

your hands find his hair, and you smile against his mouth. you can feel him smile back.

he kisses you for just a moment longer, then pulls away. 

he rests his forehead on yours, sighing lightly.

and you know that you have never felt more loved, more beautiful, more safe, then you do in that moment, with him. 

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[zackcrazyvalentine]

i am the anon who asked earlier about the character limit ! i’m ready to send my ask now-

so could you write something about a female mc (or gender neutral it’s up to you !) that doesn’t take a shit form anyone ? like when someone bother she just “tsk” before threatening them and the bois are like “wtf that was kind of hot tho-“ .

i can see them just simping for her like we simp for them and it’s making me laugh-

also i’m not really sure if you write for them but a small reaction of perhaps side-characters to her ?

i’m really asking for too much skdkdjdksowkw-

thank for reading it and i hope i’m not bothering you ! ( ´ ▽ ` )

Alright, for this one, anon allowed me to pick some Twst guys to react to MC

But, ahem…. hope they’re (and y’all are) happy with the way I carried this out

Neige (& dwarves) + Che’nya are also included, as they wished to see side characters react to this MC too

Let’s get started (bc it’s loooong)~! 

HAPPY 1st ANNIVERSARY, EVERYONE!! 🥳🎉

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OVERVIEW

Heartslabyul: Riddle is very surprised at her behavior and may scold her for it, but he secretly admires the confidence and will to stand up for herself. Trey is also taken aback, but well… if that helps her get through NRC, fine by him (he pretends not to see). Cater SIIIIIIMPS like duuuude THAT ATTITUDE IS WHAT HE DESIRES TO HAVE AGAINST HIS SISTERS (she’s his role model now). And man, do I even need to say what Ace and Deuce think? PLAIN FUN, and they simp, Deuce a little more than Ace.

Savanaclaw SIMPS and simps HARD. Ruggie and Leona due to females in Afterglow Savana being overall more respected. Not to mention IRL lionesse are in charge of hunting and female hyenas are the dominant ones in pairs. Jack I see as someone who admires people who are strong and can stand for themselves, and a no bullshit MC is wow… but perhaps he thinks maybe she could be a little more polite.

Octavinelle is a little hard to read. Azul first is very surprised and a bit offended, but once he finds out she acts this way towards everyone and anyone… Be ready to become his 3rd bodyguard lol. Leech Twins adore to annoy her, Floyd provokes her more with tugs and shoves while Jade can just throw ANY comment her way with that smile to trigger the instinct; she’s become their little plaything of sorts.

Scarabia: Kalim is SHOOKED!!!! The first time he hears her comments leaves him with a surprised pikachu face. Jamil is startled a bit, but man… SIMPS, and is like "you speak my inner thoughts".

Pomefiore: Vil is also VERY surprised, but admires the way she so willingly defends herself with only words and harsh glares (anger looks very pretty on her). Rook SIMP, yuuup. He's amazed at how just one comment and death stare from her has magic wielders cowering in fear, gets goosebumps from excitement when those are directed at him. Epel simps too! Like DAMN HE WANTS TO STAND UP FOR HIMSELF LIKE THAT!!! No more stupid etiquette classes, time to be tough! (Vil quickly turns his plan to dirt tho lol)

Ignihyde: Idia is ?????? At times, he's very intimidated by her, but on other occasions he's ready to talk back (this especially when he's communicating through the tablet). Ortho is shook, too. For someone who comes from another world and is scared by many possible scenarios in this Wonderland, they're surprisingly brave. He likes her! Get ready to be his Big sis

Oh man, Diasomnia… Malleus is surprised when he first sees the change of attitude, since she's nice in his nightly visits to Ramshackle, but very soon he'll be like "I like this human" Slowly becomes her simp.  Lilia is VERY amused by her behavior and sometimes likes to provoke her. As soon as a threat is thrown his way, however, he'll be ready to throw one back as he smiles brightly. Silver is surprised, they all cower before her, how?! He may or may not simp, but he absolutely looks up to her (wishes to be more assertive like that). Boy oh boy… Sebek… SHOOKED; just try to say something rude to his Young Master, get ready for the loudest "EXCUSE ME?!" and following rant. Shooked and shooked TO THE CORE.

ALL the staff are very irritated by her antics, but the ones more vocal about it that have a little back and forth with her are Crowley and Crewel. Sam just laughs it off, besides it's rare for her to threaten him (mainly bc he gives special discounts for her).

BOY...RSA… Neige is SHOOKED, but rudeness never stopped him from making friends and pull a smile out of them (well, ya better stop right there bc she's ready to PUNCH). Needless to say, majority of dwarves are surprised too… except, Grant who just chuckles and says like Jamil "speaking my inner thoughts".  Che'nya acts as if it's the most normal thing, doesn't flinch back or anything ("we're all mad in our own ways~ it's the norm here")

In the end, all of them simp for her, one way or another~ (and let her get away with a handful of stuff bc simps)

Heartslabyul

"Aren't you the cutest little thing~? Look at your lil' nose sniffing my finger so adorably!!" The [color] haired girl gushed at the hedgehog in her hand, carefully petting its colorful quills.

Someone sighed in irritation at her behavior, "Stop that! We're not allowed to pamper the hedgehogs like that, so cut it off!"

[Color] eyes narrowed at the intruder, "And who here says I care what you, or the rules, say? They're animals, pets practically. You need to show them affection for them to live long, happy lives, dumbass."

At the small scene, Trey interrupted, “Let's please act accordingly. Come on, we need help painting the roses." The 3rd year signaled the other Heartslabyul student to follow.

"What?! No, not fair! How come she's not getting punished for this when we get scolded for it?!" He raised his voice.

"Hey now, leave [Name]-chan alone, she isn’t bothering anyone. Be a good kouhai and listen to Trey-senpai. Remember vice dorm leader is just as respected as dorm leader here." Cater cut in, trying to somehow make things lighter.

"Bull-!" Before the guy could even finish his sentence, Riddle appeared.

"What seems to be the matter here? At this rate, if you keep getting distracted with unimportant things, we won't have our preparations ready." The redhead followed their gazes to the girl sitting on the floor surrounded by a rainbow of hedgehogs.

"Ah, I understand." Riddle nodded.

"Thank-!" However, the student was once more cut off by the 2nd year.

"[Surname] was appointed by me personally as hedgehog caretaker. Her activities consist of cleaning cages, feeding, and the important task of pampering them with affection and love." Heartslabyul's dorm head explained, "We do play croquet frequently, and many 1st years don't treat our animals superb. Not to mention, it is said the Queen of Hearts herself would pamper her hedgehog just like [Surname] is doing… Admirable, don’t you think?"

"Are we clear now?" Slate grey eyes looked sternly at his dormmate.

Defeated, the boy accepted. "Yes, dorm leader Rosehearts."

"Go help Cater and Trey with rose duty." Riddle dismissed the boy.

On his way out, a certain troublesome 1st year made an indirect comment.

"That's why you get informed before complaining about things~" Ace teased.

Deuce smacked his friend on the back of the head, "Shut it, we committed the same mistake when we first saw [Name] baby talking the hedgehogs."

"H-Hey! There was no need to reveal that!"

Savanaclaw

Full cafeteria, the worst scenario ever. Not to mention both [Name] and Grim were starving.

So, when she saw an opportunity to get in line for the (oddly) short line for [fav. food], she did. However…

“What the fuck’s up with you?! Just because you’re a girl ya think ya get special treatment, dumbass?!” Some random rude student said.

Oh, bad move, idiot.

All [Name] had to do was throw an icy glare their way and turn away slowly for the boy to tremble in his socks.

Human and Grim picked their full and finally headed to any empty spot available, which resulted in them sitting with the Savanaclaw students, who watched the scene unfold.

“[Name]-san, that’s some temper you’ve got-” Ruggie began talking, but was immediately silenced by the same icy stare.

“To hell with that, I am hungry and ready to destroy the world, so better keep your mouth shut to see your future.” The girl grumbled, taking the first bite of her precious meal.

Three pairs of ears flattened in shock, looking at one another to agree on what they experienced right now.

“Wait a second…” Ruggie thought, breath hitching after receiving such cold glare.

Jack kept a watchful eye as he drank his water, strange warmth crawled up his face. “That was…”

Leona, for once, looked awake enough. Green eyes with a tinge of respect reflected in them, teasing smile slowly developing on his face. “Seems like the herbivore has some fight in her… Nice, very nice…”

“That was… very attractive…” The trio gulped down whatever they were eating, before averting their gaze elsewhere to hide the blush. Except Leona, he chuckled silently before looking down at his plate to recover from the little display of power from her part.

Meanwhile, the otherworldly student and cat monster shared a confused look. “Weirdos… Do they enjoy seeing me eat? Yeah, not sitting down with them again.” [Name] decided.

Octavinelle

"Keobi-chan~!"

"Not again…" [Name] grumbled between teeth. Just as she thought she was out and away from the whole Octavinelle trio, these two come again for her.

"Let's go, koebi-chan! Azul wasn’t done talking with you~” Floyd grabbed onto her arm and tugged.

“You two never know when to stop, or do you?” Grim swiped at Floyd’s hand as best he could from the girl’s shoulder.

Then came the chuckle she hated most, that instantly ignited that fight or flight instinct in her. “Please, Floyd is simply stating the truth. Azul is adamant in speaking to [Surname]-san, it’s only expected of her to allow him some time. After all, he was so gracious to lend his help when she most needed.” Jade linked his arm with her free on and began walking.

“Oi! Get your hands off me! I’ve heard enough from Azul! I’ve declined the offer more than enough times for it to get through his head!” The [hair color] stood her ground as much she could, but the two towering eels still dragged her to their destination.

Floyd laughed, “Little shrimp fighting for her life when she’s already lost~” He shot Jade a look and his twin immediately knew what he wanted to do. They lifted her from the ground and began swaying side to side.

“What the hell?! Let me down, let me go! I’ve had enough of you! We’ve helped Azul more than enough already!” [Name] and Grim were left to flair and yell more protests while the twins chuckled and laughed at their predicament.

Eventually, they arrived at Octavinelle and the two-halves-of-a-whole students were plopped down onto the couch inside Azul’s V.I.P. office. The tweels left them with those sinister pointy teethed smiles of theirs, sending chills down the duo’s spines.

“Now now, [Name]-san, Grim-san, do keep your voice down. I’ve got a deal much better than our last offer. Hear me out, now would you?” Azul spoke, suave and sleazy as ever.

“No, cut it out already! Just accept I won’t-!” Her complaints were interrupted by the octomer’s firm statement.

“One meal!” After noticing he had their attention, the dorm leader continued, “One free meal for the two of you each day, along with some Madol… All for [Name]-san’s intimidation services and Grim-san cleaning dishes.”

“Make it TWO meals and it’s a deal!” Grim quickfired.

“NO! No, no!” The [color] eyed refuted. She leaned close to Ashengrotto over the desk, eyes narrow and eyebrows furrowed, “...Make it two free meals AND drinks daily, with a nice pay… and throw in some deluxe tuna cans from time to time…”

Grim perked up at that, eyes shifting from human to merman as they stared each other down to see who relented first.

Azul sighed, “Very well…” A gloved hand came forward, “Have we got a deal?”

[Eye color] looked into baby blue, before nodding and shaking his hand. “A deal it is, but” [Name] leaned even closer, right on the gray haired’s face, “Let it be known that just you fail once on giving the pay and it’s over, Ashengrotto.”

He snorted, “Oh, no need to worry about that, I always hold onto my end of the contract.” Taunting gaze mocked the [hair color], “The thing is, can you?”

“This damn Octavinelle people..!” [Name] felt fire light up her veins from anger and irritation at his words.

Scarabia

“Grim, look! We once more have a delicious cream cheese for you to enjoy with crackers!” The ever excitable Kalim exclaimed, reading a pair of crackers to feed Grim.

Before his hand could get any close to the scared cat’s face, [skin tone] hads grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Kalim, how many more times do I have to tell you?! Stop that!” An exasperated sigh followed her words. She let go of his arm.

Kalim (and pretty much all of Scarabia) looked at her. “No, not those big round cute ruby eyes…” The girl thought, feeling herself relent already. “Only for you… only for this ray of sunshine will I try to be less on the fence…”

[Name] cleared her throat, “W-Why don’t you… try asking Grim properly if he would like some first, instead of just shoving the food in his mouth!” An awkward giggle left her lips. “Was that better?! That did not sound better, at all! No!! It was harsh!” 

Silence carried on afterwards, making her feel even more awkward and nervous of her actions. There’s a first time for everything.

“She’s right on that. You understand, don’t you, Kalim?” Jamil broke the silence, turning everyone’s eyes to him now. “As host, you should offer your visits amenities correctly, not force them upon them.” The dark haired boy remained focused on his plate of curry while he informed his dormmate.

“Oh! Of course, of course!” The dorm leader snapped out of his zoning out, “Apologies! Grim, would you like to try the cream cheese?” Kalim recovered his pep, bringing close the plate of cheese and crackers to Grim.

“Ah… No, thank you…” The monster declined. “However… I would like to try the dates you have over there.”

“Sure, no worries! Try as much food as you like! This banquet is for everyone to enjoy, after all!” Just like that, everyone’s spirits were lifted, and the party returned to its full swing.

From across the table, Jamil threw the [hair color] a smirk and a nod. She looked away with a faint blush on her cheeks.

Pomefiore

“She dares show her face here, dressed like that?”

“And with a stinky, dirty raccoon hanging from her shoulder.”

“As always, these pretentious idiots…” [Name] tried to steel herself, taking deep breaths as she carried on towards the Pomefiore common room. Vil asked for her presence here for some idea he had in mind and wanted to carry on.

“Fuh-nyah, this place always smells like perfume… Has me sneezing all over, eugh.” Grim rubbed his nose to ease the itching.

The girl giggled lightly, petting her companion. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the smell in a few seconds.”

“Ah, Trickster [Name], Monsieur Hirsute! Bienvenue à Pomefiore!” Rook welcomed them, as colorful as ever.

“[N-Name]? You’ve been… summoned here, as well?” Epel seemed surprised to see his friends here.

Vil stood up from the throne, “And just in time you’re both here. Could’ve done with a few extra minutes of head start, but at least you’re here and didn't arrive late.” The elegant 3rd year went over to explain his idea to the 1st years.

However, as the dorm head explained, the comments continued…

“Seriously, can’t she take the hint she’s not wanted here?”

“As a girl, she should know to take better care for herself.”

“Alright that’s it.” The Ramshackle prefect took a very deep breath and interrupted Vil, “Yeah, uh, apologies for cutting you off, but let me take care of some matters.” Turning around, the [color] haired looked over at the group that kept saying unasked opinions.

“Hey, you pompous people with deliriums of grandiose!” At the start of her screaming, Vil and Rook braced for the worse while Epel drew a very big smirk.

Everyone kept their dignified faces, sure that their dorm leader and vice head would have their backs.

“I dress bad? I don’t take care of my skin, nails, lips, hair? Grim isn’t always smelling nice?”

“Hey! What with that, [Name]?!”  “Shush, you…”

“Just because I’m a girl you dare assume what I should act like?!” She scoffed, “Well, let me see you survive in a world far different than your own, disoriented and with no means to go back, live on a tight budget along with your equally as disoriented monster friend, with the only clothes you own being very mistreated and old uniforms students left in a rundown dorm!”

Everyone looked at her and murmured.

One of the students spoke up, practically laughing at her face, “What? Want us to feel pity for you? Sounds to me like you’re not trying hard enough.”

Grim himself was ready to burn this scum to a crisp, but thankfully, someone else stepped in to defend their friends.

“Oh? Like you’ve clearly not been doing?” Vil glared at the boy harshly. “Don’t think just because you’re good looking you have an immediate pass to be a student of Pomefiore, of NRC. Your grades are lacking, and for someone in this dorm to be that terrible in alchemy is ruinous. Seriously, an F in potion making? You strive to be as resourceful and tenacious as the Beautiful Queen by not being able to brew even a simple potion?”

The mob cowered back, shocked at their dorm head speaking that way to them.

“Doesn’t feel good to have yer flaws n’ failures spoken of, eh?” Epel yelled from a few miles back. He could see Schoenheit stiffen at the use of his distinct accent, but the farmer boy could care less in this moment… and so did Vil.

Rook stepped over with a friendly smile, placing a hand on the student's shoulder and on Vil’s. “Please rest the case, lest we want our hearts and faces wrinkle up from anger and stress.” The hunter squeezed the boy’s shoulder, applying pressure on one of the nerves to get the message across. In case that was not enough, narrow green eyes spared him a side glance full of ill-intent, “Any more comments like that, and your heart will be carved out of your rib cage and go in a jewelry chest to display as a trophy.” Was his message.

“Y-Yes, Rook-senpai!” The mob immediately answered and made their way out to somewhere else.

The actor rubbed the bridge of his nose at the scene, “I apologize on behalf of my dorm, those types of comments are absolutely not tolerated, but there seem to be more potatoes to wrangle than what I imagined.” He sighed, “But anyways! Let us continue with our original plans. [Name], Grim, Epel, follow me. We shall start with having you all take a nice bath and do proper skincare...and furcare, I suppose.”

“Oh, I would very much like some hypermosturizing serums and a bathbomb or oils to help destress, please!” The [hair color] said.

Vil chuckled a bit, “After that, you need all the lavender oils in the water.”

“Wait, does that mean…?!” Epel became unsettled and looked at Grim.

The monster finished the lilac haired boy’s thought, “We’re gonna end up smelling like a potpourri or somethin’?!”

Rook came behind them, pushing them lightly forward to walk in the other two’s direction. “Come now, moniseurs! Bath time is a great time to spend relaxing and planning your activities for the day!” 

The rowdy duo only groaned at his words.

Ignihyde

“Oh, [Name] [Surname]-san, that was an amazing play!” Ortho congratulated while spectating the game going on between you and his brother.

The girl chuckled, “Thanks, Ortho… Did that specifically to show your brother not to underestimate a magicless human’s abilities in games such as this.” Sizzling could be heard coming from the older Shroud as he silently fumed, but his flaming hair betrayed his silence.

“That’s right, get mad and lose your temper. It’ll be easier to defeat you like that… defeat you once more.” [Color] lips turned into a mocking smile. “Talk shit, get hit, bruh!”

Idia desperately played his following moves, a supposed combo to take you down considerably. “I don’t believe you’ll keep that smile in your face for long.”

She chuckled, ominously now, “Ohoho, I believe I will be keeping this smile… and victory with me~!” The 1st year kept laughing as she played her last strategy, leading to his defeat for the 6th? 10th? time today.

The dorm head took a deep breath before he could yell his frustration out, hair turning a shade of dull red, telling the other occupants of the room of his temper.

“How’s that for underestimating the skills of a human, Idia? Tired or eating your dirt yet or not? Told ya this would only lead to absolute defeat-!” Before [Surname] could boast some more, Idia stood up and dropped himself on his bed, back turned to them all.

The robot boy floated over to the enraged 3rd year. “Big brother? Your vitals are erratic, heartbeat is quick and body temperature is on the raise. Would you like some help relaxing?”

“I believe it’s better to let him be, Ortho.” The girl reassured. “Wanna play a game with me? See if you can beat me?” She suggested.

The android quickly cheered up, “I would love to!”

- Few minutes later -

[Color] eyes stared at victorious play.

5 times… It had only been 30 minutes and already 5 times… She was beaten by the younger Shroud 5 times already!

Ortho smiles at her (or at least she assumed, with him keeping his mouth coveron). “This is entertaining, [Name] [Surname]-san! Can we play one more time?” Those innocent yellow eyes looked up at her tired, irritated ones.

“I- uuuh… S-Sure, Ortho..!” A strained smile stretched her lips.

Idia sat down somewhere near, teasing pointy smile on his face now. “How does it feel, [Surname]?”

“Shut the hell up, Shroud, you’re no one to speak like that.” The girl whispered through gritted teeth.

Diasomia

Blah, blah, blah… chatter, chatter, chatter…Loud booming voice annoying everyone around.

“Alright, damn it all!” [Name] slammed her hand on the table. “For the love of all that's holy, shut the hell up, Sebek!!”

Everyone was stunned for a moment at the outburst, Silver jumped awake at the shouting.

Sebek looked at her with the most indignant look, “Excuse you?! That is something extremely rude to say! Even more so because you interrupted my conversation with the Young Master!”

“What do you even mean?! You interrupted my conversation with Malleus in an even more impolite way first!” She reminded her fellow 1st year.

Zigvolt scoffed, “Only because you don’t possibly have anything of interest to speak with Master Malleus.”

“Sebek I swear to god!”

“Silence, human! Stop pestering us!”

“You are the one doing the pestering here!”

And just like that, both students began bickering.

Silver looked at Lilia, “Don’t you think we should do something about this?”

The old fae sighed into his tea cup, placing it back down before taking a sip. “We absolutely must, Sebek’s voice was already inflicting a headache, now we have... that…” Red eyes looked at the brash underclassmen arguing.

Malleus, meanwhile, rubbed his temples at their antics.

“Children, stop it now or else-” Vanrouge noticed how his words were going unnoticed, so he decided to raise his voice some. “Children-” More shouting, silencing his call for attention.

“Children!” Lilia’s voice boomed around the room, along with the stomping of his heel on the stone floor. The surround sound effectively made the misbehaving students shut up.

“Thank you.” He said with a closed eyes smile, “Now, to settle your senseless screaming, why don’t we try asking Malleus himself what he believes happened, hm?” The bat suggested, turning to look into lime eyes to urge his master to speak up.

“Oh..! Hmm… Well… It is true Sebek interrupted the conversation I was having with the child of man,” [Name] looked at her friend with an I-told-you-so smile, “And I disagree with him, [Surname] was telling me very interesting things about her life and experiences in this Wonderland.” That made the girl stand even prouder.

“However,” The pistachio haired male looked at his superior with hope in his eyes, “I agree with his comment on how interrupting conversations the way [Surname] did is very rude.” Now it was his turn to boast a little. “But let’s not forget he interrupted us first, and therefore is rude himself.” Sebek deflated at that.

Lilia clapped his hands with a bright smile, “Problem solved! Now,” The fae looked at the tall 1st year, “Sebek, dear, [Name] is our guest today, treat her with respect. She is Malleus’ specially invited guest, let her spend her time occupying our leader’s time as she pleases. He invited her for that reason, after all.”

“U-Understood, Lilia-sama…” Zigvolt agreed against his will.

“Thank you, Lilia!” [Name] thanked at the same time Sebek spoke.

“Very well, let us enjoy our tea time in peace now.” Finally, the youthful soul sat down and picked up his cup to take a much needed sip of the amber liquid. “Young ones these days, I swear...”

NRC Staff

Shouting and yelling resounded around the meeting hall, leading Mozus to rub the bridge of his nose to try and ease the oncoming headache.

“Hello-!” Vargas was cut off.

“Not now, Professor Vargas, I need to knock some sense into this crow!” The 1st year yelled at the muscular P.E. teacher.

He sat down near Trein with a sigh, “They’re at it again this week?”

“Yes, they are…” The old man grunted.

“Been at it for 20 minutes now, can’t believe it.” Crewel tapped his finger on the wooden table in irritation, “Headmaster Crowley should already relent and give her more allowance if it means we can get our meetings done!”

“Absolutely not,” Trein disagreed, “[Surname] should learn to handle her finances better, budget things appropriately and spend the least on useless things.”

Crewel let out a single mocking laugh, “Really now? Have you heard what biweekly amount of money he gives her?! It’s not even enough to buy a steady supply of meals from the shop for a week!”

Soon enough, the two teachers joined their respective sides in the battle of Crowley vs. [Name], while Vargas watched with the most uncomfortable look.

And, after a good more minutes of shouting, the last call was given…

“You know what?! I’m done!!” The [color] haired girl made her way to the exit, “It’s always “Because I am so kind” blah blah blah! But you never do anything to help me!” She made a bad impression of the Director on purpose.

“It’s not only me in the dorm, it’s also Grim! And he’s a sizable cat, he needs to eat properly and plenty, too!” She turned around before leaving, “Seriously, Headmaster, I don’t know anymore how to scream at you that we need help! We’re sleeping on dirt every night, we’re breathing mold and dust everyday inside the rundown dorm! We need food and clothes and bedsheets and hygiene products!”

[Name] had to take a deep breath before saying her last words, “If you’re not going to help me search for a way back home, then… at least help me make that crumbling building feel like home…” With that, the heavy door shut close.

The young girl quickly made her way out of the building, trying her best to keep her emotions at bay and not let them overflow. Out of habit, or maybe it was her consciousness trying to search for comfort, her feet carried her to Mr.S’s Mystery Shop.

The simple ringing of the bell signaling a new customer already made her feel better.

“Welcome, little devil! What can I help you with today?” Sam greeted with his typical energy.

The [hair color] sighed in relief, making her way to the counter. “Hello, Sam.”

“Aaah, another fruitless fight with the Headmaster?” The shopkeep inquired, identifying that tired tone in her voice.

“Indeed…” She let head lay upon her crossed arms as the rest of her body leaned on the counter. “I ask myself why I even keep trying it, nothing will ever change…”

A shadow friend pat her head to try and comfort her.

“Because you’re perseverant and a fighter, and wish to have a school life as nice as the one your friends in established dorms live. It’s not an unjustified fight.” The mysterious clerk said, full confidence in his words.

“You believe so?” Curious [color] eyes looked at his moving figure.

“Of course! Everyone else has a nice room to sleep in, why shouldn’t you? Besides, the Headmaster decided to take you in, a responsibility he can’t ignore.” He placed a small mug in front of your head, “Go ahead, take a drink, it’ll help you in more ways than you can think of.”

Carefully unwinding from her position, a hand took the mug and brought it under her nose. One sniff and the girl could tell this was [fav. drink]. “Sam, I’m-! How did- How did you know this is my favorite?!” A pleasant surprise that brought a smile to her lips.

“You always buy it, guess you must really like it.” Magenta eyes watched as she took a sip, “Comfort food and drinks are perfect after an upsetting experience.”

[Name] threw him a tender smile, “Thank you, Sam. All you do for me and Grim is very appreciated… Don’t think I don’t notice those special discounts.”

All he did was wink at her as he turned to welcome a new customer.

Royal Sword Academy

Helping put up a stage was not an easy task. Could anyone really blame her for being so mad at everyone who got in her way after being overworked like that?

Who knows how many times she yelled at people to hurry up and move away from her path already.

And it just so happened a playful cat decided to scare the soul out of the 1st year at the worst moment, just as she was trying to take a short power nap.

“Found mew (pronounce it as m-you-w pls)!” A floating head and apparently dismembered arms appeared before [Name], hands falling on her shoulders.

She screamed bloody hell at the boy, “WHAT THE F-CK, CHE’NYA?!?!” A coughing fit followed due to the sudden loud yelp, “That was,” Cough, “My heart I just spat out!”

Meanwhile, the RSA student laughed his head off at the startled girl.

It irritated her, “And what do you think you’re doing laughing like that?! I could’ve tore a vocal cord or actually have a heart attack, you dumb cat!”

Oh… Never in his life had he been called that, at least not that he remembered.

They remained in silence for a while. 

Eventually, Alchemi giggled once more “Aha~, nice to see you’re mad too! Told nya it was the norm here~”

The [hair color] nodded in mock agreement, “Yeah, can finally see all of you are damn BONKERS!”

~°~  ~°~

This boy… what is his problem?! Suddenly approaching a stranger all smiles and good vibes? [Name] knew this was a twisted world, but this was plain creepy…

So, of course, the fight or flight instinct kicked off.

Yanking her hands out of his hold, [color] orbs sharpened to the meanest glare she could muster right then and there. “What do you think you’re doing? I am not a princess, and I definitely am not your princess! That’s way too creepy to tell someone you’ve just crossed eyes with.”

A multitude of gasps was heard. “Ah, that’s right, he has tiny friends with him…” [Name] could only inwardly sigh and groan.

Neige himself gasped too, what a rude person!

A little giggle was heard, “That’s exactly what I wanted to tell him.” Grant whispered, amused by the whole scene.

“Alright, okay, uh… Gotta go now. Pleasure, or not, to meet you. Goodbye.” The NRC student walked past the strange students. “And I thought there was nothing crazier than NRC… B O I   was I wrong…”

The dwarves looked at their stunned friend. 

Dominic tugged at his pant leg, “Neige, are you alright? Just let her be, I’m sure she reacted like that due to being cautious about strangers.”

“Yes, I’m fine…But,” Round chocolate eyes remained on her retreating form, “Nothing has ever stopped me from befriending even the grumpiest of people! Or has it, Grant?” The brunet smiled at his friend.

“I suppose not- Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!” The redhead complained while the rest laughed merrily alongside LeBlanche.

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HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY!!! What other way than to celebrate with LOOONG request including most, if not all, of the Twst characters!!

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(P.S. OMG if you see shifting between fem pronouns, they/them pronouns and "you" stuff... PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! My brain got a bit confused in a part! Hopefully I corrected it all)

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[ultimateluckystudent-writes]

hello! if this isn’t too weird, i’d like to request nagito and his fem s/o being heard having...seggs...... (maybe? possibly? perhaps? you can include the seggs scene?? if it’s not too much..) and the next morning their classmates are literally like 🧍‍♂️🧍🏻‍♀️ and it’s so awkward 😭😭 I CAN JUST IMAGINE HIYOKO AND MAHIRU LIKE 😀🤬 and everyone else like 😅😐please don’t feel obligated to do it but if you do then thank you so much!!! have a great day/night

Nagito and S/O being overheard

Anon, you're a genius. Absolutely, this is my favorite request I've gotten so far I had to do this first (even... if I'm... really late) It kind of spiraled into a little fic with smut and fluff but eh, the more the merrier right?

-Mod Usami

Word Count: 1.9k

Content Warnings: Island Mode AU! Some smut at the beginning, the rest is pretty fluffy. If you don't wanna read it, skip to where you see *****

“Fuck! Oh, fuck, yes!” Nagito’s hips hit yours with a fervor that was unfamiliar but completely welcome. His long, bony fingers held your waist tightly to hold himself steady as he fucked you while you lay on your back. Above you, he had a look of complete focus as he worked to keep up his pace. Usually he was quite gentle with you, making you take the reins if you wanted something rougher, but tonight he touched you with a drive you couldn’t place.

It had been much the same earlier, when he brought you off the first time eating you out; however, you had grown accustomed to Nagito’s eagerness when his face was between your legs. You’d been much too distracted by that very tongue laving your clit to notice any difference. When his hips slotted between yours though, the difference was so clear.

One of Nagito’s hands moved from its place on your torso to the back of your thigh, pushing it back towards you gently. His eyes remained locked on yours, and though his pace didn’t relent, his eyes were soft and questioning. When you could moaned in response, he couldn’t help but grin to himself a bit. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper,

“My hope...” He choked out, obviously attempting to remain steady even while he was so pleased. “I- you- you sound beautiful already and- and I know this is a selfish request-”

“Wh- What do you want, Nah- ah! Nagito!” You’d meant to continue on, but it was rather difficult. Your fingers dug into the sheets. Nagito moaned aloud at his name, his brows furrowing.

“Yes! My- my name! Just like that!”

“Of course, my pretty boy.” You managed to give him a sloppy half-smile. You let your head fall back once more as he continued. “Nagito! Oh, ah, Nagito! Fuck, baby you’re- you’re so good!” Your hand began to reach down to your clit, but his voice interrupted you.

“P- please, allow me-” He adjusted himself so he was pressed further down into you, one arm supporting himself on the bed and the other beginning to rub circles around your clit, one of your legs over his shoulder. All at once you were enveloped in how good he was making you feel, and knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Oh, Nagito, Nagito, Nagito!” Your voice was almost a whisper, chanting his name like a prayer. The leg not already against him came to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. “I’m- I’m close-”

“Yes!” He moaned. “Please, please cum for me- I want to see you, I wanna see you-”

“Nagito!” A particularly electric motion from his hands caused your own to fly into his hair. “Nagito, Nagito- ah!” Your legs shook as you came, left trembling in his hands, and he didn’t last much longer. As he came, he leaned down as much as he could while still pumping into you to kiss and bite down on your neck. He peppered kisses all over you as you both lie in the aftershocks, panting in between nips and kisses. At last, he sucked hard on a spot by your pulse point, making you shiver while he marked you. “Nagito...” You whined. “You’re gonna leave marks...”

“Forgive me, my love, I selfishly crave nothing more than to see you completely marked up by my hand.” He murmured, his voice breathy and sleepy. You giggled, a bit out of it yourself.

“You talk funny.” You nudged him to move and he finally stood back up and wiped the sweat off of his brow. After cleaning up a bit and hitting the light, the two of you crawled back into bed to finally get some rest. You held his head close to your chest and played with his hair, and you were quickly asleep. Nagito needed to try a bit harder to fall asleep. He was facing the window he’d noticed he’d left open earlier, and tried not to laugh too much and make you stir.

*****

“Good morning everyone! It’s another beautiful day on the island! Please eat breakfast and do your very best today! Love, love!” Usami's voice crackled through the tv in your room. You internally groaned, upset that you could never find a way to turn that damn monitor down, until the events of last night came back to you. You smiled to yourself as you pulled Nagito closer, right while he was in the middle of a yawn.

“Morning breath.” You grumbled, moving to kiss him on the cheek.

“Nobody made you kiss me in the middle of my yawn. Least of all me.” He protested, but he sounded pleased. “Good morning.” You simply grumbled in response, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. “We’re expected at breakfast eventually.”

“So what?” You grinned deviously and peeked open your eyes just enough to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his neck. He made a little squeaking noise and tilted his head to give you more access.

“Ah- as much as I- oh- enjoy your intimacy...” He swallowed hard, as if he was preparing himself for what he was going to say next. You didn’t relent. “We really shouldn’t do this every time we wake up together- we end up la- hah- hmm.” His voice died down into a hum as you began to suck on his neck. “Didn’t you complain about marks just last night?” His voice was strained. His hands found your sides and held on tight, despite his hesitant words.

“Yeah, but they’re probably already there, so it doesn’t matter now, does it?” You said in between your kisses. You pulled away just for a second to see that you were in fact leaving red marks something deep within you hoped would bloom into something darker. My precious boy… maybe they’ll all stop being so rude to you if they understand you’re mine.

“Well, there wouldn’t have been anything to connect it to me.” He said seriously. A laugh bubbled up out of you. “What?”

“Nothing.” You lied. Nothing would connect it to you except all the time we spend together, the way you cling to me when other people are around, those puppy-dog eyes you give me in front of everybody whenever we’re sent to collect in different areas… “But your logic is flawed.” You argued, moving to straddle his hips. He looked awestruck under you, something that made you falter for a moment. “Everyone else would know it wasn’t them, and that would likely narrow it down because...”

“Because?”

“You’re not the best liar when asked something directly, Ko-chan.” You giggled, tapping him on the nose. His eyes crossed trying to follow it.

“You’re probably right.” He beamed. You rolled your eyes. He seemed like he was in too good of a mood now to disagree with anyone. You leaned down to kiss his forehead and your feet finally found their way onto the floor. You felt much more energized now. You and Nagito began to get ready for the day. Nagito had begun to keep clothes in your cabin at your insistence and desire to have as much time with him in bed in the mornings. Still, between your conversations and extra kisses you both snuck, you found yourself late to breakfast.

“You don’t want to walk in separately?” He asked. “It might be rather… suspicious if we walked in at the same time. Especially with… these.” He gestured at your necks, which were marked up in matching fashion, though yours were a bit darker due to time. Despite his words, you’d seen the way Nagito smiled when he caught sight of himself in the mirror earlier, something you hadn’t seen him do… ever.

“I don’t mind, really, Nagito.” You took his hand and kissed his knuckles, making him blush once more. His face was already almost permanently red around you. “Besides, it’s not like anyone actually cares if we’re fucking… they probably won’t think at all about ”

“Ah...” Nagito pursed his lips as you finished climbing the stairs to the hotel’s restaurant. “About that...” His words fell on deaf ears however, as you pushed open the doors. All your classmates were already there, and though you expected to be able to slip in without much notice, all conversation paused as the two of you walked in. Everybody’s eyes turned to you at once.

“Good mo-or-orning lovebirds!” Ibuki sang, waving her utensils and accidentally splattering some of her food onto Byakuya. You froze completely, your eyes widening.

“Good morning, Mioda-san.” Nagito said from behind you. You turned to him, but he seemed most unfazed. There was still a light blush on his cheeks, but you couldn’t tell if that was from earlier or now.

“Mioda-chan!” Mahiru said crossly. “We agreed I would talk to them about it first!”

“Oh, fuck.” You covered your face with your hands. “Oh my fucking God. They all already knew.”

“Well… if it helps, we- we didn’t know until last night.” Mikan laughed nervously, before her own eyes widened. “Oh no! That probably doesn’t help! I’m so sorry, Koizumi-san!”

“Last night? What- oh no.” You could feel your face begin to burn. “Did.. did you...”

“A lot of us… heard you last night, yes.” Chiaki nodded. “Though I believe it was mostly the girls, as it came from the girls’ side of the dorms.”

“Komaeda, my man, I never thought I’d say this but like… how’d you do it?” Kazuichi asked.

“Now is not the time Soda-san!” Sonia chided. “(L/N)-san, did he at least pay you first?”

“I’m gonna do it.” You whispered to yourself. “I’m gonna walk into the ocean and never come back-”

“It’s somehow not that sort of deal. I keep trying but-” Nagito shrugged. You turned and glared at him furiously. “I sense I’ve made a mistake of some sort.”

“She doesn’t make him pay!” Hiyoko smirked, and just from the look you knew you wouldn’t like where this was going. “We all heard last night how much of a cum dump you are!” Several people gasped. Your face froze in what must have looked like a delirious grin. Your mind wouldn’t even register the words she was saying.

“I wish I could have heard.” Teruteru whined. “I’m sure the lady sounded… orgasmic in more than one sense of the word.”

“Haha!” Nagito said the words instead of actually laughing as he stepped out in front of you. He was smiling, but his eyes were cold. “I believe, besides last night, those sounds are usually reserved for me.”

“Whatever, weird choice aside, if she’s getting it from who she wants it’s cool!” Akane said around a mouthful of egg. “As long as she keeps it down! I almost didn’t make it to my early morning run today!”

“Thank you for getting us back to the point, Owari.” Byakuya sighed. “I hate this conversation with a newfound passion. Keep it down, please. Make sure your windows are closed.”

“What? But my windows are almost always closed!” You protested, thankful for the further change. “We’ve got AC, why would I-”

“It doesn’t matter!” Fuyuhiko groaned, shoving his chair away from the table. “And now I’ve completely lost my appetite. Can we go, Pekoyama?” She gave a curt nod, and they left to clear their plates.

“That’s cool! I’m gonna throw myself off one of the bridges today anyways!” You waved at them all. “Toodaloo!” With that, you began to walk away.

“She’s joking… I think.” You heard Nagito say behind you.

“I’m not!”

“...I’ll go with her. Ah, we’ll see you all at morning delegations- hey, wait up!”

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[sanguinescorpios]

Still Alive

dream x f!reader

PART ONE

summary | Just under 20 years ago, the world slipped from humanity’s grasp and fell into the lap of mutant creatures. While most humans hid from the variants, some, like reader, grew restless in the bases they grew up in and needed out. What will happen when reader realizes that she doesn’t stand a chance in the wild on her own, and can something deeper blossom from a survival-based alliance? 

warnings | none!

word count | 1.7k

I had never seen a flower before. At least, not that I could remember. Things like that didn’t exist within the confines of the city walls, the beautiful, living things. The things that reminded you you were alive. My gaze fixated on the object before I even knew what I was looking at. Its petals swirled with pinks and purples, hues I had only seen in worn-out wool and peeling paint. Deep emerald leaves adorned a similarly colored stem, all woven together intricately and standing out amidst the field of brown. I marveled at the plant, bending down to hold it delicately between two fingers. It was incredible, even better than in photographs.

I spent months looking through the old textbooks Zoe had found, simply admiring the anatomy of different flowers and plants from the Old World. She was so excited to show me. I can still picture her jumping up and down as she entered my room in her tattered sports jersey and two-sizes-too-big jeans, a huge stack of books cradled like a child in her arms. Her tight curls were always pulled up into two buns, perfectly placed on the top of her head and bouncing with her childlike movements. I had quirked up an eyebrow at her as she wordlessly dropped her findings on my cot with a thump.

“Books,” she had said, looking at me with a newfound glimmer in her eye, “textbooks. We can learn!”

There was plenty of other information in those textbooks, but the flowers fascinated me. They caught my attention not just for their beauty, but for their mechanics, too. As I read, I began to appreciate how their roots anchored them to the earth, how their stems acted as passageways for water and nutrients, how they came in so many shapes, shades, and sizes. I wanted to know everything I could about them. I had always been that way, I guess.

A nearly foreign feeling emerged in me as a smile curled its way onto my face. The muscles were rusty from a long hibernation and they weren’t sure how to react to the sudden use. Dust found its way into my eyes as my cheeks rose with the grin, so I brushed it away quickly. That, I was used to.

“A cosmos,” I said to no one but myself. Of course, it was a cosmos.

The world before me was barren, a bleak expanse of land that seemed to never end. How the fuck was I supposed to survive out here? Despite my extensive studying, I wasn’t necessarily well-versed in survival. I had no protection out here, no roof over my head, and no soldiers with weapons on watch for intruders, or worse, for variants. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought. Variants were the one thing I knew almost nothing about, despite how hard I tried to get information from the watchmen and neighboring families. In all honesty, we didn’t know much about them, just that they didn’t seem to like us too much. One week the world was our terrain and the next it was theirs. I had never met one and I wasn’t planning on doing so, but I no longer had control over that. I chose to leave and there was no turning back.

That didn’t make it any less terrifying.

Adjusting my pack on my back, I grabbed my flask and poured a bit of water over the stubborn flower.

“Hope we make it, little guy.”

One last look at the distant confines I used to call home, then I was walking again, this time never turning back.

. . .

As it turns out, walking across one huge expanse of dust and dirt isn’t very fun! In fact, it’s fucking brutal. I had no idea where I was going, that much was clear not even ten minutes into the journey. Leave the city, that was my only plan. A shit plan, in hindsight. I reached into one of the many pockets of my pack and pulled out my water bottle. Last sip, that’s not good. If I could just go a little longer and reach the forest, I’d be okay. Much of the landscape had been torn apart over the years, but there were still occasional patches of green, at least that’s what I had been told. Just a little farther, surely I would reach it soon.

The hours dragged on, all melding together into one blurry week of sleeping in a ripped tent in the middle of nowhere and barely eating or drinking. When my eyes focused on a small dot of green in the distance, I nearly brought my hands up to rub the mirage from them, but I knew better than to do anything like that before washing. Especially after the week I’ve had, too much dust and not enough water.

I had been preparing for my lunch break when I spotted it, excited to get my hands on my tenth granola bar of the week. All desire for a break left my body, replaced by the desperate need to get to that forest before nightfall. There could be water in there, shelter, food, the possibilities were endless. I picked up my pace, feet moving with fervor despite my obvious exhaustion. My pack threatened to slip off my back, but I ignored it.

I reached the edge of the forest by nightfall, a shudder running through me at the thought of spending the night alone in the dense environment. Anyone or anything could be living here, and they could be hungry. The ground didn’t feel safe, too open and vulnerable of a place to sleep, but the sliver of moonlight shining down on me wasn’t enough to find anywhere else. This would have to do.

A few restless hours passed before I had finally fallen into a deep sleep, my back pressed uncomfortably against a tree and my pack serving as a makeshift pillow. I didn’t bother to set up camp, figuring I’d pick up and move in the morning anyways. I expected to get a few good hours of sleep at least, but that wasn’t the case. Instead, I was shaken awake by unfamiliar hands and a gruff voice.

“Get the fuck up,” the voice barked as my eyes adjusted to the morning light, peering up at the shaded figure looming over me.

“Wha-what?”

“Get. The fuck. Up.” The figure grabbed my pack from underneath my head and I groaned at the rude awakening. In my early morning haziness, I barely questioned the individual’s orders. My body moved before my brain told it to, pulling itself out of the fetal position and standing up, unsteady but sturdy enough.

As I rose to my feet, I took a good look at the person for the first time. He stood tall, towering over my frame with long legs and broad shoulders. Underneath his hood, a mask shielded most of his face from me; it looked to be made of some sort of wood and with the jagged smile that was carved into it, it was borderline terrifying. Dark blond hair toppled out and around the thing, curling messily at the ends. He sported muted green cargo pants and a thick belt bearing a multitude of knives and other weapons I didn’t even want to imagine. A black T-Shirt spread across his torso, strong arms emerging from the sleeves and gloved hands gripping a satchel against his hip. If this went south, I was outmatched.

“What made you think sleeping on the ground was a good idea?” he hissed out a few minutes later as he led me through the trees, taking angry steps at least two yards ahead of me.

“I didn’t have many other options,” I responded simply, not sure what he wanted from me and still groggy with sleep.

“Well, you picked the stupidest option.”

I rolled my eyes, who did this guy think he was? Sure, the ground wasn’t the smartest choice, but it was all I had! I huffed, kicking at a rock as he stopped to check...something — who knows what he was doing.

“You got a name, mask boy?”

He shushed me, holding up his index finger as he looked around at our surroundings.

“It was just a question-”

“Dream,” he cut me off, “now shush.”

He said it simply, like it wasn’t the most absurd name anyone had ever heard, and went right back to surveying the space around us. I poked my head around at him, trying and failing to get this mystery man’s attention.

“Is that your real name?” I inquired, making awkward eye contact with the mesh-covered eyeholes of his mask and wishing I could see his face when he answered. Maybe then I’d know if he was bluffing or not. Or if he planned on killing me.

“It’s what you’ll call me.”

There was a finality in the way he said it, a sternness in his voice that I wasn’t about to argue with. A beat passed in utter silence, me waiting for him to continue the conversation and him already three steps ahead of me on the path. Dream isn’t a chatty guy, noted.

I jogged to catch up to him, slowing as I reached his side. He didn’t seem like he was going to kill me as soon as night fell on the already dark forest, but keeping him in my sight was the safest bet.

“You’re not gonna ask my name?” He turned to face me, raising an eyebrow and bobbing his head as if to say ‘go on’. I gave him my name and he grunted in response — men.

He persevered through the forest, cutting away branches and leaving a green mess in our wake. I had no idea where we were going or why I was following his lead so easily, but he seemed confident and I trusted his confidence more than my own.

“So…” I dragged on, twiddling my thumbs and shooting him a look, “do we have a plan here or are we just gonna wander for the next five hours of daylight?”

He rolled his eyes, letting out an “ugh” as he pushed through another set of leaves. I wasn’t wrong; the sun would be setting soon, and based on how he reacted this morning, he wasn’t a night owl.

“Our camp is set up a few miles north. We should get there before nightfall.”

Did he say our?

#dreanwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken fanfic #mcyt writing

[adorerdraco]

Healing Heart ✧ Draco x Reader Mini-Series PART 2

PART 1

Summary: PART 2  ! of Draco falling in love with reader during his sixth year (HBP) and dealing with the consequences of opening his heart to someone. 

Warnings: angst !!! but just a little fluff as always, BLOOD, violence, more crying, very detailed sectumsempra scene, mentions of death

Words: 4.9K

A/N: omg i can’t believe so many people liked the first one and to everyone who left me a comment, I appreciate you so much you have no idea plsss you guys are so beautiful. but here is part 2 and I hope you guys like it as much as the first oneee !!!!!!!! this one got dramatic. I’m thinking of doing a part 3, but I’m not sure and i also want to make it be mostly fluff so PLS let me knowww <3 i do not own gif. 

It was an awful feeling; the feeling of needing a specific someone to bring him a peace he so very much lacked in his life. It was a feeling of not being able to feel joy unless he had you by his side. He felt stupid and pathetic knowing he had made an even bigger mess of himself and regrettably of you. He felt more weak too, wondering to himself why he couldn’t stop crying and do what he needs to do without several potions or you with him to get him through the day. 

He didn’t want to need anyone. He didn’t want to need help. He didn’t want to need advice.

“Why can’t I just do this?” he cried to himself one night in the room of requirement, kicking something by his foot across the floor in frustration. He stared at the dead bird in hopelessness, not wanting to move it from its spot in the vanishing cabinet. He had managed to send inanimate objects, but not living things and that was only a discovery he was able to make when you were still in his life.

It had been weeks, since he left you under the tree, broken and in tears. He regressed back into to his old ways of lacking proper self care, of sleeping and eating, his studies being the last thing on his mind, him distancing himself from his Slytherin friends again. It was right back to square one, maybe even below that this time.

In Potions, he didn’t dare look at you, ever. He moved to a seat in the very back of the class where he would be hidden from you and could sulk to himself in peace.

“Mr. Malfoy, forgive me as it is none of my business, but why are you no longer working with Miss Y/L/N?” Slughorn asked him one day as he came by to grade his potion.

“It is nothing of concern, Professor,” Draco answered bitterly, holding back the scowl that wanted to show but deciding against being any more rude to authority. “I just rather work by myself.”

“It’s a shame, Mr. Malfoy, you both were my star pupils,” Slughorn mixes the potion around, eyeing it with a frown. “Now the both of you are falling behind. This potion is not passing, you forgot to mix in the dried periwinkle leaves.”

Draco never noticed how you would glance at him throughout Potions class. Of course, he was ignoring you and you felt that nasty realization every time your eyes landed on the platinum blond.

You felt numb, to say the least. You cried for days and days on end. If you weren’t in class, you were in your dorm, wrapped underneath the covers wondering why someone you shared so much love and time with had dropped you with no explanation. You tried endlessly to get him to talk to you, cornering him in the corridors, going up to him in class, but he would ignore you until you went away. He never once met your eyes, and your heart broke more every time you saw the coldness in his icy gray’s that made you feel like you didn’t even exist to him.

Your roommates and friends had gotten involved, forcing you to take better care of yourself. Staying up and hugging you while you cried. Bringing you meals from the Great Hall into the dorm. Brushing your hair when it started to become matted. Encouraging you to divulge yourself in studies rather than your sadness.

“Y/N, you are so much more than what you’re feeling,” your closest friend whispered to you one night as you cried in her embrace. “You can’t keep going like this. It’s okay to cry and be sad, but this is eating you up. Remember how strong you are. Remember the healer you are trying to be. You’ve helped so many people, inside and out, let your friends help you now.”

You nodded sadly, and finally accepted the help your friends had been trying so desperately to give you. You allowed them to take you out into the Great Hall again for meals. To Hogsmead for a fun day out. To the courtyard where you guys would sit and just talk. It was nice, feeling your old and normal life coming to light again even if it was just for a couple hours. But when you couldn’t sleep at night and your mind wandered off to Draco, you felt that same empty feeling of a gaping hole in your heart sting at you. 

There was nothing you could do or say anymore. The cornering him was getting desperate and made you feel weak. The ignoring was never going to stop. You didn’t cry anymore, forcing yourself to bottle up your feelings for him deep down into your mind, body and spirit to the point where you just tried your best to recognize him as a dream. 

Your brain didn’t know any better, right?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Draco sat on the floor of his dorm, head resting against the side of his bed as he twiddled with the letter from his mother between his fingertips. His owl, Aquila, sat beside him and enjoyed the loving pets he was giving her with his other hand. It was rare she let him do this, but he figured it was because she felt that he might have possibly needed this. She nibbled on a crumb of a biscuit he gave her that she had brought with her on her journey from home. Draco sighed and opened the letter again, his eyes scanning over the perfect cursive of his mother’s handwriting once more.

My Dearest Draco,

          How are you, my love? I feel as though we have gone too long without writing to each other. I must say, the Manor feels lonely without you and your father here, but the house elves have been keeping me company. They are quite entertaining, some of them. I do hope you enjoy the small pastries I sent with Aquila that the elves also send on their behalf. 

I know the pain you are feeling, my son. I know it wears at you and I am deeply sorry that I cannot change it or help you. Please do entrust in Professor Snape, as he is the only one who can help you and understands your circumstances. You cannot get through this alone.

Please also remember that you are just a boy. In these times of turmoil, it is easy to lose yourself in your own despair. You are young, Draco, only 16 years of life and it has already failed you. Please find it in your heart to locate the little several joys in life that keep you going. Despite your situation, It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there. Do not succumb, it is what he wants. 

I will always love you, and I hope to see you soon. 

All my love,

Mother

He felt tears sting at his eyes, clutching the letter to his chest as if his mother had charmed it with the feeling of a hug. It wasn’t, but he swore he could feel it. He felt sad, knowing she was all alone in that house, but suddenly remembered that his aunt was seeking refuge with her at the Malfoy Manor and his mother left it out for the sake of keeping Bellatrix’s location secret. Seeing as she was a maddened Ex/Present Death Eater and escaped prisoner on the run. The thought of Bellatrix left a bitter and foul taste in his mouth, making him feel even worse that his mother was stuck at home with that beast who was nearly as bad as the Dark Lord himself. He didn’t care that that was her sister, his aunt, she had no empathy for anything, especially not for him. He recalls her telling him right before he went to school, that he should be grateful and honored for being entrusted with a task so important.

As much as Draco wanted nothing to do with his tasks, he didn’t ignore them. He begrudgingly let Bellatrix teach him Occlumency, something he desperately needed to learn and was now a little good at. He had even tried convincing himself that he needed to do this. It was all up to him. He was chosen for this. He hated it, but he was chosen nonetheless. And he would try with everything to save his family and to make them proud, even if it killed him.

He ignored the thoughts of his aunt and his dreadful life options, refocusing on the words his mother wrote to him. They echoed in his mind, imagining her saying them to him. 

“It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there.”

His mind wandered to you, knowing full and well you were are the one and only joy in his life he so deeply desires. His mother’s words hit him hard, to the point where he almost ran out of his room to go look for you. Almost.

But he was stubborn and still couldn’t pull himself out of the mindset he had boxed himself in where he thought being with you would be worse in the end for you than not being with you. 

So he went over to his desk, Aquila following him before flying up to the wooden surface where she perched herself in front of him as he sat down and pulled out a parchment and quill to begin his responding letter for his mother. He thanked her for the pastries, told her he would try his best in confiding in Snape, loosely promised he would fulfill her wishes of him finding some happiness, and gave her his love. He gave the letter to Aquila, smoothing the feathers on the top of her head one last time before she chirped and flew to the window and then out of his room and into the open dark starry sky. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

More weeks had gone by. And then a month. You were seeing less and less of Draco and for a healing heart, it was the best thing for you, but also the worst. He had even began skipping class as much as he could, not that anyone ever noticed, except you and Slughorn of course.

“Miss Y/L/N, may I have a word?” Slughorn came up to you while you were working on a potion with your friend. The same friend who had given up her seat to Draco who she now despised and regretted ever doing in the first place. She gave you and the professor a look before getting up and heading to the front of the class where she began to pick up vials and jars to store the potion.

“Of course, Professor,” you answer with a polite smile.

“I spoke to Mr. Malfoy about a month ago, he seemed rather distraught,” he began, placing a finger over his chin in thought. “I’m beginning to grow worried of the boy! Is there a reason he’s no longer showing up to class?”

You swallowed thickly before responding, “your guess is as good as mine, Professor.”

“Ah, well, one mustn’t pry too much,” he says. “Also, I’m pleased to see your marks improving in the last couple weeks. Keep up the good work, Miss Y/L/N.”

And with that the professor turned around and left to go check on other students, your friend returning.

“What’d he want?” She asked, setting the supplies down on the table.

“Wanted to know about, Mr. Malfoy,” you mocked quietly, your voice turning bitter when the name left your lips. 

You knew Draco’s disappearance was your fault and you felt that twang of hurt beat against your chest thinking about it. That whole conversation with the Professor killed your entire mood. It wasn’t great to begin with, but the feeling of nothing had turned into hurt. 

You were roughly stirring the cauldron, preparing to put the nearly finished potion into the two large jars so it could sit overnight. They were right beside your arm and you felt your elbow collide with the glasses, cringing internally when you heard them crash onto the ground and shatter. Luckily there was nothing in them, but you had still made a mess of glass. In your heat of embarrassment and with the people are you now staring at you, you forgot you could easily clean up your mess with magic so like a klutz, you instead bent down to pick up the shards of glass that scattered the floor with your bare hands.

A loud gasp left your mouth as you began to pick them up, feeling the largest piece of glass in your palm deeply slash the skin of your hand. You dropped it, feeling the blood begin to drip down your arms and onto the floor.

“Oh no, Y/N,” your friend sighed from above you, gripping onto your other arm and lifting you up. “Are you okay?”

The question was meant for your hand, but you felt it hit your soul just as it did whenever someone asked you that question when you were so overwhelmingly not okay. You shook your head no, the pain from your hand and your heart taking over you completely as tears began to trickle down your face. 

Slughorn came up to the table, waving his wand over the mess of the floor and fixed the damage done to the vases and making the small puddle of blood disappear.

“Class is dismissed, students, you are free to go to the Great Hall for lunch,” Slughorn announced and everyone quickly packed up their things and hurried out except for you and your friend. The full-bellied Professor watched you with concern and you turned to your friend where she took your hand in hers and placed it palm up for you.

You shuddered, bringing up your wand to the cut and simply thought your healing spell before watching it completely fade into a faint light pink scar.

“I’m going to explain to Slughorn what happened and put away our stuff,” she says to you, a sad glint in her eyes. “Go clean yourself up and I’ll meet you at our table for lunch with everyone when you’re done.”

You could only pathetically nod before you slung your bag over your shoulder and trudged off into the direction of a bathroom. You decided to go up to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, wanting to be alone from everyone so you could clean yourself up in peace and also have a meltdown. You didn’t know why you wanted to torture yourself with the ghosted memories you shared with Draco in that bathroom, but you still went. 

You took your time getting there and you were only down the hall when you saw the entrance. It was then when you heard a familiar ghastly screaming and wailing. It was horribly loud.

“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!”

Moaning Myrtle floated from the large wooden double doors, screaming so loud it ricocheted off all the walls of the now deathly silent castle. You felt all the blood drain from your face as an awful and sickening feeling had bubbled in your stomach.

“It better not be Draco,” you said to yourself, your legs taking longer strides towards the bathroom. “Please, don’t let it be Draco.”

By now, you were sprinting towards the end of the corridor, throwing your bag to the floor as soon as you reached the doors and flung yourself through and into the destroyed bathroom, stepping into a pool of water that had streaks of crimson red. Your eyes followed the trail of blood, stopping suddenly when you found the source.

A blood-curdling scream twice as loud and stronger than Myrtle’s, left your throat as you tripped over your own feet to reach him. You saw Harry Potter, standing a little ways by the door, a panicked and pained look in his eyes as he tried to understand what he had just done. 

Once you reached Draco’s nearly lifeless body covered in angry red gashes, you fell next to him, his eyes finally meeting yours for the first time in ages. He was breathing raggedly in choked grunts, clutching at his mauled chest as he struggled to breath. The stormy eyes you loved so much were clouded in fear. Nothing but fear.

You shoved your hand into your pocket, searching for your wand and pulled it out hastily. You shakily waved it over his cuts, thinking and saying any spell you knew that came to your mind in the matter of 5 seconds. This was what you did. This was all you did. Why couldn’t you heal him? None of your spells worked.

“I, I can’t heal you,” you sobbed, resorting to putting your hands over his chest at a failing attempt to stop the bleeding. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“n...o,” Draco said weakly and quietly. He mustered up all his remaining strength and placed a bloodied hand over yours, you grabbed it tightly and leaned over him when you realized he was trying to speak. “S-sorry. lo...ve. y...ou.”

It felt like there was a knife in your chest being repeatedly stabbed into your heart and twisted. His eyes closed and you cried harder, knowing you were going to lose him. Everything was happening so fast. You had only been in the bathroom a solid 10 seconds, everything around you moving in a slow blur but so quickly.

It was as if Merlin had answered your pleas, the sound of the door slammed open and a maddened looking Snape rushed inside, pushing Harry roughly to the side and looking down at Draco and then you only momentarily before dropping to his knees beside him and opposite of you.

“Vulnera sanentur,” he began running his wand over the cuts on Draco’s chest and you watched with wide teary eyes as the blood pooling around you began to retreat back into the wounds. He said it again, and once the blood was back in, the cuts began to close. He chanted it one last time, and the cuts had healed into thick and reddened scars. “Miss Y/L/N, please help Draco over to the hospital wing for some dittany, and quickly please. We might be able to help with the scarring, perhaps avoid it completely. I need to deal with, Potter.”

Draco was half conscious, a dazed and confused look in the gray of his eyes as they fluttered open and closed. You noticed the scar beginning to form on his paled face and you bit back a sob. You knew if that scar stayed there, it would only drive him into a deeper hatred for himself.

You quickly got up, Snape picking up Draco and throwing his arm over your shoulders so that you would be able to help him over to the hospital wing which luckily happened to be a hall away from the bathroom. The adrenaline and sheer love for the boy was pumping through your body which had made you feel stronger in basically carrying Draco through the halls. He was dragging his feet, mumbling incoherently and you couldn’t stop crying.

You saw the doors to the hospital wing open, Madam Pomfrey staring at the scene heading towards her in horror. 

“DITTANY!” you called to her. She threw open the doors wider, nodding before she ran back inside in a hurry. A passing seventh year Hufflepuff had dropped all of his books and his bag and linked arms with Draco’s free side, helping you take him inside with much more ease. Madam Pomfrey yelled to rest Draco on the nearest bed and she quickly returned with the dittany, shooing the both of you away from him.

“I’m afraid the two of you are going to have to leave, immediately,” she demands, her hand reaching up to grab the privacy curtain before shielding her and the love of your life from you and the prying eyes of shocked students gathered at the doorway to see what had happened. The Hufflepuff that had helped was already out the door, but you couldn’t bring your legs to move.

“Away from the door!” McGonagall suddenly appeared from behind the crowd of students, a disgruntled look etched into her aged skin. “Return to your house’s common rooms! That goes for you too, Miss Y/L/N.”

She gently placed both her hands on either of your shoulders, guiding you outside the door and out of the hospital wing. She gave you an empathetic glance before grabbing the handles of the doors and shutting them with a loud clang.

The lingering students stared at you in discomfort and grimaces. You looked around, still in a daze and then looked down at your body. You were drenched in blood and water, looking straight out of a horror movie and closely resembling the clothing of the Bloody Baron, Slytherin’s house ghost.

Everything still felt quiet and slow. You didn’t even notice your friends rushing towards you in hysterics, throwing you in hugs as you only stood there, unable to react. You let them pull you away, leading you to your house’s common room, tripping every now and then. You caught a glimpse of Moaning Myrtle in the distance, her cries still very loud and apparent. She had gone around the entirety of Hogwarts wailing the same news that had broken you, only this time you heard the new choice words she had added along the way.

“MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER! HARRY POTTER HAS MURDERED DRACO MALFOY!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You sat immobile on the edge of your seat besides Draco’s hospital bed. Much to your surprise, Madam Pomfrey had allowed you to stay overnight with the fallen Slytherin Prince. You recognized it might be her way of paying you back from all your countless volunteering and because of that, she trusted you in knowing exactly what to do when it came to the medical field of the wizarding world.

It was around three in the morning, the incident having happened well past twelve hours ago. You were showered now and in a fresh pair of robes, your pajamas holding in your warmth as a cold draft flowed throughout the dark dimly lit room. The hospital wing was tall and large, it felt like a castle in itself, and it only made you feel more feeble. You scooted your chair closer to the bed, placing a hand onto the mattress right next to Draco’s paled slender hand.

Fingertips ghosted over his knuckles, your body shivering at the closeness of the near contact. You didn’t know how he was going to react when he woke up. It was all a waiting game, and your heart squeezed with anxiety as you awaited his regained consciousness. You didn’t forget the words he said to you right before he slipped away. They rang and rattled in your head like a pinball game on loop.

He had told you he loved you.

The thought of him dying and you never being able to tell him you felt the same haunted you. You thanked Merlin that Snape got there when he did. You also made a mental note to hex Harry into the oblivion the next time you got a chance. 

You sighed deeply, your voice quavering as your ran a hand through your tangled hair. His face glistened under the orange lamp on the bedside table, his skin tinged with a grayish undertone and his eye bags deep and dark. The scar you had seen on his face earlier was gone, the skin now just holding a skinny reddened line going across his features as if he was just hit with something. You smiled slightly, knowing it would be gone in the morning and feeling grateful for him that he wouldn’t be scarred with it.

His body was covered in a hospital gown and bandages infused with dittany, but seeing how bad his cuts were before they healed, you knew those would leave something behind no matter what. In your studying towards becoming a Healer, you read about the effects of dark magic and the marks it left behind on its victims. You didn’t know what spell had done what it did to Draco, but it was violent and radiated with darkness. 

The softness of his his skin was met under yours, your hand finally allowing itself to fall over his and you let out a sharp exhale at the touch. It wasn’t like earlier when you were holding onto him for dear life, rough and filled with fear and pain, this time it felt familiar. It felt warm despite the coldness of your skin and his. You shook quietly, another set of tears rippling through your body as you tried your best to not wake him. You sat up and slowly leaned over him, looking down at him to observe his peaceful features. He slept soundly and peacefully, his breathing even and quiet. Even though he almost died earlier today, he looked as though he was having the best sleep of his life. The sleep he gravely needed but seemed to never be able to get. 

Your free hand softly rested on his cheek now and you carefully moved your lips towards his forehead where you placed a long kiss. A stray tear had fallen onto his skin as you pulled away and you frowned, wiping it away with your sleeve before moving your hand up towards his hair. You smoothed it back, the soft blond strands feeling like silk between your fingers. He was a dream, an angel to you. You stood by what you had told him that unfortunate day under the tree, he was good, and you would tell him again and again until he believed it himself.

Just as you pulled back from him, a sharp gasp erupted and he shot up in bed, grabbing and tearing at his gown as breathless quick pants fell from his lips. 

“Hey, Draco, I’m here, you’re okay, relax,” you coo gently, grabbing his hands and holding them tightly in yours so he wouldn’t tear his bandages. Your heart battered against your chest, the waterworks in your eyes beginning all over again. He stared at you, searching your eyes and he began to cry too. The same broken and deep sobbing from months ago you had grown accustomed to hearing. 

He threw himself onto you, crying even harder as his arms wrapped around you, his hand on the back of your head pressing you into his chest. You climbed into the bed in deep shaky breaths so that you were now sitting on your knees between his legs. It was overwhelming, to put it lightly, both of you crying into each other as you remembered the fall out, the lonely days and nights, the wasted opportunities, the endless missing of one another’s presence in their lives.

“I’m sorry,” Draco chokes out. “I never meant to hurt you. I thought that by pushing you away, you would be safer, but I can’t do it anymore. I need you, I love you, Y/N.”

You cradled him in your arms, rocking the two of you back and forth, and you shook your head reverently.

“I forgave you the second I thought I was going to lose you,” you respond quickly. “Merlin, Draco, you scared me to death. I thought you were gone.”

The same words from his mother echoed in his head again and he finally understood what they meant. 

“It is okay to be that 16 year old boy and revel in those joys for as long as you can before it is too late and they are no longer there.”

Darkness was going to arrive one way or another, it was going to steal the rest of whatever life he had left in him one day. It was out of his hands, out of his control. The time to live his life was now. Because he didn’t know when he would ever have this opportunity of love again, of safety, of light. Everything was undefined and unknown and he felt the anguishing regret of all his decisions when he had seen you in the bathroom hovering over him with a hopeless look in your eyes. He promised himself, to Merlin and to the sun, the moon and all the stars that in the 1% chance that he survived that close call with death, he would never abandon you again. His heart pained at the memory of him trying to sputter out his final ‘I love you,’ not knowing whether or not you heard it or if you understood how genuinely he had meant it.

The room was only filled with sniffles and shaky breathing, both of you still in the same rocking position, afraid that if you let each other go, the other is going to disappear.

“Draco,” you say, lifting his head up from the crook of your neck so that he could look you in the eyes. “I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know. Please don’t ever, ever leave again.”

“Not in a million years, darling.”

PART 3

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