#how i think the misunderstanding might've happened

[frankencanon]

Loki, explaining to Migardians how he created Sleipnir: "What? No, *I* made Sleipnir. With magic. Do you understand?"

The Midgardians, completely misunderstanding: "Yep, yep. Wow! With magic, you say? Amazing!"

[rieamena]

"mama!"

your seven year old daughter climbed onto your bed, bouncing on the mattress before settling into your warm embrace under the blankets. running a hand through her pink hair, you answered softly, "yes, sweetheart?"

it was almost like your genes didn't put up a fight at all. your child, chikara, was the spitting image of her father, your husband, ryomen sukuna. same hair, same face shape, same facial features, the only thing that seemed to be your contribution was her personality, and even then, sometimes you'll see your husband's characteristic scowl on her little face

"how did you and daddy meet?" "well, it was–"

"what's goin' on in here? conspiring against me?" sukuna's voice filled the room as he leaned against the door frame, a cheeky smirk on his face. you saw your daughter's face brighten up as she jumped down to run to her father, "daddy! daddy! mommy's gonna tell the story of when you first met!" sukuna immediately looked at you, his index finger barely being fully wrapped by his daughter's hand

"she asked me to. guess watching all those romantic dramas with her rubbed off on her." you giggled, earning a scowl from him. "shut it woman. you know i hate them." "yeah..., that's definitely why we watch 90 day fiance every sunday together." "you got a problem with— stop tryna move me brat!"

"but daddyyyyy," she whined, still pushing against sukuna's body, "i don't wanna miss mommy's story!" "we're literally seven feet away from her."

your daughter pouted and stopped trying to get her dad to move. letting go of his finger, and leaving him at the doorway, chikara plopped herself down at your side with wide, eager eyes, "go on, mommy, tell me! i wanna know everything."

you smiled, looking at sukuna, who rolled his eyes but gave a small nod. "alright, sweetheart. it all started one day in the park when i was watching over megumi, and your dad was taking care of his younger brother, yuuji…"

"yuuji?" chikara interrupted, her face lighting up. "uncle yuuji was there too?"

"yep, yuuji was just a little kid back then," you said with a soft laugh. "he was running around, being his usual energetic self, when he tripped and scraped his knee. your dad, being the great caretaker he is—"

"—i was plenty good at it," sukuna muttered

you shot him a look and continued, "—didn't seem too worried. he told yuuji to stop crying."

"i did not say it like that," sukuna cut in, pushing off the doorframe and coming closer to the bed. "i told him to toughen up. gotta learn how to handle a few scrapes."

your daughter giggled, clearly entertained by the back-and-forth. "but mommy's a nurse, so she went over to help, right?"

"exactly. i couldn't just sit there watching, so i went over, knelt down, and started cleaning yuuji's knee. and i told your father—" you paused, giving sukuna a mischievous smile, "—that he should care more about his son instead of telling him to stop crying."

your daughter gasped dramatically, eyes wide with anticipation. sukuna groaned, running a hand over his face. "i knew you'd bring that up."

"and what did daddy say?" she asked, leaning in as if she could hardly wait

"he looked at me and said, 'that's not my son, that's my brother,'" you mimicked sukuna’s low, irritated tone. "i was so embarrassed!" sukuna chuckled at the memory, shaking his head. "you should've seen your mom’s face. all high and mighty, like she was about to call child protection services on me or something."

you couldn't help but laugh, too. "anyway, i patched yuuji up, and to make up for the misunderstanding, your dad suggested we set up a playdate for yuuji and megumi."

"a playdate?"

"yup," you nodded. "though i think your dad might've had other reasons for giving me his number." sukuna scoffed, folding his arms. "that didn’t happen."

you raised an eyebrow at him. "oh? so your eyes didn’t sparkle when i smiled and told you goodbye?" sukuna groaned again, this time louder. "my eyes did not do that."

chikara giggled harder, clearly enjoying the banter. "i think daddy liked you right away!" you smiled softly. "maybe he did. i mean, why else would he take me to a skate park for our first date?" sukuna rolled his eyes. "you said you wanted to learn how to skate. i was just being nice."

"uh-huh. sure," you teased. "and he was so good at it, zooming around, showing off. i'll admit..., he did look kinda cool! i, on the other hand, spent most of the time falling."

"which is why i had to keep catching you," sukuna added, sliding into the empty space next to you on the bed. "mommy fell? did daddy save you?" chikara asked, her face lighting up at the idea

sukuna ruffled her pink hair. "more like i had to stop her from breaking every bone in her body." you rolled your eyes at him. "i wasn't that bad."

"yes, you were," sukuna said, smirking. "you almost took me down with you half the time." smiling at the memory, you leaned in to kiss your daughter's forehead. "but it was fun. and after that, we went out for ice cream, and your dad actually smiled for real that time."

"daddy smiled? really?"

sukuna shot you a half-hearted glare. "i smile."

"not back then you didn't," you teased, poking his arm. chikara turned to her dad, beaming. "i wanna learn to skate, too, just like you and mommy!" sukuna chuckled, wrapping an arm around her

"maybe one day, brat. but you’re probably gonna fall as much as your mom did."

"hey!"

gulp... sorry if sukuna is ooc, im tired and im on my period but i really liked this request so...

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୨୧ ── Now I know you want me

Continuation of — I wish I knew you wanted me

› Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

› Scenario: A blind date? He can't let that happen! After realizing his mistake of letting his chance go by, he challenges fate itself to have you in his arms.

› Notes: English is not my first language. Reblogs and likes are very appreciated! + I hope this lives up to the first part. This is mostly fluff and a happy ending. ^^ 4k words btw

Dick felt the whole world's weight from what he heard. Kory said what?

He's using his willpower to keep himself from dramatically falling on the floor. He knows he heard her correctly, he cleans his ears two times a week, for god's sake. Still, that crooked smile on his face didn't fade along with that twitch in his eyes.

Maybe Kory just used the word 'date' wrong. She might've mistaken it for 'date' as in the day of the month or year. He even googled the definition to show her. Denial makes you go to the limits of logic and into the spectrum of insanity, and right now, Dick Grayson can prove that.

He's thinking of every possible misunderstanding that they can make about the situation. Dick was a ticking time bomb of 'what ifs,' about to explode if not for his 5 stages of grief in front of an unimpressed Kory.

"Kory, should I kiss you again? Because you might be using some words wrong." There was sarcasm laced in his voice. His eyes were wide in disbelief.

He wanted to laugh in her face so badly. Tell her that he's willing to teach her to enhance her vocabulary, that maybe she's got some definitions mixed up.

"I told you, Dick. She said she has a blind date today." She repeats what she heard from you earlier that day. And the Tamaranean could swear she heard something shatter. Dick slumped on the floor with his hands covering his face. Regret bubbling in his chest.

He knows you were deeply affected by what transpired the other day. You weren't a workaholic like he was, so when he found out that you were barely inside the tower anymore due to your sudden eagerness to go on missions and stakeouts, he knew this was your way of releasing anger.

Who was he to stop you? After all, he was angry too. The chance slipped through his fingers. As a result, he barely saw you anymore. The tower felt emptier without you freeloading around when you didn't have anything to do.

He wouldn't say it out loud, but he appreciates the noise you bring to breakfast when you grumble about the food being distasteful when he cooks it when you're also the one hoarding it all. All those broken training dummies when he specifically told you not to overdo it, your witty and sarcastic remarks in team meetings, having you by his side during missions... Dick misses it all.

"And? What did you say to her?" He speaks through his hands, refusing to look at Kory. It was childish of him, but he can't help it, she should have tried to stop her from going out.

Dick can already picture Kory face palming at his behavior from the sound of her exasperated sigh alone. While she understands how Dick is feeling, he hasn't acted this irrational in a while. Kory knows him, she dated him. She knows how much this man can love. Dick can risk it all for it. The thought of him being such a man causes a mystery in her mind: if Dick Grayson is a risk taker, why didn't he take it with you?

Human feelings and the relationships here on earth were different from Tamaran, but Kory isn't oblivious or ignorant to their differences. Still, it wasn't her place to speak on it. Even if she knew you still had a place in his heart, Kory never showed resentment. She was only curious about how two people who are clearly in love with each other can't be together. What fear was holding you both back?

"I told her to enjoy her date," she states the obvious. "I wouldn't stop her from finding happiness. If you're against it, you should've taken the opportunity to confess the other day."

"It isn't as easy as you think it is." His tone turned lower with each word, knowing it was a weak reason.

"Maybe I don't, but look at you now—where exactly do you stand in her life to complain about her trying to love, Dick?"

Kory's right. He was basically nobody but a leader and a close friend to you, they had no right to intervene in your love life. That doesn't make it any better.

Dick's audacity knows no bounds if he thinks that you shouldn't just agree to dates, much less a blind one! He felt uneasy that you're going to meet someone you don't know and possibly... You'll find them much more appealing than him—your closest friend of 15 years.

He should take a breather first and then think about ways to sabotage her date—no, stop that, Dick! Don't even think about it.

His conscience tries to reason with him, but his love outweighs morality. By the time Kory realized that look on his face, Dick was already bolting out of the tower in his motorcycle. She yells after him, hoping that he'd stop and rethink the devious plans he concocted inside his brilliant mind. It was futile. A man in love knows no bounds.

This was wrong, and he knows it. The revs of his motorcycle drown out every message his conscience sends him. He only went faster with desperation as his fuel. Dick's grip on the handle tightens when he thinks that he's too late, perhaps you're already enjoying the presence of that person.

He prays desperately under his breath. Just this time, this one time—let Fate be his friend. He'll do everything to be heard this one time.

Dick swears that if fate can hear him right now, he'll stand by his words, and this will be his last opportunity to have you in his arms at the end of the day.

Only now that you're completely about to slip away from him is when he decides to move. He lives up to his name, he is a dick for doing so.

The words, "Why now?" are on the table, but he bargains that it was better than an "I loved you." at your wedding in the future with this blind date of yours. And he can't have that.

He was beginning to think that fate was only his enemy when he suddenly got a whiff of your perfume in the air. Dick maneuvered his bike to the side, his head whipping from side to side to catch a glimpse of your figure.

It was a distinct smell that sets you apart from the citizens here in this forsaken city. He knows since that scent was from him. You loved his gift so much that it became your signature scent. You were certain that the brand could name it after you as well, as if it was solely for you.

You emerged from that shop you once said was not to your taste with a big smile on your face as you talked with your date.

Dick remembers laughing at your face when you tried not to show your displeasure at the drink you just shoved down your throat. You were trying hard to show a smile instead because of the staff happily asking for a picture to promote their shop.

When they asked you to come again when you stood by their doors, he almost cracked again at your small forced smile—looking like a life sentence had befallen you.

Did they bring you here? Why didn't you say you didn't like it here? Did they even ask you? He was beginning to get agitated again just thinking about it. If they wanted to take you out on a date, they had to take you to the most extravagant places here. It didn't matter if they had only met you today, you deserved the best.

As you walked through the streets of Blüdhaven, Dick couldn't help but feel you were everything and your date was just there. Like a fully rendered drawing next to a sketch of some sort. It was obvious you were out of their league. Emphasis on 'their' since he, himself, is also included.

As said before, Dick put you on a pedestal that nobody could reach. Not even himself. It doesn't mean that he's in love with the idea he created of you—god, no. He's in love with everything about you, good and bad.

So, seeing you with someone who hasn't properly learned how to love you? It gives Dick an unpleasant feeling. They don't seem to be that bad, but for you to be with them? You're too special for that.

The audacity to even bring you on a date in his turf is just beyond him. Everyone knows Nightwing is the protector of Blüdhaven, and they still brought you here. There were other places—better ones that he'd think of to take you. Anywhere else but here.

Throughout the time he's spent with you, Dick knows you like the back of his hand. He's got you memorized down to the way you'd cover your mouth while you laugh if you found it boring like you're doing now. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, thinking that you've never faked your laugh with him before, so why bother staying with this annoying, boring piece of sh—okay, Dick, calm down.

You joke around with your date until you both enter a restaurant. Dick stands outside of the chosen restaurant this time after a few minutes had passed. Dick can't even mask the displeasure on his face. Is this another one of Fate's jokes, because why this one? This blind date of yours must be truly blind for picking the worst places to take you in.

You hated this one as well. You didn't like the customer service and the way they made your pasta soggy. Dick was practically pulling on his face from the irritation your date's decisions bring. He was more irritated that you didn't seem to mind. How can you sit there, across from your date, looking so pretty and happy as if you didn't tell Dick that you never wanted to go back here?

He interrupts the incoming waiter, "Table for one. I prefer that spot behind those two lovely couples over there." Dick didn't wait for them to respond. There was nobody using that table, and he has the liberty to choose where he sits. The server didn't even interfere with his demands—Dick's face was unpaintable with his overwhelming rage bubbling inside of him.

Dick uses the menu to hide his face, purposely sitting behind you to perfectly conceal himself. His ears perked up with every fake laugh you gave your acquaintance—he decided just now that they weren't even worthy to be called your date at this point. He dislikes how cheesy their jokes are. Those jokes are second-rate when it comes to his puns that you genuinely laugh at. He can't even count how many times he has rolled his eyes today.

The servers interrupted their fake stand-up comedy, coming in just in time to save Dick and you from hearing any more jokes. Dick's server had also arrived at his table at the same time. He stole a glance at where you pointed, realizing it's the same one you ordered last time you were here with him.

"I'll have this, thank you." He hands his menu over. Before they could leave his table, Dick stopped them. "Can you make them chewy but not soggy? That's what sh—I like." Smoothly covering his words up.

The waiter left just in time for Dick to listen in again. You guys weren't laughing anymore, you just intently listened to them. His face sours again. When you're with him, you're talkative. Contrary to the cold and mature vibe you show off on TV, you were completely different around him. How he loved hearing you talk and talk about things he doesn't know about. Dick always made sure to research it after.

"Have you dated before?" Their question takes you both aback. A nostalgic feeling from days ago is brought up again. Another simple yet difficult question was thrown your way.

Even if you had your back turned on Dick, he had a feeling you had the same look as you did back then. Lost and unsure, but you already have an answer inside. Just too scared to say it without sugarcoating it.

"No, I haven't." Dick hears a smile from your voice, doing its best to sound soft and unhurt. His heart twitching at your words. He feels sorry, but he can't place why.

"I'm surprised a woman like you hasn't dated before. Are the people around you blind or just outright cowards?" Dick mustered up a nasty side-eye to give your acquaintance. He was mad because he got hit by an imaginary arrow.

"I suppose it's both?" You laugh awkwardly. An image of Dick pops up in your mind again. He's been showing up in your thoughts nonstop ever since you went out on this blind date.

Meanwhile, the guy in question can't help but feel bad about himself for making you feel like you're unwanted. It wasn't that people were blind enough to not appreciate you but rather the latter. There was this air around you that made people assume that you were already promised to someone. He even argued with Wally once or several times because the poor boy also liked you.

"Well... have you ever loved anyone?" Now this was a question Dick was also curious about.

He stayed tense in his seat, anxiously waiting for your answer.

"I have, of course. But I'm just not the girl of his dreams." You spare another laugh, a sad-sounding one that the two people fawning over you in this room felt bad for hearing your answer.

"How so? Have you ever tried telling him your feelings?"

"I have. But before I got to, he—"

The server interrupts another crucial time that Dick can't stop a groan from escaping his lips. It naturally garnered attention, he hid himself by pretending to pick something up before you could even see him.

Am I going crazy, or did I just hear Dick? You shrug it off, no way he's here.

Dick returned to his seat when you looked away, his order already waiting on his table. The dry chuckle you let out caught his attention, then it went to the dish in front of you. It looked like the same soggy noodles they served last time.

He quickly raised his hand for assistance.

"I'm sorry, you must've switched my plates with that dear lady over there."

"Pardon? But this is—"

"Trust me on this one." Dick had no room for arguments, he carefully picked his plate up and handed it over to the server. He watched as he explained the switcheroo.

You look at the server in confusion. How could the plates be switched when it's the same dish? The server whispers at you to look at the man behind you. You were expecting a fifty-year-old man who had a thing for soggy pasta.

Long story short, it wasn't. You locked gazes with Dick Fucking Grayson. How long had he been here?

Dick curses under his breath. He did not see that coming. That server is such a snitch. For doing his job and looking after the safety of their customers. You were right, customer service does suck here.

Perhaps he was grateful for your personality that disliked scenes in public. Because deep down, he was scared shitless at what you would do if you weren't that kind of person. You knew better than to confront him now, as there was always a later.

"It's okay, I'll take this. Thank you." Having known who it is, it makes you less worried about being poisoned. You were about to dig in when you noticed the consistency of the noodles. From sight alone, you knew that it was cooked the way you liked it. When you compare it to the old dish, this was definitely better.

"Are you okay? Here, have some tissues." Your date hands over some tissues, worry laced in their face. Huh, you were crying without knowing it. And it's because of the same person again. This asshole just knows you to the bone. He understands and respects every part of you in his mind.

Why is Dick acting like this when you decide to go on a date to forget him? To remind yourself that there were more people out there. The only thing you've realized is that there are more people out there, but none of them will ever be him.

Your heart still wants Dick Grayson.

"I'm sorry. You're a great person, really. I can't do this to you when I love someone else." You try to sound fine. Although it was already too late, with the tears making you choke on your sobs. They let you go, understanding how you felt. With a smile from them, you gave them your gratitude.

"Here's my half. Thank you for taking me out today." And with that, you hurriedly exit out of the restaurant.

Dick saw you leave without looking back. This is it, you're running away again. He also put his payment on his own table and was about to exit the vicinity when he took the money you left on your own table with him.

"Don't let her pay. You troubled her enough." He rolls his eyes at your acquaintance before leaving entirely.

Dick calls out your name as soon as he is out of the restaurant. It gathered attention from passersby, but he couldn't care less.

He made a promise to the wind, to the sky, to the gods, to fate, that this will be his last chance to have you. If he lets you go now, he'll regret it forever. He also wants to know what you were about to say earlier. Agh—he has a lot of questions.

He gets on his motorcycle, driving as fast as he can to each block you may have gone to. Fuck—just where were you? Dick composes himself and looks at the radar on his bike. What nearby places could you have run off t—The pier! Yes! If you wanted to clear your head, the pier was one of the places you'd go to.

Thank God he had a motorcycle with him, he could already see your figure slipping through those wooden stairs to reach the secret spot you shared with him. It makes everything easier. He carefully threaded through the hollow woods, surprisingly still standing after all these years. It makes creaks, alerting you that he was here. Who else could know about this, anyways?

This spot had a clear view of the ocean and granted you both some solitude. It was the perfect place to talk.

"Why'd you leave your... date? They seemed lovely." You knew he was lying when he gritted his teeth to compliment them. Despite feeling down, you still had the energy to laugh and smile at Dick. Like you had a spare set of batteries made just for him.

"Some Dick was following me the whole time. That's why."

"You're lucky a Dick was following you, not a pussy like that date of yours." Dick cringed at his own joke, but the sound of your laughter eased him.

You both knew it wasn't the reason, though. That's why he's patiently waiting for you to speak again.

"I'm sure you heard it, Mr.Cleans-his-ear-a-lot. Don't ask me why." You roll your eyes at him, gaining a chuckle from him.

"Sooo... you love someone else. Great. Who are they?" He had no time to waste. Dick prepared himself for your answer. What he didn't expect was that your face turned even more displeased.

Dick really is a dick. He sounds like a friend. But it isn't what you want. With the way he worded it, he sounded unaffected that you love someone else that's not him. That realization hurts you all the more.

"How can you be this dense when you know me so well, Dick?" Your voice cracks as you question him, glaring at him through your tears. For once you don't make it look like you were this strong superhero that he can always rely on. You wanted him to look at you like a woman that cracks at love's painful conquests too.

"I even went on this stupid date just to move on"

"You did?" For me?

"I did." For you.

For once, Dick doesn't know what to answer you. He always had something reserved for you but not this time. He didn't anticipate this happening. It all dawns on him right at this moment.

"I tried telling you thirteen years ago but you left me alone with no answers. You just left me there—didn't even let me finish what I was saying. That time, I felt so unbearable that even you decided to leave when I told you I love you."

Dick feels his stomach churn in guilt. He had no idea. He was too scared to confront his own insecurities, so he ended up hurting you in the process. This whole time, for more than a decade, you could've been together if he just faced you like a man. But sadly, he was just a boy back then.

"I'm sorry—" Your name sounded like a plea for forgiveness. "I was too scared back then. I freaked out. The thought of you loving me back was nothing more than a dream for me back then." You felt his muscular body holding you close to him, so tight that you felt the thump of his heart in your ear.

"Even just seeing you near that idiot earlier made me frustrated at myself because why did I wait this long until someone had the chance to take you out on a date before me?" Your hair feels wet. 

"Just to think that someone you met today already did the things I've always wanted to do with you made me realize how much of a coward I still am when it comes to you." You look up at him. He is crying.

Your hands pull him down to your level, fingers working their way up to his face, cradling him like a precious jewel. His cheek felt hot against your palm despite the flowing tears dripping down from his eyes.

"I hated how they took you to those places you hate here in Blüdhaven. Did they even realize it? They didn't know you like I do, and yet... fuck. I'm so mad at myself." He snuggles up to your palm more, chasing the comfort it brings. "Tell me, do I deserve your love even when I'm like this?" A coward, insecure, and beyond fixation.

Dick looks into your glossy eyes. Its softness still remained after all that he said. You still looked at him the same, nothing has changed except that the warmth in your eyes was a flame that he could clearly see now. His insecurity has completely blinded him from seeing the good things.

You pull his head closer to plant a chaste kiss on his forehead. Your fingers thread his hair back, smiling down at him with tears streaming down your own face.

"You've always been deserving of it. How could you not?" You plant another kiss on the tip of his right eyebrow. "And they didn't pick it, I did." You laugh a little when you share the truth before pressing your lips on his other eyebrow.

"In the end, I still subconsciously picked you. I picked it because it reminded me of you, no matter how much I hate those fuck-ass 1-star businesses of theirs." More tears flow out of you as you kiss his nose.

"It didn't matter that the drinks tasted like shit or if the pasta was soggy. I still loved it because I was with you, Dick. You're capable of making me love things I thought I wouldn't." You kiss his tears away.

Memories flash on your mind as you speak—every single one had Dick in it.

"How can I not love you when you made me feel seen?"

You remember how he'd always include you in a conversation whenever he caught up with old friends in the street. Dick introduced you proudly to his friends.

He'd talk about how amazing you are instead of talking about how he's been. As much as you were flattered by it, you felt embarrassed that he shared about you more than his life.

"But you're a part of my life, aren't you?"

"How can I not love you when you've always heard me?"

The meeting was turning into a mess. It happened when you were just new to the team and Batman had already appointed you a big role in the next mission.

Seeing as you were new, it was difficult to communicate with the team, especially when it was such a crucial mission that made everyone clash with their beliefs.

But Dick was different, even when you weren't saying anything, he suddenly yelled.

"Wow! That's a great idea. What do you suppose on doing when—" And he just kept going and going until they all eventually listened to you.

"Think about everything, Dick. You make everything a reason for me to love you." The speechless look on his face had you leaning in, it felt right to.

"May I?" You ask for permission. It didn't take long for you to feel his lips against yours. Nothing in your life has felt right other than this.

You were both a tearful mess, but you couldn't care less. Fifteen years of waiting has come to this. It felt intense and gratifying to have you after years of yearning for one another. Dick kissed you passionately, stealing and giving air—back and forth.

He'll take whatever he had just for this kiss to be endless. A few minutes wouldn't be enough, this was basically half of his lifetime. Best believe that he's already thinking about spending the other half with you already.

Dick wouldn't have let go of you if he didn't feel your hands tapping his back. He broke the kiss with a pop, lips already swollen with the ferocity of your first kiss. You both desperately gasp for air, breathing heavily with love adorned in your eyes.

"Breathe enough?"

"Y—"

That one syllable was enough for him to smash his lips against yours again. Dick needed this—You needed this. He kissed you like he'll lose you again. He smiles when he feels you reciprocate the same energy back.

It was evident that this is what happens to two hopeless people when they realize it after fifteen long years, it burst like a dam, now they're drowning in each other. They'll even be thankful if they did.

Dick was thankful that fate didn't make a joke of them this time. Maybe it had enough of seeing both of you fighting hard against what was written in its notebook of destiny. He was content knowing you both broke free from his threads and had the liberty to write your own ending.

He's sitting here with you in his arms, just the two of you and the ocean. It's crazy to think that fifteen years ago, you both sat here making guesses about the future, goof around, eating the stolen food from the fridge. Those were all good times.

Talking until Bruce even sent out police forces to find the two of you. You didn't realize the moon had risen from its slumber because of how distracted you both were with each other. That's how enamored you've been, to the point where everything feels like a fantasy. It really was just you and him from the start.

Despite all of the misunderstandings and heartache, you're both finally here. A smile on each other's faces, sharing a look that you both shared the same thoughts.

I wish I knew you wanted me—sooner.

Extra scene!

You leave your secret place in the pier hand in hand. A big smile adorning your faces. Man, it felt good to have each other.

At the distance, Dick saw a familiar man. It was the server from that 1 star restaurant.

"Wassup, buddy. End of your shift already?"

"There he is, officer, it's this man right here."

Within a second, Dick was in handcuffs. You both stared at the waiter with wide eyes. You scramble around Dick and the officers escorting him. "What the hell? He didn't even do anything, let him go." You glared at the men in duty who flinched a little bit.

"Uhm, excuse me? He robbed you and you don't care?" The waiter sassily judges you. "He what?!" Your hands were immediately on his shoulders, shaking him to get more answers.

"He stole that money you left on the table and ran away." He looks at you deadpan.

"DICK, WHAT THE FUCK?"

"I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO GO 50/50 WITH THAT LOSER."

[dumbkid4ever]

It's Not Your Fault

Kinich x reader! In which:

Your boyfriend comes home from work and the first sentence he told you was "somebody kissed me today."

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It was almost midnight, the time your boyfriend told you he'd come home. Like many other times when he had to work till late, you sat on the couch with a lamp illuminating the book in your hands so that you can tell the letters apart. The plot wasn't particularly interesting, but the characters were relatable and pretty well written.

Just as you were getting to the climax of the story, you heard the sound of the door unlocking. Without hesitation, you put down your book (after placing a bookmark betweent the pages of course) and leaped towards the front entrance to welcome your beloved home. Barely did the door open when you had already thrown yourself at the figure before you.

"Honey! Welcome home," you grinned, nuzzling your cheek into the crook of his neck. Usually he would've greeted you back by now, but all you got was an arm weakly patting against your back. Noticing this, you stepped back to see what was up.

"Kinich? You alright?" you asked worriedly. His face was a few shades paler than you remember, his eyes didn't meet yours and he kept opening and closing his mouth. Something was clearly wrong.

After a while of silence, he seemed to have found his words again. Monotonously, he uttered the following words.

"Somebody kissed me today."

In an instant, it felt as if a cold bucket of water was dumped onto you, rendering you speechless for a moment. However, it wouldn't have mattered if you could speak or not, for he was not done yet.

"I made it clear that I had a lover already, but she didn't listen and while I was occupied with something else she just did it," he explained calmly and shortly. If you had not been with him for so long, you might've misunderstood his calm as apathy, his sparse amount of words as him trying to brush it off as nothing and his unwillingness to look at you as disrespect.

But you had been with him for this long. You knew that rather than being calm, it was him struggling to express his emotions, instead of trying to downplay the situation he was just being extra blunt under stress and it wasn't that he doesn't think you're not important enough to be looked at while talking, he just didn't know how to look at you anymore.

"I- I thought I'd tell you before any misunderstanding happens. I'm pretty sure there were no witnesses but just in case someone tries to tell you anything I wanted to tell you and well I... I..."

The panic he felt was evident to you. It's hard not to see with his eyes frantically darting from furniture to furniture, his hands clenching and unclenching again, his breath going in and out at a faster pace than the one that had the power to lull you to sleep. There came a point where you couldn't bear seeing him like this anymore.

"Kinich," you called out. He stopped every movement, so did his heart for a second. "Kinich, look at me."

Only then did he finally meet your gaze. Vibrant yellows, greens and a bit of orange. How you adored his eyes, even now as his pupils dilated and tears threatening to roll down his pretty face. Slowly, as to not scare him, you opened your arms invitingly.

Immediately he moved into the safety of your embrace, wrapping around you and burying his face into your shoulder. Not long after, you felt his body quiver as soft sniffles sounded next to your ear.

"It's alright. It's not your fault, so don't you worry. It's all gonna be fine," you whispered soothingly, hoping to relieve him of the burden as much as you can, even though you yourself weren't so thrilled to hear about it.

"But I-," he was interrupted by a rather quiet hiccup, a skill he mastered at 5, "I could've stopped it. It would've been so easy."

"Don't put the blame on yourself, you were doing something else, weren't you? She exploited that and did something you have made clear was taboo. You can't be at fault for this."

Although your words made sense to him logically, and he himself already knew this on his way back home, he couldn't convince his feelings that you were speaking the truth. They kept telling him that you were only saying this so that he'd calm down and let his guard down, so that you could leave while he was in a faux sense of safety. The mixture of shame, guilt and fear was crushing him.

He hated everything about the current situation, even the heat radiating off of you. He hated how weak he felt, how his emotions were so overwhelming, how his mind won't just accept the logical truth, how he dared to doubt your words, how he had the audacity to seek comfort in your embrace despite said doubts and what he had done.

Why were you being so lenient, why were you being gentle with him when he had betrayed you? What will be the price for this? Both the betrayal from his side and the leniency you showed meant that he was now indebted to you, by a lot in fact. How will this debt be payed? There was only one possibility in his mind and the thought of it sent whatever was left of his rationale went flying out the window.

The hold he had on you tightened. His fingers dug into the side of your arms, making you wince a bit but you didn't let go of him. Memories flashed before him, terror had his heart in a grip like it's trying to suffocate him and fear flooded his mind, drowning out all thoughts.

"Please, oh please don't..."

He let out a shaky breath.

"Please, don't leave me, I'll do whatever it takes to make up for it but please, I beg of you and I promise I'll be enough, I'll do enough, just please don't go away, I'll be good, really..."

The boy's rambling continued, repeating words like a prayer, but it was so quiet you barely heard him, despite your ear being right beside him. The speed at which the words spilled out of his mouth made the words even more intelligible, but you realized where his mind was at as soon as you understood "leave."

"Hey, hey, no. I'm not gonna leave you, you don't have to pay me anything. One only has to pay when they gain something in return, but you didn't gain anything from that kiss, right?"

Your voice cracked a bit at the end, the thought of Kinich liking the kiss of someone else stinged like a needle. To your slight reassurance, he nodded into your shoulder.

"Then you don't have to pay for anything. See? I'll stay, there's nowhere else I'd want to be more than with you, I'm not going anywhere."

"But I broke our promise and hurt your trust, I should compensate for it, I have to," he continued to argue, as if trying hard to not let you convince him.

"Nonsense, you didn't do anything to me, it was that... person, who did you wrong." As an attempt to ground him back into reality, you tangled your fingers into his hair and rubbed his scalp softly. That always calmed him down, and though this time was no exception, the effect was less than usual.

"The fact that I told you already counts as hurting you. I know you're hurt by this," he retorted, now less hysteric, and you knew that he wasn't all that wrong. But still, you continued talking him out of his worries.

"A misunderstanding would've done more damage to me, telling me right away was the safest option and the one with the least damage potential. You made the choice that has the least cons for me."

Finally, he had nothing to argue with and the room fell still. Talking about pros and cons of choices may seem odd, and you would've found it very odd, had you heard this conversation a few years ago, but throughout your time together you had learnt that this was just the way Kinich was able to receive comfort. He couldn't accept simple, genuine things in relationships without paying something back, that was just what he had learnt from his childhood. Nothing comes without a price, so when someone claims something to be free, he can only face it with suspicion and disbelief.

"I won't leave you, ever. You're the only I love, the only one I trust so much and I know you only have my best interests in mind. Just your existence is enough and what you do for me, well it's more than I could ever hope to receive from a person," you spoke with a hushed tone and stepped away from the hug. The corners of his eyes were reddened and a bit of snot ran down his nose, but he looked as beautiful as ever. Delicately, you took both his hands and entertwined his slender digits in your own.

"There are more reasons to stay with you than I can count on both our fingers, you know? In contrast, I see none why I should leave. Well, aside from Ajaw, he's the only thing tainting my time with you. On the other hand though, I must say, seeing you bicker is quite entertaining," you laughed light-heartedly. To that, he smiled a little.

"Thank you," he murmured and leaned in for a kiss, one you gently returned. It didn't last very long, nor was it particularly passionate, but it expressed everything he wanted to tell you and you understood everything that he said.

"Should we go to sleep now? I'm sure you're tired from all the work. Come on, go get yourself ready for bed, I'll be waiting," you urged him, getting a hum of agreement in return. Content with that, you went to fetch your book, that was still on the couch, and stepped towards your shared bedroom.

Not long after, Kinich entered the room as well, still rubbing his hair with a towel. You were already under the blanket, watching him change into his pajamas and eventually lay down beside you. Wordlessly, he slid his limbs around your midrift and you cradled his head, which was pressed up against your chest. Your legs tangled together until neither of you knew where he started and where you ended. At last you peacefully drifted to sleep, aware that the other is always beside you.

Legit woke up in the middle of the night to write this, knowing full well I had school the next day, all because the idea came to me. Well anyways hope you enjoyed and have a pleasant day or night.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hello! Would you mind writing scenarios or head cannons about Tristan or Lancelot with a female s/o?

Love your 7DS works btw!💗💗

I will do both! Thank you for the love kind anon ☺️

Tristan Liones

About anyone can take one look at you two and think to themselves, 'Yeah, they actually fit each other pretty well' or something along the lines of this example. Tristan generally worries or cares for your wellbeing quite a lot, it can be more so obvious in this aspect when it comes down to you beside from how he worries for others.

He faces quite a lot of teasing about having you as his girlfriend from (guess who-) a friend of his, and always tries to refute the teasing or simply ignore it. A lot of their silly disputes was mainly because of you, Tristan tends to get a little defensive on your behalf.

Tristan still very much is beside himself with disbelief sometimes, as he sometimes is just suddenly is reminded of how he is in a relationship with such a beautiful and wonderful girl. He genuinely appreciates you a lot, and shows that in various ways, at appropriate times of course.

Though, he does have concerns about how civilians or some of his closest friends may view you, due to difference in status (Tristan being a royal, and that you are simply more so a regular person). You had reassured him that you didn't mind, and that you rather focus on just worrying about anything else then the dumb whispering or blatant rude comments.

He had been eventually faced with the fact that he will have to introduce you to his parents, he tried to keep his relationship hidden as long as he possibly could - but it was inevitable at in the end. You had ran into Meliodas one time, and Elizabeth on a separate occasion. You introduced yourself without realizing that Tristan hadn't told them yet, and their reactions were completely different yet similar. Meliodas was both bewildered and happy, his son found someone he could be happy with. Elizabeth was somewhat surprised, but had praised you and Tristan for getting together, and she was happy that her dear son found someone.

If you happen to be a Holy Knight like Tristan is, he worries a lot less and knows you can hold your own in battle. However, despite the fact you may be a Holy Knight, he will always look for you after anything major in combat happens. Tristan simply sometimes can only hope you are okay in these situations, and will do his best to re-group with you at a safer time.

If you are not a Holy Knight, he may be a little overbearing at times when rushing into combat, and tells you to be extremely careful and safe. He tries not to worry too much, but he can't help it! Tristan does his best to try to not think about you when these situations occur, and trusts you that you can take care of yourself when neccessary. He just simply hates when you are endangered, be it your own decisions or possibly being dragged into it.

Due to his abundance of wealth as a prince, he likes to use this money to buy you a gift here and there. Even if there isn't a holiday at the moment in Liones, Tristan still likes to do it anyway. Gift giving is mainly one of the ways Tristan likes to show his affection for you, and takes careful time in choosing his gifts for you. Most of his gifts are things you might've mentioned that you liked that one time, or objects that you say were your absolute favorites.

Had misunderstandings were ever to occur between you, he would try his best to resolve it fast and quickly. Tristan doesn't want tension to rise at all, and prefers to amend the situation quickly and peacefully. Though, if he ever felt the one to be right in such circumstances, Tristan would be a little angry and push off the argument between you. Sometime later, his anger had faded and Tristan would be the one try to resolve the tension between you both. Not to say you had some moments of being the one to resolve the situation at times too.

Tristan was still very at odds with his demonic abilities, and preferred to not show that side of himself to you, no matter how long the two of you had known each other or gotten comfortable with. He didn't like the comparisons others would make of him compared to his father, not that he didn't dislike his father, the whole monster thing had just made him simply detest the idea of his demon half.

With his goddess half, he didn't mind as he was more comfortable and very in control of his goddess powers. So Tristan liked to use his wings fly with you sometimes, soaring through the air was a wonderful feeling to him, and he wanted you to be able to experience such a thing. When you had first seen his goddess half, you had flat out said that he was beautiful, and that had made him very bashful.

If you were ever to gift Tristan anything, he'd cherish it very deeply. Such an example could be that you gifted him a very ornate bracelet of flowers that can never wilt, he will keep it at almost all times on his person. He could take one look at the bracelet and be reminded of you right away, Tristan was happy that you thought of him for this very thing, and this was something he would never forget.

When it came to being one of the kindest you could ever know, Tristan always could find you beautiful and pretty in every single aspect. Even sides to you that you say are ugly, he still finds that absolutely beautiful too, because it was part of you.

Tristan doesn't mind very casual displays of affection, such as hand holding. He in fact very much enjoys it as he walks through the capital with you, perhaps on a day of leisure when both of you aren't so busy.

"Oh, look at this."

You spoke in a quiet voice, causing Tristan to perk up to see what had caught your attention. The sound of your own footsteps had stopped at a window store display, it was a mannequin dressed in your favorite kind of clothes.

He walked up to the window, standing at your side as he can very much understand why it did, "It looks great, I think you'd look good in them." Tristan mentioned, his eyes setting upon you with that kind smile of his. You blinked for a few moments, registering the compliment.

You waved your hands, shaking your head, "Ah it's just a silly thing to think about you know! I don't think I could ever look good in those clothes, I just like to admire the patterns and the way it looks." You sighed with a resigned look, you preferred comfort over fashion. But sometimes you just wanted to look good just for the hell of it.

His features contort into a slight frown, sensing the self-deprecation in your words. Tristan would prefer if you didn't bring yourself down like that.

Oh so gently, he clasps your hands, enveloping them in his own. "Bringing yourself down on one thing isn't going to give you good thoughts, I know for a fact you would bring out the best of those clothes." He winces, somewhat finding the words he was saying as cheesy, but nonetheless attempts to continue, "I know those thoughts won't just go away, but I hope you know how amazing you look regardless."

You were amazed at his words, his immediate attempts at reassurance. So you respond in just a manner of two ways, simply just squeezing his hands and noted, "Thank you, Tristan. That means a lot to me."

He beams, a wide smile on his face.

"Always!"

Lancelot

Somehow he can think of every nickname in existence, and without fail will refer to you by any one of these nicknames. It can vary, but the most he refers to you as is either 'babe' or a shortened version of your name. He likes to keep it simple and sweet, only can you actually tell he is being serious about something is that he calls you by your full name.

Lancelot tends to be quite protective of you, and glares at anyone who seems to be making you uncomfortable. He can understand and relate to the feeling, so he is quite literally your guard dog when you need him to be. Often times, he is very ensured in his success.

He has a habit of keeping an eye on you should you two or even the group is rushed into danger. Lancelot doesn't hesitate to listen for your heartbeat, he is more reassured the moment he hears your thoughts or heart. Lancelot was beside himself with relief that he actually was born with the ability to read both minds and hearts, he didn't have to worry as much the moment he hears yours.

The only way his/your friends would learn that you two were in a relationship together is by how Lancelot would be blatantly obvious in his small affections, could be him referring to you by a nickname or just even him smiling in a way he wouldn't for anyone else. It becomes a rousing moment of surprise the moment they realize, asking why you/he hadn't said anything about being together. He just brushes it off and asks 'why it would be such a thing to bring up? don't be so nosy in our personal business.'

If you ever end up matching his energy at times, even if it wasn't directed at him, Lancelot actually feels pretty proud that you stand up for yourself or whatever it may be. He feels a little unsure however of the fact that his behavior might've have been rubbing off on you.

One of the only ways you could manage to get Lancelot flustered is if you had referred to him as 'Lance' in an endearing manner, and other way you could get that expression is your willingness to carry yourself through situations and even in combat (regardless if you were as strong as him, or weak). He can appreciate your personality, viewing you far more unique then most people.

He quite readily understands that each and every person have their weak points and strong points, Lancelot simply wasn't prepared to be granted with the sight of all those points of you. Each and every side of you perhaps, but he shrugs it off rather easily, and gets used to them all quickly. He always reminds you that he doesn't mind what sides of you he sees, it literally will never deter Lancelot.

Normally because of his ability to read minds or even the heart, he can sense right away if you are sick or afflicted with a fever. If you ever tried to hid it from him, it is very futile and will result in a worried Lance. He cares about you a lot and wants you to get better as soon as possible, Lancelot is stubborn as hell in this regard.

One way he shows his affection for you is acts of service, as he isn't always in the mood of physical touch with you. Such an example is that you could say that your feet were hurting because of the constant walking, and he will not hesitate to pick you up and walk around while carrying you on his back. Another example of this is that Lancelot will perform certain things you've been needing to get around to on your behalf, he just shrugs it off like it wasn't a big deal when you ask.

He absolutely does not care whether you're a Holy Knight or not, Lancelot will always worry about you when danger is imminent, or if you may be the one in face of the danger. His senses are heightened and he is high on guard, ready to bring you away from the incoming danger if neccessary.

Despite his shortcomings, flaws and all. He truly does appreciate you as a whole; when you worry, when you cheer, and your laughter. The one thing he hates seeing genuinely is your tears, Lancelot hates when you cry, even if its a normal emotion, he feels angry at himself for allowing that to happen. It also makes him feel at odds with himself, even he's been in this relationship for you for a good amount of time now, he actually cares about you in this way.

Lancelot tends to be a bit of a show-off at times when in battle, he really likes seeing the impressed look you have on your face. He would never admit it, but he really likes being praised - especially when it's you praising him for how cool he was. Lancelot is excited on the inside when this happens, but never expresses his sentiment on the outside. He just likes when his own girlfriend tells him he's cool.

Introducing you to his parents was something that has very rarely come to mind, as he had a habit of being away from home quite often for long periods of time. So Lancelot seldom thought of the idea, thinking it was rather unnecessary to go all that way for you to meet his parents.

You knew Lancelot had an eye for attention to detail, but you didn't expect that to go the same for hair-styling as well. How this had occurred was that he had asked you to sit down in front of him, and despite your confusion, you complied and did as he asked.

Now you had been sitting here with Lancelot as he had braided your hair, into an ornate design laying upon your head.

"I didn't know you were so good with hair, Lance." You teased, but stayed still as to not interrupt his focus. He was definitely making good process in such little time too, though truth be told you were still so surprised. However, this time with him was nice, a good way to bond even in silence.

"I just had alot of practice before." He mentions, the tone almost seemed to be somber. You raised a brow for a short moment, but quelled your questions and curiosities.

So you decided to not bring it up, and changed the subject, "Lucky you then, trying to wrangle my hair is hard to deal with every time I need to."

He huffs, almost as if he laughed at your comment. Lancelot pats your head for a short moment, "You can get better at it babe."

"Lance, if that was supposed to be a joke. I promise you it is not funny." You warn, and he recoils for a moment, feigning an expression as if he were scared. You huff as you turn your head, watching this happen all in the next few moments. Lancelot softens, returning to his usual sitting position.

"Wasn't a joke, I promise."

[romanticinlove]

misunderstanding

Summary: When Jude is banned because of his celebration, his anger gets the best of him

word count: 1k

Warnings: Angst

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During the game against Slovakia, England was putting up a good fight. When the other team scores, it went unanswered for so long. As you watched the game from the stands, you felt very anxious. Your boyfriend, Jude, was playing and you knew he had a lot of pressure of him during this game. You were wondering how he was dealing with the weight of the game, and you worried for him. When the game clock showed the 90th minute, you could only hope that enough time was added for England to make a comeback. When England finally scored, it was Jude who scored. You jumped up in the stand celebrating along the other fans. You could not have been more proud of your boyfriend. It was only when you looked down at the pitch that you saw how Jude decided to celebrate. You didn't think much of it, other players had done this celebration many times before. Sure, you thought it might've been a bit crude but he was just celebrating, you couldn't blame him. When the game came to a close, you were celebrating, Harry Kane scored a goal in extra time that secured the win for England. When you went down to see Jude, you were so proud of him and could not wait to see him. When he left the locker room, you could see that he was upset about something.

"hey baby, I am so proud of you! You played amazingly tonight, I knew you would be the one to put us ahead" You said and went to kiss his cheek, but he simply turned his head. You were confused and continued "Is everything ok?"

"Can we just go?" Jude said, while he couldn't even look you in the eye. You were a bit hurt because of the way he was acting but decided to leave him cool off before trying to talk to him again. As you drove the both of you home, you would occasionally look over at Jude, who only looked out of the window. You dropped Jude off at the facility where the teams were staying. When he went to leave the car, you tried to talk to him again.

"Ok well I'll call you tonight ok? " You said to him hopeful that he would at least give you something.

"I can't call tonight" he said before opening the door, but before he could get off, you began again.

"That's ok, I'll talk to you later then. I love you"

"You too." Jude said and then he shut the door and walked off. You sat in the car for a couple of minutes, shocked at his behavior. The both of you always said I love you to one another. It sounded so stupid and cheesy, but it did hurt you. You began to drive to the hotel where you were staying. Before, the distance would've killed the both of you, but maybe now it was necessary. You tried to think about every possible thing that could've set him off. When you couldn't think of anything, you tried to brush it off. When you arrived at the hotel, you got ready for bed. Just when you were about to go to bed, you decided to text Jude.

you: Hey Jude, I don't know what happened tonight, but I just wanted to let you know that I am very proud of you, you did great. I love you, please text me back <3

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When you woke up and saw that he left you on read, you got a bit upset. You genuinely had no idea what happened and you thought maybe it had something to do with you. You decided to try and text his teammate, Trent, and see if maybe he knew something.

You: hey Trent, Do you know what's wrong with Jude???

Trent: did he not tell you?

You: apparently not

trent: Y'know his celebration yesterday? He got a €30,000 fine, and a ban

you: are you serious??

Trent: unfortunately

You were very upset and immediately called Jude.

"Jude why didn't you tell me about the fine and ban??" you said as soon as he answered the phone

"Who told you about that?"

"it doesn't matter, why didn't you?"

"y/n I don't have to tell you every little thing that happens, stuff just happens"

"Not every little thing, but yeah things like that are important, especially when you get disrespectful with me"

"you still haven't answered my question"

"I told you it doesn't matter"

"who did you ask?" Jude said as he began to raise his voice a little. He was met with silence and then he spoke up again. "y/n, who told you about that?"

"I asked one of your teammates"

"Oh so instead of going to me, you go to another guy? How is that right?" Jude said in an accusatory tone. You didn't like what he was implying.

"What are you trying to say right now, you think I would cheat on you?"

"why did you have to go behind my back?"

"You were being cold and unresponsive, I was worried" you said. Jude scoffed not he other end and you began to get teary eyed "we're not accomplishing anything right now, ok. I will call you later when we're both a bit more calm."

"Yeah sure, maybe you can call my teammate and tell him about this" he said before hanging up the phone. You sat indoor hotel room, dumbfounded by this argument. How could he think that about you? You were beyond angry, but you couldn't think about why you were crying right then and there. But maybe he was right, maybe you should've texted Trent, maybe you should've waited for him to be ready. As all of these maybe's went though your head you got a text.

Jude: Honestly, I don't know what to do right now, I need space, I can't be focused on this and the euros, soju please leave me alone right now

you: Jude I will respect you space but please know that I would never do that to you, I promise

Jude: Ok

You: I love you

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a/n: This was my first attempt at angst so pls lmk what you think!!

[harunayuuka2060]

Vil: Did you manage to resolve the issue?

MC: Yes. It was a bit difficult at first, but the client listened in the end. 

Vil: …

Vil: You shouldn't have disclosed that you used to work as a concierge. 

Vil: Now everyone is bothering you. 

MC: *smiles* That's better than doing nothing. 

MC: I'm not here for relaxation anyway. 

Vil: …

Vil: Anyway, I received news from Dad. A director, who is a friend of his, needs a stand in. 

Vil: And he wants to hire you for this.  

MC: Huh? 

Vil: What do you think?

MC: …

MC: Is physical appearance a requirement? 

Vil: He didn't specify. Although he might need you for doing action stunts. 

MC: …

MC: Alright. 

Vil: Hm. Great. We'll be meeting him this afternoon to discuss it. 

MC: Okay. 

The casting director: *after seeing MC for the first time* Oh my seven… 

MC: …

The casting director: Their face, their eyes, their built… *turns to look at Vil’s dad* Oh, Eric! Where did you find such a fine specimen?!

Eric: *chuckles* They're a friend of Vil. 

The casting director: *turns to MC again* Do you have any experience in acting?

MC: …

MC: Yes. But it was a long time ago. 

The casting director: Oh? How come I've never seen you in any movie? 

Vil: They usually played as a double at that time, especially for action scenes.

The casting director: A double? With this gorgeous face? 

Eric, MC, and Vil: …

The casting director: Oh sweetheart, you are straight out of a fairy tale! 

MC: Um…

The casting director: Everyone! We found our protagonist! 

The staff: *cheers* 

MC: …

MC: *smiles* We might've some misunderstanding—

The casting director: Thank you so much, Eric, for bringing me this one! 

Eric: *chuckles* You're welcome. 

Vil: …

Vil: Dad. 

Eric: Er, I didn't know she was looking for someone to be a protagonist. 

Vil: …

Vil: *has managed to convince the casting director to do a screen test first before deciding on MC* 

The casting director: MC, don't be nervous. Okay?

MC: *nods*

The actress: Good luck. *smiles kindly at them* 

MC: *smiles back* Thank you. 

The casting director: Okay! Let's roll the camera! 

Vil: …

The casting director: Action! 

MC: *looks at the actress with a gentle gaze* *then subtly smiles* 

Vil: …

The actress: …

The actress: *ends up blushing* 

The casting director: Cut! Cut! That is perfect! 

Vil: …

The actress: I-I’m sorry. 

MC: *feeling slightly embarrassed* It’s alright.

Vil: …

Vil: Looks like you'll be doing separate work now. 

MC: Yes. But I won't still be neglecting my duties here. 

Vil: …

Vil: Have you told the news to Che’nya?

MC: Yes. *smiles* He was really happy about it. 

Vil: …

Vil: I haven't congratulated you yet. Let's have a toast?

MC: It's already late and you have an appointment tomorrow. 

Vil: You're right. 

Vil: Let's do it tomorrow then. 

MC: *smiles*

MC: Why are you still awake, Che’nya?

Che’nya: I wasn't able to call you all day, nya~. 

MC: Yeah, I'm sorry. Something unexpected happened. 

Che’nya: That you got scouted for a movie and received the protagonist role?

MC: …

MC: How did you know?

Che’nya: Nyaha~ The actress you practiced with is Neige’s co-star before! 

MC: I see. 

Che’nya: Congratulations nya~. 

MC: *smiles* Thank you. 

Che’nya: When will the taping start?

MC: In the next couple of weeks. 

Che’nya: Hmm… Does that mean you have to stay there longer?

MC: Hm. Yes. 

Che’nya: …

Che’nya: Nya love~ 

MC: Hm?

Che’nya: I miss you nya~! 

MC: *chuckles* I miss you too. 

Che’nya: *squeals* So sweet~! Bye-bye~! *ends the call* 

MC: *smiles* 

Neige: How did it go?

Che’nya: Nya love has no idea we're here! 

*Both of them has arrived to the airport* 

Neige: Oh Che’nya, I told you to inform MC. 

Che’nya: Nope! I'm surprising my spouse! :3

[sludgewolf]

Pls write something for Powerplex when you can. I literally don't even care what just something I am starving. If you need a suggestion maybe general relationship hcs? But again I will take ANYTHING lol please and thank you 🙏

Sorry for the long wait, couldn't organize my thoughts on this one (and also wanted to save some things for a one shot i've been planning for him)

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Don't trust me - Powerplex x Reader

Scott was hesitant on even starting anything w you, too scared of you getting tangled w the mess that he made of his life

but once you're in a relationship you're in no matter how much he tries to reassure you that he'll understand if you want to walk out, you know how devastated it'll make him

besides, you already got a taste there's no way you're letting him get away

Much like a skittish stray it takes some time for Scott to come out of his shell

once he does you first notice your tasks suspiciously already done or your food already plated waiting you in the microwave

and little by little you also start noticing him lingering around more often, always in the same room but just out of reach

Very clingy and overprotective, to the point of pouting when you go out by yourself, but at the same time he can't trust himself with your safety

especially since he thinks of himself as the biggest threat to you

despite that he can't will himself to not follow you around with big puppy eyes whenever he wants your attention

Scott is really scared of his emotions getting the better of him causing his powers to flare up

that's why he's always nearby but never close enough

He leans more towards book smarts than people smarts so communication is a must in this relationship

no vague gestures either, if you want something you must talk it out with him to prevent any misunderstandings

after some extensive talks with him and reassurance, that he doesn't need to keep you at arms length, that you trust him

he loosens up a little, with some more reassurance and a lot of patience Scott starts to allow you to touch him

to say he's addicted would be an understatement but you try to not say it in fear of him retreating back into himself

Though when he's sleepy Scott seems to calm down, all his worries, all those thoughts of being a threat to you are drowned out by his drowsiness

leaning more into your touch, letting himself lay by your side playing with your fingers

in some really rare days he'll just crash next to you, his arm thrown over your waist and his face shoved into your hair

you almost selfishly want him to always be like this, to always be free of worry and self hatred

it might be something that's better discussed with his therapist though

Just because his pain tolerance is dulled due to his powers it doesn't mean he doesn't feel it

you frequently massage his shoulders to try to help alleviate a bit of it, even getting him some heating pads to help his muscles relax

After all that happened Scott might've become a known criminal to the world, so he's not all that keen on crowds or public dates

instead he prefers more casual dates at home, his favorite being cooking for you and watching a movie until you fall asleep at the couch

it helps him feel normal again, you help him feel normal again

Once you finally get to the point where he feels ok with casual touches again he practically melts into you

always chasing after you for one more hug, asking for cuddles every night, just one more kiss

Speaking of kissing, it's way better that you've ever thought

you've read of electic kisses that gives the characters goosebumps, well that is real with Scott

when you kiss you can feel his power flowing through you and hear sparks coming out of him

nothing dangerous ofc but it scared the shit out of Scott the first time it happened

but now that he know it's safe he can't get enough of you

he made himself so touch starved these past months, he's so pathetic you couldn't not fuck him

[ninicaise]

some ppl are rlly out there claiming to be damen fans while completely misunderstanding and minimizing every aspect of his character except for how much he suffers lmfao.

if you think slavery wasn't a core flaw in akielon culture and damen wasn't on some level morally reprehensible for being a perpetrator in that system then i'm sorry but you do not like damen as much as you think you do. if you think the akielon slavery system is somehow justifiable in-universe because in the originally slavekink type of worldbuilding the slaves wanted to be in that position bc they were naturally submissive then you missed the entire point of damen's character arc.

the issue isn't that i can't see slavery through the lens of kink exploration, i'm very good at suspension of disbelief. but pacat said it himself, the consensual kink part of the story and worldbuilding got away from him because damen refused to comply with that narrative. so at that point a theme of "slavery bad" starts making its way into the story through damen. the slave kink excuse is no longer valid because damen himself starts questioning it, within the story. the narrative (DAMEN!!!!!) sets this moral standard, not the reader.

now. i'm not claiming damen deserved any of the horrible treatment he got from laurent, bc he did not. i'm speaking in terms of strictly what happened in the story. in the story, damen is a former slave owner, realizing slaves are in a very vulnerable position because he himself is put in a very vulnerable position with the worst master and owner imaginable is a core part of his story, his narrative, and the most telling thing about his personality and beliefs.

damen took those negative experiences, that pain and anger he felt at being captive, brutalized, humiliated, and robbed of his free will, and he was able to transfer those onto other people, his subjects, people he himself might've hurt by taking away their own free will. he was able to grow from his trauma through self-reflection and to see reality beyond a life of normalization of systematic violence from which he benefited, resolving to make a significant change as soon as he got the power to do so. that level of empathy and integrity is incredibly admirable of him.

and so you can't have your cake an eat it too. if you claim to love and enjoy this part of his character, you cannot in good faith claim the evil (in a thematic sense) he was fighting against and managed to defeat was not that even that evil anyway. you are saying his judgement is clouded by personal trauma, that he is biased and even overdramatic, and seeing a problem where there isn't any. this is in fact, disrespectful to damen's character. believe it or not.

[six-eyed-samurai]

Hi there!! Gotta say I have binge read all the things you have written of gachiakuta and I'm really hooked with your writing style!!! And soo I wanted to make a request or maybe something based on the idea of reader being really protective of Fu and Rudo, as the three of them kinda resemble raccoons (I know it may sound too specific but I just can't help but think of raccoons whenever I see them???), oh and also maybe reader is around zanka's age!!

SUMMARY: You miss your pets back home...oh, wait, look, new ones!! A/N: THANKYEW IM VERY FLATTERED AND I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN Fu looks like a racoon bandit, my first thought when I saw him frfr...Rudo looks like the bug we found in third grade and we named him Mango but an idiot accidentally smashed the jar's lid onto him and Mango died >:( WARNINGS: I don't mean to imply reader sees Fu and Rudo as pets, it's more of reader wanting to take care of something and projects it on them just in case someone misunderstands SUNNY'S RICELINGS: @rosetintedrot @kepodewers @magnesiumconsumer @nowayitsalex00 @powglasc @echantedtoon @just--crys @nelmmm

🌸You're known as the bubbly oldest sibling of the team, always ready to lend a hand, share some candy, hear out vents, patch a scrape, remind about water breaks, cheer on encouragement - very motherly tendencies, loyal to the end, no wonder everyone likes you, the happy-go-lucky Cleaner who turns into a feral monster when anyone threatens your friends.

🌸 Which is why it was odd for you to look as downcast and wistful as you did one night, moodily sitting by yourself, slumped like the world was weighing on your shoulders. A certain concerned redhead approached you, worried that something might've happened on your last mission.

🌸 “Oh? Sorry, I didn't realize I was looking that miserable.” You sheepishly laugh and straighten, offering a smile that wasn't complete without your usual spark. “It's just…feeling a little homesick, I guess. Clean HQ’s pretty far from home for me…and don't laugh, but I miss my pets.”

“I'm not laughing.” Riyo is excellent at keeping a straight face and she utilities that particular skill now. “…why the sudden homesickness? With the way you were looking I would've thought your dog died or something.”

“Ah, haha, I hope not. Nah, I just…we were out saving some kids today, and one of them ran back into the building just to get their pet, which made me think of mine…and I miss needing to take care of something. I just like that feeling and…it'd been nice to have my cat around.”

“Well, you take care of us.”

“Yeah, but you don't really need me to, right? It's just like an added bonus.” You sigh and deflate again. “Sorry, I'm being stupid. Anyways, wanna do each others' hair?”

🌸 Not to sound cliche, but little did you know how soon your wish would be granted: in the form of a candy addicted, squishable, angry Pomeranian.

🌸 The first time you met him you accidentally overwhelmed Rudo with your scream and eagerness to shake his hand, practically flying over from where you were originally, introduction bursting out enthusiastically. “You can call me your big sibling, okay?! Welcome to the Cleaners! Gah, you're so cute, where’d you get him, Enjin?”

“GUH - HAR?!”

🌸Unfortunately Rudo doesn’t immediately warm up to you at the start, much to your disappointment, namely because he’s not used to a) people being so openly affectionate, b) people actually like him??, c) all this Ground things were still a shock to his system. You’re kind of overwhelming for him, especially when he hasn’t gone through his character development yet fully, but as the plot goes on he gradually lets you look out for him, until he’s finally comfortable with your spontaneous bursts of affections i.e. sudden hugs from behind, picking him up like it’s no issue (look man, he’s just?? small?? Titchy, man…), ruffling his hair. Welcomes it, actually, because he’s only ever remembered Regto being this openly affectionate with him, and Regto is…well.

🌸 Probably helped that you were very. Very. VERY. Generous with candy, even after they put him on a diet after his er, fattening incident.

🌸 You’re protective as well! You nearly killed him again by suffocation after Eishia healed him and panicked so hard when he got sent off to the mission without Enjin that you threatened to march right up to Corvus and demand you come along, despite having your own mission. The bug-eyed kid is equal parts reveling in your attention and exasperated with your soccer mom behavior.

🌸 Y’know that big board of Rudo’s to-do list he has in his room? Probably tacked up a couple photos of you there; I’d like to think he scribbled on them as well, little doodles Remlin taught him because otherwise Rudo. I’m sorry he can’t draw.

🌸 Okay I’ve lost the plot enough about Rudo it’s time for Fu - CHILD NUMBER 2# SPOTTED!! Once again when he showed up begging Enjin to order him around, you’re ready to burst from jealousy, because where is Enjin getting all these cuties from? Okay, he’s formerly a Raider, and? Does he look like he could hurt anybody? DOES HE LOOK LIKE A SPY?

“WHY DO THEY ALL WANT YOUT?” You grab Enjin’s shoulders and shake him violently “YOU’RE A LITERAL CHICK MAGNET!”

“THAT DOESN’T MEAN WHAT YOU THINK IT MEANS!”

🌸 You would defend Fu with your life! I feel like at least one person is going to try and take advantage of him mindlessly obeying any order like a brainwashed minion, and whoever they are probably needs to visit Eishia to stop their ears from bleeding when you’re done with them. Be so for real, he looks harmless, unless you’re an egotistical world-conquering maniac who’s ordering him around, which you’re not - the most he’s ever “obeyed” your orders was when you asked for a drink and lil bro raided the pantry (you put him and Rudo in timeout after the other boy freaked over the candy or something)

🌸 Affection-wise I think Fu would be more receptive, except he considers them “orders” he must submit to, but after you explain to him that this is…voluntary. If you like it, I’ll keep doing it, if you don’t, I won’t. You have a choice! But choices scare Fu! Man…what even is this, at this point - one emotionally constipated child and the other is some yee yee bandit looking minion…in the end you come to a compromise in which you “order” Fu to be honest about whether he enjoys this particular way of affection and that’s how you work around his little problem. He likes head pats, by the way, when you’re complimenting him.

🌸Haters out there probably gonna argue “wHaT dO yOu MeAn WhAt aBouT tEaM cHilD” so I think that yes, you do take care of Team Child like you would Rudo and Fu, but because you’re on Team Akuta you don’t see them as much, which was why you meant you wanted to take care of someone, and with Team Child it’s more of a babysitting job than this (THERE’S A DIFFERENCE. SOMEHOW.)

🌸And what do the rest of team Akuta think about it all? Cute family of raccoons is what; a nickname started up by Riyo and Enjin and once Zanka started using it y’know it’s official. You’re probably more than happy to induct Remlin into your cult your little group if she ever wants to.

🌸What’s that one Instagram reel audio - You better not mess with my gang, or you’ll be messing with Oopy Goopy (Guita), General Munchkin Man (Rudo), Lil Jim Bob (Dear) and worst of all, Larry (Fu).

🌸 You end up adopting Follo as well later on, once Rudo and him have made up their differences and made friends (you may or may not have shed a tear…okay, several), but that's a story for another time ;)

this was so unserious i honestly gave up halfway.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hi!! I'm new here but I wanted to ask since it's WIP Wednesday i think, if you could post some Angel AU

WIP Wednesday (2/26) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 282)

As sick as it may be, Andrew thinks he might've liked that. He doesn't say anything, so Neil takes it as permission to continue.

"My mother taught me how to break a neck in Canada. Well, it really wasn't much of a lesson. But I saw her do it. I don't even remember if it was a man or a woman who'd found us, who'd broken into our motel room. But I remember the way mum's arms locked around their neck, the way she snapped their head to the left and the light drained out of their eyes.

"It was the quietest, least messy method I knew of. If I hadn't remembered, I would've used the knife. And the whole neighborhood would've come running out of their houses trying to find out what was happening.”

Andrew stares at Neil for a minute. Then two. "I guess you saved Nicky's parents the trouble of cleaning up bloodstains, anyway."

"Speaking of them," Neil begins, his expression still verging on homicidal. "Do you think Nicky would mind terribly if they went missing permanently?"

Andrew's brow raises.

"I do have the knife, you know. And unfortunately I am my father's son. I know how to make it hurt and I think they deserve it. Because that was the misunderstanding, wasn't it? They didn't believe you. They lured you there. To him." Neil's mouth curves into something lethal, Andrew can't look away. No one has ever looked like this on Andrew’s behalf. At him, but never for him. "With my powers I could kill them and hide both bodies in the blink of an eye. Or I could make it look like an accident. They have cars. They have a gas stove. They have stairs, Andrew. I could push one of them, both of them. I could do it—"

"No," Andrew cuts him off. "Just stay here. With me."

The way Neil goes back to normal, the way the vengeful guardian leeches out of him within seconds, should be alarming. But it isn't. Neil looks like himself again when he nods and pulls his knees up to his chest. He layers his arms on them and places his chin on top, to stare at Andrew. They sit together for a while with nothing but breathing between them. 

"I am going to bed now," Andrew says eventually. He can't be certain whether it's been thirty minutes or three hours, but his legs are falling asleep. And he would like to join them.

"Alright. Goodnight, Andrew." Neil stands up and stretches out. "I will be on the roof if you need me."

"I know."

Neil studies him for a moment. "Promise you'll call if you need me. Promise me."

"I promise." Andrew says, though he's unsure if he means it. Neil nods and goes to the window. He sticks one leg out, then the other. Andrew hears the flap of wings, then silence. He shuts the window and kicks his shoes off and goes to bed, trying not to think of the what-ifs. It's near impossible not to. When Andrew closes his eyes he gets flashes of memories and of that image of Drake lying dead on the ground. He forces himself to picture Neil instead and that's how he finally manages to go to sleep.

[wonton4rang]

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that's not how this works.

pairing: sungho x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, mentions of cheating.

summary: based on charlie puth's song 'that's not how it works', with some changes because yes. basically cheater coming back and sungho fucking the shit out of you < 3

note: small thought i had to get out, wrote this in like 15 min, did not check anything so it might have typos but omg sungho is soooo hot 😭😭😭

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sungho was never the type to sleep around, he is a very relationship centered boy, he loved to have something stable with an specific person to woke up to and think about when things were getting heavy on his daily life.

he loved to have dates, go to the park and sit down on a mat while you ate whatever and talked about everything while laughing like it was the funniest thing. he loved to stay late nights at your place and kiss you for so long you both wouldn't even notice when you fell asleep until you woke up the other morning with the boy arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder while cuddled you from the back.

it was all so lovely. so endearing and everyone, including yourselves could see this long term.

that until you messed up.

sungho couldn't believe his eyes the day he was texting you while walking down the street, smiling like a dummy to his phone screen.

"i miss you so much, baby, can i make you dinner at my place today?" sungho typed.

"awww, i miss you so much too, sungho :( but i can't today, i have so much work to do with the finals. i'm so sorry..."

and sungho was not even going to complain, the opposite, in fact, he was going to offer you help or at least offer to send you food to your place for you to study in peace.

but he got distracted when he heard your voice a few meters away, you were standing in front of that cafe you both loved so much with your phone on your hands, apparently waiting for his answer and he just smiled candidly at your sight.

he loved you so much.

right before he could lift his hand and call your name another person joined the frame, making him frown his eyebrows when the boy held your waist and you just looked at him with a wide smile, putting your phone away and walking down the street with the other male holding your hand.

and he wasn't even mad right now, he was just confused as to what the fuck just happened. he might've got it wrong, right? maybe that boy was a family member or a close friend, not necessarily a lover, right?

oh, boy. sungho was trying by all means to make this a misunderstanding.

sad thing for him it wasn't. cause when you guys met the next day and he mentioned that he saw you at the cafe, you went pale, your hands shaking and you suddenly stuttering a lot with every word you said.

at the end he just called it quits after a few weeks of you ignoring him and his words whenever he brought the subject up.

changing the subject with a "oh my god, not this again, babe, i already explained this. i don't wanna talk about it"

but as much as sungho loved you, he wasn't a fan of cheaters or toxic environments so he just broke up with you, not giving you much details but his words being very blunt and explicit.

"i've loved you for many years but i can't be in a relationship were i am the only one committed. i don't like cheaters and i no longer feel comfortable with you. i wish you the best, thank you for everything you gave me"

and he was truly thankful because even though he cried like a baby for a whole month while going to sleep, ignoring your messages and not picking up your calls, he was thankful for the good moments and the bad ones too. he got great memories and a good lesson.

what he didn't expect was you in front of his apartment when he came back from college that night, looking so sorry but he knew better than that so he just passed by your side and opened his door without saying a thing, barely reacting when you pushed him away and got inside his house.

"what are you doing here? i thought i was clear when i said i didn't wanna see you anymore" he said still standing on his door frame, making space for you to leave as he said: "go away"

"i've missed you so much, i'm... i'm so sorry, sungho, i made a mistake and i-"

"we already talked about this, y/n" his voice sounded tired, he was in fact, because he couldn't believe you were so shameless to show up to him like this right when he was getting over you. "i don't care about your excuses, we are not a thing anymore"

"but we could be"

"no, we couldn't"

"but i-"

"you're not gonna leave?"

"please just let me talk"

"i already left you talk and all you could say was bullshit, y/n, i'm done with you, i don't want to be with you anymore and i sincerely hope you could understand that because you hurt me, okay?"

"why you gotta be so hot when you're mad?" sungho just chuckled, closing the door behind him and looking at you with his tilted head, bottom lip between his teeth and his expression yelling 'what am i supposed to do with you?', and honestly, you were up for anything.

"you gonna do the same to him too?" was all he said, swallowing when you got close to him, caressing his shoulders with a sly smile that made him tense.

"we broke up"

and even though sungho tried to play it nice, he wanted to be the bigger person so bad, he just wanted to keep it healthy. but here you were, too close to be apart and too hot to be ignored.

sungho was a weak man.

so he just took you in for a kiss, but not the soft type as you guys were used to, he grabbed the back of your head to press your lips harder and your arms hugged his waist to get closer.

you guys were just so hungry for each other.

sungho's hands were all over your body, holding your hips, your shoulders and then your face, his tongue getting in your mouth and making your pussy leak cause he knew how you liked it.

it didn't take him long to walk against you, your back pressing against the boy's bedroom door before he opened it and threw you on the bed. your eyes were sparkling when you looked at him take his shirt off and lay upon you to continue the kiss.

your legs were open and sungho's hips kept rolling against your clothed cunt, making you tremble and moan during the kiss, your nails pressing on the skin of his wide back and making him groan too.

"fuck, i need you" he said before attacking your neck, playing with your sanity when he started moaning against your skin, leaving long trails with his mouth before he looked you in the eye. "can i?"

and there was a reason you were there at night.

you just nodded and felt him unbuckling your pants, caressing the skin on your thighs when he pulled them down with your panties.

his eyes stayed fixated on your pussy, licking his lips before shaking his head to come back to his senses. he wanted to eat you out so bad but he knew he shouldn't, not right now. he had to fuck you.

and so he did.

he unbuckled his own pants and pulled out his dick, sliding it between your wet folds and making your legs shake a bit at the feeling. damn, you really missed it. but it got even better when he finally pressed his head in your entrance, looking at you like you were the most delicious meal, foxy eyes being slightly covered by his hair and his lips looking so wet that it made you clench your pussy. he was, in fact, the most delicious meal you ever got.

"you have condoms?" he inquired and you just denied with your head, your hands pressing on his back.

"please, get in" sungho kinda pulled back at that because he was not used to fuck you without protection, but you held him close and looked at him with that bright eyes that made him weak "please"

not a single word left his lips when he was pushing inside and once he got in, you had to arch your back, moaning at the stretch, sungho was definitely gifted, not huge but a nice size and width. and the best part was that he actually knew how to use it.

he held your hips and thrusted in a few times before actually starting to moan himself, biting his lip and your hands tangled in his hair, gosh, he loved when you did that.

his weight dropped a little bit in top of you, his lips moving quickly to find yours and start a desperate kiss while his hips kept speeding up, making your body move against the sheets and your hair get all messed up.

but you really didn't mind to be messed up, not when it was sungho the one who messed you up.

and he knew that. everyone fucking knew that.

"you feel so good, sungho" you muttered when he left your lips and hid his face on your neck, crying a little bit out of pleasure there and making your pussy clench "fuck, you're so hot"

"stop saying that" but you know he loved it, his body spoke for him the things his words were denying "my god, you're so wet and warm"

"just for you"

"you suck me in s-so well" he continued, this time leaving your neck to look at you while he pounded your tight cunt "perfect for my dick, and just my dick, right, baby?"

"yes, i'm only yours, please"

and to be honest you both were edging at this point, so you just left yourself go and started matching sungho's thrusts to chase your own high, smiling when his hand grabbed softly around your neck, hard enough to make you feel the rush but not as hard to hurt you.

"i'm cumming" he announced and even though you thought he may want to pull out, he didn't, instead he pressed himself so deep in your pussy that you shaked when you felt him in your cervix.

"dammit" you moaned when the warm liquid filled you, making you feel so dirty, full and even wetter that it made your orgasm arrive while sungho's softly grinded his hips against your clit "oh god, w-wait"

"i know you fucking love it"

and you did.

but it was kinda sad though because as soon as you came, he pulled out, started putting his pants back on and looking for his shirt on the bedroom floor.

you looked at him confused because he never, and i mean NEVER, left you like that after having sex, where was the after care? he didn't even kiss you or said you did well.

the next thing was what actually made you snap, him giving you your pants with a serious look in his face.

"what?" his voice was neutral, no feeling on it, not happiness, not anger, nothing.

"what's wrong?" you said while you took your pants and looked at him, you were still full of his cum, he didn't even pass you a tissue or a paper towel to clean yourself.

"about what? ain't you leaving?"

"sungho, what the fuck is this?" the sound of anger in your voice made sungho look at you confused while you put your pants on "we just had sex, why are you treating me like this?"

"we are not dating, i was pretty clear about that"

"but we just..." he just stayed put, listening to whatever you were going to say "i thought we made up"

"wow, for real? i'm not that easy though" and you damn knew his words had a double meaning when he just looked at you and laughed "anyways, get out of my apartment, let's get you a taxi, it's late"

and you couldn't say anything against it, he was right, you guys were not together, he never said he'll forgive you and, to be honest, you kinda had it coming.

but you tried one last time before he left your side once you got in the taxi.

"sungho, i am really sorry, he is not as good as you and i... i honestly miss you so much, can't we just try again?"

"you know that's not how it works, y/n. did you really break up with him before coming here?" you went silent and he got his answer "yeah, i thought so. i don't fuck with cheaters, pun intended, you can't be coming over or calling me each time you feel lonely or he fucks up"

"but i-"

"i don't deserve that. and neither does he" he cut you up and it was basically game over "get her home safe, sir, please"

the taxi man just nodded and the car finally left, you feeling like the worst person in the world while you texted your current boyfriend that you were going home.

sungho just watched the car go and smiled for himself because he knew you'll come back but this time it won't be the same as before.

because now sungho knew the drill. he was just wishing on a star that he would be able to push you away when you came back because that's not how it was supposed to work.

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

°𝄞 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 °𝄞

☆ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 ☆

"If he wanted to, he would and he did"

♬♪ 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ♬♪

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✶࿐ Summary : how much longer you could take that you won't ever break from the challenges that you're facing?

✶࿐ Word Count : I've lost count, sorry :((

✶࿐ Warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x Future!FEM!reader, cursing, use of y/n, bl00d (not g0re), denial, brainwash, arguments, confession, misunderstandings, jealousy, debunking controversies, exciting ending ahead! 🤭

✶࿐ What to Expect : ANGST and FLUFF!, reader lives in 2024, fantasy, romance, comedy, time travel

✶࿐ Note to Reader : I've took a break from continuing this because I was occupied with my family in Dec and Jan! I hope you'll understand! 🥺

✶࿐ Author Note : it's going to get very steamy on the next upcoming chapter! we're getting closer 😏

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❦ 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙖'𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚 ❦

Gareth watches Chrissy closely as she carefully and patiently for everyone to understand the situation, his own anxiety is bubbling up inside of him as he can feel the people getting reckless and crossing the lines with their questions

She stood beside Officer Powell while Officer Callahan tries to cool down the anxious townspeople who are confused and keeps bombarding questions when Chrissy unravel the whole truth

It sparked an ginormous clamor around the police station, Chrissy began to think that she might've been wrong for this, she tries to mask up her expression

"What about that Munson kid? What were you doing in his trailer?"

"Yeah, is he dangerous?"

"Is he still the suspect?"

"Upside down? Vecna? He got you drugged didn't he?!?"

"She's speaking tongues that there's another world in our town, I think they brought it in here so they can spread evil!"

"Maybe, this is all just part of a plan to boggle our minds more!

Chrissy tenses, "It's kind of a personal reasons-"

"Bullshit! You're a member of that cult!"

"Why would we believe you?!? you're nothing but a Cunningham, whose family is taking over the town's money!"

She stumbles in her stance as she is stunned at one of the people threw words at her that she did not expect

Jason said that?!? She thinks in her mind, disappointed but not surprised as she kept her stoic face in front of everyone

"Everyone, please, let us handle it" Officer Callahan told everyone to stand back down as he locks the main gate of the police station, Gareth manages to maneuver at the swarming people as he gets inside

"Is it true about everything you said out there?" Officer Powell step aside as he narrow his eyes at Chrissy

"If you only saw what I saw, you can't even comprehend that it's actually happening, you can see it in my appearance, therefore why would I lie that I almost died?"

Officer Powell pulls himself back as Chrissy didn't break off the serious eye contact, the man blinks once or twice

Before he could speak, the collective horrendous gasps echoed, he turn his head at the gate, Officer Callahan clutched his weapon as he tries to analyze the commotion

"I-Is that Jason Carver?" Chrissy overheard it as she became nervous, Officer Powell notices this as he said to stay put

Discreetly, Gareth calls out to Chrissy, he gestures at the backdoor that is wide open she saw him as she looks over at the two officers who are busy with the scenario

She carefully walks slowly to Gareth as he take her hand, but the moment that Officer Powell couldn't control the people who are panicking, he drops the keys and his eyes fall to Chrissy who is with Gareth, they both froze on the spot, he looks back at the Carver kid and took him a sec to contemplate with his thoughts as he remembers Chrissy's words

"There is a bigger problem that's going on in Hawkins and it's not Eddie Munson"

He saw her bruises and open cut wounds and from her eyes, he knew she's more trustworthy than this blinded young boy of his beliefs and he knows he's the one who's done this to you, he doesn't need your words to confirm it, it's obvious

Jason has always been so cruel to Eddie, he's gonna do anything just to pin him down and that alone, that kind of behavior is unsettling to Powell, especially when he connects Chrissy story, it all adds up

Without having a second thought, he gave her a small nod, Chrissy gratefully and almost tearfully smiles at Officer Powell

"What the- you let her go?!?" Officer Callahan went beside him as he facepalmed, Powell restrains himself from eye rolling

"She's telling the truth, kid"

"In what part?"

"Jason told us that she's missing" Powell leaves at that and Callahan realizes his point

Meanwhile, Steve and the kids are still worried about you and Eddie's well-being when it's literally 48 fucking hours has passed still no proof of life of what happened to the both of you

"Dustin?" A noise from the walkie-talkie

"Shit" the young man curses under his breath

The group alarmed at the sound of his voice as they moved further away from the ears of the townspeople who could hear it

"Eddie? Where are you and Y/N? Are you both alright?"

"Nah, man, pretty too goddamn far from okay"

He could hear the walkie-talkie being passed over to someone

"Hey, Dustin- it's me, Y/N, I'm here with Eddie"

Robin caught Steve eases out of his concerned intense expression as she elbowed him making Steve groan

"Where are you?" Max snatches the walkie-talkie out of Dustin's grip ignoring his protests

You looked around as you spoke, "Skull Rock"

"I know where it is, let's go-" Steve picks up his keys from his pocket as he abruptly stops on his tracks

"What happened?" Nancy jumped at Chrissy and Gareth who appeared out of the blue

Lewis and Jeff come closer to them, "I thought she's being held-"

"Well, not anymore, I'll tell it on the way, Jason's here" Gareth tips his head at the police station

As everyone saw a glimpse of Jason's figure in the police station

"Fuck" Lucas exclaims, Steve signals to everyone to move out

"Eddie and Y/N, we're coming! don't worry, we'll be there!" Dustin ends with that as he follows along with the group

"Okay" Eddie sighs as he runs down his palm over his face as you rest your head over his shoulder

You took a deep breath as you try to stop shaking too much out of your nerves as you both wait for them

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"Now is our chance"

"Let's take it out"

Hopper and Enzo gave the Demogorgon the last final blow impaling it as they light the creature up, falling embers in it's flesh as it wails in pain

They're both panting as they roam their eyes around the area realizing that most of the prisoners are lost trying to fight for their lives to took down one monster

"I-I still can't believe you deal with this shit"

"It's a normal day for me"

Enzo looks at him as he saw that Hopper is already staring at him with a weakened grin as he scoffed

"Come on, let's get you home-"

The two men jolted at the ringing of the telephone, they looked at each other as if they we're more Russian guards around but there is nothing

Hopper walks over to it, inspects the phone first before he picks it up and answers it

"Hello?"

"J-Jim?" she realized she has been holding her breath as if the voice on the other line, it felt truly surreal to her as she couldn't believe he is still alive

Enzo came into the scene stabilizing Hopper on his stance as he almost fell into the floor with tears on his waterline

Hopper mouthed Joyce to Enzo who gave him an recognized smile as he pats him in the back

He bunches his eyebrows in the process as he came into a thought, "Wait- how'd you know"

"You need to come home first please"

Enzo signals Hopper at the soldier in the tower who is now alerting everyone else in the scene

"A-Alright, I'll be there"

"Come home to me please" Joyce audibly sobs over the phone who Hopper smiles sadly at it, he treasures the sound of her voice as he wouldn't have thought he could hear it again

"We gonna bolt now" Enzo whisper-shouts to him as he hides himself in the corner

"I'll come home to you, Joyce and I promised that dinner"

El, Mike, Will and Jonathan looked at Joyce with sympathetic expressions on her as they give themselves a group hug

"You remembered, take care okay?"

"I will"

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"Eddie-"

"I'm not in the mood for talking, Y/N"

"What's gotten into you? why are you so defensive all of the sudden?"

"Because-"

"Because what"

I saw you talking to Steve and I don't know why I hated it so much, is what Eddie wanted to say to you

He already told himself that it shouldn't bothering him this much, but he can feel that his heartaches everytime he sees you with him

It is granted that you're not both in a relationship and....only regarded as friends which makes him into a fit of grumpiness

"You're acting like this since last night at the Reefer Ricks!"

"I did not-"

"Oh, yes you did!"

Eddie grumbles as he went on the other side of the woods keeping a distance across from you

You scoff in disbelief, "Can you just explain to me why are you behaving this way? If there's anything that I made you mad, you can just tell me and I'll do better!"

Silence, what the fuck, Eddie???

You could feel your ears ringing from being too upset that you swore there's steam coming off on it

You squeal in annoyance as you picked up a pebble and throw at him

He exclaimed an "Ow!" as you almost very nearly laughed at how he reacted

You could feel your skin easily slicing off at how much he stares so icy to you

He huffs, "You shouldn't have done that, sweetheart" he says with firm tone and stern face

You rolled your eyes at him, "Not until you say the reason why you're moody last night" you throw another pebble at him that he missed to dodge, he grumbles yet again

"Y/N, I'm warning you-" you hit him once again making him stomps angrily towards you, the leaves crunch against his white Reebok's as he goes to take ahold of you

"I'm not stopping, you can't make me-"

"Or what if I can?"

You didn't flinched or show any fear instead as you continue throwing him pebbles as he takes both of your arms with a tight grip as you try to yank them off but not to avail

He brings you backward until you hit the so-called Skull Rock boulder behind you making you gasp while at it as you can feel the warmth on his body being pressed against you, he is breathing heavily and you feel how hard his chest rising up and down

The irritation on your eyes are lessening, the more you stare completely into his paired chocolate brown irises, you can't even read what's going on with him especially his eyes

It's like he's fighting himself on his own storm or he is just infuriated as you are, you don't really know

He has got you pinned at the boulder holding both of your arms as you try your best to understand him, you search for his face everywhere but all you can feel how your heart is screaming for it's life and terrified if he ever felt it but you do

You feel his heart beating the same speed as you do, that's what you've been trying to get away

Could it be? Can he fall in love with you?

The moment his eyes flicker to your lips and back to your eyes, you watch him as he goes closer, so closer that you can already feel his lips brushing against you so close that you can almost taste it

The tension only to be cut off when you both overheard the familiar voice at the other side of the boulder

"This is skull rock!"

Dustin shakes his head when Steve is back at it again losing his shit

"You're totally absolutely 100% wrong....Right now!"

"Yes.....No"

"Oh my god...."

Eddie swallows as he clenches his jaw, he brings back his eyes to you, the fire is still there but it went softer for now, "We're not finished here, sweetheart" he says to you as he whispers it at your ear, he purposely let his lips linger on your earshell and it shoots goosebumps on your skin, you nearly whined at the sharp tone of his voice

He leaves you breathless as you slide down as you sat on the ground

"You gotta pull yourself together, Y/N" you remind yourself

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"We're lost, you can't just admit it, you butthead" Steve exasperatedly sighs as he wanders around

Dustin groans but whips his head around when he heard someone leaped forward to the ground

"I concur, you, Dustin Henderson are a total butthead" Eddie agrees with Steve's statement who gave him a tight nod

"Jesus, we thought you are a goner" the young kid went to embrace the long haired metalhead he stiffs for a second until he envelopes him patting him the back

"Me too, man, me too"

"So, where's Y/N?" Steve asks as he looks for you

"I'm here, Harrington" you say as you appear behind him, the smile appears on his lips as he checks on your condition

The male sighs of relief to see you, finally, after he totally almost crashes himself out last night when you're not responding at the countless attempts of telephone calls

"I got-" he looks at Dustin who is confused why he is acting like that around you, he clears his throat and corrects himself, "We got so worried last night"

"Yeah, Carver found us" you laugh to yourself as you just recall the events, "motherfucker, tried to drown us in the boat"

"No way" Steve reacts in pure disbelief but also mad for not being there with you as he continues to listen

Eddie is now kicking himself for not being straight forward to you if he wasn't so cowardly to just say it to you, the kid is in front of him is not dumb with it too, he darts his eyes back to you and to him

"Is there's something going on between the two of you?"

"What" Eddie mean to make his reply sharp but all he wanted to do is to shred Steve apart so he can't talk to you like that and damn he got you all smiley and shit

Fuck

Dustin eyes goes wide at the tone of his voice, "Dude, chill, I was only asking" he surrenders both of his hands up

"Sorry, kid, I-I uh- nothing unusual going on with us" He tries to keep his cool but Dustin knows he's lying through his teeth

"Hmm" Dustin squints his eyes on him as Eddie chuckles

"If it's nothing then why are you making torture scenarios at your head while you're watching her talking to Steve-"

Eddie headlocks Dustin as the young kid yelps in the sudden action, "Too many questions, Henderson"

"Okay, okay! Let me go!" Dustin snatches his arm away making Eddie hollered at his annoyed face

You and Steve are amused as you watch them do their childish antics

Robin, Nancy, Lucas, Fred, Lewis, and Gareth went into the corner as they all light up and say your name in unison

"Hey, guys" they're all gathered around you as you take your time to listen carefully to their sentiments

"I really thought we will never see you again!" Robin begans to ramble and mutters sorry you assure her it's fine

Nancy saw your blooming bruises, "That's gonna take sometime to heal, are you doing good?" You nod and you sided hug her

"We've been walking here for hours, Y/N, we we're so scared" Lucas catches his breath as you gave him an apologetic smile as you hug him back

"We're relieved you got our lead guitar safe and sound" Lewis teases making Gareth adds more taunting to him, "Did he shit himself?!?"

You giggle, "Hey, stop it! He did good" you try to convince them but they keep teasing Eddie as he just groans in response

Max who has resting face as she looks at you, you open your arms to her, she drops her crossed arms as she accepts your invitation, "Don't scare me like that again, okay?"

Chrissy is almost unrecognizable just as you are, it looks like you both went into the battle together and you both chuckle at your similar appearance

"I heard that you reported about it to the police?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that Y/N-"

"No, it's fine, at least we got that whole bullshittery with Jason covered because you showed up and that alone proves he doesn't know what he's talking about"

"Exactly, but Y/N..."

"Yes?"

"I think Officer Powell is on our side?"

"Is that so, huh?" You think for a moment, "He can help us if we needed it"

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You told them there's an open gate nearby and you tell them every detail on the chase with Jason last night, they felt tensed when you couldn't even save Patrick and that made Lucas furious and sad by the revelation

You couldn't also save Eddie to spare him another trauma

"Hey, Eddie is still a wanted man, we can't just go hike in the woods!"

"Trust me on this-"

"No-"

"What say you Eddie The Banished?"

"You're asking me to follow you into Mordor, which I'm totally being straight with you, I think it's a bad idea, but the shire, the shire is burning"

Dustin suddenly jumps into his feet as Steve puzzled by Eddie's words

"So Mordor it is" Eddie stood up and begans to walk only by going back to pick up his things

"Who is Mordor?"

"It's a book"

"What"

"you uncultured swine, Lord Of The Rings!" You throw your hands up making Eddie amazed that you recognized his reference

Steve playfully rolls his eyes at you as you pushed him by the chest "Get your stuff, dude, let's go" he says to Eddie who restrained his glare at him

The 5 of you are in a boat and Eddie argued that you shouldn't get on with it, Robin and Nancy shoots you an suggestive look when you briefly glanced at them as you roll your eyes

Steve on the other hand, he knew, you don't have the eyes on him, he respects that and he feels slowly losing his hope on you but at the same time he is glad to have known you

"What are you doing?"

"I'm a lifeguard, Y/N, someone has to check this out"

He took his yellow long sleeve top off as you handed the flashlight that is plastic covered by Eddie

"Ew, gross"

Robin snatches the cigarette from his lips as he looks at her stunned, you bite the laugh that is forming in your belly as you told Steve to take care, he dives in and all of you waited for him to come back

When he erupts out of the blue all of you startled by it

Before he can say anything, you beat him to it

"Steve, you can tell it here in the boat where you are safe"

He looks at you confused, "Why?" as he put his arms on the rim of the boat leaning forward

"Don't question it, Steve! I'm serious, you have to climb here before you tell us anything!" You reach for his arm as you motion for him to get out of the water

"What's gonna happen, Y/N?" Nancy asks as she hides her nervousness, Eddie and Robin awaits for your answer as they looked at each other

"Something else will pull him down underwater!"

The rest of them are shocked as they begin to scramble and pull Steve up but it was too late

As if on cue, Steve felt it what you said something is dragging his foot, your eyes go wide when your hand slipped off from his arms when he fully submerged again into the water

"Fuck! What did I just say?!?" You gesture what just happened with annoyance, you stand up and unzip your jacket as you take it off

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing?" Eddie says as you ignore him before he knew it what you're about to do, before he can stop you from going after Steve, you already dove off

Nancy and Robin gasps when you don't even have to think twice about your decision, you just went for it without being scared of what's out there

"No- Jesus Christ! Y/N!" Eddie's voice cracks as he stares at the water, he is completely rattled and his mind is going frenzied by million thoughts of what he should've done before

He is fucking dumb, what if you won't come back again and he didn't even got the chance to say things that he badly wanted to say to you ever since you came into his life without a warning, you just appeared and changed his life despite under the circumstances, it's the school year of his life

He took a deep breath, "Goddamn it, Y/N" he leaps off the boat, swam down deeper and deeper as his eye catches the red glowing gate as he went inside of it

"D-Did you just saw-"

"Yeah, I've never seen him done like that before-"

Nancy and Robin nod to each other as they both went off to follow all of you

You and Steve fight off the demobats and killed the one who is strangling him as he brutally kills it

One of the demobat wraps his tail onto your foot without you noticing it, you fall back into the ground as you got dragged across concrete as you try to escape and cry out for help to Steve and he couldn't when he is also restrained

Your eyes almost bulged out of your skull, when Eddie came into the scene and smash the demobat with an oar, he helps you get back up to your feet

You and Eddie exchanged smiles as all of you fought together every demobat

When there's more coming, all of you abort and went into a different location, the place it's the same but it's dark and gloomy, red skies and thunderbolts flashing on with dark clouds surrounding everywhere, there's also lot of vines that is covered in the ground and shit, you're becoming a part of history here, you're only listening to it in every lecture in your class but never would've thought you will be in one

All of you rested in a while as you continue with your mission when it's safe again to walk around, you chuckle when Eddie throws his denim vest to Steve as he goes "for your modesty, dude" you raise your eyebrows in amusement when Steve huffs with a small smile in his face, you know Eddie did that on purpose to interrupt your conversation with him

"Hey, Y/N" he jogs up to you

"Steve, what's the matter?" You eye him in concern, his heart warms when in truth, he is not the one for you

"Nancy, patched you up okay, right?"

"Y-Yeah, it's good but uh- I just wanna say thank you for saving my ass back there"

"Oh" you shook your head as you went bashful, you giggle, "Next time, listen to me okay?"

"Alright"

The both of you walk in comfortable silence as he starts speaking again, he will punch himself to the face if he wouldn't try, "Will you go out with me?"

"What?" You're taken aback at how laid back and calm Steve asks you

When you're not so used at it, in your world, the men that asks you are too demanding and also have poor fragile ego and weak masculinity

"I-I mean just us, you know, after all of this is done?"

You gave him a knowing look that made you smile and also feel bad for him that he has fallen for you but your heart beats to someone else

You stopped as he halts his tracks too at the same time, you smile at him as you rub your hands together, you glance at the pissed off rockstar as you take your eyes back to Steve

"I-I'm sorry, Steve, I-" you took down probably the most nicest offer that you ever received by a man

"I know and it's okay, I'll be fine"

You sigh as you try to apologize, "I didn't mean to hurt you, Steve"

"You didn't, Y/N, I'll be fine like I always have been"

You're sad because he has no one in the future, he's all alone, you wished that you could be the one for him but it isn't no matter how hard you try to disregard your feelings but no, your feelings are true and it's only one man that speaks clearly for you

You hoped that you can give the happy ending that he deserves before you can get back home

It made you even more sadder to realize that you have to come back to your time soon

It's insane, you only knew them for a few days but to you it feels like you knew them for years

Eddie watches you both with sour expression on his face, he is not every subtle isn't he?

"Can we steal her from you?" Robin hooks her arm over yours

Steve nods before you can protest, you gave him your most grateful smile as his heart swells at your glistening eyes with that he reluctantly breaks off your eye contact as he walks away

"Y/N, guess what"

"What"

"Eddie-"

"Stop with the suspense, Robin!"

"Nancy-"

"What's with Eddie?"

"He jumped off from the boat, the mere second that you went for Steve"

You halt your tracks again as you looked back at them with matching eat shiting grin faces

You snort, "Can y'all just stop" you keep walking again, ignoring the fact that the butterflies flutter in your stomach

"Y/N! you know for a fact that Eddie wouldn't do that to anyone" Nancy reasons with you

"Exactly, can you not see the bigger picture here?" Robin tone down her voice but she aggressively whispers to you

You know they're right but you're too frightened to face the obvious truth, what if you gave in, it can jeopardize the whole situation that somehow he will face his fate because no matter how hard you try to save everyone, someone else will always and have to die

You can't risk it

But, how far can you go? This is testing your limits

"I may not know Eddie that much but he didn't even waste a second" Nancy adds as she caught a glimpse that you almost faltered by your nonchalant demeanor

"If he wanted to, he would, and he did" Robin voice echoes to your mind and it really messes you up to the point that you shouldn't mixed your emotions along with this

"Enough! you guys" you chuckle as you fasten the pace

"Damn it, did it work?" Robin whines as she ruffled her hair in frustration

"Oh yeah, it did" Nancy smirks as she crosses both of her arms

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You and the whole crew are chilling for sometime in the open lawn as the rest you ate and make weapons

You tidy up the kitchen in the RV van as they couldn't wrap their heads around how badass you are and you always feel shy about their genuine compliments

"Is it true that you hit Jason with an oar in the face?!?" Jeff asks you as two boys behind him gauging for your answer

You gave them a look that says enough as they went whistling and hollered at it

"He got what he deserves, you know" you say with a light chuckle

"Right on, Right on" Lewis chimes in as he agrees

At the window, you saw Eddie talking to Chrissy who is laughing along with him

You ignore the gnawing pang inside of your chest as you quickly put the plates back into to their respective places as Gareth told you that they'll be outside and you nod

You thought you will have the RV to yourself as you sat down on the coffee table and look at the window

The door opens and you watch who will it be and it's him

It's Eddie

He stops to look at you for a moment and you avert your eyes away from him as you suddenly get up, he locks the door and pulls down the blinds

"There's more food and drinks in the fridge" you say as you wiped the table as you wash your hands

"Nah, I'm good" he says lowly

Your breath hitches when he places his hand onto your waist as he slowly reaches at the faucet to close it, he dips his head low closer to your ear as he rests his chin into your shoulder

"Can we talk?"

"N-No"

You step away from his warmth as you headed at the door, he grabs your wrist and pulls you back inside as he stand guarded at the door

"I'm not having this with you right now, Eddie"

His heavy boots walks closer to you as you walk backwards as he narrow his eyes to you "Are you nervous?"

"I'm not!" You argue with a frown on your face

"Then why are you acting like one?"

The tension is so thick that you couldn't able to breathe fully, it's too closed and too hard to run from this

"Quit it, Eddie- stop-"

"Stop resisting, Y/N!"

"How could you know that I am resisting?"

He laughs darkly, "Let's face it, Y/N, you're afraid" he points an accusing finger to you that made your blood run cold

"I am not what you think I am-"

"No, I think I do, I figured you out that you're too shamed to admit it"

You breathe heavily as you blink rapidly, "I might not know everything about love, I've never thought that I could feel it, until, you came"

He did not care how he looks right now, pleading and longing eyes for you

"This shouldn't be happening-"

"Is it wrong for me to love you?" He sounds so desperate and you can hear it from his voice, he burns weakily for you and you couldn't believe it that someone like him will fall like this to you

"N-No, that's not what I mean- Eddie, you know this, I belong to a different timeline a-and this is impossible"

"How it is impossible when it's already happening right in front of us?"

"You're fucking stalling, Y/N" his eyes are glossy as he confesses and you couldn't stop yourself from easily breaking out of your shell

You gasped when he runs his hands to your arms gently, the one mistake that you couldn't care to avoid it this time, you're not second guessing yourself anymore, you looked at his adoring eyes as you can feel his heart melting for you, your touch, your kiss, your sweetness

His heart speaks the same as he cradles your cheek as he caresses his thumb with it

"What I have for you is very much real" he whispers as he searches your face, the layers are peeling off one by one, he can finally see you

"...Mine too" you shakily say and you didn't missed the way his eyes glow to your admission

"How real" he pulls you closer to him as your gaze flit back to his lips and to his eyes

"So real that I want you to kiss me like it's the last time that you will ever do"

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[vasito-de-leche]

Hello..... may I ask for more Horropedia romantic headcanons about his love languages in recieving and giving? 👉👈 I really like your Pavia headcanons about it. If it's too much, then may I ask for just Horropedia's love language in receiving? This man has been haunting me in my mind for a long time and I starve for more stuff about him. Thank you very much! 💖💖

;R1999 HORROPEDIA - Love Languages (receiving)

Headcanons and analysis on Horropedia's love languages and the way he likes to receive attention.

I miss doing love language stuff, so ty for the request! it's only receiving stuff for this post since it might've gotten too long if I did both, but feel free to drop by again!

This one is a little tricky for me! I know I have a lot to say about the way Horropedia shows affection, but when it comes to the way he likes to receive affection, I don't think I have a super solid grasp?

When it comes to love as a general feeling, I know that Horropedia isn't used to it. It's not due to a lack of receiving it, that's for sure. Horropedia knows how love is supposed to feel thanks to the loving grandfather that raised him - but genuine affection, whether platonic or romantic, and acts of kindness are extremely hard to come by in an environment as sterile and harsh as the Foundation. At worst, they come with an invisible compromise.

This, mixed with the fact that people tend to avoid him, has certainly led Horropedia not to expect anything when it comes to love as a concept. "It's not his genre", he says.

In the context of giving, it's easy for him to adapt to it because he just has to figure out the rules - the things he's comfortable with doing that feel good for you, the deal breakers, the clichés and so on and so forth, but when it comes to receiving? Horropedia is a little lost, almost like he's used to experiencing things as an outsider and a observer, rather than an active participant. It's especially difficult if the things that he wants are considered non-conventional, outside of the traditional scope of romance. Or if his partner misunderstands his eagerness to learn and the ways he engages with these new feelings as disinterest or aloofness.

Like I said in that previous post about Horropedia's relationship headcanons, it's easy to misinterpret him and his actions if they're only read at a surface level, and through the lenses of conventional displays of love. Him putting the effort into understanding the rules of romance, to figure out everything there is to know about love and the nuance of this relationship he's in... That's exactly how he shows his affections.

But once again, what happens when it comes to Horropedia receiving love and affection? He likes when you're with him, but is that enough? Is there something deeper? Something he's missing?

I think it would be very cute if he tried to figure out which love languages he likes to receive, only to find out the answers were pretty obvious the whole time, much like the formula for every romcom out there.

Receiving: Quality Time, Words of Affirmation

[Quality Time]

Out of everyone I've written about so far in this blog, Horropedia would love quality time in it's purest form the most - getting to spend time with you all alone, focusing only on each other to catch up and bond sounds heavenly to him. The activity is the least of his concerns, he'd rather much focus on the fact that someone is going out of their way to make time for him, that they genuinely want him around and care about what he has to say.

Okay, bear with me for a moment. I like to think Horropedia is particular about his space and belongings, I definitely mentioned this a few times already throughout my posts, partially because of how cautious he had to be to keep the Foundation from taking away everything that made him feel safe and happy while growing up. And also because he's just wired like that, no other deep reasoning behind it. But once he grows comfortable, this sort of "stingy" and perhaps avoidant behaviour disappears almost entirely, because that's when he becomes eager to share his life in its entirety with those he cherishes.

The process of indulging in quality time with Horropedia, whether he's the one initiating or receiving, is actually just a very slow process of being welcomed into his life.

It starts very systematic and organized, I'd say - he would prefer to set up certain dates and times to hang out. For example, Sundays are special because they're the day you come around to hang out with him, so he can't have any other plans on Sundays and he'll certainly spend part of the week just anticipating this special day. But as he grows more comfortable, he would insist that you simply show up to his work station or room whenever you feel like it. That counts as quality time, right? You two are spending time together. Easy.

And this goes on and on, to the point where you're glued by the hip and that initial barrier is gone entirely - similar to Pavia, Horropedia would insist that you have permission to just wak into the places he considers a "safe space" from the world that keeps giving him weird looks or continues to chastise him for not adhering to the model of a Foundation member. He loves whenever you invite yourself to his movie marathons, when you just tag along to keep him company, or when you invite him to fun getaways, etc etc.

I know I said that Horropedia would enjoy quality time in the purest of its forms at the beginning of this entire section, but now I'm talking about how Horropedia considers quality time to every single second he spends with you. I have nothing to defend myself, so I'll just attribute that to his themes of redirection <3

[Words of Affirmation]

Horropedia likes when people are clear about their intentions and feelings the same way he is. Words of affirmation, to him, is intrinsically linked with understanding and transparent communication. Those are the things Horropedia seeks.

I think that questions are the easiest way to show this sort of love language to him. Yes, Horropedia would prefer to hear why you dislike a movie that he likes rather than hear you mindlessly praise it just to avoid upsetting him, he would rather be told that he's done a good job in his research, and all - but directly asking him for his thoughts and opinions, asking him to clarify or explain something in more detail... It makes Horropedia feel seen, finally heard, he's given the chance to unleash all of his intellect while knowing that someone is truly paying attention to him. You went out of our way to ask him, when you could've asked anyone else.

Not to say that compliments, declarations of love and sweet nothings are useless or unwanted! I do think that Horropedia is the type of guy who would love to be hyped up by his friends and loved ones, to have others tell him he's done a good job even if he already knows that, to have his partner tell him that they love him, even if he focuses more on actions rather than words. But it has to come hand in hand with that direct honesty, lest it come across as insincere or some back-handed comment.

I'm gonna go on another tangent here!

We've all talked about neurodivergency and Horropedia at some point or another, the idea of Horropedia masking is not strange or new at all. Him being aware of these invisible rules of conduct that others expect him to live up to exist out there, while also being unable to follow them or notice them right away at times - it's just the contradictory lifestyle us neurodivergent people have to lead.

I like to think that Horropedia has grown to be wary and cautious of acts of kindness around the Foundation staff because it's not something that he associates with a group like them. So being complimented out of the blue can give him pause. Something as small as telling him that his hair looks nice today, or that someone likes his clips and hair ties. Horropedia knows he must be on the look out for these double-edged words and back-handed compliments. Just look at the way other kids treated Vertin when they were all so young.

And yet, he feels so very happy and giddy when someone he trusts, who has proven that they're honest, gives him any sort of positive affirmations. Because he knows that these people mean what they say and say what they mean, as opposed to everyone else. This is when simple compliments can go a long way with him!

[pkmnirl]

Bit of an aside here feel free to ignore this one. Reflecting on the past few years and the occasional talks of the community being better in the nebulous past.

I really don't believe there's an idealistic time that everyone in this community knew each other personally, and everyone was nicer, and everyone was interacting with one another—not entirely. I think anyone telling you otherwise is trying to sell you something. There were just less of us here a few years ago and so it might've felt that way in some circles. And quite honestly I think some people make it out to be that way to make themselves sound better, like it was kinder and better when they were the blog we all revolved around [citation needed]. In reality there's never been a singular blog that dictates how everything else is conducted. There not now nor ever been a singular face of rotomblr. There is no gatekeeper.

It's why I hope it's clear this blog is not intended to be that either, it's just a resource to maybe help and a place for me to talk about roleplaying as a medium because I'm passionate about it. My college thesis was on collaborative storytelling and the values of it! This blog was made as I was writing that thesis as an extension of that love! And it could've been a general roleplaying resource blog there's plenty of those and I enjoy them, but I wanted it to be pkmnirl because that's the space I've been in for over 2 years now.

But I can promise you a couple years ago there were still folks who didn't put in the effort to read other's writing, or who did but still struggled to be noticed because of dumb luck, or who felt somehow they joined too late and now they'll never be one of the larger blogs, or cliques formed of larger blogs that seemingly only interact with each other.

There's always been people who spring plotlines on their roleplay partners without discussing them or people who didn't tag sensitive topics. We as a community would try to introduce tags and methods to help with these things, but they've always been there. There's always been drama! People obsessed over numbers and interactions and all of that stuff then too. The only difference is none of us really had an idea of how exponentially the community would continue to grow.

Some things about how the community is run have certainly shifted—I mean we don't typically have big open-participation events anymore—but some things will always be the same. We've always had our different approaches and different cliques because as a decentralized community there is no singular approach or list of blogs to follow that magically make you part of the rotomblr in-crowd. Cliques will always happen because "cliques" are just friend groups, and people are always going to make friends, and selective roleplayers will always want to roleplay with their friends. And sometimes those people are rude about it for one reason or another. Sometimes you catch people on a bad day and they get irritated with you, sometimes your canons don't mesh, sometimes you misunderstand each other, sometimes they're just a bit of an ass.

We've always as a community had our issues and our blindspots. As much as I believe we should be aware of them and combat them I doubt they'll ever fully disappear. There's no perfect roleplay tradition we as a community must strive to get back to, there is only the path in front of you now as a writer. It's finding what brings you joy for however long. This community grows and changes as its writers do.

-Mod Sneasel

[aonogifreactions]

I'm feeling sad :( could you please write some thought about how it would be for Yukio to meet again a crush he had when he was younger after the events of the manga? I don't know how long it would take for him to get over Shiemi :(

I feel you anon. But it's ok, were in this together 😔 I hope you meant crush!reader? Either way, I hope you like it! 🥹 if you guess what song I was listening to, you get bonus points lol.

Note: good ending cuz I can't handle all the angst 💔🥀

Word count: 700+

If Yukio thought the most confusing feelings were past him, he'd be most relieved right now. Unfortunately, life had another surprise waiting for him in the most unexpected way.

While Yukio wanted his twin to be happy, he couldn't help but feel the slight sting in his own heart. Was it love, infatuation, or mere mask for his inner feelings? Perhaps a misunderstanding, even; despite that, he decided to focus on himself and try to work through these feelings in a healthy way.

Weeks have passed by, but he knew this wasn't enough. He expected months, but days took agonizingly slow to turn into nights. Presumably, talking to someone might've given him some ease, but it's not like Yukio didn't want to - no, he'd actually be really grateful to vent these feelings out to someone willing to listen, but the guilt of ruining the peacefulness in the group was too much to bear. He didn't exactly bottle it up, but some of the thoughts consumed his mind like a parasite, slowly marking it's territory.

At some point, he realized he just didn't want to ruin the friendships he barely made; it was hard being around, but one cannot fight its heart's desires.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to— Eh! This is what happens when you do something at the last moment..." You began to rant relentlessly, picking up the scattered papers off the floor, not noticing who, in fact, you just bumped into.

Yukio turned around in haste after feeling the force on his shoulder and almost questioned your well-being on instinct, but immediately stopped in his tracks as soon as his eyes fell on your frantic figure on the floor. He felt like cold sweat just dribbled down his forehead, but at this point this too might've been a delusion. He called out your name quietly, not knowing what exactly was he afraid of.

For some reason, his heart rate began to speed up.

"Yukio?"

Your voice seemed to be just as surprised, but it brought no relief for the half-demon.

He blinked twice after what it felt like eternity, but finally extended his hand to you. The warmth of your hand made his stomach turn. Of course he remembered you; it was the same like before.

You cleared your throat nervously, adjusting the papers in your arms, "It's been a while. How have you been?" You asked the question gently, but your voice played a very well known song on his delicate heart.

Both of you started the exorcist training at the young age, but met a few years after officially becoming one. You looked almost the same, except now your skin was adorned with scars. How can you still remember him?

"What happened to you?" The question left Yukio's mouth without thinking, making him slap his forehead internally. What an idiot, he thought, he didn't even answer your questions. Your eyes widened slightly, "I assisted the exorcists around Tokyo when, you know, shit hit the fan."

Yukio decided not to fight the smile inviting itself on his face. It's good to know that despite everything, you remained the same.

"I remember it a bit too fondly for my liking..." Annoyance danced on his tongue, a hint of sarcasm waltzing along; he looked outside the window, the sun blaring at the bloomed flowers. He took a sharp breath in when he heard you snort, only for his ears to be graced with your laughter shortly after.

It can't happen again, right?

Sensing he doesn't really want to pursue the topic, you decided to shoot your shot.

"Would you like to catch up? Err, about the good things, I guess?" You gripped the papers a bit tighter.

Yukio tensed, adjusting his glasses; another gentle smile appeared on his face, this time looking straight into your eyes.

"I... I wouldn't mind."

The answer was simple, but simple enough for both of you fall into comfortable silence for a moment.

"Well then," you pushed the stack of papers into his arms and tugged one of his sleeves towards the door, "Let's go!"

"W-wait, NOW?!"

Yukio wasn't prepared for it, but his body knew better. He followed you anyway, this time with a bit more hope for the future; his face felt stupidly hot. Hopefully it's not as bad as he thought.

Let's pretend it's not the end of the world.