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calummss · 2 years

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Curse Of The Sun And Moonchild | Remus Lupin

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summary: you’re a student at hogwarts infatuated with remus lupin, but not everyone gets to live perfect lives

words: 1k

a/n: my absolute favourite piece ever (after my hp x peaky blinders ofc…) fem! reader as always,,,,,,,,AND IM OFFICIALLY BACK !! I MISSED YOU ALL

There you stood, looking out of the common room window, trying to find an answer that could possibly not be found in the landscape before you. Cold is how you felt; both physically and mentally. You felt like crying, letting all your emotions burst into the open, in hopes of feeling better. Just a spark of positive emotion was all you needed, yet it never came.

You couldn’t stand the silence anymore and walked through the common room door, down the long, darkly light corridor, the ceiling archways gloomy as ever as you set foot after foot only to find yourself standing in front of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

With shaking hands you grabbed the cold, rusty door handle and slowly swung the door open to reveal Professor Lupin sitting at his wooden desk, grading this year's papers.

You forgot what it felt like to stand in his presence. The last time you saw each other it ended in tears and heartbreak. Just the thought and thinking about that moment, reliving it for just one second sent cold shivers down your spine.

Bittersweet.

Lupin wanted to stop what was happening; he was scared of getting caught with a student. He was scared of being caught with you.

‘What are you doing here?’ Lupin's question snapped you out of your thoughts. His face not quite visible as the desk lamp barely lit up.

You found yourself glued to the floor. Like your voice was taken from you.

‘I, I need to talk to you,’ you turned back, closing and locking the door. “You..you can’t cut me off like that. I feel, I feel like I'm being punished for something that’s not even my fault.’

He sighed, his eyes not leaving your gaze, “We talked about this,’ he stood up, making his way to you. ‘We’re risking too much. I enjoy every second I spend with you, but we can’t, it’s too dangerous, I don’t want to cause you nor me any trouble.’

‘Remus-’

‘Don’t.’ He quickly cut you off, his head lowering to the floor. ‘Hearing you say my name…, it hurts…’

A dark, grotesque feeling erupted from the pit of your stomach, like a beast who had flung out his nails scratching your insides, every breath growing more painful.

‘Will you listen to me!’ You yelled, making his head turn to you in an instant. ‘This isn’t some kind of teenage crush with butterflies,’ you spat out, walking towards him, your hands shaking lightly with the adrenaline rushing through your body. ‘If I’m excited about something, I want to tell you. If I have spare time I want to spend it with you. I trust you at my lowest. I’m not having a teenage crush on you Remus…,’, you stared at him. ‘I’m talking about the real emotional warmth,...I love you. I truly love you. My heart desires only you.’

And there it went. All your emotional build up just tumbled out of your mouth. You had to let it out. And you did. But that feeling in your stomach never went away.

Remus’ eyes looked like exploding galaxies and within seconds, you felt him.

You felt his rough hands on the sides of your face pulling you into his soft lips. You felt his torso in front of you, trying to pull you closer than was physically possible. He kissed you like you were oxygen and he was struggling to breathe, only feeling like he was living when he was with you. With your touch and warmth.

Every part of you craved him. A craving that would never be satisfied. A craving so restless you didn’t care who would find out of this relationship.

It was love after all. Who would want to stop that?

Suddenly Remus pulled back breathing heavily. His hand trailed to his trimmed beard, and turned away from you. ‘No, this...is wrong. You shouldn’t have come.’

You furrowed your eyebrows and curled your lips inwards, softly chewing on them.

‘I thought we established that our feelings for each other are stronger than what they will think or say…’

‘I think you should leave.’

Walking towards his desk, he sat down and grabbed a new stack of papers, leaving you to stand in the middle of the room. His head lowered towards the desk, not daring to lift his eyes, though his body fought every single nerve.

Your heart felt like it was being ripped into a million pieces and scattered across the floor. Like every star had fallen from the sky and lost its sparkle. Your throat had become so tight, you had only now noticed the hot tears streaming down your face. It felt like someone had turned off the oxygen and forgot to turn it back on.

‘I hate you.’ Is all you could say. You knew you could never truly hate him but right now in this moment you disliked him more than ever. He led you on, only to let go of your hand, to make you find your own way out of this maze.

‘So you’ll just pretend like all this never happened?’ You asked into the room not knowing if you could handle the answer.

Nothing. He said nothing. All he did was stare at that stupid piece of parchment.

‘I mean that little to you.’ Your croaking words filled the empty void.

Remus fought back tears. He wanted nothing more than to engulf you in the tightest hug imaginable, but imagine it would stay. He still sat motionless in the chair afraid one move might let the tear in his inner eye drop to his cheek and fall onto the papers, ruining school work.

Your eyes scanned across his face once more, in hopes of catching a glimpse of his face but it was buried deep inside his blue, worn out sweater.

A tear rolled down your face knowing you had to leave eventually. With one last sigh, you turned your back to him and stormed out into the dark hallway. Your knees felt like jelly and collapsed right next to the door; you knew the hole he left in your heart could never be patched up again.

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jellysweets · 2 years

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“you can’t have him! thoma is mine!”

thoma x gn!reader they/them pronouns used

genre(s) : fluff to angst to fluff, romantic fluff

warnings: reader has a mental breakdown. everything is in lowercase, probably some improper grammar. reader has hinted at thick thighs bc i do and uhh yeah so yeah sorry😭 btw some swearing also maybe ooc idk.. intended ayamiya!!

synopsis: y/n helps out around the kamisato estate occasionally, and ayaka asks them if they’d like their position to be official art become a true maid to the kamisato clan.

wc: 2.1k

kat’s ramble: FIRST POST!! yipee! so happy to finally start writing fics!! sorry if this is kinda bad ..😭 i personally don’t like it so.. btw h/c means hair color & h/l means hair length if u saw that and didn’t understand ! also one scene is inspired by horimiya in that scene between hori & remi 🤭🤭 horimiya fans ifykyk xx

as you were watering the flowers that decorate the kamisato estate, a familiar face approached you with her usual sweet smile.

“ah, lady ayaka, good morning.” you greet. ayaka sighs softly, “y/n, i told you to not greet me with such formality,” she smiles. “i appreciate the kindness, but you’re no stranger to me, nor the kamisato clan. you’re well acquainted with most in the kamisato family, so there’s no need to be so formal.”

“i know, i know,” you chuckle. “i just feel it’s more respectful to address you with more formality. though, i do apologize. i know you’d like to get a breather and be treated like an ordinary pedestrian, so i’ll make sure to call you plain ‘ayaka.’” you smile.

her eyes widen for a second, “oh! im here to ask you something on behalf of my brother because he was far too busy to find time to speak with you,” she places a hand on her chest. “i know it’s a lot to ask of you, but the kamisato clan is in need of a bit more assistance..”

you drop your watering can, “are you asking if i’d like to be a maid?” you ask softly in surprise. “well, i.. yes. i am.. i hope that’s not too much for you to handle, we would love to have you as an additional maid. lately, thoma has been exhausting himself.” your eyes widen at his name.

thoma.. someone you’ve been in love with for so long. you want to spend every second of every day with him. you feel at your best around him, and he opens someone inside of you that you didn’t know was there. and to think you might get to work aside him? uhh hell yeah, you’re accepting her offer.

“i would be happy to work for the clan.” you state with a warm smile. ayaka hums in glee, “thank you so much! i appreciate everything you’ve done for us already. and when you start helping out thoma, please don’t exhaust yourself as well. you’re a dear friend to the kamisato clan and i don’t want you to forget to take care of yourself because we can’t take of everything on our own.”

“i promise to take care of myself alongside working, i don’t want to upset you by overworking myself to the brim of exhaustion,” you place a hand on your heart. “and i’ll make sure to take good care of you and your brother.”

ayaka smiles, “please show up around 9am tomorrow and thoma will take good care of your training.” she smiles and you nod.

“lady ayaka!”, a voice yells from a distance away, you and ayaka look at the way it the voice came from. “ah, im apologize, y/n! i have to go now, see you soon!” she waves and runs off into the distance.

you blush a little, working with thoma everyday?, you think

you pick up your watering can and continue to water the flowers with a warm smile.

you showed up 2 hours early in hopes to spend some time with thoma before you start working, you cheeky little one!!

you sat on one of the steps of the kamisato estate and waited for thoma to arrive. maybe 5 minutes later, a chipper man with high energy walks up to you while humming. seeing him makes you feel so ecstatic and warm. “y/n!” thoma smiles.

aaaaaaaa he’s so cute!! you literally roll on the floor inside of your head. he’s a human golden retriever and u just wanna cuddle him for the rest of time. “you’re pretty early, ayaka told you to come at 9, right?” thoma tilts his head slightly in curiosity. “yes.. but i.. showed up early in hopes to spend time with you…” you admit sheepishly.

thoma blushes a little be quickly shakes it off with a smile. “i’d love to spend time with you, y/n! and i already can’t wait to start working with you. you could come along to give the animals the sweaters i made them !”

you tilted your head and smiled and the light wind blew your [h/l] + [h/c] hair and he thought you were oh so attractive/stunning/gorgeous (ur pick, whatever term u find urself most comfortable with!)

he blushes and tries to hide it with the back of his hand like some shojo male lead in anime (yoo shojo fan alert woops)

“ah- w-well we should get going before we don’t have enough time,” he stumbles on his words. “stay right there, i have to get them.” he runs off into the estate. he enters a room, hunches over, and puts his hands on his thighs, huffing and puffing. “crap.. they’re so cute..” he stands up and regulates his posture, his heart still beating 100 miles per second.

he shakes his head and grabs the sweaters he hand knit in his spare time. he looks down and smiles at them. exiting the room and returning to the spot where he left you. waving at you when he approaches you.

“okay, lets head out!” you nod and walk with him to the usual spot where you give the cats treats and try to befriend that one feisty dog that refuses to open up to you, but you’ll never give up. thoma always laughs at your attempt to befriend the pup and then has to take care of your injury when he bites you and makes your hand bleed.

you arrive to the spot shaded by the tree and you sit down on your knees. thoma looks over and sees your thighs. he darts his eyes somewhere else and he blushes a little, god he just wants to rest his head on your thighs and take a nap.

the cat walks up to you and sits in your lap, “ah- it’s not easy to get this on you in this position.. mm.. there you go!” you pick up the cat after putting the kitten sweater on her, “you look so cute in this!” “mew!” you let out a big smile.

he hands you one of the hand knit sweaters, “wanna put this one on her ?” “of course!” you began calling to one of the cats softly and putting out your hand.

“it seems she likes it,” thoma smiles at you. “and look, he looks dashing in this, does he not?” thoma gestures to the dog sitting on his lap in the red sweater. “aww, he does!!” you smile.

time seems to fly as you put the sweaters on and have fun with thoma. “aah, shit! it’s 8:50!” you groan. “aww, we ‘outta head back then,” he frowns. “you need help up?” he puts out his hand to help you up. you reach out your hand and take his in yours.

you head back to the estate, and he never lets go of your hand. he didn’t even notice, but you did and you were blushing the whole way back.

you arrive at the estate and thoma let’s go of your hand, still not addressing it.

“alrighty! ready to get to work?” thoma asks. “yeah!” you respond enthusiastically. thoma smiles at you, and thoughts are racing in his head about how excited he is to begin working with you.

your first week of work is done and over with, and you’re exhausted. you wake up in your home in inazuma city, and you hear a knock on your door. “mm..” you groan as you walk to the door.

you open it and see a familiar face. “hi, y/n!” ayaka greets with a smile. “la-… ayaka.. good morning, i didn’t expect you to come visit.” you say groggily, wiping your eyes.

“im terribly sorry for showing up out of the blue, and it seems you’ve just woken up. i came to invite you over to the estate today, i’d like to hang out.. and.. i also need some advice.” she looks at the floor nervously. “ah, okay! i just need to get ready, i’ll be over soon.”

ayaka leaves with a wave, and you close the door. you open your closet and pick out an outfit. you brush out your [h/l] hair, and head out to the estate.

you knock on the door to the estate and ayaka greets you with a smile, per usual. “y/n, so glad you’re here,” she smiles. you nod. you hide your hands behind your back so she doesn’t see how hard they’re shaking. what “advice” did she need? she doesn’t like thoma.. does she? no, that’d be ridiculous. but.. what if she does? thoma would for sure like her more than you.

she’s rich but humble, she’s beautiful. she’s one of the kindest people in inazuma. you’re just.. you. she has so much more than you, he could never want you. and that’s the harsh reality you’ve forced yourself to face. “ah, come in!” she steps away from the doorway and gestures that you come in with her arm.

you walk in with a smile and feel refreshed. ayaka doesn’t know about your feelings for thoma, she doesn’t have any ill intents if this is about thoma. you manage to calm yourself down with a deep breath. you take a seat on her futon and she sits down beside you.

“so, y/n.. ive thought about asking thoma to the festival, and i need you to help me pick my outfit..” ayaka says looking straight down at the floor, you can see her hands shaking slightly.

your heart drops when you hear his name. “thoma?..” ayaka nods, and she stands up. she picks up three gorgeous kimonos custom made by ogura mio, “im not sure what to wear, and i haven’t even asked him yet! ahh, please help, y/n..” ayaka sighs.

“i’m sorry, but i can’t let you have him,” you mumble under your breath. “im sorry, i didn’t hear you. can you repeat that?” ayaka says. “you can’t have him! thoma is mine!”

“w-wha?” ayaka’s eyes widen. “i.. im so sorry..!” you yell as you run out of her room. why would you say that? thoma doesn’t belong to anyone. he’s not yours, he’s not ayaka’s, he’s not anybody’s. “y/n!” you hear ayaka yell from the distance.

you don’t stop running, you just keep going to your home. the tears keep streaming down your face. you open the door to your home and run to your room.

you fall to the floor. the thoughts start rushing in.

he’ll never want you, thoma isn’t yours. he’ll never be yours. you can’t give him anything. you can’t provide him anything. you’re an idiot.

you fall to your knees, “stop! please, please. i don’t want to hear this. don’t make me face the truth..” you sob as you grip your hair with wide eyes. you pass out on the floor. you’ll have to sort out everything with ayaka the next day.

you wake up to ayaka sitting on her knees next to your futon that she probably laid you on when she saw your previously unconscious body. “..ayaka?”.. you groan as you sit up. “y/n!!” ayaka hugs you suddenly. “ayaka.. im so sorry..” a tear falls from your eye as you hug her back.

“it’s okay,” she says as she lets go of you and smiles. “there’s someone here who wants to talk to you.” she winks. you look to your left and there sits thoma. ayaka walks out of the room to give you some privacy.

“y/n..” your eyes widen, “thoma.. im sorry. i should’ve never said that, you’re not-..” thoma cuts you off. “i love you,” his face flushes red due to his sudden confession. “..so much. i want to be yours.” he smiles at you. “wha..-“ he cuts you off again and kisses you. his lips are really soft, he’s so gentle, caring. making sure not to hurt you.

he releases of your lips and smiles at you again. “thoma.. i love you too.. can you pinch me?” “wha.. no! i promise this is real, there’s no need for that, y/n haha!” his laugh is so cute omlqlNaAhaaaHAee you hear a slight clap sound outside of your bedroom door

you stand up and open your bedroom door, revealing two embarrassed inazuman girls looking back at you, whom are laughing and you are just confused. “sooo, y/n.. ayaka doesn’t actually like thoma!!” yoimiya reveals.

“i asked yoimiya to the festival.. ive known you like thoma for so long. you really didn’t hide it that well, y/n..” ayaka laughs.

“agh!” you gawk, putting a hand on your heart and pretending to be offended. thoma walks up and embraces you from behind, resting his head in the crook of your neck as he chuckles.

“it seems my plan worked!!” yoimiya puts her hands on her hips with a big grin. the four of you laugh and you can only think..

thoma really is mine…

— reblogs are appreciated ! —

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piethemoon · 1 year

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J'ai publié 1 873 fois en 2022

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#im not sure what i would hate except from a show that wouldn't respect the canon story and the canon chaoticly funny vibes

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n°5

Since yesterday's episode, I've seen many comments about the bj scene and how Kinn better spoil Porsche next time because Porsche is always giving and never receiving and like... First of all, that's not really how sex works. You can definitely receive and take at the same time. But also I strongly believe that Porsche totally get off on pleasing Kinn

56 notes - publié le 19 juin 2022

n°4

What I love about the ending scene in the 7th episode is the way Porsche is in control. He has Kinn right where he wants him and you can tell how exhilarating it is for him, and how smug he looks

84 notes - publié le 22 mai 2022

n°3

I'm so glad that Stefani Robinson and Yana Gorskaya stood their ground to keep the "This is especially important for the women, when you’re an expert in something and a man is explaining it to you: Strained eyes, big smile" line!

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n°2

It's interesting that many of us saw the bathroom sex scene as Kinn's way of apologizing to Porsche but while Apo seems to agree with that, he also add (in the new BTS) that Porsche felt that he "was wrong and wanted to make up for it [...] He wanted to apologize by helping his significant other to release that out". So basically, this sex scene was a way for both Kinn and Porsche to ask for and receive forgiveness and honestly I love it so much I'm-

154 notes - publié le 27 mai 2022

Mon billet n°1 en 2022

KinnPorsche English Subbed Interviews Masterpost from 2020 to August 2022

I didn't include their Be On Cloud content since it's basically their official yt channel.

Part 2

2020?

Audition-Casting Process

MileApo in front of the audition room waiting for their turn

January 2021

SoSatSeoulSay with the old cast

February 2021

Excerpt of the News Plus Variety Interview

Shopee Live with Mile & Apo

Star update interview with Bible & Build

ZoomDara Interview with Bible & Build

March 2021

Excerpt of the Zokzakdara Interview with Mile & Apo

Press Conference with the old cast

SoSatSeoulSay with Mile & Apo

Shopee Live with Mile & Apo

May 2021

Kazz Acting with Apo & Mile

When Bible&Build sulk each other (IG Live) with Bible, Build & Job

June 2021

Build Birthday Live with Bible (rough translation)

July 2021

How Mile Apo make a phone call to each other

November 2021

Newsway Interview with Bible & Build

December 2021

SoSatSeoulSay Press Conference with the cast

February 2022

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astrxealis · 2 years

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anyways under the cut i will ramble abt sandalphon and i (+ etc) bcs i kind of cannot get him out of mind again

i saw a sandalphon edit some time ago and there was a quote related to stars and another "you're not alone" !! and OKAY HEROEHDK I KIND OF REALLY associate myself w stars. i really really love starsurhejd and its just like oh sandalphon w stars haha he looks up at them at night and is remindwd of me maybe? (also like w luci bcs. morning star. sobs) AJSHWHWJSJ AND THEN ... youre not alone is one of the biggest themes in ff endwalker so that just HIT ME LIKE A BULLETTRAIN JFCJDHSJ YOU CANT DO THIS SO MY HEART HELP HELLOW WHY

and then okay theres official art of sandalphon and the other angels wearing glasses? the one for sandalphon is more brown than mine but ours r around the same ... the look so similar ... haha matching couple glasses so true (mine r more peach/pink tho rirhwifhedjj) that drives me sigekebdkejd

i want to go on coffee shop and cafe and tea dates w sandalphon so bad !! i also have many brainrots abt him embracing me w his wings :]

ALSO ITS RLLY UNFAIR BCS THEMES W ANGELS ARE LOTERALLY ONE OF MY FAVES ... like w shb and then wmtsb and GODUSHSUSJS MY HEART !!

also thinking abt how hurt sandalphon wld be riehdisndksj w how im acting in ebg rn GODDAMN HRUT i blame my twin for this lune ihysm /nm JDHSJDBAKSJ I DONT WANT TO BREAK HIS HEART ANYMORE ... ESP W HIS PAST AND YK WHAT HAPPENS IN THE 1ST SIDE STORY YEAH ?? he just wants acknowledgment and love and all that and me ignoring him GDODOSJSKJWKSKAKS O DON THWATNT TO DO HRTA ANYMORE

but in a lighter note ive also been vv affectionate to my pichu stuffed toy lately !! p cute if sandy was jealous over a lil yellow baby LOLFIRHWIDJWKWH HELP AS YOU CAN SEE i also have kind of similar brainrots w xiao too ngl bcs damn yall giving me fluff and angst yo yes 🥹🥹🥹

my biggest enemy and sabotage tbh is the fact i think and talk a lot bcs my FIRST STRIKE WAS JUST ME MAKING FUNNT CONVO AND THEN SLIPPING i wont be surprised if my 3rd strike is wholly on accident tbh.

i want to nuzzle sandalphon yk ... we both actually have catlike tendencies eiehwihdiwbd IDBSKS i want to boop his nose w mine really badly actually. and also hug him. hed be very nice to hug

AND ALSO ... i fee as thoufh hes not actually that much taller than me (dimitri is tall though. i feel like xiao is around mt height too. diluc tall tho. uhhh g'raha is actually shorter than irl me canonically so...) ODHSKDNS BUT IT DOESNT RLLY SEEM LIKE THAT WAY BCS HE ACTUALLY WEARS HEELS LIKE YES sandlaphon is genuinely the guy you would call babygirl. raha is literally the epitome of lil meow meow and tbh sandy is also a lil meow meow but for me hes the epitome of babygirl. WIFE malewife Odhwiqhswiwj ALSO VANE IS CNAONICALLY TECHNICALLT A MALEWIFE HELLO WHAT hes the mom of the dragon knights ITS UNFAIR BCS HES ALSO TECHNICALLY A HIMBO W BIGG ASS FUCK BOOBAS LIKE WHAT THE EHCK YOURE SO PRECIOUS AND CUTE BUT THEN YORIE SO BIG /SFW

tbh this isnt even just abt sandy n i anymore just me rambling a lot HAHSUAHAJAJ

AND THENNNDISDHJ BELIAL OH MY GODDDDIEHEIWHWJSJSJJSKS I CANT STOPPPOehwj

i think abt belial calling me by some SCANDALOUS NICKNAME /lh nah nothinf vv scandalous dw just stuff like pretty girl ... then he realizes i am also in fact weak as well to pretty boy ...

i want belial to invade my personal space but like obvs i wld allow him too tho ???? if that makes sense dw this isnt forced or anythinf or /neg this is vv much /pos i want belial to put a finger under my chin and lift me up. teasing me for a kiss that i just want rllt badly but first i have to tell him that i love him and aRGEGDHSHDJ I HATE HIS GUYS SO MUCH

okay ill stop rambling here for now help ive taken up almost half an hour of my simp pass alrdy IDHWIDBS

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#✩.saved #⋯ ꒰ა hell on earth ໒꒱ *·˚#IFHEHEBWIDHSKDJ ....#✩.selfship

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baeshijima · 3 years

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Okayyyyyy

Can I please ask for our streamers Albedo and Childe(or just one of them) reacting to y/n being harmed in story- or reacting to y/n canonical Painful past- I just want some angst and you are my fav blog rn ummm 🥺

And sorry for bad english-

MASTERLIST

im gonna add these ones to this bc they all have a similar idea BDJDJ (and nonnie i believe u dw 🐥)

taglist : @chirumi @simpinforshoto @pebblegwn @vievi @unreconciledstars @kageyuji @lilikags @test-tube @constellarations @teyvatstories @puddingheadneko @hadesaedes @thetwinkims @qimiie @mimion @tsukirine @tokyosrevenge @venti-loving-hours @sweetstrawberrybabe @astrealia @melancholia-k @sakuramayona25 @reogou @todorokichills @its-sugawara-koushi @michaos @mirakeul @ttaechi @yeetingthehellaway

𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨

“thank you... traveler... i knew i cou— *cough* could count on you to... defeat me..”

ehe the lil cough—

dang

...

albedo is not okay and neither is his chat

he’s sobbing, they’re screaming, ur dying— o nvm now ur dead

it is not a good day to be alive rn

as soon as he saw u in the cutscene beforehand, and even with all his thoeries that u may be a boss fight, he wasn’t prepared for it to be actually true

Sadge ;-;

while the animations were absolutely stunning, he immediately started tearing up when he saw the lil Defeat (Y/n) quest goal in the top left

safe to say he tried to stall as long as possible but thrns out u got buffed the longer it took so he had to end it quickly ;-;

and then u died in his fucking arms like nO—

when it was ur last scene, all he could do was blankly stare at the screen while crying bc he didn’t know how else to react

and when u gave ur last smile with tears glistening in ur eyes???

he lost it

got up from the chair, paced around, screamed into his hands and flopped onto his bed

it was not a good day

and then the sound effects for completing a story quest popped up along with the achievement for defeating u and his prizes

he just glared at them

they all meant nothing if u weren’t here canonically ☹️

at least he has u as a character ;-; who he used to defeat canon u ;-; bc he said any other character would make it too real ;-;

mentioned mihoyo on twt and asked why u had to be killed off JSJSK

but he made lots of fanart of that scene and what it would be like if u didn’t have to die, but could be saved w/o death 😔

most likely one of those cliché, touching scenes where it’s like the protag hugging the crying antag, or where the protag is holding the antag’s arm and pulling them towards them

...

if u know then u know bc words mean nothing rn—

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

“human life is... fragile... and war... shows mercy to no... one; i wish you... all the luck, traveler...”

openly sobbing while clutching his (y/n) plushie bc he is nOT okay

emphasis on not—

chat don’t even have the heart to troll or make jokes with him bc they know how heartbroken he is ;-;

and especially since it was in the last archon story quest...

he wasn’t prepared for u to die of all ppl ;-;

and the way ur expression showed u had no regrets after everything that’s happened absolutely destroyed him

i won’t lie, he stared at his screen with the quest completed part on it, his completion prize and everything pinging but ignored all of it to scream at the ceiling

we completed it, but at what cost—

after he’s done cursing mihoyo at his ceiling for killing u off, he clutches his plushie of u and starts asking if ur gonna leave him too :((

he’s distraught okie, leave him be ;-;

he just,,, has ur character on screen in the character section and goes through all ur voice lines to try and satiate the pain in his heart ;-;

his community start feeling really bad and send him tiktoks, edits, fanart, official art, mmds, and even fanfics to try and compensate for ur loss KJDHS

now he’s out here, streaming himself reading fluff and hurt/comfort fics (x reader, ofc—) of u and bawling his eyes out at what could’ve been if u didn’t have to die

life is not daijoubu and his face is now edited onto that meme bc of mihoyo

#queen's response #streaming dreams #ah yes angst my beloved #i really should finish my albedo and diluc angst one shot huh ;-;

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wheelsup · 3 years

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the taming of the shrew | two

if i be waspish, best beware my sting

after some setbacks, penelope is willing to do anything to get you back on board. but has spencer already ruined things?

A/N: hello! im so sorry that this posting schedule is super inconsistent. the more i thought about this chapter, the less i liked the more technical aspects of it. but! i hope you enjoy to plot aspect of it nonetheless <3 thanks for reading!

category: fluff, slow burn series, spencer reid x fem!reader

wc: 4.4k

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Since that phone call with Penelope, she’d been over nearly every night for a week with plates of treats and onslaughts of apologies. Each time she came knocking, you told her there was no amount of persuasion that could change your mind. And yet the following night, she’d be there, a new type of pastry in hand and a new set of reasons why Spencer was worth the trouble.

First, she brought blueberry muffins and reasoned that deep below that prickly exterior, he really was everything she promised –– sweet and caring. But that must be deep, deep down. Like, The Lost City of Atlantis, deep down, because you didn’t expect it to surface any time soon.

Then, she brought fudge brownies and explained that his behavior wasn’t personal –– he was getting snippy with everyone lately. And while you maintained that anybody would have a hard time getting along with Spencer, you were absolutely positive that it was now impossible for you.

Quite frankly, it wasn’t just Spencer who was unwilling to play nice. You hated him. More than you’ve ever hated a stranger.

You wished him a lifetime riddled with minor inconveniences that would drive him to the edge of insanity. You wanted him to miss all his trains by just a quarter of a minute; close enough so that he could see it leave the platform, knowing he almost made it on. You wanted him to constantly feel like he was about to sneeze. You wanted his socks to be perpetually wet, and if he should happen to put on a dry pair? You hoped he stepped in a puddle.

That was all you could think about as you laid out on your couch, munching on one of Penelope’s lemon bars while she paced around your apartment. She kept going on and on advertising Spencer to you. As annoying as it was, she was also saving you a ton on groceries that week.

For the most part, you filtered her out. Not a single word that came out of her mouth was believable anymore, especially not when she was talking about Spencer. Despite what Penelope thought of him, you saw in him what she refused to accept.

As her speech came to a close, she looked at you like she expected a response to dignify her prattling.

“Give it a rest, Penelope. He’s a lost cause,” you laughed dryly. “He doesn’t need –– nor does he want –– anyone in his life.” At the very least, he definitely didn’t want you.

“Yes, that’s the problem!” If you’d been listening to her, you would’ve heard her saying the same thing. “He doesn’t want to date!”

Your head just about exploded when she said that.

There had been countless, fruitless conversations about this, and all along she saw the gaping hole in her supposedly airtight plan?

“If he doesn’t want to DATE, then WHAT was the point of this?!” Your fingers pressed the bridge of your nose; you suddenly felt a headache coming on. Funny how it always happened around the time of day that Penelope came to visit.

Penelope stopped pacing. She stalked over to your couch, picked your legs up by your ankle, and moved them to make space for herself. You begrudgingly sat upright as she took her place beside you.

“Because he’s not himself anymore. He’s not open like he used to be. Not to the people who care about him the most, and certainly not to the world.”

Penelope toyed with the hem of her dress, distracting herself from her quivering lip before pressing on, “Spencer Reid has always wanted love. And it’s not right that he no longer believes he can have it.”

You hadn’t seen Penelope look so desperate until now. It was concerning. Because what could make her look so hopeless? What could make Spencer so hopeless?

“Penelope, I don’t know what’s wrong with your little friend, but… there’s a lot more bubbling inside him than you’re letting on.”

She chewed up the insides of her cheeks, wincing to herself at your incredibly accurate claim.

“You are hiding something, aren’t you?” You narrowed your eyes on her. You were no detective, or whatever exactly her team did, but she was just awful at concealing her thoughts.

“It’s not my story to tell,” she murmured.

She could already feel herself about to give it away and doubled down her mental defenses against it. Focusing extra hard on keeping Spencer’s privacy intact. If only you knew her track record with secrets, you’d be proud of her for staying quiet this long.

“What isn’t your story?”

“That his girlfriend died last year.”

She spilled it before she even realized what she was saying. You’d just asked so nonchalantly that she forgot she was talking aloud. Penelope turned purple, terrified now that the whole truth was out there.

You couldn’t even take satisfaction in the fact that your trick worked. You were just as mortified as Penelope, and if you weren’t already sitting down, you knew you’d need to. You assumed there was something deeper going on with him, you didn’t think it was a dead girlfriend. That was some Nicholas Sparks shit.

“He pretends like he’s fine but I know he’s not. And if he found a way to move on, maybe he’d start feeling as okay as he claims to be,” she sniffled before snot could run from her nose, tears lining the rims of her eyes. “I know I should’ve given you the full picture, but I didn’t think you’d go for it if you knew…”

You were too floored to process it all right away. This added a whole new layer of complicated to an already uneasy arrangement.

“Well, I know you’re right about one thing. I would’ve said no.”

She gave you a set of pleading eyes, praying you’d see where she was coming from.

“I know,” she whispered defeatedly. “But maybe... now that you know, you can understand why he acts out the way he does.”

“Penelope, I can’t just… make someone move on, or –– or get them to believe in love! Especially when it’s fake.”

How on Earth did she expect you to pull that off? Did that guy from A Walk to Remember move on when Mandy Moore died? You hadn’t seen the ending of the movie, but you assumed not.

“I’m sorry, this is just… a lot bigger than the favor I thought it was ––”

“What if I could return it?” she cut in. The gears in her head started to turn, figuring ways to patch up the holes she made.

“There’s nothing I need from you.”

That couldn’t be true. Penelope looked around the room and it didn’t take her long to think of it.

“I can help you sell your art,” she tempted, gesturing to the scattered canvases. “You make all your income from this, right?”

You didn’t want to give any fuel to her fire, but you nodded. “What if… what if you didn’t have to settle for local buyers? What if I told you that you could make way more money selling them to the whole world?”

You chortled at her idea.

You were a local artist, through and through. Your art got put in local galleries and sold to local buyers. Nothing more, and that was fine with you. You realized it a long time ago that it was just a pipe dream to think you’d be more.

“I’m serious! You could get a separate painting studio, and stop living in one? Huh?” She wrapped her hand around your shoulder, waving the other in the air, urging you to picture it with her. “Imagine this: a kitchen that’s separate from your living room. A bed, inside it’s own four walls, and more than twelve feet from where you cook your meals.”

Pushing aside her so blatantly insulting your apartment, if that were a possibility, you’d want nothing more. But it already sounded foolish and you hadn’t even heard how she planned to pull it off.

“Penelope, I’m fine where I am. I make the money I need, and that’s... it’s fine.”

She gave you a pointed look. “You know, I can hack all search engine results to make sure you are what comes up first anytime someone enters the word ‘painting’, right?

An airy chuckle left your lips. Of course she could. You patted her thigh twice and stood up, prompting her to follow you to your door –– hopefully, so she can show herself to the other side of it. “Still no, Pen.”

“Just take some time to think about it!” Her voice carried through the wood as you shut it on her.

There was this one bench in Kenilworth Park – the one that overlooks the crystal clear pond – that you’d always been able to rely on to fix any problem.

There was hidden magic in the bushes that sprawled out from the edges of the water, surrounded by spiky green blades of overgrown grass. A simplicity you loved in baby ducklings paddling into the tiny body of water, swimming close together so they don’t get lost in, what seems to them, a whole ocean. And clarity provided by the freshest air in the world, under the shade of the big oak trees on a late summer afternoon.

But at the present, none of that came close to being enough.

The artist’s block started off as a minor inconvenience, but without your permission, had stretched into weeks of steadily declining motivation. Each new idea felt even worse than the last, and you were acutely aware that there would come a point where you’d officially hit maximum capacity for how awful they could get.

Still, that didn’t seem to light a fire under you. You happily coexisted with the blank pages of your sketchbook. Staring down at them, laying open on your lap in their stark-white glory, you felt like you were playing a waiting game. If you stared long and hard enough, maybe they’d flinch.

Unfortunately, you never got to find out who won, because your phone rang inside your pocket. As if the caller had interrupted an incredible genius at work (which couldn’t be farther from the truth), you hastily raised the phone to your ear, slamming your sketchbook shut.

“Hello?” Your voice wasn’t as kind as it could be for someone with nothing better to be doing. Two seconds later, you learned who was calling and came to regret it.

“Hi, This is Rebecca from District Arts, calling with a message from Andre ––”

“Oh, hi!” you tried to walk back your previous tone, straightening up in your seat and pitching your voice higher, “Yeah, I’ve been waiting to hear from him!”

While Rebecca intimidated you, Andre happened to be your closest friend at the gallery. He worked closely with the artists to curate their collection and help them make sales.

“Does he want to sort out what to set the opening bid prices at for my new pieces?” A handful of days ago, you sent him pictures of your new work and were waiting to hear his thoughts. You’d always been able to trust his opinion, and a vote of confidence from him might be just the thing to inspire you.

“Uhm…” There was a criminally long pause on the other side of the line, ended by Rebecca’s weary inhale. “Unfortunately, we’re calling to inform you that your pieces will not be included in the next rotation.”

For a minute, you weren’t sure what to make of what she said. You’d never heard those words before.

“What – what do you mean?” you laughed nervously. She probably misspoke. Perks of friendship aside, Andre always included you in sets.

“Ugh, let me just get him…” her voice faded away as she put the phone down.

That wasn’t exactly the reassuring statement you were looking for. In the time it took for the call to switch hands, your confusion finally melted in. And then quickly boiled into anger.

The District Arts gallery changed their entire collection every two months. The pieces shown accepted rolling bids throughout the full eight weeks, finally selling at the end of term to their highest offer. After that, the pieces got taken down, sent to happy new owners, and the entire gallery reset with entirely new works.

So if you missed one rotation, that meant waiting two months to get back in.

“Andre, how am I just cut from the gallery!” you barked before he could get a word in. If he didn’t like your work, he could’ve just said so.

“No one said that ––”

“Okay, let me rephrase.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, something you found yourself doing quite frequently lately, and took a deep breath in and out. It was seemingly just for show because it did absolutely nothing to calm you down. “Why wouldn’t you put me in the next set? I’m in all of them!”

“I know you are!” He sounded just as upset. “It’s just that… we give you the biggest space we have, because you always manage to fill it up. But this time… I’m not so sure you can.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed. “What makes you say that?” You asked that, but you knew.

“You’ve only finished three pieces… I’m worried how you’ll deliver seven more before we set up.”

“But… it’s four weeks away, I could do ––”

“And it took you four weeks to make what you have... I’m sorry. We couldn’t take that gamble.”

He took your silence as an opportunity to turn off the work talk and speak, just friend to friend.

“You know that I trust you and I’d hold that spot if I could. But, I also know what you’re going through right now, and… I don’t know, maybe letting yourself rest would be a good thing?”

Your heart paused. By, “knowing what you’re going through”, you assumed he didn’t mean the little artist’s block.

“If you’re implying that I can’t do my job because of what happened with Cyrus –”

“I’m not, I’m not....” he backtracked as quickly as he could. “But take another look at the paintings you showed me and tell me if they feel like you.”

Even if he was right, you wanted to fight him. You wanted to cry. You wanted to beg that you didn’t need that big space; you were willing to downsize and just turn in the three that you had. Even if they got shoved into the corner where hardly anybody bothered to look. You just couldn’t afford to go two months without the income.

But even with tears beading up, you realized that the gallery couldn’t afford it either. They needed to bring in money and you couldn’t do that for them this time. So they were right to go to someone who can.

“Right,” you sniffled, recollecting yourself so he can’t hear the shakiness in your voice. “I understand. It’s a big risk, like you said… It’s for the better.”

Andre tried to thank you for being understanding and spewed some sort of encouragement. The words flew over your head. You managed to toss in a few ‘mhmm’s and ‘sure’s at the right places to coast you along until the call finally ended.

As soon as it went dead, you dropped your phone to the side and brought your hands to your face, rubbing them furiously over your cheeks. Your fingertips pressed hard into your eyelids, trying to forcibly reabsorb the tears threatening to spill.

It almost worked, until you tried to breathe.

A full sob escaped in that one gulp of air and you succumbed to it. But the loud crunching noise of some pedestrian walking over the falling leaves destroyed your sense of privacy, and you quickly wiped away all signs of your breakdown. The crunching stopped just short of your bench and on instinct you flicked your eyes up to see who the intruder was.

You did a double take. It was him. That fucking asshole.

He was standing there, looking dumber than you could even remember, with his hands in his coat pockets and a curious look on his face as he watched you cry. Tucking your sketchbook under your arm in haste, you made it a point to stand up with as much aggression as possible, rolling your eyes at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving,” you barked. “No need to yell at me this time.”

You bristled past him, barely refraining yourself from checking his shoulder as payback. You wanted to believe you were better than him, but it did sound incredibly tempting. He stood there for a moment before turning on his heel and following you.

“Wait,” he groaned.

You didn’t listen, neither stopping nor slowing down.

“I said wait,” he huffed as he caught up to you, popping up at your side and jogging along as you kept going.

“Yeah, because I need to listen to a guy who yells at strangers in bookstores.”

Now that you’d brought up the elephant in the room, your feet started moving even faster, working double time to get you away from him.

Damn the fact that he had those long legs. He didn’t even break a sweat trying to keep up. He was inescapable.

“Well, if you waited like I asked, you would’ve gotten an apology for the ––”

“Gee, thanks!” you yelled, stopping for only a second to turn to him and give him a mocking bow of your head, hands clasped together like you were praising at his altar. “I was waiting with bated breath for that! Thank you, kind sir, for now my life can go on.”

“Look, I’m actually sorry,” he snapped. Then in realizing the irony, softened his voice, “I’m sorry for being rude. I was having a bad day… not that that’s an excuse.”

You stared at him blankly, just watching his mouth moving quickly and waiting until it finally stopped.

“Did you need something?”

“Did you… did you not hear what I just said?!”

“No, sorry,” you smiled, voice sweet like sugar. “My ears filter bullshit. Wanna try again?”

He scoffed, looking away like he couldn’t believe you before stepping even closer. “What’s your problem?”

“Me!? The fuck –– what the fuck is your problem?” You turned and stormed off again, seething at his audacity. Spencer just couldn’t relent his annoying tendencies and followed yet again.

“My problem is that I’m trying to be nice, and you’re not letting me!”

You got a good, hard laugh out of that. “Okay, first of all, having to apologize for yelling at me and pushing me isn’t exactly the best starting point for the journey of becoming a nice person.”

“Like I said, I was having a bad day.”

Under your breath, you muttered, “Well, I hope this one’s even worse.”

“Why are you such a ––” He stopped himself from finishing that thought. Even in his worst mood, he wouldn’t cross that line.

But he didn’t need to finish it, you knew exactly where he wanted to take it. The soles of your shoes scraped against the loose gravel as you came to a grinding halt, ears ringing.

“A what?” You turned to face him, a sarcastic smile on your face growing wider as he started to shrink more and more. You got up close in his face, daring him to say what he really wanted to. So he could reinforce your belief in exactly the type of person he was. “A what?”

Spencer pursed his lips and shook his head, refusing to say it no matter how much you challenged him. If he wasn’t going to have the balls to say it, you decided to take it upon yourself.

“Tell you what, you keep thinking about it and get back to me the next time you’re in a cunty mood.”

The word he was thinking of was probably not as bad, but you had a habit of escalating things. Even if you took this one too far, you didn’t care.

Before you tried to take off again, Spencer’s hand flew to your elbow. He tugged you back, forcing you to turn around and face him. He didn’t know his own strength; without any resistance, you came stumbling into his chest, at risk of falling over if it weren’t for his tight grip on your arm.

It took you a beat to push him away with both your hands on his chest, vocalizing your disgust for being so close to him.

“Can you stop trying to disagree with me for a second? I’m trying to tell you that you’re right, I was being a… well, you know…” He avoided the word. Apparently ‘cunt’ was where he drew the line. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it.”

Your nostrils were still flared and blood hot as ever, but he made you pause. He looked sincere, if not a little tinged with guilt as well. You were suspicious of it.

“You saw me crying and felt bad, didn’t you?”

He laughed darkly. “Well, I saw you, yes. Did I feel bad? No.”

“Oh, my God,” you growled, berating yourself for getting close to believing he might be capable of decency.

“I’m joking! I’m joking.” He squeezed your elbow twice in earnest. “I did feel bad, but that’s not why I wanted to say it.”

“Okay.” You weren’t ready to give him a real smile, so you flattened your lips into a thin line and nodded once slowly, and left it at that.

You still weren’t a fan, but the apology did dampen some of the resentment. Maybe he wasn’t the worst person alive. You’d settle for saying top ten most annoying, instead.

Minutes later, you came to the startling realization that he was still on the path, just two paces behind you. You flinched when you saw him out of the corner of your eye, not expecting him to still be here.

“Uhm. Where are you… why are you still following me?”

“I’m not. My car’s that way,” he gestured to the parking lot at the end of the long walkway. “I forgot my loaf for the ducks.” He didn’t mean to offer that information up, it just slipped out. He could practically see your smug expression coming before it even got there.

“You’re not supposed to feed bread to the ducks. It’s bad for them.”

“I don’t.” He didn’t care to explain this to you, but he couldn’t have you thinking he was any less competent than he really was. “It’s a special bread made from water and seeds that were ground into flour. It’s duck-safe.”

“They make duck-safe bread?” Now that was something you’d never heard before.

“No… I make duck-safe bread,” he said softly under his breath.

You didn’t know how else you were supposed to react to that besides laughing wildly.

“You make it?” He nodded like you were the crazy one here. As if he wasn’t the one spending his spare time grinding up seeds and baking loaves of bread for ducks, donning a frilly pink apron and oven mitts as he did so. At least that’s how you imagined it. “Why not just feed them the seeds?”

“Because, loose seeds will sink in the water and can potentially clog waterbeds and cause foreign bacteria growth in the pond.”

“So you… hand-make the seeds into a little loaf of bread so it doesn't do that?”

He confirmed. You pondered silently for a moment, then absolutely had to ask, “You ever eaten the duck bread before?”

Spencer was caught off guard by that question. His cheeks deepened to a rosy color.

“Yeah, well, it was the house so…” he laughed nervously and stared at his sneakers. “It’s actually not too bad.”

You weren’t entirely surprised by that. You remembered what his grocery basket looked like, and given those same options, you probably would’ve tried the duck bread too. Still, you cracked the smallest of grins at knowing he makes bread for ducks. The one, sole redeeming fact you’ve learned about Spencer.

You reached your car first, and Spencer stopped in front of it with you.

“I’m actually sorry, you know,” he whispered once more, hand resting at the top of your car door as you opened it. He wasn’t talking about the incident at the bookstore.

“Yeah…” For a while you were so busy being angry at Spencer that you forgot about your own problems.

He noticed your nose was still red around the edges, eyes still a little bleary. “Are you okay, by the way?” His voice was too soft, too genuine.

You shook your head no.

“Is there anything I can do?” You shook your head again. And then you had an awful thought.

You knew he was just offering to help just to say it, because that’s how people react when you say you’re not okay even if they don’t care. But there actually was something he could do for you… Something that Penelope could do.

“Uh, no but…” you fixed your hair and tucked it behind your ear, seamlessly switching to a flirtier voice. “If you still feel bad about the other day, you’re welcome to make it up to me.”

Spencer cocked his head to the side, unsure of how he could do that.

“Hang out with me sometime.”

“H-hang out?” You could tell that it flustered him, even if he tried to play it off. He swallowed thickly, nose twitching and brows scrunched together.

“Relax, I really do just mean hang out.” You were lying through your teeth. He didn’t need to know that.

As if he didn’t want to think about it for a second longer and just get out of this conversation as quickly as possible, he agreed without thinking it through. He didn’t even ask why an almost complete stranger would want to hang out with him.

You stuck your hand out, expecting him to hand over his cell so you could put your contact into it. He rocked on the balls of his feet, watching as you input your contact and sent yourself a text on his phone.

“Hi, this is…” you read out your message as you typed, pausing at just the right place. “What’s your name by the way?”

“Oh-uh, I’m Spencer.”

A devilish grin took over your face, hidden from his view while you were looking down at the screen. He was going to be easy to fool.

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omg omg ok ok so maybe for a request charlie and the reader and how they interact as streamers?? like a friends to lovers au but you can tell how they fall in love through all their interactions online & in games (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

like for example whenever they play on the smp charlie only reaaallly wants to help the reader and when anyone else asks he’s like hm? what? IT JUST SEEMED CUTE IN MY HEAD ☹️💌

Lore

Charlie slimecicle x reader [they/them used]

“Hello twitchers.” y/n smiled into the face cam, watching the chat fly by a mile a minute. They knew they’d draw in a larger audience today, it being their first official stream on the Dream SMP. They loaded up the game, spawning in a wooded area surrounded by cobblestone. “Alright where do we- hello?”

y/n leaned closer to the screen. They could see someone standing behind a tree. Someone in glasses and green blotchy skin. They typed into the in-game chat, trying to get who ever it was to come closer. Thankfully they did, revealing a character named Slimecicle. y/n looked over to the discord server, pulling themselves into a voice channel with the mystery person.

“Hi there!” Slimecicle’s voice rang through y/n’s headphones and they smiled. They liked the sound of his voice. “Im Charlie. Welcome.”

“Thanks. Do you know how to get anywhere?”

“Yeah!” Charlie’s character jumped as y/n followed after him. Charlie led them to a snowy mountainside that had been covered with sand. Someone had built a white mansion and several other buildings, including a fountain and a tall tower. “This is where I live.”

“This mansion?” y/n panned to look around the mountainside. They glanced over to watch their chat fly by.

“No I just live in the country in general. Las Nevadas!” Charlie jumped up and down, punching y/n in a friendly manner. “Oh are you hungry? I have food!”

Charlie’s character threw a stack of lamb chops at y/n. They smiled at him, then quickly realized he couldn’t see them. “Thanks! Where is this by the way.”

“Only the best country ever. It’s Las Nevadas! Do you want to live here?”

“Sure!” y/n followed as Charlie ran around. He showed them all around the country; the casino, the strip club, the restaurant, and even the garden. “Charlie this is so cool!”

“I know!” Charlie jumped up and down in a circle. “I’m not the guy who owns it but I’m sure he’d like to meet you.”

“Oh.” y/n paused, biting their cheek. “Will he be okay with me being here?”

“Of course he will. It’s Quackity! Let’s find you somewhere to live.” y/n followed Charlie to the tall white tower. He led them behind it to a flat plot of sand. “Here! We’ll be neighbors.”

“Awesome. I don’t have anything to build with yet but-“

“Oh here!” Charlie ran into the base of the tower, coming back 30 seconds later. He threw two stacks of oak logs to y/n. “Is this what you needed?”

“I- yeah. That’s a lot of wood.”

“I want you to have it!”

y/n smiled bashfully, trying to swallow the heat rising to their cheeks. They could see their twitch chat running by with messages asking if it was lore or cannon. “Here. Take this then.”

Charlie marveled at the flower y/n had tossed him, a blue cornflower. He smiled, holding a hand over his mouth to hide from the prying eyes of his own twitch chat. “Thank you.”

y/n began running around the plot, randomly placing oak planks to make a frame for their house. They tossed Charlie some planks, allowing him to help build up the home. They continued beholding for another half an hour, allowing y/n to have a gorgeous one story home with room for storage and supplies.

“Thanks for all your help today.”

“Of course! Do I get to see you again?”

y/n smiled, glancing over at discord to make sure they’d requested to be friends with Charlie. “Of course! I’ll see you around the server?”

y/n and Charlie saw each other quite often around the server. y/n logged on, Charlie was there. They’d spend hours in the game mining together, building structures, hunting. It went on months of them interacting in streams and lore exclusively.

“You can’t do this Quackity.” y/n spoke slowly. They’d been practicing the recording for this lore for weeks now, and thank god it wasn’t live. “I trust you, and I’m glad we’re friends, but this? Burning it all? What will that do for you. What will any of this do for you?”

“I know you haven’t been here as long, but this is my fucking country. It’s my fucking war. Who the hell are you to think you have any understanding of this? And ideas?”

“Because this isn’t how it works. This isn’t going to work. How many times have you tried this and it just hasn’t happened or you? I don’t know, maybe think about Schlatt? Or Technoblade?”

Quackity froze, being eerily silent. y/n glanced over at the script, making sure nothing was missed. “How do you know about that? Who told you about that?” Quackity’s character ran forward with a diamond sword in hand. “That is none of your business.”

“It’s none of your business how I know.” y/n backed away from Quackity as he walked closer. “I may not have been here long but I have friends.”

“What friends you have-“ he paused, realization setting in. “You have Slime. My friend.”

Quackity came at y/n swinging, they tried to fight back, blocking with a shield and iron sword. “Quackity enough! This isn’t what you want! Quackity please-“

y/n stopped, holding a breath and muting their mic. Quackity had landed the final blow, taking their first cannon life. They moved slightly away from their set up, making sure to not touch any keys. They knew Quackity was still recording, and Charlie’s part was coming soon.

Quackity panted. Taking a shaky breath. “Fuck. Okay. God I can’t believe-“ y/n waited expectantly. Quackity’s pause meant that he saw Charlie. “Oh. Hey bud.”

“Quackity from Las Nevadas.” Charlie almost sounded like he was crying. “What did you do?”

“Slime, you don’t understand, they knew more than they should-“

“So you killed them?” Quackity was quiet. y/n silently cheered to themselves, proud of both Charlie and Quackity’s acting. “You- you took my friend. You took my friend away and- are they coming back? Is y/n coming back?”

“Slime, I took one life. It doesn’t matter. They don’t matter. They didn’t care about Las Nevadas, not like we do.” y/n could hear Quackity’s character moving from his audio in the discord call. “It’s you and me Slime, my best friend.”

“No.”

“No?” y/n looked over the shared script, searching for what part was happening. They hadn’t read this far ahead. “What do you mean no?”

“I cared about y/n. They were my friend. This is not how you treat a friend.”

“And how would you know?”

“Because I know Quackity. I know.”

Charlie and Quackity came to a halt, waiting a moment before speaking again. “That was great!” y/n exited the Minecraft world, turning their full attention to the discord call. Quackity had his camera on, smiling, but Charlie still kept his camera off. “Was there anything else to record today?”

“No that’s it.” There was some clicking from Quackity’s end. “Thanks again. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah, later.”

Quackity exited the discord call, leaving Charlie and y/n in silence. Charlie cleared his throat, turning on his camera. His room was lit by just the lights behind his set up, casting his shadow over the shelves of stuffed toys and collectibles behind him. “Hey.”

“Hey!” y/n felt their face grow warm slightly. “I didn’t realize there was that much more to the script.”

“Yeah.”

y/n chewed the inside of their cheek. It almost sounded like Charlie was disappointed. “Are you okay? You sound upset.”

“I just-“ Charlie paused, resting his chin on his propped-up hands. “What do we do now? I don’t want to stop playing minecraft with you.”

“Charlie we don’t have to stop. Just because the lore goes one way doesn’t mean that we can’t interact.”

“But continuity-“

“You’re thinking like DnD.” y/n smiled gently at him. “If you still want to play together we can, it’ll just be like a secret. Or we can do our own lore. I’m sure if we talk to everyone about it me and you can write something.” Charlie didn’t say anything, and they frowned. “Is there something else?”

“I kind wish they didn’t kill you so early. I’ve still got my lives.”

“Maybe Quackity will kill you next.”

“That’s not-“ Charlie huffed, running a hand through his hair. “I like the character dynamic. I like us interacting. I like us.”

y/n paused, their face burning. They’d be lying if they said they hadn’t thought about the dynamic between themself and Charlie. The clips of them talking on late night streams. The fan-art all over Twitter. The edits recommended to them on Instagram. Hell, they thought about it even without seeing any prompted content. Charlie was on their mind most of the day. They’d constantly find themselves checking twitch to see if he was live or discord to see if he was active. Charlie had become a constant in y/n’s life and they indulged themself in it. “I like the dynamic too.”

“Well we don’t have that dynamic if you stop being part of Las Nevadas. There isn’t us.”

“Charlie, what are you talking about?”

“I’ve been— fucking— I’ve been using this stupid server to get closer to you. I thought that maybe you liked us the way that I liked us and I- I don’t know what I’m doing now.” Charlie rubbed his hands over his eyes. “I just didn’t want you to go.”

“Charlie I’m not going anywhere. I like us too.”

“You do?” Charlie perked up a bit, seeming more enthusiastic.

“Just cause we write lore doesn’t mean it affects us. Here, watch this.” y/n went onto the shared script, hoping Charlie still had it open, and began to type. They wrote about how y/n would possibly live alone in the woods on the outskirts of Las Nevadas, staying close to Charlie.

They could see Charlie smile on the other end of the call, then emit the sound of keys tapping. y/n watched as the words appeared on the page: Charlie tells y/n how he feels.

y/n gasped and turned back to the discord call. “I wanted to tell you soon. I guess I didn’t realize how upset the recording would make me.”

“Charlie, how long have you had a crush on me?”

“Uh, remember your first day?” y/n nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Probably about there.”

y/n turned back to the shared document, typing furiously. “It’s a good thing I like you too.”

Charlie smiled widely at the words; y/n returns his affection. He smiled at the discord call, resting his face in his hands. “Well then, what’s next for our lore darling?”

y/n chuckled, going back to open minecraft. “Help me make a new house.”

“Only if my bed can be next to yours.”

“Deal.”

They could hear Charlie tapping on his keyboard as he loaded in the game. “I know we haven’t met in person, but I’m serious. I like you.”

“And I’m serious. I like you too.” y/n looked at Charlie’s character on their screen. “It does kind of suck we’ve never met but that doesn’t mean-“

“I bought a ticket.”

“W-what? What kind of ticket?”

“A plane ticket. For next week. I mean if that’s okay. I can still cancel it.”

“No! I mean yes. I’d be delighted to have you come over Charlie.” y/n felt their smile soften.

“Can I still have a bed then?”

“Yes!” y/n laughed, going back to the game. They placed two beds side-by-side in the open air. “How’s this?”

“Better.” Charlie’s character went to stand on one of the beds. “Maybe we can write something different- oh.”

y/n looked at the document. Quackity had left them a comment on their new writing, telling them to flirt elsewhere. “Well, I guess he had a point.”

“Back to the game then darling?”

y/n smiled bashfully at the nickname. “Back to the game.”

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The Dress Up

Art by: Chocalicia

Bakugou x You

Disclaimer: Cursing, violence, sfw (99%), angst.

Authors note: Not really an expert in this writing thing. Started with a cute fun idea and kinda got dark fast. English is not my first language so don't mind the grammar mistakes. Hope you enjoy this read and would appreciate the reblog <3

Summary: She had dressed up as a hero that Halloween. She filmed it, but she did not expect the actual hero to show up on her doorstep. He had seen her, felt connected, but didn't expect her to be different.

The #1 Pro Hero Katsuki Bakugou tried to avoid the so-called Instagram video. Even after all of his friends had been bothering him, even after multiple news sites were investigating the source, even when he heard the girl in the video made her account and location private, even then he wouldn’t watch the video. Still he ended up seeing it. It was the night after an explosive fight with the LoV and there were quite some casualties, he never felt guilty, but tonight he wished he was stronger. He felt like a failure of a #1 pro here. “She’s definitely a fangirl of his, look at her eyes there’s fire in them.” He had heard Kirishima showing the video to Kaminari. He could really use a fan. He needed a way to boost his ego. So he opened his official Instagram account which his assistant managed by the way. The video was sent to him multiple times with no real ties to your actual account and when he pressed on the video he didn’t know what to expect. That’s why he was so surprised by what he saw. He saw a tall girl. She was wearing a skimpy version of his hero suit. The colors and print matched perfectly. They were tight sleeping shorts and a cropped tank top. He didn’t want to look at your body, but for a second he did. He saw your curves, the pouch of your belly where the shorts had twisted. The shoulder length curls framing your face like a crown. It looked so hot. But what looked even hotter was the actual smoke leaving your palms and the way your eyes looked filled with rage. “I can’t stand all these EXTRAS, just DIE!” You screamed into the camera before shooting all your explosives against the camera. The screen turned black and that was it. You could manipulate explosions. You could make it blast. You weren’t Japanese. He could hear that from the way you said his highschool catchphrase, but you sounded so cute saying it. He wanted to find you.

So he did. It took awhile to find you, he had to search for the actual account without being to obvious, but as the #1 pro hero it wasn’t hard to get information. He found out a few things about you:

1) Your name was: y/n

2) You lived in a small town in y/c

3) You were y/o years old

4) The video was made in October.

He watched the video more often than he wanted to. He became obsessed. He even screenshotted parts to have actual pictures of you in that outfit. He even dreamt of having you stand by his side. That fierce explosive girl. So when the day came he could finally meet you he was ready. He took a private plane to your city and it was early morning in February when he knocked at the door. It took longer than he expected. All of the sudden the door opened and there you were. You weren’t the girl from the video. Yeah you kinda looked like her. Same eyes, same skin color, but that was about it. You were still in your pajamas, wearing a bonnet to cover your gorgeous hair and the sleep in your eyes was still visible. He had woken you up. When you realized that the man standing before you was in fact Katsuki Bakugou, #1 pro hero from Japan, you let out a small “Goddammit I don’t speak Japanese. Oh wait sorry mr Bakugo, I err.... didn’t mean to curse.” Katsuki laughed at that. He liked that he made you nervous. “Can I come in, y/n?” He asked. “Wait you know my name? Of course come in, you like coffee or tea? Let me just change real quick.” Katsuki sat at the kitchen bar. You changing took longer than he had expected, but you were obviously making up for the first impression by taking a quick shower. When you finally returned for his coffee. You looked more refreshed, but still not like the angry girl from the video.

Katsuki shrugged:'' I'm here because of your video. I liked it. I like your quirk and that you’re like me...” he didn’t mean to say all that, but he still did. You looked uncomfortable. Started looking at your feet before responding:'' Sir I’m not like you. I don’t have a quirk. I was just showing respect to one of my idols.” Your cheeks started the blush. Katsuki’s voice got louder now:'' BUT why did you dress up like me and use explosives then?!” His screaming startles you for a second, but you weren’t scared. It was visible that Bakugou was intrigued by you. “It was Halloween sir, i made the costume myself and photoshopped the fire in the video. I’d also watched a lot of your old videos to know what to say. I wish I was more like you from time to time, because I tend to be a people’s pleaser and they always end up using me. Seemed fun to be the badass at least once this year.” He couldn’t really be mad at her for that. “Why the skimpy rip off of my hero suit though?” She let out a small giggle. “It was Halloween dummy and it was the first time I had the guts wearing something showing my curves and rolls like that it felt good I guess.” He really didn’t mind her calling him dummy, but still he couldn’t go all soft on her. “Don’t call me that dumbass, it sure looked good to see you like that, so could you show me the photoshop part?” He asked. And so you ended up showing all the work it took to get that exact effect. He watched all the video’s you’d taken, the bloopers, the ugly ones where you were laughing so hard that your whole “DIE '' sounded as an empty threat. He enjoyed seeing you so carefree more than seeing you so mad. He didn’t want to admit it, but he enjoyed his time with you. “Why don’t you put on that outfit again? Maybe we can take our own video?” Why did that sound soooo sexual, did he wanted it to be?” You looked at him with a serious expression. “I think I’m good, it was a halloween outfit and I am more than that girl in a skimpy hero outfit for halloween.” He wanted to respond but she shushed him down. “I am very flattered that you of all people came all the way to see me, but I’m more than a body and you haven’t seen the hate I have gotten from the world for just trying to have some fun as a fuller girl, I don’t need you petty neither your desire for my body. I just wanted to honor my favorite hero. That’s it. So thanks for your visit.” Katsuki didn’t understand what was going on. He couldn't deny seeing you in that outfit being a fan turned him on. But hearing the truth behind your words did sting. ‘’Wait, can I just stay? I didn’t mean it like that. I came all the way here because yes you looked so good with that outfit, but you also reminded me of myself and I liked that.’’ Y/n let out a frustrated sight. ‘’Oh yeah because of that quirk right? well I’m quirkless so we’re basically nothing a like.’’ This made Katsuki feel bad for you. He came closer to grab your hand, but you had already yanked it loose. ‘’UGH dude. I cosplayed you for Halloween, bc you seemed badass, but don’t mistake that for me wanting a quirk. out here in the actual world. where being a hero isn’t the main priority people have actual jobs, we’re not in constant danger and it’s not our mission to risk our life everyday for the sake of others. my life is fine as it is and I don’t appreciate you pittying me for not being a stupid hero.’’ Katsuki didn’t really register the words that spilled off your lips, he did see how angry you looked, the fire in your eyes, the same face you made when you imitated him in that video of yours. Still hearing his life mission being called stupid triggered him. ‘’So just because you can’t be me you call my job stupid. dumb quirkless brat, should’ve never visited your ass. trying to do some fans service and look how ungrateful you are.’’ Now it was her time to get even more pissed. She knew he was an asshole, but he really wasn’t any hero material. ‘’SO MR. PRO HERO NUMBER F*CKING 1. ONLY HAD ONE GOAL IN HIS LIFE, REACHED HIS GOAL AT THE AGE OF 25. WHAT NOW? THAT’S IT? PRETTY BORING IF YOU ASK ME.

YOU’RE RUDE, ARROGANT AND YOU EXPECT ME TO GO ALL BEGGING IN MY TEENY TINY SHORTS JUST TO RUB YOUR F*CKING EGO. YOU’RE NOT THAT SPECIAL.’’ This time all Katsuki felt was rage. how dare this little bitch say shit like this, while he had worked his whole life to achieve his dream. Before he knew it his hands were filled with heat. It was too late he couldn’t take it back he was about to kill her or atleast permanently injure her. She was standing right infront of him. the fear spreading on her face. She lifted her hands to ward off his blasts, but they had already started. She closed her eyes to prepare. Katsuki knew he had made a mistake, everything happened in slow motion, but instead of the powerful feeling he normally got from his blasts he ended up soaking wet. When he focused his gaze he saw you still with your eyes closed. hands in the same position and the last drop of what had to be a water related quirk. He had activated your quirk. He had made you so scared that your body needed a last defense method. when your eyes opened you realized what happened. you didn’t know what to say, you were angry, you were scared and most of all you were shocked. so you did what you were best at. you ran away.

Katsuki didn’t know what to do so he just left.

---------------------------------three months later---------------------------------------------------------

You never threw him under the bus. even months after if you were asked about that fatal scene that got you to awaken your quirk you just blamed it on a wild animal. you did however start a research to see if risks allowed quirks to develop more suddenly. So instead of seeing your Halloween vid on his instagram page, he saw you being a part-time hero in your hometown. Yes, part-time. you had laughed when the interviewer had asked you why you were so focussed on the part-time part. ‘’Well thanks for asking. You know what when I found out that I had this so-called quirk, I wasn’t that happy to be honest. I had survived without it for 23 years. so I wanted to still be me outside of being a hero. I have a normal job outside of this, I don’t want to receive money for being a decent human being and I think relying too much on those quirks causes a lot of damage. I’m not even calling myself a hero, helping people is the bare minimum it’s human decency, not a big corporate way to boost your own ego.’’ The interviewer definitely did not expect that answer. wanting to cause drama the interviewer tried to stir the pot. ‘’ So Y/N this isn’t the first time we see you in action as a hero. last Halloween we saw you in this video, paying tribute to #1 hero Dynamight in what might’ve been the most interesting way to present yourself as a starting hero, do you have any regrets about that video?’’ You smiled a gorgeous smile at the interviewer, but you’re words were poison: ‘’ The fact that an interview about me wanting to raise awareness to actual problems, is actually a means to an end to have me talk about my stomach and butt cheeks showing in a cosplay tells me more than I need to know. It's either the men that sexualize us and our costumes and whenever we try to empower ourselves by looking good, it’s always seen as something to please men. I won’t say anything more,except that I hope that everyone that feels the need to have a quirk to be a hero can stop. you can be a hero without a quirk. I’ve been a hero long before there was freaking water shooting out of my hands and I will remain one even when I’m doing my regular work.’’

The interviewer tried to apologize, but you were already gone. The months after the incident Katsuki had worked even harder than normal, he tried to avoid thinking about your words, about wanting more than being a hero, but hearing you say those words again on international television made it difficult. you were right. and his dumbass was still very much sorry for what he had done.But he needed to go back to sleep he had a long day tomorrow. there was a secret meeting planned by the #2 hero Mr Brat himself: Deku and it had to do with all the slander hero’s had been getting lately. The League of Villains might have disappeared from the radar, but still their message had set root. And wasn’t it exactly what y/n had been saying being a hero shouldn’t be about making money or being a corporate way of boosting your ego.

So the next day just before the meeting started he heard some talking and decided to just listen. ‘’Thanks for inviting me Deku. I know that we don’t agree on everything, but you definitely are a respective hero and I can’t really say anything bad about you.’’ ‘’Y/N you can call me Izuku. It's an absolute pleasure to meet you and I would be lying if I said that I don’t see a lot of truth in your views, that’s why I invited you to this meeting. please don’t be nervous not everyone will agree with what you have to say, but I support you and I think you will be a big reason why everything will be alright in the end.’’ He heard you giggle. ‘’Don’t worry Izuku, a bunch of heroes won’t scare me.’’ Now the two of you were laughing like you were old acquaintances. He hadn’t noticed that the room was already half full by now and he was one of the last to come in. He met your gaze, but saw that you weren’t surprised to see him at all. After sitting down Deku started the meeting. ‘’Well you guys are well aware why we’re all here, even when we’re not part of the same agency we have a common threat and that is the fear the LoV has planted inside of people’s minds. People feel neglected by us, feel looked down upon and as someone who used to be quirkless I can understand how they feel. I’ve brought a special guest from overseas, you might not agree with what she has to say, but she understands our citizens, the one we’re trying to protect so even if you don’t agree with her, you will answer with respect or you will answer to me.’’ As you got up out of your chair. Kirishima proceeded to whisper ‘’Ain’t that that Cosplay girl?’’ but he was hushed by a number of annoyed stares. You took a deep breath and just started talking.

‘’So you guys may wonder why I’m here. Why is there a random 20 something year old girl from overseas telling you about right or wrong. don’t worry I wouldn’t take me seriously too if I were you. My name is y/n and no I don’t have a hero name neither will I get one. Before I’m a ‘hero’ I'm me first. I want you all to think back to the reason you became a hero. Did you become one because your quirk fit the scene, because your friends or idols were heroes, did you become one for the money or because it’s literally the thing this society is built on? If you hadn’t had a quirk would you still become a hero? I know only one person here that would be a hero even without a quirk.’’ She locked eyes with Deku for a moment. ‘’I’m just going to paint a picture about how things look overseas and maybe, maybe you guys will understand how things feel for your citizens. I grew up without a quirk. I worked hard for my money, by getting an education and finding a job and I’ve always valued others above myself. I took first aid classes and I would do charity work still something that’s close to my heart today, but I never called myself a hero. I didn’t need the name, because why would I be idolized if I did something I loved, just because I cared about others? I learned during first aid that your own safety is the most important thing ever, because how could you save someone else when you’re the one that’s in danger? so I took that to heart and started taking better care of myself. looking at this country all I saw were people making a full time job of taking care of others, not taking care of themselves. a big factory made to save people. but often those so called saviors attracted villains. because when people are neglected because a) their quirk is seen as a villainous quirk b) they are quirkless or c) there is nothing ‘’heroic’’ about their quirks they are castaway and when people get desperate they turn to other things such as criminal activity. I don’t want to say it, but I believe you all created this system of heroes vs villains. I believe that if being a hero wasn’t that high paid type of job, wasn’t the best thing one could achieve things would be easier. I’m not saying turn in your cash, i’m not saying stop being a hero or go part time no. I’m saying: take care of yourself first, make sure you understand people’s frustration. labeling someone a villain just because they are misunderstood makes you the villain in their case and most of all remember that above all you are you. Without the suit, without the power would you still help people? Even if it meant cleaning toilets or cooking for someone would you consider that being a hero? I do. I think most of y’all lost track of the real meaning behind being a hero. I see myself as a human not a hero, I’m y/n and if you need help I’m there for you. Thanks for having me.’’

No one had said a thing, but even Katsuki couldn’t read the room. You could see a few tears being spilled from Uravity and Ribbit, you could see the lost in thoughts expressions of Deku and Hawks and you could see a few angry faces. Before the room interrupted though, you stood up once again and said: ‘’I think you all need to discuss this in peace without an outsider. so I’m going to look for some food, if I’m needed Deku will give me a call.’’

Before Katsuki could listen to the discussion that just started to erupt, he’d already walked out and followed you. when you entered the elevator he entered too and after three months you were alone again. He spoke without thinking. ‘’y/n… I am so sorry for what I’ve done to you.’’ You didn’t respond. your back was turned towards him and he had just let go of all his pride and you didn’t respond. He had to grab your arm. He had to make you understand. when he touched your arm you snapped. ‘’Have you had any idea how scared I was of you? Have you ever thought that I thought it was over for me. Killed by a fucking hero who can’t control his anger issues. Killed because you wanted to see me in fucking cosplay.’’ She had drove him in a corner. not only psychical, but also mentality, because she was right. still he remained slightly defensive ‘’I...I….I did like the way you looked, but I did see something of myself in you, that’s why I really came. still I’m an asshole for what I did you’re right.’’ she still wasn’t done though. ‘’Yeah Yeah Yeah, you wanted to see me being all angry. shouting ‘die’ to everyone. wanted to see me in my tiny shorts. probably got off on seeing me so mad.’’ Well shit she had a point, even with the guilt he could still remember how it felt when she had defended herself with her words and with her newly activated quirk. Even now as she was still talking he couldn’t deny how hot she looked. she was mad at him, he was wrong, he was a failure, those things never crossed his mind and still he kinda liked that she told him the truth, because no one ever did. ‘’You know what Bakugou you can DIE.’’ and with that she manipulated water to get straight into his lungs.. He never knew what dying actually felt like, let alone drowning, but here he was gasping for air and realized that the elevator hadn’t moved in a while. She looked at him and he couldn’t recognize her face. she was still speaking though and it took every ounce of power of him to keep listening to it. ‘’I wake up everyday with the thought that you could’ve killed me that day. I am in rage mode 24/7 and I can’t even be the hero I want to be because I’m filled with rage. you destroyed me. and still I wonder why you visited me that day, why you flew at least 10 hours. not just for some booty right? What would the great Dynamight want from me?’’ Then he heard your tears. It was so much worse than your anger. ‘’I thought about you everyday for the past three months. you ruined me and still I thought about the ‘what if’s?’ What if things were different that day…’’ All of the sudden his lungs were empty and while he was gasping for air she sat down next to him. They both knew this wasn’t going to be healthy, but still they couldn’t help it. y/n sighed and whispered ‘’ You’re the worst Bakugou.’’ and he responded: ‘’You’re right.’’ before she crashed her lips into his.

The kiss felt like fire. it spread fast and it definitely was built out of rage. as their lips had collided so did their body’s.There bodies were wet from the manipulated water she had used and both their heroes' costumes clung to their skins, but that didn’t stop them at all. Before she knew it she was on top of him. It felt good, it felt like payback, it felt like a win. She knew it wasn’t like that, she knew this wasn't what she was supposed to do, but still she had to do it. And then just as she felt his dick getting harder there was a sound.

“Don’t worry the elevator will be back working in a minute guys.”

It felt as if ice cold water had been dropped on them. They were both at a loss for words still panting from the rendezvous they just had. There were no words to be said, so what followed was silence.

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cognitosclowns · 2 years

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heya, it’s the apartment-anon again!! i saw your reply,, and tbh i’m having some A.B brainrot as well,,, like???? the robot dude w/ an abundance of plants??? my heart…its melting…oh no…….

but yeah i’d really like to see your stuff on A.B’s apartment!!! maybe how his s/o would react to it as well!!

OOH WHAT IF HE GETS A CAT

gah this is too cute!!!! <3333

- 🌱 anon [i guess that works for a long-term name lol]

GUH <333 GHUH <333 GGHHHGHHH <3 THIS IS GONNA BE LONG AGAIN IM SORRY-

SFW BELOW

(OH AND HERES THE PREVIOUS ASK)

OH GOODNESS <3333 THIS ASK IS GIVING ME SUPREME BRAINROT <333

JUST <333 listen his apartment is pretty small all things considered bc he,, doesn't really need much?? BUT ALSO ITS WAY BIGGER THAN ANYTHING HE'S USED TO??

Like esp if he's Mobile and Repaired it feels,, almost wrong having so much empty space to move around in??? Like at least in the Basement Lab has the background noise of computer terminals and pipes n stuff but,,, his apartment is uncannily quiet??

THIS MEANS HE LEAVES THE WINDOW OPEN AT ALL TIMES. Hearing the sounds of the city?? is so soothing. Also its completely new to him?? <33 so like for the first few nights he just kinda,, sits by the window and listens to the world while he reads.

MNSDMSD I MENTIONED THIS IN THE TAGS OF THE PREVIOUS POST THAT LIKE,, he has this Very Bad Habit of picking things up and then placing them somewhere else that is,, Very Percarious??

BC HES A ~PERFECT AI~ SO LIKE,, he can balance shit perfectly and then balance MORE shit on top of THAT shit and now you can't access the window bc theres smth resembling Modern Art in the way

AND OF COURSE, in his hubris he accidentally like,, stumbles a bit and that Slight Vibration causes several Piles Of Books And Trinkets to come clattering down >:( he'll still insist it was from Myc being too loud

OH SPEAKING OF MYC-

AB is a heavy sleeper he is a very heavy sleeper he could probably sleep through a fucking atom bomb but somehow Myc always seems to wake him up at like 3 am with his nonsense

LISTEN HE DIDNT MEAN TO PUT HIS ARM THROUGH THE WALL, IT JUST KINDA HAPPENED

He woke up suddenly and went to,, Bat On The Wall To Tell Him To Shut The Fuck Up and in his half-awake tizzy forgot that he has super strength and.... well

I mean at least Myc shut off his music after so he considers it a resounding success

YES HIM GETTING A LITTLE KITTEN <33

he didn't even get her on purpose - he noticed her climbing along his windowsill and,,, well he couldn't just leave her out there, she could fall and hurt herself and shes just so tiny it would be cruel to leave her out in the snow all alone and Oh No He Has A Cat Now??? When Did This Happen >:(

She's this,, tiny little white Cornish Rex?? No matter how much he feeds her she stays vv thin and lanky lmao.

Her 'Official Name' is Piper, (as in the Pied Piper bc,,, Jesus Christ He's Pretty Sure She's Killed Half The Rats In Virginia At This Point With How Many She Keeps Leaving Around. She takes after her dads homicidal tendencies I guess)

(ALSO,,, PRINCESS <33 bc she IS his little princess <333 yea he coos little endearments at her but he would never admit that lmao)

She perches as high as she can and just,, stares at everything. It unnerves ppl and he loves it <333 ITS THOSE BIG OL EYES, ALWAYS SUPER SHARP. The only time they get all Big is when she's being ignored and decides Fathers Ankles Need To Be Swiped For This Crime >:(

she doesn't audibly purr but,, like,, when you pet her you can feel her vibrating?? HE ADORES IT <333

YOURE 99% SURE THAT CAT HAS IT OUT FOR YOU THOUGH. LIKE SHE KEEPS GROWLING AT YOU WHEN YOURE JUST,, EXISTING. THIS BATTLE IS NEVER-ENDING SORRY LMAO.

THE PLANTS WERE,, ANOTHER THING THAT JUST KINDA HAPPENED.

It started with Brett getting him a little succulent to 'break in the new home', and he got used to taking care of it and,,, so when Elliot needed to get rid of a few old houseplants to make room for a new desk of course AB was the first one to ask and-

I MEAN HIS PLACE IS GORGEOUS, JUST,,, A BIT CLUTTERED LMAO.

It really does feel like a greenhouse <333 theres plants wherever he can stick them. You're pretty sure he'd have dandelions growing out of the floorboards if you gave him the chance.

LIKE YOU CAN STILL MOVE AROUND BUT YOU ALWAYS WORRY YOU'RE GONNA KNOCK OVER HIS TULIPS OR SMTH. He's very proud of everything and you can practically see him resisting the urge to start explaining all the intricacies of growing each of them.

MSNDMSD ILL CUT THIS OFF HERE BC ITS ALREADY GETTING LONG <333 BUT AAA I ADORE THIS IDEA SO MUCH. ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE.

#YALL ARE INDULGING ME TOO MUCH RECENTLY SMDNSMN <3333 AAAAA I AUDIBLY SQUEALED WHEN I SAW THIS ASK <333 GOD <33 #PLANT ANON YOU HAVE THE MOST MASSIVE BRAIN I AM DELIGHTED #STOP ENCOURAGING THIS BEHAVIOR LMAO IF THESE POSTS KEEP GETTING LONGER ILL END UP WITH A NOVEL #alpha-beta #robotus alpha-beta #sfw #fluff #inside job #alpha-beta x reader #robotus alpha-beta x reader #also eventually he probably gets a... Very Stupid Exotic Shorthair who constantly tumbles over himself <333 #names him Macavity bc he's.. orange ish but turns out he's actually vv clumsy n stupid <3333 #GUH THIS WAS CUTE I LOVED IT #me : oh no im posting too much ab #yall : *three ab asks back to back*#pspspspsp roboromancers cmere ab is being endearing again #when piper is getting into smth he just.. gently grabs her face and stares blankly at her like a tired parent. they just blink at eachother #for a bit and then he lets go smdnsmd

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magnoliae · 3 years

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Hii, I saw u had ppl who support the penumbra podcast on ur DNI, and i was just wondering, what was the hiring event u were referring to? It's on my list of podcasts to listen to n I was wondering if I should take it off

Hi! Ill start from a beginners perspective of the penumbra as the main controversy is very much a direct result of all of penumbras past mistakes, sorry if you know parts of this already. Also Im white and started listening mid season 2, so this is more of a rundown than like an authoritative judgement.

Theres two unrelated stories that are just going into the fourth season, one a scifi noir show with many themes on family, trauma, recovery and corruption, and a fantasy D&D like fiction which I have not listened to as much so I dont know the themes as well. However both stories are really popular because of their diversity in primarily LGBTQIA+ charcaters, but also race, disabilities, age, gender.

The main protagonist of the scifi noir is Juno Steele, a black disabled nonbinary character who has PTSD and other traumas. However, the penumbra has a predominantly white cast and writing crew, especially at the beginning of the show, and didnt explicitly give any charcters a race or ethnicity (except for iirc the antagonists of the now non-canon pilot who were south asian and said to "breed like rabbits" yikes).

Then in 2017, penumbra hired Michaela Buckley, whose art is a whole nother can of worms of racist and transmisogynistic caricatures. As the first "official" artist she gave the characters a lot of their traits that are still seen today, especially races and ethnicities like black for Juno, and South East Asian for his love interest Peter Nureyev. As a white person its not my place to judge the harmfulness in making an angry alcoholic character with a broken home black, and a suave homme-fatale thief Asian, but it doesnt sound good on paper.

When people brought this up with the creators of the show, they sort of made it canon but not really? Nothing really was mentioned on changing their ways or combating fandom racism. According to this timeline by @/ofdreamsanddoodles they later apologised, but still sold Buckley's merch. They also kinda sidestepped it by making their future "race blind", however the setting is very much not a utopia so idk the decision to avoid race as a topic seems a bit glaring imo. I think Buckley as well apoligsed separately, and she never intended to be like, the voice of god on canon representation.

The recent controversy however is around the newest artist penumbra have hired after their season 3 artist left. They hired Ellison Estephan, who also has a history of drawing racist, lesbophobic and transmisogynistic caricatures. the link goes over one of the most offensive artworks, which the penumbra team later address.

The first "statement" was given by one of the showrunners, Harley Takagi Kaner, on twitter I think a day after the announcement. However they basically only talked about the bullying theyve received in the meantime. It was mentioned later by Kevin Vibert how this was done in the spur of the moment by Harley. Vibert did compare the numbers of slurs sent to him, a white cis gay guy, vs Harley, a nonbinary POC so like, I understand why Harley would try to stop like abuse rather than criticism, but it wasnt great when this looked like their only official apology. Ellison also dismissed their offensive art as "goofy", which was also not great when fans hadnt heard anything else from the team. They did later apologise properly.

Then a week after the announcement, Vibert releases an 12 page statement on the matter. However, a large part of this was more going over why it took the team so long to respond and their hiring process, rather than an actual apology. In regards to Ellison's infamous artwork, he only goes over Alessandra Strong because no one on the hiring team was a black woman. And the response was it made sense to make a tall gruff muscular woman black because of her personality and because previous fans (like Buckley) had drawn her as black so it'd be taking away representation. I cant truly make a judgement on that, but he handwaves away the overly offensive caricature style which is what people mainly had an issue with, and didnt bring up the other characters. The crew have also decided to keep Ellison as their artist, so this is just another case of the penumbra team refusing to make changes and not take accountability in writing their characters and plot.

#ty for the ask!#antiblackness #misogynoir #long post #transmisogny tw

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linorangge · 3 years

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Yugyeom as Your Boyfriend ! <3

(keep in mind this is a head canon !) requested by @americaspeach

how you met:

- I would like to say that this man is my ult bias so just expect this to be rlly lengthy and cute

- u did graffiti art in an alley every now and then nd sometimes street dancers would show up

- one day gyeom showed up with jaebeom and jaebeom started b boying

- everyone was egging him on

- since yugyeom got there with beom, ppl wanted gyeom to join in

- he started doing some pops and stuff nd he did rlly well despite NOT b boying

- ppl were pretty blown away from their skills, u included

- you did ur graffiti, making sure to check if he was still there

- as the crowd dispersed after a few hours u noticed him walking away

- u totally ditched the graffiti and u walked after him

- it was hard to catch up bc mans is TALL nd has the longest legs ever

- u went up to him nd tapped his shoulder

- he turned, nd he actually had to look DOWN at u

- “u did rlly good out there”

- “oh thanks haha”

- he was kinda shy abt it

- u kinda started a convo abt his hobbies while beom was standing there in the background

- you eventually started flirting with him

- he flirted back

- u asked for his number

- he gave it to u

- he told u to have nice night nd u went back to ur graffiti

- you literally forgot that YOU had his number but he didn't have yours

- so u waited for a week for him to text u

- nd then u realized,,,,,,,

- YOU had to make the first move

- so u did

- nd gyeom was like “who is this”

- nd u were like “graffiti girl”

- nd he was like “OHHHHH wanna hang out later”

- you said yes ofc

- u went to a lil bowling alley place nd he taught u how to bowl

- u sucked at first and he won the game

- afterwards u guys drove around town and listened to music while u talked

- at some point u guys parked at some random place nd he showed u vids of him dancing

- which prompted u to show him pics of graffiti you'd done

- nd he showed u his singing vids nd u were VERY impressed

- after awhile he took u home nd yeah

- afterwards u guys became more friends than lovers

- u became close rlly rlly quick

- u guys very noticeably had crushes on each other

- nd then one day u guys were sitting on ur couch

- and he just kissed u ????

- nd he was like “omg im so sorry ill leave”

- nd u were like “no”

- and u guys just made out for like an hour

- nd then he was like

- “are we official now?”

- nd u were like “alright ig”

- u were dying inside tho

yugyeom as your boyfriend:

- so whipped

- he loves everything abt u

- puts “my”a lot in front of any pet name he calls u

- my baby

- my sweetie

- my darling

- my y/n

- WHIPPED WHIPPED WHIPPED SOSOSOSO WHIPPED

- he’s rlly giggly when he’s around u

- or when he talks abt u to the sevens he get blushy and giggly

- yeah he talks abt u SO MUCH

- “the other day y/n had to get on her tippy toes to kiss me”

- “gyeom you've told us this story like three times today”

- “then ur gonna listen for a fourth time”

- uses these emojis 🥺💞😽 EVERYTIME HE TEXTS U

- “are u feeling well today baby 🥺”

- GODDDDD SOSOSOSOS WHIPPED LITERALLY

- he sends u lots of texts throughout the day asking how ur feeling nd if u need anything

- also likes to facetime whenever he can

- at the studio, during a shoot, literally any time

- he literally just likes to make sure ur doing ok

- hmmm

- ur kinda one of his fav ppl

- he feels safe with u

- he tells u anything and everything bc he just trusts u that much

- pda wise

- he’s pretty affectionate tbh

- he’ll hold ur hand and give u long kisses

- nd sometimes ur like “bro we are in public PLEASE”

- nd he chills out LMAO

- alone he's a bit clingy

- he just likes being around u nd being in ur presence

- since there’s some height difference u sometimes just give up on kissing his lips so u kiss his collarbone/chest/neck

- HE LOVES THIS SO MUCH

- it drives him insane

- he gets shy around u sometimes

- if and when u guys do the uhhhhh secks

- he’ll be shy taking his clothes off

- and you’ll b like “dude we’ve seen each other naked like 7 times already”

- “ik but u still make me nervous”

- GOD SSOOSOSOS WHIPPED

- he also sometimes likes to sing u to sleep

- he takes requests

- sometimes u guys spoon in bed nd ur like

- “can u sing bruno mars”

- nd he sings bruno mars into ur ear softly

- the nights he does that u sleep so peacefully

- overall u make him happy

- u make him feel like he’s on top of the world as cheesy as that sounds

- he thinks ur so talented nd beautiful in every way

- he tends to take u to the dance studio sometimes

- nd u sit there and watch

- he’ll occasionally try to teach u some moves

- u learn a few every now and then

- sometimes u surprise him with food or sweets at the studio nd he just melts

- he likes to surprise u with random things

- random presents??

- “oh yea I got u this hoodie from ur fav brand”

- “what for”

- “just cus :) “

first time I love you was said:

- he said it first

- u were doing some graffiti art and u brought him along

- he was sitting back on a little bucket, watching u

- he’d take pictures of you or of himself to pass the time

- and then u turned, halfway thru the artwork

- u were covered in paint nd u had the biggest smile on his face

- “what do u think”

- he just stared at u

- he enjoyed seeing u do what u loved

- even more when u saw u happy

- “I love you y/n”

- and somehow ur smile grew bigger

- u let out a little giggle

- “I love you too gyeomie”

- he got up from his little bucket nd crossed the alley to meet u

- he embraced u and then pulled away to kiss you

- he felt like that moment lasted forever

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dreamiesdotcom · 4 years

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slow | n.jm, l.hc

summary: Jaemin likes some things slow — slowly walking from your houses to school, slowly drinking warm drinks, slowly putting puzzle pieces together, slowly dancing to Jisung's upbeat playlist, slowly baring yourselves of masks, slowly learning to trust — but slowly falling in love, he's not very sure.

word count: 2563

a/n: this is based off this post of mine (as per @flirtyhyuck 's request) and im here to say that im sorry this wasnt supposed to see the light of day

"Can you please tell Jeno to tell his best friend to stop staring at mine?" Jaemin almost growls, pulling your chair over nearer to him. You whine a little at being closer to the scent of his coffee, scrunching your nose up and pulling away. He gasps at the rejection but you smile at him and reach for his hands instead. He rolls his eyes and faces Renjun, "Please."

"Na, you know I don't talk to people. I'm allergic." Renjun grumbles. "Talk to Jisung instead, he's been hanging out with the music kid for a project."

"He's older than you, and he has a name," Jisung grimaces over a cup of hot chocolate. "His name is Mark. Mark Lee."

"See?" Renjun shrugs as if to prove a point. "He even knows his 'name'."

"But this is so unfair!" comes the inevitable whine from the younger. "Chenle is friends with Hyuck-hyung!"

"Chenle is friends with everyone. Whatever, one of you needs to do it." Jaemin sighs, turning his chair to face you. He raises a brow, "What're you thinking?"

Your hand still loosely wraps around his, and he slowly entwines them together.

Warm. It's warm like a cup of whatever the hell it is Na Jaemin is drinking. What were you thinking, though? A while ago, there was a lot — random numbers, other subjects, an article you read yesterday, the way Jisung's eyes shined at the mention of Mark. Right now, there's only one; Don't catch feelings.

Those thoughts are regular and they were haunting. These days, they're not as incessant as the past few months, but they still come and they are unbelievably strong — don't catch feelings. Something tells you that it's too late and you already did. Something tells you that you are stupid.

But, what if things worked, right? He's soft and kind and he's lovely. You fit in a lot of things and you disagree in some but that's just perfectly balanced, isn't it? He won't hurt you — oh, how he won't do that. He never will. Na Jaemin, this magical boy — what if?

"Damn, Lee Donghyuck is really in love with you," someone chimes loudly, and you don't even need to see who's rushing to your table before Jisung groans in disdain and makes space for this odd friend. Chenle makes a vague motion, asking people to look away. "He talked my ear off about how pretty you looked while painting at Art's class. He's whipped."

What if, huh? You turn away from the idea with a smile. Don't be silly...

"No, he's not, Chenle." You reply to the boy but keep your eyes at Jaemin, smiling still. "I wasn't thinking about anything. That was me spacing out."

Jaemin rolls his eyes again, seemingly moodier than usual. His soft giggle later makes you laugh, though. Oh, how weak this boy was. How weak he became when someone smiled at him. Or maybe, only when a specific someone does it.

"What do you mean 'No he's not, Chenle'?" The brat refuses to get the hint and live him down. He makes a quick show of turning around to the other side to check Lee Donghyuck and his friends' table, then pointing at them, "He's staring at you."

"He's not!" You hiss, glaring at the people who are either eavesdropping or watching or worse, both.

"Is, though." Jisung shrugs. "I bet he writes you love songs."

"Does not!" you glare at the duo, begs Jaemin through your eyes to tell them to stop. Unfortunately, Jaemin is already gushing at the two. You stomp your feet to get their attention, "We don't even know each other!"

And that was a lie. Renjun's eyes read those words, he must've known. He probably knew about the accidental bumping into each other at the playground, or the awkward laughs you two share at the convenience store; maybe he saw him helping you with Mathematics at the library, or he stumbled upon most of your accidental meetings; those were by coincidence, right? They had to be. Renjun's eyes also read another set of words: Don't break his heart.

But how can you not? You weren't in love with him. You were in love with somebody else, and you wished that the sunshine boy didn't adore you like that. Why does Renjun care about Hyuck? They haven't even spoken to each other. You sigh, and at that very moment, you hear the door open and close. Donghyuck and his friends left. The room mourns the lack of the warmth of their muffled laughter.

"You know what, I'll just go see Lee Donghyuck." You huff your cheeks, palms slamming on either side of the table. Jaemin startles, tries to speak, but you're already cutting him off with a much more determined gaze.

"I have his number from when Chenle got it for me. I'll go home, change clothes, ask him to meet up and I'll prove you guys wrong." you stand up, tearing away from his stare. "It'll drive me crazy if I don't."

"But we—" he bites back a sigh, but you notice the way his hands attempted to reach up and pull you back down to your chair. It seemed like a quiet plead to hang around. He smiles, "Do you need a ride?"

That day you told him no, and you pinched his cheeks instead of your usual kind of goodbye; that one where you pout and tug at his sleeves, wishing for fifteen more minutes without words but only your eyes, knowing you'd meet each other tomorrow but not quite wanting to even part.

If Jaemin knew that it will be the moment where everything begins to change, he knows he would have held you tight and never let you go.

You officially got together with Donghyuck on the 24th of December. Jaemin isn't interested in knowing how it happened, but he briefly remembers the next few days after that: everyone talking about Donghyuck's sweet voice, Mark and Jeno playing the guitar, and a kiss under a mistletoe. Renjun and Jisung gave him as many sweets as they could manage to find, though they quickly realized that he isn't gonna give up on his little role of a boy not broken. Chenle was the one who talked him down, smacked his head, hugged him tight, and told him to snap out of it.

It was sure as hell disrespectful and he got an earful after that, but it did help Jaemin. At that moment, there was a silent agreement between the three that it was all that mattered: Jaemin accepted the pain and knew that he wasn't alone in all of this.

Heartbreak felt bitter and it wasn't kind, but Jaemin knew that much. Chenle's been saying those things to him for a while now — especially if it's because of someone you're close to. Even more if you haven't confessed yet, hyung. Damn it. It hurts so much — he said so many times Jaemin couldn't bother count. He never learned this, though, and he never even thought that he'd be in this situation: right now, he should be making a homework. Right now, he just realized that a heartbreak is even more extremely cruel if you never even realized that you had feelings until the moment you're hurting.

He looks down on his open notebook, glares at the unanswered question before ultimately giving up. Beside him, Renjun lost himself in a book and Chenle fell asleep. He searches for Jisung only to find him with a very familiar-looking boy — Mark Lee — shyly talking behind a bookshelf. Jaemin grits his teeth and wonders what the hell it is that this group has that he keeps losing his friends to them.

Sometimes, Jaemin falls into the ways of an escapist, as Renjun said once. He and his big words were normal. What's not normal is his daydream — it wasn't the two of you and your friends in Neverland, and it wasn't his imagination of how future plans would unfold — because sometimes he tends to do that, imagine how things would go. Right now, he's not thinking of that sleepover at Chenle's. He's not drinking up the image of a long, aimless drive (that will certainly happen. Jisung won't allow it not to happen), stargazing and exchanging theories on extraterrestrial life (that will definitely happen once again, because of Jisung as well, but now with the help of Renjun). His daydreams center on rain clouds today.

In his mind, you're both in some comforting cottage in the woods and there's a thunderstorm. The scent of petrichor and deep wood mixes with a calm and cozy atmosphere. You're tucked safely in his arms and he has you all to himself; right now, in his mind, he can be as selfish as possible. You're talking and laughing over sweet little nothings, and Jaemin has to catch himself a little so that even if he continues to fall, it wouldn't be as fast. He likes some things slow. He likes soaking up certain moments just as much as he likes the other events' turbulence. With you, he loved everything slow.

Slowly walking from your houses to school. Slowly drinking warm drinks. Slowly putting puzzle pieces together. Slowly dancing to Jisung's upbeat playlist. Slowly baring yourselves of masks. Slowly learning to trust.

Slowly falling in love, he's not very sure. More often than not, he would ask himself in his mind: 'Would it all be different if I fell in love faster?'

Maybe there were some things that needed to be rushed. Some things that needed to be instantaneous. He laughs inside his mind and asks again, 'Can this heartbreak be quicker, then?'

The false memory is ruined.

Jaemin comes back down to reality at the scent of roses. His shoulders ache a little from leaning at the lockers, so he stands properly and meets your confused expression. Roses. Chocolates. Letters. You. You look awfully flustered and the pink hue in your cheeks becomes bolder and bolder each phrase your eyes read. Jaemin smirks and takes a peek.

I don't know what went through my head or whatever hopeless romantic spirit decided to posses me today, but I love you. And I miss you. Let's have a date?

Cheesy. His grin grows wider but he promises himself that it's the last. He won't look at you so lovingly again. He won't feel like this anymore. Donghyuck is bratty and headstrong but he was kind and he cherished you, ready to give you the world — Jaemin finds that he can do that, too. Except that it's Donghyuck whom you intensely love. He promises himself that he'll get over you but only because he knew that he's bad at promises.

"Against Hyuck?" he drawls as if to make a joke. His laugh sounded way too wounded for it to be funny, though, and he leans to the lockers again because his knees buckle at your gaze, the one that slowly makes him melt all the damn time. "There was never really a chance for me, huh?"

He thinks you'd run away and go as far as possible from him from then on. He thinks you should — he implied that he liked you. He implied that he wanted a chance. He implied that he hoped for it. When you didn't do anything but tear your eyes away from the lovely note, he assumed you've taken it as a joke, that you were dense — that you were dense again. Instead, you tilted your head to him, "This is where it gets painful."

He aches to ask what it is that you meant, but he found that he couldn't speak. He's tongue-tied and he couldn't move, couldn't find the right words to say. It's as if his ability to make a sound was stolen from him. He's unaware of the world because all he can see is tender gazes and all that he can listen to is a gentle voice, then the words he never thought he'd hear — you were staring at him and then you sighed.

"You did, once."

A series of unexpected events have already unfolded, but this probably was one of the top three. He doesn't know where he gets the strength, but he stands straight again. He tears all the what if's and what could've been's and what will never be away for this moment, and he doesn't dwell on the fact that you loved him. That there was a chance. That he completely missed that chance because he was so afraid, so scared of falling in love and ruining all that you both have slowly built together. He doesn't understand how he even got to crack up at that realization, but he does — "And that was a perfect exchange. Jisung would love that."

You wink at him in quick humor, but you laugh at him with unrest, "Why Jisung?"

"He's into this kind of thing these days." He shrugs. "Speaking of, isn't it weird how Jisung all so suddenly likes sappy movies? Is he going through something?"

"He hasn't said anything. Maybe he's not yet ready to share with the class, Jaemin." You reply, smirking, "Are you playing detective, or are you nosy?"

"I'm concerned." He lights flicks your forehead. You giggle as he does that, eyes fluttering shut, and his heart stings again. When you open them, he's staring at you.

The look in your eyes screamed of honesty and pure truth. Jaemin understands, he always does. And he knows too, he knows that you're aware as well. He knows that you saw the same sincerity in his eyes and you knew that every single bit of that intense moment was true. At that, he swings an arm at your shoulders and led the two of you to the exit, opening a talk about your other friends and plans of meeting at 12 pm at the usual for lunch, then he cracks a joke, and you genuinely chuckle.

"I used to daydream about us," used to be said to prompt a laugh. On a normal day, that was the joke that makes you fall over and not the multiple bizarre versions of "Why did the chicken cross the road?". On a normal day, you two would talk hours and hours about daydreaming about each other, some sappy and some downright comedy. On a normal day, that's the topic you both center around as you walk your way to your other friends.

Today wasn't a normal day, though, because today you shine under the sun brighter than others, and you look very stunning in yellow. Today wasn't a normal day because you didn't take the normal route, instead, you made a turn to bid someone a quick farewell. Today, "Do you think there's another world where we're together?" doesn't feel like a question elicited from Renjun's multiverse theories and "If you knew, would you try?" isn't just a verse from Jisung's surprising secret stash of self-written poetry. Today, "You were a dream that shined brightly above me and just like the fate of a gazer and a star, you are so far from my reach" isn't just something he read out of the book Chenle reads.

Today, Jaemin watches you fall in Donghyuck's arms like it was all you were meant to do, and his heart breaks.

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another nct drabble, short story, one shot, scenario?

genre: fluff probs

tw: none

pairing: Renjun & reader

a/n: idk bro read at ur own risk, i used google translate for a thing but im hoping it makes sense in the context, feel free to interact :))

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"Renjun-ah it’s fine. You, of all people, know how forgiving she is.”

“Ya! Haechan, don’t say it like that. Renjun-ah it looks really nice she’ll love it.”

Haechan and Jeno were gathered in Renjun and Jisung’s shared bedroom attempting to calm the nerves of the older Dream member. He had just finished a painting he had been working on for the last month in prepation for Valentine’s Day. He knew you weren’t expecting anything as in Korea, the traditional practice was for the girl in the relationship to give the guy chocolates, but neither of you were big on the specifics of things like that. You both shared the sentiment of holidays but were also practical in the ways you gave gifts to each other. Last Christmas, Renjun had given you a new winter coat since the one you’ve been using since your teenager years had begun to literally tear at the seam. You often brushed off his nagging of buying a new coat with protests of the coat still doing its job.

“Renjun, the coat is fine. I’m still perfectly warm”

“Y/n, I can see the thread that’s keeping the arm sleeve attached to the rest of it hanging off. I bet if I pull it the whole thing would fall apart. Here let me show you.”

He reached down and pretended to yank the thread which prompted you to gasp in amused disbelief.

“Ya! Don’t you dare! Did you really pull it off?”

You looked down at your arm trying to assess if in fact the fabric on your body was still a piece of wearable clothing.

He laughed and just embraced you in a hug.

He had followed up the new winter coat with a flower plushie you had commented that was cute a week ago in a shop, his favorite scented candle so you could be reminded of him when he was away on a schedule, a neck massager because he thought you spent too much time at your desk, an insulated bottle so you would drink more water and not coffee, a polaroid camera for the memories and random Chinese snacks you really liked. He was very practical yet considerate, and it made your heart swell. You almost cried thinking all of it was too much and he had to hold your face in is hands and make you look at him so he could tell you that you were worth it.

What you didn’t know that he also wanted to gift you with a necklace but second guessed himself too much to the point where he took the small box out of the pile of gifts only minutes before he gave you the heap of presents. Mark was the only member he told about the necklace beforehand but Renjun unfortunately had forgotten to inform his loveable hyung of his inaction, a problem that presented itself the morning after Christmas.

“Y/n! Merry-day-after-Christmas! How was Christmas with Renjunnie? Did you like the necklace?”

You, Mark, and Renjun had been sitting at the Dream dorm kitchen table eating leftovers from the small dinner Jaemin had made at 3am. Thankfully the rest of the boys were still asleep so the damage could still be contained. Renjun choked on the green tea he had been drinking but quickly recoverd.

“Neck massager hyung. The Korean word for neck massager is 목 마사지기. Ahhh, it’s because he’s a foreigner.”

Renjun laughed a little too forcibly and tried to signal to Mark as much as humanly possible without bursting a vein that the necklace gift was aborted. By some Christmas miracle, Mark had somehow picked up on the hint and quickly corrected himself. He even added a white lie to support the neck massager fib, quickly sputtering that he had helped Renjun pick out a neck massager with the recommnedations from his mom, his aunt, his grandmother, and his cousin who was some sort of professional massager. You answered honestly that you had yet to put it to use as you forgot to charge it last night. You weren’t sure if it was the happiness hangover or lack of sleep after Christmas Day that made you think Mark and Renjun were acting strange, but you became distracted from dwelling on their behavior as Haechan and Jisung came into the kitchen. The mood quickly shifted and Renjun felt like he could breathe for the first time in what felt like an hour. You had become preoccupied in helping Jisung follow a recipe on how to make American style pancakes and scolding Haechan for handing the gullible maknae wrong ingredients. After a few minutes Renjun had excused himself to check on Jaemin and Jeno, and Mark announced he had to use the bathroom. Once out of earshot from the mess in the kitchen Mark turned to Renjun,

“You didn’t give it to her?”

“No, hyung, honestly I got too scared. What if she didn’t want it? What if she thinks I’m going too far? What if it’s too serious all of a sudden?”

“Well, don’t you want to be serious with y/n?”

“Of course. More than anything. I just don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Renjunnie,” Mark placed his hands on his shoulders, “you are doing great. Do whatever feels right to you. But if you’re only doubting yourself I think it’s still a good idea to give her the necklace.”

Renjun still looked conflicted and mindlessly opened the door to Jaemin room then Jeno’s.

The four proceeded back to the suspiciously quiet kitchen to find Jisung sat at the table and Haechan and you making the rest of the pancakes. When Jaemin asked what happened, Haechan responded,

“We wanted to make sure you guys still had a place to live.”

The necklace matter had been dropped and about a month later all those repressed emotions Renjun had came back. It was two nights before Valentine’s Day and both just wanted a quiet evening. Renjun planned to cook a dinner at your apartment and the whole thing felt innocent until he thought about how you guys hadn’t even been officially together for more than a year. He suddenly felt the pressure, the implications, the underlying tone of something like giving you a piece of jewelry. His plan was to just give you a painting. He had carefully recreated the scene of the park where he first saw you. You had been pushing children on the swings. He had thought you were a babysitter of some sort until you waved to the kids goodbye and saw the nearby adults scoop them in their arms and walk away. Then he saw you swinging by yourself. He never revealed this to you during your first official encounter as he didn’t think it would be smooth to open up with, “I’ve been watching you swing by yourself at the children’s park.” He also hadn’t been initially sure if you were the same girl he had wistfully observed, but you had once planned a park date at your favorite spot.

“It’s actually quite near your dorm, we could walk there if you’re up to it? Sometimes I play with the kids. It’s gotten to the point where some of the mothers have recognized me.”

Renjun immediately knew you had been that girl he had observed in what felt like a lifetime ago. He knew that one day he would really have to treat Chenle to a meal for introducing you both. Renjun also knew if he had admitted this to Chenle now he would never let it go and it would somehow inflate the size of that kid’s head even more, but he added it to the list of things he loved about his younger member.

Renjun had carefully recreated the details from his memories of those days, paying particular attention to that coat you refused to give up on and he had just finished the painting when Haechan decided to burst into his room.

“Renjunnie! Have you ate? Let’s eat.”

Renjun had been so absorbed with his doubts that the sudden interruption almost made him fall off his chair. Renjun almost gets as easily startled as Jisung, but the magnitude of his reaction made Haechan take a step back and immediately set off his signature mischief.

“Ya, is the innocent and pure boy doing something naughty? You know you should really lock your doors Renjun-ah”

Renjun scrammbled to find something to cover the painting. His tidy desk space provided no aid and his next move was to flip the whole thing over deciding to deal with the consquences of the still wet paint later, but Haechan moved quickly and pulled Renjun’s arms up away from the canvas.

“Ya, what’s this?”

“Nothing. Heachan, please.”

Renjun sighed. He had no problem in any other situation to fight the boy who always tested his limits, but with the awkward sitting position he was in, Renjun knew that there was no logistically sound way to physically fight Haechan at the moment.

“Oh, it’s just another painting. Why were you so freaked out- YA! Is that y/n?!”

Haechan dropped Renjun’s arms, his first mistake, as Renjun took the opportunity to lunge towards the painting. Haechan proceeded to yank the back of the wooden chair -- his second mistake -- and he called out for reinforcements.

“JENO-AH!”

Jeno was not surprised that the bickering quickly took place, but was also concerned with the intensity of Haechan’s scream. Jeno regretfully entered the space of what would ultimately disrupt the otherwise peaceful morning and listened to the chorus of Renjun’s mild curses and death threats and Haechan’s shameless happy teasing although he was the one in the headlock.

“Ya, you two. Can we just go eat?”

“Jeno-ah, grab that. QUICKLY.”

Curiosity took over and Jeno obeyed. Renjun knew that although Jeno lacked in the desire of fighting members, he made up for with his physcial strengh. Renjun was quite aware that Jeno could quite literally pick him and Haechan up to stop the sqaubble. Renjun gave a frustrated sigh of defeat and sat back down at his desk while Jeno and Haechan sat on the nearby bed to fully observe the art piece.

“Is this y/n? It’s really good.”

“Our Renjunnie is growing up so fast. It’s cute to see you in love.”

The casualness of Haechan’s sentiment in dropping the L word set off alarms in Renjun’s brain but curiously not his heart. He quickly pushed off whatever deer in headlights reaction he showed and calmy took the painting back from Jeno. He decided to just tell the two that it was for Valentine’s Day and mumbled that he wasn’t sure if you were gonna like it.

"Renjun-ah it’s fine. You, of all people, know how forgiving she is.”

“Ya! Haechan, don’t say it like that. Renjun-ah it looks really nice she’ll love it.”

Haechan sensed it was the right time to get serious.

“Renjun-ah. Honestly. It’s a really good painting. She’ll love it. That girl loves everything you do.”

Jeno hummed in agreement.

“Injunnie, it will be okayyy.”

Jeno’s speciality in dorm-only aegyo gave Renjun comfort. It almost brought back a sense of normalcy in Renjun’s emotions. He was also grateful to Haechan although no matter how much the boy made it a sport to annoy him, he could still be mature when it counted. He thanked God that the necklace had been safely hidden in a drawer and considered the many ways the situation could have escalated if the two boys saw that the painting gift was not the main source of his anxiety.

Renjun thought it would be best to change the subject from his insecurities about his love life. Love, he thought, there was that word again.

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hi i have a tendency to not end my fics well, lemme know what yall think

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