#lets see if this story ends differently than i know it will

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

𝐁𝐫𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞

Pairing: Chan x Lee Know little sister!fem!reader (non-idol au) Genre: Fluff + Smut angst kinda >.>(im bad at writing it forgive me...) Word Count: 8.6k (HOLY SHIT THATS THE LONGEST ONE YET) Warnings: mutual pining, mentions of cheating, protective Minho, underage drinking if you pay close attention, fighting >.> <.< DONT DO IT, unprotected sex pullout method >.>, cringe ending as usual. i think thats everything?

A/N: I genuinely started tweaking writing this uh requests are open until like august. this request is old... so... im sorry i only just got to it ;-; I'm also so sorry if the story is >.>... cringe T_T my brain has been like fried eggs lately.

The first time Chan agreed to go to Minho's house, he was in his sophomore year of high school, when Minho had mentioned he had a sister, Chan hadn't thought much of it.

Until Chan saw you; the pretty, sweet (to him at least), smart 8th grader that was Minho's little sister.

You had poked your head into Minho's room, "Bro have you seen my hair rollers?"

Chan looked up at you from his book.

Minho looked at you and made a face. "I don't know where you put that stuff."

"Minho!" You threw the door open and frowned at him. "You borrowed them!"

"WHY WOULD I BORROW THOSE???"

"I DON'T FUCK-" You paused, eyes flicking to Chan.

Minho smiled evilly. "I'm telling mom!"

"MIN!" You shouted, "OH!" You stomped your foot for a moment before huffing. You took long strides to Minho's bedside table and grabbed his wallet.

"Where are you going!?" He shouted as you went back to the door.

"Buy more hair rollers." You said, slamming the door behind you.

Chan looked at his book and cleared his throat trying to disguise his laugh. You were cute, just a little bit.

Minho looked at his friend before his eyes narrowed. "Hey."

Chan looked at him, "Huh?"

"Chan... You're my guy. My best friend." Minho got up from his bed and smiled genuinely at him, "For the sake of our friendship, don't..."

Chan raised a brow. "Don't what?"

Minho made a face. "Chan."

Chan laughed. "Minho. I couldn't. Be for real. She's your sister. I'll be with her and be constantly reminded of you." He shuddered.

"Haha." Minho punched him. "Promise?"

"How old are we?" Chan raised a brow.

Minho looked serious.

Chan sighed. "I promise."

Yet... he couldn't keep that promise. Not while you were so busy being you.

You pulled into your parents' driveway. You had just finished your sophmore year of college, you checked your phone and messaged Minho saying you were home and to open the door.

You waited for a few minutes, scrolling on instagram before checking to see if Minho had read your message. It was still on delivered..

You sighed and called his phone. It rang and rang, but he didn't answer. "MINHO!" You made a face and finally decided to check your brother's location.

He was an hour away. At the mall.

You were about to call him again when he called you first.

"Oh, you're home already?" he asked, munching on something.

"Yes." You exhaled. "Why aren't you here to let me in?!"

"HEY HEY HEY!" He said, "Someone is there."

"Who?" You fianlly got out of your car and grabbed your bag from the trunk, dragging it to the front door.

"Chan."

You made a face and rang the doorbell. "Yada yada."

"Hey, respect me. I'm older than you!" Minho huffed.

"Ah hush." You rang the bell again. "Is that weirdo friend of yours even here-"

The door opened and you looked at the man standing there, his hair was unruly and he looked like he just woke up. You looked him up and down for a moment- he looked different, older, more muscular, the tank top wasn't helping much, you could see the outline of his pecs. "Chan?"

"AH I told you he'd open the door-" Minho started but you hung up the phone.

The muscular man crossed his arms. "Do I know you?"

"Uh- I live here?" Your brows furrowed.

"The only women I know live here is Minho's mother and a silly 11th grader I haven't seen in years." Chan sighed, "Minho doesn't take squatters. He already has 3."

"Bang Christopher Chan." Your eyes narrowed. "Did you just call my babies SQUATTERS????"

Chan's mouth fell open. "Y/n-"

"I'm telling Minho!" You pushed into the house and Chan trailed behind you.

"Let me carry that bag for you-"

"No, no, no!" You swatted his hand away. "You think my babies are squatters." You huffed and ran to your elder brother's cat, Soonie, that happened to be looking around the corner.

Chan rolled his eyes and you picked it up and started baby talking to it. "It's a cat-"

"You speak fluent baby to Berry. Don't judge me." You walked with the cat up the stairs to your room.

Chan sighed deeply.

"Chan, bring my bag upstairs thanks." You smiled sweetly and skipped back up the stairs with the cat.

Chan tongued the inside of his mouth a bit annoyed, you hadn't changed one bit. You just looked more mature. More like a woman, the curve of your waist more defined to your hips, you seemed prettier, your- … What are you thinking...

Chan pursed his lips and grabbed your bag, taking it up stairs.

He watched as you entered your room.

"Did Minho touch any of my stuff?" You asked looking around.

"Not that I know of." Chan hummed setting the bag on the bed.

You turned and gasped. "MY GUDETAMA PLUSH IS GONE!"

Chan tilted his head. "Your what?"

You fumed. "MY EGG PLUSHIE!"

Chan's face fell. "The one that was over there-" He pointed to your desk.

Your eyes narrowed. "Bang Christopher Chan. Where is my egg-"

"HERE!" Minho shouted, sliding into your room, holding up a Gudetama plushie.

You looked at your older brother. "Minho. It's not even the same plushie."

Minho opened his mouth then closed it.

"MIN!"

"AHHH JISUNG DROPPED IT IN PAINT!"

"WHAT WERE YOU EVEN DOING IN MY ROOM??!?!"

"It was Changbin's idea!"

"OHH!! LEE MINHO! GET OUT!" You fumed.

Chan and Minho scurried away before Minho burst out laughing as he got to the bottom of the steps. Chan rolled his eyes and laughed.

"I'll give her the money to replace it later." Minho sighed, "Tryna get some drinks? Jisung is paying."

Chan nodded, grabbing his phone from the table and staring at your cat Dori. The brown, grey striped cat tilted its head at Chan and the man pet it gently. "Tell Y/N I'm sorry yeah?"

The cat purred and Chan smiled before following Minho out.

Chan finished off his alcohol and turned to Hyunjin, "Hyunjinnie."

The long, dark haired man looked at him, "Huh?"

"That egg thing Jisung covered in paint."

"What about it?" Hyunjin asked, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

"What was it called?"

Jisung looked up from his food. "Gudetama?"

"Yeah that." Chan hummed. "Where do I get one that looks like it? Exact replica.."

Hyunjin shrugged. "Google it."

Chan huffed, and started searching.

Minho looked at him, "Why are you wondering?"

Chan pursed his lips. "We did mess it up."

Minho grabbed Chan's phone. "Chan." His face was expression was blank.

"Minho, I'm just trying to replace it." Chan grabbed his phone back and sighed.

Hyunjin gave Minho a look and kept eating.

Minho didn't say anything to Chan until everyone was going home only saying "see ya."

It was over a week later you came home with your friend Sua to hang out and when you opened your bedroom door you smiled at the sight of the a new Gudetama plushie. The CORRECT one.

"Where did that come from?" Sua asked as she sat on your bed, grabbing your Cinnamoroll and hugging it.

"Minho probably got it." You grabbed the egg and admired it except as you brought it to your face and inhaled, past the scent of the store... you smelled the cologne it smelled like... You pulled Gudetama away from your face and stared at it for a long moment.

"What?" Sua asked.

"Nothing..." You murmured.

Sua took the Gudetama from you and inspected it. "It's definitely new.. it smells like the store but..." She smelled it again. "Who's cologne is that?"

You rolled your eyes and grabbed it back, hugging it. "Doesn't matter.." But as you thought about the way he'd looked at you when he opened the door, the way his muscles seemed to strain against his shirt as he crossed his arms... You shook your head. So what if he had grown up a little bit. So had Minho's other friends, it didn't matter.

Yet recognizing the faint scent that lingered on the plushie, the faint scent you'd picked up from him as you pushed past him, you hugged the plushie just a little bit tighter.

Chan spun in the spinning chair in the library. He looked up at the ceiling, brain racing with so many thoughts. Had you seen it? Had you liked it?

"Chan." Hyunjin flicked his forehead. "Did I write my part good?"

"Uh huh." Chan said dismissively.

"You seem lost in thought..." Jeongin said, rolling over in his chair. "Something on your mind?"

Someone.. "No, nothing." Chan shrugged.

Jeongin's eyes narrowed, "I think..."

Chan looked at him. "Wha-"

Jeongin grabbed Chan's laptop and ran off with it, "THE SECRETS ARE HERE!" He shouted, "PROTECT ME HYUNG!"

Hyunjin tried his best to hold Chan in his chair but the latter easily sprang away and sprinted after Jeongin.

"INNIE RUN AWAY!" Hyunjin squealed.

As Chan was about to pounce on the younger man, the library assistant, a young woman with dark hair and brown eyes with a small mole on her cheek, cleared her throat. As Chan got a better look he realized the woman was your friend, Sua.

"Please be quiet." She rolled her eyes before walking into the small room and pushing the chairs back into place, she sniffed slightly, as if sick and Hyunjin offered her a tissue which she gratefully accepted before leaving the room.

Chan grabbed his computer from Jeongin and sat back in his spinning chair. "There is no secret."

The younger men looked at each other, "Sure," Hyunjin said, "Totally," Jeongin huffed.

As Sua walked away she smiled to herself and looked back. So that's who got Gudetama...

You were out with Sua at the mall, "Y/N." She smiled, "This would look so good on you." She pushed a very short skirt into your hands.

"Are we going to a strip club??" You stared at your friend in shock. "Min will kill me if I wear this."

She nudged you, "You can't stay so single and innocent forever." Sua's eyebrows bounced comically. "But then again.." She pulled the skirt to herself. "Do you think Seungmin would like me in this?"

You rolled your eyes. "If Seungmin noticed you."

She shoved you. "MEANIE!"

You giggled and kept looking for clothes.

"Ok..." She sighed.

You turned to the jewelry area and left Sua looking at bottoms alone. As you looked at the earrings and necklaces and bracelets, a pair of earrings caught your attention, it was simple, small silver half hoop earrings. You moved down the glass to get a better look and as you rested your hand on the glass display, a hand brushed yours. You looked at the hand for a brief moment before seeing the veiny arm, your stomach flipped.

You looked at the man, he looked at you, brow raised.

"Sorry." You pulled away.

"It was my fault." The man laughed. "I was just looking at those earrings." he pointed to the earrings you had your eyes on.

"Oh-" You smiled slightly, "I was looking at those too."

His eyes widened slightly, "You probably saw them first-"

"No it's fine." You were about to move away.

"It's fine really." the man waved over the store clerk. "How much for these?"

Your brows furrowed. "I-"

"550,000 sir." The clerk said.

The man slid his card across the table and smiled at you. "It's the least I can do, I think I made you uncomfortable."

You opened your mouth then closed it. What was this guy doing..

"I'm Minseok." He put his hand out to shake yours.

You smiled sheepishly. "Y/N, and really you don't have to get me these-"

The store clerk came back with a key and opened the glass display, closing the earrings box and putting it in a bag. The clerk handed the bag to Minseok with his receipt and card.

"I insist."Minseok handed you the bag.

"Y/N, did you find someth-" Sua came over, carrying a lot of bags and looked at you then Minseok and back at you, a devious grin spread across her lips and you wanted to hide.

Minseok wrote something on the back of his receipt before handing it to you. "Call me?" He smiled and walked out of the store.

"WHO WAS THAT FINE GLASS OF WINE????" Sua grabbed you, "What did he give you?" She grabbed the bag and smiled at the earrings, "Oh my, a man of taste! What's his name-"

"SUA!" you grabbed your friend's face. "Stop rambling. He bumped into me."

"And bought you earrings for 550,000 won as an apology?"

You sucked in a breath.

"He was definitely into you." She smiled dreamily. "If only I could find Seungmin in such a way."

You rolled your eyes. "Let's go."

But you had ended up shooting Minseok a text... why not?

Chan came over with the guys to celebrate Minho getting a promotion. "Ah, look at the best dance instructor this city has ever seen." Chan hugged him tightly as he entered the house.

Minho rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah."

"Congrats man." Jisung patted Minho on the back, "Now with the money you're making you can finally pay when we go out to eat."

Minho made a face.

"Stop annoying him," Jeongin smiled. "But really congrats."

Minho smiled, "Come on in guys," He led the men in and to the dining room, "Tada!"

The men smiled at the sight of the barbecue and they all began eating. Chan teased Minho most of the evening until, he heard steps on the stairs. He turned to look at the stairs and his heart skipped a beat.

You were coming down the steps with Sua, dressed up to go out, skirt that showed your perfect legs and a shirt that drew attention to your curves and cleavage.

You came to your older brother and gave him a quick hug, "Congrats Minho."

As you started to pull away he grabbed your hand. "Jacket?" He asked.

You held up your jacket.

"Phone?"

You held up your phone the yellow Gudetama case that Sua had bought you drew Chan's attention momentarily.

"Pepper spray?" Minho tilted his head.

You shook your purse a bit.

He smiled, "Have fun. Don't let a creep touch you."

"Yeah yeah." You followed Sua out.

"Where's she going?" Changbin asked, munching on his beef.

"Party." Minho shrugged.

"Bound to get attention dressed like that," Hyunjin sipped his soda, "Who's party?"

"Some guy from college apparently." Minho shrugged. "Sua's with her so she should be fine."

Chan's eyes narrowed, "Minho, you're letting her go to 'some guy's' party?"

Minho looked at him. "She'll call if something happens, besides she knows not to drink."

Chan sighed, "Alright."

The other men looked at them, but no one said anything.

After the little celebration Chan was driving home, it was almost 1 in the morning, he came to a red light in front of a bar and tapped his thumb on the wheel to the rhythm of the music. He glanced out at the bar and his brows furrowed. There was a girl who looked suspiciously like you, stumbling out.

Chan was about to ignore it when a man came out of the bar after the girl. He sighed, the cars at the cross section slowing down and just as he was about to drive he watched as the girl reached into her bag for something and pulled out a yellow case with lazy egg.

Chan pulled off to the side and got out of his car as the man grabbed your shoulder. You shoved him off in your drunk daze but he was persisting.

And right as he grabbed your wrist Chan grabbed his forearm. "Can't you see she doesn't like you?" Chan's eyes narrowed, "Get out of here before I beat the shit out of you."

The man stared at Chan for a moment. Chan gripped the man's arm tighter.

"Bitch." The man released you roughly and stormed off down the street.

"Chan-" You looked at him, about to speak.

"Get in the car." He said lowly.

You opened your mouth, then closed it as he tilted his had at you daring you to say something back. You walked to the car and he opened the door to let you, closing it a you entered before going to the driver's side and entering.

"Please don't tell Min." You said as he settled.

"Where's Sua?" Chan turned to you.

"She ran off with some guy.." You said quietly.

"Why didn't you leave then?"

"Who are you my dad?"

"Y/N."

You looked at your hands. "I didn't want to."

Chan hook hi head and tarted the car again, before pulling back onto the road, he was about to go back to your house as he scolded you when you suddenly covered your mouth.

Chan sucked in a breath. "Y/N no- Not in my car-" Chan pulled over by a tree and you jumped out of the car and ran to the tree.

He cringed as you vomited and stepped out of the car, carefully taking your hair into his hand and holding it out of the way until you were jut dry heaving.

"You good now?" He asked.

You nodded.

Chan got you back in the car and gave you water.

"Chan..." You said after taking a drink. "Don't tell Minho. Please."

"Ok, ok, I won't." He sighed.

"Don't wanna go home."

"You have to."

"CHANNIE!" You whined.

Chan turned so fast, his head could've spun off his shoulders. He blinked before turning back to the road. Chris. WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?

"If I go home, Minho will know I'm drunk and he'll tell our parents and I won't be allowed out again." You grabbed his arm. "Chan.."

Chan sucked in a breath. "Just this once."

You smiled and hugged his arm. Chan felt his face getting hot but kept driving back to his place.

Chan had really trusted you when you said you were fine, you vomited again, outside his apartment complex and this time it had gotten on your shirt. So when you had gotten into his apartment he forced you to the bathroom and gave you some of his clothes to wear.

You were lying on Chan's couch, half asleep while he got you food because you wouldn't stop asking.

Your phone rang.

Chan was about to grab it but he froze. What would Minho think...

You grabbed your phone and answered. "Hello... No... I'm at Sua's... Chan? No I haven't heard from him... No I didn't drink... No I didn't bring a guy with me to Sua's... Okay... Tell my babies I love them... Good night Min." You hung up the phone and looked at Chan. "All handled."

Chan turned to face you and his stomach did somersaults. You standing there in his shirt, his sweatpants, looking so...

You tilted your head. "Are you drunk too, Channie?" You hummed.

Chan shook his head. "Haha. Here eat."

You smiled and took the food, going back to the couch, munching. Chan closed himself in the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. He rubbed his hands over his face for a moment before tuning on the tap and splashing his face. "Christopher... It's Y/N." he told himself. "It's just Y/N.."

A knock on the bathroom door made Chan look up. He patted his face dry with the towel on the bar and opened the door.

You stood there, looking at him. "Are you okay?" You asked.

He nodded, "I'm just really tired."

"I'm sorry for bothering you." You muttered, "Thank you.."

Chan felt his heart flutter and he smiled gently. "It's okay. Sleep in my room 'kay? I'll take the couch."

"I can't.." You mumble.

Chan made a face, "Why?"

"I don't have Gudetama.."

Chan opened his mouth then closed it.

"It keeps me safe at night." You looked down and gripped the hem of your his shirt tightly in your hands.

What was Chan supposed to say... What could he say without sounding weird or mean..

"Stay with me?"

Chan broke out of his trance as he heard that. "What?"

"Stay with me.. Because I'm scared.. I won't tell Minho."

What could he have said....

"Alright."

You woke up, head pounding, in the softest bed you've ever been in, as you opened your eyes you winced as the sun entering through soft grey curtains assaulted your already pained brain. You felt a breath against your hair and were about to jump away when the scent hit you... You looked around momentarily, it must be really early.

It wouldn't hurt.. You relaxed against his chest and hugged the arm he had around your waist. He was warm. Infectiously so. You felt warm in more ways than one. You smiled contentedly and closed your eyes again. Minho didn't have to know.

When you woke up again you heard voices, you sat up and slowly got out of Chan's bed. Your head throbbed slightly but you ignored it out of curiosity, you poked your head out the door and listened.

"I'm screwed, Hyunjin..." Chan said softly.

"If you tell Minho I'm sure he won't be that mad." Hyunjin replied.

Mad why? Because Chan helped me?

"Hyunjin." Chan said, more firmly. "I promised."

"Chan, it's completely human to feel like tha-"

"Hyunjin-ah!" Chan said a bit loudly before quieting himself. "It's not that I feel like that, even when I'm not feeling like THAT, I feel like..." Chan sighed deeply.

You backed up into the room. Feel like what... You wondered before grabbing your phone and texting Sua to come pick you up with a change of clothes.

When you got in Sua's car you looked at her.

"Do I have a lot to tell you?" She said giddily.

"I don't want to hear about what you did last night-" You started.

"Not me you dummy! The guy you met at the mall."

You turned to face her completely. "What about him?"

"He followed me on instagram this morning, I think he was seriously into you. He wants you to call him so he can take you out." She raised her brows stupidly.

"I-" you closed your mouth and thought about it for a moment, what harm could there be in going on one date? "I'll give him a call later."

"Atta girl!" Sua squealed before turning on her car and pulling out of Chan's apartment complex, "But guess what?"

"What?" You raised a brow.

"I SAID GUESS!" She wined.

"Ok, ok..." You racked your brain for a moment. "You bought new shoes?"

As Sua came to an intersection she slowed to halt at the red light and smacked your arm. "No."

"OW!" You huffed. "Tell me."

"I got Seungmin's number!"

You blinked. "How?"

She smiled, "Well, as I was going home with that guy yesterday Seungmin happened to be around and saved me-"

"Didn't you ask that guy to go home with you thou-"

"HUSH I'm not done!" She huffed, turning back to the road as the light turned green. "And Seungmin saved me and told me not to go home with strangers and if I get drunk again with no ride, I should call him." She sighed dreamily before her expression snapped to one of confusion. "How did you end up in Chan's apartment?" Her eyes widened, "DID YOU GUYS-"

"NO!" You shrieked. "No, he kept his distance."

"And you slept alone? YOU?!"

You pursed your lips. "When I woke up he was in bed too bu-"

"BUTT NAKED?!"

"SUA! NO! WE WERE CLOTHED!" You felt your face getting hot.

"You were drunk, in a man's house and you didn't do anything?? Not even kiss?"

"No." You slapped your cheeks. "We didn't do anything."

"But.. did you want to?" She glanced at you before looking back at the road.

"No." You rolled your eyes. Then you remembered. How he'd looked at you in his apartment, like he wanted to pounce on you. "Bu-"

"Did he want to do something?" Sua drove into a café's parking lot.

"I..." Your face felt hotter as you remembered how Chan held you. "I don't know..."

That was all Sua needed to ramble about how Chan must be pining over you. And it was for that reason you didn't mention what you'd heard Chan telling Hyunjin that morning.

You'd called Minseok that evening, he insisted that you stay home and get past your hangover and that he could meet you another day. Though it wasn't intentional, you and Minseok spoke almost on the daily, before he asked you if you wanted to go out for lunch. You were about ready to go out when someone knocked on your bedroom door. You opened it and blinked at the sight of Chan.

He was looking at his phone for something. "Minho wanted to know when you'd be back so we could get dri-" He froze as he looked up at you.

"Chan?" You tilted your head slightly.

"Uh.. You look really pretty." He said.

You looked down and smiled slightly.

"Who are you even going to meet up with?"

You opened your mouth then closed it, no one knew about Minseok except Sua and Minho. "A guy."

Chan visibly stiffened. "Who?"

"I'll tell you about him later-" You tried to move past him but he blocked the doorway with his body.

"Where did you get those?" He pointed at your earrings.

My date.. "Sua." You lied.

He nodded. "Okay.."

You moved past him and managed to dodge your brother's inventory check as you skipped to the door. Right as the bell rang.

You opened it and smiled at Minseok. He smiled gently before his gaze flicked behind you.

You looked back at Chan and smiled.

Chan wanted to kill that guy. He didn't like him one bit, not the way he smiled or the way he took your hand to lead you out. Nothing. But more than that, Minseok always always looked at Chan as if he'd won something, as if Chan had lost the battle and the war he didn't even know had started. Two into your relationship and Minseok still had that look for Chan. Two months.

Minho had invited Minseok along with the guys for drinks. The entire night Minseok was giving Chan sideways looks. Until Minho asked, "How did you meet Y/N?"

"Oh," Minseok smiled fondly at his drink. "I bumped into her at the mall and I made her a bit uncomfortable with how awkward of an apology I gave so.. I bought her a pair of earrings and gave her my number. I didn't expect her to call back really... But fate is nice.."

Chan's brows furrowed. "What kind of earrings?"

"Silver ones-" Minseok started.

"Half hoops?" Chan pressed, gripping his bottle.

"Yeah." Minseok said, "Small, silver, half hoops."

Chan leaned back in his chair. You'd lied... You'd lied to him. For Minseok..

"Channie-hyung-" Jeongin reached for him.

Chan pushed back his chair and smiled at Minho, "I'm going to head back early," He waved at the other men and rested his gaze on Minseok for a brief moment.

"You're drunk, let me at least call you a cab-" Minho started.

"I want to walk."

"It's dar-"

"Goodnight guys." Chan turned and left them all at the table in confusion.

Hyunjin shot Seungmin a knowing look and kept drinking.

Chan wandered aimlessly for a while, lost in thought. He eventually found himself at a playground and sat down on a swing. As he swung back and forth, he thought about you and Minseok. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all..

He felt his eyes welling with tears. "What are you even crying about Chris?!" He groaned in frustration and wiped the tears from his eyes.

He cared too much, about you and Minho. He cared too much to see you with someone else. He cared so much that it hurt to care. Even as he took deep breaths to compose himself he couldn't stop the hot salty tears streaming down his cheeks.. But-

"Channie?"

He looked up at the sound of your voice. You stood there, in a sweater that definitely wasn't yours... It was probably Minseok's... and a pair of sweatpants.

"Why are you crying?" You sat in the swing next to him and stared at him.

If only you knew...

"I've just been thinking recently." He muttered.

"A penny for your thoughts?"

Chan stared at you for a long moment and then simply leaned over and rested his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder.

You stared blankly for a moment before relaxing and stroking his dark hair gently.

"Can I ask you something.." He muttered against your skin and you felt a chill go down your spine.

"Anything..." You breathed.

He pulled away and looked into your eyes. "Will you stop me?"

"From doing what?" You stared at him in confusion for a moment before he leaned into you, breath mingling with yours.

"This.." He muttered, plump lips grazing yours before they finally met your own in a gentle kiss. He pulled away for a moment, giving you the opportunity to shout at him, to slap him and ask if he was okay mentally.

But you didn't..

And he kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue prodding at your lips for entry. You clutched Chan's shirt as his tongue slid into your mouth, the taste of alcohol still on his lips, but you didn't pull away. Not when he kissed you like that, kissed you like he'd been meaning to for months... years even. You didn't pull away even as you felt the burn of your lungs begging for air. But he pulled awa, his eyes dark, pupils blown, clouding over with something you hadn't seen before.

You sat up in bed and slapped your flushed cheeks. What on earth were you thinking...

Chan noticed you were steering clear of him like the plague. You were going back to school soon so maybe that's why. He saw you when he and Jeongin came over to see Minho but even then you only waved at him at the door and kept about your business. Maybe he had done wrong kissing you like that.

You were leaving again. Bags all packed and ready to go back to your dorm.

"AH!" Changbin hugged ypu tightly. "You're leaving us again! Who will come to Changbin Salon if you go!"

You giggled. "I'll be back in a few months for Christmas guys. Don't worry about me-"

"Y/nnie." Minho sighed, smoothing out her clothes, "Just take care of yourself. Don't get drunk. Don't stay up late. Don't talk to weirdos-"

You hugged your brother and rolled your eyes. "Whatever."

Your parents started bickering with you about taking care of yourself.

You gave Minseok a kiss and he hugged you tightly, whispering something in your ear that made you giggle.

You finally looked at Chan and smiled.

Chan smiled too, eyes widening in shock slightly as you hugged him tightly. He relaxed and hugged you back. "Take care."

You nodded, "Bye!" You got into your car right as Changbin and Minho finished throwing your stuff into the trunk.

They all waved as you pulled out of the driveway, and you were gone again...

Chan stuck around for a bit longer chatting with Minho and your parents before deciding to go home. As Chan made his way to his car he stopped as he heard someone.

"Chan."

Chan turned and stared at Minseok. "Huh?"

"Do yourself a favor," Minseok pulled out his own car keys and unlocked his vehicle. "And stay away from Y/N. 'Kay?"

Chan raised a brow. "Is there a problem with me being around her?"

"A little bird told me, you just want to get your dick wet. So I suggest you find someone else." Minseok shrugged.

He stared at the other man for a long moment. "What if... I just want to take her from you?"

Minseok's eyes went wide.

Chan unlocked his car and got in before Minseok could say anything.

You'd been in school for a couple of months, sure, you called Minseok everyday, it didn't kill the feeling of him being so far away though.

You had gotten back from class and were doing your homework when you got a text from Minseok. You smiled slightly and picked up your phone to look at it. As you read his message you rolled your eyes and called him

He answered almost immediately. "AH! Baby. It feels like I haven't talked to you in forever."

You rolled your eyes and giggled. "We talked this morning."

"Exactly, forever." He joked.

You put the phone on speaker and set it down as you started getting your materials for studying. "When did you get so needy?"

"When did you get so distant?" he countered.

You laughed. "I'll be around soon."

"Take your time with your studies.. I don't want to mess up your brain right now."

You smiled. "It's fine really."

"I'm gonna be really busy soon."

"Oh?" You flipped through your textbook, taking notes. "With what?"

"Work stuff." he said dismissively.

"Don't overwork yourself."

"Says you."

You pursed your lips and sighed. "Minseok."

"AAH! Okay.. I have to go now, sleep early. Make sure you eat. AND DRINK WATER." He said.

"Okay. Good night baby."

"Good night y/nnie."

You hung up and leaned back in your chair thoughtfully. You should visit home soon..

The next following day you called Minseok after class he didn't answer. You shrugged it off and assumed he was busy with work as he said he would be.

You called Jisung and he ranted to you about how Minho was being annoying and how Seungmin was bouncing off the walls about Sua.

You smiled as you thought about how vividly she used to squeal about Seungmin. As you were about to go to sleep, your phone rang and you looked at the contact, smiling at your boyfriends ID before answering.

"Hey love, sorry I didn't answer. I got held up at work." he said.

"It's fine," You rolled onto your back and put the phone on speaker, yawning as you asked, "Anything happen at home?"

"You sound tired." he aid, "And no."

You hummed. "I am tired."

"Sleep. You have classes tomorrow."

"Fuck class. I'd rather stay up listening to you."

"When did you get so needy?" He teased.

You giggled.

As you listened to Minseok rant about work and other things you relaxed and fell asleep even though you said you wouldn't..

You didn't notice it at first, but almost a month later, you realized that Minseok never answered your calls; he always called you back, and always very late. You could try to blame it on his work, but something just didn't sit right with you. But you ignored the feeling. Planning to visit during your break in the fall and catch up with everyone.

What reason did you not have to trust Minseok?

When you called him the day before your trip he didn't answer. Which didn't surprise you at all. But you still felt a small pang as you looked at the box you'd purchased just a week earlier. What was surprising was that he didn't call you back.

Still you got in your car the next morning, and drove all the way back home.

Minho and your parents greeted you with bear hugs and kisses.

You went out with Minho later that day to go eat and after an intense game of rock paper scissors, you had to go to the front and order. As you made your order and Minho's you noticed Chan sitting at a table with a very pretty woman. You finished your orders and approached waving slightly at Chan.

He looked at you and smiled. "You're back in town already? How's school?"

You laughed. "I'm on break. School's fine." You noticed the way the girl stirred her drink with her straw. "Who's this?" You asked.

Chan looked at her then back at you. "Yeojin. She's a friend."

The girl gave you a small smile but you felt a bit tense. As if you were challenging her... "It's nice to meet you." She extended her hand out out you."

"Likewise." You smiled and took her hand gently shaking it before turning back to Chan, "I've gotta go, maybe we'll see each other around?"

He nodded. "It was nice seeing you." As you walked away you noticed how he spoke to Yeojin so passionately, taking her hands in his. Your heart panged. You should be happy... You should be happy he finally got over what he told Hyunjin that day... Yet it annoyed you. It made you so mad you wanted to scream. But you didn't. You ignored the feeling. You had Minseok. What more could you need?

"Have you heard from Minseok?" You asked your brother as he spun in the spinning chair by your desk.

"Not recently why?" He looked at you.

You shrugged, looking at your phone. You checked Minho's location and saw he was still at work. You'd wait for him to get to his apartment then you'd surprise him with your gift and everything would be good. "He's been stressing about work recently... I just wanted to make sure he's alright."

"Go see him then." Minho said, rolling his eyes.

"When he gets back from work." You smiled, looking at the box in your bag.

So almost two hours later, when you checked your phone and saw he was finally home. You took a cab to his apartment and eagerly, pushed the button at the elevator. You jumped a bit before calming yourself. It was just Minseok... your sweet, caring, affectionate, handsome man.

Yet as you got to his floor, as you approached his door something in you twisted. You felt wary for a reason you couldn't explain. Even as you typed the passcode for his lock and it beeped in affirmation, as you opened the door to his dark apartment, something in you still lurched in suspense. Like your body knew what was coming and your heart and mind couldn't accept it. Even as you rounded the corner of the hall and saw an extra pair of shoes by the entrance.

Heels..

You still walked through the living room and kitchen area. Right down to the other hall and to Minseok's bedroom door. Even as you heard them through the crack in the door you opened it.. and the tears that had been welling in your eyes since you walked into the dark apartment finally fell at the sight of Minseok, his dick buried in some other girl.

"Cho Minseok."

He sprang up, eyes wide like a deer in headlights as he finally took in your prescene.

You threw the box on the floor and whispered. "You asshole."

"Y/n!" You ran to the elevator and got in just in time to turn and see him running as the elevator closed, bedsheet wrapped around his waist as he called after you.

As the elevator went down your mind and heart finally caught up with the rest of your body and you fell to the cold floor and cried.

The last place Chan expected to see you, was bumbling down the street at night. Drunk.

Yet when he finally convinced you to get in his car he groaned and looked at you. "What on earth are you doing?"

You didn't answer, staring blankly out of the car window.

"I'll call Minseok to come get you-"

"Don't." You said quietly.

"Y/n." He sighed. "Minseok won't judge you for getting drunk, he probably won't tell Minho eithe-"

"Minseok is busy right now!" You snapped.

Chan stared at you. "Busy with what?"

"How is it your business?" You snapped. "You hate Minseok, I get it. but our relationship isn't your business."

"When are you going to stop him from running all over you, Y/N!?" Chan shouted.

You froze."Why do you care... go back to Yeojin."

Chan stared at you. "i have nothing with her..."

You took a few shaky breaths before you buried your face in your hands.

Chan took your hand and squeezed it gently whispering. "What happened?"

You looked at him, his coffee colored eyes so sincere. No judgement or ulterior motives, nothing but patience and empathy.

You leaned against him over the console. "He's with someone else."

"Since when?" He asked, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.

"I don't fucking know and I don't give a damn."

He hummed. "You wanna go home?"

"I don't want an earful from Minho." You said, closing your eyes.

Chan pulled away and started the car. The alcohol finally claimed your consciousness. You woke up a while later on Chan's bed, you sat up, still a bit tipsy. You stood from the bed and stumbled slightly as you walked. You saw Chan on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

"You left me alone again..." you said softly.

Chan looked at you. "I thought you'd be alright."

You stared at him.

"Come here.." he muttered.

You moved to him and sat beside him on the couch, leaning into hiss body heat.

You sat in silence for a few minutes, then your mouth ran faster than your brain could help and you asked. "Do you like me..."

Chan's body stiffened.

"Be honest.."

"Y/n."

"Tell me."

"Minho would be angry at me-"

"CHAN!" You snapped, pulling away from him. "No... I understand. No one really likes me because I'm jus-"

He cut you off, kissing you. Your eyes widened momentarily before you relaxed and kissed him back. Your already cloudy mind felt like it was covered by a drape of emotion you couldn't understand, taking all your air away, wrapping itself around you like an anaconda. It squeezed the very passion from your veins and pushed it all into that kiss.

Chan pulled away for air first and your eyes met as he finally whispered. "I don't like you. I love you."

You kissed him again as he leaned into you, pinning you to the couch. His lips moved from yours to your jaw and neck before he froze. Minho... He started to pull away. "Y/n we can't-"

You grabbed his face in your hands and whispered, tears brimming in your eyes, "Please..."

Chan couldn't tell in the rush of getting you from the couch into his room how he ended up beneath you. Staring up into your pretty eyes before you leaned down to kiss him, his tongue fought with yours as your hands lifted his shirt and ran over his chiseled abdomen. When you moaned softly into his mouth something in his snapped and he grabbed you. Flipping you both and pinning you to the bed, staring down at you.

You smiled up at him and he rolled his eyes before kissing you agan, his lips moving to attack your neck and collar bones before he pulled off your shirt. You whined and tugged at his before he pulled it over his head and tossed his somewhere. You reached up and caressed his stomach before he took your hand in his and your fingers intertwined as he pinned it to the bed.

"We shouldn't..." He mumbled against your lips.

"Want you to.." You whispered.

"Fuck.." he moaned softly against your lips and rubbed his crotch against your clothed heat.

You pulled your hands free and wrapped them around him, pulling him down to you. Your world seemed to blur and darken, your only focus the man above you. How he worshipped you, lips moving from your jaw to your throat, decorating your skin with love bites. Moving lower and pulling your pants down slowly.

It wasn't painful or rushed. He kissed you slowly, filling you to the brim and more, each thrust met with soft cry from you. His hands at your hip pulling you into each push of his pelvis against yours. He leaned down and kissed you, his body caging you in, you held onto him tightly, nails digging into his broad shoulders as he bucked into you again and again. Knocking the air from your lungs every time he fucked into you, pushing deep, deep.

Mesmerized by the sight of of your pussy engulfing his cock as you whimpered and mewled beneath him.

"Are you going to cum for me?" He mumbled in your ear. "Gonna milk me dry, sweet girl?"

Your back arched off the bed at that, Chan groaned and reached between you rubbing your sensitive clit.

"Cum for me princess." He breathed into your neck, pulling out slowly before stuffing his cock into you roughly again.

"Channie!" Your pussy clenched tightly around hiss manhood and he pulled out. Pumping his cock until his release shot onto your breasts and stomach.

He held himself over you. "Fuck..." He dragged himself up to get something to clean you but when he came his eyes went wide at the sight of your hands on your face the soft sound of your sobs reaching his earss. "Y/N- I shouldn't have. Did I hurt you? I'm sorry-"

"Not you." You said, taking a deep shaky breath.

"Then-"

You took your hands away from your face and smiled. "I love you Chan.."

He smiled gently and kissed your forehead before cleaning you and getting back into bed.

"Can I ask you a question?" You said in the quiet darkness.

"Huh?" He turned to you.

"Did you replace Gudetama?"

Chan smiled. "Was it so obvious?"

"It smelled like your cologne.."

"You paid attention to how I smelled?" he gasped in shock.

"Shut up." You smacked his chest and rolled your eyes despite your face going hot.

He smirked and kissed the top of your head. "I don't mind."

You rolled your eyes but moved closer, relaxing into his warm embrace before falling asleep.

Chan hugged you to his chest, staring up at the ceiling as he caressed your hair. He heard something buzz and looked at your phone on his bedside table. He took in your peacefully sleeping face and smiled about to ignore it. Then it rang.

He moved away from you slowly and reached over you grabbing the jingling device. Minseok's face flashed across your screen. Chan made a face and answered, pulling the covers over your bare body before bringing the phone to his ear.

"Y/N! I'm so glad you finally answered! Baby it's not what you thought! I don't even know her real-"

"Y/n is busy," Chan said, looking at you sleeping.

"Chan?" Minseok asked, confused. "Pass her the phone."

"She's exhausted," Chan said, "and it's because of you. I doubt she'll call you back, so please don't call my girl's number again."

"YOUR GIRL??" He shouted on the other end of the line. "BANG CHAN! THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

Chan smiled to himself as he said. "Going to sleep with my girlfriend." He got back into bed and smiled at your sleeping face. "Good bye Minseok."

"Oh, Chan I swear-"

Chan hung up and pulled you close to him again.

"What was that about?" You asked half asleep.

"Nothing." Chan kissed your forehead. "Go to sleep."

Chan drove you home the next morning. You were still a bit sad, but as you unlocked the front door your eyes widened at the sight of a disheveled looking Minseok sitting in your kitchen with your elder brother. Chan followed close behind you, his eyes narrowing when he saw the men.

"Y/N!" Minseok jumped from his seat and ran to you.

"Don't touch me!" You shouted as he tried to hug you.

Minho turned to you and Chan. "Minseok told me everything."

"Then why would you let him in-" You started.

"Bang Chan." Minho said quietly. "Get out."

"Minho-" Chan started.

"Get out!" your brother shouted.

"Y/n baby what happened?" Minseok touched your face and you slapped him away.

"What did you tell him?!" You pointed a finger at Minseok.

"What there was to be said." He grabbed your hands and you pulled away.

"Minho. I know what you're thinking-" Chan tried to calm your brother who was standing up now.

"Oh you do?!" Minho said, clearly getting aggravated by Chan's prescence.

"Listen to me-" Chan said, putting his hands up as MInho approached.

But he was cut off by punch to the face that made your eyes widen.

"Bro-" You tried to grab Minho but Minseok grabbed your hand.

"Let's talk about this-" He said before you slapped him hard.

"I told you to stay away from my sister." Minho said, walking up to Chan as he took several steps back.

"Minho let me explain!" Chan said, trying to stay out of his friend's range.

"There's nothing to explain!" Your brother shouted.

"Bro please!" Chan tried.

"Minho!" You grabbed your brother's arm.

He whipped around to face you. "You can't seriously defend him! Y/N!"

"Maybe I am!" You shouted, you walked between Chan and Minho. "No.. I am defending him. He didn't do anything wrong."

Your brother stared at you before looking at Chan and muttering. "Leave."

"Minho." You said softly.

Chan bit his lip before grabbing Minseok and dragging him out with him.

"Why would you do that?!" You shouted as Chan slammed the door behind him.

"Chan wouldn't care about you! IF you knew LIKE I DO you'd understand!" Minho yelled back.

"I don't know him like you do! BUt you should've let him explain!"

"What was there to explain?! He dragged you to bed when you were drunk-"

"DO YOU KNOW WHY?!" You cut him off. "MINSEOK IS AN ASSHOLE! Minseok cheated on me! Chan didn't want to go that far. I asked him to! I like Chan A LOT! Whatever rule or whatever shit you have that keeps me from being with him needs to stop..." You trailed off. "Because you might lose me too."

Your brother stood there in shock as you ran up the stairs.

It was a week later when Chan was out with Jisung, Hyunjin, and Changbin.

"Just tell Minho you're sorry." Changbin said sipping his cola as the three waited for their food.

"He wouldn't even let me talk." Chan groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"Tragic really." Jisung sighed.

Chan and Changbin looked at their friend with blank expressions as if to say be fricking for real.

Jisung sipped his drink. "I think you should just wait a bit. You know? I doubt Minho will stay mad forever, he's your good friend..."

Chan nodded. "I should just apologize whenever he calms down."

"If he doesn't just walk away from the toxic controlling friend." Hyunjin shook his head.

"Apologize now then."

Hyunjin jumped in fear at Minho's voice. "HYUNG!"

Minho looked at Hyunjin. "You'll eat tissues later."

Chan stared at Minho. "How did you even know I was here?"

Jisung looked completely invested in the bubbles floating in his soda suddenly.

Minho laughed and Chan sighed before standing. "Minho I-"

"I'm sorry for punching you." Minho said, "I'm sorry for accusing you of... things... and I'm sorry for making you stay away from Y/N..."

Chan smiled at his friend. "It's alright, I mean I didn't say I liked her before you threw that ban on me suddenly.. I'm sorry too."

The men smiled at each other.

"Hug it out! Hug it out Hug it out! Hug it-" Hyunjin started only to shrink away in fear as Minho grabbed a bunch of napkins from the dispenser on the table.

You laughed and Chan turned to you. "You're here.."

"Someone had to stop Min if he ended up attacking someone." You smiled.

"THEN HELP ME!" Hyunjin started only to get a mouthful of tissues.

You giggled and smiled at Chan as MInho gave him a look.

"May I kiss you princes?" Chan smirked, leaning into you.

MInho acted like he was going to vomit. And Jisung dramatically passed out.

"You may."

Chan pressed his lip against yours.

"ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH!" MInho said rolling his eyes. "You should compensate me for the mental and emotional distress I went through, I say buy me pizza!"

© 2024 xxkissesforchanniexx. DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK

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@asahisimpnation, @juskz

[brucewaynehater101]

Oh I was absolutely going with them Jason Finds Out During TT route. I think it would be especially funny if he's heard horror stories from Rouges and his own Henchmen that Robin The Third is some kind of demon that Batman summoned on accident. There are some rumors about how the demon feeds off of grief or anger or vengeance because it's illusions of being g a human are stronger when the Bat is there so *clearly* it is taking its power *from* the Bat. Others say that Nightwing summoned it so that it would keep Bruce on a leash without the first Robin having to come back. Some say it was some person in Gothem who did it or that it was the combined form of the many curses on the city.

All Jason knows is that when his replacement turned around, it's head luled to the side just an inch or two, like a puppet on strings that had to much slack on that one string. Jason manages to shoot one of its arms but instead of a spray of blood, it is broken shards of porcelain and sand. His hits feel like he's punching a solid wall but some do leave visible cracks in Tim. This Thing in a Robin Costume could not ever be human. He knows because when he left, he took a handful of sand in a vile to see if he could figure out what it is. Jason still has that vile to this day, the only proof he has that Tim isn't a human. Sometimes he will set it on a flat surface and watch the sand in it make it slowly roll towards whatever direction Tim is in.

As for how he heals, that's to the magic that animates him, all Tim needs to do is hold his pieces together like a jigsaw puzzle and after a few moments the piece he's holding will weld itself back into place. Also his sand will slowly come back to him, attracted like a magnet and he can tell where all his sand in instinctually. He let's Jason keep the vial of it as it's basically an unhacklable Jason Tracker. The sand isn't fast at moving towards him, roughly about the pace of a snail or sloth. It's certainly moving but just getting from downtown to the Batcave could take his sand a week. Also the pull isn't super strong, gaining about as much force as a particularly stubborn ant.

Ras took half a pound of Tim's sand instead of his spleen and Tim would very much like his sand back.

As for Cass knowing, she 100% does. Tim has shown her his true gorm and when she asked why he didn't show the others, Tim replied, "they wouldn't understand. They would worry over things that aren't problems and try to fix things I already fixed and end up breaking those things."

Eventually the Bats must find out though, and when Dick asks if that means they need to do special things to keep Tim from dying to Magic Users, Tim laughs and laughs like Dick has told the funniest joke in the world. When he calms down, he asks a question of his own, "Dick. How could I possibly die if I have never been alive in the first place? I am simply an object enchanted to move and speak. I am no more alive that the AI Babs uses to scan the internet for pictures of us. I am no more alive than a character in a video game. At most, at *most* I can be compared to some of Ivy's plants that she uses to attack us. I can not be killed for I have never been alive. Broken, yes, but that I can fix. I simply have to be put back together like a jigsaw puzzle."

Oof. Poor Dick is going to have to figure out how to feel about that statement. Tim not being alive at all and comparing himself to a video game or AI might fuck with Dick's sense of self, sentience, etc. I would love to see how they all logic, cope, and understand identity after this.

I do love the idea that the sand tries to make its way back to Tim, but he knows where it is at all times. Jason has an estimated location of Tim (N, S, E, W), but Tim has like coordinates.

I wonder if Cass would try dancing with Tim. Since his movements are different, perhaps she would enjoy learning to dance in a way that's similar to how he moves? It could be eerie and fun for her.

I'm curious how Ra's would feel about Tim and his sand in this. Why did he keep the sand? Does it look distinct from other sand? Was it just cause it was part of Tim and Ra's thought he might be able to use it? Also, does he attempt that shit he did with his Nyssa since Tim probably can't reproduce?

[endemise]

long ramble, progress update, & potential release timeframe below:

hii! i got a lot of coding done and i think im finally satisfied with how the game looks (for now…)

here are some screenshots of what some of it will look like on mobile!

the friendship and romance levels shown in the relationship menu are just random as is the blurb for Aesop’s thoughts, they’re just for the example! (also characters thoughts are hidden by default, you click to reveal, then hide, them)

the stat bars were giving me hell but i finally figured them out with the the help of some forums and tumblr posts

i liked how in when twilight strikes by evertidings, the menu buttons (i.e. profile, stats, relationships) are listed at the top of the page so i took inspiration from that! and the many IFs that have a splash (?) screen at the beginning with the title

compared to when i started using twine (i think august 2023 was the first time i gave it a try), i’ve learned so much and there’s still so much to learn as well, i think coding has become my favorite part (making things looks pretty hehe)(with the help of amazing templates & ppl smarter than me, they do the heavy lifting fr)

with all the coding done (appearance wise) it’s lock in time for the revised prologue and chapter 1

the prologue has undergone a fair bit of change with the help of feedback & i’ve (hopefully) better established the setting and story.

some things that have changed besides wording and sentence structure, etc.: being able to choose what you did as a job (ex. working at the family inn) and meeting a new character (more like an old friend?)(no spoilers:))

some things i’ve been considering (SLIGHT SPOILER FOR CH.1 MAYBE): merging the revised prologue and chapter 1 into just the prologue bc chapter 1 differs a bit from the other chapters, but then the prologue would maybe be too strange timeframe wise? it’s a time skip after the events of the prologue (is that considered a spoiler, i don’t think so but???) that connects to the next chapters so maybe it’d just be better as its own chapter? or dropping the revised prologue by itself along with the updated ui/appearance then chapter 1 sometime after, or dropping the revised prologue and chapter 1 together, idk these are all just ideas i’ve been thinking about maybe i’ll do a poll

if you have anything you’d like to see, for example a specific job your MC worked, certain personality traits, or something like that, feel free to let me know & i’ll take them into consideration! i think now is the best time to add things bc it’s early development days & it’ll be easier to do so now than later

i’ve also decided to lean a little more into the supernatural aspect which i’m excited for (one specific thing really, i can’t wait to get to it🤭) the story’s world itself is fairly grounded in reality (as in the supernatural is unknown to most) but i’m looking forward to exploring it more

what you’re probably reading this for: depending on how i end up going about the prologue-chapter 1 merge decision & whether anything is added from requests/feedback, i’m aiming for a june release, july at the latest (fingers crossed). now that the appearance and function coding is complete (besides stat/choice tracking & other story related things), finishing the writing and coding it in is all that’s left

my schedule has done a 180 & some things are less than ideal at moment but it should all (hopefully) go smoothly from here! should anything change, i’ll let you all know

anyways, that’s all i have to say for now! ty for being patient & for reading this mess, i appreciate you all :)

[strawchocoberry]

DO YOU LIKE THE WAY I FLICK MY TONGUE OR NAH?

CAMGIRL SERIES PART 1

୨୧ featuring: karasu tabito x fem reader

ଘ cw: smut, nipple play, fingering, handjob, rough sex, thigh fuck, voice kink, clit stimulation, praise kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breeding kink, creampie

୨୧ synopsis: a night out leads to him unexpectedly having sex with his favourite camgirl

ଘ wc: 1.8k

After the constant nagging of Oliver and Otoya, Karasu decides to join them in their little night out. He isn’t the least bit of surprised when three girls join them. He knows his friends all too well. He already knows how the night will end; with his friends spending the night with the girls, maybe repeating it a few times until they break their hearts. Well, he can discreetly warn the ladies to spare them the heartbreak.

But he’s too busy standing there like a dense pole. He blinks several times, thinking that his eyes must be deceiving him. There’s no way you’re actually there, a metre away, talking with his friends and giggling. Karasu might have just met the other girls and you, but he knows you. You’re quite the famous camgirl on a certain site and he may or may not have spent both time and money in you more times than he’ll ever admit.

Suddenly the night takes a turn he couldn’t have predicted even in his wildest dreams. And let’s be honest. You and your friends agreed to this night out with his friends for one reason. They don’t know it, but Oliver and Otoya have made one of his wildest dreams come true. He will definitely take them out for drinks another time. But for now, he’s going to focus on you and how to end up tangled with you till the morning.

You’re in a similar situation. Your friends begged you to accompany them because you have been cooped up in your room too much lately; their words, not yours. Of course you had. Aside from everyday tasks, you either played games on your computer or streamed. Sometimes you were so bored, you streamed more than once at the same day. Your fans were delighted to see you so often, as shown by their ever so generous tips.

You knew from the moment your friends started pestering you about tonight that they had found some handsome dudes they’d like to fuck. The only reason you agreed to come along was to get some fresh air, maybe end up having sex as well, because why not? If not, you’ll just return home in about three hours and do a late night stream as you use to.

The two men, Oliver and Otoya, for which your friends are already dripping, don’t quite pique your interest. Their friend, Karasu, on the other hand, is an entirely different story. You’ve noticed him checking you out for some time now. He’s basically eating you out with his eyes and goddamn, it’s so hot, you want to grab him and maybe fuck him right on the spot. Somehow you manage not to do that.

The night is going great. The guys talk about how they’re all in this football training program called Blue Lock and how tough it is. Yet the only thing you can think about is how Karasu will look naked. As an athlete, he’s sure to have a great physique, right?

As the time goes by, the group splits in three. Your friends are basically all over Oliver and Otoya, leaving you alone with the man you’re most interested about. You’ve noticed it all night, how Karasu keeps the conversation going around topics of your interest. You don’t dwell much on it though, dispersing it as mere coincidence.

One thing leads to another and now you’re kissing as you pull him into your room; the one you use during your streams; the one Karasu has fantasised about fucking you in countless times. He’s often wished to be able to jump through his screen and into your room and now that he’s here, he feels ever hungrier for you, as he pulls you into him, your body flush against his.

“Wait, I need to do something,” you breathe, breaking the kiss.

You retrieve your phone from your bag and enter the streaming site. You quickly tap the following message to your followers: Hi, everyone! Unfortunately, I won’t be able to stream tonight due to an unexpected event xoxo. See you soon!

The moment you post it, you hear the notification from Karasu’s phone. He retrieves it and smirks. “I suppose I’m really important for you to cancel your stream.” He leans to your lips and kisses you.

“I knew you were fan of mine,” you say, as he lies you on your bed, hovering over you. “You were too obvious, you know. Too… desperate.”

“Was I now?” he echoes. “Well then,” — he leans to your ear — “I’ll make sure to show you just how desperate I am.”

He doesn’t give you time to register his words, before yanking the upper part of your dress down, along with your bra, exposing your breasts. He fondles them in his large palms, squeezing them and running his thumbs over your nipples. His lips wrap around one nipple, sucking and biting it, eliciting those sweet moans he’s never tired to hear. His tongue flicks and twirls around the sensitive bud, him smirking at it hardening underneath his touch.

His other hand travels down, sliding under the skirt of your dress and cupping your clothed pussy. Karasu cannot help but smirk, feeling how wet you are. “You’re so wet for me, darling,” he coos, licking up the skin of your neck. His fingers slide your panties to the side, before rubbing on your bare folds. You gasp as his long digits dive into your cunt. He thrusts them in just as he’s seen you do it to yourself, but the sensation is entirely different with how much bigger his fingers are compared to yours. He curls them up, hitting again and again your g spot and you’re clinging on to him, as he abuses your nipples.

Your hand strokes his clothed hardened cock, feeling its length through its confines. You fumble with freeing it from his trousers, your mouth practically drooling at the sight of his dick. You stroke him with your hand, smearing his precum all over his tip. His groans turn you on even more, urging you to keep up your work, tightening slightly your grip around him to Karasu’s delight.

His fingers pick up their pace, the squelching sounds of your dripping pussy echoing in the room. You’re so close to orgasm, your walls clenching around his digits. But just before you cum, Karasu removes his fingers, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean of your slick, getting a taste of you. You’re too distracted by that to pay attention to your throbbing core that demands release.

He smirks and leans down to kiss your lips. He doesn’t just kiss you. His tongue penetrates your mouth, subjugating yours to his will. Karasu breaks the kiss for a moment to remove his shirt, revealing his toned abs and muscles. Taking his cock in his palm, he strokes it and rubs the crown up and down your folds. As you’re about to ask him — beg him — to put it in, he thrusts inside in one vicious thrust, bottoming out with a guttural moan. If he were big in your hand, he definitely is big when inside the cunt he’s dreamed of fucking for too damn long.

Karasu lifts your legs to his shoulders, wrapping his arms around your thighs, as he starts pounding into you. He tried his best to go slow, but the way your pussy throbs around him has him losing control. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathes; more than in his dreams and fantasies. You’re gripping the sheets, your tits bouncing with each thrust of his. Your lips are parted, moaning and whimpering, your voice driving him mad.

“Bet you’ve never been fucked by a fan,” he groans.

“Fuck… no,” you reply, your eyes closing and your head sinking into the pillow. You squeal as he leans forward, the angle and position giving him access to parts he hasn’t touched yet.

“I’ll fuck you so good, you’re going to think of me every time you go live,” he promises.

You cum at that moment, moaning his name. Karasu smirks as he watches you reach your peak, cumming all over his cock as he wanted. He doesn’t stop though. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, a white ring forming around his thrusting cock. His thumb torments your clit, making you almost black out from the pleasure.

He feels himself nearing his release as well, his balls tightening. You notice how he’s slowly pulling himself out and wrap yourself around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You lean to his ear and whisper the words that are his damnation; “Come inside me, please.”

Instinctively responding to your words, Karasu sheaths himself inside you, filling you up with his hot seed, just like you asked him to. You pepper his neck with kisses as he holds himself above you, breathing harshly, bathing in this moment. Taking advantage of him getting lost in a momentary trance, you flip yourselves over, sitting on top of him with his cock still inside your pulsing walls.

“Bet you’ve never been fucked by a camgirl,” you throw his words back at him. Planting your palms on his stomach, you start bouncing on his cock, holding back your moans. “I’ll make this the most unforgettable night for my fan,” you promise him.

“I’m honoured.” His hands rest on your thighs, fingers digging into your flesh. Even if he wanted to, Karasu wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you. He pushes himself off the mattress and wraps his arms around you, as you ride him as you please, whimpering at how deep his cock reaches inside you. You gasp when he starts thrusting up, your moans getting louder and louder as you’re slowly going dumb on his cock.

The next wave of your orgasm doesn’t long to come crushing down on you. Your soft body moulds into his hard muscles, as you slump in his arms. “Out of stamina already?” Karasu mocks you.

“I’m not a stamina beast like a football player fan of mine,” you retort.

“That’s fine and all,” he says, leaning to your ear. His voice is low and dark. “But I didn’t come.”

Fuck, his voice is so hot, your pussy clenches around him. You’re sure he’s going to start thrusting again, when he pulls out. “Grab the headboard,” he orders, smacking your arse.

“Can you wait a bit?” you ask him, despite doing as he ordered. “I’m a bit sore…”

“Thought ya were going to make this the most unforgettable night of my life,” Karasu teases, positioning himself behind you. He presses your thighs together, holding them in place in his tight grip, and starts thrusting his cock between them, rubbing against your dripping cunt. “Fuck,” he groans.

He fucks your thighs roughly and you can’t help but mewl like a kitten. Feeling his orgasm ready to explode, Karasu thrusts back inside your pussy, emptying his balls inside your velvet walls that throb ever so needily around him. He pulls your hair, making your body collapse on his chest and looks down at you with a smirk. “Hope you enjoyed your break time, because I’m not done yet.”

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[amorisastrum]

What if the Knox and Chris sub-plot had meaning?

WAIT NO GUYS IM SORRY PLEASE HEAR ME OUT I BEG PLE-

Okay I'm starting this post off by restating my downright hatred for Knox. I do not like his character, what he did was wrong, it's creepy and fucking disgusting. I will however like to talk about how his relationship with Chris could have potentially added to the story.

We all know (at least I hope) that practically everything in this film has meaning. I had spent ages wondering why they thought it was a good idea to include this frankly ridiculous sub plot to the story. And then I thought about it. Like really thought about it. I don't exactly remember what I was doing when I thought about it, but I do know that I had DPS playing in the background. (I initially thought about this on April 7th. It is May 29th when I am typing this up.)

So, here are all my reasons as to why I think they added the Knox and Chris sub-plot!

My first point is about this scene:

I believe that this line could be a form of foreshadowing. Yes, it is Knox being a dramatic and insufferable prick but it also feels like it could be more. Obviously it isn't Knox who dies in the end, but the idea of not being able to have something leading to suicide feels very important to the story.

Neil is unable to achieve a career in acting because of his father. As well as this, he is being taken away from his family. His real family. By not being able to have this thing that he so desperately wants, he feels like there is no other solution than death.

Knox says that if he can't have Chris he will kill himself, Neil has practically everything he loves stripped away from him- he cannot have it. So... He kills himself. There is a lot of foreshadowing in this film that hints to Neil's death at the end of the film and I do truly believe that this is a part of that foreshadowing.

My next point is that it is used as a form of contrast.

We see that Knox is extremely open about his attraction to Chris... In a multitude of ways, repeatedly throughout the film. Whether his actions that show his attraction are good or not is a different matter (Knox... God how I hate you.)

Arguably this is used as a juxtaposition. Knox (and Chris?) are relatively open about their attraction to one another- while Neil and Todd are very closed off about it. It is never explicitly stated that Neil and Todd like each other in that way, but through subtext it is heavily implied.

Why might this be? Well, considering the film is set in 1959, it could be because homosexuality simply wasn't legal at this point in time. Neil and Todd weren't allowed to be open about liking each other. Being open about it could put them in danger, they had no choice but to stay quiet.

However, as well as a contrast, it poses similarities between Knox and Chris and Neil and Todd. By setting up this contrast, it only brings to the surface some quite significant similarities.

Because let's be real.

How can THIS be a look of true love...

And THIS not be?

Or falling in love or admiring one's beauty or WHATEVER you want to call it. That's not the point. The point is, they're not that different.

You can see similarities between Knox's behaviour towards Chris and Todd's behaviour towards Neil (and vice versa). One of the main similarities is, well, how they look at one another. I personally don't see how the way Knox and Chris look at each other is true love but the way Todd and Neil look at one another is just... Them being roommates.

The juxtaposition between the two sets of people (I didn't know how else to say this) just doesn't seem accidental. The constant mention of Knox's feelings and love towards Chris just makes the way Neil and Todd interact more obviously... Romantic? Loving?

Their love is stated to allow the audience to see how similar they are to Todd and Neil, while still sticking to one of the key concepts of the film - conformity. Neil and Todd having to conform to societal standards, not being able to share their love for one another.

Knox's feelings for Chris are explicitly stated, repeatedly, because Todd's and Neil's can't. It makes it more noticeable. Neil and Todd's feelings can't really be stated due to the law. So they do it with Knox instead. The similarities can be seen throughout the film in how Knox treats Chris and how Neil and Todd treat one another.

Because again, how can Knox look at Chris like that and that show that he is in love, but Neil look at Todd like that and that just be... Them being friends?

The answer is, it can't. Not really.

Although Knox is a lot more explicit with his feelings towards Chris than the other two are with one another, the feelings they have are the same. Whether it is portrayed in the same way or not, it's love.

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-> Pairing: Nephilim!Yang Jeongin x Reader

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-> Synopsis: Y/N's suspicions about her boyfriend being more than just human are confirmed.

-> Warnings: Fallen Angel/human hybrid stuff. Mention of the bible. Poorly written near death experience.

-> Word Count: 671

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Y/N walks along the bench seat that’s placed beside the ledge of her apartment buildings roof, her arms stretched out from her sides to help her balance.   

Her boyfriend, Jeongin, watches her nervously. It isn’t like her to be so reckless. He’s moved closer to her, getting himself ready to catch her if her clumsy ass somehow falls. “Can you please get down and come back over to me?”  

“Scared I’m going to fall?” She teases. Y/N has her suspicions about her boyfriend not being fully human.   

Since they met a year ago and started dating not long after, strange things she finds hard to explain have happened. She had small cuts and bruises heal when he touched her. When she’s sick, his hugs cured whatever illness she has. He does things as if he is reading her mind and would disappear at the most random times. Not to mention the feathers that she would find on her balcony. After spending hours researching bird feathers and finding none matching the ones she found, she ends up searching a different species known to have feathery wings. She can’t remember why she started looking up angels but that’s where her search ended up. Everything she learned lead to more suspicions.   

“Yes!” he replies. “Your clumsier than a toddler.”   

She quickly turns to face him but proves his point when she stumbles and falls backwards over the ledge. She screams loudly as she starts to fall the 8 storeys. She closes her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the impact that would surely kill her.   

The impact never comes as a loud whooshing sound surrounds her. She feels the impact of someone catching her and lifting her back onto the roof but she’s too scared to open her eyes. Clinging to the body that’s holding her, she feels the familiar contours of her boyfriend’s body.   

Not knowing what she’s about to see, she hesitantly opens her eyes and the sight before her leaves her breathless. Standing, holding her Jeongin, looking ethereal, a yellow glow surrounds him, large black feathery wings that are almost double his size protrude from his back. His look of panic quickly turns to one of anger.   

“Never do that again,” his voice is thunderous and commanding as he stands her on the roof. All she can do is nod to let him know it’ll never happen again even if the falling part wasn’t intentional. He pulls her in for a tight hug. “I guess I have some explaining to do.”  

“You guess?” she asks pulling away enough to look up at him.  

“Let’s go back to your apartment and I will tell you everything you want to know,” he suggests.  

They make their way back down to her apartment, his wings disappearing as they walk through the door to go back inside.   

“What do you want to know?” he asks as they walk into her apartment.  

Y/N goes straight to the fridge to grab a couple bottles of water. “What are you?” she replies and hands him one of the bottles. “An angel.”  

They both sit down on the couch.   

“In a way,” he replies. “Have you heard of Nephilim?”   

“Like the ones in the bible?” she asks, remembering back the stories she learnt in Sunday School. “They’re said to be the offspring of fallen angels and humans.”  

“My mother was a guardian angel until she met my father,” he tells her. “She gave up being an angel for him.”  

“She must really love him,” Y/N says as she thinks about Jeongin’s parents and how they always seem to be so in love.  

Jeongin nods. “And he really loves her.”  

“So, you’re half angel?” she smiles. “That explains so much.”  

“How so?”  

She smiles lovingly at him. “Why you look so beautifully angelic and ethereal. It’s because you literally are.”  

“You can thank my mom for that.”  

She leans forward and places a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you, angel.”  

He rolls his eyes, smiling. “I love you, too.” 

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Hey bestie popping by with a random ask: what have been your favs so far from your old jbl project?

Hi! Thank you for the random ask.

I was actually just working on my monthly breakdown so I was trying to write just a couple of sentences about what I watched this month so this comes at a good time because this month I definitely saw one of my favs.

The Novelist. I don't know if I can coherently convey my thoughts about it but I'll give it a try. I think there were several factors that made me take so long to watch it. I never read full reviews about it, because although I don't mind spoilers in general, I also like to go into some shows as unbiased as possible. That was not easy. I basically went into it thinking it was depressing and it involved a lot of sex that I wasn't sure where it would land of the consent scale. I don't really remember where I got this idea tbh. Anyway.

Although after hearing people like you, @twig-tea and @bengiyo talk about it in different contexts I was less wary about it for sure. So I went into it with a more open mind, even with reservations. I mean I basically went through the lighter parts of the ojbl list first, so part of me was dreading the rest. I don't mind darker stories, or darker bl's. I have way darker ones coming up on the list. But I always feel like I need to be in the right frame of mind for them. Because I can get too emotionally invested and my moods tends to swing easily.

All this to say, I wasn't expecting a story about two lonely people 'using' each other to fight that loneliness. As I was just writing in my breakdown post, Kijima was such an interesting character to me. Because in the beginning I was just curious about him, like there was something odd about him, his demeanor. And when I realized that he was faking part of it and just using Kuzumi I hated him. So much. But, and I have to give major props to the actor, because in episode 4 when Kuzumi leaves and Kijima in on the table just listening to the record and crumpling the pages, I was gone. I fully saw him for the first time. That man is lonely and hopeless and I felt so much for him in that moment. And that of course lasted through to the end and that smile

I was practically clapping. Brilliant. It was such a beautiful ending. I felt like the show broke my heart a bit and it was all healed in this moment.

So to recap, not only was this a wonderful surprise that completely obliterated my expectations, but it's so beautiful. Everything is good. The cinematography, the music, the acting, everything was brilliant. So good. So if everyone that reads this has not yet seen for some reason or another I urge you to do it. I still have yet to see the other installments so I can't speak to all of it but this one is so worth it. I honestly can't believe that Kijima has become such an important character to me.

I think before this one, my favourites were for sure the first two I watched. Ai No Kotodama and No Touching at All.

They were both such great surprises. Let me just quickly look through my notes because my memory might betray me. Oh okay.

Ai no Kotodama I really enjoyed how it was shot and edited. I liked how they used several things to mirror the relationship, the perfume , the stair gazing and the other couple. I felt everything served the story in a really interesting way. I also like that the girl wasn't the usual bl girl and in the end she was actually jealous of their relationship more than in love with either of them. I also really like how the film made me unsure about their relationship almost from the start, because it makes sense in this case. My confusion mirrors Shinya's confusion and fear.

I also really liked No Touching at All's directing. It was really interesting how they used the camera work. For most of the film the couple is usually far away from us, the camera is on the other side of the room or something like that. And it's almost keeping us at a distance. So when the camera finally gets close up, it's during their break up, which I thought was intentional to cause the most emotional impact. Like now you should be invested in this moment because so are they. They are being honest for the first time so there are no more barriers for us because they are being truthful and removing their own. I also think Shima's internal struggle was really well portrayed, I liked the fact that he initiated the break up for self preservation reasons and so Togawa coming back to him at the end is what allows him to trust it. It makes me believe more in their future together.

This got a bit longer than I intended. These three are definitely my favourites but I'm really enjoying this project, even if I don't love everything, I think there's always something positive about all of them. At least the ones I've watched.

Anyway I hope that answers your question. My next one will probably be Mood Indigo and I'll have to look at my list again but I know I have a couple other ones on there still to watch.

Thank you so the question.

[deusvervewrites]

okay good cus i have au brainrot and a sleeping problem

right now im working on lov traitor himiko bc she has done no wrong and possibly one of my favorite characters bc have i mentioned shes awesome /lh

also how do you make sure your characterization is right? ive deleted work before after working on it simply because they got slowy ooc over the course of the snippet lol

(sorry if im just barraging you with asks just tell me to stop if youre uncomfy as i mentioned i have brainrot haha)

yeah word dump (im sorry)

(This is the Anon from this Ask, but I didn't get around to this right away)

I'm not going to say Toga did nothing wrong but I love her, and the idea of her as a traitor is wild. Given her shapeshifting powers, she's probably the best situated for it after Shigaraki himself. Also she's a middle-school dropout homeless teenager so figuring out how she has the resources to do what she does could be fun

[Writing advice starts here]

For characterization, all characters are at their core comprised of three questions: 'What does this character want more than anything else?', 'Why does this character want it?', and 'How is this character going to get it?'

If you know those three questions you can handle pretty much anything. Here, let's give an example.

Bakugou:

What does Bakugou want more than anything else? To be the Number One Hero

Why does he want it? Because he has no self-worth unless people are praising him, so he's set his sights on the top celebrity in the world.

How is he going to get it? Going to UA High School.

On the other hand, Midoriya:

What does Midoriya want more than anything else? To help people.

Why does he want it? Systemic discrimination has given him a strong sense of justice and compassion for others.

How is he going to get it? Going to UA High School.

You can see how these answers inform other parts of their personality--Bakugou is insecure, so he lashes out. Midoriya is compassionate, so he empathizes with the antagonists. Additionally, Bakugou's answers change over time in response to his character development.

While thinking of characterization as a list of traits can certainly help, knowing these three questions makes it easier to keep a character consistent even as they develop in response to events.

Toga, for instance:

What does Toga want more than anything else? To live freely and not be judged for drinking blood.

Why does she want it? Her parents abused her, and she's never had the chance.

How is she going to get it? Running away from home. Later, joining the League of Villains.

Obviously, characters want more than one thing at a time, which can create drama when they have to choose between something they want versus The Thing they want more than anything else.

You can also use these questions to create character foils. As mentioned above, Bakugou and Midoriya have the same answer to the third question, but similarities and differences can come from any of those three questions.

Let's say, hypothetically, you're writing a fantasy story about three kingdoms in an uneasy peace. You might have characters who want to unite those three nations under one banner that look something like this.

Character A:

What does she want more than anything else? To unite the three nations.

Why does she want it? A mixture of nationalist pride as the crown princess and a desire for revenge.

How is she going to get it? A war of unification.

While Character B:

What does he want more than anything else? To unite the three nations.

Why does he want it? To put an end to the racial prejudice he faced as a child.

How is he going to get it? Diplomatic schemes and manipulations.

And you've got two characters who are suddenly very similar in some ways and completely incompatible in others.

(And you thought you had word dump!)

[dynamightmite]

you seem optimistic so you think we’re still getting shigaraki back? :( i’m really sad the way hori has handled the izuku tenko plotline as of right now like i just can’t wrap my head around this

I mean, I definitely think it's a possibility. We still don't know exactly what happened to overhaul/decay, and how it may be used in the future. We saw Tenko and Deku touch fists; theoretically there could have been some kind of exchange there, or he could be existing as a vestige in some way.

Then again, (and this is going to piss a lot of people off :')) I kind of... get where Horikoshi is going with it?

BEFORE YOU START BOOING!

I think a lot of the discomfort and hurt from fans comes from the perception that Izuku failed to save Tenko. That, by allowing him to die, the narrative is in fact saying he didn't deserve to be save--that Horikoshi himself doesn't believe Tenko truly deserved it. I have also seen a lot of talk about how it doesn't fit in with the ongoing, overarching themes of the narrative, and (while I'm not saying these people are wrong) I would like to push back on that a little, because I think there is precedence in the story as to why Tenko's death holds up, despite it being terrible.

The culmination of Tenko's arc broaches a crossroad of two major concepts in the story: heroes, and saving, and what both of those ideas mean. And, I think, in Tenko's death, we get and answer to both, and more importantly, an answer to his overall purpose.

What does it mean to save? In BNHA, the concept is a little vague. I've often people ascribe the "total victory" mindset as one of protection, as preventing any tragedy or harm. Through that lens, Tenko's death therefore is an automatic failure--a nonstarter. HE's dead, so he wasn't saved. The end. However, while "saving" might seem like a simple, straight forward concept, I would like to dig a little deeper, because I think what Horikoshi's doing is much more interesting.

Saving (Deku's definition of it, anyway) is a lot closer to freeing than it is to protecting. Which sounds weird, but I'll do my best to explain. I think the two best examples of this particular nuance to his definition are actually in two characters people tend to forget he saved: Shoto and Gentle Criminal.

Because he did save both of them. Not in the really obvious, black-and-white way he saved Eri, no, but he did save them. And both times were... painful, to say the least.

When Deku went after Shoto during the sport's festival, it wasn't, like, nice. He dug his little nerd fingers in where it hurt the worst and dragged out Shoto's biggest fears and insecurities, and then he said GET OVER THEM. Stop letting them control you. Stop letting your father control you. You're your own person, and you get to make your own choices.

He didn't punch Endeavor. He didn't even take pity on Shoto, or say he was sorry. But you know what he did do? Deku cut the leash. AND he damn near killed Shoto (and himself) making sure that Shoto understood that he was free. He gave Shoto back something that he'd been missing, something he was afraid to look in the face; something that Deku picked up, brushed off, and said, "please stop throwing this away, it's important. You're important".

And it works, goddamit.

Gentle is both different and similar. In a similar vein, the way Deku saves Gentle is sort of... not obvious. But I think if you look here:

Gentle isn't a bad person. He's ambitious and a little lax about the law, but he never set out to hurt anybody. But we see over the course of his arc how he gets so tangled up in his own pain and his desperation to be seen that he forgets his own ideals, his own morals. In the face of becoming someone, he loses sight of what matters most to him: just like Deku, Gentle wants to be a hero.

Which, in the end, he is. And Deku's the one who pushes him there.

But what about Tenko? What about the crying child inside him? Why wasn't he saved?

When people talk about child Tenko, they often seem to see him as a symbol of the person that Deku's trying to save. But I think that, just maybe, that's wrong. I think maybe, actually, Deku is trying to save Tenko from that child.

Child Tenko is, in many ways, a symbol of nothing but AFO's power. That is a child stripped of his name, of his original quirk, of his family, of his sense of self. That is a puppet controlled by AFO, without any autonomy of its own. That child is a wound that Tenko cannot escape for as long as AFO still holds any power over him.

That's why this chapter All Might said that maybe Deku did save Tenko, if he no longer saw the child version of him in the vestige realm. Deku did save him. Because Tenko isn't a child anymore, and he isn't AFO's puppet; he's a free man, for the first time in his life.

A free man who chooses to be a hero.

Heroes get talked about a lot in BNHA (duh), but what is the defining quality of a true hero? Someone who wins? Sure. Someone who saves? Yeah, of course. But the actual test of what differentiates a hero from everybody else is their willingness to sacrifice. To give up everything for the greater good. Even if it hurts. Sometimes especially if it hurts. I mean, this has come up a lot through the manga. Deku running in to attack the sludge villain, Mirio giving up his quirk, Eraserhead throwing himself in front of his students, Edgeshot shortening his lifespan to save Bakugo, All Might standing quirkless in front of the greatest evil of his time-- literally the constant refrain from the narrative has been that being willing to sacrifice it all is what makes a hero a hero.

Tenko's final wish from last chapter is gut wrenching, but: he wanted to be a hero for the Villains. The rest of the world can rot for all he cares, but his friends, those disenfranchised, hurt people that everyone else gave up on? Those people who have never been saved, those people who have never been protected... he wants to be their hero. In the face of danger, of certain doom, he is a free man, and he has a choice.

So he makes a sacrifice. His final act is to become a hero. For them.

Cue the sobbing tears.

Additionally, I think it's relevant to point out here how strongly the narrative has advocated for victimhood to be divorced from being a perpetual self-identity. It really emphasizes the power of choosing to rise above your situation and pain to help other people, while also suggesting that your pain does not excuse you from hurting people. You can be a victim and you can be a perpetrator; they are not mutually exclusive. And because of this, after Deku saves Tenko, he does not owe him. He saved Tenko, but he could not keep him alive, and... I don't think that it's about Tenko deserving or not deserving to die. It's just that Tenko had reached a point of no return where his only choices were to die a slave or die free and he broke his shackles. But he was always going to die. Doomed by the narrative, both literally and figuratively. We can argue all day as to what degree of responsibility he holds for his actions as a highly abused, traumatized, often shell of a person. But the point is that at every junction of the story, Tenko (and the story around him) escalated until he was trapped. There wasn't a way out, and it's heartbreaking, and maybe that's the point.

I'm not saying it's fair. I'm certainly not saying you have to like it. But... I don't know. I don't feel like this is some completely out of pocket, off-the-rails end that destroyed all its characters. And who knows! Maybe Tenko will be brought back later. Maybe the epilogue will get progressively worse and I'll hate it. Maybe I'll finally get some sleep and regret writing this at all. I have no idea. Really. But we're all in this together, so these are my thoughts right now :)

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Blind Date

@wolfstarmicrofic May 27, word count 984

Sirius had agreed to go on a new TV show designed for you to basically pick a blind date. It was hosted by a blonde that he couldn’t quite remember her name. Nita, Tina? 

He was behind the scenes being prepped by a producer or something. 

He was placed behind the stage, ready to go on when he was called. With him was the presenter. He still couldn’t remember her name. She completely ignored him and barked orders at her poor PA. 

“Ready when you are Ms. Skeeter.” A woman with a headset and microphone said.

“Good, let’s get this over with.” She said with a total lack of enthusiasm. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s Blind Date, and here is your host, Ms Rita Skeeter!” The announcer told the audience. Rita burst through from the side of the stage, waving and blowing kisses at her cheering audience. 

“Hello and welcome to Blind Date.” Rita smiled, opening her arms wide. “We have three lovely young men all hoping to go on a blind date tonight and here they are!” She swept her arms to the side and that was the last Sirius saw, as he was promptly spun around so he couldn’t see the stage. 

“He shouldn’t have been left here!” Someone shouted. “He can’t see the contestants, that's the whole point of the show.”

He was rushed to another part of the backstage while Rita introduced the three men he was going to choose between. 

“Right you’re on,” He was suddenly pushed out a little door and onto the main stage. 

There was a single chair in the middle of the stage and a large partition, blocking his view of the others. 

“Hello, Sirius!” Rita gushed. “Sirius is from London and from what I’ve seen, all of our contestants will want to take him home.” Sirius sat in the chair, holding the cards with his pre-written questions. “Right, Sirius, you have your questions, so let’s get started!” The crowd clapped as Sirius cleared his throat.

“I’m a boy who likes a good time. I don’t like to be bored. If you could keep me entertained, what would we do? Er, contestant number 1.” He spoke clearly. 

“What an excellent question, Sirius, but let’s make sure to keep our answers clean gentlemen.” Rita spoke a bit louder over the partition. The crowd ate her words up.

“Well, I’d take you to my favourite spa and treat you to a bit of pampering and then, after that, I have a box at the theatre.” Contestant number 1 answered. Sirius pulled a face, he was bored already. 

“Er, thanks number 1. Number 2, same question.” He hoped it was better than the last. 

“I’d take you to the races and then out for an elegant dinner at the savoy before we head back to mine for drinks looking out over the Thames.” Was the answer number 2 gave. Sirius rolled his eyes, fat chance of that happening. He felt like giving up already. 

“Sounds like fun,” He tried to smile. “Number 3 your turn.” 

Number three took a second to answer. 

“I’d take you on a tour of London,” Oh lord, Sirius thought, all duds. “But the secret London. I know where the hidden passageways are and the gorier stories to tell. I’d probably end up at my favourite bookshop, which has a fireplace and café where we could curl up with a good book before we go out in the dark to search for the hundreds of ghosts that are meant to haunt London.” Sirius was literally on the edge of his seat. He didn’t need to hear anymore. He'd already decided who he wanted. 

“Oooo, such different answers,” Rita cooed. “Next question, Sirius,”

“Dogs or cats? For all three again.”

“Cat,”

“Neither,” That one got a boo.

“Dogs,” Sirius smiled. He shuffled to his last card. 

“How do you feel about motorbikes?” He had his fingers crossed. 

“Love, love, love, them,”

“Sorry, no. They don't agree with my hair.”

“Hate, not a chance you’ll get me on one.” Well, 2 out of 3 at least. 

“Alright Sirius, you’ve asked your questions, do you know who you’re going to pick?” Rita asked, trying to look serious. He nodded. 

“Yes, contestant number 3.” Cheers erupted from the crowd.

“Let’s see who you didn’t pick. Come on over number 1.” A tall dark-skinned handsome gentleman walked around the partition. “Kingsley, such a shame,” Rita shook her head. Sirius shook Kingsley's hand, and he walked off the stage. “Number 2,” Rita called. A blonde man, who’d clearly spent too much time on his appearance. “Poor, poor, Gilderoy. Don’t worry sweetheart, you’ll find someone,” Gilderoy waved at the crowd and blew them kisses, forgetting to shake Sirius’s hand before he left. “And finally, the moment we’ve been waiting for. Sirius’s pick. Let me introduce Remus!” Rita cheered.

Remus walked around and Sirius felt his heart skip a beat. Remus looked shyly at him and rewarded him with a smile. Sirius forgot he was on a TV show and took Remus’s hand before trying to lead him off the stage. “Wait!” Rita called," we have to give you your getaway prize.” 

Reluctantly, Sirius led Remus back across the stage and waited for Rita to continue. “Well, Sirius and Remus, we are sending you on a weekend trip to the lake district. What do you think of that?”

“It sounds wonderful Rita, thank you very much. Now, if you don’t mind, this one’s got a tour to start.” That time he ignored everyone and he and Remus made their escape. 

“Hi,” He said once they were outside. 

“Hi,” Remus said back. Sirius knew just from sight that he and Remus would work out. So, being a bit cheeky, he pushed Remus up against the side of the recording studio and leaned in for a kiss. Remus closed the gap and that was that. 

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Aang was not a bad father, he was a flawed one!

It genuinely drives me a little crazy when people accuse Aang of being a bad father. Or when they say that LOK ruined his character. Neither of those things are true.

First of all, Aang was 12 at the end of ATLA. He wasn’t even old enough to fully understand the trauma he had been through. His entire nation was wiped out and he spent the rest of his life protecting the other nations. Which often called on him to compromise his values. Absolutely nobody in ATLA had any regard for the fact that Aang was the last person left to continue on air nomads tradition. The moment he compromised his values is the moment his culture dies.

And in air nomad culture, you don’t have traditional parents. You’re raised in a community. I don’t know if Aang even knew who his parents were. I don’t know if he even cared. That alone means that he has no idea how to be a parent. So no, LOK didn’t ruin Aang’s characterisation. It simply took it further than it had been when HE WAS 12! And let’s not forget that the two shows are written by the same people. They know what they’re doing.

And now, onto why Aang wasn’t a bad father. His kids loved him. Yes, he definitely had some favouritism issues. But remember, that man was the last vestige of the air nation. Once he was gone, his son would be the last airbender left. And if he left this world without teaching Tenzin absolutely everything about air nation culture, not only would the next avatar be screwed over by not learning an entire bending style but air nation culture would be at even more risk of disappearing. So yes, was it fair that Aang paid more attention to Tenzin? No! But nothing about his life has ever been fair.

And as for his kids, they LOVED him! Bumi did have some insecurity about whether or not his father was proud of him. But Kya knew. I think they both knew they were loved. And the kids may have had issues with each other but they stuck together.

Now I’m not saying Aang was perfect or even a good parent. But there’s a world of difference between a bad parent and a flawed one. And Aang sits squarely in the flawed category. And I genuinely think that when he was around all of his kids, he treated them all well. Otherwise I don’t think Kya and Bumi would’ve been so hung up on the fact that Tenzin had more time with their father.

At the end of the day, Aang’s real problem was that he didn’t have enough time or support. He was supposed to be there for everyone else, all the time. And that didn’t stop when he defeated the firelord. And outside of Katara, his friends had their own things. He genuinely didn’t know how to be a parent without a community.

And as for Katara, she may have mothered everyone in the group but she lost her mother at a very young age. And she didn’t even really have a father growing up. And by the time her dad came back, I doubt he had much opportunity to parent her. So no, I’m not surprised that two incredibly traumatised people were flawed parents.

But whatever their flaws were, they set their kids up for success. Kya, Bumi and Tenzin stuck together when it mattered. And Tenzin got to be a better father than he had. I don’t think any of his kids ever has to worry about him loving them or even being proud of them.

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I just finished Triage and was pretty impressed with the plot. Altho I mostly love love-centered BLs/QLs, it made me realize I really like plot-heavy ones (especially action/thriller/mystery) if they're done well. Can you look through what I've seen and let me know if I'm missing any good ones?

Ones I thought succeeded to varying extents: Triage, Not Me, Manner of Death, 3 Will Be Free, The Eclipse, Pit Babe, The Sign

Ones I thought fell short plot-wise (but still kinda appreciated for trying): KinnPorsche, Playboyy, Laws of Attraction

(And I've seen others with actiony/mystery plots but I consider the romantic plot to be more dominant so I don't think of them the same way: Long Time No See, Candy Colored Paradox, Kiseki Dear to Me, Never Let Me Go etc...hope that makes my ask clearer....)

Thanks! Appreciate you!

I live for this shit!

Plot heavy (driven) BL/QL

(external motivation)

Liked:

Triage *

Not Me *

Manner of Death *

3 Will Be Free *

The Eclipse

Pit Babe

The Sign

The ones I put an * by are ones that I barely consider BL because they are so very plot heavy.

It's Okay:

KinnPorsche

Playboyy

Laws of Attraction

Also seen, but more romance

Long Time No See

Candy Colored Paradox

Kiseki Dear to Me

Never Let Me Go

Hum, difficult, because I see very little difference between Pit Babe and KP and Kiseki. So I'm gonna spitball a bunch of BL that edges into gay romantic suspense (or in some cases horror / PNR) and see if any hit. These will mostly be Thailand, only Taiwan also dabbles in this sub-genre, and rarely (because of the expense).

He's Coming to Me

Dear Doctor, I'm Coming for Your Soul (similar team as Triage so def worth trying, it's PNR tho)

Great Men Academy (an odd pick but I think it might work for you)

HIStory 3: Trapped (the first one I thought of after reading your ask)

Golden Blood

To Sir, With Love (more of a soap opera)

Because of You

Ghost Host Ghost House (more horror than suspense)

Chinese stuff:

My Esports Genius Brother (it's WILD)

Word of Honor (censored)

The Untamed (censored)

Guardian (censored)

SCI Mysteries (censored)

Advance Bravely (censored)

Legend of Long Yang: Rebirth

This is one of the few times I'll rec this because this is kinda China's BL speciality and one of the many reasons the censorship is so annoying. Their product is quality... sigh. Bummer it also has to be evil.

Not as much suspense + action but stil external motivation + complex plot (earned romantic threads)

AKA Korea can play, too.

Color Rush

Until We Meet Again

Love For Love's Sake

I Feel You Linger in the Air

La Pluie

Unintentional Love Story

Tinted With You

Vice Versa

My Dear Gangster Oppa

DNA Says Love You

Be My Favorite

Stay By My Side

Two Worlds

The End Of The World, With You AKA Bokura no Micro na Shuumatsu

First Love Again

Twins

Oh! My Sunshine Night

Cupid's Last Wish

Absolute Zero

So Much In Love (PULP warning)

(These tend to be my personal favorite style of BL. Although some are much less successful than others, in order with best ones at the top.)

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The Shadowsinger: Nineteen

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. Alludes to sex, ACOTAR series spoilers. If I forgot anything, please let me know!

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have your chance to complete the Qualifying Course for the Blood Rite.

Disclaimer: I do not own SJM’s characters or plot lines, only the ones I create for the purpose of this story. This is a work of fiction. I do not give permission to repost my work on any other platform or medium. Please be respectful.

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The next day you traveled to Windhaven with Rhys and Feyre. He wanted to show her the camp and then take her into the mountains to help with her powers. You didn’t want to interrupt with their time, so you chose to join the males in training. 

After last night with Azriel, you were a bit tired. You hadn’t truly gone to bed until the clock struck three, staying up and talking with him. And making love. All over your room. You honestly hoped the night would never end. But here you were, sparring with an Illyrian male who had a mixture of hate and disgust in his eyes that he was chosen to spar with you today. Just next week you would have your try at the qualifying course. And just in time too, as the Blood Rite would start within the next month as Spring came. 

You weren’t too happy having to leave Azriel this morning, but you had to get in your morning training since you would miss it here. And you came back with an official Siphon atop your hand. You couldn’t act weak. 

That being said, Azriel joined your morning flight training. The night prior did nothing to stop him from going just as hard on you as before. You were grateful for it. While you and Azriel agreed that there would be no one else, that you would be a couple from now on, you didn’t want him to treat you differently. At least, not in the training ring. 

You let out a wince as the male across from you hit your arm, which you returned with hitting his leg and sweeping his feet from under him. You held the training sword to his throat, waiting for him to yield. 

When he didn’t, you pressed the dull tip of the sword further towards his artery. “Don’t make this any more pathetic. Yield.” You ground out. 

You had this problem with many males. They would lay there for minutes on end, not being able to disarm you but not wanting to admit defeat from a female. The level you were at now was the level that would take the course with you next week. And you were pretty sure if you qualified and made the Blood Rite, these males above all else would be the ones to make you pay for it there. But you wouldn’t give them the chance. 

He gave up after a minute of shifting, trying to grab your ankle or wait until you got tired. You could wait like this for days on end and not let up. You would never let another male disarm you and make you yield or beg again. Not without fighting. 

“Shadowsinger,” you heard from the other side of the ring. Your new trainer, Leron, was watching the entire encounter. You did nothing wrong, so if you got a verbal lashing from it you would not be happy. “You’re doing the course tomorrow. By yourself. No other male wants to compete with you.” He said. 

Your neutral face turned into a scowl. The qualifying course was meant to be completed as a unit. While you didn’t think any of the males would help you, they needed to qualify just as much as you did. So they would do it for their own progress. 

That didn’t matter, though. You’d run the course by yourself before. Sure, you only finished in 15 minutes and not the needed 10, and it was significantly smaller than the actual course, but you could do it. “Fine,” you said. “Tomorrow? I was supposed to have another week of training.” 

“You’ll get another go at it next week.” He said and shrugged. You rolled your eyes.

“Alright, see you tomorrow then.” You said and turned to go back to sparring. 

“No more training today, either. You should rest.” He sneered. You clenched your fists, seeing your power flicker in your Siphon. You took a deep breath and turned back towards him. “Okay.” You simply said and walked past him through the training ring gates. You didn’t need to train with those males anyway. 

You had been out there for four hours and you were starving, so after a quick bath, you made your way to the mess hall. You paused when you heard shuffling in one of the smaller stables. You leaned forward, instructing your shadows to cover you as you made your way inside. You saw Ragna and a male you recognized but did not know the name of. Sucking face. You pursed your lips and turned around quickly, knowing that she could handle herself. And that from the looks of it, she was enjoying herself. You were shocked a male in this camp wasn’t intimidated by her. Next to you, she was one of the best female warriors here. She had advanced further than the other three, but wasn’t close to your level yet. 

You continued on your way to the mess hall, deciding that after a quick meal, you would go to the smaller practice course Azriel set up and run it until sundown. And maybe after as well. 

The qualifying course was no joke. You could’ve sworn they put all the most difficult pieces together just for you. Because every course you saw only had one of each piece. The climbing wall, the steps, the giant piece of wood that swung around. When you practiced last night, you had done each of the smaller ones in record time. But this was a bigger version. 

You asked that the Inner Circle not watch, even Azriel. He wanted to, but you knew Rhys sent him to watch the queens and you didn’t want to interrupt that. And if you had that humiliation of failing in front of them… you weren’t sure you could recover. Granted, a group of males stood around the course, some exchanging coppers and marks, probably betting at which point you would fail. But your fellow females were there too. They were standing together, not talking to any male and not bothering to reply to their retorts. You would finish this course in record time. For yourself. But for them, too. To prove that they could do it one day too. 

You took a deep breath, glancing at Devlon and the other commanders. They were doing this to wear you down. To show that a female couldn’t do it. 

They were wrong. 

The total course had a time limit of 1 hour. They were being generous and said you had an extra 15 minutes since you were alone and not in a unit. You didn’t need it. 

While you ran the course, the noise around you was filled with yells and jeers as you did each obstacle, climbing the wall, running the steps, jumping over fallen trees. Your wings were bound for this too, but you learned how to work without them. After all the practicing and training, this course was easy. And the females watching only drove you to complete it quicker. And perfectly. You didn’t take any shortcuts, didn’t use your shadows. You instructed them to stay all the way at the beginning of the course. And you certainly didn’t use your Siphon. Even a flare of it would disqualify you. So you did everything with the pure strength of your body and mind. 

After 15 minutes, you didn’t even hear the males anymore. You only heard the winds, your steps against the dirt, the constant thrum of the wooden pole swinging in front of you. You got through each obstacle with ease. And you finished with a time of 45:02. Faster than any unit within the past year. 

When you finished, you were panting, catching your breath. And then you saw Azriel. He was standing there with nothing but pride on his normally unreadable face. You told him not to come, but of course he wouldn’t miss it. Cassian would’ve been there as well if there wasn’t a problem at Ironcrest he had to deal with. But Azriel, the male you spent an incredible night with, and the male that trained you to do exactly what you just did. He was there for you. When the rest of the Inner Circle obeyed your request, he stood and watched the whole thing. You didn’t even care about the other males as you launched yourself in his arms, laughing to yourself. “I did it.” You whispered. 

“I’m so proud of you.” He whispered, holding back from kissing you. “You were amazing. I wish I could show you.” He said and pulled away from the embrace. 

You stepped back, knowing that if you stayed any closer you would probably mount him right there. You took a deep breath and turned towards Devlon. “So?” You asked. 

“You’ve officially qualified to enter the Blood Rite this spring…” he said, the males around him yelling out in protest. As if you didn’t just run a perfect course on your first try. “Will you accept the challenge?” He asked. 

You nodded, a small smirk coming to your lips. “Yes, I’ll compete in the Blood Rite.” You said. 

He nodded and turned towards the other commanders. 

“I’ll have to stay here until it starts.” You said to Azriel, watching his features turn from pride to worry. He was so happy that you completed the course. But there was the other side of the coin: you were going to compete in the Blood Rite. And that terrified him. Losing you terrified him. “Hey,” you said and stepped towards him, your shadows swirling around you. You lifted your hand, cupping his cheek. “Remember, my first priority is to survive. I’m not looking to be a hero. I just want to prove myself.” You said. 

“You have… you did the course.” He said. “I- (Y/N)… I don’t know if I can sit by for a week while you’re out there fending for your life..”

“You’re going to have to.” You said. “I’m not just doing this for me, but I’m doing it for them.” You said and turned towards the females, smiling as you saw them elated at your victory. You could see the shift in him. “If I complete the Blood Rite, they can too… and we can have a female unit.” 

Azriel stared at you with unspoken words in his eyes. He wanted to tell you to be careful. To reconsider. But he had doubted you once before and he was proven wrong. He would not doubt you again. He couldn’t afford it. Couldn’t afford what doubting you meant. “I’ll be waiting for you, right there, when you get back.” He said and nodded towards the cabin. 

“And I’ll meet you, crowned just as you are.” You said and nudged his arm. “The first female Carynthian.” You said, walking towards the cabin. When he didn’t follow, you turned around. “You have to go back to spying?” You asked. Rhys and Feyre went off into the Mountains this morning, and you hoped you could get some time alone with Azriel while they were away. Now that you had to stay here until the Rite. 

“I do… but I’ll be back… I don’t want you alone on the night the Rite starts.” He said and you smiled a bit. 

You glanced around, noticing that most of the Illyrians had gone away. “I’ll see you soon, Spymaster.” You said and kissed his cheek. 

Rhys and Feyre came back from the mountains a few days later, Rhys’s wings were bleeding and he could barely stand up. Feyre was visibly upset about something and before you could even approach them, Mor winnowed Feyre away. To where, you would find that out later. 

You stepped forward and helped Cassian and Azriel get Rhys inside. “What happened?” You asked as you set him down on the couch, telling Az to go get Madja. “Rhys..” 

He stumbled over his words, telling you about how they were attacked and Feyre had to catch the Suriel to find out how to help him. In doing so, she found out that Rhys was her mate. And she wasn’t too happy that you all, him above everyone else, lied to her about it. 

You all stayed in the cabin at Windhaven that night. Mor wouldn’t tell you where she took Feyre, she wanted to be alone. So, you waited around while Madja healed Rhys as much as she could. You opted to train with Cassian and Azriel the next day. You were worried about Rhys and Feyre enough that it was a little distracting being around the other Illyrians. 

When you came back that night, you fell asleep in your leathers, sprawled on the couch. You had a layer under your leathers since the day was particularly cold and you didn’t bother taking anything off. The cloak you threw on to walk from the training ring to the cabin was still tied around your neck, your hands buried inside the fur. 

That night something changed within the cabin. The fire went out and you shot up, feeling someone cover your mouth with a cloth. There was a scent of something on it that you couldn’t quite place while you tried to get out of their grasp. You saw Azriel appear in front of you, staggering back at whatever site he saw. And in that moment, your shadows separated from you, your magic drained, and your vision began to dim. But just as the last drop of power slid out from under you, a coil in your abdomen snapped, causing you to let out an audible gasp. In the process, you breathed in the last of the scented cloth and passed out into the arms of your captor. 

When you woke up in the morning, there were two things you knew to be true. 

Azriel was your mate.

You had entered the Blood Rite.

A/N: Annnd a Cliffhanger for you all... luckily next part is a 2 parter :)

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*'•'‹🥀›Modern au

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°•⟩Reader is a girl.

°•⟩ This chapter will contain: Bullying, abusive parents, swearing, feelings of abandonment.

°•⟩English is not my first language, so sorry if some parts don't make sense.

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🥀› I love Yuuji Itadori, my first love and my only one to this day...

I remember so clearly the first time I laid eyes on him. It was summer, I had just moved to the neighborhood, my mother told me to have fun in a nearby park since I wasn't helping at all.

When I arrived at the park, my eyes immediately lit up, so many cool toys, kids running around and having fun. It was my dream since almost no children lived in my old neighborhood, it was so boring to live there and my parents didn't improve the experience at all.

But this happy atmosphere ended very quickly... The older children who called themselves "owners of the park" didn't like me, they called me a snobby rich girl. My cute stuffed bunny was completely covered in mud, the girls were pulling my hair while the boys were kicking my shins. It was horrible, I don't even know how long I was stabbed.

Magically, I didn't feel anything anymore, but it was because of him, he kicked those bullies in the ass, the vision I had of him that day was magical... I was so embarrassed, my insides bubbled and my face immediately heated up.

I gently took his hand while I thanked him and he just smiled and complimented my dress that was filled with strawberries, he said he loved strawberries and that he liked me for that, for liking me too...

I remember that I spent the whole afternoon playing with him, it was the most incredible afternoon of my life, I was so happy that I didn't even care about my mother's unnecessary scolding and to top it off I talked about him throughout dinner.

After that, Yuuji became one of my favorite people... We were inseparable, everything he did, I did.

We went to the same elementary school and honestly that made me lose my fear of school, because I knew that with Yuuji by my side I didn't need to be afraid of anything, he would protect me.

At my 6th birthday party, Yuuji was the only one who attended, he told me that we didn't need anyone else since we had better fun alone. I knew he didn't want me to be upset, but deep down, it was true.

And Yuuji didn't lie, we had a lot of fun alone.

In elementary school I realized that I loved Yuuji, more than a friend, it was something romantic... That's when I started making lunches for him, his parents were working a lot lately so it ended up that Yuuji ran out of snacks and the school food didn't work. It was one of the best, as I had always made my own meals since I was little, I didn't see any problem with doubling the quantity.

The first time I handed Yuuji the lunch box, with the cloth decorated with stars and the rice in the shape of a cute rabbit, I saw his cheeks turn red and his eyes sparkled, he smiled widely and gave me a big hug. .

As we were eating, I realized I wanted to see him look like this more often.

Yuuji was excited on his own, but this time it seemed so different... I never knew why...

Once Yuuji invited me to his house to play with the hose, I went, how could I not go?

All I know is that it was incredible, Yuuji's family was a thousand times cooler than mine, they let us have fun.

Yuuji's father was calm and sometimes even joined us in light games, Yuuji's mother was affectionate, she made lots of delicious sweets when I went there and there were also his brothers, Sukuna, 16 years old, he was very grumpy. and angry (Yuuji said he was like his grandfather), he was never at home when I visited Yuuji and there was Choso, his 15 year old brother, he was already cooler than Sukuna, but he liked to stay in his room. But sometimes Yuuji and I would go in just to listen to him play his guitar.

On that hose bath day, I remember Yuuji said he would marry me, because I was his best friend and we should be together forever. After that I couldn't sleep for happiness.

Yes! I would marry Yuuji.

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Or maybe not...

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One day Yuuji simply didn't come to class, which was very strange since he always warned me by calling me on my home phone. And I didn't get any that morning...

When leaving school I chose to go to Yuuji's house before going to my...

But it was so empty and no one answered the door.

A tall woman came up to me and asked if I was lost, I replied saying that she was waiting for my friend.

She just replied "Oh..."

I didn't understand why it sounded so sad...

She told me that the Itadori family was not living but in the house, it seems that Yuuji's grandfather was very sick and the family was looking for treatment outside of Sendai, as it didn't exist here... A week ago they had gotten a treatment in Tokyo and a place to stay too, it turned out that today they definitely moved there.

I was so scared, my best friend is gone, I'm going to go back to being a girl alone again...

I only know that that day I ran home and locked myself in my room...

When I calmed down and went out to dinner, my mother told me that Yuuji had stopped by before he moved and had left his mother's phone number so that we could continue to keep in touch.

I was happy.

As I didn't have a phone, I used my mother's, with a lot of effort she gave in, when I heard Yuuji's voice I felt relieved. And the feeling of loneliness soon went away.

Whenever I left school he would call me, he would tell me everything about his new school and I would tell him about how mine was, we talked for about 3 hours a day, if my mother didn't stop me it would be more than that.

But one day he stopped calling me, that one day turned into a week, which turned into 4, which at the end of the conversation turned into 2 months without calling me.

I called, but no one answered...

It was from that moment on that our only means of contact ended...

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Spending the rest of elementary school without Yuuji was horrible, I wondered if he had already found new people to replace me, or if he even missed me... I was without friends. There were some girls who exchanged a few words with me, but it wasn't enough to be considered friends.

At the end of elementary school and the beginning of high school, I received a phone as a gift.

The first thing I did was install social networks to try to find Yuuji.

I searched everywhere for his name... But I couldn't find it... One of those guys was him...

I kept thinking that maybe he didn't have a cell phone, but his parents were so liberal that it's quite possible he's had one for a long time.

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When high school started I accepted that I lost Yuuji forever and that I would never see him again. Sometimes we just weren't meant to be together...

I just know that every year of my high school was shit, I ended up changing schools.

And for some reason the bullying returned, it was that trio type, where there is the leader who has god syndrome and the two servants who are only with the leader because she is "popular".

I think that all the offensive shit that exists I have already heard while living with it.

I begged to change schools, but my father said I'm just being cool and I can't handle "normal" teenage games, in the end I ended up becoming the stranger in the story.

The least my father did for me was put me in therapy, I think I'm only alive because of that, at a certain point in the first year of high school I was diagnosed with depression, it seems like since Yuuji left all the shit impossible to happen were happening.

I underwent treatment for depression and after two years I was finally cured... The anxiety still remained with me, it is no longer a big problem.

I decided to send my CV to colleges in Tokyo, Yokohama and Osaka, to study visual arts, thanks to the support of my psychologist.

My parents were against it, but I didn't care, I'm already of legal age.

I was surprised when I went to a college in Tokyo, it's called jujutsu, it's a very well-regarded college in Tokyo, it's one of the best.

Well, at least I'll start over...

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I packed everything I had and went to Tokyo.

My classes start in 5 days, but I'm going to pack my things in the dorm first, college dorms are shared with one other person.

I was looking forward to meeting my roommate...

After a 2 hour flight I landed in Tokyo, unloaded my bags and took a taxi to college. The path was peaceful, I spent the entire trip looking at the Tokyo landscape wishing I had my camera in my hand to take photos.

In the middle of my treatment, my psychologist thought it would be a good idea for me to start photographing things, this ended up becoming a hobby.

When I arrived at college, I talked to the people in charge of the dorms, made an ID card and got my keys.

After a leisurely walk, I arrive at the door of my dorm and stop. I look at the door with butterflies in my stomach and start to unlock it.

The door opens and I start to look around, it's a simple but comfortable dorm, when I look around the room I see suitcases thrown on the living room floor, it's likely that my roommate is already here, I can feel the butterflies in my stomach again .

I walk a little around the living room and see that it is divided with the kitchen, the kitchen is simple and only has what is necessary, when I look in the left corner I see a hallway. Where there was access to two doors, that's where the bedrooms are, my roommate is probably already in his.

I go to the hallway and walk towards the left door, when I open the door the first thing I see is a woman and a man kissing. But it wasn't a simple kiss, it was making out, they noticed my presence since for some reason the door made a point of making a lot of noise, I feel my face heat up and I start to scream for forgiveness. I quickly close the door, still red, I feel like tears might come out of embarrassment.

Shit... I ruined someone's fuck.

I thought, what a great first impression to give your roommate, I run into the next room and lock the door in embarrassment.

How am I going to get out of here now?... I would like to stick my face in the ground.

After about 15 minutes I calmed down, I had already organized some things in my room, so I decided to go out to get a glass of water in the kitchen.

When I arrive in the room I see the two of them, they look at me and I look back at them, then the girl stands up and extends her hand to me. "A pleasure! I'm Kirara Hoshi, your roommate. I'm sorry about the scene you saw a while ago..." She rubs her neck nervously. "I thought this year I would be without one." I smile and take her hand. "No problem! My name is (Name) (last name), nice to meet you.”

She smiles widely. "I like you (nickname)! You're cute." She puts her arm around my neck and points to the man sitting there smiling. "This is Kin, Kinji Hakari, my boyfriend." He gives a small wave. "Nice to meet you." I say giving a wave of my hand.

Hakari and Kirara were cool, besides being stylish, Kirara was so beautiful that she felt a little envious. But we quickly hit it off, I was so happy about that, as our first impressions weren't that great.

Spending the last 5 days together, I learned a lot about her, she is studying performing arts and Hakari was studying financial management, but he had already finished some time ago, Kirara was in her final year.

I've never had so much fun for 5 days...

They went by so quickly that when I realized the next day my classes would already start.

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I slowly open my eyes and realize that it's morning, I get up, still unconscious and go to the kitchen to get something to eat.

When I open the cupboard, the first thing I see is Kirara's cereal, she wouldn't mind if I got some...

I grab the bowl closest to me and pour in some of the cereal, adding milk right after. Soon after, I sit down and enjoy this food.

I look at the meal and think how childish this breakfast was, I accidentally ended up feeling nostalgic for my childhood.

I finish in a few minutes and then go get ready, in the bathroom I take a relaxing shower, then I brush my teeth, use my hairdryer and try to make my hair visually beautiful. I dress in a long-sleeved white blouse, with two buttons on the front to cover a little more cleavage, to match I wear a gray skirt that is a little voluminous, I put on beautiful white socks and to complement it I wear doll shoes.

I grab my bag with some jellyfish details and stars and head towards the door to leave.

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When I enter college, I find the hallway full of people, it makes me nervous.

I could see people of all styles, and it always seems like everyone hangs out with their own little group, something I particularly hated.

It was a pain to go through them and it was even more annoying trying to find the room for my first class.

I arrived at my class early and got a comfortable seat, as the class hadn't started yet, I started doodling in my sketchbook. It was a very simple drawing of a whale.

When I start to paint with watercolors I hear someone praising my drawing, the voice came from my right, right in the empty space next to me. Scared, I look to the side and see a boy with black hair next to me, he had several piercings, in his ears, nose, mouth and cheek. His clothes had a style that gave off a rocker vibe, it was beautiful. His eyes were dark blue with incredibly large eyelashes, it was to be envied.

"Your painting of him matches your line very well..." He said pointing to the drawing.

I feel slightly embarrassed by the compliment, I'm not used to this kind of thing. "Thank you... It was a very quick drawing that I made..." I say smiling, a silence falls between us, so I ask. "Do you also draw?" And he shakes his head gently.

"Want to see them?" He says looking at me waiting for some kind of answer, I shake my head softly and move closer to him to see drawings of him.

He then takes a folder from his bag and opens it.

Even though his style is a little gothic, his drawings are so soft and beautiful, the colors were bright but at the same time soft. His drawings brought a strange sense of peace...

He had almost every class with me, so we spent a lot of time together. I later found out that his name was Megumi Fushiguro, but he preferred that I call him by his first name, Megumi.

Megumi had invited me to join him and his friends at lunch, I accepted.

I'm happy that things are different in Tokyo, but I still think that if Yuuji was here things would be a thousand times better... I remember our dream of living together, we had several dreams... Silly, childish dreams, but... It was so good to dream.

When classes ended, we went straight to the cafeteria. Megumi took me to an isolated table, according to him, he and his friends sat there.

Megumi had gone out to get food for us, I gave him money to pay my share, but he refused and said he would pay for both of us since he invited me to lunch. He had also told me that his friends would arrive soon, they didn't arrive.

So when Megumi came back he had a confused look, but he didn't care much. I asked why his friends didn't come and he just shook his shoulders and said "They must be up to something, I'd rather stay out." When he said that, I gave a simple laugh.

Lunch was fun, even though it may not seem like it, it was easy to talk to Megumi. After we finished eating, I thanked him for lunch and said goodbye, we wouldn't see each other again, since we had different classes. From what he told me, he seems to be studying two different courses, one visual arts and the other was Music.

He also told me that he and his friends had a metal band, which I thought was great, he noticed that I was enchanted and invited me to watch their rehearsal today after classes at the gym, I happily accepted, he asked me to I met him in the main hallway and he was going to take me to the gym.

After that we said goodbye.

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After classes ended, I felt butterflies in my stomach... I was waiting for Megumi in the place he and I had agreed on.

He was late and after standing still for a long time reflecting, I realized that it would be a very annoying situation, since Megumi invited me without even contacting her friends... What if they don't like my presence?

I don't even want to imagine... Fortunately, Megumi arrives to stop any more negative thoughts.

We had a calm walk to the gym, when we were 3 meters away I could hear the sounds of the guitar and drums, it sounded insane.

Entering the gym I could see Megumi's friends playing, on the drums was a white-haired boy with purple eyes and some kind of tattoo near his lips. On the keyboard was a boy with black hair, his eyes were dark and deep, he had dark circles under his eyes showing that he had spent a few nights without sleeping. The female voice I heard was that of a girl, her hair was beautiful, red and silky, she had dark makeup on, her brown eyes shone as she released her beautiful voice. And along with the girl I hear a male voice, a boy with pink and brown hair... Just like Yuuji... My eyes become melancholic with the memory, the boy looked like him, even though he also wore a certain type of makeup... It was just like Yuuji, the pink-haired boy was rocking the guitar and giving him goosebumps.

It was then that with the sound of the gym door closing everyone looked towards me and Megumi. A girl with green hair and glasses walks towards us irritably, I can even hear the curses that haven't even been uttered yet.

"Megumi! Where were you? Why didn't you go to the cafeteria?!"

Said the girl irritated. Confused Megumi tilts her head.

"What coffee shop?" The girl sighs and looks irritated again. "The new cafeteria near the college, Yuta sent a message saying that we were going to have lunch there today." Megumi just looks at her and says that this Yuta guy hadn't warned her anything. The girl turns irritably to the black-haired boy, but immediately returns to Megumi.

"Why didn't you call us then?"

As she says this, the two vocalists approach, one of them being the boy who looks like Yuuji. They stand next to the green-haired girl. "I was with (Name), I ended up forgetting to call, sorry Maki..." He lied, he just didn't want to go out to look for them.

"Who the hell is (Name)?" He said the girl with red hair.

I raise my hand lightly "I'm (Name), nice to meet you..." I'm nervous, I'm very nervous...

"I met (Name) in the visual arts course..." The boy who looked like Yuuji seemed to examine me from top to bottom as he approached a little closer.

"I'm Yuuji Itadori, nice to meet you!" They extend their hand smiling.

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"Yuuji?..." My body freezes, I can't move... My eyes widen in surprise, my vision becomes blurred. Impossible, it can't be him... He's so different, but the smile... It's still the same, warm and bright.

Does he remember me?... I feel tears coming down. And I see him get worried and whisper to the girl next to him.

"Do you remember me Yuuji?..."

I say looking at him smiling slightly, but he still doesn't seem to remember.

"(Name) (Surname)... It's me Yuuji and (Name)!"

His eyes widen in surprise, a smile growing on his face as he quickly grabs me.

"(Name)... How long..." He hugs me tightly and smells my hair.

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[stagefoureddiediaz]

Thinking thoughts about Abuela being back and with this backstory about her being taken in by charlatans and Eddies whole catholic guilt thing and how the two things kind of play into one another as an exploration of faith and being taken in by something.

Abuela giving all her money to the tarot card readers etc because she was searching for something - for connection (with Abuelo) - trying to recapture what she had lost, and How Eddie has spoken about trying to re-find the magic he had with Shannon - how Eddie hasn't actually fully reconciled the Shannon of it all when it comes to relationships and how his Catholic guilt connects into that.

How Marisol as a physical representation of Catholicism is part of that narrative - how Eddie is entering a place where he has to chose his path - in order to move on from Shannon he needs to fully square the hole - catholic or non catholic. And how that needs to happen first - before he can begin his queer journey!

[girlyliondragon]

Now kiss (haha Jk... Unless??? (Toby PLEASE make it "Unless"))

Ello Deltarune fandom. Guess what ship has gotten my brainrot now 2 1/2 years later. :P Because ofc I go from one f/f ship to another and cling onto it. But fr tho I love these sapphics sm. I love them so muuuuuch I'm so glad they are semi-canon just 2 chapters in.

Been wanting to draw something with them since February, but because of art block back then I decided to just let my pen go on its own since I had art block and ended up with a rough of this and hallelujah lol ^^

Seriously Toby please. Take your time ofc no rush. But please I NEED to see them together again.

Also I love Noelle's glow-y nose hc so that's mine now too thanks fandom.

Art: Mine

Do not steal/crop/edit/etc. Do not tag as kin/me ty! Suselle haters DNI :U