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hauntedwitch04 · 7 months

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I hate you Black

Regulus Black x reader

Words: about 4.1k words

Warnings: some angst, sexy Reggie and some funny times

Author’s note: Hi everybody! It's so good being back, I missed writing and this is the first one-shot I write in a lot of time, so I'm really grateful for every tiny bit of love you gave me. This is my first time writing for the kinktober, hope you enjoy my writing.

P.s. i don't really now how much is hate fuck this fic, but here we are.

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DAY 1: Hate fucking

To say that Regulus and I do not get along is an understatement.

We have been part of the same group of friends, namely the Marauders, for years now, since both my brother, James, and his brother, Sirius, are best friends, in fact they often consider each other almost brothers, on the contrary however the two of us have not been able to find common ground and usually always end up insulting each other and playing stupid jokes to irritate the other person.

Since our first year at Hogwarts, we have clashed because of our pride and desire to prove ourselves better than the other, and this challenge has continued outside of school, in everyday life.

This party is no different.

Sirius and Remus wanted to inaugurate the new apartment they decided to get, to live together, after being together for almost a year already, and so they threw a party with all their closest friends, including me and the younger Black.

I don't quite remember how I ended up straddling him with my hands around his neck, but I do remember the reason for that choice. Between his various jokes and yet another spilled glass on my favorite shirt because of his "carelessness," although we all know that if anyone is graceful it is him, the moment he mentioned what is now my ex-boyfriend. Just before coming to the party, in fact, that asshole decided to break up with me, telling me that he never actually felt anything really important for me, and that I was merely a fling that lasted too long and that now he actually already has another girlfriend and I was just in the way. A year and a half. We stayed together a year and a half, and he had to say that and turn away without looking back, or without a bit of shame or guilt, he didn't even apologize to me for shamelessly cheating on me. Part of me didn't even want to come to the party, but I love Siri and Remmy too much to let them down, so I took heart and convinced myself that I would have a good time, but at Regulus' words, "Where's your boyfriend? Is he tired of you too?", I saw no more. Smoke began to come out of my ears, my vision turned black, and inside I felt only a single emotion.

I realize what I was doing only after James detaches me from Regulus, while Sirius grabs his brother, and pulls him away from me.

"Are you totally crazy? You could have killed me!" Says Regulus shocked as he holds a hand to his throat, still struggling to breathe.

"Too bad, it will be for next time then." I answer coldly, to go toward the hall to get my coat, while I quickly apologize to the hosts and say I have to go home, because I don't feel too well. Both James and Sirius, Remus and Lily try to stop me, thinking it's because of guilt, but I really don't want them to see me crying and having to explain later that my ex-boyfriend cheated on me and left me, and now I just feel like a pathetic little girl who can't be loved.

I hurry out of the house and immediately get hit by the cold autumn wind, which envelops me like a hug and shakes my hair, making it go over my face, thus tickling my nose. I smile and start walking toward my house, although it is quite far away, in fact I had come with my brother. I try to contain my emotions, but the tranquility and peace of the city at this hour give me enough security to let my tears flow freely down my cheeks. There is not a living soul to judge me, or so I thought.

I hear footsteps approaching behind me, someone is running toward me, so I turn around and see a breathless Regulus Black standing still, leaning on his knees and signaling to me to wait a second.

I try to wipe away my tears so that he can see that I was crying, but it is too late now, because his expression immediately changes and he seems confused by what he is seeing.

"I don't need your stupid excuses, go back to the others and tell them the bitch is not ready to be insulted by you again." I say trying to distract him as I turn and start walking faster, but a hand grabs my shoulder and makes me turn around.

"Are you crying?" Regulus asks, under his breath, as if even he does not believe the scene before him.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are as sharp as Sherlock Holmes." I say trying to wriggle out of his grip, but he brings his second hand to my face, and wipes away a couple of tears that had reached my chin.

"If it's something I said, I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't want to come and apologize, they forced me, however, I never wanted to make you cry, I was just playing with you." He continues, not caring what I had said. He looks me straight in the eye and I see his sincerity, and I don't know why I start to cry more. He looks at me unsure of what to do, before hugging me. As we are squeezed in that hug I tell him the real reason I was crying and apologize to him for what I had done earlier at the party. As I finish my story, he pulls away from that hold and looks into my eyes again.

"Hey, he's the asshole, not you. And he's also stupid if he didn't see the magnificent person he had beside him." He tells me firmly and sweetly at the same time.

"Says the boy who has been insulting me since we were eleven years old." I reply sarcastically as I stare into his eyes, and I can't lie to myself. I've always thought Regulus is a handsome boy, but damn, right now he looks like a deity come down to earth to teach us what beauty is.

"Hey I may be an asshole, maybe even a little stupid, but it's not like I'm blind." He continues, smiling at me as he looks at my lips. "You know I think I found a more appropriate way to apologize." He whispers as he moves even closer to my lips.

My brain cannot process the moment, everything seems fuzzy. Its scent, fresh mint, coffee and cigarettes, intoxicates me like a drug, and I can't do anything but screw it up to do what my instinct tells me to do.

"Know that it will not be easy to make it up to you for everything you have done to me. You were very, very mean to me." I whisper before kissing him, tired of that game.

I feel like giving my first kiss for the second time. Our lips chase each other, eating each other, needing each other. I feel my hands run through his hair, while his rests on my hips and draws me to him in a death grip.

We continue kissing, and time seems to stop, even the dry leaves seem to stand still in the air, waiting for our future to be drawn, anxious to see our next move.

Eventually we part, to catch our breath, and a faint laugh escapes from my lips.

"Know that I hate you anyway." I tell him and he can't help but chuckle, before taking on a serious look.

"Would you like to come to my house. You know I'd like to apologize for good, and show you that you've had really bad taste in men so far." He says seductively in my ear.

"You have to be careful what you say Black, because it could backfire on you with this sentence." I reply, trying to hide the emotions it is stirring in me.

"No baby, I'm going to show you how a real man should treat you, and not the idiot you used to date." He continues, whispering on my lips, before leaving a light kiss, as light as a butterfly resting gracefully on a flower.

"Know that this does not take away from the fact that I hate you." I reply, still partly in trance after that kiss.

"This just means that I will have to work harder at apologizing." Regulus replies, before stepping back a little, and removing the scarf around his neck, to give it to me. I didn't even notice that I'm shaking, too engrossed in this moment.

"Come on, let's go to my place, it's not too far." Says the boy, putting an arm on my shoulder, thus blocking any possibility of my thinking with his intoxicating scent for the second time this evening. After a few minutes of walking we arrive in front of a dark door, for which young Black quickly pulls out the key to open it.

Once inside the house, I am amazed at how the entire apartment is furnished. Dark furniture stands out against the green and white walls. Soft lights illuminate the rooms, giving it a cozy atmosphere. Every item is meticulously placed in a studied spot, everything is perfect, every note played with the right pitch to create a wonderful harmony.

I am lost in looking around the room when I feel a pair of hands drawing me toward them.

One hand gently removes my scarf, while another turns me around. In Regulus' eyes I see pure pleasure, and this only creates an unpleasant wet feeling in my panties.... We look at each other for a second before pouncing on each other like hungry prey, moving slowly down the stairs and into the bedroom. He pulls me back until I touch the bed with my knees, then drops me down, pulling away from the kiss. I look at him and see his lips red and swollen as he struggles to catch his breath. His hair is messy from my fingers, yet he has never looked more beautiful to me than in this moment. I watch him slowly approach the button of my jeans like a fierce lion studying its prey, and then with a precise and quick gesture, unbutton my pants. In the blink of an eye these lie on the floor, tossed from some indefinite part of the room. The only thing now separating him from his goal is my underwear, but before he can take the next step, I gently place a foot on his chest and look seductively at him.

"Hold your horses Black, if you want to play with me you have to do it right. One garment each at a time, I lost my pants, now you have to take something off." I say looking at him carefully, and he chuckles at my words.

"You can be really obnoxious Potter, you know that?" He asks wryly as he removes his sweatshirt, revealing his bare chest, since he has no shirt underneath. For a moment I am breathless at that ethereal sight. Her white skin glows in the moonlight entering the room. His physique is muscular but not overly so, I can tell he works out a lot and holds himself, but it's also not excessive. I get flashbacks of seeing him practicing Quidditch at Hogwarts shirtless with sweaty hair in the wind, and immediately I find myself having to make the physical effort to not cum in that same instant.

"I try my best." I respond seductively as I watch him lower himself, going on his knees, getting to be at the same level as my pussy.

"Now if you don't mind, I have a promise to keep: to prove that your asshole ex is nothing compared to me." He says before pouncing on me as if I were a feast. I don't have time to respond because he immediately starts kissing my inner thigh, both from the right and the left until he reaches his booty. Slowly, with his teeth, he grabs my panties, leaving a few wet kisses on my skin and making me shiver, and slowly he slides them all the way down my legs.

It is the most terrible, nerve-wracking, and sexy torture I have ever had to endure.

"I thought you were supposed to make it up to me Black, not make me madder." I say in a voice little louder than a sigh as I feel his hot breath on the center of my pleasure.

"Oh baby, I still have to start apologizing, and get ready because I want to do it right." He says, as he caresses the most intimate part of me with his lips. A second later, pure pleasure invades my every sense as he begins to kiss the lips of my pussy. I feel his tongue caressing me, as my hands wriggle in his hair, drawing him ever closer to the center of my pleasure, and with my eyes around his name like a song, between moans and expletives. I hear him smile at my reaction, and just as I was about to respond rudely to him, he increases my torture by adding a finger, taking it in and out of my opening. A few minutes thus pass, me hovering on the edge of pleasure, just as he looks up and shifts slightly. His mouth is completely wet from my pleasure, while I curse for the missed orgasm.

"You'd better finish what you started Black, because I swear that on the contrary you can distantly forget any chance of me being more generous to you." I say, trying to catch my breath.

"I was just catching my breath for the grand finale." He replies with a small smile, seeing my desperation.

"Go fuck yourself."

"I think that's what we're doing baby. What, I'm too good and you're not used to feeling so much pleasure?" He says smiling again as again, he turns me around kissing my entire thigh.

"By Merlin, how I hate you Black." I gasp, between groans.

"Try to convince yourself of this all you want honey, but we both know that right now your orgasms depend on me." And with that he begins his feast again, with more eagerness, and again, in a few minutes I am again on the brink of absolute pleasure, but this time I manage to go further, and for a moment I feel like I can touch the sky with my finger. I feel the blankets tighten between my fingers as I moan his name, almost screaming it, as if I want the world to know who was responsible for so much pleasure.

A few seconds pass, as I try to regain possession of my body and mind, before he speaks again.

"Fuck, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He says giggling, before starting to kiss my body again, slowly, savoring every inch. He pulls off my shirt, as I now recovered from all that unexpected pleasure, taking off my bra. I see him staring at my breasts, before teasing my nipples, one with his tongue and one with his fingers. He bites, sucking my breasts, leaving signs of his passage as I try not to lose myself again in that spiral of pleasure.

"Damn, you don't know how long I've wanted to touch them, taste them, mark them as my own." He says in a gasp, before switching nipples and moving on to the other. Meanwhile then I try to distract him by opening his pants, but as soon as I try to touch his dick, he stops and moves my hand away, looking me straight in the eye.

"Tonight is just for you, not for me, now let me continue and make you feel like the goddess you are." At her words I can't help but hold back a sigh of pleasure.

"Now I understand why everyone was falling at your feet in school, you really have a gift for talking to girls." I say, as I feel his lips go up my neck, leaving me biting and hickeys as he passes.

"Too bad the one girl I really wanted did nothing but blow me off and tell me she hated me." She tells me, before kissing me passionately. Somehow I can still taste myself on his lips, or rather in his mouth, as we explore every nook and cranny of it with our tongues.

"Maybe he was telling you that he hated you, because all he could do was wish to fuck you in the broom closet." I answer between kisses as I hear him take off his underpants and pull down his underwear.

For the first time I realize perhaps truly the situation I am in. Our naked bodies, rubbing against each other, dancing a love dance of their own, as we struggle against each other to win.

He chuckles at my words as he moves to kiss me along my arm, while using his hand to reach over to the nightstand to grab a condom and put it on as he counters.

"And I would rather tell you that I hated you than confess that every night I dreamed of fucking you against a wall." He pauses for a moment, and smiles at me before continuing, with that obnoxious grin of his. "Although I would have said you were more of a quickie in the bathroom type."

"It happened only once, and with a Ravenclaw prick who had already done half my year, while I was half-drunk at a party, after watching you stick your tongue half a foot down the throat of a Hufflepuff slut." I confess by looking into his eyes, and I notice that amidst the pleasure now also shines a spark of astonishment. "Now get a move on, though, Black, for now you're all talk and no action." I continue, with an amused little smile.

"Merlin, if you say one more word, I swear I'll plug your mouth with your panties." He says, taking his dick in his hand, aligning it with my entrance.

"Oh you just have to try, assh- Oh my god!" I try to respond, but he blocks me by entering me overbearingly, immediately I feel my body almost leave the earthly world for pleasure. His dick is bigger than I would have expected, and certainly bigger than my ex's. Immediately he seems to touch all the places that give me the most pleasure, and my mind cannot process a concrete thought.

"I hate you Black." This is the only thing I can say as he is still still inside me, making me get used to his size. "I don't think I can do without your dick from now on, and this is all your fault." I continue as he tries to move slowly, in and out of me, as he murmurs a few dirty words under his breath.

"Oh you are adorable baby." He says before kissing my neck again as he increases the force and speed of his thrusts. "But if you really think I would let you go after this time you are crazy. I hate you too you know, I hate the fact that I am now addicted to this tight, hot, wet pussy of yours. Fuck I think I've found heaven." He gasps near my ear. We continue this dance like this, until a few minutes later, we are almost at the height of pleasure.

"Please Reg, don't stop. I'm cumming:" I plead with him, before stifling my continued moans of pleasure, leaving kisses, bites and hickeys on his neck as my hands scratch his muscular back. I feel him stiffen at my touch.

"Me too baby." He gasps, then increases the speed. A few thrusts, and we both reach orgasm.

We remain still for a moment, enjoying that feeling of pleasure and the warmth of the closeness of our bodies. We don't say a word, let silence fill the space between us, before we kiss again.

This time the kiss is different, not passionate and oozing sex like the others, it is more gentle and sweet, as if through that contact we want to express all those repressed feelings kept inside us all these years and that we cannot describe in words.

He moves from on top of me and lies on his side, while still keeping his arms around my waist. I slowly feel fatigue take possession of me as he gets out of bed to head for the bathroom and get a towel with which my private parts, now too sensitive, in fact a shiver runs down my spine and he seeing it apologizes to me.

When he is finished he lies down again beside me and hugs me, making me feel warm and safe. Just before I fall asleep I look into his eyes and manage to say something.

"You're on the right path to forgiveness, but maybe you need to try a little harder." And he can't help but laugh at those words. "I don't hate you that much anyway, I guess." I continue, as I snuggle against his chest.

"Fortunately." He replies. "Because I don't hate you at all, maybe just the opposite I dare say. "

The next morning I wake up after him. Regulus is already out of bed. He is wearing a pair of sweatpants, and he is shirtless. I can tell right away that he has just gotten out of the shower because I can see his wet hair, however, I can hear him talking to someone on the phone. Feeling my eyes on him he turns and sees that I am awake, and he smiles at me.

"Yes Sirius, I promise I didn't say anything stupid." He says with a bored look on his face as he watches me sit up in bed, my hair still tousled from sleep.

"I apologized, very deeply last night, but I may have to do it one more time to make sure you understand what I meant." She continues to talk to her brother as she gives me a wink and immediately I feel my cheeks go hot from what she said.

"Yes, yes. I love you too. Bye Siri, see you later." He greets his brother as he turns around and then sets the phone down on one of the pieces of furniture next to him, and there I realize all the marks I left on him last night. In the night we then woke up and made love a couple more times. Just thinking about it I feel my pussy getting all wet, even just remembering all that happened.

"I was going to make you breakfast before you woke up but since you are already awake I would suggest you take a shower while I make you breakfast. Is that okay with you?" He asks me, and I can't find my voice to answer him, so I smile and nod. He smiles back, leaving me a kiss on my forehead and then goes downstairs to cook.

I stay in bed for a second and letting out a sigh I realize perhaps for the first time that I hated Regulus Black so much, that I ended up falling in love with him, since the line is so thin that for a long time you can think you are hovering between the two, and only when you land do you realize that you slipped into one of the two worlds long before.

BONUS

Remus watches Sirius talk to his brother on the phone as he asks him if he finally apologized to little Potter. Once the call is over Sirius puts the phone down and looks at his boyfriend.

"They fucked." Remus says, before sipping coffee from his favorite mug.

"They got laid." Sirius confirms, laughing, while Lily, who had stayed over with her boyfriend James, sighs with relief.

"Finally, the situation was becoming unbearable. By now all you could do every time was expect them to jump at each other's throats with a knife or fuck in the guest bathroom." Lily says as she looks at James, who has a horrified look on his face.

"Hey, we're still talking about my little sister!" He says, looking at his friends and his girlfriend.

"Look at it this way, at least now we're really brothers." Try proposing Sirius.

"And probably uncles, too." Remus and Lily say in unison.

No one can hold back a laugh seeing James' horrified face.

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solitaireships · 4 months

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baby you know i'm guilty

Today's my anniversary with Selina! In honor of that, I wanted to write a fic about her, so here's a fun little one of her and Alex at an auction together. The title comes from the song "Guilty" by Claudia Brücken and the Real Tuesday Weld, that's a very Alley Cat song to me

Rating: Teen

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1102 words

Divider by racingairplanes

The hum of live orchestral music fills the Gotham Museum of the Arts, just loud enough to be heard over the chorus of people in attendance at this year’s annual auction. Alex tries to focus on the music instead of the people— it’s easier for her to process that than to try to filter through all the noise to listen to just one conversation.

Alex isn’t here because she likes parties. Especially not the ones frequented by Gotham’s elite. They’re always vapid, full of gossip and petty small talk that's part of a never ending social game, and it’s hard to feel like she actually belongs with any of these people. And yet she technically speaking does belong here, her status as a defense attorney earning her the acclaim to be invited to these kinds of things.

Alex never buys anything at these auctions. But she feels like she has to at least make an appearance, and she can admit it’s fun to get to dress up. She’s not the most fashionable person, but she likes the way the dress she’s wearing fits her, the dark red material flaring out a bit around the skirt and showing a bit of her cleavage. Her wedding ring shines on one finger while she has a couple of other decorative rings along with it, pairing them with a necklace with a silver chain.

Being here with Selina also is nice, though the two of them came here separately. Alex was caught up with finishing her work, so Selina ended up getting the auction before her. Unlike Alex, she always seems to thrive at these kinds of things, charming everyone she speaks to and enjoying being the center of attention.

Not that Alex can blame anyone entranced by Selina. She supposes that she’s been too, and she can definitely see why people would be drawn to her tonight as her eyes land on her wife making her way down a set of marble stairs.

Selina looks like a vision in her black evening gown. It shows off her chest, a bit of her cleavage visible over its sweetheart neckline, and the skirt of it is slit down the sides to give a glimpse of the black pantyhose and dark purple heels she’s wearing. A diamond necklace glitters around her neck, matching a pair of dangling earrings, and Alex is always glad to see Selina’s wedding ring on her finger.

The sleeveless look of her dress also shows off the muscles of her arms. She’s by no means bulky, having a short, lithe frame, but it’s clear from looking at her that she’s strong. What’s not as clear are the scars that Alex knows trail along her arms and shoulders, different nicks and scrapes she’s gotten over the years from close calls that are now hidden under with makeup. Alex thinks she’d look prettier with them— they're a part of her just like anything else— but she truly is stunning regardless.

And, if Alex knows Selina like she knows she does, odds are she’s going to try to steal something tonight. Her look for the evening may not be the flashiest, but she has a taste for expensive and shiny things, plenty of which are on display for the auction tonight.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” Selina greets as she makes it over to Alex, her dark red lips quirking upwards in a playful smile.

“Hi,” Alex replies. She gives Selina a quick kiss on the cheek. “You look lovely.”

“Flatterer.”

“I think I’m just being honest.”

“Well, like I said, you look beautiful yourself,” Selina says. She offers a hand to Alex. “Any chance I can convince a pretty woman like yourself to join me on the dance floor?”

Alex takes Selina’s hand in hers. “I’m sure you could.”

Selina grins as she guides Alex onto the dance floor. A soft, lilting orchestral song is playing, and Alex takes the lead, one hand resting on Selina’s hip. Selina puts her hand on Alex’s shoulder, gazing at her with a soft, affectionate expression.

Alex likes getting to hold Selina like this. She wishes that she could for this whole party.

But she also knows that Selina’s going to want to sneak off towards the auction hall. She’ll want to get her hands on something pretty— or something valuable to sell off.

Alex is at least glad that a lot of the money from things Selina steals go to charities. She’s always had a soft spot for animal shelters, but Alex knows she’s given money to women’s shelters too. Selina has a good heart, and that’s something that Alex has always seen in her.

As they move across the dance floor, though, Alex needs to make sure that Selina doesn’t take anything tonight.

“Remember to behave yourself,” she says.

Selina grins, a twinkle in her mismatched green and brown eyes. “I don’t know what you’re implying.”

“You know exactly what I’m implying,” Alex replies. She leans closer to whisper, “Keep your hands to yourself.”

“Am I supposed to completely?” She trails one hand down Alex’s side, the other massaging between her shoulder blades.

“Selina.”

“I know,” she says, pulling back to look at Alex again to be sure she can see her roll her eyes. “No stealing. But come on, Alley. I think both of us know we like the fun that comes from me getting into a little trouble.”

Selina’s not wrong. As much as Alex can play the always moral, always righteous attorney and vigilante, it’s exciting to get to leap into action as Solitaire, to give chase to Selina as she gets into something she really shouldn’t. Being with Selina under any circumstances is fun in a way that few other things are.

If there’s one thing that Alex is completely sure of, it’s that Selina has made her life better. So, she tells herself, she can be a little more flexible with the rules.

“If you do, at least be careful,” Alex says. She spins Selina around, with Selina coming to a stop in front of Alex again, pressing her back against her chest. This is definitely closer than the two of them should be for this dance, but Alex can’t find it in her to point that out when this lets her hold Selina so close.

“I will,” Selina promises. She looks back over her shoulder to Alex. “And I’m sure we’ll find plenty of ways to entertain ourselves here either way.”

Alex gives her a quick kiss on the cheek, savoring the feeling of Selina in her arms. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure we will.”

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hrodvitnon · 25 days

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Additional Sham-Goji (heh) thoughts I didn't include in yesterdays ask that I either forgot to mention or came up with afterwards.

I feel like Mothra definitely knows that Godzilla's putting up this front, but doesn't call it out because she also thinks that it's needed (for the time being). I have additional thoughts on her that I can go way more in depth on (if you'd like to hear them), but the short and simple version of those is that despite Monarch being the figurehead of the Coexistence campaign, Mothra's been doing by far the most heavy lifting to make it happen and believes that in order for both humanity and the Titans to survive- they need to learn to coexist ASAP. So much so that she's been tunnel-visioning on it since she convinced Godzilla to send Rodan to Castle Bravo (another one of my HCs, she pulled Goji's tail and was a major factor in getting Rodan sent there). Basically, Godzilla acting all kingly and desperate to live up to the humans' expectations is useful to her because she wants the same thing. She doesn't realize it may be tearing him up a little bit because A. he's good at hiding it and B. she's too busy trying to woo the humans to notice. Again, there's a lot more to this theory I can discuss later.

Kong I feel would be a very interesting character to see interact with this Godzilla, reason being is that he's sorta outside and isolated from the main kaiju world and culture. We've seen some consequences of this from him being a virgin- but I feel like having never interacted with any Titans off Skull Island would make him very different than say, Rodan- who grew up surrounded by Titans. For this case, he wouldn't have many- if any (bars) preconceived notions about Godzilla, compounded against be very observant as an Ape (cue callback to the 'weakspots' discussion). I expect it'd take one feigned nicety from Godzilla or a day of being around him for Kong to just go, "Drop the act dude, you aren't fooling anyone". Sorta like Rodan- but Rodan wouldn't do that because A. Godzilla would immediately reply with a snide comment about Rodan's own front (MAD type beat) and B. He knows it's kind of a sore spot for him and does it out of insecurity. Kong would have neither of these qualms and get on his case whenever his bullshit detector goes off. I can see Goji either getting really annoyed at this or actually starting to just be himself around Kong because he knows lying won't work on him anyways- so might as well just act candidly; and having someone he can always be candid around ends up being a path to healing for him.

(Apologies to everyone sending in asks for the long wait between answers, I'm juggling multiple things at once!)

Definitely something to consider for Mothra next time... and yes, I'm always eager for analysis. Also, I do like how Kong would be the type to not buy into any posturing for the sake of hiding one's real feelings, he's just like "stop being stupid and say what you mean."

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inovantyyy · 1 year

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beyblade metal fight headcanons i came up with 3 AM

Ryuga is a boomer. I have no logical reasoning for this, he just is. Kenta made fun of him a sum total of one time and he somehow has lived to tell the tale.

Outside of Beyblade, Gingka and Kyoya actually consider each other best friends. They overexaggerate their rivalry because they're both nerds but off the stadium they go to McDonalds and make fun of each other. How else do you explain that secret fist bump when Kyoya went to go fight Ryuga, like,,,,you're telling me they AREN'T friends???

Kenta has subconsciously been influenced by Ryuga's snark. He's mostly the same with his energetic, supportive self but piss him off and you will have a very Ryuga-esque remark about how you're an ugly basement dweller. Gingka is confused, Benkei and Madoka are scared but Kyoya thinks it's absolutely hilarious.

Madoka might not be a blader but she took martial arts as a kid so she could literally just beat the shit out of someone messing with her. Like some Beyblade gang could try and mug her and they'd go "lET iT RIp" and then she just steps on their beys and kicks their asses, unfazed. She could have KILLED Rago but she didn't want to steal Gingka's thunder.

The Legendary Bladers have a group chat after the whole nemesis fiasco to keep in touch (Ryuga lives AU). Dynamis is a boomer, Aguma and Ryuga leave everyone on read (except in Ryuga's case, he's also a boomer and doesn't know how to text so he just doesn't), Kenta's too busy to text bc he's teaching Ryuga how to use a phone, Kyoya's being extra as always and trying to start a fight, Gingka sends outdated 2017 memes, King sends cultured memes, Chris is regretting sharing his number to these dorks, everyone is trying their hardest not to cuss because Tithi is right there and Yuki is just staring at his phone like, "this is fine 😀"

During their travels Kenta couldn't help but ramble about a variety of different things about himself and his life and while he thought he was talking to a wall with how Ryuga was seemingly ignoring him, the dragon emperor listened to every word but would rather choke than admit that to ANYONE. Kenta included.

The Dark Nebula stole Ryuga from his real family before indoctrinating him to be the strongest Blader. Ryuto and Ryuga are unaware of each other's existence.

After the whole Fausttm incident, because Toby kept his white hair Masamune and Zeo made a lot of grandpa jokes at his expense (not to hurt him ofc but to just make Toby feel normal about it and that no one's too uncomfortable to joke about it). Toby takes it in stride and even plays along. ("Oh my god Toby, hurry up old hag!" "How DARE you treat your senior citizens this way? You youngens have it too easy nowadays!")

Kyoya needed glasses this whole time but because his ass is all like "Ugh I dont NEED glasses. My vision is perfect you DICKS." he never got them. Madoka and Gingka noticed one day and took him to an optometrist and beat some sense into him. "how the fuck are you gonna Beyblade if you can't even SEE where Leone is you dumb bitch" so he relents. He tries to ask for contacts but by an unfortunate stroke of bad luck, he's apparently very VERY sensitive to them so glasses are the only option. To look cool he does that thing where he holds them in his mouth but no one buys it and calls him out for being a huge dork.

Kyoya doesn't LIKE kids but unfortunately he is a child magnet. def supported by his "i'm destined to be followed by brats forever" comment. but he does end up warming up to Tithi even after the whole "Yo-Yo" thing. He made a crayon drawing of Kyoya and he pretended to hate it, but actually has it framed.

Reiji quits Beyblade for a bit, realising that he just can't find enjoyment in it without associating victory to his worth, but does end up coming back after Kenta convinces him that it can be fun and there is a lot more to it than just winning.

Nile and Masamune are best friends even more so than Nile and Kyoya idc i said so. I personally believe this because sometimes similar personalities don't necessarily make you closer to another person. Don't get me wrong Kyoya and Nile are still very VERY good friends but if Nile had to choose someone to go like idk ice skating with it'd be Masamune. Nile is calm, cool, collected while Masamune is an extra bitch. They both bring something out of each other that no one else can.

The fortune teller jokes Kyoya makes towards Dynamis never stops and one day this man has enough and is like "You know fucking what let me read your palm" and Kyoya's like "lmfao bet" and Dynamis inspects it thoroughly, he furrows his eyebrows and then looks up with Kyoya with intense seriousness and says, "Your destiny is sealed, my friend. You're going to die a very painful (and embarrassing) death soon." Kyoya, poor guy, stares at him with shock and is all like "STFU URE MESSING WITH ME" Dynamis just shrugs and walks off saying, "Let's just say, look both ways before crossing the road in future." and Kyoya, with the logic that Dynamis has predicted the future before, believes it whole heartedly and is freaking the fuck out. Kyoya now is adamant on always looking both ways before crossing the street now. every time Benkei is like "Bro there aren't any cars we can just go" Kyoya looks at Benkei like he just insulted his grandma and goes "NO. ROAD SAFETY LAWS ARE THERE FOR A REASON. I NOW KNOW THIS."

Mei Mei and Chao Xin are literally dumb and dumber best relationship in this show hands down. Like they're both so STUPID i love them so so so much.

Benkei and Gingka are Swifties. I have no explanation for this. I just know they are.

Aguma is actually a really goofy guy if you're really close to him. Bao just always knew Aguma was just a dork which is why he's never afraid of him.

Gingka gave Kyoya a lion plush as a gag birthday gift but jokes on him bc Kyoya actually loved it LMFAO. Now they have this unspoken tradition of giving each other gag birthday gifts bc these dumbasses just really like messing with each other.

Shoutout to the ten people still in this fandom and enjoy this meal <3

#beyblade metal fight #beyblade headcanons #headcanon #beyblade #dead fandom #beyblade metal saga #beyblade metal fusion #beyblade metal masters #beyblade metal fury #beyblade gingka #gingka hagane #kyoya tategami #kenta yumiya #benkei hanawa #mfb headcannons #mfb #metal fight beyblade

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i agree so much! i had hopes up until 4.09 that the writers were going somewhere with all of these (seemingly) loose threads they've been dangling. but now... it seems like we were just reading into things. i still like the show. but i've seen so many posts bending over backwards trying to convince ppl 4.09 was brilliant writing actually, that it wasn't supposed to be funny or make us laugh and that the lack of humor was by design and not rushed writing or editing. "i'm going to write an episode that is so humorless" said NO comedy writer ever! it failed to balance the dark with the comedy. but ppl defending it saying "that's the point!" give me big annie from community vibes like "the dean is a genius. he has to be. if he isn't i've given two weeks of my life to an idiot and that's unacceptable. therefore he's a genius and i will die protecting his vision!" like... it's ok to admit sometimes writers mess up or things get cut in editing or a subplot gets thrown out that makes things less satisfying that originally envisioned

Well... with the caveat that I haven't been reading the tag or other people's meta very much, nor have I seen much of Community...

I do agree that I just don't buy the theory that the episode wasn't supposed to be funny. They've brought up deep emotional turmoil and such before on this show, but always in a way that was funny. That's one of the greatest gifts that the writers usually have -- managing to pair serious topics with jokes that will make you just about cry laughing.

I feel like there would have been ways to actually signal that this wasn't supposed to be funny episode. Y'know, seeing Marwa's last moments. Getting hints that there might still be something in there left of her. Lingering more on the psychological trauma this might've done to Freddie, dick as he is. Seeing more lasting effects of any kind, honestly. Hell, even just engaging with some of the themes and characterization choices they've been making over the course of the season would have gone a long way in making this episode feel weightier.

But that doesn't happen. Plus, I mean... the jokes are there. They're all throughout the episode. They're just not particularly funny, nor do they distract from the very unfunny (but not serious, either?) shit that's going on. We don't really get any wham moments that aren't paired with jokes that just... don't really land.

I think the closest moments we get to things that feel purposefully not funny aren't in the writing at all, nor the framing, nor the direction. They're all Harvey, who decided he was going to play Guillermo's trauma as straight as humanly possible in an episode that otherwise treated the situation very lightheartedly.

Even that, I think, was probably supposed to be funny to a degree. Like they've tormented Guillermo tons of times before, made him cry, hurt him, almost killed him... and they usually manage to tell him he looks like wet undies at the same time. I think Guillermo's genuine emotions were kind of supposed to be a contrast to the silliness and they were supposed to heighten the humor. They just... didn't.

Like... Guillermo asking if they could turn the camera off hurt, but it's paired with the Freddies' silly Palatine Hill conversation. Guillermo lying in bed desolate hurt, but it's paired with Nandor's dumbass "and so he could have sex with him."

They are attempting to pair humor with these scenes, just like they always have. That humor just isn't funny enough to cut through the very real misery of it all.

To me, there was a surreal sort of disconnect while watching it, and it didn't feel purposeful. I didn't think "oh, they put this moment in for a record-scratch moment; they put this moment in to make us question this character, etc." I thought "oh... they don't realize that this is a topic that isn't funny to most of the viewer base."

Marwa was the biggest offender, obviously, and I really disagree with anyone who said that we were supposed to see her exit as horrifying. We did, obviously, but her treatment in the episode was such a fucking footnote that I think the writers saw her as a disposable plot device and assumed we would, too. But the implications of how they disposed of her were... a lot.

I'm thinking about what I think is probably the best use of "you were supposed to be laughing but you're not supposed to be laughing now" in any piece of media I've ever seen, and I think it was probably Disney's animated Mulan? Where they're singing a lighthearted song about war only to be confronted with the ugly reality of it right in the middle of the song. They stop singing. They do not sing again for the rest of the movie. This moment is treated as deadly serious and no one is telling any jokes, nothing silly or magical or hijink-y is happening. It's just desperately sad.

And no, that did not happen in WWDITS. Nandor kept being a dumb puppy whose stupidity we were supposed to laugh at. Laszlo returning with Colin was segued into a joke about the clown sucking his own dick. Guillermo's final stab in the heart was the HEIGHT of WWDITS's sort of weird hijinks dark humor.

Just... none of it was funny. When you add that to the shallow plot device characters, the pile of coincidences that were easy for the writers even if they didn't make sense for the plot (like Guillermo bringing Freddie back to the house in the first place), forgetting previous details from earlier in the series (Nandor sucking at hypnotizing people), the over-reliance on magic and hypnotism to smooth out plot holes/characterization struggles, and the blatantly awful treatment of Marwa...

I don't want to make it sound like I'm trying to be a dick out here shooting down other people's theories in the fandom or something, but like... Like. I personally do not buy that this was on purpose. I don't see anything in the episode to signal that this was supposed to be serious as opposed them trying to make it funny and just not succeeding. I can understand that drive to make sense of the writing decisions, but... honestly, frankly, I think the writers were just sloppy. I hate that it's true and I might be able to look past it, but I'm not going to pretend like it didn't happen. : /

#tbh I've talked about it on here before #but these days I mostly don't read in the fandoms I write in #it interferes with my creative process #sorry to sound like a douchebag but it's true #if I read too much of other people's writing in the same fandom it kills my drive to write myself #and that mostly applies to fic but it's a meta thing too #so I just avoid those things #and hang out in my head and dream my dreamy little dreams lmao #replies #wwdits tag #wwdits s4 spoilers

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Dream from 1/6/2024

I do not recall the events prior to this moment in my dream, but I know the location and setting very well as it's a recurring dream location for me.

It's partially a mall and partially an adventure park. There are rides in the mall, some water rides, and 2 roller coasters. One of the roller coasters shoots you past the harkins theater sign outside and feels like you're going a million miles an hour. The water rides have an eeriness to them. They give you the same uneasy vibe the small world ride gives you at Disneyland, or the backroom videos on youtube.

Outside, on one half of the mall there is a vast parking lot. When you walk out of the other side it's a dirt road with fields on either side. On the left hand side is a fenced in field with bright football lights and farming equipment. On the right is just grass and more dirt. The dirt road is long and at the end of it is another dirt road, you can either go left or right, but other than this road snd the mall when it gets dark outside you can't see anything except the mountains for miles.

I'm telling my sister about this guy I used to love on our way through the parking lot of this mall. It feels like the first time I've been back home in a long time and I am so excited to see everyone.

We walk into a few different stores but dont buy anything. At one point I send a text to this guy saying how much I missed him and wanted to hang out and see him.

Time is flying by, and in a matter of a few dreamy moments, we'd magically been at the mall for hours. So, my sister and I decided we'd better finish walking the mall. We are singing something loudly as we walk out of a department store.

This man with 2 friends says hello to her and tells her she's beautiful. I take a quick glance and notice we've somehow become a line of 5 people walking through the mall, myself on the right of my sister, and everyone else on my left. She seemed okay talking to this man while we walked, so I just stayed looking at the ground playing a game with myself trying to get 2 steps in per large tile, 1 step per small. Step on a crack break your mother back is one of those ryhmes that i'll remember till I die.

I get bumped by someone on my right. I look up to my right, and there he is, the guy I was telling my sister about and had sent a text to. He'd been one of the other two people with this man my sister was talking to, I just didn't notice him at first. We stopped walking.

He gives me a giant hug as I tell him I'd just text him, how excited I was to see him, and that I'd really wanted to hang out with him while I was in town. His arms were still around me, and he replied, "I really want to hang out with you too!" He lets go so the 5 of us keep walking and talking.

We get to the food court area in the middle of the mall where people eat and children play. There are still mass amounts of people, but everything is starting to close, so they're all heading back towards the parking lot.

I notice this group of people coming toward us. As they're walking towards us, I notice the gates to the food court stalls all come down at once, and suddenly, I am face to face with this blonde girl. She asks me if we want to go out to the fields with them since the mall will be completely closed soon.

I am unsure if I want to go, but my sister and the guy convince me we should.

Something feels wrong, but we make our way to the other end of the mall. It's very dark outside as we head toward the field. In my peripheral vision i see the light in the field is shining down on the farming equipment, but just as I glance over, the lights in the fields go out, and now there is almost complete darkness, with the only light coming from the moon.

I realize then that I am alone. My sister, the blonde, the guys we were with... everyone is gone. I walk towards the fields but grow scared as I don't see or hear anyone. I start running down the dirt road instead and make it to the end. My choice is to go left or right. The left is more darkness, the right is several more dirt roads.

I hear a faint scream from behind me in the fields and wake up.

I never told him I loved him.

#dream #writing

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All that’s left | Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

A/n: So, this is... a different reader in comparison from the one in the first part but I kinda like it? Anyway, Im considering making a third part and im thinking it'll contain some smut. I used google translator so please don't judge me. Tell me what you think. Happy reading.

All that's left pt. 1

Warnings: angst, mentions of scars, swearing, implied smut?

Word count: 3.263

Summary: After moving from her life in New York, away from the Avengers and him, she finds happiness and a life that she actually enjoys, but that seems to last little when she spots the familiar jet on the roof of the building she lives in. Is she ready to face them? To face him?

*Three months later*

The warm air surrounding my body made me take a deep breath and unconsciously smile. I was happy, I was free, I was whole. I was with my neighbor drinking coffee in our usual spot, which was a cafe near the main street of the place that I decided was going to become my new home.

“Продолжай рассказывать мне о своем боссе, который сводит тебя с ума” (Keep on telling me about your boss who drives you crazy) Andrei said making me laugh and shake my head.

“Не о чем говорить, он просто засранец, который дает мне слишком много работы и заставляет меня плакать” (Nothing to talk about, he's just an asshole who gives me too much work and makes me want to cry) I laughed. I had met Andrei a week after I moved in and there was an immediate connection. No, it wasn’t in a romantic one, god no, we were just really good friends that had a lot in common.

“Now now, that was not what i saw the other day when i went to pick you up from work” He said with a playful smirk plastered on his light brown face. I gasped, a fake indignant expression on my face while my hand went to my chest. He laughed loudly. “Don’t play that card, I saw you!” he added

“I don’t know what you are talking about” I said, trying to fight the smile that tried to come out but failing miserably, we both laughed.

He and I had become quite close in the little time that we had known each other. He was an American with a Russian name. He explained that his mother was from the states while his father was a russian spy, they fell in love against all odds and eventually, Andrei was brought to this world. When he was fifteen his father died and he and his mom went to America, where he finished high school and surprisingly, entered the military. He did two tours before he decided that he had enough and returned to Russia. Hence why he could speak both Russian and English fluently. As for me, I told him that I was in some sort of organization that worked for the government, and that’s why I knew russian. He believed me, thank God, I didn’t want to talk about how I was part of the Avengers and why I left. Obviously I will tell him when the time is right and I know that he can be fully trusted.

“Oh, come on Ames, are you going to tell me that you don’t like him one bit? Not in the slightest?” he asked, smiling and I shook my head. He stayed silent for a second and stared at me, like he was considering whether he should ask me something or keep quiet. “Is it because of him?” he finally asked, watching me closely to see my reaction. I felt my stomach twist at the mention of him. Of course it was because of him, because of them, I couldn’t afford getting hurt and betrayed one more time. Andrei didn’t know his name, or theirs for that matter, so I smiled weakly and nodded.

“Yeah, I know it sounds stupid but… I just can’t afford getting hurt, not again, not anymore” I said looking at my hands.

“I understand, believe me I do” he said, his hand reaching out to hold mine. I looked up to find his brown eyes looking for mine, I saw nothing but genuine love -the friendly kind- in them. I smiled and squeezed his hand. He was going to say something but his phone rang; a notification. He withdrew his hand to look at his phone and the moment he did, people around us started getting up and running in the same direction. I looked at him confused to find him frowning at his phone.

“What is it?” i asked.

“The Avengers are here…” He said and my heart skipped a beat and my body went rigid. Andrei noticed. “What 's wrong?”. Well, there’s no use keeping him from the truth anymore.

“So, remember when I told you that I worked for an organization for the government? Okay don’t freak out and hate me but, here it goes” I took a deep breath. “That organization was called The Red Room were they trained me from a very young age to be a perfect cold-blooded killer, years later i escaped and was on the run until i got a new identification, name, address, new everything and then joined the avengers to amend the wrongs I made in the past. To my luck, it didn’t go great because it ended up breaking me the same way The Red Room did, so I left to find a fresh start and came here where I met you. Please don’t hate me” I concluded in one breath. Andrei was silent with a straight face, which was hard to read, and eventually after a few seconds that felt like an eternity and shrugged his shoulders. WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN.

“Believe it or not, I've heard worse” he simply said

“Worse than finding out that your best friend is a train killer and former avenger?” i asked incredulously and he tilted his head and smirked

“US Agent mother and Russian spy father” He said. I laughed and he followed right after. “So, I'm guessing we are running away?” he asked. Say what now?

“We?” I asked, almost in shock to which he simply nodded, “You don’t think im just gonna let you go like that, please, is not that easy to get rid of me” he snorted. “And I'm supposing Amelia is not your real name either, given the fact that you ran off,” he added. Damn, he is good.

“Y/n, y/n y/l/n” I said and he slowly smiled

“Well y/n, nice to meet you, my name is Andrei Petrova” he said, extending his hand, i repeated his action with the same smile. “I’ve got to say, I like the name y/n more than Amelia '' he added and laughed. We were brought back to the matter at hand when the screaming of the people were getting louder. I snapped my head up and saw the familiar jet on the roof of the building where I was living.

“Here’s what we are going to do, I’m going to my apartment and buy us some time while you go get a car and,” i handed him my card “you are going to get all the money from my bank account. I will meet you in front of the cafe that’s two blocks away from my place”

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked with clear worry in his eyes. I smiled and nodded

“Yes, I promised. Now go” I said before he got up and ran. I sighed and went to my apartment. Was I really going to do this? After months, was I ready to face them, already knowing the truth? Well, guess I'm going to find out.

Once in the building I decided to programmed the lights to go out in 50 minutes and then I went to the elevator, wanting to appear as normal as possible even though I felt like my heart was going to explode from how fast it was beating inside my rib cage. When the elevator stopped at my floor I walked until I was standing in front of my door. I didn’t need to wait and confirm, I knew they knew I was here, now there’s only one thing left to do. But before I did anything, the door creaked open.

*10 hours earlier*

Bucky paced from one side to the other, finding himself incapable of staying put. Natasha sat silently on her chair, Tony was in the front with his head in between his hands, Steve was resting on the side of the wall looking at the floor, Bruce was just standing there holding his chin analyzing everyone in the room. Sam sat on the couch looking through his phone, Vision was sitting next to Wanda on the other couch, while Clint and Thor were sitting on the other chairs. Peter had some school stuff to deal with like the teenager that he was. They’ve been looking for her for the past three months, and about a week ago, a picture was found of someone that looked exactly like her, all except her hair that was a bit shorter and the color was different, but other than that, it was practically her.

Not wanting to get their hopes -or rather enthusiasm- up, they decided to look deeper and found out that the picture was taken a month ago in the city of Magadan located in Russia. They found out that before three months, the name Amelia Agapov, didn’t exist. The more they looked into it, the more they were convinced that it was her.

“The mission report from Agent Carter arrived, should i put it on the screen?” the voice of the AI filled the room. The team had been waiting for that report for days, the nerves of the question that lingered in the air ‘was it her?’ being present for that time only grew stronger as Stark asked FRIDAY to project the report on the screen.

Pictures were shown, most of them were about this woman buying in the market, having coffee with a guy, but there was one, where her face was looking straight into the lens of the camera, and it was that picture that left the people in the room absolutely rigid. It was her.

“We found her…” Tony said in a whisper. Everybody kept their gaze on the picture on the big screen. After months looking for her, they finally had found her. To everyone, it was like someone just discovered something new, a kind of relief and anxiety all at the same time.

“Suit up, we’re going to get her” Steve said to the group, but see, it was the choice of words from Cap that Bucky found unsettling.

“Get her? Like she is some kind of criminal?” he said, looking at his best friend dead in the eye. Steve opened his mouth to say something but Tony beat him to it.

“She was trained by The Red Room to be an assassin, we can expect nothing more from her '' He said, trying to calm Bucky down, but instead it only caused him to get angrier, and not only him.

“So was I” Natasha said, her voice low that could scare anyone to the bone if they weren’t so used to her.

"It's different" Tony said

“How is it different?” Wanda said this time, “It wasn’t when you practically recluded me after I helped Ultron and tried to kill you all” she added.

Tony sighed and looked down, realizing that he might be overreacting.

“Let’s just get suit up and get on with it” Steve said, cutting the rather awkward silence that filled the room.

The avengers were suit up and on the quinjet in less that forty-five minutes, and they were in Madagan in nine hours, it took them an hour to find her building, and once they found it, Clint landed the jet on the roof and they all got out and looked for her apartment. Funny enough, it was the same number as the one she used to live in New York; 108. They waited for what seemed an eternity until they heard footsteps just outside the door. Suddenly, the air felt thick with anticipation, but Bucky couldn’t wait any longer so he crossed the living room in two steps and opened the door. She was standing there. Silence took over the entire apartment until she broke it.

“Well, are you going to move so that I can get inside my goddamn apartment Barnes?” she said expectantly. Bucky realized that he had been staring at her since he opened the door. Her hair was different, more wavy and a shade or two lighter. He moved to the side and she was able to see the rest of the team. This was going to be one hell of an evening.

Breathe. In… and out…

It was hard. Fuck. Okay i can do this.

“Well isn’t this nice. All the team back together again!” I said with sarcasm dripping from every letter.

“What the hell did we ever do to you?” Steve said firmly.

“Damn, getting straight into it. That’s okay” i shrugged as I went to my room but the sound of the blasters of Tony's suit stopped me.

“Stop, don’t take another step” He said, lifting his hands and I smiled.

“Really? Well unfortunately i have to change, so i’ll leave the door open if it makes you comfortable” i said as i continued to walk to my room, and like I said, i left the door open.

“Y-you don’t have to do that, you can…” Wanda said but trailed off. I had taken my shirt off; my scars were shown.

“So, Steve” I broke the silence as I put on a black shirt, “the thing that you did wasn’t as bad as tin man over there, but you still let Hydra take me the day we took out the helicaries” i added. His face got pale and started shaking his head.

“What? No, you made it out safe, you-” He started saying but i interrupted him

“You sure? Who do you think stopped Rumlow when he tried to interfere with the exchange of the chip when you were in the helicarrier with Bucky?” He started thinking for a moment until he realized what I said fell into place. “Yeah, I took one hell of a beating, and if that wasn’t enough, I fell to the water. I fell thirty floors down, and I alone got myself out, because I didn't have anyone to cover me or have my back” i concluded.

“Your scars…” Tony said this time and i turned to him

“Yeah, thanks to you Mr. Stark” i said and he looked at me. “Doctor said that 74% of my body is covered with scars, along with one or two burns”

“You were that girl in The Red Room” Natasha said, causing me to turn my head to look at her and I smiled cynically, “You are Eliza” she finished.

“Давно не виделись с Натальей” (Long time no see Natalia) i said and she looked at me in pure surprise in her faced. That’s something coming from the famous Black Widow.

“What about the rest of us y/n?” Sam said this time, redirecting my attention from Natasha to the rest of the group. Thor was standing there holding his hammer, Bruce was next to the fridge, Clint was by the sink, Wanda was with Vision beside the kitchen table and Bucky was by the door. They were all looking at me. I took a look at the clock, I have to leave in less than thirty minutes.

“Long story short, Clint, Bruce, Sam, Wanda and Vision are the ones that didn’t do anything, so just chill out, you are still on my good side” I smiled and waved my hand.

“Hold on, but what did I do?” Thor asked and I looked at him.

“God it really is unfair how such a little thing can cause such a big problem. The first time you came down to earth, met Jane, bla bla bla… when her stuff was under custody of shield, and you took that notebook; they blamed me. I know it may seem weird because, how? Thing is, I was undercover at that time inside Shield, so when the notebook disappeared, guess who was the one that got beaten for it. I couldn’t move from the pain.”

Thor was standing completely still.

“Lady y/n…”

“How is it possible? I was there and never saw you” Clint interrupted Thor.

“It was before the avengers, i was on the run and a girl's gotta eat. Don’t worry, I never gave them anything. Got the money and then killed them, they were nobodies” I shrugged off.

“So, that’s all you needed to know, so if you please leave my…” I said but then he interrupted me.

“No” I would be lying if I said it didn’t send shivers down my spine at his tone, and I hate even more that he noticed it. “You’re missing one doll” Well fuck me

I turned to see him and he was walking painfully slow towards me and I was praying for my legs to not give out.

“Barnes” I simply said, thanking God and all the saints that it didn’t come out as a whimper. I took a look at the clock once more. I have to leave. Now. “Such a shame, wish you had fought for us, I would have gone through hell and back for you, Buck” his eyes were looking straight to my own and I felt like he was staring at my bare soul. In a way, he was. I smiled and I saw behind my back that the team was looking at us, we’ve never been this close, not in public anyway. I standed on my tiptoes and reached for his right ear, he instinctively reached down so it was a bit easier for me.

“If you want to know, you’ll have to find me first дорогой” (Sweetheart) I whisper. Next thing, the light went out just like I programmed it to and I slid beside Bucky to reach out to the door and to the hall. I could hear the team screaming ‘what the hell just happened’. I ran to the emergency stairs, and once out I could still feel him behind me, getting close. I went into an alley, having to detour, knowing that he eventually was going to catch up to me and I couldn't have him follow where I was really going. A few seconds later, I felt him caging me to the wall on the alley, both of us breathing heavily. His flesh hand went to my throat and his metal one rested on the wall.

“Given a different occasion, I would have loved this, don’t get me wrong, I still love how you…”

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked huskily and I smiled.

“I told you, you’ll have to wait until you find me again. Alone.” i said

“Come on Barnes, do you really think that the charade of being your personal fuck toy would last forever?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It wasn’t like that, i…” he said but trailed off. The pain in my chest starting and clenching my heart.

“There it is…” i said lowly, the hurt in my voice evident, “listen, i’d love to keep talking about how you used me, but like i said,” i got close to his face, my nose touching his, “find me to found out” after that, I raised my knee kicking him right in between his legs.

He let out a pained groan and fell to the floor, causing his grip in my neck to give out. I took advantage and ran. Two blocks away, I saw Andrei. When he saw me running to him, he immediately got in the car and turned the engine on, then I got in.

“Drive, fast” it was the first thing i said

“Where?” he asked while we took off. I smiled and looked at him

“You’ll see”

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capypub · 2 years

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Summer Wine (Ch. 9)

Bruno Madrigal x Original Female Character

Rating: G (General Fluff)

(Masterlist)

FIVE WEEKS LATER...

As another month passed, Bruno gradually became more comfortable walking through the village. His lack of visions had seemed to make the villagers more comfortable by his presence as well. Perhaps, they also were at ease seeing Marisol around him so frequently, finally realizing the seriousness of their relationship.

Bruno had taken it upon himself to spend as much time alone with Marisol as he could, showing up at the cantina with a basket of food and a blanket draped over his shoulder, asking her to sit by the river and enjoy lunch with him. They went for walks through the forests in the evenings sometimes, following the paths cleared by the children who often played there once they had gone home for the night.

He even went as far as to buy her a necklace from the local goldsmith who gladly created a unique piece at Bruno’s request. When he gave her the necklace, she was shocked at first, but it quickly shifted to excitement as she nearly cried from joy.

At one point, Bruno even had the opportunity to meet her parents. They had come from their home on the outskirts of the village to have dinner with Marisol and Rafael. When they met Marisol’s novio, they welcomed him warmly, unfazed by the dying whispers of his omens and terrible prophecies. Her mother, like his own, even hinted at the idea of marriage to which Marisol simply laughed and shook her head, having grown used to the conversation after so many attempts by Alma.

He had to admit, the idea of proposing had been on his mind frequently the more time they spent together. He had even began thinking of how he wanted to propose, where, and what he would say. Such thoughts usually spiked his anxiety as he worried about messing it up in ways only he could. He brought his worries to the only men he felt he could trust with such information, his own cuñados.

“Finally!” Felix bellowed, grabbing Bruno, and hugging him tightly, shaking him from side to side in his excitement.

“Ya, Felix, don’t break him before he can even ask the question,” Augustin joked, patting Bruno’s shoulder afterwards in his own form of congratulations.

“Have you bought the ring yet?” Felix asked, lowering his voice so that he would not alert anyone in the house, especially Dolores.

"Not yet...I'm having it...made right now, the goldsmith has been working with esmereldas recently and I figured, why not,” he explained, having examined some of the emerald gems himself when he was initially buying the gold necklace.

“Ah, muy bueno, amigo, I’m sure she’ll be very pleased with your choice,” Augustin praised him.

“When do you think it will happen?” Felix asked.

“Soon…” Bruno nodded, as if trying to convince himself.

“It’s normal to be nervous, hermano, I was definitely shaking in my sandals when I asked your sister,” Felix admitted, “I almost broke abuela’s favorite vase fumbling to get on my knee,” he admitted with a grin.

“What if…she says…you know…no?” Bruno asks, struggling to even vocalize the idea.

“Nonsense, Brunito, what you two have is very special, she’s going to say yes,” Augustin tried to comfort him, but lingering thoughts of doubt still swam around Bruno’s mind.

“I’m sure she’s just as ready to be su esposa, everyone can see it,” Felix added with a confident nod.

“What’s this about an esposa?” Pepa asked, finding the men huddled together in the courtyard, her cloud beginning to shift as she suspiciously eyed her husband who immediately went to her side and kissed her temple.

“Nothing, mi vida, we were just teasing Brunito,” he said smoothly, beginning to guide her back into the house with him.

Augustin shot a sly wink at him as he too began to walk towards the house. Bruno caught Felix give him a thumbs up behind Pepa’s back as they disappeared inside. Feeling somewhat more relieved by the idea of proposing, he went to the goldsmith to inquire about when the ring would be ready.

With a knowing grin, the goldsmith had told him he would have it ready by tomorrow morning, teasingly asking Bruno if he would be ready by then to ask.

Walking back to the casita, Bruno pondered how he wanted to go about his proposal. He considered doing it at casita but discussing with his family first so that they would give him the privacy to do so. He thought maybe going to her favorite spot by the waterfall might be more romantic, as she loved watching the fish as they went downstream. Perhaps he could take her to the vineyard where her parents could witness. As he continued to think of places, he accidently bumped into Rafael, who had not seen him walking as he was carrying a large crate in his arms.

“Lo siento,” Bruno said, stepping to the side and helping Rafael balance against the sudden shift in weight of the crate.

“No problemo,” Rafael responded, setting the crate down on a nearby rock, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, actually,” he began, crossing his arms over his chest.

Even though Bruno was older than Marisol’s brother, the man still beat him in brute strength. After years of working in the vineyard, maintaining peace in the cantina when some of the villagers had too much to drink and attempted to start a fight, and carrying such large cases of heavy bottles around, he knew Rafael could easily take him down with one swing. Plus, it was expected to remain in good standings with her family, especially if he wanted to propose to her.

“Sí, claro,” Bruno agreed, nervously fidgeting with his ruana under the intense gaze of the younger man.

“You’ve been with my sister for many months, it seems,” he said, “mis padres are beginning to wonder if they should be expecting a wedding soon,” he continued, arching a brow as Bruno gulped loudly.

“Ah…well actually…I, uh, was…well, I am…g-going…to…yes, they will…hopefully be receiving…news…uh, soon,” he stammered, wishing he could have avoided this conversation until he had everything more prepared.

Rafael stared at him for a long moment, watching as Bruno became more nervous as the silence progressed. “Bueno,” he finally nodded.

“Uh…did you have any…suggestions, perhaps? I want to make this special for her,” Bruno asked as Rafael lifted the crate and turned to walk away.

“It’s your proposal,” he shrugged as best he could with the crate in his arms, “she’ll probably be less nervous if you do it in private,” he added over his shoulder as he returned to his task.

“In private…” Bruno sighed, still not any closer to a decision on where or how…

FIVE DAYS LATER...

He’d been holding onto the ring for days after collecting it from the goldsmith. Unable to come up with some special, grand display, he continued to wait until the moment presented itself.

Marisol sat beside him, watching intensely as two of the rats moved about the tiny stage he had made long ago, engrossed in the story they were acting out.

“If Margarita doesn’t figure out her brother killed her husband, I’m going to flip this table,” she huffed, more to herself than to him, watching as the “female protagonist” rat perched on her hind legs.

Bruno couldn’t help but smile, loving how she enjoyed his odd hobbies. She’d even taken to reading some of the half-finished scripts he had created during his time in the wall, complimenting his story-telling skills and urging him to finish some of them, claiming she had to know what happened.

The arm that had been loosely curled around her shoulders gently pulled her closer, his hand beginning to twirl the end of her hair between his fingers. She briefly glanced at him before returning her attention to the makeshift telenovela in front of them.

“Mi amor,” Bruno began hesitantly, feeling the weight of the ring grow heavier in his pocket.

“Hmm?” she responded, giving him her full attention.

“I…I, uh…are you thirsty? Let me get something for us to drink,” he said, instantly overtaken by his nerves at the idea of asking her the question, jumping up from his spot on the sofa and walking stiffly into the kitchen.

“Oh…okay,” she said, obviously confused by his behavior.

As Bruno paced in the kitchen, he began muttering himself, partially trying to hype himself up, partially talking himself down. His doubts began to overtake his confidence, he picked at his nails, wishing he could just ask her already.

“Did you do it yet?” Dolores’s voice startles him, causing him to jump at the sudden intrusion.

“Aye, miercoles, don’t do that!” he said, his hand over his heart.

“Sorry, tío, I just…I can’t keep pretending like I don’t know…you have to do it soon,” she tried to reason with him.

“Dolores,” he sighed, running a hand through his messy curls, “I’m trying…I really am, but…” he trailed off with a nervous sigh.

“Don’t think too hard, she’s going to say yes,” she said, giving his arm a comforting squeeze as she moved past him to collect two cups and a pitcher of aguapanela, pouring some into each glass and handing it to him.

Bruno could only nod, still feeling the nerves creep along his spine. He hesitated, but with a helpful push from Dolores, he returned to the sofa where Marisol waited, holding one of his rats in her palm as it sniffed and played with her fingertips. He set the cups down, dropping back into his spot beside her, fidgeting with his hands as he kept his eyes forward.

“Everything okay, mi amor, you’re acting…stranger than usual?” she teased him lightly, turning her body to face his.

“Ah…just…you know…yeah…” he chuckled nervously, reaching forward to occupy his mouth with one of the drinks, trying to ease his nerves.

“Did you have a vision again?” she asked, immediately sounding worried that he was trying to recover from the exhaustion of a forced vision.

“No, no, mi preciosa, just…some things on my mind,” he shrugged, trying to sound casual, but failing epically.

“Anything I can help with?” she questioned, slipping her hand into his.

“Nothing to worry about, lo prometo,” he said, leaning over to kiss the side of her head.

She seemed to hesitantly accept his answer, settling back into his side to watch three of the rats begin to play on the table in front of them, smiling fondly as she had grown as attached to his pets as she did to him.

Bruno’s mind wandered as they sat in comfortable silence, internally battling himself to just do it already, to get on the floor and ask her to marry him. His thoughts wandered to the potential events that would follow his proposal, imagining both of their families watching with joy as they stood at the altar, imagining her in a beautiful dress, imagining the moment he could call her his wife.

“Bruno…Bruno…?” her voice startled him from his daydream.

He blinked slowly, turning to face her again, only to find her watching him with a slightly arched brow, like she knew he wasn’t completely with her in that moment. She tilted her head just slightly, seeming to realize that whatever he was thinking about was taking up a lot of his mental energy.

“¿Sí, mi vida?” he asked, trying to clear his thoughts.

“Are you sure nothing’s bothering you?” she asked again, giving him the opportunity to come out right and say whatever he’s stressing about.

“Uh…I wanted…-w-well…I-I know that…uh, it’s been…but I d-don’t want to…I…” he stumbled, his body seeming to shrink into itself to make him seem smaller and less noticeable, as if that would shift the focus off of him even if it was just the two of them in the room.

“You’re making me nervous, mi amor,” she said softly, “what’s going on with you?”

Suddenly, the sofa they sat on shifted as casita moved the tiles below them. They were lifted to their feet, Marisol gasping at the sudden movement. Bruno caught himself just before he could fall to the floor, landing on one knee, the other bent under him as he tried to regain his balance. In the commotion of casita’s sudden decision to kick them off the sofa, he didn’t realize the box holding the ring had slipped from his pocket, falling onto the floor with a soft thud.

“Casita, no!” he cried, attempting to scramble for the ring and cover it with his body before Marisol could notice what had happened.

The tiles flipped again around the box before he could grab it, rolling it around the floor until it landed on the table, between their cups, popping open to reveal the sparking emerald tucked into the light cushion of its box.

“Ay, mierda,” he groaned, dragging his hands down his face as he knew there was no going back now.

“Bruno?” Marisol questioned, unsure of what she was looking at.

“Mi vida…” he sighed, remaining on his knee, taking her hand, looking up at him as he trembled slightly, trying to form the right words, “I love you…I…I want to spend the rest of my life with you…m-m-marry me?” he asked, releasing a shaky breath as she stared down at him, her mouth slightly open as her free hand came to hover over her mouth.

“Are you serious?” she asked in a whisper, still watching him with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry, you don’t…you don’t need to answer…I…I should hav-,”

“Yes,” she said, cutting him off just as began to stand, attempting to snatch the box and return it to his pocket.

“¿Como?” he asked, unsure if he heard her correctly.

“Yes, I want to marry you, Bruno,” she said a bit louder, her own voice trembling slightly as tears formed in the corner of her eyes.

“Really?” he gasped, unable to fully comprehend what was happening as he slowly rose to his feet.

She nodded excitedly, not trusting her own voice as she jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. He caught her with ease, still somewhat in shock that she had actually said yes, after days of stressing himself about doing this to begin with.

He was shaken from his thoughts as they heard clapping and cheers from above them. Marisol pulled away slightly, her arms staying around him as they both looked up to see all of the Madrigals watching from the second floor, the children leaning over the banister trying to get closer.

“Congratulations!” Mirabel called, clapping excitedly.

Antonio had poked his head through the railing, gripping the bars as he beamed down at his tío and soon-to-be tía. The family came down the stairs to each personally embrace and congratulate the couple. Dolores must have informed that what was happening, having heard them from wherever she was in the house.

The next couple hours were a rush of movement, his sisters flocking Marisol to inquire about details for the wedding, the rest of the family gathering around Bruno to exclaim how proud and happy they were for him. His mother pulled him into a tight embrace, squeezing his cheeks between her hands and kissing his forehead softly.

“I’m so proud of you, Brunito,” she said softly, smiling with warmth.

From there, the adults continued to celebrate by enjoying a round of wine. Julieta, after finishing her drink, went into the kitchen with Dolores and Isabela to prepare something special for dinner that evening. Bruno was quick to take Marisol’s hand, pulling her close to him as they talked and laughed with the family, the entire mood of the house shifting to one of celebration as the couple held each other close, the family soon scattering to do who knows what.

“Shall we attempt round two of what just happened with my parents or wait until tomorrow?” she asked once they had a moment to breathe.

“Maybe tomorrow, mi amor,” Bruno suggested thoughtfully, “I’d like to celebrate with you…in private,” he said with a smirk, his expression shifting to a grin as she nodded and eagerly led him up the stairs to his room.

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demonictales · 3 years

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BITTERSWEET - XUE YANG X READER

this wasn't requested but i got this idea shortly before i fell asleep so i figured I'll give it a try and see where I'll land with it. let me know what you think, aite? characters briefly featured: nie huaisang, nie mingjue, wei wuxian, lan wangji about 3k words

TW: MURDER, CHILD ABUSE, DEATH

It was a bright day in Yueyang as you walked quietly next to your father, only sweet eight years of age. You were the youngest of clan leader Chang Ci'an's children, your older brother Chang Ping, at home complaining why you were allowed to follow your father to Yueyang on this day while he had to learn swordman ship. It was your birthday, so you begged your father to let you come along and you did. Looking out of the window of the ox cart you were riding the eyes of the young child were looking left and right, dazzling items everywhere. But the toy stall was mostly what caught your attention.

"Diē diè, can I have some toys?" The angel like soft tone of your voice making your father laugh heartily. " How much more do you want today ? " He responded patting the place next to him. "Pretty please? It's my eight birthday. -- " You argued. "After I am done with my business here we'll walk the market." It was his final word and you were more than happy. Perhaps you'd even bring something for your brother. Not long after spoken words and a few hours after midday you finally enjoyed the market running from stall to stall until a sweet scent filled your nostrils. Your eyes became big when you spotted the freshly baked sweet pastries on a stall, running for it and it seemed you weren't the only one being lured by the sweetness flowing through the air of the Yueyang market. Next to you stood a boy, probably around your age, a bit taller than you and not as clean. His clothes were ripped apart and dirty, a beggar you concluded. It kind of made you sad but you couldn't do anything about it. One of the servants had caught up and you ushered him to buy you some pastries, delightfully taking a bite as you saw the boy next to you eyeing them. He could take them off of you if he'd ran fast enought but fate had different plans. You handed him some, two pastries, because you wanted too. He seemed hungry and you hated the feeling of being hungry to an extrend that made your eight year old body angry in a different way. You'd throw quite the tantrums. Perhaps that came from being to spoiled by your father. And speaking of the devil here he came, voice rough and loud. " Boy, do you want some pastries? " Ci'an asked, but you knew his tone, he wanted something in return. Your father did not even let the boy speak at all while pulling out an envelope. " If you can deliever this letter, young boy, I'll buy you the pastries. Find me afterwards." That was something nice you thought to yourself. Making him word but giving him food as payment. What your naive little mind did not know was that your father had other plans in mind and simply kept walking away from the pastries stand, leaving you to walk around on your own for a little while longer before asking you to hop onto the cart again to leave for home as it was soon dinner time. Xue Yang did gladly do as he was told for he could have some sweets and finally some food in his stomach. Yet the encounter didn't go as planned, instead he was angering the recipient of the letter and the boy had to deal with the consequences. Being dragged to the nearby liquor shop next to the stall where pastries were sold Ci'an and his daughter were long gone, leaving a young naive boy hungry outside, waiting in despair for trusting people. All the boy wanted was something to eat, so he roamed the streets until he found the man and his ox cart, a girl's head looking out of the window excitedly as she spotted the boy. "Diē diè! Diē diè!" You spoke loudly, rushing your father to stop the cart as the boy was running behind. " The boy has returned. You have to buy him pastries now." Though, as naive as you were you saw another side of your father that day, changing moods from being so generous to annoyed and angry. You had never seen him like that. And he did not stop the cart, not until the boy ran in front of it, halting it on his own terms. The scene played in front of your innocent eyes, making you cry. This was not how you knew your father to be, not in your eyes. The sound of the whip beating flesh making you fall back onto the ground of the cart, begging your dad to stop as it scarred you. Crying like a coward, just like the display of your father made your anxiety well up. For far you enjoyed your day, your birthday. Getting more toys, even finding something for A-Ping, your older brother and even sharing pastries with the boy outside just to see it all turn into a small nightmare during day. The sudden movement of the cart made you fall back again onto the ground until you heard a scream from underneath. It was not something you wanted to ever hear again. But the yells from people

around reminded you of what your father had just done. 'How cowardly to hurt a child. ' ' He really has no shame. ' 'Chang Ca'in you bastard.' 'Stop involving others in your quarrels. ' Peaking outside, you only saw a small group of homeless people gather around the boy who's name you never learned. Lying on the ground bleeding in pain and agony, holding his hand while crying. If you could only help him as you rode further away from the scene, back home. The past few days did not change a lot, you practically begged your older brother or any servant to take you to YueYang to find the boy and eventually one servant gave in. It took you a lot of convincing but you tried your best to find the boy. You had packed a small bag with bread and cheese and fruit. It wasn't a lot but it should be enough for a day or two. You even stole money from your father, hopefully it was enough to let a doctor help him. Ever since that day you saw your father in different eyes and learnt quickly he wasn't as great as you thought he was. You were only eight but you grew up faster than you wanted it to be true. You had spent all morning trying to find the boy until noon, you asked any beggar on the street, any stall owner, anyone you could probably think of and find until you found him dozing near the liquor shop next to the pastries. Their sweet scent filing the air around you once more. Carefully you approached the young boy, afraid you might scare him. He looked peaceful lying there and you did not want to wake him up. He sure had to be in pain. As quietly as you could you put down the small bag with food next to him, along the way you even bought a small bottle he could fill up with water. You wanted to apologize for your father's actions but you did not want to disturb him so you whispered something while being crouched down next to him. "I'm really sorry, little brother. Please eat well and get treatment or medicine. I wish it would not have happened.. Hopefully, you can accept my sincere apology." Little did you know he was listening as your eyes scanned his hand, you could not imagine the pain he had gone through, but there wasn't much more that you could do. You knew you were in trouble if your father found out you apologized to a beggar, especially to someone he caused harm to. Yet no one but Xue Yang knew that the two of you would meet soon again.

THIRTEEN YEARS LATER

You had soon learned to leave your home as fights with your father became bigger and more unbearable. You were ashamed to be a part of his cowardly behaviour and did not tolerate it. So eventually when you turned eighteen, you left the manor and roamed the cultivation world, working on yourself, getting to know yourself and making aquaintances. One of your aquaintances was Nie Huaisang. He was a refreshing young man you'd enjoy drinking with, leading you to meet Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng and even the most famous Lan Wangji along your journey. Nie Huaisang had become a good friend of yours, eventually you were a welcome guest at Qinghe. It was rare but welcomed, you saw him as family, a brother you enjoyed spending time with. Even now, you resided at Qinghe having Nie Mingjue talking sense into you for going back home on your mother's birthday and visiting her. Your father's reputation had spread wide and far over the years, making you embarrassed to even carry the last name of Chang but here you were, bowing to the clan leader and biding your farewell. Qinghe might never be your home nor would the Nie Clan ever be your family, but at least you had a place to stay and you were more than thankful of it. Many times had you spoken to Mingjue and expressed your thanks and all you could do was to repay his hospitality with loyalty. Hard to earn but easy to give and be accepted. Leaving at dawn it took you about two days to arrive at Yueyang. At the gates of a place you called home, though the atmosphere around it did make you shiver as you tigthly held onto your sword. Something seemed terribly off and it was a feeling you hadn't felt in years, nothing except one thing could compare to it. The hair on the back of your neck stood up, as you slowly approached the gates of what was once your home. Unbeknownst to you, someone was watching rather excitedly from the rooftop, ready to attack at any given moment. The quietness drove you mad as you kicked the door open, being greeted by hanging corpses yet the scenery of mass murder unfolded behind them. There was you clan, wiped out from existence. Elders, children, servants and anyone you once knew, lying in their own poodles of crimson colored blood. What happend? Who did this? Where was your brother? Where was your mother and your father? All security forgotten you run forward, looking for your parents. " Mother! --- Mother! " Unwillingly your vision became blurry as you stumbled through the corpses of what once belonged to your name. The stinging smell of death making it hard to breath. How many days were they laying there for already? A loud dull thud was heard as you fell to your knees, tears running silently down your pale cheeks as you cradled your mother's cold body to your chest, sobbing without content. Oh how he enjoyed the drama unfold in front of his eyes, better than any theater you could see at the market. Though even he did not let one person live, something about her seemed familiar. He could not pin point it, all he wanted was the revenge for what this man had done to his hand. It was worth the massacre and the now free show as he landed quietly a few feet behind her. She must've been the last remaining person of this god forsaken clan and his last victim to get full revenge. "I should never have let home in the first place. I'm so sorry, mother. I'm so sorry.." Your words were swallowed by your mothers dark hair. You would mourn her for a long time, she was a gentle lady. A few feet away you saw you father, nothing but anger welled up in you as you placed your mother down onto the cold ground, your robes stained by her blood. You had never felt this much rage or anger inside of you as you grabbed your sword, ready to hit whatever flew into your way. Standing above him, you could not hold one piece of respect for him. It was his fault again, for you to feel so painfully lost once more. " What kind of father are you? --- You cannot even protect your own wife. " Broken words had left your lips. " All because you were so cowardly, playing bigger than what

you could pay for. " Quietly those words left your lips, " Now we are no more. There is no more Chang clan, all because of your greed. " Out of nowhere someone started clapping, as if he waited for just the right moment. Faster than lightling you pulled out your sword, facing the young man in front of you, close to where you kneeled moments ago next to your mother's body. "What a tragedy! But brilliantly spoken. ----- It was indeed his fault. " Xue Yang crossed his arms behind his back as he came closer, step by step. " It seems I have not yet fully killed every single member of this clan. --- Who might you be? " He smiled mischieviously at you, but you answered either way. " Chang Y/N. -- Only daughter of clan leader Chang Ci'an. --- " "Today must be my lucky day then. I will for once and all end all of the clan members life. -- " Xue Yang dashed forward, a devilish smile as both of you fought amidst the chaos created by him. Usually something like that would excite you, you could flaunt your skills thought it was a different matter as you landed on the roof, holding him away from you. "What have we done to deserve being slaughtered?" You questioned him, not even bothering asking for his name in return. All you knew was that he had to die today, for the sake of your clan and that they may rest in peace. "Fine with me. " He grinned. as he held up his hand, turning it to look at it at every angle. Silently you watched as he turned around, voice raising. " Once upon a time there was a child, all he wanted was some food. ----- He met a men on the marked here in Yueyang, saying that if he'd delivered a letter, he'd buy him the pastries. As young and naive as the child was, he did so, the only thing on his mind was the food he would get. " The story seemed awfully familiar to you as you remembered the day, your eight birthday. "Though, he did as he was told, Chang Ci'an left without ever paying his debt to the boy. Instead the boy was beaten up, kicked out of the liqour shop and left hungry on the street. Dumb as he was, he confronted the man just ----" "--- just to get whipped and his hand crushed by an ox cart. " You finished his sentence as Xue Yang whipped around in curiousity, wondering how you knew. "You're the boy I met back then. The boy my father hurt. ------ " It was a moment of carelessness from your side, letting your guard down bit by bit. A change of attitute in your behaviour. " I came looking for you, to apologize. I left food and drink and even money to get yourself treatment. " Xue Yang's head was slightly tilted, oh he did remember, but that did not still his urge to have the clan burned down to ashes for what they did to him. She had shown him care indeed, but that was long forgotten he had no mercy, not the elders or children, not even you. "Why? --- Why di------" The sound of metal falling on the bricks of the roof filled the early evening. You had lost the grib on your sword when you looked down, the blade that pierced your back turned red with your blood dripping down, stopping you mid sentence. He had taken advantag of you being distracted, but could you blame him? No, you couldn't. Falling forward onto your knees, you started coughing up blood until you were kicked down, landing onto the stairs of the entrance, feeling the hit of the stone underneath you in your bones, shattering you into pieces from the pain you felt. Turning onto your back in pain, you saw him looking down at you. A huff left your lips, coughing again, quietly choking on the blood that filled your lungs. " What--- what is your--- name?" Words came out in pieces, all you could do was lay there, barely able to move as your own blood colored your robes in dark wet liquid that was warm. "Xue Yang!" "I'm sorry, little brother Xue Yang.." Your words were barely above a whisper as your head fell aside, your vision becoming darker by the second, all you remember was a young boy you once handed two pastries too because he seemed hungry. What you did not see was the smile that had left Xue Yang's features, the agony that

he enjoyed before hearing your words, the same words but with his name, the same words you'd spoken as you thought he was sleeping. In the end, you had the last word, not him. And your friend had to witness you and your clan being whipped out of existence, reporting to his brother that you had passed away at home being murdered.

For Xue Yang hearing those words being spoken lastly, it was everlasting terror.

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doeilovr · 3 years

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Fools

-> Genre: idol!Taeyong, angst, break up au

-> Warnings: suggestive themes, explicit language, self doubt, toxic relationship

-> Synopsis: Fools by Troye Sivan, but it’s about your relationship with Lee Taeyong

-> Words: 1.5 k

disclaimer: this is far from the real lee taeyong, it’s merely fiction, please be kind, always!

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I am tired of this place, I hope people change.

You sat in the practice room, eyes fixed on Taeyong. Following his every movement, the way he turned on the beat and that serious and intimidating expression of his.

His group members that were dancing around him were blurry. For you there was only Taeyong. His friends would sit down with you when they had breaks and you would talk and joke with them. But your gaze still wandered to Taeyong on the other side of the room.

Two months ago, you stumbled upon him in a coffee shop. He bumped into you, making you spill your coffee on your shirt. The moment you laid your eyes on Lee Taeyong you knew you were screwed.

I need time to replace what I gave away.

You fell too easily. Always did. You gave your heart away like a rose. But roses die when you don’t treat them right. The withering is inevitable when you only keep them for decoration. Roses need care, they need love.

When you stumbled upon him for the second time, he asked you to hang out. He brought you to the studio and you finally realized what kind of person he was. The kindness and comfort Taeyong radiated was addicting for someone as lonely as you.

He didn’t have to do much for you to fall on your knees for him. You gave him all your love with every touch and every stroke. You felt blissful afterwards, lying in his arms, wishing you could be like this with Taeyong forever.

And my hopes, they are high, I must keep them small.

Your love for him only grew with every day. With every smile he flashed, with every kiss he pressed on your lips.

Taeyong was many of your firsts and although you knew you weren’t his, you wanted to at least be his last.

Though I try to resist I still want it all.

You never had many friends, but as Taeyong invited you to the company often, you got to know his group members.

With every time you met up with Taeyong or his friends, you felt yourself getting closer to be part of the little family they were. And it felt so nice.

I see swimming pools and living rooms and aeroplanes. I see a little house on the hill and children's names. I see quiet nights poured over ice and Tanqueray.

When you watched him at work you began to imagine a life with him. A life outside this building, in a house you’d buy together. With a family you’d create together.

But everything is shattering and it's my mistake.

Your vision got blurry whenever you kissed him now. You entered the studio, where he was writing lyrics late at night. The little spark in his eyes you saw at the coffee shop had died down.

You tried to convince yourself that maybe you just imagined it, that he was just tired. But the more days that passed the more you realized it.

Only fools fall for you, only fools. Only fools do what I do, only fools fall. Only fools fall for you, only fools. Only fools do what I do, only fools fall.

You felt like you were nothing more to him than an object. Someone he could pass time with. Your love for Taeyong was still as big as the first time you saw him.

But suddenly it felt like you gave him everything and never got anything back. Taeyong’s smile, that would make your heart flutter a few weeks ago, suddenly felt empty and fake.

Oh, our lives don't collide, I'm aware of this.

If he wanted he could have anyone. In comparison to all the beautiful people Taeyong came across at work, you felt like a loser.

You wondered what he saw in you. Did he even look? Did he ever look?

He could drop you any day, push you away and lock you out of his heart, but he never did. Taeyong just kept it going. Whatever that even was between you two.

The differences and impulses and your obsession with

You never argued with him, although you sometimes hated his behavior. He was so cold at times, just stopped talking to you. And it hurt.

It hurt how much you felt like you didn’t mean anything to him. This wasn’t the healthy relationship you had imagined. Was this a relationship at all?

the little things you like stick, and I like aerosol.

Taeyong seemed so fine with the way he treated you. Ordering you to the studio at midnight whenever he needed a distraction.

And you would let him. Let him use you as if you were only a distraction.

One second he was burying his head in the crook of your neck, panting and whispering sweet nothing. And the next he sat back down to continue writing songs, not sparing you another glance.

You would watch him for a while, hoping he would get up and come back into your arms. But it never happened.

Don't give a fuck, not giving up, I still want it all.

You couldn’t count the amounts of sleepless nights you had. Thinking about you and Taeyong.

You debated whether or not to leave him. But it was hopeless. You were hopeless. Taeyong had your entire heart.

You had nothing of him. Only the faint memory of a once sincere kiss he had placed on your forehead, when he promised you the world after you had loved each other.

Only fools fall for you, only fools. Only fools do what I do, only fools fall. Only fools fall for you, only fools. Only fools do what I do, only fools fall.

You sat on the floor, leaning against the cold wall in the practice room. Taeyong was stretching by the mirror, your eyes burning holes into his back and looking through him at the same time.

You caught your own reflection in the mirror, but it was as if it was a different person. A person you so hated to see or be.

I see swimming pools and living rooms and aeroplanes. I see a little house on the hill and children's names. I see quiet nights part over ice and Tanqueray.

You tried to go back to the times you had heart eyes for Taeyong. The times when your head rested on his chest and your fingers drew circles on his warm soft skin. The times you imagined the rest of your life with him.

The times you thought he was yours for the rest of your life and you were his. When Taeyong was your world.

But everything is shattering and it's my mistake.

Maybe it was your fault. Maybe he couldn’t love you, because you weren’t lovable. Maybe you loved him too much, maybe he was just overwhelmed.

His friend sat down next to you, noticing your tired expression. The pain in your eyes. He asked what was wrong and though you wouldn’t tell him, he quickly caught up, seeing your eyes on Taeyong.

Only fools fall for you, only fools fall. Only fools do what I do, only fools fall.

There was only pain left in your shattered heart. His friend saw that too. He put his hand on yours gently, attempting to comfort you. But his touch felt numb.

Taeyong caught your eyes in the mirror, turning around to smile at you. The same smile you had waited to see for such a long time.

His friend was whispering words of advice, but you were already caught up in Taeyong’s eyes again. You were too hopeless.

Later that day you found yourself in Taeyong’s embrace again. Your sad attempt of fixing your broken heart. There was a hint of hope when Taeyong kissed your lips, whispering an ‘I love you’ so nonchalantly, it hurt more than him not saying anything.

Only fools fall for you, only fools fall. Only fools do what I do, only fools fall.

He stayed a bit longer in your arms, dozing off. Your eyes were on the ceiling and nowhere at the same time.

Sometimes you love someone so much it breaks you. Sometimes love is not meant to be between two people.

Only fools fall for you. Only fools do what I do. Only fools fall for you.

You eyes wandered to Taeyong, peacefully lying beneath you, looking as ethereal as ever.

Maybe you didn’t deserve him. Or maybe he didn’t deserve you. If you got up now, left and never came back, would he feel as heartbroken as you? Would he cry the way you did every night for the past weeks?

Only fools do what I do, only fools fall.

His friends’ words came to your mind. ‘Don’t get hurt waiting for him to love you back.’ You entangled yourself from Taeyong and walked towards the door.

You turned around, taking his beautiful features in one last time. You felt like a fool, having fallen for him so hard.

You fell, hoping he was the one to help you up, but Taeyong kept on walking. Your heart disappearing in the distance with him.

A rose withers, it’s inevitable. But sometimes the rose needs to know when it should distance itself from people that don’t care for it.

‘I love you’ you whisperd, putting one hand on the cold metal door knob.

a/n: I’ve been obsessed with renjun’s cover and just had to write this, hope you enjoy it :]

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ssson-of-sparda · 3 years

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A TRIP TO THE BEACH - PART 2 (DANTE X FEM!READER)

Summary: When Dante shows up, Patty finally learns how things ended between Y/N and him but that's not the kind of ending she likes. (Part 5 of A Tab To Erase) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Tags: Dante is Tony Redgrave / Love / Angst / Blood and Gore / Minor Character Death / Violence

Author’s note: This is the end! I hope you enjoyed this fan fiction as much as I enjoyed writing it. I can't wait to read your thoughts about it. Is it the end you expected? How did you imagine it? Tell me everything. I'm all ears

Patty dared peeping from above the headrest of the couch when the woman opened the door, definitely curious to see the two adults’ reactions when they would finally see each other – though she still feared Dante’s wrath a little. But when she finally saw them face-to-face, this couple she had been imagining – and rooting for - for weeks, she didn’t care about her friend’s anger or disappointment - He would definitely thank her later - . They looked so perfect, like coming from an episode of one of those telenovelas she loved so much. Dante was towering Y/N perfectly and she was so pretty. And the lighting. Gosh “Like a scene from a movie.” She sighed. If only she could read their minds right now. “There you are, young lady!” Dante declared with a menacing finger as he entered the house “Hi Dante! What are you doing here?” Patty tried to play innocent but there was something in her voice that couldn’t fool Dante. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I never thought this annoying little brat would dare come here … or steal my stuff.” “That’s alright, Dante. We were having fun actually. And at least, that girl dared visit me … unlike someone else.” Dante definitely felt that sting and he knew he deserved it. “How long has it been?” “A while.” He said, pretending to be casual even though he had the right amount of years and months in mind. “And this day never happened. Come on, Patty. Let’s go.” No, no, no. This couldn’t end like that. Patty thought. Not after all this time. “Can I at least finish my tea please?” “ I’ll buy you a tea on the way back to Red Grave. Let’s go!” Dante insisted as he came closer to the girl to grab her by the arm and drag her away from Y/N’s place as fast as possible. “Right. Like I’m going to believe you. You never buy me anything, even when you owe me.” Y/N smiled while Dante sighed deeply. “Damn it.” “ Plus, you still owe me a trip to the beach.” “ Alright. I’ll take you to the beach. You happy? Now let’s go.” He tried to pull her from the sofa but the girl resisted. “ Or … you can let Y/N finish her story.” Patty suggested. Dante glanced at Y/N whom he hadn’t seen go to the kitchen to prepare him a strawberry sundae. “Actually I’d prefer that. Y/N can you continue your story, please?” “ Well, maybe Dante can tell you so that you can finally erase his tab while I’m making this devil a strawberry sundae. Topped with a cherry and two pink wafers, is that it?” “I don’t know. You’re the pro.” He had a faint smile at her that Patty noticed and beamed at. About time. “Where did you stop you damn story?”

A TRIP TO THE BEACH - Part 2

Dante was sitting at his desk, eyes closed, a magazine covering his face while he was listening to some good old school metal on the jukebox he had just acquired when the damn machine starting to sizzle and shake. “You gotta be kidding me.” Dante complained and, with a deep sigh, got up from his chair to kick the jukebox like Y/N had once taught him. “Funny how those machines always need a good kick to work.” When he thought of his beloved girlfriend and realised how late it was, he wondered how the hell she had not arrived yet. It was very dark outside and the clock was striking one. The restaurant should be closed by now and Y/N should have been in his arms at least an hour ago, naked preferably.

Not sure Patty needs to know that.

Worry tied Dante’s stomach in a knot in spite of his sleepy brain screaming at him not to be paranoid. “Relax, Dante. She’s probably helping clean the kitchen or something”, he told himself And yet, tired of repeating this sentence over and over again in his head, he decided to grab his coat and head to the diner. Better be paranoid and look like fool rather than wait here and worry one more second. Plus, he had waited long enough already and he had made a fool of himself in front of Y/N more than once. So what was one more time, huh?

But when Dante arrived at the restaurant and found it empty and dark, he wished he looked like a paranoid fool. But he was not paranoid and he was not a fool. He was terrified and alert in ways he hadn’t been for years. “Please be okay.” He whispered as he entered the place, feeling once again like a little boy hidden in a cupboard, crying for mommy and his brother. A ghastly feeling for someone who had spent years burying his past deep in his armoured heart as a promise … a dying wish.

Dante climbed the stairs quickly, very quickly and yet not quickly enough to his taste, only to stop and freeze at the sight and smell of warm blood on the wooden floor. But there was not just iron and salt flowing to his nostrils, there was this stench, rotting and disgusting, a stench only his demon sense could pick but that would soon be unbearable for humans too, he was sure of it. The stench of decaying corpses.

The son of Sparda never really liked Y/N’s parents. He actually lost almost all sort of respect for them the second they insulted him and made him understand they would never approve of him or of his relationship with their precious daughter. But when he saw them both, drenched in blood and completely ripped apart, their broken bodies lying on the floor of in their bedroom, he couldn’t help but feel sadness and compassion especially for the woman who was standing in the corner of the room, petrified and in tears, her small feminine frame strongly hold in a demonic grip. A nightmarish vision that had been scaring Dante for too long. “Took you long enough… Son of Sparda.” The demon said with a calm and yet menacing cavernous voice that would make anyone tremble in fear. But that wasn’t the sound of his voice that made Dante afraid – because yes he was afraid –

You? Afraid? Rrr, shut up!

It was the sight of the woman he loved so close to that monster’s sharp claws. The half-demon squinted at the devil before him, at his cloaked silhouette hidden in the darkness, trying to hide his fear, turning it into a nonchalant and over-confident mask he knew how to wear better than anything else (except his red leather jacket) but that somehow didn’t look as convincing as usual. “I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong guy, pal. Sparda may have a son. But that's not me.” “Tony, what’s going on?” Y/N’s voice was shaking just like the rest of her body. “It’s alright, baby. I’ll get you out of here. I promise.” He had too. “You can try and pretend to be someone else. But I know who you are. Dante, Son of Sparda. And soon, your blood will flow for what your father did to my master.” Usually, that same old routine would have made Dante scoff and slice that creature in two for he was used to demons coming at him with pathetic threats and silly villain monologues. But today, what was at stake was simply way too important for impulsiveness. “And who would that master be?” “The one true king of the underworld. Mundus.”

Dante had heard that name before, long ago, in something that was now a long-time memory. Mundus was the villain of his favourite bedtime story, the one his father would always tell him and Vergil before going to sleep, when they were nothing but kids tucked in their beds. Mundus. He remembered how that name would make him fidget and jump in anticipation and how his big brother in the bed under his would always kick him through the mattress to make him stop wriggling like a hyperactive goldfish out of water. Mundus, the so-called Prince of Darkness Sparda had cast away and locked in the underworld a long long time ago to free the human world from his diabolical tyranny. Never thought he would have ever heard about him in another context though.

“Oh. That dude. Thought he would be dead by now… like you soon will be” “Cocky, just like that filthy betrayer Sparda.” The demon smiled, showing short pointy black fangs that yet shone in the dim moonlight. “And in love with a human, just like he was. It would be a shame …” He grabbed a strand of Y/N’s (colour) hair to toy with it with a vicious smirk, making the young woman shiver even more. “… if something were to happen to her the same way something happened to your slut mother” Dante felt his jaw clench tight and his nails pierce the flesh of his palms. The rage, it was slowly yet surely eating at him. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother! And don’t you dare lay even just a finger on Y/N!” Dante growled, not realising he had just given his identity up. But the black demon did and with a satisfied smile, he cupped Y/N’s face in between his vile sharp claws to burry his long nose in Dante lover’s soft hair and smell her human perfume that was oh so exquisite to him. An intended provocation and an effective one. “How chivalrous! How noble! I’m sure your father would have said the same thing…” Dante frowned and clenched his fists even tighter, trying to stay put and in control, trying desperately to resist the powerful will to pounce on that demon and impale him on his sword and spill his guts on the floor. He knew he had too because he knew that the reaction he thought so much about was exactly what that monster wanted. He was trying to infuriate him, to make him reckless and stop thinking rationally so that he would have him at a possible advantage when he let his rage have the best of him. Provocation at its finest. A strategy Dante knew all about. “… had he been here when I and my fellow demons tore her apart.” Yes, he knew all about it and yet... “Mundus says farewell, hybrid filth.” He suddenly stopped caring about what he knew.

Dante jumped and with a scream, unsheathed his sword to slash the arm that was holding Y/N. An impulsive move, a mistake he realised only too late, when the demon pierced the soft neck of the one he loved the most with his sharp claws in an attempt to protect himself from the demonic blade. Everything went so quick to Y/N and yet so slow to Dante. She didn’t scream. She didn’t even have time to realise what was going on or to process the sudden pain. She only understood something was wrong when her body hit the floor and she saw Dante’s icy blue eyes widen and stare at her in horror. Then she felt the blood, her blood she was quite certain of it, running along her pale skin covering it in shades of dark red. Dante screamed like never before, like no human could, so loud the walls trembled and the demon slightly bowed down in fear. He screamed with an anger, a rage he didn’t know he was capable of, something so deep and passionate he never thought was in him. Something fiery … something … demonic. It felt like his skin was burning, like there was a ravaging fire spreading, growing in his body, menacing to burst, to combust him. And it almost did. It almost did but it stopped just when Rebellion sliced the head of the demon open, spilling his brains and his blood on the walls behind him. Then, there was a relief that all this was over. The fight. The fire. The fear… No not the fear!

“Y/N” Dante ran to her and quickly pressed her body against his. His hand found her neck to apply pressure on her bloody wound. She was barely conscious but she was still with him. “I’m so sorry, baby. Hold on, I got you.” He kissed her forehead. It was so cold against his lips. “You’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

Dante stayed by her side for what seemed hours to him, holding her tight against him, trying to keep the weakening life in her safe, when finally blue and red lights began to flicker in the bedroom. What happened next was so blurry. All he could make out were a group of men dragging Y/N from his embrace, saying they would take care of her and that he had to let her go. He didn’t know how he did it but he eventually obeyed those men, in spite of his arms trying to reach for her. He followed them- followed Y/N- to the crowded street where the nearby residents were crammed into, whispering and trying to take a peep at what was going on in this usual very quiet neighbourhood. But he didn’t care about them or their judgmental looks. All he cared about was Y/N being taken away in an ambulance. The paramedics didn’t let him in. And in spite of how much he wanted to fight their decision, Dante chose not to. He couldn’t delay them. Y/N’s life depended on time and too much had been wasted already.

But he found her again, like he would always find her, and he spent days waiting for her to wake up, waiting for her beautiful (colour) eyes to open again, for her sweet voice to say she was alright, his hand holding hers in an eternal grip that only her awakening could break, days in which he had to think about what happened, about what could have happened and what will happen. So many hypothesis, each one worse than the last. And when Y/N finally awoke and, with a soft smile that bear no grudges or hatred, said. “Hey handsome.” He did what he thought he should have done days ago. “We need to end this.”

***

Patty’s eyes were glowing with tears as she was staring at Dante without blinking. This was certainly the saddest love story she had ever heard in her entire life. Even Bolero in Spring had never made her feel so much. “You can’t do that!” She declared as if in denial, as if she could change the past. “The story can’t end like this!” “But it is not a story, Patty. This is not some television show made to satisfy a bunch of hopeless romantic little girls. It’s real life. And real life is tough and …” Dante looked at Y/N, at her sad eyes and at the scar she was trying to conceal under a red silk scarf. “What’s done cannot be undone.” “But you loved each other!” The girl was almost furious, shaking her head nervously. “Patty.” Dante said calmly. “And you still love each other, I’m sure of it. I can tell by the way you both tell your story.” “Patty.” Dante repeated with insistence this time. “I won’t have this ending! No way!” She shouted with a deep frown. “It has already ended!” Dante screamed and Patty froze. He had never screamed at her, never in his entire life, even in times when she was incredibly annoying. He had never screamed at her. “It has ended. And neither you nor anyone can change it, okay? If it doesn’t please you, you can leave, wait in the car and go back to your mushy love series.”

There was a pregnant silence in which Patty stared at Dante with a disappointment he had never witnessed. “Y/N was right. You know how to fight demons. But you don’t know how to fight YOUR demons.” And she got up and left the house to do exactly what her beloved friend had told her, meaning wait in the car to go back to mushy love stories, leaving Dante and Y/N alone in the living room with nothing else but a heavy discomfort.

“I’m sorry for making a scene.” “ Well, you always had a flair for the dramatic.” They both had a conspiratorial smile similar to the ones they used to share when they were younger except it was fainter, sadder. “ She read the letter, the one you wrote me” Dante said staring at his hands in discomfort. He couldn’t look at Y/N, not with all the memories rushing in his head. “ I figured.” But she looked at him, excepting deep down he would say something, anything about what happened.”Never thought you would have kept it though.” “ Why not?” “ You never replied.” And there it was, that disappointment Dante well deserved. “I did reply. I just never sent the letter.” Y/N's eyes slightly widened at this unexpected confession. What did he mean by that? “Huh, words of advice. After writing a letter to someone, you need to mail it.” She declared sarcastically, not really knowing how she managed to crack such a joke. Was it a joke? Maybe, because Dante laughed a bit. “ I had no money to buy a stamp.” The girl scoffed. She knew the man before her all to well to know that this was “Bullshit.” But she had missed it, missed him. “What did it say?” “ Same crap I told you at the hospital. How much I was sorry and … You know what? … There.” He opened his red coat to take a crumpled letter from his inside pocket. It was unsealed, stamped –obviously- and her name and address were written on it. “ I hope Devil May Cry will never provide delivery service cause this has clearly arrived way too late.” However she took it in her hands, gathering all her inner strength not to tremble as she could feel all those emotions shaking inside of her. “ Years too late. You can say it.” Dante smiled as he watched the letter he had kept to himself for so many years finally reaching its long-awaited recipient. “I don’t expect you to read it … or open it. You can actually turn it into a paper plane or shove it down my throat if you want. I won’t fight you.” Of course he had to joke, to play it cool but she didn’t mind. She knew it was just one of his defence mechanism and she couldn’t blame him for it. “ So why giving it to me?” Dante shrugged, refusing to admit he did want her to read what his young 19 years old self had to say, what he still had to say. “You can’t stop with the devil-may-care for a second and admit what you truly want, what you truly feel, can you?” “ Fight my demons, huh?” He quoted her and she nodded. “Yes. Would that be so complicated for a ‘menacing devil hunter’ like yourself?” It was her turn to quote him but that quote made him melancholically happy. “ I guess that’s a challenge I still can not face.” “ Or don’t want to” There was a new pause and as they finally looked at each other’s eyes, they knew they would not fix what had been broken years ago today. He was not ready. Not yet anyway. And that was okay. Y/N was patient. She could wait. She could keep waiting. “Goodbye Y/N” Especially when this time a kiss on her forehead and a hand on her cheek felt more hopeful than ever. “Goodbye, Dante.”

And she watched him leave, again, but certain that someday, one day he would come back to her as he always would. After all, he promised.

#DEVIL MAY CRY #DANTE #DANTE X READER #DMC FANFICTION #DEVIL MAY CRY FANFICTION #A TAB TO ERASE #PATTY LOWELL

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phantomato · 3 years

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No hate to anyone who likes it, but after some careful thinking and realization, I realized that I don't necessarily like Tomarry, I just like stories about Tom and him being loved😭 I would love to see your take on it though— I'm most interested to see how you would subvert the tropes and all👀

For you and my other Tomarry anon, an ill-advised reflection on why I have difficulties with the ship.

There’s this wonderful meta essay on AO3 (requires an account to read) that talks about special protagonists—defined as a protagonist that is chosen for a destiny, that comes from a privileged background (whether or not they know it), and that has extraordinary powers.

The reason this author dislikes special protagonists comes down to the essential idea that compounding these distinguishing factors into a main character results in a story where we are told the lead is awesome, but don’t see them develop into their awesomeness.

This is a simplification, of course. It would be incorrect for me to claim that Harry Potter is never shown developing as a character, or that fic featuring him doesn’t try to do better than the original series. I would never expect y’all to follow me down that path.

But. It also isn’t an off-base characterization of Harry in either canon or fic. He may be more complicated than this short essay describes, but he is also precisely the special protagonist. And, in Tomarry, this is often taken to the extreme.

Why does Tom like Harry? Harry is special. He’s Tom’s fated match, he’s the Chosen One, they were prophesied to orbit around each other. Harry is the only person that could be Tom’s equal. He is the only person to match Tom’s power, to catch Tom’s attention. Only Harry can balance him. The pull between protagonist and antagonist is the draw, here, and enough to carry the narrative.

Which is… tricky, if you’re not moved by the “enemies to lovers” trope. Much like the special protagonist essay points out when it comes to the protag’s feats of strength, the EtL fated romance trope leaves the heavy lifting of buying into the romance to the premise of the story, not the actions on the page. You’ve got to already believe in Tom and Harry (or their archetypes) as a potential romantic unit, a good ship worth reading, to get into a lot of Tomarry stories.

And as much as Harry is not my chosen romantic lead in any story, I like Tom enough that I’d consider powering through if I was getting great Tom content. But, as I’ve mentioned elsewhere, Tom is rarely a full character in his shipfic. He’s the sexy reward for the real main character (in this case, Harry), who is unfailingly focused on his romantic partner, or who has all of his dreams of power thrown awry by the killing-curse green eyes of the man who haunts his every thought. Tom’s personhood is reduced to background details and what he can do for our real MC; he usually doesn’t even get a POV chapter.

That’s fine if you like reading about Harry! I don’t. Harry does nothing for me as a romantic lead.

I can’t construct a vision of my Tom/Voldemort that finds anything about Harry romantically or sexually attractive. I was able to build a loving parent-child relationship for them with considerable work, but that is a different dynamic. Harry’s kindness, his witty humor, his impertinence, his positive nature—yeah, sure, I think a Tom who has raised him can learn to love those traits in his son. But look at the characters I’ve shipped Tom with: they’re universally smart, with strong academic interests. They’re largely more even-tempered than Tom (hard not to be), and not people who reach the level of energy and exuberance that Harry does at his emotional highs or the level of anger and darkness that Harry does at his emotional lows. They’re largely people who need no convincing to forgive Tom’s darker deeds, that don’t think forgiveness and redemption are necessary at all. They’re, well, more like him. I’m not writing ‘opposites attract,’ remember? No enemies to lovers here.

So if you force me to sit down and think about a Tomarry I could convincingly write, it’s bleak. Harry might earnestly come to love Tom—his capacity for affection and forgiveness is quite large, after all, and Tom is the type of man to inspire devotion. Tom isn’t interested in Harry, but he eventually realizes Harry’s interest is useful. This is all well-trodden territory in Tomarry. Where the depths of my spite come into play is that I can’t bring myself to contemplate Harry’s perspective, so we’re entirely in Tom’s head, there is no scrap of affection for or attraction to Harry, only pure, calculated distaste until we end on Harry’s terrible death and Tom is free to do whatever the fuck he originally wanted. But, really, why write this when @metalomagnetic’s Either Must Die already exists? It would just be an exercise in venting for me, and something to see how many Tomarry tropes I can throw shade at along the way.

When I wrote my Tomiones, I did so having earnestly enjoyed the ship. We got one lovely Tomione out of that, and one that was… complicated, but at least allowed Hermione to be a strong character in her own right. I can’t do justice to Harry as a character, and any Tomarry I attempted would be a miserable read for anyone who actually likes Harry.

I’m not so short-sighted as to claim I’ll never want to explore that side of Tom’s character, or that I’ll never decide it would be a fun idea to throw that brick through that particular window. I know myself, and no matter how bad a fit this seems, I might still decide to try it on. But I could not do it with any true care for the ship.

#ask #tomarry #navel gazing

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love101imagines · 4 years

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Just like Heaven

request: Could you write about happy & cutesy sinan&isik? Maybe combine these - "Kiss me again." "God, one day I'll wake up and we'll be married with two babies" or just your vision of a happy sinanisik doing smth cute? I need some serotonin in my life 😄

tags: @l0ve1o1 @girl-looking-out-window @imtoolazytothinkofacoolname

(sinan & işik | imagine)

While rain splattered outside on the streets, a girl waited rather impatiently in her bedroom. Her music cassette was already off, and the book she had been previously reading was left on a random page on her desk. Sitting with her legs crossed in her bed, she could only focus on the sound her watch made. The nerves had been consuming her for the past hours, and the gloomy weather wasn't exactly helping her.

She still had three minutes left, but the faint sound of her mother knitting in the living room made her more nervous than usual.

The three minutes turned to two, and doing her best not to make any sound, she grabbed her purse, fixed a bit her light pink cardigan and light blue jeans, and tiptoed to the front door. She noticed her father was finishing his newspaper in the kitchen, without seeing what she was up to.

The bell rang a minute before seven and Işik didn't waste any second on opening the door, almost dropping her keys on the process.

"Hi." She greeted enthusiastically.

Sinan gave her a small smile, a few strands of his hair already wet as well as his worn out leather jacket, his eyelashes coated with drops of water. "Hey." He answered.

They stood like that for a few seconds, Işik taking in his appearance and the fact that he seemed to be shivering in spite of the wave of warmth that had enveloped him as soon as he set foot on the building. Before she could even worry about him getting sick and complain that he didn't have an umbrella, he was slowly leaning forward, just like they had done a hundred times since they started dating.

They jolted apart half a second late when their noses were brushing, Işik's eyes wide like a deer in the headlights and the heat building in Sinan's cheeks while they looked at her mother.

"Good evening, miss Aynur." He greeted as politely as possible, trying not to fumble with his hands.

"We were just leaving for the movie. We don't want to be late." Işık explained, trying not to squirm under her mother's gaze.

The woman settled her gaze on Sinan. "Are you two going alone?" She asked with a stern voice.

Sinan swallowed nervously. "No, ma'am."

"We're going with some other friends." Işik added, trying not to look frantically between him and her.

"And Işik will be here before ten, right?" She asked even if it sounded more like a statement instead of a question.

He nodded. "Exactly, I'll walk her home as soon as the movie finishes. We'll be careful, we don't want you to worry." He tried to convince her, his confidence slowly growing while Işik gave him a small smile.

Aynur stared at him down one last time with knowing skepticism. Before Işik could feel embarrassed if her mother didn't allow her to leave even if she had already asked a week ago, the woman's eye softened and she let out a sigh.

"All right, you can leave now. Please, behave and be careful."

Both of them nodded, Işik letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding as soon as she stepped into the hallway and her mother closed the door.

"Are you sure you don't want a sweater? You could catch a cold and it's raining a lot outside. I don't mind asking my dad for one." Işik gushed while they both walked down the stairs.

Sinan shrugged. "I'm fine, it's not even that cold."

The thunder that sounded outside was enough for Işik to stop on her tracks. He turned around to find her crossing her arms, concern written all over her face.

He did his best to avoid rolling his eyes and only left his hand on her shoulder, the soft fabric of her cardigan feeling warm. "We're going to be late for the movie." He reminded her, lowering his voice once a neighbor passed by them.

She finally gave in, both of them finally reaching the last floor. Before he could open the door for her, Işik stopped him, gently tugging on his arm.

After quickly glancing around the floor to make sure that there weren’t any noisy neighbors, she stood on her tiptoes and leaned in to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

Sinan blinked in surprise as the corners of his lips turned up into a smile. While Işik's cheeks started to grow pink, she glanced at her watch. "We should get going, the rest are going to get mad if we..."

"Kiss me again." He interrupted her.

He really couldn't help himself after seeing her bite down a grin. Before she could stand on her tiptoes again, he cupped her face, his fingers brushing against her jaw while he kissed her.

Işik closed her eyes, a feeling of happiness bubbling inside of her like it was the first time they saw each other after months, even if they had gone out for lunch the week before.

Her hand rested on his shoulder, and before she could thread her fingers through his damp hair, a car honk made them pull away immediately. While Sinan cursed under his breath, Işik fixed a bit her white shirt before opening the door.

Sinan quickly took his jacket off and held it above their heads while they crossed the street to reach Kerem's car. He opened the door for her, a smile appearing in his face once he heard her greet the rest enthusiastically.

"God, it's fucking freezing." Eda mumbled, her nose pink from the wind and her arms rubbing against each other for warmth. She glanced at Işik, a smirk in her face as she passed her weight from one foot to the other. “Nice jacket.”

Işik blushed, clearing her throaty before digging her hands into the pockets of Sinan’s leather jacket. “What’s taking them so long?”

Before Eda could answer, the three boys left the building. They talked in hushed whispers while Eda and Işik looked at each other confused. While Eda shrugged, the three of them walked at a fast pace back to them.

“Let’s go.” Osman said before leading them, a hazelnut on his mouth as they turned on the end of the street.

Işik furrowed her brows. “Wha— Where are we going? I thought there were enough tickets yet.”

Sinan shrugged, Kerem chuckling in front of them. “No one’s inside, they won’t notice us with all the lights out.”

“What?” Işik almost shouted.

Eda pinches her arms to keep her quiet. “Don’t shout, fuck.”

“We’re going to sneak in?” She asked, her voice barely a whisper.

She would have stopped in her tracks if Sinan’s arm wasn’t wrapped around her waist. With her heart beating too fast, she followed them into the back of the building, the rest ignoring how she mumbled that someone would see them and call the police for trespassing.

“They always leave this door unlocked on case of a fire.” Osman said double checking that no one was around before opening the door. “I know someone who works here.”

“I can’t believe you know that.” Eda replied before entering the cinema, Işik close behind her wanting to end that as soon as possible.

While they walked down the hall avoiding anyone who worked there as best as they could, Kerem turned to Osman. “You can’t be human. How are you not the slightest cold?”

Osman only shrugged. “It’s warm in here, not a big deal.”

“It’s not that cold.” Sinan added, stopping once he read a sign opposite them.

“Rerun of Karate Kid, 1984.” Eda read out loud. “What time is it?”

Işik glanced at her watch. “We have five minutes left.”

Osman and Eda looked at each other with a knowing look. “I’ll get the sodas.” Eda said before leaving with Kerem.

“I’ll buy popcorn.” Osman added.

Işik let out a sigh, a small frown on her face while she glanced around for fear of being caught. Before Sinan could reassure her that nothing would happen, she gasped.

“Ah! They’re showing Romeo and Juliet next week. We have to come, please. The book is so romantic, I love their love story so much. So tragic but beautiful.” She ranted dragging his arm to see the poster in front of them, a small glimmer on her eyes while she spoke with passion.

She then turned to Sinan, determination set on her face. “We’re coming to see it, right?”

It only took her three seconds to convince him, Sinan letting out a sigh before nodding. “Fine...even if I’m sure you’ll end up crying.”

“But it’ll be worth it.” She carried on, taking out his jacket and folding it. “Thanks.” She mumbled before they walked towards the rest, already entering the room to see the movie.

Sinan sat down next to her, a bag of popcorn being passed from him to the other end of the seats where Kerem sat at. They were just in time for a few movie trailers, Işik grinning at him once they showed Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes.

He groaned, trying not to roll his eyes or make a remark at the stupidity of both tragic lovers. “The things I do for you.” He sarcastically said.

She only chuckled before taking a sip of the soda they were sharing. “I don’t consider watching a romantic movie a punishment.”

Sinan bit the inside of his cheek to avoid saying that they were unrealistic. “It begins like that, convincing me to watch a romantic movie, and then, who knows?” He teased, a soft smile on his face as he made Işik chuckle, even more, the girl trying not to since anybody could shush her. “God, one day I’ll wake up and we’ll be married with two kids.”

Before Işik could say something, even if she almost dropped their soda because of what he had said, the movie had begun.

“God, Ralph Macchio is so hot.” Eda whispered.

Işik was sure Kerem rolled his eyes, even if she couldn’t see him in the dark. “I could beat his ass.” He mumbled.

After Johnny fought Daniel on the beach, Işik leaned her head in Sinan’s shoulder, a smile on her face once he left a kiss on top of her head and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Spending time with him and their friends was worth the feeling of almost having a heart attack when they sneaked in.

#love 101 #love101 #burcu #eda #kerem #osman #sinan #ask 101 #aşk101imagine #aşk 101 imagine #sinanxişık

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anotsomysticalnight · 3 years

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Thomas's Creative Process:

Meanwhile, Somewhere in Thomas's Mind Palace...

Logan: Alright everyone I think it's time to start.

Janus: Good!

Virgil: Ok...

Remus: Pippalo Timea Votin'

Roman: Let's do this man let's do this!

Logan: Right ok I've got the writing pad and pen so I'll be taking down the ideas

Janus: Great idea.

Virgil: Good

Remus: Purple is Vagina!

Roman: What? Come on man let's do something!

Logan: Ok 'chill', ok? We've got to be organised so we're going to-

Janus: Yes?

Logan: We're going to have to come up with something.

Janus: Absolutely!

Logan: I need an art project.

Remus: The Tidal Lou is Purple!

Logan: What? No we need to make art so I say we go around the table, get suggestions.

Roman: Holding on the establishment!

Logan: No we're going around the table.

Virgil: Ok

Logan: We'll start with you!

Virgil: ...Ok?

Logan: Right any ideas?

Virgil: What right now?

Logan: Yes right now I got the pen!

Janus: Yea he's got the pen!

Roman: He IS the pen man!

Remus: My Pen! Right in my trousers we win a load'a future hearts!

Logan: Ok come on guys

Virgil: uh... I dunno...

Logan: Come on, anything?

Virgil: Um I don't...Uh, I don't...

Janus: Yes?

Virgil: I don't really... feel the juices now y'know?

Logan: Juices?

Remus: Juices! Flow! A Flower of Flow!

Roman: I got a little zip-lock bag of something that'll get you flowing

Logan: So nothing.

Virgil: I don't know I think we need to make some Coffee! Coffee helps

Janus: Coffee! *Pulls out recorder* coffee...

Logan: What are you doing?

Janus: ...Nothing!... *Puts recorder away*

Virgil: I'm gonna get some Coffee you guys want anything?

Logan: Sit Down!

Roman: Watch it man! Coffee, yea Coffee!

Logan: Sit down we've got to do this.

Virgil: I'll just be 20 minutes...

Roman: I got an idea!

Virgil: Actually a round trip so, 40...

Logan: Everybody come on, focus here. What's your idea?

Roman: We need something to shake it up man!

Remus: I'm gonna Shake from the web of worlds despite the Tickles from the Galactic Hearts!

Janus: *Pulls out recorder* galaxy spiders... *Puts recorder away*

Roman: I say we go out! We get a video camera!

Logan: Good! *Begins taking notes*

Roman: We buy a car!

Logan: Road trip! Great!

Roman: We go to California!

Logan: Get sheer! Brilliant! Culturally relevant.

Virgil: Sounds like a lotta work...

Logan: Quiet!

Roman: We get Stephen Spielberg!

Logan: Difficult, but we can make a Movie about it if we fail, Great.

Roman: We tie him up!

Logan: Fantasti- what?

Roman: We set him on Fire!

Logan: Ok, wait wait...

Roman: We Film It!

Logan: No, no no...

Janus: *Pulls out recorder* incinerate celebrities for profit... *Puts recorder away*

Roman: We post it on YouTube!

Logan: Ok, Stop.

Roman: We get arrested!

Logan: Stop it, Stop I'm stopping you we're just-

Remus: Fire Reveals Truth! Truth IS the Fire!

Roman: Yes man, YES!

Logan: EVERYONE STOP WE'RE JUST- We're not murdering anyone and then posting evident of it on a Public Forum for art ok?

Virgil: Uploading to YouTube takes forever...

Roman: That's true I hadn't thought of that...

Remus: Your tube? MY Tube! Over tube meeting at the River!

Virgil: I think we should break for bagels

Logan: We are NOT breaking for bagels.

Virgil: Ok... Movie?

Logan: Stop procrastinating!

Janus: *Pulls out recorder* procrastinate...

Logan: What are you doing?!

Janus: ... doing...

Logan: Are y- ... Are you recording this?

Janus: *Slowly lowers recorder* No...

Logan: Are you trying to steal our ideas?

Janus: No! *Pulls out recorder* steal for profit...

Roman: He's a THIEF man! He's gonna get big off our brains man!

Janus: No... *Pulls out recorder* brains...

Logan: Give me that! *Steals recorder*

Janus: Oh come on...

Roman: He's a Snake! A slimy Snake!

Logan: I have to say I'm very disappointed.

Roman: It needs Fire man!

Logan: Shut Up!

Janus: *Pulls out recorder* fire...

Logan: OH for the love of God what's wrong with you people? You're all a bunch of lunatics!

Virgil: Yeah... *Playing on his phone*

Logan: This should be fun! Making art is what we wanted to do when we were kids!

Virgil: Yeah... *getting a high score in flappy bird*

Roman: Kids. KIDS!

Janus: *Pulls out recorder* kids...

Logan: For Christ's sake! This is it! Right here, right now we make art or we make Nothing!

Remus: Nothing...

*Pause*

Logan: So let's hear it! Let's hear your ideas let's go!

Virgil: Ok.

Roman: Go man! Fist up the backside of conformity!

Janus: Yeah!

Logan: Great!

Virgil: So... what's your idea?

Logan: ...Who me?

Roman: Yeah man watcha got?

Logan: Oh well I...

Janus: He's been sitting here this whole time trying to squeeze US for ideas!

Virgil: Yeah you contribu- damn it... *turns to his game over*

Roman: Come on walk the walk man!

Logan: Well I, I've been really busy trying to organise everything and uh...

Virgil: Typical!

Roman: Sick!

Janus: He can command, but he can't do.

Logan: Hey I've you know uh... really busy and... organising is hard and uh it's really, really...

Remus: Really, REALLY...

Logan: ...Are you masturbating?

Remus: Not anymore.

Janus: Ugh

Virgil: Ew..

Logan: Oh come on that's just...

Roman: Yes! He's making a Statement!

Logan: But what the hell is he saying?

Remus: Say it into the clouds with White Seeds Falling from the Hands of God!

Roman: See? He's got it! He's got Vision!

Logan: Yes but no one else can understand it... Ok right what is your idea?

Roman: Yea go! Just, just go Nuts man!

Virgil: ...I'm hungry.

Janus: ...Me too

Virgil: Bagels?

Logan: SHUT UP! Shower us with Wisdom! Come on! Give us something Different! Or can you only convince yourself your original when no one else is paying attention? Huh? Well? WELL?!

Remus: *Spontaneously Combusts* 🔥🔥🔥

Logan: Ah

Virgil: Woah! *everyone starts leaving the room*

Logan: Mother of God!

Roman: Mother of Fire!!

Logan: You absolute Bastard!

Roman: YES!

Janus: ...*Pulls out recorder* ...spontaneously combust for pro-

🔥*BOOM*🔥

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axther · 4 years

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For CH/JJBA Basic info: straight female, 5'4, Scorpio! If it matters my mbdi is debater, which I think is accurate. I'm a bit curvy/soft and I have really long wavy hair and glasses. Now for fun stuff! I'm a split between being very hyperactive (almost like a puppy lmao) or very quiet (not shy, but more indifferent. I've been told I'm intimidating) I'm into polyrelationships so the more boys the merrier. I like hiking and sports when I'm with people but don't do it by myself cause it's boring. 1

HERE’S UR FOOD QUEEN. also tumblr got me fucked up w no CH gifs :(

Cute Earth High Defense Club Love (Season One) V1

#1 is…Atsushi!

He’s the most normal out of all the characters, to be honest

When he sees you, it’s nothing spectacularity radiant, per se

There’s a pretty girl in his school! cool!

The strangest part is that it’s an all-boys school, so naturally, he’s confused

Through a series of plot shenanigans, you’re there as an exchange student

And he’s been told he has to help you get settled!!

He introduces you to the Earth Defense Club, and slowly you two grow acclimated with each other

While you’re friendly to everyone else, there’s something different between you and him

It’s chemistry, and even Ryuu wouldn’t dare poke it

One afternoon, someone asks you out via love letter, all the extra stuff

And you turn them down as politely as you can

But thanks to the indifference, the boy gets offended

He turns into a letter-shaped monster, and the Battle Lovers have to step in

Atsushi is both appalled and terrified

Did the monster hurt you??

Why did the monster appear around you?

Was it something to do with you?

He spends half of the battle just covering you

And once the monster starts spewing slander, Atsushi is having none of it.

Whatever the monster says, Atsushi refutes, defending you until the rest of the battle is at a standstill and he’s just bickering with the monster.

Eventually, Atsushi practically makes the monster choke on respect women juice, and on behalf of the passed out student, Atsushi begins apologising non-stop to you

You’re confused as hell

The internet-famous Battle Lovers know you??

All you can see is the blurred out faces, and the blue one, the self-declared Piercing Prince, Epinard, seems to be constantly hanging over you

And honestly

He’s a cutie

This results in a sailor moon-esque situation

Where you have a crush on Epinard, Atsushi has a crush on you, and he’s miserable upon realising what he’s done

Does he reveal that he’s Epinard???

Honestly, probably not on purpose

I can absolutely see them talking about it and he’s like ‘do i always have to yell out im Epindard’ and he turns and sees you

And you’re like ‘????? excuse me???’

Which results in more shenanigans

#2 is…Yumoto!

babey boye

He falls for the flirting every time

He reciprocates as best as he can, but for the most part, it’s just him being soft

He hugs you so much omfg

It gives Wombat a break, and though you don’t know he’s a talking wombat, he’s all for you being there

What’s interesting is that he’s telling everyone he’s gonna marry you

And since most of the ppl in the school are bros, no one’s told you

Which gets awkward

Because he’s 200% told you that he loves you

But you take it as ‘:D! I love platonic love between my Friends! :D!’

So it becomes a Situation that everyone gets second-hand embarrassment from

Yumoto has told his brother that he’s gonna marry you and you’d be the bathhouse’s Okami

But you’re thrown for a loop when Gora asks you when you and Yumoto started dating

And you’re like ‘??????’

This results in a brief but stern conversation between Gora and Yumoto

And Yumoto feels guilty, of course

But you’re so sweet! And you flirt with him!! Doesn’t that mean you like him??

It’s a bit of a wakeup call, but he’s still only got two brain cells

You gotta cut him some slack

For about a day, he chills out, though he’s melancholy

After that he’s back to being oblivious and sweet

#3 is…Kinshiro!

Did someone say ‘emotionally constipated teenager who’s in a rivalry with his childhood best friend for the girl they like but he has no idea how to approach her due to the fact stated above (he is emotionally constipated)’???

no????

Ok that’s valid

But you want a polyamorous relationship???

He and Atsushi are gonna be your best bet.

This boye is completely lost when it comes to wooing you

He thinks you’re graceful in a quiet sense

And while you’re a flirt and a meme lord, you’re also yourself

Ibushi notices almost off the bat

And he’s like ‘my guy, my dude...my cousin??? Fr???’

Kinshiro is crazy confused and embarrassed

He’s always considered himself to have tunnel vision

But then you pass by and he gets a whiff of your shampoo and

Oh no

he gets kinda lightheaded and blushy but wipes it away fast

Whenever you pop by to say hi to Ibushi he completely freezes

Like he just stops moving altogether

It’s something you, Ibushi, and Akoya have noticed

Y’all exchange glances every time he freezes while sipping tea

The MOMENT he realises you like Epinard he gets lowkey pissed

Do you seriously like that barbaric, stupid Battle Lover??

He’s like ‘I’m elite, graceful, rich. I’m the better choice :(‘

Make him drink just a bit of respect women juice

But he’ll be very, very soft for you

And after he finds out about Atsushi being Epinard and Atsushi likes you??

Well, it’s two birds with one stone

He’ll do his best to hint that he likes you, but Akoya and Ibushi have to help him along

Especially Ibushi, since he’s your cousin

Get ready for a flood of thoughtful but expensive gifts

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure V2

(Note: If you want a poly relationship, all three of these lads have convenient best friends...👀)

#1 is…Josuke!!

Mans is a himbo (refer to chat)

Sure he’s got like, one brain cell, but it’s dedicated to you!!

He’s a bit of a flirt, too, so be ready to fend off the fangirls

Since fangirls in the 90’s were chiller than ones in, say, the 80’s, they mostly respect that he’s got a girlfriend

But the moment one of them tries to hurt a hair on your head, it’s game over

Now

The thing about it is that you get shy

But your shy is looking scary as hell

So all they see is a glare that would make the devil run, and they bail

Josuke relates to your fear of bugs!!

He’s not fond of turtles, so you guys can have each other’s back!!

If you want to draw him something, he can and will frame it in the best frame he can convince Joseph to buy

Is it gold foil?? Maybe

Before y’all get together, he pines like no other

He’ll start frequenting places you go to just because he wants to see you

And he doesn’t think it’s creepy but gets worried that you will

But he thinks you’re incredible

It’s something makes him short circuit a bit

You: :)

Josuke: Now Playing: Beautiful Girl (Alternate Version) [Tempo Track] - Jimmie Thompson, Gene Kelly & Lennie Hayton (Singin’ In The Rain) (1952)

#2 is…Johnny!

Southern boye drank his respect women juice after he got shot

And once he sees you???

He CHUGS it

First off this is like the late 1880’s so anyone who bathes is probably stellar

So he, too, has the Joestar Blessing of having Beautiful Girl play on repeat

But as soon as you start flirting???

He’s GONE

I mean this in the most literal sense

He’s a good Christian boye (theoretically)

So once you talk about dating him he flushes bright red

He’s aware that you’re just flirting, but oh hmmm

He starts crushing fast

Plus if you don’t judge him or think he’s weaker for being in a wheelchair?

Give him a second he’s trying to find a ring

He might be in a wheelchair but he’s in no way inadequate, if you get what I mean 👀

(who am I kidding, of course you do)

Considering that memes weren’t much of the thing in the 1800’s if you find some, he probably wouldn’t understand them

But he does enjoy when you play the piano

But let’s say there’s a stand attack

And you just bust out knives???

instant boner

#3 is… Joseph!

Flirt, but times two

Y’all make anyone blush

No one’s safe

And with each other??

It can get foul, fast

Does Lisa Lisa step in??

No, not really

She’s not gonna interfere at Joseph’s chances of getting laid

Plus she approves so!!

Catch him trying to flex while you’re around

Be it him trying to beat Cesar’s ass (and failing) or literally flexing, he wants to impress you

And while he knows that you’re a flirt for the sake of being one, he also gets a bit nervous when you flirt with others

Especially if he hasn’t confessed, actually confessed, yet

Plus, he’s got a special arm 👀

Y’all know what’s up

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