#amazing how the closest people to you have the ability to break you

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Crawling back into the closet for my own safety irl 🤪

#mom going off on how being lgbt is bad #feeling lowkey scared in my own house #but i will be ok #we really do live in a society #cherry rambles 🍒 #vent post #amazing how the closest people to you have the ability to break you

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Addicted to you - Chp.1

Pairing: Minchan (mention of Changlix | ot8)

Word Count: 4580

Summary: Minho and Chan are very good friends, with nothing but friendly admiration between them. At least, that's what they both fail at pretending to. The most simple acts of kindness seem to draw them in deeper without the other one knowing...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, cuddles, teasing, yearning, nosebleeds, mention of sleeping pills/insomnia, chan reminds minho he's loved, minho reminds chan he's amazing

A/N: Welcome to the beginning of this angsty, fluffy, smut-sprinkled Minchan series😂 This series will be about 21 chapters long, posted every Tuesday from now on. I hope you'll enjoy the ups and downs along the way🤭~ Moon🌙

Chp. 2

My heart's racin' now, I just can't take a breath I'm catching you starin' again I swear all this shit isn't just in my head I know that we're more than friends more than friends - Isabel LaRosa

Something about Chan had always felt safe for Minho. Maybe it was because Chan was the only one older than him in the group. Perhaps it was because Chan was always there when he needed him, and he didn’t have to ask. Chan was good at picking up on tiny signals and habits Minho displayed too quickly for his taste. 

Being the two oldest of eight has allowed a beautiful friendship to blossom, especially since Minho was their main dancer and often had to work hand in hand with Chan as the leader. The other members enjoyed how Chan adored Minho quite openly and how the younger one pretended not to like it. In fact, Minho loved the attention he gave him. He loved being hugged, picked up, and carried on stage. He also secretly loved being praised by Chan. Minho learned much about himself while working with the older male.

He adored his older friend to pieces, and sometimes, he was afraid of how much he meant to him truly. Who could blame him, though? He made Minho laugh more times than he could count. He loved him for being so hardworking for their team. Chan had a kind heart, always putting his members first, and Minho was there to remind him sometimes to take a step back and take care of himself. 

Over time, Minho started to appreciate how beautiful Chan was, both inside and out. He caught himself staring at the man, wondering if his curls would be as soft to the touch as they looked. He remembered how his brown orbs would light up at a passing joke, Minho’s heart fluttering when he made those sweet dimples appear. Minho marveled at his strong physique, and thoughts of him stripped down to his boxers and the softness of his skin invaded his mind more often than he’ll admit. 

For a time, Minho found comfort in Felix, who had been hopelessly in love with Changbin at this point. The pair fought their loneliness and starvation for physical touch together in secret, longing for people who knew nothing of their affections. Once Changbin and Felix became a thing, also in secret, Minho found himself all alone again and it only made him long for Chan more. Felix never failed to be there for him though and became one of his closest friends.

Chan had always found comfort in Minho when there seemed to be nothing else that could help. Being the second-oldest, Min felt like the only one who understood his responsibility of taking care of the kids. Minho had his ways of taking care of Chan when it was necessary. He always reminded him to take a break, eat something, and has picked him up from the company when he stayed too late. To Chan, Minho was the rock in their friendship between their busy lives schedules, keeping him going most days. 

The eldest admired Minho’s mental strength, his sarcasm, and his ability to find something funny in every situation. He loved being able to delegate responsibilities over from time to time, knowing he could trust him with it. As they spent more time together, Chan realized how soft and vulnerable Minho was behind all those walls he built up to protect himself. Deep down, Minho was by far the cutest to him among his members. 

Minho managed to make Chan laugh when no one else could and never failed to cheer him up. Chan yearned for being taken care of, and Min never disappointed. Sometimes, he caught himself looking at his younger friend a little too long. His eyes would wander over his handsome face, admiring the long lashes, big brown eyes, and very kissable lips. Chan often found himself stunned watching him dance, his body control was unmatched to any other dancer he’s seen before. Whenever Chan praised him, Minho got so shy it made his heart skip a beat. Only quite recently, Chan had poured his heart out to Felix about his developing feeling and didn’t think Min would even consider him in that light in the first place. As the drinks kept coming, so did Chan’s openness about the dilemma and Felix listened patiently. Neither Minho nor Chan knew that Felix knew the truth about how both men felt towards the other. In Felix’s eyes, the unspoken feelings and tension would eventually sort itself out. Besides, he enjoyed watching the back-and-forth between the two much more to spoil the surprise now.

It was a day like every other as Minho warmed up in the practice room, preparing himself for practice later. He went for a walk after a quick breakfast this morning, so he had not seen his group just yet. Chan and Changbin had been to the gym at the same time, and the rest had still been asleep. He leaned forward with a soft groan as his neck cracked at the movement, but a smile began setting on his lips when someone suddenly wrapped their arms around him from behind. Luckily, he already knew who the arms belonged to. “Morning, Chan hyung,” he chuckled and sat up straight, letting Chan pull him against his chest and rest his head on top of his. 

Chan smiled at the greeting. “We missed you at breakfast,” he spoke, squeezing him gently. 

Minho giggled and placed his hand on his arm, patting it softly. “I doubt that, I left a note.” He looked forward into the mirror, locking eyes with the older man.

“Leaving a note doesn’t make up for not being there,” Chan rolls his eyes and immediately brings them back to Minho's reflection.

“Oh come on, it’s not like you never had breakfast without me before,” he laughed, and Chan let go of him, sliding to sit beside him. Chan started stretching as well before sitting up straight and glancing at him. Minho felt Chan’s eyes on him and looked at him amused, searching his brown orbs as they rested on him observantly. “What?” he asked.

“Nothing. I just haven’t told you ‘I love you’ yet today.” he said.

“You know you don’t have to do that every morning,” he told him gently. It wasn’t making things easier to hear those words, knowing he didn’t mean it the way he wanted him to.

Chan smiled softly and shook his head at him. “I love you, Min,” he said and swallowed at the thought of Minho knowing he meant it. “You’re amazing, and I’ll tell you that until you believe it.”

“I believe you,” he frowned softly and turned his head slightly, unable to hide the slight blush rising to his cheeks.

Chan gently poked his chest. “Until you honestly believe that you are amazing just the way you are,” he told him.

Minho huffed softly. “Mhm, if you say so,” he nodded. 

But Chan, not pleased with his response, frowned. “You don’t even believe it when someone tells you how talented and beautiful you are? You sound delusional.”

“That’s hardly comparable,” he shook his head. “You don’t love yourself, but you’re trying to show me how to do so?” he asked, and Chan smiled guiltily. “Why don’t you take your own advice?”

“Minho,” Chan sighed softly, shaking his head. “I’m doing pretty well for myself.”

“Don’t lie,” he said, and the natural glint in Chan’s eyes flashed to sorrow, but only for a second. Minho bit his lip softly, remorseful, and held his hand. “What I meant is that you should take care of yourself more. When was the last time you were proud of your accomplishments? Or looked in the mirror and felt like you looked amazing?”

Chan’s eyes flickered to Minho’s, insecurity dancing on his pupils, and he let go of Minho’s hand to hide his face in his hands. “I don’t even know,” he groaned.

Minho hummed gently and reached out for him, pulling his hands away. “Look at me, Chan hyung.” He waited until Chan did and smiled gently. “Stays are right, you know. You are handsome, kind, and very talented…and I’m very proud of you.”

Chan squirmed softly, a light blush creeping up his neck and ears. “Min.”

“Just take the damn compliment,” he groaned playfully.

“You’re one to speak,” he protested, and Minho laughed as Chan tackled him onto the ground. They struggled for a moment on the floor, one trying to dominate the other, until Minho wrapped his legs around his waist and flipped them over. Surprised, Chan blinked up at him as Minho grinned succeedingly and leaned down to him. “Okay, I’ll give you that one.”

Minho giggled happily, but his breath caught in his throat as their eyes met. The pair were lost in each other’s eyes, and suddenly, the atmosphere between them…changed. “Chan, I l-,” Minho started to speak, but stopped himself, quickly averting his eyes from the older man.

But Chan squeezed his hip, causing Minho to look back into his eyes. “You were saying?” he asked gently, swallowing softly at the sudden hesitation in Minho’s eyes. 

Minho squinted his eyes at him for a moment, trying to fight the fuzzy feeling in his stomach. But he cleared his throat anyway, and parted his lips to speak.“I always wanted to tell you that I lov-.”

“What the hell are you two doing?” Jisung’s voice cut through the silence, and Minho flinched on top of Chan, his eyes immediately finding him and glaring. He ruined the moment. Chan turned his head, and his ears burned up as he also noticed the rest of the group staring at them on the floor.

“He was talking shit,” Minho defended himself.

“So talking shit is how to get you to straddle my lap?” Hyunjin asked with a grin, and Minho’s jaw dropped.

“Hey!” Changbin protested, covering Jeongin’s ears, who simply rolled his eyes.

“You guys are late,” Chan told them firmly, gently shoving Minho off his body and sitting up.

“You guys seem busy enough without us.” Seungmin shrugged.

“I told you to be on time. It’s not nice to keep Min waiting for rehearsals,” he spoke back.

“He didn’t seem to mind,” Felix said, and Minho scowled at him quietly as he pushed himself up to stand.

"Seriously you guys. We said we would start at nine, and it's almost half past," he scolded them, which seemed to work as they all mumbled an apology. He offered Chan his hand and pulled him up, shortly meeting his eyes. "On your command, hyung," he smirked at him. 

Chan playfully rolled his eyes. "Alright listen up everyone, we have two hours to get this right. I want you to focus and follow Minho's instructions."

"Yes, sir," Jeongin grinned. 

Minho took his place in the front and talked them through the steps, demonstrating in the mirror. Chan followed along, but couldn't help wondering what Minho wanted to say. Was it bad? Was he about to confess? It got harder to focus once Minho stepped behind them to observe them with his own eyes and not through the mirror. He watched carefully as his groupmates danced, but Chan couldn’t focus and needed to clear his head.

Suddenly, Chan leaned his head back with a sigh and left the room without another word. They all watched him leave, concern coating their features, but continued on. After a few minutes, he returned and took his place as if nothing had happened. The group ran through the choreography once more. Minho then turned on the music and showed them the normal speed before doing it with them. He corrected a few things, helping his friends to reach a satisfying result. "Alright, let's do this with music a few times to get in sync." 

They started the dance all together, but Chan wasn’t in the moment. The only thing he could think about was Minho. He grumbled quietly and once again left the room, frustration shown on his face. Minho frowned worriedly and glanced at his watch. They continued rehearsing before Minho stopped the music. "I think that's alright for today. You guys can go change, I'll check on Chan." 

He didn't wait for them to agree and opened the door to their dressing room, frowning softly seeing Chan stand at the sink. He walked further into the room, "Are you okay?" he asked gently. 

"Not really," Chan confessed and looked over at him while moving his hands from his nose. There was blood on his hands, some was smeared around his nose, and it dripped down to his lips. 

Minho sighed softly and grabbed him by his shoulders, guiding him to sit down on a bench. He ignored the others' voices growing closer as they eventually joined them and focused on Chan, who told them to continue doing what they were already doing. Minho held his towel beneath the cold water and wrung it out. "Careful, it's cold," he warned him before putting it against the back of his neck. Chan leaned back his head as another bit of blood dripped down his lips. Minho cupped his face and pulled him back. "Don't do that; you'll choke on your own blood." 

"Sorry," he mumbled, and Minho just shook his head, signaling it was fine. 

"Does anything else hurt, or is it just a nosebleed?" he asked while examining the rest of his body closely. 

"I'm fine besides this," Chan told him with a sigh. 

"Breathe through your mouth," Minho told him before pinching his nose closed and glancing at his watch. "Ten minutes, then we'll check if you're still bleeding." Chan nodded, trusting him. Minho sighed softly and searched his eyes for a moment. "That's the third time this month, Channie hyung." 

"I know," he said, cringing at the sound of his voice. 

"It's also the third time I'm asking you to slow down," he said, tilting his head at him. "This is clearly because of stress," he said, a small smile tugging on his lips at Chan's guilty look. 

"Don't look at me like that," he chuckled softly, adoringly. Minho gently brushed his hair back with his free hand, and Chan seemed to lean into the touch as much as he could. He smiled a little and started running his hand through his hair, soothing him. After another few minutes, he carefully let go of his nose and watched him for a moment. "Please tell me it’s over?" 

"I hope so," Chan laughed and contorted his face as he spotted the blood on his hand.

Minho took the towel before grabbing his hand and cleaning it for him. He moved the towel up to his face, gently wiping away the remains. Chan winced a little as he wiped with a little more force on a spot of dried blood and pulled back. "Stay still, Channie." 

"Listen to mum," Seungmin smirked. 

"Our little mum," Jeongin said fondly. 

Minho turned to look at them and noticed all the others were still watching them intently. "And what exactly are you waiting for, huh?" 

"Our hyungs?" Changbin suggested. 

"You need to start preparing lunch," Chan told them, sending a playful glare to their audience. 

"But we need you to-," he started. 

"Yes, I'll be right there to peel the eggs," Chan nodded. 

"Minho hyung?" Hyunjin asked. 

"Give us five minutes, I'll meet you all there to cook soon," Minho promised, and they all left relieved. "I meant what I said. You're on break today." 

"Min, I have to finish-," Chan started but shut his mouth once his eyes met Minho's firm expression. 

"You have a day off tomorrow and you'll probably be working anyway. It can wait until then, okay?" he asked gently, putting aside the towel once his face was clean. "You know this tends to happen when you're stressed." 

Chan gave in with a sigh and suddenly leaned forward, burying his face in Minho's chest. "I might be a little tired," he admitted. 

Minho smiled fondly and ran his hand through his hair again. "Rough night?"

"I got two hours of sleep," he confessed. 

"You should take a nap then," he nodded and rubbed his back gently. 

"Join me?" he asked and looked up at him. "I sleep better with cuddles," he added innocently, a pout adorning his beautiful lips.. 

Minho giggled and rolled his eyes at him. "Fine, only because it's you." 

Chan beamed at him happily and sighed softly before getting up. He glanced at Minho for a moment until the younger one raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Thank you." 

"It's nothing," he waved him off, but Chan shook his head. 

"No it’s not just nothing. I know this sounds stupid, but it's nice to have someone looking out for me," he told him, and Minho gave him a gentle smile. 

"Since you're the oldest, someone has to do it," he chuckled and patted his shoulder. 

Chan smiled and nodded at his words. "Let's go before they burn down the house." 

They made their way upstairs, and Chan sat at the kitchen island, peeling the eggs right away. Minho organized the rest by setting the table and helping with the last lunch preparations. Chan watched him with a fond smile as he prepared the chicken and patiently explained the process to Felix, Changbin, and Hyunjin, who seemed terrified of touching the raw chicken. He loved seeing how much their younger friends adored Minho, hoping he could see it as well. Minho eventually sent them all off, telling them to relax until lunch was done. Chan got up and stood next to him as he finished preparing the chicken for the oven. He hesitantly reached out and brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen into Minho’s face. Minho froze and looked at him for a short moment before his eyes flickered back at his work. "Need any help?" he asked quietly. 

"I told you to rest, Channie hyung," he said gently and turned to check the oven temperature. 

"And let you do all the work? That won’t end well with the others, huh?" he asked teasingly, and Minho chuckled. 

"Fine, you can open the oven door for me." he smirked, and Chan did as he said, watching him putting the chicken inside. Minho checked his watch before washing his hands. "We'll have to wait for a little while for that to cook." 

"Okay," he nodded and smirked as Minho opened one of the cabinets above his head. How was he so quick to start another task? "What are you doing?" 

"I promised the boys I would make cookies," he told him, and Chan shook his head with a chuckle, stepping behind him. Minho gently closed the door again as Chan wrapped his arms around him and pulled him flush against his body. He swallowed hard and hoped Chan wouldn't notice his heartbeat fastening. 

"Taking breaks is important for you too, you know," he said next to his ear and rested his head on his shoulder. 

Minho laughed weakly and allowed himself to relax into his touch. He knew Chan was cuddly; there wasn't more to it than that. Still, it felt nice being held like this, and he wondered if it would feel any different being more than friends with Chan. Would he hold him differently? "Fine, I'll stop." he told him, and Chan hummed, satisfied. Chan leaned back against the kitchen island with him, gently rocking him in his arms. Minho placed his hands on his arms and glanced at the others, sitting on the sofa and watching tv. Sometimes, he wondered what they'd think seeing Chan and him being affectionate in front of them. "Do you think you'll be able to sleep later?" he asked quietly, knowing Chan didn't talk about his insomnia with the others that much, not wanting to worry them. 

"I really hope so," he told him. His breath hitched as Minho mindlessly traced his finger along a vein on his hand. He could only hope that Minho didn't notice how his body tensed with him being so close. 

"I guess we'll find out later," he nodded before gently patting his arms and crouching down in front of the oven, opening it up. He started pouring some of the sauce over the chicken with a spoon and chuckled at Chan's puzzled look. "That way, it won't get dry," he explained. 

"Oh, makes sense," he nodded and swallowed softly. Minho knowing things he didn't or being in full control in certain instances kind of made Chan fall for him even more. "We should hang out more often." 

"What?" he asked amused, and stood up, leaning against the counter opposite him. "We live in the same house, I think we see each other quite often." 

"No, I meant…like just us two," he told him with an almost shy smile. 

"Why?" Minho frowned softly. Seeing Chan's smile falter a little made him quickly shake his head. "It's not that I wouldn't like that. I just…is there a special reason for it?" He fumbled over his words, trying to find the right ones.

Chan shook his head. "Not really. I just like spending time with you." 

"Oh," he nodded, blinking softly. "Is there something specific you'd like to do?" 

"I mean, we could watch a movie, have a drink..or just talk?" he asked, heart fluttering as a beautiful shy smile covered Minho's face. 

"Sure, let's do that," he nodded and glanced at his watch again. "Can you get the kids? Lunch will be done in a minute." 

"Okay," Chan nodded and walked over to the boys, letting them know it was time to eat. 

~

After lunch, Minho started collecting their plates until Chan stopped him. "Min, you already made lunch. Let someone else take care of the rest." 

"It's okay," he told him and laughed as Changbin appeared next to him, easing the plates from his hands. 

"I'll do it, hyung," he told him, and Minho smiled thankfully. 

"Thank you," he said sweetly, and Changbin grinned at him. 

A little later, Minho was back in his room, lying in bed and reading a book. He had nothing else to do for the rest of the day and decided to relax. He left the door open so his friends knew where to find him, and not much later, Chan gently knocked at the door frame. 

Minho looked up and smiled sympathetically at his friend’s tired expression. "Come here," he said, patting the mattress and pulling back the blanket. 

Chan walked over and tiredly rubbed his face. "I can't sleep," he groaned and climbed into bed. 

"You took a pill?" he asked gently, and Chan shook his head. 

"Then I probably won't sleep tonight," he told him and huffed softly. 

Minho spread his legs and told him to move between them. Chan did as he said and rested his head on his chest. Minho gently pulled back the hood of his sweater and ran his hand through Chan's messy curls. He really loved moments like this when Chan was vulnerable and clingy when they were alone together. Minho smiled as Chan hummed softly and leaned into the touch, cuddling up against him. "Feeling comfy?" he asked, and Chan hummed agreeing. 

"What if I fall asleep?" he asked. 

"I thought that was the plan?" he gave back confused. 

"I drool sometimes when I go into a deep sleep," Chan admitted, face hot with the blush creeping up his neck. 

Minho giggled softly and rolled his eyes. "It’s alright, I promise." 

"Are you sure?" he asked timidly. 

"I wouldn't say so if I weren't okay with it." he reminded him, and Chan chuckled. "Now try and get some sleep, you deserve it."

Chan closed his eyes and listened to Minho's steady heartbeat. His chest moved with every inhale and exhale, slowly rocking him into a sleepy state. The continued soothing massage on his scalp drew him in deeper as Minho continued playing with his hair. Occasionally, the rustling of paper was heard when Minho turned a page in his book. He was growing tired, but felt safe and comfortable enough in his arms to let go. 

When Chan was sound asleep, Minho put his book down. He stared down at him, stunned by how soft he looked in his sleep. Minho hesitantly brushed back a loose curl before tracing his fingers down his cheek. Chan was so beautiful like this, and as much as he loved having him here, it hurt knowing that Chan's heart wasn't something he could have. 

"Minho hyung, can we-," Felix suddenly asked loudly as he stepped into his room.

"Shh," Minho stared at him with wide eyes, and Felix looked back in shock, spotting Chan. 

"Sorry," he whispered before taking in the sight for a moment. "You two look cute together." 

"Shut up," Minho told him. 

Felix held back a laugh. "I mean it." 

"Don't you have a boyfriend to attend to?" Minho teased him. 

"Fine, I'm leaving." he grinned. "I'll come back later." 

"Okay," he nodded, agreeing. 

~

When Felix went to let the two know dinner was ready, Minho and Chan were cuddled up and asleep. The blanket only partly covered their bodies, their legs were intertwined. By now, Minho was in Chan's arms, face buried in his chest. Felix smiled happily before covering them with the blanket properly and quietly closing Minho's door on the way out. 

Chan woke up later on, and looking down, he noticed Minho in his arms. His heart skipped a beat, seeing him cuddled up against him so peacefully. He gently fondled his hair, and Minho stirred in his sleep. "Min?" he asked softly. 

"Huh?" he asked drowsily. 

"I think we should join the kids for dinner," he said and giggled at the tiny protest leaving his lips. "Come on, Felix said he'd make your favorite." 

"Ugh, fine," he groaned before rolling onto his back, away from him. He sleepily rubbed his eyes and sat up with a huff. He looked at Chan with a pout and fought to keep his eyes open. 

To Chan, this was the most adorable thing he had seen in a while. "You're so cute," he told him honestly. 

"Shut up," he said with a slight grin. 

Chan took his hand in the hallway, noticing Minho still walking a little slowly. He walked him down the stairs and ignored the teasing comments from their friends. Sitting down with Minho, Felix handed him two plates. Chan looked at Minho and noticed his hair was a mess from sleeping. He gently reached out and fixed his hair for him. 

"Thanks, hyung," Minho told him softly and started eating. 

"You two looked quite comfy," Seungmin told them, and Chan didn't quite know how to respond. 

"Jealous?" Minho gave back smoothly. 

"Maybe a little," Seungmin grinned. "I've never seen anyone getting cuddles like that from you before." 

"Maybe you're blind," Minho told him. 

"He has a point," Hyunjin added. 

“Yeah, definitely,” Jisung nodded, grinning.

"Next time close the door. Clearly we're sharing this house with a bunch of stalkers," he told Chan with a sigh, making him giggle. 

"Alright." Chan nodded at him. 

“Why? You wanna kiss each other in peace?” Jeongin asked and started laughing at Minho’s shocked face.

“Maybe,” Chan shrugged, making everyone go silent at the table. Minho stared at him with wide eyes, and Chan smirked at the silence. “You hear that, Min? That’s all it takes to make them shut up for once,” he grinned, and Minho laughed weakly, quickly focusing on his food again. 

Chp. 2

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I’m finally ready to talk about The Maiden’s Rage - if you’re interested in an in depth analysis, I’m planning a series of posts as there’s just too many amazing scenes and too much to cover. I’ll be going into detail on the subtext of scenes, callbacks to earlier seasons, behind the scenes clues, and discussion of the more ‘uncomfy’ bits as well (I’ll preface with a trigger warning) as there is so much to unpack.

Starting with George - she and Leah had an absolutely stellar episode. Seeing George come into her own, her confidence in her abilities, her maturity in her relationship with Nick, her realization that her mentor had failed her, and then her determination to understand the mystery of the case and ultimately the town water supply, from beginning to end was breathtaking. Also, she looked amazing in every fit. Kudos to Leah and to the costume dept!

Speaking of kudos, the visuals in this whole episode are outstanding. Nancy and Ace, as George so astutely puts it, start out together but not too together, mirroring the tension between them as they navigate this next stage of their relationship. We left off Episode 1 where Ace ran to Icarus Hall (swoon), leading to Nancy finally confessing they’re cursed. We’ve jumped to the next day (presumably) and Nancy doesn’t want to risk telling Ace anything else, believing that it won’t make a difference, while Ace still wants to know everything (not the last time he says it).

Ace’s admitting he went to Bess for moral support is something we’ll see more of in the episode - it’s a good thing he has his Platanchor because he’s in for a rough ride. Nancy’s teary “You will die” reminds me of the S3 finale opening scene, “I won’t let him die.” In both cases she believes she’s doing the right thing - she’s already lost so many people she loves. The difference now is Ace is finally clued into what’s going on and doesn’t accept her keeping things from him.

Ace’s journey from the 213 Claw deck scene where Nancy successfully pushes him away, “Not my place to say,” and here, where he relentlessly pushes her for the truth, “What aren’t you telling me?” shows how far he’s come.

But Nancy continues to “make the call” and shut him out, not unlike S3’s Piper Beach episode when she overrides Bess’s opinion. Nancy’s tendency to dismiss the feelings and opinions of those closest to her when she’s under pressure is already in full force, well before the poisoned water begins to affect her behavior.

Ace’s expression reminds me of the Amanda breakup scene in 306 - the mixture of anger, frustration, and sadness about someone he loves is written all over his face.

As a break from the turmoil, I loved the introduction of Jade, and can’t wait to see how their and Nick’s relationship progresses. Nick and Bess have a rare but hilarious scene together, with a chance to gently poke fun at Nick’s (and Tunji’s) lack of social media savvy. I have to agree with George that he could lose the hat.

Back in the locker room, the fight continues with Ace getting increasingly angry that Nancy’s holding out on him, pleading for her to let him in because “I’m in this curse too,” while Nancy is “trying to be strong.” Oh, Nancy. Visually it evokes Nancy and Ace’s S1 fight in 107, this time with Ace coming down the stairs to confront Nancy instead of the other way around.

This feels like it could become a theme for them, with a struggle between Nancy’s desire to keep Ace safe at the cost of his autonomy. I’m glad they’re exploring this, even though it’s difficult to see them fight when all we want to do is bang them together like Barbies and make them kiss already.

With the entrance of Tristan, things get even more awkward, Ace furious but begrudgingly admiring Tristan’s ‘solid’ boat name, Jolene, the famous ‘other’ woman. Tristan (that hussy) flirts with Nancy shamelessly, but doesn’t know what to make of Ace’s instant classic line:

“I made it this morning.” 💀 I love him so much. Visually Tristan starts out in the middle (just like Ace between Nancy and her love interests in past seasons), but later the perspective changes with Ace in the middle and with his back to us. This foreshadowing of the inevitable love triangle is making me sad 😔 .

Back to the mystery, Nancy and Ace respond to George’s call for help to investigate Judge Abbott’s strange behavior before his heart attack. Nancy assures George “we’ll figure it out, that’s what we do.” Ace’s silent response is absolutely devastating. His expression and body language scream, “You’re willing to figure things out for George, why not for us?”

The supernatural poison is about to turn Nancy into Bro-Nancy, but I’m out of room and I have a lot more screencaps. This was literally just the first seven minutes (and I skipped Bess and Addy, but promise to come back to them).

I will probably not shut up about it every time I talk about this episode, but Alex is killing it in every scene, every shot. Kennedy’s incredible turn in this episode is epic, and I can’t wait to dig in next time. But this in many ways Ace’s episode - the range of emotion is so effectively portrayed, often purely with body language and facial expressions. Ace may not be the Maiden, but he has some serious but controlled rage (justified IMO) as he finally advocates for himself and the life he wants with Nancy.

‘Til next time, Drewds!

UPDATE: Part 2 and Part 3

#nancy drew #nancy drew cw #nace #ace [redacted] #ndcw #nancy drew season 4 #nancy drew s4 #nancy drew spoilers #leah lewis #alex saxon #maddison jaizani #tunji kasim #kennedy mcmann #ndcentral #nacesource

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Subway Bosses with a Ditto-Hybrid HCs

Emmet

He is constantly asking for your help with pranks and jokes around the Gear Station. These range from harmless tricks against the Depot Agents during their breaks, to spreading confusion among the commuters as they watch three Subway Bosses board the train. You have to be the one to draw the line and stop Emmet from going off the rails, otherwise you’ll both get a stern talking-to from Ingo and quite possibly the police.

When not abusing your powers for evil, Emmet is curious to see the extent of your abilities. What are you consistently good at, compared to what do you struggle with? If you let him, he’d be more than happy to help hone your skills. He’ll give honest critique of your transformations and point out what needs to improve. But don’t be afraid to let him know if he’s being too brash; he’ll immediately apologize and be more mindful of his words.

Maybe it’s because Emmet’s so quick to notice the inaccuracies, but he’s never once been fooled by even your most flawless disguise. The closest you’ve ever gotten was a ten second long silence as he scanned you up and down before he pinched your cheek and told you to transform back into your original self.

He doesn’t mind if you prefer to stay transformed for long periods of time, but he’s gotten very good at noticing when you’re doing it to hide your true form. And every time he will make it crystal clear that he loves your true self and doesn’t want you to feel the need to hide it away. He’ll try to ease you back into reverting, but even if you refuse to, he will stay by your side.

Emmet won’t say it out loud, but there are moments where he wants nothing more than to be held in big strong arms or feels the need to curl around a smaller, softer embrace. Transform for him in these moments and you will have a grown man clinging to you for the rest of the day. Shapeshifting is second nature for Ditto hybrids, but the fact that you would physically change yourself for him has his heart full to the point of bursting.

Ingo

While he’s not opposed to a harmless trick here and there, he’d prefer if you keep them confined to people you know won’t be upset or as likely to fall for it. Being a Subway Boss is stressful enough; the last thing he needs is rumors and hordes of mass delusion. However, he’s not opposed to you showing off your abilities to people as a form of entertainment. The Gear Station gets the occasional musicians and performers panhandling, so he sees it as a similar thing.

Even though your intentions might make Ingo wary, he’s always amazed when you transform and applauds your efforts even if you can't get it quite right. Because you can shapeshift your anatomy, this also includes changing your voice as well. Ingo’s unsurprisingly quite good at picking up on how people speak, so he’ll help you get the inflections just right. It’s only when he sees you doing a spot-on impression of Depot Agent Furze in the bathroom that he realizes he may have created a monster.

Ingo hates to admit it, but there have been several times where he’s fallen for your disguises. He’ll be talking to someone and then a few minutes later they have no recollection of the conversation. Or he’ll do a double-take when he sees someone walk by even though he just saw them wave hello earlier. Please come back and let him know it was you, otherwise it’s going to be on his mind all day.

Like Emmet, Ingo has made it abundantly clear how much he loves your true self and will remind you as many times as he needs to. If you feel like experimenting with your looks, he will support you without hesitation. But when it feels like you’ve been hiding for too long, he will sit you down, coax you into dropping the disguise, and tell you how much he loves you just as you are.

Whenever you use your shapeshifting abilities to make your body more comforting for Ingo, he can’t help but feel a little guilty. You shouldn’t have to change yourself just to make him feel better, and he shouldn’t ask you to in the first place. Even when you assure him that you enjoy indulging him and that he deserves to be spoiled, he just pouts and nuzzles further into you.

Bonus

Elesa absolutely ADORES your shapeshifting abilities, both from an artistic and practical point of view. She’s come to you several times with modeling gigs and offers to collaborate on a new line of clothing. As a model, she’s offered you helpful advice and techniques for psyching yourself up before transforming and how to keep a cool head while staying transformed for extended periods of time.

She is endlessly amused by your impressions of other people, but especially loves it when you shift just your voice. Seeing people’s reaction to hearing the voice of a 50 year old smoker coming out of your body never fails to get a laugh from her.

#Pokemon #SubMas #Subway Boss Emmet #Subway Boss Ingo #Subway Boss Emmet x Reader #Subway Boss Ingo x Reader #Elesa

[calf-cover]

The third of the four is the Yellow Lord's card - «The  Tower».

The Tower is one of the scariest cards in the deck. This is a card of breakdowns and great shocks, loss of head, devastation, recklessness, mental disorders, Pyrrhic victories and anger. Associated with the myth of the Tower of Babel, it embodies pride and its overthrow by the superior, uncontrollable forces of the surrounding world. The person of the Tower is a powder keg that can explode at any moment, ready to resist the most unbridled elements radical and brawler.

The Tower is an unstable and painful card, but it should be noted that often the anger of it is very righteous…

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Fortress of Iron Atrocity. There are no people who would voluntarily approach a place with such an eloquent name. Fortunately, the owner of this abode does not allow outsiders to approach it. It's hard to say where it is and how to find it. Hidden in the folds of twisted, broken reality, this plase is not below, but stands on the ground, and not above, but touches the sky. And of course, you can immediately recognize it by the high spiked walls and the huge gates with three nailed with golden stakes figures on them, frozen either in agony or in lust.

Although the Yellow Lord almost always hides in his chambers, it is rumored that he sees everything that the light of the golden sky touches. Some go so far as to claim that even a yellow object in a dark room can become his eyes. But however, it doesn't seem so far-fetched. Usually, rumors about the incredible abilities of other Lords are difficult to confirm or deny, but it is hard not to notice how hot the air is in the presence of the Yellow Lord, or that the ferocious fire turns into a faithful servant and weapon in his hands . Once he forced two impudents who defiled the Hall of Mercurial Virtue to flare up from the inside and burn alive in front of the most high-ranking guests. And how we can forget about all this amazing legends about his rarely shaking the calm of Alagadda reprisals against enemies (personally, my favorite is about a Raptor with a broken heart)!

The Yellow Lord stands out from the other Lords with his simple (as far as possible in Alagadda) attire and intractability. Deeply despising both guests, residents, and other Lords, he does not accept offerings – but you can always find one of his servants wandering freely around Alagadda and try to contact the Lord of Hatred through his retinue. Surprisingly, most of all they like to spend time at the Mercurian Towers of the Winged Lion – the pretentious abode of the Red Lord.

They say he has an unexpected weakness for music and musical instruments. And to the blood – otherwise it is difficult to explain why some of his battle wounds heal so badly, as if they were deliberately not allowed to heal, or why the White Lord's courtier claimed to have seen deep round marks on his body – clearly not from a battle or an accidental wound. In shape and size, they resembled a chipped wine bottle familiar to all of Alagadda...

But one of the Yellow Lord's closest and quietest servants does not agree with this. He says the Lord has no attachment to his blood. On the contrary, he disdains it, comparing it with mucus and turns up his nose at its smell - a mixture of the aroma of coals, ash and sharp bitterness. However, when it comes to Lord’s addiction to someone else's blood, long-haired and bulky horse-man falls silent.

However, sometimes he adds strange, frightening words in an alarmingly reverent whisper. He talks about how an unruly flame is fragile at the beginning of its journey, about how each spark needs time to ignite. That the fire locked in the fireplace will someday change its shape and break out of its prison with a roar and singing, immediately when the earth's firmament and the waters of the streams are the first to weave into the intricate pattern of the wild and purest elements...

But these are just the ravings of another Alagadda’s abomination, right?

#Alagadda #scp #SCP Foundation #scp fanart #scp fandom #tarot art #yellow lord #scp alagadda #SCP art #gore #traditional art #scp 2264 #lords of alagadda #grimdark #scp fan art #heavy gore #tw gore #tw self destructive behavior #my post #my art

[somthing-lavender]

Chapter 100 spoilers, a very simple break down of the conversation at the end.

This is mostly gonna be my thoughts, with surface level analysis (for the record, if it's circled in orange I think it's Jade, and if it's purple I think it's Chion).

I wonder if this is why he decided to go with Chion's and Isolde's idea of using magic against Percival in 53. He didn't want to be seen as the odd one out, so he hid his actual feelings of "this is stupid."

Also at first we all thought Jade wore the same outfit as Tristan cause he was also a "Tristan fan." But looking back, he was 100% just trying to fit in. Chion was copying Tristan, while Jade was copying Chion.

So Jade's magic isn't based on his own personality, but instead the traits he admired.

What happened to Chion for him to assume everyone is guilty until proven innocent, but he tries to prove their guilt first?

Talking about Jade's admiration for Chion to questioning his loyalty to Tristan is an odd jump. Makes me wonder what this actually is. Is this a (possible mixter of) past conversation(s) that Chion is remembering, is this a metaphorical conversation, or does Chion somehow have the ability to speak to the dead (least likely)?

Ever since chapter 99 I suspected that Jade holds resentment towards Tristan in a "he's annoying perfect" sort of way. (Didn't expect it to be as far as "hating his guts" tho)

Think about it. Jade's crush talks about wanting a prince to save her, which Jade responded with "Prince Charming is probably actually helpless irl and I can save you instead." Jade was then proven wrong not long after. Prince Charming shows up and proves he's just like the book, "Loving and brave... And when his princess is in trouble, he's always there to protect her." Everything Jade's crush wants in a guy. Requirements that Jade couldn't reach. The closest he got to it (to our knowledge before saving her in 98) was "carrying her all the way home," which was actually Tristan. So the only times he gets praised for saving her, he's riddled with guilt cause it's a lie. Prince Charming was later the one who lovingly gave her the ribbon, not him. And Prince Charming saves her again in 75 to drive the point in.

Outside of romance, there's plenty of things that makes Prince Charming "cooler" than Jade. Prince Charming is attractive (Attractive=Elizabeth's looks=Tristan's looks, meaning Attractive=Tristan's looks), nothing has been stated about Jade's looks. Prince Charming is a better fighter. Prince Charming is more wealthy. Everyone knows and loves Prince Charming's family. Prince Charming is prophesy to save the world. Prince Charming has great healing abilities, while Jade can only give basic first aid.

Heck in a way their magic has the same theme, light and darkness. But while Jade can only flash light and blind people with darkness, Prince Charming is literally the grandson of the god of darkness and god of light.

In a way, every reason Jade respects and finds Tristan amazing, is another reason for Jade to find Prince Charming more annoying.

It was probably isolating to be in the Tristan platoon for Jade. It's a group that's job is to serve someone Jade hates secretly deep down. Besides Tristan himself, Jade was the only member who didn't idolize Tristan.

Another reason for Jade to dislike Prince Charming is that he sorta just consumed Jade's whole friend group. They went from 3 childhood friends, to the Tristan platoon with Prince Charming as their leader. Prince Charming? Their leader? Prince Charming is the newest member of the group but Jade's friends are all obsessed with him. That leads to the last point, which I'll bring up later.

I've seen several people mention that it's nice that Chion still accepts Jade even so he hates someone Chion admires, and I have to agree.

"That's just how you are, right?" I don't think Jade wants to hate Tristan, he just does. He still respects Tristan, and anolages that the hatred is because Tristan is a bad person. But yet still he can't help but hate Prince Charming, it's just a part of him. Sometimes our emotions don't line up with our logic and reason.

"Kind of a big gap there, though." Is probably the saddest line in this. Even if Jade is 2nd, he's still now where as important as Prince Charming is to his own bestfriend.

The final point why Jade hates Prince Charming is Jade is forced to be second place to him. His crush is madly in love with Prince Charming, at best Jade is a second option. Add what Chion said. I would resent someone who just showed up one day, and stole the affection and attention of my friends, leading to me being overlooked.

Extra point I just thought of, Prince Charming brings out the worst in Jade's friends. His crush's obsessiveness and his bestfriend tried to kill 5 people "for Tristan's sake."

Extra thoughts

I really hope they make this death worth it, otherwise we missed and opportunity to explore Jade's and Tristan's relationship.

I want to see Jade snap at Tristan. I want to see Tristan's reaction to learning Jade hates him. How would that affect the group dynamic? I wanna see them work things out.

I headcanon that Tristan really valued Jade's friendship as he was the only one to treat him like an equal. Not that Tristan dislikes Chion and Isolde, but I feel like they're idealization of him makes him feel isolated in his own friend group. With that in mind, how would Tristan feel if he learned the feelings of friendship wasn't mutual at all?

#ignore the granmer mistakes i wrote this at 9-11 pm #Jade #Chion #Tristan Lioness #4kota #4koa #four knights of the apocalypse #mokushiroku no yon kishi #mokushiroku no yonkishi #4 knights of the apocalypse

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empathy as tasha's greatest strength and also weakness is everything to me. tasha has an amazing ability to connect with people around her and come to see and understand their struggles and feelings, and it's one of the reasons she's so good at what she does. as a self defense instructor, she comes across a lot of people who have experienced trauma or just in one way or another are looking to strengthen their sense of security and safety in their own bodies and she's able to access her own trauma in a way that allows her to be really helpful and very skilled in connecting with people and helping them feel safe in their own skin without it.

it also serves her really well as a parent, is something that tends to make kids feel really safe with and understood by her. makes her the calm parent you can bring things to without fear that she'll freak out or overreact, who will sit with you and talk things out with you and when she does have to set hard boundaries or limitations, will always discuss them with you vs doing a 'because i said so' because she knows how that feels. someone who explains things and doesn't talk down to you and will relate to you as an equal rather than a superior. gentle creative parent of my heart

however, as much as this empathy enables tasha to build connections, it's just as capable of tearing her apart. she feels things so, so deeply and is susceptible to being overwhelmed by it. she has a high window of tolerance most days and can carry a lot of weight, is able to come home most days and leave her work behind, but sometimes all of that empathy will rip and rip at her until she's sitting in the dark in the middle of the night feeling so drained she can't move. will break her down until she's screaming in a pillow because it's so overwhelming and she can't handle all of the pain and injustice that's in the world and how powerless she is to stop it. it can whittle down her ability to see the full picture until all she can see is the bad thing - the wrong thing - the not right thing and how to stop it and not fully feel or realize the consequences of it.

it takes tasha's ability to distance herself in a healthy way so that every Horrible Thing isn't hers to carry until all of it is on her shoulders and all of it is her responsibility to fix or mend and it kills her when she can't. she looks into the darkest dark and she isn't scared because she's survived worse and she can help, she has to help. she can carry it she can mend it she can fix it. and if she can't, she can't handle that. having been trained throughout her childhood to Be Strong and push things down and not let anything show, she doesn't really know how to ask for help or to recognize that she's in need of it or even consciously recognize that she's in a negative frame of mind.

it takes really being forced to confront the place she's in for her to see all of the chain reactions it has, from aggravating her already-bad insomnia to the point that she's not sleeping at all to stealing her appetite and impairing her ability to make sound decisions.

tasha was raised by people who cared only about image and self-interest and pushed the mentality that you have to be strong and not show weakness and work for the family agenda but she turned all of that outward. she's capable of locking down around the people closest to her (christian and sometimes others, like in pll-verse) and pushing out everything else, but that's more a trauma-response than something specifically in her nature, and even then it's rooted in protecting Others rather than protecting Herself.

rather than Being Strong Being Impenetrable Carrying It All for the sake of advancing the status and security of family in a vain or self -interested way, tasha does it for the sake of goodness, of helping and compassion and kindness. she does it to provide solace and healing and protection to the vulnerable and her empathy makes her very good at it, but sometimes at great personal cost.

#i love uuuu #not afraid of the darkest dark. #meta: tasha. #meta.

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

Fandom: DC Titans

Title: Acrida

Pairings/Relationships: Dick Grayson & Rachel Roth, Dick Grayson & Donna Troy, Graysonfam, Dickkory

Summary:

The Acrida Protocol, a plan created by the Justice League, required its members to provide immediate aid to those superheroes who would call upon it, especially in the case of time travel.

After a mission gone wrong, Dick and Donna find themselves stranded in 2005. They've been trained for this scenario, they know what to do, they just need to find someone who will fix their time-travel devices and help them get home.

But not before they help a young nurse and a special baby escape a demonic cult chasing them and get to the sanctuary of a convent in Ohio.

This note is long so bear with me

Throughout the process of writing this story, I've had (still have) many complicated, conflicted feelings. And with the show coming to an end, I'll be honest with you. This fic... I almost didn't release it. In fact, there were a couple of times when I almost deleted the whole thing - I'm glad I didn't but I was pretty damn close. Because every time in the recent months when I sat down to write it, I heard this intrusive voice in my head saying "Why the fuck do you even bother? This is not Dickkory, no one's gonna give a shit. Don't waste your time." So I'd close the blank page and let it lay dormant for months until that miniscule spark of hope would tell me it's actually worth it to finish it.

There's a saying about fanfiction that you write it for yourself. For the things you love. And that's true - but there's much more to it. You write it so you can reach others who love the same thing you do, whether it'd be one person or a thousand. But when you see how slowly, that one or a thousand dissipates, already one foot out the door with their focus elsewhere, when the weight on your shoulders gets heavier because you create create create without the ability to for once consume because you come to a pretty scary realization that if it wasn't for you creating, there would be no new fan content for this thing to consume - because no one else is creating, the ao3 tag is dry as hell because no one else but you is writing for this thing anymore, no one else seems to care enough to do so. The whole experience was and still is really alienating and it took me some time to process it, took spilling my guts to the closest people I have within this fandom to actually come to terms with it and start letting it go.

So, this one is for me. A self pat on the back. You did good, you gave your heart and soul to it, it's time to go now. It's me quietly leaving the room full of people turned the other way, busy shouting profanities at a show they love so much because they didn't quite get what they wanted. That's fine. Valid. My heart breaks for you, truly and I wish I could do something about it but unfortunately, I can't. And I understand the frustration, I didn't quite get what I wanted either. A month or two ago I would've been shouting profanities and throwing tomatoes as well. But a wise woman and a dear friend once told me: you gotta remember what house you're in. So, I'm taking what I got and take my leave. Leaving this behind in hopes that maybe, if you decide to read it, it will at the very least help you get your mind off the swirl of emotion in your heart, even if just for a moment.

I'm not going to pretend it's some epic, amazing story. It's an idea that got rooted in my brain right after season 1 (so it's been growing there for 4 years), a tiny seed with nothing but a blurry concept and no details. I tried to commit to it, give it a good plot and I can say that what I came up with isn't that bad. But it's not elaborate, it's just one giant excuse for me to give Dick Grayson a chance to get to know his adopted daughter when she was just a tiny baby, to get to hold her and care for her and play with her, and have a myriad of complicated feelings about the whole experience.

Maybe it's my last Titans fic, maybe it isn't. Time will tell. There's still one Titans-related project I am actually, truly excited about, the sequel we promised and I know it will happen because the story is too precious to me, to us, to not see it through. But other than that... you can catch me over at The Last of Us side of AO3 from now on. Here, I guess it's lights out.

Chapters dropping whenever. I'll try to do it weekly, I have 4 chapters done, probably out of 5 or 6, but I'm still writing and at first I planned to not post anything until the story is finished but tbh I need to get it out of my system. Release it for the world to claim it. There was an option to wait until it's done and just drop the whole thing at once but... fuck it. It's out when it's out. I know I must sound defeated to you, and to some degree I am. But I'm also letting go of all these negative emotions by starting to release this story so I can enjoy the series finale with no heavy weight on my heart, shed some tears of joy instead of sadness or frustration as I say goodbye to my favorite fictional family and go celebrate an incredible run of an incredible show with my closest fandom friends. And I do love this story, I actually wrote some things today that I'm really happy about and excited to share, and I hope that you, if you decide to read it, will love it as well.

I'm not tagging anyone, here at least. I'll share it separately with the people I care about and let them decide what to do with it. If you find it, you decide to read it - great, good to see you, take a seat and enjoy the ride. Hit that subscribe button on AO3 if you want to follow or if you really want to be tagged here, let me know so I can start from chapter 2. If not, well, let's just let it get buried, maybe someone will find it someday.

All that's left for me to do is write a little bit more to finish this story and properly catch up on the fics from my friends, which is a slow process, I know, but I'm getting there.

As always, enjoy.

#dc titans #titans #tv: titans #dcu titans #titans fic #titans s4 #titans season 4 #dick grayson #kory anders #rachel roth #garfield logan #donna troy #graysonfam #dickkory

[rainytea]

Passing for remember you're a amazing writer, have a very cool and organizated blog. Can i request some relationship' headcannons with Kagura Mikazuchi x her non-magical fem! Reader, pls? 🥺👉👈

Kagura Mikazuchi x Non-Magical Fem!Reader Headcanons

Rating: SFW A/N: Thank you for the very kind words Anon! It really means a lot to get a message like that <3

Kagura takes a lot of pride in her magic-using abilities. She is highly skilled and taught some of her guildmates how to use their magic.

So it comes as a shock to everyone that her girlfriend doesn’t use magic. 

 Kagura has no issues with you not possessing a magical ability. In fact, it kind of gives her a break from the chaos that follows it. 

BUT IF YOU THINK THIS GIRL IS PROTECTIVE OF HER MAGIC-USING FRIENDS JUST WAIT!

Magic, to her, is a blessing and curse because of what people can do with it. She finds a sense of comfort knowing that you can't be used for your magical abilities and you can stay out of harm's way.

That being said, you need to remind her that you are capable of taking care of yourself. You're not frail, you don't have any magic. 

You two have probably bickered about that before.  

If anyone looks at you funny she’s prepared to slash them into pieces. You have to literally drag her away before blood is shed.

The girls at Mermaid Heel think you’re adorable and even if you’re not a mage, they still invite you out to hang out! Especially Millianna and Risley.

And yes, Kagura has to steal you away from them or you will spend all day with them. 

They joke that you're Mermaid Heel’s mascot since they don’t have an Exceed like Happy or Frosch. Congratulations. 

Kagura will practice her magic in front of you and look over for some type of insight

But like, girl, how tf are you supposed to judge her? You can't do that so it looks good.

Mostly trying to show off, but she'll end up critiquing herself. 

Her face still lights up when you praise her skills though. Even if you know nothing about magic. 

She has tried to teach you some type of magic, rather it is gravity magic or even holding Archenemy. 

Kagura Would respect your decision not to learn magic, but if you were curious about it, she’d try to teach you her early techniques. 

She’s proud of you, no matter what you do, as long as you are passionate about it. 

Whatever you choose to do in your time, she's got your back 100%. Even if she doesn't understand what it is, she supports you.

She's not so much of a cheerleader type of girlfriend, but she goes to all of your events with a gift and showers you in praise as soon as the event is over. 

Kagura has a lot of fans and admirers. Though she will drag you everywhere so that everyone knows she’s off limits. 

“Yes, I’m sure you’re aware of my girlfriend, Y/N. Now I’m not going to tell you again to leave.”

Kagura likes to show you off to her closest friends. She introduced you to Erza since she’s the closest thing to a big sister your girlfriend has. Erza was also shocked to know you weren’t a mage but praised you for humiliating Kagura. 

PLUS YOU TWO ARE CUTE!

#kagura mikazuchi #readerfic #fairy tail #reader insert #kagura fairy tail #fairy tail fanfiction

[bmodiwrites]

things you said too quietly? Or things you Said after we kissed with Steddie ofc 🥺

How about a mix of both? I think I can swing that! Thanks for the request, dear friend - you're the best!

Upon hearing voices echoing from outside of Rick's cabin, Eddie crouched down on the far side of the boat, immediately on guard. He heard Dustin, but others, too. That was worrying, so he grabbed for the closest thing to him - the beer bottle was easy to break against the side of the boat. He stayed hidden as they approached. His heart was racing because there were so many people he didn't recognize.

Despite that, Eddie wasn't truly on high alert until Steve Harrington walked through the door. For whatever reason, red flags went up in Eddie's brain and he pounced. Steve was so taken aback that Eddie moved his body so easily, like a rag doll - they were chest to chest against the boat house wall before either of them could blink. Eddie shifted until the sharp edge of the beer bottle was against Steve's neck - each hitch of breath brought Steve's skin close to that jagged broken piece. A surge of satisfaction ran over him.

Then, it quickly shifted to arousal when Steve whispered a choked off "fuck" that Eddie only heard because they were pressed so close. It was too quiet, not even meant for Eddie's ears. As Steve's eyes widened, Eddie recognized a little more than surprise. Eddie's chest tightened at the realization that Steve felt the odd jolting spark between them, too. It was easy to see that this boy, a little younger than himself, meant him no harm. At least, not in a way that Eddie wouldn't enjoy in the process.

He stayed in his aggressive stance until Dustin vouched for him - only half of Eddie made that decision because he was still on guard. By the time he was released, Steve was panting in the clutch of Eddie's hand. If only Steve could feel the unsteady beat of his heart.

Suddenly, the bad news he knew he was about to receive didn't intimidate him nearly as much as he figured it would. Luckily, Steve Harrington presented him with a distraction worthy of a few brain cells that made the load of worry a little less.

With that in mind, Eddie made subtly flirting with Steve a sort of game. He treaded the line of making his statements too overt, because Eddie's ability to read the mixed signals Steve gave off wasn't nearly good enough to risk getting his ass handed to him. It was fun, though, and reciprocated just enough for Eddie to allow himself to enjoy it. So many strange things were happening that a little normal pining was the touch of reality Eddie needed.

Things got very real very fast, making it easy to give into long looks and elbows in the ribs that gave comfort in a time that was dark and admittedly scary. He never expected for it to continue when they got back to the Hawkins that'd turned it's back on Eddie, but it did. Steve stayed close and worked hard to execute the plans that would give them a bigger step up, that would help Eddie.

Eddie tried not to think about the way his heart fluttered, because there were bigger things happening and more people that Steve cared about than just Eddie - his influence on Steve's behavior wasn't noteworthy, even. Couldn't possibly be.

He changed his mind when Steve cornered him a few minutes before they were going to head back into the Upside Down and split up. And while Eddie still never appreciated the idea of a party dividing itself, he was more than happy to play up the distraction to buy the rest of his friends some time. He came to grips with protecting Dustin at all costs, no matter what that meant. Steve and the tight smiles and the particularly amazing way his vest looked on athletic shoulders shouldn't have mattered.

Sharing space with Steve made it hard to think past the large mark on his neck and the wetness of lips that were bitten and bruised from nerves only fighting for survival could produce. He let his vision flit back and forth between both of those things because staring at another boy's lips wasn't always the best idea. Then again, Steve was the one to herd him into a spot that was both private and small. The tight quarters made it impossible for Eddie not to at least look.

Still not sure what was about to happen, Eddie stayed silent with his fists clenched tightly by his sides. It would be silly to let his rogue limbs reach up and grip Steve's middle where his vest still sat against Steve's chest. The fabric was familiar to him, would feel like home - probably even more so with Steve wrapped within it.

Eddie tried to force those thoughts away but suddenly Steve's hand was grabbing his bicep - he could feel the heat of Steve's palm through his thick leather jacket. Despite himself, Eddie leaned into the touch. "I'm scared that you might do something stupid," Steve said, his grip tightening slightly.

Sighing softly, Eddie moved his shoulders in a noncommittal gesture. "I've got a job to do, Harrington. In the grand scheme of things, we're all fucking idiots." Their plan wasn't fool proof and taking on a master manipulator couldn't possibly come without its dangers. Still, Steve's instincts weren't the worst. He wouldn't risk Dustin's life, Eddie had already made that decision.

In the next moment, Steve's hand had moved from Eddie's arm up to his neck, the edge of his thumb toying with the chain he always wore around his neck. His fingers were long, naturally tangling into resilient hair that forever clung to Eddie's skin.

Eddie bit into his bottom lip to stop the desperate 'Steve' building up in his chest from falling out into the open. Steve was quick to use his free hand to halt the gesture - the touch of his thumb was like fire. After tracing Eddie's bottom lip, Steve settled that hand onto the edge of his jaw. It was easy to use that grip to tilt Eddie's head towards him.

Eagerly, Eddie met him halfway - their lips touched in a surprisingly soft kiss. His hands moved on their own, clenching into the front of Steve's jacket. When he realized that Steve wasn't going to pull away, Eddie flattened his hands, resting his palms against Steve's chest, instead.

The pesky need to breath forced them apart. Though Eddie was happy to draw in oxygen again, he already missed the soft press of Steve's lips against his own.

In the silent moment where their chests returned to a normal rhythm, Eddie leaned the side of his head against Steve's - no matter what happened next, Eddie would always have this moment, Steve's warmth and comfort, if only for just this moment. Then, Steve turned his head so his lips were against Eddie's ear, the movement of them tickling the skin there. "I need you to be safe, Eddie. Please."

And though the narrow space between them made those words sound intimate, Eddie picked up on the desperation that lingered under the surface, too. Eddie forced his eyes closed because the worry was too much to deal with when their kiss was still so fresh on his mind. But maybe that was a good thing - he'd been weighed down by the guilt he felt about his inability to act with Chrissy. In another world, it might've been enough to drive him to make decisions with only that in mind.

That was before Steve and that barely audible fuck he couldn't help, before Steve's concern became tangible, before Eddie understood that hope was more than just a dream. Taking in a deep breath, Eddie ran his hands from Steve's chest to the flat of his shoulder blades, pulling him in closer. Now, Eddie could feel the steady rise and fall of life thrumming through Steve, the beat of his heart solid against him. He wanted to experience this again, to have Steve so close.

He muttered a soft "okay", too strung out on fear and nerves and the flippy feeling in his stomach to say anything else. Steve nodded against him, anyway, like that small reassurance was enough.

Sooner than either of them were ready for, reality came calling. They parted with the promise that at the end, there'd be more opportunity for more moments, for some more time. That thought made it easier to pull away and join Dustin in hopes of providing enough of a distraction to get the job done.

When push came to shove, Eddie was happy to follow Dustin back through the gate when the bats started to overrun the trailer. It was more than worth it to see the look in Steve's eyes as he got up from Eddie's mattress a while later and saw him standing there. In a world where surviving meant Steve Harrington eagerly striding towards him, Eddie had no choice but to keep on living.

things you said prompts

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve/eddie #bobbie writes #things you said prompts

[ay-chuu]

Hi! Could I request a BSD matchup?

Gender/Pronouns: female, she/her

Mbti: ISTJ

Zodiac: Leo

Likes/Hobbies: programming, astronomy, stargazing, gemology, mineralogy, cloudy and rainy weather, peaceful strolls, museums, reading, collecting vinyls, all-nighters, relaxing in nature, playing violin

Dislikes: loud noises, intense smells, high temperatures, big gatherings of people, not sticking to plans, childish and reckless ppl, coffee and alcohol (never grew to like it, don't think I ever will)

Phobias: huge acrophobia and i'm also terribly scared of water - lakes/oceans/seas/rivers.. even swimming pools are off limits. I am also really really scared of dogs. Doesn't matter how "friendly" thay might be, I'm not getting anywhere near one.

Ideal partner: Someone understanding and dependable, who wouldn't try to spring too much change on me cuz i don't deal with unplanned things well. I'm autistic so I have big difficulty in forming intimate relations and need more time for processing to engage and interact socially and find it extremely hard to read non-verbal social cues, so someone patient, who can openly express their emotions and what's on their mind would be highly appreciated. They would also have to be okay with the fact that I move around rather slowly (and need to rest more often cuz I get easily overstimulated) and have weeks when I won't speak for few days. As for appearance, it doesn't matter at all, I would like them taller than me but I'm 4'11 so it shouldn't be a problem lol

Additional - about me: Rather aloof, rational and private loner with a sharp tongue and witty remarks on hand. I'm that friend you call at 3AM because u did sth stupid and now u need help (and i will get there, after spending 30min screaming at u for how dumb u are and telling u that there's no way i'm getting out of my house rn). Honestly, all I need is PEACE. peace and silence.

Drabble: First kiss

Thank you so much in advance! Hope you're doing well and have a great day♡

Thank u so much love 🫶🏽🌼 i think you are a very intresting person. Hope you have an amazing day.

I match you with... (っ＾▿＾)💨

ODASAKU!

Well, the person who united you two was Odasaku. I think you had a lot of trauma from people because of what you wrote, and he was one of the few people who was able to make you get over it. You unintentionally fell into a secret love affair with Odasaku, who was always kind and understanding towards you. Even though most people cannot understand you as lovers when you are together, you two have a harmony that most love relationships envy.

Odasaku loves your thoughts, your flaws or dislikes or anything else that sound stranges to say it 'loving' because he knows you do the same thing to him. You have strange sacrifices towards each other. For example, although he loves dogs, he always keeps them away from you. Or even though you hate alchol, you always spend time with him at the Lupine bar with orange juice in hand. The love between you was born as a result of the trust and sincere friendship developed. He was the first to open up because, as I said, it was a secret love.

There are many things he loves about you, but if he had to list his favorites, it would be your interest in many areas, your determination, and your ability to be both a friend and a lover. You were not only his beloved, but also his closest life friend.

ISTJ and INFJ are a power couple because they are united both logically and emotionally. Leo and Scorpio are a couple that will experience the same definition as in the previous sentence when they proceed with the same logic. You are a tough mother and tough dad couple 💪🏽😼

He is always respectful and understanding of your feelings, your comfort zone, and any decision you make about your life. However, he will prevent you from doing anything that will upset or hurt you because he would rather break up with you than see you upset/hurted <3

Some moments i dream for you two;

A quiet but peaceful and loving cafe meeting while Odasaku writes a book and you code, going to each other's favorite, scientific and mystical places (museums, orphanages, abandoned streets, antique shops...), crying on Odasaku's shoulder because you're feeling emotionally exhausted which turns the first night you fell asleep together, and the last one, a perfect 5th anniversary as you looked with filled eyes at the wedding ring he presented to you <3

...First Kiss <3

Odasaku has always been a strange man to you. Both with his current actions despite his bloody past, and with the softness he offers despite the harsh temperament of his character.

As you awkwardly held hands on the bench you were sitting on and acted as if you hadn't just come out of the causal attack launched by Dazai's army. You silently looked out at the nearly raining sky.

Maybe that's why you were so attracted to him. Perhaps he was so attractive to you because the contradiction he gave to his own being was similar to the contradiction of certainty you experienced with yourself.

You felt Odasaku turn to face you and tightened your hand as he spoke. “I'm sorry for involving you in Dazai's troubles...”

You looked at him silently as you smiled dreamily to yourself, just shrugging that it was no big deal.

“When you always accept this things like that for who I am, I feel like a child who has been naughty but still receives a compassionate response.” Odasaku said. As he slowly puts his hand on your neck and caresses your skin.

You were quite aware that the answer was within what you were questioning. You fell in love with Odasaku neither for his own contradiction nor for a reason you could empathize with.

As it started to rain, you wondered if Odasaku had realized that the affection he gave you equated to a bond of love that went far beyond just accepting you as you are. “It's funny that the person who said that gave me the kind of affection given to a kid who's been up to more than one mischief, Odasaku…”

Odasaku chuckled as he smiled at your playful tone, silently leaning his forehead against yours. "If it were me, you would do the same, my love."

And he was right. You would.

You fell in love with how Odasaku was also interested in the contradiction of own existence that you felt, as if he wasn't already suffering enough with his own existence. You fell in love with the effort of a true lover.

Maybe it was the mood you were feeling at the moment, or maybe it was because you were surprised enough by your current excitement, but when Odasaku leaned forward, you never questioned him.

Because a true lover does not fall in love with an individual with the rosy rules of life. A true lover does not love because he feels loved. A true lover notices, approaches and embraces his problem as if it were his own. Because a true lover knows that his soul matches yours, and for this he strives for both of you with his own body... Like Odasaku, who is a definition of True Lover.

And when your lips touched each other for the first time, you were sure that you had reached the answer your heart wanted and the result your mind wanted.

Because a true lover cannot give worldly (physical) love; They give a (spiritual) love that can be valid even in a place where your presence is not important.

#by.aychu #matching/shipping event! #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd odasaku #oda sakunosuke #odasaku x reader #oda sakunosuke x reader

[eyrieofsynapses]

Redemption Panel Highlights and Reactions

GATORS

i.e., Beth Riesgraf and Christian Kane (mostly Beth) talking about filming the scenes in (what I presume is) The Rollin’ on the River Job, where they’re pulling some stuff out of the water, and finding out the next day that there was an absolutely massive alligator pulled out of the same place just a little while after they filmed it

Beth’s impression of the wildlife folks warning them about the alligators

Beth scaring the hell out of Noah Wyle by yelling “GATOR” at him just after he finished his scene

seriously that was an absolutely WILD part of the panel

Everyone showering Aleyse Shannon with literally all the love!

Aldis Hodge in particular big-brothering her, and also the older actors calling her out for not giving herself enough credit, and Dean Devlin talking about how she blew him away at the auditions with her ability to turn on a dime

Seeing Kane with his glasses off wiping at his eyes, momentarily thinking “you okay dude?” and then realizing that he was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes

(same)

The The Bucket Job clip! I’ve been a bit meh on a lot of Redemption, just in how it didn’t feel quite right, but that is possibly the absolute closest I’ve seen it get to the original in the best way. Brilliant

Which comes as no surprise since BETH RIESGRAF directed the episode!!! And apparently put an insane amount of effort in!

Beth’s utter delight and joy at both directing the episode and having the crew behind her

THE CHAIR

So apparently she and Christian went to town on the fight scene and he winds up tied up in a chair somewhere along the line and there’s a whole wild scene, which I am really looking forward to

Beth knowing how insanely particular he’d be about things like zip ties vs rope and what kind of rope e.t.c. e.t.c.

Apparently this is also tied into a VERY DEEP scene with Eliot? It sounds like they’re going to go super hard on his backstory, which is terrifyingly exciting

Just. Beth and Christian going very hard on that episode together

Speaking of: the panel’s going amazingly, I’m laughing so hard my stomach hurts, things are relatively light, and then, of fucking course—

Kane hitting us over the head about Eliot being a mass murderer who can’t be redeemed, is trying to stay static so that he can maintain the place he’s in, and is thus LIVING VICARIOUSLY THROUGH HARRY

What the FUCK. This is of course incredibly insightful and perfectly on point (because it’s Kane) but also, EXCUSE ME, OUCH, why would you DO THAT to us?

Everyone talking about having their families on set and their kids!

Beth’s son growing up on the original Leverage set and now going into being a director himself!

Gina’s daughter also growing up on set!

Noah Wyle’s daughter is playing Harry’s daughter I REPEAT NOAH WYLE’S ACTUAL DAUGHTER IS PLAYING AS HARRY’S DAUGHTER

Gina Bellman remaining relatively stoic throughout much of the panel (seriously, this woman, how the heck does she do it) and then losing it when they’re asked about running/inside jokes

A lot of them are, of course, apparently not appropriate to be spoken on-panel

(A lot of the others are the little inside ones that are special enough not to be ones they want to share, which is sweet!)

Everyone collectively losing it over having LeVar Burton on for The Bucket Job

Devlin and everyone laughing about collecting the various Star Trek people on Leverage

Beth talking about Burton coming over while she’s getting ready and asking her if she’s living on coffee and water, her laughing because he was absolutely right, and then him gently reminding her to remember to eat, which is the sweetest thing in the world oh my gods

Kane apparently choreographing an intense scene with Burton and being scared out of his mind, because Burton really wanted to go for it, but to Kane it was like he’s a figurine that’s not to be messed with because he was so worried about hurting him

Kane choreographing a massive amount of the show, which I knew already, but seriously, this guy blows me away

Gina and the crew talking about how he’d be away for a day of shooting a fight and all of them would be missing him and thinking about him

Family Vibes

Everyone talking about how they’re very noisy and loud together on set and it’s a bit like walking into a group of people having Christmas dinner (or something to that effect) because they’re just Like That together

Aleyse being the most surprised by Beth when she met her because she was like a little angel of light during the auditions but turned out to be an absolute ball of wild energy on set

Gina going “wait you were a MODEL” at Beth

Aldis talking about how much he loved how Parker and Hardison’s relationship had developed and grown!

Also, Aldis apologizing when the New York (iirc) background noise got loud and everyone going “no no we get you”

His outfit is ON POINT today

Gina saying that Christian is the goofiest and wildest out of them in terms of humor

(she goes “some of you may not know this,” which, fair, but also, if you’ve seen more than ten minutes of this guy outside of character you know he’s an absolute ball of sunshine)

Gina, Beth, and Christian talking about how they’d challenge each other to stay off sweets back on the original set, because they knew they needed to stay in shape and also just because they’re competitive (apparently all of them are major sweet tooths) and hide brownies and things from each other, while Aldis is just. doing pushups. eating all the healthy stuff. and then wanders into the room with a literal cupful of chocolates

(and Aldis going “well yeah I have to work off the sweets SOMEHOW”)

Beth explaining that sometimes they’d order a “Kane burrito” from Christian and he’d alter it slightly

Like, you know, chopping up hot jalapenos super fine and mixing them in, and Beth practically not being able to talk after the first bite

Apparently Aldis still went back a lot even after that

(Christian just seems very pleased with himself over it)

(THESE PEOPLE)

Gina goes “hey we should have an episode where we all swap roles,” Devlin going “WAIT FOR SEASON ONE TO BE DONE,” and then somebody (maybe the moderator?? I don’t remember exactly) going “uh actually. We did that”

Cue immediate scramble of “WAIT WHICH JOB WAS THAT”

(paraphrasing) “Yeah you remember the bit where you put on Parker’s harness and went off a building?”

Turns out half the cast had actually forgotten that that existed and only remember when reminded

The original cast all think of the episodes as “jobs”!!!!

Everyone talking over each other, Devlin going “it was with Sterling when we blew up the offices,” deciding that it was the season one finale, and then trying to figure out what episode title it was (eventually they figure out it’s the David jobs)

Moderator and Devlin accurately commenting that the fans know the show much better than they do

Noah Wyle very correctly explaining how Electric Entertainment is like a family and Devlin just. Keeps people

Aleyse and Aldis talking about typing when they’re hacking and going “WHAT THE HECK DO WE TYPE”

Aldis goes “yeah I just type all the bad words that we’re not allowed to say”

Aleyse saying that she’s always a little worried they’re hiding a Word document behind the blue screen and they’re going to pull up what she’s typing at the end of the day and print it out and put it in her trailer going “what the HECK is this”

Noah talking about filming The Golf Job and just getting to direct Jason Marsters and Christian together

Apparently their dynamic in that episode accurately mirrors the one with their characters in Angel!

Which promptly goes straight to the comment that it was very hard to make Marsters look like a golfer (pfft)

(Also apparently Christian plays golf for fun with his friends? Not necessarily something I would’ve thought of!)

Aleyse happily talking about how she loved the dynamic on set and it was very different from what she was used to

Also Aleyse talking about doing stunts and everyone else praising her for going whole hog

Beth especially praising her for the bit where she’s hit with the paralysis injection (I don’t remember which ep it’s from) and her acting for it, because it was incredibly hard to drop off screen in the particular way she did

Aleyse promptly answers that she was terrified with some of those, especially one where she had to keep a clock from falling and breaking

Everyone discussing how they see a new aspect of Breanna’s character in The Train Job

Also, to get serious for a moment, Kate Rorick in particular talks about how Breanna’s part of Gen Z and how we didn’t get the “days of yore” where everything was chill. We’ve basically been living in a world of hostility the whole time. It’s something I deeply appreciate, as someone who’s part of that group, and I love how they emphasize that for us.

This panel was pure chaos and I loved every moment of it! My stomach was actually hurting from laughing so hard, I swear. They had me cackling well over half the time. I would happily take panels double or triple the length of this, this was amazing. I also adore how the second you drop these six people in a room together, they immediately take off and literally just run and give you everything you wanted and more. (It is also evidently very hard to get them to STOP talking.)

I’m also just going to stop and take a second to fawn over the effects for the 3D room. It’s gorgeous—I love how they replicated the headquarters, especially with the stained glass ceilings! Super impressive, especially with all the photos, and I just love the whole thing. Kudos to whoever put that together.

Anyway, I’m definitely missing some stuff too; seriously, there wasn’t a second wasted in this thing, they were cracking some kind of joke or dropping some really interesting piece of information practically every thirty seconds. (And I haven’t even gotten into the clips OR the bloopers. I miiiight do a separate reaction purely for those.) It’s still up right now if you missed it and you want to watch it! I’ll probably watch it again, honestly.

#leverage #leverage redemption #leverage redemption panel #synapse reacts

[lemliv]

SUGAR RUSH AU CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS

this is. Very long.

Ranboo (Aka Ranboo Le Quorish)

Candy: Licorice and Taffy !

Powermove: String-Shot

A speed boost that starts fast and gets gradually slower - two licorice poles shoot up from the ground while a string of taffy wraps around them, acting as a sling shot to propel him forward!

Racer type: ??

Go to phrase:

Description:

Ranboo is a racer- at least he thinks he is. Sure he’s never completed a race and glitches the ones he is in but he can’t escape the nagging feeling that he belongs on the race track. That things will be better once he proves that he can finish a race.

For now, however, he’s learning how to be content with his foggy memory, constant glitched state, and watching from the side lines. It’s all he can do after all.

Tubbo (aka Toby Jollypop Jr)

Candy: Green apple Jolly Ranchers and Jaw Breakers

Powermove: Jolly Rollers

A protective shield that forms around Tubbo’s Kart to temporarily make him invincible and causes other players to bounce off

Racer type: Tank

can take a lot of damage at the expense of speed

Go to phrase(s): “Let’s break some jaws!” / “Sugar!”

Description:

Tubbo has a good life. He places well in races, he has a best friend, a nice house, really anything a video game character can ask for. But he can’t shake the feeling of something being wrong. And all signs point to the figure who disappears mid race after messing something up.

With enough determination, and some would argue carelessness, he is determined to figure out who the glitch really is. And more importantly, he’s determined to help him.

Tommy (Aka Tommy Sowers)

Candy: Sour Patch Kids

Powermove: Sour-Sweet-Swift

A basic speedboost! He maintains a higher speed for a short amount of time - its extended the further behind he is

Racer Type: Starter Racer

A type exclusive to Tommy. It makes him available on easy mode at all times (booting out the 9th spot if not on the roster already) Overall he’s a very well rounded but middle ground racer who is assisted by who he races with

Go to phrase(s): “Patch up your karts and let’s get sour!” / “Spice!”

Description:

Tommy is a racer in every meaning of the word. He likes competition, he’s loud and energetic, and he always seems to be going. Tommy loves his life and doesn’t get why others wouldn’t. He gets along with everyone, and wouldn’t mind if everything stayed the same.

Wilbur (aka Wilbur Cin O’Spice)

Candy: Cinnamon Discs

Powermove: Cinnamon and Spice

Wilbur throws up a cloud of spices temporarily blinding nearby racers

Racer type: Skill required

A moderate to eh racer when not properly used, but an amazing one to a devoted player. Has great handling, the kart flows through shortcuts easily, and power move is useful when applied right

Go to phrase: “Let’s spice things up!”

Description:

Wilbur is analytical, if you ask him he was simply coded that way. Always trying to find the best route and path, and figuring out solutions. It’s what he’s known for! So when Phil retired unexpectedly, giving no answers nor reason, Wilbur has determined that it’s now his job to find out why. More importantly, to get him back.

Techno(blade)

Candy: strawberry bon-bon (strawberry granny-candy)

Powermove: Straw-brawl

Temporarily gains more spikes on his kart, making him harder to hit and causing more damage to others

Racer type: Tank

can take a lot of damage at the expense of speed

Go to phrase: less lines - more so lots of noises like HEH when he gets hit and laughter when he hits others

Description:

Techno loves a good challenge, and as of recently races have been lacking. He doesn’t find the same enjoyment that he used to back before Phil stopped racing. So instead, he focuses on studying. Namely other games, but really anything he can study will do. He claims he’s read countless books from around the arcade, and will gladly give the information out if asked.

Phil

Candy: Green Peppermint Candy Canes

Powermove: ?

Racer type: ?

Go to phrase: ?

Description:

Phil used to be a racer. Arguably the best racer in the game prior to his retirement. After disappearing mid race, and not coming back until a week later he made a simple announcement. He would be stepping down as the leader of the racers and wouldn’t be racing for an undisclosed amount of time. Anytime anyone begged for the whys or whats, his lips were sealed, and still are.

Dream

Candy: Toxic Waste and Juicy Drop Pops

Powermove: Toxic Sludge

His kart lets out a liquid that causes racers behind him to slow down, it disappears after a short amount of time

Racer type: Speedy

Fastest karts at the expense of less handling and can't take a lot of punches

Dream has the fastest kart

Go to phrase(s): “Oh come on now- Smile!” / “Some people just can’t handle their sour candy”

Description:

Dream is the new leader of the Sugar Rush racers. When Phil disappeared he noticed how disorganized everything became and jumped to fix it, figuratively keeping the game running during hours. When Phil returned and didn’t take back the position, no one had any opposition to him staying. Dream runs the game democratically, seeing himself as someone to enforce rules rather than solely make them, and he tries his best to make sure everything is fun and perfect for the racers.

Sapnap

Candy: Red Hots

Powermove: Too Red-Hot to Handle

A speedboost that involves flames bursting out of Sapnap’s exhausts speeding him up until they burn out and he slows down quickly

Racer type: Well-rounded

Doesn’t have a particular strength or weakness - just well rounded!

Go to phrase(s): “BOOM BABY!” / “If you can’t handle the heat - get off the track!”

Description:

One of Dream’s closest friends, prior to Phil’s retirement, he was known as a dedicated and passionate racer. Now he’s one of the most trusted advisors for Dream, letting his opinions be heard with a blunt yet passionate emotion-fueled manner.

George

Candy: Blue Raspberry Gummy Rings

Powermove: [unnamed - send in suggestions!]

Temporarily gains the ability to bounce off of objects / racers rather than hitting and slowing down- repeated bouncing also causes a small speed boost

Racer type: Skill required

A moderate to eh racer when not properly used, but an amazing one to a devoted player. Has great handling, the kart flows through shortcuts easily, and power move is useful when applied right

Go to phrase(s): "I could beat you in my sleep!” / “Guess I’ll have to bounce back”

Description:

Dream’s other closest friend, standing in opposition to Sapnap, George could be amazing if he tried at racing a bit more. He’s known for sleeping in and showing indifference towards most things. Though for Dream, he knows George provides an analytical and logical thought process that can’t be beat.

Fundy

Candy: Candy Corn and Caramel

Powermove: Trick or Treat!

Fundy throws a random item from his cart that looks noticeably self made - sometimes it’s catastrophically bad, sometimes it just helps him, and other times it actually might assist a racer nearby !

Racer type: ??

Mysteriously - Fundy’s stats seem to change every so often though, surely it's just people remembering wrong?

Go to phrase(s): “Stay crafty and stay ahead!” / “Clever as a fox and just as sweet!”

Description:

Jack of all trades - master of none suits Fundy relatively well if you don’t take coding into account. Fundy used to be Phil’s advisor on coding when he was the leader, but since his retirement and Dream’s decline of Fundy’s offer to be his advisor, he’s picked up new hobbies. He fiddles and invents things, including messing with his own kart.

With experience that no one else has but his own reservations, Fundy has his own opinions on what’s going on in Sugar Rush.

EXTRA CHARACTERS

Kristin (non-racer)

Description: Bartender at a different video game called Tapper - her and Phil grew close during his break from racing and are now dating. She doesn’t play a big role in the story I just wanted to add her because they’re so sweet.

Jack Manifold (aka Jack Manifold)

Candy/sweet: Bomber pops

Powermove: [send in name suggestions}

Not so much a temporary boost as it is that when you fall off the map with Jack - instead of dying you’re placed back on the track!

Racer type:Speedy

Fastest karts at the expense of less handling and can't take a lot of punches

Go to phrase(s): “The Manifold always comes back!” “Bombs away!”

Description:

Minor rival to Tommy - just designed him because I wanted to. Does have his own track though - it’s cold / ice cream themed.

[gojology]

Intense Healing Session.

the request :

pairing : caring! healer! fem! reader x gojo satoru hehhehe warnings : cursing, implications of seggs after sum intense kissing, pet names wordcount : 2.0k a/n : yoyo i’m back!! semi-long one for u all. cute request, anon. sorry for late delivery. pls dont rate me a 1/5 on yelp </3 hehe the title is kinda funny LOL

     You’re beginning to hate Satoru.        Surprisingly, it’s not for the reasons people dislike him- he’s a bit of a blabbermouth, never quite learned how to seal his lips just because of how important he was to the jujutsu world. Unsurprisingly, he gets away with everything because he’s attractive and crucial to defeating curses, and there’s no shame in admitting it.       People hate Satoru for his destructive personality, he’s carefree and doesn’t let anything get to him. This may be a good trait for the untrained eye, but look carefully and you’ll see just how hectic he gets. It’s manageable since you don’t have to deal with him at the level of the Jujutsu elders.       You don’t particularly hate him for this, though.       It’s the fact he puts you through so much work, for almost no reason. You’re a healer- something very important to the quaint school that you worked at. Healing abilities are often overlooked, it’s often said that if a jujutsu sorcerer can’t provide offense, then they’re not much of a jujutsu sorcerer. Unfortunately, you have little to no talent in the battlefield, so essentially you’re a meat shield to everyone.      It was a growing occurrence to see him after every business trip, slightly roughed up but not enough to kill him. He comes into the room you share alongside Shoko, almost always when she’s not there, takes his shirt off, and displays a wide variety of cuts and bruises on his back like he’s a museum. You’d scold him, asking him how he’d get such abrasions with his infinity up constantly- but Satoru would hum, unanswering while you’re working your hands on his back.      Maybe you’re overreacting- but something tells you he does this on purpose, perhaps to fuck with you, and you’re bitter about it.     So it wasn’t surprising to see him whistle a sweet tune, hands shoved deep into his uniform pockets, casually strolling into the medical attention room for the fifth time this month.    “Gojo Satoru.” you say his full name aloud, just so he knows how much you hate his presence. Turning to look at you, his face displays innocent shock, but you just know that he’s probably rolling around in the inside seeing how riled up you got just by him stepping into the room.     Drained, lifeless eyes stare back at his childish bright ones.     Gojo places a hand on his chest defensively, “Well, I’ll be, Y/N. When did you want to disrespect your senior?” he snickers before shutting the door behind him. “You mad?”      “Unbearably. Lucky I care for you.” you utter back, venom dripping in your words, you feel like you’re making a fool of yourself as you shove your lunch aside that you had been enjoying on the tiny table next to you, sighing and rubbing your temples, tugging and effectively straightening your coat. “Get on the bed, let me work my magic.”     Looking at you with a shit-eating grin, he whistles, placing his elbows against the mattress, his roughened hands caressing his cheeks. “Working your magic? I’m interested. Tell me more, Y/N. Does this involve... Getting naked, perhaps?”     Staggering, you give him a dirty glare, “Satoru! I’ve been working my ass off like every week to get you all healed up, and you dare be perverted in my-”     “No cursing, lil girl! You wouldn’t want this rubbing off on Yuuji-kun and everyone else, would you? You’d be charged with a felony!” leaving you stunned for a second time- the first time being when his lanky figure strode into the room like it was his room- you don’t even know how to respond. How could one possibly be so... Ungrateful for your work?  Well, then again the elders existed... That was besides the point, though. You’re not even sure if Yuuji knows what the word fuck or shit is.     He drags his finger lazily along the cot, drawing various shapes into existence, giving you a skeptical look. “Not gonna answer? Stumped?”     He broke through your train of thought, and you shake your head. “Satoru, I don’t know any sort of fighting jujutsu, but I will fucking pulverize you and make sure you’ll be dust by the time I’m done with y-”     Butting in, he raises his hand as a way to shut you up. “Honeybun, you’re an amazing jujutsu sorcerer, but I hope you realize why they call me the strongest of all time. If you haven’t noticed, it’s because I have a constant shield. The closest you can get to doing that is maybe poking me.”     Giving him a snooty face, you’re frankly about to push him out of the room with sheer willpower and hatred alone. It seems he realizes this, a moment of adoration flickering across his eyes before finally neutralizing. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop playing with you. You’re so cute when I do though, like a little... Rabid raccoon! How can I not resist?”     It’s difficult to tell if that’s a compliment or an insult, with Satoru, it could be several things. But, you’re still slightly flattered, knowing him he’d go out of his way to lengthen his insult if it was one- just another reason why you hated him. Being called a rabid raccoon was definitely not on Satoru’s top 10 utterly offensive insults.       “Shut up, Satoru. Here, take off your shirt, what did you get yourself into this time?”       He obliges with a nasty grin on his handsome features, hastily yanking off his uniform. Underneath was a very meticulously trained body, toned muscles and all. You can’t help but to also catch a glimpse of his collarbones, which were so defined it looked like it could cut your butter for your morning pancakes. You gulp, blinking, you had forgotten just how well-shaped he was in the one week you hadn’t seen him.       “No need to stare, sweetums.” he chirps, realizing your darkening cheeks. “Feed my ego any more and I’ll probably burst and my organs will decorate your walls. You can donate my body to the local college, they’ll be surprised by how top-notch they are.”       Giving him another stern, but much more sheepish gaze, he snaps his mouth shut, but a triumphant smile replaced his grin in place.      “Please, no gruesome detailing. I’d much rather my cute kitten posters.” you motion to a white cat slumbering peacefully in a basket.      “Looks just like you.” he says.      You close your eyes and pretend he’s not there, choosing to ignore yet another one of his compliments, but your heart thumps faster in your heaving chest. Heaven knows how curious your hands could get if you could see where you were touching-      “Those are my abs, Y/N. I think we’re focusing on my back.” he muses aloud in an almost teasing tone. You can already imagine how obnoxious his face is, opening your eyes hesitantly, blinking to adjust to the bright room lights. Your hands are still hovering above his abs, his gaze is upon yours, looking at you with a mix of speculation and speechlessness. Instead of his unusual smug smirk, there’s an almost coy expression on his features, which shocked you.        “How’d your hands get there? Last time I checked, abs are at the front, not the back, hmmm?”        You grit your teeth, your face flush with warmth at your sudden realization. There was no cheeky retort you could’ve possibly come up with, after all, he was right, how did your hands wander to his abs? You weren’t thinking of doing it. You weren’t interested in him either, but he was attractive. Of course you’d be too curious for your own good.. Yes, that was it..       “Your hands are still on an inappropriate place, Y/N. Except, a lil lower than last time.” he chuckles wholesomely as you jerk up, straightening yourself and clearly sweating, your arm wiping your brow and exhaling a drawn-out and awfully dramatic sigh.       “Give me a break, Satoru. I just, um, you know... Zone out.” your pitch was unconvincing, high-pitched and wavering, bringing your chances of believability to a low.      “So, this is like, the 375th time since you’ve zoned out, lil girl.” he tsks, “You’ve gotta sound convincing if you wanna fuckin lie, you know.”      “I--” you falter, now clearly a shade darker than you were just 5 minutes ago. Your heart beating so rapidly it was almost like you were running a marathon. Why was your pulse so quick? Why was everything in the room a blur besides him? Why couldn’t you focus on healing him? What was he doing to you?      “You haven’t even begun the healing process.” he murmurs, his large hands caressing your arm that was by your side. “Anything you want to tell me, pumpkin? I’m on a tight ass schedule, but I’ll let Ijichi solve that. Spit it out.”       His voice rang out high and clear amongst the hectic fight that was going inside your head, steadying your thoughts. A few moments pass by, studying him, lips moving but no words coming out. Why was it so difficult to say through the insults, you cared for him, and wanted him to be more careful? Was it because of the monster inside of you, who wanted him to get hurt, to spend his time with you, listen to his horrible compliments and giggle at the jokes he made as you worked at a snail’s pace on his back, that weren’t even funny, but was funny because of his presence in the dead room, his boyish laugh very much needed in such days of flatness?      “Satoru..” you finally muster out, his eyes flickering on you once more as he was studying the kitten poster with much boredom. “I just.. Care for you.”      “Huh.” is all he says, face falling and examining the spotless floor. “Is that all?”      Acknowledging his body language, you huff, suddenly filled with the need to defend yourself. “What else did you want me to say? I just feel like you’ve gotten yourself hurt a lot more recently and... I just, want you to be more careful. That’s all.”     “No.” he was barely audible, so you had to lean down to hear him. “No, that’s not it at all. You’re hiding something. Do you prefer me to say it?”     Puzzled, you peer at him with childlike curiosity gleaming in your eyes. What did he know about you that you didn’t? Surely, you knew all about yourself?    “You’re not that fucking dumb, are you?”     “Huh?-” you begin to speak, clearly offended, but you’re stopped.     By none other than his lips.      They’re soft, pillow-like even. A familiar warmth floods inside of you at the sudden physical contact from Satoru, except it’s amplified by 10 times. A moan slips out of your mouth, his hand against your back so suddenly you could’ve sworn it wasn’t there just a millisecond ago. His lips were mashing against yours, as if he wanted to have done this a long time ago. You hungrily push back, teasing your mouth with his tongue that slipped just barely into your mouth before indulging in you, which you thought wouldn’t had ever happened prior to this.      You grip the back of his head firmly, as if he were to escape, other hand tangled in his snow white tufts of hair. Eyelashes fluttering, heavy breathes fanning out both of your noses, your lips were sure to be swollen after this. Your tongues dueling each other, working your mouth against his. His unoccupied hands start to play with the hem of your shirt, and another moan slips out of your mouth, anxious to have progressed so far to the removal of clothing, but at this point, you’re ready for anything.    ‧₊˚✩彡.       “I don’t think Gojo-Senpai and Y/N-Senpai are just in an intense healing session.” breathed Yuuji with a terrified look in his eyes, clutching his arm that was bloodied up, his head leaned close to the firmly shut door.        Nobara looked like she was about to faint, looking at the door as if it was a several feet tall monstrosity of a curse.        “What? What are they doing in there?” Megumi knelt down to where Yuuji was, pushing his ear against the door, and immediately his eyes shot open, a traumatized look in his fearful eyes.        “What the fuck.” 

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[3desiderium3]

For your love

chapter two - Venus Doom

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pairings : reader x damiano david

story summary : damiano and reader are in very loving relationship that sometimes almost too quickly becomes too toxic for anyone likings

chapter warning (s) : basically I want to describe you how I imagine Y/Ns and Damianos relationship in the best way possible.

THIS IS NOT SOMETHING YOU SHOULD LOOK UP TO OR IDOLZE OR ROMANTICIZE!!!

slight angst , mentions of corruption , mentions of sex , mentions of abuse and some mental illnesses , god complex , mentions of various kinks ,

song recommendation - venus doom

Damiano David was a very complex person. He was a very hard to define persona. Adored and respected by many who knew him or not , never feared but was certainly often a main topic of various gossips.

He was very energetic and optimistic person , he loved to provide good time for the people around him but he also expected to be entertained. He was so artistic and charismatic, he had this cloudy velvety aura that could describe him as royalty.

He wanted everything or nothing .

He wanted to be dominant in every field he could reach. He was hardworking and stubborn.

He had a vision he didn't hesitate to fulfil.

His looks and his self presentation was mainly an act put up as guarding system and some sort of mechanism to prevent himself from bad outcomes.

Only his closest family , his bandmates ( whomst are also practically a family to him ) and his beloved dearest lover knew him truly.

Y/N however , knew him better than he did himself .

She was the first girl he let under his skin and under his layers of colours , luxurious presentations and egoistic posture.

He was bewitched by her. He opened himself up in all sort of ways he could to her.

She was the first girl he was making love to , not simply just fucking , but making love to, the first girl he ever cried in front of , the first one he introduced his ENTIRE family to , the first one he considered having their own family with etc .. etc ..

She was simply love of his life.

There was nothing much more to say about him than either to praise him or despite him.

Depending on if you wanted to be him / with him or if he stole your girl.

He was a sweet manipulative heartbreaker who was just simply along his fame and talent bored to death.

He cared about his physical appearance a lot , he took extra care when it came to facial and body hygiene and he loved to look good and markable.

He loved to dress fancy and he loved to wear accessories , he loved being in some dim spotlight.

He meet Y/N through his band mate Thomas , almost 3 years ago , and now they are dating 2 years in a row. Never breaking up but constantly fighting.

Her family loved him , I mean , everybody in her surrounding did. But their not so hidden aggressive and toxic relationship was not something they tried hiding.

He never laid a hand on her , only when fucking , he never cheated on her , only flirted to make her pissed , he maybe once beaten up a guy for talking to her , he never controlled her movements or tried changing her habits but he did liked to make bitchy comments trying to hide his jealousy and concern.

He had a huge pride along his ego that he was so damn skilled at hiding , but Y/N saw it instantly.

He was in fact often insecure when it came to dating , especially if it was a relationship he cared about.

He was not insecure about his looks , his habits , his actions , way of making love to a girl or if someone liked him or not. He was insecure if he is good enough at pleasing his partner in a spiritual and sensual way.

I repeat what I said . He always must be dominant.

So , in a situation like this , where you have a person whomst is consisted of su much pride and ego and insecurities , what are you going to do?

Y/N questioned her sanity and her mental health so many god damn times.

She was thinking for herself almost every second or third day if this is really what she wants for herself ? Is this the person she swears her life upon?

Yes.

And million yes in a row.

Damiano was a complex person with some certain needs that was just simply afraid of losing the most valuable person in his life.

His pride was not allowing him to admit that to her verbally , but his actions ( which Y/N knew like they where hers) gave him away.

So instead of reassuring himself somehow that their relationship is not in danger when it came to those simply and silly small things they fight over each day , he became violent and possessive.

His toxic and deadly behaviour and perfect skill of manipulation was the any way he thought was possibly good enough to keep her beside him.

She got hooked onto him.

She couldn't live a day without him. She would rather fight and yell at him than to leave him. He was her everything and so was she to him.

They where not so different. Y/N was also very capable of getting her way through manipulations and coping his actions.

But believe me... They where the sweetest and most dear people you could stumble upon.

They where both very supportive of each others carriers , they always had cute dates planned ahead and they had surprisingly the same hobbies.

They simply adored each other.

They where madly in love and it was taking over their racional reactions.

When a huge dramatic beyond the borders fight happens between them Y/N either gets kicked out of their apartment for the night or she simply leaves by herself.

In those times the only safe place is her parents house and she often heard her mother repeat the same damn words.

" Y/N I love that boy so much and he is very dear to me and your father as well , but he crossed the line again, you should start to consider if he is the healthiest option for you. "

Y/N hated her mother for being so right in such times.

Their mutual mental health was not a thing to brag about. They never mentioned paying visits to some kind of relationship adviser. They thought it was not needed , that they can handle themselves the best.

But Y/N did seek for some professional help and Damiano did not hold her back. He was happy even to hear about it. He never considered going for himself but he was happy and somehow sad that his lover could open to someone professional who could help her out with coping around stressful situations.

He was more than aware that he was causing her the most damage.

Their apartment was cozy , creamy coloured and modern. Their fashion taste was opposite yet similar.

They had a small dog and 2 gold fishes. They also planned to move into a bigger house with bigger yard once they decide on having family.

Damiano was convinced him and Y/N would be the most amazing parents a child could wish for , both of them spoiling their children with love and switching between good and bad cop role. He wanted a girl and a boy , in that order.

But he also wanted to focus on his career , Y/N as well.

Maybe those children will bring them closer to that inner peace they are eagerly searching for.

When it came to appearing together in public places they had one simple rule.

If I am not coming neither are you. They all shared mutual friends and they where always invited together on events and such things.

There was a difference actually.

When the band Måneskin, in which Damiano was lead singer , was invited somewhere Y/N always came , often mistaken for the 5th member or their menager. But in fact she way jealous of everyone landing an eye on her glorious boyfriend.

Those nights went peacefully some might say. But they didn't see the hand or thigh gripping under the table , the oral sex in public restrooms and silent eye language of hate and despite in their eyes . The kind of language only Y/N and Damiano knew for.

Y/N had a lot of friends. She was never forbidden to see them and she could go whenever as long as she was telling him where and with who she was , never turning her location off and always answering his calls and messages.

He had no problem with it , after all he followed her around secretly. She found out maybe 2 times out of 102.

Damiano is a type of ' a small circle of close friends and wide circle of acquaintances ' person. Victoria , Thomas and Ethan witnessed many fights of theirs.

Y/Ns best friend Y/Bsf/N as well.

The 4 of them would often exchange worried looks on their faces as Y/N would throw things at Damiano and he would shout such filthy and problematic stuff at her.

Ethan and Victoria had an intern joke that soon became something they rarely mention cause in each da they became more and more concerned for their friends.

" I don't need to watch porn , all I need to do is imagine Y/N and Damiano fucking after fight. "

Everyone thought that it was a phase these two lost themselves in. But it was not.

And it never got worse , it was always the same old tiring stuff between them.

Both of them where hard smokers , never considering doing drugs or overdosing with alcohol. Tho Damiano knew to drink beyond his abilities.

" If both of them would stop smoking , they could build two skyscrapers on the spot in one day. " Thomas and Y/Ns dad joked oftenly.

Thomas was the closest to Y/N out of the other band members. Damiano was never jealous of him neither did he felt like he could ruin their relationship.

First reason was that Thomas was the one who met them and thanks to who Damiano found the love of his life.

Second reason was that Thomas was beyond scared to even try thinking of doing something more than friendly to Y/N.

Victoria and Y/N had such a great friendship indeed. Having rare but meaningful girls night and sleepovers and rants about everything.

They cooked , went in shopping and shared topics about everything together.

Victoria was there for Y/N so many times listening to her cry on her shoulder about Damiano being an asshole.

Ethan was a huge softie for Y/N , he saw role model in her and he had just an amazing amount of respect for her. There was so much adoration between these two.

Damianos and Y/Ns sex life was yet another (not so much surprisingly) aggressive but consentive thing in their relationship.

It was built on mutual respect towards their partners needs. Simple as that is Damiano would never do and has never done something to make Y/N uncomfortable , same goes for her to him.

Before even sleeping together for the first time they detailedly talked about everything they where and where not interested in.

Their sex was rough, fast , aggressive , filled with degradation coming from his side.

Damiano was a switch top , but when it came to his so to say submissive side , it was expressed in very small amounts .

He loved being in charge , he was very flexible and he loved to use his tongue a lot , he loves to blindfold her and torture her , he loves slapping and biting into her soft creamy skin , shoulders , neck and chest especially.

He loved when Y/N left marks on his back and thighs from her sharp nails , he loved how she took good care of her hygiene and now she smelled.

He loved her hair and loved to squish her thighs. Did I mentioned he was into biting?

Y/N was flexible when it came to kinks , but she was definitely a switch bottom , it was just that she wasn't interested in being dominant and there was no need for it in her opinion.

She knew how to seduce Damiano , she knew very well.

After each time they slept together , regardless if it was fucking to realise all that stress or if it was love making he would always , but always ask her the same.

'Was it good , how are you feeling mio amore?'

Mio amore or simply amore was his favourite nickname for her . Aftercare was huge kink for them.

Damiano was not into letting Y/N leave visible marks on him , neither was he so much into marking her visible spots but sometimes when rage blinds him her porcelain heck is his canvas.

He loved planned dates and he loved bringing her various flowers every third or forth day. He never forgot about a single special day of theirs and he sometimes remembers the birthdays of her family members even before her.

He loved , and i mean loved spoiling her with gifts. Y/N also loved giving him gifts but more than that she loved to cook with him some delicious and various meals.

Damiano and Y/N where not near the perfect. But they where madly in love. And no one could ever take that away from them

A/N sooo as i sad on the beginning this is my personal view of the relationship these to have going on. This was in fact inspired by my personal experience and i want this story not fully to be a smut or nsfw but a kinda lovey one , just wanna say this is not kind of behaviour you should tolerate or romanticize !

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[kyberphilosopher]

Eunoia

The Mantis crew decides to take a well deserved break.  Word Count: 2422

Warning(s): straight fluff, short Requested: yep This can be read for a female, male, non binary, or any other reader.

Eunoia is the shortest English word containing all five main vowel graphemes. It comes from the Greek word εὔνοια, meaning "well mind" or "beautiful thinking”. It is also a rarely used medical term referring to a state of normal mental health. In rhetoric, eunoia is the goodwill a speaker cultivates between himself and his audience, a condition of receptivity. In book eight of Nicomachean Ethics, Aristotle uses the term to refer to the kind and benevolent feelings of goodwill a spouse has which form the basis for the ethical foundation of human life.

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Cal is actually not as observant as people think he is. You know because you’ve been leaning against his doorway, watching him, for about two minutes now and he hasn’t noticed a thing. 

Maybe if you were in his position you’d be the same. That seems about right. He’s hunched over his desk with the lamp on bright, tinkering with something that you can only assume is for BD-1. He’s probably lost in thought. Maybe he’s dreaming of better days. Or maybe he’s just trying to figure out which wires and bolts connect to which. There’s no way to be certain from your position. He’s the mechanic, you are not. 

So why have you been watching the redhead from his doorway for three minutes now? A simple answer. He is your friend, and you enjoy his company. Even when he’s not giving you attention, completely unaware to your presence in moments like this one, lost in his own world, it’s his warmth that really counts. Cal is such a relaxing bout of fresh air compared to everything else in the galaxy, in your life. It’s like being at a great party, but whether you enjoy it or not, stepping outside and tasting the air and the smell of something wonderful. Even if you had a day full of talking to people and had become burned out, talking to Cal would have been no problem at all. Maybe in a way that makes him your favorite person. 

Yeah, maybe. 

BD-1 jumps onto Cal’s desk. His head looks at the boys hands, cocking about as if observing. Then he meets your gaze, only to find a smile. One index finger raises to your lips, prompting the little droid to stay quiet about this, before you turn away and head towards the main part of the ship. 

“Where’s Cal?” Greez gruffs upon seeing you. He’s shaking spice onto a steaming brown plate, which puts a pep in your step. Greez’s cooking always makes life better. 

“In his room,” you answer. You turn from the doorway to the counter, where something hot does cause stringy, swirly puffs of air to waft upwards from a large metal container. With your back to Greez, you pull a plate for yourself and begin hulling it full of food. Some sort of rice or grain?  

“Hmph, that reminds me,” the Latero begins mid-chew. “Me and Cere was talking about taking a vacation.”

“Vacation?” you scrunch your eyebrows and put the lid back on the container. “Where to?”

“The beach maybe?”

You scoff as you turn around and lean on the counter. One hand holds the plate while the other uses your index finger to prod at the mush. It smells alluring. The individual pieces of it stick to your skin. They burn and sting, but it’s so small it doesn’t bring much of a reaction. “I don’t know a lot of beaches.”

“Well, ya know,” Greez shrugs. “Just a thought.”

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It was more than just a thought. Six days later, the Mantis touches down on Scarif. But first there’s the issue of landing. 

“Watch that tree,” you point, leaning over Cal’s shoulder as he co-pilots beside Greez. A second later, the ship gives a great rock and the palm tree crunches beneath it. “You weren’t watching the tree.”

“Sorry,” Cal offers sheepishly. 

“What?” Greez says. He’s the one in main control of the ship. He’d never let Cal take over the whole thing. “What he do?”

“Ran over a tree,” you snort. 

“Cal!” Cere scolds, turning around in her chair. 

“I said I was sorry!” Cal defends. 

“I’m telling the wookies what you did,” you whisper.

“Don’t,” Cal whispers back, though it’s still desperate. 

The Mantis parks itself in a field of tropical emerald on the cuff of a beach. The sand is white, the waves cyan and royal blue and sloshing. There’s several beaches on the planet. All of which are very beautiful. Would be a true shame if anything were to ever happen to Scarif. It’s so different compared to so many other planets in the galaxy- not occupied by Imperial forces or scumbags. 

Greez waves everybody off. Cere exits first. Cal is ahead of you, but he steps to the side and rather gentlemanly insists, “You first.”

You hum and move past him. The Scarif air hits your face with a warm breeze. It smells of salt and water and some kind of flower. The horizon goes orange and pink and salmon with the setting sun. It is... serene. It nearly knocks you off your feet. It takes his voice to realize Cal is beside you at the bottom of the ramp. 

“Woah,” he offers simply, in as much awe as yourself. 

“Woah,” you repeat in agreement. It’s still for a second. “Come on. Let’s join them. Or else I’ll have to cast a Jedi mind trick on you.” Your fingers wiggle up and down by Cal’s face for dramatic effect. 

Cal rolls his eyes. “Shut up,” he utters with a push on your elbow, urging you forward into the sand. 

Okay, so maybe you like Cal more than just a friend. But who can blame you? Things had been feeling different between you two lately. You’d always gotten along pretty smoothly. You made up for skills that Cal seemed to lack himself, and his abilities- human and nonhuman- never ceased to amaze you. He was a friend. And then, when you tended to the stab wound he’d gotten from Vader, there was a moment where you held each others eyes. After that, the joking became more constant. The little touches on the shoulders and elbows and forehead taps happened more often. And you started watching him from his doorway sometimes and... and at some point you just caught feelings. 

Cal Kestis seemed to feel the same, but who could really say? No use poking that bear right now. 

The sand is soft, even beneath your boots. Cere stands in front of the water, just breathing in the air. The light breeze makes her vest ripple. It’s tempting to just join her. 

“Gotta say,” you hear a familiar voice say from your left and below. “We picked a nice place.”

“Maybe we should stay a while,” you joke, though you secretly hope for it, to Greez. 

“Yeah,” Greez rolls his eyes. “Until this moron gets us into trouble again!”

Cal perks up. “What did I do?”

“Anybody who can lift things with their mind is gonna attract some attention, kid. You just brought it on us.”

“So true,” you jump on with a smirk to Cal. 

“Alright,” Cal turns away towards the beach. You position yourself so you’re closer to him, and Greez takes the opportunity to waddle away further ahead to waves.

“Sorry for bursting your bubble, Cal,” you continue with a smug grin. “Maybe in the next life, don’t be born with force powers? Just a suggestion.”

“You think you’re so funny,” Cal tells you, though he’s smiling too. His pale green eyes spare a glance at you, thick lashes dancing on his boyish face. 

Your knees bend until you collapse on your bottom in the sand. It’s so soft, it doesn’t even resist your weight. It makes way for you easily, like a blanket. “I do.”

Cal joins you in the sand quickly enough. You’re both face to face, the wind in your hair and the water at your side. It crashes every few seconds, but it’s peaceful. Some kind of bird flies overhead, and butterflies are in the forested area behind you. The light of the sunset illuminates Cal’s hair more than usual. The brightest points of his eyes are highlighted. 

“He loves you,” you offer. 

“You think so?”

“I am one hundred percent certain... Just don’t touch the ship.”

Cal raises his hands as if surrendering. “Understood. Hands off.”

You turn your head to the water. Greez and Cere are standing ahead, most likely having a conversation of their own. The tide carries so much of the stress your shoulders hold away from you. Everything with the holocron, the empire- it was ridiculous what living in hiding could do to a person. It’s hard to imagine how Cal did it for so long. How painful that must’ve been for him. How painful it is to imagine him in pain. 

“How’s your stomach?” you decide to ask at last. 

Cal tilts his head for a second. “Better.”

“Perfect?” you raise your knees to your chest and rest your arms on them. 

Just then, a little whirring noise pulls both of your attentions away. BD-1 bounds down the ramp of the ship, twirling around in observance as if excited. “Hey, BD,” Cal greets. “I know, buddy. I know.” The droid places itself in Cal’s lap, still looking around at the change in scenery. 

“We’ve never been able to do this before,” you tell him. “I mean, I wasn’t here for the whole adventure. But I was here after and before and... and just... we’ve never done this.”

Cal is quiet. “I haven’t either.”

You look at him. 

“Taken a break. I guess time on Bracca was the closest thing.”

You smile softly. “I’m sure it was really nice.”

Cal rolls his eyes along with his head, though the corner of his chapped pink lips turn upwards. “As nice as it could be with the Empire.”

“That’s pretty nice.”

Cal and you huff a humorous puff of air in unison. 

“What were you doing before the Mantis?” Cal suddenly asked. 

“Oh,” you roll your eyes and wave your hand. “Not important. Don’t even worry about it.”

“Come on!” Cal shifts. 

“I’m serious!” you defend. “It’s boring stuff. You wouldn’t want to hear about it. Not as interesting as the force.”

“Well anything related to you is interesting,” Cal says casually, one of his palms lifting in the air for effect as he shifts again. 

Well that makes your face feel hot. Anything related to you is interesting. How often do people get to hear that? And how casually it comes out of Cal’s mouth, the shrug of his shoulders that you tie so easily to him, that’s how you know it’s honest. Not only have you heard something intimate that not many people will in their whole lives, but it was also heartfelt. 

“Yeah,” you mutter, though it sounds distant and far away as you watch Cal’s eyes. He doesn’t seem to mind. Then you snap back to reality. “This is gonna be good.”

Cal watches you pop to life, standing up entirely and running towards the water. BD-1 perks up as well to watch you just in time to see your much bigger form nearly knock the Latero over. And, much to Cal’s surprise, the little droid jumps from his lap and bounds after you. The red head decides he’s next to follow. 

“BD-1,” he rasps, also nearly pushing Greez to the ground. “Don’t touch the water!”

But it’s too late. However, nothing happens. BD-1 stands in the shallow waves, unelectrocuted and unbroken. He doesn’t spark a bit, only cocking his head in wonder at his friend. 

“Think fast!” a voice calls. 

A splash of warm and salty water slaps against Cal’s face. He cringes, turning his shoulders away on impact with a little gasp that makes his throat burn. “Hey!”

Another splash. 

Cal turns to you. You’re standing with your hands on either side of yourself, open and matching your smug and proud face. Your boots are still on, which can’t be comfortable given that they’re now submerged in water. BD-1 is on the back of your shoulders- something Cal thought was only between him and the droid. Apparently not. 

“What’s wrong, Cal? Can’t handle the current?”

Cal stills himself. Then he bends down himself and flicks water upwards. 

“Hey! No!”

He does it once more. 

“No!”

So you too repeat your original actions and begin forcing salty liquid up into the air in Cal’s direction as well. BD-1 grips onto your collar for stability while you both go to town, careful to not open your mouths too wide and taste the saltiness. 

“Be careful you two!” Cere calls from the shore. Neither Cal nor yourself heed her words, continuing on in disrupting the tide. 

“They’re fine,” Greez assures with the wave of one of his many arms. 

“Are you sure about that?” Cere responds with a hand on her hip as she watches you tackle the Jedi to the sandy terrain below the shallow water. 

“Completely fine.”

You push both of Cal’s shoulders down jokingly, careful not to subdue his head under the water. He cranes his neck to keep it above the waves. Through his soft lashes, Cal can just see your smiling, evil intentioned face with BD-1 on your shoulder gazing at him. 

Honestly, it feels just how it did last week- the last time you had watched Cal in his room. Gazing at him, admiring him. Just now you get to touch him, relax with him, splash water at him, even. You wish you could capture this moment if not forever, then for a while, and Cal wishes the same. 

* ✭ ˚ ･ﾟ ✧ *･ﾟ * ✭˚･ﾟ ✧* ･  *

Sorry it’s short. Idk if it’s my best work certainly but I haven’t written for Cal or Star Wars in a while. But I didn’t kill the reader in this fic or have someone sick or in danger! So it might be my first ever straight fluff? I don’t know. But what a good character to do it with. I’m glad to give Cal a break. And i hope the requester enjoys. 

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