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x-ethan-lxndry-l0v3r-x · 9 months

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can you do fem reader x ethan landry are best friends and they both like eachother and its obvious to everyone but them? but ethan or reader says or does something that makes the other person either insecure or think that they like someone else? ending in smut and fluff if you can please :) thank youuu

“My bestfriend is very special to me.”-E.L

A/N: Hopefully this lives up to what you’ve asked for, I think I missed out a bit but hopefully it’s still good :))

SUB!Bestfriend!Virgin!Ethan Landry x DOM!fem!reader

⚠️MINORS DNI⚠️ Includes; begging (Obvs Ethan), specific words used for specific areas (😉 if you catch my drift), oral (m receiving), a lil bit of angst (I think idk 🤷‍♀️), no actual p in v (sorry to disappoint, I might make a part two where more, hardcore stuff happens) besides that it’s pretty fluffy.

She sat on Ethan’s bed scrolling through her phone, as he sat at his desk doing reviewing his notes or studying for econ. It wasn’t unusual for the two of them seeing as they did this almost every Friday night.

“Come on Ethan! It’s a Friday you don’t have to do all of that work.” She complained to him.

“Yes I do Y/n.” He spoke, not looking up from his work, scribbling down notes in his textbook.

“But which one is more important? Your whatever the fuck you’re doing or me?Y’know I come here to hang out with you not to sit and wait for you to finish your work.” She complained once more.

“I have to study for econ Y/n.” He sighs.

“Come on Eth!” She whined, moving over towards him, standing behind him, looking over at his work. “You’ve done like a dictionary books worth of notes, Ethan! Just come and hang out with me.” She gently grabbed at his arm trying to get him up.

“I guess I could do with a break.” He admits, and finally gives in to her complaining.

“Yay!” She grins wrapping her arms around his neck loosely in a hug.

“Yeah, yeah, you owe me.” His arms snake around her waist.

“I don’t owe you shit.” She hums, “Hey Ethan, you’re a guy right?” She asked.

“Last time I checked yes.” He replies, curious as to what she was asking.

“Well, there’s this boy I really like-no I love him, but I don’t exactly know how to tell him, do you know how I could tell him, attempt to woo him into loving me?”

He felt as if his entire world just collapsed, she loved this unknown man? It took everything within him to not fall to his knees and cry, he had loved her for so long, and she was going to choose someone else? “Um, I, uh, guess just try and be yourself?” He spoke through a slightly shaky voice.

“But what if he doesn’t like me back, what if he doesn’t like who I truely am?” She asked with a saddened expression on her face.

“If he doesn’t like you for who you truely are then he doesn’t deserve my best friend.” He felt tears burn at the waterline of his eyes, he was going to watch her love another man, in a different way than she loved him, it hurt because he wanted her, he wanted to be the one that she loved like that, in a romantic intimate way.

“I’m going to go use the bathroom.” He stuttered out, a lump forming in his throat as tears welled in his eyes.

“Okay then, I’ll be out here.” She softly smiled, “Thank you for being my friend and constantly being here for me Ethan.” She spoke gently.”

He gave her a weak smile before going into the bathroom locking the door behind him, as he sunk down to the floor his knees against his chest as he pressed his back against the door and silently sobbed, “Thank you for being my friend Ethan.” The words she spoke repeatedly replaying in his mind, “friend.” That word pained him, he wanted to be more than her friend, more than just her best friend.

“Why not me?” He murmured to himself still silently sobbing, tears streaming down his cheeks, leaving his dark brown eyes glossed with tears, his bottom lip slightly quivering.

She knocked on the bathroom door, “Is everything okay E?” She asked in a soft concerned tone.

He wiped the tears off of his cheeks clearing his throat, “Uh, yeah, everything’s all good!” He spoke opening the door.

“Oh okay yes so I put on the movie- have you been crying?” She asked sounding worried. Seeing the redness of his nose and his tear stained cheeks.

“Um, no of course I haven’t been crying!” He lied, it was obvious he was hiding the truth.

“Ethan, I’m your best friend, whatever it is I’m sure I can try and help.” She offered her guidance.

“That’s the thing, ‘best friend’, I don’t want to be just your best friend, I want to have your love, the way you love that man but you love him not me and its just-.” He was cut off by his own loud sob, tears streaming down his face, staining his cheeks.

“You want to be more than my best friend?.” She asked her voice laced with surprise, brushing away one of his tears that fell upon his cheek with her thumb.

“I’m so sorry I’ve made you upset.” She guides him back down to his bedroom, sitting him on the mattress.

“Do you want to know who I was talking about?” She asked him.

“Chad?” He asked, the mere thought of his roommate and his best friend the girl he had a massive crush on together like that just disgusted him.

“No silly, not Chad.” She softly chuckled, “You.” She brushed one of his loose brown curls behind his ear.

“What? Me?” He was genuinely shocked, but also relieved.

“Mhmm.” She hummed in agreement. “I think using words as an apology isn’t anywhere near enough as good as actions, do you agree?”

“Uh yeah I guess so, why?” His voice still shaky slightly tears stained his cheeks, her eyes wondering there way down to his lips, how they were a nice pink colour.

She pressed her lips against his. Her strawberry lipgloss smearing upon his lips as they kissed, flavouring the intimate moment with hues of the berry taste. Her hands resting in his curly hair, pulling him closer to her as they kissed.

She pulls away from the kiss, her forehead pressing against his, “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He smiled.

“That wasn’t how I was going to apologise.” She whispered in his ear, her hand mindlessly trailing down his chest which was covered by the blue material of his shirt (that’s right his wearing the same shirt as he is in the pics above because, he looks mighty fine in it 🤭). “H-how were you going to apologise?” He asked curiously, (this woman makes him hella nervous bc she’s so gorgeous :D ).

“I was thinking maybe something,” She palmed his cock (I hate using that word 🥲) through his jeans, “Like this.” Her action earned a small gasp from him.

She unbuttoned the button on his jeans, unzipping the zipper, gently tugging his pants down. Slipping her fingers under the waistband of his boxers.

“Do you like this pretty boy? Hm?”

He softly whimpered and nodded his head awaiting for her to touch him where he needed her.

“I need a proper answer, or I might just have to stop.” She teased, her hand slowly moving back out from his underwear.

“Yes, love it.” He quickly responded his voice sounding slightly croaky, he wanted her to continue from what she was doing.

Although she didn’t do that, “Please Y/n..” He gave her those cute puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t worry E, m’gonna give you something even better.” She whispered seductively into his ear, pulling his boxers down his legs, which then exposed his erection to her, he wasn’t massive, but he was big, the tip of his dick, pink with precum oozing out the tip, it curved upwards at a perfect picturesque angle. “Never had someone else touch it for you pretty boy?” She asked.

He shook his head, “No.” He spoke shyly, a bit embarrassed by the fact that he was still virgin.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it real good.” She sunk down to her knees, his thighs spread out just enough for there to be enough room for her shoulders. She held her hand out towards his mouth. “Spit.”

“W-what?” She looked at her with a surprised expression.

“You heard me, spit.” She waited, before he dribbled his saliva into the palm of her hand, she took her hand back down, wrapping it around his shaft, giving it a nice squeeze, “A-ahh!~” He choked out a moan, she began slowly pumping his length.

She gave his slit that was leaking a bit of precum a small lick, swiping away the clear-milky fluid on her tongue. Which made him moan.

She then took his tip in her mouth swirling her tongue around the pinkness, he sworn he could’ve just cummed by the sight, “Ohh fuck.~” He moaned as she sucked his tip, before she took him completely into her mouth, the tip of his cock, hitting the back of her throat causing her to gag, as she slowly began bobbing her head, the feeling of her warm wet mouth on his sensitive member was so good it almost hurt, as she felt him fist the back of her hair as she sucked him off, bobbing her head faster, as his grip tightened on her hair.

“M’close! Please don’t stop! Please!~” He pleaded her through broken moans, the sounds of wet squelching echoed the room as she kept sucking him off.

“Ohh fuck! M’cumming!~” He cried out, his pretty bambi-like eyes rolling into the back of his head as he came into her mouth.

She felt his release hit the back of her throat causing her to choke slightly pairing with the fact his dick was inside her mouth, as she took him out, cum coated her lips in patches, as she looked up at him, showing him the cum on her tongue, before swallowing it down, it was bitter and thick, but it was Ethan.

She at back up giving him a kiss on the lips, her lips tasted like strawberries (from her lipgloss) and his cum, (what a take on berries and cream 😩).

“So, how did I do, is my apology good enough?” She teased.

“You did, so so good Y/n.” He sounded fucked out, she understood though, he was a virgin after all, so she wasn’t surprised it didn’t take a lot to wear him out.

“You tired now pretty boy?” She asked laying him down onto his bed.“You look so fucked out, so pretty as well.” She spoke softly, she laid next to him, resting the tired boy’s head on her chest.

“Thank you..” He buried his face in her chest. “Anything for you pretty boy.” She kissed the sleepy boy’s forehead.

“I love you Y/n..”

He mumbled before he drifted into a sleep, these words surprised her a bit, in a good way.

“I love you too Ethan.”

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-It took me 2 days to write this, I sincerely apologise if it’s crap, this is the first time I’ve ever written smut before 💀, still taking requests <333

#ethan landry x reader #sub!ethan landry #ethan landry x reader fluff #ethan landry x reader smut

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gallilovesf1 · 7 days

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P1 Into You: Goodnight

🏁 Character Introductory 🏁

MASTERLIST

Pairings (applied to the whole fic): Sergio Pérez x FemHorner!Reader, Toto Wolff x FemHorner!Reader, Lewis Hamilton x FemHorner!Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of sexual topic, Dom/Sun dynamic, Soft Dom! Sergio, Dom! Toto, angst, cheating, fluff, mentions of death

Author's Note: I haven't seen someone write for Sergio so I'll just do it myself, this will be a long fic so bare with me! Enjoy!🏁🏎️

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You graduated as a mechanical engineer at Harvard University, honestly it's one of your greatest achievements in life. Before your mother passed you promised to her that you’ll be a mechanical engineer just like her and you did, years of studying hard, all those sleepless nights, it eventually pays off.

Of course as expected, your dad's not happy on what you've done, you did what he also wanted, worked as one of the engineers in Red bull, you expect him to compliment you for a little but he didn't, except he pressured you enough to cry every night, blaming yourself that why aren't you good enough for your dad to be proud at you, but the good thing is your brother, Jonathan. One of the drivers in red bull is supporting you, you and him always have the best bonds as siblings. He teaches you some stuff on formula one, telling you the basics, like the teams and its drivers, team principal. Besides that he also supports you as an artist, growing up you always love drawings, you always tell your parents how much you love doing tiny doodles and showing it to them, but as always the only person who cares about you is your mom and your brother.

“Y/N?” Your brother says as you snapped back into reality, “Earth to Y/N?” “What-?” “I said, Dad needs us in the paddock, are you coming?” “Yeah, give me a minute-” you said as you grabbed your phone as you and your brother went to the paddock.

You and your brother arrived in the paddock as your saw checo, your best friend and also one of the drivers of red bull alongside your brother.

You met checo at your brothers first win in sakhir grand prix 2020, Checo’s on podium 1 while your brother is in podium 3, you're so happy for your brother that day, checo and your brother celebrated their victory as a team, later that night the red bull team threw a party and you had a blast, you made some new friends, talk so some new faces, until checo approached you, “Y/n, Right?” He smiled shyly as he looked at you up and down, “Yes, that's right, You're Sergio, right? Congrats by the way, you did so well earlier!” You complimented him as he smiled at you, ‘god he's handsome’ you thought, “Ah- Thank you, that's- really thank you.” Checo's cheeks turned light pink, “Call me checo, everyone calls me that and I think you should too.” He smiled, “Checo” you said as you liked the way his name sounds, “Yeah-” he chuckled.

Since then you and checo got really close, he always treats you, going on a dinner date with him, watching a movie with him, having some fun time together, and lastly going in some art museums around the world whenever the team travels for the race.

He knows that you're a big fan of art, he knows that you always liked drawings as a kid up till now, he thinks that you deserve to be treated like what he's doing, making you feel worth it and not neglected.

“Y/N, Luz solar-” says checo as you heard his little nickname for you, “Checoooo!” You run towards him as you give him a tight hug as if you haven't seen each other in years, “How are you?” You said as you smiled up at him, “I'm doing good, Miel, how about you did you enjoy the city here in Mexico?” He smiled at you, “Yeah! I liked it here already, though I haven't explored the city yet since you know, dad always needed me here” you rolled your eyes as checo chuckled, “Luz solar, I'll tell you what, after the practice we can go and take a look at the city, we can eat and maybe find some museum to go in.” He smiled as I pats your shoulders, “Can I come?” Your brother says as he looks at checo then to you, “ye-” “No.” You said “¿Porque mi amor?” (Why, my love) Checo says as he looks at you confused, You chuckled, “Dummy of course you can go! You two are my supporters, I wouldn't be like this if you guys weren't here for me!” You smiled to both of them as checo and your brother chuckled, “Ah, sí, after the race ok? We'll talk about it later-" Checo winks at you as he leaves, leaving you and your brother.

“I swear he likes you-” your brother teased as he scoffed, “He's literally way much older than me, what do you mean?” You looked at him confused, “C’mon, you and checo have been friends for 4 years now and you think checo doesn't like you? He always treats you like you're his wife!” Your brother said as he chuckled, “He's always like that, I think he's just kind and sweet, he knows everything between me and dad, so maybe he's just making me feel appreciated in a way he can.” You said as you had flashbacks of your moments with checo.

It's true, Checo's been treating you as if you're his wife. Honestly, you find checo attractive and god he's so perfect, his eyes, his face, the way he looks at you whenever he talks and listens when you're talking. You liked him, but you just don't know how you will say it to him, you don't want your friendship with him to go to waste if your relationship with him didn't work out.

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The Free practice was done and you cheered your brother and checo as they got the pole position 1 and 2, Checo is in P1 while your brother is in P2, his highest position so far in this season.

“You did great!” You said as you hugged your brother, “Thank you sis! I'm excited for tomorrow-” your brother replied as he pulls away from the hug, You saw checo walking towards you while smiling, “Checoooo- you did great P1 is your highest so far! I'm proud of you-” you cheered as you hugged checo, “Thank you, Mi amor, Are we still going out though?” “Hell yes!” You said as you looked checo in the eyes, admiring his brown eyes, “Way to go checo!” Your brother said as they hugged each other, “You did well too.” Checo smiled as they both pulled away from each other, “C’mon let's get out of here I'm excited to explore the city!” You said as the three of you went to change clothes.

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The three of you arrived in a restaurant, not far away from the paddock, you entered first as you bumped into a tall man, you felt like you bumped into some hard wall, “I'm so-” you said as you looked up seeing The team principal of Mercedes, Toto Wolff.

“I'm sorry-” you said shyly as you looked up at him, ‘Fuck, he's tall.’ you thought, he leans down at you slightly, “It's ok, don't apologize.” He said, smirking down at you.

“Is that Toto?” Your brother says, asking Checo, “Yeah and that's Y/N talking to toto?” They both looked at each other confused. “Y/N-” checo called your name as you looked behind you seeing your brother and checo walking towards you, “I'm really sorry I didn't see you passing by-” you apologize again as you lowered your head in embarrassment, Toto said nothing as he looked down on you as he nodded and left.

“You ok?” Checo said as he looked at you slightly confused, “Yeah, I just didn't see him that's all-” you said smiling at him, “Toto? You didn't see him?” Your brother chuckled as he teased you, “I Don't know, I don't even know who he is, ok?” You said chuckling. “That's the team principal of Mercedes, one of our rival teams, dad hates that guy.” Your brother replied, “That's him?!” You said shocked, “Yeah, your father and Toto are not the best of friends.” Checo said as he looked at your brother and you, ‘Why would dad hate him, he looks kind though-’ you thought, “Hmm, I see, let's just forget it- we need to celebrate for what happened on the practice earlier!” You said as you smiled at Checo and your brother.

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The three of you sat down as Checo asked the waiter for the menu, the three of you took a while from choosing what to eat, “Since it's your hometown, why don't you tell us what's the best food to order?” You said looking at Checo while smiling, “Yeah!” Your brother agreed as checo grins “Ok- how about we choose this?” He said pointing at ‘Torta’ in the menu, “Torta? What's that?” You asked, “Well it's like a sandwich filled with a lot of vegetables and meat-” he said looking at you then your brother, “Well that's sounds delicious to me-” your brother said smiling as checo looks at you, “What about you Y/N?” “Hmm I want to try it!” You said as Checo smiled at your words.

Few minutes later all of your orders have arrived, checo ordered a torta with a diet coke on the side, your brother ordered the same, while you ordered a torta and a sparkling water, the three of you ate and exchange conversation, you liked the food that Sergio suggest to eat, “So, why did you bumped into Toto earlier?” Your brother asked, making checo nod, “Yeah, it's impossible for you not to see him, that guy is tall!” You chuckled, “Well yeah I didn't kinda see him because I was admiring the outside view of the restaurant, plus I'm really excited so I didn't bother to look In Front of me, the next thing I realized is that I felt like I bumped into a wall-” The three of you chuckled, “That's a weird and funny interaction of you and toto- is that the first time you saw him in person?” Checo asked, “Well…Yeah- given that dad only describes him with words and I only saw him in interviews and pictures, so I wasn't expecting he'll be that intimidating…” ‘and damn hot…’ you thought.

The three of you exchanged conversation as you remember that there's a museum close by the restaurant, “Checo, can we go to the museum across the street, please?” You begged as you gave Checo an irresistible eye, checo chuckled, “I don't know should we go, Johnathan?” Checo asked your brother as they teased you, “Hmm let me think about it checo-” Your brother teases you too, you looked at them unimpressed, “alright, ok, jeez-” your brother says as checo chuckled, checo paid the bill as the three of you head out, checo and your brother searched the museum that you might like, “Y/n, what about this?” says checo showing you a picture of ‘Museo de la Ciudad de Mexico’, “Wow- that looks so beautiful…” you said as checo looks at you saying “Yeah, Beautiful…”

You, Checo, and your brother arrived in the museum, you proceeded inside as Checo and your brother bought some tickets. Inside you saw a lot of beautiful carved stones with a lot of symbols in it, you took a picture to post it later on your Instagram, “Enjoying already, Y/N?” Checo asked seeing you taking a picture, “Yeah- these are beautiful-” You chuckled, as you saw your brother having his alone time at the other part of the museum, you and checo strolled along the museum, checo took some pictures of you, “We should take a picture!” You smiled as Checo seemed to be surprised, “Yeah, ok” you took out your phone as you took a photo of you and Checo, Checo's arms are on your shoulders as he looks at you, while you're looking at the camera smiling. You smiled at Checo, “Should we post that? I mean ya know?” As a mechanic of redbull and Checo a red bull driver, you don't want controversy or issues in the paddock, so whenever you and checo are going out or taking pictures you always ask him permission or he will ask you permission to post the pictures, “Of course- it'll be good for your Instagram eh?” He chuckled, “ok ok- I'll just tag you and Jonathan-”

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After thousands of pictures with Checo and your brother you decide to go home to get ready for qualifying tomorrow, “I'll see you guys tomorrow ok? And I know that both of you will do well tomorrow.” You hugged your brother and checo, “Thanks sis! Love ya!” Your brother said as he opened his hotel room door, waving to Checo and you.

Your brother lives in 4th floor of the hotel, while you and checo lives in 5th floor, he said he wanted to be close to you just Incase you need anything, you find it very thoughtful of him, I mean…he's always like that to you, sometimes you think why you and checo aren't together.

You and Checo entered the elevator, he pushed the number 5 button as you posted the pictures on your Instagram, tagging checo and your brother. Silence filled the elevator, Checo's the one who breaks the silence first, “So, how did it go? Did you enjoy it?” He looks at you with full admiration, your eyes lit up “Yes! I enjoyed it a lot- I wasn't expecting Mexico to be a beautiful place, so thank you Checo.” You smiled at Checo as the elevator door opened. You walks out first then checo, standing In Front of your door as checo took a picture of you, you chuckled, “What's that for?” “Nothing, you just look beautiful.” He smiled, “Hmm..” you opened your door as you turned to face checo, “Thank you for today checo, You're the best.” You said tip toeing and kissing checo on the cheeks, “Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow.” You saw Checo's face turned red, you went inside your room quickly, closing the door behind you, ‘Fuck, why did I do that-’ you thought as you sat on the floor.

Checo's still standing outside your door, still shocked by what you just did, “Goodnight too…” he mumbled, smiling as he left going to the other door beside your room, opening it as he caressed his face where your lips once were.

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Omg I hope you like it! This part of the fic is All about checo and Y/N, and of course the meet of Y/N and toto!!

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enwonz · 3 months

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♫ i can see you x sparks fly | y.jw

as your eternal academic rival, you and jungwon have always been at odds - that is, until he becomes the one person you want to trust your heart with in spite of it all. after all, all’s fair in love and war, no?

read the rest of the series here! (for taglist)

pairing ➭ academic rival jungwon x reader

genre ➭ academic rivals to dubious to lovers, hurt/comfort, academic validation craving, jungwon is reader’s sole comfort

w/c ➭ 5.4k

warnings ➭ slightly suggestive (they’re adults but no nsfw y’all), reader and jungwon both have terrible coping mechanisms for stress, there is a detailed scene where y/n loses her shit in a bathroom, both are academic validation simps, theyre not enemies they just. envy each other and sometimes wanna kiss kiss fall in love, y/n has an inferiority complex and has a tendency to think jungwon’s better than her, she hates herself as much as i hate myself

a/n ➭ to my acad validation peeps…look no further! jungwon and y/n…their ways of coping with themselves are mine. i just split myself in two for them, don’t come for my lonely ass lmao. for more context, look at the bottom a/n!

“done?”

the sun’s beginning to set, its dimming rays beaming through the glass windows of the library. a quick glance at your watch tells you it’s 6.30pm, and that you’ve been studying for the whole day. talk about a productive saturday.

you remove your headphones, glancing over your shoulder. you were planning on staying till the librarian shoos you out. jungwon seems to have other plans, though.

yang jungwon, your rival in just about everything since you were kids. tied with you in every single subject, even PE. he’s everything you are and more – good-looking, funny, and a genius, to top it all off, and he never lets you forget it, what with all the achievements he’s gotten over you. it’s not that he doesn’t work hard and you’re jealous of some natural academic gift he’s got, it’s the fact that you study just as hard as he does, do as much as he does, and yet people will always see him before you. and now, even when you’re at university, he’s still fighting with you for the top spot, for every position available. your circle of friends have remained the same, so like it or not, you’re stuck together.

you begin to stuff your notes into your backpack. “well, i might as well follow you back to the dorms. yunjin’s been lecturing me to stop walking back alone.” gathering your things, you leave, waving to the librarian as you attempt to put some distance between you and jungwon.

very quickly, jungwon moves beside you so his shoulder is almost pressed up against yours. “you sure took your time. if i hadn’t come to find you, the last bus across campus would’ve come and gone by the time you finished.”

“oh, don’t exaggerate. why’d you come here in the first place, when all you do is complain?”

you want to say you hate the boyish grin that breaks out across his face, but that would be a lie, and you’ve done way too much lying today to yourself. “what else? i came here for you.”

“ugh, you-!”

“you ears are red, haha.”

your bus pulls into the stop, and in a thoughtless attempt at revenge, you grab his arm and yank him up the steps so he’s even closer to you than before. you don’t miss the way his skin flushes hot. “now yours are too.” leading him to a seat in the back, you pinch his side. he returns your…affection with a jab in the cheek.

it’s a game of cat and mouse with jungwon, although neither of you can say for sure who’s chasing and who’s ducking away. whatever this is, it’s safer.

at least you’re not actually fighting anymore.

here’s the thing: yang jungwon has this journal. every time he’s upset or on the verge of a mental breakdown, he trauma dumps into that journal. it’s the only way he doesn’t cave from the stress, and you and your friends learned very quickly that if that notebook was out, everyone had to leave him alone for at least ten minutes, then he’d be himself again. one day, you’d been studying together when a draft blew the pages of his journal open, straight to the page where he’d written something that was definitely not for your eyes — or anyone’s for that matter.

“i hate her, so so much i wish she was dead. maybe in a different lifetime, i’ll be better than her, have her beat for once.” you didn’t even need to finish reading what he wrote before you were clawing at his throat, because who else could it be but you?

and it hurt to read it, because what could it mean than yang jungwon was jealous of you? what could it mean that the one person you simultaneously hated and envied, hated you back for all the same reasons? it wasn’t fair that you couldn’t even hate him peacefully.

it only got worse from there, because all it took was a couple minutes of yelling at each other before that ass of a human being decided it was a good idea to tell you it was “three years ago”, and that it shouldn’t matter as much as it did, as if that was supposed to help. and you’d screamed at him, screamed and cried and shoved him and-

his lips were against yours.

you would’ve pushed him off, but as soon as it came it went, and he’d pulled away faster than you could think. “i don’t hate you,” he’d managed to make out, his voice shaky as he tried and failed to recollect his thoughts. “i just…i can’t hate you. not anymore.”

hell, maybe it was the attention, or some sort of sick stress outlet. you wish it were the latter, because then that would’ve been a hell lot easier. either way, you haven’t spoken about it since then, reason being you’re totally out of your comfort zone when it comes to this guy. plus, he’d taken your first kiss, although he didn’t have to know that. having put your all into your academic life, you haven’t really thought about dating anyone at all. sure, there were a few people whom you’d thought were fairly attractive, but you had never cared to do anything more than that (much less with yang freaking jungwon). your ultimate goal has always been to have jungwon beat. you sort of achieved that, you suppose. the boy’s now a mess when it comes to you.

since then, you’ve been using each other as stress relief. stupid, really, but with that annoyingly good kiss still hanging between the two of you, you could only keep coming back for more, waiting for lulls in your timetables to meet up. one thing would lead to another, and…well.

“finished your revision yet?” you probe. if he says no, you’ll just drag him off to finish it. but he’s jungwon. if he says he’s gonna do something, he does it. although it’s sort of disappointing if he just parts ways with you, even after he came all this way to find you so far away from the dorms.

jungwon sighs. “what do you take me for? of course i did, or you’d get mad at me. and i know you’re free for the rest of the day too.” he rummages through his backpack, before handing you a cap and mask. “put these on, i need a big brute to help me buy and carry groceries back to my dorm.”

“and who better than me, huh?”

jungwon grins, waving a matching set in your face. “you’re the multifaceted necessity in my life. my swiss knife, if you please.”

you end up at a mall just a few kilometres away from campus. apparently, he needs laundry pods, vegetables and some sort of microfibre cloth that “can only be blue, mind you.” according to him, if a hand towel doesn’t match his dorm’s colour scheme, the whole world falls apart.

(for the record, his dorm room does look nice. but no one has to know that you know.)

pushing a shopping cart along the aisles, a bag of spinach catches your eye. “how’s this for vegetables?”

he shakes his head. “lettuce is better for hotpot.”

“since when did you plan on having hotpot?”

“it’s our dinner, y/n.”

“…”

he sighs. “i’m paying for the groceries.”

“well in that case…” you move to grab a few packets of meat from the fridge. “you won’t mind if i add these, will you?”

you don’t miss his odd gaze on you as he pushes the cart towards the checkout counter. “not at all.”

so much for the grocery shopping.

dinner is long forgotten as you find yourself pinned up against the walls of jungwon’s dorm, his grip on your waist oddly comforting. your fingers are tangled in his dark locks, pulling him in deeper, but it’s not enough. it’s never enough.

it feels so, so wrong, to be rendezvousing with him, and maybe he knows it too, because when he finally pulls away, there’s a guilty look on his face. “strike two…?” he grins sheepishly. he’s a little out of breath, and you hate to admit it, but it’s kind of hot. (actually, it’s the fifth time this week, but who’s counting? definitely not you.)

how? you’d maintained the status quo for more than a decade. hell, you two are supposed to loathe each other. knowing yang jungwon has some sort of feelings for you must be messing with your brain.

jungwon’s lips latch onto your earlobe, fingers trailing down your nape. it’s crazy, the way every brush of his lips sends your head reeling. over his shoulder, you catch a glimpse of his roommate’s neatly folded quilt, and a thought pops into your mind. “when’s sunoo getting back?”

“he just left for a party, he won’t be back for a bit,” jungwon murmurs. sunoo happens to be part of a circle of close friends consisting of yunjin, sunoo and ni-ki (and jungwon, although you could never admit he’s a friend). you’re a close-knit group, withholding no secrets with each other. more often than not, they’ve been caught up in your fights with jungwon, although those haven’t happened in a while, for obvious reasons.

you hum against his lips, fingernails digging crescent-shaped marks into his skin as you try to steady your breathing. “think the water’s boiled by now, get off.” it’s a half-hearted order, and you’re pretty sure jungwon sees through your bullshit. what was it, something about glass houses?

“don’t wanna.”

“jungwon come on-” the sound of a lock in a key slices through the air, jolting you and jungwon apart. panic flares in your chest, and you scramble to shove jungwon far away from you. “hurry up, hurry up.”

sunoo’s voice drifts past the door. “must’ve left it in here somewhere, don’t know how i could’ve forgotten my id of all things.” the door opens to reveal a sheepish-looking sunoo, flanked by your friends yunjin and riki, who don’t look very pleased. their expressions, however, change the moment they spot you in the corner. “y/n?! what are you doing here?”

one look at the tiny hotpot contraption on the table, paired with the small portions of food is all they need to put two and two together. yunjin frowns, marching past sunoo. “ohh no, you two in the same room alone is a big no from me. by the time we get back, the whole place is gonna look like hell, with all the screaming and fire.” her disapproving glance at you makes you want to shrivel up and die on the spot.

“we’ll be studying, don’t worry. we never fight when we’re studying,” jungwon shrugs, shooting a discreet glance in your direction, practically screaming help me.

“yeah see the thing is, you shouldn’t even be fighting-”

“yunjin, don’t.” sunoo takes her by the shoulder, dragging her back out the door. “keep our dorm in one piece, please. we’re off!” while yunjin still believes in peace between the two of you, sunoo’s learnt long ago that interfering with your rivalry only makes things worse. not that you don’t feel a little bad about it.

the door slams shut, leaving you and jungwon alone in the room. it’s an uncomfortable silence, the awkwardness of the interruption still lingering.

“y/n, i-”

you hold out your hand. “give me a moment, gosh.” burying your face in your hands, you groan. “that was probably the worst thing ever. we lied in their faces, they’re gonna kill us if they ever find out.”

you suppose it’s your despair that elicits a sound awfully like a snicker from him. some things never change. “did you see the looks on their faces? they’ll never see it coming.” you finally raise your head, watching as jungwon smirks at you with a conspiratorial glint in his eyes. paired with that loose-fitting hoodie of his, and the sweatpants (grey, no less), you’re simultaneously insanely smitten and utterly appalled by said attraction. why’d he have to be so good-looking? he wasn’t this handsome when you were growing up. yang jungwon is going to be the death of you.

it really does take all your efforts not to just shove him onto the couch and claim his lips for yourself again. and then you nearly faint from the prospect of having that thought at all. hastily, you shove a wad of meat into the boiling pot on the table. “we-we should start eating. don’t want the food to turn bad.”

he shrugs, pulling up a chair opposite you. “don’t mind if i do.”

and if you pop open a couple beers afterward, no one has to know.

shit. shit.

days later, you’re at a study cafe with all your friends. you’ve spent the past hour on this topic, and it’s taking everything inside of you not to smash your laptop in half and bash your head into the debris. what the hell is this? you’re not supposed to be bad at this. a glance at jungwon tells you he’s not having nearly as much trouble as you are, and that’s your breaking point.

panic rises in your throat, your lungs, as your vision blurs. words on the screen start to blend, and you think to yourself, you’re a failure again. worthless no matter how hard you try, breaking apart even while trying to hold yourself together. you can feel every tear leave a searing path down your cheeks, nails clawing for skin to carve red lines into. your eyes burn with the buildup of tears, a telltale sign you’re about to lose your shit. in front of jungwon, no less. just great.

you stand up abruptly, the legs of your chair screeching as they drag across the floor. “bathroom,” you manage to make out, as you dash across the cafe full of people, praying no pne notices. you fling the bathroom door open, turning on the tap at full blast. you don’t realise it, but your fingers are gripping the edges of the sink with an intensity you didn’t think was possible.

your eyes flutter shut as you try to calm down, focusing on the flow of the water. it’s not working, but the white noise is more soothing than anything right now. that is, until you hear a clicking sound, followed by arms wrapping around you from behind. judging by the shallow breaths, and the mellow scent of baby lotion, it’s exactly who you think it is.

in your rush, you forgot to lock the door. wonderful.

you lean away from jungwon’s embrace, trying to untangle yourself from him, but he stubbornly holds you tighter. “go back, i’m fine.” you don’t even believe yourself, from the way your voice trembles in between gasps.

he hums, and with your back against his chest you can feel the little vibrations as his speaks. “you don’t say.” he doesn’t continue, and in the silence, your mind stays on the warmth of his body against yours. slowly, you let yourself relax into him. it’s funny, how he can be the problem and the cure at the same time.

you can feel yourself melting in his arms, your breathing evening out with every second that passes. your heartbeat’s finally slowed to a calmer thrumming, no longer pounding in your ears. suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of his soft sweater against your cheek, and the way a thin piece of fabric is the only thing between your skin and his.

“how do you do it?”

jungwon frowns. “do what?”

“hold up the world and make everything seem fine, when you know it’s not.”

he falls silent, resting his head in the crook of your neck (it’s becoming a habit of his). “well…it’s easy when it’s for someone else.”

“that so?” you muse, peering back up at him. “even for me?”

the way he averts your gaze is insanely cute. “don’t push it.”

but you know he hasn’t lied to you. since you were kids, jungwon’s never been the kind to wear his heart on his sleeve. he holds everything together, holds everyone together. even now, he’s keeping you from falling apart. but what about him? who’s watching him to keep him from losing it all? you know for sure he’s had his fair share of breakdowns, but your stomach churns at the thought that you’ve never witnessed it. not once. being yang jungwon is lonelier than it seems.

once you’re sufficiently calmed down, you untangle yourself from his embrace. “i’ll, um, head back first. you should wait a few minutes before you go back.”

“right.” glancing down at his feet, jungwon nods. “just…you don’t have to carry it all by yourself.”

you turn to leave, but a question burns all the way down your throat.

why? would you take it from my hands and bear it with me?

(and what if you wanted to bear his burdens too?)

true enough, your performance on the latest assignment was more than decent — the highest score in your class, in fact. and as always, jungwon’s not far off. your hard work did pay off. funnily enough, you don’t go to rub it in his face like you always used to do.

it seems you’ve changed.

these days, jungwon seems to linger in your head a lot more. and it’s not just the intimate gestures that stay, but the feeling of his arms around you just won’t disappear. every time you’re about to panic, the mere memory of his gentle touch only serves to ground you back to reality. he’s not even physically here, but you don’t need him to be there for him to be your lifeline. how did things even turn out like this? your greatest rival, also your greatest source of comfort.

today, your friends have made plans to head to an amusement park (read: disneyland. because yunjin’s a disney adult in the best sense of the word). you, jungwon, sunoo, yunjin and riki, along with his girlfriend. the dynamic’s great, really, with everyone carrying the mood well so nothing ever feels boring. you’re able to grab a few rides with them, and eventually the group splits for different attractions, and it’s just you, riki and jungwon, waiting for the others to get back from some quirky river ride. you three didn’t bring spare clothes, so you’ll have to sit this one out. parked under a shady tree, you don’t feel the heat nearly as much, but sweat’s starting to make your shirts cling to your backs.

thirty minutes pass, and there’s still no sign of them. riki’s phone pings. “oh, the ride’s delayed. they’re gonna queue for another forty minutes.”

“forty?”

riki shrugs. “it’s a popular ride.”

you rise to your feet. “okay, i’ll go get us some water. you guys stay put.”

fortunately for you, the shop’s got plenty of water bottles, although the marked-up prices do make your wallet cry a little. what you aren’t prepared for, however, is walking back and spotting riki and jungwon huddled under the tree, deep in conversation. quickly, you press your back up to the other side of the tree trunk, hiding in plain sight.

“…you want relationship advice from me?”

jungwon hums. “well, i can’t very well ask sunoo, not when he’s only just stopped partying away to handle his own breakup.”

“true. we need to find him some better coping mechanisms. though i think he’s back in contact with her on instagram. i swear i saw a notification on his phone the other day with her user and all. that webinar he’s going for next tuesday? think it’s her.”

“oh.” you can hear the wince in jungwon’s voice. “that’s a little…”

riki glares at him. “don't change the subject. shoot.”

he sighs, his lips twisting in concentration. it’s a habit he’s had for a long time, one that you’ve come to notice. “so there’s this girl.”

“uh-huh.”

“i can’t stop thinking about her.”

“uh-huh.”

“but i know she hates me-”

“shit, you like y/n?!” riki yells, slapping jungwon on the back before he can even finish. “of all the billions of people on the planet?”

“how’d you guess?”

“she’s the only one who hates you, buddy. no prizes for guessing who.”

jungwon groans, burying his face in his hands. “i don’t know anymore. she just can’t get out of my head. don’t tell the others, i’m begging you. i’ll never live it down.”

“okay…” riki trails off, and you can imagine how confused he is. “why her though? and why now?”

jungwon’s practically fumbling for an answer, running his hands through his hair (another nervous tic of his). “it’s just…i guess i get her, and she gets me? we understand each other’s problems really well. it’s like looking into a mirror.”

you nearly choke at his words. he gets you, that much is clear. but for him to feel like you know him inside out, that’s a completely different thing altogether. it’s always been a struggle for you to read people. coupled with the fact that jungwon’s the most emotionally intelligent and regulated guy you know, you’ve been worried you’re not giving him enough.

besides, he’s so much more than you’ll ever be. you, the mentally unstable top student, and jungwon, the other contender for your spot, but with something more: people skills. everyone likes him, everyone wants to be him. the battle’s lost before you can even fight it. he’s a good person, and you’re…nothing like that. people trust him, including you.

so why would he dare to leave his heart in your hands like that?

it’s not fair. he knows exactly what to do, and you know nothing. he’s dated other girls before, not many but enough to be more experienced than you. how would you know anything, other than to clumsily take his affection with a heap of salt? you’ve failed him.

oddly enough, riki seems to understand. “i think i catch your wind, but you’ll have to elaborate. what’s the dynamic with her right now?”

“i, uh.” jungwon flounders, his cheeks turning pink, no doubt at the memory of everything you’ve done with him. “th-that’s not…well.” he laughs nervously. “how much can i say before it’s too much info?”

as you watch him with his toothy grin, with those eyes that crinkle in the corners, you know one thing - you absolutely adore him. it’s sudden, but how could you not? he’s everything. much as you hated him, it takes little of your pride to admit he’s been your lifeline for a while now. but you wonder, why would he pick you? for the sole reason that you know him well? that isn’t enough, is it? you may have never understood romance, but you’re guessing this isn’t the usual kind of reason people fall for other people.

besides, there’s nothing special about you.

you end up waiting for the conversation to drift to small talk before joining them back. as always, jungwon’s quick to revert to his usual, teasing self. and despite it all, you find your gaze to be on him the whole time.

it’s dark out when you guys finally make your way back to the dorms. with the others off buying water and snacks for a late-night hangout, you’re left alone with jungwon to head back. he’d conjured up some lie about you leaving some study material in his dorm and needing to grab it before going back to your own, and they seemed to buy it. so here you are, walking along a concrete pavement with the boy you can’t seem to understand, with rain practically beating down your backs. the weather really hates you.

with your path being lit only by the orange glow of the overhead street lamps, and the air filled with nothing but the sound of pouring rain, there’s nothing much you can say. nothing really feels right to say right now, because how do you even begin to address anything in the past month?

jungwon’s grip on the umbrella is tight. you swear it’s leaning slightly towards you. in his other hand is a plastic bag of merch you got from the amusement park, full of junk like headbands and shirts.

wordlessly, you sneak your pinky into the palm of his hand, hooking your fingers together. there’s an odd sort of intimacy in the little gesture - a silent reassurance that concedes a lot more than you’re usually willing to. to your relief, jungwon doesn’t mention anything about it.

suddenly, his footsteps slow to a halt. he whips out a pair of sparklers from the bag you’d gotten from the amusement park, slipping one into your hands. “quickly, before they come back.” as he fumbles with the lighter, a familiar endearing look of concentration on his face makes you giggle a little. the lighter clicks a few times, and the sparklers come to life.

despite the pouring rain, the sparks of violet flash brightly, illuminating your view of each other. with his face glowing a pretty shade of purple, you can see the ridges in his face, from the dimples in his cheeks to the curve of his mouth. “and why exactly are we lighting fires in a downpour?”

“oh shut up, i’m trying to have a moment with you here.” the retort comes easily, a little too easy, seeing as he slaps his hand over his mouth almost immediately. “you heard nothing.”

“mhm.”

and then he’s wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you walk, the faint crackling filling the silence as you continue on. you can sense jungwon’s gaze on you, so you pinch his arm. “something on your mind?”

he exhales softly, patting your shoulder. “if i say it’s you?”

“then you’re a cheesy bastard. what’s really going on?”

he laughs, but you know there’s something lying under the surface. there always is. (huh, maybe you do know him better.)

“it’s nothing, really. just thinking about…us, i guess.” he pauses. “well, mostly you, if i’m being honest. i don’t really know where to start.”

you shift closer to him under the umbrella, till your cheek is pressed against his arm. “i think i do. your journal?”

“ah.” he grimaces, his laughter a little less nervous. “that much i’m sure you’ve already guessed. i don’t think i ever hated you, y/n. not really. i guess i just got scared that there was someone who saw through me so well.”

“and…are you still scared?”

he shakes head firmly. “no. it’s a good thing, because, well. you feel safe. like a place i can go to and let my guard down. i imagine doing things with you i’d never do with anyone else.”

“not naughty things, i hope,” you joke, but the brilliant red that blooms so bright across his face you can see in the dark is extremely telling. “yang jungwon! get your mind out of the gutter!”

feigning a cough, he looks away, fighting for whatever dignity he’s got left. “my point is, i can’t go on as your rival. i…i need you.” he swallows, and in his eyes there’s a vulnerability you know is saved only for you. “i don’t know why, but knowing you’re the only one who understands me is all i’ll ever need. selfish as it is, i want to keep you here forever, so i don’t have to feel alone again.” he says it all with a conviction that’s so strong it almost scares you. he’s putting all his trust into you. does he not think it’s terrifying, to leave all his sorrows with a person like you?

“are you confessing to me?” you whisper breathlessly. you seriously hope he can hear you over the crashing rainfall. “because i’m not sure if i’m-”

“yes. i’m confessing to you, like right now.”

oh. oh.

but there’s an ache in your chest that swells as you try to meet his glassy eyes. “but if you know me so well, you’ll know that i’m not all that. i’m an emotional wreck who can’t live without her ego, and i’m just…me.” and you’re so much more, more than i’ll ever be.

at this, he stops dead in his tracks, not giving a damn about the fact that the rain’s only getting heavier. “i-okay. what do you think of when you think of me?”

“how is this relevant?”

“just answer the question.”

you lick your dry lips, scouring your brain for a reply that can tell him exactly what you want him to know. “it’s like you can see who i am, like you know exactly what to do to make everything okay again. we’ve been under the same pressure to be good our whole lives, and when you try to make me feel better i can tell you mean it. and it works, and i honestly don’t know how i could possibly live without it, now that i know what it feels like to be loved by you.” if you’d told your younger self that years into the future, you’d get to bare your soul to your greatest rival, she’d probably laugh in your face. but here you are, and it’s comforting to know that he’d never judge you for it.

finally, yang jungwon grins that radiant grin of his, the tip of his sparkler meeting yours. “isn’t that reason enough, then, to keep me here? let’s be selfish for once, you goody-two-shoes.” the soft gaze he has on you has your already-weak resolve crumbling away, and it’s as though a hole’s been filled in your heart. one you didn’t even know existed.

“we’ve been too good our whole lives, haven’t we?”

“all the more a reason to be a little more reckless.”

but you let the sparkler fall to the puddle-strewn pavement as you cup his face in your palms, pressing your forehead to his. “for you? any leap of faith would be worth it.”

and you kiss him, with the force of every unsaid word, every apology and confession of the past eighteen years. as much as you’ve done this before with him, every other time he’s kissed you pales in comparison, because for once you see why you wanted him so badly. why you wanted him to have a piece of your soul. maybe, just maybe, pieces of you are already a part of him, and him of you. fragments of each of your shared pasts had embedded themselves in your hearts long before you’d learnt that the sting was one of longing, and not jealousy alone.

his grip on the umbrella loosens, his palm wraps around your nape, a thumb caressing your jaw in a movement both reverent and yearning. with the umbrella now blown far, far away, you’re completely drenched, but you can’t even bring yourself to care anymore. as his other hand moves to hold your waist, you’re surprised at how naturally it comes. you tug him closer, and it’s both everything you’ve ever wanted, but at the same time never enough. breathing in the lingering scent of his lotion, you decide that this, this is home.

“...what we had was special, you know, and i can’t just let - am i seeing things? oh shit, you guys have to see this, oh my-” sunoo’s voice rings out in the night, and this time you just giggle against jungwon’s lips, not bothering to even look at your rightfully flabbergasted friends. this time, you want them to know.

riki sneers in disgust as he flings your stray umbrella towards you both. “i’d congratulate you, but i’ll be too busy puking in that corner right over there.”

“as if you and your girlfriend aren’t worse,” jungwon teases, catching the umbrella with one hand, the other still on your hip. gosh, that was attractive.

oh gosh, this guy’s your boyfriend. yang jungwon is your boyfriend.

by now, your friends have caught up with you, and you’ve got a feeling they’re about to circle you like starving vultures for a good story. but you can’t even bring yourself to mind as jungwon takes your hand into his, interlacing your fingers as he reopens the umbrella. “ready to go?”

anytime, if it’s with him.

a/n ➭ so yall…the promised context. this started off as a secret romance thing where ynwon were more touchy feely (in fact this is the fic that started the whole series lmao). but along the way i decided to use this fic as my projection + built-in jungwon character analysis. tbh the final result of this fic is…very different from what i had in mind at the start, but i’m okay with how it turned out in the end! as always, thanks for reading till the end! if u have the time do reblog/comment so ik what i can improve on haha have a good week! ALSO DID YALL SPOT THE SUNOO X YN CRUMBS

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arkangel9 · 3 months

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maybe that fic i mentioned earlier

no one fed me so i scrapped something from the cupboard. Btw the mannar family are not class A bitches and whores in this(IM MAKING THIS HAPPY EVERYONE'S GOOD OK)(pls i fuckin hate raja mannar ) Varadha looks in the mirror and runs a hand through his hair. He had just finished packing the last of his stuff into the suitcase. A knock interrupts his thoughts. He strides over to open it and is greeted with his sister gracing his doorway

Akka? Why are you here. I thought you were away for business till next week.

You think I'd miss sending you off?. Besides I'll fly back tonight. You done packing?

Yes akka

Well then let's go down. Baachi and Rudra are waiting.

Varadha moves to grab both of his suitcases before Radha smacks away one of his hands.

You can destroy your back plenty in college.

He grins at his akka. They didn't have the best relationship when she was a teenage and him a child but he's proud to say time did them a favor and they all matured into a happy enough family.

Baachi is lying on the couch with his feet resting on Rudra's lap. Both are tapping away at screens. Radha clears her throat and their attention snaps to her. Rudra shoves off Baachi's feet to stand up and stretch. Baachi shoots him a glare before standing up himself.

Rudra moves to grab the suitcase in Varadha's hands(A.N literally barfing at imaging this bitch being nice but hey).

Anna I can manage

Rudra just tousles Varadha's hair before grabbing the suitcase and moving towards the car. He tosses the keys to Baachi to open the car's boot. After they've all settled in. Rudra takes the keys back and they set off

They are about to drop him off at the college which was a fair 10 hour drive away or in Mannar terms '7 arguments and an almost murder of Baachi' away. All of them exit and help Varadha to extricate his suitcases from the boot. They bid their goodbyes. Baachi threatens him to call everyday or he'll show up and break through his windows. Rudra is about to smack the kid when Radha's phone rings. She answers it before handing it to Varadha.

He wants to talk to you.

Varadha holds the phone to his ear. He and his dad weren't close as they were when he was a kid. The man was always away on business and the death of his mother created some distance between them

Dei. Study well and if you do get into trouble, call home first.

Appa why do you assume i'll get into trouble

Because you're my child and your brothers and sisters sibling

He chuckles at the assessment. Radha shoots him a weird look before going back to berating Baachi about leaning his dirty shoe against the car.

Dei Do well. I know you will.

Thanks Appa

He hands the phone back to Radha and gives all his siblings a hug once again before they leave. He follows the car with his eyes till it leaves his sight before letting out a sigh and hefting his bags. He makes his way to the dorms and stops at the reception to enquire about his quarters. He notices a young man with a guitar case slung over his back at the desk.The youth turns to face him and gives him a lazy smile before focusing his attention on the receptionist.

Varadha returns the smile and shuffles over to the receptionist and enquires about his rooms.

'Varadharaja Mannar right? Room 134. 3rd floor east end room.'

Varadha thanks the lady before making his way to the elevator. He prays to God that its working because climbing via steps to the 3rd floor with 2 bulging suitcases isnt practical. He'd fall and die probably

He pushes the button and mutters a prayer when it lights up. He heads into the elevator and is about to close it when the earlier youth rushes in. The youth looks sheepish and mutters an apology.Varadha smiles in return

Which floor are you on? Floor 3

Ah same as me

The two travel the rest of elevator ride in silence except for the weird jingly elevator music.Varadha steps out first dragging his suitcases and makes his way east. He can sense the youth trailing behind. Finally he reaches the last room. The room is not in a row like the others but at the end. He opens the room and wonders when his roommate will check in. He rolls his suitcases to a corner and sits down when the door opens. The youth from earlier is at the doorstep.

This is room 134 right?

Yep.

The youth gives a grin so wide Varadha's afraid his cheeks will break.

Well I guess you're my roommate then. Im Devaratha Raaiser. Deva for short

Varadha infected with the others cheeriness laughs before replying

Varadharaja Mannar. You can call me Varadha.

#salaar #varadharaja mannar #devaratha raisaar #prithviraj sukumaran #prabhas #kabir x khalid #varadeva

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shinobus-bonnet · 1 year

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★ why everything that's supposed to be bad , make me feel so good? ★

badboy!tengen x goodgirl!Black!reader

Warnings: None. fluff & a little suggestive (teehee). cursing, mentions of violence lol. harassment.

ahhh my first writing piece in some months!! I dont have much to say but to enjoy this and Im most likely going to make more of this 🥰 with some more spicy stuff cause my lil brain is going

Being the class sweetheart came with its perks. You were the class president, on the dean's list every semester and always dedicated your time to community service.

Everyone loved you. All of your professors bragged about you being the best student they've had in their teaching career.

Your smiling face walking through the halls of the school caught the eye of Uzui Tengen.

The university’s bad boy. He wasn't a bad student (technically) he got decent grades but often slacked off and rarely came to class. It was strange to some to see him pass his classes while barely attending.

He heard all about you with your pretty soul , good grades and outstanding accomplishments.

You were truly the definition of a good girl.

You walked with confidence as you made your way to class. Walking pass tengen he bit his lip at your appearance. Following behind you he tapped your shoulder to grab your attention.

Giving a confused hi while taking out your headphones you met his eyes to see a smirk playing on his face. He introduced himself to you and you returned the gesture.

Granted you heard a lot of things about him most of them being negative you never let anybody influence your way of thinking. Besides he was pretty cute you decided to give him a chance.

Looking down at your watch you realized class was about to start.

"Well it was nice meeting you Tengen. I have to get to class, I hope to see you around" you said sweetly.

Turning on your heels you continue to make your way to class. Watching you walk away and staring at the way your skirt rides up your thighs and your quick to pull it down.

As time went on he always caught you going to class always stopping to talk and flirt with you

"You look good today sweetheart" he would say and watch the way you move your braids out your face as you grow shy from his flirting

Giving a thank you you smile at him nervously.

Sometimes he would see you in the library studying and would ask for your help with his homework. He would flirt with you heavily while you would try to help him with his assignments.

"How bout me and you go out? As a thanks for helping me. i'll treat you to dinner" he said smiling with his pretty teeth

"Uh sure! that sounds great" you said nodding your head nervously

"Here let me see your phone sweetheart" he said

Reaching into your purse you took out your phone and gave it to him so he could plug in your number and you did the same with his phone.

"i'll see you later pretty girl" he said with a wink and a kiss to the cheek before walking away to leave the library.

You let out a breath out you didn't realize you were holding in and smiled widely. Until your subconscious thoughts came in

You wondered if you're going to get into some trouble messing with a guy like him. You were nervous definitely but there's nothing wrong with trying and giving him a chance. He was nice to you and thats all that matters

More prying eyes saw you two together more and started look at you two sideways. Many people coming up to you saying how he was a heartbreaker and he was no good for you. That you were too good for him.

All of this hurt your heart because besides all the bad things people said about him you saw he had a good heart.

But maybe it was only for you to see.

The day of the date you were basically buzzing around your room getting ready. Putting on your best smelling perfume and doing your hair all prettily with cute little clips.

You got a text stated that tengen was about 5 minutes away.

Slipping on your cardigan and grabbing your purse you were rushing out the door to stand and wait for Tengen to meet you.

You waited patiently in front of your dorm building. Feeling a looming presence you looked up to a guy standing in front of you.

Giving a awkward hi you backed up into the wall and continued type on your phone to ignore him.

The guy kept making unwanted advances towards you even when you told him you weren't Interested.

About to send a text to Tengen she realized he was standing right behind him before sending a punch to his temple completely knocking him on the ground.

"She said she wasn't interested"

Gasping your eyes widen in shock seeing him basically knock someone out right in front of you.

"That wasn't nice Uzi." you simply said taking his hand

"Princess, he made you uncomfortable. Jus trying to protect you. You look gorgeous by the way" he said before smiling

Walking towards his motorcycle your eyes grew wide. Did he really except you to get on that?

"Hop on princess" he said

"Im not gonna lie. im a bit nervous Uzi." you said playing with your fingers

"Don't be nervous baby. Just hold onto me tight I got you" he said reassuring you

You guys went out for pizza and afterwards the two of you walked on the boardwalk and went into the little stores.

You intently stood in front of the kuromi plush. Seeing you stare at the stuffed toy he came behind you and asked if you wanted it while whispering in your ear

Your neck grew hot feeling his breath fan across your ear and your shoulder.

Nodding your head he reached up to grab it for you and grabbed your hand to go to the register. Thanking him with that pretty smile you gave him a hug before kissing his cheek.

The two of you walked out the store to go back to your dorm.

Helping you off his bike he walked to you the door.

"I had fun tonight Uzui. Thank you for the plushie"

"Anything to see you smile pretty girl" he said having a hold on your waist.

Looking into his eyes he smiled at you before standing on your toes to give him a kiss on his lips.

"Sorry- its just my first time kissing anyone" you admit.

Giving a low laugh he lowered his head to kiss you again. Almost making out with you his grip on your waist tightened as he brung your body into him. Kissing down your jaw to your neck leaving lil love bites on your brown skin. Whimpering slightly at the ministrations he smiled into your neck into your neck.

Unlatching from your neck he met your pretty eyes and smiled. Right before taking a chunk of your but and grabbing it

"ooo! Uzi! stop! Thats innppropriate" you said swatting his hand away giggling a little "Goodnight Uzi i'll see you later" you said sweetly

"Goodnight Angel." he said before kissing your glossed lips again.

Walking into your dorm you sighed dreamily. You really liked him and you hope you were making the right decision.

#uzui tengen x reader #tengen uzui x reader #tengen uzui #uzui tengen #uzui tengen x black reader #tengen x reader #tengen x black reader #demon slayer x black y/n #demon slayer x black!reader #demon slayer x black reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n

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bi-bats · 6 months

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trick or treat <3333

TAURIA MY BELOVED!!! HAPPY HALLOWEEENNNNNN!!!!

In the spirit of the season (and giving out full size candy bars) you get a snippet from an idea that I have not talked about on Tumblr yet!! Everyone say thank you to Tauria and go read a bunch of her fics on Ao3 her stuff is so good!!

ANYWAYS this is a snippet of a DamiTim piece I've been working on in the vein of Now Kiss! It's probably going to be a oneshot with multiple little scenes, and it's an urban fantasy fic that's not a no capes!au. It's based off of this one super short tumblr post (that I cannot find ughhh) about magic in the modern era between a self-taught sorcerer and a classically trained one arguing about the ways that they do certain thins, and I saw it and was like "I have to hit that with my DamiTim beam rn" soooo more urban fantasy from Misha for you all!!

(stealing your formatting Tauria because this is too long to indent the whole snippet)

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“Why are you keeping the sample in here?” Damian asks, his voice losing just enough of its edge for Tim to answer him sincerely.

“It combusts at room temp. That’s how the fires are catching so fast and staying lit for so long. You know, B didn’t have to send you to come get it, I could’ve just—”

A small, glowing portal opens up at the next snap of Damian’s fingers, deep green sparks lining the image of the fridge in the Batcave on the other side.

Yeah, that.

Tim rolls his eyes as Damian’s eyes flicker over the contents of the fridge.

“It is unbelievable that you’ve made it this far in life without accidentally drinking your work,” Damian scoffs at the rows of bottles on the shelves.

“Hey, glass can shatter and plastic doesn’t! Besides, I’m recycling.”

“Is that what you call it?” Damian mutters as he pushes aside a gatorade bottle half full of a deep red, viscous liquid. “Which one?”

“The caps are labelled.”

After a few moments of watching Damian rifle through the bottles, Tim scoffs and pushes away from his desk.

When he gets to the fridge, he slides in front of Damian — which infuriatingly, reminds him of the inch of space between the top of his own head and the tip of Damian’s chin — and grabs the Power-C Vitaminwater bottle that has a few tablespoons of an orange, oily liquid pooling in the bottom.

He slips his hand through the portal and drops it on the shelf on the other side before pulling his hand out.

At least Damian’s spell doesn’t singe him at the fingertips the way his magic used to.

It’s still a near thing, though.

When Tim turns back around, he almost flinches at the realization that there’s only a few inches of space between his nose and Damian’s chest. He looks up at him — ugh, who let the demon brat get so tall? — and raises an eyebrow.

In the time it takes for Tim to let out his breath, Damian glances down at him. His eyes flash with something, pink rising to his cheeks again—

And then he’s stepping back, out of Tim’s space entirely, a scowl carving across his features as he looks around Tim’s study.

“You know—”

Great, here we go, Tim thinks.

“—there are cleaning spells you can employ to prevent your space from looking like this.”

“Again, Damian, just because I’m mostly self-taught doesn’t mean that I’m stupid.”

“I was not—” Damian scowls, his voice gruff, defensive and god, here we go for real, Tim thinks.

But Damian doesn’t continue. He breathes out slowly, his voice coming out softer when he finishes his thought.

“I apologize. I was not trying to insult your intelligence. I was merely suggesting that you may want to employ one of those spells before you trip over a stack of reference books or…” Damian kneels down to pick up a receipt off the ground. “Slip and crack your head open on something. Do you need this?”

The urge to snatch it from Damian’s hand rises up in him, but he pushes it down.

He apologized, after all.

“Yes.”

Damian raises an eyebrow at him before flipping the receipt over.

“Is that… a spell?”

Tim snatches the receipt from his hand.

“Yes. Not all of us have time to copy our spells into a book—”

“Why don’t you just spell your pens?”

Tim stops mid-step to frown at Damian, the receipt crinkling in his hand.

“Spell them how?”

Damian’s other eyebrow rises to join the first.

“With a mirroring rune? It will copy whatever you’re writing into your grimoire as you write it.”

Damn it. Fucking runes. There are just so many to keep track of, and Damian always seems to know them.

“Here. Where’s your ritual knife?” Damian asks, striding past Tim to his desk, looking around for a pen.

“I just use a batarang.”

“You what?”

“Yeah, anything sharp will do the trick.”

Tim pulls one out of a drawer and passes it to Damian, letting himself snicker at the displeased look on his face.

“You have the money. Buy a ritual knife, I am begging you,” Damian scoffs.

“I don’t need one — don’t argue with me about it, I’m begging you. The rune, come on.”

He watches Damian’s thick fingers curl around the pen as he carves the rune into the plastic with smooth, precise motions. He means to be following the lines of the rune, but his gaze catches on the scar on Damian’s knuckle, and before he knows it, Damian is handing the batarang back to Tim and muttering, “Grimoire?”

“Oh, uh…” Tim moves a few piles of papers around, looking for one of the dozens of notebooks lying around this place.

Okay, maybe Damian has a point.

He gives up searching manually and waves his hand through the air, waiting for a notebook to soar from somewhere random in the room.

Nothing happens.

Why is nothing happening?

Tim looks around, waves his hand again and with a little more sass, and then there’s a crashing noise as a pile of books collapses to the floor, his notebook responding to the summons and flying into his hand.

He flips it open to a blank page and ignores the heat on his cheeks and the look Damian’s giving him as he passes it over.

“Is it a time constraint preventing you from maintaining your space?”

Tim scoffs, paying attention to the lines of the rune this time instead of Damian’s fingers. “Yes, Damian, it is pretty clearly just another thing I don’t have time to do.”

“You could ask for help. I’m sure Jason would love to teach you some cleaning spells.”

“He’s banned from my study for that exact reason. I still haven’t figured out where he put everything last time. Does the direction you draw the rune in matter?”

“It’s a rune, Timothy. It always matters.”

“Fucking runes,” Tim mutters, rolling his eyes.

Damian laughs a little, and suddenly Tim realizes that this is the longest amount of time they’ve spent together when they weren’t in masks in…

Well. Since Tim moved out, probably.

They get along fine (comparatively) these days, but it’s not like they spend time together unless it’s for a case, and they haven’t worked a case together since… last year?

Which is probably why he’d forgotten how Damian’s laugh isn’t the same condescending noise he remembers from when he was a bratty little tween.

Or why the low, warm rumble of it catches him off guard, makes something in his stomach squeeze.

“Here,” Damian says, jotting down the directions for the rune on the same page. “I can’t help you with organizing it in the notebook, especially since you have more than one, but—”

“Oh, that’s not a problem. I just use summoning spells anyways.”

There’s a silence long enough for Tim to look up at Damian’s face.

Is his eye twitching?

#batsasks #👸 ladytauria #damitim #writing snippet #batwrites #timdami #omen au

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junhui-png · 2 months

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puppy love ⌦ .｡.:*♡

mingyu x reader x scoups? (Still figuring it out LOL) pt. 3

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summary: first year of college, you literally knew no one and you planned for it to stay that way but damn were you wrong

notes: hey guys, part 3 is finally out. Just wanna apologize for not uploading in so long, I've been going through a lot of family stuff and school has become a big stress for me but I've started to get my life back together again. i'll be uploading ever Wednesdays from now on unless I make a post stating otherwise! Anyways hope you enjoy part 3.

genre: seventeen college au, love triangle between scoups and Mingyu, Mingyu being on a football team, financial major scoups, angst??, fluff, cute friend ships, Hoshi, Joshua, Seungkwan, Minghao, and Wonwoo r your besties, Also besties with Yunjin (Le Sserafim) and Minnie (G-IDLE), other seventeen members are mentioned?? Childhood friends, cursing, drinking

THIS IS NOT PROOF READ BTW SO I APOLGIZE FOR ANY GRAMER OR SPELLING MISTAKESS!

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Your Birthday was in just a few weeks, you didn't really plan on doing anything to celebrate, maybe invite Mingyu and all your other friends over but that was it. "OK! I'm thinking the Maldives!" Seungkwan perks, across the table from you "You must've lost your mind Boo Seungkwan" Minghao scoffs, taking a bite of his food. You, Hoshi, Seungkwan, Minghao, Joshua, Wonwoo, And Mingyu were all sitting done at one of the campus's diners, eating your lunches, When Seungkwan started pitching birthday party ideas which you declined, as all of them were either out of your comfort zone or just borderline impossible "Seungkwanie. Let's be reasonable" You chuckle a bit "Besides I dont wanna do anything crazy" Though you tried to get Seungkwan to shut up, his mouth just kept on going, coming up with the wildest plans. "You know, I have a beach house over near Daegu if you guys want to stay there for a few days" Mingyu suddenly speaks up from across the table "YES! OMG YES" Seungkwan basically jumps up from his seat, causing everyone to break into sudden laughter "Are you sure we can use it?" You ask once the laughter had died down "Yeah of course! We dont use it that much anyways" He shrugs and you end up agreeing. You hurry up and finish you lunch before hurrying back to your class with Joshua. On your way back to your class, your phone is blowing up in your back pocket, which you pull out to see a bunch of text from, once again, Jaemin. You don't even bother to look through the thousands of text messages he sent you, you just let out a shaky sigh before pushing your phone back into the pocket of your sweatpants "The dick still bothering you?" Joshua asks "Yeah, he's back at it again for some reason" You shrug walking into your class. "If he keeps bothering you, you can tell us, you know?" Joshua tries to reassure you "Don't worry, he'll stop in a bit. He was like this when we first broke up anyways" You say, taking a sit at you desk, and Joshua doing the same.

You had finally finished all of your classes for the day and was walking home when you spotted a familiar figure in the distance "NINI!" Seungcheol's warm voices calls out and you pick up your pace just the slightest to catch up to Seungcheol "What are you doing here?" You say with a grin once you finally reached him "I dont know, thought I'd stop by" He shrugs and the two of you begin to walk "How are you?" He asks "Good, and you" "Same thing here" He smiles back. The two of you walk until you come across a convenience store "Want anything?" Seungcheol asks, entering the store with you following "Nah, im ok" You reply, taking a seat on one of the plastic green chairs. After a minute or two, Seungcheol comes back with 2 cups of shin ramyeon, water, and chocolate flavored nini's. "Cheol you didnt have to.." Your heart melts as you see all the things the man had brought for you "Its nothing please, You always used to get hungry after studying, so I assumed you would be hungry after all your classes" The man sets all the food on the table and takes a seat across from you before the two of you dig in. "I was wondering, I'm having a birthday party this following week over at Yeongildae beach, and I want you to come" you ask "Yeah, of course, I've been wanting to go the beach anyways". A little bit of excitment tingles through your body, and you can't help but smile a little knowing that you'll be able to hang out the Seungcheol once again. Seungcheol leans back in his chair and you begin to open the box of nini's "Remeber when we went to the beach together?" Seungcheol speaks up. You feel a small sense of nostalgia as you think of the past memories Seungcheol was referencing "How could I forgot, I had so much fun that day" A warm smiles covers your face, as your mind relives the moment "I think I still have the polaroid's we took of our sandcastle" You giggle at the memory of you and Seungcheol struggling to figure out how to work the new polaroid camera you were gifted. Chuckling, Seungcheol nods "And when we got Ice cream but you kept dropping them, we bought like 3 ice cream cones" "I dropped it once" You roll your eyes at Seungcheol's sarcasim and he laughs "God your mom was pissed off though, we got sand all over her car" He shakes his head in amusment remebering how your mother had scolded the two of you "I dont even wanna remember it" you chuckle. "Thanks for inviting me by the way, I'm sure I'll have a lot of fun!"

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After the night, you and Seungcheol stay in touch through text and you continued you life as you would had usually. You were out for lunch with your friends at another restaurant on campus, when you phone went off again. You had a bad feeling about the notification that you had just gotten because, surprise! It was Jaemin. Your expression changed immedatly after reading the text Jaemin had sent you " Y/N I'm outside come out." you immediately whipped your head around and there he was, just standing there with his arms crossed, staring right at you "That son of a bitch." Yunjin mumbled, also noticing him. Your entire friend group turned to look at Jaemin but he didnt seemed bothered "You got to be fucking with me right now.." You let out a sigh "I'll be back" You get up from your seat, feeling the eye's of your friends still on you as you walk out. "Jaemin what the hell are you doing here" You confront him "Why won't you respond, I’ve been texting you all week” Jaemin says, hint of annoyance in his voice “Because I told you I don’t want to see or talk to you ever again, so leave me alone” You roll your eyes and turn around to go back inside but he grabs your wrist “LET GO OF MY, WHAT THE FUCK!” You shriek, immediately pulling your hand away from him. Your friends had rushed out of the restaurant at this point and were all behind you “baby..please just listen to me” he whines “get lost.” Mingyu says in a stern voice “you don’t wanna be with a girl like her! She a fucking whore! I saw her with another guy last week” Jaemin yells at Mingyu, his ears turning red from anger. “ Were you fucking stalking me?” You scoff in disbelief, realizing he was talking about you and Seungcheol at the convenience store. He was about to say something but was cut off by Wonwoo “You fuckin creep, just leave man.”

Jaemin let’s out a rough sigh before storming off, finally leaving you and your friends alone. "Sorry yall, That ruined the mood" You say, breaking the short moment of silence after Jaemin had left "You dont need to apologize, Jaemin's literally crazy" Hoshi reassures "Are you ok?" Mingyu puts his hand on the small of your back, as some sort of comfort you assumed "Yea, im good. That kinda freaked me out though" You let out a shaky chuckle "He's fucking stalking you Y/N, you need to report him to the police" Yunjin speaks up, the others agreeing with her "He'll stop, there's no point. If it does get bad, then i'll report to the police." You say "I'll be fine" Your friends exchange some sort of look before changing the topic to lighten the mood.

You had arrived home and you were backing your bag with Minnie, who was also going to the beach house with you. The plan was to go today, and stay at the beach house and saturday and sunday. You were helping Minnie pick the clothes she wanted to pack when the front door bell rang. "Ill get it" You get Minnie as you rush off to the door "Seungcheol? You're early? You opened the door to see Seungcheol in front of you. He was wearing a white shirt topped with a beige varsity jacket and a pair of light blue jeans "You look nice" He says, ignoring the questioned you had just asked. You were wearing a jean skirt with a navy blue halter tank top with your hair in a claw clip "Thank you, but what are you doing so early" You ask again, moving out of the way so he could enter. "I finished packing early so I thought you wouldnt mind me stopping by early" He shrugs, taking a seat on your couch "Thats fine right?" Seungcheol asks and you nod "Yeah I dont mind, I'm almost done packing, hold on" You rush back to your room to finish packing when the door bell rings again "you gotta be kidding me.." You sigh "I'll get it" Seungcheol calls out from the living room. You hear the door open and hear Seungkwan and Hoshi's excited giggles. "MINNIE, Y/N! LETS GOO EVERYONE"S OUTSIDE" Hoshi's voice booms through your small apartment "ok, you dont have to shout, this is a small ass apartment" You sigh, entering the living room with your bags "I'm so exciteddd!" Minnie chirps, as I shut and lock our apartment door. "I have so much planned" Seungkwan giggles, running over to the van that was parked infront of your apartment complex. "Hi." Mingyu waves to you, a dumb smile playing on his lips "Hi Mingyu" You wave back, Placing your bag in the back of the van. You enter the the van and sit in the middle of the third row, both Seungcheol and Mingyu besides you. Joshua's driving with Seungkwan in the passenger seat and Hoshi, Yunjin, and Minnie in the second row. Minghao and Wonwoo chose to be isolated in the back, probably so they could sleep the entire ride to daegu. "Everybody ready?" Joshua asks and everybody shouts yes before Joshua begin to drive. Seungkwan immediately connects his phone to the aux before blasting music, beginning a karaoke session. You, Minnie, and Yunjin sing Nonsense, Yes, and?, Kill Bill, what makes you beautiful, and so many songs before letting Seungkwan and Hoshi the chance to sing the songs of there choice. You lean back in your seat, sweating just a bit because of how much energy you were putting into your singing "Do you want some water" Seungcheol asks you, noticing your panting state "Omg, yes please" You watch as Seungcheol pulls out a smaller black bag from under his seat and unzips. As your watching him search his bag for a water bottle, something catches you eye "You still have that" You point to the side pocket of the bag which had a slightly beat up cherry keychain hanging from the zipper of the pocket. Seungcheol chuckles once he realizes what you were referring too "You thought I would just throw it out?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow "I dont know, thought you would have lost it by now" You shrug "Here" He hands you a water bottle and you give him a small smile as a thank you before chugging down your water. "Did you get him that?" Mingyu suddenly asks, a werid sound in his voice "Uh yeah, when we were kids I got him that for his birthday" You smile softly, thinking about how happy 7 year old Seungcheol was too get some crappy keychain from you. Mingyu lets out a salty "hm" before looking back to this phone. You go back to singing a bit later and play some Valorant with Wonwoo for a little before you got tired and decided to take a quick nap. "WE'RE HEREE!!”

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Pt 4 out next Wednesday ( 2/28/24

#seventeen #seventeen ff #seventeen fluff #seventeen au #mingyu x reader #mingyu #scoups x reader #scoups

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the-second-tonks · 2 years

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★ TXT reactions to when you are unconscious and say their name out of everything in this world

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Soobin

Blushing x 1001 . You could be unconscious due to heavy workload or overnight studying and the doctor's done checking up on you . I feel he'll be panicking a bit . While Soobin is sitting with you with the members surrounding you , you call his name out , and he's a blushing mess + his panick dies down + the members going 'ohhmaagawdd' . He feels his heart beating faster than ever and he's so happy to hear that . I see him relieving that moment at least 10 times every 5 minutes . It's like , you , even unconsciously , miss him and want him . It's like reassurance for him that you love him and want him as much as he does. He's going to prepare stuff for you and clean your room. When you wake up , you're gonna notice him being extra shy to the point where he'll blush and run away or hide his face in the crook of your neck after kissing you lmao

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Yeonjun

You could've fainted due to the excess traveling you had to do , or due to work or studies pressure . He's gonna double take when you say his name . He's gonna be like “did i mishear you?” . He's gonna try to contemplate if you actually spoke his name , out of everything in this world , even your dog . He'll pat your head so as to calm you down and he'll whisper “its alright now” . He'll stay there with you for more time before getting up to go outside and let you rest . Betting he might be overwhelmed. His pride that day , omg .. he's gonna be on the seventh cloud or something lmao . He's gonna walk like a boss , talk like a boss . When you wake up , he'll be sure to tease you about it and smirk at you .. but on the inside , he's just blushing and soo so soo happy (fyi he got rid of all his blushing reactions while you were asleep so that he can wear that confident smirk) . Happiest day of his life, it affects him a lot.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Beomgyu

I feel like you fainted because of lack of food or dehydration. The doctor was done checking on you and two of the members went to cook food for you , when you spoke his name lightly . Monkey dances all the while . He'll go all the way like “ohhh my myyy did you just! You didn't!” i can literally imagine . He's going to act as if he passed the toughest exam in this world with the highest score.. his hands covering his o-shaped mouth while his eyes are wider than Taehyun's hahah . He's gonna act very cute annoying acc to Yeonjun . He's gonna be super loud that day , and he's going to be very very happy. When you wake up , you'll be shocked to watch him so happy that he was almost about spill your soup while dancing towards you. It's a moment he'll treasure..it makes him feel manly because when you were in trouble , you remembered him . Expect him to take extra extra care

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Taehyun

You could've fainted just when he returned from his tour or something. You weren't taking good care of yourself while he was gone. The doctor checks up on you and goes . Taehyun sits beside your bed surrounded by the members when you say his name . Everyone smiles out loud except for this guy who's still worried about you . In response, he holds your hand in both of his . Even though on the outside he has his poker face , on the inside , his stomach is full of butterflies. His brain is going wild and his heartbeat is too . He'll lightly kiss you on the forehead and say “babe ’m here. It's okay” . He'll walk out of your room so as to let you rest and he himself might rest . Once you wake up , he's going to take care and make sure you eat everything healthy because he found the snacks packets in the dustbin :(

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Huening Kai

Firstly let's say that i feel like he might cry a bit , only a bit because he's so panicked because you fainted . When you say his name , it gives him a certain boost . A boost to take care of you and stand as a wall in front of you , protecting you from everything. In case you fainted due to school pressure, he'll do your work while you're resting. He completes it and then when you wake , he'll tell you to throw it to your school's face lmao . He's going to be extra careful with you and take care of you as if you're a lil baby . He's so cute , he'll be in that protective mode for a long time until you recover and abandon every single germ or infection from your body.

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fairsexynasty · 1 year

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Ethan x Y/N

Ethan stumbling upon Y/N at the campus library while looking for books for class and being intimidated yet fascinated by this girl over time with more encounters - oh yeah and Y/N is an Addams

Y/N is an art student at the university - film? music? theater? painting/sculpture/photography?

warnings: fluff, ethan is whipped for a girl who likes playing with death

your family is notorious for being quite interesting. whether that would be because of their hefty amount of pda with their partners, or their fun torture games, everyone knows who the addams are.

you came to blackmore for exposure to a new environment, away from new jersey but not too far so that way you couldn’t get some good old wawa if you craved it. you also just wanted to know what normal people acted like.

you were very theatrical from a young age, staging plays with your cousins wednesday and pugsley where you’d get to show off your skills when your character died an awful death. so, naturally, you became a theatre kid. sure, during tech week things would go horribly wrong due to your bad luck you and your family inherited, but in the end, it would all work out the way it was supposed to. instead of never saying “macbeth” in a theatre, no one ever said “addams.”

for one of your classes, you had to research different acting methods, and you chose uta hagen. it wasn’t as easy as meisner, but you adored it. you headed to the library to do some research, searching for hagen’s famous book.

at the studying tables, sat ethan. the two of you never crossed paths before, even in passing.

he was suffering through his econ homework, cursing himself for taking the class and his teacher for being a dick. he knew no one really entered the arts section besides the majors, so he set up there, preparing to spend at least four hours in the library. however, he’d realized the assignment he was working on was so hard because he had missed the class that covered it, due to sickness.

ethan sighed to himself, then got up to head to the economy section, but not until bumping into a figure adorned in black.

your stuff was knocked out of your hands, and ethan quickly apologized as the both of you bent down to start picking your things up.

“yo, i am so sorry, i wasn’t paying attention-“ he cut himself off as soon as the both of you locked eyes.

he found himself staring at you. you wore a black cropped tank and a long black skirt to match. your neck was adorned with a crystal necklace and a black cord tarot necklace with the card for death ingrained in silver. your eyes were strikingly dark and stormy, yet you wore little to no makeup. you looked like a beautiful figure of death, which ethan found entrancing and wavering at the same time.

his mouth got dry, so he quickly cleared his throat but opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, struggling to talk.

“its alright,” you said. “just, be more cautious of your surroundings next time, yeah? you don’t want to crash into someone with hot coffee or something of the sort.”

ethan’s eyes widened, embarrassment filling his features. “yeah, something like that.” he picked up the rest of your things, and helped you up. “i’ve never seen you around before, what’s your major?”

“i’m in theatre. i’m minoring in psychology with a concentration on psychoanalytic studies. the unconscious mind is a terrifying place and that entertains me. it’s a useful overlap with theatre.”

“so i take it you’re in the play, right?” you nod. “what is it, again?”

“medea,” you answer. ethan obviously has no idea what the hell it is, but instead of explaining, you decide to walk away and continue your search.

ethan watches you turn around a corner, then hits himself in the head for not asking your name. “fuck. you idiot,” he whispers. he tries to search in his head for any memory of seeing you anywhere else, but fails to remember anything. however, he’s quickly startled when lightning strikes outside out of nowhere. it begins to pour, and students all rush in every direction.

he turns on his heels and abandons the search for his econ book. he’s reading medea tonight.

the next time he sees you, is on a poster for medea. you’re playing the titular character, which he has learned is a woman scorned because her husband’s father exiled her and he’s stolen her children, who she eventually kills herself. it’s dark, but it’s so you.

that’s all he knows about you, though. you’re dark, and scary, and you haunt his dreams and are the basis of his nightmares. he wakes up in cold sweats, searching the room for you; the idea of you just exists in his head.

he’s on his way to grab lunch at chipotle after a workout, when he sees you exiting a spiritual shop. it appears to be filled with wiccan knickknacks and supplies, but what catches his eye is how you walk up to a woman in a long black gown, with a black umbrella over her head to shield her from the beaming sun. you greet her with a hug, and that’s when ethan realizes who she is— and who you are.

mortician addams is an influential donor to blackmore. and you’re her niece. that explains the lightning and storm when he met you, but he can’t understand why it happened at that exact moment.

you and your aunt disappear around a corner, as he presumed you do a lot, and he walks to his destination, but stops when he sees a sign on the door. it’s a poster for the play, which happens to be in two days, hence your mothers arrival.

ethan scans the qr code. he’s got plans for friday the 13th.

you’re greeting your friends and family after a brilliant performance; dopamine runs through your veins and it puts you an a mood you thoroughly enjoy. you’re smiling and chatting with people you’ve never met in your life. you look around the theatre and your eyes stop on ethan, who’s looking at you from across the orchestra floor.

you bid a quick goodbye to your family, and walk over to ethan, who freezes.

“did you enjoy the show?”

“what’s your name?” he asks with no hesitation nor attention to your question.

you give him a small smirk. he seems like an interesting person. you can tell he’s hooked on the charm you inherited from your mother, but you’re accepting of his doting. you see his hand wiping on the sides of his jeans very subtly, in an attempt to hide his fear.

“y/n. what’s yours?”

he smiles back at you. “ethan. ethan landry. econ major.”

a/n: i think i’m liking this concept. i’m usually not interesting in crossovers, but this is pretty interesting. may continue with this!

#fairsexynasty #luluchats #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader

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eventinelysplayground · 5 months

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Hi everyone this is my second entry for falling for you by @nightghoul381 and @judejazza. I did IkeVamp this time and I used the prompts sudden downpour and when we are older. If you haven't played Jean's route until at least Chapter 9/10 you won't get one of the prompts but you can still enjoy the story. It also pulls a tiny bit from the Together as One event the game did a few years back (I bought a few in the rerelease) but again not necessary for you to have read it to enjoy the story.

Old Acquaintances

Jean walked along beside the Seine his footsteps slowing as he neared the crowds of people. He stopped and his gaze scanned all around searching for those familiar faces when suddenly he heard a vaguely familiar voice calling out. At first he paid it no attention but as it got closer he turned in its direction.

??: So it is you, bonsoir Monsieur I hope you have been well all these years!

Jean: Saar?

Standing before Jean was not the child he remembered but a now almost young man, he still had the same mess of red hair though and a bright smile. He was accompanied by a young lady.

Saar: You remember me! I thought you'd probably forgotten me since it's been several years. The last time we saw each other was at this very festival actually.

Jean's memory drifted back to that day and all the events that came of it. He shook his head as he pushed those memories aside.

Jean: Yes it was, I remember you telling me how you had been doing and your plans for the future. Have things been going how you wanted them to?

Saar: Ya I'd say even better in some ways actually.

Saar turned his gaze to the young lady with him and gently squeezed her hand.

Saar: I studied really hard at the orphanage for a few years while also learning everything I could about the mines from the miners and foremen. After a few years one of the foremen and his wife took me in and they took really good care of me. I got bigger and stronger and kept learning a whole lot of stuff and went back to the mines and started implementing little things I learned. I also met Amelie last year, she's so sweet and makes me really happy.

Amelie was blushing scarlet while Saar was grinning from ear to ear. Jean chuckled to himself and a small smile crossed his face.

Jean: I am glad you're doing so well Saar, and it is very nice to meet you Mademoiselle.

Amelie: Saar has told me about you before Monsieur and a Mademoiselle, that you were there for him and helped him at the worst time in his life. He's never forgotten your words or kindness to him. Thank you for everything you did for him then.

Jean: It was something I wanted to do, there is no need to thank me.

Saar: Of course there is! Both you and Mademoiselle were so kind to me and helped me a lot but especially you Monsieur, your words meant a lot to me and because of that I've been able to go down the path I have. I always wanted to make not just my parents and adoptive parents proud but also you Monsieur.

Jean was momentarily stunned then he slowly reached out a hand and placed it on Saar's shoulder.

Jean: I can't speak for others but I can imagine that they are very proud of you. From what I see of you today and what you have told me I can say though that I am proud of you.

Saars eyes glistened with forming tears and the young man shook his head to dispel them.

Saar: Thank you Monsieur. What about you though? I hope lots of good things have happened to you, and what about Mademoiselle?

Jean thought back over the last several years since he had seen Saar a calm expression washing over his face.

Jean: Many good things have happened to me and Mad..

Suddenly Jean swayed to the left as an impact hit his right leg. He looked down and smiling up at him was a little girl with dark hair and violet eyes.

Little Girl: Papa Papa here you are! Mama, Wolf and I have been waiting for you. Oh hello Monsieur, Mademoiselle.

The little girl looked at Saar and Amelie bowing her head then Jean scooped her up into his arms.

Jean: I’m sorry to have kept you all waiting Lilly I ran into an old acquaintance of your Mamas and mine.

Saar: Wow Monsieur you married Mademoiselle? You're lucky she was so kind and pretty. Oh but not anywhere near as pretty as you Amelie.

Amelie blushed scarlett at the compliment and turned her attention to Lilly.

Amelie: I'm sorry we kept you waiting for your Papa Lilly. I hope you'll forgive us?

Lilly: Of course I will, if you knew Mama too do you want to see her? She's just a bit further down the river bank with Wolf.

Saar: I'd love to see Madem…Madame again if it's ok with you Amelie, oh and you too Monsieur.

Jean: I’m sure she would like to see how well you are.

Lilly wriggled out of Jean's arms and reached out to Amelie and Saar with a big smile.

Lilly: I can take you right to her, come on!

Saar: Why don't you and Amelie go ahead your Papa and I will be right behind you.

Lilly: Ok! Don't be too long though or my brother will eat all the chocolates Mama bought.

At that warning Lilly excitedly started running down the riverbank with a laughing Amelie in tow. Jean and Saar watched them leave in silence. Saar then turned his attention back to Jean.

Saar: Can I ask you for some more advice Monsieur?

Jean turned his head towards Saar and nodded.

Saar: I want to have a family of my own someday, like you have and I want it to be with Amelie but... I'm scared that she might not want to stay with somebody like me who just works in the mines. What should I do so that she stays with me until I can marry her? How did you do it with Madame?

Jean turned his head back in the direction of where Lilly and Amelie had run off. He could see them in the distance now along with Wolf and Mitsuki and he smiled. He thought about everything that had happened since he last saw Saar in his relationship with Mitsuki for them to end up where they were now. When he spoke at last he chose his words with care.

Jean: The best thing I think you can do is to just live every day being who you are inside and to trust in your love for her and in Amelie's love for you as you are regardless of your past. I know I couldn't see it back then but Mitsuki used to look at me in a certain way before we were together, Amelie looks at you in a similar way.

Saar: Wait you said used to, does she not look at you like that anymore?

Jean: No she doesn't, it's evolved into something much deeper over the years.

Saar broke into a big smile.

Saar: I hope Amelie's does the same then, thank you again Monsieur for everything.

Jean and Saar started walking down the riverbank again towards where everyone was waiting for them when suddenly Jean halted. He reached out and gently grabbed Saar by the arm.

Jean: There is one more thing, make sure you actually propose, in a way you would do it not anyone else and do not wait until your wedding day for it.

Saar: Are you saying you never proposed to Madame!?

Jean: I did, just we were at the altar when I did so. Some of our friends still remind me of that mistake to this day. I would not want you to go through the same thing.

Saar: Geez Monsieur I already thought you were lucky to have married Madame but you must really have been blessed by God to still have her after hearing that.

Jean let out a soft chuckle and smiled at Saar.

Jean: I agree with you.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire jean #ikevamp jean #falling4uccc

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iamsherlocked1479 · 9 months

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A Strange feelng: Prolouge

Descrption: the proluge to a new series im starting! the reader (Emma) joinedthe sourcers when her life crumbled after the blip. She thought she had lost everything until she met him, Doctor Stephen Strange and now my friends she has a strange feelng that everything is going to be better. hopefully he feels the same way.

You don’t know what you’re doing here, you’re supposed to be studying the history of kamar taj yet you find yourself staring at an open portal to the new york sanctum, his sanctum. His words filtered through your head ‘whatever you need I’ll try and get it for you’ you hope that offer extended to emotional support. Someone to tell you you were being stupid and not to quit something just because it’s getting hard. Just like Jasmine had always reminded you. But she wasn’t here anymore, she was gone and so was mum. And that's why you’re here ignoring the way your heart is pounding out your chest, and how you’re sure the bottle of bourbon you have clutched in your hand will break. But you take a step forward, you made it the difficult bit. Now all you have to do is seek emotional comfort from the sourcer whom everyone but you and Wong believes is detached from the rest of the world, gripping what little control he had left of his life, just like you.

The new york sanctum was different from the others, it felt inviting in its own way if you ignore the crumbling ceilings and rickety staircases it was somewhat humble, it felt like a shield for the planet. You heaved yourself up the multiple staircases to the room you knew he’d be sat in. It was raining outside, the soft rumble of thunder humming in the distance not quite becoming a storm but far from calm. You saw his silhouette outlined from the dim light in the window slouched slightly in the chair, the clinking of the ice in his already poured drink being the only sound besides the thunder.

“You shouldn’t sit in the dark, it's bad for your eyes. As a doctor I figured you’d know this.” Your voice started him a little as he turned around.

“Emma,What are you doing here?” He says in a mildly irritated sound.

“I’m sorry you just said if i ever needed anything and i- I brought bourbon.” You tilt up the bottle and his face lightens up a bit

“Is that the good stuff you hide in your room?” He watches as you nod and flicks his finger illuminating the room with candles that had been placed around the room. You then somehow as if by magic end up next to him, his arm chair becoming a sofa big enough for the both of you to sit at a comfortable distance. “So? How can I be of assistance to you?” He says refilling his glass and filling yours.

“I don’t know really, i just got sick of being alone i guess and you’re the only person i can stand being around lately, other than wong but the sorcerer supreme has higher duties than listening to my blabbering mouth.” You take a drink from your glass wincing slightly, it was stronger than you thought.

“And how did you know I'd be awake? It is 3:25 am.” He laughed

“Because you come across as a pretty sleep deprived doctor I must say.”

“Well takes one to know one, really whats wrong?” He moves his arm to rest on the couch cushion his fingers just slightly away from your hair. You pretend to ignore the way his robes tense around his surprisingly muscular arms.

“Its been 8 months, today i mean, since the blip. Which means to me its eight months since i lost her and i just struggle seeing what all of this is.”

“This?” He tilts his head

“Me sat here in these less fashionable robes with Doctor Strange, the wizard who helped save the universe. And me, a vet tech who got let go from her job due to a purple space guy and is now learning how to teleport. It doesn’t make sense.” You choke on the last few words you didn’t want to cry in front of him.

“You really think, I understand all this? I go to bed everyday with a floating cloak at the end of my bed after spending the whole day making sure our reality is correct. But i do it because its what I believe is my purpose.” He stops for a minute watching as a lone tear falls from your eye “you didn’t come here to fix everything, you knew you couldn’t change what happened, and you stayed because you thought you could find your purpose. Don’t give that up.” He looks away at the rain pattering against the domed window. “I had lost everything when I came, I came to fix my hands, but I was taught something, this cost me alot but life is full of sacrifices. Don’t give up because things aren’t always in a straight line.” He turned to you, his eye’s glistening as if he was tearing up.

Those words, they were the same as what jasmine told you, and they were both right, she never gave up, so why should you.

“You know my sister used to tell me that.” You laugh, wiping your eyes.

“From what I hear she sounds like a good person.” His hands graze the loose strands of your hair, he stops when you notice but then finds his hand in your hair again when you don’t object.

“She was great, really. I sometimes struggled to understand how she managed everything. She was the one who told mum to get treatment, even recommend some of your research. The handsome guy with the salt and pepper hair my mum would say.” You blush slightly at the last sentence and are then struck with a mild amount of boldness “personally I’d agree.”

“Well at least we established i'm handsome tonight.” He took a smug drink from his glass

“So why were you up?” You ask

“It's not important.” He shakes his head

“C’mone I won’t tell anyone you have feelings.” You nudge him slightly.

“Fine, well i’ve had something on my mind recently. But im not quite sure how to approach it.” His arm moves from your head to his kneck, he looked nervous.

“Well maybe i can help?” You prop yourself up slightly like a teenager listening to the latest gossip.

“Well I don’t know it's sort of a big thing.” He laughs “there's someone i cant get out of my head and i was wondering if she feels the same but im not sure how to approach the situation.” He looks away again playing with the rim of his glass. Your chest tightens a little at the words of him liking a girl, but at the end of the day it was just a crush and you had to swallow your pride and deal with it.

“Well show her how you feel, its not always the best to wait on theses things.” You pretend to smile pretending like this wasn’t bothering you.

“You really think I should go for it?” He turned to you, with one brow raised and a sheepish grin on his face.

“What's the worst that could happen?” You nod and shuffle slight as you swirl your drink, he cleared his throat and put his drink of the coffee table. You looked at him for a moment and could almost be sure he was looking at your lips. He began to lean in closer, pressing his lips against yours. You weren't expecting it, so you didn’t kiss him back, but you didn’t pull away. Eventually he pulled away with a blush.

“I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me-“

“No no- i just, i just want to test something.” You grabbed his face between your hands and kissed him back, this time he didn’t hesitate he locked you bodies together holding you close allowing his tongue to dance with yours for a moment. You eventually parted allowing yourselves to take a breath

“Huh, how was it?” He asked wiping his mouth

“Pretty good, can I just get a second opinion?” You ask and he nodded, pulling you in again to repeat the process. “Yeah well i have to say, pretty successful move, she liked it.” You blush eventually pulling apart.

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A/N: this si just a prolouge so is very subject to change, I really like doing the reader pov with a character i can mould myself a little this is because im not a huge fan of y/n feel like it doesn't give me the freedom to write and develop my characters. And in regards to Thats not how i'd do it, i will be alternating between chapters when i cannot think of something fo the other so hopefully this allows me to become more active. I'm really excited to see where this goes and hope you are too! <3

#benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch x female!reader #dr strange x you #dr strange x reader #dr strange smut #dr stephen strange #doctor strange #doctor strange x female reader #marvel fanfic rec #marvel #doctor strange sorcerer supreme

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greyheartwriter · 2 years

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Portal Falls Chpt 2

Dipper and Mabel had been looking forward to going back to the mystery shack for months. Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford had returned from their trip on the Stan'O'War and had invited the twins out to Gravity Falls for the summer again. They had caught the bus that morning and were now speeding through the Oregon forests. Mabel was staring out the windown of the bus, watching for the Welcome to Gravity Falls! sign. Dipper on the other hand, was flipping through his notebook. After Stan had sent the photocopies of the journals to him 2 years ago, just after they had left Gravity Falls the first time, he'd meticulously copied down everything into journals of his own, which were sitting in his backpack on the floor of the bus. The notebook he was flipping through now was full of his own work. He'd spent the last two years studying anomalies on his own. Well, not completely. Mabel was with him most of the time. He wanted to show Ford his journal and see what he and Stan had found while they were sailing around the world. "There it is!" Mabel shouted, making Dipper jump. She was pointing out the window, and the sign zipped by a moment later. Dipper grinned. "Looks like we're almost there." Mabel settled back down on the seat beside him. She rummaged around in her backpack and pulled out her own notebook. Unlike Dipper's hers was not full of research. It was full of designs. Fashion designs to be specific. She'd really gotten into designing in the last year and, Dipper had to admit, she was really good at it. "I hope the girls like the stuff I've been designing for them," She said nervously. "Don't worry, Mabel," Dipper assured her. "They'll love it." "Thanks, Dipper." She went back to staring out the window.

Stan and Ford were both waiting at the bus stop when Mabel and Dipper got off, but they weren't alone. Soos and Melody were there too. "Grunkle Stan! Grunkle Ford!" Mabel wasted no time rushing over and hugging the two. Dipper followed her example after she finally let go of them. "Hey kids," Stan said. "Welcome back, dudes," Soos said, stepping forward. "Soos!" Dipper adjusted his duffel. "What are you doing here?" "We wanted to be the first to see you when you got back. Plus, you are staying in the mystery shack. Thought we'd give you a ride." Soos chuckled. He pointed toward a nearby car with just enough room for the six of them. "What about Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford?" Mabel wondered aloud. Ford answered. "Oh we're staying there too. Soos' grandma converted my lab into a... well, let's just say she's staying down there with Soos and Melody. Stan and I have our two rooms on the first floor, and you guys are going to have the attic again." Mabel turned to Melody. "Hey, Melody. How've you been?" "Good, Mabel. Better now that I've moved here." She answered, grinning herself. "Really? You live in Gravity Falls now?" Mabel was practically squealing. Melody nodded. Seatbelts were soon buckled and the car was on its way, thankfully with Melody driving. In minutes they were at the mystery shack. They piled out and Dipper made to grab his luggage, but Soos waved him off. "Don't worry about it dude. I'll get your guys stuff. You got some people to catch up with." Dipper was confused for a second before he spotted Wendy and Pacifica coming out of the giftshop. He and Mabel rushed right over. "Wendy! Hi," Dipper said. He was suddenly conscious of the fact that he was wearing her hat. That's when he noticed that she had his on too. The moment he was close enough, she knelt down and switched them back. "Hey Dipper," She smiled and stood back up. "Glad you made it." "Hey, Pacifica." Mabel hugged her, much to her, and everyone's surprise. "Uh, hi Mabel." Pacifica pulled away and found herself face to face with Dipper. She blushed. Dipper blushed. Mabel noticed. "Um...Hi Pacifica." Dipper said, rubbing the back of his neck. "What are you doing out here?" "Oh, she's working here now." Wendy explained. "We needed another person to help out once Soos opened a few campsites." "Campsites?" Dipper was curious. Wendy pointed off into the forest a little. "Over there. He thought it was a good idea to get more tourists out here, make some extra money." Mabel grinned. "He really took taking over for Grunkle Stan seriously, didn't he?" Pacifica scoffed. "You have no idea." Soos and the others walked by into the house with the twins' bags. "He hasn't taken that fez off since Stan gave it to him last summer." Mabel and Dipper both laughed. This was what Dipper had missed the most. Laughing with his friends. Not that he hadn't had friends back in California, but these guys were different. They had shared so much. Just then a flicker of flame caught his eye, coming from the direction that Wendy had said the campsites were in. He saw a strange looking RV throught the trees, and five people sitting around a small fire. Three of them looked to be younger kids, probably teenagers. They looked like they were cooking something over the fire, but Dipper couldn't tell what. He also noticed a strange logo on the RV. It was green, and looked like a fireball, with a big F in the middle. It looked familiar, but Dipper couldn't place it. "So where are Candy and Grenda?" Mabel's question pulled Dipper back. Wendy shrugged. "They're coming by tomorrow." She started toward the shack. "Let's get you guys settled in, huh?" Mabel and Pacifica were right behind her, and Dipper followed, with a glance back the strange RV.

Tucker put another marshmallow on his roasting stick. The sun had set a couple hours ago, and it was getting late. "Tucker, slow down there. Don't wanna get sick before the summer's even started," Maddie warned as she and Jack stood. They began carrying the remaining food back into the RV before going to bed. Tucker pretty much ignored her warning though. He stuck the marshmallow straight into the flames. Sam pulled a face. "She's right, you know. How many of those things have you had?" Tucker smirked. "Not enough." Sam shook her head and turned to Danny. He had been acting kind of weird since they had come back from the little giftshop. He'd hardly said a word and he kept glancing toward the shack, like he was waiting for something to happen. "Danny? You okay?" She asked. The question seemed to shock Danny out of his thoughts. He straightened. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... I felt something strange when we went in there earlier." Tucker paused before shoving the now blackened marshmallow into his mouth. "Strange?" "It was like a buzzing, like we passed through something before we went in." Tucker tried to ask another question, but his mouth was full of marshmallow. Sam rolled her eyes. "You mean like a ghost shield?" Danny shook his head. "It felt different, less," he looked for a word that described what he had felt. "less anti ghost." All three of them glanced toward the shack this time. The windows had all gone dark except the highest one, the attic. There was a long pause. Then Tucker yawned. "Well, I think it's time to hit the hay." He stretched his arms wide and stood. Sam did the same. Danny didn't move from where he sat though. "You guys go ahead. I think I'm gonna be up for a bit." Sam and Tucker shared a worried look before heading into the tent. Danny watched the shack until the last light went out, then watched a little longer. He was quiet when he eventually entered the tent, careful not to disturb the others. Maybe he had imagined the strange feeling. He was stressed, being away from Amity. Whatever it was, it could wait until the morning.

#gravity falls #danny phantom #crossover #danny fenton #dipper pines #mabel pines #phanfic

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The Entire Plot of Final Fantasy 14, with all the expansions, and some serious analysis of how good it actually is. (Part 7 - Shadowbringers)

Last time, things were getting a little bleak honestly. All the Scions (at least those more than three apples tall) are in comas with their souls having been ripped out, Gosetsu had his character ruined and has become a wandering monk to try and get his act together, and all your other friends are kinda busy being heads of state and fighting a war against an empire which, as they’re increasingly backed into a corner, are getting more into the idea of just using a devastating biological weapon to wipe out every major population center in the world, and some mystery weirdo is insisting you poke at that raid location from forever ago and come hang in another dimension instead of deal with any of that. I don’t usually do this but the intro to Shadowbringers has some really catchy music so here.

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So the whole deal with this expansion really is that we are putting everything else on hold completely and having this self-contained adventure in another dimension. No empire, no god summoning, no new questline extensions for the various jobs, no randomly having to return to the Waking Sands/Rising Stones, or talk to heads of state. You of course can duck out at any point to help loser fish set up their festival or whatever, but outside of unfinished sidequests you may have lying around, you can just go off to the First at the start of the expansion and stay there until its done, not focusing on anything besides what’s going on there.

Shadowbringers

Upon picking up a mystery whatsit and getting sucked into another dimension you get a bunch of horrible portents of doom, and eventually end up in a nice pretty forest where all the plants are violet, and a traveling merchant who resembles the one from the very start of the game who later snuck you out to Ishgard. He points out that the vaguely holy bright clear sky has been stuck like this day and night for about a hundred years or so, and hey, watch out for sin eaters, the horrible Bayonetta-angel-looking monsters plaguing the land. You don’t see this guy again, but you do kinda find his ring in a sin eater’s stomach not long later.

Heading towards the nearest signs of civilization, that big crystal tower is here too, doing this whole interdimensional bridge thing, with a pretty nice if confusingly laid out city around it. The guy in charge, who you’re here to meet, calls himself the Crystal Exarch. How obvious it is that he’s actually G’raha, that cat boy who locked himself in the crystal tower at the end of that raid to study it, depends on how long it’s been since you first played that, and how hard a time you’ve had dodging all the fan art and people saying that’s important later, but I don’t want to keep typing out “Crystal Exarch,” so he’s G’raha, even if he’s arbitrarily secretive about it for basically the whole expansion.

Anyway, he’s trying to be the big mysterious wise wizard the whole time but he’s entirely too much of a big dork to ever pull off the gravitas. He’s also kind of bad at his job. The reason everyone was getting the weird vision headaches and everyone is in a coma is he’s been trying to summon you for a good while, and he’s kinda bad at it, so he kinda accidentally ripped the souls out of a bunch of your friends trying to yank you over, and doesn’t really know how to get any of them home. Also there’s some Narnia time going on so from their perspective, the earliest characters have been stuck here for something like a decade. So uh, whoops? This also means they aren’t all just standing around. Everyone has their own stuff going on and your first task is kinda just to get the band back together.

Anyway, you’re here for two main reasons. The first is that the First is really screwed. As you may recall from that whole bit way back between Heavensward and Shadowbringers with the “Warriors of Darkness” there, this is the world where the whole balance of light and darkness got tipped way too hard towards light, which... turns out you get monster angles and a big glowing wall just glassing the whole world. Those guys hoped to stop this by killing you and maybe destroying the world, which I’m still not convinced would have worked, but Minfilia/Hydalyn’s agent in her hollowed out body went with them to try and do a thing, and as a result only MOST of the world was wiped out. See, we’ve got like, a whole forested peninsula left. And an island!

Probably not coincidentally, this also kinda maps to the initial starting map in the base game. Prosperous island to the west, desert to the south, lush forest in the northeast. Largely uninhabited area in the northwest, and in the middle a funky purple zone with a recently founded city. Of course, being this generally Light aligned world, other than the whole apocalyptic situation, it’s generally a friendlier, more light-hearted world. We still have “beast tribes” out there, but it’s because there’s a couple generally isolated groups, nobody’s at war, nobody’s summoning gods, and you have members of what were considered a “beast tribe” back in your world just fully integrated into the population here. Or equivalents anyway. Elves are actually called “Elves” here and not Elezen. Humans are “Humes,” etc. And those horrible little capitalist monsters just aren’t here at all, it’s wonderful.

Anyway, step one of getting the band back together is finding the twins, in whichever order you want. Alisae is down south, at the very edge of the world where you can see the big crystaline wall of world destruction frozen in place, helping out at a hospice for "the Afflicted.” Afflicted by what? Well, sin eaters come in a variety of shapes and sizes, and some of them are just pure white monster palette swaps with maybe a feathered texture, but if you get injured by one of the bigger tougher ones, that overabundance of white mana gets into you and you basically slowly petrifying and losing your personality before turning into a sin eater yourself, zombie style. But because the people here in the first are generally really nice and likeable, rather than going all “he’s infected, we have to kill him!” they gather all the people doomed by this to a nice little volunteer-run facility to be taken care of and given all their favorite foods even if it’s a potentially deadly adventure to get the necessary ingredients. And maybe slip some painless poison in there if it’s completely clear that this is your last day not being an apocalyptic angel zombie. Alisaie is of course helping out here because like I said before, the whole bit watching the kobold kid get super traumatized by the tragic death of his parents and ending up catatonic is her defining character moment. The hospice itself though run by this woman named Tesleen who has her own more personal tragic backstory where her parents got turned like this and she wished they could help them. She also gets a nice little heroic moment while you’re getting brought up to speed on this when this nearly-fully-turned kid just kinda wanders off into the desert.

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... OK I guess that preview image kinda spoils how that plays out. It’s a REALLY good scene though. We get to spend just enough time with this character for her to be really sympathetic, she’s doing good work, and we get this genuinely jarring body horror death for her. There’s a lot of this at the start of this expansion if you pick away at all the small sidequests too. People portrayed as good cool people heading out into the world to do their best and getting senselessly killed because this world is pretty damn imperiled. Makes things hit better once you get a sense of things and start heroically cancelling the apocalypse. Anyway Alisaie is pretty shattered by this but, you’re here, so she’ll join up. Oh and to reach each of the twins, you need to catch a ride on the local equivalent of a chocobo. A four-winged dewy-eyed bird-dragon thing called an amaro. They’re just adorable.

Alphinaud is busy trying to get his way into Eulmore, the only other city in the world, which by all accounts is just this decadent paradise where nobody wants for anything, surrounded by a shantytown full of desperate people wanting to be let inside. Now and then these two creepy jester girls come out looking for people with unique impressive skills to grant citizenship to, and to distribute this apparently delicious mystery food called meol by the basketload. And just in case it wasn’t obvious enough that this is a bad bad scene, we have the Calcabrina theme playing over this. Alphinaud’s plan is to trade oranges to some local fish people for pearls, but some cat boy horns in on things. You catch him, but honestly he’s really pathetic and desperate to get into this city so he doesn’t starve and can catch up with friends, so, yeah sure, have the plan. Instead you go with a backup strategy after finding some painter who the ruler of Eulmore, Lord Vauthry, had thrown off a balcony to his almost death after the patrons who sponsored him weren’t fans of his art. That means there’s an opening, and of course a poncy little dork like Alphinaud paints as a hobby, so that’s your in. Specifically, Alphinaud being hired by this stodgy cat boy to paint his wife, one of those Fat Cats in Eulmore!

The big twist here is that when Alphinaud fails to read the between the lines and slim her down, she actually really likes it, and is actually a really nice caring person, because again, this is the expansion where we just have likeable characters all over the place. We end up going more for the ultra-wealthy just being so care-free and hedonistic the idea that the working class is being crushed underfoot generally doesn’t occur to them, like in the movie Parasite, more than the sort of active class war we had in Ishgard. Anyway you’re really here to snoop around, and aside from the super extreme gulf beween the idle rich and the underclass, and the fact that Eulmore totally has a full on strip club in it, the guy in charge, Lord Vauthry, periodically takes a member of the underclass to his chambers and... look Alphinaud still doesn’t pick up on this being a Soylent Green thing but it couldn’t be more obvious.

Well I guess Alphinaud gets to see firsthand that part of the process here is that criminals get fed to the sin eaters he keeps in his throne room. Just this big ol’ lion and a hot girl constantly petting him. The claim is keeping them well fed on criminals keeps them passive. Everybody wins! Vauthry himself also really has a heck of a design. Anyway you cause a big scene and have to duck out.

Heading back home to our other city, the Crystarium, turns out a small local town nearby is getting attacked by a huge force of sin eaters, headed up by one of the biggest most powerful ones, called Lightwardens. There’s this whole bit with them naturally falling into this hierarchy like they can’t not do what bigger sin eaters want. The following dungeon (running across the overworld in a big dramatic scene totally counts as a dungeon) is the first time we really formally introduce this new thing called the Trust System, where if so inclined, rather than wait in the party queue for 3 other humans, you can put a party together out of yourself and whichever NPC friends you have handy. In this case, the twins, G’raha, and his righthand gal, this bunnygirl dancer who leads the Crystarium’s military forces such as they are. Anyway, you run up towards the town to rescue people, constantly seeing bigger sin eaters sweeping in in front of you, stabbing fleeing villagers, bears, giant scorpions, whatever’s handy, causing them to immediately turn into more of those feather eggs and hatch into new enemies. And just to really twist the knife, rather unceremonially tossed in before the real boss we have this horse-faced angel thing quietly labeled “Tesleen the Forgiven” as a speed bump fight. Pretty sure Alisaie has something to say there if you have her in your party, since little extra incidental character beats are the whole point of it, but... PC parties clear dungeons like twice as fast so I rarely bother.

At the end you have your first Lightwarden fight, which the locals are pretty leery about, because see, Light Wardens just have so damn much of that light flavored aether in them that when you kill one it releases a concentrated blast of it that’s going to bind itself to the nearest available creature, probably whoever did the killing, and transform them into a replacement Light Warden. Here the plan to get around this is basically... lol w/e I’m the protagonist of a video game. I haven’t really mentioned it but the protagonist here really is weirdly carefree about all manner of weird soul pacts, infusions of magical energies, blessings, whatever you’ve got. Just as a quick rundown, to date you’ve probably got Hydaelyn’s blessing, Midgardsormr’s weird pact thing, that kami blessing to breath underwater, Hraesvelgr’s eye assuming you didn’t hand it back off-camera, whatever metaphysical fallout there was from killing all these gods with the Zelda temple crystal grid, and when you first get here G’raha introduces you to a little pixie friend named Feo Ul who encourages you to form a weird soul pact so she can perform the very important service of zipping over to your world, the Source, to let NPCs know you’re OK and buy/sell stuff on the marketplace and such. So basically the theory is you’re going to be immune to light-warden-fication for the same reason Mr. Burns doesn’t die from various diseases. Or the Hydaelyn thing.

Seems legit too, because as soon as the Warden goes down, the sky in the whole region goes from being permanently stuck on serene holy radiance 24/7 to a normal day/night cycle with weather and everything. On this note I feel I should mention that every major city in this game has an NPC you can talk to to get a local weather forecast for the next few in-game days in various places. That’s still true here, but before you start killing wardens and fixing the sky they just say something like “eternal unending radiant light! Just like every single hour of every single day for the past hundred years! Why are you even asking!?” I love this, because not only did they remember to do something special, we also have to address the absurd situation that there are people whose job it is to keep track of the weather even after a century of weather not being a thing.

Next on the list for putting the band back together is grabbing Thancred and “Minfilia.” See, funny story, with the inconsistent time flow thing and all. Minfilia and the Warriors of Darkness got back here something like a hundred years ago and all went off to do something about the encroaching wave of non-existence, which ended up being a big ol’ group sacrifice like the end of a Sailor Moon season, except without everyone conveniently getting reincarnated after. Well almost anyone. Ever since there’s been this thing with little blonde girls with glowing-blue eyes being thought to be the reincarnation of Minfilia and kind of held up as heroes. Those other guys though, super dead. And history doesn’t recognize their big sacrifice either, they’re all just remembered as the Warriors of Light, who won too hard and triggered the apocalypse. And also broadly as just a big bunch of jerks. Their leader though, the one with the actual Warrior class, got stuck kicking around as a ghost. Nobody can see or interact with him though until you get here, and despite how things went before, he’s really glad to finally have someone to talk to. He’s actually a big ol’ dork named Aldbert, and admits that in retrospect that whole thing of introducing himself as the Warrior of Darkness was a pretty stupid mood because it only sounds like a cool heroic title when you’ve got this sort of light-flooded world and people have to flip all their metaphors where being the Warrior of Darkness means you’re piling up dead angels and bringing back chill night skies and cool shady patches and such. He’s also frustrated from being stuck as an impotent ghost this whole time, and won’t take a hint that maybe just like hanging out in your bedroom all day isn’t cool.

But yeah, there’s some teenage girl we’re calling Minfilia, and Thancred, as has been his general sort of deal lately, has been acting as something of her personal bodyguard because he has a lot of hangups. He even switched to a proper tank class, gunbreaker, to help out. Quick aside, gunbreaker and dancer are the two new classes for this expansion. They have very short quest chains back in the Source. Dancers have an interesting deal where they’re this secret order who do big public sexy belly dance performances to lure out these weird emotionally charged shadow monsters and kill them, while the one NPC gunbreaker you meet is this ex-Imperial cat man (which is not the same race as cat boys, these are proper big furries called Hrothgar in the source and Ronso in the first, yeah like in FF10). I might be blanking but I think he’s the only cat man NPC in the source. He has a bunny girl sidekick, they’re mercenaries, and he gives you this wonderful history lesson on how gunblades, like from FF8, big sword with magic crystals in a chamber that explode and push the blade forward harder and maybe do other things when you pull a trigger, are named after their creator, Queen Gunhildr, and as for those weapons that fire projectiles people call guns, those are just named after gunblades because they have the chambers and trigger in common.

I love ridiculous nerdy world-building like that. Anyway Thancred uses one of those now, and has to have other people make his ammo for him because he just can’t with magic stuff. Also he’s been bad at his bodyguarding duties, so “Minfilia” has been captured by the army of Eulmore. Or airforce I guess. They’re way into airships over there. There’s a real badass general called Ran’jit you have to fight a bunch of times who seems to have you outclassed kinda like Zenos but unlike Zenos he doesn’t have a weird fetish about it and barely merits mention. And yeah we’re not even a little pretending Vauthry isn’t the big bad of note here. Anyway you rescue the new girl during a prison (or “protective custody”) transfer, Thancred jumps in to save the day as is, again, his thing lately, and you all make a break for Il Mheg, both to avoid having an army chase you down, and because it’s theoretically where Urianger’s been hanging out.

So... this is as good a place as any that even by the standards of a game where all the guys are wearing chokers thigh highs and earrings, Shadowbringers is queer as all hell. Everyone in Il Mheg, which covers several distinct fairy races, universally opt for they/them pronouns, and are ruled over by someone called King Titania. Or they were before they became a Lightwarden and were locked in their castle. Anyway we’ve got pixies who love pranks, periodically turning people into topiary sculptures, and have a fun tribe quest line where the minor business includes trimming those topiaries so you can tell they’re people, checking on pixies taking naps, but then not waking them up, and flirting with them, and the main quests are all about restoring a magical dreamland with candy houses and slides and stuff, and this whole bit with this “new” pixie who shows up after killing King Titania being very goth and giving kids nightmares you need to properly befriend and just suggest they practice more.

There’s also the fuath, little squirtle looking pals who love to drown people. They also have a dungeon for you where a boss replaces most of the floor at one point with a real Tall Tall Mountain style twisty path, that really shows off the appeal of the whole Trust System thing. Oh they also try to drown you, it just doesn’t take because you got that hang-out-underwater power up last expansion.

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Then there’s the nu mou, who you may recognize from Final Fantasy Tactics Advance, and their whole deal is they’re basically dogs, responding to “words of power” like roll over, liking ear scritches, etc. and then there’s the amaro. Yeah the bird-dragons. Turns out when they live long enough they learn how to talk and tend to retire here. We also have beavers. There’s this whole sidequest chain about the dangers of going near beavers, and a whole chain of pixies kind of ignoring that, while a growing number of beavers thank you for the fetch quests those pixies sent you on. Mildly distressing. Oh and there’s also Urianger, who got a real serious makeover while living with the fairies.

Remember when I said I hated Urianger until I didn’t? Yeah, here’s where that happened. We had this weird awkward nerd, wearing a hoodie all the time, super into a woman who is obviously a lesbian, who hangs out with the fairies for a few years and starts wearing a big fancy dress, getting into tarot, and becoming a lot more emotionally expressive. I don’t want to push you into a more traditionally femme look by suggesting that stupid beard get shaved off, being nonbinary is fine but uh, congrats on the transition, Urianger? Anyway you need to collect a whole gear set from the various fairies to unlock King Titania’s palace and kill them. Once again, you just suck in all that light no problem. Tradition says you also now become the next King Titania, but that also involves becoming a pixie, which Fae Ol assumes you wouldn’t be into, so they take that duty for you. And yeah the name’s part of the title.

As you bring back the night to another region, the army of Eulmore catches up, but they don’t have an in like you did and the locals happily start turning them into shrubs, drowning them in small puddles, destroying their spacial perception. Good times. Back to the Crystarium to regroup a bit and discuss the plot before the next stop, where you meet a new fun character. Well, new to you.

Wait no, wrong image.

Meet Emet-Selch, the one and only well-written Ascian. We saw him earlier taunting the emperor, in the body of one of the many many clones of his grandfather, the founder of the empire, that he has lying around. He happily admits that he actually was the founder of the empire. And the founder of the Allagan empire. And several others people don’t care about. It’s kind of his thing. He’s a bit upset with you for taking out Light Wardens, because the whole plan here was that thanks to Vauthry’s approach to things, the elemental balance was eventually going to finish tipping over to way too much light, which would trigger one of them Calamities, and cause the whole place to be reabsorbed into the Source, which is kind of the overall plan. This is kind of a weird retcon because previously it seemed pretty clear that all these apocalypses were triggered by the actions of people in your world, bringing down one of the moons and having wars screwing up elemental balance and such. Might be that some work has to be done on both ends? Anyway I prefer world-ending events happening mainly in those worlds and giving you a reason to visit, so, I’m cool with it.

His new fallback plan, at least based on what he says here, is he’s just going to join your party. You’ve proven you’re pretty well going to do everything you set out to, so actually making friends with you and trying to convince you that the Ascians’ actual goal (which they so clearly hadn’t even started to pin down before this expansion, it contradicts so much badly written stuff) is not actually mustache-twirlingly evil and you might legitimately work out some kind of compromise. Plus he’s a fun sarcastic fop. We also get into the second reason you’re here. There’s a bit where we pretend this is a horrible portent of doom Urianger saw on the way in, because you might not trust G’raha, but is actually just stuff G’raha saw unfold personally. See thanks to that weird flow of time between dimensions thing, plus a weird feature of the crystal tower that weirds Emet-Selch out because it’s definitely not a thing the Allagans knew how to do, he’s something like 1000 years old, having studied the tower for a hell of a long time past where you last saw him and worked out how to drag the thing back a good number of years and into the First here. Turns out the whole bit of just taking the fight to the empire really is bad. They get super desperate, they use that bio weapon and several other weird mad science things, and they just kinda end up killing most of the population of the world. As things roll on, we get the occasional look into what’s going on back home, including a bit playing as Estinein as he just stomps through the Empire’s capital, alongside we-seriously-gave-freaking-Gaius-a-redemption-arc, and yeah, things get real grim. Whole cities wiped out overnight and stuff.

Anyway, we’ve gotten the whole band together except for Y’shtola now. Everyone’s kind of going through a real goth phase this time out, but she kinda flips from white mage to black, and really tries to take after Matoya as the weirdo wilderness witch, going as far as to steal her name. As was shown in the intro. Also she’s living in the overworld map with hands down the best music from anywhere.

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Anyway when you meet up with her again she immediately asks why the hell people are bringing a freaking Light Warden into her little camp. Because oh right, that whole bit we’ve never really properly acknowledges where she just sees magic auras since her teleporter mishap and yours kinda suggests that maybe your plot armor doesn’t actually let you eat commander angels all day without gaining a pound. Also she has a new cat man boyfriend apparently. This expansion moves at a pretty good clip though, and along a familiar pattern, so after a bit of exploring the woods, meeting the arborial bunny girls who live a very long time, don’t let their menfolk out generally, and protect the forest, we find a big ol’ Indiana Jones temple with some ancient history murals. A lot is stuff we’ve seen, but there’s a whole bit about how way the hell back when, when there was just the one world, there was a horrible apocalyptic disaster which the Ascians avoided by just sort of inventing and capital S summoning the first of these pesky gods, Zodiark to hold it off. Then some other Ascians thought Zodiark was maybe killing a few too many worshippers on the side, and summoned Hydaelyn to smack him around and keep him in check. So yeah, your personal patron deity is in fact just like all the others. Also she kicked Zodiark a bit too hard and splintered the whole world into 14 pieces, along with everyone living on it. Anyway, Eulmoreans show up again to mess with you, Y’shtola does a big reckless save that involves jumping off a cliff and having to do that emergency teleport again. And getting stuck, again. Emet-Selch decides to earn some brownie points by fishing her out for you. And then in an extra classy move, he fishes her clothes out too this time. But anyway you kill a third Lightwarden and we’re just totally going to ignore the dizzy spells and sounds of like stomping on a bag of broken glass coming from your soul afterwards. You’ve got main character plot immunity. This is all fine!

Quick Ardbert update- While in Il Mheg, the biggest Amaro turns out to have been the one he used to ride, and they get all choked up about missing eachother, and one of the murals in the ruins features their party saving the world briefly. Or, you know, dooming it, but their hearts were in the right place. And speaking of those other Warriors of Darkness, Ardbert is the only one who isn’t currently running around as a weird variant sin eater that still mostly looks like they did in life, and once you’ve started fixing the sky, a group of four bounty hunters roll in each asking for your help in hunting a different one down. These replace the individual job quests, each just working for a general role. Tank, healer, magic DPS, physical DPS, and each starts a quest chain where you get a whole bunch of Echo flashbacks to how Ardbert’s party first met up and how they were all such cool noble heroes making big personal sacrifices and going on cool adventures together (except the archer who I still have not forgiven for just shooting Alisaie with a poison arrow for the hell of it), and you even get a quick section each where you play as your quarry in a flashback. All of these eventually end with the bountyhunters learning to respect their quarries and learn they were cool in life, but as sin eaters they’re all pretty awful and need putting down. Of particular note is the black mage, who got a young friend stranded in hell that you somehow manage to rescue over the course of things, and the white mage, who was exiled from her homeland because she in stopping a plague back in the day, she and her patients ended up committing the ultimate taboo of taking off their helmets, because you see, she was a dwarf. As is Giott, the bounty hunter looking for her.

That’s right, dwarves! Proper FF4 dwarves, with the glowing eyes and the “Lali-ho!” They’re officially one of those beast tribes you end up doing odd jobs for (rivals from two clans who disagree on helmet and beard styles collaborate to design tanks to deal with sin eaters safely). And because again, we’re being super queer here, Giott here’s a girl. Everyone gets the beards. Presumably to jive with how she looked like one of those horrible little capitalist monsters back when this was all set up, the horrible shame of dwarves is that yeah, when they commit the horrible taboo of taking their helmets off, they tragically do look like the blight of your homeworld, but they’re a completely different group of people from another dimension and I won’t hold that against them. Nor will I demonstrate. Distressingly enough the beards come off too though. Oh and our other tribe this time around is these rat people who live in the woods. Their whole race was kinda collectively lost for a while so they’re doing archaeological digs trying to recover their history. What’s interesting is that in each chapter they find a stone monument with two possible interpretations, and you get to decide what goes in the history books. Broadly, there’s the happy interpretation where they lived in harmony with their neighbors, and the one where they were basically enslaved and persecuted. Your call really. Oh and they all habitually get everyone’s pronouns wrong. It’s seriously an intentional theme here.

Back to the swiftly moving main plot though, G’raha goes to personally talk with Vauthry, and since he keeps being called a villain and we’re already committing to this whole thing where you’re going by the Warrior of Darkness, he decides to lean into it, all yeah, I’m totally the big evil villainous wizard who’s going to reck your stuff. But he totally can’t pull this off because I cannot stress enough what a goofy dork with a big obvious crush on the protagonist G’raha is.

Two lightwardens to go as we continue just weeping around the world clockwise. Next we’re back down south where various people sacrificed themselves to stop the world getting glassed, and “Minfilia’s” arc comes to a head here. I haven’t been mentioning it because I’m trying to keep this moving, but from the moment she’ first introduced, she’s got this serious internal turmoil. See, she has the real Minfilia (or at least the real god-puppet one) inside of her, with cool magic potential and all, but aside from some quick bits of getting possessed properly to explain things, like the fact that the real Minfilia in her own words is effectively like an Ascian now, possessing innocent little girls to get stuff done, she can’t really tap into the cool Hydaelyn powers unless she allows herself to be permanently possessed, or she just kinda fully consumes that Minfilia essence leaving her fully dead and absorbing her powers as her own. She’s also very convinced that Thancred would very much prefer she give her own life up to get Minfilia back because Thancred is totally in love with her, and that’s why he’s so protective of her. It’s super clear of course that she is totally off the mark about this, and the whole party but Thancred in particular just kinda see her as their adopted daughter with her whole life ahead of her, and would very much prefer she take option B, but she’s dead set on doing the martyr thing until the last minute, with Minfilia letting her know that she’s kind of a terrible waste of a character and doesn’t need anyone horning in on her martyr schtick. So she eventually takes the choice everyone was really hoping for, loses the blonde hair blue eyes look, and let’s Thancred pick a new name for her since she doesn’t remember what it was before the “Minfilia” thing stuck. So here’s Ryne. An actually well-developed character who gets to do the whole “oracle of light” thing and the whole found family thing with your whole party, and we finally get to be free of any sort of possibility of bringing kinda the worst character back.

Anyway the next Lightwarden’s off in the corner of the map and the Eulmoreans have a blockade, so the only way to get to it is with some minecart shenanigans. Back before the world got ruined there were these cool golem things used for all sorts of industrial labor, but they’re all either non-functional or going berserk now. Things drag just a bit here, but you patch one up and it just pushes your cart full tilt through some barriers. There’s also a bit with Thancred going all heroic sacrifice to fight our big tough general guy, but he’s such a non-character and this would be a weird place to kill him off with the whole giving his daughter a proper name bit.

So down goes another Lightwarden and you’re... totally fine. Don’t mind the glowing white stuff you’re coughing up and the continued shattering sounds. Duff Gardens... hoorah! Emet-Selch makes another big sales pitch before the final push, explaining how before the world got shattered, everyone was immortal and super smart and had cool reality shaping powers, and from his perspective it’s such a horrific tragedy that aside from 3 survivors, himself included (and one of the others was Lahabrea who’s very dead now) are stuck in weird twisted bodies just dying constantly after basically no time at all, and also there was no war back then and everybody got their own pony. Y’shtola counters that trying to restore that still isn’t worth killing millions of people, but, from his perspective none of you are really people, just like weird broken ghosts. Hey, it’s a decent villain motivation! Or semi-villain. The real big twist is that while you’re expecting the twist to be that he’s encouraging you to do this clean sweep of Lightwardens so you eventually overload, become an absolutely horrific super-Lightwarden, and finish destroying the world, he actually has legitimately been rooting for you to prove him wrong about being non-people. Deep down he’s a real softie and a good guy, if you ignore him being the engineer of like, most horrible things in the history of the world, anyway.

Heading back towards Eulmore, you have to deal with the sudden snag of almost the entire population acting like murderous zombies. That thing before where meol is obviously Soylent Green? Turns out the long version is Vauthry periodically takes someone from the underclass, lets his pet sin eaters convert them, butchers the resulting sin eater, and that’s where meol comes from. So... everyone around here has been eating angel-zombie meat for several years and is turned to some fractional degree or other, and he’s therefore able to command them. Because he is, of course, not even particularly secretly, the head sin eater. Technically a human-sin-eater hybrid. It was some Ascian’s idea of course, just kinda give him an angel-infusion in the womb. As you work this out he just pigs out on all the meol he can find until he sprouts these two tiny little wings. Then he proceeds to fly out the window, to the top of the biggest mountain in sight, and rather unceremoniously just sort of lifts the whole thing into the sky with all the majesty and splendor of a Terry Gilliam animation.

Huh. You can’t just take an airship and fly out to it, because every airship in the world is kind of under enemy control, and G’raha neglected to rip Cid’s soul out so he’s just sitting this whole expansion out. So everyone’s just a bit stumped on how to proceed, hanging out with the few survivors of Eulmore, and then the surprisingly nice ultra-rich cat woman Alphinaud painted of all people kinda floats the idea that you could maybe just like, build a stupidly huge robot (or more accurately, a Talos, the golem things) and grab the whole thing? See her husband is the heir to the company that originally built them before the apocalypse destroyed all the industry, and she’s pretty confident he could reinvent the family business. He thinks about it but dismisses it because it would just take a downright unreasonable amount of resources and work. And then your party just kinda collectively throws out the suggestion that you get help from basically the entire population of the world, as after all you’ve recently made friends with them, and like, you revitalized a mining town, and Y’shtola basically has her own whole cult of magic users.

So... yeah. You just collaborate with the entire world to build an absolutely stupidly huge golem so it can grab a flying mountain and you can just run over. You don’t even have a series of fetch quests where you have to ask everyone individually, people just split up and regroup in a cutscene. The result is actually in the screenshot above. It was a real rush job so it didn’t come out super humanoid.

So you get a big assault scene. Good times.

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So up you head for your final boss fight. Also dealing with those pet sin eaters along the way. Did I mention all the extremely Bayonetta looking title cards you get for fights with major sin eaters? Like just look at this.

Side note, odds are good that one used to be Vauthry’s mother... and the lion one might be his father. Also whenever at all humanoid, all sin eaters are pretty overtly female, even when explicitly shown hatching out of men. Just more gender stuff, and also it kinda goes with Vauthry kind of personally embodying the whole seven deadly sins thing to go maximum harem. Oh yeah and when you finally fight him he too switches to a new, hotter form. Voice doesn’t change though, it’s kinda unnerving.

So one nice boss fight later, you have finally fixed the sky everywhere. But... that was officially too many Lightwardens for your stomach to take. You’re puking up white gunk and crackling and doubling over. Then suddenly G’raha of all people goes all villain speech mode, cackling about how this was his plan all along and now that you’ve gathered all the light in one place for him, he can infuse it into the tower and escape from this doomed world. Mwahaha. This is of course NOT his actual plan. Or, it kind of is. Get the light out of you so you don’t explode, zoom the whole tower off into the middle of nowhere so that when he does, nobody’s around to be hurt by his new monstrous form. Also it’s super windy so his hood blows off and if you somehow didn’t realize this was G’raha before now, here you go.

Anyway this plan is kind of terrible for a few reasons and Emet-Selch thinks so too, so he just pulls a gun and shoots G’raha. It’s not fatal or anything, and he teleports him off to get medical attention. Still, you kinda do seem to be turning into a final boss, which is pretty disappointing. That means he’s going to have to settle for plan C, wait for you to finish turning into holy death incarnate, and then you can meet with him in his secret palace to talk about destroying the world of whatever. Genuinely disappointed about the whole thing.

You pass out, Ryne does her best to patch you up some with her fancy new oracular powers but it’s a temporary thing. And also the sky’s glowing everywhere again, except now you have to deal with the fact that you’re the one causing that. Missed opportunity that the effect doesn’t follow you if you duck back out to your world. Nobody has a plan, you’re pretty much doomed. You hang out a bit with various people trying to cheer you up. Feo Ul/King Titania offers to turn you into a fairy and let you have the title. You’d still become a horrible monster, but, you know,they could lock you in that tower, come to visit. Ardbert offers a ghostly fist-bump and there’s some magic fizzle thing because... that whole thing about everyone’s soul getting splintered up with the world? Yeah this dead idiot is technically 1/14th of your original pre-splintering self.

So, plan time. Emet-Selch mentioned his party palace is at the bottom of the ocean, or at least implied it, and oh hey, there’s this suspiciously giant whale shaped island in the middle of a lake. Turns out that’s the REAL Bismarck, a weird fae whale critter the god version was inspired by, somehow.

He gives you a lift to the bottom of the ocean and blows a big bubble to displace the water while you’re there. It’s pretty creepy. Also displacing all that water really inconveniences the local fish people so you need to help them out some, but eventually you get pointed to a trench where Emet-Selch went and recreated a replica of an ancient Ascian city, complete with inhabitants, just to kinda chill out in and wait for you.

It’s very art deco, and very very Bioshock, being at the bottom of the ocean and all, and basically the whole place just exists as one final sales pitch on the whole restore the old world thing. Also Emet-Selch accidentally made the phantom version of his old boyfriend Hythlodaeus who gives you some insight about him. Eventually you confront him, he scolds you for not waiting to turn into a monster first, gives you a full recreation flashback of the apocalypse they summoned Zodark to stop, and eventually you have a fight. Ardbert kinda merges with you to give you the strength to stop doubling over and coughing white gunk all over the floor, and you end up summoning all the other fractions of your soul to have a proper boss fight. These being the uh... 7 other players you need for a boss fight party. Didn’t realize I was like 5/14 bunny boy in fishnets but apparently so. Emet-Selch also reveals that that’s a title not a name, and his real name is Hades. I... don’t get the point of this honestly. All major Ascians turn out to have true names from the Greek pantheon but like... that pantheon doesn’t exist in this setting, and they don’t especially map to it personality wise. So it’s just kinda, yeah OK. Fight time.

You win. He’s kinda whistful about it. You kinda did prove plan B worked after all and he’s kind of at peace with people like you inheriting the world, so he says “Remember us, and remember that we once lived,” and then, you know, stops doing so.

Everyone heads home. G’raha’s a bit apologetic since he kinda planned on everyone else getting sent home as part of his big self-sacrifice and doesn’t really know how to do that otherwise. Nobody’s too upset though because for real the First is just a way more pleasant place than the world everyone came from, and you’re the only one who hasn’t been living there for at least a year. No rush at all to get back.

Meanwhile, in the empire, ghost-Zenos has been possessing random soldiers and killing his way back to the capital, whereupon he insists that jerk Elidibus let him have his own body back, he did a lot of working out and leveling up in it after all, and then he just stabs the Emperor through the chest, because screw family, screw the empire, the whole mass genocide thing really doesn’t work with the plan to terrorize people enough for you to show up for a rematch/second date. Estinein and Gaius show up in time to witness this.

And then we get one last shot of Elidibus, the last un-shattered Ascian left, saying some dumb Ascian stuff I don’t care about because I’m not kidding about Emet-Selch being the only well-written one ever. He’s arbitrarily standing on the surface of the moon while he rants though, to tease the next expansion.

And... that’s Shadowbringers. The really good expansion. I don’t know that I’d call the writing amazing or anything like a lot of people do. The Tesleen bit is REALLY well-done, and Emet-Selch is astoundingly well-written next to the other Ascians but that bar is literally on the floor. Really the main strengths are that the pacing is much much much better than everything that comes before it, and the whole thing is just this nice self-contained proper JRPG story. You explore the whole world, you befriend basically everyone, and you save universally nice cool people from very plainly evil people. Plus there’s a big robot of sorts you get to ride on. That’s really all I want out of the genre. Good simple uplifting stories. Not the black and grey morality stuff bogging down the base game or the weird convoluted stuff you see a lot of in the genre as a whole. Plus as an added bonus it really feels like we’re paying off what character establishment any of the main cast has eeked out so far with some growth on top.

And once again, money to continue living and writing stuff like this would really help me out.

Next up is the post-Shadowbringers stuff, which is obviously concerned with getting everyone’s souls back in their bodies, and otherwise a mix of really really stupid stuff and really really gay stuff.

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