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#any longer!!!!!!!!!! notice me!!!!!!' that i didn't even register as him at first
prettyboykatsuki · 4 months
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prompt: gale trying really hard not to look as you unashamedly undress in the open in order to strap into some totally cool and immediately necessary armor (there's no time to go back to camp or find a suitably sized tree you need to switch clothes immediately it's a matter of life or death)
✮ tags ; pre-relationship, reader is a fighter and ex-soldier, reader has a tattoo of a snake, gn!reader, gale is Unwell, 18+
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There's no time.
Gale knows there's no time. You'd already had the whole strategy planned out. There's a five minute time frame before the guards outside the tower will turn far enough to see Astarion - who you've sent in ahead of you both.
He'll shoot off the first arrow, Shadowheart who went with him will cast a spell. After that, it's up to you and Gale to rush in. Gale will cast haste, let you hit a few times in a row. The only problem is, your ambush is unplanned. The timeline of your mission had bumped up an egregious degree.
And due to unforseen circumstances, there wasn't enough time to return to camp to change. You had five minutes to change and no where to do it, and you're about to be in the heat of battle.
Gale is well-aware that his reaction to your need to change is a little bit inappropriate. You hadn't even announced it as Astarion and Shadowheart left the premises. Gale only turned to look at you, to say something about the battle to come.
By that time, though - you're already stark naked. You undress fast, tossing your camp clothes somewhere onto the floor beneath you. Gale feels his eyes widen, freezing before realizing he absolutely should not be looking.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't realize," He turns to face away from you, his voice so honestly betraying him.
"It's fine," You reply back, your voice is smooth and calm and so collected Gale wonders if you really don't care. But he remembers that you used to be a soldier, before all of this. You probably did this a lot. "I hope you're not too uncomfortable though."
Well, he is - but probably not in the way you're assume. You're too busy getting yourself geared up to notice the way he turns back to look. His curiosity gets the better of him.
His eyes widen when he gets the real, proper glance. He's trying his best not to stare, but with you just in your underwear - he gets the clearest shot of your back. Your camp clothes cover the large tattoo on your spine. Your only visible one is the one on your throat, the sword from your army days.
This one is more menacing, a snake coiled almost up to your neck. He almost gaps before realize he shouldn't be looking in the first place, shouldn't be contemplating the sheer strength in your muscles as you hoist a pair of greaves over your legs and put on your boots and other armor.
He watches in mild awe, at the shape of your silhouette. The curve of your waist, the structure of your arms and hips and body. You are impossibly attractive. The image imprints on his mind. He can't control it, but he forces himself to turn away when he realizes how long he'd been looking.
Any longer and he would've had a different problem to take care of and now is really not the time for that.
You manage to get ready with time to spare, the last of your armor clanking into place. You stretch your arms out wide, doing a quick check on your movement before coming up behind Gale and patting his back in a friendly way.
"Alright. Let's march on," You say cleanly. Gale gives you a tight lipped smile as you both begin to jog towards the battlefield. The way there is mostly quiet.
"Gale," You prompt, not turning to look at him.
"Yes?"
"Next time you want to have a look at me, just ask." You say, with the same steadiness in your voice as always. Gale nearly trips when it registers what you've said. "You've got handsome enough mug for me to bed you if you wish."
He clears his throat, hoping his voice doesn't break when he replies. Gods, what's happening?
"Oh, uhm. Right. Yes, I'll keep that in mind."
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schemmentis · 9 days
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Swing
Prompt: What if reader has a bit of anger issues and Melissa tries and help/calm her.
Warnings: Minor descriptions of violence, anger issues
Word Count: 2.3k
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“Sure, Hon.” Melissa answers the man next to her asking if she'd like another drink. Who is she to deny a man willing to pay for it? Even if he is pretty clearly just trying to buy his way into her pants. Until she has to completely shut him down, she'll take the free margaritas.
At least, she is happy to do so until this round. She barely has the cold glass in hand before he's leaning too far into her space. Gently but with no mistaking her force, she presses on his shoulder until his ass hits his own stool. “Not so fast, sweets.” Her tone is warning though she tries to keep some bit of flirtation to it. Hopefully just enough to keep him on the leash so she doesn't have to deal with an angry, drunk man instead.
This is how you met Melissa Schemmenti. She'd been sitting at the bar next to some guy when you found your own seat at the counter, a few stools down. You hadn't paid them much mind. Other than the side eye as you had passed.
You were only human and the redhead's legs were definitely on display in her outfit. You noticed. But you tried to do so respectfully. A glance from the corner of your eye as you passed by and nothing else.
You had glanced their way down the bar top a few times. When the man had drunkenly gotten loud. Though he only ever seemed to be ordering another round, and after a few he was only ordering for the woman. You guessed because he knew he was close to being cut off by the bartender himself. Once or twice it had been because the woman had laughed. A little too forced, a little too loudly. Still, her voice from what little you'd heard was pretty.
Otherwise, you'd kept your attention to your own drink and one of the TVs hung up behind the bar. You weren't here to be social. You were just here for a drink or two, some time to yourself to unwind before going home.
It was difficult though, at this point in the night, to keep your attention to your own bubble. The man had stood, in the corner of your eye, to get the bartender's attention for the latest margarita for the redhead. Then you'd seen, from that same corner of vision, one of the women's hands come up to push at his shoulder. It was then you'd twisted on your stool to properly look down the counter.
The man's volume had risen significantly. It was impossible for you to miss the language and names he was throwing around. Obviously for not getting his way. It wasn't until his hands had gripped at the woman’s hips, attempting to tug her off the stool she sat on, that you couldn't just sit aside any longer.
You'd gotten to your feet, taking the few steps down the counter until you were stood just behind the red headed woman. “I didn't hear her ask or agree for your hands on her.” You'd said, glaring at the drunk man.
The woman's mouth had opened once she'd looked over her shoulder at you, about to speak. Before she could the man had gotten to his own unsteady feet and stood square with you. “And I don't remember askin’ for your input, bitch.” He’d slurred. “So go on back to whatever Bachelorette party you're here with and leave me and my lady alone.”
“Your lady?” The woman had echoed, incredulous.
Neither you nor the man had registered her speak, your attention too focused on the other. “I think it's probably better if you went home. I don't think she's going to want another drink from you now that you've groped her and all.”
You hadn't done or said much, but it was enough. The man had swung on you first, and you were at least twice as sober as he was. It was easy enough to dodge and return with your own.
After that, the bar staff swiftly intervened. Thankfully, the bartender had seen it happen and knew you didn't start it so you weren't kicked from the bar. Though you wouldn't have been too upset if you had been.
“You alright?” You'd asked with a glance back to the redhead, still sat on her stool. Almost as if it hadn't happened at all.
“I'm fine.” A hand had waved whatever worry you had away as she calmly sipped what was left of her margarita. “Ain't nothin’ I haven't dealt with before.” She glanced back to you, a bit of a smirk on her features. “Look at you, though, a regular knight in shining armor, huh?”
“I wouldn't say that. I just couldn't sit there and watch it happen, though.”
“Ah, you'd have just seen me break out moves from my old self defense classes, Hon. Thanks for the assist, though.”
“You want another?” You'd ask with a gesture at her almost empty glass.
Now, she fully smirked your way. “You gonna try your hand at it now?” She teased you.
You shook your head. “Not like that. I'm having one more after all that and then I'm heading home. Figured I could get you one more to make up for the trouble.”
“Trouble you didn't cause.” She'd said, though she waved you to the stool next to her before she looked for the bartender. “One more, Jimmy! Put another of whatever she's having on mine too, would ya?” She called with a thumb in your direction.
“I said I would get yours.” You murmured with a small smile as you leaned elbows against the counter.
“Yeah, well, I decided I was gettin’ us both. Tough shit.”
You laughed. You nursed your last drink much slower than you usually would, drawing out your conversation with Melissa as you'd learned her name and introduced yourself. You'd shared and learned a lot about each other over that last drink with a swap of phone numbers ending your night.
From then, you and Melissa had texted throughout the next week, occasionally sharing a phone call to catch up on your days a little easier. You went to dinner the next weekend. You spent even more time together as time went on after that.
Melissa had thought her temper was bad. She knew she could snap when she was in a bad mood. Even worse than just snapping if she was really pissed or hurt. It was something that had taken a lot of time and work for her to reign in. Though it still could get the best of her when emotions ran high.
She thought her temper was bad. Yours could be much worse. You never started conflicts but you definitely never hesitated to participate in them when they happened around you though. She'd joked when you first met about the white knight in shining armor bit but sometimes you really did live up to the trope. If you saw something, you just could not pretend you hadn't. Even for your own benefit.
The closer the two of you got, the more she saw of it. The more, too, she got to be on the other end of it. You never meant it, and you certainly were never supremely rude or hurtful to her. You were rude enough though that it hit her wrong every time. Even if she didn't think you meant it, every time it happened it piled on. Every time you had snapped at her, or sarcastically commented on something. It all added up.
“Would you let it go!?” Melissa huffed, in a sudden outburst one night.
The two of you returned to the bar you'd met in. Not for the first time since. Tonight though, you'd sworn you saw some guy making unwanted moves on someone else in the bar. Not unlike the night you and Melissa met.
Except tonight, Melissa had looked at the table you pointed out and seen nothing but a young couple on what looked like a first date. Sure, the guy you kept harping on about was a little loud but the one he was with wasn't adverse or being harassed or anything close to what you perceived. He just looked shy. Though very much like he enjoyed the other man's attention.
Plus, she'd known you'd had a rough week. Yet you refused to talk about it. Instead, letting everything fester. Until now. You were looking for an excuse to let loose. She could tell from a mile away.
“But Mel he's—”
“But nothin’! You're just lookin’ for a fight!”
“What? I am not, you're being ridiculous.”
“If I'm being ridiculous then you're being delusional, Hon.” She deadpanned.
You scoffed. “I am not. What, you just think I'm gonna tell the guy to back off and then give the other one my number like I did you?”
Melissa blinks across the table at you. “You think this me bein’ jealous?”
“Yeah. I do. ‘Cause there's no other explanation for—”
“The other explanation is exactly what I just said and that you're picking a fight. I didn't let you with some stranger so now it's gonna be with me.”
“I'm not picking a fight!”
“If you're not picking a fight then you need to check your attitude.”
“My attitude?”
“Yeah, Hon, your attitude. You're acting rude as hell. To strangers. To me. To everybody.”
You took a deep breath, staring back at Melissa across the table. She'd never said anything like this to you before. You'd never thought you were being rude. To anybody but certainly not Melissa. You know though, she isn't one to just say something. Melissa says nothing just for the sake of saying it. So, she must be hurt to be calling you on it.
Slowly, you deflate in your seat. The longer you look at her face, the longer you go over moments you thought Melissa was just not in a great mood with how she responded to you. The more you replay so many moments through your mind, the more you realize she's right.
“Shit,” You breathe out, running a hand through your hair. “I'm sorry. I didn't even realize—” You stop yourself, shaking your head. Not realizing isn't an excuse. Nothing is. You really didn't, though. “I never wanted to treat you like that. I'm sorry.”
Mel softens across from you. A hand reaching across the table to grasp one of your own. Her thumb runs over your knuckles soothingly. “Thank you. For apologizin’.” She says. “I believe you didn't realize or want to…so I forgive ya. But we definitely need to work on it, don't ya think?”
You nod, your hand turning to grab Melissa's back and squeeze lightly. “Yeah, I don't want to be making you feel that way. And it's kind of tiring always ending up in some sort of fight or argument.”
Melissa laughs. “It is, ain't it? Don't worry. I'll help however I can, Hon. We'll figure it out.”
It isn't easy. You learn that pretty quickly. You and Melissa still butt heads from time to time except now she calls you on what you're doing much more frequently. In the beginning, it's almost more exhausting how often it happens. It feels like almost every other time you try to speak she's correcting you. Which is frustrating in its own right.
Sometimes you slip, doubling down on what you said before. Sometimes you and Melissa have a complete fight about it. After you both calm down, the two of you always end up standing on opposite sides of the room, sheepishly working your way back together.
It takes a lot of work, and time. You aren't perfect but you get better at catching yourself. At thinking just a little more before you say things.
Despite the rough patches, it brings you and Melissa closer than before. It deepens your relationship in a way you hadn't expected. Her unwavering support even in the worst of times makes you love her even more.
Eventually, she introduces you to some of her friends from work. Not all at once. You meet Barbara first one night after work. You basically have a double date with her and Gerald. You like them both. Seeing her with Barbara, like partners in crime even just sharing an appetizer, makes you smile. Gerald makes you his, though it really turns into you both admiring and gushing over your partners.
Janine you only met because Melissa had forgotten something at home that you'd brought to the school for her. That night, Melissa tells you she'd been keeping you as far away from Janine as possible. She'd been worried Janine would be “too much sunshine” for you. Months ago, she probably would have been but you'd found yourself charmed at her warmth.
Jacob you met when out to dinner one night. Surprised by the younger man recognizing Melissa and striking up conversation. For her part, Melissa looks annoyed on the surface but you notice the twinkle of amusement in her eyes when she introduces you and Jacob seems surprised when she says the word ‘girlfriend’.
It's after that meeting with Jacob that Melissa reluctantly agrees to a game night. Only once you've said you'd be happy to meet everyone and think it would be fun. Apparently they're all anxious to meet you now that Jacob has let the cat out of the bag so to speak.
You promise Melissa you'll be on your best behavior. She laughs and says it isn't you she's worried about. It's that sentence that tells you how far you've come. If you're a little more affectionate over the course of game night, Melissa certainly doesn't complain. She only matches you step for step, like she has from the beginning.
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aris-ink · 9 months
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can you do a drabble for yandere!jungkook x female reader where the reader has rape fantasy and asks jungkook to act the fantasy one day? (they're in an established relationship) and a touch of breeding kink✨ will be great. btw if you aren't comfortable writing the first kink then you can completely ignore this.♡
this is literally just cnc, a theme I've dealt with before and something that does require consent in the first place. so, yes ofc baby, thank you for asking though, ily <3 also, this... is a bit longer than a regular drabble
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: romance
warnings: con noncon, dom/sub dynamics, mentions of safe words, role play, hints of fear kink (threats, allusions to kidnapping), some knife play, manhandling, degradation, impact play (face slapping), hair pulling, implied sadism & masochism, choking, outdoor sex, rough sex (including oral), breeding kink, creampie, love love love, aftercare <3
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It was a fact well known, truth be told; angels shouldn't wander around on their own in the dark, where twisted things tended to lurk. Yet somehow, here you were.
"Hi."
The greeting was murmured right into your ear, and you knew you were screwed.
It was past midnight and your shift ended over an hour ago. Too cold and tired to keep waiting for Jungkook, you gave up and started making your way home on foot. He'd lose it if he found out. He'd never let you go anywhere alone at this hour; but for the first time, he didn't pick you up right after work or answer any of your calls. And now, you were stuck in a dimly lit lot, devastatingly silent and empty save for the few cars parked there, with a muscular arm snaked around your waist and the sharp edge of a knife grazing your throat.
You could barely swallow, frozen in spot as the man's nose brushed your cheek, his chest firm against your back.
"Out for a walk?"
Caught off guard by the cold steel against your quickening pulse, you didn't really register the question. There was a possibility he could cut you up if you moved just an inch, and it was almost like he was teasing you with the threat. He gave your waist a squeeze, then nudged the back of your knee to coax you to move forward.
"Don't feel like talking, huh?" He sounded amused, though his voice was low, prompting a shiver as his words vibrated through your ear - and then through your core. "That's okay, I wasn't interested in talking either. I'm sure we can find some other good uses for that cute little mouth."
Left with no choice, you let him lead the way. It was naive of you to think that things couldn't get any worse. As you forced your legs to keep going, you were hit with a realization that made all the blood drain from your face. He wasn't steering you towards some dirty alley; or even towards the door of his car. He was steering you towards the trunk.
Your skin seemed to be crawling with static when you stopped before it, initial shock fading and alarms blaring through all your systems. He clicked it open with ease, inching the knife away from your throat. As if he needed it in the first place. You were all alone out here, and he was so much stronger than you. That much was obvious.
Your nails dug into his arm with unexpected harshness. You threw your head back in an attempt to slam it into his. He managed to dodge the blow, though - quite effortlessly, too - and your attack ended just as quickly as it began. It only earned you a surprised grunt, and a punishing yank at your hair that made your mouth fall open with a cry.
"Don't fucking test me," he hissed. His arm tightened around you roughly. "You'll be the prettiest good girl for me-" he whispered against your ear, "or you'll be the prettiest missing girl in the news. Your choice, baby. Yeah?"
The ground felt like it dropped from under your feet, liquid fire pooling in your tummy, making it sway along with the scenery around you. It was impossible not to notice how hard he was already, like he's been waiting for an occasion to pounce on you for much too long. His heavy pants warmed your nape, proving the gentler demeanor from earlier to be an act that was quickly unraveling the more you resisted him.
He pushed you inside, and your hands started to tremble, knees feeling weak. You didn't even get to turn your head back to glance at him in time before he shut the boot, plunging the cramped up space into darkness.
There was a few bumps in the road; you felt each one, exploring the smooth leather all around you. Mostly to familiarize yourself with your surroundings; but also to try grounding yourself and soothing your racing heart. The ride didn't seem long. It was hard to judge, though, when you were so pumped up on adrenaline and the air around you felt way too hot.
After all this, you had been right to expect to arrive somewhere deserted and unknown. As the trunk began to lift up, you were greeted with the bite of cold, night air and a masculine silhouette set against the moonlit sky.
He wasn't even bothered waiting until the damn car opened fully, giving you zero chance to take him by surprise again. He buried a tattooed hand in your hair, slapping the other over your mouth, both pushing you down with powerful force. In a knee jerk reaction, your own hands flew upwards to push him away, smacking against whatever they could reach; his arms, his shoulders, his chest. However, the strikes just seemed to bounce off of the thick muscles, doing little damage. It was pathetic how easy it was for him to overpower you, climb onto your chest, even with how you trashed under him. His fingers trapped your wrists, his crotch too close to your face, eclipsing the view of the woods behind him.
And yet despite all that, it was no easy task to unzip his jeans. Both of his hands were unsteady, partly from the arousal twisting through him, partly from your stubborn attempts at ripping your own hands out of his grasp.
Clenching his jaw, your assailant momentarily gave up on his pesky zipper. A loud crack pulsed through your entire skull, leaving your cheek sore and stars dancing around your eyes. He slapped you so hard the impact whipped your head to the side, then did it again. It was just enough to make him groan; just enough to give him the split second he needed to free his hard, aching cock and push his hips forward.
"Open," he snapped shakily, gritting his teeth when you started shaking your head, refusing him access to your mouth.
Taking advantage of his size, he shifted abruptly, imprisoning your arms beneath the weight of his muscular thighs.
And just like that it was game over.
One hand wrapped around his cock so he could aim better, one wrapped around your precious, little neck. He could feel a pulse beating from both sides, precum weeping from his flushed tip, dripping down your collarbones, your eyes dilating from the sudden lack of air.
It was the first time your gazes locked since he grabbed you in the parking lot. You looked so beautiful under him. Unable to help it, his hips kept thrusting forward in desperate need of friction, the wet head of his cock rubbing into your lips. A series of shallow, shaky breaths followed the motions, and he paid no mind to the mess he was making of you. In fact, the image only spurred him on. So did how impossible it was for you to get away from his raging hard on, no matter where your head turned.
At last, you gasped for air; and the moment you did, he groaned so loudly. Your throat was released and instead stuffed with his cock, fat and throbbing and way too long. It made your muscles constrict, instantly prompting you to choke. To him, though, it was the perfect fit, and he could have sobbed from the relief. The hooting and rustling of small, nocturnal creatures stirring in the bushes and the twisted branches of trees was utterly drowned out, replaced by the obscene, sloppy sounds of him rutting into your face, and the guttural moans fleeing him.
"Agh, fuck-" mindlessly, his fingers searched your skin, the rough pads pressing into your cheeks, squeezing, before burying in your hair again to tug at it.
He barely allowed you to catch a breath. Your lungs burned, thighs clenching and cheeks stained from tears. It was not mercy, but the tightening in his gut that made him stop abruptly, pulling out of your abused mouth. He left your throat and cunt aching and your head spinning, goosebumps breaking all over your arms.
"Fuck," he trembled as you coughed, leaning an arm above you. His cock twitched in front of your face, and even though you were the one being deprived of air until now, his chest heaved just as hard as yours. "I almost came."
He puffed out a laugh, looking down at you. His eyes were so dark, flashing with a dangerous desire that your cute, panic stricken expression had sadistically prompted to be voiced.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he cooed, squishing your cheeks. "I won't leave you empty."
The words turned your knees to cotton. You whimpered, shaking your head from side to side more vigorously, but he was already climbing off you and grabbing you by the arms to flip you onto your stomach. Heels on the ground and your upper half still stuck in the trunk of his car, you felt like a ragdoll, weak and quivering under his control.
You gasped when his hand sneaked in between your legs, two long digits stroking you through your underwear. He gasped too.
"What a good, little bitch. Fucking soaked. I'm going to ruin you forever, baby."
Your tummy twisted up so hotly you whined, terrified you were going to come. And he barely touched you. The mortification of it was enough for you to try squirming away, but it was futile. He didn't care about your inner dilemmas or how many times you'd come. All he cared about was getting his cock into your sopping cunt.
And that was what he did. Pulling the ruined cotton halfway down your thighs and plunging inside you, stretching out your warm, tight hole. Pounding into you so suddenly you shrieked, a reaction that thrilled him to no end. And unlike you he was not ashamed to show it, moaning into your ear. It felt like he's branded you from the inside, and you couldn't do anything about how much you clenched around him, the pleasure searing and so different from anything you've ever experienced before.
"So close," he breathed, "fuck, you gonna take it? Gonna take my cum like a good girl?"
You whined, still shaking your head, even though you were tightening more at his words, massaging him like a little toy, made just for him. He fucked you harder, as though he was determined to prove to you that you were going to do exactly as he said - and cream his cock while you were at it.
"Yeah, you are. You'll take everything I'll g-give you, fuck. Gonna take my cum every night until this pretty, little cunt is nice and bred. A-all mine, yeah."
You shivered, muscles tensing and mind numbed out, wiped clean of anything but the impending orgasm making you sweat and tingle all over.
"Oh, baby likes that?" The strained question came out as another moan. "Yeah, you do? You gonna be my little cumdump? Oh god - fuck! -"
You weren't sure if you heard more praises or insults, or both as he came, or if the ones from earlier were still simply floating around in your mind; turning it into a haunted house, a ruin, where the ghost of his presence would forever remain. Just like he promised.
Your vision swam and your cunt began to spasm around his cock, sucking him in greedily. He helped you ride out your high with hard, deep thrusts that made you cry. It felt so good, and even better when he started twitching inside you, pump after pump of hot seed filling you up.
Despite the uncomfortable position, he stayed inside you for a while, waiting for the tremors of your orgasms to pass. Mentally needing to feel you close just as much as you needed him while they did.
You squeezed his hand after a moment. He reacted immediately, giving it a tender squeeze back and lifting himself off you.
The ride back home was comfortably quiet. Despite having checked up on you already, he got you into bed and washed you with a warm cloth, taking the opportunity to examine your skin for any marks or cuts. You seemed fine, your eyes fluttering closed at the gentle touches appreciatively, a soft hum escaping your lips.
"Baby," he murmured, his free hand moving to cup your face. "Stay with me. I'm almost done."
You tried to open your eyes, finding Jungkook already looking at you. He kissed your forehead, then put the cloth away, somewhat vulnerable and careful in his approach towards you.
"Was it too much?" He asked quietly, almost like he felt guilty.
Frowning slightly, you reached out to touch his cheek.
"I know my safe word, Jungkook." That didn't seem very reassuring, so you quickly added, "And the taps, too."
He trusted you; of course he trusted you. He had no doubt you would have let him know had you wanted him to stop at any point, but he couldn't help himself.
Since meeting you, Jungkook had learned a lot about himself. He started into the shadows and dug through his insides, trying to find answers to questions that made him lose sleep. But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find any. Among the blood and the guts and the bones, he couldn't figure out why. Why did his love have to be all consuming, with teeth and claws that longed to tear into you just so he could feel your heart in his hands? Just to feel that he owned it; like some kind of wild, vicious beast. He always tried so hard not to let the intrusive thoughts win, to control his impulses when he touched you. Scared to death, he'd often slow down, the cold flood of questions in his head putting out the heat in his body. Did he go too rough? Did he take too much? Why did he always need so much?
It wasn't until you gathered up the courage to speak up one quiet night that everything clicked into place, and Jungkook found the disturbing noise in his soul settling down into serene warmth. Maybe he was some twisted, sad thing that didn't quite belong anywhere but in the shadows. But shadows couldn't exist without light, and you were his. A beautiful, lonely angel.
How discriminatory of heaven. There was just no place for you among the righteous if your halo happened to be broken. It didn't matter if you weren't the one that damaged it; god never did take responsibility for the cruelty of his creations.
But as long as Jungkook's own heart was beating, you never had to worry about anything - or anyone - ever again. All beasts protected what they owned.
He leaned his forehead on yours, searching your eyes for a moment.
"Do you think I'm-"
"No," you whispered, already knowing what he was going to ask. "Do you think I am?"
That was different, Jungkook thought, offended by the mere suggestion. No matter what the world thought of you, to Jungkook you were the only good he's ever known.
"No," he answered immediately. "You're perfect."
Not messed up. Perfect.
With his pyjamas on and teeth brushed, he slipped into the bed, arms locking around your waist. He was tired of overthinking. In the end, nothing outside of this room really mattered, as long as what you had worked for you both. And as far as Jungkook was concerned, looking down at your peaceful face right next to his; it worked.
Your leg slipped in between his thighs, head snuggling into his chest, even in your sleep.
Yeah. It worked.
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kichiyosh1 · 9 months
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Deceitful Youth: "III - Eyes on you, always"
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The ringing of the bell echoed throughout the school's hallways, alongside it are the sounds of shoes swiftly coming into contact with the marbled floors. Quickly turning corners and going up stairs, you finally made it to your destination. Panting heavily, the both of you took a moment to let air into your lungs. You didn't even notice you were still holding hands with the new girl when you knocked on the door with your other hand.
After giving the two of you a questioning look through the small screen glass on the door, the teacher let you in shortly. Her expression quickly changed after registering the presence of the person you brought with you. "I see you took it upon yourself to bring in the new student. You really are such a hard worker, y/n." You were quick to dismiss what she said, a little embarrassed by the compliment and a little guilty since you only happened to bring the new girl here by coincidence after bumping into her.
"Really mrs. ningguang, I don't deserve to be called such after arriving late like this, it's unbefitting of me."
"Alright, alright. Best you take your seat now so we can begin the lesson. Oh, but have your friend here introduce herself first to the class, please." You nod your head. Turning to your friend, you felt how her hand slightly clenched yours, an unreadable expression on her face.
Introductions were unnecessary, It's not like he came here to make friends with a bunch of nobodies anyways, but the caress of your touch, both of your hands now clasping his. It surprised him, and the determined look on your face said he had nothing to worry about.
"No worries! if you end up getting scared then just focus your attention on me, it'll be easier and less overwhelming." You gave her a smile before completely letting go of her hand and heading to your seat. Good thing you did because if he was in your presence any longer he'd have surely fainted on the spot. Red quickly brought color to his face, as he could only sheepishly smile.
This was the [y/n] that had helped him in the past. The same girl that insisted on staying by his side even when others had disregarded him. The thought of you alone was more than enough to sooth him. You took away his pain, gave him a new meaning to what he wanted to be with you
But you also caused it when you decided to transfer here.
'focus my attention on you, huh?' He was already standing in front of the class 'I'll make you crave it', the room's gone silent. A few of them still whispering among themselves, but she didn't pay them any mind since her sights were already set on you.
"The name's Scara—" (Using his real name was far too risky. In the past you were one of the only few that he allowed to call him by his real name, Kunikuzushi. He'd prefer if people called him by the new name he made up for himself, but you didn't know that.)
He said a few more things, throwing in some random hobbies and ambitions all while maintaining that sweet voice, but what he said last had you holding in a laugh.
"Oh, and I'm not into guys."
The bell rang to indicate it was finally time for recess. You could hardly keep your hand steady to fit your coin into the vending machine, still thinking about how scara ended her introduction. "What was that about? Not gonna lie but it kind of caught me off guard." A soft laugh escaped your lips, the coin finally slotted in and your favourite snack fell out.
"I don't see what's so funny." He was able to calm down his previous elation from meeting you. Finding it natural to hold a conversation with you now.
"I guess that's just something I wouldn't expect coming from a pretty girl like you, you know?" You said it so calmly while opening your bag of food, you weren't able to notice how red Scara got again. Were compliments this easy to give and receive between girls? He could hardly keep his composer, but inside he's feasting on any positive comment you send his way.
"I dislike people in general, but guys are just the worst." he said it in such a sickening tone but his face stayed neutral, giving you a glance before the clink of the vending machine sounded. He was trying to see based on your reaction how comfortable you were with the topic. Did you perhaps have a change of mind? Was it still necessary for him to keep up this facade? Did you still look at guys with that same amount of discomfort and disgust your mother had?
You pondered for a moment, before a single chuckle left your lips.
"Yeah, guys are just the worst."
You started munching on your food, brows furrowed as you made your way back to the classroom. "Dthey jusht can't vbe chtrusted!" your words were barely audible as you continued to angrily speak your mind. Not that He minded, Scara seemed more focused on the sound of your voice. He hasn't heard it properly in so long (even now when you're talking with your mouth full, but that's besides the point), and even back then, the sound of your classmates and the background noise of your previous school grating his ears. You were actually talking to him, the nostalgic feeling bringing a contented smile to his face.
It was just like back then when you first approached him. You didn't have trouble speaking your mind before you started to distance yourself. The empty feeling in his chest started to fester, to the point that not a minute, not even a second goes by that he's not thinking about you. That he's not imagining the warmth of your first hug. That he's not dreaming of you and him together.
He was scared, that one day you'll disappear for good and all he's left with is the faint image of you and the past memories you shared. So he made sure to watch over you whenever he could. Slipping extra money into your bag whenever he'd hear you complain you didn't have enough on you, (in exchange he'd take one or two of your hair ties). Scaring off any guys that would linger near you locker (so that he could slip in some of the love letters he wrote.) Following you around to make sure you got home safely ( snapping a few pictures whenever he could).
He did all those things out of love, because he cared for you. There are times he wished you'd notice him, how much he's doing for you that it actually starts to hurt. He just wants you to look at him again, the same way you did back when you were younger, more innocent.
But he's afraid. Afraid you'd look at him the same way you looked at other men. Having your eyes on him, only for you to scrunch your eyebrows and morph your face into a look of disgust. It feels too cold, too cruel it has him shivering. He looks at you with so much love and adoration, and not once has he given you such a hateful gaze. So until now that was the extent of it all. Hand reached out but never enough to reach you, as if afraid to hurt you, but more terrified to hurt himself.
The sound of fingers being snapped slowly started to fade in. "Hellooo, Scara? You were spacing out just now." You looked pretty worried, but Scara dismissed it by giving you a genuine smile. 'Good to know you still cared'
"I'm fine. We should hurry though, don't want to be late again, right?" He already took hold of your hand, giggling to himself while you gave him a confused look, but nonetheless smiled along.
He liked that look on your face. He hopes that one day you'd look at the real him that way, but right now this was enough. You were finally looking at him again, and he's able to look at you without being scared that you'd leave. He'll make sure to keep a close eye on you. He won't tear his gaze off you so easily this time.
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thenotsoholyspirit · 2 months
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The devil's in the details
(Matt Murdock x reader)
(💕First of all, I'm sorry I have not had the time yet to publish the 4 chapter for my other fic, my first semester at Uni is surely taking a load, but I still wanted to give an old idea a chance and try to see where I could go with it. It's mostly an introductory chapter hope you like it !) 💕
Summary. Trying to makes end meet as a young woman has never been easy, even less living in the turbulent city that is New York. When (y/n) will have to make an impossible choice, she'll have to decide between the ones she cares the most. It's never safe to fall in love, especially with that mysterious lawyer at the bar she's been working at and the secret she guards underneath.
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“Another round for the tables two and one, and please don’t forget the missing beers for the group at table five”
It definitely was a busy night at Josie’s.
I had barely entered the bar when multiple orders were already piling up in the kitchen. Friday shifts were always the best to work they told me, and being new around here, I was kind of guilty to be glad Katy asked for a longer maternity leave.
“(Y/n)!”
I turn around, Josie looking at me impatiently. 
“I didn't hire you to stand there and look pretty princess” She sighs but gives me a small smile, she could never stay mad at us for too long, “Now, please bring these three beers to the pool table”
I nod excusing myself as I go grab the drinks.
The atmosphere tonight was intoxicating. The talking, the music, even the bursts of laughter and the smell of alcohol that surrounded me were enough to get dizzy on my own. It was almost too overwhelming.
I take a deep breath, as I twitch my lips, trying my best not to bite them as I had promise myself to stop that bad habit.
Normally I had a better handle on my anxiety, but I’m not used to work during the busiest hours. Yet, I need money, and Friday nights are generous on tips. I couldn't let such an opportunity pass, and when Josie asked for our availabilities I was the first to raise her hand.
It’s for her.. all of this is for her
I’m so involved in my own thoughts I don’t notice the man passing in front of me. I suddenly lose my equilibrium, the plate of beers now jumping in the air, as I stumble falling on the floor. I barely have the time to register what’s happening when I feel a quick hand behind my back that stabilizes me again. 
“Well… there go our beers”
I hear a voice from the back, a blond guy with slightly longer hair and another blond woman staring at me.
I look down at the floor, now with a puddle of beer and pieces of glass laying there. 
Josie is going to kill me
“Are you ok ?”
I look up now to the man in front me. He had dark glasses and his short yet slightly ruffled hair only gave him a more attractive look. I notice the big stain of beer on his chest, which admittingly looked quite well built under the white shirt he was wearing. 
C'mon you ain't here to flirt with clients
“Yes I'm sorry your shirt it’s”
I notice now the white stick on his left hand and the realization of his blindness hits me. I feel even worse now. “O.. o shit I’m sorry.. I’m awful I.” 
“Don’t worry” he gives me a small smile “It was due to clean anyways. Although.. I heard some glass breaking.. Are you hurt in any way ?”
I shake my head until I realize he can’t exactly see it. 
“No I’m ok just..” I sigh, why was I about to tell my problems to a stranger, “I haven’t quite been the best waitress tonight”
He smiles again, this time with a little bit of curiosity in his look. 
God if smiles could kill
“Too much of an ambiance ?”
”Is it that obvious that this is my first busy shift ?”
He slightly laughs, until I see Josie appearing with a loud sigh.
“(y/n) could you try not to kill one of our regulars ?”
“Hey Josie the beers are on us all right add it to the Murdock Nelson tab, this stuff always happens”
Josie smiles at the man, it seemed that they’ve been acquaintances for quite some time. She easily accepts as she also gives a nod to the other blond guy.
“I’ll bring the mop”, I shyly tell her as I leave the scene. When I arrive at the kitchen, I hear Josie chuckling at me.
“So Matt caught your attention ?”
I do my best not to turn completely red. 
“You know I ain't got time for that Josie” 
I sigh. It was true. Too many bills to pay, too many things to do. Where would the time for a boyfriend ever be? Josie’s face becomes then more serious, she also knew all too well about my situation  
“How's your mother been ?”
I try to smile, it was never easy to talk about that subject.
“Doctors say she may get a leave from the hospital next week, but you know, i'd rather not be too optimistic on that subject…. I still remember last time”
I take the mop as I sigh. I knew Josie wouldn't have hired me if she didn't know my situation. I was already working at some convenience store during the day, but I was still short of money for the rest of my bills. This without counting the community college classes I was taking half time. 
And still not enough money.. it's never enough money
She gives me a warm smile, patting my back as if she wanted to say more but had no words. 
“You’re a good girl (y/n), you’ll get through this” 
I just nod. There was no time for feelings. 
Before leaving the kitchen, I give a last look to the group where Matt and his two friends were happily chatting . 
I shake my head, not wanting to be too distracted. 
There was no time for stuff like this, I can only move forwards. 
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At some corner of the bar, a man was sitting, stirring his cocktail as he gives an attentive look to the place. Nobody notices him when he goes out for a smoke as he makes a call on his phone. 
“We found her boss… she’s still here… at some bar in Hell's kitchen” 
“Perfect’" the voice on the other side of the line was professional, yet so cold and grave, “Tell Weasley to bring the guys... It's gonna be a long night”  
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sirfrogsworth · 8 months
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Isaac Newton Saves the Day
Okay, so I got my battery installed.
I was worried I couldn't drive until next month. On a whim, my aunt decided to stop by the house and buy some of my mom's antiques. It was literally just enough for a new battery.
But it seems everything is an adventure for me lately.
Getting a pizza and needing a jump start. Tripping at the movies and getting laughed at. Driving the wrong direction on the highway and circling the entire city of St. Louis.
I can't seem to go out of the house and not come back with a story to tell. Just once I want a boring excursion where nothing of note happens.
But not today!
I go to my local AutoZone. I request a new battery installed and a very young man (maybe 20 years old) heads to the back of the store and selects a nice Die Hard for me. If it is as good as the movie, I should be in good shape. It has 800 cold cranks... or something.
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He starts ringing me up and notices I have cash in my hand. Seems we weren't at the register with a cash drawer. So we had to move to a different part of the store so I could give him my aunt's crisp 20s.
He gave me change, though instead of 3 one dollar bills, he gave me 2 one dollar bills and a bunch of quarters. He had more ones—I could see them, but I guess he was committed to giving me quarters.
It was time to head out to my car. He had a little cart with wheels and it had various tools he might need to install my battery. I pop the hood and he spends about 2 minutes trying to find the latch. I kept offering to do it, but he insisted on figuring it out.
I was starting to sense this AutoZone employee was not a car guy—just a guy that worked at a store.
He eventually pops the hood and starts to look for my battery. I pointed directly at it, but I guess he didn't see my helpful gesture. He finally notices it and has a little eureka expression. Then he notices me pointing and is like, "Oh."
And here is where the adventure begins.
My car has an engine brace partially covering the top of the battery. It must be removed to swap in a new one. It has three bolts and they looked a bit... rusty.
I may not be a car guy, but I watched my dad fix hundreds of cars. And I had a bad feeling about those bolts.
Then I notice he has the world's tiniest socket wrench.
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My bad feeling got worse.
He started on the first bolt. It was sticky. Then I saw him visualize "righty-tighty, lefty-loosey" making circles with his fingers. This confirmed my suspicion he was not a seasoned mechanic. Eventually he started turning in the proper direction and the first bolt came off.
One down.
The second bolt was a little stickier. He was straining hard, but that tiny handle was not doing him any favors.
Then he went back to his tool cart. I thought maybe he was going to grab a longer wrench. But for some reason he got... a longer bit.
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And in my head I was just, "No, that's not the part that needs to be longer." I was trying not to intrude and let him figure things out. He seemed like he was still learning all of this and wanted to do as much as possible without help. And I didn't want to embarrass him.
It was at this time that his friend and coworker came out to assist. He was the more experienced battery installer and started giving him tips. He gave the second bolt a try with the long bit and it finally started budging.
One more to go.
His friend went back in the store and he took back the socket wrench and started on the final bolt.
It was not sticky—it was *stuck*.
I watched him struggle for quite a while. He thought maybe he did righty-tighty, lefty loosey wrong. So he turned it in both directions just to be sure. Then his friend tried with no success and left again.
I couldn't take it anymore, "You need a longer wrench... I think."
He inspected the cart and sorted through a haphazardly organized set of tools. Looking for something to help. Then, inexplicably, he found an extension that made the socket bit even longer.
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I was screaming in my head, "THAT ISN'T WHAT I MEANT BY LONGER."
Now I was worried he was going to twist his wrist. Those extensions are really only meant to get in tight spaces. They are not terribly ergonomic, especially for sticky bolts.
I think in total he worked on that third bolt for 35 minutes. His friend brought out WD40 in the hopes that might loosen it. That did a whole lot of nothing.
I was struggling to stand for that long. I really wanted to get this over with. I figured they have to sell socket wrenches at an auto parts store. Maybe I could just buy the proper one for these two battery installation comrades.
They were still tugging so I popped inside and checked out the options. But all of the ones with long handles were $30 to $40. I was not spending that to fix this problem for them. Though if this kept going another 30 minutes I may have pulled that trigger.
I head back outside and I start inspecting the tool cart for myself while he grunts. I saw that he had a different kind of extension and the end fit loosely onto the end of one of the socket wrenches. It was not a snug fit and it jiggled a bit, but it was definitely good enough.
I was able to do something similar to this...
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His hands were starting to hurt so he went inside to get gloves. When he returned I said, "I have an idea."
I hold up my makeshift extendo handle. "This will make your wrench almost three times longer. It might do the trick."
He responds, "If I could I would, but I don't think that will work."
I am trying to be patient and not overstep. He starts trying again with his gloves and it still has not budged. But I think the desperation was getting to him. After a few more minutes he went back to the cart and picked up the items I showed him.
He was finally willing to give it a try.
First attempt... the wrench slipped.
He thought he loosened it. Turns out he put the wrong size socket on. I was worried he was going to abandon my idea. But he went back to the cart, got the right size, and tried again.
He suddenly realized he could push with a great deal more force. I could see him starting to feel like he was a superhero using his strength for the first time. Now that he wasn't using the shortest socket wrench in existence, he could put his entire body behind it.
Suddenly, his hand flew forward and he had a shocked expression frozen on his face.
He looked up at me in amazement. "I can't believe that worked!"
I exclaimed, "It's just leverage!"
He starts loosening the bolt and dancing with each twist of the handle. He was so happy to have slain this dragon. His friend comes out to check on the bolt progress... "Did you get it??"
"Look at this thing I made!" *holds up the extendo wrench*
*in my head* "Wait, is he going to take credit?"
"Oh wow! And that worked?"
"LEVERAGE, BOYYY!!!"
"We'll have to remember that for next time!"
"I'm just playin'. He figured it out." *points at me*
SWEET VALIDATION.
Not only did my problem solving skills save the day once again, I got to teach two young men about physics. I told them if the handle is longer then the same amount of energy can do more work.
They said that was "tight" and I felt like a real Captain Smartypants.
The rest of the process was trivial. Under his friend's supervision, he was able to get the battery swapped with no further issues. I started up the car and thanked him for his help.
Adventure accomplished.
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slashersteve · 1 year
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THIS KISS
pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader
warning/extra tags: cursing, angst tm, understandable trust issues, my oc timothy taylor from just friends makes a comeback aslasjlaja, cheating but not actual cheating, break-up, beta read by the bestie, edited by me
note: first fic of the new year! happy 2023 everyone! i was inspired by a scene in that 70s show during my 1000th rewatch. Anyways, peep the short (well shorter than usual) imagine format I’m trying :) Thank you for reading and enjoy ♥️
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It was one kiss. One measly kiss that you didn't even really return when it happened. And yet, Steve kept bringing it up whenever he could. You understood why he reacted this way, considering his past relationship's ending was somewhat similar. He was very clearly masking his hurt with a failed attempt at humor of the situation, but it didn’t make his words hurt any less.
Because of this, you let his comments slide. You didn't say anything when he would say 'oh where you'd learn that? Timmy T?' after you tried something new with your tongue when you kissed. Or the time he had joked lamely and said ‘you’re not going to kiss him again, right?’ when he found out you were on a late shift with Tim at your job (because of course the guy was still your co-worker).
In your defense, you and Steve were not together when it happened, as in when Timothy Taylor kissed you. In fact, the words break and up were apart of Steve’s vocabulary of your conversation before it happened, words straight out of his own mouth. You would have never let Tim kiss you when he asked had you and Steve still been together. So, the short kiss came from a broken heart more than anything else. And also, it had been quite sometime since that kiss, since your first break-up as well, and you didn’t know how much more comments you could handle.
It felt a little silly when you couldn’t bring yourself to confront him when he said those stupid things, you'd roll your eyes to show your irritation, but you never actually said anything to him. Eventually though, it could no longer be avoided.
Steve and you were in your bedroom, his body halfway on top of yours, one leg slotted between your thighs. You hardly got time like this together anymore, with both of you working long hours. You were on cloud nine, having missed Steve and his kisses. You could stay underneath him forever if you could, just him holding you or you holding him. It was your personal heaven, one might say…until he pulled away from your lips with a torn expression on his features.
“God- I’m sorry…but it’s like every time I kiss you all I think about is how your tongue was down Taylor’s throat,” he had said, crawling off of you and settling on the edge of his bed with a sigh.
You were still disoriented, barely registering what he had just said and you were leaning upwards on your elbows, eyebrows furrowing as you asked him to repeat himself.
He sighed again, bringing his hand upward to push his brown strands of hair out of his face before he turned his head to rest his eyes on you, “Your stupid kiss with Taylor- I don’t know if you noticed but I just can’t get over it.”
You gave him a look because you doubted he hadn't noticed that you've noticed- as he hadn’t exactly been hiding it, but ignoring that you sat up, fixing your skirt as you did so and replied, “I already told you I was sorry, Steve, and it didn't mean anything.”
You were frowning at him, and he started to frown deeper too, making your heart clench in your chest that this was bothering him so much and understanding why, but still feeling like he was taking it too far.
“Yeah, I remember…it’s just- I can’t get past it okay? I think about it all the time, and you working with him still- I mean the nerve of him-“ Steve started to ramble, and you pressed your lips together, moving to actually sit next to him.
“He’s nobody to me,” you tried to tell him.
You felt the sarcastic remark coming before he even said it.
“Oh he was totally nobody to you when you and him frenched in front of theater 3,” he said, then laughed bitterly. Your jaw tightened at this, and you were moving to stand. He lifted his head to look at you.
“Would you stop saying stupid shit like that?” You demanded, “I told you I was sorry- but I honestly don’t see why I have to be. You broke up with me…we weren’t together for two weeks or did you just forget that part?”
His eyes widened slightly, and he started to say, “Hey! I didn’t want to break up with you, though! I told you…”
You huffed, “But you still did- you know what Steve, I’m sick of you shaming me, news flash I already feel guilty enough even though I shouldn’t have to!”
He dropped his head at your words as if in defeat, an exasperated breath releasing from his lips. You crossed your arms, feeling your eyes well up at the next thing you knew you had to say because you felt like you were at a breaking point.
“I think we should break up…again,”you stated, voice as steady as possible. That made him look up at you, eyebrows furrowing and brown eyes finding your serious ones. He opened his mouth to speak, to probably protest as his eyes became frantic, but you were shaking your head, "You should go, Steve."
"Wait- wait," Steve tried, head following yours as you walked toward your door, pulling it open to indicate further that you request was more like a demand. He stood up, walking toward you and said, "Can we at least talk about this more? Breaking up- I don't..."
He was in a loss of words, clearly not expecting the conversation to end this way. You tightened your jaw, moreso to fight the tears that threatened to well up in your eyes, not wanting Steve to see them. He seemed to have your same reaction, except he wasn't trying to mask it like you. His eyes were growing slightly watery as he met your pointed expression. Then, he dropped his head, causing some strands of his hair falling forward, and he sucked in a tight breath before stepping past you into your hallway.
You followed after him, sticking by the entrance to the hallway as you watched him pick up his things and leave. He did spare you another glance, heartbreak written all over his features that threatened to make you march over and hold him. You didn't do it though, holding your ground and needing him to understand how serious this was. Then, he turned and he left without another word.
He didn't even bother to put on his shoes that he kicked off by your front door, he'd just grabbed them and left the house with a soft slam of your front door.
That was when you started to cry. It wasn't intense, it wasn't angry, it was just sad. Tears just slipped down your cheeks as you went back into your room, and sat on your bed with your head in your hands.
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You missed Steve. Terribly. And if you were missing him, then he was missing you too.
It had only been a few days, close to a week since you brought your relationship to an end. And it hurt. You had felt a sort of numbness, seeing as most of the things in your home had reminded you of him. Some of his shirts were still there, sitting in a drawer in your bedroom (And he had some of yours too), photographs you've taken together, gifts, and your favorite...notes he had given you still pinned up on your mirror like you were still a high schooler in love.
It wasn't like your prior break-up, which was insanely messier and made you more angry than the melancholic feeling that was there to stay heavy in your chest.
The truth was, you desperately loved Steve, and everything about him. You didn't want it to end like this, you didn't want it to all come to an end because of something like this. You and him...you had been through too much to let this situation that could be fixed ruin your relationship. You wanted him back, badly, but you weren't entirely sure on how to tell him that, feeling stupid crawling back to him after you were the one who broke it off.
Then again, he had come back to you. You decided, after another day of post break-up depression that you weren't going to let him go, or at least not let it end this way that left a bad taste in your mouth and your stomach in knots. You had to at least try and hope Steve wants to too.
Steve hadn't expected to see you coming into the Family Video Store. He himself had been in shambles, still in quite disbelief that you ended it with him. He had hardly been getting sleep, everyone around him had pointed out, especially Robin whom he told about what happened the very next day.
She was also in shock to hear it, but after Steve had told her why, Robin seemed to understand completely why you had...and Steve did too. He'd been beating himself over it for days now, like he knew the things he was saying were stupid and mean, and unfair because you were broken up when it happened, but it's like something takes over him whenever it catches the opportunity to remind you of it. He hated it. He hated it when he said them, he hated it when you would frown at him and become visibly hurt. And yet, he couldn't help it.
Very clearly his behavior from coming from a broken heart, perhaps one that hadn't quite healed since his relationship with Nancy.
Not that he still loved her, no, that was long gone...long over, but the aftermath still affected him in a way he didn't expect it to. In a way that didn't show itself until recently when he saw you and Timothy Taylor kissing in that theater when he wanted to talk you about your relationship, which was stupidly stopping him from seeking you out right now...afraid he'd see that again. He hated his brain sometimes.
So, it was a surprise, a relief even, when he heard the door open and lifted his head to see it was you. He stopped stacking videos almost instantly.
You looked breathless, and tired too, but more importantly, you looked determined, especially when your eyes found his. His heart practically swelled up in his chest as you approached him with urgency in your step.
"Steve-"
He said your name at the same time you said his, the tone of both your voices breathless and colliding with one another. You just stared at each other afterwards, as if unsure who should speak first. Steve did, just as you opened your mouth again to speak.
"I miss you," he said, then shut his mouth quickly, embarrassed because what if you'd just come to tell him to pick his stuff from your house? And to ask for your stuff back as well? He just blurted it out, and swallowed thickly, feeling his cheeks heat up and turn red.
But then, you had said you missed him too.
And as Steve stood there, still processing that you had told him it back, you were walking around the center counter of the video store and joining him behind it. When you were close enough, you said, "I don't want to be broken up, okay? I know I broke it off, and I probably sound stupid-"
"No!" Steve quickly said, shaking his head, "No, no you don't sound stupid."
He wanted to tell you so many things, wanted to bare his soul to you in the way he should've instead of making those stupid, snide comments whenever given the chance. He wanted to tell you how he actually felt about the kiss and why he felt that way, because then you could talk and properly get passed it. Like what you had thought, you and him had been through so much, like surviving three separate attacks from interdimensional creatures who wanted you for their next meal, to let something like this destroy your relationship.
Before he could get the chance to, not caring that you were in the middle of the video store where a group of girls just waltz in making it almost full, not caring that they would hear him confide in you this like he wanted to, like he should've the day you ended things with him, you were speaking.
“I have an idea, okay? If we can't get past this... just kiss some other girl, I won’t be mad I swear,” you said, making Steve's brows furrow with confusion, “We’re broken up right now, everyone knows it so I can’t be mad. So just…kiss any girl you want.”
You were gesturing around the store and all Steve could do was stare at you. You wanted him to kiss another girl? He was not expecting that to come out of your mouth, not at all, and he was genuinely taken back by this.
“Are you…are you serious?” Steve asked more out of shock than excitement, which your saddened expression made him think you mistook it for excitement to kiss somebody else.
You nodded sadly before you sucked in a breath, and said in a bleak tone, as if wanting to sound unbothered, “Any girl okay? In this store, in this town. Anyone.”
He blinked, still in disbelief that you’d just said that and he absentmindedly did look around the video store, eyes finding the group of girls that were around both of your ages that had just entered the video store. Two of them had looked over at him, flashing him flirtatious smiles as they must've heard you.
He pressed his lips together, and looked back at you. You weren’t looking at him anymore, your gaze set at the girls as well after following his quick glance. You were very clearly bothered as you more than likely wondered which one he had chosen in the span of the 3 seconds he'd been looking at them.
Steve shook his head before he was reaching forward, gently grasping your chin and making you turn your head to him. Before you could react, before you could even really make eye contact with him, Steve was leaning in and pressing his lips against yours.
He felt you go still against his lips as he kissed you softly, fingers still holding your chin upward. After a few seconds, Steve was leaning away and said with a smile on lips in the softest his voice had ever been, "I choose you."
You were visibly taken back by this, looking up at him as your eyes began to shine.
In fact, your heart was actually fluttering in your chest, body once overcome with melancholy turned into nothing but pure warmth for Steve. You hadn't expected it to to this way, you’re mind overcome with heartbreak convincing you this would be the only way to rekindle your relationship.
That didn't matter anymore though, because Steve had chose to kiss you and you wanted to melt on the spot. It felt very similar to how it felt when your friend Steve had kissed you for the first time and you became something more. His brown stare just as intense underneath his thick lashes, but there was something stronger underlying them. You don’t know why you expected him to kiss another girl because despite everything, you were always aware that Steve desperately loved you too...as if you ever should've doubted it.
It was a nice reminder too that Steve Harrington still had his overtly romantic charm to him, and it was all you found yourself commenting about with a blissful smile growing on your lips.
"That...that was so romantic," you said, voice still breathless but this time because he had taken your breath away. Steve chuckled softly, eyes flickering downward to look at the smile on yours lip, having missed seeing it these past days since your break-up.
"I mean it," he told you, moving his hand to gently cup your cheek, his eyes growing serious, "I choose you."
And you knew, even if he hadn't of kissed you, that he meant it. You nodded, and told him that you would always choose him too.
Then, it was you who was kissing him, pressing your lips tenderly against his the way you always did, but there was a sort of desperateness behind it fueled by being apart. Steve kissed you back with just as much intensity, like you were in private and not in the middle of his job. This time you did melt into his lips and arms.
The two girls Steve had initially glanced at turned away with frown on their lips, a handful gave a double take as if they were aghast by such a sight, and a man holding some tapes had rolled his eyes and knocked on the counter impatiently.
Steve opened one eye, lips still connected to yours, and he leaned away as he told him he was on break. You laughed, and pulled his lips back to yours with little care of the audience. The man left after that, tossing the tapes aside and you were quite sure that Steve was probably going to get a stern talking to by Keith about PDA in the workplace.
And you two would talk as well, Steve would tell you what he wanted to before, and you would listen and talk through it with him. Because that's what people in love should do when things get hard, especially if they don't want to let the other go.
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December Drabbles
Prompt 12: Snowball fight Characters: First Years (Including Ortho, no Yuu) -----------------------------------------------------------------------
"Heh, your defenses are pathetic at best. The fact you thought your magic would be enough to outdo my brother's technomancy is downright laughable. If you were real snowball fighters, you'd come out and face me like men!"
Ortho floated in between the trees, snowball cannons locked and loaded, ready to shoot at any of his fellow first years. Ever since he had learned about snowball fights, he'd always wanted to participate in one. It had taken some convincing, but Idia caved and gave him the modifications so he could access them during the winter months. He kept a protective visor over his eyes, and thanks to the update his brother gave him, any moisture detected internally would evaporate immediately. Sure, if he really wanted to he could read for heat signatures, but that took too much fun out of it for everyone.
It only took a moment longer before Ortho picked up on Ace's and Deuce's voice signatures, though they sounded oddly muffled, and he couldn't discern any actual words which only puzzled him more. His curiousity got the better of him as he floated silently towards them. He was close enough now that he could hear their breathing. Why were they panting? He hadn't seen or heard them running, and he knew they were in good health.
His question was answered as he rounded the tree he heard them behind, and he wished it hadn't been. Even as an android, it took him a moment to process what he was seeing.
Deuce made a rather panicked, almost strangled noise as he pushed Ace off of him when he noticed Ortho. Ace was about to ask him what that was for until Ortho let out a high pitched whirring sound that startled him.
"YOU GUYS WERE KISSING???? IN THE MIDDLE OF A SNOWBALL FIGHT????!!! GROOOOOOOSS!!!!! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH BACTERIA YOU JUST EXCHANGED??? 80 MILLION PER TEN SECONDS!!!! DISGUSTING!" Ortho was barely heard by the two freshmen though, as his more immediate reaction was to empty his snowball cannons on them, burying them in snow easily.
He was so busy processing what he had seen that the first few snowballs that hit him from behind didn't register until he heard Epel giggle. He turned to see Epel and Sebek with equally big, shit-eating grins on their faces as they continued their onslaught of snowballs from a hidden pile of ammunition.
He found himself giggling along with Epel as he turned his canons on them instead of Ace and Deuce, silently acknowledging....and loathing a rather effective strategy that had taken him by surprise. At least now though, he had something else to focus on than the scene he had interrupted.
Sebek and Epel split up, taking cover again behind their respective trees as Ace and Deuce shook off the snow on them and made a quick get away themselves, though Deuce refused to let Ace hold his hand, still red in the face from embarrassment. Minutes flew by like seconds as snowballs were launched from near and far, some hitting their mark, others missing entirely, but laughter filled the air nonetheless. In the heat of the battle, nobody really took notice of another challenger until Epel started yelling. "WHAT IN TARN- JACK YOU BEST PUT ME DOWN THIS APPLE - PICKIN' SECOND OR I SWEAR I'LL -" A quiet woomph sound was all that was heard after. Ortho's interest was peaked, and he rushed over to see large boot prints, and an Epel-sized hole in a snowdrift. Sebek was soon behind Ortho and gave the little robot a small shove to get to Epel and try to help him out. Ortho gave Sebek an indignant beep, before shoving him into the snow drift as well, just far enough so that he wouldn't land on top of his much smaller comrade. Sebek was caught off guard, but not nearly as badly as Ace and Deuce's yelps seemed to be. Ortho watched as Jack held both of them, one under each arm before he tossed them into the snow drift as well, tail wagging a mile a minute. He gave Ortho a huge grin as the boys disappeared into the snow. "Don't worry, I'm not going to throw you in. You don't have my phone number." Ortho was baffled, putting his snow cannons at rest as he floated closer to Jack, watching the four other freshmen struggle to get out of the bank, admittedly a little disappointed Jack didn't want to throw him. "What does not being thrown into the snowbank have to do with having your phone number?" Jack looked at him like a deer in the headlights, before rubbing the back of his neck and averting his eyes awkwardly. "They all know winter is my favourite season, but not one of them told me they were having a snowball fight. So I subjected them to the same punishment I do my siblings.....throw them in a snow bank that I make. That way I know there are no hard chunks of ice or anything in it, but it's still funny to watch them struggle to get out." Ortho was a little taken aback, before giggling a bit at Jack's explanation. "Oh I see!....well...I did have your phone number.....I have access to everyone's contact information...." Ortho looked down a little bashfully, hoping to achieve his desired outcome. "Oh....well you still didn't know my favourite season...." Jack watched the little robots mannerisms for a moment, and noted the somewhat deflated posture he had in response. He smiled a bit and patted Ortho's shoulder. "Can you handle getting that wet?" Ortho's head shot up, eyes meeting Jack's slightly concerned, slightly mischevious expression. Ortho balled up, a few excited blips leaving him before he remembered he needed to use English. "My brother made sure I could handle it!! I promise he did!!!" Jack glanced once more at the boys in the snow, then back at Ortho. "Okay." His expression immediately shifted to joy as he picked Ortho up and tossed him easily into the bank, eliciting happy beeping from the bot. A moment later, Jack jumped in himself, laughing alongside everyone else.
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trippygalaxy · 11 months
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Hello! Mind if I submit a request? Your Warriors one turned out so well!
As far as gift-giving for each of the chain goes, what kinds of things do you think they'd like to receive?
(Also--and you can totally say no to this--could I write shorts based off of yours answers? I'm genuinely curious as to what you'd think, and I've hit writers block currently for the requests I have in my own inbox 😓)
You're doing great, by the way!!
Courage and Gifts
OMG YES! Love this idea and you can totally write something based off this!!!
(Edit: HOLY SHIT! This took longer than expected! I struggled so much with Four and Legend so I'm sorry if those ones are out of character!)
Requests: Open!
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Time
Joke Gifts!
Time has a secret appreciation for gag gifts but will NEVER admit it out loud unless he wants the boys to constantly give him walking canes or the medieval equivalent to Werther's Originals. But nevertheless, he does appreciate the gift/joke when he's out of sight.
Oh, please give him a pun book. His eye(s) will light up when he realizes what it is, but be prepared cause he isn't gonna shut up any time soon.
Ocarina
A new ocarina and new memories. He won't admit it but he chest does get tight at the sight of it, but his heart flutters in the same beat. He's gentle as he takes it into his hands, admiring the wooden instrument in it's construction. Now, he is more used to the 12 holed ocarina but isn't against learning how to use other kinds of ocarinas, magical or not.
Warriors
Bouquet of Flowers
Such a soft and beautiful gift will warm his heart! Being so used to the harsh memories of wars and death, the sight of the beautiful bouquet makes him stutter for a moment. It takes a second for him to register that this is for him. The delicate petals, the vibrant colours, they contrast the bloodied swords and shields. It's....nice.
Earrings
Warriors strikes me as someone who has a collection of earrings. Now, seeing as he is a Captain he can't carry such things around with him. It not because he's embarrassed or ashamed (quite the opposite actually), it's simply a safety hazard and would take up more room than necessary. So he keeps such things in his quarters back home, which means he has had the same simply earrings in for months.
So, its easy to say he got excited when he opened the small box he was handed and saw what was inside. He'll put them in immediately and practically prance around camp!
Twilight
Handmade Blankets
Twilight grew up in a small village, so gifts like this aren't unfamiliar! Most of his blankets back home were gifts to him, so being given a similar gift fills him with nostalgia! He melts even more if he was given the thick woven blanket because the gifter was concerned he gets cold. (Tbh he's probably a living furnace but it's still nice!)
Bandana
At first he's very confused at the gift but still appreciated it! It was a lovely green that went well with his armor and tunics. And as he tied it around his neck, it fit perfectly! It wasn't too tight or loose and it didn't bother his neck. As much as Twilight enjoys the gift he can't help but be confused...and a little suspicious.
He continued to fiddle with the bandana even when you made a hasty retreat. Suddenly, he fingertips ran across something that stuck off from the fabric. Twilight gives a light tug and pulls off the bandana to get a closer look only to find a tag. At a closer look he notices the brand on the tag.
It was a fucking dog brand bandana.
Sky
New Wood Carving Tools
A new set of carving tools would mean a lot to him! I'd like to think that he has two sets that he owns, a very well made set that is back at Skyloft and one decent set that he carries on him at all time. The ones on him have seen almost as much as he has, and have been chipped beyond repair. BUT to be gifted with brand new tools that beat any tools he had at home is truly baffling!
Plushie
Something soft, tiny and comfortable to sleep with?! SIGN HIM UP! The soft fabric, the cute aesthetic and thoughtfulness! He loves it and couldn't be more happy, and if you sewn it yourself? DOUBLE LOVE!! He doesn't care what the others have to say, he is holding that plushie to his chest every damn night! Bonus points if it is a loftwing and bonus bonus points if its red!
Wild
Recipe Book
A BOOK FILLED WITH NEW AND INTERESTING RECIPES?! How could he refuse such a brilliant gift! Now, as much as Wild loves cooking and experimenting with all sorts of food, he also loves learning about the culture surrounding these dishes! It is served with other specific dishes? Is it associated with certain events? How common is it? Or is it considered a cuisine! Bonus points if these foods are from your background! He has many questions.
Masks
Wild certainly has a large collection of masks, so large that it almost rivals the old man's! Almost. But he is always happy to add to his odd collection, especially if its more monster masks! He'll be more than happy to sit down and listen to you as you explain the origin of this mask! The more scary the better!
Legend
A Unique Item (Handmade items/gifts. I.e. art work, clothes, jewelry etc)
What do you get the man who -quite literally- has everything? Something one of a kind! Something that was made out of love and struggle (and maybe tears but who am I to say). Whether it's simply or complex gift he'll love it all the same. The fact you thought to make something from scratch just for him warms his heart. Even if he won't admit it!
Sea Shells
He's very very confused at first. He didn't mean to sound rude as he asked why you give him a sack of shells, but he was quick to regret his tone as you shrink back. But the reason you gave nearly brought him to tears.
You quietly said you've been collecting them for him, collecting them from everywhere the group has been. But as he continued to press, you admitted you wanted to gift him something to that when he left -when everyone left- he'd know that this was real. That everyone was real. And that he had friends from across time and space.
Four
Customized Hammer
Not only would Four love a new forging/blacksmithing hammer but on that customized for him?! He would be so giddy! Now, you may be asking, how is it a customized hammer? What makes it special?
The sides of the hammer are engraved with images! And these images look like a familiar small mouse creature~ They are subtle in their design and from an outsiders view, it'll look like some sort of logo!
Jeweled Bracelet
Something small but strong, either brought or made. Inlaid in the bracelet are four gems that sit side by side. Four gems of vibrant colours, each one representing each part of him. The inside of the bracelet -the part that rests again his skin- holds his initials. The metal is a harsh contrast to his warming skin, he really likes it.
Hyrule
New Flowers/Herbs
A hobby of Hyrule's is pressing flowers and herbs in his journal, which is filled with information about everything single plant found in it (based on this headcanon). Being given something to add to his collection brings him so much joy and excitement! Oh, how he can't wait to find out what interesting properties these plants might have! Bonus points if you gifted specific flowers to him cause they reminded you of him! Bit of a warning, he might get extremely flustered!
Compass
For a traveler, he tends to get lost quite a bit huh? He will be quite grateful for a compass to help whenever he steps off the trail! Though at first he is quite embarrassed and tries to say that, while he appreciates the gift he doesn't need a compass that bad! Hyrule accepts the gift after getting a stern look from some members *ahem* Time *ahem* of the group.
Wind
A Ship in a Bottle
A thoughtful gift that reminds him of home. When presented with the gift he has to contain the squeal of joy! (He fails but don't tell anyone) He turns the bottle over in his hands, trying to see every detail of the ship trapped inside. Bonus points if the ship itself resembles Tetra's boat. (A few tears might fall but that's a secret between you and him)
A Beaded Bracelet
It doesn't matter if it's hand made or store bought, he loves it with his whole heart! Whether the beads are crafted by the most talented craftsmen or by a simple tool, he admires every detail and every nick in the wood (intentional or not!). He can't help but smile as he slips it onto his wrist, it reminds him of the matching bracelets his little sister used to make for both of them.
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sunnynwanda · 1 year
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A dance with the enemy
Hero was seething. Not only was this reception a complete disaster, but she was also the centre of everyone's attention, making the entire ordeal unbearable. And if that wasn't enough, she was forced to dance with the idiotic mayoral candidate for the third time in a row.
His dumb jokes were starting to get the best of her. He and people like him were the reason Hero was needed in the first place. She was a step away from snapping the asshole's neck when a hand landed on his shoulder, prompting him to turn his head. Well, at least Hero didn't have to look into those blank eyes any longer.
"May I?" Someone interrupts the flow of her thoughts. Hero could swear she knew that voice. Despite irritation colouring the tips of his ears, the mayor-to-be nods. When he turns back to thank her for the dances, Hero doesn't even have to fake a smile. That's how relieved she is. "Shall we?"
Hero tilts her head, accepting the offered hand. The person graces her with a smirk before wrapping an arm around her waist to lead. In all honesty, Hero does not mind in the slightest. This is the best thing anyone has done for her all week, if not all month.
"I know you," the claim earns a soft chuckle, followed by a quick nod. The man seems comically out of place. His over-the-top politeness and impeccable manners pose a contrast against the rest of the party. And no, she did not spend the evening stalking him. Absolutely not. But he stood out and is well aware of that, Hero suspects.
"I'm sure you do," he answers, lips curling again, but her eyes are trained on his hairline. It looks oddly familiar. With all the details she is now noticing, Hero can't help but think for a moment if she is coming across as a creep.
Hero shakes her head in an attempt to put the pieces together before the music stops, but her brain refuses to cooperate. If only she could blame it on champagne. Alas, she didn't even drink tonight. "Next time, maybe refuse."
"Excuse me?" Her gaze drags back to his face, much closer now that he's leaned in, his voice a whisper.
"When he asks you to a dance next time, refuse," he explains, amusement obvious in his tone. "Instead of looking so miserable."
"Was it that obvious?" Hero glances at him, still wondering who he might be. A light laugh is the only answer she receives. "Ah, perfect. The look I was going for."
Her retort is sceptical, but the man shakes his head, pausing for a moment as if considering something before his eyes land on her.
"You look gorgeous today, darling," the pet name sends a shiver of recognition down her spine. She isn't sure if it's all disgust. If disgust at all. Villain.
She opens her mouth but is unable to form a coherent thought. The Villain offers her the most charming smile as he brings her hand to his lips. Hero registers the kiss against her skin with a few seconds of delay. Villain smiles, letting go of her waist. "Thank you for the dance."
"My pleasure," she offers, sheepish as he walks off.
How come she didn't realize the music had stopped?
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obsidian-warthog · 8 months
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Investigating Doppelgangers and Space Suit Colors in Pikmin 4
So a comment in another post made me aware that Pikmin 4 has dialogue for if you make your character look exactly like a castaway. I've been playing around with that hunting for the dialogue, and have made some observations.
-Plot relevant characters cannot be mimicked, even the ones who can basically be replicated in the character creator have an accessory to distinguish them and no doppelganger dialogue. I tested this with Yonny, who can be made in the character creator sans head mirror.
-Skin and hair color are not factors, it's the build, face and hairstyle that matter.
-Puddle will tell you if you look like someone else.
-Dalmo's doppelganger dialogue only triggers when leaving the Piklopedia. Haven't tested with Schnauz yet.
-And now for the real interesting part that's going under a read more due to the length, how the color of a character's space suit factors in.
If your character is registered by the game as a doppelganger and your space suit is the same color as the character, that character's space suit will change to a different color. To fully explore this I used Alpin, but first observed it with Dalmo. First here is an Alpin doppelganger with him in both red and blue spacesuits to establish that Alpin's default spacesuit color is pink.
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And if we switch our own spacesuit to be pink...
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Alpin's spacesuit becomes red. I tested this twice with both red and blue as my prior spacesuit colors, Alpin's became red both times. And along the way I spotted something else, if you haven't already, look at Fawks. His spacesuit is always the same color as Alpin's. This means some characters have linked spacesuit colors.
Not only that, but while subtle, the difference in color is reflected in the text boxes as well.
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Again very hard to notice it's own, but pull up the pictures and compare the color on Alpin's shoulders. They're obviously a different color when you look from one to the other.
Now, when does the color revert? Once you no longer resemble Alpin there's no need to keep his spacesuit color changed, right? Well for whatever reason, the game won't revert a character's spacesuit color until your own spacesuit color changes, even if your character is no longer a doppelganger of them.
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The character build and all associated features have changed, only the color remains, but Alpin and Fawks are still in their red suits.
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Swapping off of pink now has the game return Alpin and Fawks to their original colors, even though the look a like issue had been resolved several trips to Puddle ago.
What about characters with other color spacesuits. Dalmo's default color is green, but if you make a Dalmo doppelganger with a green spacesuit then he also switches to a red one.
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What if the character's default color was red to begin with? There are no characters with red as their default spacesuit color, possibly for this exact reason. Characters only have red spacesuits when determined by the player. I didn't realize that until now because my own character's spacesuit and the Rescue Corps by extension were red.
This isn't a ground breaking find by any means, but it's a fun look into how the developers accounted for different possibilities, and how that subtly influenced the design of the game in a way none of us noticed.
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gemgirl28 · 1 year
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Prompt: "I shouldn't have come here." Zutara, please?
Have a great day, Gem! ^.^
Hello my dear! Thanks for the prompt! On a whole its been a rather chill Friday. I hope you have a great weekend!
I shouldn't have come here.
Zuko didn't realize his feet had carried him to Katara's door until he nearly walked into it. He froze, hand raised to knock, and seriously questioned what he was about to say.
Sorry it's the middle of the night. No, I know you were probably up, waterbender and all, but anyways... I just read Aang's letter and... Katara, why didn't you tell me?
Shaking his head, Zuko willed himself to walk away, to curl up in his bed, to sleep on it and discuss it with her in the morning.
But something deep within him refused, and he watched his hand softly knock on her door without his permission.
"Shit, shit, shit," he muttered under his breath, praying she was asleep, that he could still walk away and try again in the-
"Zuko?" She asked, rubbing her eyes. "What are you doing up so late?"
"I- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here so late," he said, willing his body to get back under his control.
"It's okay, I was having a hard time sleeping anyways." She frowned, likely noticing the bags under his eyes and the way he fidgeted with the sleeves of his robes. "Is something wrong?"
No.
Yes.
I'm not sure.
Anyone of these would have been an acceptable answer. Instead, what came out was, "Why didn't you tell me you broke up with Aang?"
She winced, and he immediately regretted it. It wasn't his business to prod and poke, no matter how much it stung that she'd arrived at the palace four days ago and yet he had to find out that his two best friends had broken up from a letter.
"I- I was working my way up to it," she said awkwardly. His brow furrowed, hands reaching for hers.
"I'm sorry I pushed but... Katara you can tell me anything. Anything. I'm sorry if I've done or said something to lead you to believe otherwise, but there is nothing you could say that would make me think less of you."
To his horror, tears started streaming down her cheeks. Realizing they were still in the hallway where a servant or guard could pass by, Zuko gently pulled her into her room and onto the couch in front of the fire.
"I'm sorry," he said, holding her and running his hand up and down her back. She laughed.
"You don't have anything to be sorry for, I do," she said. Katara looked up at him with her beautiful eyes, even red-rimmed with tears. "Do you mean it? I could tell you anything and.. you wouldn't think less of me?"
"I swear," Zuko swiftly said. Katara swallowed and took a deep breath.
"I broke up with Aang."
"I got that much, yes."
"He thinks its because I'm tired of the way people treat me like his trophy first and a person second."
"He failed to mention that," Zuko said, voice dropping.
"That's only part of the reason, though."
"Oh?"
"The truth is... I'm in love with someone else. Even if Aang wasn't gone over half the year, even if he didn't put me on a damn pedestal, I still wouldn't feel right being with him anymore."
"I- I see," Zuko said, his heart breaking in two.
"And the reason-" she barreled on, "-that I had to work my way up to telling you any of this is- its you. I'm in love with you." A fresh wave of tears poured down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry."
It took him longer than he cared to admit to fully register her words. "Sor- Katara what could you possibly have to be sorry for?"
"I'm sorry I kept the news from you and I'm sorry for ruining our friendship with my stupid feelings."
Zuko couldn't help but laugh, even as she glared at him. "Your feelings aren't stupid. I'm terribly in love with you myself."
"You- you are?!"
He laughed again at her astonishment, as if he could have done anything but fallen in love with her. "Yes, I- mphf."
Her kiss was salty from her tears, but he thought it fitting for the daughter of the ocean. He kissed her gently, pulling her close, winding his fingers in her loose hair.
When he woke in the morning, too early, in her bed, with Katara laid across him, he decided it was a good thing he came to her room last night after all.
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lookingforluna · 2 years
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Empty Love: 05 || jjk
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❥ Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader
❥ Word Count: 1.7k
❥ Rating: M
❥ Genre: angst, fluff, idol!au, childhood friends to lovers au, slow-burn
❥ Warnings: swearing, angst, eventual smut in the future
❥ Summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends since childhood, but lately, things have been off. He starts canceling plans and begins acting a little cold towards you. However, the sudden revelation of your sex life might cause things to change dramatically, specifically your future with him.
❥ A/N: I will make a series masterlist post for this fic soon because I realized this will be longer than my other series! Thank you for supporting me and staying with this story.💙
❥ Previous Chapter: Chapter 4
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RECAP
“Then it’s settled. Y/N and Tae will be sharing a room,” Joon says, giving a clap, finally happy with the decision.  
You turn away from Taehyung only to stand there with your back still pressed to his chest, his arms loosely clasped around your waist. You look around only to see happy faces, everyone looking relieved with the decision except for one person. Dark eyes stare into yours. You can see the clear sign of unhappiness swimming through them, but you don’t expect to feel the coldness directed towards you. It would’ve been fine if it were anyone else, but it was him, and the last thing you needed was a frustrated Jungkook.
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Maybe you should’ve put more thought into your pajamas while packing. Usually, you just slept in a simple cotton t-shirt nightgown, assuming that would be fine. Of course, that was before you realized you would have to share a room with one of the boys. There were also only two bathrooms, meaning you would have to share one of them with Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin. 
All the boys would be already changed and waiting in the small living area. You just have to suck it up and walk out. You’re not the same girl you were before your makeover. The whole purpose of it was to remind you of the confidence you carry, and it was slowly fading. 
"Okay, so tomorrow we have our first interview in the afternoon at 1. We'll go over some important stuff before it. Then there's a small fan meet at 4, and we're free after that," Namjoon explains as he reads over the paper in his hand. 
Your feet bring you closer to the small table; the seven of them gather around. They still haven’t  noticed your presence, making it feel awkward.  
"Do I get to come?"  
The soft and hesitant question that leaves your mouth causes their heads to turn, with different expressions on each of their faces as they notice you. Your brows furrow as you stare at them in confusion, all of them silent until Taehyung decides to break the silence. 
"Need more sleep," he says, eyes trailing over the words on your light pink nightgown, a smile forming on his lips as he finishes his sentence, "it's cute." 
A blush sets in on your cheeks as you realize they were all looking at your legs, more of your skin on display than usual. You didn't think anything about it because you wore nighties to bed every night. It hadn't occurred to you that the boys had never seen you in something this short. 
A scoff echoes in the small space, and your eyes meet an irritated Jungkook.
"Need more sleep, more like need more fabric," he mumbles harshly, causing you to wince at the insult. You hated dealing with this Jungkook. You could take his words up to a certain point, but this wasn't any usual teasing, he meant for them to sting, and they did in fact. 
It happens quickly before you even register it. Jimin elbows Jungkook in his side and lets out an audible, "ow, what was that for," only to receive glares from the other boys.   
It feels even tenser in the room now. You feel out of place and slightly uncomfortable. You shouldn't feel this way, and you wouldn't have before if Jungkook didn't say those words. It was your fault, and you should've considered that you'd be staying with seven boys. 
Your hands reach down to tug the fabric of your nightie lower, but it's not going anywhere. The boys can even sense how uncomfortable you feel as they all turn away from you except for Joon and Jungkook. 
Now would be the perfect time for the ground to open up and swallow you whole as Jungkook's eyes roam over your body from head to toe, no shame whatsoever, as Namjoon's eyes stay locked onto yours. 
"Of course, you're coming along. You'll finally be able to see us in work mode," he grins, flashing you his signature dimples.
Relief floods your body at the change in the subject, and you want to thank Namjoon over and over for treating you like normal. You nod at his response and offer him a small smile before voicing your sleepiness and decision to head to bed early. 
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You've been in bed for over an hour when laughter pierces your ears and the bedroom creaks open. Even though it’s faint, the pitter-patter of feet moving about carefully in the darkness of the night and the opening and closing of drawers keep you from sleeping. A gasp escapes your mouth when you hear a loud thump and several curses leave Taehyung’s mouth. Quickly you roll over and turn on the lamp next to you, eyes squinting as the brightness blinds you. 
Laughter almost pours out as your vision focuses on an unsteady Taehyung holding his toe tightly as he bites his lip. 
"My fucking toe," he groans, applying pressure to the wounded area. As much as you try to stifle your laughter, it comes out regardless. The last thing you expected was to find Taehyung sitting on the floor shirtless in nothing but his shorts. The view would've probably excited you, but you can’t help but find him cute, his cheeks puffed up as he tries to relieve the pain. 
There’s a lot of movement in the room across from yours before your bedroom door swings open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. Standing before you is a bothered Jungkook in nothing but grey sweats hanging lowly from his hips, his toned figure on display for your eyes to take in. 
"What happened?" 
You can see the concern on his face as his brows furrow, but then relax as he sees Taehyung rubbing his foot. 
"I hit my toe," Tae replies with his big doe eyes, a pout forming on his pink lips. 
Jungkook only rolls his eyes as he quickly surveys the room, his eyes rapidly doing a once over of you, which you somehow miss. He swallows before nodding and seeing himself out, mumbling a quick "goodnight." 
Your mind replays the image of Jungkook bursting into your room so disheveled, his hair tousled messily from sleep, his lips pink, his pants hanging dangerously low on his hips, and his chiseled abs on display. Stop thinking about him like that, you scold yourself. Thoughts of him like that shouldn't occupy your brain, but as Taehyung climbs into the bed next to you, switching off the light, those thoughts of Jungkook are the only thing on your mind as you drift off to sleep. 
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Do you know that strange feeling where you feel as if you're in between the state of being awake and being asleep? That's what you were feeling right now. Your mind is aware that your body is unconscious, so you can still faintly hear whispers even though you're not moving. 
"I heard it too," a voice murmurs.
 A few seconds pass, and you still hear the faint mutters before your eyes are fluttering open. You first notice a very close Jungkook and Jimin leaning over your face, causing you to let out a gasp and move back only to collide your head with Taehyung's face.
 "Ow, fuck, that hurt," he shrieks while rubbing his nose. You look between the three boys around you, clearly confused as to why they had surrounded you. 
"Um, what's going on?" The three of them exchange looks before Jimin breaks the silence.
 "What were you dreaming about?" A giant smirk plasters itself across his face as your cheeks flush at the random question, slowly recalling your dreams.
"U-uh nothing. Why?" you stutter out, not expecting the sudden interest in your dreams. 
Taehyung lets out a chuckle from behind you as he moves to lay on his back, his arms stretching out behind his head, biceps flexing at such a simple movement.
 "It didn't sound like nothing," he says, dark eyes flickering over to you with a hint of amusement in them, a small smile dancing across his lips. You shrink inward as they make you feel smaller under all of their gazes. You had been dreaming about Jungkook and the different scenarios that could happen between the two of you. It was a pleasurable dream, you'll admit that much, but then the guilt soon sets in as you remember he has a girlfriend. 
"Oh, come on, y/n. What were you dreaming about?" Jimin pushes again as he sits down next to you on the bed, his attention entirely on you as he folds his legs beneath him.  
"Or who were you dreaming about?" Jungkook asks, slightly lifting his brows as he folds his arms over his exposed chest. His biceps flex at the sudden movement as he stands there with his bed head kissing his forehead, making him look even more tempting than he did in your dream. 
You squint and sit up, suddenly feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. 
"I wasn't dreaming about anyone," you emphasize, not wanting him to put anything together. 
"I can see your cheeks heating up," Jimin says as he pinches your cheek causing you to swat his hand away. 
"Plus, I could hear you moaning in your sleep," Taehyung says casually, causing you to choke on air as you turn to him wide-eyed. 
"Don't deny it. We could hear you from our room," Jungkook says, his voice dropping even lower than before as his heated stare pierced into you.
His rough sleepy voice was driving you crazy. All you could do was stuff your face in your knees before he could see the lust swimming around in them. 
"Was it one of us?" Jimin smirks as he leans in closer, pulling your face up.
 A squeak leaves your mouth as his nose brushes the tip of your own, the intense stare of his eyes causing your stomach to flip. 
"That's a yes," Jungkook mutters as he pushes Jimin over harshly, earning a yelp from the older boy. Jungkook stares at you intensely, and you're afraid that he can see through you. 
"Who?"
It comes out low. It was low enough for you to hear it, but you would've missed it if you weren't paying attention. You're silent as you stare back into his eyes, his gaze never wavering and you can feel yourself slowly start to crumble. 
"Jungkook," Jimin says quickly, "it was him," he repeats confidently and loudly as if he had just won a prize. You watch as the look in Jungkook's eyes changes, and before you can stop yourself, you're blurting out a different name. 
"Tae. It was Taehyung," you say quickly without a second to process it. 
Taehyung's head whips around quickly, his eyes landing on yours, the shock dripping through. Jimin's stare is flickering back and forth between you and Jungkook, an unsure look in his eyes. 
One thing was certain. Everyone, including yourself, was ultimately side swept by the answer you just revealed. You were in some serious shit, and now you dragged Taehyung into it too.
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The weight of the world
@mdzs-is-rotting-my-brain
"Saying I love you without saying it: getting your partner through a panic attack" prompt
Warnings: gore, and I mean it
Fun fact actually really sad fact, I had to Google how to help someone through a panic attack because I always rawdog mine by myself (and usually there's nobody to notice and/or help).
Ok, I'm done trauma dumping, onto the ficlet!
It was supposed to be a simple night hunt. Some low-level corpses, the kind of thing juniors are tasked with for practice. He and Lan Zhan had just happened to be passing through and decided to help - after all, it wasn't anything they couldn't get done in an hour and still be home for dinner. But, as it sometimes happens with these things, they go wrong.
Wei Ying suddenly found himself paralyzed among the horde of corpses, and his body wouldn't listen. He could reach for Chenqing, for Suibian, flick his hand to summon resentful energy, whistle, send in talismans, even call for Lan Zhan - but he couldn't do any of those things.
He could barely breathe.
He was 23 again, in the Burial Mounds, holding onto the half-destroyed Stygian Tiger Amulet as corpses ran his way, trampling over one another to reach their target, jaws unhinged and lifeless expressions twisted with resentment.
He was the Yiling Patriarch, eyes squeezed shut so he wouldn't see them reach to tear into his clothes, into his flesh, claws digging into the fine layer of skin that covered emaciated bones.
He was Wei Wuxian, bitten and torn into, screaming in pain, for mercy that wouldn't come, watching his body be ripped into, blood gushing out, skin hanging off his bones, organs turned into nothing, eyes cast upwards in prayer for it to be over already before they were dug out.
He was the world's most hated man, about to receive his punishment.
Bichen's glare swooped in, and the corpses dissipated into nothingness.
Wei Wuxian was no longer in the Burial Mounds.
But he could still feel teeth and claws, his body tingling with the fantom sensations, shaking until he could no longer stand up. He couldn't breathe, the feeling of his ribcage closing in all too familiar, heart struggling to keep up, the world too hot and too cold successively.
He heard Lan Zhan call out his name, but he couldn't focus on it, his body caught between reality and a horrid fantasy, tears clouding his vision.
"Wei Ying!" And Lan Zhan wanted to reach out to hold him, but Wei Ying swatted his hand away, his features twisted in terror for a brief moment before his mind registered who it had been that wanted to touch him.
The knot in his throat didn't lessen, though, and neither did the paralyzing tension in his bones.
"Wei Ying, please listen to me. I will not touch you if you don't want me to. But I want to help you."
Wei Ying nodded, briefly, struggling to let out a shaky breath.
"Tell me what to do."
"I don't know. Talk to me. Tell me something to distract me."
Lan Zhan sat next to him, a respectful distance away, close enough to be within reach but not to touch, "We are safe here, now, I won't let anyone or anything hurt you. We will go home, and we will play with the bunnies, and we will have dinner after, like we always do."
Wei Ying tried to calm his breathing again, and Lan Zhan remembered something he read a long time ago. "Would you like us to try breathing exercises?"
"Yeah."
"I need you to look at me, and time your breathing with mine. We will breathe in for seven seconds, hold it for three, and then release for another seven."
Wei Ying nodded, and watched as Lan Zhan did just as he said, following him. It did feel useless at first, his mind still reeling, but the more he focused on counting the seconds to breathe in, hold and breathe out, the more immersed he became in it, and the drumming of his heart lessened, his lungs no longer burning from a seeming lack of air.
"How are you feeling, Wei Ying?"
"Better, I think. Can you hold me now, a bit?"
"Mn."
Wei Ying tentatively crawled over his husband, and burrowed in his chest. "You can put your arms around me, now, I won't freak out anymore."
Lan Zhan did as told, rubbing soothing shapes down Wei Ying's back. "I am here. I'll always be."
Wei Ying hummed in acknowledgement, busying himself with tracing over the embroidery on his husband's robes. "Can you sing me something nice? And then we go home?"
"Mn."
By the time the song had finished, Wei Ying had fallen asleep in Lan Zhan's arms, mind and body exhausted with what had happened. Carefully, Lan Zhan carried him all the way to the Cloud Recesses, his heartbeat unknowingly lulling his husband into a peaceful slumber.
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Superman saves a cat from a tree. Chapter 2 - Clark's in the dog house at Daily Planet
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Superman saves a cat from a tree: part 1, part 2
Summery: Clark gets in trouble for being late to work. Inevitably runs into his ex, Lois Lane, who also works at Daily Planet.
Rating: Explicit. 18+ Minors DNI
Pairings: Clark Kent
Warnings: None yet (Smut in later chapter)
Word count: 989
Disclaimer: I do not own Henry or have any connections to Henry. This story was made by me and my own filthy mind from the wanting of henry to ruin me in more ways than one. I don't own any characters from the DC Comics. Although my first language is English, I have dyslexia so expect grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes and sometimes sentences that could seem confusing. Not beta'd or proof read. Header made by me using pictures on the internet.
Enjoy
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Clark was stood in the elevator staring up at the sign that showed what floor he was on, groaning to himself for being late. What excuse could he make up this time to avoid being fired or Perry's errand boy for the week. Once at his floor, Clark squeezed passed the others in the lift "Excuse me. Sorry." Letting out a sigh of relief; he adjusted his glasses, tie and hair in the reflective surface opposite the door he just came through. Wearing a muted blue checkered shirt, a black tie and a pair of jeans that hugged his body in all the correct spaces, mostly due to the man's physique. The jeans elevated his glutes, not that they needed to, his thighs and calves. Unfortunately for Clark they also gave emphasis around the groin area. The unwanted attention bulged outwards at his crotch which was often the subject of gossip around the office.
Getting to his seat, he took off his messenger bag and set it on top of his desk before flopping back into his chair. He made it without running in Perry and his top dog. He just managed to log in before noticing half of the office was empty. Looking up over the dividers he peered around the office… Most of the seniors weren't there… The meeting room door finally opened.
"Nice of you to join us Farmer Kent." Perry announced as he came out spotting Clark's desk was no longer empty.
"Morning Perry, sorry I got caugh-" Perry held his hand up cutting off Kent mid speech.
"I don't care for your excuses today, Kent. Not when you volunteered yourself for our annual charity event." Clark looked bewildered at Perry, blinking a few times in confusion. "I think you're gonna love this years theme." Perry walked off with a chuckle. Before Clark could even register what just happened, the bombshell of the office - Lois Lane walked up to Clark.
"I had to save your ass again." She said to him while watching Perry walk off. Ah Perry's top dog. Her gaze then fell onto Clark. "I had to volunteer you. Otherwise Perry was going to toss you out. Consider us even from all the times you've saved me." Not sure being saved from being fired and being saved from falling from a building has the same karma rating, but there's no arguing with Lois.
"Thanks… I guess." He placed his hands between his legs on the chair he was sat on while talking to Lois. "What's the charity event? Not naked painting classes again is it? Don't fancy more gossip about my body around the office." He rolled his eyes. Lois looked amused.
"Don't worry, you won't need to take your clothes off. Unless the date goes well." 'Date?' Clark thought to himself. Almost like she could read his mind she added. "Yep, you heard me, a date. I figured it was time you moved on." It had been a few months since Clark and Lois decided to part ways. With Clark being Superman it made things hard on Lois, with her dating the guy it made her a target to the supervillains that found out their secret. Also Lois was a career woman and Clark eventually wanted kids whereas Lois didn't as she believed the stereotype that a woman's career died after having kids. "…Okay. I can go on a date with a random stranger. Just hope it's not your sister that wins it." Clark chuckled before turning his attention to his desk.
Lois rolled her eyes before they lit up with joy. "Ah! Excuse me. I've just spotted someone I need to speak to and I'll enjoy the reaction from it." Lois walked over to the newest addition to the team. A young woman named Kelly. Clark watched the interaction until the postie came around, handing him a letter. For that split second he turned his gaze away Kelly let out a shriek in terror.
"Not Gotham. It's dangerous, I can't report anything from Gotham other than my obituary." She began to sob. Clark went to get out of his seat, but paused. As he noticed the letter he was handed was stamped with the Wayne family Sigil. Having it take a hold of his attention, he plopped his butt back down and opened the letter to read it.
'Clark, I have to let you know something, there's no easy way to say this. I need your help to protect Gotham. Soon I'll be away dealing with a developing problem that needs my attention. The citizens and thugs of Gotham will no doubt notice my absence. Things will get crazy on the streets. Those that run the underworld of Gotham will no doubt make a power play.
My kids aren't ready to take on Gotham without me. They need someone with a strong sense of justice and heroism to guide them to being the best they can. Only a few will know where I've disappeared to. I'm dealing with the League of Assassins. Talia Al Ghul has a plan that can stop them from destroying the world and needs my help to do it. Some will be annoyed I'm helping her, but her heart is in the right place. You of all people would know what that means in the dark world we live in.
Burn this letter once read.
Bruce Wayne.'
Clark looked left. Clark looked right. He then shoved the letter in his briefcase and rushed towards the exit before being stopped by Lois. "In a rush?" She asked, perking a brow at him. Knowing it was a Superman emergency. Clark adjusted his glasses.
"Got to get myself ready for the charity date." He replied before slipping into the lift, going to the ground floor. Lois threw her hands up in a shrug.
"It needs to be won by a reader first!" She shook her head only to huff. "…Idiot."
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Reader Who Doesn't Know How to React to Gifts, pt2
I had someone ask for a part 2 and I wanted a part 2 so enjoy! Also, I'm back! Thank you to everyone that has waited patiently for their requests to be answered! I will get to them shortly. By the end of today I will have posted them. Thank you again!
Plot: Characters with a s/o reader who doesn't know how to reader to gifts
Characters:(In order) Arataki Itto, Ayato, Thoma, Kazuha
Warning: Not proofread. if there are any major mistakes please let me know!
Arataki Itto  
You would both battle with beetles so he went around all over Inazuma looking for the perfect beetle for you so you could start your own team since you were borrowing his  
And when he finally found one he came over to you excitedly with the beetle inside a little cage. He offered it up to you and you stood there for a while, trying to register what was happening  
After a while he cocked his head to the side and called out your name. You snapped out of it and reached for the cage, giving him a tense "thanks"  
This surprised him. He thought you'd be a little more excited so he took the gift back, saying how he'll get you a better one. You stopped him quickly, a blush on your face as you looked down saying how you were simply at ta lost for word 
"Don't worry about that around me! Just be 100% real with me alright?" 
Ayato  
I feel like he would give you so many gifts, trying to see what you prefer, but the expression you gave him were never the ones he had hoped for. Your smiles always seemed forced and not genuine  
But later o she'd see you appreciating the gift such as wearing something he bought you or using them with a happy smile. After studying you for longer he figured it was that you weren't the best at accepting gifts  
And he was completely fine with that. He never brought it up to you or confronted you. Instead he'd have his maids leave it in front of your door or leave it at your stand 
He figured this way he could watch your genuine happy smiles when you opened the gifts as he watched you from afar  
"That's a new outfit, isn't it? You look beautiful in it my love."  
Thoma  
Thoma wouldn't buy you gifts, instead, he'd make you gifts. Such as cooking you a special dinner, making you matching clothes to wear, and such. He really put in extra effort into this and he loved giving them to you, no matter your reaction.  
But he noticed you often felt uncomfortable whenever you were accepting the gift, and of course he believed that communication was very important in a relationship.  
So he asked you and when oyu explained, he kinda felt bad. All this time he was making you feel uncomfortable and he didn't even notice until later on. He tried to apologize, but you'd assure him that there was nothing to apologize for.  
You'd have to explain a bit more in depth saying how you didn't want to overreact and seem weird or under react and seem rude, so it always came off as awkward.  
"Oh...well I don’t mind either way. But you do like them right? :)" 
Kazuha  
Kazuha would write you poems, songs and haikus. He would also read them out to you or let you read it to yourself depending on what it was. And whenever you'd read it he noticed and the first time he did, he immediately had to ask.  
He's pretty straightforward so he'd simply ask if you don't like it or why you feel uncomfortable. You'd explain that you simply didn't know how to react in a way that would make him happy or satisfied  
Ever since then, he would leave you the poems in placed you'd past often such as taped to the mirror or on your pillow.  
If it was a song he'd usually sing it to you, but he'd make sure you were comfortable during it such as dancing with you as he sang or if you play a musical instrument asking if you can play it along with the song.  
" I wish you would have told me about this sooner. As long as you enjoy them, I am content with any reaction you'd like to give."  
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