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giorno-plays-piano · 4 months

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Thorns In His Mouth

Part VII

Pairing: fae!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: obsession, dubious consent, minor character death, drugs (neither reader nor Steve are involved), slight eating disorder, mentions of tumor, high tech elves.

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Maybe it was a good idea to chat with a waitress a bit more once she brought you your order. Perhaps she could at least tell you with whom you should speak because you simply couldn’t force yourself to look at others, most of them already high, shouting something loudly or laughing or weeping. You could constantly hear the flapping of someone’s wings, weird whispers and noises, and the sound of boots and hooves that made your hair stand on end.

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"But where are we going?" You hurried after the elf who was walking way too fast on his goddamn perfectly long legs.

"My friend is a phooka who doesn't like sunlight much," Steve said, turning his face to you but not slowing down. "Since magic costs us too much in your world, not many fae can afford constant glamour. And phookas don't exactly look like humans, so he has to hide where not many people can see him."

Oh. You hadn't thought of that. Phookas were black-haired cat-like - or goat-like? - creatures, as far as you remembered from a book about Celtic fairies you've had as a child. It would be incredibly hard not to freak out if you suddenly saw one in the middle of the city.

Poor creature. Where was it living? How hard it would be to not only be unable to use magic, but also communicate with pretty much anyone at all with an exception of fellow faes? Steve, on the other hand, looked perfectly human even with his strange face and piercing blue eyes, his ears perfectly normal. Was he using glamour?

He seemed to be amused with your expression as he laughed, extending his hand to you so you could walk close instead of dragging behind him.

"Do you use glamour to change the shape of your ears?" You blurted out, unable to keep silent to satisfy your curiosity, and then shame bubbled up inside you as you realized it was a too personal question to ask a literal stranger. Nevertheless, you took his hand when his fingers brushed against yours.

His gaze warmed up. "I do. What, do you want me to oblige you and show you their true form?"

"No, no pleasure, I'm sorry! I don't know why I asked that."

"It's a shame," the elf winked at you. "I'd ask you for a wish in exchange."

Warmth crept into your cheeks: was Steve flirting with you just now? Or was it his fae nature showing itself? The fair folk were supposed to be overly playing - or utterly horrifying. Steve, you thought, was likely both.

Turning to the left, away from the bus station with a long queue of tired students nervously clutching their Ipads and Iphones, you followed the Watcher with your eyes on the road instead of looking at him. It never came to your mind that he considerably slowed down his pace so you could keep up with it, his palm warming yours as he held it gently. You missed his intent stare as he stopped smiling, and his eyes flashed oddly.

"Your first lesson," he finally said after a couple of minutes, breaking the awkward silence. "Don't ever bargain with a fae if it demands a wish in return. Always try to propose something first. Give it something valuable, but what you're ready to part with."

"Like my earrings?"

There's a faint smile on his full lips, "Like your earrings."

"But what if I really need to bargain with a fae, and it wants nothing else but a wish?"

Steve abruptly stopped, and you nearly fell down the ground if he didn't catch you, steading you with his unbearably hot palms on your shoulders, towering over you, his expression somber.

"You NEVER bargain with that fae," he said, and your knees started to tremble out of nowhere when he squeezed your shoulders tight. "Never. Come find me, and I will trade something else with you to help."

There's something dangerous in the way his lips crooked, but you continued staring at his face, anyway, like a snake charmer at a cobra - except it was you being controlled, his voice a low command.

"There has always been plenty of malicious fae even in Sacred lands, but many turned worse in exile. You will never guess which one is which, and you don't want to know what they'll do to you if you give them a chance."

"But... but weren't fair folk forbidden from harming us?" Your voice trembled a little, and Steve blew out a little breath, his thumbs drawing circles through the fabric of your blouse to comfort you, probably, after he stopped painfully squeezing your shoulders.

"When you give them a wish, you hand them the power over you. Do that, and the law will no longer work in your favor."

It was a rule #1, perhaps the most important one among the long list of other rules you were given when dealing with the little folk. Never have you ever allowed a fae to ask you for a wish since then, promising yourself you wouldn't waste your own life even for your mother. There was always a different way, Steve said, glancing down at you as he towered far above you. Sacrifices, whatever their nature, rarely led to anything good in the end.

By the time he walked down the stairs to enter the nearest metro station, you realized you had a very vague picture of a place you were going to, immediately asking the elf where he was planning to take you. Why were you leaving fae's part of the city? Did some creatures live outside it? Was it far? Was it a dangerous place, too?

The man was chuckling again at a limitless number of questions you could ask without drawing a second breath. "You were a worrier, weren't you?" He asked, and your cheeks grew hot with embarrassment.

"He lives close," he finally said, motioning to the metro tration. "And no place is dangerous as long as you're with me. You might get nervous, though. It's dark and dirty there."

Dark and dirty? Was it, like, some sort of a cave.

Looking at the growing smile of the elf, you suddenly realized why he was taking you down the metro station. Dear God, that's where that hairy phooka lived, right? Somewhere on an abandoned metro line or between the stations where no one but rats would see him, and so he wouldn't need glamor.

It all felt like some sort of urban legend.

You didn't have it in you to stop, knowing your mysterious friend was expecting results in return for his earnest work, but when Steve was helping you jump over the protective fence right on the tracks, you squeezed his hand, breathing heavier.

"Can I hold your hand, please? This place gives me the creeps," you smiled nervously at him, and Steve let out a loud laugh in his typical fashion, grasping your shoulder.

"You weren't scared of coming to a place full of drug addicts and all sorts of scum, but the metro scares you?" He helped you up when you had finally jumped down, barely believing you were really doing it, your anxity amping up. "Don't fret, you lovely little thing. I know this place better than anyone. I've lived here for many long years myself."

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Tags: @heavenly1927 @yazzzmints @devils-blackrose @lost-and-founds @kennafild @toodlesxcuddles @shygardengalaxy @heimtathurs @moonlightazriel @tsujifreya @lilithmoon92 @greenowlfactif @minshookie29 @nina2697 @youngdreamer3214 @jsrblue

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #mcu fanfiction #mcu #captain america #dark steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers #yandere

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missbunnybunny · 1 year

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Someone come get Widow! Cursing, dark humor I believe. Someone put Widow on a leash. Both Widow and I can't cook SMH. Spelling errors cuz I can't spell, Enjoy the madness living in my head rent-free. Thank you for reading 🙇🏽‍♀️. What is going on here!?! Price is having a heart attack in the background. Why is widow climbing the walls?!?

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Widow: könig, are you a tree?

König: umm no?

Widow: cuz I wanna climb ya.

König: 😳 I-

Widow: ☺️hehe

*Ghost hitting Widow on the side of the head with a newspaper* bad Widow, down girl.

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* Random stranger* come on sweetheart just a lil bite, sharing is caring.

Widow: am not caring thus am not sharing. * continues to eat her cake*

*Random stranger* But-

*Widow pulls out her gun* ask me again and I'll be sharing somethin' else with ya.

* never try to take a woman's last piece of 🍰 she just might kill for it.*

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*Widow in cute clothes all happy*

*creepy dude trying to flirt* hey, beautiful 😍.

*Widow smiling happily* Yes? 😊

*Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and König in the background. Scary dog privilege ACTIVATED*

(Not gonna lie this shit would scare me if I saw it at night)

*Creppy dude* N-nothing. * runs for his life*

Widow: huh weird... * looking behind her*

*Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and König returning to normal* 🙂

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Graves: am gonna do it, am gonna jump.

Ghost: do a flip.

Widow: can I go home now , his an attention whore. This is like the 4th time this week.😒

*Price in a panic*: the fuck is happening here?!?😦

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* Widow on a mission*: I don't think this is safe.

Ghost:...😐😑😐

Soap: widow-

Gaz: bitc- Widow we are in a battlefield.

Widow: oh yeah.....right. whoops, my bad. Hehe...😅😅

Soap: widow, are you sure you didn’t hit your head?

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*Widow annoyed at graves * trigger warning am pulling my trigger.

Graves: what-

Ghost: Approved

*Widow shoots graves in the leg, but misses by an inch*

Widow: next time ya talk so much shit I'll go for ya jewels.

Graves: I was just asking you on a date?!?

Widow: live up to ya name and Phil a grave soon. You know like the dig-ya-own grave type of humor.😒

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*Widow hiting her toe on a table* : coño, maldita mesa del diablo. ( fuck, fucking Table from hell)

Gaz: you good, there?

Widow: si, am good. (Yes) * no, she is not. She shaking and planing the tables death*

The table: I was the one assaulted here!?! Why you cursing at me for?!?

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Alejandro: olle Widow. Got you some empanada! (Hey)

Widow: is this heaven...??🥹

Ghost: so you did remember to bribe her with food, Smart.

Alejandro: yup.

*Widow enjoying her food like a child* ✨️☺️✨️ kicking and swinging her feet.

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*Widow standing at the door looking at könig*

*König cooking*

Widow: I love a man that can cook.😍

Soap: yeah, cuz ya would burn down the whole base. 😒

Widow: I would not! ( Yes, yes she would 🚨🚒🔥)

Soap: remember last time?

Widow:

Widow: hehe...😅 * she gave everyone trauma with her cooking skills*

Soap: see, you're a danger to the kitchen. * Nah she's a danger to the world when she cooks🤣 *

(I think I had way too much fun writing the introduction😂)

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#ghost call of duty #gen z shit #ghost x reader #könig cod #cod modern warfare #cod price #gaz cod #ghost mw2 #könig x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro mw2 #soap x reader #soap call of duty #soap cod #gaz x reader #gaz mw2 #cod graves #graves mw2 #gen z things

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kitkatopinions · 10 months

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If yang is treated like an awful sister in volume 9 and her paying attention to blake and ignoring ruby is treated as a flaw and was called out for said flaw how you feel about that?

I think in general, I completely agree with the people calling Yang an awful sister in Volume 9. I've heard every defense imaginable for why she was acting the way she was acting in V9, but really, Ruby's growing breakdown and her suffering was obvious. Like Ruby quite literally fainted from her trauma, and went through almost the whole volume in uncharacteristic gloom while showing complete disinterest in trying to get back her once beloved weapon, only having small two second moments of happiness here and there that quickly got crushed, being self-deprecating, hunching in on herself, trying not to fall apart, and then she had a panic attack during the fight with Neo's Jabberwalkers at the Paper Pleaser's village, and.... Yang was doing what? Not noticing.

Giggling and flirting, and smarting off and rolling her eyes, and having a grand old time in her fights, and dismissing it when Ruby did start to talk about her regrets by saying it's like Ironwood. Yeah, Yang shows some minor concern sometimes before Ruby's breakdown, but to me it felt like less concern than one of my coworkers had shown one time that I was sick at work and they had to drive me home. It didn't feel like the care a good older sister would show to a traumatized and clearly struggling beloved younger sister, it felt like the passing obligatory sympathy a stranger would show to another stranger if they found them crying at a bar. Like 'Oh are you okay? Yeah? Okay, if you're sure. I'll get back to my friend group.' And then you just move on and try to have fun for the rest of the night. That's how Yang prior to Ruby's breakdown feels to me.

Then while Ruby's having her breakdown, what does Yang do?

Yang 1. treats Ruby like a threat to Blake and glares at her. 2. does absolutely nothing to console Ruby or protest her words in any way. 3. does absolutely nothing when Jaune starts yelling in her face victim blaming her for things outside of her control and essentially saying she's not allowed to feel bad things or express that she feels bad things while she's standing there crying. 4. Doesn't immediately run after her when she takes off alone in a dangerous chaos world after she just demonstrated that she might not be able to fight, is clearly emotionally compromised, and being actively targeted by Neo who just made it even more clear that she's gunning directly for Ruby. 5. Gets angry like "how could she be kinda mean to me? Why couldn't she talk to me even though I shot her down the one time she expressed negative feelings to me? Ugh she's so impossible, not being one hundred percent okay after the death of her friend and being upset that I'm treating this like a romantic fun getaway while she's spiraling into an obvious breakdown that I didn't notice at all."

And then when Ruby ascends, Yang is like beaming away hugging Jaune like five minutes later? And when she sees Ruby in the tree, she's at least somewhat affected - although still much less than I'd want her to be, like compare Yang seeing Ruby in the tree to when the Doctor in Doctor Who thought he lost Rose for the first time, or Jack Harkness when Rose "dies" in front of him (since they didn't even know each other that long,) or Martha the first time Jack "dies" in front of her despite the fact that it was the first time she'd seen him, or Rose the first time Jack "dies" in front of her, or Amy and the Doctor the first time Rory "dies" in front of them, or Amy and the Doctor the second time Rory "dies" in front of them- You get the point. Yang is supposed to be Ruby's sister, but her reactions go between limited and not nearly emotional enough to near non-existent, and we're supposed to buy it as the single most caring and loving older sister that raised Ruby on her own and just loves her oh so much? I don't buy it.

Especially because Yang then completely ignores all the suffering Ruby's been through and how Ruby explicitly said she didn't want to be treated like a perfect girl with all the answers and didn't want to be the leader anymore, and was like "oh yeah Ruby is our perfect leader who never doubts herself and never shows weakness and has never been confused a day in her life." How am I supposed to think of Yang as a caring older sister when she completely ignores Ruby and disregards what she says and what she needs, in order to over-rely on her? Volume 9 made Yang look like a terrible sister tbh.

I will clarify: The problem isn't 'Yang gives Blake attention,' it's that the writers can't seem to write both 'Yang gives Blake attention, cares about her, and loves her as a romantic partner' and 'Yang gives Ruby attention, cares about her, and loves her as a sister.' They tend to push Ruby and Yang's relationship to the back and focus on Blake and Yang's relationship when they could and should be focusing on both sets of dynamics. Because of how much Ruby's relationship with Yang is shoved to the side and Blake and Yang's is emphasized, it does make it feel like Yang cares much more about Blake than she does about Ruby - coupled with things like Yang protectively stepping in front of Blake when Ruby is upset or even earlier, her pulling Blake out of the house with apathy in V6 while Ruby was still in the building and Qrow was passed out drunk on the counter. But the problem isn't 'Yang is written to care about Blake' it's that it feels like the writers only write her to care about Blake and don't care about her other dynamics, which makes it feel like she doesn't really care about Ruby that much at all.

It's very sad, because one of the reasons I originally loved Yang was that I connected with her as an older sister. I love my younger sister very much, I would do anything for her, I want to protect her, but I also think of her as very strong and able to protect herself, similar to how Yang acted in the first five seasons. Yang was one of my absolute favorite characters in RWBY - if not my number one favorite - partially because of how good it felt to see a sibling relationship where they loved and cared about each other and prioritized each other. Now I'm really struggling to like Yang's character at all, and a big reason for that is that it no longer feels like she really cares that much about Ruby. So yeah. XD

TL;DR: I actually completely agree with the people saying Yang is being a bad sister, and her ignoring Ruby is totally a flaw that I'd call out.

#rwde #canoncrit yang xiao long

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jksprincess10 · 1 year

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can I request Javier x fem reader meeting at the airport, he’s there to pick up Steve and she is there because she just left her own country? They meet at the airport bar, you do the rest!! Thank you :)

I don't know if you expected something like this, but I hope you still like it. It's very angsty.

CW: Canon violence, smoking, alcohol, Javi and reader are assholes, death, suspenseful ending.

“Why are you here?”

The sudden voice of a masculine voice startled you. You turned your head to look at him. Fancy shirt, tight pants, sunglasses loosely sitting in his pocket. Pretty brown eyes, long lashes, a mustache that was well taken care of. He had a whiskey glass in hand.

“Is this an interrogatory?” You asked as you laid back in your chair. You didn’t want to show your fear; you knew Columbia was dangerous.

“Just wondering what a pretty girl was looking for in this god-forsaken country.” He said as he leaned his arm against the wooden bar. His gaze followed each of your movements, like you were some kind of prey.

“I’m here for a friend.”

You gave him half-truths. Your friend had fallen hard in the arms of drugs since she came here for family. She was with the wrong people, and she was working as a prostitute to make ends meets. You were here to watch over her or try to get her out of here.

“You?” You asked innocently.

“Picking up a fresh gringo.”

“I see.” You looked at the time, your friend Isabella should be outside, waiting for you. “I have to go.”

“Be careful, beautiful.”

You gave him a last look, before you disappeared.

Isabella’s appartement was such a mess, you could barely stay. You tried to convince her to stay at your hotel with you, but she refused. She feared anything bad would happen to you.

Turns out she was working for Escobar’s cartel; they were her all her regulars. They paid well, but she burned everything in drugs.

You watched the train crash from afar.

Until someone found you and found a way to get your friend out of this situation. You had been given a name, Javier Pena, and a number. On the phone, you told him where to meet you, and that you had information on Escobar’s next trip, where he would bring all his favorite hookers. You were scared for Isabella, but you couldn’t go with her.

You were hoping the DEA agents could follow them and stop this.

You waited in the lobby of your hotel when you saw the familiar stranger you had met at the airport. You frowned…could he be...? He confirmed it when he came to you and showed you his badge.

“Nice to see you again, airport stranger.” He smiled. “Where can we talk safely?”

He closed the door to your hotel room and made sure it was all safe, before you both sat in the cozy armchairs in your room.

“I had a feeling you were some kind of officer.” You said.

He offered you a cigarette, but you refused, and you watched as he lit one for himself.

“So, tell me what you know.” He said as he brought the cigarette to his lips.

“Escobar is bringing his favorite prostitutes to Miami. He’s thinking of doing some kind of… big reunion. Important names are gonna be there. I… I just want my friend to be safe. Please. Can you get her out of this?” As you kept talking, your voice was getting shakier.

“I’ll do everything that I can, I promise.”

“I don’t want you to do just everything that you can, Javier, I want you to save her.”

The agent put his hand on your knee, and you followed his gesture with your watery eyes.

“I’ll put your friend under informant protection, but she has to accept.”

“She won’t.”

“I’m sorry, then, hermosa… Some of our contacts will follow them to Miami and ensure little casualties are done. But I can’t guarantee anything.” Javier crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, before getting up. “I wish I would’ve seen you again in other circumstances.”

“I’m not in the mood for flirting.” You scoffed. “Please, leave.”

He nodded and left after leaving you his information.

Days later, in the early hours of the morning, you heard a knock on the door of your hotel room. You put on your dressing gown, and looked through the peeking hole to see Javier standing there. You opened the door and let him in, before locking it after him.

“Do you have news from the operation in Miami?”

“Yes… you may want to sit down.”

But you refused. Instead, you took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for yourself, your intense gaze following his guilty face.

“It didn’t go as planned. There were… a lot of casualties. Your friend… was hurt in the process and died before we could do anything.”

You were stuck between anger, sadness and intense grief. With your free arm, you pushed Javier against the nearest wall, and he lifted his arms in capitulation.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly.

You took out your cigarette from your mouth and let the smoke hit his face.

“Your excuses won’t change the fact that you failed, agent Pena.”

Before he could respond, you heard the familiar sounds of gunshots. The window of your room broke in pieces, and Javier yelled at you to get down. He took out his gun and shot back, as he helped you get out of the room. You should’ve never gotten yourself into this.

#javier pena x reader #javier pena #writing requests #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena angst #i kinda hate it im sorry

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inky-snowdrop · 10 months

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Love Is Love

A 2023 L.G.B.T+ Aesthetic Collection

Day 18 • Erron Black is Bisexual!

Day 17 • Day 19

👇🏽 Pride Headcanons Below! 👇🏽

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This cowboy is flirty as fuck! If you can walk, talk, and fight, then Erron will 100% try to seduce you. He almost can't help it; He's literally always been like this and being charming is just second nature to him. Even in the Old West, Erron flirted with every man (especially those dirty, rotten outlaws) and woman (especially those guntottin' sharpshootin' church ladies) that he met. Has this gotten him into trouble in the past? Yes. Does he regret ever taking a chance on a lonely stranger? Hell nah.

The danger of fucking someone who could potentially kick his ass into the next century is a HUGE turn on for Erron Black. He wants to fuck someone that is his equal or better than him in kombat. It's a perverse thrill to skate the line between lust and danger; Cheating death is Erron's favorite hobby. Also he's got a blood kink, and enjoys being on the giving (getting HIS blood sucked) side of the equation. Don't believe me? Just ask Nitara and Skarlet 😉🩸

It's no surprise that Erron Black has a hardon for almost everyone in the Mortal Kombat Franchise (I don't blame him), but it would also not surprise me if he's actually been intimate with a good chunk of them. And, on top of that, I headcanon that he's slept with almost all of his employers and/or co-workers. Not because he was forced to or anything, but literally because he thought it would being exciting to see what these powerful people would be like in bed (and to silently judge them if they are lacking). Also... People are pretty vulnerable when they are fucking, and there's been a few times Erron Black has used that information to his advantage... And before anyone asks, yes, Erron is a switch and he's damn fucking proud of it too.

Like the true bisexual that he is, Erron literally has no preference in gender. None. He also has no preference in species, so honestly, he could fall under the pansexual umbrella as well... But don't try to explain all that shit to him as it would literally go right over his head. He barely understands what the LGBTQ is (thanks to the Kombat Kids).

We all know that Erron is a casanova and it is highly unlikely that he would settle down for anyone, but if he were to find someone that was different then all his other one hit wonders, he'd be willing to ease out of his mercenary lifestyle. He'd want to live in Outworld (away from all the negative memories of his past in Earthrealm) and probably far away from other people. Maybe he'd create the equivalent of a horse farm and train animals for long distance travel. He would not want kids, so that's not in the cards, but he'd be willing to have a pet of some kind. He could be content with his lover, but... There will always be something missing for him. The need to roam and move would always nag him. A good partner for him would recognize this and indulge in his needs, traveling with him or letting him do his own thing for a while. Someone who didn't get it... Would eventually get left behind.

If Erron had to pick a song to describe his sexuality, he'd pick: Ex's & Oh's by Elle King

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95cest · 11 months

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1. are u good with ur hands? are u better at practical stuff like fixing things, crafting-type stuff, or fine arts?

2. what are ur feelings on the beach

3. how do u deal w/ bugs in the house

4. have u ever experienced a death in the family that actually mattered to u

5. how quickly do u generally pick up new skills or knowledge? are u better at learning "book" knowledge or hands on stuff

6. what are u sleeping habits? can u fall asleep anywhere or do u need total silence and darkness type of thing? would u feel comfortable sharing a bed with a stranger?

7. do u have any genuinely irrational fears or phobias? did something cause it?

8. describe your dream house

9. if u were strongly outnumbered in a fight but u were genuinely in the right and like ur point was super valid would u stand ur ground or run away

10. how do u feel about your body

11. if u were shipwrecked on a deserted island, how long would u survive

12. do u have tattoos/piercings and do they have any particular meanings

13. how well can u cook? do u like it? WOULD u like it if u could?

14. would u rather travel all around the world but not have an actual home, or stay in your home town with family and friends but never leave the state

15. ur in a burning room and u can only save 1 thing: $1,000,000 or a living animal

16. how do u show affection

17. do you like fashion/do you like the way you dress

18. do you wanna be famous? if u WERE famous what would it be for

19. how do u react to people u don't like flirting w u

20. is loyalty or morality more important

21. do u believe in ghosts?

22. off the top of ur head what is ur best and wirst quality (say the first thing that comes to ur brain)

23. are u the type of person to correct someone's grammar while they're speaking

24. would u prefer to live alone or with roommtes

25. how fast do u think u could solve a rubiks cube be honest

26. ur held at gunpoint and forced to participate in a cosplay convention, who r u being

27. what would be ur 3 genie wishes

28. what is your biggest 1) personality and 2) physical insecurity

29. if u woke up one day and were in a male body what would u do

30. do u feel like u fit in w ur culture

31. u are watching someone be bullied firsthand what do u do

32. are u susceptible to peer pressure? are u susceptible to family pressure?

33. u have to live in an alternate universe, where r u going (like marvel, naria, whatevs)

34. did you have a favorite stuffed animal, blanket, doll, etc. as a child? do u still have it/when did u stop using it?

35. if u were given $1,000 dollars to spend on things for ur own entertainment what would u do

36. how would u describe ur own appearance? do u think u have a skewed perception of urself or do u think u accurately know urself

37. do u have any bad habits or compulsions

38. is there anyone you'd truly be willing to die for

39. do u think ur charismatic or does it take time for people to warm up to u ? why do u think this is?

40. what are the longest romantic and platonic relationships you've had

41. what's something u never go anywhere without (don't say phone or wallet lame-o)

42. name ur favorite fictional character from a) tv show b) movie c) book

43. name a fictional character that u think is a lot like u whether or not u like them

44. are u a spender or a saver

45. have u ever gotten in trouble w the law

46. is there anything in history ur super interested in

47. if u lived in a magic world what would u be

48. do u think ur self-aware (this is an ironic question bc a self-unaware peson would have no idea whether or not they are aware)

49. would u put yourself in danger to help a stranger

50. what is the most useless thing you would buy if u could

51. how do u react to conflict (physical and emotional)

52. what's ur ideal vacation

53. are u athletic

54. are u a thinker or a doer ? would u rather plan an idea or actually do it

55. do u take unnecessary risks? do u get into trouble often?

56. do u act differently around strangers compared to around friends? how dramatic is the difference?

57. do u cheat when playing card/board games

58. how do u react to frustration

59. do u get worked up easily

60. have u ever fainted or been unconscious

61. can u easily entertain urself

62. are u good at staying in touch w people/calling/texting?

63. do u prefer playing games at amusement parks or going on rides

64. are u clumsy or coordinated

65. do u have any special nicknames

66. what is the worst physical injury you've encountered

67. how would u react if someone tried to rob ur house while u were there

68. are u patient? are u patient w EVERYONE?

69. whats ur first email address

70. ur webkinz user?

71. do u have any scars and what r they from

72. how well do u handle ur emotions? do u breakdown often?

73. do u like receiving gifts in front of others or does it make u shy

74. do u spend a lot of time on grooming

75. what's the most expensive thing you bought yourself

76. who do u tell your secrets to? and who do u tell other people's secrets to? do u tell other people's secrets even if they tell u not to?

77. what's something petty that makes you mad

78. what are your pet peeves

79. what's something important you look for in a friend

80. what do you try to steer clear of in a friend

81. a job you could NEVER do

82. if you had to choose a career path that has nothing to do with what you're doing now what would it be

83. ugliest color combo you can think of

84. if u were a fantasy villain whats ur weapon on choice

85. who is a celebrity you are attracted to but you can't really explain why

86. a show or movie u love but people make fun of u for

87. which divergent faction would u actually be in vs. what faction would u want to be in

88. have you ever witnessed a crime or an arrest being made

89. what gives you butterflies

90. tell any fun memory that comes to ur head rn

91. name your top 3 favorites singers (purely from voice not music)

92. if u were planning a music festival for urself who would ur headliners be

93. if u were planning a music festival for the public who would ur headliners be

94. what's a stupid or silly thing u do when no one is looking

95. what's a red flag of yours

96. what are u a hypocrite about

97. where is a place you will never go back to

98. ur famous. ur doing a press tour and u need to select a talk show to promote ur newest project which one would you choose and why

99. if u were a cartoon character what animation style would u be drawn in

100. pick 3 things that you genuinely love about yourself and wouldn't change

101. 3 things about yourself that u want to brag about but never get the chance to

102. explain something that pisses you off when you think about it, no matter how small

103. rant about something you really need to complain about

104. longest grudge you've ever held?

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Here's to the end of the first series I ever made and one of the first requests I was ever given!! 🥳🥳

A!Yuna marking her S/O O!reader

Requested : ✔️

Reader : Gn

Tw : marking, blood, pain (but only after the line), some strangers flirt with reader and others stare in attraction which might make some uncomfortable

"Ohhhh, look this one's close to the edge!!" You exclaim placing you coin pot ontop of the arcade slot machine. Picking up a few coins, you start playing and trying to push the key chain prize over the edge while your girlfriend watches on holding you from behind. It doesn't matter that you're not really paying attention to her. Yuna's just happy to be there with you, cuddling you, head on your shoulder and a calming smile on her face.

Yuna doesn't get many moments like this. She doesn't get many moments to just be with you and be on a date together. "Eghnnnn~" Your little whine snaps Yuna out of her little daze and back to you. "I'm nearly out of coins but it's so close.... Do you mind going to get some more?" Nodding and giving you one last hug, Yuna tips the few remaining coins out onto the machine top and walks off with the cup to the convertor.

What she didn't expect was you to show up behind her less than a minute later with the last 2 coins in your hand. Confused, Yuna looks over her shoulder at you and asks "Did you win it?" Dejected, you shake your head (no). "Then why are you here?" At this point the machine has finished dispensing all the coins so Yuna picked up the pot and began leading you back with an arm round your waist. You wanted to explain... You really did... But you weren't sure how, words had completely failed you and the time it took meant it was too late to do anything.

"Oh, hey! I knew you'd come back!" The alpha that had been bothering you had clearly been keeping an eye out for your return. Yuna's arm tightened around you quietly. She didn't want to say anything just yet, instead choosing to silently observe and sus out this alpha's intentions before she acts. "I guarded it for you so you could get the prize you wanted." They said with a smile. You're nervous to step any closer to the previous machine but the gentle pats on the back by Yuna encouraged you. You stepped up to the machine and start playing the coins far less comfortably than before but at least Yuna had placed herself between you and the alpha.

Despite Yuna's presence, they kept trying to talk to you. Even to the point of leaning round Yuna to try and view you better. They seemed to completely miss Yuna's death galres and pushed on past the scenting Yuna was doing. Nothing was working, you were getting even more uncomfortable and your desire for the prize was dwindling rapidly. So you drop a handful of coins back into the pot (startling Yuna slightly from the stare out she was giving) and gently tugged on her arm whispering. "I don't want it anymore, let's find another."

Yuna's slightly disappointed that you both couldn't stand up to this alpha but her priority is making you comfortable so if you want to leave, you'll leave. The alpha tried to follow but Yuna had enough. She spun round in place and growled, making clear that this omega is hers and to back off. Thankfully, they did and you continued your little arcade date. You did manage to win a few little things in the end but it was kind of nullified by Yuna's presence. It wasn't her fault so you didn't blame her but that alpha had put her on edge. She was constantly looking out for 'dangers' or anymore flirtatious people and trying to ward them away with her aura. You know it was just her alpha nature kicking in but it ruined the mood for you. So you decided on going home.

Your apartment wasn't far away and, after the short walk back, you were back inside the comfort of your home. "Why do alpha's do that!?" Back inside the comfort of your home for Yuna to rant away. "Was it not obvious!? Did I not do enough!? What else can I do!?" With a sulky huff, Yuna turns to the kitchen to grab a snack. You opt to sit on the couch, turn on the TV and wait for her return. Despite her being out the room though, you could still hear Yuna grumbling things to herself quietly and they got louder when she baby stomped her way back in.

Pout and all, she continued as you snuggled up with her. "I hate it when you get attention like that. I mean of course I think you're beautiful and I love that other people can see that too but I just want people to know you're taken without it causing issues..... But there's nothing else we can do about it." You'd sat and listened quietly to your girlfriend's ramblings but the last phrase triggered something in you.

You can't lie. You'd been thinking about taking the next step with Yuna. In fact you couldn't stop thinking about it. Every time Yuna came up in conversation, in thoughts or in person, you couldn't help the thought of being marked by her making an appearance too. It was like a nervous excitement every time and you really hoped Yuna would bring it up at some point. That hadn't happened. But this was close enough. And so with a burst of confidence.

"There is something else we could do..."

Your eyes consciously avoid, your body immediately tenses and your lip is nervously bitten. You feel Yuna shift so her body is more turned towards you but she doesn't say anything. Not for a few seconds anyway. "Are you saying.....?" Neither of you wanted to be the first to confirm what you were both thinking, too nervous that the other might not be thinking it. So Yuna gently grabs your chin and encourages eye contact.

That's all the words you needed to say. Silent words. Simple glances. That's all that was needed. You both knew.

You both meet in the middle as your lips crash together. Smiling like idiots through the kiss as Yuna re-positions you onto your back and leans over you. Pulling back, she looks down onto your neck with a massive grin showing off her bunny teeth. Her eyes trail back up to meet yours and she asks for reassurance. "You sure?" You say nothing first and just lean up to kiss her gently. As you pull back you answer.

"I've actually been thinking about you marking me for a while now. I was just too scared to bring it up." Yuna's eyes seem to light up as you talked and her response tells you why. "I've wanted to mark you for so long but I didn't know how you would feel about it!!" Letting out suprised giggles at the awkwardly funny situation you'd unknowingly been in, you share a few final kisses before getting yourself comfortable on the sofa and preparing.

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Slowly, Yuna leans down to your neck. Her head tilts at an angle. Her jaw opens up. Her eyes close in anticipation. She makes contact and very softly grazes at the skin. Not breaking into it. "I want to mark you there is that ok?" Her teeth had nipped at a spot almost dead center of your neck but just off to your left slightly. A spot clearly choosen for its visibility. You loved the idea of showing off your mark so you nod your head in approval.

Now quickly, Yuna leans down to your neck and makes contact. Very harshly biting into the skin. Leaving her mark for everyone to see. It's all over in a few seconds and Yuna's peppered kisses all over your neck and face make up for the pain. She held you close in comfort and showered you with love until you were ready.

When you were, Yuna asked you a question you were hoping for but not expecting. "Are you going to mark me in the same place?" Your eyed blew open in excitement and you blurted out a question in response. "You're ok with me marking you too!?" Mock offended, Yuna yells out. "Of course I am!!" With giant smiles you pull her back down onto you and tuck your face into her neck, aiming for the same spot as on you.

The same process repeats a second time over with reversed roles and the winces and whines of Yuna are over. You treat her the same as she treated you as she giggled away at the kisses tickling her. Finally, you stop and lay back to look your mate in the eyes. Your marked mate. In the end you just watch over each other for a while. Too high on love to find the words to speak but unable to take your loving eyes off of each other. The scenario you'd both been dreaming of was finally true.

#itzy yuna #itzy #yuna #omegaverse #itzy omegaverse #itzy imagines #itzy scenarios

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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wild one pt four | stranger things ; g.emerson

tag list babes || req rules + fandoms/characters; reqs open hcs nsfw/sfw abcs || got a req or ? || masterlist

CHAPTERS ;

one - two - three - can all be found by clicking. stranger things masterlist -that needs to be updated just a lil bit oopsie, that's here.

AUTHORS NOTES;

So this chapter kind of.. came out of several different ideas I had all at one time so I just combined them. I hope nobody wanted a really slow paced story because this one might not be that. Like I said yesterday, oops rip, this story has me in a chokehold rn. BUT.. i will be posting / updating other ones and uploading other content soon, I s2g. Also, the next chapter I'm seriously gonna try to do some of Gareth being a big brother bc I enjoy doing that.

I love you all so fucking much, you really don't know how much your interactions with my bullshit truly mean to me, I swear. You don't know how much the comments / reblogs and reblogs with tags / likes really do keep me motivated a lot of the time and I can't thank you enough. Thank you so so so so much.

SUMMARY;

-- cheerleaders and drummers don't mix... or do they?

PAIRING;

Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader, (beyond outfits / personality and having female parts currently and at birth, reader has no physical description)

Reader is a cheerleader / badgirl hybrid.. kinda?

WARNINGS;

Reader's car does do pretty well at throwing these two together here, swearing -lots of it, girls fighting / arguing + some really shitty takes on what's acceptable for reader to do as a cheerleader, it's hinted that reader has / does hitch rides now and then and all I can say is that it's the 80's and it was a different time / a small town.. Do not do this shit though it's dangerous, the world is definitely not the same as back then and I do not endorse hitchhiking. Mentions of an injury. Awkward flirting / little moments, if you squint, smoking -nicotine,rn and that's it.

TAGLIST;

@aurumbelis

@allelitesmut

@aries-arcade

@cole22ann

@ebonybloom

@heyaitsklaudia

@hcloangcls

@hoeshii

@icequeen1371

@krys-orion

@letsbedragonstogether

@louderfortheback

@musichealsscars

@secretsicanthideanymore

@scoobiessnacks

@thechoiceslookgrimm

@untitledarea - these are all the names on my stranger things taglist. if you'd like to be added, please click the link at the top of the post.

OTHER STUFF;

set in S4 but the Upside Down / Vecna / the other stuff and the deaths do not take place here. Gareth is 18 here, also. So is reader. This is slice of life -but I might take inspiration from some of the other parts of the show that happened (ie, the fight in Gareth's garage, maybe, idk yet.)

The loose timeline here is that this chapter is two/three days after the previous one. Oh and and.. my own bit of a turn on personally is in here. When a guy backs out a vehicle like this kinda.... iykyk.

The car absolutely won’t start. You’ve tried jumping it off, you’ve tried cranking it numerous times and nothing. You’ve threatened it, you’ve pleaded with it and still nothing…Not even the smallest hint of a sign of life from the engine. And any other day, this would be totally fine. But today is your fifth day of cheer camp and you woke up late to begin with.

You’re poking around under the hood and grumbling, with your dad’s wrench set open and sitting under the hood, one in your hand. Parts of you are just tempted to start wailing on the engine with the wrench in your hand, but you decide against it.

You’re already late enough. If you just go ahead and walk to Hawkins High now, you might not have to run until your legs fall off for the second day in a week. But you are your father’s daughter and you’re determined. This car is not going to best you.

You’re standing there with the wrench in your hand, raising swearing to an art form when a throat clears from nearby. When you go to look up, you hit your head against the raised hood and raise a hand, resting it against the top of your head.

Gareth Emerson is standing there, leaned against the streetlamp right beside your trailer. He nods to the car. “Something wrong?”

“This whole fucking car, basically. Having thoughts about just shoving it over the cliff up at the quarry.” you answer, dragging your hand against your forehead to wipe away sweat already starting to gather as you sit down the wrench and grumble to yourself that it’s totally fine, you never wanted to feel your legs again anyway.

Gareth doesn’t say anything, but he does chuckle to himself. You wander over to where he stands, leaning against the back of your car for a moment before hoisting yourself up to sit on it, packing the cigarettes you’d grabbed from beneath the hood and tearing the wrapper open with your teeth.

You hold out the pack to him and he takes one. You dig around until you find your red Zippo and flick it open, striking up a flame to light it. You slip off the hood and stop in front of him, lighting the cigarette between his lips. You put the lighter on the back of your car and exhale a plume of smoke as you lean back against it a little.

For a few seconds, neither of you really says anything.

“I should probably start walkin.” you say it with a laugh, “Because between the walk into town and the laps I’m going to be given for a second time this week, yeah… I’m gonna want to saw off my own legs.”

“I’m going that way.” it’s out before Gareth can stop it or take it back.

Your brow raises and you bite your lip, gazing at him. “It’s probably out of your way.”

“Just c’mon. So you’re not trying to hitch a ride again like I saw you doing outside Starcourt.”

And that damn tone. He says it so firmly. Blue eyes fixed on you expectantly. You can’t help but squirm a little as you feel your legs clench and your panties start to get just a little wet.

That fucking tone he's using on you, it’s a weakness you didn’t realize existed for you, it has to be because when you open your mouth with every intent to protest again -because you don’t want to further annoy him or anything like you seem to be so good at, instead of your usual resistance or the polite protest you intended, what comes out instead is a quietly uttered and softer spoken, “‘Kay.” as the bubble you’ve blown with the slice of gum you slipped into your mouth seconds ago pops loudly.. The answer you’ve just given him sounds more like Chrissy or Em than you and this has you blinking at yourself as you try to puzzle out where it came from exactly.

One of you has stepped closer to the other too, and you don’t remember moving at all. He makes himself taller and it feels like he could easily engulf you and you’re noticing how your forehead stops just above the center of his chest and this sends your mind racing. You’re trying to pull it together but nothing’s working because you’re too distracted by the scent of his shampoo, the way he keeps stepping closer, him, to really accomplish anything.

He reaches out before he can stop himself and he drags his hand across your forehead as he turns red in the face, flustered at the feel of your soft skin under his hand for a second time this week.

“You had grime on your forehead.” he clears his throat and then nods to his truck still sitting in Eddie’s yard. “C’mon. I was leaving anyway. I uh..” he raises a hand against the back of his head after thumping his cigarette into the middle of the rocky dirt road that leads into and out of Forest Hills and he stares at you a second or two, distracted, “I saw your hood raised.”

You swallow down a lump in your throat and again, you find yourself just full of compliance and it shocks you a little.

Chrissy and Em are the sweet little docile ones. They’re sugar, you’re spice. What you’re doing now isn’t what you’d normally do and the fact that somehow, you are, that has totally thrown you for a loop. He stops to glance back at you after realizing you’re still standing in place. “You comin?” he asks, a brow raised.

In that same tone. Firm.

Before he even realizes that he’s done it again, he’s said it just a little too firmly, a little too tense and he wants to kick himself because he doesn’t want you to think he hates you or anything and yet, every time he’s around you, he gets tense and it just happens. If it’s not his face, it’s obviously going to be the tone of his voice.

You’re walking over to his truck on autopilot and it registers that he’s done it a second time somehow around the same time your hand closes around a hot metal handle and you yank it away, hissing and shaking your hand, opening and closing it as you glance up and scowl at the bright blue sky overhead. “I miss the rain. And fall. I’d even be okay with snow right now.” you mumble, mostly to yourself and mostly because you’re still wrapping your head around what’s going on right now.

“Burn your hand?” he asks, gazing at the way you still have your hand against your chest while trying not to let his gaze linger a little too long or anything. You nod. “Yeah. It’s fine.” you shrug it off and get into his truck, settling into the passenger seat with your head leaned back against the headrest.

The truck starts and Gareth backs out of the driveway, not thinking about what he’s doing as he does it, slipping an arm across the seat so he can glance back instead of using the mirror. You’re trying not to stare or anything, but you can’t help it. A finger catches in the bottom of your left ponytail and you pop another gum bubble. He happens to glance right at you and you want the floorboards to open and suck you through, burning hot under his gaze. You’re quick to look down, staring intently at the short orange shorts you’re wearing for cheer camp with their green banding around the legs. Toying with the green strip quietly.

The tension is thick, it’s almost so that you can’t breathe. And it’s driving you crazy. The local rock station finally comes in clear enough that you hear one of your favorite Motorhead songs playing and you’re humming along, even thrashing your head around a little and you can feel the exact second his eyes fix on you beneath that one red light a block away from Hawkins High. He reaches out to lower the radio and you pop another bubble loudly. “Hey! Rude, I was listening to that.”

“You actually like this? It’s not just a defense mechanism?” Gareth questions, gazing across the seat at you, curious. He’d been wondering. He got the sense that maybe a third of the way you were was defense, it was posturing. The fact that you liked the same music only made that pesky little crush he’s been trying to fight off grow that much more.

You nod. Tense up a little, because you’re used to comments being made whenever you even hint you don’t like pop. Or pink. Or glittery and girly shit. What do people expect out of you? You were raised by a single father. The closest to a female influence in your life has been Angel, a bartender who works at the Hideout or Susan, your stepmother. You haven’t seen or heard from your actual mother since you were about two and you barely remember her. While other girls were playing dress up and dolls, you were fishing or playing by yourself in the woods near the trailer park. Out at dirt tracks with your dad when he worked in the pit for a year or two there or down at the Hideout watching your dad play in pool tournaments every weekend.

You don’t know any other way to be and you’re not interested in trying to figure one out, either.

Gareth would die before admitting it, but the little crush that’s been coming back lately grows even more. He studies you intently. “I thought you liked Cyndi Lauper though.” he laughs quietly.

“Nope. Untrue. False. I like one song only because it’s in that movie The Goonies. I also like Corey Feldman but that’s neither here nor there.” you’re rambling because you’re distracted. Staring. Thrown into a total uproar and it’s new to you. “What part of me looks like a lil pop princess anyway, huh?” you pout a little and he chuckles.

“Yeah. I guess you’ve got a point.” he answers, going quiet. Hawkins High and it’s football field comes into view and you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Maybe I won’t strangle anybody today.” you mumble, mostly to yourself. Gareth hears you and before he can stop himself, he’s asking what is probably a really nosy question.

“If you hate it, why not quit?”

“Because if I quit, I’m trash and they win. I’m too petty for that.” you give him a little smirk as you reach for the handle in the door. You’re about to get out but Gareth grabs hold of your wrist gingerly to stop you. “Hey.” he speaks up. “Get a ride home. Don’t fuckin hitch.”

You let go of the door handle and lean across, fluffing his hair, sitting in the middle of the seat for a few seconds, close, but you wouldn’t mind being closer and you absolutely do not dare attempt it. You laugh and shake your head and you tell him “Relax! Even if I do, if anybody kidnaps me, they’ll bring me back in like… ten seconds.” you laugh again and go quiet when you see him giving you that warning look. You bite your lip and giggle. “You’re too easy to mess with. It was a joke, Gareth. I can call somebody or something. Or I’ll walk.”

“No. Get a ride. It’ll be hotter than this when you’re done here.”

And there he goes again with that firm tone. He wants to kick himself because one, he has no idea where it’s coming from and two, he’s pretty sure if you don’t think he hates or is annoyed by you now, the tone he’s used at least four times on you by now is gonna be what does it.

Your breath hangs in your throat and you nod. “Yeah, okay. Alright. I’ll get a ride.”

He seems to relax at hearing this and you fluff his hair one more time before crawling across the seat away from him and climbing out of the passenger door. You rush through the chain link gate and slip into the circle beside Emma and Chrissy.

“Did you just get out of Gareth Emerson’s truck?” Megan’s obnoxious when she asks, loud. Calling attention to both who you arrived with and the fact that you’re late. But she’s not done. “He’s a freak. We don’t mingle with them.”

You roll your eyes and you try to just ignore her. But she’s determined to keep going. “You looked a little too cozy too. You’re one of us. We have an image. Being seen with Gareth Emerson is an image problem. We don’t mingle with freaks.”

Your jaw clenches at the same time as your fist. You almost feel like you’ll have to sit on your hands to keep from just taking a swing. You raise a hand and rub the bridge of your nose. “One, he’s not a freak. Knock it the fuck off. Two, he gave me a lift because my car wouldn’t start.. Not that it’s any of your fucking business,” and you trail off, laughing. “I mingle with whoever I choose. You don’t own me. Got it?” you glance at her with a smirk, “Next time, keep your mouth shut until I tell you I want your opinion.”

The second that cheer camp is over for the day, you’re just ready to leave. You’re exhausted, your legs feel like they’ll fall off and they’re made of rubber because Megan blabbed to the coach about you being late and you’re covered in sweat. All you want to do is get home and shower.

You glance up at the road in front of Hawkins High and kick at gravel, grumbling to yourself. You wander over to the payphone and vending machines in front of the gym but about halfway across the lot, you spot Gareth’s truck sitting in the parking lot.

Emma nudges you. “Ooh la la.”

“He’s not here for me.”

“Why else would he be here, hm?”

“Hellfire? That game club… that’s it, yeah.” you mutter. Emma laughs, shaking her head no. “Sweetheart, there’s no way in hell they’re doing Hellfire meetings in this hellhole during the summer. They probably play at each other’s houses.”

You knit your brows together and mull it over. “The guidance counselor called him.”

“Yeah, if she wants to praise him for having good grades and perfect attendance, maybe.” Emma laughs as she shakes her head. You rub your forehead, wiping away sweat and grimacing because you’re practically soaked in sweat. You grumble quietly. “I’m telling you, he’s not here for me. I bet he’s not even in his truck. He probably ran into Jeff or Grant when they were done with band camp earlier and caught a ride. Yeah, that’s it. It has to be.”

“Okay, fine. But I’m telling you, he’s here for you.”

“And I’m telling you, he’s not.” you dig around in your pocket for the few dollars you’d shoved down into them earlier in the morning before leaving your trailer. You and Emma wander past Gareth’s truck and you happen to glance over and you see him sitting inside.

Ranting to himself, which makes Emma laugh and you stare a little bit, twisting the end of one of your half up and half down ponytails around your finger. She grabs your elbow and drags you over to the vending machine as she laughs. “The look on your face right now, oh my god.”

You flip her off and pout at her. “Oh fuck off.” you pop the tab on the soda you’ve gotten yourself when the machine finally spits it out. “I’m gonna go. Patrick should be out of that team meeting by now. I’ll call you tonight!” and Emma disappears, leaving you to stare intently at the road that runs in front of the two schools.

“He’s not here for me, there’s no fuckin way.” you tell yourself as you start to walk towards the road in front of the school. Every intention to walk home.

You’re just about to step onto the sidewalk when you feel someone grab your elbow from behind. You whirl around and find yourself looking up at Gareth.

You swallow hard and raise the soda can to your lips. “Hey.”

“Tell me you weren’t about to walk..Or hitchhike.” he’s stepping closer. Staring down at you, the way sweat makes your hair cling to your forehead. He knows he should probably step away, give you space, but he just can’t. Every time he’s tried, he only winds up stepping close all over again a second or two later.

You laugh softly and shrug, taking another sip. “If you don’t ask, I won’t tell.” you answer, gazing up at him as you tilt your head to one side just slightly. His eyes settle on the way this makes your hair fall to one side, exposing your neck. He grumbles to himself, you can’t really understand what he’s saying and honestly, you’re too busy staring too.

Which yes, you want to kick yourself for.

“C’mon. I’m going back to Munson’s anyway. Since Grant actually drove himself here today.”

You feel a little let down and you’re annoyed with yourself because of it. You’d tried to tell Emma that Gareth wasn’t here for you. You were right after all.

It was honestly kind of disappointing.

“It’s too hot to walk all the way back. Your legs have to be killing you anyway, I uh… Saw you running around the field when I pulled up again earlier.” he gives you a little smirk when he says it, chuckling quietly as he gazes down at you.

What he’s not saying is that one, he didn’t really have to pick Grant up because he knew damn well Grant drove himself to band camp, he always drives himself, and two, he may have gotten to the parking lot just in time to watch you when you were cheering.

He tried to resist the urge, but when you made the little joke about hitching a ride later or walking in the heat, he couldn’t get it out of his mind and he grumped around all damn morning until Jeff threw his keys at him and told him to just show up before he drove the rest of them crazy. Which of course, he tried to argue his way out of, but he found himself coming by anyway. Because he just couldn’t fight the urge to do it, no matter how hard he tried to do so.

You nod, popping another gum bubble. Laughing softly. “You saw that, huh?”

“What happened?” he asks as the two of you begin to walk down to the parking lot where his truck is waiting. You laugh and shrug. “Megan Connor and I had a teeny difference in opinion. Then she decided to be a fuckin tattletits and ratted me out for coming in late.”

“What about? The difference in opinion, I mean.” Gareth asks before he can stop himself. You swallow hard and shrug. “Just dumb stuff. I handled it.”

“Yeah, I can just imagine.” he mutters. You pretend to be upset, pouting up at him with big eyes and a finger wound in the end of your ponytail. “What the hell’s that mean, huh?”

Gareth laughs quietly and shrugs. “I’m starting to see exactly why people call you fireball or trouble instead of your name now. But it’s..” he wants to kick himself because it’s not an insult, it really isn’t, it’s actually one of the things he finds really hot about you now, “It’s not a bad thing. I mean it, okay?”

You’re staring at him just a little too hard. His cheeks are flushed. You shrug and give him one of your little grins. “It’s really not. Nobody hurts me anymore.” you admit, going quiet.

His truck comes into view and you stop on the passenger side. You lean against the door, gazing up at him. You spot Megan wandering past with Caroline Owens and Lynette Mercer and when Megan sees you both together, she gives you a disgusted look that has you grumbling under your breath, “Keep walkin. If you’re smart, you’ll keep walkin.”

Gareth glances back and chuckles. Catching the three girls glaring a hole through him and for some reason, it doesn’t bother him as bad as it normally would, he just rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to you. When you step even closer, a hand palm down against the front of his flannel shirt, he nearly chokes on air but he steps closer too, reaching an arm around you to feel around for the door handle.

Your breath hangs in your throat when you feel his hand against your exposed back.

Megan glares even harder and all you do is smirk at her calmly. “She thinks she’s gonna tell me what I can and can’t do. She’s wrong and an idiot.” you say it as you tear your eyes off of her and fix them on Gareth again. “I owe her one, she’s the whole reason my legs feel like jello right now.”

“Do you wanna sit?” Gareth laughs it out. “Didn’t you already have to run once this week?” he asks, gazing down at you. Gulping because it’s like that day in the pool when he got you out of the deep end all over again, body to body with you and it’s driving him a little crazier than he’d like to admit.

“Please?” you give him this cute little pleading look that he quickly realizes he is not as immune to as he thought up to this point. At least, not from you.

He opens the door and you climb into the truck, falling back against the seat. He laughs and starts the truck, slipping an arm across the back of your seat to back out again and you bite your lip as you watch him do it because there’s something hot about it. And the instant this crosses your mind, you’re trying not to actively think about it or anything.

When he glances over under the red light on the way out of town, you’ve got your head back against the seat with your eyes closed but you’re moving your fingers around to the beat of the song just barely heard through the static on the local station and humming along. He can’t help but smile a little. “Are you that tired?”

“Hm.” you mutter, opening your eyes. “I swear my coach actively tries to kill me.”

He snickers when you say it and you pout a little, reaching out to lightly swat at his upper arm. “Rude. It’s not funny.”

“Kinda is, when I’m at least halfway sure that you don’t try to avoid it.”

“Bite me.” you stick out your tongue at him.

He almost responds with something clever, something bold like “Where?”, but he keeps himself from doing it. The dirt road leading into the trailer park comes into view and you really don’t want the ride to end. But you know he’s probably had more than enough of you for one day, so you fluff his hair and thank him for the ride back and you get out of the truck, wandering up the front steps and into the house.

Max and her friend Eleven pop up out of seemingly nowhere and you jump a foot in the air, the floor rattling just a little as you do it. You pout at them both.

“He gave you two rides.”

“One of them was probably because he thought you were going to hitchhike..” Eleven says it and Max nudges her, shaking her head.

“Wait, huh? No, he was supposed to pick Grant up but he drove or something.” you laugh softly, making your way over to the old puke green fridge to open the door, digging around for a Tab, a Sprite, something. You find a strawberry yogurt and you begin opening drawers to try and find a spoon.

“Grant always drives. His mom gave him her old car.” Max is looking at you with a brow raised. Eleven giggles at the confused look on your face. You peel off the foil wrapper on the yogurt cup and pull yourself up on the counter to eat. “Okay, no.. But he told me specifically, out of his own mouth that he came to pick up Grant this time. And he realized Grant drove.”

Max laughs and nudges Eleven, nodding at you. “See? See how oblivious?”

“Hey!” you exclaim, laughing. “I’m not.”

“You are, oh my god!”

“Okay, fine.” you pop the spoon into your mouth, “Set me straight. I’m assuming whatever you know was overheard at some point while you were with Lucas.”

“Okay, so.. Y’know how they get together in Mike’s basement to play DnD on Saturdays, right?”

You nod.

“Today, Lucas did it at his house. In that old treehouse out back. And at some point, he walked over to Gareth’s house to get a rulebook or something because Mike was being an ass again,--” Max pauses to laugh when Eleven frowns and nudges her and then she continues, “And while he was there, he happened to overhear Gareth going on a tangent about how crazy it is for you to hitch rides or walk. How it was too hot and lately, people have gone missing because they hitchhiked.”

You bite your lip. Listening intently, but with everything your step sister tells you, you’re trying to prepare a counter argument as to why it can’t be so.

“Apparently, he drove the guys crazy enough that around lunch, Jeff threw him the keys to his truck and told him to come and get you and that would solve all of his worrying and ranting.”

You nearly choke on the bite of yogurt you’ve just taken. “Wait.. huh?”

“He wasn’t ever there for Grant to begin with, Grant was with him the whole time. Will said the band director called it today because it got hot enough that one of the other freshmen in percussion just dropped on the field.”

“Okay, so he was just being nice.”

“Ugh! Seriously?” Max throws up her hands and Eleven laughs. “You were right, Max. She is oblivious.”

“No, I’m not. He’s just… he’s sweet, okay? That’s it. That’s all.” you insist, popping the spoon back into your mouth. Licking it clean as you swing your bare feet against the counter below where you sit.

“Okay, what about the drowning incident, hm? Explain how that jerk Andy was literally right there and yet, Gareth, who was at least halfway across the pool, got to you when you screamed like a banshee.”

“How’d you..”

“You’re loud. The walls are thin. I heard you when you were talking to Emma about the way his hands felt.”

You groan. “Kid, you have got to stop listening through walls and doors.”

“No, actually, I don’t. You need to learn the difference between indoor and outdoor voice if you don’t want your stepsister to know that you think some guy’s hands feel amazing.”

“Jesus christ.” you laugh out, shaking your head. Stealing a look through the window facing Eddie Munson’s trailer. They were all out on the lawn now, passing around a cigarette.

When Gareth happened to glance right at the window you were staring in, you quickly step away, flatten yourself against the walls and laugh at how stupid you are to do it to begin with.

The dryer buzzing loudly drew you out of your little daze as you tried to both process what Max was suggesting and convince yourself that somehow, you were right and she was wrong. “Did you do laundry?”

“Eddie had to put a load on.” Max goes over and heaps the clothes into a basket that’s falling apart and is literally being held together by duct tape and hope and after she’s done this, she shoves the basket at you with a shit-eating grin.

“Go.”

“Maybe he’ll come get it.”

“Go, oh my god.” Max shoves you at the front door and you grumble, but you take a deep breath and step out. Walking across the hot dirt road barefoot. About halfway across, you feel something stab against the bottom of your foot and you put the basket down, picking up your foot.

It’s a little shard of glass.

You pick the basket back up and make your way over, knocking on the trailer door because Eddie and the others have all gone in by now.

Eddie throws open the door and you hold up the basket to him. Then you sit down in the doorway and lift your foot. “Damn it, ouch. Somebody’s gotta tell Dale and those other idiots to stop throwing their bottles out on the road.”

“Maybe if you wore shoes instead of walking everywhere barefoot, fireball.”

“Oh fuck you, Munson.” you grumble as your tongue settles between your lips and you try to pinch and push to get the little glass shard out of your foot.

“If you come inside, you can probably see better..”

“I’m fine, thanks.” you mumble, glancing up to bite your lip because you wind up locking eyes with Gareth, who was watching you with a raised brow. When he wanders over and nods to your foot you manage a sheepish, “Glass?” with a shrug before calling out to Eddie, “Still have that needle you borrowed to sew a patch on your vest, dude?”

Gareth sits down next to you. “Let me guess. You were barefoot.”

“Mhm.” you answer as he takes your foot into his lap and chuckles quietly. “I could’ve got it. Just needed a needle.”

What you’re not saying is you are a huge baby when it comes to pain. And you’re so used to patching yourself up it feels a little… strange to have someone else do it at this point. Eddie comes back out with the sewing needle you loaned him.

You go to reach for it but Gareth gets it. “It’s fine.”

“Just be still.”

“Gareth, it’s fine. Really.” you gasp when the needle’s sharp tip scrapes right against the tender skin that the little sliver is lodged below.

And you’re trying not to look like a giant baby or anything, but you can’t be still.

Gareth glances up at you and you try to go still. He ducks his head again, brows knit. Tongue jutting out between his lips as he focuses on getting the glass out more carefully.

You let your head fall back and tense up. “Ouch! Hey, can’t you do it less poke-y?” you whine.

“Sorry.” he mutters, glancing over at you. “Close your eyes and count to three, alright?”

“That’s not gonna–” you trail off with your argument because he’s giving you that look again. You wind up closing your eyes and doing what he says and he laughs. “Got it.” he holds the tip of one of his fingers out to you to show you the tiny shard of glass he’s worked out with the needle a few seconds later.

You swallow hard and nod. Eventually removing your foot from his lap and leaning in just a little to fluff his hair again. “Thank you.”

Before he can respond in any way, you’re about halfway back across the road again.

And inside the living room, Eddie, Grant and Jeff are doubled over, nearly shaking in laughter. As their laughter dies, he gazes at Gareth.

“How’d you do that?” Eddie questions.

“What?” Gareth has a blank look as he stares up at Eddie, standing in the middle of the living room.

“You looked at her and she didn’t argue. Pretty sure her dad would like to know that one, buddy, because when those two get started, holy shit..” Eddie is amused. Studying Gareth intently as he rubs his chin. He has his suspicions but somehow, he doubts Gareth would believe him if he said them out loud.

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Luna's Review: Collar x Malice

Official Summary:

A dangerous shadow organization launches a campaign of fear and violence in the city of Shinjuku, pushing society to the brink of chaos. As a young police officer tasked with restoring order, you become the target of an attack, and have a poisonous collar attached to your neck. With the situation spiraling out of control and time running out, five mysterious strangers appear to aid you in your quest for the truth.

(Spoiler Free) Luna's Thoughts:

This was the otome game that got me into otome games for the switch. Before CxM, I was pretty much exclusively playing indie vns on itch.io. Which are lovely and often well-written, but usually smaller productions and thus much shorter and done on a smaller budget. CxM was the first full-length otome I played and it made me think, incorrectly it turns out, that all professionally made otomes were as good as this one. As you'll note by my other review (and future ones to come), CxM imposed extremely high standards and it's perhaps unfair to compare other games to it.

It's tightly plotted, has an interesting cast of characters and features beautiful art. The limited color palettes and washed-out backgrounds and coloring style give the game an ominous feel that works very well with its dark murder mystery premise.

This game also does something I really enjoy, which is that it makes the "routes" make sense. Often in otome games, things happen in routes that should, by all means, happen whether you're on the character's route or not. For example, in Mystic Messenger, Zen sprains his ankle in three of the routes, but not in Jumin's route or 707's route. This doesn't really make sense, because why would you cozying up to those characters prevent Zen from spraining his ankle?

But in CxM, you choose the character you want to investigate with, providing a realistic explanation for why you are only dealing with that particular character. This is a small detail but I really appreciated it.

I did think it was a little silly to have numerous random dead ends, but I suppose that sort of thing isn't uncommon in these types of games. I did like that it gives you a chance to see the stars of other routes before you get to properly meet them. It adds to the intrigue.

While it has its flaws, including several editing errors, I ultimately really liked this game. It felt satisfying to solve the mystery and the game actually gives you an opportunity to guess the culprit, letter by letter, which felt nerve-wracking and awesome. The characters were fun and the darkness felt congruent with what I was expecting going in.

I'm looking forward to doing some art of these characters soon.

Please find below my thoughts on each route, in the order I played them.

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Takeru Sasazuka Route

Allow me to start by saying this is not my favorite character archetype. I just don't love characters who are openly hostile toward others and continue to be mean even after the MC has earned their affection.

That said, Sasazuka's love for donuts was the gap moe I needed to get on board, if only because he reminded me of L from Death Note.

Sasazuka's route kicks off a trend of largely reasonable decisions in this game. He has a simple but understandable motivation for wanting to solve the X Day incidents, simultaneously jabbing at American gun laws. (We deserve it.)

This route also sees Ichika getting drunk — cute!

I'd rate this route my second favorite out of the game.

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Kageyuki Shiraishi Route

This is another character archetype I don't love — the overconfident flirt. That's why I played him second, though I was recommended against it. Technically you should play him fourth, right before the true end route, but I didn't particularly mind the order because I didn't love this route.

I admit he's kind of a fun character, because he's hella suspicious right at the beginning, and kind of suggests he's the traitor, to the point where when he's revealed to, in fact, be the traitor, I was kinda surprised. He also has a cat theme going on, which is very cute.

His backstory is pretty straightforward, but relies on mind manipulation tropes, so it wasn't as convincing as some of the others. I would have been more satisfied with a split personality sort of thing, or even if he was a traitor by his own will. Instead, he seems fully aware of everything that's going on, including his own brainwashing, but doesn't act like he has any internal conflict except at strategic moments in the plot.

It would have been a lot more interesting have him either unaware of his own transgressions until later, or have him willingly be a member of Adonis who becomes conflicted as he grows closer to Ichika.

Maybe this is just a weird, roundabout way of saying I wanted him to suffer more lol.

Shiraishi does get the short end of the stick, as his good ending has him losing his memories. But you know our girl Ichika will set him straight again.

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Mineo Enomoto Route

I love me a tsundere, so it's no surprise this was my favorite route in the game. It was fairly lighthearted compared to the others because Mineo is such a goof, but it was a nice break in the darkness and I'm glad I played his route right in the middle.

This character is so cute, and a total idiot with no idea how to talk to girls. He's picked on so much by the other characters in the game and I just wanted to show him some love.

He sucks at thinking, but the best scenes are the ones in which he springs into action, showing his prowess in the field. Typically these meathead athletic characters are not my favorite, but Mineo was undeniably cool jumping off rooftops and such.

I love love love Mineo's relationship with Ichika's little brother. Their friendship was honestly so refreshing and adorable.

There is some silliness at the end where they set up a fake talk show, but ultimately it was done in good spirits with the idea of forgiveness. To top it off, this idiot actually proposes at the end of his route. It was a silly but sweet ending for a sweet character.

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Kei Okazaki Route

This was probably my least favorite route in the game, but only because I didn't think they went far enough with the theme.

Okazaki is a listless man who has witnessed tragedy and desires nothing more than a riteous way to die. Which is a horrifying premise, but I was never fully convinced by it. I didn't feel like his relationship with Ichika progressed naturally and I didn't come to care for him in the way I wanted to.

I think this route would have been more impactful if there was more of a disconnect between his goals and his personality. He was a little too bland to make his death wish truly a shock. I felt like he should have been more cheerful to create cognitive dissonance between his persona and his goals. He kind of feels like the outline of a character rather than a character itself.

Not to mention the game lacks a genki character archetype. Wouldn't it be more interesting to have a cheerful character who turns out to be utterly empty and suicidal?

I guess what I'm saying is I wish there was more to Okazaki. To me, he was the least developed character and the least interesting.

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Aiji Yanagi Route

I remember something telling me before I played Yanagi's route that it was boring, and they were kinda right lol.

Like, it was fine. There wasn't anything technically wrong with it. He just doesn't have the most interesting backstory. When he was a teen, he protected young Ichika by beating up her kidnapper, and he felt bad for it for the rest of his life and now spends his time trying to atone for it.

My least favorite part of this route was discovering that Ichika had a traumatic event in her past that was not even mentioned in the common or other routes. So it made Yanagi's connection to her seem really sudden.

Yanagi is a reasonable guy. But he lacks that wow factor that you hope for in a main character. There isn't any way to describe him that makes him sound interesting. He could have easily been improved any number of ways. The easiest would have been giving him some sort of anger management issues. Or at least a more extreme personality.

I did like his chats with Ichika on the roof of the police station, and I like that he has doubts about their age gap and gets embarassed calling her by her first name. He's a sweet guy. Just maybe not true end material.

Overall kind of a weak way to end the game, but I didn't hate it. I think he would have been better as a regular route. Shiraishi or Okazaki would have probably been the best choices for true end characters.

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