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itoshiexx · 8 months

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make a wish

synopsis: when you throw a surprise birthday party for rin, he blows the candles and makes a wish only you can turn into reality.

pairing: itoshi rin x fem!reader | words: 1.9k | warnings: childhood friends to (implied) lovers, cursing (rin being rin), rin tells bachira to die (jokingly!!), tooth rotting fluff, kissing, no pronouns but reader is refered as woman and girlfriend once

notes: is my bar exam tomorrow? yes. did i stop reviewing to write this? also yes. happy birthday to my favorite boy ever aka the love of my life aka itoshi pookie rin, I LOVE HIM TO DEATH!!!

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rin never really cared about his birthday.

perhaps things were different when he was young, a naive little boy who hadn’t seen the hurt in life and didn’t know the feeling of self hate in such an intrinsic way. but as he grew up, celebrating the day he was born stopped making sense, and eventually his parents stopped trying to throw him parties or do anything special at all.

as his best friend since childhood, you knew very well about rin’s change of heart, and you respected his wish of not wanting to celebrate. however, that never refrained you from wishing him a happy birthday, even going as far as buying him a little gift sometimes. rin tried to pretend to hate it, but the truth is that he craved hearing those two words from you. no one else’s mattered.

that being said, he was totally not upset that you forgot his birthday. why would he? it was just a stupid date like any other. well, you never forgot any of his special days ever since he was six, but… so what if you didn’t remember this one? it was fine. rin didn’t care.

(he really fucking cared).

the lights on his bedroom were off, and the younger itoshi found himself moping on his bed, staring at the ceiling as if it could grant his heart’s deepest desires. as if on cue, the noise of a notification ringed through the darkness, and rin begrudgingly picked up his phone to see that you messaged him. he immediately sat up, eyes wide, heart making somersaults inside of his chest.

the message wasn’t the “happy birthday, rinnie!” that he was secretly expecting.

n/n heyyyy can u come over?

rin scoffed. how dare you ask him to come over to your place if you didn’t even wish him a happy birthday? it was 7pm, for fucks sake — you had plenty of time. he should say no. he was going to say no. but he knew that, no matter how upset he was, there wasn’t a bone in his body that was able to deny you. so he just texted a quick “on my way” before grabbing his car keys and heading to your place.

the familiar sight of your apartment brought warmth to rin’s chest; your place felt a lot more like home than his own house. he supposed it had something to do with you, though he would never admit that. quickly parking his car, he passed the building entrance and made his way towards the elevator, clicking the button to your floor. his phone vibrated again.

n/n the door is open, u can come in

he frowned with your recklessness. you were a young woman living alone — how could you leave your door unlocked? it was fucking dangerous! he really needed to scold you for that. it was all he could think about as he twisted the doorknob, already speaking without noticing the lights were off.

“for fucks sake, y/n, would it kill you to lock this fucking door? i told you a million times that it’s dangerous—”

“SURPRISE!”

the lights went on, revealing all of his teammates wearing stupid party hats, confetti flying through the air and your gracious figure in the middle, holding a cake with teal frosting and lit candles.

what the…?

rin completely froze. his eyes were wide, scanning the room, mind still trying to process what was going on. his body was rigid as no one had ever seen before, and the boys started to gossip between themselves.

“i think we broke him,” bachira whispered. at his side, isagi and reo snickered.

knowing maybe your best friend was a bit overwhelmed, you slowly approached him until you managed to be the only thing in his field of vision. little did you know that rin always had his eyes on you — he was attracted to your aura like the planets were drawn to the sun.

“happy birthday, rinnie,” you said, a bit sheepish. carefully, you let the cake on the living room table, having free hands to hug him by the waist. that seemingly broke him from his stupor, as rin instinctively hugged you back and stared at you, mouth still gaping like a fish.

“you… you remembered…”

you grimaced. “of course i did! what do you take me for, itoshi rin?”

“usually you text me as soon as it’s midnight, but you didn’t this time,” he stated, simply. it made you grin.

“aww, was lil’ old rinnie waiting for my message?”

he felt his cheeks heating up, and he pushed your body away before you could hear how fast his heart was beating. “shut up. it’s just weird to not have your dumbass bothering me.”

you laughed. “sure, pretty boy. whatever you say.”

rin’s teammates quickly surrounded him, giving him pats on the back and congratulations. some even brought gifts, though rin told isagi to “eat dick” when the striker handed him a wrapped box. however, despite his harsh words, you could see the inconspicuous smile threatening to break from his face, and that alone made you smile, heart full.

“let’s sing happy birthday!” isagi screamed amongst the commotion, making you remember that you left the cake at the living room table and the candles had most likely been wiped out.

“no way,” you heard rin say. “i don’t want that shit.”

“oh, come on, rin-chan!” bachira clinged to rin’s shoulders. “y/n-chan went all the way to make you a super special birthday party. you gotta follow the rules, buddy!”

“go die.”

your little laugh brought rin out of his angry stupor, and when he turned around, his breath hitched. now that he wasn’t in a complete state of shock, he could see your delicate features lightened up by the soft glow of the candles, and the gentle smile that made your eyes crease and his heart race every time. and you were looking at him.

(you were always looking at him).

the guests started singing happy birthday, but rin could only listen to the soft tune coming out of your mouth, as if you two were the only ones in the place. before he could register, the song was over, and everyone was staring at him expectantly.

“make a wish, rinnie.”

he stared at you for a few seconds, before finally closing his eyes and blowing the candles. everyone cheered, and he couldn’t help letting out a small smile.

idiots, he thought. a whole bunch of idiots.

once the initial shock went by, the party went on normally, with lots of drinking, chatting and the usual bickering. you cut the cake into several pieces and put the slices on small plates, so that everyone could enjoy the sweet flavor. music blasted through the stereo, making bachira and kunigami start a dancing competition, and their moves were so weird your belly hurt from all the laughing. rin was leaning against the wall watching everything with an amused expression.

hours later, as the celebration started to die down, some of rin’s teammates had already gone home, and your apartment was slightly emptier. after saying goodbye to reo and nagi, rin looked around in an attempt to find you, furrowing his eyebrows when he didn’t succeed.

chigiri quickly noticed his expression, nudging him with his elbow.

“your girlfriend is on the balcony.”

rin’s grimace worsened. “she’s not my girlfriend.”

isagi, standing at chigiri’s side, only smirked. “not yet.”

the younger itoshi only rolled his eyes, showing him a middle finger. “fuck off, shithead.”

but he followed to the balcony anyway.

as he opened the door, the slight chill of the wind made him wince. he saw your figure leaning on the railing, arms bare due to your choice of outfit — you were beautiful, as always, but it didn’t really match the weather. he didn’t think twice before taking off his jacket and placing them on your shoulders, announcing his arrival.

you tilted your head up, looking at him with those bambi eyes that nearly made him lose his mind. and then you smiled, getting cozy on his jacket, and he thought he might faint right there.

fuck, the things you did to him.

“hey there, birthday boy. enjoying your party?”

“it’s cool, i guess.” he shrugged. with his answer, you diverted your gaze to the view, fidgeting with your fingers. he didn’t like your anxiousness.

“i’m sorry if i… you know, if i overstepped.” he gave you a puzzled look. “i know you don’t like to celebrate your birthday, but i thought you deserved to have something cool for once. i just wanted your day to be special.”

rin went silent, your words making his cheeks flush and his heart beat impossibly faster. you were always like this: so thoughtful, so caring… he didn’t even deemed himself worthy of it, yet you seemed to find something decent to cherish.

the words came out broken from his dry mouth, “every day is special if i’m with you.”

your eyes widened slightly, and you finally turned to face him. he took your flustered expression as a good sign, and gathered every ounce of boldness and ego he could manage, “you didn’t give me a gift, though.”

you rolled your eyes, giggling, and twisted your body so that you were facing each other. “is the party not enough, mr. egoist?”

“you answered that for yourself.” he smirked, taking a step closer.

there was now very little between you both. you could smell his expensive cologne and feel his breath in your face, and you had to fight the urge to cower from those deep aquamarine eyes that left you mesmerized.

“very well, then. what do you want as a gift?” you asked, mentally praising yourself for not stuttering.

however, you nearly choked when his eyes went down and stared at your mouth, coming back up only to show a swirl of emotions. desire. affection. love, dare you say. he came even closer, his hands finding home in your hips, and yours instinctively went to his chest.

“close your eyes,” he whispered, the minty smell of his breath filling all your senses. you obeyed, because itoshi rin had such a grip on you it was nearly ridiculous.

and then, his lips found yours, delicate and gentle like only you knew he could be. rin kissed you as if you were the only thing that could sate him, as if you were what he has been craving all along. and you kissed him back to let him know you felt the same.

your arms circled his neck and his hands went up to your waist, tugging you impossibly closer and making you yelp. he took the opportunity to invade your mouth with his tongue, sensually caressing yours in a loving dance, savoring all of you like he wanted for a long time.

fuck, he thought, it was only the first time and he was already addicted. he couldn’t stop kissing you even if he tried, and even though he intended to steal just one kiss, he was indeed a greedy man — especially when it came to you.

alas, when you finally couldn’t handle the lack of air any longer, you parted, with heavy breaths and faces flushed. you touched your foreheads while calming down, basking in the silence and the warmth of each other’s bodies.

then, rin smiled, slightly incredulous. “huh.”

“what?” you arched your brow, but you couldn’t help but smile as well.

he pecked your lips one last time. “i guess birthday wishes do come true.”

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writersmess · 7 months

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Ok, first of all

I LOVED the buck fanfic you wrote the other day, my heart...melting! So, I came back with a New idea! (If you want it, of course)

Now. Season 6 Was a rollercoaster of emotions, especially when buck got Hit by lighting. What if his fiance (from your other work) is by him day and night, being all calm and optimistic, knowing buck. And when he finally draws his first breath all alone, she just falls on her knees, crying and finally letting it all out what she held back all this time?

Now, if you don't want to do it, just simply skip 😊 no one forces you. Anyway! Have a great time and take Breaks, think about yourself.

COME BACK (TO REALITY) | EVAN BUCKLEY

Pairing: Evan Buckley x fem!reader

Summary: After being proposed to by Buck in the middle of the night, you didn’t expect an accident to change the course of your lives.

Warning: Mental breakdown, crying, hospital, mention of being struck by lightning.

Word count: 1.5k

a/n: oh my god, I didn’t think it would take me so long to get back. these months have been so crazy at work, I’ve been doing crazy shifts and I’m trying to get my social life back together again. I’ve missed writing for our troublemaker boy.

I hope you enjoy it!!! And I apologize if there’s any mistakes, English is not my first language.

It can be read as a sequel to Vivid Dream.

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“buck had an accident, we’re at the hospital”

All it took was one message to turn your life upside down.

It’s funny how life is a great well of irony. you spend half of your life by yourself, sometimes hoping to find your soulmate, sometimes not. and then you find them. and they’re everything you didn’t even know you were looking for.

It was amazing how you and buck matched but at the same time were so different. you were adorable. had the warmest and the most welcoming smiles and hugs, and the best advice anyone could ever need. and you were determined, you knew what you wanted for your future, ever since you were a kid. and buck, well, it was buck. the boy who ran away in the hope of finding himself and finding the true meaning of happiness.

which he didn’t imagine that it would be in those sparkling eyes of yours or in that sincere smile on your lips.

and you also didn’t expect to find it so soon in a man like buck. so spontaneous, with such a beautiful smile, and with such a traumatic past.

and that was your fiancé now.

after proposing at 4am in the middle of a shift. with no ring and definitely with no preparation, but with the greatest love that could fit inside of that heart full os scars of him.

“going on a call. love you”

The opened and unanswered message screamed in the car holder as you drove through the dark and empty streets of L.A.

you didn’t know what to expect, what could have happened. you took deep and long breathes, your hands shaking as you gripped the steering wheel, your heart pounding.

“He was struck by lightning”

you knew all the risks that this job entailed, but this was something totally beyond your imagination. it was something impossible to predict.

you paced back and forth in the corner of the waiting room, not wanting to see the looks of pity from your friends. buck would be fine soon, he would face this like he faced everything else.

Eddie without saying a word stopped in front of you and waited until you noticed his presence, so he could hug you. and that’s exactly what you needed at the moment.

“only one of you can go and see him now”

before the doctor had finished his sentence you were at his side, walking with him to the room where your best friend, your fiancé, was.

and he was there. sedated. intubated. It’s like your world was one step away from falling apart. You’d never felt like this before, like control was out of your hands. you had it all figured out, all the plans, the dreams, the next steps, everything was millimetrically planned. and suddenly it wasn’t anymore. your eyes were on Buck lying on the gurney, in such a deep sleep, his face was confused, his frown slightly furrowed, as if he was in an argument, or frustrated.

a few days has passed and Buck’s condition was stable. the days had been grayer, your apartment was empty and you didn’t feel like working, at all. but you woke up every day, put a smile on your face and tried to be optimistic, you had faith that he would get well, he needed to. he needed to come back to you.

You didn’t know it, but 118 commented about you, they thought you were in a state of shock. you didn’t cry, quite the opposite, you always had a smile on your face. when someone was worried about Buck’s situation, you would put your hand on their shoulder and tell them that everything would be fine, that he would be back soon. Eddie was very worried. he knew you, and he knew that you were going to fall apart at any moment, and he hoped to be around when it happened.

you were coming into Buck’s room when you saw Chris talking to your unconscious fiancé, and your eyes automatically filled with tears. you kept quiet and stood in the corner watching the scene and could see Eddie drying his tears, and your heart sank. you needed the love of your life back, Eddie needed his best friend back, Chris needed his playmate back. Buck needed to come back, he needed to fill in the gaps that were open in so many hearts.

“hey buddy, how was your conversation with Buck?” you made yourself noticed when Chris finished talking to him and he smiled when he saw you.

“is he going to be okay right?” Eddie could see you trying hard to hold back the tears, something he didn’t even bother to hide anymore.

“of course sweety, he’ll come back to us”

***

it was mid-afternoon, you were sitting in the chair next to his bed, trying to read a book, when your mind started to take you to places you didn’t want to go. everything started coming at you hard, all these feelings. it was an anxiety crisis. you felt your heart pounding, difficulty in drawing in air, and tears began to fall.

you approached the bed and held tightly onto the hand of the man lying in that bed.

“babe I can’t do it anymore. I can’t put a smile on my face and pretend that everything is fine when it isn’t. I need you here with me. I know you’ll be fine, I know it. but Chris, Eddie, damn it, everyone, needs you back, we need you, I need you, and I don’t know how to go on without you here, I don’t know. So i need you to fight for me, for us, fight and win this battle babe, win it for me and don’t leave me, please don’t leave me”

And you couldn’t imagine it, but the other end of the line that connected Buck to this plan was in you. He clung to that, he clung to you, to the thought of having you again, and for that he fought, for you he broke the glass that separated him between dream and reality, between life and death, it was for you that everything was worth it. Because of you he would come back.

And he did it.

You could feel a grip on your hand, it was light, but it was there. your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat. this couldn’t be a reflex, you couldn’t believe it was. and it really wasn’t, your Buck was coming back, he was reacting.

As if he’d sensed it, Eddie appeared in the room with the coffee he’d gone to grab, at the exactly moment your knees failed, and he held you.

“I-Is he...?”

“Hey hey, calm down”

You couldn’t complete the sentence, and before your friend could question you, you heard a weak cough, it was Buck, he really was there. back to you.

You were holding Buck’s hand as if your life depended on it, and to be honest, it kind of did. you, who had never fallen in love in your life, were completely surrendered to those blue eyes that you had begged to see again.

You didn’t notice the moment Eddie left the room, but when your eyes met Buck’s, you burst into tears. He couldn’t say much, and you didn’t even need or want him to try, he was there, that’s all that mattered at the moment. you had your head resting on your intertwined hands on the bed, and the sobs coming from your lips left the words stuck in your throat and in your mind. Buck slowly and painfully raised his trembling hand, reaching your head and resting his hand there.

He waited until you calmed down, and his chest tightened at the way you looked at him. your lips trembling and your face wet from the tears that kept falling down your cheeks.

“you’re back”

“for you” his voice was weak and hoarse.

“I never thought I could love someone the way I love you, buck. please don’t do it again, I know I can’t take it one more time” your voice was low and trembling.

“I proposed to you, I had to come back to make sure it would happen,” he whispered with that little smile on his lips.

“You idiot, you made me a promise to love me for the rest of my days, I was going to pick you up wherever you were,” you replied in a whisper and placed a light kiss on his lips, afraid of hurting him.

“I love you, and i’m going to keep that promise” he said and you nodded your head.

that intimate moment between you lasted only a few minutes, then the nurses and doctor entered the room to check on Buck and as soon as they allowed his friends to come in, the mess was made. there was laughter and loud conversation, happy hugs and stories about the day of the accident, you could hear “too soon?” too many times in a short period of time and all you could do was laugh.

You could see the happiness in your fiancé’s eyes as everyone gathered around, and you finally felt your heart calm down. he was really there, he came back to you and you could finally live out your vivid dreams together.

#911 imagine #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #911 fanfic #buck x reader #evan buck buckley

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felixisourayofsunshine · 7 months

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Okay so I really wanted to talk about emonette's character plus Shadybug and Clawnoir's relationship......... Well this is gonna be a long one so sorry in advance

Okay let's go!!!

So as we saw in the special emonette said that she was constantly bullied by Chloe(guess she doesn't change in any universe 😔 that damn brat I hate her.... not more than Lila though) and considering how broken she sounded that was not the same bullying that Chloe of this universe did to Mari that shit must've been extreme. However, I donot think that the bullying alone there must've been more aspects which lead her to the path of evil.

Well, while we're at it let's talk about this scene.. God this was so heart wrenching....

When she said that-

"I'm sorry mommy dear, I fine I just- just dropped my sewing kit it's A BIT DAMAGED"

When she said the above line while glancing at her face which reflected on those broken pieces of mirror.... I swear I wanted to cry. Don't you see how poetic this was, while she seemed to be taking about the broken mirror we can clearly see that the one who is broken Is her some one once said

"But that's the irony, broken people, are not fragile....."

So while emonette is completely broken inside she never lets show on her face, no matter how sad, how broken, how miserable she is she keeps moving forward, you wonder why? Well, because it's MARINETTE for crying out loud.... no matter what universe it is our Mari puts on a brave face in front of other, she tends to hide her scars and crying silently not letting others know. Even in the original universe she would have broken much sooner if it was not for Alya finding out her identity. But as emonette said herself she doesn't have loving parents, a best friend and a supportive boyfriend, she was left all alone to suffer without anyone by her side

I still wonder what her wish really was though, knowing her it certainly not power. Could it be something else which she yearns for. Okay so hear me out do you remember what she said to Mari? She said:

"Do you think that it'd be any different from how it is now? Guess what, I don't have your nice little life. The world where I'm from there are no awesome girlfriends to inspire me everyday, no amazing bff, lovable, calm and gentle mom or a boyfriend who doesn't think I'm a total loser...."

These lines broke me though 😭...

So my theory is that in that universe Tom is dead and Sabine is abusive( I totally can't imagine that tho) that would explain why she behaved like that with Sabine and she works in her dad's bakery to keep his name.

Oh well I have a worse on........ Both Tom and Sabine are dead and she was adopted by someome who were very abusive(let's consider that after she graduated junior high she moved out of that school and is probably out of Chloe's grasp) they even intended to sell the bakery, the only belonging of her late parents she was left with. That was when she met supreme and he offered her that in exchange of killing her abusive guardian she will have to work with him. So maybe her wish could be returning to those happy times with her parents without Chloe or any suffering. Well I guess it was a bit far fetched but anywaaaays.... 😅

Okay let's analyse another scene..... The one where she was reading Mari's diary.

What's interesting about her in Mari's room was that she certainly recognised her room and we can see that she does live in the bakery after all. The reason why she acted that way was to save her identity getting exposed to Claw Noir(which I don't think she cares that much about) or she really wanted to find out if this version of her had a better and happier life than hers.while she pretended that she wanted to look for clues, she went through Mari's personal stuff life her computer, her diary and her other things not because she was looking for clues but because she wanted know what kind of life this MARINETTE had.

Look, she was crying while reading that diary. She wants this life.

Just look at her... Looking into the life of a version of herself she wishes she could be. A world where "THERE ARE AMAZING GIRLFRIENDS TO INSPIRE HER EVERYDAY, AN AMAZING BFF, LOVABLE AND CALM MOM AND A BOYFRIEND WHO DOESN'T THINK THAT SHE IS A TOTAL LOOSER".

You see.. behind that evil mask there is a broken girl who longs to be loved. she wants a shoulder to cry on, hands who would embrace her tight when she is crying. She may look like a total badass who doesn't need anyone but no! that's not the case at all.

Aaaand I think she does have someone like that in her life already, and that person is the one and only CLAW NOIR. ........Even if she refuses to acknowledge it.

So, while she was shutted down, abandoned, bullied and absused her whole life and had no one to helf her up, Claw Noir was there for her,even though he is a total dork who teases her all the time.

Well yeah he is hella rude and disrespects her A LOT, it may look like she may never fall for him normally, but lets consider emonette's circumstances...... As much as we know she doesn't have anyone to rely on, no friends and probably no family. She never had anyone to inspire her. In a life like this...... After she got her miraculous and met Claw Noir, she finally had a reason to live, a reason to fight and a person, she could work together with and trust just a little bit yeah not totally cuz well he does let her fall head on..

In Mari's room when she reads the diary and learns about Ladybug and Chat Noir's relationship, their friendship, their partnership. She does look like she wants that too. (Also this may not apply to everyone but sometimes two people who like each other tease each other a lot....... )

They may fight eachother and not consider each other as partners, but they do make an amazing team. They may not be partners but they've got eachother's back at time of need. Just how Shadybug needs Clawnoir's strength while fighting and how Clawnoir relies on Shadybug's plans.

Also this scene...... While you can say that he is acting this way because he now knows that she is Marinette, the girl he likes.., but we know he is Adrien afterall he may care about Shadybug deep down without realising it and with him now knowing who she really is has realised it.

Just look at him he looks sad when he sees her cry too. He may act like he doesn't care but he actually does. He is like "I am the only one who can hurt her, anyone else who dares to do that must pay....." .

And the scene where she opens up to Mari was just so emotional, I literally started crying. There was pain, sorrow and grief in her eyes. She was suffering and was jealous of Mari,'cuz she thought that she had everything for granted, she thought that she never knew what suffering was like. Her words were so sad. But after Mari made her feel that they really are alike and changed her for better I felt so happy......

And after that when she met (now improved) Claw Noir they felt like they were more to each other and I loved it..

All I want now is a ShadyClaw series.. we need to know what happened after that.... And before they landed in the multiverse.

Well aren't they the cutest.

I wish they become a couple in future.....

Oh well that was a long one.....

Well I had it in mind for quite a long time but couldn't write it because I have exams coming 😭. But wanted to finish it before I forgot it. So here I am. I hope y'all liked it though.

Okay let's end it with a quote:.

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”

I hope this becomes true for our beloved emoadrinette.

Bug out!🐞🐾

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mehidktbh · 2 years

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Showering with Kurt HC

Pairing: Kurt Kunkle x Fem!Reader

Warning 18+: Sex mentioned, smut/NSFW, suggestive themes, mentions insecurities with the reader, Kurt being a perv, the reader is hot and Kurt is hot

A/N: This is my first time writing for Kurt, hopefully, he’s not out of character 😭 So scared over how this turned out, don’t know how I feel about it. But oh well.

SFW

- Kurt probably tells you he washes his hair like every 2-3 days. But in reality he’ll totally forget that he even has hair and never washes it. Which is why you’ll always see dry shampoo spray bottles all over his bedroom.

- He tries his best to appeal to his Spree customers (victims) and you. For example, if you ever go out on a date, he’d spray his hair like crazy with shampoo.

- But Kurt can also just not do any of that, for example in the movie how his hair is oily or whatever. There are times when Kurt doesn’t care and he’d rather skip it. He feels more comfortable and confident around you, so going out with you makes me feel like he doesn’t need to do that.

- Kurt would also accept any request for him to join you in the shower. The thought of him being so close to you in the shower, naked bodies and all. He’d die trying to get in there.

- So the only way to get him to shower is if you do it with him. Or if you are not comfortable, treating him like a child and telling him he’ll get a “special” reward if he does. Which he falls for every time

- You will expect Kurt to let you handle all the washing, for example. He’ll make you rub his back, stomach, face and just everywhere on him. He doesn’t mind what body/hair products you use, he’s happy if you happy. So you could make him use girl products and he’ll be fine. Smelling like you every day all day is a dream come true.

- He’d also clean you too. What’s the point of a boyfriend if they don’t return the love you give them. He’s nervous at first but eventually he comes around to it and soon enough he’s your professional massager.

- Kurt would also be super playful too, he’d totally splash water at you from time to time. Or drop the soap just for you to pick it up. Just don’t turn around.

- Kurt gets it if you are insecure too about your body, he respects your opinion and boundaries. If you ever feel uncomfortable or he’ll notice you sadly standing in the corner. He’s more than happy to get out, a man of his word.

NSFW

- What’s showering without Kurt’s horniess.

- Going back to Kurt washing you, there are times when you are so relaxed and focused on how Kurt is washing you. You don’t know that his hands are rubbing up and down your thighs. Or he’ll make a whole point on why you should let him clean your breasts. Which instead turns into him teasing you.

- He’s a little clumsy in the shower too, probably not the best place to fuck. But Kurt’s too impatient to get out, and he’d rather you hold onto him for dear life.

- Talking about insecurities, Kurt would love to shower you with his affection and love. He’d spend hours showing you how beautiful you are. So he can be a very lovely Dovey, groping you and squeezing your skin. Hickeys everywhere, all over your things to your neck. You come out not walking than before.

- Hopefully, when you do take a shower with him there’s no one around. Either his parents or your parents, any friends or guardians are going to hear. Kurt’s a moaner and there’s no denying it, he whimpers and can’t seem to quiet down when you tell him to. So if you live alone, it’s a plus for Kurt. Knowing how noise can easily bounce off the walls makes him stress less. (Not that he minds)

#slashers #slasher #horror #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x you #Kurt Kunkle x y/n #Kurt Kunkle x s/o #Kurt Kunkle x Fem!reader #kurt kunkle #spree movie #spree 2020 #joe keery #joe kerry x reader

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hyunlixsbbygirl · 9 months

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♡︎ Our Little Secret

When Chan is left home alone one night, he finds himself reading fanfiction about his members and getting himself into a bit of a predicament. What's worse? One of his members catches him in the act.

──❥ pairing: bangchan x leeknow

──❥ length: 3.3k

──❥ warnings: 18+, idol au, smut, needy member, dirty talk, low key admiration

──❥ note: the characters don't represent real idols; this is a work of fiction intended for entertainment purposes only. this in no way represents nor reflects real life. this work has been cross posted to ao3 under the username thishippiekid.

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"Text me when you're on your way back. I mean it Changbin, if you forget again I will punish you somehow." The younger member pouted slightly but eventually gave in and agreed to text their leader when they were heading back home; the younger members of the group were all going to Got7's dorm for Mark's birthday. Chan had also been invited but since he was still getting over a small cold, he declined the offer playing it safe. "Yah, Jisung. Watch Felix's alcohol intake. The last thing I need is for him to wander off alone again." Jisung nodded and linked arms with his birthday twin before they all scrambled out of the door. Chan sighed heavily, while he was happy to finally have the dorm all to himself; he couldn't help but worry about his boys. "They'll be fine, they're adults. They can manage themselves without me." He attempted to calm himself with his own words but in reality, it just made him more worried. Shaking his head to rid himself of negative thoughts; Chan headed back to his bedroom thinking it might be nice to do an impromptu Channie's Room for Stay.

Entering his bedroom Chan realized that it was far too messy to actually go live and he really didn't feel like going to the company to go live either; it was cold outside and the last thing he needed was for his cold to get worse right before comeback season. He needed a distraction though; anything would do at this point, he just didn't want to become the over worried leader and start harrassing the members in their group chat while they were having fun. Flopping down onto his bed, he placed his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling; it wasn't often that he had the whole dorm to himself so he really didn't know what to do. He could play video games without worrying about being too loud when he inevitably lost, or he could work on producing some new music without having to use his headphones, or he could watch a movie while on FaceTime with his sister Hannah.

Pulling out his phone, Chan decided to look through Twitter and see what Stays were up to; he clicked on the Stray Kids hashtag first and scrolled through all the edits that were recently posted. "Wow, these are really good. I wish I could reply to them all." he said out loud. He ended up saving a few of the edits to show the members later before clicking on his personal hashtag; his heart filling up with joy at all the sweet things Stays were saying about him. "Some day I'll get my own Twitter account and reply to you all my little Stays" clicking out of the app he hovered his thumb over his other apps wondering what to look at next; there was always TikTok but he really didn't find it all that interesting these days. As he pondered getting on Among Us or watching YouTube, he got a text from his sister and one of his best friends in Australia.

Baby Brat: Yah stupid! Have you ever read fanfiction about your group? Brady Boy: Hannah just found one about you and Minho that you should totally check out!

Chan rolled his eyes, sighing heavily and debating on even texting them back. He knew the fans wrote fanfiction about them; occasionally he would come across a link on Twitter to one and check it out, the fans really had a talent for writing. Some of the stories they came up with were just incredible; like the one he last read where Stray Kids were a pack of wolves, whoever the writer was really knew how to write a great story. Thinking about that story made him curious; he went back onto Twitter and searched up the hashtage Stray Kids fanfic, but to his dismay, there weren't any links for new stories. He wasn't too sure on where else one could find fanfiction either, he always just clicked on the links that Twitter had but never paid attention to the website that was pulled up.

Wolf Leader: I've read a few lol, found any good ones? Brady Boy: Not really, just a few that I found on Twitter but I assume you've already read those. Baby Brat: Just look on AO3 dummy *eye roll*

"AO3?" Chan asks out loud as if his sister could hear him from across the world. He opened up his phone's web browser to google and typed in 'AO3' the first link seeming like the right website but just to be sure he took a screen shot and sent it to his sister to confirm. Once she confirmed that the first link was indeed the website she was talking about; he clicked on it and registered himself. He made sure to use a pretty common user name so he could keep this a secret from fans and hopefully his members. Once he was finished, he clicked on the search button, thinking about what to actually search up; should he try just straight up Stray Kids or should he pick a specific ship? He honestly didn't know what ship he would even want to read about so he chose to just search Stray Kids. Approximately 47,000 stories popped up, each with their unique tags and story descriptions; "There's so many!" his eyes widening as he began to scroll down the first page, reading the brief descriptions of each before choosing one.

It was titled 'Loving the Devil' and was centered around himself and Lee Know. The tags didn't contain anything concerning (though it did mention smut) so he clicked on the title and began reading. The story was set in the idol universe so it was more realistic than being set in a school setting or something. The beginning of the story was pretty mild and scarily accurate; describing how stressed the members were during comeback season and Chan of course wishing he could help his boys relieve their stress somehow. "Look at me always caring for my boys, even in fake scenarios." he smiled as he continued reading the story.

About half way through the story, things really began to heat up; Chan got into a fight with Lee Know who ended up pushing him against a wall threatening to hit him. "Okay, Lee Know would never do that... at least not to me." his eyes becoming wide as he read further down the page realizing that instead of hitting him, Lee Know kissed him. A very detailed description of the two of them making out and stripping each other's clothes off made Chan's face heat up; partially from embarassment and partially out of lust. He unknowingly was being turned on reading a completely fake scenario that would never happen in real life about him and one of his members. He hadn't read that far into the smut scene when he had to put his phone down and take a deep breath; his heart was racing and his whole body was heated.

When he felt himself calm down a little; he went back to reading. He knew it was probably a bad idea to continue reading something so hot and horny, especially when it involved one of his members but he couldn't force himself to click away. He licked his lips as he read about Lee Know pushing him down onto the bed, straddling his thighs and running his finger tips lightly over his abs; mental images coming into his mind as though he were watching a movie of himself and Lee Know. He felt himself growing hard in his shorts as he kept reading and imagining the things that were being described; if he was completely honest with himself, he did occasionally think about what would happen if he and another member did things like this. They were all touch deprived and in need of sexual release so it wasn't abnormal to think about doing it with the members. BamBam had once admitted that he and Yugyeom fooled around a few times and told Chan that he knew of other idol groups sleeping with each other too.

The more he thought about sleeping with one of his members, the harder he became. His breathing coming out faster and unstable; body heating with lust and desire as he trailed his hand down his stomach to the aching bulge in his shorts. He palmed himself over the thick fabric slowly and teasingly; it wouldn't be bad to just relieve himself while imagining Lee Know going down on him right? He was completely alone after all, no one would ever know that he got himself off to a fanfic of him and Lee Know. Grunting slightly, Chan lifted his hips to slide his shorts and boxers off; discarding them on the floor next to his bed before pulling his blanket over his erection. He may be alone now but he was always cautious when it came to jacking off; always making sure he could abort the mission at the first sign of someone coming home.

He continued to read the fanfiction as he wrapped his free hand around his cock and began pumping himself nice and slow, building up the pressure and getting fully hard before really giving himself a good stroke. Soft sighs dripped out of his mouth as the mental images danced around in his head; Lee Know on his knees with Chan's cock in his pretty mouth, the younger's tongue swirling around the angrily red tip before he took him fully into his mouth again. Chan was really getting into the story so he didn't hear the little chime of the front door unlocking or the sound of someone calling his name from the living room. The mysterious member padded down the hallway towards the elder's room, barely making a sound as he opened the door, "Hey hyung I..."

Lee Know paused in the doorway, mouth hanging open and eyes wide in shock at what he just stumbled in on; Chan laying in bed, stroking himself underneath a blanket and in mid moan of his name. Chan threw his phone across the room, jumping at the sudden intrusion; lucky for him his phone landed on Felix's bed safely. "What are you doing here?!" the panic evident in the leader's voice as he tried to hide his erection from the younger despite already being caught. To the elder's surprise, Lee Know walked further into the bedroom; closing the door behind him and locking it "I got bored so I came back early" there was something hidden in the younger's voice that made Chan shiver. "I expected to find you filming Channie's Room, not thinking about me while getting off." Chan blushed deep, the blush spreading wide across his cheeks and up into his ears.

"I have to admit, hearing you moan my name is pretty hot" Chan nearly whined at the younger's words; was this really happening? There was no way the exact person Chan had been imagining was now walking towards him seductively with the look of lust in his eyes. "So tell me, what inticed you to think about me?" Lee Know crawled up Chan from the bottom of the bed, never taking his eyes off the older's. "I was uh... r-reading." Lee Know smirked as he straddled the leader's thighs, his ass coming in complete contact with Chan's still hard erection. "Oh, a fanfiction I see. I didn't expect you of all the members to read through that stuff. I assumed you'd avoid it." he leaned down so that his breath ghosted against Chan's lips, it sent tingles up and down the older's spine.

"I g-got curious... and Hannah m-mentioned it so I- I..." Chan's breath hitched and his back arched slightly off the bed, "So you looked for a story about you and I? Tell me, what were we doing in the story Channie?" He had to use every ounce of self control he had not to roll his hips upwards into the younger's ass; he was so painfully hard and needed to feel something to relieve the pressure. "We were... f-fighting and you pressed me against t-the wall. You were g-going to hit me but at the last m-minute you kissed me instead." Lee Know raised his eyebrows in intrigue, his eyes moving from Chan's eyes, down to his lips and back up again. "So the thought of me kissing you made you horny?" Lee Know brought his lips slightly closer to Chan's, letting a chuckle escape his throat when he saw the elder lift his head up in an attempt to feel thier lips against each other.

"What else did I do to you?" the younger slipped his hands underneath the older's shirt and lightly traced his finger tips over his abs just like his character had in the story. Chan moaned and bucked his hips upwards, sucking in his breath when he finally got a little friction. "Y-you shoved me onto the bed and k-kissed your way down my stomach" the younger forced Chan to sit up so he could slid his shirt off before hungrily kissing him finally. Lee Know letting a moan of his own slip past his lips as he felt how needy his leader was for him; how the other hungrily kissed him back, licking over his bottom lip asking for permission to enter his mouth. The younger parted his lips; allowing the older to explore him, their tongues swirling around each other as their breathing became heavier and small moans and whines escaped them.

Lee Know broke the kiss to bring it down the older's jaw to his neck, biting and sucking the warm skin; Chan tilting his head to the side to give the younger more room. Lee Know was careful not to leave any visible marks but still biting and sucking hard enough to pull moans from the older. "How far did we go?" the younger brought his kisses down to Chan's collarbones as his fingertips rubbed against his nipples; the older shivered under the touch, finding it difficult to form the words he needed to say. "You... uh.. you... s-sucked me off."

The younger's mouth made its way down to Chan's left nipple, sucking the bud into his mouth until it was hard and sensitive before repeating his actions on the right; his hand wandering down to Chan's cock and palming him over the blanket. "So you imagined my mouth around your cock huh? Swirling my tongue around your sensitive tip?" Oh the younger was evil, he was being a tease on purpose and he knew exactly what he was doing. "P-please...Min" Chan begged, he was getting desperate for release. His stomach tight with the over flowing need to cum.

Lee Know smirked as he kissed his way down Chan's abs until his mouth was hovering over his cock; moving the blanket, Chan felt the warm breath of the younger against him and shivered in need. "You're so needy hyung, look at how red your cock is. Leaking so much for me and I haven't even done anything yet" Chan whines, thrusting his hips up slightly to indicate that he was very needy indeed. Lee Know clicked his tongue before kitty licking the tip, eyes fixed on Chan's face as a wave of pleasure washed over it. "Oh g-god..." Chan moans, his eyes closed and head thrown back against the pillow as he finally gets what he was seeking.

The younger licks all the way down Chan's shaft on one side and then up the other, smirking when the older squirms from the pleasure; "Do you want to fuck my mouth Channie? You want to watch me take your cock down my throat?" his voice becoming more seductive than before as he batted his eyelashes prettily. "T-that won't hurt you?" Lee Know shakes his head, "It wouldn't be the first time I had something in my mouth, though this is the first time sucking someone off." Chan didn't question this for long as he sat up, the younger slipping off the bed to his knees as Chan sat on the edge.

Lee Know opened his mouth diligently as Chan slid his cock into his mouth; he was hesitant, he didn't want to hurt the younger especially since he was a singer and needed his throat to be okay. Lee Know sucked Chan deeper into his mouth, hallowing out his cheeks and closing his eyes as he moaned around him; the vibrations adding to the sensation causing Chan to moan louder than he did before. Slowly he built confidence and started thrusting his hips into the younger's mouth. Lee Know gladly sucked Chan all the way into his mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat with every thrust.

"F-fuck.. Min..." Chan was impressed that the younger was capable of something like this; he didn't even gag or choke when the back of his throat was abused over and over again. The younger simply moaned around him; his hands holding Chan's thighs for balance and stability as the older fucked his mouth at a medium pace. "I'm...c-close" Chan warned, the sensation proving to be too much for him last much longer. Lee Know sucked him harder, bobbing his head along with Chan's pace as he brought him closer to his release.

Chan's stomach tightened and he felt tingles course through his body as his orgasm washed over him; squirming and shaking through his release as the younger swallowed his seed the best he could. Not having cum for months, there was a lot for him to swallow and he somehow managed to get every last drop. When Chan finally collapsed on the bed, Lee Know licked him clean before standing up admiring Chan's blissed out face and pants. "Better than imagining it huh hyung?"

Chan nodded, not trusting his speaking abilities at the moment. Lee Know chuckled as he wiped his mouth with the collar of his shirt; he moved to sit on Felix's bed across from the older; a smile plastered on his face from helping his leader feel this amazing. "Want me to suck you off?" Chan suddenly asked, turning his head to look at the younger; his eyes still showing a hint of lust and need in them. "I... uh... well." Lee Know looked down at himself, Chan's eyes following noticing the slight discoloration of his jeans. "You came without being touched?" this time it was Lee Know that blushed.

"I couldn't help it, plus I haven't... you know for nearly a year." Chan reached out for Lee Know's hand, pulling him towards him. "You can always come to me when you need release. You helped me so it's only fair that I return the favor." he leaned into the younger, pressing their lips against each other. Both sighing out in pleasure and deepening the kiss before hearing the chime of the front door being unlocked; they pulled away unwillingly, Lee Know grabbing Chan's clothes and tossing them to him as he laid on Felix's bed acting like they were just talking the whole time.

"Hey you two, have fun while we were gone?" Felix's voice echoed through the hall as his footsteps were heard; the door to the bedroom opening a few seconds later. "We were just talking about comeback season. If you wanna call that fun." Lee Know said in his typical tone of voice. The younger just nodded not noticing that despite being sucked off just moments ago, Chan was already hard again and that Lee Know was squeezing his legs together. "Well I'm going to sleep in Hyunjin's room tonight so I'll see you two in the morning." Felix said happily skipping off to the other's room.

Lee Know looked at Chan and smirked, "Round two?"

#stray kids #skz #felix #hyunjin #bangchan #lee know #changbin #han jisung #i.n #seungmin #skz one shot #minchan

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skellebonez · 1 year

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A Matter of Affection (A Gen LMK Oneshot)

I have a lot of feelings about AroAce MK and Sun Wukong. So, naturally, I HAD to write my own little oneshot of MK realizing he is now a celebrity and that comes with the side effect of... suitors. That he does not want. I am not aromantic, but I am asexual and have talked to enough aromantic people to know there is a lot of overlap between our experiences. So I did my best to convey this through MK and everyone else.

Hope you enjoy this!

(Note: DragonFruit, FreeNoodles, and IronBull are mentioned in passing. Written BEFORE Season 4 came out.)

AO3 Link.

Ok, MK, you can do this… You just have to ask him… ask your mentor for some advice, this is totally fine and not awkward at all. Asking for advice is completely normal. This isn’t awkward. Just. Ask… for advice…’

He was lying to himself, he knew it.

How could this not be awkward?

MK had never asked anyone, let alone Sun Wukong, for help with something like this before. He wanted to ask Mei, she was the only one who knew… well, everything about him at this point, but she was live streaming and he didn’t want to interrupt her while she was having fun just to ask for some advice. Even IF she would gladly pause the stream for his comfort once she realized he was being serious.

So, instead, he found himself flying over in bird form to Mount Huaguo so he could pay his mentor a visit. He’d been doing this just about every day he had free time (and wasn’t due for training) just to say hello, make sure the king wasn’t lonely and to bond more after everything that had happened over the last year. Things seemed to have finally smoothed out into some kind of new normal for everyone.

MK claimed the visit was to deliver Sun Wukong a free “canceled” order of noodles that was close to what he normally ordered, which was not entirely a lie. But he normally would have just eaten it himself or given it to Tang. So in reality it was just an excuse.

But in his attempt to psych himself up to ask for advice he managed to almost psych himself out.

This should be easy! The Monkey King and him were as close as they had ever been as mentor and student (to the point some people, Mei and Sandy namely, said they came off as family). And given who the Monkey King was he MUST have had to deal with similar awkward situations in the past.

So…

“Hey, uh, Monkey King?”

“Yeah bud?”

“Have you ever had someone confess they liked you before?”

Sun Wukong turned to look at his student, an almost disappointed look on his face.

“MK. Bud. I’m Sun Wukong. I’ll give you two guesses and the other one doesn’t count.”

“That many huh?”

“It was CONSTANT,” Sun Wukong said with a laugh. “I mean, I get it. How can I not attract so many admirers when I am…” The monkey king stood, smirking as he struck a pose worthy of any popular C-Drama poster. “Sun Wukong, the Handsome Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Hea-”

“Did you ever accept?” MK interrupted, immediately cringing at the fact he did so.

“Absolutely not,” Sun Wukong said with a shrug, seemingly not bothered by the interruption. “Even if I ever wanted a partner like that? I was way too busy. Journeys to journey on, monks to keep from being eaten alive, you know the story.”

“You never wanted a partner?” MK’s brow raised as he tried to remember all the stories about the immortal he had heard in the past. “Never?”

“Well… hmn” Sun Wukong trailed off, seeming to drop deep into thought as he rubbed his chin and looked into the distance. MK assumed he was trying to find the best words to use for his explanation. “How do I put it… Not never as in never wanting to have a companion. I loved being around people! And I loved some people, just not in the way other people seemed to have loved me. I wouldn’t mind having a life partner who’s cool with hugs and cuddles and spending all our time together without any of the other stuff! I don’t hate thinking about, like… kissing someone? Unless it’s on the cheek or something I’d rather just avoid that if I can, but if it makes my partner happy I think I would be ok with only that. That make sense?”

There was the softest kind of half joking grimace on the Monkey King’s face when he mentioned kissing, the same kind that MK had seen on his own face in the mirror. And then it clicked.

“Oh… my gosh…” MK said, eyes widening in realization. “Is this really going to be how I find out we’re both aroace? SERIOUSLY!?”

“Arrow what now?”

“You don’t have any interest in being with anyone romantically?” MK asked, jumping to stand in front of his mentor. He almost bounced up and down in place, barely able to hold in his excitement. “At all? And never have?”

“No..?” Sun Wukong said slowly, reaching out to put a hand on MK’s head to hold him steady for a second. “Bud, answer my question pl-”

“Aromatic asexual,” MK blurted out, awkward and almost too fast.

It clearly took the king a second to process what he said, but once he did…

“THERE’S A NAME FOR IT!?”

“THAT’S WHAT I SAID!” MK replied to the king’s outburst with a laugh. He bounced harder, despite the hand on his head, in sheer excitement. “I’ve never actually met someone else in person who’s aro or ace or bot, only online! And-and it’s YOU of all people and- WAIT!”

MK held out his hands, taking the immortal’s hand off his head.

“That was a sudden change of tone,” Sun Wukong joked when he caught the serious look on his student’s face. “I’m gonna take a guess and ask if this aroace stuff is related to your initial question?”

“Yeah,” MK said, now feeling a bit more confident and comfortable in being able to ask for some advice. “There’s this girl who’s been coming to the shop over the last few weeks, almost every two days. I think she’s one of the civilians I rescued last month when that clan of beetle demons came to attack the city. And uh…”

“She asked you out, didn’t she?”

“YES!” MK said with a groan as he pulled at his hair. “And she’s super nice and really pretty and any guy or girl would probably be SUPER LUCKY to date her but! I don’t! LIKE PEOPLE IN THAT! WAY!”

“Breathe, MK,” Sun Wukong said, gently guiding his student to let his hair go. “What did you tell her?”

“I had to… think about it?”

“Oh boy…”

“I didn’t wanna tell her no immediately!” MK said, biting his lip now. “I felt… I dunno, pressured? Pigsy and Tang were watching me and…it was awkward.”

“Well, you have to tell her no somehow,” Sun Wukong said with a nod as he rubbed his chin. “You can’t leave her hanging, there’s bound to be some hero worship driving her to ask you out the way she did so quickly and that can be a tough thing to accidentally play into.”

“I know…” MK said. “But I don’t know how. And what about after that? Are MORE people going to ask me out?”

“Definitely, you’re a celebrity now,” Sun Wukong said, almost sounding apologetic.

“Aw man… what should I do?” MK asked as his mentor paced around him in a circle. “Just say ‘I don’t swing any way ever, I’d rather just have super close friends’ for the rest of my life? I’ve only had to say it like… twice and I’m already feeling burnt out!”

“You turned down two other people?”

“No,” MK said with a shake of his head. “I’ve told Mei I’m aroace and I had to tell the metal brothers so they would stop trying to set me up with Mei and Red.”

“Understood. Well, you don’t have to say it every time,” Sun Wukong said with a wave of his hand. “You could wear a hat with that on it.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Listen,” the monkey king said with a smile as he finally stopped in front of his student. “If you can handle the Lady Bone Demon you can handle telling a normal human you’re not interested in them. And if they give you any trouble, you have a whole family behind you to back you up… Even people who can pick up a building with their bare hands could use emotional support, or so Sandy keeps telling me.”

“... that means a lot, Monkey King,” MK said with a genuine smile. “But I… how do I tell her no if she asks me at work again? I don’t wanna be unprofessional and make Pigsy look bad.”

“Good point,” Sun Wukong said with a hum. “And my usual ‘no thanks’ and flying off wouldn’t really work when you’re trapped by societal convention… BUT! There’s someone else who may be able to help you since he also works in the service industry!”

“... wait, you don’t mean-”

“What do you want, Noodle Boy?”

“Aw, no hello to your second best pal?”

“HELLO, Noodle Boy,” Red Son said as he rolled his eyes. “What do you want? Answer quickly before I shut this-”

“How do I turn down a girl who asks me out on a date?”

The fiery demon stared blankly at him, blinking only when MK rushed into his house to get out of the fiery inferno around the Bull Family home and into some shade.

“I… someone asked you out on a date?” Red Son asked, raising one eyebrow in confusion. “You? Noodle Boy? The man who literally never noticed when people are flirting with him?”

“I don’t do that!” MK said, immediately pausing. “... have people been flirting with me? Really?”

“Constantly,” Red Son said as he shut the door and turned to face his unwanted guest. “I honestly don’t know how you never- WHY ARE YOU IN MY FACE?”

“Listen to me carefully,” MK said as he held Red Son’s face in his hands. “I trust you with this information because you’re my friend and Mei loves you. I am aroace. If love was pizza you could order? And platonic love was the toppings? I would be ordering none pizza with left beef every day of my life. So I wouldn’t know flirting if it bit me on the ass.”

“... oooooooooooooooh,” Red Son said with realization dawning on his face as he pushed the other’s hands away. “I see, you’re like the Monkey King. That changes nothing, really, barring the urgency you must be feeling.”

“You knew the Monkey King was aroace?”

“It wasn’t hard to piece together,” Red Son said with a shrug. “I should have guessed the same about you, given your obliviousness to the aforementioned flirting. And also how strongly you reacted when someone assumed you were dating Mei the other week during your last third wheeling session on our date.”

“And I am very sorry about that,” MK said honestly. “But I could still use some help.”

“And what do you want me to do about it?” Red Son asked with a frown. “If the Monkey King couldn’t help you in this area? I was the worst person for you to come to as a second choice. I wasn’t exactly waving suitors off with a baseball bat while working on my bots or helping my mother plan father’s return. Neither was flirtation the first on anyone’s mind when the New Year celebrations were in full swing with my father standing behind me and people coming back to complain my food was ‘too spicy’. And considering we live in the middle of nowhere I didn’t exactly have a lot of experience with random peasants flirting with me, you know.”

“There’s no way that’s possible when you look the way you do,” MK countered.

Red Son sputtered, looking at the other man in shock. “What’s that supposed to mean!?”

“I’m aroace, Red, not incapable of recognizing when someone is objectively hot… pun not intended.”

“I am just going to let that be a compliment and move on,” Red Son said, his face matching his name more and more the longer he spoke. “Anyway, Mei is the first person to ask me out in centuries. I genuinely have no idea how I would tell someone no because I haven’t had to since I was like… the demon age equivalent of 15. And I didn’t have a chance to because that guy was trying to steal from us and got pushed off the roof by one of my Bull Clones.”

“Going to overlook the admission of murder-”

“HE LIVED!”

“-and instead ask if you know anyone else who can help?” MK continued. “I’d ask Mei but, you know, streaming.”

“Hmmn… You could always ask my parents?” Red Son offered with a shrug. “From what they’ve mentioned in the past they were both quite popular with their own respective circles, father especially. They had to turn down more suitors than they could count so they would likely be your best bet for discussing a plan of action.”

“... I mean… I guess that makes sense?” MK mused for a moment. “You’re sure they’re not going to just… tell me to ‘crush them like the unworthy peon they know themselves to be’, right?”

“I make no promises.”

“Ah. Great… I don’t… I mean, I… Could we keep the aroace thing between us for now?”

Red Son looked at MK for a moment before sighing, resting a hand on the other’s shoulder.

“They’re my parents, Noodle Boy, you don’t have to tell them anything you don’t want them to know.”

“... thanks. I mean it.”

And he did.

DBK stared at MK.

MK stared at DBK.

"I… usually ran away," DBK admitted with an oddly embarrassed and soft tone.

"I don't know what answer I expected. But it wasn't that."

"I was a VERY shy calf, THIEF!"

MK had managed to avoid having to come out to literally everyone he talked to that day, but in exchange for having Red Son keep his secret for the short time being until he felt it necessary to tell the entire Bull Family (and there was no need in his mind, they could live without ever knowing this about him) he was now having one of the most awkward conversations of his entire 21 years of living.

And he thought asking the Monkey King was going to be awkward.

“It was quite adorable to see him literally running away from his suitors,” Princess Iron Fan said with a chuckle. “Maybe that’s why I gave him a chance when he finally worked up the courage to ask me. Even when he saw me literally blowing his competition away with my fan he still braved the chance to give me flowers and ask for one afternoon together.”

“Aw, that’s really sweet,” MK couldn’t help but say when he saw the wistful look Red’s mom wore when looking at her husband. Romance may have never been for him personally, but a good romantic story or seeing other people happy always managed to make him happy by proxy. “Unfortunately, I don’t think those are options for me.”

“Understandably so,” DBK said with a gruff nod. “You have both an image to upkeep as the simian’s successor AND as a duty to your boss.”

“Maybe Mei is done streaming…” MK muttered. “She’s had to tell so many people no, especially stream snipers, that she’ll probably know what to do.”

Princess Iron Fan chuckled at the mention of her son’s girlfriend.

"Frankly I'm quite amazed that Mei had to be the one to pursue my son, considering he is usually the one more prone to pining."

"MOTHER!"

"It runs in the family, dear."

"Not you too, father…"

“And I am going to head out before Red Son feels I know too much!” MK announced, turning to leave. “Thank you for the advice anyway, I appreciate it!”

"You know you could ask your dads for advice, right?" PIF said suddenly.

"...I forgot I could do that."

"How are we not dead?" DBK questioned under his breath. "He forgets so much."

“I THOUGHT YOU ALREADY ASKED THEM IF YOU CAME TO ME, NOODLE BOY!”

MK felt so… stupid.

He couldn’t believe that he never thought to just ask Pigsy and Tang. They were right there and all he would have to do was wait for the day to end. So… why?

Why not just ask his dads?

“MK!” Mei’s voice suddenly sounded as he slowly walked his way back through the city, pulling him from his thoughts. “I was just heading to get some dinner at Pigsy’s! I assume you’re heading in the same way?”

“Sort of?” MK answered with an awkward chuckle. “I’m kinda… taking my time in a walk of shame since I realized I just made my day a lot harder than it needed to be.”

“What do you mean?” Mei asked as she fell into step beside her friend.

“A girl I rescued asked me out on a date and I didn’t exactly tell her no or yes,” MK started, watching as Mei grimaced in sympathy. “So I asked Monkey King for some advice since, you know, he’s bound to have experience with fans and stuff asking him out. But he couldn’t help me with telling her no if she asks while I’m at work. Then he sent me to Red Son who also couldn’t give me advice so he sent me to his parents, who ALSO couldn’t give me advice because they either ran or literally tossed their confessors away from them and THEN PIF said I could have asked my dads and I realized she was right and I wasted basically my whole day running around for dating advice… and now the Monkey King and Red Son know about me being aroace too, that also happened.”

“Whoa, slow your roll,” Mei said, pulling MK to the side of the walkway so people could go around them. “You told Sun Wukong and Red you’re ace? One after the other?”

“Yeah,” MK said with a nod.

“OK, well,” Mei said with her own nod. “Considering you’re telling me and nothing else was mentioned I assume they both took it well! Which is good, glad for you, but… I also know your dads don’t know yet. Are you comfortable coming out three times in one day to four people?”

“It’s way less embarrassing than what I’m going to ask them,” MK said slowly. “And embarrassment is really what I’m worried about-”

“I’m not asking if it’s embarrassing,” Mei said slowly. She put a hand on MK’s shoulder. “I’m asking if you’re comfortable. You had a panic attack when you told ME. And I know they’re them and things are definitely going to be ok, but it’s a lot in one day dude. That’s… that’s a lot of coming out one after the other.”

MK paused, looking at Mei for a moment before smiling and taking her hand off his shoulder to just hold it for a second.

“I think I’ll be ok,” he said. “I’d appreciate some support, though? I think after LBD my anxiety meter is a little broken so I may be running on adrenaline right now.”

“You don’t even have to ask,” Mei said as she squeezed his hand. “We’re BBFs, Best Buds Forever. A little support is the least I can offer.”

“Thanks. Like I said though, I’m more worried about the embarrassment. Do you know how embarrassing it is to ask your parents for relationship advice?" MK asked with a deadpan tone. "Let alone dating advice from ones who don't know you have no interest in dating and you have to ask them about how to turn people DOWN?"

"Nope," Mei said. "I looked it all up online."

"I fear for what you may have read."

"I am eternally traumatized!" Mei said with a wide smile, her tone making MK chuckle despite the implications.

“... you’re a really good friend, you know that?”

“... I try to be.”

“Thanks. I mean it.”

And he meant it then too.

“I… I need to ask you guys something,” MK said almost immediately after they got to the noodle shop.

Maybe it was his tone, more tired and shaky than he meant for it to sound. He guessed some of the adrenaline had seeped away from him on his short walk back with Mei. Or maybe it was the fact it was such a slow day that Pigsy never even had to call him back and the shop was empty and quiet until the door opened for himself and Mei.

But something about the situation made his dads look at each other in concern.

“Sure, sit down,” Tang said, gesturing for MK to sit next to him. Mei sat down to his other side with no need for guidance.

"What’s up?” Pigsy said as he stopped what he was doping to stand in front of MK. When there was no reply he sighed, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. “You know you can talk to us about anything, right?"

That softest smile that was reserved only for comforting family made MK feel like he really could be honest with his dads. He told everyone else by now so… why not them? He could totally do it.

"Well… I have… a bit of girl trouble?" MK started, holding up a hand before either of them could say anything else. “But it’s… I want to… turn her down?”

“That’s it?” Pigsy said with a raise of his brow. “Is this the same girl that asked you out yesterday?”

“Yeah…” MK said slowly. He felt Mei squeeze his hand in silent assurance. “It’s just… she’s pretty! But I have no idea who she is and… I don’t… I don’t… wanna date. I don’t wanna date anyone… ever?”

“MK,” Tang said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “MK, were you worried about telling us that?”

“Yeah?” He said quickly with a shrug. “I know, you always say you’ll love me no matter what, but… I mean… you two looked so excited at the idea of me dating someone that I felt I couldn’t say no to her. Plus, I didn’t wanna look like a jerk as the Monkie Kid or make Pigsy’s look bad because of me. I-”

“Whoa, hang on,” Pigsy said as he leaned over the counter. “Kid, MK, you’re not gonna make the shop look bad because you turned down someone who asked you out on the job. If anything, I’d make us look bad by chasing them out if they gave you any trouble for it.”

“Wait, you mean it?” MK said in awe as he stared at his dad.

“Yup,” Pigsy said with a nod.

“We’re sorry if we made you feel pressured to say yeah by being excited,” Tang said, looking at Pigsy and waiting for his nod before continuing. “We just want you to be happy.”

“And what if never being with someone is what makes me happy?” MK asked. “What if I wanna just be with you guys and have friends I can hug and that’s it?”

“Then we’re happy if you’re happy,” Pigsy and Tang said at the same time, looking at each other in surprise before chuckling at the way they synced up.

“Oh thank HECK,” MK said, immediately slumping down onto the counter. “I was worried over nothing and now I’m exhausted.”

“Hey, you were worried about how they’d react and that’s understandable,” Mei said as she spoke up from his other side. “Like how I was with my parents.”

“And there’s no exhaustion that a nice bowl of Pigsy’s noodles can’t fix,” Pigsy said with a chuckle. “Come on. Tell us everything. It sounds like we have some revelations to go over because you’re… non-romantic?”

“Aromantic,” Tang corrected. “Hmn… maybe that explains why you have so much love to give to everyone else platonically.”

His tone of voice told MK that was clearly a joke made in an attempt to lighten the mood.

And it worked.

As awkward as it was, MK started to laugh.

“Well… it started when I saved her about a month ago.”

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #fanfic #gen fic #lmk mk #qi xiaotian #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk mei #long xiaojiao #lmk red son #lmk demon bull king #lmk princess iron fan #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #aroace

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quills-of-freedom · 1 year

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Slow dance with ~

Reiner Braun ❤

If this song doesn't sum up Reiner, his situation and his feelings for you, I'll eat my hat & shoes.

My actual heart, though.

"I'll be there as soon as I can, But I'm busy mending broken, pieces of the life I had before... Before you..."

"You could be my unintended choice, to live my life extended, you, could be the one i'll always love..."

Reiner didn't know which was worse; the fact he betrayed you all those years ago, or that he was still desperately in love with you. Not once did you leave his thoughts for longer than a day at a time, no matter what he had going on. Still plagued with haunting nightmares of you trying to kill him in Shiganshina, he didn't think he'd ever have the honour of speaking with you again. But with everything that's happened and the world now at peace... maybe now he can bring his retribution to an end - because the last four years have been nothing but torment.

The burden of guilt weighed heavy on his back and more than once has he wanted to just end his suffering by his own hand.

He's seen a lot over the years. Pain. Suffering. Death. Betrayal.

But nothing scares him more than the idea you had no love left for him, that you still couldn't forgive him for what he did. He wouldn't blame you, of course. But nothing terrifies an atheist more than the concept of death, and without you, there was nothing after it all. It was all for nothing. Without you, it's just a desolate void.

He remembers falling for you so hard back in cadets. What started as a little crush catching fire and smouldering into full blown love, the inferno like a whirlwind out of control as he tried to calm his racing thoughts about you, knowing all too well it wasn't going to end well. But when he started to forget; when everything mushed together into one reality or the other, was when he had totally gotten lost within himself. And there you were, always there to hold him up when the weight was too much. So of course he was going to call out to your out-reached hand of unconditional admiration and adoration.

The celebrations at the palace were bitter-sweet. Yes, the war was over. Yes, an age of peace had finally begun.

But to the loss of so many lives.

One including many of your friends.

The cruel irony that you could now experience true freedom, by the death of your best friend, of whom, you'd promised you'd both traverse the world together. The innocent childhood glint behind your eyes forever extinguished - replaced by grief.

Eren was dead.

Mikasa. Gone.

No one knew where she'd went. But all that was left now was the gratitude from the people you'd saved. A pointless goal of nothing awaited you. No more fighting, no more dreaming.

You'd all been granted your medals of outstanding service at a ceremony and now as the party begins to extinguish of voices and laughter, Reiner was alone on the terrace. The floor-to-ceiling grand windows illuminating his back as he leans upon the stone balustrade, the cold nip in the air not deterring the exhausted veteran.

"Reiner?"

His heart skips a beat.

He recognised that voice, and would for the rest of his days.

The voice he was terrified of forgetting the sound of. The sweet song of praise that were your vocals.

He turns to see you in your beautiful dress standing at the grand over-the-top door to the ballroom.

"Sorry, I didn't think anyone was out here. It's so bright in there I couldn't see outside." You explain as you go to join him for some fresh air.

"It's alright." Is all he can manage to vocalise over his now trembling body.

He was a fine sight in his suit although the night had taken its toll, his blazer gone and tie loosened, white sleeves pushed up his large forearms. He gazed ahead into the inky blackness of the evening, the dark void where all traumas and nightmares lay in wait.

"I guess a congratulation is in order." You hum. "The fighting is finally over. And you're no longer a titan, right?"

"Right." He affirms with a nod, nervously twiddling his fingers over the balustrade.

"It's strange. We should feel happy, right? So, why don't I feel happy?"

He glances at your pleading eyes, pleading for some wisdom he didn't have. He didn't have it because he was in the same boat.

"I don't know." He swallows, returning his head to face ahead of him. "I guess the loss was too great."

His heart was breaking all over again.

He could feel your pain seeping from your being. That empty pain behind your eyes much like the pair he sees in the mirror everyday. You had always been too precious for this world. And now it was finally all said and done, you couldn't even enjoy it. He knew how much Eren and Mikasa meant to you.

And Sasha.

And Marco.

"y/n, i'm sorry." He mutters. "I'm not the best person to be talking to about this."

"You promised me, right?" Her tone quivers as the song inside changes to a slow-paced tune to begin to draw a close to the evening. "Five years ago. That you'll always be there for me?"

His lips part and he turns to face you, his equally pained orbs searching yours for any hint of a cruel joke.

But there wasn't any.

All he could see were the burning cinders of innocence cruelly pillaged by events that were not by your own doing.

"And you're back now, aren't you?" You continue, filling in his silence as he is lost for words. "Aren't you?"

A tear streams down your cheek, the lachrymose proving to be too much.

Without a word, he pulls you into his chest, his arms that have longed and ached for you for so long, now finally holding you once more as he holds your head against his solid chest, holding you up as you crumble.

"The world is cruel. But it's also beautiful..." You whisper in memory of your friend, your eyes clasping shut as the pain in your chest becomes more intense.

He inhales you before resting his cheek on top of your head, his eyes pleading as he slowly cradles you from side to side. Your skin. Your heart. Your scent. God he'd missed it all.

You had always been the one to hold his chin high when all was lost. And now, he can finally do the same for you.

With a sniffle, you slide your hands up and over his shoulders as he continues to rock slowly, his hands instinctively resting upon your waist as you both begin to dance slowly to the low tune bellowing from within the palace.

His warmth radiates over you; he may no longer hold the power of the nine titans, but you could still feel his great strength and iron will beneath his flesh, as he holds you as if you would be snatched away if he let go for a second.

"I still love you, y/n." He whispers with a dry mouth.

What did he really have to lose?

"I know." She breathes. "I still love you too."

The indescribable amount of pain that has stripped you bare over the years did not show any signs of relenting anytime soon. But now at least... you have Reiner back. Maybe you could begin new dreams. Together.

#Spotify #reiner x you #reiner x reader #snk x reader #reiner brainrot #reiner braun #reiner imagine

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phoenix-and-found-family · 2 months

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Fire.

Everything was coming down in a rain of metal and asphalt and fire.

Spaceship parts, death engine parts, car parts, human parts, a leg, an arm, an eyeball, their mother's head, their father's torso, fire, fire, so much fire, there was too much fire, everything would burn, fire, they hated fire, they loved to burn things, they were fourteen, they were twenty, they needed to leave, they couldn't move, everything was burning, they were going to burn-

"Agent?"

They fell back into reality- literally. Their rolling chair tipped over with them in it, slamming their head against the metal floor of the van hard enough to make a noise.

"Oww..."

They pulled themselves up with the desk's assistance. They were fairly sure they didn't have a concussion, because they knew what those felt like and this wasn't it.

"Are you okay?!"

They put the earpiece in their ear.

"No. I've fallen to my death and this is my ghost speaking."

They heard their handler sigh.

"Agent, I know it's late, but-"

"It's late?"

Last they remembered it was nine pm.

"It's three am, did you... not know that?"

They opened a window a little to see they were parked in a completely empty, completely dark restaurant parking lot.

"I, uh, may have zoned out for a couple of hours."

Their handler hesitated, almost like he was afraid to talk more.

"I know it's not my place to ask, but... Agent, do you have a home?"

They paused.

"...What?"

"I was just- I was just wondering."

They were completely caught off guard. Did he not know that they lived in the van?!

"I-I mean, yeah, yeah of course I have a home."

They weren't sure exactly why they were lying to him.

"All the homey stuff in my good old place of residence, that I totally live in all the time."

"Agent, your acting is terrible."

They rolled their eyes.

"Well I'm sorry I'm not Juniper."

There was a pause.

"Do you... live in the van?"

They shot up from their chair so hard that they almost hit the roof.

"What?! No!! Of course I don't live in the van!"

"So your totally real house has metal flooring?"

They didn't know how to respond to that without saying "yes I live in a van" or "crackhouse."

Their handler sighed.

"Agent, you know that you can request housing from the agency? With your rapidly increasing popularity, I'm sure they would be happy to oblige."

They say back down with a pathetic squeak from their chair. That sound probably described them perfectly.

"... Agent-"

"-I don't want to be a bother."

They clenched their fist.

They knew if they told people about the van situation, it would lead to them asking for other things, like maybe drugs to make the pain go away, or something to make the visions stop.

Every single person who they had told about the flashbacks had run away the second they saw how they reacted to them. The clawing at the neck. The screaming. The crying. Or the opposite.

Complete and utter silence and staring off into space.

Based on how much their neck hurt, they were assuming one of the latter.

"I know that I can live on my own, in a van, and I'm good at it. I don't want to take away things other people need. I'm doing fine."

"Sleeping in a VAN is not doing fine!"

They were so surprised by the handler yelling that they unclenched their fist for a second.

"Eating mostly junk food is not DOING FINE! Not requesting AID that you NEED is NOT, DOING, FINE!!!"

They slammed their fist on the table so hard their computer turned itself on.

"ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ME OR YOU?!"

The Handler might have said something else, but they were too enraged to listen. How dare he yell at them about aid when something's clearly going on for him to be awake at three am?! He wasn't their dad, he couldn't judge them!!

"Look, Handler, I've been without my parents for seven years. I'm twenty one. I'm old enough to make my own decisions about my own life. You're not my dad. You're my boss. So start fucking acting like it."

Both of them sat in stunned silence for a little while.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from. I... didn't, mean it."

They regretted their outburst immediately. It wasn't his fault that they died.

"Agent, it's fine. Let's just... go to sleep. We've all had a long day, and tensions are running high."

"Yeah, yeah, tensions... We'll feel better after that and maybe, like, laugh about this later..."

"Yes, we'll laugh about this..."

He chuckled weakly.

"... Have a good night, Agent."

They heard the click that meant he had left.

"... Good night, Handler."

They opened the window wide enough to rest their head.

"If I'm supposed to be a Phoenix..."

They clenched their fists tightly.

"...Then why do their deaths haunt my life?"

This is an angst thing I made because I was bored

Here's The Handler's side if you wanna see that angst!

#agent phoenix #reginald crane #the handler #ieytd2 #IEYTD angst

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hiii!! offering my 2 cents on the subject of "old man". younger generations in general use it very loosely but it's without ill intent, rather it's coming from a perspective of "that man (dilf) is so hot i need them but i could never because they'd see me as a child so i gotta call them old instead". like they're out of my league but i'll blame it on the age difference you know?

and in destiel's case i believe it's affectionate, they're old compared to most queer couples represented and they're getting older together and it's hopeful to see that :)

~ a gen z mutual who's too shy to come off anon ly 🤍

hi! a literal wall of text ahead

okay i actually have a lot of thoughts about this topic and i really hope i won't sound rude but i just want to talk about it for a sec here. and below will be purely my own musings which probably won't coincide with a general fandom views on the matter and it's wider than this question and destiel but well

anyway

i totally get what you're saying about younger fans calling them old because they're too young for them but still hot etc etc. i know that's not some ill intent, clearly. however, what bothers me about the question of 'old' age in fandom spaces is this - for some 'old' starts somewhere around 35+ and they mean it (i wonder what they call a 50 yo? a corpse probably). and yeah of course for 16 yo 35 is twice their age but i wouldn't have even the slightest problem with it because i've been in fandom spaces since i was maybe 14 and stumbled upon people of different ages and backgrounds and we can all coexist quite fine. but what i see now (and maybe again, that's like a recurring generational thing, i don't know, i'm not that old and i wasn't in english spaces until i got at least 18-20 so) - those younger fans repeatedly saying 'you're 30 and in fandom? get out. go find some appropriate hobbies for your age group, like fishing hehe'. like it's fine to be horny over some dudes twice (or even more) your age, but people who in reality are not even that far from you, because usually it's 20 somethings who write such things - and it's a crime. you're suddenly gross. i wonder what those kids would do without all the stuff written, drawn and giffed by those who have a child on one hand, a full time job on the other, and their age appropriate hobbies in between. like when i was a tiny fan i was like 'holy shit that person somehow found a way to update that long ass sherlock fic while being neck deep in her family things and work i wanna be like them!" and it also gave me hope about the future of my fandom life. like age shouldn't matter. but now i see this shit, the whole 'more than 3 yo age difference is pedo' talk, 'adult creators shouldn't post anything because children can see' talk etc etc. and i know, of course, that that's the general internet censorship on the rise and neopuritanism is dancing tango with it but still.

what i'm saying - i do have a problem with younger generation using the term old very 'loosely' because they wield it as a double aged sword. you're either some hot dilf who can be forgiven for your shitty fandom takes because well you're hot (and i'm not talking about anyone in particular here rn) or you're a gross 30 smth in fandom space who shouldn't draw porn because teens can't click the block button

AS FOR DESTIEL

short answer - i don't like what the people who call them old add to their characters and lives when they do that.

long answer under the cut

all of that is what EYE don't like in most popular fandom hcs and i usually just scroll past the things i don't like, i don't want to start shit publicly (and because of what, takes?), but here you can read what i usually think when i see them.

first - if we're talking canon ages. 40 smth and this is dean's age at the end of the show - is NOT old. at all. i can't even call him that affectionately. because this is the tragedy of it all - he dies YOUNG. very fucking young, he didn't see any calm life, didn't pursue his dreams, didn't have a normal life and love and then he died. in a way, and i see some others think the same, calling him old is like 'welp it's not that bad, he lived long enough, seen shit'. but the thing is - he didn't? literally. so no, for me he's young, died young and it's fucking awful. not talking about cas here because well, billions years, old, young, he's everything (<3)

if we're talking about post canon fics where they settle. you can all burn me at the stake but sadly my spirit will just repeat the same shit - making them some kind of a wannabe hetero aging couple is not only boring as fuck, but also completely out of character for them?

what i usually see in the posts with 'old men <3' there

some variation of a white picket fence house

baby jack

dean being some kind of a soccer mom who bakes and argues with other moms

cas being more of a dad shaped thing who gardens and Doesn't Get It at the parents' meetings or somewhere equally boring and somehow still clueless about a lot of human shit

them creaking every part of their bodies (jesus my joints have been like this since i was 14, and my back is bad now when i'm only 30 where is my retirement pakige?)

probably forgetting smth but you get the gist. and, again, not saying that that's ALL i see with the old men posts and art etc (some hcs are wild and i LOVE them), but the majority? yeag, i've been permanently a destiel blogger for 4 years now, i've seen the popular stuff

doesn't all of that remind you of a typical heterosexual family on some conservative cable tv show? if not i'm happy for you, but i can't help but see how the roles are set in stone and i don't find it endearing at all. that's one reason. and also i'm a strong believer that a baby won't fix dean. jack won't fix shit and here's another stick to my pyre - i don't care about him at all and i think that dean especially should focus on himself and his own shit and his shit with cas if they settle together, not be thrown into the baby routine again. the fandom likes to remind everyone how dean raised sam and it's mostly true but don't you think for one goddamn second he would want/need to live for himself and not over obsess about bringing up another kid? sure he loves them, but if every person with dean's baggage were trusted with kids as a cure-al ...well. and again very hetero, 'you should have a child, that'll fix your hysteria!' i'll even say, very real life stuff, just not the one i want to see here.

another reason is this - they are freaks.

they are assholes, freaks, serial killers, undead creatures, bad people...who are very much in love and very soft with each other and their family but they are still freaks. and i don't understand how them getting old will so fundamentally change so many aspects of their characters that they become typical suburban mom and dad combo. maybe i sound like a person who doesn't want them to be happy, or who doesn't get the 'it shows that their life is finally calm and they can pursue Normal Hobbies and Raise Kids and Build a Farm (idk how that is a calm place have you ever been on a farm with animals that you should watch and take care and kill if needed. another talk for another time) and To Love is to be Changed' etc etc etc. believe me i get it all perfectly, just not for them. if it tickles your pickle, by all means. what tickles mine is cas getting the weirdest (and often dangerous) hobbies (and this is why i got him driving a motorcycle, boxing and skydiving in my old men cheating fic) and he's an impatient guy so i don't think he'd love gardening really, he'd be mad at the plants and kill them or grow them as fast as his grace would allow (yes i'm also against human all the way cas, baby we're getting a bingo here). and dean of course should have ties with his community and i've already talked about this but i see how they are out of active hunting, but still help those who are still in it (if the supernatural isn't wiped completely and i don't see why it should be), maybe they always have a place in their home for those who come to regroup or just to chat or smth. and dean is an overprotective and micromanaging asshole so he would want to still have the gist of it all (and cas would want to unwind by killing some things from time to time)...and they still sleep in the same bed, eat the food they cook together, wear matching tatts maybe as a wedding gift to each other, and have dogs, cats and whatnot.

what i want to say - i don't get why the weird and the sweet can't coexist. why should they lose all of their insane bits. they loved each other WITH them (cursed or not remember) why should they change so drastically to fit the 'happily ever after' narrative.

anyway i can probably write a lot more but that's a long ass grumbling as it is.

sorry your question became the starting point for this rent i genuinely hope i didn't offend you and if you finished reading all of this woah you are a hero <3

#destiel #destiel hc #deancas #deancas hc #spn hc #idk how to tag this so whatever #anons <3 #asks #fandom

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whatevermywpis · 1 year

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𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼

﹒⪩⪨﹒ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕖: 𝟘-𝟙﹒⪩⪨﹒

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝.

┌─── ∘°❉°∘ ───┐

└─── °∘❉∘° ───┘

You jolted awake unable to recognize your surroundings, your eyes flash through the halls of endless books and readers burying themselves in their stories, you were at... a library?

Just a few hours ago you were playing the 21st character route belonging to a heavily criticized game called 'Project Fairytale', famous for its absurd and tedious gameplay that takes a minimum of two years to finish all routes, which was estimated by its creator. Not only that but the game forces you to play in order from easy to hard in least to favourite.

Judging by the Victorian-style clothing you wore and the dusty counter you were behind you played the tragic side character number 23, (Y/n) (L/n), yes they had your exact name for some reason. Playing the neutral stance in most stories of neither helping nor harming the protagonist, (Y/n) was the fan favourite brutally honest, cute librarian, of their town. Appearing in act 3 route for through name in 'Burning Kingdom of Roses' character Deuce Spade, act 2 route 1 suggests the protagonist to a book in 'Trading seas of the Count' character Floyd Leech, act 7 route 5 being carried and kidnapped by Rook Hunt in the 'Poison love' character Epel Felmier, and act 4 route 8 when Silver kisses their forehead in 'Sleeping Kingdom' character Lilia Vanrouge.

"(Y/n)-chan~!! How's my favourite librarian-" "You lost one of my books again." The love interest in front of you was Cater Diamond and judging by his appearance, (Y/n) seems to be still in the Rose Kingdom right now. "What are you talking ab-" "A kid came walking into my library one day saying you dropped this book and didn't know how to contact you so he returned the book for you."

Cater Diamond, who would like to be called Cater only, was from a family of five and is currently a commoner due to his father giving up on the nobility status of duke during a family conflict. Now he's working and living like a commoner without any care, however, that would have been much easier telling how far you are in the story if there wasn't the fact Cater always dressed like a commoner when in and out of the dukedom.

Closing in on the subject there's a total of four found duke families and the royal family, all five love interests lived a very interesting lifestyle of rags to riches type. Making them at most a bit relatable to the audiences, but also have their own charms and style in characteristic.

" (Y/n) I can explain-" "ah, I'm only forgiving you because I'm not in the mood to get angry." Cater was a playful person, even when he was fully aware of the fact people are looking at him with pity. "I'm not in the mood to deal with you today, next time I will hit you and make you pay."

" It must have been hard for you, especially knowing that Deuce's mom died." Cater gave you a pitiful smile, you hated this gut-wrenching feeling of pain and despair. "Looks like Deuce is an orphan now, he's such a good kid though and his mom was a really lovely woman."

"It... can't be helped, maybe it was best for her to rest after her eventful life." Despite being side characters, people who play such roles have stories that are left untold, only those closest to them would know.

Deuce's mother whose name you don't even know died before the story started through an illness she had after giving birth to Deuce, her story wasn't very pretty. Born as an orphan, she worked her way into becoming a maid for the House of Spade, it should have been fine, she could have lived a happy life after 3 or 4 years yet she was assigned to be the heir's personal maid. That was when she met him, oh foolish woman she fell for his lies and deceits, living under the guise that she would marry him yet when she told him she was pregnant reality hit her. Days and nights she ran with her unborn child, and at the end she came to your father's library, a girl barely nineteen coming to her eighth month of pregnancy.

"Please! I'm begging you to help me and my child!" She said holding your father's hands. Her tears soaked the thin dress she wore, (Y/n) was two, but even they knew how bad it had come if this was the result.

"Calm down miss, I'll help you... after all, I know what it's like having to raise a child." Your father... no their father took in the pitiful woman.

After giving birth to her child, she disappeared and the librarian continue to live with his child before she left a promise was made to repay the old librarian. Yet when she returned to fulfil it...

"(Y/n)~ (Y/n)!! Are you daydreaming again?" You were startled, how much time had passed? "Sheesh, I knew you had a bad habit of spacing out but really?"

"Sorry Cater... You shouldn't be wasting time here with me. Your sisters would be mad if they knew." Whatever happened in the past should have stayed in the past, reminding it only brings unwanted memories.

"So mean~ you're younger than me and yet you're such a granny." A mischievous glint appeared on his face. "Take care (Y/n), it's obvious you're also hurting."

It's obvious you were a good actor, Cater didn't even notice the difference between you and the original (Y/n), or maybe he did but brushed it off, the original (Y/n) was cold and mysterious but not unpredictable. It was obvious (Y/n) didn't have such a bad childhood despite not having a mother, with the death of their father however things did change for the better it for the worse. You know their story but, what was your story?

"̸̡̪͍̀̎͌̊͂̍̾̄͝͠M̴̞̈́̅̈́̔̒͛͘͘͝o̷̠̭͌͌̈́̆̈̋͛́̚͘m̷̻͇̮̫̾̀̓̓̃̓̍͠͝?̵̺̰̘̙̯̔̅͊̿̅͆"̷̤̬͚̘̰͕̓̌ ̴̦̀́̾̈́́̆͗.̵̠̏̈ ̷̡̭͉̱̽̀̇͑̿̽̒̃̇͘.̴̳̖̙̳͖̼̌̈́̀̓ ̷͇͚̲̱̫̪̺̐̈͒̂͑̓̾͘͜͜͠"̵̰̩̼͓̒̕W̵̦̝͇͍̍̿h̷̯̩̞͓̩͖̀̕͜͜ẙ̵̺̝̪̕ ̷̲̳͍̤̪͑͐͒̒̃̉͘̕̚͠c̸̝̼̘̥̬̦̼͎̭̪͌ą̴̗̻͋̉n̴͚̎'̶̡̬͔̺͉̹̪̰̥́̈́̎̇̌̊͠͠͠ͅt̴̼̯̝̲̰̞̹̽̉̉͝ ̷̖͔̪͆̉̇̌̑͘ͅy̵̧̢̯̩͍̩̓͂̿̾̌͛̃̊́͘ͅͅo̷̧̞̙͇͇̫͎͍̫͗̋ų̷̧̱͈͍̰͕̤̖̓̒͛͂̅̈̅̐̓̍͜ ̸̨̣͍̥̝̝̩͉͗͝ͅb̷̞̄́̈̈́e̸͎̣̮̞̭̙͖̤̼͆̌̔͝ ̷̡̨̛̰̠̠͙̋͂̍̌̎̍n̷̢̛̠̳̬̪̩̜̠͓̩͛̃̿̈͊̈́͆́o̵̠̝̼͎̔̌̐̄͑̾́͒͠ŗ̷̩̖̬̹͔̌̉̍͑͐̎m̶͙̖̪͙̥̮͔̆̈́͒̅̔̀̕̚ạ̸̢̺͉͉̠̝̞̼̤̀ḻ̵̝̜͑̈́̐̎̉̚̕?̸̭̚!̵̨̥̲̙͍̹̩̥̼̱͘ ̴̨͍̬̄́̓I̸̤͎͚̓̈́̒̌̚ ̶̺̼͙͚͉͊̋̍̃̚͜ǩ̵̮̦̘̦̭̞͙n̷̨̛̮̯̫̯̎͐̐̑̍̊̐o̴͓̤̪͕̝̻̣͌̏͜͜͠ŵ̶̼̠̲̝̻̪͕̍̇̾͝͠ ̵̨̡͇̰̝̬͚̗̀̐̆͂̓̾͋̈̕͠y̴̘̰̪̟̐̀͜ǫ̵̻̝̳̳̼̘̝̂̓̏̎̒̇̑̽̆̈́͜ͅṵ̵̡͉̤͎͓̲̣̊͊̈͂͒̎̽͐̓͜͠'̵̼̺͕̠̪̟̟͗̇̕r̸̗̹̺̣̭̝̫̝̩̫̓͊́͐̓ë̴̻̳͎̳͙͍̱͖̼́̀̾͘͜͝ ̷̛̤͛̉͊̅̈́̾ǹ̶̯̪̳̈́̔̀͠o̷͔͍͓̫̤͕̰̊t̴̞̱̱̹̀̽̍͗̇́̍̃͠͠ ̴̨̢̱̲̠͙̖̖͈̳̋͛͌͆̎ş̴̣̥͚̲̘̦̎̇̑̒̅̏͋́̍̕o̷̢̬̹͖̦̬͂̀̌̆̆m̵͚͚̞̩̳͓̲͎̎͐̀̈́̒͒͆͘ͅe̴͔̠̙͙͉̗̔͋̈́̅͊̽̎͜ ̸̞͍͖̪̠́̋̈́͂͆̑̇̕͠m̸̳͕͊̇̌̌̆͘͘e̸̛̖̗̣̽̈͆̆̚n̸̡̪̹̱͎̳͇̣̘̪̍t̸̤́ä̴͇͎̺̙̰͉̕l̶̳̮͎̣̈́̈́̑͆̈́̏l̷̡̢͈͙̹̮̅͒̏̂y̷̨̱̱͇̻̩͈͔̙͛ ̷̡͙̺̠̭̠̭̂̿̋͑s̶̨̰̹̊͝ͅḯ̸̧̦͓̗̞̺̼͖c̶̩͇̟̻̫̩̊̾͆̕͜k̴̫̙̫̽͒ ̶̛̻͉̎̐̊͗̈͒̊͜͝c̸̨̛̜̤̲̣͙̥̩͍̰̋̀̓̍̏́̇̆̋h̵̞̳̩̭̩̟͕̺̼͈̆͂͑̈́̆̑̏̈́͝ì̸͍l̷̨̨͖͉͓̳̮̬͚̀͆̀̑̾̈́͠d̷̜͈̪͋̀̈́́̿͛͠͝!̶͖͕̅̉͋̕͠ͅ!̷̲̦́͒̈̅͛͌͐̃͝͝"̷̛̪̦̓̆̆̈́̌͂͜͝ ̵̳̻͚̺̬̆͝.̸̧̰̮̦̼͍͓͈̎͑̀̐̇̈́̃͛͐ ̶̰̠̞̠̪̥̇̃̂̐̋͐̕.̶̧͚͚̖͉͖̼͉̈̊̇̉͊̆̾͝ ̵̢̨̦̫̟͎̬͕͇̹͋͐͊̈́.̶̛̪̭͇͔͚̲͎̟̗̒͒̅͛̆̃ ̷̧̭͎̹̙̫̖͍̠͒͒͛̾͝͠.̷̡̫̻̈́͗̎̕ ̵̧̞͉̖̯̥̲̉.̸͕̯̩̗͌͛̑̈́͒̅̈͘͘ ̴̡̡̡̮̈́̊̿̇̈́̕̕"̴̢͔͓̙̣̗̯͇͈̜͛̊̇̌̿̀Ị̸̜͙͔̾̋͝ ̴̢̿̐̃̀̓̒͘͝͠ͅw̶̩̱͚͕͂̔͌̽̄͠i̸̜̙̻͋̊̿̉̃͝s̷̡͓̹̲̑͐̎͌̒̍̋̅̚ͅh̵͙̤̫̤̩̗̯̻̭̓ͅę̷̨̟̠̝̭̖̗̫̩͗̋̽́̀̿̕d̶̛̠̫̪̗̳̝͌̌̔̃͜ ̵̭͙͉͚̪̿̄̓̾Ȋ̸̟̞̾̂ ̶̝̜͕̲̝̞̥͉̘́̓̅͐̌͘͜͠d̷̻̳̏̈́í̵̞̭̈́̈́̔̂̚͠d̴̲͚͎̹̙͇͐̾̽n̷̛̞͖̙̯̳̱̆̒̔̂̊͠'̶̧̭̬͍͇̯͚͐̎̋̒̒̑̓̾ṯ̴̩̬̱̲̤͖͖͎́́̏̏̎̔̄̆ ̶̩̥͙̱̝̠̞̟̫̙̊̌͑̂̓͑̔́̈́h̸͙̭̄̋̅̄͐̋͆̌͝a̴͕͋̏͜v̸̮̬̖̻̠̥̩͂̏͂͋͊̋͑͠͠ę̷̧̮͈̜̲̿̓́̃͜͠ ̷̠̭̺̠̘̲̫̾̚͜y̷͍͓̠̬̜͙̲͎̻͂͛͒ớ̸̧͖̖̞̠̳̝̾̀̄̄̔̓̃͐u̷̟̖͎̞̐͛̇̒̿!̶̢̖̗̙̙́̍̇̀̎̂͐ ̵̛̞͎͖̈́̑̈́̽͊̓̾̃̿ͅǏ̷̘̺͉͖̞͆́̌̿̚͜͜͝ ̵̢̨͓̟̳̥̘̫̞͆͒͠c̸̖̩͔͓̠̼̰̗͔̦̔̄̆͐̃͑̽̄o̵̪̭͓̩̔́͑̈̉̌͛͜͠ͅu̷͇̲͋̾͌͒l̴̨̢̼̹̙̖̩̓̐̓̒͝͠ͅd̵͚̑͆̃̈̇̈ ̷̡̮̰̈́̌̽̚ͅh̸͔̆a̵̧̢̘̳̰̠̦̾͋̆ͅṿ̴̝̆͆̽̎̍e̴̢͆͊͝ ̸̡̧̟̱̞͖̳̤͖̄̓͆l̴͈͌͗͘ě̴̟̌́͛̅͛͘͠f̸̪̘̫̒̓͜t̶̤̤̲̞̹̆͗̅̀̋̿̕͝͝ͅ ̸̡̦̠̱͖̮̮̘͐̋̅̇h̷̘̪͆̈́͛͐̓̔͗i̷͙̰͎̳̣͍̣̰̻̅͆̀͌͌͑̄̈́̈́͜m̵͔̳̹̪̊̇̆̔̕,̴̢̧̥̝̭̂̐̈́͗̉̿͋̒ ̶̧̡̖̏̀̅͌I̶̲͖̟͖̺̺̋͐͒͑̕ ̶̨̭͓̩͇̣̣̰̠̼͆c̶̢̛̲̯̞̮̖̩̖͆̈́̇͛͒̎̏̕ọ̸̆̾͆̊̀̃͒͌ǔ̷̧̧͕͖͔͇͚̈́̂̾̈́̑̃l̵̢̞̤͇͓̻͉̠̤͉͊̌̐d̸̯̩͓͚̲͇̣̯͗́̀̅ ̶̡̛͚͕̣̽̌̓̄̾̔͆͋̊ĥ̶̨̧̟̻̃̏̽̓̿á̷̧͚̟͖̰̆̑̅̄̾̉̚͠v̷͈̹͙̼̹͙̦̝͋͌̌̅͋̆̋͑͌ͅͅę̷͇̺̱̤̲̲̾ͅ ̵̳̩̜̳͇̟̻̌̄̅̈̂̇d̷̺͈̹̼́͊̎̀̅̄̏͠ͅọ̷͚̓̽̀̕ǹ̶͚͎̼͇̭̣̮̫͐͜ͅé̵̡̫̥̩̜̜͇̈́̓͂̀͂̆̈́̕ ̵̡̟̤̳͔̼̲̠̖̖͒͐̋̉͝͠s̷͙̗̎̉̊̈̕͜o̵͕̺͓̲͔̘̺̥̟͒̑̈́̍́̌͑͝ ̵̼̥̲̼͕̲̺̈̉͊́̀͛̉̇͛͠m̵͔̍̒̽͂̑̄u̴̲̩̝͍̘̿̐̉͂̀ĉ̴̰̬͔̯̞̱̝́͊̆̎̑̄͛̈́͠h̸̨̟̣͊̈͝ ̵̛̬͇̙̞̭̪̗͚̳̹́͋̆͠b̴̩̺̣̗͔͆̔̏̉͂̋̽̓é̸̡̪͓͎̹̱̻͙͌̒͘ţ̸̦̹̰̻̝̺̺͔̟̇̊̑̅͊̾̕͝t̸̝̠̝̱̱͍͍͈͉̿̋̄̒̃̏̕ę̷̛̜̘̖̥̮͎̯̣͑͗̓͌r̸̡̡̰̎̓̏̑̔!̸̧̳̥͇̥̺͍̙͓̚̕!̴̧̢̛̬̠̠̠͈͈́͒́̔̔͑̒̚̕"̷͕̱̑͆̐̒

"Yahoo~ Librarian (Y/n)? What are you spacing out for?" A menace appeared to bring you back from the dream.

Ace Trappola, the famous prankster and troublemaker of the Trappola house, to put it lightly the Trappola house was the most chill of the four houses and genuinely doesn't care what happens. Ace was nobly born and his parents were happy, he's not the heir but that also meant he can just enjoy life without that much burden. However, this also meant he was made to cause trouble, so he just sneaks out of the dukedom and hangs out with the commoners, not entirely relatable but he was still lovable in his own way.

"Who are you-" "Again?! This is our tenth meeting (Y/n)!!" Ace fumes pouting at your indifference.

He's a nice dude, and honestly, you always hoped that there were more people with lives like him, he's a genuinely good person maybe causing too many problems and troubles but he'll be alright.

"Yeah yeah, you're not that much of a regular Ace. If I had a madol for the number of people who know me and I remember their names... I'd have a meal. Which isn't a lot but it's still strange that it happened." That gave Ace the brain cell workout, honestly Ace is a fun one to tease when playing the game.

"Ah you don't make sense sometimes, I guess it's a side effect from being you, huh?" You should be mad but then again you pity Ace for having one brain cell.

"Haha very funny, what are you here for Ace Trap-" "Shhhh!!! You shouldn't say my last name so openly idiot!!" Says the person who casually gives their name away.

"I'm here to give you these." He said pushing a bag of sweets into your arms, high quality too. "Heard you and your errand boy lost an important boy so I thought I'd give something to cheer you guys up."

"How caring. I can buy my sweets just fine." You shoved the bag of sweets back to him, not so fun fact, Ace at some point had started stealing and you're just worried he'll get you in jail.

"Hmph, I guess you didn't need such lowly stuff-" "Ace you know I would never take advantage of your status as a noble." This was the main problem with Ace, he's the type to get close to someone and then not notice how he gets easily taken advantage of.

"Idiot... I'm meaning it, Deuce has been having a hard time no? Just do it for him will you?"

Not waiting for your answer Ace ran away leaving the high quality at your counter as you could only shake your head unknowingly smiling at the gift. In the story and before Ace and Deuce were always a pair, just like Cater and Trey, all connected to the librarian who was later on killed by a few jealous noble daughters, the only person who had no connection to the librarian was his royal highness and future king Riddle Roseheart.

The life of a librarian wasn't too hard to handle, arranging borrowed books, cleaning up messes, keeping it quiet, and shushing people was your favourite thing to do since you have so much power in your domain plus you can take home any book you wanted. How are you making money? Simple, you charge a fee for borrowing books, and thank the past librarian for making this method, besides the fee is affordable by standard and the library was technically private and owned by you.

Then everyone's favourite time came, closing time, quickly ushering the readers out you clean up the rest of the remnants and went home for the day. You could have gone straight home, but there was one place you wanted to visit that was so legendary in the game it became a thing in real life. Yes, you were talking about the Clover house's bakery, a bit classy and expensive but who cares the art used for the pastries was beautifully delicious.

"Outta the way!"

"Hey, I've been waiting all afternoon!"

"I worked months for their most famous sweets, back off!!"

You encountered a problem, it was a long line of bloodthirsty customers, well according to the game the pastries here were so good people no matter rich or poor would gather just to buy everything.

"Large crowd, huh?" Someone said behind you, turning around your eyes widen at the sight of Trey Clover, in the shabbiest disguise, how did you tell it was him? That Clover mark wasn't covered up properly that's what.

"Lord Cl-" "Shhh! I don't wanna startle the crowd." He said pulling you to an alleyway.

"You need to stop calling me by honorifics (Y/n), how did you know it was me?" Big bro vibes, Trey had some big bro vibes.

"You should work on covering that stigma up." You pointed at the light mark that looked like a clover.

A stigma is a marking that appears on the body of the four house's heir and current duke, there's no actual way of knowing who's going to be the heir since it's like a lottery and depending on the number of children that were born it's an often occurrence that your own might not be your heir and instead is your niece or nephew. Once the other stigma starts showing up that's when the story starts, even the crown prince has a stigma.

" I guess I just have to be careful next time, hah... others don't seem to notice it though." Trey smiled touching the not-so-hidden mark.

"Hold on let me check if I brought any make-up." It's funny how there's a lot of make-up found when you looked around the library, people do be throwing money around. "Found it. Just stand still..."

"That... tickles a bit." He giggled as you applied the powder lightly, the mark wasn't that visible but you just had to make sure.

When a stigma appears it is meant to symbolize change or succession, in this case, the current duke had two choices, either to peacefully let the marked heir succeed or convince the chosen heir to convince the marked heir for the rightful position. We all know what happens when a battle for succession happens, lots of interesting scenes happen, and the most memorable is when Deuce's stigma appears. Due to most of the circumstances, those who are involved with the stigma, by involving you mean know of which heir was going to be next, often die or are locked away from the prying eyes of society.

"You don't come here that often (Y/n)-chan, where are you planning on getting any pastries." You walked away deciding not to buy any, were you seriously going to wait another two years to buy? Hell nah.

"Well, I've been discouraged enough to say I'm not buying any." Trey laughed, he knew (Y/n) was the type to give up once something seemed intimidating.

"Here, I wasn't planning to eat them but the bakers just insisted that I have some." If it wasn't obvious his visit and appearance were to sneak out and check on the bakery.

Trey Clover's parents had a really good ending when they formed their relationship, but the twist was that Trey's father was technically a baker and a commoner too so there was some bad blood between Trey's mother and her parents but seeing how he came out safe to say things worked out. Except for when the stigma appears, mostly because Trey's reputation for having a commoner father wasn't the best look for him.

Trey was mostly bullied for being half noble and half commoner despite being a part of the four houses, so when he received the mark Trey used it as an excuse to avoid people even more, abusing the power an heir has over others. He runs away from his home to the bakeries almost any and every time, his parents do make sure he doesn't get hurt every time he gets home.

"I don't think I should-" "No, really have some. You looked like you needed some with how pale you are." He doesn't deserve hate from the NPCs, that's why his fan base is so big.

"Well, I can't receive it, besides I was planning to buy some ingredients for dinner soon." The air seems to be a bit chilly.

"My... deepest condolences to him.." if you hadn't noticed by this point, all love interests are often connected and know each other one way or another.

"Don't be... it's Deuce we're talking about so it's best you tell him that instead of me." There was no way of knowing how much trouble things will bring you now that you've been acquainted with most of the love interests in the Kingdom of Roses.

"Now bring this home with you!!" "No!"

"That stubborn a-" You lost and took the bag of pastries, well at least dessert is set.

The one thing about ingredients is the pricing which is either your bargain and release all that stress from the day or you're forced to buy expensive things that are scams. Thank god you helped that old lady on her market trip every weekend.

"50!" "20!" "40!" "20!" "25! And that is my last offer you thwat!" Just another day at the market.

"Fish on sale! Fish on sale! Half price 'cause it's closing time." Sadly you hate making certain fish food.

"Oi take a look over here vegetables! You'll never find something fresher than this!" Well, at least the prices were negotiable.

Yeah, nothing particular for a night market but who cares, for a librarian you were loaded, at least that title of baron helped in some aspect. Now you wouldn't just choose to buy at this place for no reason, that's because in the game.

"Thief! I caught a thief stealing mah trinkets." That familiar thick Western accent was definitely signalling you were in the right place.

"Let me go! You got the wrong person, I didn't touch anything it was your so-" "Shut up you noisy brat! You and that little rat can explain it to the guards when they arrive!"

To explain the situation of why and what we fast forward in time to the story 'The beautiful count and his deathly poison' and more specifically route 6 Act 5 'Spring Festival' where the introduction of two assassins known as the 'white deaths' appears. Not that they played a huge role but you were down for some heirs to inherit the Library and title once you run into trouble just so a certain main lead steals the deal to that place after your untimely death.

Those two assassins were originally from the Rose kingdom with the names of Lily and James, sadly they died at the hands of Rook, in order to prevent that and to find a good heir you pick out the outstanding assassins for their quick eyes and carefulness, after all as side characters you hardly ever get a good ending.

"Now now, there's no need to act like that everyone. I'll pay for the damages~" perks of being able to live comfortably? Money.

"Sir/Lady you don't know what you're getting into! These two are thieves and street rats!" How... boring, you really don't give a damn about it, Deuce was probably still mourning and you got to cheer that boy up.

"Ya da ya da, look I get it but they're my servants~ and it's my duty to punish them not you." An awkward silence filled the air, and the two "thieves" looked at you confused but seemed to play along, well anything to save their skin ain't it?

"W-well in that case-" "They're just checking for some good stuff, in case you haven't noticed since they are under my protection and work under me you really don't have the authority over them." You might have broken character a bit with how you were acting.

'Please stay in the Character module, the prologue is far from complete Player. This is your first warning.'

"Now may I have them back?" Restrictions are restrictions, that is why you were going to face a punishment soon after the scene ends.

"...Scram ya rats! Don't go touching things like that again." The two were quickly released as you threw the stall owner three silver coins, which was the equivalent of 30 madols.

The two assassins quietly followed you throughout the market, though they didn't say anything you could tell they were quite grateful for saving their skin earlier. Now it was true that they tried to steal but could you blame starving children for falling into temptation? As much of a cold person (Y/n) was there was also a limit to how they could get, that's because the original (Y/n) used to take care of people like this, up until the point of their father's death.

"Um... M-miss/sir...?" The girl asked pulling your clothing.

"Hm?" You were almost reaching home, looks like they did decide to follow you.

"Why would you save us? You should have just ignored us." The boy said pulling his sister's hand away from your clothing."

"For kids from the street you two are much more educated than you look~ well if I said I'm looking for helpers would you believe me?" You coldly said as a painful feeling struck your heart, the system couldn't pick a better time.

"No." The boy was James, at least that's what he was called after death and by the second assassin his sister Lily.

"Then why would you follow me? I could just be doing a good deed by helping you. There's no need for you to follow me like that." They had no place to go back to, well you didn't wanna take advantage of that fact, it was... disgusting of you to use people's weakness against them.

"Because you... don't look like the type of person to do so." Really, they were weird for children, but then again you were just as weird weren't you?

"Think what you wanna think~ the one thing I can promise you though." You looked into their fierce orange eyes. "If you agree to follow me you won't have to get in trouble again anytime soon."

So I'm the end you came back to your home with food and two adopted children, man did you just succeed in life by finding random kids for heirs and now won't have to worry until the story starts.

Did you really think you wouldn't meet any more trouble? You forgot about Deuce, Deuce Spade to be exact but right now he hasn't been taken in by the Spades yet so back to calling him Deuce.

"Deuce! I'm home!" You shouted.

You lived by yourself, well not exactly yourself since there was also Deuce but you were a noble so that meant you also had another mansion! Under your name... 'you' sold it through the day 'you' became the head librarian, some things just didn't stay for long. 'You' took Deuce and his mom into your care as 'your' servants, however since her passing there's only you and Deuce left.

The house was quiet, the kids stared in awe probably because of its structure, you had the same look when playing Deuce's route though the place was pretty much broken down in his route. Footsteps rushed from the stairs and then came to Deuce, his swollen eyes stared at yours then afterwards noticed the kids holding your hands.

"Your home... (Y/n) why did you bring these kids home?" Although he was still mourning Deuce had put up a front to ensure that he could stay strong in front of you.

"I thought you could use a helping hand, besides they're only a year younger than you." Taking your grocery bags, Deuce started to stare at the kids for a little longer.

"Actually we're 13, you don't look that old to call us kids" Between the two James was definitely the brasher one.

"Well you two have fun, me and Deuce have something to talk about. Oh and please don't burn the drawing room, that's the only place you can't destroy other than my room and Deuce's." The kids were definitely shocked you allowed it to happen but still went and explore the place.

For the last of the card boys, Deuce Spade had a sad fate, his mom went through all that and in the end left him at the age of 16 and 'you' became his temporary guardian until he reaches 19. Throughout this time he got into lots of trouble with drunks and guilds all around him, and the real trouble starts when he got his stigma.

After receiving the stigma the House of Spade immediately looked for him after an outsider witness claimed to see it on a boy similar to the current duke his 'father'. Deuce of course had no choice but to part with the librarian who took care of him and his mother. The death of the said librarian was ultimately warranted with this choice, and after a while of torture and humiliation, Deuce received the librarian's head as a warning if he ever decided to go against the House of Spade.

You weren't dying today, oh well you just have to hide Deuce long enough then, it's not like you could decide for him but if you were to choose you'd like to live.

"Why are we cooking again...?" Deuce said confusingly whisking some eggs.

"You didn't think we were just gonna sit down and talk, did you?" You asked while frying some onions, thank god the kitchen still had some useful utilities, you would have starved if they didn't.

"You... don't seem like the person to do this... and I've never seen you cook." It's true that the real (Y/n) would never but you were a foodie, food is life, food is love, and you would make use of all those recipe books lying to waste.

"Well, I did say we'd talk, besides I never joined your cooking session with your mom." You really need to stop being up to this boy's momma since he looked like he was gonna break down again.

"R-right, Mom really liked making food. I guess cooking does really bring back a few memories of her." A bittersweet smile graced his face, no wonder he was a love interest.

"I never really understood how she was able to love a child that wasn't hers. It's just sad to see how loving had hurt her so much." You were kind of jealous of (Y/n), how they didn't even need to do much and yet they're loved and cared for by all these people.

"Loving didn't really hurt her you know? Loving my bastard of a dad was the wrong move though." Deuce might have never been his dad, but from his story, you could tell how much he resented the man. " But loving me, and you. She might not say it out loud but it probably was one of the best things she did, I think."

"Hm, I guess it wouldn't hurt to think like that." You don't know her, yet you were grateful that she had taken care of (Y/n) and Deuce up until now, so now it's your turn to protect them.

"I miss her... I miss her so much..." Deuce broke down.

"Me too... but you wouldn't want her to see you like this for too long, it's good to let it out sometimes but you have to understand that there's a point where you have to move on." Not every breakdown is about screaming and crying out your heart, it could just be you holding yourself and thinking why, how did it happen?

So you ended up making too much food, at least Lily and James had a big appetite, but more than half of the food you made was gone. Deuce needed a little bit of talking but other than that he was good, he still clings to you like how he would to the original (f/l).

In (Y/n)'s bedroom you took note of a few things that weren't originally in the story, first was how many useful books they had in their room as if they had prepared it for a long time, second was the countless papers and materials relating to moon studies in their room.

Moon study was just basically learning of the moon cycle but in this world, the moon was an important element in rituals, so from that fact you deduct that (Y/n) was trying to perform so type of spell. You're not sure what type of spell it was but when you took a good look at yourself in the mirror, you noticed a moon-shaped stigma above your belly button, which looked exactly like a moon tattoo you got at the same place.

You were wondering, what if (Y/n) was trying to perform a body switch spell and it resulted in this, you were dead in the real world and you knew that because you J̵̟̺̗͍̫̺̤̙̗̅͑̅̅̂̉̕u̴̼̯͛̆͠m̷̻̦͇̝̺͚̟͂̂̾͛̍̀̓̉̕̚͜ͅp̷͕͆ė̸̗̌̒̏̇͊͋͝͝͠d̴͉̩̭̣͓̖̲̈́̉͜͜ so there's no way (Y/n) could transfer to your body so how?

'Player, are you ready for your punishment?'

A systematic voice was heard behind your back, and looking behind you saw the blue screen with those words in bold. You nearly forgot about it. Excruciating pain, memories, nightmares, and the torture that took a toll on your body. That was 'punishment'.

"..." The moon looked so pretty to you, maybe it was because you had the best view in the entire house. Burn marks are present around your body as the day slowly ends.

Morning came, it was gloomy and well raining, in contrast to the beautiful blue moon from the night before the skies of the next morning rained hard. Well, you would have some difficulties going to the library in weather like this one but you like the rain so who cares.

"It's raining cats and dogs today, I wonder if we should even go and open up the library today?" Deuce was giving you the 'go and I'll break your neck look' while the kids were looking like 'What's a library?'

"Don't even think about it, besides we have things to clean today now that your home and don't have an excuse to go out." Yes, rain day was cleaning day, as much as you loved the rain it also came with cleaning.

Bang bang.

"Who the fu-" "Language!" You carefully walked to the door holding a butter knife in your hand, don't ask where you got it.

Swinging the door open you found a passed-out person with reddish hair, lying at your front door, an injury on their back, and lots of scratches.

"Deuce get the first aid kit and some towels!! Someone's definitely going to meet Death in a few hours!!"

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mikuni14 · 11 months

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Be My Favorite Ep 6

Every episode of BMF impresses me with how realistic it is. Most of what happens in this show has either been experienced by me or I’ve seen it happen to someone else. The conversations are so real and have a natural flow. This is the kind of cinematography that I love the most, where it doesn't matter if the production is about time travel, sci-fi, ancient Rome. If the production has a logical plot and is universal on the principle that as a human being I can see myself or other different than me people in it, even if the story is crazy, I'll love it 💖

I noticed that in each episode of BMF I focus on something else, this time it was struggling with the problem of a sick family member. Everything Kawi went through in this episode is painfully real, and I think a lot of people will find themselves in those situations. Being sick with worry, the financial aspect of it all, long queues for treatments, euphoria of finding a quicker solution, how to start a converstation about it and not sound stupid, or like a beggar, to not ruin it?, humiliation when you have to ask for money, for a chance for your loved one TO LIVE, how rich people are detached from this humiliating reality (I fully understand Kawi running away from that dinner, his lashing out on Pisaeng, when Pear cutely asks her father to help Kawi's father as if she were asking him for money to buy new shoes, not to save someone's life), discouragement and wanting to give up and finally, gritting your teeth, forgetting about the dignity and literally begging for help. And Kawi's conversation with his father, who is so stubborn, and whines and doesn't want to go to the doctor because "everything is fine" and "worry about yourself".... I don't know if there is anyone in the world who hasn't had such a conversation with their father they care about 😤😅

When Max said he liked what the politician was saying, my first thought was: oh my sweet summer child. But then I remembered he's only about 20, so that's understandable. The whole conversation between Pisaeng and his mother (and the politician in question) was very interesting. And I wasn't even very angry with her, because this woman IS a politician and unfortunately that's what it looks like. Is what she's doing to her son wrong? Absolutely. But sadly, that's the reality. Somehow I immediately remembered a sentence, I think it was from the series My Gear And Your Gown, it went something like this: parents are okay with this whole LGBT thing, as long as it’s not about their children. Who Piseang is, including his sexual orientation, can affect his mother's political career, so he is placed under surveillance. She’s accepting towards other people from the community, she also accepts her son, but she looks at him not only as a mother, but also as a politician. Again, the series showed the reality without sugarcoating. From time to time, stories from the family life of the famous politicians break through the news, their hypocrisy in saying one thing and doing something else. BMF does it quite gently anyway, and the mother is shown as a liberal person, while in reality, often in conservative environments, children’s life (not only LGBT, simply DIFFERENT than the ideal with which you can pose for a photo) is a nightmare.

What else? With sort of motherly fondness, I watched my boy Kawi "I'm totally in love with Pear and totally straight" as he accepts another guy's feelings, talks to him about those feelings, asks him about them, touches that guy, plays with his hair, kisses him, lets him do other things (although he lies like a log and looks like he “closed his eyes and thinks about England” lol, ok I know he's drunk but it’s just so funny). Yes Kawi, you are definitely in love with a woman and nothing LGBT happens to you at all. You almost convinced us all.

I was afraid that upset Pear would agree to a go on a “date” with Not just because he talked to her. Fortunately, the girl knows her worth and I hope she will know it for the rest of her life. The converstation about Kawi's orientation was HORRIBLE. Not started it probably to stop Pear’s potentially budding feelings for Kawi, which just proves how awful he is. Anyway, it was so wrong and gross.

✨Kawi is still my beloved, ‘perfect in how imperfect he is’, struggling boy, ✨Piseang is still my beloved, ‘perfect in how he appears to be perfect, but is in fact imperfect’, lonely boy. Both are great, I haven't seen such interesting, compelling characters in a long time, I’m so happy 🥺

I like everything about this series. 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

#be my favorite #thai bl #bl drama

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topguncortez · 1 year

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little headcanon that i have about 'what to expect'

in the TG:M timeline of the store where Ice dies, Mav 100% steps in to comfort y/n (more than jake or bradley) because he passed away at a time when she was at her most vulnerable and wanted to so desperately have her daughter be around Ice because canon y/n loved and looked up to him sm along with dylan being there for y/n more than he was before ice was gone

ok im in my journalism class rn and why did i do this to myself. holding back the tears so hard . fuck

so I totally thought about using the TG:M timeline in What To Expect because I wanted to use Ice's death as a pivotal part in Jake and Lil Kazansky's relationship. I was going to take this story in a way different way than a I did, and now I shall interpret:

So, the OG plan was to make Jake a total asshole. The moment he finds out that Lil Kazansky is pregnant and it's his, he was gonna go to her and tell her that he wants nothing to do with her or the baby, still holding on to that lie of "I cheated on you" because he doesn't want the baby to grow up without a father and go through the same pain he had seen his other pilot friend go through (I can't remember if I talked about him losing a wingman or not. . .) and Lil Kazansky was gonna be like "fine, bitch, I can do this on my own."

CUE RELATIONSHIP WITH BRADLEY THAT DOES NOT WORK OUT

I had Lil Kazansky and Bradley dating at one point in time. She partially dated him to make Jake jealous and partially because she knew that Bradley wants to be a dad and would be a great dad to her baby despite who they belong to (real partners will love your child despite DNA) but then the birdstrike happens, Coyote goes into g-loc, and Ice's death.

Jake is faced again with the reality of how fragile life is. He not only almost lost his best friend in the air, he heard two fellow pilots go down, and he lost the man that he considered a father. Jake finds his balls and realizes "there's a human out there that is partially mine and they are never going to know me and I can't let that happen." So he shows up on Lil Kazansky's doorstep and she is just so exhausted from being pregnant and also losing her dad that she just collapses into Jake's arms. There is no one else on the planet who understands how hard Ice's death hits for Lil Kazansky than Jake. He had spent years listening to her daily conversations with Ice, seeing pictures of the two of them, knowing how scared she was the first time he had cancer, and held her while she cried when they found out it was back.

But, it is actually Dylan aka Frost Kazansky, who talks some sense into Jake. Because this fucker just sees his lil rekindle with Lil Kazansky as a moment of weakness, and Dylan is like (I also had him flying the mission as well), "we might not live to see tomorrow and you are making a huge fucking mistake. my dad isn't here anymore. he isn't around to play catch in the backyard, or teach the kid how to ride a bike, or how to make the perfect smore, or which duty stations are better. Life is too short and too fragile to be wasted on being scared."

*CUE HAPPILY EVER AFTER* . . . maybe. . .

#my asks #what to expect #Jake fucking Seresin

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cherrygyusworld · 2 years

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glimpse of us (c.bg)

cherrygyusworld

please don’t copy or rewrite/post as your own. none of the following images are mine; copyright goes to owner! if you’d like to take this idea and use it, that’s fine, but I’d ask that you don’t make the scenario exactly the same and use a different layout. enjoy!

summary | both you and beomgyu are suffering from ending your relationship, even though it’s been a full year. you spend nights in someone else’s arms, but the only thing you want is to be back with him.

category | angst, breakup!au

warnings | none that i can think of

word count | 1.6k

pairing | beomgyu x fem reader, soobin x fem reader

He'd take the world off my shoulders If it was ever hard to move He'd turn the rain to a rainbow When I was living in the blue

Sometimes, it was hard to face reality.

The fact that you and Beomgyu had broken up, the fact that you would never be able to call him yours again, was slowly filling you inside. When you'd agreed to it a few days ago, it had felt like nothing. Like he would come back and the two of you would reconcile, and things would go completely normal again. But that wasn't the case. It was hitting you now in your shared apartment bedroom, while he sat silently on one side, packing his boxes, and you sat in the other corner, organizing yours.

Why had you two broken up? You didn't even know the answer to that anymore. Your relationship had started tearing off in bits, the way paper does when placed in water. It's damaged, and when you take it out again, it can heal with scars. But it's dipped again and again in water, and everything slowly ebbs off eventually. Little arguments, small fights, misunderstandings. All of those had combined together to throw your relationship to the dumps. And when the two of you were drunk and angry one night, that was the final blow. And that night, everything ended.

You quickly shut your eyes. You didn't want to think about it anymore. You quickly stuffed the last of your belongings into your box and left without a second glance. You could only mutter a quick "Goodbye" on your way out before the tears started to fall.

Why then, if he is so perfect Do I still wish that it was you? Perfect don't mean that it's working So what can I do?

When you're out of sight In my mind

It had been a whole year since the breakup that still scarred you. It had affected you in ways that no other breakup had. But you'd eventually picked yourself up from the ground and found a new life for yourself. That was what he was doing as well, you suspected.

You had a new boyfriend now: Choi Soobin. He was nice, a good listener, and the best at understanding. But from time to time, you'd wonder why you weren't as happy as you had been with Beomgyu. Soobin was like the total opposite, but he matched with you so well. You two had a lot in common. Soobin was different. Soobin was quiet, reserved, and polite, whereas Beomgyu was loud, annoying, and often crazy. There was absolutely nothing wrong with Soobin or the way he acted, but you just couldn't seem to click with him as you had with Beomgyu. You enjoyed every single passing moment with him, yet there was always something in between that was missing too.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Soobin waved a hand in front of your blank face.

"Huh? Oh, of course I am. Sorry. I'm fine." You rambled out, shaking your head to wake yourself up. This was not the time to be thinking about your ex. You had a perfect boyfriend in front of you, and you were still thinking about a broken relationship from a year ago.

"Okay, I'm glad." Soobin said, smiling. He picked up his chocolate crossaint. "Here, have a bite. It's delicious."

You obliged, brining your mouth closer and taking a huge bite out of it. He was right. It was delicious.

"Mmm," You said, offering your muffin to him. You watched as he took off a piece and popped it in his mouth, chewing happily. Even his eyes smiled. You found yourself getting lost in his dark orbs, finding swirling memories of you laughing in the park, holding his hand and giggling with joy.

His hand.

But it wasn't Soobin's, and you hated to admit that it would never be.

You quickly shook yourself off and blinked to see Soobin staring at you with concern etched across his face again.

"Gah. I did it again, didn't I?" You muttered sheepishly. Soobin let out a soft chuckle.

"It's okay. You must be tired today. Do you wanna pack the rest of these for later, then?"

You nodded gratefully, wondering why you couldn't love Soobin to your heart's extent. He was so perfect.

But then again, perfect wasn't what you needed. You needed his hand to grasp in yours again, his lips on yours, his laugh to fill your world.

You shook you head. You really needed to stop doing this.

Tell me she savors your glory Does she laugh the way I did? Is this a part of your story? One that I had never lived Maybe one day you'll feel lonely And in her eyes, you'll get a glimpse Maybe you'll start slipping slowly And find me again

When you're out of sight In my mind

"Gyu~" Sujin's voice called Beomgyu as he looked up. He'd been waiting for her to finish her shift at the pool so that they could have the rest of the afternoon for themselves.

"Hey." He said, smiling and intertwining his fingers in hers. "How was your day?"

"Great. There was this adorable little girl here, and she absolutely loved the pool!" Sujin giggled in excitement by just talking about the little girl.

Sujin was Beomgyu's new girlfriend. They had met a few months ago through mutual friends, and she understood him in ways that he hadn't felt in a while. Not since y/n. She was precious, sweet, and kind. But she still wasn't y/n.

"So, how was your day?" Sujin asked Beomgyu in return. He shrugged.

"It was alright. There was one rude customer first start in the morning, but the customers after were so much nicer. I guess they made up for him." He continued to talk about his encounters at work, but his mind was obviously elsewhere.

Sujin started to fiddle with her fingers as Beomgyu talked, and he noticed it after about a minute or so. Not many people around him did it, but he was so used to y/n fiddling with her fingers when she was anxious that it seemed so normal now. His thoughts hitched back to a year ago, way before they'd had their fights. The way she had fiddled around under the table on their first date at a restaurant. How she'd been unable to keep her hands still while walking through a busy crowd. It had been such a cute habit, and Beomgyu had lived for teasing her about it. He realized he was smiling again, but not for Sujin. He instantly wiped it from his face. This was wrong to do.

"How about we stop for some coffee?" Sujin asked as they passed a small, dainty cafe. Beomgyu was about to decline, not in the mood for caffeine, when the irresistible scent of coffee wafted through his nose.

"Of course." He agreed, and the two of them walked in.

'Cause sometimes you look in her eyes And that's where you find a glimpse of us And you try to fall for her touch But you're thinking of the way it was Said you're fine and said you moved on You're only here passing time in her arms Hoping to find A glimpse of us

"Beomgyu?"

"Y/n?"

The two of you gaped at each other. You and Soobin had just cleaned up the table and had been preparing to leave when someone asked if you were done using the table. You had turned back to see a very pretty girl, but you were even more astounded to see your ex behind her, who seemed equally as shocked.

"D-do you know each other?" The girl asked, looking confused as she glanced back and forth between yours and Beomgyu's expressions.

"Oh..." You said. You concluded that it was probably Beomgyu's new girlfriend, and you didn't want to go down the complicated route. "I mean, yes. He's a very close friend of mine. We lost contact about a year ago."

The girl looked slightly relieved, and so did Soobin. "That's nice." The girl stook out her hand. "I'm Ji Sujin, Beomgyu's girlfriend."

Soobin introduced himself as you shook her hand back. But the whole time, your eyes hadn't strayed away from Beomgyu's.

You could catch glimpses of the two of you in his large eyes. Every memory suddenly flashed back and hit your squarely in the heart. His laugh, his touch, his tears. Everything just hit you. You wanted to run to him and say that you were so sorry for breaking up, even if you didn't know the reason. You just wanted to come back to his embrace and never let go again. Unbeknownst to you, Beomgyu was thinking the same thing, transfixed in your eyes. Small details that he'd forgotten about the time you'd shared together were all coming back to him at once. Both of you felt the pain of the memories from months ago.

You let a small smile out at him, and after a few seconds, he returned it.

Maybe the two of you were only passing time in others' arms, staring in unfamiliar eyes and wanting to find love and warmth there. But the only thing found there was a longing to go back to each other, to embrace the mistakes and make up for it again.

But for now, all you could do was stare at his eyes, the warm glow that held onto the glimpse of the two of you, and all that you could've been.

Just a glimpse of us.

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1-800-c0sm1c · 2 years

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꒰bad dracula !꒱

sumire is breaking the bias of vampires, one attractive fluffy haired boy at a time.

character x character ship

includes sumire & joker !

warnings : slight spoilers for p5r (kasumi // sumire) , might be a lil ooc (?)

word count : 1917

a/n : happy halloween ! ive been really busy this week so this is a bit rushed but i really wanted to get something out for spooky season !! definitely not my best work as i havent written char x char in a hot minute but i hope you still enjoy

the month of october is supposed to be the most important to those like sumire. but truthfully, shed rather it just didnt exist entirely. the holiday season was hardly a celebration, and the young vampire found herself leaving the castle much more often than usual.

it started out as just a distraction, albeit a bad one. staring longingly at the civilians below her, living her ideal life always filled with a sense of envy. it was unfair. why was she unable to be normal?

she had begun to memorize the silhouettes of the people who would unsuspectingly walk past the mountain her family estate looked out from. however, one boy in particular would always catch her eye. shed only caught a few glances of his face, but that was more than enough to prove that she wanted to get closer to him, and not just his backside.

maybe october wasnt all bad, at the very least sumire was able to blend in with those around her, just as long as her mouth was covered. but not being able to talk would make her seem rude, wouldnt it? that meant approaching the handsome stranger was out of the question, especially because every solution she could come up with was a dead end. this hadnt been the first time shed try to forcibly remove her sharp fangs, and she felt like a bit of an idiot for even attempting again.

one night while walking through town, she came face to face with the stranger, literally. without looking where she was going, she bumped into his taller frame, being launched backwards onto the ground. you know, when she was pondering whether or not she should come talk to him tonight, this wasnt what she had in mind. “oh, my bad! are you okay?” sumire is brought back to reality and realizes that woah, he is very close to her face and is criminally attractive. she almost entirely forgets the one rule she had set for herself, not to speak to anyone, and grabs his extended hand with the most awkward head nod possible.

“make sure you watch where youre going from now on, some people arent as nice when you bump into them.” he laughs, and there must be literal hearts in the young vampires eyes right now. she covers her mouth, muttering a small “youre right, ill be more careful.” before hes slowly getting closer again. “are you sure youre alright? is your mouth bleeding?” at this point, sumires nerves are on fire, and if this continues hes going to mistake the blush on her face for her running a fever.

“uhm, yeah im totally fine!” the handsome stranger doesnt seem convinced. “i dont think ive ever seen you around before, but then again im not really from here. im ren by the way, a second year.” sumire is about ready to hit herself over how easy it was to actually get to start a conversation with him, but the fact that she cant be normal is enough of a reason for her to lock herself in the castle for another 100 years.

“im uhm… sumire. sumire yoshizawa.” he laughed again, something sumires not sure her heart will ever get used to. “yeah, i know. this is yours by the way.” he holds out the id that fell out of her pocket when they bumped into each other. he looks at it once more before handing it to her. “didnt realize you were older than me, my apologies.” shes correcting him before she even realizes what shes doing. “oh! uhm, its actually a fake. im only a first year.” yeah, that sounded believable enough right? what difference is there really between being 15 and 1500? “is that so? well you surely fooled me, i guess it works.” she scoffs. “oh please, i clearly look way younger than you!”

sumires guard is down, and ren manages a glimpse at what she was so desperately trying to hide in her mouth. “hey thats pretty cool! getting your halloween costume ready?” her heart sinks, but only slightly. how could she be so stupid? of course people wont question it during the holiday season. “well now that you mention it, yeah! pretty realistic right?” “definitely! hey, if youre free, you should come to my friends halloween party!” a party? nobodys ever invited sumire to one of those before. she hasnt even had someone to call a friend before. she cant help herself but excitedly say yes.

they quickly exchange numbers, ren sending both the address and time, before they go their separate ways. those around sumire dont miss her overwhelming excitement for the next week and a half.

its the day before rens friend, ryujis party. hes asked to meet with her before the party so they can arrive together, and sumires heart is on fire. they meet on the hill in front of her familys castle, and calling ren intimidated was an understatement.

it was a silly idea really, he knew hed never be able to top how realistic sumires costume was, but he thought itd be fun to try anyways. he was not expecting sumire to appear in an extravagant dress, (hopefully) fake blood, and those same perfect fangs. “you really went all out, huh?” she nods. “oh, but dont worry, the red thing is just ketchup!” he smiles. “yeah i figured. whyd you choose a vampire?”

sumire was afraid hed ask that question. especially since she didnt have a believable enough answer. “...well, my mom calls me a bad dracula. she tells me to be scarier, but im a bit different!” “i think its clever to take a popular costume and make it different!” oh cool, hes clueless. that surely isnt going to get her anywhere.

the walk to ryujis is horribly awkward, for reasons sumire cant quite put her finger on. shes searching for anything to talk about that hopefully wont scare ren away. “you know, ive never been to party before, but i just wanna have fun dancing! especially under the moon like this.” “well dont be scared, some of my friends are a bit much, but i promise that theyre nice people. and im sure youll crush it on the dance floor, youre already dancing in my heart, after all.” there he goes again with that dreamy smile, the one sumire struggles to find the right words around.

her face reddens, and she finds herself hiding herself in his chest. if she werent undead, sumire swears that ren would be the death of her. he wraps his arms around her, along with his long black coat. “you know, its not necessarily easy to walk with you on me like this, not that im complaining or anything.”

in typical ryuji fashion, his party is a tad bit boring, and further proves you cant leave him in charge of anything. after about two hours straight of dancing, ren had decided to ditch the party, in favor of watching the moon. sumire found him on top of the same hill he had met up with her at. “it looks a little bit like youre stalking me.” “thats bold coming from you, since this is basically right in front of my house.” “i guess you got me there. what do your parents do to be able to afford a creepy place like this, anyways?” “well ive already told you dummy. were vampires.” ren laughs. “its almost as amusing as it was the first time. no, but seriously, are they like, in the mafia or something?” sumire shakes her head. “dont you think even if they were i probably wouldnt tell you?”

ren rolls his eyes light heartedly. “fine then, keep your secrets.” she goes to sit down next to ren on the grass.“its not my fault if you dont believe me. i really shouldnt have even been down in the city that one night we bumped into each other anyways.” sumire shrugs. “and why is that? were you grounded or something up in the big spooky tower?” “i mean sort of. my dad always tells me to be colder to humans, but then ill get a stomachache.” she lays her head on rens shoulder.

“.... if youre really a vampire, why havent you bitten me yet?” sumire sighs. “how many times do i have to tell you? im a bad dracula for a reason! i wont ever hurt you, im a vegetarian after all.” her breath on his neck should have been the warning to run, but he found himself believing her words. “its just a little hard to believe, you know? does that mean other supernatural beings exist?” ren got over his doubts and fears surprising quick, and sumire couldnt help but smile at the way his face lit up.

“i can neither confirm nor deny that. but see? isnt it so much better when you ignore the backend talk thats reflected by the moon?” she pouts. “everybody always paints us out to be so bad. i mean sure, some of us are, but then it makes it just that much harder for vampires like me. like, why do i have to wait until cold october nights every year just to go out? fake id and everything?” ren grabs her hand. “well i guess ive just never really thought about it before. especially since i didnt even know you were being for real until about 2 minutes ago.”

“you can feel my fangs if you want to, for you know, more proof.” she blushes at her own words. did she really just say that? ren nods. sumire moves from laying her head on his shoulder to sitting on rens lap, facing him. his touch is gentle, not like hes afraid of her, but more so that he worries any more pressure and shell break like glass. nobodys ever treated sumire like that before, like she was something that needed to be protected.

his hand rests on her cheek, thumb on her bottom lip. she slowly opens her mouth, attempting to put her fangs on full display. “be careful, theyre sharp.” she mutters. ren mouths an “okay”, before he places his thumb on one of the teeth. he strokes his thumb over it with stars practically in his eyes. “so cool!” he whispers, like anything louder would ruin the moment. sumires face reddens. ren rests his hand on her thigh.

“so.. hypothetically speaking, if you were to bite someone, does the blood go through the fangs like a straw and straight into your body? or do you still have to like… suck it yourself?” sumire blinks slowly. “that sure is… a first. no, theyre not straws…” ren snaps his fingers, a confident smirk on his face. “damn, looks like futaba owes me 20 dollars.” “did you seriously make a bet on that?” she giggles. “well duh, it was the only logical way to solve it.” sumire glares at him playfully. “okay, okay! my bad, dont bite me!”

she gasps, “i would never!” he pats her head. “i know, i know. im just messing with you.” sumire lets out a “hmph!” sound, turning her head away. “oh come on, dont be like that, im sorry.” he gently kisses her cheek, and as soon as its happened its over. ren cant help but smile at how quickly she whips her head back around, face bright red. he was about to apologize until sumire places a soft kiss on his lips.

“there… now were even.”

grrr why are endings so hard :sob: anyways fic is inspired by bad dracula by red velvet teehee im so tired ^^;;

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