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oops-its-a-fanwork · 8 months

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Dancing with the pirate boys~🕺💃

I simply think we should dance! Dancing is fun!💕

This pirate au is by @mega-punani and these are just my non-canon headcanons <3 check out their page for more! (she's currently not updating this au but her page is a lovely visit!)

Sans Sooo you know those dances where one person does very little dancing and the other person is pretty much dancing around them, pulling them in? He'd offer one of those dances as a 'haha gotcha now I don't have to do much' kinda thing, but little did he know how you'd turn the tables on him! Oh the shameless flirting as you danced your little heart out! Your fleeting touches as you flutter around him, the looks you give him, the proximity as you pull him close, face to face, only to then pull away for another wide twirl~ He's at the centre of the stage and he cant leave, since he promised you he would do this for you. But oh this man is flustered. He is bright blue. And he simply cannot move his eyes off you. Even years later you can still easily tease him by seductively asking him to dance. He'll get bright blue and flustered again immediately even after your little wink ;) Ah man, you got him good. (The crew definitely teases him about it alllll the time. He just hehehs some more.)

Papyrus Yes yes yes he would love to dance!! Papyrus loves folk dances, ballroom dances, silly dances, tangos, just- anything!! Please ask him to dance! And don't be surprised if he asks you to dance either! He loves the joy of dancing in a group and seeing how invested and/or exited everyone is. Depending on how he's feeling, he can be either 1: a little stiff due to being nervous (maybe dancing in the crow's nest with waves like these wasn't your best idea...), 2: lose and carefree and a bit over enthusiastic (an absolutely joyous occasion or some alcohol may do this) or 3: comfortable, confident and super romantic (and pretty dang good!). He truly sweeps you off your feet in an awesome way! Definitely the type to be chatty during a dance too so he'll absolutely flirt with you while holding you in a dip.

Blue Folk dances hell yeah!!!! He knows a ton of them, is really good at them and is very enthusiastic! You'll have a lovely time with him and the gang, and he somehow knows how to make you feel special dancing with him even though you are also dancing with a ton of others. Maybe it's the way he looks at you? The time after the dance is well spent too: you are warm and tired and he is telling you stories about the dances' origins and the places he's learned them. If you dance for long enough you might actually get a very rare chance to nap with him: two tired and content smiling nerds snoozing on the couch. Slick and strict dances aren't his thing though. He loves the way they look and how romantic they are, but doesn't have the patience to learn and perform them well. He'll sweep you off your feet in a different way!

Stretch Listen honey. He doesn't dance. He plays the music. Important distinction. You can, however, convince him to try when you two are separated from the rest of the crew. You’ll be in a bustling town and evening is falling, and a band softly plays music for a buzzing cafe with terrace. And you may convince him to let you put your hand on his shoulder, to put his hand on your side, to put his left foot here, and his right foot there, then take a step there… and he'll be sweating the entire time, holding his breath until you tell him to breathe, darling. And he'll be stunned at how close you are. And he won't notice that you're dancing so sweetly until the song is over and you ask if you could do that again sometime. And he responds with a soft and flustered "yes" and watches you meld into the crowd to collect some drinks for you both. And he reasons that Yes, he truly might do that again…

Red "Heheh you can give me a lapda-" "No. >:/"

I think it would be difficult to actually get him to properly dance with you. He might entertain you for half a song but then he'll start trying to convince you to leave the dance floor with him. Its just not really his thing, and on top of that he's actually kind of embarrassed about looking like a fool unless inebriated. If you are out dancing he'll definitely brag to everyone and their parents that you're his pretty partner though! In fact, he might start taking you out to dance when the ship is docked just to show you off (and to make sure you have a good time of course). He'll request whatever music you need from the sidelines and watch you go at it. Man he has it good~

Edge You can convince him to take classes with you and hell take them super seriously, but he may have been too self-conscious/busy to start on his own. Learning to dance wasn't really a priority back on his home island and he might care if the others make fun of him for it, especially given his perfectionism. If he can use your request as an excuse to do it though... that'll probably do the trick! He actually really enjoys it: it's structured and beautiful and he can choose to either be in the spotlight with you or in a group where he doesn't stand out. He gets good really really fast too, so unless you are already quite good at it he'll be teaching you soon enough. It's truly a lot of fun and you actually see him smile a lot doing this. Truly a massive win.

Black An absolute show off. He knows how to ballroom dance but would never tell anyone even if asked. Except for you it seems! He puts you two in matching outfits, asks for a dance, and then shows off the fact that he has mad skills for dances like this. If he really wants to show off he might even create a spotlight out of sun or moonlight on the both of you. And to top it all off, he makes you feel absolutely special throughout the whole thing! …You can absolutely use this closeness to fluster him though. He can't escape your flirts while holding you this close >:3c He won't really join in on sillier dances or folk-dances unless challenged to, but his footwork and discipline are amazing so he likely will excel at any structured dance if he's been able to observe it well enough (to everyone's excitement and surprise). Any freestyling he will fail at though.

Cash On the surface he's making it seem far too easy to get him to dance with you. He makes it seem like he's out to get close and steal your stuff while he's there (as if he needs the proximity), but it's mostly a facade to hide how nervous this makes him. Like, genuinely dancing together? That's… vulnerable. Like Stretch, the crew can't be near at all, and honestly even strangers like a band are too much. You can gently persuade him to dance to the tune of a music box or radio you brought. You know you've made a genuine connection when he DOESN'T show you he stole something afterwards, even though he did it right at the start to have an easy way out of the situation. No one wants to dance with a thief, right? He puts it back in your pocket the next morning, and seems much more mellow the following days.

Bear He has a strict 'no partying in the kitchen' rule for obvious reasons, but if you are often hiding in the kitchen for some quiet time and tend to play soft music he might sway subconsciously to it, and if he has some downtime during the cooking process you might be able to persuade him to gently sway with you for a little bit, creating a lovely big blush on his face. Do a little pirouette in his arms and his day is all better. Other than this he doesn't really dance when the occasion arises, but you will find that he is completely focused on you as you dance either a silly little swing or some beautiful dance. He has no jealousy at all seeing you dance with others, mainly because his focus is entirely on you <3

Cinnamon Although complicated choreographed dances are difficult due to his eyesight and general clumsiness, simple slow couples dance can be done just fine! Simply swaying with him will have him comfortable and a little flustered. He would love to enthusiastically dance too but he's worried about hurting you and possibly falling on his face and embarrassing himself. When you do end up slow dancing he often needs to hold himself back from squealing at how cute you are this close, and he needs to resist the urge to suddenly spin you in circles and hug you so close because aaaa cuteness aggression! If you give him express permission to show it you'll end up having a very good time giggling with him, it's super sweet :) Also I am convinced this man can tap dance (or at least is trying to learn to) so if you can convince him to show you his skills you can have a lot of fun together!

#Stretch writes about that first dance in his diary and squeals the entire time #papyrus x reader #sans x reader #undertale au #pirate au #Honestly if u do end up giving anyone a lapdance please pick Bear it's so fucking worth it---#papyrus au #sans au #homemade fanworks #suggestive #< mainly for the lapdance mentions tbh #I hope the change in writing style between the crew isn't too strange to read?#I just did whatever felt right but they are very different now oops :p #edit: I called Bear Skull bc I've been working on my pokemon horror boy Skull while writing this oops it's fixed now

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elizmanderson · 5 months

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24!

just gonna note in each post what questions I've answered so far:

4 6 8 14 15 17 21 22 23

24. did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions?

I've moved away from making New Year's Resolutions in recent years bc I'm bound to fail to keep them and then I feel bad. I'm also bad at goal-setting in general bc SMART* goals are really hard for me lmao

(do other ND people struggle with this. is this an ND thing or just a me thing)

*if you're unfamiliar with SMART goals, SMART stands for "specific, measurable, achievable, relevant, and time-bound," which is what ~good goals~ are supposed to be

that said, I know I set some writing goals for the year, which were probably posted on Twitter, which means they're now deleted, but I'm p sure they included the following:

continue querying GroundskeeperWIP

complete a first draft of literally any novel

write and sub at least one short story <<< actually can't be 100% sure that was one of my goals for this year but I think it maybe was

probably some sort of goal regarding my debut year, but don't ask me what said goal WAS bc it would've been something I had control over (as opposed to "reach x number of Goodreads adds," "sell x number of copies," etc)

like notice that these are all pretty general goals. they're semi-specific but not really specific enough for SMART goals; they're mostly not measurable bc I left numbers & bench marks out of them. they were achievable, relevant, and time-bound, but the timing was "by the end of this year" with no in-betweens. like I said: SMART goals are hard for me, so this is about the best you can expect.

how did I do?

✅ continue querying GroundskeeperWIP

not only continued querying but got an agent, went on sub, and got a book deal!

✅ complete a first draft of literally any novel

after a false start and an almost complete reenvisioning, I completed my first draft of NettieWIP! I also collaborated with some friends on a very chaotic just-for-fun murder mystery, and we completed that as well.

❌ write and sub at least one short story <<< assuming this really was a goal I set this year

so I did write a short story, actually right here on tumblr, and I'm a little mad because I cannot for the life of me find it in my blog.

(I mean whatever, I do have it because I obviously also saved it to my computer. but I was going to link it here, and I can't bc I can't find it.)

I shared a list of different types of kisses, fully not realizing it was a "give me one of these prompts and I'll write something based on it" kind of thing lmao oops, and then when someone left me an ask I felt bad just going "sorry, sorry, didn't realize you'd expect me to write something," so I wrote something.

so I wrote that, but it was just a for-fun/bc-I-was-embarrassed thing on Tumblr lmao, not something for sub

✅??? something something debut year goal

I don't remember what goals I had set for my debut year so I'm choosing to assume I achieved them lmao

#ask #answered

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i-need-air · 3 years

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Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs Part 2.

Summary: Part 2 is here! While in part 1 it was mostly adoption and how he'd behave with you as a roommate, part two is him ✨ realizing things ✨ followed by how he'd be in a romantic relationship.

Word Count: 2k words [ oops, I did it again ]

Notes: So I said it'll be out in a few days but three [3] people asked me for part 2 and I'm a sucker soooooooo!! I could've just written a long ass fic but whatever, I thought I'd make it shorter in headcanons... hah lol right. Enjoy!

Part 1 here!

× he's a wild wolf so he's very active; like you need to understand he needs to go outside if not he'd get impatient, more aggressive, snappy, so once you took him on an easy hiking trail near your house and he loved it so once or twice a month you both go together to different places [ he demands it ]

× it's hard to keep up with him bc he's literally genetically engineered to be better than any very fit human being but he slows down for you

× morning runs at 5 a.m. bc he's insane

× is also a grandpa

× watched all documentaries on any streaming platform you could provide to him, also loves reading

× as months pass and you start to have your routine in order, word comes to you that an acquaintance is looking for a security guard at his mechanical shop two streets away from your house

× you casually mentioned it to Bakugou because he was starting to act anxious whenever you'd leave the house, so you assumed he was extra bored

× seriously, the house was spotlessly cleaned, he cooked amazingly and was occupied with your old laptop and going around the city to explore, but you guessed he wanted more independence?

× little did you know you were right but so wrong lol

× so Bakugou stared at you intensely and asked "Where?"

× it was as easy as telling him the location, him nodding and you thought he'd consider it; you didn't put any pressure on him because he already did so much to help around anyway

× well guess what bitch, next day he comes up to you saying you gotta co-sign his contract [cuz fuck society] meaning he got the job

× he was perfect for it because tall, intimidating, muscular wolf guy? who'd even mess with him? do they have a death wish?

× well, even before this he started to be... soft

× but once you really did show him you support whatever he wants to do, you give him his freedom and liberty of choice, he just reaaally changes, man

× he gets touchy, like his hands stay one second longer on your skin, he uses any excuse to have them on you, even his eyes follow you everywhere

× like c'mon, it's obvious but you didn't wanna put too much thought into it because we're respectful here

× not like you had a big fat crush on him and slowly started to realize it too

× sike bitch he knows

× you think his super-hearing didn't catch the way your heartbeat spikes up every single time he touches you? *please*

× i think he knows before you know

× meanwhile he is working to discover his feelings too

× so your relationship slowly turns into a couple's like relationship but without anything official and of course no kissing or such [ sadly ]

× would get jealous easily

× basically because nothing is talked between you two and deep down is insecure

× why the hell do you smell like other people? was it just a hug or something else? hell, why would you even hug people when he's right there??? just ask and don't touch some extras????

× another thing he does is getting very close to you while you talk to somebody else; scoffs and glares at them too

× ok so!! gifts! he really appreciates any gift you give him but scolds you if you do because you genuinely don't need to do that

× of course he just scolds you and calls you an idiot so I do hope you already learned his language

× it basically means that you shouldn't have done it, he's really grateful but seriously you shouldn't have

× like that one time you saved up money to get him a good computer and he forgot how to speak for like an hour

× the softest thank you ever afterwards

× still sounded rough but he was shocked as fuck

× one thing that remained in your brain were his friends, as sometimes he'd mention them

× so you took it upon yourself to find them, of course with his permission

× gets genuinely overwhelmed and plays it off saying he wouldn't mind knowing where those idiots ended but you didn't miss the way his voice trembled

× for you to find them you needed names and any information he could provide so that's when he, after a long silence and a mesmerized look on his face, started really talking about his life

× which was fucked; won't get much into detail but he was indeed in a fighting ring, people came and bet on whoever was stronger, he even had to fight his friends, everything was filled with abuse and their conditions were subhuman...

× just overall awful

× you couldn't help but hug him tight, feeling him shake in your arms

× with a hesitant voice he asked if you really did think there was a chance to find them

× just couldn't believe how amazing he felt in your arms

× or how your determination that night made his heart clench and took a big weight off his shoulders

× anywho;;;; after his first paycheck he takes you out on cute dates

× never calls them that, just demands you dress up [helps you out cuz boy got style] and takes you to a nice coffee shop or something

× AND on your fifth not date cuz you're not official but there's this weird tension between you date he finally kinda s n a p s

× you honestly didn't expect the waiter to flirt with you, he came out as very pushy and even if you were a lil uncomfortable you smiled and brushed it off

× when the waiter suggested giving you his number the sandy blond hybrid growled

× which i shit you not made the whole coffee shop freeze

× and you froze too

× but neither of you could say anything because the oblivious fuck kept talking

× basically joking about how you should keep your pet in a leash, to which you got up, threw some money on the table, grabbed Bakugou by the hand and leave before he'd rip someone's head off

× it only took you to touch Bakugou's arm to calm him down as he followed behind you wordlessly

× so you stood outside, angry, deep red eyes on your figure

× and silence

× his hand still in yours

× it was warm and amazing and you felt angry but your heart was beating loudly; angry at the waiter that you wanted to go full Karen on and get fired but excited because that growl shook you to the core, as if you could tell it was territorial and it was because of that pig flirting with you and did Bakugou Katsuki just lace his fingers with you?!

× "Oi." he interrupted your thoughts

× he turned your frame towards him and pulled you [kinda harshly] into him

× you'd make a comment about it but brain empty, just Bakugou Katsuki blushing

× "You're mine, you get it?"

× skdjflglykshs

× it sounded like he asked but it was a demand so oops you're his now ok bye

× like I said, boy isn't dumb so he lowkey knew you felt something too

× legit from there on he's just soft as fuck

× has a hard time opening up but visibly tries for you

× still continues to be a pain in the ass, Bakugou Style, but with a loving teasing attitude behind it

× his eyes give him away all the time

× they shine whenever you're in his field of view so congrats because, and this is the best part:

× WOLVES MATE FOREVER 💕💓💞💗💝💟

× oh yeah, he's yours, no takebacks

× he isn't one to half-ass the relationship; you're his now and he'll do anything for you

× big time touch starved it hurts

× because he is shy

× so whenever you introduce him to hand holding and cuddles, he can't get enough

× not big on PDA [ and not recommended since human-hybrid relationships are kiiiinda frowned upon but it's getting better ]

× although at home it's another deal

× seriously cuddle him; he's big into the protector vibe so he's a big spoon almost exclusively unless it's to sleep on top of you

× speaking of! accept that even if your relationship isn't that intimate, he'd still hint about sleeping together in the same bed

× so you better catch on when he does because he'll just click his tongue and call you needy

× while dragging you to bed

× sleeps holding you, his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck

× unless it's summer then stay on your side 💅

× you know those kisses that just scream "I can't get enough of you"? that's his whole kissing vibe in a sentence

× hell, even the gentlest kiss gives that vibe away and it'll 100% leave you breathless

× doesn't have experience but is a very fast learner

× pays very close attention to your body language

× really into biting your skin enough to leave marks

× wear his hoodies

× no, I'm fucking serious, wear them now

× his chest puffs and he turns into a blushing mess when you do it the first times because his scent is on you

× scenting is a big thing for him so of course he's gonna love it

× 10x more territorial because now he has a mate to protect

× jealous but trusts you

× still very jealous though

× let's all pretend he is definitely not scenting you before you go out because it's in his nature and it is embarrassing

× the first time he tells you he loves you it's when he's feeling vulnerable

× the search for his friends is still on-going, he feels less than adequate as a providing mate, is pissed at the world for treating him like an inferior animal when they created him, everything is piled on his shoulders and whenever than happens he closes off

× you notice immediately

× will not tell you at first

× it's only when you go to bed and he turns his back to you when you really know it's bad

× even if you fought before, he'd angrily snuggle you at night-time

× now it's so different

× hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pull a blanket all over you both and big spoon him, he'd start shaking and talking in no time

× will hide his tears from you but you'd know

× "You're the best fucking thing that happened to me, [Y/N]... I—... Shit... I love you so much."

× neither of you slept that night

× excuse you? drink some water and pray to jesus;;; you talked about feelings, ok? communication is key in a relationship, puh-lease

× [ i have this whole nsfw hcs post already cookin in my brain so maybe I'll make it happen cuz y'all know he has a mating season and all that comes with it 👀 ]

× back to being children of jesus here

× thanks the moon, the heavens and all the gods for putting you in his life; boy didn't believe in destiny but deep down he thinks you were meant to be

× you still better wash the dishes or you'll get your ass kicked.

Extra:

× you did find some of his friends, little by little, and even if he acted nonchalant, like k das cool, it was obvious he was extremely happy

× so they did get adopted too

× you got in contact with them on social media and they were all very excited about meeting

× so it was a chaotic meeting with a dog hybrid called Kirishima and a mouse like vibrat yellow guy called Kaminari

× they all were looking for Bakugou too since they were very worried about where he ended

× Kirishima shed manly tears when seeing Bakugou

× as they instantly welcomed you in their small group, they informed you both that the majority of the squad was adopted and they're in contact, while they're still actively looking for the others

× cue to the softest expression you've seen on Bakugou in public followed by "That's good"

× silence

× shock and silence

× Kaminari turning to you and whispering "You did this" with a hand on his heart, lips trembling as he wiped an imaginary tear

× insert instantly snappy Bakugou

× when everyone laughed and continued to make plans to meet up with the others, he just looked at you conversing with them, soft expression again on his features and his chest warming

× "Oh! Look, he's doing it again! Quick, take a pictur—"

× "SHINE!"

#bakugou katsuki x reader #noirewrites #hybrid!bakugou #hybrid!au #bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons #bnha x reader

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obeiii-mee · 3 years

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Heyo, this is my first time asking (im kinda new to tumblr, so please dont judge) if you would'nt mind, could you do some headcannons (or oneshots, it dosen't matter) with all the demon bros and a MC who is crippled/paralized in their legs, and has to use a wheelchair to get around? Thank you!!

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This is the first time I’ve written about a crippled MC, so I hope I didn’t fuck this up or anything. I found out that being paralysed in both legs is a disability called Paraplegia so that’s how I titled this post. And y’all are too sweet, you are more than welcome anon! I hope I can portray this properly because I am not crippled myself so I’ve opted to do some research before writing this! I hope you like it! Also, I feel inclined to add that none of the brothers would treat you too differently if you happen to have a disability because you’re their human nonetheless :)

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The Brothers with an MC that has Paraplegia and needs a wheelchair to get around:

Lucifer:

-Lucifer was in charge of choosing the final human, exchange student for the program so it’s guaranteed he already knew about your predicament before you even arrived

-Him and Diavolo probably had many meetings concerning your disability before the program could commence, considering that being unable to walk would double the chances of you getting killed since you are obviously more vulnerable

-Not to mention all the treatment you would require

-Lucifer is not well versed in human illnesses and disorders, but he makes sure that he is educated enough on the matter before you get brought down there

-It would not be easy, but he is determined to help you survive your year in DevilDom for the prince’s sake

-First problem of the day was, of course, your wheelchair

-Due to lack of time, Lucifer was unable to instal ramps around the House of Lamentation which meant that for the first couple of weeks, someone would’ve had to help you move around certain parts of the house

-He gave that highly prestigious job to himself because he didn’t trust his brothers and thought they would accidentally drop you and your wheelchair down the stairs

-He talks a lot to you, even at the beginning, because he needs to establish your needs and what he should do to make sure you don’t die for the following year

-You would have to tell him about physical therapy and how most commonly it uses heat, massage and exercise to stimulate your nerves and muscles, making it a great treatment for people with leg paralysis

-Once you two enter a more intimate and personal relationship, it’s more than likely he’ll help you perform those things himself (instead of kidnapping a human doctor from somewhere)

-Lucifer knows you have no problem getting around with your wheelchair by yourself but there are times where he’ll insist to push you along in order to give you a quick break

-I can totally imagine you two strolling around DevilDom and having cosy chats about RAD and your adjustments to DevilDom

-He has a softer side to him that he’s afraid to show most of the time, but he feels so at ease when you’re around, it’s hard for him to hold that part of him hidden from you

-Of course, your safety still remains his primary concern and he acts more like your guardian than Mammon does, even if he was originally supposed to look out for you

-He will accompany you almost anywhere. And if he can’t, he’ll have one or more of his brothers do it. And even then he’s probably lurking nearby, just in case

-He would always be willing to listen about your condition, if you wished to tell him whether you were born with the defect or why you ended up crippled later in life. Either way, he’s all ears

-If you would rather not speak about it, he wouldn’t pry and respect your decision because he knows it’s not his place to pressure you

-Because of your paralysis, it’s quite obvious to demons that you are even weaker (physically speaking) than most humans and that usually puts a target on your back

-Howver, never fear, because Lucifer is pretty quick to put lower rank demons in their place with just a mere stare

-Oop one of them passed out from the fear, haha

-In conclusion, he’s the most responsible when it comes your comfort and safety during your stay

-He makes sure you are always left in good hands and and provides most of the requirements you need

-Y’all should see how his wings puff up when he senses a threat approaching you, he looks like a peacock ready to go on attack lol

Mammon:

-The second born is unsurprisingly a bit of a jerk at first

-He stays really grumpy the whole day of your arrival because he’s stuck babysitting you stupid human

-“Lucifer c’mon, what’s all this workload for? The human can’t even walk by themselves, why do I have to help them out?”

-Wtf Mammon you can’t say shit like that

-Anyways, the following very few days, the only thing he’s thinking about is how much money he could sell your wheelchair for

-He’s the literal incarnation of greed, what else did you expect from him?

-After a while, he starts feeling a bit guilty every time he thinks about it though

-Mammon is gonna take this secret to the grave (laughs in immortal) but he actually really likes pushing you around

-Maybe it’s because it’s a clear indication to everyone around him that you are HIS human, under HIS protection and therefore you trust HIM the most since he was your FIRST MAN

-He will insist on helping you get out of that thing when you need to go to bed and stuff every night and he will get pouty real fast if you let any of his other brothers do it

-You wake up to him trying to roll around in your wheelchair one night at like 3am

-At some point, he stole a wheelchair from the human realm to match with his human. You can guess the consequences of his actions

-I can imagine you having to face a staircase or something at school and Mammon being like:

-“Fuck it, imma carry this fragile human instead; wheelchair and all!”

-Like you were a sack of potatoes or something smh

-Cue his brothers watching him from a distance as he heaves you and basically weight-lifts you up the stairs

-Ok but every now and again, he gets so sad thinking about you not being able to walk, like he starts crying kinda sad

-While you stand there like 😐 “Why are you crying?”

-He’s so quick to help if he senses you’re in danger too

-It’s canon that Mammon is crazy fast if he wants to be so if he has even the slightest impression that your life is threatened, his feet are already moving

-He will charge at your immediate threat at around 120 miles per hour-do not try him when he’s mad

-“The Great Mammon saved the day! C’mon MC, let’s go buy some ice cream. My treat! Ya better be grateful!”

-He says while the demon that tried to eat you lies on the floor with about a dozen broken bones

-Mammon is the second most powerful demon out of all of his brothers, even if he doesn’t resort to violence often

Levi:

-He didn’t really know how to react when you first teleported to DevilDom

-I mean, from the very beginning he considered you to be a human normie but at the same time, he felt bad you were stuck with his brothers for the rest of the year

-I think he would understand you would have an even harder time integrating yourself in their house because of your disability and he knows his siblings are really fucking annoying, always pushing you around and whatnot

-So, he kinda lets you hide in his room quite often

-You guys chill out in there all the time, much to the dismay of the other brothers who also want to spend time with you

-At some point, Levi definitely begged asked Lucifer to let you start online classes with him

-“But wouldn’t it be easier for MC to do online school from home rather than go to R.A.D since there aren’t any ramps or anything around there???”

-“The answer is no Leviathan.”

-“Ugh fine! What a fucking boomer-“

-For some reason, he gets so flustered whenever you ask him to push you around

-He blushes right to the tips of his ears and then he starts sputtering some nonsense that you can’t make out at all

-But he’s more than happy to do it, especially if you guys are going to a convention or if he’s dragging you out to buy new merch

-You two would get along in the sense that Levi realises the struggles you faced all your life were tough to overcome and he believes you are just like him

-Usually left out by other people, ignored even

-He knows you always listen to him ramble on about whatever he is currently obsessed with and how much you check up on him to make sure he never isolated himself

-He wants to do that for you too! Talk to him about your hobbies, please I’m begging you-he feels so bad whenever he’s doing all the talking

-If you ask him to help you with anything (getting something, helping you into bed—that sort of thing), he legally and physically can’t say ‘no’

-And he would get envious enough to stop talking to you for a day or two if you let his brothers do it instead (the second and third born are indeed similar lmao)

-S T A Y I N H I S R O O M, W H E R E Y O U C A N B E P R O T E C T E D !

-He will feel so much more at ease if you’re in his room because to him, that’s his haven

-If you’re in there with him, that means you’re not getting involved in his siblings’ endless and dangerous shenanigans

-Whenever you’re at school, he can’t help but worry about your well-being

-Because you’re human! You’re gonna get killed!! Do you know how much your organs sell on the black market in DevilDom??? 100x more than in the human realm, that’s for sure

-Would they have a black market or would it be a regular market lol

-For some reason, he also likes staying in your wheelchair when you’re not using it

-I think he just takes comfort in knowing it’s something that belongs to you and smells like you and-

-OK Levi, sit back down

-He wouldn’t treat you any differently if you had a disability tbh, but he’d be more concerned because you can’t even run away or anything

-So he’s so fuckin’ relieved when you guys are just vibing in his room

-He could die happy knowing he kept his best friend/ partner safe

Satan:

-Satan would be even more prepared for your arrival than Lucifer would, in a sense

-Out of all of his brothers, he’s most likely to understand and recognise paraplegia (either from studying human illnesses/birth defects/disabilities or from encountering humans with said disability)

-He’s a smart boy, alright?

-Always seems to be the first to notice if you need help or if someone’s bothering you

-Though in the very beginning, he was pretty tempted to just let you get killed to see how angry Lucifer could get

-Seeing dear Luci’s misery brings him great joy 🥰🥰🥰

-Once you two manage to build a very honest and strong relationship, he feels more and more inclined to keep you out of harm’s way

-Pls, he would feel so honoured if you let him push you around (it’s like you asked him to h*ld h*nds or something)

-If you require treatment of any kind, he would be so happy to help

-But in a subtle way...?

-Satan makes it seem so smooth too like he doesn’t mind lending a helping hand when in reality he’s all giddy inside

-*Kinda wants to rub it in his brothers’ faces but at the same no, because he’s definitely the bigger person here

-He wants to know how your wheelchair works

-It’s got all of these neat mechanisms and he wants to learn how they’re constructed because he never had the chance to inspect one before

-He’s such a sweetheart about asking you as well and never pries about your disability unless you start elaborating yourself

-Most of the time, he acts all charming and very gentleman-like

-So people have a hard time spotting and acknowledging the building rage inside of him every time he sees you are threatened by some moronic low rank demon

-Satan’s usually chill when it comes to injuries, unless he can see you’re in horrible pain

-There’s nothing a few spells can’t accomplish

-But when others purposefully try harming you?

-It’s like he loses all the self control he’s been trying to perfect over the centuries and he can’t help himself from at least breaking someone’s rib cage

-Satan’s a weird one because he’s protective of you even though he’s more on the relaxed side when compared to his siblings

-He very much acknowledges that you made it this far in life with your predicament so he doesn’t feel the need to baby you or anything

-You’re strong and he knows this

-It’s one of the many things he clearly loves about you

-That one time you rolled over Mammon’s foot with your wheelchair on purpose, he was wheezing

Asmo:

-Even now, he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be stuck inside a wheelchair for the rest of his eternal life

-I mean, he’d obviously still be absolutely fabulous, have you seen him? He’s gonna be gorgeous either way

-But after the two of you meet, he definitely starts thinking about how he takes his feet for granted all the time

-It would be so difficult to complete his daily tasks without the ability to walk or run around

-That’s why he gets sad every time he remembers that’s your reality and on days like that, you’ve noticed he gives you a helluva lot more attention than usual

-He knows you don’t need pity or anything so he’s just making sure his human has all the support they can get

-Paraplegia or not, shopping trips are still a go-go

-He loves buying you clothes! And he loves helping you try them on! Asmo takes it very seriously

-Might have a go at the employees if they’re being rude to you

-You don’t even ask him to, but he subconsciously starts pushing you around himself whenever the two of you are out together

-“MC! Look at that new shop that’s just opened! Isn’t it adorable? We have to check it out!”

-He can’t help it! There’s so many places he wants to visit, he sort of just drags you with him wherever he goes

-Even at home, he always pops out of nowhere to coax you into coming to his room

-Y’all have so many skin routines to do each day

-Like he’s in your room most nights to greet you goodnight and tuck you in, with the rest of his brothers it gets so awkward at times

-Asmo just wants to see you smile, ok? He thinks you have a beautiful smile and laugh and he wants to remind you that you’re marvellous, disability or not

-And if anyone does anything to put an end to your self confidence, he will swiftly put an end to their life

-Please, he’s a pro at ruining lives, he’s been doing it for centuries

-Asmo has such a huge influence over the people in DevilDom, he just needs to make this one post on Devilgram to end said demon’s whole career

-I mean, who is he compared to him, Hmm? So don’t worry MC, scum like that don’t even deserve to breathe the same air as you :)

-That one time Mammon tried lifting you up the stairs and Asmo started shrieking, like put them down! Don’t manhandle them like that, poor human :(

Beel:

-I know I sound repetitive, but he would be an overall sweetheart to you no matter the circumstances

-If Mammon is not by your side, then Beel definitely is

-His big, scary aura and figure usually scares off any threat in a 10 mile radius

-Most demons don’t fancy being eaten by the Avatar of Gluttony, ya know?

-Idk why but I feel like he’d be the type to ask for oral consent every time he wanted to push you around

-He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable :(

-Surprisingly also the type to lift you and your wheelchair whenever an obstacle gets in your way

-You basically weigh the same amount as a paper plate compared to him, so he has no problem doing so

-He doesn’t really understand your condition as well as Satan may do, but he’s trying his best

-You mean so much to him and he feels it’s only fair he learns more about your disability as a thank you for what you’ve done for him

-He has a rough time keeping up with you when it comes to stuff like physical therapy because he’s very unfamiliar with it but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna help

-Of course, Beel believes that this is the second best way to show you how much he cares for you besides the obvious ‘I love you’

-Giving you a hand whenever you need his support the most

-That’s his way of saying “I’m not going to let you down. I want you to trust me, the same way I trust you.”

-And knowing him, he will try to do everything in his power to keep you safe and sound

-After a while, you’re bound to notice he’s the first one to pull you out of his brothers’ pranks before you have a chance to get hurt

-Beel is always the one handing you stuff from high places you can’t reach, without teasing you for it like Mammon might do

-Always the first one to remind you to get plenty of rest and to eat enough

-He wants to protect you and his brothers because he knows he failed to do so with Lilith so yeah, he’s a bit overprotective at times

-He doesn’t mean to be overbearing, but he gets so anxious knowing you’re by yourself

-After a few months of getting accommodated with him, your disability is no longer brought up in the conversation

-Because he doesn’t care that you are crippled and forced to use a wheelchair

-You are part of his family and he loves you no matter what

Belphie:

-He didn’t really care, even when you first met and his hatred for humans was at its very peak

-It didn’t matter that you had a disability

-All that mattered to him at the time was killing you to satisfy that deeply rooted need of vengeance inside of him

-Though he was sort of surprised his brothers didn’t get to you first

-In general, he’s pretty chill about you being crippled in both legs

-It takes too much effort to worry about your well-being 24/7 after all

-Surprisingly, he does keep an eye out for you if his siblings aren’t nearby

-It’s his redemption arc people, he’s trying to be nicer

-But he has such an irritating way of showing his affection for you

-Do not let him push you around

-He’s either going to a) fall asleep after 30 seconds and slump over you in the middle of RAD’s halls

-Or b) be annoying and fling your wheelchair in every direction possible just to piss you off

-He likes messing with you because you give him the best reactions and he thrives on that

-You’ve almost fallen off your wheelchair multiple times because of this asshole

-Not that he’d actually let you fall, he just wants to see how easily he can get you to yell at him

-Speaking of said wheelchair, like Mammon and Levi, he also loves using it when you’re not

-You’ve woken up to him curled up and asleep in that thing quiet often and he’s gotten in trouble over it every time with Lucifer

-But he doesn’t care

-And at this point, I don’t think even he knows whether he’s doing it to get a reaction out of you or because he somehow found a way to make himself comfortable there

-He would low key use you as a mode of transportation every time you go to RAD

-Just clings the damn wheelchair and almost topples both of you over

-“Belphie, there’s nothing stopping you from walking 😐”

-“Shh, just bring me to class and let me nap until then.”

-He doesn’t mention your legs but he still lays his head on your lap often

-Might make you hold him like a bride every time you stroll around the house

-It’s done out of love, I promise 😌😌

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Al~

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #om #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #paraplegia #⭐️ requests #🕯 general #☂️ demon brothers

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Various Males x Fem!ExModel!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: You, a retired model get hired at Cloud 9 and, not-at-all-surprisingly, you get harassed by every allegeable (According to them) bachelor in the place- but god fucking damnit! You’re just here to get a paycheck??!

“You can’t knock ‘em out, you cant walk away,

Try desperately to think about the politest way to say,

“Just get out of my face,”, “Just leave me alone,”

“And no you cant have my number,”,

“Why?”

“Cuz I lost my phone.”

(Inspired by Lily Allen’s Knock ‘Em Out)

Includes (In order of appearance after the introduction bit): Sal Kazlauskas, Garret McNeil, Tate Staskiewicz, Isaac (And I think my favouritism here definitely bleeds through*Cough*), Elias Greene, Cory, Jonah Simms, and Marcus White.

Warnings: Sal, harassment (They leave after you say no though. Just to be sure)

🔆 🔆 🔆

“And uh, yeah one last thing before we all hop off to work! We have a new Cloud 9 family member. Y/N! Would you like to stand up?” Glenn, the lovely man who took your interview a week ago and then went out of his way today to look for you out front in the morning to show you around quickly and guide you through clocking in, finds you in the crowd of workers and gestures for you to stand.

Oh, uh- uhh, okay! Up we get, then, you think as you stand up like he said and take a look around at all the judging eyes, which normally wouldn’t phase you but here is a lot scarier than what you’re used to. This an entirely different environment to getting up at a modelling gig- you know nothing about working this kind of job! You’ve never done it, so, you’re afraid they’ll judge you right off the bat and make it difficult for you to ask questions. And you can’t keep bothering Glenn- he has more important things to do.

Oh god, you hear whispering. You peer around. Where is that coming from?-

“This is Y/N L/N! She’ll be working with Go back’s today,” Right, Go Back’s Easy enough; Glenn explained them earlier before the meeting started. “So if you see her in your area- be sure to say hello and see if she needs some help, K? Good. We’re jazzed to have you with us Y/N.”

“Thank you!” You quip quickly, then sit down and focus on Glenn again, hoping dearly at the same time that attention disperses from you immediately.

Glenn smiles, glancing down at his clipboard for any last-minute messages. “Okay! I think that’s it, so- “

The whispering from before suddenly cuts off. “Uh yeah, question?” Glenn stops short when a man in the back kind of rudely cuts him off, but sighs out a ‘Yes, Marcus?’ as the woman beside him - Dina, - rolls her eyes severely. Oh, you let a tiny ghost of a smirk slip over your lips. That’s kind of a reaction, isn’t it? “Yo- new girl.” What- me- w h y- You immediately get awkward again and twist around in your chair, but don’t really know who to look at. Luckily the tall brunette in the warehouse uniform is pointing, so you figure it out pretty quick that that’s who you’re looking for, and calm down. Mostly.

Yeah? You raise one eyebrow. “Hi?”

He grins back to the right and the left of him, to his equally pleased buddies and pals, before raising a Vogue magazine- and it’s the issue on which you scored the front page. Jeez, that was months ago! “Is this you?”

A chorus of ‘Ohhhhh’ and general excitement travels around the room and for the first time ever, you’re half ashamed to admit that yes that is you. In your usual circle this is something to be proud of… but you get that it isn’t really like that, in non-modelling circles. In fact, it could be something to be embarrassed about.

Especially seeing that oh dude and his gang of Michael Myers fashion wannabes look like a hungry, dim-witted, wolves rather than plainly interested about your modelling career.

But, still, you smile politely and nod. Hopefully it’ll be forgotten before the afternoon, at least. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Nice.”

Hmm… you really, really hope that it’s forgotten soon, at least, as you turn back around to face the front again as Glenn sends everyone off to work. Because if not, then these boys are going to learn the hard way that models take self-defence classes religiously.

Or at least you are going to have a very uncomfortable day, which is just great. You groan inwardly at the thought, as you gather up your coffee from the table beside you and drop it in the trash can on the way out.

You’re just doing your own thing and someone

Comes out of the blue,

They’re like,

“Alright”

But he’s saying

“Yeah can I take your digits?”

And you’re like, “No, not in a million years, you’re nasty.

Please leave me alone.”

There’s already so many Go Back’s! You think excitedly, as you get to work looking for where things should be. You’re glad to have something to do- at your first job with Chuck E Cheese, before you got into the modelling thing, you were basically useless the first day because you weren’t allowed to grill yet, you didn’t know how to assemble, and they didn’t want you out on the floor for the birthday party that was happening, in fear that you would mess up royally. So you just sat around trying not bother anyone, and that felt terrible. So, wandering the aisles of Cloud 9 with a full shopping trolley searching for products and neatening things up? Sounds like a good deal to you. Yes please.

“Uhh, hi.”

You practically jump entirely out of your skin, hearing the voice right beside you and whip your head around to see a balding guy in a blue Cloud 9 jacket. Is this man licking his fingers!?

“Uh,” You step back with your brightest, most polite smile, picking something up from the Go Back’s cart and rounding it to put it between you and the man, before acting like you’re stupid enough to be putting barbecue sauce in the Barbie section, and then… “Oh, oops! Silly me!” You flash the guy a nervous look. “I’m still working things out… “

Well? Better to look like an absolute idiot, then be standing within grabbing radius of the creepy man licking his fingers that you’re all alone in the middle of an empty aisle with. “Um… so, what’s up? Did someone send you to find me, or… am I doing something wrong? You know better than me, after all!”

“No… “His gaze licks up your form and if it weren’t for all your ‘training’ in staying still and not feeling this kind of thing- you absolutely would have wigged out. “You’re doing fine… Just wanted to see you.”

Boy- if anyone else could see your face right at this moment, full of disgust and mild horror, you’re sure you would be YouTubes next hit. Or a meme. “Oh… “You nervously chuckle. “Um, well, I’m gonna… go… “You pull the trolley around so that you can back up out the back of the aisle and escape through stuffed toys, into the open but his hand comes down on the other end of the trolley- stopping it. Before you can stop yourself, verbal diarrhoea spews from your lips. “Glenn has my resume- there’s a photo on there you can have.”

“That’s okay I prefer them to be breathing.” Both his hands are on the end of your trolley now, tight so his knuckles turn white, and he’s breathing unnecessarily heavy. He’s even leaning over the trolley some like his body really can’t handle whatever terrible heat is plaguing it right now. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god… this is so gross.

“Well, that’s… u-understandable...”

He looks up into your eyes, now, and doesn’t blink. Who the hell is this guy?! “Say… “ Oh no, oh no- he’s coming around the trolley-he’s coming around-he’s close-too close-too close-mayday-MAYDAY- Slowly, in your face, he licks up his thumb, makes an ‘Mm,’ sound, and you deeply wince; So much so in fact that one of your eyes completely closes. “Could I take your phone number?”

You absolutely couldn’t have helped what happened next if you had wanted to.

“Eeeeuuuwwwwwwww no not in a million years, your nasty, please leave me alone!!” You exclaim in a high voice before abandoning the trolley and rushing off to customer service.

“No you cant have my number,”

“Why?”

“Cuz I lost my phone.”

By the time you got to the front desk, you had basically calmed down and were mostly just stressed that you left the Go Back’s behind- but still must look troubled as the guy manning the front desk makes a confused, half-concerned but mostly intrigued kind of face at you as you stop there. You’re about to explain your appearance - that or just shrug, not too bothered about reporting whatever mess that was. Not on your first day, at least. No way. - when his face relaxes, and he nods. “Ohhh. Damn, Sal got to you?”

Sal? Was that the guy’s name? You didn’t check. “Oh, was that his name? I was a bit too preoccupied by his eyeballs sucking out my soul, to notice his name tag.” Now that you’re thinking about it, though, you glance at this man’s name tag. Garret.

“Yep, that’s Sal. That’s just one of the wonderful things involved in working here that you’ll just have to get used to.” Garret grins, offering you a chill perspective with a side of cynicism. You sigh, truly feeling relieved that you’ve found a normal person and relax your back against the taller part of the desk.

“Brilliant.” The sarcasm drips off the tip of your tongue.

“You’ll have to deal with a lotta that here, though, looking like you do.” You turn your head to the side to look already exhausted just by the idea, at him. He shrugs. “Hey, I don’t make the rules. I just speak the truth.”

“God- I feel sorry for the other women working here.”

“Oh, no. They’re in a completely different wheelhouse to you. Sorry.” Garret leans on his forearms on the desk, and you roll over to lean on your shoulder and pay attention. “See, you’re a model- “

“I was a model,”

“You were a model- which through primitive male thought process makes you prime real estate. Whoever manages to ‘bag’ you, for lack of a better word I apologise, gets some serious bragging rights.” He shrugs, and looks vaguely apologetic but still some how shameless as this utter bullshit slips out of his mouth. “We can’t help it- some of us don’t even know we’re doing that, but we are. Actually, I’m probably the only one who’ll admit it… which… kinda makes me your best option. Self-awareness, and all that.”

Oh. A dry laugh comes out of you as you feel a text come through in your back pocket and pull out your phone. As you see that its not an urgent message, you immediately put the phone back and glance around for any supervisors before returning to your conversation with Garret. “Oh- of course it does.”

“Exactly!” He grins, and you can’t tell through his expression at all whether he’s genuinely this clueless or if he’s just shooting his shot. “So- “

“No, you can’t have my number.”

“Why?”

Deadass, in a very monotone voice, you say: “I lost my phone.”

Then the two of you just have a stare off for a minute. Garret because he just saw you use your phone, and you because you wont back down.

“Oh yeah, actually yeah I’m, I’m pregnant. I’m having a baby in like 6 months, so no. Yeah, yeah… “

“You know,” The chemist pipes up from behind the Pharmacy desk as you put back some pill boxes he said were fine to return to the shelves, and you glance over at him to show you’re listening, and check his name tag. “I myself considered a career in modelling, before this. People even say, now, that I could model.”

Oh boy. You think, fighting not roll your eyes. And how old are you? Early 30’s? I don’t think so buddy.

“Oh, well, I wouldn’t recommend it.” You flash him a nervous grin before returning to your shelving. “You’re good for, like, 3 years. But then you hit 22 and unless you look like Victoria Justice shared with you whatever youth fountain she got chucked into, then you have to find something else to do with your life- despite having nothing to fall back on.” Okay… so… I might be a bit bitter.

Tate chuckles - and oh boy, he sounds just like your old manager. Totally fake, -, hiding his hands in his lab coat pockets. “Yeah, you’re probably right… Besides, I got the better end of the deal, anyway. Doctor for the doctors, they call us.” They call Pharmacists that? Who? That’s news to you. “Ahhh, yeah… I’m doing pretty well for myself.”

“Yep.” Forcing a fake smile his way, you leave the shelf you were stocking and get closer to the desk to stock another, as Tate’s eyes follow you waiting for encouragement of some kind. Doesn’t he have a job to do?? “You chose well!”

“Yeah, thanks. I know.” Ffffff-f a r out. This guy! “You know, you and me, we’d make a good couple.”

Oh? Dear god? You pause your shelving in surprise at the bomb this man has just dropped so casually, fish oil tablets paused on their journey to the shelf mid-air. Could Garret’s crazy-pants theory have been right?

“Ohh,” You giggle nervously, returning to work a bit faster now. “I don’t know. I think for a pharmacist like you, I would envision, like… “An actual doctor? No, I can’t say that. “A personal trainer, or something. Keep you both healthy all-round, you know? Now that’s a power team.” As long as that personal trainer has humility enough for the both of them, at least.

“Mergh,” He makes a face, like ‘What the heck are you talking about??’, before shaking his head of the things you just said and leaning over the desk towards you. You keep packing, even faster now. Like the Flash. Go! Go! Go! Death Con 5!! “So, whadaya say? I could pick you up Friday after work, and we could head up to one of my timeshares?” He says that like it’s such a selling point! You think, fighting off the powerful urge to laugh but still feeling the panic deep in the pits of your soul. “Stake it out together for the weekend? Get to know each other?”

“Uhh… “Excuses! What are they? You slowly stop stocking, turning around to face him and crossing your arms. The man deserves to at least be faced as he’s rejected; You’re kind enough to give him that, at least. “I’d love to! But, the thing is… “Chewing your bottom lip, you think hard.

Ding Ding Ding!!

“The thing is, Tate… “You fake some nerves, now. “I’m actually, uh… “You look up, face relaxing. “Pregnant.”

Oh boy, the way that man recoils at that word, like a terrified, disgruntled, blonde hedgehog. You’re going to laugh so hard about it, later!! “Oh.”

“Yeah! Oh, I mean, yeah… I’m gonna be having a baby, in like, 6 months so… yeah… Yep.“ You shrug to him, as if its just so unfortunate. “Shame.”

She looks in her bag, takes out a fag, tries to get away from the guy on a blag,

Can’t find a light.

‘’Here, use mine.’’

‘’See the thing is I just don’t have the time.’’

Ahh, lunch. Now you can check your texts! Hmm, you look through your notifications and gradually lose excitement. Mum… mum… mum… phone bill company… friend… mum again…

Ah, the glamorous life of the famous.

You roll your eyes, and get to responding to your mothers texts about dinner and when you’ll be home and how your first day is going, not noticing the not-so-jolly, not-so-green-(unless-you-meant-pot) giant approaching you. When you finally finish responding to both your mum and your friend, you put your phone away and start unwrapping your lunch- a typical ham sandwich that you’re actually pretty excited about. That’s one good thing about your sudden drop in financial status; You can put in your damn sandwich as many pieces of ham and cheese as you like. Grinning excitedly, you pick it up and have it halfway to your mouth before another person - a very heavy, large person, - drops down beside you on the bench you’ve commandeered behind the store. You close your mouth without any delicious lunch inside it and look up, politely to the person who’s joined you.

And all you can think, is wow.

He could put you in a suitcase and walk off with you right now and have no problems.

That’s wow.

“Hi! I’m Y/N,” You introduce yourself, offering a hand for him to shake.

“I know.” Oh, well yeah okay that’s understandable. Glenn did introduce you to everyone this morning. Despite the man’s less-then-excited response, he takes your hand in his and shakes. It makes you all giddy inside, honestly. So b i g. “Names Isaac.”

Do you remember Isaac in the breakroom this morning? You wrack your brain for him, because surely if he was there you noticed him-

Oh. Yep, you remember him. He was one of that Marcus-Dude’s pals chuckling and whispering behind him. He was one of the men that had the magazine with you on the front, and if there’s one thing you know about men who carry Vogue in their locker’s it’s that they fit into only 2 groups- interested in fashion, obviously… and interested in the women. And this man clearly is not interested in fashion. Immediately, on this realisation, you feel disappointed- you really could have liked this man right off the bat…

But it looks like he’s just going to be another of the men at this store you have to get to know, before becoming friendly with.

“So,” He starts, and you fight off a wince. Hopefully, you don’t know what’s coming. But… the likeliness of that is not high. “You wanna go out, some time? I’m a big fan of your work.” He smirks.

“Oh, ha ha.” You laugh sarcastically, shaking your head and returning to your sandwich. You take a bite and- Ahhhhhh, so worth the wait. Oh my god. Food orgasm. “At least you’re honest!”

“Yeah, so is that a yes?” His face brightens a smidgeon, which is a lot seeing as he doesn’t seem to be totally all there, in the first place.

You look up at Isaac, and look apologetic. He was honest with you so its only fair that you’re genuine with him. “Sorry… “

“Ah- actually, I don’t know if this’ll change your mind, but I have 2 weeks to live, so… “

Never mind on that honesty thing, then.

Dull-eyed, you stare up at him. “… Uh-huh.”

“Its true! I have, uh, cancer.” He insists, nodding his head and forcing his eyebrows up his forehead all serious-like.

“Cancer.” Right.

“Yep.”

Right, time to look in the bag... You start to wrap up your lunch again - sadly, as now you’ll have to wait until the end of the day and the bus ride home to eat it, - and plop it back away in your bag, getting up and pulling out a cigarette instead- that should hold you over until the end of the day. “My lunch break is actually over, so I should go- Damn, where’s my light?“

Isaac rifles through his pockets until he pulls out an old looking neon orange lighter, and offers it to you. “Here, use mine.”

Oh, no. You stare at it like a deer in headlights. If you accept that, like you really want to right now because it’s been a month since your last smoke, then you have obligations to sit with him for another couple minutes, at least.

Aghh… You groan and whine on the inside, before making up your mind and flinging the cigarette into a puddle. “See the thing is, I don’t actually have the time-”

“Go away now, let me go.”

“Are you stupid? Or just a little slow?”

“Ughhh… “This one has been giving you looks all day, but had no courage until now to speak to you- but the thing is? He didn’t have the smarts, either, to take off his wedding ring at least before he decided to be a bastard and bother you. So you feel absolutely no regret about being exactly as dismissive or plain rude, as you feel. “Elias? Go away now.”

The nervous man, who’s been ringing his hands this whole time and stuttering through failed date requests that you pretended you didn’t understand because of his struggle, gets panicked. “Just let me ask!- Will, will you go out with me?”

“No.” You yawn, dropping a piglet toy into a basket.

“But!- “

Turning away, you start pushing your trolley along to get to the next aisle. “Let me go.”

“We can go wherever you like!”

Sighhhhhhhhh. You turn around and grant him an audience, putting your hands on your hips and raising you brows at the wedding band on his left hand.

“Are you stupid? Or just a little slow?”

“Please fuck off.”

Oh good god in heaven, they’re going bigger with their proposals.

“Y/N! Will you go out with me?”

This man, Corey, has grabbed the announcement phone now that you’re walking away, making you freeze like the dad possum in Over The hedge and seriously consider playing dead, too, as you slowly turn around to look at him again.

Oh, if only looks could kill- he would be so dead that even Vlad the Impaler’s victims would laugh.

This is your first day, and the fact that you’re being harassed by multiple stupid men is bad enough but now he’s calling attention to you like this? Glenn’s going to think you’re a troublemaker!! Jesus fucking Christ- you need this job! Corey continues to talk into the speaker phone, even as he looks into your eyes and sees his death. “And… now… you’re looking at me like that, so uh… I’m just gonna… say please?”

… “’Please’ fuck off.”

“Yes ma’am-“

“Go away now, I’ve made myself clear.

I don’t think so.

Nah its not gonna happen.

Not in a million years.”

Since the run-in with Corey and the following spike in your blood pressure, you’ve calmed down again. But now you’re looking into the two faces of a ‘Mateo’, who you apparently work with, and a ‘Castor’ who does not work here and is not shopping but is still in your face and is t h i s close to feeding that ugly tie to his cousin.

But, still, you’re going to stay graceful, because Castor constantly looks like he’s 3 seconds from pooing himself. “Now please go away, now… I think I’ve made myself clear.” By explaining, politely, that you aren’t looking for a man but thank you for the offer, Castor.

“Oh, but you haven’t heard what Castor does for a living! He’s in insurance,” Mateo explains to you, like this is some huge game changer. When you don’t react, he adds that there’s good money, insurance.

You almost laugh. Does this boy really think you’re such a gold digger? Boy- if I wanted riches then I could’ve easily become a C-Class actor who has no skills in the area, but is pretty so gets praised like she does- like a lotta my model friends.

Instead I’m here, at Cloud 9.

Come to your own conclusions.

But instead of saying that, though, you just shake your head nervously. “I don’t think so… “

“But!- “

“Nah… sorry, its… not gonna happen… “

“But Castor is- “

“Not in a million years… “

“Aw, no. I gotta go. My house is on fire.”

Now, at least this one is respectful, you think, listening to him talk about the products you’re shelving together. He had come over and offered to give you a hand when you looked confused, as a ‘Cheyanne’ had handed you a scanner earlier and then promptly ran off, despite your utter incompetence. You were so relieved that this guy turned up!!

“… so, you just punch in reduce .50, and scan! Its pretty easy, if you have it properly explained to you. I- I was actually in the same situation, as you! When I first started here, except I ended up, uh, reducing all the items in electronics to 15 cense rather than discounting it all 15 percent.” A grin spreads across your lips at the story, and thank god that Jonah had turned up before that happened to you and, with your luck, you got fired for it.

“Oh no!”

“Yeah- Amy, our uh, floor supervisor, was pretty cranky with me about that… “He laughs himself, resting his hands on his hips; Still looking nervous at the memory.

You look back down at the scanner you’re holding and shake your head. “Well at least you know, now! And thank you so much for coming to my aid, haha. I was so lost- you’ve been a huge help! A life saver, truly.”

“Yeah… “ He gives a cute little, reserved smile. “So, uh, its basically the end of the day! Hope you’re first day hasn’t been too strenuous. At the end of my first day, I know I was tired. But I got to go out with a couple of the other employees and have a drink, to destress. If-If you were free, we could… do something. Together.” Your eyebrows slowly raise up your forehead at that, and you turn to look up Jonah, sceptical. What was that? You sure have had a long day, and its about to get a lot longer if this boy is asking what you think he is. “Sorry! Sorry, that sounded weird. Um, I guess what I’m really asking, is… would you like to, I dunno, go out with me sometime? I know some great places.”

Oh, noooooo! You cry, on the inside. You thought you found a normal one!

Still, he is being so nice… The least you could do is let him down easily.

“Oh, Jonah, I actually… oh- sorry.” Your phone beeps in your pocket and you take it out quickly to have a glance - its just your mother… again, - … and suddenly get an idea. Feigning shock, you quickly put the phone away and put down the scanner. It’s time to clock out and go home, anyway, thank god. “I have to go! That was my mum, uh- I really have to go!”

“Wow, wow, wow, what’s wrong?? Can I help with anything?”

Oh… he looks so concerned. He’s sweet.

But before you can rethink your words, this living horror slips out. “My-my house is on fire.”

Oh god, you’re a horrible person.

“I’ve, I’ve got herpes. No- Syphilis!”

Oh thank god the day is over. Rolling your shoulders back, you kneel down at your bottom locker, open it up and take out your bag. Now you can go home and put on Gotham on Netflix, wear no pants and eat thin mints until you fall asleep.

When you get up, you aren’t watching out for a man to be standing barely half a foot away from you - Your mistake, obviously, - so you jolt right out of your skin when you see him and curse. What is wrong with these men? Does Cloud 9 offer complimentary staff ninja classes along with their lack of health insurance? Man, classy company. “Sorry!” You look up past the coveralls after stepping a safe distance back from him, and immediately feel dread deep in your chest. “Oh, hi. Marcus, was it?”

“That’s me! How was your first day?” He asks, seeming polite enough despite the fact that you’re cornered between tall boy and the lockers. And you’re too tired to try and slip away- this boy will get out of your way.

“It was good! Thanks for asking. I’m ready to go home and collapse, though.” You admit, shoulders dropping and a tired smile on your lips. Mmm… thin mints… bed… blankets… Cory Michael Smith… I can taste it… Marcus just needs to get out of my way.

“I hear that.” Evidently not quite as deeply, though, as he moves on pretty fast. “Listen- I was thinking if you’re into it we could… go out, some time.” He tilts his head forward to clarify, “On a date,”, in case that part hadn’t translated, and chuckles. “We could see a movie or get drinks, or something, I don’t know. How about tonight?”

T-tonight? The word nearly slips from your lips; All disbelief and tears and exhaustion, included. You’re so tired. “Um… you know, tempting offer, but um… “He looks so hopeful. It nearly changes your mind. “Not tonight.”

“OH! So like, tomorrow?” Oh christ- “Cuz I’m supposed to watch Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here with my mum, but… no, I can blow that off! So, tomorrow?”

You take a deep breath, not really knowing what you can say. “Marcus… “He raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. “… I have herpes.”

“Wait, what??” He steps back, nearly tripping over a table in his fear that just being near you will cause him to contract the disease, and you let your guard down in relief. Yep, for sure, definitely. If it makes him back off, then yes- you have herpes. You have a raging, festering case of herpes.

“Yeah! Or-“ Squinting, you pretend to sift through your brain. “Was it Syphilis?” This boys eyes basically bulge out of his head and you’re totally going to laugh about it later, but right now you have to get out of there. You waive your hand dismissively and walk on by him towards the door like you don’t have a care in the world. Before you leave though, you turn around a flash Marcus a big smile. “Either way, ew, right? Well, see you tomorrow buddy! Gotta go! Enjoy I’m A Celebrity with your mum.” Then you’re gone.

Tomorrow is going to be a much better day, once that rumour is properly spread.

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herstarburststories · 4 years

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P and C

A/N: My piece for @jensengirl83‘s 200 Followers Challenge. Congrats again, hon!

Prompt: Oops, how did that get in there?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean feels betrayed-- how could you bring the enemy home?

Warnings: implied smut, Dean being that dramatic dumbass we love

‘’I’m here with a bunch of food that will end up killing you…’’ You wore a large, worriless grin as you walked up the bunker's stairs, gesturing to Sam while you spoke, ‘’And some healthy stuff for you. Please, share with the rabbits.’’

Sam scoffed humorously, discrete mirth on his lips. Dean made his way to the kitchen, abandoning the reading work for the newest case to regain some stamina through food. You started to put the groceries away, humming one of your favorite Eric Clapton melodies. Traditional, domestic duties were properly wasted whenever you had the free time — a luxury to you when boredom was especially rare for a hunter.

‘’You are a lifesaver,” Dean stated, gaining a giggle in response. He rubbed his hands together, multiple bags opened in search of the pie which you promised to buy only to stop two seconds after. ‘’Cocaine.’’

You nodded, not bothering to look up after his right guess. Whatever song you sang, Dean always knew. A nerd for classic rock. ‘’Good shot, cowboy.’’

“Just don't shoot the deputy.”

“Please, I shot the sheriff!”

The eldest Winchester chuckled, continuing his mission to find his favorite meal before burgers. Dean already had the ideal scenario in mind; a whole pie for himself — an apple one if he was lucky —, beer, and a Doctor Sexy marathon.

The Winchester's perfect illusion was cracked by the sight of a certain dessert. He was beyond choked by what could be found in his hands. Horrified, even. You, his own girlfriend, brought a cake into his home.

‘’Y/N, what is this?’’ Dean furrowed his eyebrows, opening the plastic seal of the dessert.

You weren’t sure why he was asking. Last time you checked, his secret sweet tooth liked chocolate. Besides, he didn't appear to be drunk. Your reply came out more like a question than anything else: ‘’A cake?’’

His eyes went wide. ‘’The one who shouldn’t be named!’’

‘’Harry Potter? And you said it was a nerd movie.’’ Sam raised his gaze from the book, watching the scene unfold from the security of the research table. His brother just rolled his eyes at him, too appalled by your crime to give Sammy a witty comeback.

You sighed. ‘’Dean, don’t be dramatic. I’ve seen you eating cake before. We even shared a sli — “

‘’It was a cheesecake, Y/N,’’ Dean interrupted before Sam could catch up on what you said, a flash of pink on his cheeks. You betrayed him enough with the cake instead. The hunter didn't need his little brother making fun of him because you both shared a slice of cheesecake once. Nonetheless, he continued, ‘’There is a huge difference.’’

Dear Chuck, you were about to punch him.

‘’You are right. Cake is better than cheesecake and pie.’’ In the moment the words leave your mouth, you know that Dean will make a big deal out of it. His list of priorities included Sam, you, Cass, the Impala and pie. It was very often in that order, except your position and Sam’s shifted depending on the day.

But the look on his face was priceless. With his mouth dropped into a silent 'o' and stout shoulders raised, his green eyes clamped onto yours as if he was accusing you of murder.

Thing is, you had killed before. Everyone in that room had their share of deaths, usually in front of and for each other, and never glared at each other like Dean was. The Winchester felt betrayed by the love of his life.

He was in love with someone who liked cake better than pie.

‘’You gotta be kidding me.’’ Dean huffed, shaking his head in disbelief. How could the love of his life say things like that? An accidental gunshot of yours would hurt less; he should know that.

You shrugged. ‘’Cake is fluffier. And softer.’’

‘’Since when is this a good thing? We are talking about food, not a bed." He gesticulated his point with shaking fists, obviously exasperated. You had to bite your cheek inside to contain your laughter. "Pie is more consistent!’’

‘’It's a classy taste, Dean. Besides, cake has frosting!’’

‘’Pie doesn’t need frosting!’’

‘’Guys...’’ Sam tried to interject, but neither of you turned away.

“Cake is so good that there are a lot of kinds: cheesecake, cupcake. What other type of pie is popular other than the usual one?”

“A classic is a classic. It is still consumed all over the world without the fancy stuff. Like a real meal.”

‘’All I hear is old.” Dean gave you an indignant glare, but you keep going anyway, “Cake always has better chocolate than pie.’’

‘’Because pie goes good with fruits and any other flavor, and cake is only good with chocolate.’’

You crossed your arms, a cocky smile filling out your features. ‘’So, you admit that cake is good?’’

‘’You know what? We don’t we find out which one is better now?’’ Dean's suggestion was wrapped up in a daring veil, his true intention proven once he opened the plastic container only to grab a piece of cake and carefully smash it against your cheek. ‘’How does it taste, sweetheart?’’

You had two options: be mad at him or play his game and win.

As Dean wore that lopsided, signature grin while slowly rubbing the cake against your face, the decision was made for you.

‘’What is a good cake without some whipped cream, huh?’’ You smirked, grabbing the whipped cream bottle and spraying on him. With a mask of faux innocence, you asked, “Oops, how did that get in there?’’

Sam finally got up from the chair, slamming a book of Brazilian spells closed as he stalked towards the both of you. ‘’You two, enough! You are acting like children, not two adults in a serious, mature relationship. You’ll end up enacting your weird kinks and leaving the mess for me to clean up, so cut it!’’

Everything is immediately engulfed by silence as Sam's steps making their way to his room along with his huffs. You and Dean looked at each other, shame and guilt spread across on your faces as if your dad had caught you stealing cookies before dinner.

But it was Y/N /Y/L/N and Dean Winchester. Of course they burst into peals of laughter not even ten seconds after Sammy was gone. The younger Winchester could still hear the noise from the kitchen. He shook his head; you and Dean really were made for each other.

“I feel like I just got grounded by my mom.”

“Yeah, Sammy and his hair. Definitely maternal figure material right there.” Dean rolled his eyes and you chuckled. “You know, he isn't wrong about something.”

Arching your brows, your curiosity followed the green eyed hunter’s mischievous smirk. “What is it?”

He got a bit of whipped cream on his finger, wiping it on your cheek. God, you already knew where your 24/7 let's get to it boyfriend was going.

“We do have a few little kinks here and there.” Dean leaned in and licked the cream from your cheek.

“Ew, you weirdo!” You chuckled, slapping his chest playfully. “But this whipped cream could be useful...” You held the cake container, gaze drifting from it to Dean before gesturing to your pussy with the bottle. “Have your cake and eat it too, yeah?”

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, tongue pushing against his teeth as he grabbed your waist to pull you closer. “Pie and Cake. P and C. I like where this is going.”

“But first! Let's clean it up, okay?” With a quick peck on the tip of his nose, you pulled away. Dean groaned, but impatience was replaced by a silent contentment that spread through him. After all, the award would be totally worth it.

Precisely one minute passed peacefully: Dean cleaning up the floor and you keeping the groceries until you felt the little devil on your shoulder tickled you teasingly. You decided to play with fire a little more. What could happen?

‘’Hey, Dean.” You got a hmm mumble as response — a surefire signal for you to continue. “A birthday, we celebrate that with pie or cake?’’

Round two, here they go.

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parkersbliss · 4 years

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Behind That Mask | P. Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker X Female Reader

Word Count: 2.7K oops?

Warnings: one or two no no word

Summary: Peter can’t seem to talk to you, at all, but maybe Spiderman can change that

Request: I saw your post to request so can you do a Peter x reader who is really badass and like intimidating and Peter is infact intimidated and the reader is like flirting with him and he’s like extremely flustered. Like I want Peter to be like ‘i want them to ruin my life’s y'know?

A/N: repost bc there were issues with the first one, sorry in advance!

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It was no secret that Peter Parker was scared of you. Well, he wasn't scared of you, Spiderman isn't scared of anything. He just found you intimidating. Like, really intimidating, but he really liked you so he'd accept it. Not that he wouldn't accept, Peter wasn't a judgy person. Just watching you punch Flash in the face during the Europe trip, he was amazed, to say the least. You didn't even hesitate just sucker-punched him and walked away. Peter really liked you, but like MJ you were... hard to connect with. At least for Peter, you were.

"What's good, (Y/N)?" Flash said, winking.

"Not your nose if you keep that up," You said, not even looking at him.

He rolls his eyes thinking back to the Europe trip and how you practically broke his nose for teasing Peter.

"Whatever," He grumbles, walking away.

"God, Ned, she’s so badass," Peter admires, watching Flash walk away form you. He noticed how you didn't even put your book down to talk to him, just gave a sly comment and he was on his way.

"Just go talk to her, man!" Ned encourages, pushing him toward you.

"Wait, Ned, I don't really think that's a good-"

Ned doesn't give him time to finish and shoves Peter directly in front of you.

"Hey (Y/N)!" Peter chirped happily.

You look up from the book you're reading, blank expression plastered on your face, "Hi Parker."

Peter scratches the back of his neck, his heart pounding in his chest, "What are you reading?"

You lift the book up from your lap and show him the title. His face goes slightly pale at the title.

"Oh, wow. A good girls guide to murder, that sounds lovely."

You let out a little laugh at his face, letting your tough exterior down. "it's a murder mystery, not a how too."

"Oh."

"Did you want something?"

C'mon Peter, you can do this. He repeated in his head. Peter is visibly sweating now, his hands tucked into his pockets. His chocolate eyes avoiding your gaze. "Earth to Parker!"

"Right, uh... um, what's your opinion on Spiderman?"

You cock an eyebrow at him, it was certainly a weird question to ask. You didn't quite understand why he needed to interrupt your time to ask such a silly question, but you shrug it off. Peter was an awkward guy, cute nonetheless.

"He's cool, I guess."

Peter nods, mumbling something to himself before walking back over to Ned. You felt a bit disappointed, some part of you wishing he asked a different question, but you let the feeling wash away and go back to your book.

"What was that 'what's your opinion on spiderman?'" Ned questions as Peter mentally slaps himself.

"Look, man, I just couldn't do it."

"Do what?" MJ asks, butting into the conversation.

Peter's cheeks turn pink and MJ catches on quick, "Ah, my best friend."

"Is it that obvious?" Ned said, staring at poor Peter who was pouting.

"Not to (Y/N) apparently."

Peter sighs, "I don't know, she's just hard to talk too. I feel like she doesn't even want to talk to me!"

Ned pats his shoulder in an effort to reassure him, Peter shrugs him off.

"Peter was trying to ask her out, but he chickened out."

"(Y/N) probably doesn't even want to go!"

...

Peter was out patrolling, granted it was a little late, but he needed to clear his thoughts. Not that patrolling did that because if anything it just temporarily pushed them away until he was home in the comfort of his bed. Peter was mindlessly swinging, not even thinking just swinging when he saw you.

You sat on your rooftop, gazing at the infamous New York skyline. It was late, stars illuminated the dark sky. Your feet dangled over the edge of the building and you let a million thoughts run through your head. It was calming up there, just you and your thoughts. For a city that never sleeps, it sure was quiet today. You fiddled with the drawstrings of your hoodie, your fingers constantly tugging and knotting them. You didn't even notice the superhero that was swinging by until he smacked into the building across from you.

Peter yelped as he tried to regain his thoughts. He needed to work on not getting so easily distracted.

"Hey! Are you okay?" You called out, standing up. Peter's heart leaped in his chest. And then, he had an idea. It was crazy, but it might work. However, considering the fact that it only took him a few seconds to come up with this plan, it probably wasn't. He had to remind himself that you didn't know who he was. To you, he was just a superhero.

"Yeah! I'm fine!" Peter made a split decision, he decided to talk to you. Just not as himself, he always found himself a little more confident as spiderman. And maybe that's what he needed to talk to you. Without a second thought, Peter- er, spiderman- fired a web and swung his way toward you.

"Hi," You said stupidly, what else do you say to a superhero? He waves at you, a little stiff in his arm.

"What are you doing up here this late?"

You debate telling him, after all, he was a stranger, but he was also a superhero and It's not like he was going to tell anyone.

"I like coming up here to think, it's calming."

The hero nods his head and something tells you that you should open up to him. You sit back down and Spiderman does as well, at least a foot between you two.

He turns toward you taking in your side profile, the wind blowing your hair around, but you let it. He watched your steady breathing as the night turned darker until you finally said something.

"There's this guy," You shook your head, a laugh falling from your lips. "I can't believe I'm going to tell you this."

"You can trust me," Peter assures you. He wanted to know himself who this guy was.

"I really like him, he's sweet, funny, awkward and smart. I just don't feel like he likes me back. And maybe it's because I can never hold a conversation more than two minutes with him, but," You sigh, "I just feel like I'm trying a bit too hard for someone who doesn't care. And it's not his fault."

Peter felt his heart crack a little, you liked someone else. Unless you were talking about him, which was unlikely. MJ said it was obvious that he was interested in you, but maybe you were clueless. Peter immediately shook away that thought, you weren't clueless. You were brilliant and he wanted to tell you that. In fact, he wanted to tell you everything he liked about you, but he settled for something a little less subtle, "I think any guy would be lucky to have you, but maybe this one, like you said, if he's awkward he might just not know what to say. You could drop a more obvious hint see if he picks up on it, but there's no guarantee if he's shy."

You smile, Spiderman gave pretty good advice. "You seem to know a bit about this stuff."

Peter laughed, he didn't know one thing about getting girls, but he knew a lot about himself. "Well, when you're a lady killer like me, you get used to it." He flexes his arm, making you laugh.

"Ok there, Mr. Full of himself."

Peter laughs too, "sorry."

"It's fine. Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah."

"Is it hard? Doing this... I mean, assuming your an adult or normal human being. Don't you ever get scared you can't go back to your lover- if you have one- or just... yeah."

Peter's taken aback, he never really thought about it too much. He didn't have someone to go back to, but when he did... what if that someone were you?

"I don't have someone to go back to," He said quietly, you turn to face him.

"oh, I'm sorry-"

"No, it's fine, but yeah it's hard. Although, sometimes I go out because it helps me think, it gives me something else to focus on at the moment." Like you.

You nod, feeling like maybe you invaded his personal life a bit too much.

"We can be single together," You offer, cracking a smile. You hope he's smiling too behind that mask. He was, a smile bigger than you could imagine.

"I'd like that."

"Then I guess we're in a single relationship." You both look at each other and laugh, "I guess we are."

It was then you check the time on your phone, realizing how late it was. Peter notices it too and thinks about how he should be heading home.

"I should go," You both said.

You break into another grin, kissing his cheek as a sign of thanks.

"See ya around, single buddy."

You disappeared inside, leaving Peter cupping his masked cheek, and if he wasn't wearing that mask, he felt sure that you would laugh at the stupid grin on his face and the blush that covered his cheeks.

...

"Hey, Parker!" You said a bright smile on your face. For some reason, Peter turned around and checked behind him, making sure that someone else named Parker or with the last name Parker wasn't there.

"oh, uh hi (Y/N)."

"You look cute today," You comment. Peter looked down at his outfit suddenly hyper-aware of his fashion choice. Which wasn't a bold one, it was, in fact, a classic science pun t-shirt and joggers. He wasn't trying to be rude, but there was no way you thought he looked cute. He wasn't going to diss your compliment though.

"Thanks?" He said, trying to hide the very obvious voice crack the came at the end. You bumped shoulders with him and he stumbled a bit, letting out a laugh. A very familiar laugh, one that sounded a lot like the person you were with last night, but you decide to brush it off. You'd rather not have that thought lurking in your head, another reason to like him was not going to help you.

"What? Can't I compliment you?"

Peter tugs at the material of his T-shirt. He was sweating now. "I- uh, yeah, of course, you can. It's a free country, you can say whatever you want to me," He squeaked out.

"Hey, Parker! Take a hint, will you?" Flash laughed from the opposite side of the hallway.

You stuck up your middle finger at him, "Mind your damn business, Thompson." He immediately shuts up, not interested in getting another punch to the face.

"Sorry about him," you smiled apologetically to Peter, ruffling his hair a bit.

"Uh, no It's fine you really didn't have to do that. Flash is just Flash, ya know? He just doesn't like me, not that I care. Who cares? Not me!" Peter blabbers, wishing he could just shut his mouth up already.

"Ok weirdo, catch you later," You toss him another smile over your shoulder and disappear down the hallway, leaving Peter very confused as to what just happened.

"Dude!" Ned said, "(Y/N) just flirted with you!"

"W- what?"

"(Y/N) flirted with you," He repeated, a little slower this time. Peter laughed, that wasn't possible. It seemed coincidental to last night when he (as Spiderman) had told you to make a more obvious move on this "guy," but now Peter wasn't so sure this guy wasn't him. Which made him hopeful, but he learned a while back hope dies quickly.

...

Another night spent on your rooftop, you were hoping a certain hero might swing by. There was a small thwip behind you and you turned to see Spiderman.

"Hey!" You said brightly.

"Hi, single buddy, still single?" He jokes, sitting down next to you. A little bit closer than last time.

"Unfortunately," You reply. "Are you?"

"Not for long, at least I think."

You furrow your eyebrows, "Oh?"

He laughs and you swear that laugh sounds just like Peter's... there wasn't any denying it. Or maybe they just laughed alike.

"There's this girl, and I think she made a move on me, but I just don't know. I like her, a lot, but if she didn't I don't want to scare her off. And she's kind of intimidating, she's so badass. And, I guess behind this mask, I'm just me."

Without thinking, you grab his masked hand, "I think whoever is behind that mask has a heart of gold. You put yourself at risk every night doing this, for what? I don't know. Any girl would be lucky to have you. So I think you should shoot your shoot with this girl, you only live once. She sounds incredible."

Peter smiles behind his mask, both at your words and the fact that you're holding hands.

"She really is," He whispered, looking at you. There's some part of you that feels like the person behind the mask, is someone you know. Some part of you just screams it's Peter and if it was, you needed to know. There were two ways you could find out, cause him to slip up and say your name or mention your crush on Peter and see if he reacts. And maybe if he was Peter, then this could work out.

"You know, the guy I like, his name is Peter, by the way."

Peter's hand goes limp in your grasp, you turn to look at the masked hero waiting for him to say something.

"P-peter, huh? Tell me more about him."

You can tell he's trying to keep his voice table, but you catch the crack at the end. The stutter at the beginning and the way his body is leaning into yours a bit more.

"I think you know enough. Don't want to cut our single date short, but I should finish my homework."

Peter nods, standing up and letting go of your hand, if only he knew of the plan hatching inside of your head.

"See ya around." You wave him goodbye and he swings off the building back to his own home, leaving him to wonder if you knew.

...

You spilled all your guts to MJ the following morning, your whole theory on how Peter was Spiderman.

"I mean, I'm not crazy, right?"

MJ shook her head, deciding that if you figured it out she might as well confirm it. "Don't tell Peter I told you, but he is. I figured it out over the Europe trip."

You gasp, "That means.. he does like me!"

MJ pats you on the back, "Might've kept that a secret from you too."

"MJ!"

"Look, in my defense, he asked me too!"

"whatever, there he is!" You felt giddy inside, watching him place his books in his locker.

MJ shoves you gently, "go!"

You nod your head, feeling confident and gently tap Peter on the shoulder.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)!"

You notice how he's fidgeting with his hands and without thinking, you grab them and interlock your fingers. Peter's sweating now, "W- what are you doing?"

"This," You smirk as you gently press your lips to his. It's quick, but you can feel his whole body go rigid as his mind tries to grasp what just happened. You pull away and Peter yanks his fingers from your grasp, making you feel like you did something wrong until he uses them to cup your face instead and press a much more passionate kiss to your lips. You smile as your hands run down his biceps, feeling the muscle there. Confirming what you already knew.

"So, when were you going to tell me it was you behind that mask?" You ask when he pulls away.

Peter blushes, "You knew?"

"You guys have the same adorable laugh and not many people laugh like you do."

Peter grins, "Aw, you know me so well."

"And because MJ told me. She also told me you liked me."

"I don't know if I should thank her or punch her."

You laugh, kissing him again because you could not get enough of this boy.

"Get a room!!" Flash shouts.

"Flash, you have about five seconds before I really break your nose this time."

"Oh shit."

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ohallthecrushes · 4 years

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Arthur/Joker catching you watching porn // Headcanons

A/N: It’s funny how a small idea can spark my productivity. ^^ Sorry for any mistakes, I was in a hurry. ;)

Contains: porn, and more porn

Word counts: 1664

You were one of those people who liked watching porn and reading sex stories. You’d never really hidden with this, if someone of your close friends asked you about it you would admit. You thought it was a normal thing to be curious and watch porn for pleasure or for more educational purpose.

Even though you weren’t secretive about it with your previous lovers and with Arthur you were very open about your needs and body and sex in general, you hadn’t tell him about it yet. He didn’t ask and you didn’t know how to start the topic the way that he wouldn’t feel too intimidated or abashed.

Blushing Arthur was priceless and you secretly liked making a blushy mess of him, making his cheeks turned pink as he started acting so innocently while tripping over his words, but the line between him being adorably shy and feeling so intimidated that he would withdraw from a subject was kinda thin.

You wanted to tell him about watching porn and maybe even invite him to watch it with you, but you couldn’t find a courage to do so and you weren’t sure how he’d react, so the words left unspoken between you two.

You planned to tell him, but he found out on his own.

It was one of this days when you didn’t expect him to come sooner from work.

You didn’t respond when he called you and he thought that maybe you were sleeping, so he tried to stay quiet while going to look for you in the bedroom. He wanted nothing more than to crawl under a blanket and cling to your resting body.

Television was on, lighting up the bedroom with a blueish glow. A porn movie that you’d found accidentally was muted, the couple on the screen pleasured each other in front of the camera.

You were sitting on a bed, legs crossed to suppress the throbbing, and your face was decorated with a smile. You imagined yourself with Arthur in the same position that was in the movie. You were too caught up with what you were watching to hear your boyfriend entering the room.

The moment his eyes went from your lovely figure to the tv screen, his face changed from being happy to see you to curiosity and finally astonishment by what he discovered.

And the moment you noticed him was too late for you to react and switch the channels.

You jumped up and crawled off the bed, you tried to cover the intimate scenes on the tv with your own body, but it was pointless, it was clear to Arthur that he had caught you watching porn.

His mouth moved slightly, but he couldn’t form a single question, even though he had so many to ask.

- I’m sorry, I... I didn’t... - you said as you came over to him

You were too caught off guard to figure out what else to say.

- Y/N, you... were w-watching p-porn? - he asked confused as he was sure that women didn’t watch porn. He often heard his coworkers talking about their girlfriends being disgusted by porn and against watching them. He’d even stopped watching and drawing explicit things in his journal, because he’d thought you might not liked it, but it was alright, because he hadn’t even wanted to watch or draw other girls anymore. Since he’d had you as his girlfriend, he only had you in his mind.

He wondered now if it was the same with you. Did you need something more than he could provide to you?

He was so confused. You’d looked very pleased and entertained as he’d seen you.

- You were enjoying yourself? - he mumbled more to himself than to you, baffled. His eyes were still flicking from you to the tv behind you.

- Ummm... it was... - you bit your lip - yeah, I was...

He blinked and you could sense his low self-esteem and anxiety knocking at the door at the back of his head. You had to stop him from opening the door before he started questioning his ability to satisfy you and his skills in bed and his whole being in general.

- I enjoyed imagining doing those things with you.

- You did? - his eyebrows went up in disbelief - Y-you want to... I mean, you w-want to try it?

You nodded as you smiled and pressed your lips to his, partly relieved that this topic was finally open to discuss, even though you felt a little embarrassed by being caught in the act.

After that Arthur and you spent hours talking about porn, how (un)realistic those movies could be, and your own preferences.

He had so many questions for you, like: "What kind of porn do you watch? What do you like in it? How do you feel about it? Why do you like it? How often you watch porn? Would you like to try something from porn with him? etc. etc. etc."

It was more educational than a form of a foreplay, but you knew that one day you both would have some fun watching it together without Arthur feeling awkward about it.

Arthur loved learning new things about you as much as he loved learning new things about sex.

His journal soon was filled with new information he’d gathered from you with his reflection about it, page after page until his wrist started to hurt.

One of the best thing that had come out of this was that he became more open about his own fantasies. He even showed you some of his drawings that included naked woman and that was the moment he admitted that he’d love to see you in a sexy cat costume.

Joker caught you one day as he entered the bedroom without being bothered to knock first.

He glanced at the screen with his eyebrows drew together in consternation.

The expression on his face quickly changed as he looked at you and smirked, his tongue pushed the inside of his right cheek as he reconsidered something.

He wasn’t against porn and you watching it. There were times when you watched those movies together. You both were open about your needs and have no secrets before one another, trusting each other, since you knew each other for so long.

You both were free to do whatever you wanted as long as it didn’t hurt your partner.

Other times he would just shrug and maybe apologize to you for interrupting if he saw you wanted to be alone, but something in your reaction seeded an idea in his mind.

Your cheeks turned pink and you were unsure of what to do with your body, except from taking your hand out of your pants.

- Enjoying yourself, hmmm? - he asked still smirking.

- I’m... I just... You were busy and I... accidentally switched channel to porn and... - you stood up from the bed and moved to turn off the tv, but he quickly took the remote away from you and placed it somewhere else.

- And decided to watch it? - he finished your sentence glancing at the screen. He was curious of what had gotten your attention that much that you had felt the need to touch yourself. Was it a certain position? Some kinky things those people were doing? One of the actors?

The last thought made him a little upset, but he managed to shake it off.

He'd rather not to think that you might find other people attractive. He made sure to satisfy all your needs, so you didn’t have to look for excitement outside your relationship.

- What was it, darling, hmm? What got you so excited?

His eyes went back on you and you blushed even more.

- Ermmm... I don’t know. Porn?

He chuckled as he thought of how adorable you looked right now with your cheeks blushed and your body movements so uncertain.

It would be so pleasant and fun to punish you and reclaim you as his.

- Well, if you don’t know, than let’s figure it out together.

He smirked as he placed himself on the edge of the bed and gently pulled you to him, so you landed on his lap. His one hand was placed on your thigh as the other was wrapped around your waist.

You both looked at the tv now, watching the actors as they were fucking in different positions.

Joker asked you to tell him what exactly you found interesting about it, his tone was more demanding than asking with a hint of curiosity in it.

As you were telling him with a shy and soft voice, his hand that was on your thigh was moving slowly up to your tingly pussy.

- You really like those people, don’t you?

- What? No. I just... I like what they are doing.

- Mhm, don’t you like what I am doing, Kitten?

- I do! I like it very much, my Joker.

- Then why are you still watching those people instead of me?

Oops.

His fingers touched your clit and rubbed it with a light pressure. Too light to your liking.

But you were sure he knew about it.

You looked down before you looked up at his upset face.

Not really upset though, he was acting, just like the actors in the movie.

He pulled you closer to him, you could feel the bulge in his pants growing harder.

- I think I have to show my Kitten what she is missing while wasting her time on porn movies.

His lips caught yours with a hungry, demanding kiss as he switched you both and placed you on the bed, pressing his body down to yours. He bit your lower lip before he attacked your neck with his mouth, leaving big hickeys all over it.

He wasn’t upset, just feeling slightly dominating.

#arthur fleck #arthur fleck x reader #joker x reader #joker arthur fleck #joker #joker imagine #joker imagines #arthur fleck imagines #arthur fleck headcanon #joker headcanons

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department-shoe-stud · 4 years

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Mitch and Erik’s First Tutor Session

Well, unofficially.

As the class filed out, the Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher's Assistant raised his voice to call over the din. "Mr. Hodge -- would you stay after for just a moment. I'd like a word." His voice wasn't stern exactly, but it was predictably blunt.

Mitch paused in his steps, tension in every muscle as he turned to face Mr. Apollo, eyes going wide behind his glasses as he nodded. Watching his classmates leave, Mitch’s thoughts spiraled, thinking back on any possible missteps he could have made.

Erik settled himself on top of the desk at the head of the classroom and patiently waited for the rest of the class to file out and for the door to close behind the last student. Once everyone else was fully gone, he lightly crossed his arms over his chest and addressed Mitch. "Mr. Hodge," he said levelly, "I would like to see you attempt the Disarming Charm on that dummy, please." He nodded to the black training dummy he'd placed in the center of the room.

Mitch’s eyes darted to the dummy, and back at his teacher. His hands gripped the sleeves of his school robe nervously, the sleeves spooling past them. He blinked in confusion. “P-Pardon, Mr. Apollo?”

Erik inclined his head slightly. "I would like to see your wandwork up close, one-on-one," he explained, his voice remaining very level. He again nodded to the dummy. "When you're ready."

Ready. As easy as that. Mitch looked at the dummy again, and shuffled forward. He grabbed the wand from his pocket — It still felt too big, too long, too clunky — and looked between the wand and the dummy. He could feel Erik’s eyes on him as he stood there. Just stood there, staring and not saying a single word. Oh God. “Um, I think... I think I forgot the spell, s-sir.”

Erik could see Mitch's nerves. As he suspected -- there were insecurities there, getting in the way. His eyes softening ever-so-slightly, just enough that his face became much more casual, he sidled up onto his feet and over to Mitch. "Put the spell out of your mind, for the moment." He took out his own wand, holding it out in front of him just as Mitch was holding his. "Focus on your wand and your grip. I know it seems too big for your hand, too temperamental and wild -- like some crazy wild horse you're afraid to let go of, for fear it'll trample you. But your wand isn't where the magic comes from -- it's merely a conduit for it. The power comes from inside of you, not the wand. Think of it like a lightning rod, helping you focus your power and control it. You don't need to hold it in a vice grip -- you don't need to control it -- instead, see it merely as a tool. Picture the way you hold your pencil in your mind. Your wand is like a pencil. It's a tool -- the only difference is that it helps you express yourself through magic, rather than through the written word." As he speaks, Erik's focus is largely on the dummy in front of him and Mitch: he could sense that Mitch was growing uncomfortable, with how much he was looking at him and thought it might work better to merely show the proper posture by example, holding his own wand out the proper way, rather than staring at Mitch or physically adjusting the Hufflepuff's grip himself.

Mitch took in his instructor’s words carefully, feeing embarrassment come through him. He wanted to do better, he really did, and it was... nice, that Erik seemed to understand, but it didn’t stop him from feeling foolish. He shook his head and looked at Erik’s posture, slowly moving to match. When they did, he took a deep breath and looked back at Erik, nodding to show he was ready to continue.

Erik gave Mitch a curt nod of approval in return, his edges of his mouth touched by the faintest hint of a smirk. “Now then,” he said, keeping his focus on the dummy, “we’ll practice the wand movement next. To cast the Disarming Charm, you’ll move your wrist to the right and then down — kind of like an upside down backwards ‘L,’ see?” He demonstrated the wand movement slowly several times as he spoke. “Get the movement in your wrist, nice and easy.”

Mitch gave a nod back, setting his jaw, tamping down his nerves. He trusted that his teacher knew what he was doing, with the spell and with his help. Mitch watched the movement and repeated, slowly flicking his wrist a few times before taking the wand in it. “Mr. Apollo? Just out of curiosity... How badly can this spell go wrong?”

The question made Erik laugh. His laugh was a low cackle in the back of his throat — one that could’ve sounded evil, were it not for how sincerely amused and honest it was. He looked down at the Hufflepuff with a rather mischievous gleam in his eye. “Worst case scenario for you? You lose your balance and fall over. Best case scenario? You both disarm your opponent and knock them clean off their feet, making them look like an idiot for underestimating you.” The teacher’s assistant looked quite a bit younger, with that look in his eye. His lips spread into a brighter smirk. “Are you up to try the spell with the incantation? I’ll make sure you don’t fall over.”

Mitch let out a small, nervous laugh, little more than a huff of breath. He looked at the dummy and nodded. “If I do fall over, sir,” He said, gripping his wand the smallest bit tighter, “Promise you won’t laugh?” Feeling more confident in his posture and hand movement, he looked up at his teacher once more for support. “Please?”

Erik’s smirk loosened slightly and his ice blue eyes became a little smaller. “I give you my word,” he said, before adding with a broader smirk, “And whether I’m swearing an oath or swearing like a sailor, I mean what I say. Now then...the incantation is ‘Expelliarmus.’ Take your time and remember to enunciate the consonants. Ex. Pell. Lee. Air. Moose.”

Mitch nodded once more, repeating the syllables under his breath a few times before taking one last deep breath. He inhaled, stood at posture and stared the dummy down. “Expelliarmus!” While not the most powerful of spells, the dummy wobbled back a few inches, enough to show the spell had succeeded. “FUCK YEAH!” Mitch shouted in triumph, only realizing after the fact that he had shouted right in his teacher’s ear. “Oops. Sorry.”

The volume had startled Erik, but not long after Mitch had apologized, the TA burst out laughing. His loud, low cackle filled the room as he flicked his own wrist, silently moving the dummy back into its starting position with his wand, and then turned back to Mitch with a more devilish smirk. "So you DO have some fire in there," he said. "Thank God -- it's a pain in the ass, trying to drag students by their ears to their fullest potential."

Mitch quickly recovered from his apologies and headed straight into pouting. “I want to be good at magic, I do! I’m just not used to it like you are! It’s all so, so... weird! I’m used to everything being one way and then suddenly, guess what! Magic is real and you have it! Here’s a stick that helps you make things float but also set things on fire but also turn cats into cauldrons and also kill people. Have fun!” He scuffed at the floor, shoving his wand back into his pocket and sighing. “I want to be good but it’s... scary. Does it... Does it ever stop being... a lot?” He twisted his hands in his robe sleeves again. “I mean, it’s got to get easier, practice and all that but... I’m just... scared that I’ll hurt somebody.” He blinked and screwed up his face. “I’m also scared of the tree that hits you in the front lawn. Seems like a safety hazard.”

Erik's smirk slid slowly off his face, making him look a bit more serious. "You're Muggle-born too, then?" he said softly. He turned, strolling over to the desk at the head of the classroom again. He sat back down on top of the desk, patting the wood next to him as if offering Mitch a seat on it too. "It is very overwhelming, you're right," he said patiently. "Having so much thrown at you, all at once -- having your whole world up-ended, and everything you thought you knew disrupted -- making you feel like you're constantly falling behind...like...it's you, against the whole world." There was something almost haunted in Erik's eyes as he looked at Mitch. The memory of him as a boy Mitch's age standing in front of Dolores Umbridge and the Muggle-Born Registration Commission, cowering under the dark, draining, despair-inducing shadow of the dementors rippled over his mind. "...It will take a while to get your bearings," said Erik, his voice a bit lower in his throat with muted sympathy, "and it will take longer to find yourself and a place that can be all yours in this new World you've been enveloped in. The good news is...along with all of the scary stuff that you don't understand yet, there is also a lot of amazing stuff. And even if everything at once can seem overwhelming...if you take it a bit at a time, patiently making notches in your belt for everything you've learned -- you can look at each thing with awe, not just fear. And if you don't lose sight of that good thought you've got -- that desire not to hurt people -- then you'll be able to work hard to understand that magic as much as you can so that you never do." His mouth then twisted into another smirk. "As for the Whomping Willow, I don't blame you for that. That plant is fucking nuts."

Mitch laughed, nodding. “It’s insane.” He looked at Erik. His advice was sound and it was... nice, knowing that he wasn’t alone in this. That it got better. But he knew a far off look when he saw it, and he hoped that whatever Erik saw, it wasn’t something he had to deal with. He really did hope to be as used to the Wizarding World as everyone else one day, but Erik was just... so much cooler than Mitch, could do SO much cooler shit than him. Whatever haunted Erik’s memories would no doubt make Mitch piss himself. Mitch nodded once more and smiled. “Thank you Mr. Apollo. Do you... um, I heard Jordi, uh, Prewett was taking tutoring with you. Is that... Do I have to sign up for that, is that a special thing for him, should I just leave now and save you the trouble, or...?”

Erik's smirk broadened, revealing white teeth. " 'Save me the trouble?' Mr. Hodge, I *love* trouble -- and I reckon a nipper like you is *exactly* my kind of trouble. I could use more students with both drive and a good sense of humor." He adjusted his crossed arms over his chest. "I 'tutor' on a person-by-person basis, based on when both of our schedules are open. Week-days only -- even assholes like me deserve a good night's sleep once in a while. You may either bring something Defense-related that you would like to practice to me, or I will pick something myself." His ice-blue eyes twinkled mischievously again. "I'll warn you -- I'll expect you to give me 120%, both in class sessions and especially when we work one on one. If you're willing to put in the work, then I will do whatever I have to to make sure you succeed. But you'll need to be ready to kick some ass, got it?"

Mitch nods back, grinning. “Kicking ass is my middle name. That’s what the C really stands for.” Distantly, a bell rang in the hall, and Mitch felt himself blanche. “Potions. Shit.” He scrambled to shove his books away and nodded at the still smirking TA. “Week-days, bring material, 120%, got it.” With his bag haphazardly packed away, he sprinted towards the classroom’s door, only to stop at the threshold and turn back towards Erik. He raised his hand to his forehead and saluted him. “I’ll come back with my A Game, Mr. Apollo, or my name isn’t Mitch ‘Cicking Ass’ Hodge!” He swung the door open and sprinted down the hallway, muttering cusses at himself the entire way down to the dungeons.

Erik cackled as the Hufflepuff dashed out of the room. He liked this kid. It was going to be a lot of fun, training him.

~~~

Thank you so much @carewyncromwell for the rp session to help flesh Mitch and Erik’s dynamic out! It was so much fun having the Sour Patch and the Anxiety Boi interact and I hope we can do it again sometime!

I hope everybody else enjoys this exchange too! I really need to upload more original content for Mitch, my poor son :’(((

#my boy and his older brother figure!!#this was actually so much fun #mitch just sweating bullets #sweating bullets and cussing like a sailor #FEATURING THE INFAMOUS 'C STANDS FOR' JOKE #he uses it faaaaar too much #mitch c hodge #erik apollo #hpma

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seoulnotes · 4 years

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Luce in altis | vii. Another Choice

S Y N O P S I S | Passed down from centuries worth of history, the remnants of a hatred between two kings reside in a small village that serves as a border between their two feuding kingdoms. y/n lives in that village and must seek aid from one of the kings. Her trust is tested when she learns of the king that is truly wicked.

C H A R A C T E R S | Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, reader (y/n) ; (mentions of other members)

G E N R E | fantasy, romance, drama — royalty au ; PG-15

W A R N I N G S (chapter specific) | cursing (like a word or two)

W O R D C O U N T | 5.4k (oops, i really dont know how it ended up being so long)

All parts here

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Strangely enough, the tension dissipated slightly by the time dinner came around. Although both kingdoms were nearly enemies, both courts dined at tables with laughter and conversation.

Taehyung sat at the end of the long table instilling that he was still the king that was hosting them in his palace.

I was sat next to Taehyung as he had requested. Jungkook had also joined the dinner sitting on the other side of me and Jimin was sitting across from me on Taehyung’s other side. Jungkook had given me a polite smile when we sat, but I was not sure whether to bring up what had happened a few weeks ago. We ended up not really talking although I wished to ask him what he saw when he held my palm.

Both brothers dined as if they had never gone at war with each other and severed their father’s land into two. Either it was that or they were acting very well. Taehyung was more than capable of such an act. I did not know Jimin long enough to guess if he could uphold such an act.

“Seeing as you might be tired after your travels, I would like to host a ball in honor of your arrival tomorrow night. What do you think about that, Jimin?” Taehyung rose a goblet of red wine to take a drink.

“Balls are always fun,” Jimin smiled widely, agreeing. “I was missing the beautiful winters here. Apologies for not sending you an earlier correspondence. If I knew you would be so extravagant with dinners and balls, I would have sent my correspondence a year in advance!”

Taehyung chuckled. “If you traveled so far, I’d like to make your stay worth it, dear brother.” I hoped my ears weren’t mistaken when I heard the edge in ‘dear brother’.

Jimin didn’t seem to have heard it. “It would have been worth it even if you made me sleep in my own carriage,” he joked to which both brothers chuckled after and toasted each other.

It was a heartwarming reunion of brothers, but there was just something that felt off about their conversations and actions towards each other. It did not seem as genuine as they set it out to be.

Maybe history was just exaggerated and there was never really such bad blood.

—

After the dinner, Taehyung had told me to follow him rather than returning to my quarters. He led me into a room I had never been in. He didn’t care about the secrecy, opening the hidden bookcase entrance with me behind him.

Leading to the room was a hallway with globes of light hung along the wall. When we arrived there, I noticed a pit of sand in the center and swords and armor that hung along the stone walls. Was this some type of training room?

“I want to teach you how to sail,” he stated, turning around with his hands clasped behind his back.

“I don’t want to learn magic,” I countered immediately and crossed my arms. I didn’t want to, truly. Finding out I possessed some type of power already scared me. What if I end up hurting someone with it?

“Well, you have powers whether you like it or not. Might as well put it to some use. Perhaps it will be useful to you in the future,,” he disappeared in the blink of an eye. Then he was behind me before I could notice. “Boo,” a warm breath beside my ear. His hand placed onto my shoulder causing me to jump slightly.

And when I noticed, I turned around and pushed him. Instead of a normal push, something powered through my veins, in my palms, there was enough force and wind that followed that caused Taehyung to end up on the floor many feet away. It was as if I had conjured up wind from nothing. It felt weird when such magic came to me and I’ll never forget the feeling of how it felt like it was crawling right under my skin.

He was surprised for a second before peering up at me with mischievousness in his eyes and a growing smirk on his lips as if to say I told you so.

My own mouth was agape and my eyes on my palms and then him. I did that.

Then in a dissolved smoke of black, he was gone once again. I should have known better when he was behind me once again. Except, this time, my irritation didn’t react fast enough when I turned to push him away, he was already gone in the other corner of the room with his arms crossed as he watched me with those dark eyes.

My patience was growing thin and he was really wearing it thin with this ‘lesson’. When I took one step towards him to confront him, he disappeared once again, reappearing in a different corner.

“Don’t you want to hit me again? Don’t you want to catch me?” He was teasing me, dangling my anger right in front of my face.

I did want to, I just didn’t know how to.

As if he answered my questions, he appeared behind me, arms wrapping around me at the waist and sailing with me in his hold to the center of the room on the sandpit.

“That wasn’t funny,” I nearly shouted, a hiss in my voice. I fell onto my knees and hands because the sailing gave me a wave of nausea as expected. He did it on purpose to irritate me further, enough to make me want to use my magic again.

“y/n,” he sang in a corner of the room once again. “If you wish to catch me, you’ll have to sail because your human feet won’t be fast enough.”

“I don’t know how to!” I cried. My frustration was growing because he was toying with me in the worst way. I used my hands and pushed myself from the ground, planting both feet firmly to keep me balanced.

“Imagine where you want to go and you’ll catch me… maybe,” he said in a taunting tone and another twisted smile. He didn’t move this time as if to test me.

I tried. I imagined moving to where he was. I didn’t move one bit.

“Try harder,” he taunted once again.

I closed my eyes, imagined being in front of his stupid smirking face, tackling him to the sand, and punching that smirk right off.

When I opened my eyes, I was where I intended, except Taehyung had moved again to the opposite side of the room.

Sailing myself was not as bad, but the nausea was still there. I grunted both from being angry and sick. When I looked at him, he waved. I attempted to catch him once again, but he was one step ahead of me.

I sailed successfully but missed my target.

He was back to his original spot, arms crossed. “Come on, you’ll have to try harder than that.” I hated how he was speaking.

I took a step towards him and he disappeared except I had been watching him bounce between different corners. I sailed one split second behind him and with a guess, I picked a corner.

I slammed into something hard, either a wall or Taehyung himself. With a grunt, he fell and I was on top of him, knees on either side of his now lying body.

Did I want to retch from this nauseousness? Yes. Did I want to do it right when I tackled Taehyung and possibly onto him? Yes. Yet, I was not cruel enough to do it.

Instead, I rolled over and whatever I ate for dinner was on the ground beside his head.

“Fuck you,” I never spoke such vulgar words, but after this, I felt the right to do so was mine.

He had already gotten up, offering a genuine smile as his hand reached down to help me up.

“Why did you do that? I said magic didn’t matter to me.” The back of my hand came up to wipe my mouth.

“It will come in handy,” he said. I didn’t know what he meant, but the way he said it felt like he knew I would need it soon. It gave me an unsettling feeling.

I was still slightly nauseous despite walking for a bit and having thrown up so Taehyung walked me to my bedroom.

“Get some rest. Practice it if you’d like to get better at it and have a more accurate sail,” the corners of his lips tugged into a smirk. “I will see you at the ball tomorrow.”

—

Just as Taehyung said, there would be a ball tonight. I had never seen the palace staff in such a hurry, rushing through hallways with handfuls of plates, glasses and an assortment of decorations. I was surprised there was even such a ballroom in a palace as dark as this one.

I, on the other hand, found myself in the least crowded place: the palace’s library. I hated reading as a child. When my school teacher assigned readings to grow our vocabulary and gave tests on the words, I always failed because I would rather be anywhere else and doing anything else than to be nose deep in a book for hours.

Perhaps, that was why my vocabulary is so limited now.

Now it was ironic, my favorite pastime since arriving at this palace was reading novels in the library. Instead of taking up precious time, they were helping to pass the time. Instead of boring stories that meant nothing to me, they became everything to me; they became stories that weren’t the reality I dreaded.

When it came time, I was summoned by Anna. She brought me back to my bedroom chambers. There I was stripped, bathed, and prepared for the ball.

My dress tonight was tenfold more extravagant and elegant than what I had been dressed thus far. Rather than a ballgown, the dress was tight, hugging the curves of my body with a plunging neckline. The material was smooth in my hands, reflecting the light with every move I made. It was a dark bronze.

Rather than plain pinks and reds being used for my complexion, a dust of silver highlighted my cheekbone and shimmering silver lined my eyes and was painted onto my lips. My hair was allowed to hang freely and loose, but a small crown was still the accessory.

I realized how much both kingdoms treasured their balls and such events for even servants had a different change of clothes just to serve drinks and food at the ball.

Taehyung didn’t meet me to attend the ball together, but I was told by Anna that I would meet him there amongst the people.

It was like a scene out of a fairytale; the moment when the main character arrived in her beautiful gown at the top of the stairs which led down to the floor of the ballroom and everyone turned their heads to steal a glance at her.

I became conscious of my presence, of my own mortality and how much of my body was exaggerated with the dress. It made me feel less comfortable in my skin when all eyes came to me. I was not as beautiful as the folk of the kingdom who even in their cruel fashion and ways had beautiful features. Everything about them outshined humans and their dullness.

They were gifted perfect skins like porcelain in a variety of shades. There was nothing like different pigmentation like birthmarks that humans had; they had no blemishes. They had perfect posture as if they never slouched once in their lifetime and walked with their heads raised and shoulders back.

Although most eyes watching me didn’t know I was not one of them, I was self-aware. I just hoped I was painted enough that I didn’t look like a dull human.

Thankfully, Taehyung was at the bottom of the stairs to give me an excuse to rush from the spotlight. The crown above his brow this time not angled casually, but in its rightful place, exuding simply, he is the king.

He reached for my hand and when I arrived at the landing, I curtsied. He kissed the back of my hand and looked up with daring eyes.

“Breathtaking as always,” a certain smile on his lips.

Even though the words might have been for an act or for the people to see, I felt a flutter in my chest like those words made me feel something and my cheeks heat red.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” I smiled back and thankfully, the blush on my cheeks made sense so I wasn’t worried about exposing my hidden feelings.

“Dance with me,” he said as he began to walk towards the center of the floor. Subjects and guests parted for him. In the background, the musicians began a new song, a waltz.

Oh no. I panicked slightly; I didn’t want to make a fool out of myself. “Are you sure?” I half-whispered, half loudly voiced.

He only continued and I had no choice but to trust him.

His left hand grabbed onto my right and his right hand onto my waist, allowing me to place my arm along his and hand onto his shoulder.

I realized why I was dressed this way with the silver and bronze. Taehyung was dressed in a suit jacket, the darkest shade of blue, almost black, with a satin black shirt beneath. He also had his silver dust on his cheekbones and a line of silver along his eyes. With Taehyung, I looked like the golden moon in the midnight sky, another symbol that I was his queen to be for everyone to see.

We didn’t speak during the dance, taking many turns and spins amongst the people. His eyes kept locked with mine and although no words were exchanged, I felt like it was enough. I had not felt this way since I last danced with him during the Winter Solstice.

I realized that no one else danced. Was it a kingdom tradition to have the king initiated the dance?

When the dancing slowed, Taehyung’s eyes left my gaze and to something behind me. I could see the shift in his eyes.

“Mind if I steal your partner?” It was Jimin.

“Not at all,” Taehyung replied, calm in his features. He released my hand and allowed Jimin to intercept.

Another dance began, slower, thankfully. My eyes followed Taehyung as he spoke with other members in his court, a champagne glass in his hand. Why did he have to leave me to make a fool of myself dancing with another king?

“Pardon me, my dancing is not the best,” Jimin spoke, drawing my attention back to him.

I returned an embarrassed smile. “I am not as well, Your Majesty.” He chuckled slightly. Silence for a second and I cleared my throat. “Are you enjoying your time at our kingdom?” It was funny how I spoke as if I was the real queen of this kingdom making sure her guests are accommodated properly.

“Of course,” he replied with a gentle smile. “It never fails me how beautiful the nights are here with the clear skies and only stars to shine. It isn’t the same in my kingdom, although we have much lovelier springs and summers opposed to here.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond and only gave a smile in return. “I don’t doubt it.”

Our dance came to an end and a song with notes that truly represented Erebus began. It wasn’t light and flowing, rather something with a more sinful melody similar to the music played at the betrothal announcement. I didn’t really want to continue to listen to it and didn’t know why the guests of another kingdom enjoyed it either. Maybe we all had some cruelness inside of us that we didn’t outright express.

Many of the kingdom’s subjects began their partying and I wandered to a more secluded hallway from the ballroom.

As I walked further, I found myself outside, enjoying the snow and bitter cold, rather than the ball inside. I was in the royal garden that was below my window where roses seemed to still bloom despite the winter, perhaps with the help of the magic from which it grew.

Every single rose was red and there were rows and rows of them.

“Your highness, why are you out here instead of inside enjoying the ball?” A voice surprised me and I turned to see Jimin. He unbuttoned his jacket and placed it onto my shoulders.

“Oh no, you don’t have to,” a small frown came onto my lips, though I couldn’t help but feel grateful.

“It’s much too cold for a future queen of a kingdom to freeze, especially with snow falling,” he smiled. He had very good kind smiles that made anyone believe his words for what they are.

“Thank you.” My hands raised to the lapels of the jacket to pull it tighter around my shoulders.

It felt wrong to be having a private conversation with him after Taehyung warned me to stay by his side and not trust Jimin. I caught myself and realized he was the one who left me to stray. This conversation was not my fault.

“In return, let me know why you ran away from the ball?” His eyes inquisitive, genuinely curious.

“To be honest, I don’t like the music they play during these events or any events,” I admitted truthfully and we began walking along the rows of roses. My eyes kept their stare at the lines of roses as my fingers grazed then drawing on the light coating of snow that soon melted on my fingertips.

“You should visit Hemera sometime then. You might prefer our balls instead. Our music choice is quite the opposite,” he chuckled thinking of the music choice of this kingdom. “It’s much warmer there as well,” he gestured to the snow falling.

“Perhaps,” I gave a small smile, not really considering the idea. An answer that didn’t really give an answer was better than a flat out ‘no’.

“I’m being serious. You might like the change in scenery.”

“I would have to talk to His Majesty about considering the idea,” I replied.

“Pardon my asking, but do you always listen to him? Ask him for his word and permission?” His tone was curious and cautious as if stepping on thin ice with such a question. He didn’t want to really question a future queen and her place within the court, but at the same time, the curiosity was there.

“He is my king and my husband to wed soon. I should be a dutiful queen and wife and listen to him.” It felt like bile in my mouth. The words I had to form for such a lie. I wanted to throw up because I was somewhat defending Taehyung in this situation. Mostly, I sounded like the prim and proper wife who listened to everything her husband had told her to do.

“He listens to me,” before when he wasn’t a king to me and gave me my freedom from marriage. “And it’s important to compromise for this to work.”

“I agree with that,” he nodded along, “A king and queen must work together for the better of a kingdom,” he nodded.

“My love, why are you out in the cold?” Taehyung interrupted the conversation. He had found us.

We weren’t doing anything that would be considered shameful, yet, being caught by my supposed fiance and king made just being alone with a foreign king feel like a sin like it was wrong. The way he spoke didn’t sound any better. “Brother, have you left the ball I threw in your honor?” There was a bite in his question, testing Jimin as if to ask truly, why he was out here talking to me privately.

“Of course, pardon my rudeness. I will be heading back there,” Jimin backed down. He surrendered like a subject to his king rather than being the king himself.

I began to question the dynamic between the two brothers. Jimin left my side and began his trip towards the palace.

Taehyung turned his head, waiting until Jimin disappeared behind the french doors and out of earshot.

“I have told you to stay by my side while he is visiting. Most importantly, have you forgotten that my brother is not a person to trust? I only mean well for you when I tell you such things.”

There it was. His constant scolding of me as if I was some lost child with absolutely nothing to fend myself with. Yet, I still gave in. I backed down like Jimin although the anger was beginning to simmer within me. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to get some fresh air from the ball.”

Taehyung’s eyes softened slightly. “Stay by my side. And where did you get this?” His hand went to the jacket on your shoulder.

“His Majesty gave it to me because of the cold.”

“Just call him Jimin if you are speaking to me about him.” He was annoyed. He was annoyed that I used Jimin’s title? “Return it back to him. If you wanted a jacket because of the cold, you could have asked Anna or anyone else in the palace. Do not go around as the future queen wearing another king’s clothing.”

The anger I tried to keep in check slipped out a bit. “What? Does it hurt your reputation for me to do so? Or are you just jealous that I am wearing another man’s clothing instead of yours?” The last question was a stretch but I was kind of angry so in return, I wanted to bring it out in him. If he was really jealous, I had absolutely no idea.

He was thrown off by that question. “You can do as you wish with other men. Have them in your grace, have them entertain your bed, but as I stated, it is wise that if you choose another lover, my brother is the last person you want to trust and do not parade around in his clothing like it is a trophy. It revolts me and it will lessen the protection I can give you.”

“Go back to your chambers if you wish to not continue the ball,” he dismissed me. He dismissed me like a dog that he didn’t wish to play with at the moment. He snatched the jacket from me and left me in the hallway as he returned the jacket to Jimin.

—

I hated it. I hated how he could command me like I was any subject of his and always wave his protection like a piece of paper above my head like it was the most valuable thing to me. He used it as a threat to everything I did. He used it to force me into a fake marriage that I was not even sure if it was fake anymore.

I hated that I placed so much trust into coming here to find his help only to find myself stuck and without the help I wanted.

I wanted to hate him, but I just couldn’t find it in me to do so.

Instead, I found a way to ask servants where Jimin’s quarters were and found my knuckles rapping on his wooden door. Servants that passed by bowed quickly and as they walked further, I knew they were talking about how their future queen, betrothed to their king, was standing before another king’s door.

The door was opened by none other than Jimin himself. What did I expect? It was his chambers after all.

His hair was groomed and he was dressed. Was there an event today and I was not told of it?

“Your highness, what brings you all the way to the other side of the palace?” He opened the door wider to invite me in. “Please, come in. We can discuss in a more comfortable area than between the threshold of a room and hallway.”

Jimin gestured to the small living area with two sofas and a coffee table. “Take a seat if you’d like. This isn’t my palace nor my kingdom, but I’m sure I could get you tea if you’d like?” He suggested.

I shook my head to the offer but took a seat on one of the sofas.

“What brings you here?” He took a seat at the other sofa, an angle from the one I sat in and clasped his hands together.

“Remember the other night when you offered for me to visit your kingdom? Is it still a possibility?” I was hoping that there was a possibility I would be able to trust Jimin and that Taehyung was wrong. Perhaps if I went to his kingdom and spent time learning his personality, I would be able to tell him of my situation and ask for his help. I hated that my plans always had an unknown next part, but that’s cards I’ve been dealt with.

He seemed like a better choice than the rejection Taehyung had given me already.

I didn’t want to tell him of my situation just yet, perhaps I will. Besides that, I just wanted to leave this cruel kingdom and most importantly, I wanted to leave this kingdom’s cruel king.

Perhaps, I will end up staying rather than visiting and I will have to come up with an excuse then. I will when the time comes, now is just not the time.

“Of course,” Jimin was surprised, but still agreed. “This is given that you have spoken to His Majesty about it?”

I nodded, but couldn’t say yes. I didn’t want such a small lie to ruin my chance.

“Does His Majesty also wish to visit? It is only right for me to repay his favor for hosting me and my court.”

I found my voice and hoped my words would come out genuine. “He does not wish to come. He is busy with duties here.”

“Very well then,” he nodded. “When do you wish to visit? If you don’t have a date in mind, you can send me a message when you have one.”

“If it is possible to save trouble, I could travel with Your Majesty on your journey back,” I suggested. Please say yes, please say yes, or else I’m not sure when and how I will get to leave here.

“If it is suitable for you,” he replied.

“Yes, it would be great.” I sighed inside in relief. “Thank you.”

—

I got my escape through means of lies and some kind of deceit, but I was desperate enough to want to leave.

Taehyung was gone again and disappeared from his kingdom completely on some diplomatic duty as I was told. I was grateful that he came back right before Jimin was set to leave.

I was nervous. I was nervous to tell him I made my own decision against his to trust Jimin and stab him in the back by leaving to go to his kingdom.

I probably stood outside of his cabinet room for quite some time before Taehyung discovered me himself. He had opened the door with me standing before it, surprise in his features before he settled them coolly.

“y/n? Why are you outside of my cabinet room?”

I walked past him signaling the conversation was to be in private. He shut the door behind him.

“I’m going to leave with Jimin tomorrow,” I mentioned quietly. “To Hemera.” I didn’t fail to see the slight feather in the muscle of his jaw.

There was a moment of silence, a long one and Taehyung looked as if he was thinking. I thought he was considering saying no which might either be a relief to me or would just anger me more.

“If that is what you wish to do,” he replied bluntly. “Then do as you wish.”

“You’re not going to ask me why?” I think I wanted him to care when I asked that. Instead of turning and leaving after announcing my decision, I wanted to interrogate him just a bit longer and push this in his face; to make him feel uncomfortable with it and show some kind of reaction.

Even though I had made my decision already and wasn’t going to budge, I think a small part of me wanted to see him react at least once. To prove that he cared about what I did and cared what would happen to me.

“If you so desire, then,” his eyes rolled ever so slightly; I didn’t miss that either. “Why are you choosing to go to Hemera?”

This was it; this was my chance to shove everything I had felt down his throat, to tell him he didn’t care about what had happened whatsoever. To tell him that he wasn’t going to help me and he made that straight to me since day one and that he was only keeping me hostage without any intent to find my family.

“All you had done was parade me around like a trophy to plan the wedding. Instead of sending me away when you couldn’t offer help, you kept me here as your bride.” This was it; my victorious statement and it sounded like utter foolishness the moment my argument was stated.

“Don’t you think that as the king of a kingdom, I have the leisure time to spend scouring to the corners of this globe to find your people? A task that required me to look for mere humans of a defenseless village?” His words were sharp like each one was a knife sent plunging into my flesh. He scoffed at the end of it.

I would lie if his harsh rhetorical questions did not split my heart into two pieces; no, it was shattered. The moment those words left his lips, I felt my eyes begin to water, smudging the image I saw of him. My hands at my side began to curl, nails digging into my palm.

I might have been hurt previously by his lack of response and empathy towards my situation, but he had never outright declared my people, my family to be a bunch of nothingness. This was worse than his rejection. This was proof he was just another person from the kingdom who saw my village as nothing but an annoying insect that shared the land.

Sure, he was not our king or leader and we were not his responsibility, but it would have been better if those words remained in his thoughts or if he had put them less harshly. But he was right, he was not obligated to act upon this matter. I just wished he didn’t degrade me and my people in the process.

I was absolutely defeated with no choice but to nod my head, no rebuttal. “You’re absolutely right. You have no responsibility to my people. That is why I am choosing to find my own solution and help since you are not obligated to do so, it is your right.”

I didn’t like the way the words left my throat, but it was spoken in defeat.

Without giving him a second to reply, I turned my back towards him and raised a hand to wipe away the tears threatening to fall. I didn’t want them to fall at all.

I shifted my head to the side. “I appreciate all that you’ve done for me for the past couple of weeks. Truly.”

Even though he did not help me, he gave me a warm bed to sleep in and meals every day when I had nowhere to go. For that, I was grateful and I should thank him for it. Perhaps, the real Taehyung stepped out to make that decision.

He did not reply and his eyes blank, not letting emotion slip through. Although most of me never wanted to see him again after those harsh words, I knew I was not ready to let go of the memories I knew of Kim Taehyung before he was a king to me. Unfortunately, that small part of me wished he jumped out from this king of Erebus role and reached for my hand, telling me to not leave for whatever reason.

But he did not and that allowed me to settle my mind on my departure. It was a fair ending to the conversation.

He was not there for my departure. I understood why, but I had wished he was to at least say goodbye.

a/n

things have gone opposite, she left the kingdom! do you think that jimin is trustworthy and it was more wise to stay with taehyung or was it the right choice? *puts on thinking face*

also i’m curious (if anyone sees this), what was your most favorite scene so far?

yours truly, Selene ♡

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yuumi0035 · 4 years

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Yuumi’s art process (with pics!)

This is how I go about doing the art palettes, and generally how I do art (specially on lose, not so long pieces such as these). I’ll breakdown the process under the cut so I don’t spam people’s timelines (´･ω･`)

I was going to put these final advises at the very end but someone else might make use of these instead of going through the whole thing so here:

Important things to keep in mind in case you’re learning and actually think I’m worth being listened:

References are GOOD. No one is perfect and no one knows how to draw stuff from their memory so go google weird things, Google-sensei won’t judge. Hopefully. (else set your navigation on private).

Brushes and whatnot don’t make the artist, but it sure as hell help you feel like you’re doing what you like or not. I can’t stress enough how many times I’ve just not finished works because my brushes felt “off”.

Posemaniacs is very good for both anatomy and speed practise (I’m aware I’m really fast compared to my fellow artist friends but by no means it’s a standard, I just got used to work fast uwu)

Be careful with your wrist!!! use your whole arm when drawing!! and also T a k e · b r e a k s.

Art block is a bitch and strikes anyone. I’m usually artblocked but if you find something you’re passionate about go draw that, whatever it is. (I hadn’t consistently drawn in p much 5 years after college and thanks to MLB season 3 here I am LOL)

And now for the actual breakdown:

Step 1: Sketch

My first step is the sketch, which some of you might think “but it’s SO CLEAN!!”, yes, sometimes I leave my sketches as lines and polish them a bit. Anyways, these is what my sketch looks like and next an important thing:

...which is the 2/3 rule! Photoshop blabbery ahead, tl:dr how i made the grid

I’ve been doing this small trick by filling a layer of any color, lowering the opacity to 50% and transforming it to 33,33% it’s height duplicate and place on each side of the canvas and then merge, and then another layer doing the same but doing 33,33% width instead of height. Then I merge both layers, set the opacity to 30% and the result is that perfect 2/3 rule.

If you don’t really know what the rule is, I kindly suggest this instead of my explanation bc words are not my forte.

Step 2: Lineart!

Nothing to say here other than cleaning the lines from earlier with a different (or the same in this case) brush as the sketch one. Opacity varies from day to day.

I have several styles of lineart and they all come with the mood I feel on that day, so don’t be afraid of experimenting and finding what you like most! I personally like thin lines a lot but also thick lines too! i’m constantly looking for the perfect line™ and to give an idea this is what my brushes look like:

in summary, practise with as many tools you can find around and see which ones you like most uwu

Step 3: Base Color

This is probably the part where I give up the most bc it boooooores me LOL. I try to spend as little time as possible in order to overcome this step. These are usually colors I use in 99% of my pics, since... idk years. If you look in my old arts in twitter you’ll see them haha.

Something important I’d like to mention here is ✨LAYERS✨:

This is how my layers look like in the base color part. I tend to do 1 for skin color, 2 for hair / eyes, 3+ for clothes and stuff. I tend to separate them in colors so they don’t merge! I go with numbers because... I think it’s faster to type and I’ve been using this way of naming for years so it works for me, what matters is that you group your layers and keep them organized uwu (specially if someone else has to look at your psd files >>)

Step 4: Shading!

Normally, I shade every single layer with a proper shade but on the case of the palette challenge I’m doing just the skin because I want to stress the light mood. Liiiike if I want to go with a softer light I’d use lighter shades or a stronger light = stronger shades. To pick colors, I usually go with that brown from Chat Noir and Marinette’s jacket as my universal black (I don’t like working with black, I’m weird), and most of the colors I just eye pick from the Color Picker on Photoshop. In the right you can see my swatches:

To choose the shade tone (in this example we’ll use Chat Noir’s hair), I picked a Yellow -Adrien’s hair is specially hard to color ugh- And then with that same tone I’d choose its shade going diagonally looking for a darker tone. This way you can find interesting colors! On this pic I did that for Adrien’s hair and... the rest I did the following:

I did my lazy shading™ : which consists in a layer set to Multiply with 50% opacity (this varies depending on the light, again), and I shade everything with the same tone (my to go is purple, but sometimes I use other colors too). This gives a sense of uniformity and the resulting shades are way nicer in my opinion.

Step 5: But Yuumi... where are the palettes???

I take that people straight handpick the palettes and use them to shade all the way and I respect them for that. I instead decided to do whatever floats my boat so I color regularly but add the palettes over the whole thing to change the overall mood and colors of the illustration. I randomly use the Gradient Tool and use the palettes’ colors around and then set that layer to Screen, Multiply, Focal Light, Overlay... etc etc, whatever I feel like doing in that moment, and so the magic happens! :’D

I don’t usually do this on my works but this is a new way to experiment for me and I’m having fun with it!

Step 6: Finishing Touches

Here is where I use the palettes the most, adding random highlights in whatever way I feel like. Yep, I pretty much Ladybug my whole coloring process: Wing it and go with the flow™. I’m still learning about lighting and whatnots but I really don’t care at this point LOL

To which you’ll say: But Yuumi?? In art school they told me that---

To which I say: shhhhhhhhhhhhh assigntments are over for me. go watch some Bob Ross (I am serious). Do whatever you feel like. Be happy. No one is going to judge you, and if they wanna judge they better be paying for your work first. so. whatever you do: BE HAPPY. or don’t do it. unless it’s a school assignment, in that case go do it or i’ll kick your ass.

✦ Finishing Notes ✦

So yea, that’s my art process in how I’ve been doing these Miraculous Color Palettes and generally how I go about my illustrations most of the time. For more complex illustrations, I need to remember how I did those (oops). And actually, do them. These illustrations usually take up 2 or 3 hours to make, on other pieces i’ve been working on them for up to 8 hours, it really varies from piece to piece, but I hope this was helpful!

Please let me know if you have any questions, commenting in this very post will help me -and others?- keep track of things and learn together! My asks are also open and I’ll reply as fast as I can uwu (my requests are still waiting there, don’t worry).

aaaaand that’s all, folks. Stay Peachy!

#tutorial?#art process #miraculous color palette #digital art #photoshop #tutorial #ym0035art

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rayshippouuchiha · 5 years

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I came out of Endgame with tears in my eyes and my heart filled up to the brim with absolute seething rage.

Even as I write this now my hands shake with some sick mixture of sadness, rage, and bitter disappointment.

So I preface this by saying that I am emotionally compromised and some of my views might shift with time and distance.

But, for better or for worse, this is my first rage flushed take:

I am so disappointed and so angry that after all of the tension, all of the build, all of the time and sweat and tears, all of the loyalty, we were rewarded with this.

Endgame had its high points, I’m not saying that it didn’t. There were some genuinely funny moments and some heart rending ones as well.

Every single second Tony Stark was on screen was flawless as always. Robert Downey Jr. once again proved why he and he alone was suited for the role of Tony Stark and the task of carrying the majority of the MCU for the past 10+ years.

That’s not to say that the rest of the cast wasn’t good. All of the actors all obviously brought their A game and then some when they were allowed to by what I loosely call a script.

So yeah, there were some highs.

But when its comes to Endgame’s low points?

Its low points were subterranean.

They lowered the bar and then they dug underneath it.

Again I’m writing this basically fresh from the theater and with my emotions still high so do forgive me if this is a bit jumbled around or if I ramble a bit as I cover some of the real issues I had with the film.

So, first thing to address was the overall tone of the film.

For this to be the much glorified Endgame, the “battle of our lives”, there was, in my opinion, a distinct lack of true tension in this film. Instead of a fraught, nail biting, tension filled ride, Endgame is more of a ... brisk jog through some vaguely sticky situations.

Instead of playing the story straight and giving the situation the gravity it deserved, the narrative went out of its way to put humor that served no other purpose than to ruin what tension had been previously built. And, in my opinion, the tone of the film suffered for it.

The humor and jokes were humorous, I’m not saying they wasn’t. I genuinely laughed out loud in the moment. But I also feel that, with the majority of the comedy that was wedged into the narrative, the film suffered for it.

Now let’s move on a bit to the actual plot of the film. Again, forgive me if I bounce a bit:

Jeremy Renner was breathtakingly heartbreaking as Clint Barton. Renner was finally allowed to stretch his legs a bit in this film and he proved that, had he been given the chance, he would have given us a Clint Barton to take our breath away.

Watching with Clint as his family died helped to set what should have been the tone for the majority of the film from there on while reminding us of just what was lost and just what was at stake all at the same time.

Chris Evans brought heart to his portrayal of a Steve Rogers who seems both lighter and more weighted down in this film than ever before.

Scarlett Johansson’s Natasha finally showed more emotion than “head tilt”, “lip purse”, and “arched brow” and it was beautiful.

The brief flash of friendship and affection between Nebula and Tony was perfect and heartwarming as well. Nebula was magnificent as the “feral space cat desperately in need of softness and a friendly hand” when placed side by side with a slowly withering Tony Stark who is, even at his lowest moments, still kind to this alien cyborg he doesn’t know but to who he owes his life. They flowed together with an onscreen chemistry in their few moments side by side that felt organic and aching.

Together Tony and Nebula embodied a truly important life/plot point of “meet kindness with kindness and kindness will be your reward”.

Moving forward in time hearing Tony vent his anger and his pain and his distrust at Steve was cathartic in a lot of ways.

As was watching Tony rip the arc reactor from his chest and slap it into Steve’s hand.

In this moment Tony is handing Steve his metaphorical broken heart and leaving someone else to, for once, try and pick up the pieces.

But then, unfortunately, things go rather steeply down hill from there.

With Tony out for the count in a hospital bed the others hunt down and execute Thanos with basically a hand wave and all hope for the stones is lost.

Until deus ex rat-ina unleashes Scott Lang from the quantum realm and the logic of the film takes a sharp left turn.

Scott Lang was missing for 5 years.

To him it was 5 hours.

To which I say, why did Janet van Dyne, age during her stay in the quantum realm? If, according to the MCU canon, every year in our world was roughly only an hour for Scott Lang, then why didn’t Janet come out of the quantum realm only 30 hours older instead of 30 years?

I feel like the answer is probably “because” but yeah maybe I’m just fuzzy on my Ant Man so if I’m wrong then just ignore that bit please.

Also, just a side note, I adore how it’s been 5 years, Wakanda is very much an ally and still up and running, and yet Rhodey still don’t have working legs. But alas, racism.

Moving on.

So with the main villain dead and Tony Stark having solved time travel in his living room, because I stan legends only, we’re now subjected, and that is the very word I’d use to describe what happens next, to what is called a Time Heist.

Cute.

Also Bruce Banner and Hulk have now merged Steven Universe style despite Hulk being scared green-less 5 years ago. But that’s all good, Bruce smoked a ton of weed, they meditated, went on a cleanse or whatever.

Either way Bruce finally did that character development that everyone had been shouting at him since Avengers 2012 and accepted Hulk as part of him and they’re now Dr. Hulk which was … something that happened?

A thing that they chose to do. The direction in which they set their narrative wheels and then powered full steam ahead and plowed us right over in the process.

But yeah, Time Heist! That’s the way to go, the only way apparently.

Because going back in time to stop the Snappening isn’t an option due to reasons that are explained and still look and feel paper thin but probably just honestly boils down to “Russos”

Our intrepid heroes will now split up and surf through time Bill and Ted style to collect the Stones from different points in history.

Yay.

So the rest of the film is basically that, a big old jewel hunt through space and history where the Russos attempt to fool us into thinking their plot points are cohesive and cool by donkey punching us repeatedly in our nostalgia-sacks.

We’re treated to, in no particular order, such hits as:

“Ah 2012 and the invasion of New York only not as interesting but Tony Stark is very much an ass man, but then we been done known that.”

“The Ancient One and her still very distracting skull vein coming at you right now”

“LOKI YOU LITTLE SHIT”

“The one time I envied Scott Lang because, for a split second, he got to be inside Tony Stark”

“Let’s watch Tony Stark simultaneous take a Hulk to the face and have a small cardiac event all at the same time but from different angles”

And let us not forget

“Tee Hee Hee us white bois just had to find a way to make sure Captain America say “Hail HYDRA” but it was for “spy reasons” so weren’t we clever???????”

Yeah boys, great job.

So edgy.

(Although as a side note I do agree, Steve Roger’s ass really is America’s ass and I’d like to thank him for that. Personally.)

But then, of course, Endgame would not have been complete without:

“Steve Rogers stares longingly and creepily at Peggy Carter from behind a window, further backing up his one defining character trait in the MCU which is the inability to move on. Also she doesn’t look up at all despite being a trained spy and all around badass who probably should have noticed the 6 foot slab of American Beef staring at her from less than a foot away, dark room or no dark room.”

And then my personal favorite:

“Tony Stark sees Howard Stark, the father he described as “calculating, cold, he never told me he was proud of me, never even told me he loved me” but it’s all good cause Tony’s a dad now so looking back all he sees are the good times with his emotionally neglectful and abusive father who says there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his unborn kid and now they awkwardly hug while I try not to scream “FOOTAGE NOT FUCKING FOUND HOWARD AND NO THAT ONE 3 MINUTE VIDEO DOESN’T COUNT YOU SHIT” at the screen and explode in pure rage.”

Joy.

Truly a scene that was necessary and fit the narrative of Howard Stark’s personality and was needed for Tony to uh get closure or grow as a man and a father or something …

It totally wasn’t yet another excuse to give a canonically abusive father screen time in a way that seems genial and sweet in an attempt to give them a bit of redemption that they neither earned nor deserve.

But yeah, whatever, moving on.

Also Rhodey remains an absolute gem and he and Nebula get shit done.

Only oops, not so fast.

Because apparently the only one who is going to run into the whole “two of you can’t exist in one place at one time without consequences” rule is Nebula who, despite her bitchin orange stripe/badge of character development, managed to like synch up with her past self?

Because she didn’t turn her bluetooth/quantum entanglement function off I guess.

Either way Orange Stripe Nebula, O’Snebula as I call her, has accidentally air dropped all her files into OG Nebula’s mental iPhone.

So yeah now big old Past Grimace knows what’s up.

Ooops??

So shit goes down and then Past Grimace is like “you need to Trogan horse this shit, least favorite daughter” so OG Nebula does because “daddy issues”.

Dr. Hulk puts on the gauntlet and Kentucky fires his arm bringing all the people lost in the Snappening back to life now, 5 years after they got dusted.

Which is … honestly a recipe for disaster in so many ways. What about the people, like the guy in Steve’s support group, who have started to move on?

What about the people who have remarried, have built new lives?

All of that’s ruined now.

It’s fantastic all those people are alive again but jobs, housing, food, healthcare, government, all of it is back in massive disarray across the universe.

And bringing those people back does nothing to bring back the people who didn’t die in the Snappening but died from causality instead. All the deaths caused by suicides, by car/bus/train/plane/ship/etc crashes, by a lack of first responders, by the civil/world/interplanetary wars that probably raged across the universe due to entire governments disappearing?

All of those people are still dead.

The Snappening killed half of all life in the universe. Causality probably killed another good ¼ after that.

And Dr. Hulk’s Un-Snappening saves none of them.

This isn’t a true solution, it’s a shitty band-aid.

But yeah, Russos so….

Moving on.

Yadda Yadda Yadda, plot plot plot. OG Nebula goes undercover, Past Grimace ends up in the future, there’s some fighting (which was admittedly BAD ASS), shit happens, and Tony saves the day like we all knew he would.

YAY!

Despite the massive rambling up above I’m not gonna plot out the entire movie right here though a lot will probably get covered coming up because here’s where I get down and start talking about the various character arcs too.

Because what a wild fucking ride those were.

Okay to take it from the top Scott Lang’s arc was fine. Beyond my questions about the quantum realm his was clear cut and fine although I do wonder at his luck at being, apparently, the only Scott Lang in San Fran to go missing. Well either that or he was staring at some other Scott Lang’s name instead of his own and in that case “awkward”.

Bruce’s arc was … look I could have done without all of the cringy Dr. Hulk stuff that they played up for laughs. If they were gonna brush Hulk being terrified under the rug they could have found a better way to do it besides just erasing the duality between Hulk and Banner with a hand wave.

But yeah, Russos.

Carol Danvers was beautiful and magnificent and completely brushed aside. Yes she was out in the universe handling shit, yes I know they did that so they could focus on the core Avengers, etc etc etc.

But it’s a damn shame that Carol Danvers, and her glorious haircut, was reduced to being the sorely needed and totally badass cavalry and last minute ace in the hole when she should have, logically, been a part of the vanguard. Honestly I have thoughts on why Carol’s entire character should have been saved completely for the next phase of the MCU instead of introduced so late in this one but I digress.

O’Snebula was a perfect shining bionic light and I love her.

Gamora is now alive in the future but at what cost? Not that her life isn’t worth something on its own, it totally is and she deserved the loophole resurrection 10000%.

Shit’s gonna be awkward though cause she doesn’t love Quill, she doesn’t love the Guardians, doesn’t really know O’Snebula or the universe she’s been thrown into. She doesn’t have the memories or the experiences or the character growth and even if she does go back to her family she’ll never be the same person.

Now her and Quill’s relationship, if they ever have one again, will be reduced down to Quill going “you fell in love with me once you could do it again despite us no longer having the shared experiences that bonded us together”. Same can be said for the rest of the Guardians as well.

Guess we all know what the plot of GotG 3 is gonna be about.

And that brings us to the story lines that really and truly upset me.

Which is basically all the rest of them.

Natasha/Clint’s combined story-line, Thor’s everything, Steve’s … Steve, and then finally Tony.

Now the Natasha/Clint story-line started out promising.

Clint’s rage and pain was obvious, his heartbreak poignant. His decision to use all of those to cut a bloody swathe through the criminal underworld was both Dramatic(™) and understandable.

Natasha’s love and grief for him, her desperate attempts to hold onto what she has left by throwing herself into her new job, was a perfect demonstration that Natasha Romanoff is very much not a robot. She was exhausted, frayed at the edges, and she had tears in her eyes, over Clint. And then she pulled herself together, slipped her mask back on, and pushed her way forward. This was all excellent.

It was also a nice narrative callback/parallel to have Natasha be the one to go out and bring Clint in from the cold.

Natasha plays touch stone, plays stability, for Clint and for many of the others. For the first time Natasha is truly portrayed as a person all the way down to the core instead of some witty quips in a catsuit. Plus her eyebrows finally came back from the war and her hair looked good again. So there was that.

Clint and Natasha’s arc comes to a climax on Vormir as they search for the Soul Stone and Red Skull, the Nazi cockroach that he is, gives them the same spiel he gave Thanos.

To get the Soul Stone you must give up the life of the one you love the most. A soul for a soul.

Narrative wise this is consistent, we all knew this would happen as soon as they started searching for the Stones again. It was obvious.

It was also obvious that Clint was the perfect sacrifice.

He’s got nothing left, his family is dead, he’s already lost the people he loves the most, he’s spent five years being a borderline monster.

And he is also, without a doubt, the thing that Natasha loves the most.

Clint was ready and willing to go, ready to die for the blood on his hands, ready to sacrifice himself for the chance that his family would be saved.

Ready to lay down on the wire and let Natasha walk over him for the sake of everything.

Clint dying made sense, was narratively sound, and heartbreaking.

All of which are only a few of the reasons why Natasha’s death was such a goddamn betrayal.

Instead of following along with the narratively sound death of Clint Barton, an Avenger that’s been ignored for most of the films as is, the Russo brothers instead chose to fridge Natasha.

Clint dying would have been the perfect mirror to Gamora’s death.

Gamora was a daughter unwillingly sacrificed by her father to destroy half of all life in the universe.

Clint would have been a father willingly sacrificed by a friend to save half of all life in the universe, his own sons and daughter included.

But no, we didn’t get that, instead we got a gratuitous scene of Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, splayed angel like and bloody on the rocks below.

Instead they fridged the Black Widow, the only woman of the original Big Six, because they couldn’t bring themselves to fridge a man.

So Clint gets the Soul Stone.

Such a fitting end for the Black Widow right? Dying in a man’s place, mourned on screen by a circle of men, but ultimately set aside rather quickly.

I understand why Natasha wanted to be the one to go, I understand that she didn’t want Clint’s family to lose their husband/father and that her true family was the Avengers. I get that. It doesn’t mean I enjoy or agree with the decision they made any more.

It doesn’t make me any less tired of watching female characters die for the sake of men and their families.

Natasha Romanoff sacrificed herself for the universe and her family and that deserves respect even if I absolutely hate it as a narrative choice.

Oh and what about the absolute NERVE of the Russos to have that awesome Lady Power Battle Strut happen but only after they killed Natasha, one of the Big Six?

Bitter? Me? Nooo.

Now, moving on to Thor.

Thor.

Oh my actual God, Thor.

The levels of disrespect Thor, Chris Hemsworth, and the fans were shown with this character arc/story-line in Endgame is breathtaking.

The absolute, shameless disrespect.

They turned Thor into a cowardly, drunken slob who has spent the last 5 years ignoring his responsibilities to what’s left of his people and instead has spent his time drinking, sulking, and literally yelling at kids over PSN??

Endgame’s Thor has the bullshit reasoning that he needs to stop trying to be who he thinks he should be and instead be who he is.

Which flies completely in the face of literally all of his character development from Thor all the way to Thor 3 and then Infinity War.

The entirety of Thor 3 was Thor’s hero’s journey culminating in him finally being the king he was always meant to be. Finally maturing and stepping forward to lead his people.

I am supposed to believe that Thor, depressed and guilty or not for not killing Thanos when he had the chance the first time, just abandoned his people like that?

I’m supposed to believe that Thor would piss all over everything the majority of his family and friends died for?

I’m supposed to believe that Heimdall, Loki, countless soldiers, and The Warrior’s Three and Lady Sif (I guess), all died to protect Asgard, died for the people and for Thor, and Thor just what? Turns his back on all of that to become a drunk?

No, Thor wouldn’t do that. Thor should have been down there beside Valkyrie working those fishing vessels when Bruce and Rocket came calling. If Thor had any hesitance to join them it should have been, “I can’t abandon my people, I am needed here.” He should have been fiercely guarding the tiny fraction of Asgard that’s left.

Thor’s depression and guilt was valid. Don’t mistake me on that. But they played it for jokes. They made him a caricature of depression, made him “gross” and incompetent and the butt of the jokes, and in the process diminished what should have been a painful and poignant arc for Thor.

Instead we got Big Lebowski Thor, bathrobe included, who does stand up and fight yes but, in the end, gives up his crown and just fucks off to space to have petty pissing competitions with Peter Quill so he can?? find himself?? despite finding himself in Ragnarok already???

Thor’s entire arc in Endgame was shallow, mishandled, and disrespectful to the character, to Chris Hemsworth, and to the fans.

You, we, he, all deserved better than this.

Now we get to Steve.

Steve Rogers, Captain America himself.

I’ve had a lot of salt about Steve’s character and actions in the MCU but, all of that aside, he deserved so much more than what the Russo’s did to him in Endgame.

Hell he’s deserved so much more than what’s been done to him since post-CA:TFA.

But this is about Endgame specifically soooo….

Steve’s shown leading a support group in the beginning of Endgame, is shown talking about moving on and moving forward and learning to let go. Which is wonderful. It sounds like the exact character development we’ve all been waiting for for Steve.

Which is, of course, the exact moment when Steve goes “nah just kidding, we don’t ever move on”.

Which, given the circumstances, is pretty fair. If Steve was only thinking/talking about Thanos and the events of Infinity War.

But of course he wasn’t.

CA:CW should have been the end of the Peggy Carter saga for Steve. He mourned her, he was finally moving forward, he’d kissed Sharon, he threw everything away to save Bucky, he gave up his shield, etc etc.

But no. Endgame finds him right back there, clutching that goddamn compass, and making moon eyes at a woman who we all thought went on and lived a life without him, got married, had kids, and generally existed outside of Steve Rogers.

But no. The Russo’s had to take that away from us too.

And yes yes I know I know multiverse or whatever but still.

Steve steamrolls his way through Endgame with skill and determination. He picks up Thor’s hammer, finally worthy, which how??? Why??? (perhaps because he’s no longer keeping secrets??? Or maybe that’s just my salt talking? Who knows? Not me?)

And then he fights Thanos head to head.

(Although him wielding the hammer brought up an entire separate set of issues cause I’m pretty sure Mjolnir doesn’t actually summon lightning. Ragnarok pretty much said that the lightning has always been within Thor. Mjolnir was just a control accessory. But, you know, Russos *jazzhands*)

And then, in the end, he insists on returning the Stones on his own.

Only he doesn’t come back like he was supposed to.

Instead we’re given old Steve Rogers.

Because Steve returned the Stones and then ….went and found Peggy Carter and got married and lived an entire life with her ignoring everything he would have known was going to happen to her and around the both of them or something???

Or maybe not if the multiverse thing holds up but then who knows any more???

But then how did Old Steve end up right there by that lake on that day at that right time if he’s technically from a different multiverse???

Either way Sam gets his shield and the mantle of Captain America, which was fantastic, and Bucky more than likely knew Steve’s plan all along but the best read I really got on him was basically “eh” so he might well have been happy for Steve too.

But still, instead of finally achieving peace and continuing to learn to live in the future with Bucky and Sam and the remnants of the Avengers, his family and the life he’s built there over the past years, instead of putting the shield down because he’s learned to let go in the now, Steve only puts the shield down because he chooses the past.

He chooses the past over all of that and all of the people left who love him. Sure the argument could be said that he knew they’d be alright but still.

There is a deep well of dissatisfaction inside of me as to how Steve’s entire ending arc was handled. Why did peace only come to Steve after Tony and Natasha were both dead and then was only found in the past?

No disrespect to Peggy Carter, I adore her, but were the relationships he had in the future worth so little that the past was the only place he could find happiness? A past with a woman that he knows loved him but still moved on and found happiness outside of him, lived a full and happy life without him?

Steve didn’t get a character arc so much as he got a character circle. A character loop. He went right back to where he started.

Endgame erases all of the character development Steve underwent post-Avengers. Just brushes it all under the rug.

The Russo’s stole the character development Steve Rogers spent a decade undergoing to give him their version of a happy ending.

They robbed him and us both of every bit of growth and forward motion Steve has underwent and I will never forgive them for that.

And now we get to Tony Stark.

Anthony Edward Stark.

The Iron Man.

Tony’s arc is, was, the longest and best developed arc in the entirety of the MCU.

It’s spanned 10+ years and has been nurtured and hand fed by Robert Downey Jr.

If Endgame got one thing right, one thing at all, it’s how they handled the majority of Tony’s arc.

From him laying the smack down on Steve once he was home, finally venting his emotions and his anger, all the way to him solving time travel before tucking his kid into bed, and then building an Infinity Gauntlet on his own even though Thanos committed genocide to get the one he had.

Tony Stark’s arc was glorious and expected and sad.

I think that my one almost complaint is that Tony stopped for 5 years. On one hand he deserved the rest, deserved the chance to find happiness. He was hurt and tired and he’d faced his demons and been left bleeding out with the death of half the universe weighing on his shoulders.

He deserved to just stop for a while.

On the other hand stopping is not something Tony has ever been good at, just like Pepper said. A part of me thought Tony would be working, frantically, to find something, anything, to turn back the hands of time. To track Thanos down. To get the Stones and then to get everything else back.

To get Peter and all of the others back.

But that’s not the route they went and I’m … okay? I guess, with that.

Tony was validated and vindicated and everyone would have finally listened to him. It only took the death of half of the universe to do it. But he was too tired, too hurt and untrusting to keep pushing. I can respect that.

But of course once an idea worms its way inside Tony can’t let it go. So he solves time travel on the fly and sets out to save the world.

Again.

His one stipulation is that he will do anything, everything, he has to in order to keep what he has now. His wife Pepper and Morgan, his sweet little daughter.

So of course he doesn’t get to do that either.

After all of the blood, sweat, suffering, and mental illnesses, Tony doesn’t get his happy ending. Not really.

He gets to rest, yes, but he loses out on everything he wanted to do with his kid. In the process of saving the universe he becomes the one thing he never wanted to be for Morgan, a distant father.

A face on a screen, stories, memories other people have.

No matter how many holograms or inventions or whatever Tony left to Morgan, it’ll never replace him.

Morgan got 5 years with her father. She’ll spend the rest of her life hearing stories about him, about how much of a hero he was. And hopefully, with Pepper and all the others behind her, Tony will remain a hero to her and will not, instead, become her version of Captain America. An untouchable symbol that Morgan will never live up to.

So, in the end, Tony sacrifices once again.

Watches the future he wanted crumble to dust in his fingers, lightning scorching him from the inside out as infinity rips him apart.

And he dies there, surrounded by some of the people who love him best.

His best friend.

His wife.

The son he almost had.

And, despite all of that, it is very very fitting that his death was at his own hands.

Thanos could take out half the universe, he could traverse time and space, he could humble Thor, terrorize the Hulk, rip Steve Roger’s up, survive shield and hammer and so much more, but the one thing he couldn’t do?

He couldn’t kill Tony Stark.

The only thing that could kill Iron Man, could kill Tony Stark, was his own heart.

Tony Stark takes the Infinity Stones in hand knowing how this is going to end, knowing that Stephen Strange set him on this path years ago.

Because didn’t Strange warn him? Didn’t Strange tell him outright “I’ll let the kid and you both die to protect the Time Stone”?

Tony just never expected it to take a few hours and then 5 more years for Strange’s promise to finally be fulfilled.

So Tony does it knowing that after everything he’s been through, all of the pain and the suffering and the battles, it was only enough to have earned 5 years of happiness, 5 years of his dream.

5 years of being the father he always swore he’d be.

Tony Stark takes the Infinity Stones and dies for the entire universe, for his family, for his daughter. Dies knowing that he’ll be doing the one thing he didn’t want to do, swore he would never do.

Leaving them behind.

Tony Stark brings us full circle as he stands as both equal and mirror of Thanos once again.

Man to Titan. Good Father to Bad Father. Life to Death.

Tony Stark picks up the weight of the universe and then he dies making sure that it has a future free from the same fear that has haunted him for a decade.

A warm light for all mankind, sent to sleep, to rest, knowing that finally everything will be okay.

And all he had to do was die for it.

So, I’ll close this out saying this:

This was written in one solid push after my first viewing and Endgame was dissatisfying for me as you might have guessed. I am disappointed and angry at so much they chose to do to end out this iconic decade of cinema and to close out these character’s arcs.

There were a lot of points and little details I didn’t get to cover in this and perhaps a lot of points you might not agree with me on.

That’s okay.

Because, no matter what, there is one thing I know for sure.

We, I, will always have Tony Stark and the lessons he taught me. The pain he endured and shared with all of us. The bravery and strength he inspired in so many of us as we watched him struggle with physical and mental illnesses on screen. As we watched him obsess and stress and love and grow.

I have never loved a character more than I love Tony Stark.

I have never been impacted by a character as much as I have been by Tony Stark.

I’m not sure if I ever will again.

So, Tony Stark is Iron Man.

He always will be.

And he saved more than just some fictional universe.

He saved a lot of us along the way too.

And we’ll always love him for that.

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I Didn’t Mean For This To Happen | Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N ends up drunk at a party and accidentally expose her feelings for Peter

Word Count: 6.4K

Warnings: Drinking

A/N: Yes, finally I finished it, only two days later than what I was supposed to. Anyways, don’t drink before your legal age, kids.

Also, I’m writing a part 2, but have no idea when that’s finished, so if you liked this, then keep your eyes open!

Enjoy!

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I hadn’t imagined my first time getting drunk would be at a party full of people from another high school. Then again, I also hadn’t imagined that I would go to a party full of people from another high school just because I had a crush on a tall, nerdy, shy guy who went to that school, but here I was.

It had started out with a few beers. I wanted to seem cool, and I’d heard alcohol made you more confident, which was something I really needed. Because of its bad taste, I’d chugged them down, not really expecting to feel something from it.

I felt this weird warmth in my stomach, and it made everything feel a bit nicer. When someone asked me to do shots with them, I said yes, just because I was wrapped up in the excitement of the bustling party and the warm feeling from the weak alcohol I’d already consumed.

That was the first mistake. Three shots later, and I didn’t really feel any different, just… giggly. I texted my friend Emma, asked her if she wanted to come. I really wanted a familiar face in the crowd of unfamiliar ones.

Someone handed me a plastic cup filled with some red liquid. It smelled strongly of alcohol, but feeling kind of invincible after drinking so much alcohol, I forced it down my throat.

It hit me not long after that. I felt the need to pee, so I went to bathroom, and I noticed that the floor had suddenly started to sway. “Whoa,” I muttered to myself as I made my way through the crowd. I bumped into several people, but I didn’t care. So many had already bumped into me.

After I had done my business, I washed my hands, and caught the sight of myself in the mirror. My cheeks were red, and my eyes were shining, and I seemed different but still like the same old me.

Truth be told, I tried to be a bit responsible. I washed my face, which made me feel a lot better, and I did drink a cup of water. But then some girls challenged me to a shotting competition, and I couldn’t pass up that offer. My competition instinct was too strong. And I won that competition, after having four shots more.

And there was those beers, that always seemed to find its way to my hand.

I wasn’t completely sure how I’d gotten there, but now I was sitting in a couch, pressed between one girl and one boy who I was chatting happily with. That was when he walked up to me. Between all the people, and this new sensation of being drunk, I’d almost forgotten why I was there.

“Hi… P-Peter,” I stuttered.

It was difficult enough to talk to him sober, but with the alcohol making my mouth feel like the Sahara, and the intoxication making it difficult to speak, it was barely I got those words out.

“Y/N? What, what are you doing here? And… are you drunk?” he asked, taking a closer look at me.

“I-I heard there was a p-p-party, and you know me… always ready to partay,” I somehow managed to say, raising my hands a bit in a party dance motion.

Feeling frustrated by that dry feeling in my mouth, I looked around for my cup of mixed together drinks. I spilled some of it on my shirt as I brought the cup up to my lips, but I didn’t really care.

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough to drink,” I didn’t see him, but I saw a pale hand take my cup away.

“Noooo, but I was drinking that. My mouth is dry,”

I looked at him, and where he stood, with the red and blue flickering lights lighting him up from behind, he looked like some kind of angel.

“T-Thank you,” he blushed and couldn’t hide his smile.

“Did I say that out loud?” I wondered.

Although he wasn’t looking at me, he nodded as if he had heard me. When he looked back at me, his hands were empty.

“Come on, Y/N, let’s go home,” he held his arms out to me, but it took a little while before I understood that I was supposed to grab them so that he could help me up.

“But, I haven’t done what I came here to doooo!”

He blinked and his arms slowly lowered to his sides. “What did you come here to do?”

My mind went still. “Oh, I, I don’t think I can remember. But it was about the boy I have a crush on,” I waved him closer, and knowing that I probably wouldn’t come with him before he listened, he sat down on his knees, his face very close to mine.

“You can’t tell him Peter, but I have a crush on this guy I grew up with, and he is really pretty and smart and I think you know him,” I whispered, not a hint of a smile on my face. This was serious. “And, you can’t tell anyone this,” I leaned so close to his ear that my lips brushed it, “he is Spider-Man.”

His eyes widened, his mouth formed an ‘o’, and he stumbled back from me, bumping into someone who then dropped her beer all over his head. I fell forwards, suddenly not having a Peter to support my weight on, and when I realised what was happening, Peter was up and apologising to the more than irritated girl he knocked over.

I couldn’t really remember falling over, but I also couldn’t remember how Peter had grabbed me and taken me out of the house, or how he held my hair when I puked on the side of the road, or how he lead me to his apartment because he knew my parents would be very pissed if I came home and drunkenly woke up the whole house. My memories from that night was foggy and not connected and I wasn’t really sure what actually had happened and what was a dream. The only thing I remembered clearly was me stumbling over a threshold and looking up at Peter’s startled face, for then to slur “Oop, I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

I woke up to some whispering noises outside my bedroom. With a groan I turned around, then quickly turned back before I fell out of a much smaller bed than I was used to. I opened my eyes, and realised that this was not my room. It was my best friend from childhood, Peter’s room. And I was laying almost completely naked in his bed…

If it hadn’t been for the pounding headache and my sore muscles and my weak legs, I probably would have been out of there by the time Peter came in again. All I managed was to throw one of Peter’s sweaters over my tank top and panties, before he was back in the room, all wide eyes and rosy cheeks.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realise you were awake. I was just going to get my… well, it doesn’t really matter.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but me. I’d caught a glimpse of me in the reflection of his window, and I was not pretty sight, so I understood him.

“No, no, no, no, no! It’s okay, I’m sorry about yesterday…whatever happened then.”

He looked to me, a bit confused, before a relieved sigh left his body. “You don’t remember anything?” He asked, hopeful.

I winced at his high-pitched voice, and tried to think back. Everything after going to the bathroom the second time was a blur, although I thought maybe I could remember some bits here and there.

“Most of it least. I can remember a few glimpses, but nothing coherent. Anyways, I’m sorry about how I acted yesterday, and I’m sorry you got stuck taking care of me, and I promise you I’m not usually like this.”

He shot me a smile. “It’s okay, I’ll always take care of a friend in need. Do you want some breakfast?”

I groaned. “If that breakfast consist of some water, painkillers and me brushing my teeth, then yes.”

“Okay, it’s coming right up - oh, by the way, your phone has been blowing up with messages from your dad. I sent him a message yesterday that you stayed the night at a friend who lived closer, but I’m not sure he bought it.”

I groaned and stuffed my face into his pillow. This wasn’t something I wanted to handle now, but it seemed like I had to. He left it on the side of his bed, then walked out of the room.

It seemed like I had underestimated just how bad I really felt. When I tried to get out of the bed, I started to see stars, and the throbbing in the back of my head turned into pounding in my whole head. Not talking about the nausea, which made me afraid I would throw up before I even got to the clothes Peter had laid out for me.

Yeah, it would be fun meeting my parents like this.

After putting on some short shorts, a very tight tank top and a hoodie I stole from Peter, I had to sit down for a bit. I felt incredibly tired, like I could fall asleep right then and there, which I probably did, because the next thing I remember was Peter bursting into the room and me jumping about five feet in the air.

“Sorry,” Peter said as he helped me up from the bed, obviously trying to hide a smile by the way his lips was so tightly shut together.

“Ugh, it’s okay.”

I grabbed my head, as if that would help against the headache, and he seemed to notice because the next thing I knew a glass of water and a white little pill was placed into my hands. “Here, aunt May says this is the best for a hangover headache.”

The rest of the day was actually kind of fun. Peter and May let me stay at their place while I was getting over my hangover, and all we did was watch movies and eat salty snacks. When the sun was starting to go down, she went out to get some food, which left Peter and I alone watching Notting Hill, much to the dismay of Peter.

“Hey Y/N,” Peter suddenly asked. It was clear he wasn’t interested in the movie, as he had spent the last ten minutes playing with my hair and fingers and doing everything else but watch the screen. A couple of times I had looked up at him, and he seemed a bit stiff and there was a constant blush on his face. I just smiled at his awkwardness and let him continue.

“Yeah?” I hummed, not looking up at him. We were in the middle of the movie, I couldn’t just lose my focus now, even though feeling his fingers over me was a bit distracting.

“What did you come to the party to do yesterday?”

I froze. Suddenly the screen wasn’t as important anymore, so I looked up at his adorably confused face. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice high-pitched.

“Well, yesterday when I tried to get you out, you said you hadn’t done what you were coming there to do, and when I asked you what you were there to do, you told me about some guy you liked?”

His cheeks were red, and I had a feeling there was a portion he left out, but that memory did not exist in my head so I had no idea to know if there was something more or not.

“I-I, I don’t know. I just, well, like I apparently said yesterday, there is a guy I’m kind of crushing on,” I felt the heat spread from my chest to my neck, cheeks and forehead. “And I guess I was going there to tell him, but it was stupid and I got way too drunk and I’m pretty sure half of what I told you was ridiculously wrong anyways, so I don’t think you should think too much about it.” I was ranting now, and the pressure was starting to make my head ache again.

Peter’s face fell, and I knew I’d said something wrong, but I wasn’t sure exactly what, so I let it be.

When May came back, there was this thick aura of awkwardness between me and Peter. I was sure May noticed it, but she didn’t comment anything. She’d brought food for us to eat with her, and she offered to drive me home after eating.

May got me a plastic bag to keep my alcohol and vomit reeking clothes in, and after a weird and quick goodbye with Peter, I was sat in May’s car.

“Listen, I don’t know what happened at that party, or when I was gone, but don’t be too hard on Peter, okay? He’s trying his best, but he is under a lot of pressure because of school and because of… his Stark Industries internship.”

I grimaced and let out a sigh. “That in there,” I pointed my thumb over my shoulder, “I have no idea what happened, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t give me the whole truth,” then I whispered under my breath, “not that I did either.”

May didn’t say anything, and except for the radio and the sounds of New York traffic, the rest of the car ride was silent. It wasn’t until I walked out of the car May said something again.

“Y/N. Peter is a simple boy. He sucks at reading between the lines and he can’t interpret what you mean unless you tell it straight to him, okay? If you just lay it all out flat for him, I’m sure you both will be a lot more happy.”

I nodded, understanding exactly what she meant by that.

My parents definitely was not happy with me. Thankfully they weren’t so wrapped up in their anger and worry that they didn’t see I wasn’t in any shape to take any scolding. They just sent me to bed, with the promise that we were going to talk about it that morning. As I laid in bed that night, waiting for sleep to take over my mind, I started to wonder what had actually happened last night. I felt the stress take over my body, making it slightly harder for me to breathe, but I managed to calm myself down and before long I was asleep.

Early in the morning, before she had to go to work, mom came into my room and woke me up. At first I was a bit disoriented and irritated, but after a cup of coffee and some time to wake up, I felt better and ready to talk. When she asked what had happened, I told her everything. There was no reason to hold anything back, so I gave her every detail, including the part about me liking Peter.

I was very lucky, I escaped with being grounded for a week and the promise that I wouldn’t do anything like that before it was legal for me. Mom promised me that when she came back from work that afternoon, she would drive me to Peter so that I could deliver the clothes I’d borrowed from May.

I was restless the whole day. Not only was being grounded pretty hard, but I was so stressed and couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. I spent the day cleaning up my room and doing other activities that meant I had to be moving, because when I was moving and doing stuff that needed thought behind it, it was harder for me to think a lot.

When she finally came back, I was ready to go. The ride to Peter was a long one, but when we finally arrived it felt like had only been a few hours since the last time I was there. On the elevator ride up to his apartment, I kept wiping my palms off on my jeans. I didn’t understand why I was so nervous, but I had this creeping feeling that something was gonna happen. My moms smug look, the fact that she wanted to drive me here at all, it was all suspicious.

I felt the little butterflies flutter in my stomach as I knocked on the door. I heard some tumbling inside, it sounded like something fell. I looked over to mom, who seemed as surprised as I was. When he opened the door, it was with flushed cheeks, messy hair and his chest rising and falling very fast.

“Y/N, h-hi,” he stuttered.

“Hi,” I said back, trying to contain my giggles. I had no idea what he was doing, and with my mom behind me, I almost felt like a little child going over to a friends place for the first time.

“Here’s the clothes, thank you for letting me borrow them, and… the other thing.” I blushed, looking down at my shoes, not being able to handle how embarrassingly drunk and stupid I had acted.

“N-No problem,” he said, his voice high pitched.

I mean, he was Peter, he had a natural, high-pitched voice, but now it was even more. He almost sounded like a girl. Even though I held out the white bag to him, he didn’t take it.

“Peter,” I said, trying to get him to notice the bag.

“Yeah?” He asked, apparently confused.

I held up the bag in front of his face.

“Oh!” he exclaimed and grabbed the bag, his face turning a fresh color of pink.

I laughed at his obliviousness, especially when he just stood there, not saying anything or doing anything.

“Okay, so I guess we’ll go now. Again, thanks for your help,” I slowly moved away from the door, glancing back to mom who seemed to wait for something.

Peter’s eyes widened. “No! Wait!” he almost screamed, making me jump.

He realised what he had done and composed himself, straightening his back and putting on a more serious facial expression. “I mean, I wondered if you wanted to come in? Maybe we could talk, I believe you found out something about me that I’ve...” He glanced over to my mom again. “Well, it doesn’t matter.”

I smiled, and every part of me ached to say yes, but I knew I couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, but after Friday’s shenanigans, I’m grounded.”

His face fell, and I felt the disappointment like a wrecking ball.

“I mean, a few minutes wouldn’t hurt,” I suddenly heard my mom say from behind me.

I twirled around, very shocked. It was her who had come up with the terms for my grounding after all.

“What?”

She smiled. “Peter obviously wants to talk to you about something, I don’t think it’ll hurt. Just don’t sneak out to some party and drink again.”

At the last part she pointed her finger at me, a fake serious look on her face. I smiled and shook my head. “Never again.”

“Great. I’ll be waiting in the car, don’t use too long, okay?”

I nodded, then looked back to Peter who was again blushing and looking like he wanted to die, which kind of mirrored the way I felt.

“Okay.”

I watched her walk down the hallway and to the elevator, then turned to Peter, who let me in. I looked around, trying to find out if something actually did fall down earlier. I didn’t see anything.

“Okay, so out with it, what did you want to talk about?” I asked him as soon as we were sat on the couch.

I noticed he sat down closer than necessary, which made my heart flutter. He was gonna be the death of me sometime.

“Well, I heard from May who heard from you that you know my secret?” He said, phrasing the last part like a question.

“Which secret?”

I didn’t want to be wrong, plus there was something about him telling me, him deciding that he wanted to share his secret with me. Which was why I refused to say it. He was the one who had to tell me the secret.

“You know. The secret. The one about my internship? May said you know, and…” he hesitated, glancing away and rubbed his hands together.

“And what?” I asked, leaning closer to him.

His breath hitched, and my whole body was on fire and my thoughts were going highwire, wondering what this meant.

“What I am.”

He wasn’t going to say it, and I was still wondering where he left off. Something had to be done.

“What you are? You’re Peter, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes, but,” he couldn’t look me in the eyes.

“But? Have May said anything else?”

Peter was a nice kid, but he was a terrible liar. I knew him like the back of my hand, which meant I knew when he could lie and when he couldn’t. This was one of those moments where he wouldn’t be able to lie.

“No, but you said it. When you were drunk you said you knew it!” He exclaimed, jumping away from me.

There was this tension between us that I hadn’t really paid attention to until now. Now it exploded, like a dam with too much water.

“Ha! I knew there was something you kept from me! Peter, you can’t keep the truth from me like this, please just tell me everything that happened that night, please!”

Tears gathered in my eyes, even though I wasn’t even that sad or mad. It was effective though, because his face immediately softened.

“I have to know if you know first.” He pleaded.

I took a deep breath. Originally I was gonna let him say it, but now I decided against it. If this was the only way to know exactly what I said that night, I would say it, damned me if I was wrong. “Fine. I think I know. You’re Spider-Man, that’s the truth, right?”

He stood still, very still. I wasn’t able to read him. “Peter, please, just answer me.” It was my turn to plead now.

He sighed. “Yes, I am. I’m sorry I lied to you, I just, I couldn’t tell anyone. I didn’t want that, I needed a normal life, away from saving the world and responsibilities of people’s life and having everyone depend on you.”

At some point, we had both stood up, but I wasn’t sure when. “Peter, it’s okay, I understand,” I walked closer to him. He still wasn’t looking at me. “Seriously, it’s fine. It’s your life, and… I’m only your friend, you don’t need to tell me every aspect of your life. Especially if you don’t want to.” It did hurt that he didn’t tell me about such a big part of his life, but I would never admit that. “But stuff about my life, that’s the things I want you to tell me. Especially if I have no way of knowing myself. So what happened that night, what did I tell you?”

I had my hand cupped softly over his cheek now, forcing him to look at me. There was something between us, something I couldn’t understand. An understanding of some sort, a spark that hadn’t been there before. I really hoped that was something I only imagined, but I felt like Peter looked at me differently.

“Okay, so, when I tried to get you to leave, and you refused because you hadn’t done what you came there to do,” he paused, his cheeks burning now.

“Yeah?” I said, my voice as soft as I could muster, silently telling him he could continue.

“You told me there was someone you liked, and that I knew him. Then you told me that you’d grown up with him, and that you thought he was Spider-Man…”

I wasn’t completely sure what I felt. On one hand, I already kind of knew I’d somehow told him I had a crush on him. On the other hand I had no idea how to read the way Peter had reacted to it. Was he disgusted? Happy? How was I supposed to know.

“So,” I said, trying to get the conversation back to where it was.

“So, you have a crush on me,” Peter said matter-of-factly, before taking a bite of the runny-with-cheese pizza.

I felt the heat spread to my whole head and chest. “Yeah, uhm, how do you feel about that?”

I still hadn’t eaten anything of my pizza. I don’t think I could eat before we had sorted this out and I knew he wasn’t disgusted by me.

“I feel like that’s very lucky for me.”

“Okay?”

He looked over at me and kind of giggled slash chuckled a little. “Y/N, I really, really like you,” he dropped the pizza on the napkin and took my one hand that wasn’t holding the burning pizza.

“Y/N, do you want to go out on a date with me?”

I never in a million years though Peter would be this forward with anyone. I wasn’t even sure how to react, my body was confused. “Yes,” I whispered, because my throat had kinda closed up.

He grinned, he almost shone with happiness, and he hugged me and I was pretty sure thats the moment I combusted. It literally felt like someone had fired fireworks inside my body, and they were running over my skin and gleaming inside my blood and turning the back of my eyes to colorful canvas and Jesus if we were ever to sometime kiss how the heck would I be able to survive if one hug was enough to kill me?

He hugged me a bit longer than what was normal but I absolutely didn’t mind. I just pressed my arms closer around his body and inhaled the scent of him. When he pulled away, I was dizzy.

“Peter,” I managed to say after gathering my thoughts a little.

“Yeah?” He was still grinning.

“If we’re going to date, I want you to be completely honest with me. I don’t want us to keep secrets from each other that can hurt the other. And if you don’t want to, then please tell me that you have something that you don’t want to tell me.”

He had brought his pizza up to his lips again, but now he lowered it and took both of my hands.

“Y/N, I won’t ever keep a secret again.”

His face looked so soft and his eyes were so big and he looked so honest, I felt every cell in my body explode right then and there.

“I don’t think that will happen, I just don’t want this to happen again, because this has been some stressful couple of days.”

I kept holding his hand for a few seconds more, then I squeezed it and let it go. I still hadn’t eaten any pizza and I was starting to feel hungry.

Since I wasn’t sure how long could stay at his place, we decided that we would at least eat the pizza, then I could send a message home and ask when I should be home. It was very fun, he kept telling jokes. He also told me about the science pun he had posted on Twitter (I knew I had missed one), and then he told me a bit about his powers. What fascinated me the most was the tingle he got when there was danger imminent. He also told me about how he could stick to the walls and ceilings, and proceeded to show me how he did it. It was a surreal sight to see my best friend standing upside down on the ceiling.

“So the webs, is that also one of your superpowers? Do you like, shoot them out of your hands?” I asked as he was standing only a couple of feet away from me - upside down.

He shook his head. “No, I do make the web fluid, but I have a special web shooter that actually, you know, shoots it.”

He jumped down from the ceiling, and the floors shook a bit. Did he always do that with May home? What did she think about this?

“Here, I’ll show you.”

I followed him into his bedroom, looking around to see of there was anything I hadn’t noticed last time I was there. It seemed completely normal, not like the room of someone that went out and saved lives every afternoon. Then he opened his closet. Up front, hanging on the pole used to hang up clothes, was a red and blue suit. It was well known in the media, but I had never seen it this close before. Without thinking, mesmerised by the sight in front of me, I reached out to touch the fabric. Peter stepped away and let me have my moment.

“Whoa. This is so much cooler than I thought it would be!”

He chuckled behind me, as he let me run my hands over his suit. A thought entered my head.

“Can I see you with it on?” I asked as I twirled around. Suddenly his smile vanished.

“W-What?” He asked a bit confused, his cheeks quickly turning the same shade as his suit.

“Can I see it with you on?”

“You’ve seen me with it on before, haven’t you? I’m pretty sure I’ve been in one of those videos you watch on Youtube.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, but I haven’t known it has been you. And I’ve never seen it up close. Pretty please!”

He sighed and put his hands on his waist.

“Fine, go out in the living room and I’ll change,” he sighed.

“Yay,” I said with excitement, clapping my hands softly together before going out to the living room.

As he changed I got another piece of pizza, looking around the place for stuff I hadn’t noticed before. Not long after, he walked out, suit on, but nothing on his head. He walked out with his arms out, as if to say ‘here you go’, and then did a small twirl which was probably the cutest thing I’d even seen Peter Parker do. I clapped my hands and cheered as if he was some world known celebrity doing something. Then again, he was pretty well known in Queens. Someone surely would react that way in a not joking way.

“Okay, now, I’m going to change back into my normal clothes, I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

I nodded and gave him a thumbs up. When he came back, he was Normal Peter again, with normal clothes.

He threw me his phone, which I was barely able to grab, on the expense that I dropped my pizza piece on the carpet.

“Man, the world just really doesn’t want me to eat today, does it?” I muttered as I looked down at the fallen pizza.

“Sorry!” Peter exclaimed, walking over to me to see if there was something that could be done. Some way he could save himself.

I chuckled and shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll live. Plus, there’s more pizza.” I said, motioning to the rest of the pizza that was left in the box.

He sat down beside me, and I pulled my phone out of my backpocket to call my mom. She picked up after the third ring.

“Hello honey, how did it go?”

I looked over to Peter, who definitely could hear what she was saying.

“Yeah, it went well. Uhm, when do you want me home? And are you still sitting outside in the car?”

“Well, before nine tonight would be preferable and no, I’m not outside. I figured it would take some time.” I could hear my fathers chuckle in the background.

“Oh, okay. I - I just have to ask, I’m still grounded, right?”

There was silence on the phone. “Your father and I have to discuss it. It seems like the consequences of your actions has been punishment enough, so I don’t really see the reason for more but you also did something incredibly stupid. We’ll talk about it tonight.”

I looked over at Peter. He wasn’t hiding that he was listening to the conversation, his eyes glued to the phone and his chest leaning forward, not touching the back of the couch.

“Okay. See you tonight.”

“See you tonight honey. You did bring your wallet so that you can take the bus home, right?”

I nodded, but then I remembered that that couldn’t see it so I said yes. Beside me I heard Peter do that weird but cute mixture of a giggle and chuckle.

“Good, okay, bye honey!”

The beep that signalised that she hung up came, and I turned the phone off again and put it on the table in front of me.

He handed me another piece of pizza. “I promise I won’t force you to lose this one.”

I laughed before taking a bite. “Thank you, how chivalrous of you”

We laughed together for a bit, and when looking at the clock we noticed we had a couple of hours we could spend with each other before I had to go home. Peter went to go put on a movie I’d told him I wanted to watch the other day, then we settled in.

At first we sat beside each other, but as the movie progressed, we ended up closer and closer, and at some point I ended up with Peter’s arms around me, and my back pressed against his chest. After that I couldn’t focus on the movie, because my body was too busy going absolutely highwire.

“Are you okay?” He asked halfway into the movie. I just smiled and sighed content, which was answer enough for him.

Right before the movie was about to end, May entered the apartment, and Peter and I jumped away from each other. We probably looked like two guilty kids who had done something we knew was not allowed, but May didn’t even offer us a knowing glance. She just said hello, and took a piece of the pizza, then went into her own room. I shared a look with Peter, but he didn’t seem to think it was weird.

I checked the clock. I really didn’t want to be late home, now that it seemed like they were giving me a second chance. “I think maybe I should head back home.” I said reluctantly, not really wanting to go back home. It was so nice staying with Peter, I really, really wanted to stay with him, I really wanted to go back to that moment where I sat in his arms and my heart was jumping out of my chest and I felt like I could die happily.

“Yeah, I guess. I-I’ll follow you out!” He said, at first seeming a bit sad, then his voice went up and he almost seemed a bit excited.

I nodded, a blush forming on my cheeks again. “Thank you.”

He followed me to the apartment door, which was what I thought was where he meant he was going to follow me, but he put on shoes together with me. Apparently he was following me to the downstairs door, which I didn’t mind one bit. More time with Peter, and it meant I wouldn’t have to take the rusty old elevator by myself.

We were silent the whole way, which felt kind of awkward, but he also kept himself very close to me, so I wasn’t sure I would be able to say anything if I were to try.

When we came down, I just smiled at him, and he seemed conflicted. It was as if he wanted to do something, but then he wasn’t sure if he wanted to do it anyway.

“Well, bye then I guess. I’ll text you tonight.”

Peter nodded, blushed, leaned a bit forwards, pulled back again, then suddenly attacked me in a hug. I laughed a bit at his indescision, but hugged him back, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around me again. I really could go silly by this.

“Thank you, and have a safe travel home, okay?”

I nodded, looking deep into his eyes. Something in my stomach, like a little hook underneath my belly button, pulled me towards him. I was so tempted to kiss him, to taste his soft lips, to feel his breath on mine. I leaned closer, and he leaned down and we stared each other in the eyes and at the last minute I chickened out. Instead of kissing his lips, I kissed him on the cheek, which was not really what I had meant for to happen but I had to live with. It still felt nice though.

We both looked like two tomatoes now, but he was cute and I thought that maybe this wasn’t the right time anyway. Maybe wait until a more special moment, when we wee more established, to give him the honour of being my first kiss.

“Uhm, so yeah, I’ll send you a text tonight, and we’ll talk later?”

I rubbed the back of my head, looking down at my shoes to get a little bit of break from his gaze. What he did to me was almost unfair. He dazzled me, looked into my eyes until his chocolatey brown eyes were the only thing I could see, and pulled me out of the real world into a world where only us two existed.

“And if something happens, just call my name and I’ll be there,”

He winked. Peter Parker winked and it really wasn’t a good look on him but it was also kind of cute. Where he got the confidence from I was not sure, he was not the type to really radiate a lot of confidence, he was generally just kind of shy and awkward, but maybe this superhero stuff had gotten to him a little bit.

“I’ll be sure to do that.” I laughed, then gave him a short side hug.

As I walked out the doors, I couldn’t help the grin that was plastered on my face, and when I looked back through the glass doors, Peter was doing a really silly dance with an equally stupid grin on his face.

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18 december 2018

Ney: Anyone home???

Ney: ???

Ney: 😒

19 december 2018

Ney: Are you guys still alive????

Luis: No

Luis: Go to sleep it's 2 am

Ney: But I'm bored

Luis: Then SLEEP.

Ney: you are such a grandpa🤦🏽‍♂️

Luis: Bye

20 december 2018

Luis: Hey guys.. I have a question

Luis: I know I am asking about this for the 24284935th time but I really have to know

Phil: No, the pink permanent ink on your upperback does not show

Ney: PINK PERMANENT INK?!?? WHEN TF DID THAT HAPPEN???

Luis: 🤦🏻‍♂️Phil

Phil: 🙊🙊 sorry sorry

Ney: WHEN WHO AND WHY

Luis: 5 days ago. Gerard. Because he can

Ney: 🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂😂😂

Ney: HOW COME I AM JUST FINDING OUT ABOUT IT NOW!?!

Luis: Because you are 5 years old

Ney: 😒

Ney: What was you damn stupid question

Luis: Ah yes.. I just want to know

Luis:

Luis: What is this?!?!

Ney: Hair fashion💁🏽‍♂️💇🏽‍♂️. Something you clearly know nothing about abuelo👴🏻. I understand you have many questions.. I will allow 2

Leo: @Luis again with this??

Luis: It is my job, my obligation.. nay my duty to question his stupid life choices!

Leo: Let him do whatever he wants you will not get him to change.. You're wasting your time bro

Ney: Awwh Leo! Thank you! I knew you'd like it

Leo: Don't put words in my mouth kid. I did not say that

Luis: See @Ney not only me

Ney: Who asked you abuelo.. I was talking to Leo.

Leo: I am dealing with children I swear

Ney: @Phil you think it looks good don't you mano?

Ney: We youngsters have to stick together

Phil: Why are you dragging me into your battles. I told you right after you did it how I felt

Luis: And how did you feel Philippe?

Phil: I told him to give his head a rest.

Luis: HA!

Ney: The betrayal!! The deception..

Phil: I told you to not drag me into your battles I am not gonna lie to Leo and Luis.

Ney: Whimp..

Leo: Can we move on from this?

Phil: Gladly.. So how is this OTRO thing going?

Leo: It's quite fun

Luis: Yeah.. although I have to deal with broomhead again but it's all good

Ney: YOU SHOULD BE SO LUCKY

Luis: See.. even you think you have a broomhead

Ney: I.. I did not.. I hate you

Leo: Anyways.. yeah getting to know new people is nice. I'm happy with it.

Ney: Yeah it's awesome I got to see some old friends and by old I mean literally old @Luis and got to know new people. So much talent on this team.

Leo: Yeah and also Toni and Lieke added some different perspectives. It's amazing. Such talented ladies

Luis: Indeed.. and the Blaugrana blood being dominant.. another pro😉😏

Leo: Always😏

Ney: Yeah... right..

Phil: Well that's great!

Ney: Now about the pink permanent ink?

Luis: drop it.

Ney: Never.. I cannot believe you are still being punished😂😂😂

Luis: har har har very funny

Ney: what's it been so far.. blue hair dye, blue powder in the face, permanent pink ink.. wow

Phil: Oh and more

Ney: THERE'S MORE?!?!?!?

Luis: Philippe for the love of God!!

Phil: Sorry I thought he knew!

Luis:🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️

Leo: Yes but we are not gonna talk about all the 12 other things now.

Ney: TWELVE?!!

Luis: Thanks a lot Leo

Leo: oops

Luis: yeah yeah.. oops

Ney: Spill!!!!

Luis: No!

Ney: Coward!!🐓🐓

Luis: Let it go. We are done with this

Ney: I am not letting you sleep tonight until you tell me about all of them

Luis: For crying out loud😩😩😩😩😩

Ney: S P I L L

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spoookiepie · 6 years

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Hey it’s me cha girl here to talk about Digimon games

Cause like, BOY DO I HAVE OPINIONS. We just got the announcement trailer fro Digimon Survive and it looks... fine? It looks fine. Far be it from me to judge it too much based off tiny snippets in an announcement trailer, but everything shown looks... just fine.

But not like... amazing.

It looks like the battles at least will be grid, turned based, so Fire Emblem-esque. I can’t say I’m excited about that, but I bet some people are. But if I’m being honest that just... really doesn’t feel like it fits the Digimon brand. The rigid turn based stuff never really did, even less so with the even more tightly controlled grid system here.

And look, I have a soft spot for the Digimon game series. (Not ALL of them, mind you. But enough of them) But even at their best, the series has always felt like it was about 5 years behind. Even at it’s best, it’s felt a little bit cheap. Even at it’s best, and with all the love I have for certain entries into the franchise, even I can’t really say I think there’s a truly amazing game in there.

The series need a huge overhaul, is what I’m saying. In this essay I will

Problem 1; It’s a huge thematic and mechanical mess.

If I asked you what the basic core themes and mechanics of the Pokemon franchise were, you could easily rattle off the game play and battle system, the themes of friendship, and adventure, and something about ‘Catching them all’. This would hold true for every main-line entry into the franchise, differing only on the spin-offs. (these themes and ideas also carry over to the show, an important point I’ll get to later) The same could be said if I asked you about Mario, or Zelda, or Fallout. Even the Final Fantasy games, for as old and varied as they are, carry SOME core ideas - that being that they’re generally all going to be long, epic games, with emphasis on characters and story, set in pseudo fantasy worlds, and having some form of an RPG battle system. (again only straying from this in spin offs).

The Digimon games though? Not so much. Remove the actual Digimon from the first three games, and they’d be practically unrecognizable from each other. The first is a semi-open world (about as open as many PS1 era games could be), where you have a single Digimon who you essentially have to take care of, similar to the Tamagatchi-like toys the series started as in the first place. Battles are real-time and you have p minimal control over what the Digimon actually does. Meanwhile the second game is a slow dungeon crawler, with strict, 1v1 to 3v3 turn-based battles. No open Digital World, no Digimon care taking. The DW3 goes for an isometric, pixel style game, with 1v1 battles (which ARE in 3D?), and attempts to have a more robust story and host of characters. And the series just continues to spin off from there.

For visual comparison alone, check out the first 3 games of the Digimon series to the first 5 of Pokemon. These are aesthetics alone.

(pokemon image via http://www.neoseeker.com/news/23873-pokemon-then-and-now-see-17-years-of-video-game-evolution-in-a-single-comparison-image/)

Basically, there is no “core” to the Digimon games, outside of the mascots themselves. It makes the franchise as a whole feel disjointed, and it means you never really know what you’re getting when you go to play a new one. While you certainly don’t want a franchise to get old and stale, you also shouldn’t be re-inventing the wheel every single time either, cause it stops looking like innovation, and starts looking more like you don’t know what you’re about.

Problem 2; They feel cheap.

It pains me to say, but almost every aspect of Digimon games feels like it’s just a step under what it should be. Everything is aggressively just ok. The voice acting (if the game has it) is nothing of note, especially in the dubs. And the weak dialogue certainly doesn’t help.

The art and characters designs are... also just ok. The main characters in the first handful of games are aggressively generic, to the point that the ones from 2 and 3 are basically the same model. Once the games started to stray from the style of the show, the designs started to get even weaker, and the already flimsy visual design fell apart even more. (Some of the better character designs came out of Digimon Story Lost Evolution, which OOPS, never came state side) Say what you want about the character design of the original show but this

is a pretty recognizable art style and way of character design. Like Pokemon, it’s simple, but distinct unto itself. I could easily pick this style out of a lineup.

Whereas these?

Well... yeah. Not so much. I don’t even dislike the bottom two, from Digimon World Next Order (and in actual technique alone, they’re all solid). But, I also can’t say the style is terribly distinct, or what I would look at and immediately recognize next to a whole host of other anime and light novel illustrations.

The writing (when there is much of a story) is lackluster. And no, I will never understand the people who say Cyber Sleuth was great, and had a great story and writing. I just have to imagine, if Cyber Sleuth is the bar, then they’ve never picked up a Persona game. Or many RPGs/visual novels. Or... many games in general. I found it’s characters, story, and tropes all rather predictable, and nothing struck me as particularly clever. Meanwhile, Next Order had your p run of the mill but otherwise vapid ‘save the world from the Big Bad(c)’ story. Again, a bit predictable and cliche, and mostly there to move the game along.

Everything just feels a little... meh. A little like everyone didn’t put their all into the games. It feels like the studio is banking on fans buying their stuff through sheer nostalgia, rather than really putting their all behind the games. Again, even for the entries that I personally love. And that’s a shame.

Problem 3; They have very little connection to their anime counterpart.

Look, I get it. These are games, not the anime. This isn’t Pokemon, where the two have to be hand-in-hand almost all the time. And I certainly don’t want to just recreate the show in the games, or vice versa, hereby rendering one redundant.

But

I’d argue that the vast majority of Digimon fans, are fans of the anime first, and their love of the spin off stuff like the games comes after. There will be exceptions of course, but the Digimon show is the most well known and well loved part of the franchise. And the games really don’t feel like they reflect much of that. They’re a whole beast unto themselves, and not necessarily in a good way.

For a show that so heavily emphasizes friendship and bonds, you spend a lot of time in the games alone. And characters are often written lack luster and one-dimensional, giving you very little reason to care about them. They feel oddly lonely. For a show that so heavily emphasizes the special bond between a tamer and their unique, special Digimon partner, the Digimon you get in the games are frankly... disposable.

Hell, even the Digital World itself doesn’t always make an appearance in the games. I’d argue the Digital World is a vital component of the Digimon franchise and universe. It’s so unique, it’s practically a character unto itself. And to just throw it out feels like a whole part of the franchise is missing.

So, how would I start addressing some of these problems?

Before I begin, let me just say, I’m not a game designer. I’m judging this with an outside perspective, so take this with a grain of salt. But, I’m also not a newcomer to game OR the show, and have spent a chunk of my time analyzing both. I also tend to study up on design in my spare time for fun, so I’m also not completely talking out of my ass here.

1; Consistency and Vision.

So, for starters, the Digimon games need to buckle down and figure out what their core is. Figure out your themes, your mechanics, your visual style, and what are core concepts to your franchise, beyond just the Digimon themselves. These are ideas that will be carried throughout your series. This is your core, you theme, and your vision. You can tweak things, by all means. But when I set your games out on the table, SOMETHING needs to bind them all and make them a collection. Pokemon games are still Pokemon games, even when you ignore the Pokemon themselves. Persona games are still Persona games without the Persona. A Mario game is still a Mario game when you remove the plumber himself. Art style, themes, mechanics, and world building all amount to this. What - beyond just the Digimon - makes a Digimon game?

Personally, I’d like to see these things gravitate to a more Digimon World 1/3/Next Order style. I want an emphasis on exploration of the Digital World and more freedom than the likes of Digimon World 2/4/Cyber Sleuth had.

But either way, the game’s need to figure out what they are. Stop trying to re-invent the wheel every time, and please stop trying to copy whatever another popular game did 5 years before.

And also for the love of God, this is Digimon. Stop designing characters like this

If you want to appeal to a more “mature” audience, trying actually doing something smart, than resorting to T&A.

2; Figure out where to put the budget

Now, I can bet what some people are gonna say.

“Digimon is a smaller franchise than those you keep comparing it to! It doesn’t have the budget to be a huge title like those!”

And yeah, I get it. Digimon doesn’t have the kind of money Pokemon, or Final Fantasy, or Persona have. But money also doesn’t a good game make.

Once devs have figured out what’s core to their series (see; step 1), then that’s how they need to plan out where to put their budget. Is exploration one of your core themes? Budget needs to go towards the world and map design. Is it in the characters and story? Splurge on your writing team. Right now, the games feel like they’re all a bit lackluster in every department. Frankly, I’d be ok with one aspect being cut down a bit more, to make the other core parts really shine. I don’t need 100+ different playable Digimon, for example. Take some of those out and put the resources elsewhere maybe.

3; Hire better writers

Look, I’m just gonna say it. Your writing needs to be a core thing you splurge some budget on ok? I don’t expect the best of the best, epic story telling from a Digimon game, but at least try to reach the same level of writing the original show did maybe.

THAT SAID; I’d also move away from the talking head/visual novel style of story telling and cut scenes. I’m talking THIS kind of dialogue, btw

Games like Persona, Phoenix Wright, and Danganronpa can get away with it because they have A++ stellar writing. (2 of them HAVE TO since they’re visual novels, and the writing is the core of what they are. Also, ONCE AGAIN, these three games have very distinct character and visual design, that are a delight to look at)

Digimon? While I say you NEED - DESPERATELY NEED - better writers, you’re not quite here yet, where a talking head alone is enough to keep me entertained.

I’d rather see you’re characters moving and doing stuff while they talk. Have fully rendered cut scenes, and do a little more showing than telling. Again, you’ll have to budget for this, but I think it’s worth it. (also, you don’t have to have Final Fantasy level models if you just have solid character and visual design I WILL NOT LET THIS POINT GO) Seriously. The Digital World is one worth seeing in motion, not in static back and forth exposition dumps.

4; Seriously just include the Digital World

Like I said before, the Digital World is one of the most unique worlds I’ve seen in media. To. Date. It is a perfectly weird and whimsical synthesis between the natural and the man-made. It is a perfect visual representation for what it is; An AI built world, that attempted to grow organically out of completely inorganic data created by humans from all over the world.

That is a world of endless possibilities and I want to see it.

Without the Digital World, the franchise feels a bit more hollow. The whole adventure in the original show was in the kids being sucked into a new world! A world that was exciting, and new, and weird, and whimsical, and yeah, a bit scary and even dangerous. If we’re not in the Digital World, then we’re just... in Tokyo, basically. But with some Digimon.

5. The Digimon need to be characters

Okay. Here’s... where’ I’ll probably upset the most people who are fans of the games.

You should only get one -maybe two- Digimon partners and ONLY their basic digivolution trees ok!

You got Palmon? Well, ok, you ONLY have Palmon, and her evolution tree up to Lilymon. Maybe Rosemon if we feeling fancy. She does not have branching trees. She does not DNA digivolve. She does not return to an egg, and re-hatch as a new baby lv Digimon. You just. Have. Palmon. Or Agumon. Or Veemon. Or whoever you choose/or is that game’s Digimon.

Why make this limitation? Two reasons. 1. Less resources used on modeling, stat designing, and programing 100+ Digimon partners. Cut down on the amount of Digimon you can have as a partner, and the more resources and time can be put elsewhere.

2. More importantly, the Digimon partners need to be characters. The show gave huge emphasis to the fact that each partner and their Digimon had a special bond. It was special because it was unique. One person for one Digimon, each with their own unique personality and bond. There might be plenty of Agumon out there, but this one was Tai’s Agumon. He had his own personality, his own likes and dislikes. He was special. In contrast, the Digimon in the games are completely disposable. They have no personality, if they even talk at all. And oh, don’t want Tentomon? No worries, just digivolve him to something else or wait till he dies and hatch a different egg! It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter.

And for a show that made me so desperately want my own, unique, soul bound monster friend, that’s... really kinda sad.

So yeah, limit what Digimon you can have, and really, really write them as their own special, unique characters. And have them bound to their trainer. Want to allow your players to choose from multiple Digimon? I have a solution. Choose your trainer. Give your players the choice between 3-5 characters to choose from. You’ll be choosing that character and their stats, along with their unique Digmon and their stats. And hey, if you wanna go above and beyond, make these trainers actual characters with personalities too, who may change the course of the story, or at least the flavor, depending on who you picked. If we use Digimon Adventure for example. Your story and stats may vary greatly depending on if you chose to play as Matt and Gabumon, or Sora and Biyomon. Maybe you could go an Octopath traveler route, and have all the characters potentially converge. Or, maybe a Seiken Densetsu 3 route, where you choose 3 of six potential characters, and your story will differ depending on which you chose, and which of those three you picked as your main.

Either way, really emphasize these characters and their bonded Digimon. This isn’t Pokemon after all, right? So why have an emphasis on how many Digimon you can obtain?

Anyway, that’s my thesis on where to at least start in fixing the jumbled mess that is the Digimon game franchise. Many of these are opinions, yes, but I hope you can at least understand where I’m coming from with most of them. And hey, I guess we’ll see what the new game has in store for us.

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basicallybree · 5 years

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hold on, i still want you || bryder

WHO: Bree Brown & Ryder Lynn @goldenchildlynn

WHEN: Friday, November 23

WHERE: a local coffee shop and then a nearby park in Castleport

WHAT: oops. we. did it again.

WARNINGS: spoiler alert, cheating

BREE:

The drink in front of her was practically room temperature, barely touched like the dinner Bree had sat through the night before. Her stomach was in knots, had been pretty much ever since Ryder had agreed to meet up with her. And for what, a conversation they had played out countless times before? Something about it felt different, however -- maybe it was her willingness to admit that him being back in Castleport had brought more than just what ifs to the surface. At times it seemed like a constant loop in her head, one that Jordan was beginning to pick up on. So she knew that this meeting had to settle things once and for all (one way or another).

Every time the bell above the door chimed she glanced up, this time feeling her breath catch just a bit as Ryder walked into the cafe. “Hey, stranger,” she called out, a hesitant smile on her face despite the spike in anxiety that seemed to raced through her chest. “I’d ask if you had a good Thanksgiving, but judging by the fact that it wasn’t nearly as dramatic as Halloween, I’d say that’s a given.” Getting up she threw away her neglected coffee, stuffing her hands in her pockets for something to do with them instead.

RYDER:

This was closure, at least that's what he kept telling himself while pushing the rest of his thoughts to the back of his mind. Hunter said it was probably best to just cut things off, rip it up like a band-aid and be done with it. And to be honest, that was probably for the best right? The last thing Ryder wanted was to be a homewrecker, to have some dude try and fire him up just because Bree got bored and wanted some blast from the past, so what had to be done had to be done....right? Rolling his shoulders back, he stress ate himself into a coma the day before, met with family who were still at the house after he'd slept in (which was rare for him) and then headed to the local coffee shop that he knew pretty well from the past visits.

Sweater tight on his chest, he could feel his heart pounding as he grabbed the door and pulled it open, greeted with the familiar ring of a bell as he glanced over to see her sitting there. He couldn't help but offer a smile as he heard her greeting, walking over as he laughed under his breath, "Yeah, nothing can really top that gossip girl type of reveal. I had a good Thanksgiving, my mom loves to cook so...pretty much ate everything in sight. Home cooked meals go unbeat compared to the stuff I have to eat in LA." Ryder joked before motioning to the coffee bar, "I'm gonna grab something, do you want another drink??"

BREE:

She smiled softly, listening to him adore his mother like he always did. Although Bree knew from personal experience that he was right -- no one cooked a meal like her. “And a good meal is basically what Thanksgiving’s about, it seems.” Shaking her head a little she took a few steps toward the counter, standing near where the drink would be handed off since there was no line at that moment. “Nah, I’m fine. That first one was pretty much full anyway,” she reassured him, leaning against the wall with one boot propped up against it. Her eyes roamed over Ryder as he turned to the girl behind the counter, not missing the way her grin widened and they both laughed a little at something. Always the charmer, and it was like he knew that the sweater he was wearing fit him snugly and perfectly.

Lips pressing together as he made his way to wait for the drink she cleared her throat, as if to indicate that she hadn’t been doing anything besides waiting for him. It felt awkward at first, like Bree had suspected it would the first time that they saw each other again. But this was far from that, their first meeting seeming almost effortless in comparison. Which may have been part of the reason why they were in this situation now. “I’m really glad you offered to meet with me,” she admitted softly, not wanting anyone to overhear as she met his gaze.

RYDER:

He'd always been a momma's boy, mostly because his father was a nightmare and his mother was a dream. She comforted him, she believed in him, and most of all she never looked at him differently for anything he'd done. She loved her endlessly, and for that he was forever grateful for his family, even if it was rough at times. "Without a doubt, I wouldn't have come all this way if it wasn't for that feast." Ryder explained with a small smile, only to raise a brow at her admission of the drink situation, "But you tossed it? What a waste, shameful of you Bree." He tutted his tongue, jokingly, before turning to the barista to order. Conversation with strangers was always easy to him, even though he vaguely recognized the females face behind the counter, they probably had a class together or something back in the day. After a few minutes, he handed her cash and put the additional change in the jar without hesitation before glancing back to Bree as they moved to where the drink would be handed off.

Her eyes on him didn't go unnoticed, he could feel them burning a hole into his frame, always very aware of when she was looking at him. Hands tucking into his pockets, he leaned against the bar and kept his gaze on her for a moment as she spoke softly to him. "Yeah, no, of course..." Ryder began, nodding slowly before hearing his coffee called out, grabbing it with a quick thanks before motioning to a table by the window, "Let's sit while this cools off." He explained as he slid into the seat, pursing his lips together as he thought of what to say, "I'm glad we're talking in person. Texts just come across so different, plus, I feel like we can finally talk you know?? Like adults or whatever, which is so weird to say isn't it?" There's a small laugh following his words as he shook his head, blowing into the top hole of his coffee cup to cool it off.

BREE:

It was ironic, considering the fact that they had at one point decided not to talk to each other at all and now here they were, sitting down across a table from each other. Bree tried not to read too much into it, but she had been so determined not to let him shut her out (like she did to him so long ago) that she couldn’t help but realize that this was important to her. Ryder was important to her, no matter how much she tried to push the fact aside or forget about it. Looking at him now made that seem impossible, the soft smile still settled on her face without consciously thinking about it. “Yeah, I know what you mean. But for a while there, I wasn’t sure you would even agree to this,” she admitted, picking at a chip on the table with her fingernail.

RYDER:

Honestly the last time they spoke, he thought it was the last of it. Seeing her again at the Halloween situation was hard enough, but they hadn't really said a word to one another, now however it was just the two of them. No one else to turn to, no where else to run, and Ryder swallowed his pride yet again to try and figure out what was going on in Bree's head. Taking a swig of his drink, he welcomed the warmth as it spread along his chest, Castleport's weather was getting colder and compared to LA, he was downright freezing until this coffee even with the sweater he was sporting. Looking over his expression, that soft smile automatically made one pull slightly at the corner of his own mouth, "Oh c'mon, I have awful self control remember?" Ryder joked with a shrug as he settled back in his seat, "Besides, this is important to me."

BREE:

“What? You? Self-control? I hardly even hear those in the same sentence,” Bree teased, her head nodding a little in agreement. And in this case, once again, it had worked out for her. Was she taking advantage of the fact that she had known Ryder so well? Probably, but to get him where he was right now, looking at him that way, she couldn’t bring herself to care. “Yeah, it’s important to me, too.” Almost a whisper, she wasn’t even sure he had heard her as she forced herself to look back up at him. Were they really going to have this conversation in a coffee shop? It seemed so...public, even if she knew it was naive to think that people actually cared enough about them to pay attention to what they were saying. Still, even just talking about what she was really feeling was hard for Bree, which played a large part in her hesitation before she continued. “You’re important to me, Ryder,” she started, swallowing hard as she looked at the ceiling for a moment. “Now, I mean. If anything, you being back here more has made me realize that, and it was so hard thinking that we might never talk like this again.”

RYDER:

A small chuckle fell past his lips at her words, rolling his eyes as he shook his head, "Because they don't go together, trust me I'm very aware of that." He agreed with another sip of his coffee, fingers skimming along the side of the cup absentmindedly. It was so easy to fall back into conversation with her, which he knew was bad for him. Hell, he knew that meeting with her was probably bad for him. The last thing he needed was to be seen as a homewrecker, his golden boy appearance was slowly getting tarnished, first with the Rachel situation, and then with the grade changing thing brought to life. Still, it was like he couldn't help himself to see her now after all the years of her being out of his life. Pursing his lips together, he glanced down at the table, nodding slowly, "You know you're important to me too, always have been." He felt a pair of eyes on him, glancing to the side to see someone he'd been in an algebra class with...damn, some people really didn't leave this shit hole town. "You wanna get out of here? We can talk and walk, might be a bit better?"

BREE:

She wasn’t sure what had prompted Ryder’s sudden aversion to the place, but Bree sure as hell wasn’t going to argue with him. “Yeah, yes please. Let’s get out of here.” Reaching behind her quickly for her coat she buttoned it up, tying the knot around the belt as she walked towards the door with purpose. Although the chill in the air that hit her as she walked out made her rethink for only a moment, squaring her shoulders as she pulled her scarf a little tighter. Now it was just the two of them, and although she thought it would have been a relief, it almost seemed too intimate that way. Or maybe Bree just needed to tell herself to get a grip -- she knew how this conversation was supposed to go. Almost as a subconscious reminder she twirled her wedding ring on her finger a few times before reaching into her pockets to grab gloves. Turning back to Ryder she waited to see which direction he wanted to head in, figuring that the nearby park would be their best option. “I just felt like I couldn’t sit in there, y’know? Like people were too...cheerful. I don’t know.” Her nose wrinkled as if it was something negative, shaking her head just slightly.

RYDER:

He didn't want people gossiping, the town was small enough as it was, and with eyes on the once high school kind and queen....it was just something he thought didn't need to be pried into, especially with what needed to be discussed. Hearing her eager agreement made a small laugh fall from his lips, nodding as he stood and motioned to the door. It was cool out, but his knit sweater was fair enough to keep him warm alongside his coffee, holding the door open for Bree before following her out. His gaze shifted around, knowing the small park was in walking distance as he began to lead her that direction before glancing back over to her, "It was crowded. Plus you know people love local town gossip, turning a mountain from a mole hill." He said with a sigh following suit as he took another swig, smiling a bit, "Being cheerful in the holiday season? How dare they!"

BREE:

“And you’re a celebrity here, let’s be honest. Castleport doesn’t see much of those.” Bree shot him a look, one of her signature ones, at his sarcasm, although there was a smile on the edges of her lips to soften it. “You know what I mean! It’s like some cheesy Hallmark movie.” She couldn’t resist sneaking in another look at him, knowing it wasn’t helping the situation but at the same time unable to help herself. “I don’t know where to start…” she admitted, knowing they had talked about having this conversation in person but finding it much more difficult to do so in the moment. He was doing what was right, moving on, and here she was, dragging him back into the drama that was their small town. And her life, which was deeper than she wanted to think about right now. “I’m sorry if you thought I was playing games with you,” she told him, air quotes accentuating the words. “Because I’m not, and I didn’t mean to come across that way. I’m just...confused.”

RYDER:

"Celebrity? Me? Pfffft, keep feeding my ego there Bree." It was weird to think about, another pressure of upholding the town's name seeing as he was one of the few to make it out and become a 'big deal' in a field that was deemed famous. Still, right now with Bree, it was like he didn't have to be that guy. So he dismissed it, free hand tucking into the pocket of his jeans as he took yet another swig of his coffee. "No, I get it, but it's still funny to poke fun." Ryder explained with a smirk, eyes going back to the scenery around him. As much as he loved LA's sunshine and beaches, it didn't have the seasons Castleport offered, and he honestly could say he missed it. As she began speaking, he listened and pursed his lips together as he nodded slowly because he understood it was sort of difficult to start a conversation like this. Finally his gaze came back to her, noting the air quotes and finishing off his coffee before tossing it in a trash bin they passed. "Confused. Trust me, I understand that, I was just as confused when you were texting me that stuff." He murmured, brain racking up the right things to say here, "It's just, after all these years of being pushed away, that sudden switch up really messed with my head I think..."

BREE:

She did it without even meaning to, which was rare for Bree, considering the only ego she was typically worried about was her own. It had been a constant in their relationship, and it brought a genuine smile to her face as she shook her head at him a little. Without even realizing it they had slowed down, as if the heaviness of the conversation was weighing on them and she needed to make sure her full attention was focused on that. Not on the way Ryder looked at her, or the way she could still feel his arms around her even when it had been weeks since the two had been anywhere close to each other. Clearing her throat she bit down on her bottom lip, nodding at his words. “Yeah, and I can keep apologizing for the pushing you away part until the end of time, you know that. I think it just...everything caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting to -- feel so much seeing you again. I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” The last part was almost whispered, an admission she hadn’t intended on making but it slipped out all the same, her gaze darting to the ground as she shifted her weight back and forth.

RYDER:

The air was crisp around them, slightly tense but masked with the autumn breeze that was in a way comforting. When it came to Bree, she'd always stood out among the masses. Even now, after the string of women in his life, she still held his attention in the depths of his mind. That's why he was here after all, even if he wanted to blame it on having to have this talk, he just couldn't stay away from her if he was given the chance to see her. Hands stuffed into his pockets, he listened to her as he slowly came to a stop, leaning against a tree near him as he looked at her straight on now. Her words made his stomach flip and he couldn't tell if it was due to butterflies or fear, but either way he nodded slowly, "And you know I've never stopped thinking about you..." Ryder assured her, nibbling on his bottom lip before sighing, hand coming to rub the back of his neck now, "But, things are different now. It's not a simple I miss you and that fixes everything, we both know that."

BREE:

Even if he had told her those words many times before, her heart still picked up at the sound of them again. His nervous habit made Bree want to reach out and interlock their fingers, a habit of her own she had developed whenever she noticed Ryder doing it. But he was right, it wasn’t that simple, even if part of her wished that it could be. Despite the fact that she was finally allowing herself to be honest with him, she couldn’t let herself think about the implications of it. Her marriage, Jordan, what that all meant (or didn’t) mean to her at the admissions for her ex standing in front of her. That could all be dealt with later, pushing it to the back of her mind like she had done with so many things before. Things that hadn’t meant to be put there. “I know. And all I’m probably doing now is screwing things up more.” Her eyes met his almost pleadingly, taking a slow step closer. “I just...I didn’t want you think that I don’t want you to be a part of my life. Because I do. Probably more than I should.”

RYDER:

Things were so complicated now, it was like they just kept on having the same conversation, except this time Bree was letting him in a bit more. But the thing that still stood true was that she was married, she was someone else's wife, and that alone was a constant reminder that things were not simple when it came to the two of them. Hunter telling him often to just let it go, but it wasn't like Ryder Lynn to roll over and give up. So here he stood, fingers fumbling nervously through his hair as he thought of what to say. Anything that didn't put her in a position that made things even more messy than they were already. Pursing his lips into a line, he glanced down at his feet for a moment as he took a deep breath, "I'm just glad you're being honest with me. Or even talking to me without it just being some run in by accident..." He murmured, eyes casting back to her when she stepped closer, practically feeling a chill roll down his spine as he looked over her face, "Bree, I---I don't know what you want me to say." His voice was soft as he had his eyes locked on hers now that she was looking at him like that, hand falling back to his side, "You already know me, you know how I feel, but you also know that this isn't....that this shouldn't be happening."

BREE:

“I’m not expecting you to say anything, Ry, to have the answers. Because I sure as hell know that I don’t.” Bree swallowed hard at the look on his face, feeling slightly breathless in that moment. Just the two of them, standing in front of each other with no other conversations they could overhear. No one around them, judging them or, to be honest, revealing life changing secrets. Just them. The urge to grab him and tug him close was almost overwhelming, hands clenching together at her sides to keep from doing just that. “Can we not talk about what we should or shouldn’t be doing right now?” she questioned, stepping forward so she was practically right in front of him. Close enough that she was worried Ryder could somehow hear her heart racing, how her breathing had picked up with it. She didn’t necessarily mean anything by her words, not intentionally, at least. For once the girl just wanted to give into it all, so tired of fighting for so long and holding up the walls that weren’t quite as steady as she once thought. “This doesn’t have to be anything at all…” she trailed off, leaning in just enough to press her lips to his, softly at first in the face of possible rejection.

RYDER:

He decided to stay quiet for a moment, because at this point, all the confidence of them talking this out was being shaken up by her getting closer to him. Granted that there had been tension there since the moment they laid eyes on each other again, but he figured it was just on his end, after all she was the one who went off and found someone else. She got married, did the whole thing, and didn't even send him a thank you text when he texted her the day of her wedding with a somewhat congratulations. He was certain she had moved on from him, but this was ringing something else true. She did have feelings for him still, he could see it in her eyes as he looked down at her. Nodding slowly at her next question, he licked his lips only out of reflex when she stepped even closer, "Yeah....uh, that's fine." His voice was barely above a whisper, seemingly under whatever spell she had over him, she'd always had this hold over him that left him at her mercy. This was wrong, it was so wrong, and he knew that. But yet, she pushed up on her toes and her lips met his in a soft connection that had him breathing out lowly through his nose, pulling back only for a moment to look over her face. His mind was telling him not to, practically screaming at this point, yet he grabbed her by the small of her back and pulled her back in with a crash of his lips against hers.

BREE:

That was it, she had screwed everything up. Even more than they already were, which Bree hadn’t even been sure was possible. But when he pulled back from her she inhaled sharply, already preparing herself to walk away and act like this entire thing had never happened. The next thing she knew though Ryder had tugged her even closer, almost gasping into his mouth at the surprise of it all. Her arms automatically reached up to wind around his neck, going on her tiptoes as if that would somehow minimize the space between them. It didn’t take long for her to deepen the kiss, fingers tangling in the hair at the back of his neck as if to say that she wasn’t going to let go. She didn’t want to let go, completely overwhelmed by the whole thing in the best way possible. “I’ve missed you,” she admitted quietly as she pulled back to take a breath, not bothering to open her eyes. This was what she had needed, no overanalysis of anything or regard for the consequences (at this moment, at least). Just Ryder, right where he was keeping her right where she was in his arms.

RYDER:

So many questions were going around his mind, but the main one was, why was he doing this? Or better yet, why was she doing this? He'd thought about her marriage before, speculated that she wasn't entirely happy in it, or maybe she was and just wanted to revisit the past. However it was hard to focus on anything when she gasped into his mouth, memories flooding him in tsunami like waves, fingers tightening in the grasp at her shirt along the dip of her back. His whole body felt on fire despite the chill in the air, mind hazy as he felt her slender fingers run up the back of his neck and thread into his hair, the kiss deep and passionate and so wrong that it felt right in a way. The tension had been undeniable, and for a moment he was actually glad they weren't at her place or his or somewhere more private because his lack of self control in this moment was astounding when he'd just planned to tell her they should just keep things on a minimal talk basis. But now his lips were melted with hers, and as she pulled away, he kept his eyes closed and his hands still on her waist. "I've literally been waiting for you to say that....for so long." He breathed out, nose nudging hers for a moment as he stayed there, breathing her in.

BREE:

His hands on her sent shivers down her spine, pushing herself up against him so there wasn’t an inch of space between the pair. The ease of it all made it impossible not to give into, the simple action of his nose against hers making her feel like she wanted to cry. Which would completely ruin the moment, and Bree didn’t cry, damn it. It almost just felt like a relief to be this close to Ryder again, finally opening her eyes as she reached up to run a finger under them quickly. Just in case. And the sight of him right in front of her, the expression on his own face didn’t help matters either when it mirrored exactly what she was feeling. Instead of giving herself the opportunity the girl leaned in to kiss him again, which is what she wanted to do the most right now, anyway. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmured in between kisses, reaching one arm down so that her purse slid off of it with a soft thud onto the ground before it settled back on his chest, grabbing onto his sweater tightly. “We really shouldn’t be doing this.” The conviction behind her words was minimal, her actions completely contradicting them as she had no intention of moving away anytime soon.

RYDER:

With her flush to him, his body was practically doing all of the talking without any type of rational thinking, that part of his brain going dark from the moment she moved in and kissed him. She really did have this hold over him, even after the endless string of women in his life, his focus now only on her, like there wasn't anyone else but her in the moment. Hands still pressed to her lower back, fingers gripping at her sweater to make sure this was really happening, his eyes remained closed. His nose lightly brushing hers as he felt a tightness in his chest, because it hurt like hell to know this wasn't going to last, that this was only complicating things more and more. Yet, she tilted her face up, another kiss that made him weak in the knees as his brows knit together, lips capturing hers with every press her gave him between words. "I know." He whispered back, but even if he knew, he wasn't moving away. The sound of her purse hitting the ground not even registering, his ears were ringing, sound muffled almost other than her voice. Her grip to his chest making him sigh out through his nose as he nodded, hands running from her back to her waist as he gripped the area slightly, "Bree..." Ryder's voice practically shook as he pressed his forehead to hers, "W-What are we doing?"

BREE:

She hadn’t actually been saying the words to protest, if anything it was just so that she could convince herself that she knew what they were doing was wrong. Even if it felt like anything but that. So when Ryder pulled back enough to speak, too far, in her opinion, she shook her head just a little, leaving their foreheads connected. “I don’t know,” Bree admitted honestly, nails scratching lightly at the back of his head where her hand was still wrapped. Did they really need a name for it though? An answer right then and there? Feeling a little deflated she dropped back down off of her toes, regretting the fact that it took her further away from him. But also feeling like maybe the space was what she needed, some air and a chance to clear her head. Not that it seemed to make any difference, both hands playing with the fabric of his sweater now. “I just wanted to do it, okay? I’ve wanted to do it for a long time now.” Things that he probably already knew, but it was all she could think of at the moment. She didn’t want to move out of his arms, too comfortable and familiar even with the unmistakable tension between them. Reaching up she let her fingers trace over his jawline softly, barely even touching it. “I would apologize, but I’m really not sorry.”

RYDER:

Breathing her in, the familiar scent of her perfume that seemingly hadn't changed, it was comforting yet frightening in a way. How they went from inseparable, to strangers, to being back in each other's arms like they were back in high school all over again. He kept his hands along the curve of her hips, thumbs pressing lightly into the space they occupied, "Okay good, because I don't know either." Ryder murmured, eyes fluttering closed as his skin crawled in the best way possible with her nails scratching at his head, goosebumps practically rising under the thick material of his sweater. As she dropped down to her feet and off her toes, he sighed under his breath as she got farther away, maybe he should've kept his mouth shut and kept it busy with her own but he couldn't not say something. "Okay, okay, yeah no it's okay." No it wasn't, and even as he said it, he wasn't convinced himself of the words he'd said. Fingers like magic on the curve of his face, ghosting along his skin, he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, "Is it bad that I'm not either? It is, right? I mean, you...you're, ya know." He looked at her fingers now, the gaze on her left finger in particular.

BREE:

It was much worse that she didn’t care about the repercussions at that moment than what Ryder was doing, considering he was single and free to do as he pleased. Quickly removing her left hand from his chest she shoved both of them in her pockets, as if hiding the evidence would make a difference. “Married, yeah. You can say it, Ry.” The hint of a smile settled on her face, looking up at him with wide eyes. Had this just royally fucked up everything? Yeah, there really wasn’t a doubt about that. The last thing Bree wanted him to do was move his hands from her, knowing it was beyond selfish of her to think that way. It wasn’t fair to him, to string him along, he had said it himself before. “It probably doesn’t say much about the two of us, no. We just...we shouldn’t let it happen again. Which shouldn’t be hard because you’ll be three thousand miles away and it won’t be so easy to just kiss you.” Her voice became slightly breathless at the end, fingers itching to reach out to him again.

RYDER:

He let his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he looked down at her when she pulled her hand back, instead shoving them into her pockets, leaving his skin tingling and crawling where they used to be. "I know...I just, I don't want to." Ryder murmured, clearing his throat as he awkwardly shifted on his feet, but he managed to let the tiniest of smiles settle in on his face. Why was he smiling right now? Why couldn't he help himself? He should be leaving, backing away from her and giving her even more space than was already settled between them, but he couldn't even move the hold he had on her hips for fear she was going to vanish again. And maybe after this she would, or perhaps he should this time. But right now, she was here with him. "Yeah, we shouldn't...let this happen again. Maybe it's best, if we do see each other again, it shouldn't be alone." He suggested, dropping his hands to his side now, that burning feeling on the tips of his fingers now.

BREE:

Lips pressing together (unfortunately against themselves this time instead of against Ryder’s) she let out a soft sigh, realizing now how difficult this all must have been for him. Hell, she had pushed any lingering feelings she had for him aside to put her entire focus on Jordan, but if he had just been waiting for something like this to happen? He was a much more patient person than Bree, which was something the pair knew already. “Yeah, you’re right. And I do want to see you again,” she admitted, resisting the urge to pout as he pulled his hands away, as well. Reaching down the girl grabbed her long forgotten purse, wondering how a simple coffee meet up had ended like this. Even if, at the same time, she had been hoping it may have ended like this. “Whenever you’re done with your season and decide to come visit home again.” Did he even consider Castleport home anymore? Bree had no idea, but she couldn’t resist leaning up on her tiptoes one last time to kiss him quickly before she left, her lips soft as she met his gaze for a long moment.

RYDER:

Now with her back in his life, it was hard to just let her go again. It was like a second chance, at what he wasn't sure, but it was still one nonetheless. Even if his lips were still tingling, his fingers feeling like they were on fire, he had to keep his distance. It wasn't a little known fact that he had bad impulse control, but with enough people around, he could keep himself under control. He had lucked out enough as it was not being entirely alone, what being in a semi public setting, had it been at her place or his...he couldn't count on himself not to have taken things a bit too far. "Good, I want to see you again too. You mean a lot to me." Ryder told her honestly, nodding slowly as he tucked his hands into his pockets when she picked up her purse. "I'll be back for the holidays, I'm sure." He assured her with a slow nod, eyes watching her every step, even as they neared towards him and he let his eyes flutter closed as she kissed him one last time. Everything was so confusing, but when they kissed it was like he didn't have to think. As she parted, he watched her walk away, pursing his lips together as he knew he'd have to think about what just happened. What the best move would be when it came to contacting her, all of that. And yet, he offered her a small smile, lifting a hand to wave bye before sighing under his breath, "Bye, Bree."

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