#a lot of people visited to say they're gonna miss him and that he always smiled at them when they walked by
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sitting in my grandpa's living room with my cousins eating baby biscuits and drinking pear juice. this is the food we bought for him in his last days because he didn't want to eat any food and those biscuits were the only thing he could eat. it feels very bittersweet to be here while he's not, he was here just three days ago. also we noticed that the two small birds he used to feed in front of his house still showed up even though he couldn't walk and give them bread crumbs anymore.
#he lived in front of a kindergarten and they brought a small note written by the kids there#because he'd always stand in front of his door and watch the kids and teachers go by so they were very familiar with him#a lot of people visited to say they're gonna miss him and that he always smiled at them when they walked by#i am gonna miss his stories too i would listen even if he said the same thing a thousand times#and i cried so much at the funeral function because i can't believe i lost both my#grandpas in the span of just a few months#it's so saddening :(
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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 ____'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞...
(A/N: Does not include Five)
𝑵𝒐. 1 , 𝑳𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 , 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒚
girl next door trope
knew you ever since childhood
loves you to death
so soft with you
he's such a gentlemen
pulls out chairs for you and holds doors for you
butttttt you have to deal with his daddy issues
he always comes to you crying whenever something happens
a sweetheart with you though
he's very awkward at comforting you
he likes to cook for you
he's such a good chef ngl
he loves cuddling
he literally is always cuddling you
likes to be big spoon, don't get me wrong he needs comfort
but
the idea of being able to protect you by being big spoon is so validating to him
he's too big to be little spoon anyway
that is literally his one purpose
if he found you during the 60s or something and he had to leave you he'd never stop talking about you
"I miss (Y/N)..."
"(Y/N) would've liked this.."
"Luther, they're gone."
fml sobbing why did I write that
anyway his one purpose is to love and protect you
𝑵𝒐. 2 , 𝑫𝒊𝒆𝒈𝒐 , 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏
very jealous
if he sees you with some guy who is flirting with you he will literally glare daggers into him
he will then proceed to walk over to you, sling an arm around your waist and pull you in for a kiss
he doesn't give a shit if anyone's watching
he talks shit about him siblings to you
"Luther thinks he's so much better than all of us-"
"Diego chill out."
oh my god when Viktor wrote that book
he
was
SEETHING
(no hate to viktor , viktor is baby)
the shit talk increased so much
he would not shut up about it
help diego would be such a simp for you
like I'm not joking
pure simp
in his eyes you are sweet innocent summer child who can do absolutely no wrong
stabbed someone?
pfft it was probably just an accident
he brings you to visit grace
omg it would be so cute
grace absolutely adores you
she always makes sly comments about how you and diego should get married
he goes redder than the colour red
he wouldn't tell anyone but he secretly loves the idea
he loves kissing your forehead
it's literally his favourite place
you and klaus are besties
he has to deal with you when klaus gets you drunk
"oh. my. god. im upside down."
"(Y/N), you're standing upright. we need to go home.
"... no"
he never gets drunk
fun squasher
he says his body's a temple
boring
youre his nurse
he always comes home injured and gets you to patch him up
he finds it hot
yes, he's bleeding out. yes, he finds you playing nurse to him hot.
priorities ig
he's so soft with you
would kill for you
he probably has
𝑵𝒐. 3 , 𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 , 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓
(refuse to make her evil so s3 allison will not be mentioned)
definitely gets you an acting job in one of her films
she buys you the fanciest stuff
literally you two have the best closet
and you have your own personal stylist
bc why not
you do interviews with her all the time
fans absolutely adore you
there's so many paparazzi pictures of you two together and they eat it up
especially if they include you being doting to claire even though she's not biologically your kid
omg her fans would absolutely love that
so would allison though
if she saw you reading claire a story or smth
her heart would just melt
she might cry ngl
her two favourite ppl in the world just being adorable
you're the cool parent to claire
both of you go to fancy parties and are the hottest couple
"Allison! (Y/N)! How does it feel knowing you're America's favourite couple!"
you're so flattered
allisons just like: yeah ik lmao
she kisses you a lot in public
she knows damn well people are gonna get pictures of it but she loves it
you watch her films with her a lot
if its a particularly old one, you make fun of it with her
"oh my god allison. why do you look like that."
"IT WAS THE STYLE."
she then proceeds to also make fun of it
you, her and claire go on lots of fancy days out
you may as well considering you're RICH
luther gets a bit jealous sometimes
you help her with her therapy
you comforted her when she custody of claire
you also fought alongside her to get her back
as soon as you do you're happier than ever
you are literally just the cutest family ahdhahfhaj
but then she loses you again when she goes to the 60's
she made it her life's purpose to get back to 2019 with the love of her life and claire
as soon as she accepts that it could take years upon years to reunite with you and claire she finds ray
she knew you'd be happy
but she also knew
she'd never truly move on
omg help I'm gonna start sobbing why do I do this to myself
𝑵𝒐. 4 , 𝑲𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔 , 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆́𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆
you help get him off of drugs
ben adores you
he likes that you're there to help klaus
and that you don't ever drop to his level and just do drugs with him
he also likes how you never shit talk him when klaus starts ranting about how annoying he is
klaus is a huge fan of PDA
he is obsessed with the idea of holding your hands
he is constantly touching you in one way or the other
whether it be holding your hand
or simply having a hand on your leg
it matters to him
and that's why you love it
sweet baby boi has so much love to give
he likes being little spoon
he just loves being in your arms
it helps with his nightmares
diego also approves of you
you've saved him from having to go out and look for klaus in the middle of the night in fear he's high or smth
klaus rants to you every so often
quite often you have to help him through panic attacks
he loves you sm
like he is so lovesick
if anyone were to ever ask about you
oh boy
he gets this lovesick look in his eyes
and then starts rambling about how enamored he is with you and how great you are
it's adorable
he's very clingy but in the best way possible
he matches outfits with you
never a dull moment with you two
often it's you trying to solve whatever problem klaus has somehow managed to conjure up
and klaus just being a devious little shit
but it doesn't matter cause you love him
sometimes he questions why you love him
it makes you cry whenever he asks
"(Y/N/N)..."
you hum in response
"why do you love me...?"
sobbing and you start listing all the reasons
and then he's sobbing
and then you're both sobbing
but anyway
he loves dancing with you
he doesn't care what song
it could be some crappy pop song that's somehow in the top hits
or some classical music that's centuries old
he really doesn't care
he likes spinning you around
he loves seeing how happy it makes you
klaus asks you the most random stuff at 3am
"... (Y/N"
"yeah"
"lawyers hope you get sued, doctors hope you get sick, cops hope you're criminal, mechanics hope you have car trouble, but only a thief wishes prosperity for you."
"... go to bed"
"never"
you poor thing
you never get any sleep because of how chatty he is at night
he hates being away from you
if he isn't near you he will start whining to ben
𝑵𝒐. 6 , 𝑩𝒆𝒏 , 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓
omg it took him ages to admit his crush on you
he's been crushing on you since you were like 12
when did he admit it?
when he was 18.
he likes reading to you
he loves seeing you get all relaxed at the sound of his voice
it makes him fall even more in love with you
he likes PDA but not that much
just a simple touch is enough for him
this boy blushes so easily
you'll brush his hand and he'll turn so pink
sometimes you'll just be sitting there doing nothing of note
and he'll be staring at you in adoration
he's in absolute awe of you
thinks you're the most adorable thing ever
much like diego
thinks you can do no wrong
you're his sweet, precious girl
he knows everything about you off by heart
from your favourite colour
to your mums favourite song
you thinks it's endearing
he loves holding your hand
playing with your hair is one of his favourite things to do
don't get me wrong he likes when you do it to him
but he much prefers when he does it to you
he finds it really relaxing
he's usually pretty closed off about his childhood but he trusts you
sometimes when something that triggers a bad memory happens he goes to you to rant
he doesn't know what he'd do without you
you're literally his life
omg
when you kiss his nose
he just melts
it's the most adorable thing
he's so good at cheering you up
no matter if its something minor or major
he's always amazing at getting you back to your usual self
he loves taking you on cute little dates
he reads you poetry he wrote
omg he deffo writes a piece of poetry about how much he loves you
omg help this is so cute
overall he's a simp
and it suits him
𝑵𝒐. 7 , 𝑽𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒓 , 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑽𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒏
viktors a sweetheart
he gives you private violin shows
he also rehearses in front of you to see what you think
he tries to get you to critique him
if you don't play violin, you probably just say its all perfect
if you do, you probably give him little tips on areas to work on
you go on little dates to watch the sunset
he has to be little spoon
he just needs some comfort
just needs to be wrapped in your arms and feel safe
poor guy has been through so much
sometimes he gets mad memories of the incident with allison and you have to calm him down
he wouldn't get jealous
he'd just get rlly insecure :(
if he saw someone flirting with you he'd just get a bit sad
he would think the worst and think that you would want to leave him for them :(((
poor bby
opens up to you about how bad his childhood was
sometimes he regrets writing the book
you have to reassure him that it's okay and they don't hate him for it
sure, they did, but not anymore
klaus thinks you two are adorable together
you've got quite a few polaroids of the two of you together
he has them on those little string lights above your bed
he keeps at least one in his pocket at all times
he does that thing where you check if you still have something valuable and it's so cute for some reason
and when he checks and its still there it puts this small little smile on his face
omg it's just shfjsjfjsjf
you take care of him when he's sick
he hates it bc he feels bad that you have to take care of him
but deep down he loves it and will treasure those memories forever
but he'd do the exact same thing if you were sick
whenever you buy him something he always feels bad if he didn't get you something
"Vik it's okay! you didn't have to get me anything,"
"NO ITS NOT I NEED TO GO GET YOU SOMETHING RIGHT NOW."
it's absolutely adorable
Taglist: @book-place
#tua#the umbrella academy#umbrella academy#tua x reader#the umbrella academy x reader#umbrella academy x reader#luther hargreeves#luther hargreeves x reader#diego hargreeves#diego hargreeves x reader#allison hargreeves#allison hargreeves x reader#klaus hargreeves#klaus hargreeves x reader#five hargreeves#five hargreeves x reader#ben hargreeves#ben hargreeves x reader#viktor hargreeves#viktor hargreeves x reader#ur fav inactive writer
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Hi! I have a request, if you're feeling inspired. So I've basically fallen in love with the entire Dove multiverse, and I'm a sucker for fluff. I was wondering if you had any happy/fluffy headcanons about an alternate universe pregnancy for Dove where they're together/there's no drama? I love how creative you've gotten with the different scenarios, and this is one that I feel would be so sweet. ❤️
hi anon! 🥹❤️ first off thank you so much for the request and falling in love with my little series/multiverse. it always warms my soul to see that because it was my first big thing and a lot of- feelings have gotten wrapped up in it ( guilt at not finishing it still among other things ) so i always feel extra special when people fall in love with it. second off, so here's the funny thing, what you want? that's actually their future. their future for their main timeline. everything else is the au. there's a hint of the whole it's priscilla's baby more than mine when she has her rough days but it's like a once in an every two year occurrence. but trust me this inspired me like nobody's business. so let us consider, shall we? and bless my soul i'm just gonna use they and she, we all know it's a reader fic but ya know.
content warning for pregnancy and mild descriptions of birth.
so consider. consider that the year after elvis is filming where they end up getting married after the press tour and he goes to film and she goes to film is just a no go on even trying for a baby.
consider even the therapists is like y'all are busy just you know, wait a bit.
dove is young anyway and austin is fine with waiting because she's it for him, he thinks.
so probably around let's say 2024, so post the oscars and that award season dove just sort of whispers in austin's ear.
"want to make you a real daddy. put our baby in a little onesie."
austin didn't actually realize that he wanted that as bad as he did until he spent the rest of that night trying to make it happen because he's felt it. he's felt how she doesn't have on her patch any more she's being serious.
but consider it still takes about a month or two and dove doesn't- dove doesn't quite notice at first that she's missed her period because she's on the set of a new movie and austin is doing something on broadway.
she goes to visit him and austin notices something different about her. notices how when he hugs her she hisses because her breasts are tender.
"dove are you pregnant?" "no, my period's probably coming." "when was your last one?" "last- oh."
he picks her up and twirls her around as best he can backstage.
they don't tell anyone until she's out of the first trimester, too worried something might happen but she handles it like a champ despite her morning sickness.
they both rearrange their schedules, warning agents and directors and everyone else that they won't be able to take any projects past probably their next one.
and they make an agreement to try and take the first year off their baby's life off together. because austin isn't going to leave dove hanging to take care of their newborn by herself.
speaking of, it is just one baby. it's a big baby because austin is a tall boy but it's just one which they're both thankful for because they couldn't have taken care of two at once.
"they're sure it's just one?" "yeah, just one very big baby." "so if i ever was to get you pregnant with twins-" "daddy. don't."
she has no morning sickness which is great for her but her cravings are intense. both for austin and for just food.
which is a problem for when he's still filming away from her and vice versa but they make it work with facetime and her showing him how her bump is growing.
"you look bigger than yesterday." "i am! i went to sleep and then our daughter announced her presence to everyone. costuming was so mad."
it's a girl, because austin deserves to have a girl first for he is a girl dad to a tee i will answer no questions on the matter.
when they see each other he cannot keep his hands off her stomach. not because he's possessive or anything weird. he just wants to protect his girls and touch his wife and daughter.
she has this baby shower that is this big production while also being small. basically they have it at baz's house because truly dove collects older gentleman to treat her like their actual child with him and her agents/managers.
everyone she cares about is invited and same with austin. it's a party that's a whole adventure but it's also very much an affair just for them.
coincidentally no one lets baz have a camera or a phone unsupervised post a few drinks and the party is private.
by about 8 months in they're both at home just getting ready for their daughter and painting the walls and the crib and folding the sea of clothes. there's elvis lyrics- the lyrics to are you lonesome tonight at the top of the wall along the whole perimeter of the room with can't help falling in love down on the bottom perimeter.
austin sings to the baby non stop. elvis, sometimes, but he sort of runs a gambit with the songs he chooses.
he also does an obscene amount of research into the baby supplies, the car seat, the crib, the bassinet, the merits of pacifiers, etc etc.
when dove goes into labor it's a comedy of errors in that she goes to sleep thinking everything is fine. she's still early for her due date. like a week, nothing major, the baby is done cooking. wakes up 3 hours later feeling like she needs to poop.
realizes about 2 hours in- oh, she's in labor. because bless her soul she does not realize when her body is telling her things like this.
austin is groggily woken up by her and falls back asleep after she tells him. only to wake up ten minutes later in shock.
"you're in labor." "i told you that ten minutes ago, daddy. you went back to sleep." "i didn't understand what you were saying!"
so they get to the hospital in one piece. somehow with austin driving which dove was unsure of and was about to drive herself before she bent over trying to open the door.
it's an 18 hour labor filled with her walking and generally trying to hurry the baby along and when it's time to have her, austin is right there watching and holding dove's leg when she's too tired to hold them up herself.
their daughter is screaming when she comes out and only quiets down when put in dove's arms as austin coos at both of them.
her name is loretta. shortened to lori.
her godmother is ashley because austin can't help himself.
her godfather is luke bracey because sometimes back in the day when austin wanted to be stupid dove would chill with polly and luke and just ignore her daddy until he came by and apologized in true elvis style.
the group facetime call to everyone someone how does not wake her up but hanging up somehow does.
she is the most spoiled little girl.
#little dove series#dove series#you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue#austin butler x priscilla actress reader#austin butler x reader#austin butler#austin butler fluff#austin butler headcanons#austin butler fanfiction#ally writes#whispers i'm so soft for them always.#and it's still happy and fluffy despite the name.
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HAWAII FIVE O! REWATCH;
honestly I started doing a rewatch because I'm absolutely obsessed with this show but I also realized that I don't remember a lot of things that happened or when they happened (and I'm trying to convince my friend to watch) so! I decided to just write points through the episode for myself and well why not to post it on here bc there are people like me for sure. (didn't thought to do it to the first two episodes)
I'm gonna update that through the season probably. Also the qoutes are probably not 100% correct so don't take me by word.
A lot of mcdanno moments i want to remember!
SEASON ONE :)
episode 3
dude in shark tank thanks to steve.
football game, grace meet the team!
steve talk with the governor about danny's custody issues so grace stay in hawaii (i love them you honor)
chin tell steve that steve's dad and him went to every single football game steve played, "it was officially day off" (chin was fresh out of the academy).
five o was steve number player. his dad idea.
the end of the episode they decided five o for the team name. (I genuinely didn't remember it happened like that).
episode 4
danny knee injury.
mary come to visit! (I absolutely love her)
apparently mary and steve didn't met since their mom funeral.
"how long were you married" - A prisoner to mcdanno. The first time someone tell that!
"we were invisible to this man" Mary about John. "he didn't always show us but love us" Steve to mary.
Catherine introduction.
episode 5
max introduction!!!
mary found the champ box
episode 6
we learned more about kono as her benefactor is killed, who she also see as family.
"when i say 'book him danno' it's a term of entertainment" "okay do it every day i like it"
episode 7
A guy take hostage on a ship, steve swim to go on the ship.
steve take his shirt off infronto of danny (yeah its that scene)
""you miss me, don't you?" "oh yeah, I wish you were here but you don't swim." .... "You talking to your wife?" (boat guy) "I'm talking to my partner." (second time someone compares them to a married couple! I'm starting a count with this)
The boat guy knew Steve's grandfather.
episode 8
another grace scene
danny's ex partner from HPD, meka, was murdered.
another sang min appearance.
a lot of actors i know from different show play in this show and i forgot about this.
It's jiaying! aos fan forever and always, even tho she also played in the 100 (which is one of my fav show ever) my first reaction to her was jiaying.
Antonio from Chicago pd, again another show I'm absolutely obsessed with.
it's funny how we say to people that danny is the clam one when he literally tied a guy to the hood of the car and drove in high speed through the streets.
also five o in formal clothes are so hot.
danny and chin scene together. telling each other they're here for the other. The friendship in the show are amazing.
episode 9
nick taylor introduced, he is steve's friend and he served under him a few years in the navy.
smooth dog mcgarrett! hello
steve say that he was on the other side of those missions, he implies that he was the one who killed the high value targets.
steve say they all had a speciality, he basically say that he was a sniper. (danny ask him and he smiles as an answer)
nick is an asshole and danny knew that!
ok but for real now, the team killed so many people and it's not even ten episodes, i genuinely want to know the numbers, especially for steve. it's one of the only cop show that they kill and show so freely and no one talk about this.
five o saved a country by protecting the guy and his family! why no one remember this!!
"you have got to start doing a better job of picking your friends." "I picked you, didn't I?" (i love this scene so much, their smilesss)
#hawaii five o#h5o#h50 fandom#h50#rewatch#hawaii five o rewatch#steve mcgarrett#danny williams#kono kalakaua#chin ho kelly#mcdanno
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Something I've noticed from watching people's streams of the pacifist/genocide runs in undertale recently is that even when people are only helping because the streamer asks, they're still doing unnecessary backseating or giving false info, so here's a summary of what's ACTUALLY required/not required for new players to do while trying for those runs! (Key word TRYING - don't try to make a new player take a certain route! A first run is a magical experience that deserves no backseating.)
This is probably gonna all sound like extremely obvious stuff to people who are super into the fandom (like myself), but there seems to be plenty of people who have played who don't know too!
(This is more for viewers than new players, and contains spoilers)
Pacifist
As long as they haven't killed anything, the player has NOT messed anything up. Missed an interaction? Didn't date papyrus or undyne? That's fine! That can all be done post-asgore. People will often figure this stuff out themselves if you let them anyway, and they'll find it a lot more satisfying!
Yeah, it's painful if they don't save the pie or the doughnut/cider. They're not required though, so let them.
Don't tell streamers how to spare a monster unless they specifically request help. A lot of pacifist battles are puzzles in themselves that are really satisfying to figure out yourself. Same for escaping undyne - they'll get there in the end!
As long as the streamer spares Flowey, he'll give them all the info they need - if you haven't dated/hung out with Papyrus, he suggests becoming better friends with him. Same for Undyne, and same for Alphys. If they kill flowey, THAT might be the only time you really gotta give input. You reload right before Asgore so it's still run-compliant!
Killing Asgore is fine, and killing Flowey doesn't kill the run either. As mentioned though, you might need to give them some hints about the hangouts if Flowey isn't alive to tell them.
It's okay if they pick mean dialogue options! Sans even says in the pacifist judgement dialogue that your lack of LOVE 'doesn't mean you're innocent or nïeve'. You can be as mean as you want as long as nobody dies - which also means pacifist players CAN use the fight option as long as they don't reduce any monster's health to zero. Eating the snowman piece also doesn't kill the run.
Destroying the ruins dummy doesn't ruin a pacifist run - for a ghost to die, they have to become corporeal. This wasn't the case here. Pretty sure the same applies with the napstablook fight! Devouring vegetoid is also okay - in 1.0.0 I believe it counted as a kill, but Toby changed it in every version after.
Don't tell blind players to backtrack before they fight Asgore! The game never hints at that beforehand and the only people who would know without backseating are those who have played before. Let them have the full experience - plus they'd miss out on a bunch of asgore and flowey dialogue, and the neutral pacifist ending!
No, they DON'T need to talk to all the shopkeeps, or visit Mettaton's house, or donate to the spiders. Do all these things give more lore or make things simpler? Sure! But they're not required. You can always tell them afterwards, but let them have their first run without too much guidance. (Ofc if they ask to be told about cool secrets/things they missed then you can, just use common sense lol. Respect whatever rules a streamer sets!)
You literally can't kill Papyrus unintentionally so don't be scared if a streamer fights him. The best weapon you can have at that point is the tough glove, and even if you land every hit perfectly it doesn't have enough damage output to kill him before the end of the fight. His name will turn yellow before he's in any real danger, and if they're pacifist they'll know to spare at the end.
No item is required. Absolutely none. (...I mean, except undyne's letter I guess lol)
Once a player triggers true pacifist, they're locked into the route. No matter what they do by the time they get to the lab, it's fine. Absolutely nothing past here can kill the run, so no more advice unless they specifically ask something. Fighting doesn't even work on anything from true lab onwards lol
Genocide
Make sure they don't fight Toriel until the kill counter is exhausted. They'll pretty quickly get the hang of it after that. If they go to fight one of the bosses (Toriel, papyrus, undyne, mettaton) before the kill counter is exhausted, that's the only time to worry. If they don't know about the kill counter yet don't spoil it - the shock of realising there's no more enemies is always super satisfying. You could always give them a LOVE goal if you wanna be subtle!
Yes, that also means going to Toriel's house, snowdin or the core is fine before the kill counter is done. Just don't trigger the boss fights.
Sparing random encounters doesn't ruin the run. That monster is still in the monster pool and can be killed later. The only monsters this doesn't apply to are unique encounters like the bosses, dogs, shyren, etc.
Looking at the wordsearch is fine, but you might wanna assure them of that if they panic once the music goes back to normal (interacting with the wordsearch makes the music revert from the genocide version).
If they're about to spare sans, let them. It builds character.
There's not really much else tbh. As long as they're getting 'but nobody came' and killing all the bosses they've done everything right. Again, if they miss dialogue or a secret you can just tell them after the run :)
#undertale#xan's thoughts#idk if anyone will see this but there's a surprising amount of common misconceptions that I've noticed#these two routes aren't as complex or as hard to stay on as people seem to think#might add onto this with some snowgrave misconceptions too bc i see so many specific instructions that. just aren't needed
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i’m in the midst of death note brainrot (again) and would love to hear your thoughts on misa’s character
I WAS LITERALLY SAYING THE OTHER DAY TO MY PARTNER THAT I CAN FEEL AN AUTUMN DEATH NOTE REWATCH COMING ON..... maybe maybe maybe
misa is so freaking fascinating to me!! maybe next death note rewatch will be an extra special misa focus edition 🔍 she's just so fucked up in such a fun way that tbh i kind of feel is a missed opportunity, especially in the latter half of the story (the anime at least - haven't read the manga). she's so self-centred and i love that for her. her motivation to be kira pours from her own heart. while light has never personally suffered at the hands of crime afaik, misa very much has - both her family's deaths and her own being attached. her devotion to the cause is not just for the sake of saving the world but for saving herself, back on that night. it's like this vicarious way she can get back at "criminals" because she couldn't prevent her own family dying. it's ground into her!! that is the kind of experience you can't just shake out of her!! you can set misa on any path away from kira and i truly think she would barrel right onto it because the existence of kira gives her those warm and fuzzy feelings of retribution or maybe even safety that just like, filters right into her obsessive love for light
i like that even though she's clearly devoted to light, she's still an independent operator (well as much as the writing allows at certain times. eyeroll). i think light's whole attitude around "managing" her approach to being kira is so fkn illustrative of the derision with which he views a lot of people lol. there's something so interesting about how he views misa as impulsive and emotionally driven, so she's deranged, but obviously he is different even though their core beliefs are the same. like you might be using strategy but your goal is the same. idk
YOTSUBA ARC MISA AND POST TIMESKIP MISA ARE SO SPECIAL TO ME PERSONALLY. yotsuba arc because i'm like. oh my god the fact that she is not given ANY narrative space to either literally or metaphorically beat L's ass is a fucking choice BUT the fact that her dislike of him seems to come out as purely petty spats while he and light are chained together is so fucking funny. hater arc, but also, you could write a 9k character study unpacking all of this. it all kind of loops around to this iron-clad optimism that everything is somehow gonna turn out alright... and at that point in time, she doesn't even know how much shit she's gotten herself into. i do really really love that moment in this arc where misa gets her memories back after visiting the tower (when matsuda falls off a balcony. you know the one) but light doesn't have his and L is not even clued into what's happened. and light so so so wants to catch kira and clear his name and misa's sitting there like :)) like, i know she's gonna conspire to give light his memories back ASAP because that's The Plan but come on that brief glimpse in time is so fun and for misa her access to the death note & shinigami is such an important and consistent bargaining tool in her own survival. it was cool to see her have a monopoly on it, no matter how brief
they're so fucking worsties
there's definitely something to say here about her relationship with rem too but honestly i'm gonna have to go back to sources on this one. for me i've always kind of felt some parts of the fandom try to bend rem and misa into the "cute background lesbian couple" template that so many fandoms run on and i'm like. mate. you're not selling me. rem loves misa but misa is just too awful and/or deranged for all of that. i've always kind of felt their relationship was tragic in part because misa didn't fully understand the depth of rem's love for her / took it for granted until rem died. but again, i need to go back to sources
OH and this is getting long but i have the softest spot of all for post-timeskip misa. she is so me and my husband by mitski core. her life is falling to shit around her. her lifespan has been quartered. and she gives up her memories!! her knowledge of the death note has always been her key to survival and light sweet talks her into giving it up and this is the bit where i start hollering and screaming. and from then on, she doesn't even realise how much shit she's in. it's not just that she's in a failing engagement. it's that her fiance has wrung her for everything she had to give and she is being left to the wayside. her suspicion that light is having an affair is almost framed as comical but it's all she fucking has!!! she loves him because it's all she has. she has to choose between light and kira like this is some cosmic fucking joke and she cheers on light apparently trying to catch kira because she loves him. because what else exists in her memory from the last five years of her life???? FUCK
post-timeskip misa is genuinely fucking tragic to me because like. through the sheer power of sweet talking light manages to entirely defang her. she's lost rem. she has a book, she has the eyes, but she uses them solely under light's discretion. and then she gives up her memories because light asks. and like she is 100% a terrible person with the whole mass murdering thing but that kind of adds to it in a way. you get me
#THIS WAS SUCH A RAMBLE.........ANYWAY.#misa's very cool she's not appreciated enough in the source material imo OR the fandom at large but thats not news#post timeskip misa especially gives me worms. brah she just wants to be loved. yeah i know she killed all those people. yeah yeah i know sh#will one day experienced the very deaths she ordered by her own pen a thousand thousands' times over. but that's the point#her fate was sealed from the start just like lights and takadas and so on but she was the one that died slow#especially if u believe the interpretation that she died at the end of the series#which i think would mathematically make sense....TWO eye deals misa. are you deranged (yes)#anyway. go misa misaaaa#dn.posting
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A Heart, Brimming With Light
Part 1: Endings and Beginnings
He had always known this day would come.
The adventure was finished. The threat of the Roaring had been averted. And the balance between Light and Dark had been restored. Their immediate purpose fulfilled, the darkners visiting from their respective worlds had been returned to their rightful places, to continue their roles as assistants to the lightners that had need of them.
And now, there was only one thing left to do.
Something much more difficult, more painful, than forcing a Titan back. Something he'd always known he'd have to do since meeting them. Something he'd managed to put off wondering about, something he'd almost succeeded in convincing himself couldn't possibly happen until suddenly it was happening and Ralsei had no idea what to do or how to be when the two most important people in his short, sad life - the most important person to him - were ready to shrug off the mantle of "heroes" as easily as if it were a tatty overcoat, and go back to their humdrum, enchanted lives as teenagers.
'Hey, cheer up Ralsei,' said Susie, knocking his shoulder gently with a clawed fist and shooting him a toothy grin. 'Y'know we're gonna be coming straight back here after school tomorrow, right? So ya better have somethin' absolutely freaking DELICIOUS for us when we get here!'
He clutched the spot where she made contact, pretending to wince. She rolled her eyes, but snorted in approval when he broke out into a wide smile and a sly wink.
'Of course, Susie!' he chirped, 'it would be my pleasure. Is there, um, any flavour you would prefer…?'
'How 'bout you surprise us? It's no fun if you just TELL us what it's gonna be in advance! Right Kris?'
All eyes fell onto the human, looking for their response. But it seemed as if they hadn't heard her. Their head was bowed slightly, as if daydreaming.
'…Kris?' said Susie, waving a hand in front of their face. 'Hey, Kris, you in there?'
'It's, um… it's okay,' said Ralsei, gently lowering her arm with a pat. 'I'm… sure they're just tired after everything that's happened. Some rest will do them some good, I'm sure.'
'Arright, DAD. Whatever you say. So, big ass cake tomorrow, yeah? To celebrate our win and all that crap.'
The caprine hummed quietly, but something in his expression must have leaked through, because his friend's eyebrow lifted slightly and her exuberent smile became a terse frown.
'…hey, uh, Ralsei. Is everythin'…'
'You… don't have to.'
Susie blinked. 'Don't… have to what?'
'Come back here tomorrow.'
'But hey… wait, what? You kidding, toothpaste boy? Why wouldn't we, huh?'
He did his best to repress a sigh. She really was the best… even if she'd never admit as much. And his heart sank just that little bit lower.
'…Kris isn't the only one who's tired,' he said. 'That last fight… took a lot out of all of us. I'm barely holding it together myself right now, haha. And I know you're putting on a superb facade, Susie, but… well, you need rest too. We all do, I think. So, why don't we give tomorrow, um, a miss and you can come back here the day after, hm?'
'But that's Sunday, dude. And besides, I ain't tired at all! You nerds just can't keep up with my… my--'
The dragoness's maw hinged open to let forth a mighty yawn, almost roarlike in its ferocity. Then she seemed to realise what she was doing halfway through, and clamped her jaws shut with a snap.
'…liar,' Ralsei smirked, adjusting his glasses.
'Yeah WELL,' she intoned through clenched teeth, 'It's cause you're all so BORING and shit. All "you should give hugs more often, Susie", and "look after your wellbeing, Susie". You're really annoying, and boring, and lame, and I… I, uhh…'
Another yawn cut her tirade short.
'…okay FINE I guess I am a little tired. Happy now?'
The prince gave her a smile, taking her hand in his before she could withdraw it. Ahh, how warm her touch, how soothing the feel of her hand enveloping his! If only he could somehow reach across destiny and take hold of his friends whenever he wished… if only he could know that warmth until the end of time… maybe then, he could bear what had to come next.
'Rest well, both of you,' said the prince softly. 'And thank you both so much for everything you've done. You're every bit the heroes I thought you'd be. A-and I, um… well, I'll miss… I mean, I'll… see you soon. Okay?'
'You got it, man,' replied Susie, returning the smile.
Then, Ralsei turned to Kris, who still seemed lost in thought. He deliberated for a moment, before unwinding his scarf and handing it to them.
'Something to remember our time together by,' he said. 'Take… um, take good care of it. Okay?'
They stared at it for a moment, seeming baffled by the gesture, and the prince was afraid they might not accept it. But then, they seemed to understand, and reached out to gently take the bundle of fabric from his hands. Their fingers brushed lightly against his skin, in a slow way that almost made it seem deliberate. But Ralsei had never been good at reading Kris's mood or intent., not even at this last vital juncture.
'W-well,' he said, no longer able to hide his cheeks flushed pink,'I, um… think it suits you, Kris…'
He was cut short as they scooped him up into a tight hug, and the rosy glow upon Ralsei's face became burning scarlet. The refreshing scent of apples washed through the prince's nostrils, and a hint of something else, that unmistakable Kris-scent that reminded him so much of a home he lost long ago.
To have lost it once was unfortunate. To lose it all over again, like this…
'Hey… Hey Ralsei,' said Susie, 'You just gonna give Kris your scarf and not give ME anything?! What gives, dude?'
'You've already extorted a cake from me, in case you forgot,' he replied, still glowing from Kris's embrace. 'This way, you have something to, um, look forward to when you come back! And if you still want a scarf for yourself, then… well, I'll knit you one, how's that sound?'
Susie tch'd, rolling her eyes. 'Yeah, I mean I GUESS that's fine…'
'Good! Then… well, you'd best be going, hadn't you? It wouldn't do to keep all your friends and family waiting, would it now?'
'Yeah, yeah, we hear ya,' Susie waved a claw lazily at him. 'C'mon Kris, let's leave his royal highness alone for a bit, if that's what he wants.'
No, he wanted to scream. No, it's not! Stay, please, just for another minute! Don't step back into the light, because when you do…
The lightners' shadows grew long as they stepped towards the doorway back to their world, footsteps echoing in the void between them, louder than the frantic beating of Ralsei's breaking heart.
'Good-bye, my beloved friends…' he whispered to their backs, as light swallowed their forms without trace. 'I wish you nothing but happiness and love, back where you belong…'
Kris turned, scarf clutched tightly in their hands, and opened their mouth as if to say something in return.
And then, the light flickered, faded, and was gone. And the only sound that could be heard in the darkness then was the lonely prince's faint, broken sobbing.
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A day passed. Two days. A week. And the lightners did not return.
His footsteps echoed through the forlorn castle, the stonework creaking with old memories. He shouldn't have been surprised. He shouldn't have been so bitterly crushed by it. The truth was self-evident - darkness and light could never mix for long, except during times of great need. With that need now fulfilled, the light would cleanse their memories of their adventures, of the hardships and triumphs they had shared…
…and of him, as well.
This was not a secret to Ralsei. He had known this would happen from the moment of his inception, and he had acknowledged it as an immutable law of the cosmos. It was for the good of all worlds, after all, and that knowledge would sustain him in his loneliness.
But a spark had ignited in his heart, which corroded that unfeeling logic and overturned all rational thought. The deathly light of hope burned Ralsei, small but blindingly bright amidst the otherwise-unbroken abyss of the dark world, a fire that comforted him with the faint possibilty that they might yet return, even as it chilled him with the disappointment that they would likely never think of him ever again.
It was a light that could not hope to survive contact with reality. But no matter how hard he tried, the Prince of the Dark could not completely extinguish it. And so it seared him anew each day, wearing away at his resolve and driving him to resentment at his cruel fate.
What reward was this, for helping to save reality? To have his heart filled and buoyed up by love and friendship, only to have it sink back into the primordial nothingness? Where was the fairness in that?
Next to this monstrous injustice, no memory could offer succour, no matter how wonderful it was.
Finally, he arrived at his destination. The crooked blue door had faded slightly - its purpose long-since fulfilled, it was now destined to return to the formless dark that had created this world. But Ralsei still had need of it, and would not let it fade without one final purpose.
The room beyond was achingly empty. Gone were the bedside tables and drawers, that had been piled high with shiny trinkets and thoughtful gifts. Gone was the large wardrobe off in the corner, which contained every conceivable outfit that a young person working themself out could ever hope for. Gone was the immaculate bed, soft as a waking dream, and the trophy-stacked shelves that had hung dangerously over it. Gone were the stars, placed there by the prince's own hand and imbued with gentle magic that made them twinkle so prettily in the dark….
Now, it was just an empty room, its bare walls scrubbed of all sentiment. Providence had been thorough and efficient in disposing of its props when they were no longer called for, and it was only through a tremendous force of will that Ralsei had been able to keep hold of this forlorn shell from slipping into oblivion. Here, then, was the very last space in this world that tied him back to the light; back, however tenuously, to Kris.
He set down some objects on the floor, carefully laying them out as if they were each divine relics… which from a certain point of view, they were. Objects that had been gathered together on his many adventures with the lightners, appropriated for their seeming significance, though he'd hardly understood why at the time. But now he knew, and it was with great apprehension and anticipation that he set them out in preparation for his ritual.
A moth-eaten jumper, its green and yellow stripes faded by time. Gloves and socks, all of completely different colours, patterns and sizes, that had been lost over the years behind chests of drawers and computer desks. A small shock of brown hair, the only surviving memento of a disasterous attempt at a self-haircut. A well-worn pencil that had been chewed and sharpened down to a misshapen nub. And tying it all together, a heart-shaped box of tooth-decaying, gut-destroying chocolates, wrapped up pretty with a large blue ribbon.
Ralsei cast a weary eye over the arrangement. All junk, all of it. No longer worthy of purpose, the dark did not bless them with form or thought. But he would give them new purpose, and with it would come new form, and new thought. Such would be his final act as Prince of the Dark.
…well then. No more stalling.
Standing before the display, clasping his hands together as tightly as he could manage, Ralsei closed his eyes and prayed. Almost at once his magic responded, manifesting as smoky wisps of green that trailed through the air around him. Once a spell for healing, he had turned it to a new function, and the cords of his will snaked their way down to the effigy lying at his feet, clinging to clothes and hair and heart-shaped object like stubborn memories that refused to die.
They meant nothing to anyone. No-one would miss them. But gathered here now, bathed in a pallid glow, they meant something to Ralsei. They meant so much to him. He would use that power - the very same power that had breathed life into him, oh so long ago. And he would never, ever be lonely again.
Something tugged at the forefront of his mind, and he felt the magic streaming from his body run taut - a connection had been established. He willed himself to remain calm, to not become overexcited - seconds later, however, his burgeoning joy dipped into concern, and then panic, as the spell, greedy for more power, began to draw yet more energy from his form. The prince tried to pull it back, to stem the onrushing tide, but to no avail.
Could he have miscalculated? He had known there was a risk, that no darkner alive could hope to harness the scope of magicks required to perform such a blasphemous act. But such depth of feeling coursed through him, such longing and such heartbreak, that he had assumed would suffice for his purposes. He had not reckoned upon his own creation attempting to wrest it from him in its formative moments.
The tide of power became an unstoppable storm surge, draining into the prone body and disappearing without trace. Viscous pain poured crimson from Ralsei's chest, spreading through his body like an out-of-control conflagration, as every last drop of his energy and focus was siphoned into the rogue spell. And as his mind grew hazy and his vision blurred, a strange resignation washed over him.
It didn't matter what happened to him, really. This, after all, was an act of profound love. If he had to die so that his masterwork could live… in a way, it would be like immortality, of a sort. His energy, his will, would live on through them. And that wouldn't be so bad, now would it…?
Then… CRACK.
The psychic blowback from the spell's breaking sent Ralsei careening backwards, almost as far as the doorway leading to the rest of the castle. There he lay, dazed and bewildered, while the world around him spun and swayed like a jittering carousel. The pain from earlier seemed very far away and unimportant, until suddenly it was upon him again, collecting in his lungs and manifesting in a shuddering coughing fit. Then, once he had ejected the worst of it from himself, the fatigue rushed in to take its place, filling him with a cool torpor that pinned him in place.
What had happened? Clearly the exertion hadn't killed him - he was much too alive for that - but why had the connection shattered so abruptly? He had never experienced such a thing before - there again, he had never attempted something that required so much energy as this. To heal was merely to repair what already existed - you had a template to follow. But this - attempting to create something entirely new - this was the work of a god, and would require equivalent levels of determination and power.
Had… had his grand experiment failed…? Was he truly destined to remain alone for the rest of his life, waiting for the Quiet to overcome him as it would everything else?
He heard it before he saw it - the rustling of clothes, the scraping of a soft hand against rugged stone, a sharp, deep intake of breath. Then, footsteps, stomping and irregular, growing louder, louder… still louder…
And then, a face loomed into vision. So familiar and yet… etched onto that angelic visage was an expression of clear concern and fear, eyes shimmering with questions, deep sadness and curiosity and love, all at once. An unseen hand squeezed his paw, sending warmth running through the prince's ice-cold veins.
'…are you okay…?' the person asked.
Ralsei attempted to say something back, his quivering heart fit to shatter completely, but could only manage the first syllable before darkness overtook him and he knew no more.
'Kr…'
#writing#fiction#fanfiction#Deltarune#Ralsei#kris dreemurr#susie deltarune#postgame setting#Romance#angst#abandonment#loneliness#longing#original character#...sort of#my first multipart fic for quite a while#hope you enjoy it :)
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#xiantober Day 7: Bikerxian
Wei Ying is in his fourth and final year at Starfleet Academy. Soon enough he'll be graduated and assigned to some ship to go out into space. Which also means that this is his final year seeing all his friends nearly every day. He's gonna miss them.
Most of all, he's going to miss his best friend of them all, Lan Zhan.
Lan Zhan is a half-Vulcan student at the academy and when Wei Ying first saw him, he knew he had to befriend him. Most people view Lan Zhan (and Vulcans) as boring and stuffy, but not Wei Ying.
He has so much fun when he's around Lan Zhan. Talking to him, teasing him, debating with him, making him show irritation towards him, you name it. He loves it all. Lan Zhan is his dearest friend and he worked hard to get Lan Zhan to view him the same way.
It took a while, they definitely had quite a rocky start, but Wei Ying likes to think that it was his intellect that finally showed Lan Zhan that he'd be wonderful friend material. (So, maybe he was showing off around the Vulcan a bit, can you judge him?)
Anyway, they finally grew closer and now, in their final year, Lan Zhan has even vocalized that Wei Ying is his best friend. Wei Ying is the happiest man in the world at that, but he knows what's coming and he's not looking forward to being separated from Lan Zhan.
Sure, they could end up assigned to the same starship, but there's no guarantee, not when they are just starting out.
He's going to make the best of this final year with Lan Zhan. There are so many things they've never gotten to do that he wants to do with Lan Zhan.
The problem is Lan Zhan, in his infinite logic, has always turned down some of the more... risky activities. Which, fair. But he wouldn't be Wei Ying if he gave up easily, now would he?
The thing he wants to do most is give Lan Zhan a ride on his motorcycle.
He's asked many times and been shot down every time because "It is dangerous, Wei Ying. Are you aware of the number of motorcycle-related injuries that occur every year?"
Blah blah blah.
Wei Ying has been riding for years and he's been perfectly fine!
Unfortunately, Lan Zhan's response when he points that out is to look at him with the tiniest hint of disapproval and say, "It only takes one accident, Wei Ying."
Ugh.
He hates how right Lan Zhan is. Stupid logic. The only way to win is to out-logic his logic.
This year, he is determined. More so than ever before due to the impending doom of quite possibly never getting to see Lan Zhan again. He's fully prepared to state his case.
With that in mind, Wei Ying marches off to Lan Zhan's room with purpose.
Lan Zhan answers the door quickly and Wei Ying smiles warmly as Lan Zhan's expression softens ever so slightly at the sight of him. Oh, how he adores his best friend.
"Heya, Lan Zhan!"
"Hello, Wei Ying," Lan Zhan replies. "Come in."
He does, plopping down on the couch.
"How are you, Wei Ying?" Lan Zhan asks as he closes the door and makes his way over to pour them both some tea.
"Good. Great now that I'm here with you," he says, grinning.
"Mn," Lan Zhan replies, pouring tea. His hair is hiding his pointed ears but Wei Ying knows they're pink.
His best friend is the cutest.
"You?"
Lan Zhan sets the teapot down and moves Wei Ying's cup over before picking his own up. "I am also great"—he takes a slow sip of tea—"now that you are here."
Wei Ying flushes. "Ah, you..."
Lan Zhan smiles. It's a small thing.
"To what do I owe the visit?"
"What? I need a reason to come and spend time with the most perfect man in the entire universe who just so happens to be my best friend?" Wei Ying squawks indignantly.
Lan Zhan raises a sharp eyebrow.
"Fine! You got me, I came to ask you something." He takes a steadying breath, mentally going over his talking points as he sets his cup down. "I really want to take you for a ride on my motorcycle. Now, before you say what you always say, hear me out!"
Lan Zhan stares silently.
Having the Vulcan's full attention is... a lot. But he can do this. He can.
"You always say that it is dangerous, and while that may be true, there are many things we can do to mitigate much of the risk. I have full outfits with padding for the both of us to wear."
He takes a breath. "I also promise that I will drive at the speed limit, I will obey all traffic laws, I will stay on paved roads, I drive with caution. And, before you tell me that it is still a risk, so is what we are going to school for! Traversing space has many risks!"
Wei Ying can tell he is talking too fast, but he can't stop now. So, he continues. "I mean you know just how many starships have gone down for one reason or another, or just acquired damage that resulted in losing crew. There's so many risks out there! More than on a motorcycle."
"So, yeah. That's all I had to say about that. Thank you for listening."
Wei Ying sits, tense, watching Lan Zhan's face closely.
"You did not ask a question?" Lan Zhan states.
"Huh?"
"At the start, you claimed you came to ask me something but nothing was ever actually asked."
Wei Ying blinks. "The question was /implied/ and you know it!"
The corners of Lan Zhan's mouth tick up in amusement. "Mn."
"Aish, you and your silly teasing!" Did Wei Ying mention he adores Lan Zhan? "So, what do you think, then? About my not-actually-a-question question?"
Lan Zhan takes another sip of his tea and Wei Ying feels like he's going to vibrate out of his skin if he's kept on edge any longer.
"Yes."
"What?"
"Yes. You may take me for a ride."
Wei Ying's eyes widen in shock. "Seriously?"
"Mn, you made many valid points."
He laughs. "Oh, I'm so happy right now! Thank you, you won't regret it!"
Lan Zhan nods. "I trust that I will not."
Wei Ying feels positively giddy. He gets off the couch and practically launches himself at Lan Zhan, hugging him tightly. Lan Zhan, long used to this, hugs back.
"You're really serious?" Wei Ying asks against Lan Zhan.
"I am. Your logic was sound. I am merely surprised it took you this long to make these points."
Wei Ying pulls back and gasps. "Were you /waiting/ for me to make a proper logical argument for this?"
Lan Zhan turns his head to the side but Wei Ying catches the way his lips curl into a smile.
"Betrayal! Betrayal by my best friend!"
Lan Zhan shrugs (SHRUGS!) and glances at him. "You are the one who failed to make such a simple logical case earlier. It is not my fault."
Wei Ying puffs out his cheeks as he pouts. "Cheeky bastard."
Lan Zhan looks at him, fond, and asks, "Would you like to go for a ride now?"
Immediately dropping the petulant act, Wei Ying abruptly stands. "Right now?" Lan Zhan nods. "Yes! Let's go!"
He grabs Lan Zhan's hand and pulls him out of his room. They quickly make it to Wei Ying's room and Wei Ying flits around grabbing everything he needs. "Here," he says, tossing Lan Zhan a white and blue leather outfit. "Put that on. I'll get changed in the washroom."
He all but runs into the washroom and puts on his own outfit. He's buzzing with excitement. Sure, he won't be going as fast as he would normally like, but Lan Zhan is coming! Finally! He doesn't think he's ever been this excited about something.
"You done out there?" he asks through the door once his own black and red outfit is donned.
"Yes."
Wei Ying opens the door and immediately gets the wind knocked out of him by the sight of Lan Zhan. He is a very attractive man in general but Wei Ying feels weak right now.
Lan Zhan wrapped in a leather motorcycle outfit. White gloves on those beautiful hands.
Wei Ying is suddenly having a bit of a crisis that he was not anticipating.
Lan Zhan bends over to tie his boot and Wei Ying is greeted with the sight of Lan Zhan's ass in tight leather.
He chokes.
So...
Perhaps he's having a lot of a crisis.
Lan Zhan rights himself and turns to look at Wei Ying. He's not too proud to admit he made a sound like a wounded animal. Maybe this was a bad idea, but he can't back out of it now. With that, he steels himself.
He grabs his helmet and keys, tossing the other helmet to Lan Zhan (who catches it with ease) and heads out the door. Lan Zhan follows closely as they make their way to Wei Ying's bike.
Wei Ying settles on it and looks to Lan Zhan. "Ready?"
"Mn."
"Alright. You get on behind me and put your feet there," he says pointing to the foot pegs. "Then you just uh... well, you hold onto me. It works best if you kind of lean into me and wrap your arms around me." He feels his face heating up as he talks.
Wei Ying clears his throat. "Then for turning, just lean along with me. If you need to stop at any point just tap me three times in a row and I'll pull over. Sound good?"
Lan Zhan looks over the bike before his eyes settle on Wei Ying. He nods.
"Right. Well, hop on then!"
Wei Ying is not freaking out about the fact that Lan Zhan will be hugging him from behind for an extended period of time. He is definitely not thinking about how he'll be between Lan Zhan's legs.
He is having regrets.
He is losing his mind.
Lan Zhan puts on the helmet.
The motorcycle shifts as Lan Zhan gets on behind Wei Ying. Wei Ying tenses as Lan Zhan situates himself, strong arms wrapping around him and a firm chest against his back. He takes a grounding breath. He can do this.
He exhales, forcing his body to relax.
"Ready?"
"Mn," Lan Zhan replies and he feels it against his back. Oh, he is weak.
Wei Ying puts his helmet on and starts the motorcycle. It roars to life between his legs and the familiar purring of the engine soothes him. He lifts the stand. "Hold on," he says before he starts to drive.
Lan Zhan's arms tighten around him as they start to move, but after a couple minutes of calmly and safely driving along the roads away from the academy he starts to relax against him and Wei Ying can feel Lan Zhan enjoying himself. It makes him smile.
They lean together around turns and Wei Ying wishes they could have more of this. More of them, together.
More touching.
He... wants.
It's kind of a horrible time to realize that you're actually deeply in love with your best friend but it is what it is.
Wei Ying drives on, thrumming with the realization that he's in love with and has been in love with Lan Zhan for quite some time. It's a strange thing to suddenly find out and yet it's not nearly as frightening as he would have thought it would be.
It feels right.
They make their way further out until he feels Lan Zhan tap him three times. He quickly pulls over and stops.
He flips the visor of his helmet up and turns to look at Lan Zhan. "What's wrong?"
Lan Zhan lifts his visor and shakes his head. "Nothing is wrong."
"Okay. Then why'd you ask me to pull over?"
Lan Zhan's gaze shifts around before he quietly admits. "You may go faster if you wish."
Wei Ying's eyes widen. "Are you serious right now?"
A nod.
"You're not worried I'll crash us?"
"I trust you."
Wei Ying stares.
"Fuck," he mutters under his breath. Then, louder, "You really mean that? You're truly okay with me speeding?"
"Yes, Wei Ying."
A breathless sort of laugh bubbles out of him. "Okay." He smiles. "Yeah, okay. Hold on!"
They lower their visors and Lan Zhan does as told.
Wei Ying starts the engine and pulls out onto the road. There's a long, straight stretch not too far away and the road is not busy right now. He grins, giddy with glee and overflowing with love.
He increases the speed, following the curves of the road with ease.
Then, when they hit the straight stretch, he accelerates even further. They fly down the stretch before slowing into another turn at the end. Wei Ying pulls back on speed but still goes over the limit for the rest of the ride. He makes his way out of the city to a lookout cliff.
Once they arrive, he cuts the engine and removes his helmet. He whips around to look at Lan Zhan who is removing his helmet.
"How was that?" he asks in anticipation.
Lan Zhan considers that for a beat. "Thrilling. I can see why you so enjoy riding."
Wei Ying laughs.
"Then I'm glad I managed to finally logic you into coming for a ride with me." They stare at each other for a heated moment before Wei Ying gets overwhelmed and turns back around. "Have you ever been here before?"
"I have not."
"Hop off, you have to see the view."
Lan Zhan gets off the motorcycle and Wei Ying follows, putting the stand down and setting his helmet on the seat. Lan Zhan places his own there as well and follows as Wei Ying guides him toward the edge of the lookout. There's no one else here right now, it's just them.
He hears Lan Zhan gasp quietly when they reach the edge. The whole city where the academy is is visible from here, spanning out below them. The sun is setting, painting everything in a golden wash. Wei Ying stares at Lan Zhan, watching him look at the city.
Lan Zhan glows in the light and Wei Ying wants to kiss him. Just as he's about to shake that thought from his mind and turn his attention away, Lan Zhan turns and meets his gaze.
"Lan Zhan," he whispers.
"Wei Ying. May I kiss you?"
"Yes," he wheezes.
And then they're kissing.
Wei Ying feels electric. Lan Zhan's lips press against his own in a way that feels like coming home. He can't believe they've never kissed before. Lan Zhan deepens the kiss and Wei Ying melts into it, wrapping his arms around Lan Zhan's neck while he grips Wei Ying's waist.
They kiss for what feels like a lifetime, suspended in the golden light of the setting sun. Warm and right.
Eventually, they pull away.
"Wow," Wei Ying whispers. "How long have you been wanting to kiss me?"
"Since we became friends," Lan Zhan replies simply.
"Hah... Me too."
"Mn?"
Wei Ying nods and rests his head on Lan Zhan's shoulder. "I just didn't realize exactly what I felt until recently. Very recently."
The sound of laughter startles Wei Ying. He pulls back and stares as Lan Zhan laughs with a bright smile on his face.
"Beautiful," he finds himself saying.
Lan Zhan kisses him.
They kiss there in the setting sun for a while, the city down below them. The ride back to the academy is smooth and they spend the night in Wei Ying's room.
Later on, after they graduate, they do end up assigned to the same starship. It's the start of a wonderful, beautiful journey for the pair of them. Together, they traverse the universe and find comfort in each other. Wei Ying has never been happier.
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Fenris/Hawke
4, 12, or 27 please ❤️
4. how did they start living together? do they move? how do they choose the place?
Post reunion in Act 3, they start spending some nights together at mostly Hawke's place, but some Fenris's. They still occasionally sleep apart, though that becomes less common over the months, and the first real snappy winter that comes through has then scootching out of Fenris's place into the mansion PDQ. Hawke's willing to tolerate a lot to sleep next to Fenris, but that drafty mess pushes the line pretty darn hard.
After Kirkwall, they eventually settle in a small cottage in a town called Wilhaven, near Wildervale (north of Kirkwall). Leda is born there and they often have members of the gang come by and visit. Carver especially comes and stays about a week a year, depending on what the Wardens need.
However, they keep the Kirkwall mansion and visit the city several times a year, both to keep an eye on things and to visit Aveline & Donnic, Varric, and occasionally Isabela as she comes through. Hawke loves Kirkwall desperately, horrible as it is, and still sees the city as hers to protect as long as she's alive to do it. Plus, Aveline and Donnic have like four kids and the kids enjoy hanging out with each other.
After the other two children are born, and once they're a little older, sometimes Fenris will stay home with the kids while Hawke goes to Kirkwall, but that's only when she's really needed and Varric is desperate. Otherwise, they put down roots at the cottage--at least, as much as either of them can.
12. favorite non-sexual activity?
Answered here!
27. what do they do when they’re away from each other?
Oof. When Fenris is away from Hawke, he usually has the kids, so that takes up most of his time. Prior to that, though, or if he doesn't have them, I think he gets pretty single-mindedly focused on his goal. Whether he's going after slaver groups or whatever, I think he would immediately turn his focus to the mission, the whole mission, and nothing but the mission. I think he would really do everything he can to keep himself from thinking about Hawke/the family, both because he misses them desperately and it hurts to think about them, but because they also are distractions, and the sooner he finishes what he's doing the sooner he can get home. Once he starts that homeward journey, though, there ain't nothin' that's gonna stop him on his way.
When Hawke is away from Fenris, she gets herself killed. Or almost killed, semantics. In absence of breaches, though, she (like Fenris) tries to stay focused on what she's doing, but is not nearly as good at him at coming home straight after. Even after Kirkwall she's very bad about staying out of other people's business, and especially when Varric asks her to come by the city I can see her getting caught up in another two-three-four things while she's there until Fenris sits her down and tells her very seriously that she either needs to start saying no to people or he's going to start bringing the kids and coming with her.
Really, though, she just misses him. She writes him lots of letters and spends a lot of free time thinking about him, which makes her try not to think too much about him in the first place, which circles her right back around to thinking about him & the kids. She always comes home with buckets of gifts and tchotchkes and notes from everyone else saying hi, and Leda really enjoys her stories of faraway places and people for years. The first time Hawke goes on a trip with a young Leda by herself, Fenris frets the whole time. They do take more trips together as a family once the kids are a little older, however, and the other kids at the Chantry school always think Leda is making up stories about some of the things she sees until she pulls out for show and tell various jeweled daggers, crowns, porcelain dolls, fistfuls of gold silk, etc. There's at least one parent-teacher conference where the sister politely asks Hawke & Fenris to tell their child to quit bringing deadly weaponry to class.
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Ok I am gonna talk about the things I like in this post because it's fresh in my mind and most of these things will be spoilers! Also this could be long.
First of all hi pjo mutuals!!! Idk if any of you are reading this but I really am thankful so many of you decided to stick around despite the Cookie Run hell of it all.
It's been like two years now and even if we haven't talked much in that time, you guys mean a lot to me <3
ANYWAYS THE SUN AND THE STAR!!!!
This book has been on my mind since it was hinted at at the end of TOA, so it's been a sec. The idea of this book actually helped me quite a bit when I wasn't doing very well mentally, which is very sad!
Ok, first thing's first.
Ok my soul can be put to rest now.
Second of all, my statement still stands:
For the most part the queer representation is pretty damn good this time around!
Epiales and Menoetes immediately getting defensive was a bit jarring and a little bit worrying to me but thankfully their bursts of anger about it last like five seconds each.
I'm really glad they say the words gay and queer naturally and not like they're some forbidden line to be crossed in a novel for young teens/late tweens. It genuinely made me smile.
Persephone even bringing up the notion of aromantic people almost made me lose my shit!! I am aromantic!!! That's me!!!! Just like me fr!!!!! But seriously I kinda feel forgotten a lot in queer media and literally any mention of aromanticism makes me smile, it was a very nice thing to see.
That's barely even mentioning the queer characters!
Nico bluntly saying he's gay is so fucking satisfying to see now, it's so nice to see him so comfortable with who he is.
Will canonically being bisexual is really nice to see, I could feel the writers' sigh of relief as they put the discourse to rest.
SPEAKING OF DISCOURSE... Piper MyQueen! It's nice to see a questioning character because I haven't really seen one represented before! She's still figuring herself out after the months following the end of toa and it's nice to see the message that it takes time to figure yourself out being shown because it's a surprisingly rare one to see. I appreciate how she also gravitates towards the queer label :)
Now minor characters:
Epiales: I appreciate them because of how ridiculous their existence is
Hiss-majesty: iconic and also that name makes me confused
Menoetes: my beloved
Geryon: Ok that's just hilarious I cannot deny that
Thirdly....
BIANCA DI ANGELO MY BELOVED MY ULTIMATE FAVE I MISSED YOU HOLY SHIT.
Besides uh....
That. I have LOVED seeing how Bianca and Maria have affected Nico over the years! It's so tragic and amazing and YES.
Seeing Bianca one last time and Maria for the first time ever was so so so satisfying even if they didn't say much. I almost teared up a bit. A lot. I got emotional.
Nyx using them against Nico was SO fucked up and I love it
Speaking of... Nyx.
Design.
Design.
Very cool, moving on.
Hades and Persephone's growth was so unexpected I am just gonna be real.
Hades was going to happen naturally because of what we say in HoO but him caring enough to send Nico a prophecy? And bring back Maria and Bianca? That's so sweet! I love that! I love that SO much! And also he isn't completely not an asshole which is appreciated.
Persephone is my favorite one of Riordan's interpretations of the gods.
I never thought I would say that sentence ever in my life. She's so caring and sweet for the 10 minutes we see her and I really appreciate her growth and seeing how she's finally getting over her grudge. It was unexpected and completely welcome.
Also I appreciate clarifying that Hades and Persephone's relationship is a good one from Persephone herself.
Also Nemesis is a badass and I did not realize how much I missed her! She has no reason so be so cool and yet she still is.
Gorgyra's chapters were all wonderful, I love her SO much and I hope Bob visits her sometime.
Speaking of which: Bob and Small Bob are amazing as always.
I appreciate the theme of change around Bob's character, he's different from how I remember him being is HoH but that's probably more natural than Nico's change in character (which I don't mind as much as most people I've seen but is still jarring) because of him and Iapetus switching every two seconds for over a year so yeah.
Small Bob is Small Bob. Cat. Gato. Wonderful.
Will actually having more of a character was nice to see too! Also his ultimate magic hidden deep within being hayfever is very funny to me.
Actually talking about the trauma these characters have been through and addressing it is also very satisfying.
Overall I think it was a good send off to these kids who have been through too damn much. I will have a post airing my criticisms probably but I really did like this lovable train wreck of a book, me from two years ago would be very pleased.
Can't wait for the road trip book where both Percy and Annabeth come out as bisexual simultaneously and for this series to be OVER!!!
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First, happy new year! I'm actually really excited for 2024 and hope you all are too! I'm just gonna share some moments of the year with you all (some are sad and there are trigger warnings just a psa but most of them are happy.)
tw : mentions of s****de and depression. animal death, surgery and weightloss, nsfw implications and mentions of smut. this is so long that i've just kind of scrapped this other idea i had...
My 23 for 23!
This is kind of a joint December 2022 - February 2023 effort but I wrote 'Just Say It'. It's my favourite smau I've ever written and like, the absolute love I got from it and love I had while writing it too.. Will never forget the feeling.
I also underwent surgery for the first time ever. I don't exactly hide from the fact that I've had it and I can't really anyway. i had weight loss surgery at the beginning of the year and my surgeon and everyone has been brilliant in the recovery process. It's also left me feeling a lot more confident and happy and just- I actually love it.
I wrote smut for the first time, like ever and the reviews were so positive about it. In all honestly there's quite a bit of terms that I feel gross about but too be honest, there's no better alternative. I'm learning and it still makes me kind of nervous BUT yeah.
I made a post about it, but in August we had to put down my cat, Quincy. He's been with me since I was 5 and I'm 23 so aging without him has been hard. He'll always be my best friend and my through thick and thin guy. I miss you so much, Senor Quincy. I miss those nicknames and you in general. Love you. Forever.
In saying that, my mum ended up getting two little kittens. One of which looks exactly like Quincy. His name is Pai (pronounced 'pie' - I first named him 'Percy' but he responded too well to Pai to not change the name) and the other 'Nala' (named after the Lion King). Pai is this social little guy who is too curious and nosy about the world and people around him whereas Nala is this loving and cuddly pretty soul who has the softest fur coat ever. Love them both very much. We also ended up getting a dog called 'Poi' who has completely opened our family up in a way that is different and interesting. Welcome to the family our babies. Your older fur brother would absolutely hate you but we love you enough for him.
I visited Rarotonga/Cook Islands during our Winter (June/July) for my cousin's birthday. We had beautiful food, I fell in love with 5 different guys and just, such a cool time. I started planning a girls trip after that. But, so fun. It was so fucking hot too my body was so confused.
I got a new laptop! After being able to stop using a laptop that relies on a constant state of charging and basically life support, it feels amazing.
On the flip side, my phone is going through it. I've had it for about 5 or 6 years now and it's now reached it's T-Minus days, for sure. The screen is barely holding on by a thread (not joking) Fun fact, but me and my brother got new phones at the same time and he's already gone through about 9 to my 1.
My friends!! I've made some new friends and new connections and stuff this year. I'm finally a part of a GC where my friends know each other (irl two of my friends absolutely fucking hate each other) and I talk in it! But I love it and them and just everyone.
I've started watching The Sidemen on Youtube regularly. I love their humour and I know they're not for everyone but I really enjoy watching them. They're who I watch when I take a break from Kpop and just..they're great.
I went back onto SSRIs and I did partake in therapy for awhile because I was really down in the dumps. i cut a part of my hair at the back and if that isn't a cry for help. Like, my state of health...my neglect of haircare and the disinterest in life and all in it, it scared me. But I'm doing a lot better and I hope you are too.
Girl groups have this chokehold on me lately. Like, the amount of fondness I have for them right now is insane. Discographies, songs etc. They're tearing up the music industry at the moment for me right now. Women in general. Like yess.
I rewatched some of my favourite shows/movies and I loved it all the same. The Empress is an amazing German show, I've loved it as much as when I watched it the first time. Enola Holmes has some of my favourite aesthetics and she's so pretty and smart and Tewksbury is a wonderful 'boy boy'. Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade is my fave out of the movie series. Again...such a cool aesthetic. Harry Potter was a needed rewatch this year and I loved it. Brooklyn...Just amazing. Love this.
My favourite in-New Zealand trips of the year... I went to Auckland and to a casino for the first time (randomly picking up my cousin who was hungover and going through it) I won over 1k that day. I went to Wellington to watch NCT Nation and told the whole cinema who my man was. I went to the yearly trip to my cousin's bach and even though it fucking pissed down until the last day. It was an amazing holiday as per usual.
My favourite books of 2023 that I read this year was; The Song Of Achilles - Madeline Miller (finally read it and it was amazing). Binding 13 - Chloe Walsh (The angst was so good). Book Of Days - Patti Smith (the inspiration awakening). Magnolia Parks - Jessa Hastings (some good stuff). Once Upon A Broken Heart - Stephanie Garber (that cliffhanger had me by the balls) and The High Mountain Court - A.K. Mulford (Perfection.)
I got the opportunity to do paid research for my iwi and for my people and to learn and enrich our knowledge and community. It's hard to explain by vague explanations but I don't want to go too much into detail.
My favourite Kpop songs were - 'I Don't Understand But I Luv U' by Seventeen, 'Eve, Psyche & The Bluebeard's Wife' by LE SSerafim, 'Ditto' by New Jeans, 'S-Class' by Stray Kids and 'Down (Juicy Juicy)' - Jo Yuri. I just realised it's a Hybe/JYP fest in here. But they were so addictive.
My favourite songs that weren't Kpop were - 'Collide' by Justin Skye, 'Agora Hills' by Doja Cat, 'Utua' by Maimoa, 'Greedy' by Tate McRae and 'Be Your Light' by Victor Ma. So pretty.
My favourite albums of the year were - 'GOT THE BEAT' by GOT THE BEAT. Rose was my favourite of the album. 'Dark Blood' by ENHYPEN. Woke my love up for them and the dance is fucking amazing. Background dancers and without. Chaconne is my favourite. 'Playgirl' by Lolo Zouai. Such a pretty voice. My favourite is a choice between 'Picking Berries', 'Open The Door' 'VHS' and 'Crazy Sexy Dream Girl'. 'The World Ep. FIN' by ATEEZ. My BOYS. Started the year with them and finished the year with them. Favourite song off the album is still undecided but Crazy Form is part of my daily. 'Unlock My World' by Fromis_9. Love the album. My Night Routine. Attitude. Prom Night. Beautiful voices. Insane. '3 Of Us' by FLO. New addition to my favourite Western groups but holy shit welcome to my heart.
My favourite movies; Howls Moving Castle (bully me about it - why didn't you watch it earlier?), All Quiet On The Western Front (so fucking sad and heartbreaking), Coco Reo Maori (good movie and the fact it's in Te Reo Maori? Fucking AMAZING. The Black Phone (not a horror movie girly, but such a good movie and I'm obsessed). It (again, not a horror movie girly but Loser Squad <3)
My favourite shows (not Asian); Ginny and Georgia, Grown-Ish, The Time Traveller's Wife, The Summer I Turned Pretty and Love 101.
My favourite Asian dramas; Love In The Air (the hottest show I've ever seen), Twinkling Watermelon, Hidden Love, When I Fly Towards You and Himitsu No Ai Chan, Dangerous Romance. They're fucking masterpieces.
I'm sorry to end this on a sad note but Christmas Eve, my cousin committed su***de and it was hard to climb over the wall grief had built about it. His older sister told me all these lovely things and it was the first kind of cry I had over him. I'm a little angry but also sad. It's hard because then I got COVID.
Welcome, 2024!
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I've been processing stuff a lot. I'm looking back on old friendships, that are no longer. Ones I feel like I should miss more. They were such huge pieces of my life before. And yet...
Even factoring in the ADHD out of sight out of mind thing... When I actively think about them, there still isn't really any... sadness or grief there.
But looking back, especially at the two most significant ones... I'm starting to realize I was a friend out of convenience to them. Neither one really made advance plans with me. But I was almost always available for impromptu plans, when something else they had planned fell through. 99% of the time, it was always something THEY had wanted to do, and I just tagged along.
One of them would randomly bail in the middle of whatever to go hook up, or go to the bar for a drink. Like if we had planned to have a movie marathon, maybe half way through the second movie, they'd make some excuse to leave, or just outright say, they're gonna go meet up with someone from an app, for a quickie.
My music was never on rotation. We would listen to music they enjoyed. Even though I didn't care for their music, about the same amount as they didn't care for mine. That seems petty, but... idk how to describe it... Like if we had a beach day, the three of us, they'd go back and forth picking music, but the music I would have played, never factored in...
Both are large in your face, center of attention people. I was the Ethel to their Lucy. Cameron to their Ferris. I feel like they mostly enjoyed my company, because I wouldn't be vying for attention away from them. Maybe that's not giving them enough credit.
But what is easily seen, is that once I was no longer immediately available, they never tried to plan things in advance with me. They'd be able to plan in advance with other people, but I would be let known like an hour before, and then it was me that disappeared, because I stopped doing things with them... like...
they'd schedule these like beach trips, or whatever, either tell me very last minute, or not at all, and then blame me, for never doing anything with them anymore. How can I? when half the time I don't even know you are doing anything.
I think the thing that really bugs me the most, is that, to them, it looks like I dropped them all for a guy. Which is absolutely not what happened.
I see how it looks like that I do. But I would standing plans with him already, and then be asked to do something last minute with them. I'm not gonna blow off plans already made, for a last minute invite. Just like if I had plans made with them, and he invited me to something last minute, I wouldn't have blown them off, for him. But that scenario was never one, that played out, for them to see that. I ended up staying at his place almost every night. Yeah... because she kept moving people in with us. When we stated that our place was not going to end up communal space, like all her other living situations did. Because I absolutely needed a place to go to, without having to deal with guests all the time. She lost sight of that.
Before I started staying at his place every night, she low-key moved her girlfriend in. Her girlfriend accidentally booked her apartment as an air b&B for like 4 months straight... so she had to stay with us... and she was an alcoholic.. so fun. So yeah. I would use his place as an escape. And after that blew up and ended, not even a two months later, her mom comes for a visit, right as everything is shutting down for covid, and what was supposed to be a 3 week visit, turned into her just moving in with us, permanently. And I was supposed to just be chill with that? NOT to mention that on top of her mother moving in, she was hosting like workout sessions in our place, with a bunch of people crammed in our living room... while were in the height of a pandemic, and I work with a high risk population. And you can sure as shit bet, at one point a good chunk of that group ended up with covid. So I was either in my room, or gone.
And I really don't know what fucking kool-aide was mixed up, but everyone is suddenly doing Intermittent fasting, with like an extreme window. I tried joking with her one day about the kooks saying covid was just 5G sickness from the new cell towers.... and she had somehow become one of those people that legitimately thought that. We used to make fun of the "Love and light" spiritual people, and then she turned in to one, and somehow, I was standing there look at her, and the rest of our friends wondering how the hell they all turned into these people. Like she was always boderline sometimes, but usually she would be brought down to earth, or like grounded in reality... but I guess maybe without having to interact with the actual world outside of her bubble for months on end, she lost touch. Meanwhile. my life stayed essentially the same. I worked in healthcare, so I was never out of work. even in that intial like two week period.
Then after the 5g thing, she started to believe it wasn't real. No one she knew so far had gotten it, or if they had, they hadn't been sick. Until you know... she did. but like... I saw it, come through my building and the SNF.
So yeah... i bailed. I hated being home. I just happened to be with him, and could go to his place 98% of the time. If I hadn't of been though. I would have still be holed up in my room most of the time. I would have spent a lot of time at my moms. Because there were actually plenty of nights that I wasn't at his, and the idea of having to be home was so fucking awful, I went to my moms.... like... if you know anything about me, the idea that I would rather spend my time at my mothers home than mine, should fucking tell you something. I preferred to sleep on a fucking air mattress at my moms, on her living room floor. than be at home in my own bed.
So no. It wasn't because of a guy. The timing was just ironic. but it would have happened regardless. Not because of anyone other, but themselves. and I HATE that they don't know that, or won't acknowledge it.
I just have to remind myself... what other people think of me, is not my business.
what they think about me, and the end of our friendship and the reasons for it, are not my business.
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Amour-Haine & Co. | Chapter 6 |
Series Masterlist
K-Pop Masterlist
Word Count: 9.6k
Warnings: smut, cursing, one disgusting man, and one hell of a Jeon Wonwoo
A/N: Stay safe you horny animals
“I know, I’m probably the last person you’d want to hear this from,”
"I don't know, Binna..."
"What the fuck do you mean with you 'don't know'?! Are you kidding me?"
Your best friend and you had been sitting on your sofa and staring at the red silk dress that was laid out on the coffee table. It was Binna's idea... to lower the chances of creases or what no.
"No. No, I'm not kidding," you shook your head furiously and stood up, your eyes on the floor and your hand on your forehead.
"Y/N, we had that discussion yesterday. Now get your ass into that dress." It was 7:45 pm. You were planning on leaving at 6:30 - not to be the first to arrive but also not the last, hopefully. Binna had been trying to get you to change your clothes for a good ten minutes at that point, but your mind kept convincing you of deciding against it.
"Why would he do that?" You wondered out loud, "Why would he just send something like this?" As much as you tried, you couldn't keep your eyes off the beautiful piece of clothing for long as they always drifted to the small table in front of you.
Your friend sighed and grabbed the letter you had placed right next to it, "He said it himself. He wants to apologize."
"Oh, apologize my ass," you scuffed, "He wants something, and he's trying to lure me in with that shit."
Binna took a deep breath and stood up, approaching you with slow steps, "Y/N, some men can actually have good intentions," to which you rolled your eyes and she slapped your arm, "Jeon Wonwoo seems to really be trying. Like for real," walking over to lift the dress you had put on a hanger, letting the bottom drop to the floor, "What man would ask his freaking tailor to MAKE you a dress?!"
"A man that wants something in return," you simply stated, memories from years ago haunting you.
"Not every man is like... you know," she didn't even dare to let the name fall from her lips and you thanked her with a nod before you answered,
"He was the personification of a regular man. And sure," you admitted, "Not every single man is like that, but Jeon Wonwoo is almost no different from him. And I stand by that."
But the other woman shook her head, "They're totally different people. One already has the power, and one tried to get it. Besides, he would've never done something like this for you," raking her hand over the red silk.
You fell back onto the couch with a groan escaping your throat, "It's... It's just gonna be super uncomfortable and awkward and-"
"And you're gonna have to face him at some point again. So why not let it be at a nice event, with a lot of people around, where you might have a few drinks, so you could easily blame everything you do on the alcohol."
You wanted to say something in contrast to her statement, but the ringing bell of your hand-off system beat you to it. The two of you turned to the entrance of the hallway with frowns on both of your faces, before turning towards each other with the same expression. You stood up with a sigh, "I've been getting more visits during the last five days than in the entirety of last month." With a push of the button, you answered the person, "Hello?"
"Miss Yoon?" An unfamiliar voice spoke up, making Binna leave the dress on the coffee table and rush over to stand next to you.
"Yes?"
"The car is here and ready for you. I'll be waiting until you're ready." You could hear him take a step back, making you speak louder,
"Wait! What car? I didn't-"
"I'm here on behalf of Mister Jeon."
With an annoyed look on your face, you turned to your left, finding a wide smiling Binna looking at you, clapping her hands and nodding her head excitedly. She quickly pushed you to the side to answer,
"She'll be down in thirty minutes."
"Take as much time as you need, Miss." Were his last words before silence came from both ends of the speaking system. With a smug grin on her lips, the woman next to you crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrows,
"Now you have to go."
"I can still just send him back," you told her with an unfazed expression on your face, making her roll her eyes.
"No, you can't." And dragged you back into the living room by your arm, making you whine out loud.
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"Wow..." Almost exactly 30 minutes later, you were standing in the middle of your bedroom with Binna leaning on the door frame, gazing at you with sparkles in her eyes. "My best friend is BEAUTIFUL!" She rushed over to you to engulf you in a tight embrace but pulling back again, "Oh god, no, I don't want to ruin hair, I'm so sorry," and quickly patted down the nonexistent strands that got dishevelled because of her hug. You giggled at her antics and slapped her hands away from your face,
"It's still all good."
"It's not all good," she admitted, taking a few steps back, "It's SO much better than good. You, my friend, are... wow..."
"Alright, alright," you pushed past her and made your way back into the living room where she had prepared a small bag for you. Picking up from the couch, you took a quick look inside, finding all the necessities: your phone, lipstick, some powder, and...
With your index and middle finger, you picked up the little squared foil package, turning around to meet the mischievous eyes of your friend. Instead of sharing words, the two of you kept looking at each other for a few seconds. You with raised eyebrows, waiting for an explanation, and her with a grin on her lips, happy to send you off looking fine as hell.
"He's not gonna be able to keep his hands to himself once he sees you, trust me," walking up to you to place the little package in your palm, closing your fingers around it, "You're gonna need it."
You snatched your hand back, out of her grasp, "I'm gonna cut his hands off if he tries anything." Throwing it onto the couch as you were about to make your way into the hallway when her voice stopped you. She picked up the preservative and approached you again, "Listen, I have a breeding kink too, but take it just in case."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" You couldn't help but to giggle but still kept a shocked expression at her comment. She leaned down to get a hold of your purse, opened it, and stored the condom well in a side pocket. "I mean it," you told her one last time.
"Sure," Binna nodded, "You will cut his hands off just like you did with his lips when he kissed you, right?" Teasing you about the fact that you may have shared a few too many details about the kiss, telling her about the way your legs gave in and you kissed him back.
Shaking your head, you turned towards the hallway, taking step after step, looking for fitting shoes along the floor. You didn't get to see the little victory dance she did behind you.
"Black heels," Binna motioned towards the pair she meant once she had caught up with you, and you thanked her quietly. Just like she did before, she rested her upper arm against the wall, looking at you with a grin plastered on her face.
"Listen," making you look up, "I'm gonna stay here until midnight. If you're not back by then, I'm out." You gazed at her with furrowed brows, making her continue, "I'm not gonna sit here alone and watch some romance drama on TV while you're getting railed by a CEO."
"Binna!" You warned her, but she just laughed, clearly proud of herself for coming up with comments that were pure gold to her.
After closing the clasp of your shoes, you straightened your back again, brushing over the dress out of habit and turned to the other woman in the room, "So?" Your voice suddenly heavy as if your heart had started beating faster, "How do I look?" The brunette smiled brightly at you, stretching her hands out to meet your waist, holding onto you tightly,
"Oh, suddenly you care about how you look for Mister Jeon," imitating the voice of the driver that was still waiting downstairs. You sighed and shook your head with the corners of your lips curling up, to which she quickly continued, "You look fantastic. I mean it." Looking directly into your eyes, where she found your pupils slightly shaking. "You're nervous, right?"
You nodded confused and placed a hand on your stomach, "Yeah? Why though?" Insecure about your own emotions. Binna's grin widened, if that was even possible anymore, turning into a genuinely kind smile,
"It's okay," she assured you. She knew what to assure you of, yet you were unsure about it. After a few last deep breaths and your friend throwing a coat over your shoulders, you were out, taking slow steps into the elevator before disappearing out of her sight. Binna closed your front door once you were gone and let a heavy sigh come out of her, "Damn... this is gonna take some time. Blind bitch..." and walked back into the living room to distract herself for a bit before she would drive back to her own place. In no way was she actually going to wait until midnight. She knew you weren't going to come home at any time before that.
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The driver was kind and smiled at you as you excused yourself repeatedly for being late and keeping him waiting but he exclaimed just as often that he was ordered to wait for however long you may take and to not stress you as well.
The drive to the event's place was spent quiet for the most time, until the older man spoke up, "So, you and Mister Jeon must be close." Stating, rather than asking.
You met his eyes in the review mirror, "Ehm... I-" unsure of how to answer, "W-we work together. I work at Oksan & Co."
He chuckled, "I know that. He told me about you." Speaking as if it was the most normal thing in the world for Jeon Wonwoo to mention you in a conversation.
"He told you about me?"
The driver seemed to have noticed the surprised tone in your voice and decided to elaborate, "I've been working for the Jeons for quite some time. I used to work for his father before the little Jeon took over the company," you chuckled at the nickname, "I know basically almost everything about him. He talks a lot." Does he? He doesn't seem like somebody that shares a lot with other people. "He told me about the new COO, but not much about your relationship to each other." Switching between looking at the road and you through the review mirror.
You suddenly felt your heartbeat quicken, trying to get your mind straight to find a quick answer, "Oh- co... coworkers. We're coworkers. Just... coworkers." You didn't catch the grin that formed on the man's face, but got to hear the slight amusement in his voice,
"You're the first coworker of his I'm driving, in my thirty years of working for them," raising his eyebrows to pronounce the words differently.
"Oh," you chuckled nervously, "Oh well," a tight and forced smile on your lips.
"Must be special," he quietly commented, letting those be the last words of your conversation as he took a right turn and came to a halt. He took off his seatbelt and stepped out of the car, walking over to your door, opened it and helped you out.
"Have a good night, Miss Yoon." He bowed, making you do the same before he showed you where to go and got back into the vehicle, ready to drive off. With one last deep breath, you dared to take the steps forward, walking towards the older building that greeted you with a red carpet and big wooden doors, open for everyone to step in. A man at the entrance stopped you, asking for your name. After telling him, he nodded and told you to go ahead. You thanked him with a smile and continued your journey inside, only to get stopped again,
"May I take your bag and coat, Miss?" A slightly younger man kindly questioned, his hand already reaching forward.
"O-oh, yes, of course," you shrugged off your purse, but not without snatching your phone out of it, and handed him the accessory and clothing item. "Thank you," you smiled and walked through the second set of doors, finding yourself in a big foyer again. People passed you, some almost pushing you out of the way, while others stood in groups on the sides, talking loudly. You let your eyes scan the room, hoping to find a set of familiar eyes, but were disappointed as you weren't even able to identify one person. You were about to get on your phone when a woman in a suit joined you, standing still next to you, holding out a tray of champagne-filled glasses, smiling. Reaching for one of them, you got interrupted by two bigger hands stopping yours, taking two glasses off the tray before handing one to you. You turned to your left and found the familiar eyes you had been looking for. With a thankful smile, you took the one Wonwoo was holding out for you as he thanked the waitress, making her walk away to greet another guest.
"Good evening," he greeted you, filling the empty space next to you that the woman had left, letting his eyes, only quickly, rake up and down your silhouette, smiling at the clothing item you were wearing.
"Hi," you sent him a forced smile, not catching his glance, your lips feeling tighter than before and your heart increasing its beating pace, just like it did in the car.
"I'm glad to see that you could make it," he spoke softly and you were still able to hear him over the murmuring of the other people around you, as the two of you started walking to nowhere specifically.
You shook your head, looking ahead instead of to him, "You didn't have to send your chauffeur to come and pick me up." Ignoring his comment. He let out a deep chuckle,
"Hongseok is happy if he gets to drive around a little bit." Hoping to amuse you a little bit, but you didn't let anything show on your face. Wonwoo suddenly stopped walking, stepping in front of you to look at you, "And I had to make sure that you would actually show up."
"You thought I wouldn't?" You finally let your eyes interlock again, which was probably the worst idea as you could already feel yourself not being able to look away.
"Was I right?" He smirked, already knowing the answers, and getting a confirmation by you pursing your lips and slowly nodding.
"Maybe..."
Wonwoo chuckled and hid his free hand in his pocket as he noticed the phone that you were still holding. He reached out, snatching it out of your hand and stopped you when you were about to comment on it,
"You don't have anywhere to put it, it's alright," and hid it in one of the pockets on the inside of his suit. "Alright," he spoke up louder, "You arrived just in time," walking next to you again, showing you where to go.
You looked at him confused, "In time for what?"
"Dinner," he smiled.
"Dinner? We're having dinner?" Instead of answering he made you look ahead, coming to sight with a big open room filled with tables on the side, leaving a dance floor in the middle. The walls were decorated in red and gold, making it look like an old theatre, which it probably was because of the insanely high ceilings and curtains on one wall. You wanted to ask him a question but shut yourself up once you noticed he was talking to one of the waiters who would bring you to your designated table. The younger man led the way, leaving Wonwoo and you behind him.
"What even is this event?" You wondered.
He shrugged, "Just some fancy celebration of CEOs where they can meet each other and talk and see if they'd like to collaborate or even merge."
"Don't you have enough collaborations with other companies?" You wondered, making him smile and turn his head towards you,
"You can never have enough collaborations if they bring in enough money."
"Of course," you rolled your eyes at his comment, but he kept his smile.
"Looks like I might have to teach you a little bit tonight." You stopped at one of the round tables in the room, and the waiter left the two of you, letting you know they would start serving the food very soon.
You scuffed, "You wish," looking him dead in the eyes before turning to the table, finding name signs in front of each seat. You looked for yours, which was of course right next to Wonwoo's and wanted to sit down, when he beat you to it, and pushed the chair back, motioning for you to sit down. You thanked him with a nod and eyed him as he took his seat to your right. Your eyes fell on his perfectly sitting tie that was sticking out from the rest of his all-black attire with the little bit of tissue in the chest pocket that had the same colour. Both had the same colour. The same colour as your dress. Even with force, you couldn't help but to let your lips slightly curl upwards, "Your tie," you pointed to it shyly, "has the same colour as my dress."
Wonwoo looked down and touched it, acting surprised by the realisation, "Oh, well would you look that. What a coincidence." Smacking his lips as he found your amused glance.
You nodded, "Yeah, even the same fabric."
"What a coincidence," he stuck to his act and found you to be entertained by it, having to look away and take a deep breath to try and hide the smile that you couldn't hold back. Before you two could continue whatever was starting to happen, an older couple joined you.
"Good evening," the voice of an older lady made you look past the CEO and immediately stand up, seeing her and an older man next to her. You bowed politely, greeting the two as well as the woman gasped, "Oh my, aren't you two young." Making you giggle and Wonwoo chuckle.
"Why would they place two old fucks next to such young entrepreneurs?" The man commented as he took a seat.
His partner was quick to slap his chest, "What is wrong with you? Don't swear in front of them." She warned him, making you want to smile at the interaction. She turned to you, "I'm sorry for my husband. I'm Lee Hyerim, and he's Kang Beomseok."
Wonwoo nodded with a smile, "It's very nice to meet you," and turned around to you, motioning with his hand to introduce yourself, which you quickly did, "I-I'm Yoon Y/N," and he did the same right after you.
The older couple smiled at both of you, watching you closely from their seats next to Wonwoo.
"And may I ask what company you are from?" Lee Hyerim wondered.
"Oksan & Co." Your CEO answered, pushing his chair slightly back, so he wouldn't block you from their view.
The wife gasped, "Oh, Oksan & Co.!" Hitting her husband in the stomach, "I told you about them," before turning back to you, "I read about you. Amazing what you're doing. Congrats." The two of you smiled politely.
"So, you're THE Jeon Wonwoo, from Vortex, right?" The older man suddenly spoke up, and the man next to you nodded,
"Correct."
"And who are you then?" He turned to you, still smiling, "Wait. Let me guess, employee of the month. And now you get to join the CEO to a nice business dinner. Huh?" You forced a chuckle out of you. This was not the first time it happened and wouldn't be the last time, but at least he seemed polite, so you kept your smile,
"COO actually," you cleared up before adding, "But soon to be employee of the month." Making the couple chuckle and Wonwo turn around to meet your eyes. He looked at you amused, happy to see you in a good mood. "I just gave myself that title. I hope you don't mind," you provocatively whispered. You hoped to rile him up, but only got met with a kind facial expression and what looked like a... proud smile?
"Not at all." He whispered back, leaning in slightly, his gaze lingering on you for a little too long, and turning around to the couple again, leaving you baffled at his reaction. You tried to annoy him, or get something out of him... anything but THAT. What the hell was THAT?
"Wow..." the woman exclaimed, "You guys are really only getting younger. I could've never imagined having such an important role in a company in my twenties. Unbelievable..."
"We're doing our best," Wonwoo nodded.
"Yeah," she chuckled, "I can tell. Oksan & Co. is doing so well right now."
Slowly but surely, people filled the empty seats around the table, introducing themselves to the two of you and to each other. Never had you ever imagined you'd be in a room with more CEOs than you could count. Another day for you to feel small as you looked around watching women next to other women, or some on the arms of their partners and dates.
You had fallen into a comfortable conversation with the woman that had sat down next to you. Boo Seomin, 32 years old, who recently had her second and, as he put it, 'hopefully last' child. She was here with her husband who was looking for a new printing company to bring out the magazine articles he and his employees were writing. While you were talking, waiters had already brought out the three-course meal and collected every bit of cutlery that was left, leaving only the glasses filled with alcohol on the table.
In the middle of your shared talk, you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder,
"Are you okay?" You turned to the side, coming to sight with the dark familiar pair of eyes looking at you carefully.
"Yeah," you nodded softly, feeling a small smile grazing your lips, making him do the same.
"Do you want something to drink?" Nodding towards the empty glass in front of you, "There's a bar back there. I can get you something." Looking around, you found what he was talking about. The neatly kept counters, bartenders serving drinks from behind them. You shook your head,
"No, don't worry. I can get it myself," and stood up only for a hand on yours stopping you,
"No, no, sit down. I'll get it." He insisted, but you pushed him down by his shoulder,
"I can do it," staring directly into his eyes, "What do you want?"
"Nothing, I'm good, thank you." Before completely leaving the table, you caught an older man from the table laughing at Wonwoo,
"Never fight about the independence of a woman, Mister Jeon." Making you smile as you made your way towards the bar.
If you had to stay here for longer, which currently seemed to be the case, you'd at least make the best out of it and use the free menu of liquor.
One of the bartenders rushed to you as soon as he saw you approaching the counter, taking your order and getting to it within seconds. While you were waiting, another silhouette showed up next to you.
"A beautiful woman like you is a CEO? Why not a model?" You looked to your left, encountering a young man, who couldn't have been much older than you, that was now leaning on the countertop as well. The pick-up line almost made you throw up and if this had been a club, you would've exactly known how to react, but this was a prestige event, so you had to stay professional and civil.
"Thank you, but I'm not interested," you shook him off, hoping this would make him leave. Of course, it didn't.
"Who says I'm interested? Can't give women compliments these days?" He simply wondered, slurring his words and chuckling to himself. 100% drunk.
"You can," you nodded, "Just not like that," and immediately shook your head afterwards.
The man rolled his eyes, "Then may I ask what company the beautiful lady in front of me is from?"
You leaned over, trying to see if the bartender was almost done, but you couldn't find him, so you continued smiling forcedly at him, "Oksan & Co."
He started mumbling and thinking to himself, "Oksan & Co, Oksan & Co..." repeating the name over and over again before the light inside of his brain seemed to have turned on, "Oh! Right. Jeon's new company."
Everyone really does know him.
"That's the one." You smiled, still waiting for the drink.
"And what do you there? You can't be CEO because that's already Jeon. So what are you?" He just wouldn't shut up. Your started shaking your legs impatiently, your fingers tapping on the stone top you were leaning on.
"COO," you quickly answered, finding the bartender who was making his way back to you.
"COO," the man repeated, "As if," a salty chuckle tumbled from his lips.
"As if what?" You took the drink into your hands but were suddenly more interested in the attitude that guy was giving you. You can put men into their place and still stay polite, you just have to try it. You can stick up to men that aren't your father. You've done it before, just do it again.
Words slurred out of his mouth but got interrupted by another voice that appeared a little too close to your left ear, making you jolt back, hitting a hard chest,
"Hey." Wonwoo's hands grabbed your shoulders to steady you as he smiled down at you and then at the man in front of you.
"Jeon!" The drunk man shouted, "Damn... I never thought I'd ever get to see you ever again." Greeting him with the typical bro-hug that looked way more uncomfortable to Wonwoo than it did to him, making you chuckle. You moved over, slightly more to the side, but felt a soft touch on the middle of your back to keep you right where you were.
"You're already CEO I heard," he congratulated the man behind you who nodded with a fake smile plastered on his face,
"You heard right."
"And the first thing you do is get yourself a hot assistant, I see, I see," he suddenly commented making you want to turn around. You tried doing that, and you would have been successful if it wasn't for the sudden gentle grab by your shoulders, keeping you close to Wonwoo. That definitely did not make your heart jump. No. No, it didn't. Why would it? Huh? No, it didn't.
"COO," Wonwoo corrected him, "She's the COO."
"Yeah," he started chuckling again, "That's what she said too." For a second there was silence before he continued out of the blue, "How well does she suck?" A disgusting and proud smile on the other man's face, making you gasp,
"Excuse me?!" You raised your voice, clearly too loud as you felt the man behind you keep you back, expecting you to lanch at the other CEO.
Wonwoo kept his cool, "What do you mean?" Continuing the conversation in his usual cold tone, making you scuff and fight his grip, which only led to him linking your arms together, and you give up.
The other man smiled, "Oh, come on, you know. How good was the head for you to make her the COO?" Not wanting to hear any more of the derogatory words that kept on coming out of his mouth, you grinned your teeth and started fighting Wonwoo's tight hold on your arm. It didn't seem to faze him much as he answered, pretending to think for a second,
"Hm...," letting his eyes scan the room, "I don't know to be honest", before looking ahead again, straight into the man's eyes, "But tell your mother that hers was great last night." Without waiting for a response that he wouldn't have gotten anyways as the guy was too shocked at the comment, Wonwoo dragged you away gently.
"Wh-," you stuttered, "What the fuck was that?" You freed yourself from his grip, coming to a halt on your way back to the table, standing in front of each other.
"What?" He questioned as if he didn't know what you were talking about. His face looked more tense than you had ever seen it before, making you slightly worry.
"That!" Pointing to the bar where the man was no longer to be seen.
He answered you, breathing heavily, "That's how you deal with men like that."
With your mouth slightly open, you kept switching gazing at him and the bar, "You can't just say things like that. Who knows who he's gonna tell that to."
The CEO shut his eyes and let out a heavy breath. "So you would've just let him continue talking to you like that?" He seemed enraged by what had happened, trying to calm himself down. Because yes, the scene had annoyed him, but what annoyed him, even more, was your opinion about his action.
"I don't need your help," you suddenly answered. It was a straight-up lie, yes. Would you confess to it though? No. Absolutely not. Wonwoo smiled with an annoyed eye roll, looking to the side,
"Clearly..."
The voice of Kang Beomseok joined you, "May I escort the lady for a dance," stopping right next to you, extending his hand towards you, but turning his head to the younger man's direction, who nodded and motioned for him to 'go ahead'.
You shook your head at the kind man, "I don't dance," but he had already gotten a hold of your hand, slowly dragging towards the dance floor.
"A woman can always do at least one dance," he joked. You turned around, a helpless look written all over your face as you found Wonwoo standing there, watching you with a smile, "You said you don't need my help." Were the last words you heard from him before you were too far away from him, and he got pulled to the side by the wife of the older man, making you chuckle. Karma.
Surprisingly, it was much less awkward dancing with Mister Kang. It felt more like you were enjoying some time with your grandfather that kept on running his mouth about the people around him, getting a laugh from you at every comment he gave.
"So," he started again, while you were swaying side to side in a comfortable distance, "You and Jeon Wonwoo? COO and CEO. Perfect match."
"Oh, no," you corrected him, "We're colleagues. We're... we're not... together in that way." He suddenly gasped, over exaggerating his facial expression, which made you giggle,
"What? Miss Yoon! How could you let that man suffer like that."
"Why suffer?" You chuckled.
"My wife and I could've sworn the two of you must've been together for at least a few years." He admitted.
Your curiosity suddenly lit up, "What made you think that?"
Kang Beomseok started explaining the situation from his point of view, "When you left to go to the bar, Mister Jeon's eyes never left you. Not even for a second. And when I turned around, I found out why," you wondering look made him continue. "Because of that man that came up to you. We were in the middle of a conversation when he excused himself, and I swear he almost RAN to stand next to you." A short moment was shared in silence, before he added, "I haven't seen a lot of men be like that, to be honest... that's something special. Even while we were talking and you were next to him, he would also try to steal a quick little gaze at you. Truly something special..."
"Why are you telling me this?" You whispered, surprised at what you had just heard. Your brain was still trying to comprehend the spoken words when he answered you,
"Because like I said, my wife and I could have sworn the two of you were a couple. We had no idea. But even now I already caught him looking at you twice."
"Huh?" You gazed at the man, who just smiled,
"My wife and Mister Jeon are only a few feet behind you," and waved to his partner. You wanted to turn around and see it for yourself, but he gave your hand a sudden squeeze, "Think about my words, alright?" He didn't even wait for an answer before spinning you around, letting go of your hand, making you bump into someone. You pressed your hands against the chest first, hoping to muffle the impact. With a quick look up, you came to sight with a familiar tie first, before seeing a smiling Wonwoo already glancing at you.
"Hi," he spoke quietly, using his deep voice.
"Hi," you greeted him back, suddenly shy by the look he was giving you. He got a hold of both of your hands and took them off his chest, only to let your right one rest in his left, while his right found its way to your back, keeping it on the highest possible position, where his palm wouldn't touch your skin.
"So," he started speaking, swaying from one side to the either, just like Kang Beomseok did with you, "I heard you don't dance."
Your heart had only started to recover from the scene at the bar before but was already starting to increase its beat again. Even with the kiss the two of you had shared a few days before, this seemed much more intimate. Much closer. You could, but didn't even dare to, rest your cheek against his shoulder, like most women would during a slow dance. Instead, you decided to play along to whatever he was doing, "Well, you heard correctly."
Wonwoo smiled at your answer, gripping your hand a little tighter before he leaned down, his mouth stopping almost directly next to your ear, "Then let me change that." And before you knew it, you were suddenly pushed away from him, his hand still holding on tightly to yours as he pulled you back in, spinning you around. The CEO grabbed your torso with one arm again, holding you close to him, as he crossed the floor with you with big steps, turning smoothly to the sound of the music playing. With one last spin, you were back, chest to chest, you looking up at him in shock, while he looked down at you, laughing at your reaction,
"Never do that again," you commented, still trying to make the world not spin anymore. Wonwoo started laughing, his chest and your hand on top of it shaking, making you hide your smile by pressing your lips to a thin line.
A comfortable silence fell amongst the two of you as you continued swaying side to side, the soft tunes of classical music filling the room, along with the chatter of the people around you. This wasn't a scene you could have ever imagined you'd find yourself in, so you didn't know what to do, other than to follow what he was doing. You wanted to speak, just say something that would get this silence away. But you couldn't because you couldn't even think of anything but starting a conversation about what had happened on Tuesday.
"See," his raspy voice interrupted your train of thought, "You do dance." You kept your eyes to the left, not wanting to come to sight with his eyes that continued starring at your side-profile,
"I'm only doing this because you're forcing me to."
"I would let go of you right now if you asked me to," he whispered softly. You didn't even budge. You didn't even let a muscle move in your body. He WOULD let go of you. Good to know. But you didn't want him to.
Wonwoo felt his lips curl up at your reaction of not doing anything to what he had just said. By the way, you were slow dancing and slowly rotating on the dance floor, his eyes fell to the older couple that had snatched you away from each other before. Both of them started smiling at him, sending him thumbs ups, making him chuckle, and you look up,
"What?" You wondered as you felt him laugh against you. He shook his head quickly,
"Nothing." And you didn't question it.
The music coming from the speakers had calmed you down, making you feel much more comfortable than in the beginning. You caught yourself moving your head slightly forward, letting your cheek rest against Wonwoo's shoulder - without your heels, you'd only be able to meet his chest with your face. The CEO looked down at you, watching the back of your head and your shining hair flowing down your shoulders. You relaxed again his form, letting out a big sigh, making him smile.
This moment didn't seem to end anytime soon as you shared another few seconds of silence. Suddenly he leaned down to be closer to your ear, “I know, I’m probably the last person you’d want to hear this from,” he whispered. Quietly, so you’d be the only one hearing the words that were only meant for you, “But I think you’re the most beautiful woman in this room right now.”
He felt your entire physique tense up against his body, your right hand that he was holding, giving his a quick squeeze unknowingly. You pulled your head away from him and met his eyes that were definitely too close. Trying to look for the lie in his gaze could go endlessly long because there was no lie. That man meant every single word that had just fallen from his lips.
Wonwoo’s eyes fell to your mouth that was slightly open from the shock of his confession. The intensity of the shared looks started becoming too much for you when you were finally able to look away, turning your head to the other side, grazing your cheek over his shoulder. You felt his chest move as a chuckle escaped from his throat, making you smile. His hand that he had kept on your upper back, making sure to leave it where the fabric of your dress was still against his palm, started moving lower. Slowly but surely, he tested how far you‘d let him go - and you weren’t going to stop him at any point. Wonwoo, himself, stopped before his hand could travel too far, letting it rest in a comfortable position on your lower back. What he didn’t know, was that the voices in your head had started screaming, begging, and pleading him to just move it a little bit lower. Just a little bit. And a little bit more.
“You hate me, right?” He suddenly asked. In this intimate moment, this man had the audacity to ask a question like that… he definitely knew how to use a moment...
“I…,” you breathed out, your voice shakier than you thought it would be, your mind still on the palm that you were feeling on your lower back, “What makes you think that?”
Wonwoo smiled, “Is that you’re way of saying you don’t?” Pushing his head back in hopes to see you looking up, which you did. With your eyebrows raised provocatively, you answered him, “I’m not saying I don’t.” Making the corners of his lips curl more. He lifted his head to look around the room as if he was searching for something, only to let his eyes rest on a different couple a few feet away from you.
With his glance still directed towards them, he dared to ask the question that had been playing on the tip of his tongue ever since he had gotten you into this position, “Would you be mad if I kissed you again?” You snapped your head to the right, finding him with the familiar grin gazing at you, waiting for a reaction.
You held back the smile that was daring to show on your lips while your eyes locked with his again, “Probably,” speaking softly to him.
He nodded, “Good.” That’s all the confirmation he needed to move your right hand, placing it on his chest, before his left one cradled your cheek in its palm, grazing his thumb over your blush and pulling you gently towards him, leaning down at the same time and meeting your lips for the second time ever since you had met. You melted into the kiss, your hand moving up higher to where his neck started, holding it in place there. Your lips moved against each other as you held your breath, still overwhelmed by what he was doing. The hand on your lower back pushed you closer even though you weren't sure how much closer the two of you could get.
His hand left your cheek, running it down your jaw to your neck, where he stopped, holding onto the back of it, letting a soft moan come from you. Your reaction assured him more of his action, feeling you not fight against him, but lean into what he was doing.
Your body was begging him to do more. Maybe it was the little amount of alcohol in your system, maybe it was the suppressed feelings of a touched-starved woman that hadn't ever got to be in a moment like that. To feel a man kiss you with more passion than you had ever asked for. For him to wait for the right moment to ask the right question and to only act with the consent and knowledge of your acceptance of his actions. And maybe it was a little bit of all of that. Whatever it was, you couldn't care less and just let your hands and lips move on their own.
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A gasp left your lips as you felt the coldness of the stone wall on your back that Wonwoo had pushed you against. He closed the door hastily, locking it to make sure no one would disturb you.
Not wasting another second, he pushed himself up against you again, his hands tightly on your waist, your kisses messy and out of breath as your fingers played with his tie, tugging on it. He chuckled with his deep voice, pushing his head back, your lips distancing themselves from each other, but your noses still touching. His eyes met yours, both of your pair filled with lust and need as he whispered,
"Tell me when to stop." But you were quick to shake your head, breathing heavily as you swallowed the lump in your throat. His eyes widened, "No?" Afraid that he had gone too far. Your arms crossed behind his neck, planning on pulling him closer within the next few seconds,
"I'm not gonna tell you to stop," you whispered against his lips, making him smirk. Your eyes were shaking as the hold on your waist tightened and he pushed you up against him again, your lips finding their way back to each other, moving in a fast rhythm. Once his grip moved lower to your hips, he breathed out,
"Jump." Making you do just that. His hands held onto your ass as your legs wrapped around his midriff. He carried you for a few steps, over to the table he saw when the two of you entered what seemed to be some kind of janitor closet. Wonwoo let you down, you now sitting comfortably with him between your legs. His finger trailed down your naked leg, having found the slit in your dress, that he specifically asked the tailor to add. With his mouth still on yours, you felt his tongue graze over your lips, making open your mouth wider. Enough for him to let his tongue slip in, and you, using yours as well. The soft touches of his fingers had reached your ankle, where he grabbed it and pushed it up.
He suddenly freed you from his kisses, distancing his face from yours, gazing into your eyes before slowly getting down on one knee, making you suck in a breath as you felt your stomach flutter. Wonwoo kept his eyes on yours while his soft lips kissed your ankles, his hands holding onto your feet that were still in your black high heels. His mouth travelled up your leg, slowly, leaving a kiss after every centimetre that he got higher. Once he has reached your knee, he didn't stop and continued keeping his lips on your leg. With one quick pull, he moved your hips closer to the edge of the table. A gasp tumbled from your lips. You let your head fall back, feeling him go higher and higher, with no intention of stopping. His hand had found their way to your naked hips, pushing the red silk up. If you believed in a God, you thanked him for giving him the idea to put a slit in that dress.
Your fingers tangled into his hair once he was high enough, making him groan when you started pulling at it. His fingers wrapped around your underwear suddenly, tugging gently at it, as if to ask for permission, which is exactly what Wonwoo did. He straightened his back again after leaving one last kiss on your inner thigh, coming up to hover over you, his grip still on the lace you were wearing.
"May I take these off?" He whispered, making you shudder as you couldn't look away from his dark eyes that you were still able to see in the poorly lit closet. You nodded shakingly, which seemed to not be enough for him. "Use your words, Miss Yoon."
A gasp was very close to fall from your lips when he used your last name instead of addressing you by your first - not even in a situation like this did he.
"Yes," your voice quivered making him chuckle and after sending you a proud grin, he got back down on his knees, only to get pulled up by you, your fingers tugging on his hair. He groaned by didn't hesitate to press his lips back on yours as his hands yanked your panties off. You were about to raise your legs for him to pull them off, but his impatience got the best of him, and he decided to rip them into two halves. A shaky moan tumbled from your lips, as a quiet
"Sorry," rang through your ears. But you couldn't care less. With your arms around Wonwoo's neck, you pulled him as close as you possibly could, and got yourself to sit even closer to the end of the table, hoping to find some release of the friction. You felt the roughness of his pants rub against your core, making you moan into his mouth. As this was not enough for you, no matter how much you started moving your hips, you let your hands fall down, your fingers playing with his belt, opening it quickly before getting to work at his buttons. You fiddled with them for a little too long, making Wonwoo push your hands to the side and open his pants himself, letting them drop down his legs - his underwear doing the same thing. As soon as you heard his bottoms coming off, you let your eyes travel down, breaking away from the heavy make-ou session.
You found his hard length sticking up, almost hitting his stomach making you gulp. Not for long did you leave your gaze on his cock as a finger underneath your chin made you lift your head again,
"Eyes are up here, Miss Yoon." You blushed at his comment, hiding it by pulling him in by his tie, making him chuckle against your lips. Your legs captured him, not letting him go anytime soon, but suddenly he quit again, looking down and patting his suit jacket, "Ah fuck," he breathed out.
"What?" You wondered.
"I don't have-" and you immediately understood,
"I'm on the pill, it's okay." You shook him off, trying to pull him closer again, but he stopped you with a tight grip on your hips.
"Are you sure?" His kind eyes, filled with darkness and lust, made you almost moan out loud, but there was no time to fall for them, so you just nodded quickly,
"Jesus, yes, just fuck me," clearly out of breath and annoyed at how long this was taking. Your whining made him grin,
"Impatient, I see," Wonwoo commented, keeping his eyes on you instead of continuing with what he was doing. The intensity of his stare made you slap his arm, irritated by his actions. It only made him chuckle again, before he let his finger glide over your clit without warning, making you jolt up and moan, your eyes still interlocked.
He shut you up by placing his lips back on yours, your arms pulling him as close as possible. The CEO continued rubbing the tip of his index and middle finger around the bud, getting nothing but whines and moans from you, feeling your hips starting to grind against his movements. His fingers moved down your slit, stopping at your entrance as he switched to using his middle and ring finger, slowly pushing them inside.
You shuddered. Your fingernails scratched his neck as you raised your legs, your heels carving into his lower back with every centimetre that he went deeper.
"Fuck, you're so wet already," he groaned into your mouth as he felt your wetness coating his fingers, them grazing your walls along with the motions of your hips.
"Then just put your cock inside of me already," your impatience and neediness were killing you, along with the man that could go on teasing you about it for as long as he'd like.
Wonwoo chuckled, his deep voice echoing through the room, "Your foul mouth's gonna be the death of me."
"Fuck you," you exclaimed, looking at him with a frown. He sent you one last grin before pulling his fingers out and replacing them immediately with his hard dick, that was just waiting to be inside of you.
You threw your head back as a loan moan escaped your throat, your nails digging into his shoulders. He immediately picked up his pace, having already waited long enough, not wanting to waste any more time to fill you up. You pulled yourself up, letting your forehead rest against his shoulder while his hands helped you keep up with the rhythm that he was going at by pushing your hips along with it.
"AH," you shouted out, "FUCK!" Making him groan into your neck as he started kissing it up and down. You could feel every vein of his cock moving against your walls that were hugging him so tightly, letting him know that there was no way he could last for too long.
"Jesus, you're so fucking tight," he moaned into your ear. The feeling of the heels of your shoes drilling into his back made him pick up his speed, hoping to get you as close as he was as soon as possible. You let one of your hands hold onto the table you were sitting on, trying to let it help you raise your hips better and at a quicker pace, without needing the CEO to pick them up whenever he slammed his cock inside of you.
"Fuck, Wonwooo," you whined out loud, your voice sounding magical to him as he heard you yell out his name in ecstasy.
"Oh, we're going by first names now?" He raised an eyebrow, leaning back to capture your eyes with his, finding you in your fucked out state, making him want to kiss you immediately again. You rolled your eyes at him, which made him chuckle and push himself up against you. He wished he could rake his palms over your entire body but without his tight grip on your hips, you wouldn't get done as quickly as he wanted to, and he felt the need to release very soon. Your arms interlocked behind his neck again as you started moaning into his mouth. You wanted to feel him as close as possible, your chest rubbing against his, your nipples coming in touch with the friction.
"Y/N," Wonwoo groaned, "Shit..." capturing your lips into another harsh kiss as he felt your walls slowly tightening around him.
"I-I'm gonna cum," your high-pitched whine rang through his ears making him moan out loud,
"Fuck, yes," he kept on going at the same harsh pace with his hips, "Come on. Cum for me." With every push inside of you, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release.
The small room was filled with your groans, whines, your skin slapping against each other, and the sound of your wetness daring to spill out of you. All of this brought the two of you to moan loudly.
Not much later, you felt Wonwoo's fingers digging into your hips, making you groan in pleasure and pain, as in the next second, he filled you up with his cum, jolting up with a loud groan, continuing his movements as he muffled his sounds with a kiss.
Only two seconds later, the intensity of your own orgasm shot through your body, your hands tightening around his neck as your body felt limp against his, only moving because of his still tight grip on you. Your heavy breathing mixed with your whining that kept falling from your lips was the only melody he wanted to hear at this moment. Wonwoo's hands dropped you to sit back on the table properly as his palms found their way back your waist, gliding up and down the silk fabric. You raised your hand, your fingers running through your hair, pushing it away from your face,
"Oh, fuck..." you breathed out and closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing just as Wonwoo's dick exited your pussy, leaving you feeling empty.
Once you opened them again, you found no one in front of you anymore, only jolting up in surprise as you felt soft fabric running over your still sensitive core. You straightened your back and sat up, looking down to see Wonwoo back on his knees. In his hand was a piece of red fabric that he was using to clean up every drop that kept on gushing out of you. You chuckled at the sight, even though you shuddered whenever he purposely grazed your clit,
"I never thought I'd ever see you on your knees like that." You couldn't hold yourself back from commenting on his position. A smug smile played on his lips. Wonwoo waited until nothing of his cum, mixed with yours, was left, before standing up again, cleaning his fingers up with the same piece of fabric and putting it back into his chest pocket - so that's where he had that from all of a sudden, you wondered.
He brushed over his attire as you noticed that he had also put on his pants again, looking as if nothing had happened. Well, except for his dishevelled hair that you couldn't get enough from.
The CEO closed your legs by pushing them together, grabbed you by your hips, and lifted you up, only to put you down on your feet again. As soon as he noticed you buckling from the aftereffect of your orgasm, he placed your hands on his shoulders, leaving him to hold onto the table behind you, trapping you between his arms. His face was as close as it had been a few times before, staring into your soul with his dark eyes,
"There's not a lot of people I'd get down on my knees for." He admitted with a wicked grin on his lips. His confession made you gulp, not taking your eyes off of him.
The finger of his right hand followed your hairline of the side of your face, pushing one strand behind your ear, "May I take you home?"
You raised your eyebrows, "You want to take me home? To my place?" Unsure as to why he would let the night come to an end all of a sudden, but his smile let you know otherwise,
"No, not your home. My home." He captured your chin, rubbing his thumb across your lower lip, "Let me take care of you," taking a small step closer to you, "Let me put you down on a bed, kiss every single inch of your body. Strip you out of this tight dress." Letting his other hand rake over the red silk.
You thought for a second, before answering, "I still don't like you." You couldn't even fully convince yourself of your statement, but it made him chuckle in his deep voice,
"You can dislike me all you want after that." Keeping his eyes directly on yours.
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–❄ here. Thanks for answering my ask and yes I am gonna add a request ^–^
Can you make a Genderfluid!Reader who's a Wandering Potion Maker/Mage and a Older Sibling Figure to C!Tommyinnit?
They met during exile when Reader visited Logstedshire when Reader delivered some potions for a client named Dream. They quickly bond over until wanderlust struck and Reader had to leave.
Fast-forward to when Dream escaped prison and chased Tommy.
The minor in desperation, ran into a lake far from the SMP, and was cornered by the escapee. As that runaway criminal raised his hand to strike the child with his weapon, a harming max tipped arrow whizzed and struck the hand holding the axe/sword Dream was holding, which caused the man to howl in pain. Tommy observed and saw caution and hesitation as the manipulator left, but not without a threat to top it off. Out of the leaves and branches came his savior, a person he wanted that came when he needed them the most, just like promised. His sibling.
Cue Reader taking Tommy in and asked him to travel the world with them, which he complied. And obviously Shroud was with them.
Also a few facts if needed.
× Reader is skilled at crossbows and tridents.
× Due to the efficiency and power of the reader's potions, they're nicknamed as "Aeon Witch". Techno even has heard and became a customer, calling them "Asteria/Astraeus/Chaos" [Both Titans of Astrology and Chaos is the embodiment of the Void/Nothingness. I can't find another God who can fit Hecate, The God/Titan/Deity of Witchcraft/Magic, so take this instead].
× Reader gave Tommy a Crossbow with his motifs/colors painted and Tommy gave the Reader a Heart Of The Sea.
× Reader is obviously neutral and doesn't bother themselves on war and all.
× Reader is an early bird/one of the server's first.
Thanks for reading this. If it's against your boundaries/rules or you can't write it, feel free to delete ^–^
Wow this is by far one of the most descriptive asks I’ve ever gotten (not like I’ve gotten a lot, lol) and I may have misread some points but this was really fun and I’m happy to have written it for you. Sorry it took forever, I hope it turned out good
Wanderer
Summary: Whenever Tommy needed someone the most you always came at the right time…
Characters: Tommy x genderfluid!Reader
Relationship: platonic, familial
Pronouns: he/she/they (mostly kept neutral tho)
You checked then double checked to make sure you had the coordinates correct, when you were sure this was the right place you look around at the landscape in front of you. There wasn’t much to see, aside from some mobs there was hardly a living soul in sight.
“Is this really where they wanted the order dropped off?” You wonder aloud.
“Drop off what where?” You jump in surprise at the sudden voice, spinning on your feet you aim your trident at whoever startled you. The person, or rather ghost, holds up his hands in surrender. “Oh! I’m sorry for startling you, it’s just people don’t come by the area often.” He says, offering you a smile. Slowly you lower your weapon.
“It’s alright…” You trail off, realizing you didn’t get his name.
“Ghostbur!” He happily replies, catching on.
“Ghostbur. Do you mind telling me where I can find a man by the name of Dream? The coordinates said this was supposed to be the drop off, but no one else is here.” This makes the ghost’s face brighten up.
“Are you by chance the Aeon Witch?” He asks, you’re now the one smiling as you nod. “It’s lovely to meet you in person! You just missed Dream but I can show you where you can put the items until he returns!” You’re quick to follow him, his friendly mannerisms making it hard not to want to trust him. You follow the ghost until a chest labeled payment comes into view. “Here you are! You can drop the items into this chest and claim your payment.” You look inside the chest to find the appropriate payment of diamond and emeralds left inside, accepting it before placing the few potions and tipped arrows you made for the order.
“Well thank you very much for the help, Ghostbur. I would’ve been searching all day if you hadn’t come along.” You thank, he giggles.
“You’re very welcome.” He beams before his expression drops slightly. “Do you think you could do me a quick favour?” He suddenly asks, you give a short nod and wait for him to continue. “I have a friend not too far from here, do you think you could pay him a visit? I know it must be very lonely out here for him, I think a new friend like you could help.” He asks, almost like a subtle plea, pointing to a wooden fort in the distance. How could you say no, after all it’s not like you had a lot going on now that you dropped off your order.
“Sure, I’ll pay your friend a visit.”
“Oh wonderful! Thank you so much!” Ghostbur’s practically jumping for joy at your agreement, he gives you a quick hug of gratitude before departing. You make your over to the wooden structure, inspecting the outside of it finding a sign reading Logstedshire.
“Quaint.” You mutter to yourself.
“Ahhh!” The sudden scream has you spinning around, ready to draw your weapon, until your eyes land on a blond teen looking… not in the greatest shape to say the least. You’re about to say something but he speaks up again. “Someone actually came to visit?! Holy sh- this is great! Don’t know who you are but it’s fine.” He cheers simply for your presents in the same area as him. Your expression softens at this, seeing his physical state and his reaction to a stranger coming to visit really spoke a lot about his situation.
“Hi, my name’s (y/n). What’s yours?”
“Name’s Big Man Tommyinnit! But just Tommy works too.” He says with a look of pride in his eyes, you chuckle at his antics.
“Nice to meet you Tommy. Why don’t you tell me all about yourself?” This really brightens the boy up as he starts talking your ear off about anything and everything he’s been up to.
The two of you share stories with each other, you talk about your job and travels across the server and even beyond, while he talks about the wars he’s partaken in and his discs. When you both slowly run out of stories to tell you start making jokes and poking fun at one another, you smiling when you see Tommy let out a genuine hearty laugh you’re sure he hasn’t had in a long while. Alas, time can only last for so long, the urge to get back on the road too strong for you to deny.
“Well, while I have to say it’s been amazing getting to hangout and talk with you, the road calls to me. I have just enough time to make it to…” Your voice trails off as you plot your next route. A saddened sigh bringing back your attention.
“Man, must be nice getting to travel wherever you want, free of rules and worries.” Tommy leans his head against you for a second before moving away just as quickly and turning to give you a smile, though this one looks just slightly more forced. “But it’s fine, Dream should be back in a few days so I’m not going to be alone for too long.” You can’t help but frown at this, from what you were able to gather while talking to Tommy was that he was in this exile because of Dream, sure there were other factors at play too but the man still brought this teen to be left in isolation over a mistake he very much didn’t commit. Worse still, you noticed that despite everything Dream’s done to Tommy, he was still convinced they were friends.
“Hey, you know what else is nice about being a wanderer with no rules or worries?” He looks at you curiously, waiting for you to continue. “I can come back to visit whenever I want.” The forced smile turns back into a large genuine one.
“For real! You’ll come back!?!” You nod and he nearly tackles you in a hug, you chuckle and start ruffling up his hair, turning into full laughter when he starts whining and trying to shove you away…
As promised you came back to visit as often as you could, telling of your travels and trades, Tommy would always listen intently to each tale you told. Oddly enough you’d somehow time your visits when Dream wasn’t around, probably for the better honestly, it was good and seemed to help boost Tommy’s moral whenever you’d come by. However one trip told a different story when you arrive only to find Logstedshire blown to pieces and Tommy nowhere to be found. You look around, only spotting a tower that leaves a slightly uneasy feeling in your gut when you stare at its looming shape, with a sigh you decide sticking around isn’t going to make things better. Besides, you did still have one more delivery to make in the tundra and time was of the essence.
Wandering through the frozen landscape you keep looking at the coordinates you were given, they changed every time you delivered orders here. Finally approaching your destination you see two figures in the distance, the falling snow making it a little confusing to make out any distinguishing features, weary you approach with more caution, one hand resting on the crossbow strapped to your belt.
“State your business!” You hear once you’re closer.
“I’ve come to deliver Chaos!” You call back, using the code phrase given. There’s a soft sigh of relief before the anarchist finally approaches you properly. “I believe you’ll find everything you asked for here.” You say holding up the various potions and arrows he requested. Searching around he grunts in displeasure before turning and shouting to the second figure in the distance.
“Tommy! Did you steal my diamonds! I told you I needed those! Get over here!” He shouts, you feel a sense of joy and relief wash over you at the mention of the teens name.
“Lighten up man, remember we- (Y/N)!” The blonde nearly tackles you to the ground, he wasn’t even fully going for a hug just tackling you, making you laugh.
“Good to see you too big man.” You say bringing him in for a noogie, he whines about it because of course he does, you were just happy to see him in a much better mood and looking a lot better then he did in exile. After a short explanation to a confused Techno you handed over his order as Tommy “begrudgingly” payed you.
Things were good for a while, getting to chat and catch up about everything so far, but ultimately the call for travel beckons you to take your leave. Now that Tommy had a comm again he relentlessly messaged you, asking about your travels and what you were up to, you happily answered all his questions while asking him the same, being able to keep up with all the happenings around the SMP. From wars to final confrontations to building a hotel, he filled you in on everything he could while you did the same for him. However one day the messages stopped coming, the last thing he told you was he needed to pay Dream one last visit. You were worried for him, the first few days the messages stopped you tried to stay optimistic, it was a lot seeing someone who brought so much pain, that you figured maybe Tommy just needed some time to himself after. But when a whole week went by and still nothing you felt a sinking feeling in your chest, dread lingering in your mind, so much so that even if your call to the open road was strong your worry for Tommy was stronger. You had to make sure your brother was safe…
He was gone… Once you finally returned to the SMP you asked around if anyone's seen Tommy, everyone just gave you saddened looks until Puffy informs you that he had perished while in prison. It felt like your heart shattered, so many what if's and if only's flooded your mind as you turn to leave without a word, never before had the feeling to wander felt so strong…
How much time had passed? You weren’t sure, you practically dropped off the face of the earth for a long while, no contact with anyone on your comm, only ever really interacting and trading with different villages when it was necessary. Today you found yourself wandering closer to the SMP’s outskirts after so long of avoiding the place, you pause while you contemplate your next course of action. A scream in the distance making up your mind for you as you head towards the sound, already loading your crossbow. A beautiful lake comes into view, but that’s not what’s drawing your attention, rather the crazed masked man and extremely familiar blonde hold your attention more.
“Oh Tommy~” Dream taunts.
“Stay-stay away from me!” You don’t have much time to think, seeing Dream raise his weapon you take aim with your own and launch your harming arrow at his hand, quickly loading in a second when he howls in pain and looks around frantically. You fire a second arrow, sticking him in the shoulder, the man writhes in pain before staggering away.
“Don’t think this is over! I’ll be back, and you’ll regret it!” He yells before finally leaving.
“Pitiful man, tormenting others to make himself feel powerful.” You spit as you step out of your hiding spot. You walk over to a wide eyed Tommy, noticing the white streak in his hair. “You okay?” As joyful as you felt seeing he was alive, you needed to make sure he wasn’t harmed. His breathing was heavy as he stares at you, relief and joy in his own eyes as he springs out of the lake and crushes you in a hug, failing miserably to hid his sobs. You hold him in the embrace you both desperately needed for a while, until you feel something squirm between you both. You let go and yelp in surprise at the little spider child that stares at you curiously.
“Sorry, don’t worry about him, he’s with me.” Tommy says, noticing your tense stance. You breath out a sigh and relax a little, it goes silent between the two of you for a moment.
“Last I heard, you died…” You say slowly, still processing that he was standing in front of you. “I don’t know how long I’ve been away, but… I’m just glad to see you again.” You already feel the tears threatening to fall.
“You have no idea how relieved I am to see you. Everywhere I go people have backstabbed me one or another, it’s getting harder to trust people. But not you, you’ve always been there when I’ve needed someone the most. Even if it’s just to annoy me.” He says genuinely, poking fun at you a little. You playfully narrow your eyes at him before pulling him into a noogie, which he tries to escape from, the both of you end up laughing.
“So who’s this little guy?” You ask, turning the attention back onto the spider child.
“This is Shroud!” He introduces, you kneel down to be more at eye level with them.
“Hello Shroud, I’m (y/n). Tommy’s big sibling… or at least I like to think I am.” This earns you a happy hiss from the child and a choked cough from Tommy as he tries to hide a smile. You two play some catch-up with each other after so long, conversation between you both coming so naturally it was like the two of you never even parted to begin with.
“It’s getting late.” Tommy sighs sadly. “I guess we should make our way home.” He says picking up Shroud.
“Wait!” You stop him. “It’s obviously not safe for you to just stay in the SMP anymore, what with Dream being on the loose now.” You start.
“Yeah, but where else am I supposed to go?”
“You could come with me! Both of you!” You smile at him, he looks at you a bit confused. “Think about it, you once told me you liked the idea of wandering without rules or worries. So why not come with me? We could travel to places far beyond the SMP I can show you all the places I’ve been to time and time again.” You explain.
“You really want me to come with you?”
“Absolutely! And you wanna know the best part?” You pause as he looks at you with both interest and hesitance, you give him a smirk. “Best part about being a wanderer, we can always visit the SMP whenever we want, if you ever want to see your friends there.” You say, helping to calm some of his concerns. “So, what'd you say?” You hold out your hand in an offer, it doesn’t take him long to accept with a large smile…
You watch as your brother runs around the camp you set up, playing with Shroud as the spider child chases after him, Cat playing on the jukebox Tommy placed next to the tent. You hum to yourself contently, looking over at the newest addition to your party since your last visit to the SMP. The robotic creeper/raccoon was a welcomed addition, Sam Nook while originally programmed to help with construction was proving to be very handy as a bodyguard when no construction was needed.
“Aye! (Y/n)!” You hear Tommy calling you over, frantically waving his arms to get your attention. You chuckle to yourself and make your way over.
“Sup?” You look at him curiously, he motions for you to close your eyes and hold out your hands. You roll your eyes but follow the instructions, only opening your eyes again when you feel something being placed in your hands.
“Found this on our latest trip! I wanted to give it to you when we were finally settled down.” Tommy says with a big smile as you stared bewildered at the Heart of the Sea in your hands.
“This is really for me?” You ask touched by the gesture.
“Yeah… It’s a thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Seriously, I have no idea where I’d be had you not been there.” He says genuinely in his own Tommy way. You let out a breathy laugh as you tuck the item safely into your inventory.
“Probably an absolute wreck somewhere in a ditch.” You tease, getting a playful shove from him in retaliation. “But, since we’re giving each other gifts… this is for you.” You say pulling out a crossbow that you made yourself, sporting the colours of the old L’Manberg flag you knew he loved as well as a few other surprises for him to find.
“No way! This is awesome!” He gawks at the item, taking it from you and immediately starts searching for some arrows to test it out. Another hum of contentment escapes you as he get Sam to help him practice with the new crossbow, the world felt peaceful. Sure there were still hiccups, Tommy clearly still suffered from some PTSD, but that was to be expected over everything that’s happened. That wasn’t what mattered though, right now things felt calm, right now he was enjoying himself as he deserved.
Right now he was healing, and that’s all you could ask for.
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Hi, its Grim anon! I was wondering if I could request a platonic bench trio with y/n (she/her) who is very open about her affection for the three (constantly complimenting them, saying ily, etc.), but lately she's been worried that people will take it the wrong way so she's stopped? And now they're like. Where's my Y/N validation? :(
yep yep!! here you go, grim anon! ^^ sorry if I got a bit off track? I'm not sure if I did or not!
platonic!BenchTrio x affectionate!y/n
pronouns: she/her
other information on the reader:
. minor
. very open with her affection
. minecraft streamer
. faceless streamer
. it's against her boundaries for anyone other than friends to use her real name
warnings: sexism/misogyny (ends well, the haters are addressed), idk but the "girl near streamer I like? ew wtf 😒" type of hate (also gets addressed n shut down), little angst, distancing yourself from friends, trying to change yourself, cussing, mention of "weird comments" made towards y/n *ALL OF THESE ISSUES ARE ADDRESSED AND SHUT DOWN THOUGH !!!
form: headcanons
summary: y/n is super openly affectionate with all of her friends! unfortunately, a lot of people think that's a negative thing, though Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo notice y/n's change and get to the bottom of it to fix the issue ^^
genre: platonic, little angst, fluff(?) after it gets found out, hurt to comfort type of deal ^^
abbreviations: s/n -> streamer name, y/n -> your name
note: I'm not very good at angst yet so I'm sorry if it kinda sucks !! :(
you were very in touch with your loving side and showed all your friends affection very openly and however you could
unfortunately, since y'all didn't live near each other that meant that you had to wait for visits for like hugs n stuff :(
at first you didn't think much of it, affection was a normal thing between friends, why do it differently on stream?
you would often tell the boys how much you loved them and we're genuinely happy and grateful that y'all were friends
complements and validation paired with this, naturally
the boys looked forward to streams with you, not only because you where best friends but for the serotonin that your affection brought :D
actually!! on streams with all of you together, it wouldn't be uncommon for tommy, tubbo, and ranboo to playfully fight over your affection
it would be in different ways though, like with Tommy, you would complement either ranboo or tubbo and if you didn't state a name tommy would be like "THAT WAS MENT FOR ME, (TUBBO/RANBOO)" after they thanked you
meanwhile tubbo would either go on about betrayal and how you didn't love him anymore and he's going to run away or he would do something along the lines of ":(( what about meee"
and ranboo, if the compliment wasn't aimed at him, even if you clearly added tommy or tubbo's name at the end, would always reply "thank you" or something similar
however it's different if the compliment is directed at them!
ranboo would thank you, do a small laugh that's half flustered half awkward, and then complement you back (he got less awkward and flustered as he got more used to it though!)
you could hear the smile in tubbo's voice as he loudly thanks you and gives you like 3 compliments in return
tommy, it would depend if either of y'all are streaming or not! yes? "I know" all jokingly cocky like. no? "thank you, I guess" he says it as a half joke, it's a genuine thank you, but he likes keeping it playful so the "I guess" is thrown on, it's random if he gives you a complement back or not, it's literally not even dependant on how he feels, it just at random
also I feel like you and Tommy would have like a "ily!! /p" "ew /j" bit, very often I will add 👍
like while your streaming you like "tommy!! I love you, thank you for being my friend :)" and him, completely disregarding the last bit, would reply "EWW, Y/N YOU DO KNOW IM I MINOR CORRECT??"
if him ever saying ew hurts your feelings then he won't say it, however he will say the rest, unless him deflecting your "ily" makes you feel bad as well, it's fairly easy to crack him to say it back since you're best friends
a lot of back and forth, but not too hard since he never wants to genuinely hurt you
ALSO if you complement him (on stream ofc) he will find a way to turn it around, not onto you, but just turning into something too tame to be labeled and insult but definitely something close!
"I like your sunglasses!!" "oH??? SO YOU DONT LIKE MY EYES??? THANKS S/N"
(also feel like tubbo might do this)
ofc would stop if it makes you sad/uncomfortable/etc
with ranboo though, he might occasionally do that, but it's way more often for you two to get into complementing matches (just going back and forth with complements)
you also sometimes do the "ily more" thing, just because it's funny bc it's like a cringe romance movie thing, y'all never do it on stream though because ppl might make it weird, and some friend quirks are better kept private anyway, just a you two thing :)
occasionally the "no you hang up first" too, except you both play they teen girl waving her hand and saying it the most high pitched voice she can. it's so funny hearing ranboo going so high 💀💀
as a rising streamer, of course you have Twitter, and your subtwt isn't toxic – due to your personality and stuff, the people you attract to your content are all pretty loving and chill! ofc there's a few bad eggs, but that's just what happens, you choose to ignore those few
but since you've gotten more popular, people finding you through your more popular friends, you've seen a rise of tweets mentioning you, whether it be in general or in the boy's replies
you're glad to be getting more popular, now you can find more people who seek comfort from your content, which was your goal when you started anyway! so it's all exciting! ..at first.
rise in people means rise of people in the toxic 1%, and also means rise of haters or people who just don't like you
sometimes you come across tweets like "why does y/n feel the need to be around ranboo, tubbo, and tommy? leave them alone ffs, she got her fame she wanted, she can leave now 🙄✋" and "we get it, girl streamers are less talented so you needed to leech off they boys' talent! like is she done yet or??" or occasional tweets saying something about shipping – which is against not only your boundaries but all of they boys' as well.
the replies being full of "use s/n, using her real name is breaking her boundaries! and if you have an issue, then don't watch the streams she's in, dickhead!", "you could just mute her name on here and not follow her twitch, you're being overdramatic for no reason", "hey hey, remember that s/n checks her indirects", "ew, deactivate", "aw, are you scared bc a girl is better than you at gaming? aw you gonna cry??", etc, makes you feel a bit better, but the punch from the original tweet lingers
after seeing a bit more, you saw the majority of the haters – and weird people – you saw the root of it was probably because you were so affectionate towards you friends and just being around them in general
so, it'd be best to stop, right? don't participate in as many streams, stop being so affectionate in general, to be honest you were already quite anxious that you being so "clingy" was annoying, the hate just solidified it
so you have a plan in line, the hard part is executing it :(
to start, you stopped complimenting them as much on stream, and the late phone calls lessened, and those became more and more noticeable before you "got too busy" to be in as many streams as you used to
I feel like ranboo would notice first and try talking to you before bringing it up to tommy and tubbo, but when you replied "oh! yeah I'm good dw :)" he knew it was a lie and went to the others
"what do you think is going on?" "I'm not sure" "whatever it is, do you think this is why she stopped being so affectionate? I miss it"
then it clicked for tommy while ranboo and tubbo still tried to figure it out
"do you think it's family problems?" "no, last time they has family problems they became more clingy and their phone calls were more frequent, not-" "wait wait wait"
tommy checked your social media platforms, of course they had more followers than before
"what? tommy?" "I think it's more of an online hate problem" tommy leaned back in his chair, running his hands over his face before looking over at the discord call as the two others made sounds of shock, "yeah, this started after her platform got bigger and she got more well known" "..you're right" "how- how do we fix it?" "address it on a stream?" "no, no, not yet, I think we should contact y/n first, see if she'll tell us if we're right or not" "I could try? last time I texted her she responded pretty quickly so maybe that still applies?" "yeah, tell us if we're right or not and we'll continue from there"
so ranboo texted you, making sure to form the text to get to the point but not scare you, he knows how anxiety inducing confrontation, especially from friends, can be for you
you didn't know exactly how to respond, would it be better if you lied? or would the truth be better?
after a few times of the "..." appearing and disappearing on ranboo's screen before you message of ",, yeah, that is the reason actually ;; I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I thought it'd be better to just distance myself :(" sent through
the boys on call could hear the frown in ranboo's voice when he sighed and said "oh" "were we right?" "just a second"
ranboo replied to you, reassuring you that you don't don't have to apologize for not telling them and it isn't your fault, making sure to remind you that you can come to either him, tommy, or tubbo whenever you want
"yeah, she got hate, and I guarantee that if we go through her indirects then we'll see what exactly happened, we may have to scroll a bit though" so they searched around on Twitter and found some, then tubbo spoke "do you think she would want to join call so we can figure out what to do to fix this?" "I can text her, though maybe we can more of distract and comfort her tonight? we can talk about the hate and stuff another time" "yeah yeah, I think that's a good idea"
so he texted you to see if you'd like to join the call, you accepted and ended up playing video games with them – mainly Minecraft servers – for a few hours before tommy had you and ranboo (assuming you're in the US or close) sign off to get some sleep (if you're in the UK or close, he had you and tubbo sign off and then signed off himself for some sleep)
the next day you guys hopped back on call to discuss how you guys would fix it, as well as them giving a bunch of positive comments about your affection :)
you guys decided on a serious stream from Tommy's account, it was either tommy or ranboo's account, but you guys chose tommy bc he's not anxious about turning off donos and other things
you guys discussed that the hate you were getting was uncalled for, and the weird comments were to be stopped immediately.
"I think that's everything? y/n, anything else?" "yeah I think that's about it, thank you guys so much!!" "alright, one more thing before we go- chat- chat, if you have an issue with y/n being in our streams just don't watch our streams! if you don't like y/n we don't want you here" "tommyyyy :(( (/pos)" "wait wait!! chat, if anyone asks or is being rude either spread clips on the stream or screenshots of the tweets we posted!! we want to make sure that everyone – even those not watching the stream – are informed!" "alright, bye chat, I better not see any more y/n negativity!!"
there wasn't negativity in chat when you went to check btw :)! it was in emote-only bc they thought it'd be the best thing to do and most of the chat was filled with hearts and other positive emotes! <33
now whenever hate stuff it posted the replies have screenshots of either tommy, tubbo, or ranboo's tweets, links to the VOD, or clips, stating the most important and the tweet is usually taken down within a matter of hours – days sometimes
and after that everything was back to normal!! you started complimenting them again, telling them how much you love them again, etc etc! you even got back into late calls :)
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fukuzawa, mori, and fyodor seeing their independent f/s!o crying for the first time
@aida690adriana: Hello. Can I ask for headcannons for Fukuzawa Yukichi, Mori Ogai, Fyodor Dostoyevsky (separately) and their strong and independent fem!s/o, who cried for the first time in his memory? S/o started crying from some trifle (for example, a waiter in a cafe was rude to her). This incident was the last straw, before that she always suppressed tears and did not allow herself to cry, so that she would not be considered weak. Please.
a/n: ooooh ngl this is a bit of a challenging one for me but i have been meaning to write for both fukuzawa and mori, and ofc fyodor is one of my faves so lets go!!
he has always been impressed by your independence and ability to take care of yourself
he's a busy man and as much as he would like to have the time to take care of you more, sadly his work doesn't allow it
although he admires your ability to hold your own, he sometimes worries that you don't truly feel free about expressing your emotions but he's not quite sure about breaching the topic with you yet
fukuzawa used to be apprehensive about you working with him in the ADA but you were just amazing at talking and negotiating with clients that he found your services valuable in the end
a lot of the ADA members look up to you and ask you for help sometimes so you have that reputation
but because of that, you would often pressure yourself to keep up such appearances because you're scared of letting your partner and the other ADA members down
it just so happened that you were having an extremely stressful work day since most of the ADA members were on a mission and you had to take on a lot of clients
one in particular was giving you a hard time and challenging your expertise, asking repeatedly to talk to fukuzawa even though he was out
you were in desperate need of a breather afterwards so you locked yourself in the supply closet out of fear of anyone seeing you cry
the agency office was basically empty at the end of the day but fukuzawa actually came back to fetch something from his office and he couldn't mistake the sounds of you crying in the supply closet
you practically jumped when he opened the door and fukuzawa was just as surprised as you are
the two of you were staring at each other for a bit before he asks "wouldn't you rather stay in my office?"
he knows you don't quite want to talk about things yet so he'll clear the couch in the room for you, set a box of tissues on the coffee table, and busy himself with making tea
and then when you start talking and apologizing about crying in the supply closet he's honestly surprised
fukuzawa would definitely be sweet and reassuring with you and say that even though he's amazed by your independence he doesn't want you to force yourself to be that all the time
"i know that the ADA work is very stressful so feel free to use my office to take a breather anytime"
during work, he sometimes takes the time to check in on you and even makes you coffee in the morning and afternoon
one of the things mori always loved about you was your independence and ability to stand up for yourself. you were rarely shaken by other people
he was always impressed watching you handle things by yourself whenever the two of you were dealing with other organization heads in yokohama
you did know what you were getting into when you got into a relationship with the boss of the port mafia so you didn't want to be someone who'd weigh him down
and that's why you also tried to be useful with mori's work
whenever you had a meeting or an event to attend, you'd have to go to the bathroom to take time and collect yourself before engaging with people
mori prides himself at being good at reading people's feelings and he definitely notices this from you
he's not the type to push things unless you initiate them. but sometimes he finds time to usher you away so you have time to breathe
whenever you and mori go to events you always encounter a rude guest or two who'd question your place by the port mafia boss's side
usually you're able to argue with them until they're unable to speak but you're exhausted by the night you've had and the rude guest is just picking you apart
finally, you just can't take it from them anymore and rush to the bathroom
mori, of course, notices your absence decides to wait for you outside while you're trying to fix yourself and make it look like you weren't crying
your eyes are still red when you decide to leave the bathroom and of course you're shocked to see mori out there
he doesn't miss the look on your face and quickly asks about what happened
you're a bit intimidated being so vulnerable in front of mori but he wraps an arm around your waist and takes you somewhere quieter where you reluctantly talk about what was bothering you
after you finish talking mori just gently puts his hands on your shoulders
"do you want me to take care of them for you?"
despite how dangerous his voice sounds you end up laughing at that and mori's kind of puzzled but relieved to see you feel slightly better
he reassures you with the fact that you don't have to involve yourself with mafia work and he won't love you any less for it UwU
you were always drawn to fyodor because of how easily he was able to read you and connect with your thoughts
it's something that you found useful in your relationship since you weren't used to openly communicating your thoughts or emotions and because of that you came off as more 'independent' to other people
when you're around him you actually find yourself relaxing a little because he has a good handle on what you're feeling or what you really want
he likes to assure you that he doesn't mind you being vulnerable around him or asking for help (that is if he's not busy with his usual work)
one of the downsides to being with fyodor though was that he was always busy and the two of you could only go on dates around once or twice a month
so whenever he invited you for dinner it was always a big deal for you and you especially looked forward to them so you liked to spend a bit of time getting ready
it was no surprise when fyodor texted that he was going to be a bit late. you were used to it since he had stuff to do and you pulled up your phone or a book to pass the time while waiting at the table
you booked the reservation in advance anticipating this and you thought it was fine but then you noticed that one of the waiters would visit your table a bit too often
at first the questions sounded like concern 'are you alright? is there anything you'd like to order first?' but then they later became a bit more pushy
then they started making side comments about how your date maybe just ditched you and that you should go home already even though you knew very well fyodor was on his way
eventually, it became a bit much and their comments got to you so you started getting ready to leave while quietly blinking back tears when fyodor finally shows up
he's concerned when he sees your teary face which you quickly try to conceal but he strokes your hand gently to try to calm you down
immediately he suspects that it was because of something someone says and as much as he wants to hurt them, fyodor knows that you need the attention first
when you apologize for crying in front of him, he just blinks and says that you never have to apologize for doing that
he's not the best at comforting in general but he gently asks if you would rather order and eat at home with him instead
fyodor knows you missed him a lot (and he missed you but he's not gonna say that out loud yet) so he pays more attention to you for the rest of the night
he makes it a point now to arrive at dinner dates a bit earlier
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