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pigcowboys · 8 months

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Hi boo(i hope that was not too cringe)! Could you pls do a percy jackson, enemies to lovers! story? Like in everyone in the Camp knows their hatred against each other but then they get send on a quest together and end up kissing each other to disguise their quest?!

I would really appreciate it!

Have a good Day!

pairing: percy jackson x gn! reader (2nd pov is used but someone does say 'chick')

summary: much to your displeasure, you find yourself on a quest with the one person you hate the most.

warning(s): BICKERING. mutual pining (they just don't know it yet.), kissing, swearing, enemies to lovers.

a/n: IT WASNT CRINGE DWW HAHA, i tried my best!! school starts for me pretty soon so im trying to write as much as i can before i have to go back.. (also im sorry abt the images i dont know whats going on with my computer.)

you hated them, everyone of them.

that wretched camp and it's obnoxious staff oh, and don't even get you started on that stupid oracle. she set you up! they all did.

gods, why of all people did it have to be him?

perseus jackson - most of the time shortened to just percy jackson, maybe even peter johnson at times. what an ass he was.

believe it or not when you first came to camp half-blood you had actually taken a liking to him. he was cute, full of energy and full of endless bravery, your exact type.

you weren't sure when it begun, your hatred for him, that is. it kind of just..started. when? not sure. your exact guess must've been that one valentine's day when he accidentally sneaked the last muffin at breakfast. yeah, that must've been it.

to be honest though, you didn't need a reason. you just did, and you weren't exactly quiet about it either. from the day you started to hate his guts all his advances to be nice to you were met with a glare or a huff. sometimes you'd just straight up walk away from him.

so, it basically didn't take him long to send you back the same glares or huffs or even the smallest mutter of 'geez, not this chick again..' everyone hoped the feud would dissipate, that the two of you would grow the fuck up and call a truce.

too bad their prayers didn't help.

infact, you were pretty sure that even if the gods themselves came down from olympus and said 'get along or die right here' you'd pick the latter in a heartbeat.

so, when you'd initially been called into chiron for some 'great news' you'd expected him to tell you that percy had finally decided to leave camp - or that you'd won the lottery. fuck, you wished that was it.

"hey, stay on your side, bucko!" you said, nudging percy to the side aggressively. "i'm not on the market, especially for you."

"can you be serious for second!" percy snapped back, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "we have to prove to chiron that we can do this." he turned back to face the front. "or...we're in for another lecture."

"i wouldn't mind, really," you grinned. "i've perfected the art of sleeping with my eyes open."

"if only you could perfect the art of silence.."

you glared at him.

the two of you were submerged underwater at the moment in one of percy's bubbles. chiron had asked of you to go to queens in order to do..something? you didn't really pay attention to chiron at the time - besides, you were thinking about drowning yourself in the nearest lake when you'd heard the percy going on the quest with you in tow. the only thing you could remember was that it was super important to not let anyone see you.

something about the appearance of two demigod children to monster being dangerous? you weren't sure why he thought the things wouldn't be able to sniff you out anyways.

the bubble wasn't even your idea to be fair. you'd suggested just taking the train, as it much easier but percy disagreed - as usual. said it would be quicker to just swim over via bubble transfer and although you wanted to disagree, you settled on the idea that the station at this time would be packed as hell.

so you bit your tongue and allowed yourself to be trapped in a bubble with percy for about a half an hour or so.

"ugh, how much longer..?" you asked, adjusting your clothes uneasily. the bubble wasn't by any means uncomfortable just..kind of warm? weirdly enough. percy didn't spare you a glance only opting to shurg his shoulder slightly as he focused on the vast ocean in front of the two of you.

you glared at him from your spot in the bubble, uncomfortably crossing your legs as you turned away from him, jumping when you realized a never before seen fish was staring into your soul from outside the bubble. it wasn't a surprise to you to see the fish, percy was the son of poseidon, you expected him to go full aquaman one day and pull up to camp half blood with a stream of wild dolphins and squids.

still, the beady little dead eyes scared the shit out of you. and in your natural knee jerk reflex, you moved back, inching into percy and bumping his shoulder. he turned to face you with a distasteful look, face contorting in confusion when he noticed the small school of fish now gathering.

your face morphed into one of uncomfort as you gazed at the tons of fish that seemed to spawn out of nowhere. "uh..can you call your friends off?"

percy seemed to share a look with the fish, a look of embarrassment flashing over his face briefly as he glared at them intensely. you looked on at the exchange in silence because, was he really talking to fishes? the fish eventually scrammed after a while and you and percy were back on your way. silence fell over the two of you before you spoke up suddenly.

"i didn't know you spoke fish.."

"drop it."

"i think we're here." percy annouced as the bubble started to drift closer to shore. were you guys there? you weren't sure at all. you were just happy to be out of that bubble - the close proximity was making you break out.

you were in fact there, somehow. and it was by then it hit you that this was a quest - a really important mission for a demigod and since it was assigned to specifically you and percy, it meant you had to deliver.

your duo walked towards the city, looking around for any suspicious looking civilians or any sign of irregular activity. it would've been an easy task to scope out the objective of the mission if it wasn't for percy's loud breathing.

seriously, you could hear him practically breathing down your neck as the two of you walked. him and his stupid big nostrils - you couldn't focus.

"mind breathing a little less loud?"

percy blinked at you. "these requests are starting to get literally concerning." his face contorted in confusion. "how the hell does one 'breathe a little less loud' ?"

"they not be percy jackson."

"that wasn't even english??"

you were about to say something else smart when a couple of people ahead caught your attention, they weren't inherently weird looking but, you got this vibe from them - that they weren't completely human. your mind raced as you looked around as nonchalantly as you could.

there were people here. to your right, 2 parents and their one hyperactive son who clawed at the ice cream in front of him with his tongue, a bright smile on his face and to your left a group of younger looking teenage girls who were chatting brightly. most likely about hair dye because their highlights were so bright they were giving you eye cancer.

you thought fast. pulling percy by his wrist as you dashed down the street, rushing into the nearest store slash tourist attraction you could as you pushed him into the corner roughly, looking behind you to see if the people had followed you.

he gave you a completely surprised look, slight annoyance forming on his face as he exhaled heavily. "is there any reason you felt like dragging me into this.." he looked around, eyes landing on a random cowboy hat that was situated on a hook in the corner of the place. "slightly..cool place?" he finished, grabbing the cowboy hat and observing it curiously.

"i saw them, well - i think i did.." you mumbled out, looking around erratically as you watched out for any signs of being followed. percy quirked an eyebrow at you.

"the IRS finally caught you orr.."

"percy, this is serious!" you exclaimed, growing slightly embarrassed when the store owner shot the two of you a look. you smiled at the owner awkwardly, ushering percy into a corner with your hand.

"look, i'm pretty sure i found the guys we were going here for." you said, still stealing glances behind you. "i saw them..just now, when were walking."

"did they follow us?" percy asked, more seriously now.

"i'm not sure," you frowned.

percy thought for a moment before speaking once more."they wouldn't do anything with all these humans here - we just have to make sure we blend in."

"and how do you suppose we do that?"

percy grinned at you, reaching over to grab another hat that was right next to the one he'd picked up earlier.

you grimaced, who's idea was it to put you two together?

"do you think we lost them?"

"nah, we definitely still need the disguises."

the two of you were situated on the street currently, attempting to look as normal as possible. though, it was pretty hard to with these stupid cowboy hats percy insisted the two of you had to wear. claimed it would be "inconspicuous" but in reality it was extremely, eye catching.

you figured he just wanted you to wear it so he could laugh behind your back about how utterly foolish you looked. it didn't help that he'd picked out the hat with the corniest design for you - and it was bedazzled.

you let of a huff of frustration. "can we switch? this one's too big on me., i'm half blind here, man."

"you'll live," percy reassured. "besides, it's better if they can't see your face."

"what's the use? they'll just sniff us out eventually."

percy shot you a look. "you're no fun."

you opened your mouth to say something when percy's face changed as he locked eyes with something behind you. you barely had time to react when he pulled you into a brutal bear hug, turning you away from whatever it was that was behind you.

your muscles tensed as your face started to burn with embarrassment. a "what the fuck, percy?" was muffled into his shirt as you felt the presence of the monsters nearing closer. your heart sank to your feet as realized how near they were really.

"whatever i do.." percy whispered in your ear. "just promise you won't be too mad."

"what're you talk-"

and then before you knew it, you'd lost your lip virginity. i mean, it wasn't the worst first kiss story you'd have to tell people. boy kissed me in order to distract the bloodthirsty monsters that were tracking us down! wow, how romantic.

in all honesty, you knew percy just did what he had to do. you knew he just had to keep you to keep your disguises up. that was probably the rest why you leaned into the kiss, hands coming up to rest on his chest as his brutal bear hug eased into more a gentle hug, his hands moving the hold your hips.

the kiss had to look real - romantic. that's why you pretend to be so into it that you let out a satisfied hum. you weren't sure if the monsters had moved on from the two of you, you weren't even sure if you were safe at all in the moment. but, it was starting to get hard to think as your mind swirled with various conflicting thoughts that stemmed from your actions at the moment.

percy broke the kiss, his eyes gazing into your curiously as he removed his hands from your hips slowly. you removed your hand from his chest, pulling away gently. your eyes searched his own for any sign of discomfort or disgust as you started to grow weary of the fact he'd just stolen your first kiss.

yet, you were surprised to find that there was none - just confusion and surprise. you tore your eyes away from him, clearing your throat. as you fixed your outfit. "i..i think i saw them go somewhere over there." you pointed at the secluded alleyway not too far from where you and percy stood. "let's go - we can get the drop on them."

percy stared at you for a moment before nodding, slightly dazed and following you towards the alleyway silently.

the ride back home - or should you say float back home was silent, as it always was. though, something different seemed to be hanging in the air this time. a feeling of awkwardness that was mostly unnatural to you and percy.

you wanted to ask about it - the kiss, why did he do it? why was that first thing he came up with? why did he lean into you slightly? why did the world seemed to stop for a second when your lips met and most of all whyyy the hell did you want it to happen again?

you stole a glance at percy. the two of you were a few feet away from each other, on opposite sides of the bubble. maybe you were going crazy or something but did percy look..good? you swore it was just because of the mixed feelings you had about him being your first but you couldn't shake the thought about how beautiful he looked in the moment.

okay, something's not right.

"do you wanna talk about it?" you blurted out suddenly, shifting positions as you leaned forward slightly. percy turned to look at you, he wasn’t annoyed nor angry, not even suicidal. he looked, enamored — and slightly caught off guard by your question.

"talk about what exactly?"

your eyebrows furrowed. "you kissed me, percy jackson." you pointed at him accusingly. "and you liked it."

percy blew a raspberry, a slightly surprised look on his face. "what makes you think i liked it?"

you paused. had you read something wrong? you thought about dropping the idea but thought against it, deciding to die on that hill. "because your hands somehow found their way onto my hips," you started. "and your lips pursed — and your heartbeat picked up little by the little the longer it lasted."

you crossed your legs, inching away from percy as you gave him a small frown. "and..you looked at me weird." percy's face was flushed as he looked at you silently from his position on the other side of the bubble.

"how did i look at you..?"

you glanced at him. "like you didn't want to drown me in the lake and leave my body for the fishes." you joked. "like..you didn't hate me."

"i don't hate you."

your head spun towards percy, your eyes widened comically. you opened your mouth to say something but the words were caught in your throat. percy analyzed you before speaking once more.

"i don't think i ever have, it's just - you're very annoying." percy sighed. "and it sucks because you're more attractive than you think you are." you stared at him in silence. your heart pounded in your chest as you gulped.

"do you like me?"

"do you like me?" percy repeated with emphasis on the me.

you laughed, inching towards percy on the other side of the bubble. "i do." you stopped in front of him, a warm smile on your face as you watched a smile break out onto his face. "i like you too." he whispered, staring at you quietly before leaning forward slightly to test the waters.

you instantly took the bait, leaning forward as well as you locked lips with percy one again. a bolt of lightning shot through you as you leaned into his touch, placing your hand on his shoulder as you climbed into his lap. percy seemed more than happy to have you there, his hands coming to rest on your hips so he could keep you steady.

you broke the kiss, hands slithering around his neck as you looked down at him with a small smile. you were about to say something when your attention was brought to the sickly sight of a line of fish outside the bubble once again. you yelped in surprise, stumbling back slightly and if it wasn't for percy's grip on you, you probably would've busted your ass.

percy looked behind him, slightly annoyed at the presence of the fish. it lingered for a bit longer before dashing off reluctantly. at which point, percy turned to you with a frown. you eyed him curiously.

"what?"

"he's going to tell everyone about the '2 demigods getting it on in the bottom of the sea'. "

#percy jackson #percy jackson fluff #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #x reader #x reader fluff #pjo fluff #enemies to lovers #mutual pining #hoo #pjo #pjo x reader

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cupofsapphics · 1 year

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Unexpected.

[ lady lesso x reader ]

summary: you fall for lesso, but don’t believe it’s mutual. you tell yourself that you’re fine with friendship, but will you take the risk for more?

warning(s): lesso might be a bit out of character, haven’t read the books, reader pining, clarissa being the best wingman

a/n: coming out of my hole for you guys but im probably gonna disappear again for a while; plot kinda ib @thedevilssinner and @jelonkan ; this kinda doesn’t make any sense i swear and im sorry for that :<

(gif not mine)

It’s not like you did it on purpose. No matter how hard you tried, no matter where you diverted your eyes, they always seemed to land on her. With her flaming hair and beautiful black outfits, could anyone blame you? Even though the two schools had merged into one, there was still some controversy and discussion about dating between Nevers and Evers. Of course, there were times when that was tested, such as the recent ‘Trial by Tale’ by Sophie of Gavaldon and Prince Tedros. Despite being an Ever and teaching kids about true love, you were a realist and knew the odds that you and Lesso would ever be something were slim.

You thanked the librarian as you headed out of the library with a stack of books. Unfortunately for you, the headmaster assigned you several courses to teach now that schools were merged such as Defense, History of Villainy, and Beautification. The stack of books was so tall, you didn’t notice a certain dean bump into you as you were about to turn the corner. The tower of books crumpled down, about to fall at your feet. Swiftly, you waved your hand to catch all the books before they landed on the ground. Setting them back into your arms, you turned to face the person and apologize. You were surprised to meet those eyes you constantly thought about.

“Forgive me, Lady Lesso. I didn’t see you there.”

She grinned, “I can see that. You have some fast reflexes there.”

You felt your face become warm. You needed to get out of this situation before you explode.

“Thank you, Lady Lesso. I’ll be going now, I need to prep for my lesson.”

The woman tilted her head slightly but nodded her head in understanding. She moved to let you walk to your classroom. As you were walking, you couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes burning through you. Lesso stared at you as you walked back. She usually didn’t take interest in other teachers, especially Evers because most of them were obnoxious and cocky. You, however, were quiet and knowledgeable, striking her interest. She would continue to keep a curious eye on you.

Soon after, the school term started and you had students pouring in. This was the first year that students from both schools would be attending the same classes. As the kids sat down, you could already feel who was going to be the smart-ass, the lazy one, the “hero”, etc. You took your Beautification book out and started teaching. You could feel the boredom radiating from the Nevers, so you decided to spice the class up a bit. This year was a year of new beginnings anyway.

“Robert, come up to the front.”

The prince proudly stood up and walked up to the front of the class. You could feel his courage and confidence ebb away as you asked him to attack you.

“A-attack you? Professor, I don’t think I can-”

You cut him off. “Do it now, or I’ll be failing you.”

At this point, all the students were invested and the Nevers were chanting for him to do it. Everyone, including you, was so concentrated on the class that no one noticed when someone crept up to the door frame to see what was going on.

Pressured by you and his peers, Robert finally drew his sword and swung it toward you. Almost immediately, you formed a glowing sword into your hands and swung it to counteract his. A loud ‘clang’ echoed through the classroom and everyone had their mouths wide open. You took your sword and put it down on your desk. Sitting on your desk, you then explain the lesson that you were trying to teach.

“The class of Beautification can mean many things. Specifically from me, I want everyone to learn that beauty can be used against the enemy. When you have beauty, people will underestimate you and believe that you are harmless. For all of you, that’s an advantage you want to have.”

You stared at the entire class in amusement as slow clapping erupted by the door. You turned your head to find Lady Lesso smirking at you. ‘This woman.’ you scoffed to yourself. Dismissing the class, you move to go sit behind your desk.

“My, my, who knew the quiet Ever professor was so good at combat?”

“And who knew you were so good at sneaking up on me?”

It was at that point that the two of you forged a friendship. Was it even friendship, or was it something more? At this point, you weren’t even sure. There was flirting, sure, but it never went further than that and it disappointed you. However, you’d rather be friends with the dazzling woman than a stranger. The constant yearning looks of love and admiration were not missed entirely, though.

You loved Clarissa. She was such a supportive dean and friend, but sometimes you wanted to fling her across the room with the type of antics she suggested for you and Lesso. You could mentally hear her teasing you as you were bickering with Lesso. As if that wasn’t enough, she once locked the two of you into the library. Talk about stereotypical tropes. It was anything but effective though because the door burst open in a matter of minutes.

You were positive that this was the closest you could be to the dean and you accepted it. Clarissa constantly told you not to give up hope, saying that she had a feeling that Lesso had those feelings too, but you didn’t want false hope.

Feeling under the weather, you decided to help out with supervision for the annual Ball. You were deciding what to wear for the night when Clarissa burst through your door.

“Clarissa! What did I say about knocking?”

She shrugged, “Sorry, but I’m in a rush. The ball starts soon and I’m going to sparkle you up for the ball!”

Your eyes widened. “I’m sorry- why would you do that?”

“I’m sick of you and Lesso dancing around each other. Tonight is the night when you guys will get it together so I can finally have peace.”

You were about to protest, but as you opened your mouth, a stunning moonlight-themed dress appeared on you. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved it. When you spun, a sheer layer sparkled. Butterflies adorned the fabric near your shoulders. Looking down, you found glass slippers. You looked at Clarissa with a smirk.

“I know you’re the fairy godmother, but I don’t think Cinderella will be happy that I’m stealing her shoes.”

Clarissa rolled her eyes and waved her wand to replace the glass shoes with a pair of heels that matched your dress.

Time flew by fast and until you knew it, it was time for the Ball to begin. Your hair was in a different style than it usually was and light makeup was applied to your face. The cheery woman was extremely proud of her work. She raced down the stairs as you tried to follow her as quickly as you could.

—--

You gracefully walked down the final staircase as everyone stared at you in awe. You were like a glowing beacon of light. Everyone’s eyes were on you, but you were only focused on one person. You walked towards her as she looked you up and down. Clarissa was nearby and gave you the thumbs-up. You take a deep breath, this was the moment. It was now or never, might as well snatch up this opportunity. You gave a smile and asked the dean to dance.

Coming back from her shock, Lesso chuckled and dragged you to the dance floor.

“How do you always manage to surprise me with your beauty and talent?”

You don’t answer her, though. Like Clarissa, you were getting sick of dancing around each other. Screw keeping it the way it was, you wanted more.

“Are you-”

The dean was cut off with a kiss. Lesso’s eyes widened, taking a moment to believe that it was happening, but kissed back. Drawing back from each other, you smiled like an idiot and she had the same beautiful grin the first day the two of you met.

#lady lesso #lady lesso x reader #school for good and evil #clarissa dovey #professor dovey #leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #charlize theron #charlize theron x reader #lady lesso imagine #school for evil and good imagine

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chaotic-mystery · 6 months

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Not A Survivalist Girl

Part 7: Gore Whore

Pairing: Joel Miller x afab!reader (this is before he meets Tess)

Summary: With everything between you and Joel being tame for now, you celebrate Halloween, kinda. Please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface. I wanna be in the next chapter! (this can be read as a stand alone so it's fine if you aren't caught up on previous chapters but I recommend to see the dynamic.)

Warnings: 18+ only, MDNI. Age gap (alluded but not specific) Cute lil domestic-ish Joel, angst, Joel talks about Sarah just for a moment, descriptions of death (it was a clicker im sorry), swearing, Joel yelling and being cranky, mentions of pills, chef Joel makes his guest appearance, mask kink, daddy kink, bitch all the kinks that go hand in hand with those two sdknldnd, pet names (baby, sweet girl, little girl, daddy, Joel refers to himself as daddy, sir) unprotected p in v, spanking, choking, breath play, that rough nasty sex, manhandling, creampie. I think that's it but lmk if I forgot anything!

|| word count: 5.6K || I don't do tags anymore so follow my notif blog @chaoticnotifs to be a good baby and never miss anything from me again. ||

Authors Note: Happy (early) Halloween, sluts! This is a way long overdue chapter and I'm sorry it's taken a million years to get to you. I just want to get this out of the way now and then we can get to the story... Gianna and I have both mutually decided we can't keep up with the story and write together with our schedules, it's not fair to you. Moving forward it'll just be me writing the story and I hope everyone understands. It won't be the last time you see us collab together, I promise! 💗 Also- Thank you to the Horny Bitch House for helping me with bits and pieces of this, I love you all 💗

The window ledges filled with orange and yellow leaves as the end of October was coming full steam, the warm days turning colder as each day passed.

You and Joel were on the best terms the two of you had been on yet. He grew more patience with you and you learned not to piss him off so much for shits and giggles.

It was mutual.

“You awake, sweet girl?” Joel murmurs against your cheek as he peels back the covers. You try to bury your head in the pillows as much as you can to hide from him, hoping he’ll give you five more minutes to sleep since you two were up late last night carving out pumpkins that you insisted on doing.

“Naah, come on baby we gotta get goin’. Need to look for supplies before it starts to get too cold to go out all the time.” His hands wrap around your warm torso and wiggle you around, biting at your ear gently.

Joel had been up for hours like typical old men do and he knew you hated being woken up but he had a point. Your medicine supplies were getting low with how many times you’d stabbed your hand with your knife trying to learn how to use it better but that was neither here nor there.

“Can I just get five more minutes, pleeease?” You whine and try to yank your pink blanket over you that was tucked by your side but Joel already sees your idea and snatches the blanket from your hands before you even get the chance to unfold it. He chuckles and stands up adjusting his jeans, sniffling obnoxiously.

“No can do, doll. Get up, let’s go.” A hard pat to your ass makes you jolt and groan, finally sitting up to look at him.

“Seriously, Joel? We have to go right now?”

He stands between your legs that hang off the side of the bed and you rest your head against his belly, Joel’s hand cupping the side of your face.

“We gotta get movin’ soon, I already let you sleep way later than I was originally going to- you’re welcome by the way. I already packed coffee and snacks because I know your ass would start to bitch and moan about halfway through the trail that you’re hungry.”

Your brows furrow as you look at him, mouth agape in offense.

“Excuse me, just because I admit I bitch and moan doesn’t mean you can say it whenever you feel it’s needed.”

Joel rolls his eyes at you playfully and kisses your forehead before he walks to the open bedroom door.

“Yeah whatever, get dressed. I’m leavin’ in ten minutes with or without ya.”

Joel shuts the white wooden door and you scratch the back of your head before getting up to find an outfit for the day.

Naturally you wanted to wear whatever you thought was cute but Joel having you outside so much was teaching you very quickly that comfort comes before cuteness. No low cut shirts today, a sweater and jeans to make him happy and to keep you warm for once. The sweater had tattered spots and a few holes but not enough to make you cold by any means. It just looked a little grungy and Joel noticed right away.

“Baby, do you have to wear that sweatshirt? It’s got too many holes in it and I don’t wanna hear you tell me you’re cold as soon as we get outside.” His hand meets his hip as he finishes drinking the coffee from his mug.

You look down and think about it for a second, “I mean…I’ve got somethin’ on under it, I think it’ll be fine. I’ll bring my jacket just in case, it’ll be fine.” You reassure him and grab an apple from the almost empty fruit bowl sitting right next to Joel’s arm.

His eyes lock onto every moment you make and you can tell he’s slightly annoyed. As you turn around and grab your pack, you look at the door and ask him, “What's the matter now, Joel?” Your taunting tone makes him scoff a little, he comes up behind you and tucks your jacket into the arm loop of your pack.

“I don’t wanna hear any complaints today, since you’ve got it all figured out, ok?” He spins you around to face him, hands still holding your biceps tightly.

“Promise.” You give him a cheeky grin and kiss his cheek. He sighs deeply at your attempts to be cute and he walks to the front door to open it for you to head outside.

With your knife in your pocket and Joel’s guns tucked in the sides of his packs, you two start to make your way to wherever the hell he wants to go.

Joel never really tells you much about your destinations when you have to go out on supply runs, he just hopes you won’t ask because he knows as soon as he brings up directions, you’ll get lost.

“So did you have fun carvin’ pumpkins last night? I like the face you made on it, it’s cute.” You ask him while you grab onto his ring and pinky finger, closing your hand around them.

“Can’t tell ya the last time I carved a pumpkin. Sarah..she hated the inside of pumpkins- never wanted to touch the guts. So I’d empty it out for her and she’d draw where she wanted me to cut it and by golly she’d make some funky faces for them pumpkins.”

His face wasn’t totally in your eyesight but just by his tone you could hear the smile on his face. You could tell he felt better talking about her, sharing all the memories he had of her.

“Did she have a favorite Halloween movie?” You ask, catching up to him now so you can see his face. The fog from the river was clearing but it was still gloomy and yet Joel seemed to be shining while he gushed about his daughter.

“She loved Hocus Pocus. Insisted on going as the three sisters, one for each year. I couldn’t get her to turn that movie off, hell she’d watch it year round. Begged me to get a black cat so she can have a “Binx” of her own. What she didn’t know was that I planned to get her one for Christmas the year the outbreak happened…but we never reached December.”

His voice cracked and he looked down at his boots kicking up leaves.

“What about you darlin’? Any favorite Halloween movies you had?”

Joel tugs on your sweater sleeve and smiles softly at you while you hesitate to answer.

“Don’t laugh, but I was into the really bloody, turn your stomach in knots kind of horror movies. Saw, Final Destination, Thirteen Ghosts, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Bride of Chucky, shit like that. Scream is also up there, and even though it's super silly, Elvira: Mistress of The Dark was also my favorite.” He could feel your excitement rushing to your fingertips as you started to remember all the silly shit you used to watch.

He stops in his tracks and looks at you with shock written all over his face.

“I find it so hard to believe that Miss Scared of Everything used to watch shit like that. I call bullshit.”

You take two steps forward to him and get close to his face, a smirk written all over your mouth.

“Just admit you didn’t have me all figured out, it’s okay baby I forgive you.” You taunt and barely kiss his lips.

Joel grunts as you pull away too quickly for his liking and before you can protest, you’re wrapped up in his arms and held tightly against his chest. His teeth nibble on your earlobe just enough to make you squeal and try to get free.

“Where you think you’re goin’, baby?”

The way he says it drives you crazy, in the way you could just eat him up here and now. He had that look in his eye, the same one he had that night he took you by the fireplace, it was passion and lust, like he was falling for you all over again.

“If you wanna make it back to the cabin before dark, you better let me go and keep it pushing, sir.”

Sir. It’s one of the many nicknames you have for him that drives the nail in deeper, pushing him to want you more than he did before you got in his face. He likes the fact you don’t back down to him, you match his energy.

Rightfully so.

He stares at you for a little too long before letting you slip from his arms, taking his hand once more to continue walking.

With hours passed you now and your feet starting to ache, you finally end up in a fairly sized town that Joel found a while ago before he met you, hoping whatever he found would still be here.

There wasn’t much left to rummage through, the houses had been picked apart for years now, glass windows broken out and front doors ripped off the hinges like a stampede used for a pathway.

“Just over here in the mall, I hid a bunch of stuff away pretty good, I think at least. C’mon girlie, keep up.” With him in front of you leading you to the entrance, you pull your knife out just in case. Joel lets go of your hand and there’s a small pang to your chest but for your own safety he grabs one of his many guns, cocking it to be ready.

You slip behind the door and hold it open just enough for Joel to squeeze through and your flashlights illuminate what used to be a fun and exciting place. Frozen in time and littered with what it once was, you could almost see how it started out. Benches everywhere, shops with displays still intact and caked with dust, parts of the ceilings knocked out and covering tables with chairs tucked underneath just wishing someone would pull it out and sit at it one last time.

“Okay-here’s what we’re gonna do, we’re gonna get as much as we can find and hurry up and get the fuck outta here. Don’t wanna spend a lot of time here, do you hear me?” He shines the light right in your eyes, his words short and dry.

You shrug and raise your eyebrows, “Yes, I hear you.” You push the flashlight out of his hand and he kisses your forehead sweetly before walking on, lighting up his path as much as he can. There was a soft tingle on the back of your neck and it wasn’t the good kind. It was as if something was lurking behind you in a scary dark corner, something you couldn’t see. It took you no time to catch up to him, lightly holding onto his bag as he took calculated steps between the rubble.

“All those horror movies you watched and yet you still can’t hold your goddamn knife correctly. What did I tell you about holding it like that?” Joel’s shoulders drop as he turns to you, adjusting your hand on your knife. With a scoff and a slight head shake, he was off again and walking towards the pharmacy. You couldn’t help but notice the halloween store across from it, your heart racing as a sliver of normalcy was in your reach. The ginormous pit in your stomach to feel like you were back in your old life, digging through decorations to beg your mom to buy while she looked disgustedly at the skimpy costumes.

“J-Joel…can we go in there? Please? I just wanna…look.” You must’ve patted his shoulder a dozen times which only granted a stern look and the annoyance so apparent on his face.

“I’m sorry, were you conscious when I said we are not going anywhere except the pharmacy?” Rude.

“Yes, thank you. I just wanna look. Twenty minutes tops, please?” Being with Joel tested your patience every single day, you never had to negotiate or handle being told no.

Not until you met him.

Joel takes a hold of your pack strap, yanking you towards him, “Help me get all this stuff and I’ll think about letting you set foot in there, clear?” His dark eyes glimmer in the faint daylight ripping through the broken ceiling. You try to pull yourself away from his personal space but his eyebrows raise awaiting a response from you.

“O-kay!” You finally free yourself and stand up, walking straight into the pharmacy. Garbage scattered everywhere and almost empty shelves holding things that weren’t useful in any way. Extending your arm out to run your fingertips against the items, you feel the dust and dirt coating them as you walk down the isles slowly and look for anything you could stash away in your little hideout for the winter.

Joel dips into the backroom and into a storage closet, climbing on top of a chair to lift the ceiling tile to the side. Put away inside an old duffle bag was bandages, rubbing alcohol, tons of supplies that made up first aid kits, sewing needles and thread in case you have to stitch someone up again, and of course some miscellaneous pills he took from the shelves of medication, knowing exactly what each one was.

You could hear him rummaging around behind you the further you got from him to look at the back wall full of sunglasses, untouched on the spinning racks of their display.

A pair catches your eye, gold tinted aviators that just scream 70’s.

“Joel, come here! You have to try these on!” You tuck the pair for him under your arm and grab the biggest rounded frame you could find, pushing them up the bridge of your nose.

Shoving the duffle bag onto his broad shoulder, he makes his way to you and his flashlight shines at your feet, up your body slowly until you turn around and show him what you found.

“I think you need a pair of sunglasses, baby. For when you’re outside workin’, looking all sexy for me.” You tease and carefully put the sunglasses on his face. He shuffles to the side of you and dips down to see his reflection in the mirror, groaning in disgust.

“No, absolutely not. The hell I look like wearin’ those.” Joel pinches the arm of the eyewear and hands them back with zero interest.

You tuck them away into your bag anyway and grab the smoke colored square framed pair with rhinestones all over them. He didn’t wait for you like usual as he was already by the doors you entered once before.

“You get ten minutes and then we’re going back.” He lifts the metal gate just enough for you to slip under and you hold it open for him, letting it thud against the marble floor as he stands up with a slight groan and a rub to his knee.

The adrenaline was pumping through you, feeling at home once more even if it was just for a split second.

The VHS tapes covering the walls, toys and costumes everywhere, DVD case covers scattered around your feet. It was everything you wanted and more, to feel like you were who you once were before all of this ripped you from the life you took for granted.

“See anything you maybe uh…wanna decorate the cabin with?” Joel irrupts from behind you, hand on your hip slightly. You turn to meet his eyes, the innocence in your eyes making him smile.

“Don’t go crazy, just a few things because we gotta carry it. Just a little bit of stuff to make it feel a little more lived in.” His tone was patient and understanding that this meant a lot to you.

“Really? You mean that?” The way you kind of didn’t believe he was being serious was enough to warrant a nod from him with a silly look on his face, almost like you offended him.

“Well let’s go, you got eight minutes.” He smacks your ass again and wiggles it a little before holding his flashlight above your head so you could see where you were walking.

So much to choose from and not enough time from Joel. You wanted it all. You wanted the movies to feel a little better but you knew he wouldn’t carry the display TV back to the cabin and he would never watch the shit you’d pick out anyway. You settle for two strings of glittery garland that you knew he’d find something to complain about, a few little ceramic ghosts to put in the windows and the pair of cuffs you took out of the package to a cop costume. Kneeling down and slinging your bag off your back, you start to put everything away, until the cuffs jingle against each other.

“What was that you just put in there?” You look up at Joel and you don’t answer, contemplating if you should play with him or not. His eyes flicked to your lips as he licked his, standing his ground over you with his hands on his hips.

“Answer me, lil lady.”

Fuck.

You were made and you knew he would immediately tell you to put them back, that there’s no way he’d let you cuff him to the bedpost and ride him until the sun came up.

Just as you were about to answer, a clicker busts through the door from the storage closet behind you, growling and clicking as it charges towards you. Joel takes your hand and pulls you off the ground, running for the entrance when one of your sweater holes gets caught on a broken clothing rack and pulls you right from his grasp.

He grunts loudly as the clicker gets closer and closer to you while you tug and try to free yourself but to no avail, your knife fell from your other hand when you got pulled back.

The squelch of Joel’s knife twisting in the clickers chest catches your wide eyed gaze as you pant and try to scoot away but your boots slip against the trash, the body falling right in front of you.

It was still squirming and reaching at you, looking you dead in the eye as it grabbed the tip of your shoe.

Joel’s boot presses against its head to hold it against the floor as he shoots it dead. The grunting and squealing came to a silence while Joel looks over at you, his chest rising fast as he holds out his hand to help you up.

Clutching his wrist to pull yourself up, you shake off the bits of flesh that got on your boot and you can see his nostrils are flared still, eyes burning with anger.

“What did I tell you about that goddamn sweater! You almost got yourself fuckin’ killed, jesus christ.” His voice booms as he shakes you a little before pulling you into his embrace.

Joel catches his breath and pets your hair softly.

“Baby I’m-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to yell, I’m sorry- are you okay?”

Your body still shudders against him and you nod in his chest.

“I’m fine, Joel. Let’s go h-...to the cabin.” It hurt him to hear you stop yourself from saying the cabin was home. You wanted to call it home so badly but the thought of you getting so comfortable with him to the point that you'd call his cabin your home, scared you to fucking pieces.

The cabin was dimly lit from what little sunlight you had left and your boots clunked against the wooden porch as you opened the front door to the living room. It was kind of a quiet walk home, not a lot of words shared between you and Joel. He didn’t want to pry and nag about how you were feeling but he wanted to know if you were still mad at him. Some small part of him felt like an ass for yelling at you after he told you he’d work on that but in his defense he was terrified at how close to death you got.

“You hungry, baby?” He asked as he shucked off his bag and jacket before kicking off his boots. You unlace your shoes and kick them next to his, shaking your head no.

He sighs deeply, shoulders dropping while his hands go to your waist and pull you into him.

“I know that’s not true, those snacks were gone before we were even halfway there. Now, tell me what you’re hungry for and I’ll make it for ya…” He rocks you back and forth slowly as he hums softly against your head.

“Spaghetti..maybe? I noticed you had pasta in the cupboard next to the stuff you said wasn’t just for any ol’ meal and..” Joel grabs your face lovingly, the tender touch of the rough man was somehow so calming to you. He tried his best to be delicate with you when he could see you needed it the most but this is Joel Miller, how soft could he naturally be?

“You want spaghetti, we’re gonna eat spaghetti. You can decorate while I get dinner going, how’s that sound, sweet girl?”

His smile grew to match yours and he placed his lips on your forehead before he went to the kitchen to rummage through the cabinets to find all the pots and ingredients he needed.

Picking up your bag with all of your Halloween decorations stuffed inside you begin to put your ghost figures in small places you know Joel won’t accidentally bump them and knock them over. One in the windowsill by the kitchen sink, one by your side of the bed, and one in Joel’s room by his clock. Peeking around the corner to see where exactly he was and his back was to you while he drained the pasta from the water in the sink, you dip back into his room with the little black cat figurine you took at the last second after he killed the clicker and walked away from you in the heat of the moment. He was frustrated with you but you still took it knowing you’d never be there again and you’d regret never taking it for him.

There it sits on his table tucked right by his clock. It was only a matter of time before he would see it and question why you did something nice for him. Joel couldn’t understand that you wanted to do everything for him. Being with him in this predicament and such a short time made it feel like you’d been there for years, like you could spend the rest of your life here with him.

“Let’s eat, honey!” He booms from the kitchen and you can heat the plates being set on the table. When you round the corner to face the kitchen, you see the table set with candles of all shapes and widths. This was the most special he’s made you feel yet, besides carving pumpkins with you.

“Cmon, gotta surprise for ya when we’re done eating.” Joel was trying to hide a devilish grin but he was terrible at it, the glass to his lips not being a good shield from your eyes at all. You furrow your brows at him as you sit down hesitantly. What could he have planned that you don’t know about?

“A surprise? Since when do you do surprises?” Your fork clanks against the plate to scoop up spaghetti, the steam rolling off the top hits your hand and makes you shiver slightly.

Joel squints playfully and shovels the warm pasta in his mouth to chew thoroughly before answering you lowly, “Yeah alright, keep bein’ a smartass and see what it’ll get you.” His dark eyes glimmered behind the candle flame and you felt that same feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had when you first met him. You were desperate for him at this point and it was almost comical it wasn’t written all over your face.

The two of you talk about whatever you could think of as you indulge in the best meal you’ve had in months. You could only take so many goddamn stews and soups before it was enough, Joel on the other hand could make anything work for a meal and be fine.

“Did you wanna put the garland on the railing outside while I clean up this mess?” He chugs down the rest of his water and wipes his mouth with his napkin, looking at you with a hidden agenda.

“Oh, shit! I forgot about that!” You practically fall out of your chair to get it from your bag and you slip on your boots to go out on the porch.

“Take a flashlight with you!” Joel yells from his seat and all he sees is your hand reach through the front door to the hall tree that held all your stuff, grabbing your flashlight before shutting the front door once more.

He chuckles to himself as scratches the back of his head thinking about you and how you always kept him guessing your next move. While you wrapped the orange and black garland around the stair railing, little did you know Joel wasn’t actually doing the dishes. He was in the bedroom unpacking the duffle bag from earlier at the pharmacy, tucking away the pills in the bottom drawer in the bathroom. His backpack was sitting at the end of the couch and he opened it, taking out the one thing you didn’t know he stashed.

A ghostface mask.

Just as you stand up and back away to observe the work you did, a tall figure standing on the side of the cabin makes you freeze in your place. Quickly you realize it’s Joel with the way he’s standing and the knife at his side. The corners of your mouth turn up and you walk towards him, tucking your hands behind your back.

“What the hell are you doing?” You question and tug on his jacket teasingly.

No answer.

All he does is cock his head slightly at you with his knife still at his side.

Your excitement wets your panties and you can feel your fingers going cold but the adrenaline running through your body keeps you warm.

“Joel seriously, what are you doing?” Your tone is a little more firm this time.

He raises his arm to point his knife towards the house and he mutters from under the mask, “Run. If I find you, I fuck you. My way.”

Your jell-o feeling legs stumble backwards to take off towards the house, Joel charging at you in no time. He knew there were only so many hiding spots in the cabin, that was the point. You went for the obvious place but you knew he’d get a laugh at it, under the bed.

The weight of his boots moved on the porch and the front door swung open widely, smacking the wall behind it. It was seconds after he walked in the cabin that you had to cover your mouth and nose so he couldn’t hear the small pants of breath coming from under the bed. With your feet at the end of where the bed is, you watch closely at the door and soon enough his boots are in your vision. You know he won’t hurt you too much but god damn was your heart racing.

Joel slowly makes his way to the door frame of the bedroom and he stops abruptly to inspect the room. Slinking his way closer, your eyes follow his every move and when he stops at the end of the bed you knew he knew.

With a rough yank on your ankles, Joel quickly pulls you out from under the bed and you squeal in excitement.

“No, no, no please, don’t hurt me.” You protest and he tosses you face first on the bed, ripping your jeans below your ass cheeks. A groan bellows from Joel with a sharp smack to your ass and it sends you whimpering with your head between your arms.

The cold blade of the knife traces over your lower back and your wiggling reaction earns a chuckle from Joel before the ripping of fabric fills your ears. He cut your fucking panties. Slipping the fabric off of you between your thighs, he couldn’t help but admire the wetness on them.

A thud hits the headboard and you turn around to see his knife wiggling as he just finished driving it into the wood before he smacks your ass again.

His rough hand meets the middle of your back and presses down firmly so your ribs lay comfortably on the bed as his free hand unbuckles his belt slowly.

The only thing you could hear was his belt buckle hitting the wooden floor and the sound of his boots hitting the rug while he simultaneously rubbed his thumb over your aching clit.

“F-fuck, daddy yes, I need you inside me please.” You try to claw at him but he just shoves you down on the bed again. Joel lifts the mask up momentarily to spit on your asshole, eagerly watching it drip down over your entrance and through your sticky sweet folds.

He whips out his long hard cock to slap your asshole with the tip and he snickers as he sees you tense up thinking he’s going to fuck your ass.

“Not yet, baby. Now…stay still for daddy, yeah? Be a good pretty girl for me.” He groans as he slips inside your pussy. You can hear his thick breathing and cussing reverberate off the mask and it makes you spread your legs further apart, wanting to please him in any way you can.

There was no easing into it, Joel’s hands grab your wrists and pin them against your back before his hips begin slamming against you harshly. When Joel got to have his way with you, he wasn’t gentle with it. All the pent up frustration you gave him was taken out on you this way and it had the opposite effect, it only made you act out more.

Joel’s grunts with every thrust inside you, his hands squeeze your wrists tighter and tighter the hornier he gets. Your pussy clenches around his cock in excitement and you squeal out a slew of his name mixed with curse words, too mumbled for him to decipher what you said.

“Fuck, you’re such a good little angel wrappin’ around my cock like that- ohh shit.” He hisses and your arm falls to your side, Joel’s hand wrapping around your throat roughly. You cry out as you can feel the head of his cock bumping your cervix and Joel puts his right foot on the bed to get a better angle on you, his hips never stopped moving.

With his thick fingers squeezing every bit of air out of you, he growls in your ear, “You like when daddy plays rough with you like the nasty little girl you are?” He chuckles and squeezes harder around your throat so you can’t answer.

You close your eyes as the roll back with lust and your body begins to shake underneath him, his cock still ramming into you and making your head spin.

“I wanna-oh my goddd-come for you daddy, please. Let me come, please-I can’t-god..fuuck.” You choke out and he goes faster, slamming into you so hard the bed squeaks with every thrust.

“Aww, you wanna come all over my cock, honey? Show me how good you are and come, right fuckin’ now.” Joel’s voice vibrates against your ear before he stands up straight and grabs onto your hips to keep himself steady as he fucks you as hard as he can.

It was almost as if the Earth stopped spinning and everything hit all at once. You fell flat on the bed as you screamed his name, trying to wiggle away from him but it was no use. Joel pins your hips down and continues at you, groaning louder as his cock twitches inside you.

“God damn, that’s a good girl-oh fuck.-Gonna make daddy fill up that pretty little pussy of yours, baby. Bet you’d like that huh? Goin’ to sleep with my cum inside you.” He mutters through his teeth as his jaw clenches, his head tilting back.

You try to shove him away as you shake from the overwhelming feeling on your pussy but he’s too far into it to stop. He needs to get himself off inside you if it’s the last thing he does.

A few spanks to your ass and a couple squeezes to your tits, Joel’s breath becomes heavier as he empties his balls deep in you.

He cusses loudly and grabs your ass for dear life as his knees go weak with each string of cum he shoots. Joel’s cock goes soft inside you and he pulls out slowly, seeing the cum already threaten to spill from your aching hole. As you lay there dizzy and so fucked out, he sits beside you and gives a little pat to your ass, taking off the ghostface mask and giving it a toss to the floor.

Neither one of you says a word for a few minutes until you finally get the energy to lazily sit up and look at him.

“Can you fuck me like that from now on, please?” you ask breathlessly and he looks at you in awe.

“Come here.” Joel whispers and his hand grabs the back of your head gently, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

“Let’s go take a bath.” You mumble on his lips and leave him sitting there on the bed.

“Happy fuckin’ Halloween to me. God damn.” He says to himself with a grin and walks to the bathroom.

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jikangairodo · 4 months

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character info sheet

name: 七海建人 Nanami Kento

name meaning: Nanami's surname contains the kanji for "seven" (七 nana) and "sea" (海 mi), and his first name contains "to build, to establish" (建 ken) and "person" (人 to) ty wiki

alias: 7:3 Sorcerer, Nanamin

ethnicity: Japanese, maternal grandfather is Danish

(under the cut because its a lot of waffling)

picture/icon you like best of your character: this entire page is fire tbh. the fwish fwish. the ratio technique. the undercut.

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ :

nanami runs hot. he is always warm to the touch. his metabolism is stupidly fast. he eats a lot, burns it all off and then is hungry again within 2 hours. its the muscle mass ok. because of this, he gets sweaty quickly (i know this is v unsexy of him. he showers twice a day at least, i promise) that's why the blazer and tie is first to go when things get serious

he sleeps like he's dead. nothing will wake him except his very loud and obnoxious alarm or vigorous shaking. he has also mastered the art falling asleep anywhere at any time; sitting up, leaning on something, on the floor. you name it, he can sleep on it. one minute you're having a conversation, the next he's balling up his blazer into a makeshift pillow, the next he's passed out. im sorry to all the faculty staff who have had to witness him laying around on furniture seemingly unresponsive ajfhkjagh

he will go into overtime after 8 continuous hours of work. it doesn't matter if the working day starts at 6am or 1pm. starting at 6am will trigger his binding pact at 2pm. starting at 1pm will trigger it at 9pm. getting ready for the day doesn't count as work, it only starts when he's officially on duty. so when he steps into jujutsu high, or when he arrives on location. lunches and breaks do not detract from his accumulated hours but if he spends the whole time messing around, he won't go into overtime at all. its about the mindset.

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ :

cooking. someone has to feed the beast that is his stomach. he's a v good cook and can rustle up something decent from whatever he finds in the kitchen. he finds it relaxing as well. there's something special about transforming a random assortment of veg and meat into something palatable. his parents raised him on both japanese & danish cuisine so he is equally fond of putting together a smørrebrød as he is a sammich

he likes watching movies, documentaries, cooking programs. generally he'll leave the tv on while puttering around because white noise. he'll always come back to the couch with snacks/ beer and carry on watching tv like he never left. he wont even ask what he missed. despite wanting to, he never has the mental capacity to pick up a book and read at the end of the day

getting wasted, sloshed, tipsy, hammered

sɪx ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇs / ʟᴏᴠᴇs :

in the main timeline his people are shoko, gojo, yuuji, ino & haibara. that being said, he will lay down his life for literally every student and colleague. he is mad at geto for all this shit so he is deliberately excluding him from this list, even though geto was his 2nd fave upperclassman as a student. shoko is in first place. gojo is always dead last.

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛs :

haibara's death

leaving Jujutsu high/ coming back (?)

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs :

nanami genuinely has no real phobias. he will put spiders outside. he will check if there's strange noises, he will sit in a darkened room with no windows np he is just unshakeable like that

people around him dying is probably it. the only true fear he has.

tagged by: @impishsensei (hearteyes u)

tagging: @cloistress, @vessuna, @10shadowd (because u 2 are a set) @pontevoix (for any jjk muse. do u regret being mutuals yet) @eveningbluemoon, @visioncursed (im sry for throwing so much at u omg)

#[dash games]#[ headcanon ]#the typing just #wouldn't stop #as always #srry for tagging people #who have already been tagged #you are under no obligation #to do this

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m-joys · 2 years

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Hi! How are you? Hope you are doing good (:

Can I get a TMNT romantic match up please?

She/they, INFP, curly short hair+ freckles and beauty marks, rosy checks, chubby/curvy, 5’9, shy but friendly, Loud w friends, nerdy, like memes, books, animated movies, painting, drawing-artistic stuff. My friends says I’m very funny! I have one of those obnoxious funny laughs you don’t see it coming from a mile away (im usually kinda quiet, unless I trust you/ I’m comfortable with you, then I’m making tons of jokes) but anyways, the kind of laugh that it makes others laugh from just hearing it? So yeah abbrjgkdkdn, my mom and sister says I’m sort of like a cat, usually very closed off but deep down a softie. Secretly a hopeless romantic, affectionate, but I hide my love side out of fear for being rejected, I’m very good with kids and animals, I get flustered SO easily (it’s a pain. In the ass bfbgjdksks) got depression and anxiety, but I love hanging out with friends, I’m always down to comfort ppl, listen, give advice if they need to, I sometimes need my space but at the same time I think I kinda need someone who reassures me I’m not a bother or that they still like me, (friendships and relationships) otherwise I will create conspiracy theories against myself lmao, oh! also understand non verbal language cuz it’s hard for me to open up, I Hope this is enough? thank you!

note:Aaaa i forgot to specify which TMNT version, honestly you can choose? I adore bayverse, 2012 and rottmnt! Choose Whoever you think fits best, thank you again and sorry in advance

No worries, I think your best match would be Bayverse Donnie

I feel like the fact that your so affectionate and care a lot about people, yet manage not to cross any boundaries and going at it at a comfortable pace, makes Donnie take an instant liking to you that at first would appear as just liking to hang out with you.

It may take a couple of months for him to realise and come to terms with his feelings and even longer for you two to get together, but ever since youve met you can bet that he'll treat you the way you deserve(with loths of love and appreaciation)

The thing you would bond over the most would be a mutual like/dislike of a certain media like a book or a movie. He loves having passionate conversations about mutual topics so If you can match his energy consider him blind with love from that moment on

He understands that you need comfort but value your own space and will resoect it since hes also kinda like that. Will make sure that youre okay and are not over-burdening yourself with others problems. Makes sure you drink and sleep enough, do things you enjoy and to give you some loving when you need it.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt donnie #tmnt donnie x reader #bayverse turtles #bayverse donatello #bayverse donnie

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amazingphilza · 3 years

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snapchat :: c!tommy x reader

fluff / angst , platonic , gender neutral ! first request whoop whoop :D [check pinned for more info on requests]

synopsis: ‘what’s so bad about adding every person on snapchat?’ tommy thought. unknowingly, with all the other people he begins talking to during exile, one ends up being you; tubbo’s younger sibling. that is until you both visit tommy in logstedshire.

cw: i purposely misspell a few words for the texting part, i hope it’s still readable for y’all! and i haven’t actually used snapchat in years so let’s pretend i know what i’m doing :)

tommy smiled at his brand new phone

first thing he does? install snapchat and reddit

if he couldn’t talk to his best friends face to face anymore, at least he had people online to talk to, right?

tommy hoped from all his possessions dream would destroy, he could at least keep a phone

without much thought, tommy opened snapchat and began adding every account and messaging them the same obnoxious message

BE MY FRIEND . MESSAGE BACK NOW.

most people chose ignore tommy, not having a clue why he was messaging them

but as for you, when you had the notification that someone added you on snapchat and started aggressively messaging you, it made you curious

you read their user

“wife haver”?? huh???

instead of immediately blocking the person, you replied back

what?

not even less than a second later you get a reply back

OH MY GOD FINALLY SOMEONE

IM DYING

without context, you were more than confused

genuinely dying is very alarming but you shouldn’t text a random stranger your last words

huh?

THE GREEN BASTARD TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME

YOURE ALL I HAVE LEFT

plwase helo

Help

where did tou go

Ohm hgod

hHello?

NOOOO NOT YOU TOO

PLEASR

you laughed at the person’s desperation and ignored the messages

if the stranger wasn’t going introduce themselves, you wouldn’t either

however, after a while you realized you had over 100 snapchat notifications within an hour of trying to ignore the person

however it was just jumbled up words and useless spam, nothing important

as if the stranger would said anything important to your concern anyway

do you ever shut up??

fuck you

a normal person wouldve taken offense by these messages but you found them quite amusing

it wasn’t like you had anything else better to do

and this acceptance was the start of your odd friendship with the stranger

you were still on edge because you had no idea who they were and their intentions but the anonymity was mutual nonetheless

if the desperate spamming “wife haver” isn’t going to formally tell you who they actually were, you weren’t going to risk exposing yourself first

but in the past few weeks, you and the person had normal conversations apart from the first day they messaged you

well as normal as you could’ve expected from someone named “wife haver”

they were the first to send an actual snap as well

that was when you found out the “wife haver” was an obnoxious boy that looked around your age, maybe a slightly older

he had sent you a photo of him holding a thumbs up and trying to smile when he was clearly upset

just got all my stuff exploded again, feeling good

you noticed his messy blonde hair and tattered clothes

what the hell happened to this guy?

part of you was confused, and the other was concerned

u good bro??

well

i don’t have anymore tools and materials if that’s anything

so no

this is shit

lmao it was probably deserved

FUCK YOU!!!!!

im kidding that’s sad

but like do u actually need stuff?

you contemplated sending your next message and thought of the consequences

but in the end, you were probably better off than him so if he did try to do something suspicious, you could easily just leave with your trident or defend yourself

i can bring some things over if you’d like

please oh my god it’s so boring here

where the hell do you even live???

it finally hit that you would be visiting this mysterious person

you never really had much to do during the day and he had nothing against your enchanted netherite armor when compared to his worn-out clothes

you were surprised that he was quick to be comfortable with you visiting him so continued to message the boy

if you live nearby i can just stop over and bring some spare diamond tools and armor if you’d like or smth

DIAMOND !,?’/:@!?:/-',(

ya sure lol

WTF

GOOD SHIT LAD! THANKS

WHEN DO U WANT TO VISIT???

his shock and excitement made you smile

maybe this wasn’t a bad idea

before replying, you quickly ran to your storage room you gather your spare items

instead of normally texting, you decided to take a picture of all the enchanted tools and armor and send back a snap

i’m down for tomorrow, turn on your snapmaps so i can come by ;D

he quickly replied back with handfuls of ‘holy shits’ and ‘YEAHS’

you couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear which caught the attention of your older brother who had just walked in to get blocks from the wall of chests

“ew why are you smiling at your phone like that?”

“oh shut up, tubbo”

“it’s weird”

you roll your eyes at him in a playful matter

“whatever! i’m gonna be out tomorrow to visit a friend, okay?”

“you have friends? wow, sounds like a first”

“you’re such a dick!!” you yell at him whilst trying to hold in your laughter

“oh yeah? go on, tell me about this friend of yours then. meeting strangers online, hm?”

“if you’re so concerned, you can come with if you’re not busy with whatever a president does. i promise they’re not some weirdo like you”

tubbo’s tone was sarcastic but he agreed then left you to your own thoughts

you were excited for tomorrow that you were restless in your bed when nighttime had came

somehow you managed to fall asleep from tiredness in the middle of the night

soon enough it was morning

before doing anything, you checked your phone and went through all your notifications

you then checked snapchat, browsing snapmaps and realized how far you had to travel

despite the long travel, you brought yourself up from your bed and gathered all the items you were going to bring

you stuffed a full set of enchanted diamond armor, tools, and over a stack of golden carrots all in your inventory

after finishing all your preparations, you searched for your older brother

with just a loud yell of his name he appeared almost instantly

“you ready to go, tubbo?”

“yep! you know where you’re going right?”

you scoffed at the question

“of course!”

and with that, the two of you traveled on foot until you reached the ocean

you had brought 2 boats with you knowing that you couldn’t imagine being in the same boat as your brother; it would’ve ended up in endless bickering

after a while of being at sea, tubbo started to become impatient

“what the hell! how far does this person live, y/n??”

“i dunno!”

you knew the general direction you were supposed to be going to after studying your snapmaps all morning but you couldn’t check how much farther it would take to get there; there was obviously no signal in the middle of the ocean

it felt like forever before you saw land in the horizon

suddenly you regained all the energy you have lost from rowing

“there!! that place with the white tent, i can barely see it”

“finally”

with the burst of energy, you got to land in no time

the moment you got off your boat, the blonde spotted the two of you and ran in your direction

once appearing nearly feet apart, he stared at your brother who also had the shocked expression

“TOMMY?”

“TUBBO?”

your brother had more of a confused expression whilst the other boy seemed a bit mad

maybe he was always mad considering the endless conversations you had with him ranting about some ‘green bastard’

but tubbo quickly got defensive, stepping in front of you

you didn’t understand how they knew each other beforehand, but at the same time you never caught up with tubbo’s friends either

you needed answers

“what’s going on?”

“y/n! you were messaging tommy this whole time? why didn’t you tell me?”

tubbo was clearly frustrated and a feeling of guilt washed over you

it didn’t click that you never exchanged names and admitting it did not seem believable

tubbo was in complete shock, trying to process everything that was happening

“WHAT?! AND HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TALKING?”

you mumbled out your words

“a few weeks, i can’t remember”

“uh, yeah sorry” tommy had confirmed your statements. “i didn’t even know you had a sibling, tubbo! i actually didn’t know their name until now as well..”

“HUH??”

“but if i knew i was messaging a tub-ling, i wouldn’t have in the first place!”

“what the fuck tommy!!!”

“no, but how do you even know each other?” you had interrupt the two

tubbo had chosen his words carefully

“we’re... friends”

tommy had seemed upset at this

“tubbo....”

“no, don’t talk to me, tommy. you were exiled for a reason. y/n? give him the stuff you wanted to him and let’s go, this was a waste of time”

you were saddened but obliged, you didn’t want to anger your brother even more

“fuck you, tubbo! can’t believe this was how you visit me for the first time, i don’t even want your pity shit”

before you could react, tubbo led you to the back of his boat

he got in the front and quickly rowed away from the land you barely stayed on, leaving your boat behind on the shores

you looked back at tommy who already had left back to his tent

the boat ride was silent and full of sorrow until you arrived back at l’manburg

once you got home you immediately opened snapchat to message tommy

hey tommy i’m really sorry about today. i had no idea,,,

you thought he would’ve ignored your message but instead replied right after

but your heart sank at reading the message

it’s fine

i think it’s best we stop talking y/n

you didn’t want to lose a friend so quickly but after all the tension from today, you didn’t know how to come back from it

so instead of arguing you agreed, even if it wasn’t honest

yeah, me too

and that was the last message you sent to tommy

even though the whole situation was confusing from the start, it didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy the random conversations you had

the bizarre encounter was unforgettable

it made you even sadder when you realized the first time you two used each other’s names through text would also be the last

a/n: ngl, i didn’t think i would finish this on a kinda angsty ending but here we are! and grrr it’s 4am and i just wanted to finish this,, let’s hope there aren’t that many grammar mistakes LMAO anyway i hope y’all enjoyed <3

#tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit imagine #tommyinnit fanfic #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfic #mcyt imagine

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obeiii-mee · 3 years

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Hi! Im new to your page and i love your writing 💕 i have a request for demon brothers headcanons on how they treat MC after realizing they get anxiety from things like yelling/loud abrupt noises/ things like that? For example, they flinch, get quiet, or start fidgeting? Thank you!!!

Aww, thank you so much. That means a lot to me and I’m really glad you like my writing considering I have such a chaotic style lmao. Also, welcome to this mess of a blog. We give off ‘cult’ vibes but at least we have hot, fictional demons to make up for that.This was super sweet because I know for a fact every single one of them would be very understanding of MC’s anxiety of anything.

Enjoy!

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The Brothers with an MC that gets anxiety from loud/abrupt noises:

Lucifer:

-He may not get anxiety from it, but Lucifer definitely prefers a quiet atmosphere/environment where he can focus on his work

-Which makes living with his brothers a living nightmare because they don’t have the capability to shut the fuck up

-That being said, he catches on rather quickly that you do not feel comfortable around loud noises in general

-There’s a limit to what he can do but every time you feel like you need a bit of peace and quiet, know that you are more than welcomed into his office at any time of the day. Even if he isn’t there

-He definitely prioritises your mental as well as your physical well being seeing as living with demons can have a massive effect on your sanity

-He’s not judgemental about it either because, while he doesn’t understand why loud noises may cause you to be so anxious, he understands that humans are built differently to demons

-Lucifer has no chill at times and will tell all of his brothers off every time they make a big scene, whether in public or private

-He can be a tad overprotective at times but he means really well, especially if he sees you’ve gotten oddly silent for the past few minutes or has caught wind of you fidgeting during dinner

-I don’t know how much I stressed so far about the observation skills this man has but I will keep doing, he can spot you flinching at loud noises from a mile away

Mammon:

-I believe that he can read people really well and can recognise when a person is feeling a certain way

-But he’s still a complete dumbass so he might still miss a few clues hidden in your mannerisms

-Like, he realises you’re uncomfortable but he doesn’t understand the degree of it or why it exists

-You’ll have to be blunt about it and tell him about your deal with loud noises because otherwise he will be stressing about it for weeks on end

-Dating him as a result of your anxiety over loud noises can prove to be...difficult

-He’s a very boisterous and obnoxious being, everytime a particular emotion of his flares up, he gets significantly noisier

-Whenever he enters the room you happen to be in, you’re forced to cover your ears and flinch because he has a way of announcing his presence

-But he tries so incredibly hard to act calmer around you and he so hates it when he fails to do so because he knows how uncomfortable you get as a result of him screaming like an idiot

-His brothers usually blame him when you start fidgeting because they assume he’s the cause of your rising anxiety and he started to believe it as well

-He sees that look on your face and he is just gutted

-He is ready to get on his knees and start apologising profusely until you forgive him for being such a noisy bastard

-The times other things/people are the cause of you going weirdly quiet, he will use his threatening tactics

-“Listen ‘ere, you’re makin’ my human uncomfortable so if you don’t shut the fuck up, I won’t let you see the light of day again. Do ya hear me?!?!”

-He says to the godfather clock when the sound of it striking midnight startled you

Levi:

-He 100% understands

-He hates loud noises as well and they usually make him scamper back to his room lol a rat in hiding

-Levi is slightly more immune to them however seeing as his brothers do have a habit of raising their voices all the time

-But do not worry, human, for he will protect his Henry from the annoying sounds people in general make at the cost of his life

-Take shelter in his room, please

-He loves having you in there and usually you only have the noise of video games in the background

-If you’re there and an anime he’s watching is getting too loud, he will turn it down for you ahead of time

-Sometimes, he can be as noisy as his brothers, especially when he rages at one of his games

-Bu he’s so quick to shut up once he realises you’re there

-And then, like Mammon, would start apologising for being not only an ugly otaku but an obnoxious one at that

-So y’all end up comforting and cuddling each other because.....uh....mutual hatred for loud things?

-Also, he would decapitate his brothers for you if they crossed a line (like he’s not really a Yandere but he’s a demon with demonic instincts to protect I guess)

Satan:

-Much like his father eldest brother, Satan also prefers silence in general

-After all, it’s a lot easier to read when his brothers aren’t there to muck about the place and make too much noise

-Humans are very different to demons, especially psychologically speaking and he understand that

-That’s why he doesn’t question it when you follow him into the library to seek refugee from his siblings

-If anything, he’s rather happy he gets to spend some time with you so the two of you sit in silence, each of you doing your own separate thing

-He knows if something is bothering you again, he can probably notice you suddenly start fidgeting in public

-He’s very cautious with you when you are in this state as he deems you are at your most vulnerable

-One time, a teacher at RAD raised his voice too high while scolding you for not paying attention and that earned an involuntary flinch from you

-That guy was officially on Satan’s shit list from then on, just so ya know

-Overall, he’s very sweet and patient with you and absolutely does not mind spending an entire day with you indoors away from loud noises

Asmo:

-He has no problem with loud noises whatsoever

-If anything, he loves being in crowded public places like The Fall, since partying and socialising is one of his many talents

-Not to mention, he’s so used to own family being so loud it just doesn’t affect him that much

-However, when you first arrived and he noticed just how badly you reacted to loud noises, he started avoiding things like clubbing as if it were the plague every time he hanged out with you

-Asmo needs social contact but he is more than willing to spend time indoors with you if it makes you feel better

-Or going out shopping in a relatively quiet shopping centre

-I mean, getting his nails done with you by his side sounds absolutely amazing to him

-So as much as he loves making noises and spending time in rowdy places, he’s always going to make an exception with you

-Always

Beel:

-Beel is unbothered by noise

-Sure, he does like it better when his brothers aren’t fighting and things are peaceful around the house

-But, he’s not fazed by yelling, loud music, heavy things falling and thudding against the ground etc.

-He picks up on your anxiety riddled gestures the first time Lucifer has a go at his brothers in front of you

-Because you started fidgeting like crazy and in that moment he was the only one that saw it

-So Beel grabbed your hand and led you outside of the room and Lucifer was so caught up in the moment he didn’t even realise it

-Probably, maybe he just let it go

-Basically, Beel decides that he shall protect you, the tiny human in comparison with him, from any loud noises that might startle you

-He will do it, do not test him

-One time, Mammon was screaming because he was chased by the witches and it made you flinch enough for Beel to see

-A couple hours later, Mammon disappears completely and shows up at your door, looking absolutely traumatised but genuinely apologetic and says sorry

-Sometimes people forget Beel is a demon

Belphie:

-I’m gonna make a wild assumption and presume that if you are vulnerable to loud noises, you are very likely a light sleeper

-If that is the case, (apologies if you’re not) then Belphie would be very quick to notice because a lot of shit goes down at night time and most of the time, it’s loud

-Belphie doesn’t have a problem with it, he can sleep through anything, even his brothers and especially Lucifer

-But he definitely notices if you aren’t cuddled up to him any more, even if he was asleep, because you sat up in bed suddenly at a random noise at 3am

-Note: That was Asmo sneaking back into the house trying to be as quite as possible but tripping and breaking a window

-“You’ll have to get used to that. My brothers are idiots, they don’t know when to be silent.”

-He prefers quiet places like the attic so he can actually sleep, but again, could do so either way so it doesn’t matter to him

-But he is going to be...let’s say ...upset.... if you were to wake up from a nap session because of someone something

-“Make one more sound and I’ll rip your tongue out.”

-Even when you aren’t napping, he gets very angry when people get unnecessarily loud, especially with you reaction

-But that just gives him an opportunity to bring you to the attic or something so the two of you can actually chill by yourselves for a chance

-Beel is invited obviously, but Belphie is just as happy to be left by himself with you

-Ironic how much his feelings for you have changed, huh?

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So I really finished this by the end of the week. Hope this is actually some good because I spent all of my brain cells on an another giant request I’m working and the rest were used to write this. Thank you for sending me requests though guys! Now every time I get bored I can just answer your asks. Have a nice Monday!

Al~

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #MC being anxious around loud noises #🌸 comfort #☂️ demon brothers #⭐️ requests

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darkshadowismyspiritanimal · 4 years

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will we geta sequel to the tokoyami candy fic im desperate...

//Note: I wrote this in my notes app at like midnight because I had an idea. Hope you enjoy! The ending is a bit iffy but it was fun to write at least!//

Favorite Kind of Candy Part 2 // Tokoyami x Reader

The candy Pavlov experiment wasn’t working. If anything it seemed to be doing the opposite.

You didn’t know what went wrong - it had been going so well. Every morning before class you’d get a small chance to talk to Tokoyami as you were handing him a piece of candy and he’d seemed to really enjoy talking to you. He’d always ask questions about things you’d only mentioned in passing.

But now conversations were stilted at best - like he was just trying to get it over with.

Maybe he thought you were annoying? Or maybe he had figured out you had a massive crush on him and this was his way of trying to tell you he doesn’t return the feelings. Both options were equally upsetting.

Maybe you should stop offering him candy every morning - you were almost out anyways. Sure you’d asked your parents to send another giant bag of the stuff but... I mean you could just drown out your sorrows by eating it all yourself.

You groaned into your pillow, still wondering if you should give Tokoyami candy on Monday morning.

At least you had the weekend to decide.

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Things were not going as planned.

The few minutes he looked forward to every school day were when Y/n would come talk to him before class started - and now these moments were absolute hell.

He could barely think straight much less hold a conversation now that nearly the entire class was watching him and Y/n. And they knew.

God they knew. About his hopeless crush.

He’d told himself he was going to tell you, but he couldn’t. Not when he got knowing glances and obnoxious winks every time he made a move to talk to you or was paired up with you in class.

Honestly he would be surprised if you hadn’t figured out he had a crush on you, by now, with how some of his classmates were acting.

Tokoyami sighed. What was he going to do?

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You were going to ask him if he was mad at you. This weekend. It was the only solution.

You were going to do it. As soon as you saw him alone, you’d go up to him and ask.

“Are you mad at me?”

or maybe “Did I do something to upset you?”

Whatever. The specifics didn’t matter. It just mattered that you’d do it. You could do this.

You walked down to breakfast repeating ‘You could do this’ in your head. Tokoyami was sitting by himself, eating breakfast.

Perfect, now you just had to go and ask him.

... you didn’t ask him.

You kept him in your peripheral view all day. There were plenty of opportunities but each time you wimped out.

By dinner you had given up and were set to slump back to your room, defeated, when Bakugo appeared directly in front of you.

You jumped slightly, before saying “Hi?”

“Porch. Now.” Bakugo grunted. You followed him, a bit confused. You didn’t talk to Bakugo much - though you both had a mutual respect for each other since you had nearly beaten him in training a few months ago.

“Why are -?” You trailed off when you saw Tokoyami on the porch, leaning against the railing. He looked surprised to see you as well.

“You’ve been trying to talk to Tokoyami all day. So fucking talk.” And with that, Bakugo went back inside.

“You’ve been trying to talk to me?” Tokoyami asked, looking even more surprised.

A hand went to the back of your neck. “I - uh -” You frantically tried to find words. “Did I do something to make you mad at me, or something? It seems like you don’t want to talk to me anymore... which is fair, I just - wondered.”

You cringed at yourself.

“No.” This came out of Tokoyami quickly. “No, I greatly enjoy conversing with you.”

He liked talking to you?

“Then why?” You asked, frowning a bit.

Tokoyami looked increasingly uncomfortable. He turned away from you a bit and muttered - half hoping you wouldn’t hear him

“My feelings for you are ... more than platonic.”

When you didn’t respond, Tokoyami glanced over at you to see that you were gaping at him.

He felt his neck and face begin to burn.

“... you like me?” You finally managed, still looking incredulous.

“...yes.” This was about as bad as Tokoyami had imagined - though at the very least you weren’t laughing at him. yet.

“You like me?” You asked again, and then again. and again. “You like me. You like me?”

You stared at him for a moment before saying “You mean it worked?”

“I’m sorry, but what worked?” Tokoyami asked, watching you carefully. This wasn’t going as he had expected.

“My Pavlov experiment to make you like me - with the candy.”

It was Tokoyami’s turn to stare incredulously at you since (1) what you were saying implied that you returned his feelings and (2) you liked him enough to warrant the use of a psychological experiment to try and ensure he returned the feelings.

You both stared at each other for a moment, both of you still trying to process the entire conversation. Finally, you seemed to sort yourself out first as you began to giggle.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Did my experiment really work?” You asked, still giggling at the awkwardness of the whole conversation.

“I had feeling for you long before you began giving me candy.” Tokoyami responded, the idea that you liked him back beginning to settle in his chest - a warm buzzing feeling. “But I rather enjoyed being able to talk to you every morning.”

You smiled. “So should I still give you candy every morning?”

#my hero academia #mha #mha x reader #tokoyami x reader #Tokoyami Fumikage

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novacxlum · 5 years

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no chemistry

in which calum and you don’t get along, not at all, but he decides to be a good friend and save you from pity. one thing leads to another and before you know it, you’re a little more than friends. friends with benefits, if you’re being specific.

request: “okay sooo I was wondering if you could do a calum smut where y/n and him HATE each other and have some nice rough hard sex????😂💀 (ps Im so sorry for this request)” babe.........i’m so sorry for this imagine. i love u okay you’re precious

a/n: this became so many of my favorite tropes in one imagine and i’m so sorry. not beta’d. nothing is ever beta’d. sorry again.

“C’mon (Y/N)! You never want to go, and every time you do you have a good time,” Kendra whines, making you roll your eyes. You still aren’t exactly sure how she had gotten into your dorm, but as you lied across your bed she fussed with her hair in the mirror in your bedroom. She’s right close to having a fit over you going to the fraternity party with her. She was right, you always ended up having a good time, but you’ve just finished your Medical Anatomy final and all you wanted to do after all your studying is watch a Hugh Grant movie and go to sleep early.

But you did miss your friends.

With a light scoff, to conceal the fact that your interest had piqued, you ask, “Who’s going?”

Kendra looked away from the mirror to look into your eyes. “Well, everyone, of course.” She says, as though that’s the question you’re asking.

You roll your eyes and elaborate, “Who’s going that I care about?”

“Um, Jordan and Mira, Allison, and I think Seth, Jana, and Peter,” she pauses before she gasps loudly and claps her hand excitedly, making you jump. “David said he was going to drop by before he flew back home.” She says this with a devious smirk and you groan loudly. Despite the fact that you still didn’t really want to go, hearing that David was going had all but made your decision for you.

David was a tragically adorable boy in your film theory class that you had been flirting with for the past two years. His light brown hair and bright blue eyes were always hidden behind round-rimmed glasses and a beanie. He was dorky in the way you loved most, and you had harbored a pathetic crush on him since the day the two of you had met.

“Which fraternity is it?” You asked, reluctantly standing from your bed and slipping on the vans that sat beside your bed, despite the fact that you knew they were going to be filthy by the time you got home.

Kendra squeals excitedly, moving to the boxes near your closet and picking you a new shirt to replace the sweatshirt currently adorning your body.

“Pike,” she calls from your closet before she stands straight up with top you had never even worn.

Yet another groan rips through you as you grab the shirt from her, “God, they’re the worst.” You wrinkle your nose.

“They aren’t even that bad, you just hate them all because Calum likes to tease you.” She says, rolling her eyes at the dramatic show you make of changing your shirt.

You don’t fight her on the first sentiment, but you say, “Calum does not like to ‘tease’ me, Calum likes to ruin things for me because Calum is a dick.”

Calum was friends with your friends, which you had always found odd because most of you were rather soft-spoken, save for Kendra and Jana and sometimes Seth, and Calum had been nothing but a cocky, obnoxious asshole since the second you had laid eyes on him. He had tortured you mercilessly, whether it be with your friends or by calling attention to you in your shared classes. You couldn’t stand him, and you were certain the feeling was mutual.

You double-check your makeup to ensure it still looked good from its morning application, and when you’re pleased with the results you stand up straight and allow Kendra to push you out of your dorm.

By the time you get to the frat house, there are already red cups scattered across the clean-cut lawn and drunk people yelling on the large porch. Kendra holds your wrist and drags you through the crowd and you dread going inside because if it’s already so crowded outside, how full was it going to be inside?

Your question is answered when Kendra forces the door open, the foyer of the large house packed full. It smells like sweat and pot and it hits you full force as soon as you take your first step inside, your nose wrinkling in disgust. The heat envelops you immediately and your eyes squint as you follow Kendra to wherever she plans on taking you. As the two of you push through people, you try to suppress your regret for ever leaving your dorm room.

When your best friend finally pulls you out of the backdoor, you can’t do anything but let out a sigh of relief. Your eyes find your friends around the firepit and your face immediately breaks into a grin. Mira is the first to see the two of you making your way toward them and she smiles widely. “Hey, guys!”

The rest of them turn their attention to you as you reach them and they all greet you warmly. Kendra fits herself between Jordan and Allison, and David motions you over to one of the empty spots beside him with a motion of his head and you can’t help but grin.

You sit beside him, slightly closer than you would have if it had been someone else, but the smile he sends you assures you he doesn’t mind. You sit silently for a few minutes, listening to your friends speak and laughing along with them, allowing the fire to warm you. Summer has just barely begun, meaning the air was still the smallest bit cold, which is why it surprises you so much when a warm hand meets you back. You look up to see Calum, your nose wrinkling as your friends greet him excitedly. You briefly try to shake his hand away from your exposed skin, and when you look at David, almost to look for his help, you see him giggling with Jana, who must have come back with Calum without you noticing. Her hand rests rather high up on his mid-thigh and you look to Kendra, who looks at you in a shared moment of panic.

Calum sits beside you, his arm making its way around your waist. You know you’re overreacting over a boy you haven’t even dated, but you feel tears prickling in your eyes as you try to stand.

It’s then that you really notice Calum’s arm around your waist, because his hand grips your waist tightly, making you turn to glare at him. He leans into your ear, something you would usually jump away from as though it would burn you, but you feel as though you’ve already been burned so you allow him to whisper in your ear. “I’m sorry about Jana and David.”

“What do you mean?” You play dumb, “Let go of me.” You struggle to change the subject and keep your composure. You knew you shouldn’t have come tonight and now you understand why.

“You know exactly what I mean. I’m trying to help you, so don’t be a brat.” He snaps in your ear. “Now laugh.”

“What?” You’re beyond confused, your brain ping-ponging between what to worry about: the fact that Jana has, in a silly and elementary way, betrayed you, or Calum’s firm arm wrapped loosely around you.

“You want to get David’s attention? Laugh.” Though his instructions are still vague and you aren’t sure exactly what’s going on, you giggle softly when he pulls away with a soft smile on his face. The two of you turn your attention to your friends’ conversation, but you make eye contact with Kendra, who looks just a confused as you do. She shares a look with you that you know immediately to mean that you needed to talk, so you clear your throat.

“I’m gonna go get some drinks, does anybody want anything?” As expected, everyone begins to agree and Kendra stands.

“I’ll come with you.” She says so you stand as well, causing Calum’s arm to fall from your waist, looking at you with narrow eyes. “Cal, you wanna come?” She asks, and he nods, standing up next to you, his hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers. You don’t say anything as the three of you walk away from your friends, knowing without looking that each of them has a bewildered look painted across their faces.

When the three of you get to the kitchen, Calum drops your hand and Kendra and you both look at him in bemusement. “What in the actual fuck?” She begins, and you look between them.

“Listen, it’s not like this is my ideal Friday night, Kendra.” He starts.

You cut him off. “I’m sorry, can you speak to me? What the hell, dude?”

“Okay, everyone knows you have mooneyes for David and when Jana told me that the two of them went out, I knew you were gonna get all heartbroken and pathetic over it. So this is me, being a good friend, and helping you not look lonely and pitiful over him, and maybe get him to realize that you’re there, and, let’s face it, kind of a hot commodity.”

You're gobsmacked as you stare at him.

“Aw, Cal…” Kendra begins.

“I’m sorry, did you say friend? Listen here, buddy--” He cuts you off by pulling you close to him and slipping his hands in your back pockets, making you squirm.

“Jana’s walking in, can you save it and bitch me out in a few hours?”

You’re speechless as you stare up at him, but Jana coos when she sees the two of you. “You guys are so cute together!” You look at her and force a smile, and Calum loosens his hold on you as he smiles winningly at her. “Cal, can I talk to (Y/N) for a minute? I can help with drinks so you can go back out with the others if you want.” She smiles, and Calum nods.

“Thanks, Jana.” He grins, before walking out the glass doors into the backyard.

You look at Jana and thank god that the kitchen isn’t as crowded as the rest of the house. Kendra stands beside the two of you pouring drinks and, convincingly, pretending she wasn’t listening in on your conversation.

“(Y/N), I was going to apologize over David but it seems like you’re over him.” She giggles. You laugh artificially, ignoring Kendra kicking you softly.

“What about David?” You question, cringing at how uncomfortable you sound.

“Just that I knew you liked him, but I wasn’t sure if you still did because you weren’t making any moves, so I just kind of...did it. Didn’t think you were ever gonna get up the courage to make a move on anyone, but you surprised us with Calum.” She laughs.

You’re unable to decipher whether or not it’s acceptable that this upsets you so much so when you look at Kendra and see her brows furrowed and her lips curled, you know you’re not in the wrong. You turn around to grab cups off the counter and hand them to Jana. “You know what, Jana? It’s fine. I was over David a long time ago.” You lie, and she smiles, grabbing the cups from your hands.

“Oh, awesome! I’m so relieved. I’ll see you guys outside, okay?” She turns on her heel and bounces outside.

“Oh, what the fuck?” She gasps, and you turn to her, your eyes wide in disbelief.

“That was shady, right? That wasn’t just me?” You grab some cups off the counter as she fills up the last of the cups.

“Oh, no, that was shady.” She turned to you with the remainder of the cups in her arms. “Listen, I know you hate Calum, and I know you don’t wholly understand how this is friendship, but he’s trying to help you, so you’re going to go out there and act like you live up his ass, okay? Don’t let Jana know you’re upset.” She dictates, and you nod before setting your shoulders back and walking outside.

The two of you pass out cups before you sit down beside Calum and hand him one of the cups in your hand and smile sweetly at him. “What did we miss?” You ask, and they all giggle.

“They were asking about us.” He says, his hand coming to rest on your inner thigh. You have to force yourself to remember that this is all for looks and that you aren’t supposed to really enjoy the way Calum’s large hand squeezes your leg.

“Oh really?” You ask warily, bringing the red cup up to your lips. You make side-eyes at him and he playfully winks. “What about us?”

“You know, the basics. How we got together, when we got together, if you’re as feisty in bed as you are out.”

You choke on your drink as your friends laugh around you, and you force yourself to laugh too, looking at their bright faces around the fire.

“For the love of god, someone change the subject.” You croaked out, and your friends laugh harder but follow the order. The attention moves away from the two of you and Calum reassuringly squeezes your thigh, his hand resting in the same spot it had before, his thumb rubbing small circles where it sat.

Butterflies crowded your stomach at the contact and you scold yourself for getting excited over the smallest touch.

College had kept you busy. Admittedly, it wasn’t like you hadn’t been propositioned; you’d had plenty of chances. But you were afraid of getting attached, so you never took your chances. Which ultimately meant you hadn’t, for lack of a better term, gotten laid since high school. It left you a little sensitive to physical advances, but this was Calum. The thought alone nearly made you shudder. Sure, Calum was attractive, you’d have to be blind to deny that. He was incredibly handsome and the way he interacted with your other friends showed you that he had the ability to be sensitive and caring, one of his only traits you admire. But you and Calum were far too similar, which led to the two of butting heads more often than not. In a perfect world, where you got along with Calum, and he was actually attracted to you, you’d be able to enjoy this moment.

The lot of you sat out there for several hours, the air turning frigid as you made your way inside, Calum rubbing your arms with his large hands to create friction as you walked; you ignored the flutter of your heart. You all set up camp in Calum’s room, where the pounding of the bass was mostly absorbed by the walls. He sat on his bed, up by his pillows and motioned you over with the casual swoop of his head, much in the way David had when you’d first arrived at the party. You crawled over next to him, crossing your legs as he wrapped his arms around you, watching your friends shuffle around the room to find a place to sit. The floor, his desk, on the foot of his bed. You giggled as they fought over where to sit, and Calum leaned into your ear again.

“This is almost over. An hour or two tops, and then we should be fine.”

His whisper caught you off guard. Calum Hood was a damn good actor, and you hated that about him. You hated yourself even more for ever thinking this felt normal. You nod.

Finals week was over, and none of your friends were staying on campus over summer break, save for you and Kendra, and you were only staying because you were moving out of your dorms and the lease for your new shared apartment started instantly. You realized that after tonight, you and Calum wouldn’t see each other until August, and by then it would be easy to fake a breakup. This almost makes you sad. Almost.

“So, Cal,” Seth begins, and you raise a brow. He was so obviously drunk, therefore filterless. “Is this where the magic happens? Where you woo’d (Y/N)?”

Your friends burst into fits of laughter and you throw your head back to the headboard with an annoyed grunt. Calum just laughed and shook his head, watching Seth in his fit of giggles.

“How is it, all night, we’ve talked about Calum and (Y/N) but not at all about Jana and David?” Seth asks, and Allison and Kendra both share a look with you, to which you fake a friendly smile and turn your attention back to the lanky boy with his back pressed to the door.

Jana giggles and David smiles at her, which is enough to make you roll your eyes.

“Nothing to talk about, really.” Jana says, “I’ve thought David was quite cute for a while now. Thought it was time to do something about it.” She says, looking at you. You divert your eyes to Calum, who smiles down at you and rests his head atop yours, looking back to Seth.

“Man, that’s crazy. (Y/N) gave you the okay on that?” He asks, and your eyes widen, before glaring at the boy. The air is thick before Peter laughs, everyone besides you, Calum, and David joining in. David’s eyes move to you and you fake laughter as well, looking back to him. Panic rises in your throat and the dark haired boy beside you grabs your hand again.

“What d’ya mean, Seth?” David asks, and you chuckle awkwardly as the rest of the laughter in the room dies down.

“Just that she liked you for so long and Jana just swooped in.” He replies. David looks at you and you look away immediately.

“That was a long time ago, Seth.” You say, making the boy look at you in confusion. “Besides, I have Calum now.” You add. Your eyes inadvertently move to David and you see him watching you with pursed lips as Calum kisses the back of your hand softly.

The room is silent only for a beat when Peter stands. “Well, I think it’s safe to say Seth has had enough to drink, so I should probably get him back.” He says. You stand from the bed.

“Do you want help getting him in the car?” You ask sweetly, but Allison speaks up.

“Actually, Peter is my ride, so I’ll help him. Have a good night everybody.” She smiles. She stands, moving toward you and wrapping her arms around you. You take the opportunity to quietly curse her out for taking your excuse and she laughs, pressing a kiss to the side of your head and squeezing your wrist before gripping the arm of Seth’s Peter wasn’t already holding and making their way out.

Jordan and Mira stand not longer, stating that they were tired and had to pack tomorrow.

“Can I get a ride out?” Kendra asked them, and you furrowed your brows.

“Kendra, I can still take you home.” You say, and she grins.

“Stay here with Calum. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” She says, dropping a wink. You smile at her, waving softly and watching the three of them walk out.

Jana and David watched the two of you from Calum’s desk silently for a moment before David stands. “Well, I hate to follow the train but my flight leaves in a couple hours, so we’d better go too.” He crosses the room to you and you panic, especially when his arms wrap around you in a hug. “I really want to talk to you. I’ll call you tomorrow?” He whispers. All you can do is nod, showing a friendly smile when he pulls away. You share an awkward hug with Jana while Calum and David share goodbyes as well. When the two of them wave over their shoulders and make their way out of the door, you groan loudly and fall face first on the bed.

“That was a fucking disaster.” You say, and Calum chuckles.

“Wasn’t that bad, until the end. Got a little messy.” He laughs. You turn your face to look at him and admire how relaxed he looks for once.

“Thank you, Calum. That was really nice.” You admit, and he shrugs.

“That’s what friends are for.” He says softly. “You may be fucking annoying and sometimes you make me want to bash my brains in, but you weren’t a bad girlfriend tonight.”

The statement partly resonates sweetly in you and partly offends you. You sit up. “Okay, first of all, the only reason we don’t get along is that you’re fucking stubborn as an ass and you like to make fun of me just to see me freak out.”

“I wholeheartedly disagree. The reason we don’t get along is that you have your head so far up your own ass that you can’t realize that life isn’t that serious and that you can relax and pull the stick out of your ass for more than an hour out of the month.” He cries out.

“What, so I can flunk out of college and end up a nobody? No thanks, Hood. I’d rather be successful than waste time.”

“God, you’re so easily the most obnoxious person I’ve ever met in my life. Can you hop off your high horse so I can say that to your face?”

At this point, you’re yelling when you tell him to go fuck himself, already reaching for the door handle. Your hand reaches the cold metal when you feel his firm body press you against the door. You gasp, his hands gripping your hips and moving up your shirt, feeling your unusually warm skin.

“Jesus Christ, you’re frustrating.” He groans, his hands still holding you in place as his head drops to your shoulder. He presses kisses to the side of your neck and the involuntary moan that falls from your lips makes him smirk.

“I hate you, Calum.” Your voice is shaky and that makes him chuckle against your skin. He spins you around to face him, pressing you into the door once again and looking into your eyes.

“Yeah, you hate me? Bet you’re still gonna let me fuck you.”

The taunt makes you gasp and attempt to pull away, but he holds you securely, his lips attaching back to your neck, now working up the other side. Again, you moan softly as his warm lips press against your skin.

Were you really about to do this? When the night had begun, Calum had been the last thing on your mind. You couldn’t stand him, but the way he was kissing you and the fact that you can feel him hardening against you clouds your usually sharp decision-making skills.

Your hands reach up and grip his waist, your fingers pulling the fabric of his shirt. He pulls away with a smirk and pulls it over his head before grabbing you by the belt loops and pushing you toward the bed. He grips the hem of your own shirt. You make eye contact for a moment before you realize he’s waiting for your permission. You stifle your smile and nod, lifting your arms as he tugs the fabric off to reveal your bare skin. He leans over you, pressing kisses to the skin above the cups of your bra, leaving small marks along his path. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” He asks, and you whimper, nodding as he looks up at you.

He stands, pulling off your shoes and unbuttoning your jeans, pulling them down your legs before doing the same to his own, leaving both of you in just your underwear.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to his erection and sit up and slide off the bed and onto your knees before him. He stares down at you with hard eyes and wraps his fingers into your hair when you press a soft kiss to his clothed member. His eyes flutter shut and you take the opportunity to pull down his boxer-briefs, releasing him from the confines of his underwear. Your hands immediately wrap around him, stroking him slowly before kissing his tip teasingly.

Calum’s hands pull all your hair into one hand. “Thought you said you were going to be good.” He murmurs, eyes blown out as he stares down at you. You look up at him from underneath your lashes and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock.

“I am.” You say, your voice smooth as you continue to torture him.

“If you’re being good, you’ll stop teasing.” He demands softly. Though you’re usually rather stubborn, you decide to listen to him and take him into your mouth, allowing his hand to guide your head. You open your mouth wide and try to hollow your cheeks, your hands grasping his thighs. He groans lowly as your fingernails drag lightly down his warm, tanned skin.

Your head pushes against the guidance of his hand and he allows you to take the reins, looking down at you with hooded eyes. You pull back almost completely and hollow your cheeks as you suck his tip, making him moan loudly, pulling your hair to drag you away from him and panting. His hand reaches down and cups your cheek. “Why don’t you come up here and let me take care of you.” It’s less of a question and more of a command, so you stand up and hastily unclip your bra. Calum’s large hands cover your breasts without hesitation, kissing the bare skin and taking an exposed nipple in his mouth as he bends down, his fingers sliding beneath the waistband of your panties and instantly cupping your pussy.

“Y’gonna let me fuck this?” He asks, and you moan, gripping his shoulders as his fingers slip between your folds and find your clit.

“Yes, Calum, please.” You whine, and he smirks, pushing you toward the bed. You fall on your back and spread your legs, listening to his groan as he moves toward you, his member in his hand and he leans over you, guiding himself to your entrance. He doesn’t waste time, pushing in hastily. He groans loudly, you gasp, your eyes closed in immediate bliss. It doesn’t take long for him to begin moving with force. His thrusts are slow but hard, his eyes closed as he pounds into you. “Fuck, Calum.” You groan, your fingers gripping the sheets.

Calum pulls out, making your eyes go wide. You sit up on your elbows, mouth already open to ask him what was happening when he flips you on your stomach. “Hands and knees.”

You don’t say anything when you follow his orders, propping yourself up on your hands and knees. He pushes in again, his hands holding your hips tightly. You bite your lip as he pounds into you roughly, his hand snaking around your hips as he bends down to rub your clit harshly. You can barely hear the bass pounding anymore, as all you can hear is Calum’s skin slapping against yours and both of your moans.

A particularly deep thrust hits the sweet spot inside of you and your arms collapse under you, a pathetically loud whimper followed by his name falling from your hips. His arms wrap around your body and pull you up against him, one hand wrapped lightly around your throat and the other holding your torso against him. Your hands reach for each of his, one of them gripping the wrist resting beside your belly button and the other reaching for the forearm crossing your chest. You cry out at the new position, Calum’s heavy breathing near your ear.

“Maybe this’ll straighten you out.” He muses breathlessly, snapping his hips against yours. You don’t have time to even think about the sentence as his fingers reach down from your stomach to your clit, rubbing harshly. You figure he’s near to his climax, but you are too. In fact, when he whispers in your ear once again, the dirty words and sound of his voice send you over the edge.

“I’m coming, fuck, Cal, I’m—“

You’re cut off by your orgasm washing over you, and you squeeze his arms, your face screwing up and your muscles contracting.

“Oh, my--fuck (Y/N).” He cries, his arms tightening around you as he comes.

When you both come down from your highs, Calum loosens his grip on you and falls on the bed face-first while you try to find your footing. “Where are you going?” He asks, his head turning as you pull on your shirt.

“Um, I’m going to clean up and go home.” You say, grabbing your jeans from where he had discarded them. He scoffed.

“Don’t be stupid. I’ll go get something for you, and you can stay here.” You want to be offended at the beginning of his statement, but you’re just confused and grateful.

“Oh. Thank you.” You say softly. He doesn’t say anything as he stands, pulls on a pair of joggers, and walks out. You stand in his room awkwardly waiting for his return and reflect on what just transpired. This wasn’t even a little close to how you imagined this night going when Kendra showed up at your dorm room, and it had been a roller coaster of a night.

Calum returns with a wet washcloth just a moment later. You reach out for it but he kneels and nudges your legs open, running the warm cloth up your legs and what rested between them. You hand reflexively rests on his shoulder to keep yourself standing, and the silence is stifling so you speak up.

“You’re being uncharacteristically sweet.”

He chuckles, shaking his head and looking up at you. “We may disagree, but I’m not an asshole, believe it or not.” You smile at him as he finishes wiping you down before he threw the washcloth into his hamper. “Now go to sleep. It’s late and you have to be out of the dorms by noon.” You briefly wonder how he knows this. He crosses the room to a dresser, where he opens the drawer and pulls out a pair sweatpants, which he throws at you without much warning.

You pull on the pants and slide under the covers, careful to stay as far on your side of the bed as possible while he turns on the lights.

Once it’s dark and you can feel that Calum has settled in his side of the bed, you say, “Thank you, Calum.”

You swear you can hear a smile in his voice when he says, “Shut up.”

You do. And you fall asleep almost immediately.

The next morning, you wake up to your normal saturday alarm and you groan, searching for your phone. Your eyes open and when you don’t see your white walls or any of your things, you feel a slight moment of panic. It’s only a split second before you remember last night, and you sigh, sinking back into the soft mattress. The spot next to you is empty and the other side of you is where you find your things. You clothes are folded neatly on the bedside table and there’s a glass of water there. Calum has even gone as far as to plug your phone in, which you appreciate deeply. You pick up your phone to turn off your alarm and to pull off the bright yellow sticky note stuck to your screen.

Had to run. See you around :) -Calum

The smiley face makes you laugh.

You stand and cross to his desk, plucking a pen from a cup in the top corner and a new sticky note.

Thanks for last night, I owe you one. See you around :) -(Y/N)

You decide this is good enough and you stick it on the wall above his bed before you straighten the blankets. You get dressed and quickly down the glass of water. Your shoes are placed neatly next to the bed and you lean down to slip them on. You grab the glass of water and your keys off the nightstand and run downstairs, setting the glass in the kitchen sink before slipping out the front door. Your car is only about fifty feet down the road, so you jog toward it and hop in, now fully realizing how little time you had to get back to the dorms and get all your things out.

Luckily, you get there in record time and you find Peter and Allison knocking on your door when you walk in.

“Oh, hey.” You say, catching their attention.

“Jesus, I thought you were dead in there.” Allison jokes, and you laugh softly, shaking your head and unlocking your door. “Guess we could have called you.” She notes, and you raise a brow to both of them.

“What’s up? Also,” you smile sweetly, “can we carry boxes while we talk?” Your friends roll their eyes but you each grab a box and move to walk down the stairs.

“So...what the fuck?” Peter starts, and you glare at him. “Calum? When did that happen? What happened to David?” The three of you walk out of the front door and you adjust the box in your arms to pop your trunk.

“He told you when that happened, didn’t he?” You say, remembering that Calum had told you something along the lines of that. “And it’s been two years, and nothing happened with David. I figured it was time to move on.”

“Nothing happened with David because you never made a move!” Allison points out.

“You know he’s shy.” Peter backs her up.

You set the boxes in the trunk and set back upstairs. “Listen, it just kinda happened. I didn’t know this was going to be a huge deal.” You sigh, wincing slightly at how sore you are from last night as you walk up the stairs.

“Wait, are those the same clothes as last night? Did you stay over with him last night?” Peter asks.

“Yes.” It’s the first totally truthful thing you’ve told them all day. “Jeez, I thought you guys liked Calum. You’ve been friends with him forever, and now you don’t like him anymore?” You’re getting a little frustrated, and starting to feel a little overprotective of Calum.

“We love him, we just know that you haven’t always gotten along with him. We want to make sure you’re thinking this all the way through. We don’t want either of you to get hurt.” Allison says softly. You sigh.

“I appreciate that. I love you guys, okay? And I appreciate that you’re worried. But I know what I’m doing, okay? It’ll all turn out alright.” You look at the two of them and raise a brow, and when they both nod, you smile softly and hug them both. “Now that that’s settled, I have to be out in forty-five minutes, so if you wanted to help me, I would be forever grateful.”

You barely get out in time, and you say goodbye to your friends before driving to your apartment.

The fact that they’re concerned about your ‘relationship’ with Calum makes you feel guilty for lying to them, but you assure yourself that it’s over, and in a few weeks you can tell your friends that you and Calum had broken up.

You try to push it out of your head when you pull up to the apartment complex and find the new key on your keyring as you get out of your car and walk up the stairs, praying that Kendra is already here. You struggle to find the exact apartment again and when you finally do, you wiggle the doorknob to find it unlocked. You smile triumphantly, walking in and beginning to speak, “Hey, Ken, is all your stuff here? Because my boxes are in my car if you don’t mind helping me.” You look up to find not only Kendra but Calum as well on the couch in your living room. “Oh, hey Calum.”

Kendra stands and says, “Thanks for all your help, Cal.” She smiles, and he stands as well.

“Yeah, no problem.” His attention turns to you and you raise an eyebrow in surprise, “Where are you parked?”

You blanch.

“What?”

“Where are you parked? You need help with your stuff.” He says it as though it’s obvious, but you shake your head.

“Oh, no. You don’t have to, it’s no big deal.” You deny.

He rolls his eyes, grabbing your keys from the counter. “Fine, I’ll find it myself.” He says, and you narrow your eyes at him before pulling your keys from his hand and leading him and Kendra downstairs to your car. Once there, he’s the first to stack two boxes on top of each other and walking away from the two of you as you got your own boxes to carry.

“(Y/N), this is a mess.” She says. Your eyes widen as you stare at her.

“What is?”

“You and Calum! Jesus, I mean, you must be amazing in the sack.” You splutter out a laugh and grab a box, following her inside.

“What do you mean?” You ask curiously, smiling awkwardly at Calum as he walks out of the door of the complex past the two of you.

“I mean, he gushed over last night to me, which was WAY too much information, thank you very much, and I think he may have a little crush on you.” You scoff loudly at this, laughing softly as you made your way into your apartment and into your bedroom, dropping the boxes onto the carpet.

“Come on, Kendra. It’s Calum.”

“Calum is pussywhipped for you.” She teases, to which you groan lowly, playfully slapping her arm as you walked back down to your car. “You need to talk to him. Seriously.”

With Calum taking two boxes at a time, your car is unpacked much faster than you had thought it was going to be. The three of you bring up the final boxes as you and Calum giggle at a story Kendra is telling you when she gasps, glancing at her watch suddenly.

“I have to be at work in ten minutes.” Her voice is rushed when she grabs her things quickly and winks at you before she slips out of the door.

Calum and you stand in silence for only a moment before he says, “Jesus Christ, she’s a terrible actress.”

You laugh loudly and nod in agreement, looking over at him. “We should talk.”

“Yeah, sorry for leaving this morning. I promised Kendra I would help her move her furniture.” He apologizes sheepishly.

You smile softly, shaking your head. “Last night.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, shrugging. “Listen, thank you for the David thing, and for letting me stay over, and last night was...amazing, honestly. But there’s a reason I don’t do this whole dating thing, and--”

He cuts you off. “Wait for a second, dating?” You shrug again. “Oh, honey.” He purrs, his voice dropping and his hands gripping your hips. “Is that what Kendra told you?” You open your mouth to answer, but he begins speaking again. “I didn’t tell her I wanted to date you, I just told you were about the best fuck I’d ever had.”

You gasp as you feel him pull your body against him. “Still--”

“I mean, you said it yourself. Last night was amazing.” His head drops to suck a love mark on your neck and you moan softly, your hand reaching up to curl into his hair. Needless to say, you lost that battle.

When David calls later in the day, Calum answers. The conversation doesn’t last more than a few minutes and though you still feel a small longing in your chest for David, you look at Calum laying on the couch in his post-orgasmic state and feel a little better.

This was just the beginning of a very blissful journey. Texts you used to cringe at from other guys (“you up?”) now made your heart soar when you got them from Calum. Tonight was nothing new.

thinking of you.

Your phone pings the message and you read it several times before you walk to Kendra’s room, open her door, and stare at her.

“You need to leave.”

“What? Why?” She asks, bemused. You take a deep breath and fluff your hair in the mirror as she watches Netflix on her laptop.

“Because Calum is coming over here, and he’s going to fuck my brains out, and I’m going to be very loud. I’m kicking you out for your own good.” She murmurs and you clasp your hands together and bend at the knees. “I know, I know. I’m really sorry.”

“Can’t you ever fuck at Cal’s?” She asks, and you flop yourself on your bed.

“Ken, why don’t you call one of your booty calls?” You gasp. “What about Tilly, from our English class? You said she was really good, right?”

Kendra thinks it over for a moment before she sighs. “Fine, I’ll call Tilly.”

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear to god.”

Calum is over less than twenty minutes later, backing you into the kitchen counter and attacking your neck and exposed chest with hickies, making you moan.

His large hands grip your hips and lift you onto the counter, your legs spreading to accommodate him as his lips pressed against your skin. He isn’t wasting time as he drops to his knees, motioning for you to lift your hips. He pulls your panties off and without hesitation, buries his face between your legs. Your heels dig into his shoulder, which you momentarily worried would hurt him, but over time you had learned that a little bit of pain does a lot for Calum, which is only proven further when he moans against your core, sending vibrations throughout your body. He takes your clit in between his lips and sucks harshly, making you moan loudly and tug at the curly hair growing from his head.

You come in record time, and you know you’re in for a long night when Calum smirks deviously at you from between your legs, already unbuttoning his jeans.

It was fair to say that Calum was a good friend. A great friend.

When you show up at the frat house, you wave at the familiar boys on the couch.

“Calum is in his room.” One informs you, and you share a warm smile with them.

“Thank you, Alex.” You say, already making your way upstairs.

“Have fun, (Y/N).” They tease, and you roll your eyes but laugh softly as you finish your ascent to the second level and make a bee-line to Calum’s room. You open the door without knocking and walk in when you see him lying on the bed, kicking off your shoes and lying down with him.

“Hey there, buddy. Not as excited as I would have hoped.” You tease. Calum smiles and shakes his head before rolling over on top of you.

“Rest assured, I am VERY excited to see you.” He says, rolling his hips into yours to make a point. You shudder, your hands moving to his sides. He moves to stand up, kicking off his joggers and pulling his shirt off. Your hurried hands follow his lead, shimmying your jeans off and pulling your sweatshirt over your head. Calum moves much slower than you, which is a stark contrast to your usual routine. You always felt like it was impossible to keep up with him.

Calum reaches a hand to ensure that you’re already wet and sits up by his pillows. “Wanna ride me tonight?” He asks softly.

You’d feel almost guilty to break the reverent feeling in his room, so you just nod and roll over, moving toward him and kneeling before him. He guides your hips over his cock and lines himself up with your entrance. You control the pace, slowly sinking down on him. His hands hold your back as you move up and down; you watch his face for any reaction, but all he can do is look at you with a face you had never seen from him before. You’re overwhelmed from both the position and the way he’s looking at you, so you take a deep breath and squeeze his shoulder. He smiles softly, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours.

In the past six months, you were sure you and Calum had tried most things, but tonight broke several different records. Calum was never one for intimacy; he worked hard and fast, but the way you’re lifting and sinking down again as his lips work against yours was on the opposite end of the spectrum you usually frequented.

Secondly, you had never kissed. Not once. If you weren’t sure you were head over heels for Calum before, you definitely knew now.

Finally, after the two of you come, and after Calum has cleaned you up and pressed a kiss to your hip (which was his nearly-pathetic-but-somehow-enduring form of aftercare), and the two of you lay down, he pulls your body close to his and keeps you wrapped in his arms all night.

It’s a side of Calum you’ve never seen. It’s, dare you say it, loving. And it scares you.

When you wake up the following morning, your clothes are folded, there’s a glass of water and a sticky note.

thanks for last night ♡

You leave a note with a sloppily drawn heart and a smiley face and berate yourself the whole ride home for keeping his note.

Less than a week after yours and Calum’s oddly intimate night, there’s a pounding on your door half past one in the morning. Kendra is working the graveyard shift, so you’re alone, and you feel panic instantly rise up in your throat at the thought of who is at your door, but when you look out of the peephole and only see Calum and Jordan, you let out a sigh of relief. You swing the door open to greet your friends and smile bemusedly.

“Hey,” you say simply, waiting for one of them to speak up with an explanation.

“Hi.” Calum murmurs. It’s now that you realize he is pitifully drunk, leaning against the wall beside your door. You shuffle them inside the apartment and Calum struggles to walk to your bedroom alone. “Are you coming?” He mumbles to you.

“I’ll be there in just a sec, Cal.” You assure him. He nods, walking into your room and dropping on your bed without turning on the light. You turn to Jordan. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged. “We were at the party, and he got pretty drunk so we tried to take him to his room. He wanted to come here, and he wouldn’t let it go.” You sigh and rub your head. “Is everything okay between you two?”

“Yeah, it’s nothing. Don’t worry. Thank you, Jordan, for bringing him here.” You squeeze his arm reassuringly. Calum calls your name from your room and sighing again before hooking your thumb over your shoulder. So...I should go to him.”

“Yeah, of course. We’ll see you guys on Sunday for dinner, right?” You nod and he smiles. You share goodbyes before closing the door quietly behind him and padding to your bedroom. You turn on the lamp on your bedside table and lie on your bed, you hand automatically going to scratch Calum’s scalp when he rests his head on your lap.

He’s humming, which makes you smile softly as you look down at him.

“Why are you mad at me?” He asks, unprompted. You furrow your brows and look down at him.

“I’m not mad at you, Calum. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

He rolls over to look at you with furrowed brows and your heart beats the smallest bit faster when he stares at you with his big brown eyes. “You haven’t even talked to me since Saturday night.”

You avert eye contact, avoiding his pouting face. “I’ve been busy.” You excuse, and he grumbles.

“It’s just a long time. We never go that long.”

You know he’s right. “I’m sorry, Cal. I’ll tell you when I’m busy, okay? And I’ll try to find a little time for you.” Calum finds this to be a reasonable solution, so he nods and moves to rest his head on your pillows. ”Do you want to stay here tonight?”

He nods again and kicks off his jeans tiredly before crawling under your blankets and wrapping his arms around you while you struggle to turn off your lamp. Finally, you succeed and lie beside him, nearly asleep when you hear him drunkenly whispering.

“Goodnight, (Y/N). I love you.”

“Can you stop ignoring Calum? He’s started hitting my line looking for you.” Kendra ranted, glaring at you.

“I can’t.” You whisper, your eyes focused as you read the textbook before you.

“No, you can. You just won’t.” She snapped. “What happened, anyway?”

Your brain replays the night of Calum’s sleepover and his drunken confession, and you shake your head. “Nothing, I just don’t think I want to see him anymore.” You lie, and she rolls her eyes.

“As if. You and him are connected at the hip. You’re obsessed with each other and now all the sudden you just ‘don’t want to see him anymore?’” Kendra question.

“I’m scared.” You admit after a pregnant pause. Your eyes move to her and she furrows her brows. “He told me he loved me. I mean, he was drunk but…” you trail off.

“I’m sorry, haven’t you been in love with him for, like, months now?”

You groan. You don’t want a relationship, and you were scared of what Calum was capable of. He was a heartbreaker, you knew that for certain. You had already invested so much in him. If what he told you when he was drunk was just an overzealous exclamation, you weren’t sure you could take the heartbreak.

You turn away from Kendra and back to the textbook.

An hour or two later, after Kendra’s phone had buzzed for what felt like the hundredth time, you hear her speaking from your room.

“You know what, dude? If you want to see her, you find her. She doesn’t listen to me.”

After a long shift at work, you’re walking to your car. You’re tired, hungry, and uncomfortable in your tight jeans, so all you want to do is go home and take off your clothes and overeat and cry and finally go to sleep. You use your fob to unlock your car and when you look up, you see a tall figure leaning against your car. You scream but immediately hear a familiar laugh.

“Relax, Jesus.”

Your fear of being kidnapped is put to ease but a new anxiety rises as you reach Calum. He’s finished laughing and his face is hard as he looks at you.

“Hi,” you greet awkwardly.

“What the fuck, (Y/N)?” He begins, and you sigh.

“I’m sorry.”

He laughs, humorlessly. “What, you thought you could just ghost me and ‘sorry’ would cut it? I don’t think so.”

“Calum, I don’t really want to do this right now.” You say. He’s still leaning against your door, so you wait for him to move.

“Well, you aren’t leaving or I’ll never get my answers.” He snaps.

“You know what, Calum? You're not the only person that wants answers. How about you get the fuck off my car and leave so we can both be unfulfilled, hm?” You retorted, glaring at him.

“What the fuck kind of questions do you have? You’re not the one that’s been ignored consistently for nearly a month.” He yells.

“Do you love me?” You ask. His face pales.

“What?”

“Do you love me? Because that’s what you told me, and I’d quite like to hear the truth from you when you aren’t smashed out of your mind.” You cry.

“You know what? Yeah. I love you. So fucking what? What does that have to do with any of this?”

“Everything. I don’t want this to go on longer than it has to. It doesn’t matter than you love me, because we don’t get along. It couldn’t go anywhere, anyway.”

The excuse is blasphemous to him as he scoffs loudly and pushes himself off of the car. “That’s a cop-out. Don’t you dare act like you aren’t in love with me too. The only reason we don’t always get along is because of this! Because you freak yourself out and ruin good things because you’re scared. And you know what? I’m not letting you ruin this for us.”

Calum grips you hips and forcefully pulls you into him, his hand guiding your face to his before crashing his lips into yours, kissing you passionately. As much as you tried to fight it, you melted into him, your arms wrapping around his waist as you kissed him back. His tongue finds its way into your mouth and you let it take dominance against your own. Your heart is nearly pounding out of your chest when Calum turns the two of you around, pressing you into the cold metal of your car. He pulls away and pecks your lips once, twice, and a third time before resting his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, I love you, okay? Can you just let yourself be scared for once?” He asks breathlessly.

Instead of answering his question, you say, “I love you, Calum.”

His lips meet yours again, and the two of you can barely keep it together because of the smiles taking over your faces.

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mundanewayv · 4 years

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rule of five. / hendery.w

enemies to lovers! hendery, 3.1k. got a little too excited with this one

The magic five. 5 days for mutual friends to set out to put two enemies together for 5 days, 5 rules.

The office was a pleasant place to be in; you had your colleagues, all boys from the same neighbourhood and middle school, so you didn’t feel lonely though all of you were scattered across different departments, stocked pantry and fully-equipped employee resting area, a boss who spent more time looking at the vanity mirror than the files on her table that she needed to sign and of course, doing what you love, fixing technological problem in the office. Perhaps, there was one flaw, a big one in your opinion, since he appears in all the things you found pleasant about your office. Hendery Wong.

Obnoxious, snobby, critical and a powerful ass-kisser. He is Ten’s mutual friend that he met at an all-boys boarding school when Ten relocated back to Thailand temporarily. Funny how Ten brought him back to the little neighbourhood of yours. Hendery is in the sales and projects department with Ten, Yangyang and Lucas. Xiaojun and Sicheng in the accounting and auditing department and you and Kun in the IT department. Like every salesman, he is snobby and knows how to wrap your boss around his finger.

He complains about you being the only girl in the group and how the boys were always focusing on you when all of you were together and one thing you hate across all men, leading female colleagues on. Hendery uses his good looks to throw his tasks to one of those girls in sales so he can focus on the bigger projects and ultimately get acknowledgement for it. He takes them out to dinner and dumps them right after. Hate was an understatement; you detested his guts.

Like any other day, the eight of you would gather at the rest area for lunch and the daily office gossip.

“How’s Michelle, Hendery? Saw her eyes puffed up like that croissant you’re eating.” Ten asked in between crunches as he chews on his carrot.

“Well, I told her I was sorry if she got the wrong idea.” your arch enemy shrugged his shoulders, nonchalant as he spread cream cheese onto his croissant.

“You’re a jerk, Hendery. Michelle was so happy when she told me how you were taking her out to dinner. Try being led on and maybe you’d know how it feels.” you snorted, fully aware that your eyes were about to roll to the back of your head because you were that mad.

“Oh love, it wasn’t my fault she got the wrong signals. But wait, what do you know? You don’t date and you hang out with Kun and computers all day. No offence, Kun.” Hendery shoots back, swirling his butter knife and putting it down so he could take a bite of his lunch.

“I swear to God, I’m going to tear your-” Hendery successfully riled you up because you were about to jump at him and he was lucky Kun and Xiaojun were nearby to restrain you because in case he didn’t know, you were stronger than you look, your Judo master father didn’t raise you to back down when it came to throwing someone over your shoulders.

“The both of you are always fighting. Are both of you that desperate for my attention?” Ten pouts, using his fork to push the broccoli aside his lunch box.

“He started it, since he didn’t know how to keep his big mouth shut.” you hissed under your breath.

Hendery took every offence of that snide remark, “Maybe if you quit trying to start something out of nothing, we might actually be friends.”

“How about this,” Yangyang puts down the bottle of soda he was drinking.

“Since both of you fight so much, and it kind of ruins the dynamics around here, we’re going to force the both of you to be friends then. The loser who backs out fulfils the wish of the other.” he suggested,

“Ooh, does this mean I can actually kick him out of our team if I want to?” you eyed Hendery, an evil smirk forming across your face.

“Yup! Wait, what? We’ll have to see about that one.” you could hear Yangyang choking on soda when you mentioned that.

“Let’s draw up the rules then!” Lucas stands up from his seat, running to get a napkin and pen and setting it down on the table between the rest except you and Hendery. The both of you waited at the side, refusing to make a single eye contact and minding each of your own businesses. In the span of 5 minutes, Hendery was already sweet-talking his third sales client, in which you know he could easily clinch a deal with.

“Okay, we’re done!” Yangyang yells out to the both of you as he waved the napkin in the air excitedly.

You read the rules before Hendery came to grab the napkin from your hands.

Address each other with pet names

Morning and night texts.

Surprise each other

Walk home together

5 words you’d like to tell each other

“Hm, seems simple. Or maybe I’m just more used to stuff like this than someone here~” Hendery hums, taking a jab at you sarcastically.

“Great! We start today! Follow the sequence!” all of you dispersed back to work as lunch draws to an end.

You were working on a couple of input errors that the sales team made so they could be sent out for orders afterwards when both Kun and your phone buzzed.

hendery: hey baby :)

He was already starting on the first rule. You felt a rush of heat in your cheeks, shocked and slightly flustered, thinking of a pet name that wasn’t as cheesy as his. The names you always called him weren’t always nice and you’re pretty sure “ass-kisser” isn’t a pet name.

you: what’s up, dear? <3

You typed anxiously, flunging your phone away from you once you were done.

“This is getting cheesier than we thought.” Kun whispered.

yangyang: ya’ll can’t change that once you start >:)

hendery: baby fits her well.

Your lunch churned in your stomach, feeling grossed out by how Hendery was probably typing these out with that smug smile of his, plotting to just play you out just like those other girls. You avoided messaging into the chat room so you didn’t have to call or see him call you cheesy pet names.

The second morning came and you were on to the next rule: Morning and night texts. You thought that maybe you should take the effort since Hendery was the one who got the ball rolling yesterday.

you: good morning, dear <3

You still weren’t used to calling your arch enemy ‘dear’ and adding heart emojis at the end of every message.

hendery: not very good since you’re ruining my sleep :)

hendery: im kidding, good morning

hendery: baby lol

Your phone was once again sent flying towards the bed before bouncing onto the floor. You couldn’t wait for the next three days to pass by quickly because you knew you were going to win and kick Hendery out of the team anyway. You took deep breaths, soothing the blood boil when you read Hendery’s reply.

Back at the office, nothing much changed, the both of you were still at each other’s throats with you daily banter of him not holding the lift for you earlier in the morning, clearly knowing you were going to be late if you waited for the next one, causing you to take a ‘morning run’ up the stairs to the ninth floor where your office was on. You would usually be so tempted to just stop him from getting you mad but today, it took him an “I’m sorry babe” to suddenly pull you back, it was probably your nerves acting up or maybe you were actually starting to like that pet name.

All of you went home together since all of you lived in the same neighbourhood but few streets apart. Ten, Hendery and you lived the closest to each other and on a daily basis, you would make it a point to only say bye to Ten since you were that petty and insistent on putting Hendery’s ego back in line. Today wasn’t any different and you just shut the door on the both of them and Hendery actually hoping you would turn back and say bye to him too.

You dried your freshly washed hair and finally laying your exhausted body on the bed after a long day. Swiping the notification widget, you unlock your phone to see a personal message from Hendery.

hendery: good night

hendery: it’s just for the game

hendery: don’t overthink

You smirked to yourself as you sense victory on its way, he’s probably just trying to lead you on by pretending to like you. Reverse psychology or something like that, they call it these days. You weren’t born yesterday and you knew how to make this game a bit more interesting, by playing along.

you: you too dear <3 sweet dreams

You hoped to see him reply with a tinge of surprise and maybe make your heart flutter with those cheesy stuff but you were subsequently disappointed,

hendery: k. 👌

You threw your phone by the bedside table and you got to admit that you were actually anticipating the morning text the next day. Unfortunately, your anticipation failed you and Hendery was the disappointment he always was when you saw your lockscreen clear of any ‘good morning’ texts in sight.

You went to office per normal, late with a toast hanging between your teeth as you slung your bag behind your office chair and a hot coffee you almost spilled over this mysterious pink thing on your office desk.

“What’s this?” you asked Kun.

“There’s a card I think.” his eyes not leaving the computer monitor for a second.

You turned the thing over to see an all-pink bouquet of flowers and a card attached to its edges.

‘Sorry I didn’t send that good morning thing. I had to rush in to office last night so I technically didn’t know if it was morning or night so here’s something to make it up. -Hendery”

“Very pink, very Hendery.” Kun mumbled as his fingers furiously brushed across the keyboard.

You fished out your phone and took a picture of the bouquet to send it to Hendery.

you: hey, thanks for the flowers, you didn’t have to :)

You waited. And waited and waited. But no reply came in and you did start to feel a little defeated since bouquet kinda convinced you that Hendery wasn’t as bad as he seemed. You were quite shocked to see Hendery not there when the team gathered for lunch.

“Where’s Hendery?” you asked out of curiosity.

“Boss is grilling him like crazy today. Apparently, a customer wants to pull out of a million dollar deal that Hendery has been working on for months because of a section in the sales contract and he’s been in there and probably will be for the rest of the night trying to fix the problem.” Lucas lamented, sipping on his juice box.

You felt a little awry. For all those times you always accuse him for throwing his responsibilities to someone else and getting recognition for it when he actually did work hard and handled the consequences himself. Without a daily banter, today did feel a bit boring for you.

You were ready to knock off for the day as you packed your notebook and phone chargers when you suddenly thought of Hendery who had been busy working for the entire day, that he didn’t read your message at all. You took your bag and left the office.

Only to come back with two more bags of food for the both of you. There was a mix of sympathy, affection and maybe because you were feeling apologetic when you decided to bring him something to eat. You walked the empty hallway towards the sales department office, dimly lit with most computer monitors switched off except one. The boy sat in front of his post-it filled table and with his sleeves rolled up and face in his hands as if he was defeated and ready to give up. You tapped his shoulder, making Hendery jump in surprise.

“Hey, I thought you’d still be here and got you something to eat.” you told him

“This isn’t just to make it equal for the flowers I got you today right?” he chuckled softly, which surprisingly made your heart bounce a little.

“Nah. I got you chinese takeout by the way, hope you like it.” you asked sheepishly.

“You kidding? I would eat anything now, I’m about to faint from stress and hunger.” Hendery helps you to grab a chair and a small desk to set up the food in front of the both of you.

“Thanks, Y/N. This means a lot. I thought I wouldn’t see the end of today.” he digs into the noodles and slurped the tangy soup.

“Well, we’re joined at the hip for these five days, of course I wouldn’t let you lose so easily, not to hunger at least.” you jokingly teased him.

“You’re funny, you know. It’s that humor I actually like.” he puts his chopsticks down to look at you.

“I’m about to finish this soon, let’s go home together if you want? It’s pretty late too.” Hendery was right, it was already nearing midnight by the time the both of you reach the subway near your neighbourhood. You sat behind him as he filed the remaining documents while you folded tiny paper cranes with the scrap paper he gave you so he wouldn’t dispose them without thinking of recycling them and so you wouldn’t be so bored.

The walk home was rather awkward at first, a gap big enough for elephants to be in between the both of you. Both of you talked about your differences and discovered similarities that the both of you didn’t originally know like how the both of you were terrible drinkers, the kind to get red and fall asleep on the streets after a shot of alcohol and how the both of you preferred fudgy brownies than the dry crusty ones. You learnt that he was the only son in his family and he loved his sisters to bits and how he came to like the colour pink because it wasn’t a matter of whether it was feminine but because it was actually more appealing to his eye than colours like navy green or violet and before the both of you know it, the both of you were at the familiar intersection, where you head left and he head right back home.

“See you tomorrow, Hendery. You better hold that lift door for me tomorrow or I’m dragging you up the stairs with me.” you waved as you slowly made your way home.

“Y/N, I haven’t said it today but, good night and good morning,” there was some hesitation before the last word came out of his mouth,

“baby.”

It was late and your mind is hazy and dysfunctional but that woke you up and it only and already felt natural for you to say the same thing,

“good night and good morning, dear.”

There was never a single morning you’d be early and you blame no one but yourself for smashing that snooze button every time your alarm rang. You were ready to take that stairs to hell because the queue for the lifts were always so damn long but to your surprise, a lift that was fairly packed but certainly enough space for you to squeeze in was about to shut its doors and you weren’t going to risk this even if it meant putting your foot in between the doors to avoid climbing the stairs. Like a miracle, the door opens for you once more and you see Hendery inside trying to control his laughter as he watched you pant in fatigue.

“Good morning, baby. I knew you were going to be late and I didn’t want to take the stairs so I made sure to hold the doors for you.”

“My dear, you sure know me well.” you waved him a quick goodbye and sprinted to your office as soon as you could.

There were visible looks of surprise when the boys saw you and Hendery having lunch, peacefully for once without wanting to get at each other. And they were starting to feel positive at the looks of this as if humanity and peace had been restored on this earth.

Ten, Hendery and you walked home, the three of you engaging in a proper conversation and not one ignoring the other. And when you said goodbye to both Ten and Hendery, you could hear Ten’s disbelief.

“Bro?! She said bye to you bro?” Ten exclaimed.

“Bro…” Hendery shrugs his shoulders, pretending to be surprised but he felt like he was in heaven at that moment.

The last day came and that meant that the challenge was about to end after the lunch break. You felt a tad bit sad, unsure if Hendery was going to go back to being mean to you after this. You really warmed up to him and understood him so much better and even if it doesn’t end up in a relationship, you wanted to keep this newfound friendship.

“Okay, it’s time for the final rule. Five words you want to tell each other.” Yangyang gave both of you a post it and a pen each.

Hendery looks at you expectantly, biting his lips nervously as he thought hard about what to write in five words. Was five words really enough to tell you that he actually thought you were cool and wanted to get to know you better and take you out on a date or something. Or were you going to friendzone him and he might finally have a taste of his own medicine.

“Alright, please read your message.” Sicheng announced.

“Five days is not enough.” you read yours aloud, afraid it was too brief and if Hendery was too dense to know what it meant.

“Let’s talk over a dinner.” Hendery looks up at you shyly, hoping he wasn’t too direct to ask you out to know you better than he did.

“Ugh, this wasn’t exactly what we wanted but I’m glad the both of you aren’t going for each others’ throats anymore. “ Ten crossed his arms as he walked back to his office.

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mother-snake · 4 years

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promised story 1-

(this one is an origional and first chapter to a book im going over at the minuet, any constructive critisism would be nice and anything you liked about or didnt like would be good for me so i can perhapse change certain things in future!) -if you guys like it enough i might post the other chapters as i work along them. and if youd like, i can tagg you in!-

UNLOCKED: kurbose words: 3641 warnings: small fight thing happens at begining.

chapter 2- n/a

chapter 1 -I will eat this sandwich; fate just has other plans.

At least crows don’t judge people for doing the bizarre things they do, I suppose. For example; the fact that I was sitting down on top of the rather worn-down churches roof that lay in the dead centre of the village, slowly turning into a town. Very slowly... I’d blame me getting up here on my habit of using my, not so useful, skill of getting into trouble; but in all honesty that excuse’ became unreliable since the tenth time I’d deliberately made my way up here. Not that I minded much.

Ten or so crows were lined on either side of me cawing loudly at one another trying to get closer, hoping that they could snag some of the sandwich I was eating. It had been wrapped up and stayed in my pocket since the morning. I had always left then in the early hours and barely came back until nightfall. the murder was slowly becoming more and more agitated as they looked at the sandwich with a keen eye.

lunch I had to skip due to them… I don’t mean the birds of course. not the birds. Never. Ever. blame the birds.

the night air was always calming. The stars seemed to look down upon me with a curious gaze, as if asking why I was still in the melancholy village. Living in such a boring place for years. sometimes it felt like hundreds of eyes were on me. that’s why I always sat on top of the roof. And when I did, I couldn’t help but feel a form of freedom I couldn’t get anywhere else. Mayhaps that was because I wasn’t supposed to be up there in the first place. Alas. We shall never know.

sure, some people would enjoy the normal life. Not worrying about what would be around the corner. But I I’m not like that, when it’s all you know. You’d wish for something to change.

I surveyed the area in my line of vision. It was slowly becoming dark enough that everything was blending together. But I could still see the outlines of everything. the sound of the canal that split the village up in sections was only a couple streets away.

I could recognise some of the people lined up by their houses getting the final things ready. And those who were wondering the streets were making their ways home. it was fairly easy to remember everyone in the town. No one really moved here, and if they did, they would mostly stay till they were old and grey.

One of the many people I could see from where I was is Miss hazel. I could see her picking some of the herbs and flowers for her medicines and potions. She was our physician much to many traveller’s surprise.

Then there was Mr. jackal who was sitting on his doorstep. A small wooden pipe in hand, a faint smoke ring coming from the pipe. Sometimes I felt that I’d never seen him going anywhere without it.

The brother and sister, Lawrence and Catherine were running after one another, up and down the street below. They were five and seven. Catherine being the eldest. She was very much a saint in many eyes. Learning how to climb into small places for things we had lost.

Her brother Lawrence had been practicing magic as far as anyone knew. He was getting better as the year continued to pass. He had started in early spring and not seemed to have stopped since. He had a wizard’s soul, that’s for sure. Only one in thousands seemed to appear.

Mrs. Evelyn was looking around the streets from one of her windows waving down to everyone, looking up and spotting me, I gave a quick wave back. I couldn’t hear her but I could tell she was laughing as a crow hopped up onto my lap and stole a slither of meat from my sandwich.

Sometimes it was nice to see a familiar face, but when you know practically everyone who walks the street daily. It can get rather boring, their conversations tended to repeat with nothing interesting happening most of the time.

I was cut from my thoughts by an annoyingly familiar clink of something hitting the roof grabbed my attention. I quickly wrapped my sandwich back in its paper bag and placed it into my cardigans pocket. I turned my attention to the gutter, a small sharp stone that hadn’t been there before laid on top of some moss.

The murder realising what was going to happen fluttered away in a frenzy, cawing in disarray. Not wanting to be caught in the stupidity that laid below me in the church garden.

Preparing myself as best as I could, I looked around and caught sight of the gargoyle sitting perched slightly off from where I was positioned. If I miss this, well… I either die or break my legs.

The gargoyle itself had a monstrous face, baring fanged teeth and its wings spread out, poised to strike. another rock landed near my position. deciding to take the risk, I pushed myself slightly in the direction of the beast. landing with a small thud behind it, I let out a breath. Two more stones were thrown in my direction, the sound of them rolling onto the gutter caused me to flinch.

They were too close. One thing I could say is that the people below were getting better at their aim and way of throwing.

There was a slight warmth coming from the gargoyle, they were in hibernation. They would remove the stone shell around them late into the spring most likely. But they were still aware of what was happing around them. “sorry Mr gargoyle, I hope you can forgive me for using you as a shield…again,” I muttered as I sat behind it. it was hard to keep myself completely hidden. My height being the main reason. Why on this planet did I have to be one of the tallest people. Why? What reason was there for someone to be over six feet? What reason was there?

A couple more stones landed on the roof. I grumbled to myself and peaked over the wing, trying my best to be as careful as possible.

A rock soared over my head causing me to duck slightly. A small part of me was proud. That was the closest they’d gotten in a long time. After all this had been a weekly routine for a while now. A bit inconvenient when trying to eat. But at least it kept my somewhat self-preservation skills usable.

A small cackle came from down below. I rolled my eyes. If only they were as smart as their egos. Their rich snobbish attitudes had been like this for years.

“is poor goliath too scared to come down?” Jonathan yelled; the noise being muffled by the distance. “sorry! It’s not my fault I’m allergic to social interaction” I hollered back; I peeked back over the wing, slightly thankful for the small heat it gave off the cold winter air biting my exposed skin. Wearing knee length shorts in winter is not advised for a reason. That’s the joy of being a dysfunctional mess such as myself.

Anyways, as I peeked over the first thing, I could see was his obnoxiously blonde hair, it was almost three shades close to white. I would have easily called it fake if it wasn’t for the fact that I hadn’t grown up with him. the blonde hair was held in a ponytail today.

My eyes also caught sight of the two figures standing either side of Jonathan. Both recognisable by the way they looked. the ginger on his left was always known for her seemingly endless collection of silk blue dresses. Each one would have cost my family a year’s worth of food.

Then the boy on his right was a lavante, he had been one of the few to move here. His species are known for the fact their basically living lava, skin ossified by the oxygen. His eyes were pools of red lava. His hair was like living fire. the older they got, the bluer their hair became.

He looked a bit conflicted to what they were doing. He always did. We were mutual friends. He gave a weak smile and waved. To be honest I forgot his name years ago… too late to ask now.

“you’ll come down eventually!” blue dress screeched as she readied to throw a stone in her hand.

“you underestimate my pettiness, I've got food in my pocket, I could stay up here longer that you could down there!" I yelled back; my pettiness was something barely anyone was able to match.

Seeing her pull her arm back to throw, I ducked myself behind the wing one more time. soon one after another, a barrage of rocks was being thrown my way. one sailed over my head; I could feel the air move as it ruffled my hair. It rolled down and landed by my foot. I picked it up and threw it back as possible.

I looked down to my other pocket. reaching in I pulled out a bronze pocket watch. The lid had long since came off, according to my dad it was the day he met my mother. I chuckled to myself as I remembered the story.

“what on earth do you think you’re doing?!” I sighed in relief as the voice of the father reached my ears; even if the malice in his voice sent small shivers down my spine.

Is wrath being something to fear. They could try anything they wanted. But as soon as the father got involved then they were very much screwed over.

I tuned out the shouting down below me, sitting in a better way that made my lanky legs sigh in relief. I looked into the gargoyles eyes and mouthed a quick thank you.

As the noise went silent, I looked over the wing to see them walking away out the garden and back to whence they came, a wave of ease flooded over me. At least I would be home in time. Hopefully.

I stood up, stretching and listening my bones crack as I did so. Clapping my hands together I turned around and climbed back onto the top of the roof struggling to get a grip as I did so. I shakily stood up, trying to balance myself in hopes I didn’t fall over.

I walked over to the edge of the building, I crouched down and grabbed the rope I had long ago tied to the building. holding on as tight as possible, knuckles going white in the process, I swung my body over the edge. The rope swayed from the motion. I wrapped my legs around the rope, hoping and praying I didn’t mess this up. taking a deep breath, I let slightly let loose of the rope. Gravity swiftly dragging me down, the rope slightly burning my skin in the process.

I quickly held onto the rope tighter as the ground came too close for comfort. it was that moment father Francis turned the corner. I gave a nervous chuckle as my body hung in the air. “what are you doing,” he groaned. “you know, just hanging around,” I responded, getting a smack on the back of the head causing me to spin slightly in the air.

Planting my feet firmly on the ground, I stood up and rubbed my hands on my shirt, getting rid of the small amounts of dust and mud that clung to them.

He began to walk away, waving for me to follow. I jogged to keep up as best as possible. He didn’t say much anymore. But he was one of the best people in my mind. before he had joined the church, he had been working in the north. He had been one of my inspirations growing up. the stories he told about dragons and monsters he had seen had filled m wonder and desire to see what was beyond here.

People would joke around that the reason he had grey hairs was because of me. I didn’t blame them really. “sorry about that father Francis… again…” I sighed as I averted my gaze. he let out a small chuckle and patted my back, “only a gentle giant like you could hie instead of bashing them in,” he gestured for me to begin moving, “only you goliath.” “why won’t you let that die?” I muttered. he let out another laugh. “I’ll walk you back to your home, make sure you dad knows that they were back again,” there were very few things that could make me shiver, but having my family know about this was one of them. “or, you don’t tell them?” he only gave a deadpanned look in response. I wasn’t getting out of it.

It withing a minuet we were out the garden and onto the streets. The greys and browns of the buildings seemingly blending together in the darkness. we walked in silence turning when needed. The sound of the canal getting closer. brass lamps were lined neatly on each side of the streets. Fireflies the size of a grown adult’s hand laid inside, buzzing away to one another. the people in their homes slowly turning of their lights in hopes of falling asleep. I’d never understood why it was always this time of night that they locked everything up. weather it was a habit or just a bizarre timing factor.

I reached up to my hair and pulled down the bobble keeping my hair up in a simple ponytail. My brown locks dropped down to my sides. I ran my hands through my hair grumbling. I stumbled for second after tripping on a rock. Barely stopping myself from tumbling over.

The darker and closer we got to my home; the more noises filled the air. Small neon bugs lit up houses and other buildings. Small mice with glowing whiskers would scuttle past us as quickly as possible. The vibrant colours would almost leave a blur in their trail, making them easy to spot in the dark.

Small groups of night birds flocked around piles of litter left by merchants that had been wandering the streets. Nibbling or defending pieces of food, or guarding small shiny things they found on the ground. Like children defending their own things.

So much happened in the night, so much happened and I only get to see a portion of the neon lights, I wished I could have seen more sometimes.

Soon we were out of the main village turning town and making our way down a mud and stone covered path towards the farm.

Soon enough, but not long enough to gather my thoughts and mentally prepare myself. we arrived at a metal gate surrounding what looked like a nearly collapsing house. I stepped forwards and opened the rusty gate, the hinges creaking with the movement. I had been needing to oil them for a while and had been putting it off for around two weeks now.

The house looked barely liveable. The roof looked both old and new in patches. the chimney looked cracked and ready to fall on the house. the porches roof looked close to caving in as well.

But sill it was home. I took a deep breath and made my way forward towards the door. Hoping with every fibre of my being they were all asleep by now for the sake of my sanity.

As I got closer, the porch light flickered before turning on completely and giving off a small hum. A small dread filling up. the light could only be turned on from the inside after all.

I quickly checked the time on the pocket watch. Oh… I was late. Not too late, but just enough that I was going to get chewed out at most.

The door swung open. A figure walked out and stood in the doorframe with an icy glare directed at me. “where have you been?” yeah, I wasn’t going to survive. the figure let out a sigh, “come in, you will have some explaining to do whilst Eric gets you both some tea.” “sorry for being late…again miles,” I chuckled as I rubbed the back of my neck.

He steppe bac and walked into the house. I let father Francis go in front of me as we made our way inside. I would have taken my shoes of if I had worn them today. I gave a small weak smile to Francis. If it were my dad that we had been greeted with he would have to only stay for five minutes. The twins on the other hand were another story… they had been like this for as long as I could remember. They had always been protective of me. I was sixteen. Yes, it was strange but the reason behind why they were so overprotective is a story for another time.

The entrance was small. Barely able to fit the three of us. Miles made his way up to the first couple steps on the staircase to give more room. I looked to the right; the lights were off witch was probably to save energy. I made my way into the left room. The fireplace warmed up the room, relaxing my body compared to the cold nipping air that was outside.

There was a figure identical to miles, the only difference being their hair partings. They had both their own unique skills, that was one other way to tell their differences.

The cardigan that I was wearing was knitted by Eric. It was at that moment I remembered what was in its pocket. I quickly reached down and pulled out a slightly squashed paper wrapped sandwich and sighed, putting it on the kitchen table that was one wrong move away from losing a leg.

The door at the back of the room shuttered. Looks like it was going to be a long night. the room was slightly crammed, but I didn’t mind that much.

Pulling out a chair and sitting down, I looked over to where the twins were arguing silently. miles had his parting on the left, the smaller part was cut off, it was the same for Eric except with his parting on the right. their hair was an inky black. they glanced over in my direction as I took a bite out of my crushed sandwich.

Red and green heterochromia. One eye green, the other a blood red.

“so, what are you two thinking about?” I said before taking another bite. “why we put up with your antics every day,” miles deadpanned at me. “you love me. That’s why,” I grinned as they sighed. “you’re ten minutes late Charlie, where have you been,” a voice forms the entrance. I looked up to see a scruffy looking man and grinned, “hey pops. And I think the pocket watch may be on the fritz again if that’s the case. It says I should be on time.” “either way, may I ask why the father is currently in our home? Again.”

“Jonathan and the other two again, I simply came to make sure she got home safely instead of running off.”

They began to talk, leaving me to my own devices. The sandwich that had only one or two more bites worth lay on the table. A half-drunk cup of tea next to it.

Standing up and cracking by back, I made my way past the gossips and made my way to the living room. The light now on as dumbass one and two sat on the floor with cards.

Falling on the sofa backwards, the two who were absorbed in their game gave a little squeak and flung back. I let out a chuckle and stared at them with a curious look as the grumbled curses and words that would put sailors to shame.

“so, what has caused you to grace us with your company?” “if you were in the room with those two gossips, you would leave after a while too.”

Eric laughed and reached his hand over to the small wooden table in the middle of the room. “shift over goliath,” Eric muttered pushing me up. I swung my legs from the arm of the sofa and crossed my legs as I felt a pair of hands running down my hair before getting caught in a knot.

“I swear your hair is worse than ours on a good day,” he groaned before he began to brush my hair. “you do know I could do this on my own, right?” I said. “yeah, but it’s not like I’ve got much else to do in the first place.”

It was another fifteen minutes before I heard the noise in the kitchen slowly rise into the room. the three of us looked between one another with concern. They hadn’t fought before as far as we knew.

“she can’t know!” the voice I could clearly tell was my dad yelled. “she needs to know sooner or later, the sooner the better.”

I stood up from the sofa and slipped into the hall and peaked my head into the room. I could see my father’s face, eyebrows knitted together and eyes glaring at the father. His knuckled white from gripping the cup.

“look, I get why you don’t want to. But all your doing is speeding up the inevitable.” “I know… I’ll tell her soon. I promise.”

I walked into the room and locked gaze with my dad, “or you could tell me now instead of hiding it.”

“how much did you hear,” his face paled. “enough.”

#three book project #my side of the bet pt 1 #ill try and get a fanfiction written for wednesday #otherwise it will most likely be chapter 2 #origional stroy #unlocked kurbose #charlie scarlet #miles scarlet #father francis #eric scarlet #origional charachters!#not the book im planning now #i hope you enjoy!

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Fic Rec List #2 10/28/18

If any of the links don’t work, please let me know!. Just wanted to say thank you to all the authors on this list. You and all the effort you put into your fics are very much appreciated 💖

Kiss of Life by @sincerelymlg

Summary: Bucky and the reader go on a mission that quickly takes a turn for the worst.

Flustered by @notimetoblog

Summary: It’s easy to see when Bucky is flustered. His mannerisms are beyond adorable but they might be hiding something more. --- I’m such a hoe for soft!bucky. I loved this fic, its so sweet and endearing.

Quick Stories by @notimetoblog

Summary: Waking up early with Bucky is not always so bad. Bucky x reader.

Marry Me by @buckymorelikefuckmebarnes

Summary: Wedding day. (thats a shitty summary im so sorry) --- You thought this fics was shit but HA you are so wrong because it broke me :) Bucky x Reader

Death Do Us Part by @sgtjbuccky

Summary: For centuries, the God of Death had known two things about mortals. One, they were his job, his to collect when their days came to an end, and two, they were obnoxiously odd beings. Their purpose ceased to make sense to him. Never did he understand thy they created a life for themselves, why they loved, why they love other morals when they knew none of it would last forever. It was nothing but sheer stupidity, but that was until he met you. A mortal unlike any other. A mortal that would make him question everything. A mortal that would teach the God of Death how to live. God of Death!Bucky x Mortal!Reader. Ongoing series --- Wow. Where do I even begin? I absolutely love this series, its so different from others that I’ve read. I loved every chapter.

A Supernatural Marvel by @angelkurenai

Summary: Imagine being transported in the Supernatural universe, with no memory of your life, where you become a hunter and fall in love with Dean. Only for a very important person from your past to come looking for you and change it all. Dean Winchester x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Reader. Ongoing series. --- This is one of my current favorite series!! You really know how to keep us on our toes, I love it!!

Take Me Higher by @buckychrist

Summary: Who knew that the way into the big broody super soldier’s heart was through his unmet need for a good cuddle? Bucky x Reader. --- If a fic has a cuddly bucky, sign me the fuck up. I loved this, its so sweet.

Educating Bucky by @buckfics

Virgin 1930′s Bucky x Reader. Smut. --- Holy fuck. This has got to be my absolute favorite smut I’ve literally ever read. I get so happy when it pops up on my dash again. There isn't a damn thing I dont love about this fic. Its so sweet and believable and I just cant stop myself from reading it.

Sincerely, Me by @buckitybarnes

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a quiet fellow when it comes to socializing with you. After one mishap, however, he finds a way to communicate his feelings without speaking so much. You’ve soon come to learn not every relationship has to be verbal to be important. Bucky x Reader. Completed series.

A Week in Boston by @blacktithe7

Summary: It was your first vacation in years. Just one week all by yourself in the big city of Boston. No rules. No expectations. Just a list of places to go and things you wanted to see. That all changed the you run into a certain blue-eyed Boston boy who turned your world upside down. Is it really possible to fall in love with someone in just one week? Or is that kind of love just a fairytale? Chris Evens x Reader. Ongoing series.

Stubborn Love by @barnesrogersvstheworld

Prompt: You cant live your life based on “what-ifs”. Steve Roders x Reader. --- This was so intense, I loved every word.

Date Night by @jaamesbbarnes

Summary: Heavily pregnant but very tired, you still insist to go out for your usual date night with your boyfriend. Chris Beck x Reader. --- This is one of the sweetest fics I ever read. I’ve never heard of “stardust” being used as a pet name and I swear my heart exploded when I read it.

Body Guard by @oliverwxod

Summary: Tony Stark is a very rich man and with that came a lot of enemies. After a tragic event Tony decides himself and the people most important to him, especially his daughter, are in danger. He hires personal body guards. Bucky Barnes is assigned to Y/n Stark, the most troublesome, reckless Stark that there is. Bucky x Reader. Body guard!AU. Ongoing series.--- Absolutely loved this series! So many twists and turns!

40 Days by @abaddonwithyall

Summary: Dean and you are already in an established relationship when he tempts you to give up orgasms for Lent. The only catch? Anyone and Everyone is open to trying to get you off. Let the games begin. Dean x Reader. Eventual Sam x reader, Castiel x reader, Gabriel x reader, Crowley x reader, Charlie x reader, Bela x reader, John x reader, Gadreel x reader, Lucifer x reader, Rowena x reader, Benny x reader, Jo x reader etc. Smut. Uncompleted series. (its from 2016, only the last two parts are missing but its all good) --- This is pure filth and its amazing.

Starved by @theonewiththefanfics

Summary: The Reader is a touchy-feely kind of a person and when she joins the Avengers nothing changes. Apart from the fact that Bucky Barnes is so touch starved, he craves for the soft feel of her skin against his and is over the moon when she treats him the same way she treats everybody else. Yet now day she simply stops, and he doesn't know why. Bucky x reader. Smut

You Aren't My Father by @winchesters-favorite-girl

Summary: When Sam shuts the gates of hell, Dean promised that he would take care of Sam’s little girl. However, things didn't go the way anybody suspected. After Dean settles into his apple pie life, he drifts away from his niece, who decided to take her future into her own hands. Uncle!Dean x Niece!Reader. Angst. Completed series. --- Holy crap. This is one of the best fics I've read, I read this series a long, long time ago and I’m still thinking about it.

My Turn by @sis-tafics

Summary: You and Dean are blowing off some steam. Dean x reader. Smut.

Afraid of the Flame by @thosekidswhohuntmonsters

Summary: Bucky learns from a surprising friend that you shouldn't live a life of things unsaid. Bucky x reader.

It’s My Favorite Movie by @notnaturalanahi

Summary: Classice movie challenge. Movie prompt: “Are you not entertained?” Gladiator - 2000. Sam Winchester x reader. Smut

The Pumpkin Carver by @softlybarnes

Summary: Bucky and Y/N prepare for Halloween, when Bucky realizes something. Bucky x reader. --- I love The Florist and The Beekeeper so much, I was so happy to see you wrote another part. I loved it.

Watching by @mrsjohnsmith

Summary: Dean likes to watch. Sam x reader x Voyeur!Dean. Smut

Stepping Sideways by @siren-kitten-his

Summary: She steps sideways between worlds just watching those that live there...until Jefferson catches her eye. Jefferson (OUAT) x Fae!OC Mae. Smut. --- This is the first ever Jefferson fic I’ve read and i loved it!!

Ride by @wayward-and-worn

Summary: Sam and Y/N are in an established relationship. The milestones that had to cross to get this far go without saying. She's never been on top. Sam Winchester x Plus!Reader. Smut

All that Glitters by @moonbeambucky

Summary: Natasha found a sneaky way to get you to reveal your secret relationship. Bucky x reader. Smut. --- I LOVED this, its so clever and hilarious.

The Unimaginable by @moonbeambucky

Summary: As Bucky’s wife and mother of his child, you always worried for him when he was on a mission. This last mission will change your life forever. Bucky x reader. Angst. --- When i read the summary, I thought I had an idea about what was going to happen but it was so much worse. There were so many tears.

My Love, by @emilyevanston

Summary: Steve writes you a letter every time he goes on a mission. They usually arrive after he gets back. Steve x reader.

The Fiancé by @mycapt-ohcapt

Summary: Life takes an unexpected twist when you and Steve Rogers have to pretend to be engaged to cover up your little white lie. Steve x reader. Fake dating!AU. Completed mini series.

I Can’t Swim by @revengingbarnes

Summary: The reader pretends to drown to grab the attention of the hot lifeguard who looks after the beach. Lies don’t last long though, and eventually it backfires. Lifeguard!Bucky x reader. --- I LOVED this, its so cute and sweet. I had this goofy ass smile on my face the whole time I read it.

Sound by @bucky-barfs

Summary: You and Steve have been pining after each other for a while. Both to afraid to make a more, that is until you're stuck in a limo in heavy traffic. Steve x reader. Smut.

Crowded Places by @papi-chulo-bucky

Summary: You have a hard time warming up to Bucky, who constantly rejects you. But one day after his Winter Soldier mode is triggered, it seems there’s more to his brooding and stand off demeanor than he let’s on. Bucky x Reader/Winter Soldier x reader. --- I loved this!!! I’ve never read one like this and it turned out so sweet and weirdly endearing.

Memories and Music by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Summary: When you follow the sound of beautiful music, you find Bucky Barnes in front of the piano, and wonder if your heart might break just a little. Bucky x reader.

Three Shades of a Man by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Summary: It was different every time, what Bucky needed from you to survive himself. It was in these moments you saw the shades behind the mask he work in front of the world. Bucky x reader. Smut. Completed mini series. --- The first chapter was so intense and such a difference compared to chapel three, which I absolutely loved. It was so sweet and relieving to see their relationship like that after reading the first two chapters. I loved it.

Trepidation by @cumonbucky

Summary: Everything your world was right until Bucky’s ex girlfriend came along. Bucky x reader. Completed mini series. --- This was so good, I just had to add it to the list so we can all share a mutual annoyance at how stupid Bucky was in this fic. Like is he really that clueless or is he just that stupid??? Homegirl should of had a smack down with Dot but either way I absolutely loved this fic!

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tumblunni · 5 years

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okay to talk about EXACTLY HOW i would handle giving charon a big good boss fight and also sympathetic backstory and redemption and all that jazz

there are approximately ten million words beneath the cut, and also ten million raspberries in my shampoo, and these charon thoughts are just as sweet as that

alright so ALREADY i kinda did feel like he was sort of a friendly enemy when i first played the game?? like his Thing of being the constantly never fightable dude actually was kind of sympathetic in a way. it always just felt like he was Chilling Out and not giving much of a shit about being evil and also had nothing personal against you the player. he doesnt follow any of cyrus’s big philosophy and he’s clearly only here for the money and really phoning it in, and that kinda makes him not your enemy at all, even though he’s on the team youre fighting. Like I always found it a good establishing moment that in the Valley Windworks when they first introduce “hey this time there’s two galactic teammates here” and all, CHARON IS STANDING DIRECTLY IN EYELINE OF YOU RUINING EVERYONE’S PLANS. he’s just standing there! and of course he’ll never do anything to warn mars about you, the game just isnt programmed that way. but it fits really well with his character if you think of it as an intentional thing? just imagine this random gramps sitting there drinking tea while all his teammates actually Care About Things and Use Effort. He’s always criticizing team galactic’s plan too and like WHY IS HE DOING THAT TO YOU if not because Nintendo Wants Him To Be My Best Friend ok. Like he doesn’t fuckin trust anyone on his team so why would he spill the beans about his big secret plans he has to make money off of this villain plan and then bail before they actually do all the dumb shit with legendaries and such. Yes ok its PROBABLY just because its a videogame and they need to exposit stuff to the player that the character is probably just thinking and not saying out loud. But wouldnt it be so much better this way!!!! Also even when you finally face off against him personally in the postgame for his actual dumb money plan he’s still like ‘lol fourth wall breaking time im gonna not have a boss battle cos if you beat cyrus’s ass i aint got no chance’. Dammit nintend i still wanted to fight him but thats endearing so i cant stay mad at u! And he has several lines during it with stuff like “i like seeing children trying so hard BUT YOURE TOO LATE” and “youth like you can live in idealism but for me its all about the money”. Like man u remember that time i had a big angry rant about how his manga version was super OOC cos they didnt just choose to make him eviler but made him murder a child? like the only time anything involving children is mentioned in canon its him being mildly more polite to children!!! MILDLY FRIENDLY! LET ME HAVE THIS...

okay so YEAH the first big change would be just giving him more screentime and more fleshed out character in these early scenes. Make him a full on friendly character who is technically on the opposite side but has no beef with you and no loyalty to the greater plan of his team. So he’s just comically like “oh hi again! yeah lol today’s plan sucks huh?” and makes idle conversation while the main character villain admin of the day is actually doing important plot stuff. like have him along for everyone’s scenes not just mars at the start, dissappear for hours until the very end. And yes definately keep the thing of the game constantly lampshading that he’s a new character for the third version of the game, and everyone in the team thinks he’s useless and forgets he’s even there. it was annoying in the original game cos he actually didnt get any love from the writers themselves, but yknow you could give him an expanded role and rewrite that stuff to be more like “oh poor guy he’s the underdog”, yknow? am i the only one who felt inherantly sorry for him?? i mean he’s a tiny grandpa!!! and he looks so sad on his official art!! Oh oh and also add the additional running jokes and expanded characterization he had in his very brief anime appearance, which was honestly the only well written part of the entire team galactic arc. It fleshed out a bit of his relationship with jupiter who never really appeared alongside him in the game except to say “im not teaming up with you” at the end. Having the context that she finds him annoying cos she’s very serious and also very dedicated to cyrus so she hates this opportunistic bastard pretending to be dedicated when its an obvious lie. And also she thinks his laugh is obnoxious XD Oh also I liked how they expanded upon that one scene of Saturn being sarcastic at gramps and made it into an actual thing that him and charon most often work together and have a mutually sassy dynamic. I found it humanizing that anime saturn is very serious but can comically overreact to very minor teasing from this grandpa! I thought that was better than the games where he’s just serious or the manga where he was 100% changed to be 100% silly and kinda stole charon’s personality for reasons i will never understand.

ANYWAY! IN SUMMARY! show scenes of charon being endearing by being not really interested in the big evilness, being underdog-y by always failing at his smaller evilnesses and getting disrespected, and also maybe drop in some more interpersonal relationships between the admins to hint that charon does indeed have some friendship going on even if he’s a tsundere bitch who’d never admit it. Also maybe the other thing from the anime where they made him a cool computer guy? cos srsly it was lazy that the games just said “he’s the science” and never clarified wtf he actually does at his job. cos cyrus is already a science boss??? he kinda already did most of the big sciencey plans?? why does he need this man if its not for mechanical or legendary pokemon stuff OK HEY MAYBE COMPUTERS! also its funny to imagine him being a memey blogger but sun and moon actually made faba canonically that so i dont think you could improve on him. TAKE NOTES FROM BEAN MAN, NINTENDO

Also maybe you could hint at the rotom backstory before it actually happens? like could just show some mild implications that he is sad, cos the ‘friendly enemy’ thing would already be decent foreshadowing for him potentially having a soft spot. “Wah i am an emotionless evil money man” says local villain, while gossipping with Dawn about his coworkers and sharing lemon squares. But like I mean i don’t really want him to be LITERALLY that, i still like him being grumpy and guarded about his secret good heart. I’m just saying “friendly” as in.. sort of a disconnect between what he says his personality is and how he actually acts. The stuff he actually says is very grumpy but like.. hey he’s saying stuff to you when he doesnt need to, and nobody else on this team is casually talking to you as if youre not an enemy. Like he’s SUBCONCIOUSLY friendly and doesnt realise it? He’d never SAY “i am lonely hello please talk to me” but he’d sure as hell walk over to you and talk to you anyway. About grumpy things! Grumpily! And maybe express occasional compliments in a sort of “haha im surrounded by idiots you’re way more down to earth than all these adults who act more like children”. Cos in that fourth wall breaking moment he has, he respects that you’re a badass and decides thats why he’s not gonna have a boss fight. “You’d just kick my ass, so lol fight these grunts instead while i run away and do my evil plan” That is the kind of sympathetic charon i want!! He’s doing a douchey thing by breaking the script of how boss battles work and making everyone else fight you instead even though he knows that they’ll lose. But he’s also likeable because breaking the script of boss battles is unexpected and comedic! And he’s also accidentally being complimentary to you so its like SIMULTANEOUS JERK AND NICE AT THE SAME TIME. Thats the good stuff!! That quality grumplegramp content!!! if he got redeemed and just 100% changed his personality to lose all the sass and sneakyness then that’d be boring yo...

OKAY WHERE WAS I? Okay hey once you’ve established that, maybe now you have a basis for the sad foreshadowing!! Like you could have one scene where he’s suddenly NOT friendly, he’s not just grumpy in the funny sort of way but actually seems cold and stoic and actually does something useful to the team’s mission or whatever. Sort of a ‘whoa what’s wrong with him today’ thing and it could be subtle cos on the first playthrough you’d just think he was being a jerk cos he’s a jerk and all. but maybe it happens on a scene of team galactic doing some evil plan in eterna forest/other place that’d potentially relate to the rotom sidequest. like he’s just really fuckin depressed to be reminded of his one big failure in life. OH maybe it could actually be at the unnamed junkyard thats mentioned in his backstory but doesnt actually feature as an area in the original game? It could make sense that it’d be part of their plan cos team galactic attacks various energy sources and other technology related places to find the stuff they need to make the big world erasure machine. could just be simply them robbing some old generator parts after their attempt to take the whole power plant failed.

Oh and also maybe add a lil something to his last scene at the galactic lab? Cos like.. what we already have in the game has potential to be a moment where he did a good thing but no its not. Like when you look at it, hey he kinda helped you out here by being all “hey lol saturn the kid is here, bye im not stopping u, feel free to take the lake trio”. Even if saturn is the one who actually SAID feel free to take the lake trio and actually had a good hint at redemptiveness moment and all. Please never take that away, that was good, you just coulda had both of them do it, yknow? And we dont wanna make charon go full good guy all of a sudden when he hasnt even finished his characetr arc, so instead make it more of a moment where its like “im a bad guy but this is going too far”. Like maybe ACTUALLY HAVE A PAYOFF for the foreshadowing that he has no loyalty to cyrus and is blatantly plotting to betray him at some point. He never actually did!! He only tries to capitalize on cyrus already being defeated in an entirely optional sidequest that fails at delivering a proper payoff.

So hey! My idea! Add some complexity here by making it clear that charon is evil in a more petty and mundane way and not in a.. like.. actually dangerous way. Once things start getting actually dangerous he starts chickening out! Like he’s a jerk who does mean things to get money but he’s just MEAN and not friggin murderous or worldending. Give him a moment of “oh shit cyrus was actually serious oh god how do i get off of this train”. Like it seemed that he never really believed that team galactic would ever truly create a new world, and he certainly didnt give a shit about it, he just thought he found an easy opportunity for a paycheck in some dumbass’s deluded plan that’d never really work. But OOPS i guess it actually is happening, oh fuck! Give him a bit of a crisis where he realizes what he actually helped this man do, but not like a full on “everything ive ever done is bad and i dont wanna be evil anymore”. Not YET! Just friggin.. “oh fuck i cant spend money if the universe doesnt exist and also i am dead”. “PLEASE HELP ME CHILD, CYRUS IS GONNA TAKE AWAY THE MONEY!!” xD It’d be fitting for his character and a good light moment of comic relief after the emotional and dark stuff happening around this section of the game. Like he already kinda does that by having that scene of saturn snarking at him, but it could be even more funny! Move the first him and saturn bickering scene to earlier on and have this be like a satisfying scene of saturn actually winning? cos in the anime it was always charon being smug and making fun of him while saturn gets all grumpy about it, now it could be the reverse with smug charon having a breakdown and realising his whole money plan is in shambles and its his own fault.

Also maybe it could have additional payoff with Charon actually helping you take down cyrus? Again, not actually because he’s switched sides but because he's still evil but evil for different reasons than cyrus. That good ‘reluctant teamup with minor goofy villain to take down big actually scary villain’ thing. With the added bonus that the minor goofy villain is objectively a worse person than the scary villain and the scary villain is still redeemable, as opposed to in the manga where they used this same trope in the form of “cyrus is good now and we’re making charon the big scary villain to prove how good cyrus is cos charon is worse”. That was dumb. It was especially dumb cos WHY ON EARTH would you pick charon for this??? like they still had moments of him being comedic and wimpy yet at the same time wanted us to believe he was legitimately threatening? ANYWAY my idea for this is that charon’s computer skills could pay off and it could be something like “oh i always put a failsafe kill switch in my computer just in case i need to grab the money and run”. Like him being a paranoid untrusting selfish asshole was actually the reason he was able to save the day! Also it would explain why cyrus’s machine only fails and summons giratina in platinum version. the manga actually did say that charon sabotaged the machine so thats one actually good thing that came from it! Congrats u filled one plothole while making twenty more XD

OH and perhaps this same section could also foreshadow the rotom thing? like I was thinking about how he could actually choose to give up and let you take the lake trio and have it still be 100% in character. It could be an extension of his “shit, i didnt think things would get this serious, please save me from the consequences of my own actions!” moment. Cos I think that any normal dumb greedy money man would still be horrified at the idea of mutilating a thousand year old majestic unicorn of mythology and then flushing it down the toilet when it outlives its uselessness. Like he doesnt do it because he wants to help you save the day or anything, just cos the idea of killing the lake trio is just too evil for even him. It could be kind of a meaningful moment about how cyrus is doing all this for good reasons yet they caused him to do these actions that are even more evil than the actual dude with evil motives. And maybe you could establish this through a scene of him and cyrus inetracting, which could also help amp up how intimidating cyrus is, in preparation for the big climax? Have charon trying to wimp out of “disposing of the useless specimens”, but cyrus is having none of it. Like it could start off funny with him making up loads of other excuses cos there’s no way he’d admit he’s having Feelings and all. “Wait but let me have them! if theyre useless to you then i can just sell them right?? ha ha thats the only reason im saying this, lol you know me i’d never be swayed by any sentiment” But cyrus sees through it instantly and gets right up in his face like fuckin Raw Cold Fury, no you are NOT going to disobey me. He is PISSED OFF because the only reason he kept this useless senile old bat around is because he’s the only one in this group who isn’t a simpering moron at the mercy of their pitiful heart. If you can’t even do that, then what’s the use of you? So everything charon tries fails and all he accomplishes is getting fired on the spot for even TALKING ABOUT defying his boss. And cyrus just orders saturn to dispose of the lake trio instead. Saturn of course is smarter and says nothing in defiance, but then the both of them work together to let you take the pokemon and just act like they failed to stop you rather than doing it on purpose. And its kind of an uncharacteristically quiet and intense moment between these dudes that are usually at each other’s throats with funny banter. They’re united for a moment but for very different reasons. Charon knew that cyrus wasnt a good guy from the very beginning and he just underestimated him, and is now feeling in over his head and worried this could be the end. And saturn always thought cyrus was good but is starting to struggle with doubts. And maybe charon actually tries to warn saturn about it? Like “hey i knew this all along but i never told you but HEY CYRUS MIGHT ACTUALLY KILL US ALL” and saturn starts on his usual speech about cyrus being the greatest but he starts to question it and AAAAA! but ultimately this moment isnt the moment where he makes the right choice, and he does end up going back to cyrus and continuing the plan. and also charon is on the edge of actually doing something good and trying to stop cyrus’s big ol doom time (albiet for selfish reasons of No Money In The New World) but he also wimps out from this chance and instead decides to grab as much cash as he can and run the fuck away, as if its even possible to outrun the destruction of a whole dimension. but at least him and saturn agreed on the lake trio rescue operation, thus their moment of almost-redemption helped the player even if they didnt actually turn good. AND then you’d have the surprise moment of charon actually stepping up at the last minute and doing his thing to sabotage the machine and all. which again doesnt really solve the whole thing and doesnt really make him turn good but at least it downgrades the threat from ‘cyrus actually succeeds in destroying the world’ to ‘okay we just need to deal with a slight case of poke-hell and one collossal centipede’. Srsly man sinnoh’s plot has the highest stakes cos in platinum you straight up actually fail and cyrus actually would have destroyed the world if not for giratina! Oh and also a random note is that i think it’d be funny if charon helped you out while still running away? like you just learn about the machine sabotage being his responsibility cos it flashes his goofy hacker logo from the anime or something. Maybe instead he hacks your Poketch and is like HEY HELLO IM GONNA SPLODE THE THING BUT NOT COS IM A GOOD GUY, BTW I AM A SAFE DISTANCE AWAY PLEASE DONT LET CYRUS KNOW I DID THIS

SO YEAH! whatever! whether or not we get that added bit of teamup with charon in the climax, we’ve still given him a bit more screentime so the player actually remembers him and actually cares about doing his optional sidequest in the postgame. so him not having a boss fight would be less of a letdown and all. But having the teamup plot would be a good opportunity to turn the wifi event into not a wifi event! maybe during his panic charon drops the key to his secret lab and thats how you get it? cos really it makes no sense at all that the magic wifi gods can just hand you something you’d have no idea existed and never have an opportunity to get. none of the other wifi items are literally a thing owned by a significant character that needs to be teleported out of his pocket by plot magic! Also it sucks that a chunk of important backstory would be hidden in a wifi event so if they still wanted rotom’s alt forms to be a wifi event then JUST make it the ability to get the forms and not the charony diary bit. Cos it makes no sense that the ENTIRE REASON CHARON EXISTS is to introduce the rotom form event yet you’d have no clue he was connected to rotom until after youve already finished the event. It gave no damn indication you had to take the key to this particular dude’s lab in team galactic!! ANd click on an otherwise unmarked wall!! Put the diary somewhere else and hey there’s a Charon Clue(tm) and now you can actually find the damn event, there you go, fixed. Also annoying cos nothing in the event tells you you have to go somewhere entirely different to catch the one rotom in the game, and click another unmarked piece of scenery that only has a staticky screen to indicate rotom if you happen to be playing at night. Seriously this is why serebii.net was such a lifesaver!!

Okay so WOOP there we go, here we are at a point where the player has seen more of charon and had oppotunities to grow to like him as a character and be suspicious that maybe he could have some sympatheticness. And if he drops an Importante Key Itemme right before the end of the game then thats a hint that postgame stuff exists involving him, and at least one clue where to find it! All the rotom diary stuff would play out exactly the same except that its less of a hell to find, lol.

BUT THEN the big difference in Stark Mountain is that now you have the full context of charon’s backstory and the game actually reacts to you having that knowledge. Like maybe if you dont do that step first then either charon never appears at stark mountain until you do, or you get an abbrieviated version of the quest without the redemption plot? I was thinking actually maybe make it one of those daily repeatable quests, to avoid the player doing the quests out of order and permenantly losing the chance to redeem gramps. Like if you dont see the rotom diary then instead of a big actual quest you just get some five minute “oh we’ve seen team galactic sneaking around stark mountain, defeat them for Some Money Or Something hey thats weird that they were only stealing money hey yknow who’s all about the money? charon! maybe go follow up on his Importante Key Itemme to continue the plot.”

SO THEN once you return Emboldened By The Knowledge Of Good Gramps, you get the proper thing. And... it would actually play out totally the same as in vanilla platinum. Charon doesn’t have a boss fight, all his minions leave him and say he sucks, he gets anticlimactically taken out by someone else in a cutscene, and his last moment is someone making a crack about him being so frail and useless that the hot volcano breeze could knock him over.

BUT THAT ISNT THE END

Its just a fake out that its gonna have the same funny ending as every other charon appearance, and the same lack of him being remotely threatening.

cos NOW WE FINALLY GIVE THE MAN A GODDAMN BOSS FIGHT

and yknow how i said i hate the manga where he’s all super evil and owns three legendaries and kills a guy? okay take away all that stuff but KEEP THE MOMENT OF GRANDPA GETTING TO DO SOMETHING BADASS FOR THE ONLY TIME EVER

Maybe he surprises everybody by actually not being down for the count! And by now he’s just SO pissed off from a whole game’s worth of failing and being disrespected that he does something desperate and stupid at the last minute. If he was meant to be the dude who invented the red chain, maybe he could use it to control heatran even if looker took away the magma stone? like i feel it’d be in character for charon to secretly steal a prototype red chain for himself during the whole “oh fuck my boss is legit destroying the world i need to get out of here” thing. Grab some stuff to sell now your last paycheck is dissappearing into an ominous void, lol. He didnt expect to actually be using it, and if the actually completed red chain puts enough stress on its weilder to make them cry blood then this thing must be even more risky to use! so its a really huge holy shit moment of tiny gramps actually doing something intimidating! and his boss fight could actually be using heatran and actually having heatran get to goddamn appear in this sidequest. it was soooo underwhelming to have to return thru the dungeon a second time to actually see heatran, this time without any story stuff to break up the long walk...

also this entire thing could be a great climax to his character arc and sort of a moment of “okay THIS was actually his motivation all along!” Cos I always felt like Charon’s real motive was low self confidence? Like he’s always on about money but he seems to focus more on SUCCESS instead. Fame and success. “Ha ha i am the greatest scientist and i want people actually aknowledge me” is a thing he repeatedly brings up and also that other characters directly demonstrate in how they act towards him. It just feels like he thinks he can buy that with money if he’s failed his whole life in earning it. And the old “acts egotistical because he actually hates himself” character archetype would work really well as a sympathetic interpretation of his character. It would be like how he’s ‘subconciously friendly’. The thing he actually does (being boastful) is because of a different reason (not believing his own lies and being super insecure about his self worth), but he keeps it so well hidden that not even he realises that its really what he feels. Similar to how he acts grumpy because of a different reason, because he actually DOES want friends and he’s just guarding his emotions under a million walls cos he’s scared of being hurt again. And scared of how he knows he’s a weak willed person who might betray his friends again for his desperation for money. Which is really a desperation to feel valid as a human being, which is really just ‘i want friends’ again under another coat of paint. So depressingly he caused his own problems because of the same character trait that was once a positive in his life! I think he works well when interpreted from that angle, he’s like a dark subversion of a pokemon professor or of your classic ash ketchum figure. Like “the power of friendship” is what turned him evil, and also turned him into a guy who acted awful to his friends. And it could add to this thematic thing if “loving pokemon” was also referenced throughout his plot in a negative sense?

That’s actually one other good thing about the manga, they removed his greedy grumpyness (bad) but replaced it with the same motive as the villain of the 2nd movie (weird flex but okay). Aka “a guy who collects legendary pokemon just as trophies and has forgotten how to treat them like genuine friends”. Even if that wouldnt be his main character concept in this hypothetical rewritten game, it could still be a secondary trait that’s used to suppliment the main emotional arc. Like instead of just saying “money money money” you could flesh out more scenes of him actually talking about HOW he’s gonna get the money and what he’s gonna use it for. Via collecting all the rare pokemon, and to collect more rare pokemon. Which will somehow (in his twisted cynical perception of how the world works) make him a person of value and get people to respect him. It could also tie together pretty much every scene he already has! Cos his backstory is finding this pokemon friend... who was a rare unknown species. And maybe as a kid he decided to become a scientist initially just out of excitement to learn more about his new friend and show them to the world! But then the realities of the difficulties in being respected as a scientist gradually wore him down and he became more cynical, more obsessed with recognition, more believing that the only way to get it was by being an asshole and he’d just get taken advantage of if he kept being soft. And he started to forget why he really wanted that fame in the first place, and instead it just became an obsession, a vain hope that he’d hate himself less if he accomplished his life’s dream. When really from the player’s perspective its obvious that even if he succeeded he’d still be depressed when he realized how he’d lost everything in the process. And it’d be a more realistic sort of way he could have turned from a good kid to an asshole gramps. There wasnt any single day he suddenly made the decision to change, it was just a gradual wearing down of his morals over the years. he became more obsessed and more cynical that normal moral ways of doing things would never get him what he wanted. he started making small sacrifices to his personal sense of morality, and eventually reached the point where he’d completely abandoned it all without even noticing the gradual change. And somewhere along the way he forgot that he started this because of his pokemon friend, and discarded it as “not good enough” in favor of this vain quest to acquire a million other rarer pokemon and just friggin put them on a shelf to boast about them and feel less empty inside. And then also his redemption was a gradual change too? After he reached that point of completely betraying his own sense of goodness, he gradually got sadder and more tired with living this way. By the time you see him ingame he’s not remotely happy with being evil and he’s just a poor dude who’s deluded that being evil is the only way to escape the sadness rather than the cause of it. And thats why his whole ‘oops im accidentally subconciously befriending my coworkers and also the enemy’ thing kinda set him on the road to eventual redemption, cos its the first bit of small upliftingness he’s had in ages. sorta recharges his Ability To Care and he starts realizing what he’s doing and feeling regret. But yeah throughout the main game he never actually acts on his doubts and just repeatedly misses the chance to get redeemed and makes you Kinda Frustrated, similar to zuko or peridot’s redemptive arc? And ultimately reuniting him with his old best friend and showing him that its not too late to fix what he broke = the actual catalyst for his changes to fully stick and he completely switches to the good side.

BUT ANYWAY thats why he needs a boss fight first!

Something like 50-70 years worth of self hate and frustration from devoting himself to a super incorrect way of defeating that self hate, and sacrificing EVERYTHING for the sake of it, and being disrespected the entire time, and being terrified that you’re getting old and running out of time, and almost dying to some guy’s weird void plan, and losing the only thing you had left aka the team galactic job and a few maybe sorta kinda friends you had, and now being disrespected AGAIN by those same people you thought were friends (but never actually admitted it to them) and then also bitchslapped by a frog?? Also this place is real fuckin sweaty?? Yeah stark mountain is a great climactic point for his entire frustrations to boil over and be a bigger eruption than the actual volcano!

Thus we have Grand Dad Gets Serious And Has An Actually Interesting Boss Fight!

but also grand dad is being emotionally open and whoops accidentally might be tearing down those walls he built up around his big ol soft as fuck heart

like the battle would possibly be more ‘you talk him down into giving up, realizing he was wrong, quitting being evil, and going home to his friend that he misses so much. and finally realizing that thats actually the only way he could ever really defeat the self hate that drove him this far in the first place. also he’s not worthless and his friends always believed he was the awesome dude he always wanted to be’. Yknow, rather than actually defeating him and all. I mean you still do that but i think it’d be a case like with the giratina fight where even if you lose or run away you get the same result, just slightly altered text? Just as long as you come here with rotom in your party your victory was already a foregone conclusion. you just get a really cool boss fight as your reward, yknow? cos seriously I WAS WAITING THE WHOLE GAME FOR THAT DAMN BOSS FIGHT!!!

obligatory link again to the cool song i think is a great summary of all of my headcanons for this man’s character arc and would also be badass backing music for a hypothetical boss fight:

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context: it makes more sense if you imagine it as his own internal thoughts of all the stuff he’s been running away from accepting in his own feelings. and/or what he THINKS that the player and rotom would be saying to him, so he’s shocked into speechlessness by the fact that they actually do think he deserves a second chance and has the potential to be good.

actually that could be a really good ending to the fight!!!

like when you get through to him and convince him to stand down, he cowers in fear thinking he’s gonna get the karmic payback for everything he’s ever done. and he tries to run away from reuniting with rotom. half of him is scared that his friend hates him and the other half is.. well..

i think it would be thematically appropriate to end it with a hug

just an image of this lil toy robot pokemon hugging this scared old man, and he’s just so empty and doesnt know what to say. its the last thing he ever expected. and then his shock turns into pain and sadness, as he was really the most scared that his friend actually would forgive him. that everything he ever did really was all for nothing, and he should have done this years ago and saved all that lost time. he’s so scared because he thinks he doesnt deserve forgiveness and he doesnt know what to do now its happening. so he just lets out all those tears he’s never cried over all these years, and the scene ends with him desperately hugging his best friend and never wanting to let go ever again

And then that’d be the big moment that was really the turning point for him, though of course that wouldnt be the end of his redemption and if there was any further postgame content you could show various scenes of him atoning throughout that. or just some images in the second credits scene after you beat the postgame stuff. i’d kinda like if there was some moment of him apologising to the rest of team galactic and joining them in their attempts to rebuild the team into something good. and maybe an extra postgame segment where this redeemified team goes on some bigger quest to try and rescue cyrus from the distortion world and heal his pain too. i think you could get a lot of good scenes out of a redeemed charon being along for the ride! like you’d obviously have cyrus being skeptical that this dude really has changed so much, and probably an extension of that earlier scene where he’s pissed off that the one guy he thought agreed with him about emotions being foolish is actually being the most emotional of everyone. but i think because of that they could also have scenes of relating together and actually starting to form a friendship in the end? like i can see charon feeling guilty for never trying to reach out to cyrus before, and also believing really strongly that cyrus can be redeemed cos like ‘yo i’m way worse than you and i was able to change, please believe that its a possibility for you too!’ Also cyrus likes machines so i think he’d be happy to meet rotom and become friends. And he has that whole grandpa related backstory so it might help a lot towards healing those scars and reuniting the two of them if he starts forming a friendship with a different gramps? THERES A LOT OF GOOD THEMATIC LINKS BETWEEN THE DIFFERENT TEAM GALACTIC MEMBERS THAT ARE NEVER EXPLORED IN THE ORIGINAL GAME

also in the original version of this plotline it was a fanfic/fangame idea of an alternate universe swap where dawn/lucas/other customizeable protagonist is a galactic grunt instead of the hero. so a lot of the details were different but in that version the protag was literally adopted by whichever galactic admin they picked as their main friendship route. entirely because of self indulgent ‘i wish these guys were my dad/sister/grandpa/whatever’ feels cos sinnoh helped me thru a tough time as a kid. soooo i cant really do that charon grandpa idea where he also renovates the Old Chateau into a ghost pokemon sanctuary and becomes like an actual good pokemon professor. (also rekindles his friendship with prof rowan and agatha from the kanto elite four cos thats just a random headcanon i have) BUT i could still do all that except the part where he adopts u cos canon dawn/lucas already has a mom lol. And i think it’d be more fitting of canonverse protag to adopt Cyrus? Like obv in the canonverse itd probably be the main boss of the team who gets the bigger redemption plot and is canonically the best friend EVEN THO for tumblr user tumblunni in particular it is All Grandpas All The Time. And i like the idea of Cyboy being a survivor of child abuse who tries to become a good dad just like his parents werent. But i also like the idea of dawn’s mom adopting him as her new big brother and him getting to experience a genuine loving family for the first time! I think itd work that way cos cyrus is meant to be 27 even tho he looks older, and i dont think dawn’s mom is that young and also i just see no chemistry between them as any sort of ship. (and headcanon cyrus as asexual anyway) But also the family does still keep in touch with all the other galactic friends!!!

hhhh i wrote So Many Word just about grandpa redemption holy shit i’ll probably die if i try and cover all the other teammates now

ok i will leave it here but just know i also have Deep Headcanons about all of them, even if charon gets the most. somedaayayyyay i will share with you more!!

#commander charon #why. why am i like this #okay apparantly i have used that exact tag like 15 times already on this blog and im betting most of them were also about charon #please love charon

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