#anyways. mad i’m not over it. the anger isn’t directed at anyone it’s just there
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I like your writing, can I request Thor, Poseidon, Buddha, Hercules, Jack, Loki, Rudra, Ares, Lu Bu, Shiva, Hermes, and anyone else of your choice with a Female Human Reader, but she tries to asserts her ‘dominance’ by Kabedon them? Reader is like, 4’11-5’0, in other words SHORT (She’s every sweet and kind but because absolutely Feral if someone insults her height, ever she significant other isn’t safe from her ‘wrath’) And despite her size, she’s surprisingly strong (Can carry her significant other bridal style or over her shoulder, no sweat) so it’s a double whammy when she’s pissed and is set loose on the culprit
To others that call her Short Names: Becomes absolutely Feral, will bite, punch, kick and cuss them out using the most violent and dirtiest of profanities
To her Significant Other: Kabedon’s them in anger (All of them), silent treatment, pouty (Jack), eats all their snacks in anger (Buddha), punches them in the face (Lu Bu, Thor, Ares) kicks them in the balls (Loki) and/or death glare (All)
I feel the rage deep within me when I get called out for my height, I’m the shortcake of my family and it’s not fair!!! Especially when my brother is over a foot taller than me!!!
-You were a sweet maiden, petite in stature but the love and warmth you projected to others was almost intimidating.
-You were kind to everyone you met, always giving everyone a chance, even if they’re rude to you first.
-However, like most everyone else, you had that one button, if pushed, you would turn into a different person, almost like a demon, feral and violent.
-You knew you were petite, but you didn’t need others rubbing it in, especially those who were much taller than you.
-Calling you short or telling you short jokes was a quick way to piss you off.
If he does say something ‘short’ related, it’s completely by accident as he doesn’t want to piss you off, as he’s seen you pissed off and doesn’t want that rage directed at him. However, if someone else pisses you off, he’ll grab popcorn and watch you kick some ass.
-Ares, Hermes, Thor, Poseidon, Beelzebub, Lu Bu
Doesn’t do it often, on purpose anyway, if it was an accident you wouldn’t get as pissed off, but when you know he said something on purpose, he would immediately get a chill up his spine as you give him a death glare and hold his hands up, immediately apologizing.
-Ares, Hermes, Poseidon, Hercules, Hades, Nikola, Jack
Teases you often, as he thinks you’re adorable when mad, but usually will only do one or two jokes, stopping when you would leg-sweep him and stand over him, holding him up by his shirt as you threatened to kick his ass or when you kabedon him to the wall, glaring up at him. He knows you can and will beat his ass with no hesitation, as you’ve done it before.
-Ares, Buddha, Rudra, Shiva, Qin Shi Huang, Nikola, Jack
A gremlin, constantly teases you and tells short jokes all the time, just to get a rise out of you, thinking that it’s funny, at least until you start ignoring him, pouting, not giving him any affection or attention, and in Buddha’s case, eating all of his snacks. Then he’s pretty quick to apologize.
-Loki, Buddha, Raiden, Shiva
Has been warned many times and has had his ass beaten many times by your petite, but unusually strong, self. Has not and will not learn. You will be lifted into the air to recreate the Lion King at any given moment. He will put stuff up on the top shelf where you can’t reach. He will get you a step ladder or a chair so you can talk to him eye-to-eye or kneel down on both knees. There is no escape. You are stuck with short jokes for life.
-LOKI, Raiden
#record of ragnarok#ror x reader#ror poseidon#ror buddha#ror loki#ror heracles#ror jack the ripper#ror thor#ror raiden#ror rudra#ror shiva#ror ares#ror hermes#ror qin shi huang#ror tesla
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“I’m still at the restaurant” but my restaurant table is 404. While I’ve been sitting here as the dust collects on my pinned up hair I decided to think about them. This specific thought isn’t in line with their current position so pretend everything is dandy between the two for now, here’s what I’ve got. Lucas has a friend surprise him at work or something and since he’s been talking about his new job the friend wants a quick tour. While Lucas and his friend are talking and taking a tour Lucas introduces his coworkers or at least points them out. He gets up to the bathrooms and the friend says they have to pee real quick, but want to meet “this duchess you’ve been talking about right after.” Lucas laughs and points at Tink and goes “that’s her, she’s basically my work wife.” He turns back to the friend and says “go pee and I’ll introduce you after.” The friend goes into the bathroom and Harry, who was standing right by the water cooler and happened to see and hear this, walks right up to Lucas with a scowl on his face, he doesn’t realize he’s scowling but anyone with even a singular functioning eye can tell he’s annoyed. Lucas greets him right away with a smile on his face, “hey, Harry. I actually have a friend over and want to introduce you guys, they want to meet everyone I-” Harry cuts him off right away, “I’m not interested, I come here to work not waste time. But I did hear you call Tink your work wife.” Harry’s so annoyed he doesn’t even realize he let the nickname slip out, and Lucas well he doesn’t quite hone in on it considering he’s wondering what he’s done to make Harry mad now, he feels he somehow always manages to get on his bad side, and right now the look Harry is giving him isn’t exactly warm or welcoming. Harry continues, “she isn’t your work wife. That is such an outdated thought to have, but if anything she’s my work wife. You’re just her coworker, and at best you’re her work neighbor…two houses down.” Lucas opens his mouth to respond but Harry beats him to it, “I’ve known her a lot longer and have worked along side her difficult to work with self. If our office even had those weird labels she’d be my work wife since the first day we both worked on the same project and had our first office fight.” He turns to Tink’s direction and shouts “Tink, do you remember our first project together? The Finman case?” Though Tink is confused why he’s asking her that now, she’s still hasn’t forgotten and definitely isn’t over how dumb and hard to work with he was throughout the project, anger rises within her at the memory and she shouts back “yes I do matter of fact and you were not only extra annoying but you somehow thought that we should change the code by clearing the-” Harry’s already turned back to Lucas, who now is looking like a deer caught in headlights, no longer listening because he knows what she’s going to say and says to Lucas “see, she’d never be your work wife” if you are going to waste time talking at least talk facts” Harry walks off in Tink’s direction, who is still yelling about the memory, before Lucas has a chance to react or respond. Lucas’ friend emerges from the bathroom and asks “what’s all that yelling about? Never mind that, introduce me to your work wife.” To which Lucas says “apparently work neighbor two doors down…but anyways I don’t think it’s a good time.” The friend, lost on everything that went down assumes she must be busy, instead asks “what about Harry? The guy you’ve been trying to be buddies with, I can help you break the ice and him like you more. I mean all you said you did was take the last cup of coffee right? How mad can he be?” Lucas looks in the direction of Harry and Tink bickering quietly and responds “I don’t think it’s a good time to meet him either, plus I might have been wrong about him only hating me for finishing the pot. I think there’s something more, either he just doesn’t like me or…” the friend fills in the silence after a gasp “did you turn off his computer. Dude that’s a big no-no in nerd world, remember how mad you were at me the first time I did that.”
Lucas focuses back on his friend, the thoughts he had clearing away and instantly says “Nerd world? Really? and no I didn’t unplug his computer…at least I don’t think. AND YOU NEED TO STOP UNPLUGGLING MINE”
Omg this is long, I’m so sorry. I’ll stop. I just get carried away my mind is always on 404. You laced this story with a little extra something something I know it.
OOOOOO BYEEEE I'M CRYING!! No stop this was SO SO SO GOOD!!!! So adorable (and so Harry HAHAH) and I love that you thought of this and took the time to explore it and send it to me 😭💞💞💞 Thank you so much for this, you honestly could write the rest of the scene and I would happily sit and read it 👀 This is SO good, I'm literally obsessed?? Might just have to consult you for the next extra HAHAH 😭💞
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Hi hello I am very interested in your thoughts on how 07 Raph was done dirty by the narrative, if you don't mind (I also just like hearing other people's thoughts on my favourite lad lol)
I would LOVE to ramble about this! Sorry for the late reply, I had to rewatch the movie so I could more accurately write a small essay in response. Anyways, Raph my friend Raph. Also Leo.
I guess my main complaint is that Raph and Leo are both framed by the movie as more or less equally “wrong” in their actions. They’re both arrogant, both hotheaded, and both completely unwilling to talk it out. So what all did either of them really do “wrong”?
Raph’s vigilante-ing is framed as morally wrong within the narrative, but no explanation is really offered. As TMNT, the group functionally operates as vigilantes, stopping crime and fighting baddies. When Raph goes off on his own, it’s really not the fact that he’s doing violent things that’s the problem. It’s the fact that he’s doing it alone.
When Raph is gone during the night, he sleeps during the day. His few interactions with his brothers are tense at best and downright hostile if anyone so much as looks at him wrong. And him neglecting to be around for his family has real consequences. Donnie and Mikey both have jobs to try to keep all of them afloat, to various degrees of bodily and mental harm. None of them really talk anymore, and the fault is largely placed on Raph. As Donnie says, “Your rogue attitude has always been a source of contention to this team”.
As for Leo, we see a lot of the same “problems” as with Raph. He functioned as a vigilante in Central America, he has a temper, and at the very least, a convincing show of an ego. He can’t interact with his brothers the way he used to because he’s been god knows where for a whole year. And again, his flaws are isolation and lack of understanding of his family as a result. And all of this culminates in The Rooftop Scene.
Oh boy, The Rooftop scene. So, they’re both kind of dicks in this scene. Understandably so, but it’s clear that the audience isn’t necessarily supposed to agree with either Mr. I’m Better Than You Leonardo or Mr. Anger Issues Raphael. Leo’s cocky, bitchy, and lectures him. But Raph is still dunked on for being angry, for having a temper, as if Leo isn’t just as bad. Donnie even mentions it earlier in the movie.
So what’s their beef with each other? Well, Raph tells Leo off for being smug, for coming back and immediately trying to take over as leader as if nothing has changed. He is mad at Leo for leaving, but doesn’t want to admit that things fall apart without him, so he’s angry at him for coming back too. His anger is completely justified in my opinion, but still framed as “bad”.
Meanwhile, Leo is suffering from an acute case of Eldest Daughter Syndrome. I could make a whole other essay on how Splinter treats him in this movie but I’ll make it brief: Leo is suffocating under the weight of responsibility, after having literally been told that it’s his job to fix the family, and wants everything to fall back into place. This obviously isn’t happening with Raph, so Leo gets pushy. He’s also of the opinion that regular human things should be left to the regular humans, while Raph thinks they should help whenever they can.
And then Raph leaves and Leo gets got, and the blame is indirectly put on Raph. He left, he was the one who ultimately “wanted” to be a loner. And as a direct result, his brother, having lost his swords in their confrontation, gets nerf darted and kidnapped. So Raph is framed as the bad guy at the very end of the confrontation. Even if neither party was necessarily in the right, Raph ends up being in the wrong.
In the very next scene, Raph confesses to accidentally leaving Leo behind. He directly says “I know there’s a reason why he’s the better son and I’m not” during this. Splinter gives him a brief pep talk, notes that his qualities could be that of a leader as well, but “only when tempered with compassion and humility”. Once again, Raph’s character flaws are front and center for this interaction.
And look, I’m not saying that Raph can’t be an angry little bitch at times. Of course he can! That’s part of why I like him so much! But his temper is framed as the guilty party, and he has to “redeem” himself in order for his arc to be complete. And his temper really isn’t the issue. Sure it’s not helping, but the real problem is both Leo and Raph’s tendency to isolate. And those qualities don’t come out of nowhere (side-eyes the previous movie’s trauma as well as Splinter).
They team back up, Raph saves Leo to “redeem” himself, they beat the bad guy, everything’s good! Except the fact that neither of their true problems were addressed. Sure, they’re a team again, but they never acknowledged the problem as both of their needs to be in complete control and completely independent. This could have been a fairly easy fix too, a short conversation where they both acknowledge their isolation at the end of the film would have sufficed. But they didn’t.
TLDR: Raph and Leo both got fucked over by their flaws being presented as anger and smugness respectively, when the true problem was their tendency to self isolate, which never got acknowledged.
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wot reread: the fires of heaven (chap 44)
spoilers for the fires of heaven; vague references to being unhappy about a plotline in future books
1. Using massive amount of saidin for hours on end in this battle is absolutely battering Rand physically. It, um, probably also isn’t great for him to be taking in so much of the taint on saidin either. I should probably take that into account for his actions during the rest of this book. He’s just massively overdosed on both saidin and the taint, essentially.
2. Rand has seen the column of Cairhienin and Tairens fighting against Aiel three times this morning but doesn’t know that Mat is leading them! Also, the official leader (after he sent Weiramon back to Tear) was a lord named Merlanril. I don’t think Mat bothered to get his name, lol. He also might be dead, I think.
3. Rand uses the storm that Egwene and Aviendha set up to cut off the Shaido from making it into Cairhien, hating that he’s probably killing some of his own people in the process but not seeing any other choice (once the Shaido got into the city, getting them out again would be a nightmare).
4. When a bolt of lightning comes down to attack the tower (and the Maidens guarding it), Rand assumes at first that it’s Asmodean before realizing that Sammael makes more sense as the origin. He can feel that it was created using saidin. Several bolts of lightning hit until they bring the tower down.
5. Aviendha desperately telling Rand not to die. For, uh, Elayne’s sake, of course. Definitely only for Elayne. Rand has lost saidin, is bruised and injured, and his injury from Falme has broken open again.
6. Jolien is dead because of the tower falling. Other Maidens were injured or killed but she’s the one whose name we already know.
7. “Did he ever think of anyone now except as to how useful they were?” Oh, Rand. Anyway, he has been convinced not to try to go after Sammael for now.
8. I think this is the first time Rand flat-out thinks in his mind that he “would not, could not, order a woman to her death”. I believe... from some of the stuff we get in the later books, this is a somewhat arbitrary moral line that Rand draws for himself to keep himself from entirely falling off the edge of the moral event horizon. As long as he can hold onto this line, he thinks he can keep himself from being a monster. I do think that the reason he seizes on THIS specific thing as his moral line has more to do with Jordan’s upbringing than Rand al’Thor’s, though.
9. Egwene and Rand continue to do basically the exact same thing as each other (in pushing themselves too far) while judging the other person for it. Rand does manage to grab hold of saidin again.
10. Mat is trying to work out a safe way out of the battle for him and his men (that he keeps trying to figure out how he took responsibility for, bless him). He’s currently trying to work them back to Rand’s camp aka “where I started from”.
11. “Never upset a woman who could channel; that was a rule Mat seldom managed to follow, but he did try.” Endless sighing, you guys. Despite worrying that Rand might have ‘finally gone mad’, he’s still thinking of how to get back over there until he realizes that the signs of channeling over there might be Sammael or another Forsaken taking part in the battle.
12. The people (leader-ish people) still with Mat: Estean and Nalesean (Tairen) and Talmanes and Daerid (Cairhienin). The Tairens saw all three victories today as pure victories, but Mat and the Cairhienin are much more aware of how close the battles were. This fourth battle, we learn that Couladin is with the Shaido (around 5k of them).
13. Mat realizes that Couladin is heading east, in Rand’s direction and smolders with anger. NOT because the man is going after Rand, of course, lol, shades of Aviendha from a handful of bulletpoints above. It has nothing to do with the man going after Rand, even though that’s literally the first thing that Mat notices about Couladin’s plan. He’s so blindingly angry at Couladin, wow. I’m really gonna miss this Mat when he gets trapped in the Dreaded Plotline that I hate, you guys. His narration has been such a delight. So utterly un-self-aware and yet so clear when I’m playing attention to it.
14. Daerid can see how incredibly pissed off Mat is at Couladin. “You must not let your anger at this Couladin overcome you. A battle is no place to try fighting a duel”. Mat’s thoughts: “bloody Couladin! I’d like to shove this spear down his throat”. Well.
15. lol, and he’s using Rand’s name as a goad for Couladin this time! He wants them to raise the cry of “Protect the Lord Dragon” to help convince the Aiel that they’ve trapped this wing of Rand’s forces (and, obviously, to lure Couladin out for a duel; I see you, Mat).
16. Honestly, this time around, it’s actually pretty clear that Mat is absolutely deliberately trying to set up to kill Couladin himself. It’s personal for him, even though he tries to deny it. But Daerid actually straight-up calls him out on the fact that he’s clearly setting the pieces into place to kill Couladin with his own hands, so the narrative is able to make what Mat is doing clear even while Mat is loudly denying it in his thoughts.
17. Oh, and Rand is deep in his LTT thoughts now: Are you still so jealous of me, Tel Janin? When did I ever slight you, or give you one finger less than your due? And he can’t quite realize that it’s an LTT thought this time.
18. LTT here thinks that balefire would be worth it to bring back Ilyena and, of course, my newly-minted Cauthor heart notes that this was also basically Rand’s opinion of using balefire at the start of the book -- that ripping the fabric of the Pattern a little is okay if it saves Mat’s life. I would burn the world and use my soul for tinder to hear her laugh again. That’s genuinely sad. I do wish that LTT would give us some specific memories about Ilyena as a person sometimes tho.
19. Rand can’t remember his own name for a moment, and has to remind himself that he’s Rand al’Thor. He’s so exhausted that he can barely think. Asmodean is freaked out when Rand speaks LLT’s memories as his own, talking about remembering when Sammael was named Destroyer of Hope. “Hope did seem to die that day. Culan Cuhan wept.”
20. Only a battle lost is sadder than a battle won. Another LTT memory, something that he said long ago.
21. Jolien seems to be the trigger for Rand to start compiling His List -- Jolien gets merged with LTT’s loss of Ilyena, coupled with how blurred the lines currently are between Rand and LTT’s memories. When Rand releases the Void (and then saidin), he falls off his horse and everyone realizes that he’s bleeding pretty badly and in awful shape.
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Chapter 5: I’m the Violence in the Pouring Rain
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Yes, I'm aware I didn't post this weekend, and I'm sorry about that, but I was out of town and then really busy at work so updating was a bit hard (i.e., impossible) but here's the next chapter! Super excited about sharing this one, love how it turned out--hope you like it too!
Chapter title from Hurricane by Halsey
TW: mild gore--only for like, one paragraph, but it's there--and also descriptions of a seemingly dead body
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To say fWhip is mad would be a gross understatement. He’s seething internally, practically shaking with rage, because how dare that elf hurt his sister? How dare he?
Sausage is stoic in his anger, which is weird to say the least. He keeps zoning out mid-sentence, then coming back to himself with a shake of his head. It’s unnerving, and fWhip has to call his name several times to get him to snap out of it.
Once they get started on their work, though, Sausage seems to come back to himself a little bit more permanently. He doesn’t zone out at all as they load the Grimlands embassy, something fWhip had built in the last month, with as much TNT as they could fit while still leaving room for observers and pressure plates.
Instead, it’s fWhip who finds himself distracted, because something keeps drawing his eye to the village on the cliffside. They know Scott isn’t here right now, he’s off somewhere doing who-knows-what, but the people of Rivendell are very much here, and fWhip can occasionally feel their eyes on him from afar.
Thankfully they keep all their work inside, so there’s no clue to anyone what’s going on. He still finds himself staring off in that direction anyway, and despite telling himself that he’s only looking that way because it’s also the direction of the Crystal Cliffs, and he’s worrying over Gem, he knows his thoughts aren’t even remotely close to focusing on Gem.
So, after they finish off with the embassy, fWhip tells Sausage to go ahead with their trap in Scott’s home while he checks something out in the village.
The villagers watch him with wary eyes as he walks through the marketplace, but he pays them no mind. Arriving at a dead end, he frowns, especially since he can feel whatever pull is bringing him here trying to bring him through the cliff.
Or maybe it’s on the other side of the cliff? He turns to fly up and over, but spots a lever hidden in the rocks nearby, and immediately realises that oh, there’s a hidden door he’s got to go through.
He flips the lever, and immediately goes through the new opening, taking in the warm white walls and gold embellishments. But that’s not what’s pulled him here, and he knows it. So he heads further in, taking in the meeting table and the wall of allies, enemies, and neutrals, snorting as he sees himself in the allies column, then turns around.
There.
On a shelf between the two flights of stairs, there are two items that radiate power of equal and opposite magnitudes. The first is a set of antlers, gold and glimmering and projecting an unnatural cold—much like the cold that permeates Gem’s entire being right now. So that’s clearly not going to help with the problem at hand.
The other, though, the other radiates heat and seems to pull all the light into it. It’s a crystal, one that looks vaguely familiar, but when he tries to remember where he’s seen it before, the memory stays just out of reach, like something is blocking it.
Still, if it’s warm, and in direct opposition to the cold power that froze Gem’s heart, then maybe it can help? Besides, he has a good history with red stones, so what could go wrong?
He reaches out, touches it, and his eyes widen as pain ignites in his palm—the one Sausage had accidentally cut open earlier, the one he’s touching the crystal with. He pulls away, trying to scream, but no sound comes out. The crystal is stuck to his palm, refusing to let go. He folds over as the pain triples and the skin of his palm parts further, and the crystal embeds itself in his hand, and—
That’s the last thing he knows.
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Gem is mildly surprised when, less than two hours after he left and only a few minutes after Pearl leaves for the Overgrown, fWhip shows up at the doorstep of the apothecary she’s been tucked into bed in. On the outside he looks fine, a little cold, and a bit tense, but as soon as he gets close enough for her to see his eyes, she knows something is very wrong.
“fWhip?” She asks, and he sends her a grin that twists his face up in a manner that is just… so wrong. For a moment, she’s about to ask what’s wrong, but then he speaks, and all thoughts of asking questions are driven from her mind.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the little wizard. How the mighty have fallen,” fWhip—no, Xornoth—says, in that familiar twisted accent, but in combination with fWhip’s distorted voice, it makes her shudder.
Horrified, she struggles to get out of bed, but she’s too weak to support herself, and so she collapses back into the pillows. “Xornoth,” she spits. “What did you do to my brother?”
“Nothing he didn’t ask for,” Xornoth replies off-handedly, examining a brewing stand and adding a few ingredients to an awkward potion she’d left there ages ago. She recognizes the ingredients for a sleeping potion, but in combination with glowstone dust and something that looks like corruption particles and dragon’s breath.
She’s terrified, horrified, and in no small amount of shock. This couldn’t be happening, this had to be a dream, or a hallucination caused by the ice lodged in her chest, but whatever it was, it wasn’t real.
“fWhip would never ask for you to corrupt him.”
Xornoth shrugs. “Those may not have been his exact words, but the intent was clear. He wanted the pain to stop, he wanted death, and so death I will give him. I’ll crush his puny mind after I make him watch as I destroy everything he’s worked toward.”
She shakes her head. “No, no, you can’t!”
“Who’s going to stop me?” He asks, turning toward her as he takes the potion from the stand. “You? You can’t even stand, and before too long, you won’t even be able to feel the sun.”
He’s going to kill her, she realises. He’s going to make fWhip watch as he kills her with his own hands. She grabs for her staff, but it’s yanked out of her reach as if by an invisible string, and she scrambles to find some other weapon, but the new sword fWhip had built for her is too heavy, she can’t lift it, let alone swing it.
So instead she settles for summoning what magic she can, trying to blast him backwards, maybe knock him out for long enough for her to get out of here, but the moment before she’s going to release it, a red bubble springs into existence around her, and she has to rein her magic back in in case it rebounds of the shield and hits her.
She’s out of options, she realises, and as the magic drains out of her reach, she feels herself weaken to the point where she can barely keep her eyes open. Just breathing is a struggle.
“Now, now,” Xornoth says as he approaches, the shield dissipating as suddenly as it had appeared. “I’m not going to kill you… yet. You’re much more useful alive.”
With that, he pours the potion down her throat, and she realises that she can’t breathe, her lungs aren’t responding, and her heartbeat, which had been thundering in her ears just seconds ago, is slowing to a halt.
She’s dying, she realises, and somehow, even though she’s been killed several times in the past, this scares her. It terrifies her, listening as her heart slows.
Thud-thud.
Xornoth is leaning over her, grinning with fWhip’s irrepressible smile, and it hurts almost as much as it terrifies her.
Thud-thud.
“We’ll be seeing each other again, soon, don’t you worry about that,” he purrs, caressing her face as gently as a lover would. She wants to shudder but she can’t.
Thud… thud.
“And I’ll make sure it’s a living hell for you.”
Thud.
… Thud.
Silence.
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By the time Pearl gets back, Katherine in tow, she knows something is wrong. The Crystal Cliffs are silent, sombre in a way that doesn’t feel right, and it feels like the magic that has pervaded the air here for as long as she can remember is slowly being drained away.
They land, and she shoots a glance at Katherine, who returns it with a helpless shrug. It doesn’t make her feel any less nervous, so she hurries into the apothecary, Katherine on her heels, but comes to a dead stop the moment she sees the bed Gem had been resting in.
Gem’s still there, still, silent, and pale, in a way Pearl has only seen on corpses. She’s not moving, the blankets aren’t rising and falling in time with her breathing, and Pearl knows immediately that they’re too late.
She’s dead.
fWhip’s sitting at her bedside, holding one of her hands in both of his, whispering to her like he thinks she can still hear him. Pearl wants to sob, because just a few months ago, the roles were reversed, and now… now Gem’s gone. One of her closest friends and allies, just like that, dead.
And the worst part is, the only person they can blame is someone they all consider a friend.
Hesitantly, Pearl steps forward, but fWhip doesn’t seem to notice, he just keeps whispering to his sister’s body, and as she inches closer, she realises that he’s crying.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she catches him whispering as he rubs her knuckles with his thumb.
Katherine joins Pearl behind fWhip, reaching out and touching his shoulder gently. He stiffens, all signs that he was crying disappearing in an instant.
“fWhip?” Katherine asks, but he doesn’t turn to face them. He sets Gem’s hand down, folded across her stomach.
Then in a cold, bitter voice, he says, “Finally showed up? Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re too late. She’s gone.”
“fWhip, I’m sorry. I came as soon as I heard. I—”
“Don’t, Katherine. Don’t make this about you. This is about Gem, my sister, who you may as well have killed. She’s gone and it’s your fault.”
Katherine recoils like she’s been struck, and Pearl can’t help but gape at him. “fWhip! You know it’s not her fault—”
“Don’t take her side, Pearl,” he says, finally turning. His eyes are dry, but they’re also red-rimmed, and there’s something wrong with them, like all the personality has been drained out of them, leaving him as an angry, bitter shell. “She’s just as much at fault as Scott.”
Pearl clenches her fists. “This isn’t about sides, fWhip, you just said so. This is about Gem. And right now, we need to—”
“No.” His voice is firm, but still brittle with rage. “You two can go tell the other empires. The funeral will be held in the Grimlands. I’ll—I’ll take care of Gem. Just this once, I can look after her.”
His voice breaks at the end, and she wants to sob. She knows now just how much the roles have reversed. fWhip has never been the one to take care of Gem. Even when she was first hurt, he entrusted her care to Pearl (he shouldn’t have, she’d just messed it up and now Gem is dead) while he’d gone to try and find Scott. But now… now he has no choice. This is the last time he has this chance, and who is she to argue with that?
So instead, she nods, takes Katherine’s hand, and leads her out. The sovereign of the Overgrown looks to be in shock. She’s not crying, just staring into the middle distance with glazed eyes and a pained expression.
“Katherine?” Pearl asks softly as soon as the door is closed behind them. “Katherine, you know it’s not actually your fault, right? He’s not thinking clearly, there was no way we could have gotten here sooner, and even if we had, there might not have been anything we could have done. Do you hear me? It’s not your fault.”
Katherine slowly shakes her head. “But it is. I should have gotten here sooner, I should have—”
Pearl takes her by the shoulders and shakes her. She stares at her in shock, and Pearl shakes her again. “Listen to me, Katherine. He’s hurting. He’s lashing out. You can’t take anything he says to heart. What could you have done that you didn’t do?”
Tears are starting to gather in Katherine’s eyes. “I don’t know, but I could have done something! This shouldn’t have happened!”
“I know.” And she does. This is… this is ending her world, almost as much as losing both fWhip and Sausage last fall had ended it. Things would never be the same again. “But the best thing we can do know is just keep moving forward. Dwelling on what we can’t change, dwelling on the past, that’s just going to drive us crazy.”
“And what about the present? What about the fact that Gem is gone? What about the fact that she’s gone because of Scott and I?”
Pearl shakes her head. “It’s not your fault, and I’m sure it was an accident on Scott’s part. And those facts? They’re not things we can change.”
Katherine slumps. “Okay,” she whispers after a moment, “I’ll try.”
Pearl nods. “I’ll head to Pixandria. If you want to start in the Undergrove, we can work our way down and across. Meet in the middle.”
Katherine nods, and she knows she’s making the right choice sending her to see Shrub. If anyone can get Katherine out of her own head, it’s her girlfriend.
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Notes:
Just to be clear, in that last section, the demon was letting fWhip be in control up until they realised Pearl and Katherine were there, then they took control again. Also, the potion they gave Gem is one of my own invention, a potion of stasis. It didn't kill her, but basically put her in a Snow White-type state until it wears off, so she appears dead but in reality isn't.
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The Lost Child | Jinpachi | Trial 1.5 | Re: Hisakata, Reimi
Why was Reimi apologizing for lashing out at him? He didn't like that. He had right in front of everyone, told them that he doesn't think she's trustworthy...he's accused her and tears her down. It isn't like it's vitriol though. It isn't hatred or any kind of anger towards her. He is just trying to reach the logical conclusion of this trial and it keeps getting muddied up with feelings...Of course it did. When it's life or death, human emotions will always stand in the way...
Which speaking of his eyes shoot over to Hisakata and the way that he talks about the idea of a mistrial...irritates Jinpachi. This isn't a game of logistics...these are human lives. But on the other side of this...he doesn't find any merit in coddling someone.
He goes to look at Reimi but he can't...he might have it in him to accuse her and solve this mystery but he doesn't have it in him to face the very human reaction of being told that you are going to be voted to die.
He feels frustrated...he digs his nails into the wood of the podiums, trying to scratch it up and chip it away with sheer force alone.
"Imai-san, this isn't a game. People's lives aren't a game But also like..."
That valley girl tone of his voice is there but it isn't as prominent as he speaks.
"I get we're playing a game but this is all people's lives that are on the line. All of the arguing over mistrialing or not...It's not like any of it isn't unwarranted. We can't just coddle Reimi-chan...She's like soft and kind and isn't built for this kind of thing and like this sucks...but she still killed someone. And when people bring up causing a mistrial...for a murderer of course we're all gonna start arguing. Because we aren't like just a group. We're not all besties or amazing inseparable groupies all trying to sing peace psalms with eachother. We're all people like trying to survive..."
And when you're in that situation, you fight and you bite to hang onto life. These people here...survivors of the world of 10 years ago...they will fight tooth and nail to live. Jinpachi imagines they all have at least once before.
"I like...don't know. I don't want anyone to start getting mad at each other and breeding animosity because we all wanna live...It's stupid."
Seeing Reimi cry has certainly...stopped his fighting attitude he had earlier with wanting to back talk. Even the people he was arguing with...he doesn't hate. Everyone has their reasons...they all want to live...they all want to what they think is best. But they are all human...and not everything is going to blend.
"I also like want you guys to stop acting like it's bad to be direct with Reimi-chan. We aren't being cruel...just because she's like crying...that doesn't change that we're having this whole conversation because she like killed, Hisakawa-san. This is the third run around of this game, we know the way this goes. She slipped a bunch of pills in his drink and somehow some poison too...even if it was like a total accident...her intentions were to kill...And even if she regrets it..."
Before anything can even leave...Jinpachi is patting the inside corners of his eyes with his fingers.
"Ugh...sorry...a hair got in my eye...ughgh...anyway...she still killed, Hisakawa-san. Trying to save her isn't worth it...That's not cruel to say...we don't know enough about the situation to make that kind of judgement...and y'know I'll just say it. I don't want to die...and I'm not risking my entire life on a maybe...And none of you should either..."
That's enough...that's enough...Jinpachi turns his head down...his pink hair obscuring the face that his hand comes back to. You can almost swear you hear the sound of a sniffle from him before he takes a deep breath and lifts his face...looking completely normal and unphased.
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question from curiouscat : I know Survival is about Evanatsu but will we get more on Ange? Does having Natsuhi there make it better than just Eva? - Anonymous
gah, yeah! I feel bad because I never really actually put Ange in here! 😭 I do have a few incomplete drafts that have her actually physically appear, but like all my other WIPs, they're nowhere near done, so they're just sitting there 💀 Also, I think Natsuhi being there is kind of like a double edged sword probably. Ange still wants to believe the rumors and think both of them are the culprits that took her family from her, but part of why her relationship with Eva in canon got so bad was because Eva was basically all alone with the burden on the knowledge and had no one to really lean on. Here, she has Natsuhi, but also because of how strained THEIR relationship already was before all the trauma, that results in a lot of what we see in the chapters I've already posted. They fight a lot.
Since Natsuhi's there, and knows a decent amount of what happened — (details are still hazy to her probably, depending on how exactly it all went down, like if she was unconscious for a while, meaning she could think Eva is hiding certain facts or lying, which would obviously only lead to even more issues between them. But also, that whole part is currently left up to personal interpretation, as I haven't really decided on anything with it yet), — I think there's a good chance a lot of Eva's anger and abuse towards Ange in canon would instead be directed at Natsuhi, (and vice versa. Natsuhi's mad too).
But I also think Natsuhi especially would still try to show kindness towards Ange, even if Ange isn't really accepting of it. Not to say Eva wouldn't be as well at some rare times, but with the way I've written them so far, Eva's kind of. Detached at a lot of times, in case any of you haven't noticed lol. I haven't actually read EP8 manga yet (have only flipped through some of it) and it's been years since I read it in the VN, but I know there's a panel of Natsuhi smiling and patting Ange's head at some point I believe. It's cute and gives us a bit of an idea of how they would interact under normal circumstances. Of course, Natsuhi is tired in the au. They all are. And, despite anything, we know she didn't exactly have the best relationship with Jessica, but we can tell she really wanted to.
Survival IS more centered around evanatsu (sorry i'm so predictable and gay 😔), and they take most of their negative feelings out on each other (which is good for Ange not getting the brunt of it), but their obvious borderline violent tension with each other is bad mentally for anyone around, especially a young child, (which is bad for Ange). Basically, I feel since a lot of Eva's treatment towards Ange post 1986 in canon would instead be directed towards Natsuhi in the au, what Ange would face would moreso be neglect. Natsuhi would probably try to smooth things over at times, but we all know how easily she loses control of her emotions as well.
Clearly, I've already tried to have them mention her throughout the chapters, but for Ange herself showing up, I need to focus more on some of my incomplete docs. I have A LOT of incomplete docs for Survival 💀. But anyway, yeah. I think in SOME ways, Natsuhi being there could make things better for them all, but in others, it could definitely make them a lot worse.
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do you guys have any idea how hard it is to get over a crush when they have a habit of calling everyone “babes” and they have a silly nickname for you and they’ll often tell you goodbye by going “cya [aforementioned nickname] ily!!” do you have any clue
#they’re cute and it’s annoying to me#just bc like. i’m normally over crushes super quickly. like snap oh feelings gone mkay#but here it’s like. i have zero chance. none. i know this. and yet my brain refuses to detach#like girl!!! this ship is sinking you are not going down with it!!!#oh whoops i was just making an analogy. was not talking abt shipping myself with them that’d be weird#anyways. literally every time i interact with them i just hear ‘please be poly please be poly’ over and over in the back of my head#am i sad jealous or salty? no. am i irritated bc my silly little heart won’t move on? yes#at this point i’m even like. should i just tell them so i can get rejected and move on.#but i think i’d literally rather die#but also how could i have not gotten a crush on them!!!!#they gave me a rose quartz when we met bc they had it in their pocket! they’re really fucking nice!#they’re also strong! we’ve worked together during theatre games and it’s always fun!#when we were first getting to know each other we were talking abt gender and they went ‘omg ur literally my favorite person’#like!!!! not fair. also they introduced the friendly ilys at like. stage 2 of our friendship#the first time they said it i just kinda like. froze bc i was so shocked. and i think i said ‘oh thanks’ or smth bc. flustered#and then they went ‘too soon?’ and i had to scramble like ‘NO IT WAS SWEET I WAS JUST CAUGHT OFF GUARD’#also they said they’d make a playlist for me when i said i wanted to expand my music taste. literally that’s a love language#anyways. mad i’m not over it. the anger isn’t directed at anyone it’s just there#still kinda holding out on the poly theory tho. we’ll see
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The One Who Didn't Like You, Pt. 1
Dennis (Split) x reader
Description: You like Dennis, but Dennis has never liked you. One bad day makes you bold and you try to tease him, but his reaction is not what you expected...
Warning(s): Angst, arguing, cursing, sexual/suggestive content
Why couldn’t you have fallen in love with Kyle from Food City? Or Jace from high-school band? Or Louis from Tinder? No, you had to catch feelings for the person least interested in you. Miss Patricia said that was wrong, she seemed to think he tolerated you more than he did. Jade and Barry shared the sentiment, albeit a bit more dramatically, they tried to tell you he was completely definitely in love with you. Kevin even argued that he must have some feelings for you. And Hedwig, well Hedwig kept asking if you could name your kids after him. You hadn’t talked to many of the others about it, you weren’t as close with them. However, even with people whose opinions you would usually trust without thought assuring you that Dennis did not find you disgusting, you were utterly unconvinced.
Dennis was a refined, intelligent, put together man. He probably preferred a woman more along the lines of those standards. You did not fit that image. Your dismissal of Dennis’s alleged feelings were not solely based on your insecurities, however. As comfortable as you were with everyone from Patricia to even the Beast and all the personalities in between, you had never been able to create a connection between yourself and Dennis. It wasn’t for lack of trying, you used to always try to talk to Dennis when he was around. He wasn’t rude to you by any means, you could just tell that he was uncomfortable. He averted his eyes, answered quickly, and never initiated a conversation. At first you thought maybe you had an unevenly buttoned shirt, or a stain on your jeans, that maybe his OCD was the reason for his discomfort. However, no matter how you dressed or meticulously inspected yourself it was never enough.
You couldn’t believe you had fallen for him in the first place. It wasn’t as if you were in love when you first met him, though you couldn’t lie, seeing his body language and expressions did make you fairly attracted to him. You had primarily only found him attractive for the longest time. Your infatuation didn’t start until one night when you had stayed over at their place. You were up very late, sitting in the kitchen and sipping on a glass of water. Dennis had heard when you tripped over your own pajama pants and fell outside his door. You hadn’t disclosed your reasoning for requesting to stay at their home, but it was clear something was bothering you. Dennis approached you slowly.
“I’m sorry I woke you up,” you mumbled.
“You alright?” he asked. He stayed a good distance away from you, not quite willing to sit beside you or even stand beside you.
You rubbed your eyes, hoping he would think the redness was from your hand and not your tears. “Yeah, fine.”
Dennis simply stared at you for a second before he turned around and left without a word. You almost burst into tears then, not sure what you had expected, but hoping for something more. It was a good thing you didn’t though, because mere moments later he returned. You couldn’t speak you were so shocked when he walked up behind you, placing a much too big for you sweater around your shoulders. The warmth you felt startled you, as you honestly hadn’t even realized you were cold. Dennis smoothed the shoulders down over you, pressing out all the wrinkles. It was because of his OCD, but in that moment it just felt like a tender touch.
“It’s my old one, you can have it. I know Kevin makes it pretty cold in here.” He rumbled, his low voice sending more shivers down your spine.
You barely mumbled a thank you as he left, staring wide eyed at his retreating back.
It was sad that this was what turned the tables for you, but now anytime you saw him you felt a rush of emotions; nervousness, attraction, longing… honestly it was embarrassing. From that moment on you were sure every interaction was different, at least in your head. You thought he looked at you with a slightly difficult look in his eye, but it was probably nothing.
Part of you hoped he wouldn’t be home tonight, but part of you hoped he would be. You had requested again to stay with them again tonight, and Jade had cleared it with you. As you wandered down the endless corridors to get to their home, you tried not to think too much about Dennis and just focus on the directions you’d memorized to get to them. Two rights and a left later and you stepped up to their main door, raising a fist to knock.
“Hold on a minute,” you heard Jade stumble to the door, checking when you heard a thud and a curse. The door swung open and Jade froze, expression shifting from a welcoming smile to a rather coy one. “Well hello, foxy lady,” she teased.
You flushed, pulling down your skirt. “Shut up,” You stepped by her, hanging your purse on the coat rack. “thanks again for letting me stay over… again,”
Jade ignored you, striding over and spinning you around to face her. She bit her lip, giving you a once over. “Well if you’re tryna catch his attention you’re definitely on the right track,”
“I’m not, shut up!” You were lying. You definitely picked out a pleated black and yellow plaid skirt with an oversized black off the shoulder sweater for a reason – and the lack of bra was also for a reason. It wasn’t too obvious, though. You weren’t that brave.
Jade was, though. She reached out and gave your boob a squeeze, laughing when you squealed and swatted her away. “What’s this for then?”
You tried to hide your smile. “I just felt like it.”
“Well I’m impressed but I’m not the one you’re trying to impress,” Jade giggled. “Sit down, I’ll start the movie.”
You flopped onto the couch, pulling your skirt down over your thighs. It was pretty short…
You had a bad day. A really bad day. Your roommate was a bitch but she charged low rates. On days when she was particularly bad you stayed over with Kevin and the alters. In your heated rush to pack your bag and head out you had made a rash decision. You were mad at your roommate and your landlord and some asshole on the freeway and when you thought of him, Dennis too. So you were going to make it hard for him to ignore you. You knew he had a thing for pleated skirts and obviously braless girls, Barry had made fun of his fashion taste enough in the past. You were gonna piss everyone off today. However, as you walked down the corridors your anger cooled, and you had begun to realize what you were wearing, just as you were now, sitting on the couch.
You couldn’t focus on the movie at all. You were too stressed that Dennis would take the light at some point tonight, or that Jade would convince him to. You didn’t think she noticed your discomfort. By the end of the movie you had wiggled your skirt so low it was hanging lower on your hips, and Jade was almost asleep. She let out a yawn, stretching her arms above her head.
“It’s late girl,” she stood, rubbing her eyes. “I’m gonna head to sleep.”
You breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully she’d go to sleep and nobody else would get the light, and if she didn’t you’d get to bed fast anyway. “Okay, I’ll go soon too.”
“Gnight, Y/N.” Jade mumbled, shuffling to her room.
You stayed there for a moment before finally getting up the energy to stand. You were tired too. You winced at your skirt’s waistband cutting into your hips. You glanced around the corner, making sure there was no sign of Jade before you pulled up your skirt. Geez, it barely covered your ass. You hoped you hadn’t flashed anyone on your way there…
You decided tonight you would grab yourself a glass of water first and then head to bed, so you grabbed your bag and made your way to the kitchen. You stood on your tippy toes and grabbed yourself a glass. You filled it with water and began to walk to your room, but, because you were ever a klutz, tripped over your own feet. Now thankfully you didn’t fall, but you did definitely drop the entire glass on the floor. You cursed. The glass somehow didn’t shatter, but did leave a rather large puddle and roll all the way under the table. You decided you would tackle the puddle first. You managed to soak most of it up with half a roll of paper towels pretty quickly, you just needed the glass. You knelt down, spotting it on the other side of the table. Shifting to your hands and knees you almost had to go completely under the table, but you did manage to grab it. Just as you grasped the glass, you heard a voice behind you.
“Fucking hell.”
You knew that voice anywhere. You cringed inwardly, scooting out from under the table and trying your best not to look at Dennis, who was undoubtedly disgusted by the mess he knew you just made. “Sorry, I dropped my glass… I cleaned it up, and the glass didn’t even break, see? I -"
You broke and looked up at him, but froze when you saw him. His expression was not one you had seen before. His fists were clenched and so was his jaw. His eyes were not on the damp floor or the unbroken glass, but on your skirt. You swallowed. Oh yeah, your skirt. You were just bent over in front of him. He had to be blind to not have seen all the way to your thong.
His chest heaved under his white night t shirt and you could tell his teeth were clenched as he spoke. “What… what are you doing?”
“I…” you swallowed, slowly standing up. “Cleaning up my mess…”
He wasn’t satisfied with that answer. He just stared at you, his face and body so tense it looked like he was fighting something. You pulled down your skirt a little, and his eyes darted down to it.
“Why are you wearing that? You never dress like this,”
“You know what I dress like?” you cringed inwardly. That was not the conversation you should be having. You didn’t know what conversation you should be having, but if wasn’t that.
“Yes, I’ve been around you and seen what you wear. It isn’t that.”
You felt a little offended by his attitude towards you. Usually he was passive, but right now he was being so aggressive. “Why does it matter? Maybe I had a date or I just thought I looked good,”
His expression changed. “Why did you have a date?”
“I didn’t,” you admitted, half wishing you’d have lied. “But I could’ve,”
“With who?”
You blinked. “Nobody, I just said -"
“You said you could have. You could have had a date with who?”
This was a strange conversation. You could almost, almost see jealousy in Dennis's eyes. So you made a decision. If you were wrong this would be the most embarrassing moment in your life, but if you were right…
You stepped forward, pulling your skirt back up on your hips. You noted his lingering gaze. “Dennis, why does that matter? If I want a date I will go get one. I have nobody pining over me or waiting for me so I have no reason not to. So if I want to pull up my skirt and take off my bra and go find somebody who thinks I’m beautiful and wants to take me home I will. I have nothing stopping me, do I?”
You were at a standstill. You wouldn’t speak until he spoke first. You felt triumphant, confident.
Then, Dennis turned to leave.
You watched in shock as he rounded the corner, all of your confidence draining. You were wrong. “Fuck you and fuck me,” you mumbled. Tears welled in your eyes. “Asshole.”
“What was that?”
You shook your head, grabbing your bag and stomping down the hallway with hi.. “I said fuck you and fuck me, you asshole.”
“Why?”
You stopped, spinning to face him. “Because you can’t be a normal person. You can’t just reject me or tell me you’re not interested, you just walk away. You walk away like your better than me and you are I guess but you don’t have to be such a fucking dick about it!”
“Reject you?”
“Yes, reject me. What you think I dressed like your fantasy chick and stare at you all the time? Because I’m interested in somebody else?”
Dennis looked stunned. Completely and utterly stunned. You felt your heart beat slow. You were at another standstill, but this time he was cemented in place.
“You didn’t know that?” you asked.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why me?”
You felt your heart melt as his voice broke. You thought it had been obvious. “Because… you’re sweet, deep down. You’re protective, you care so deeply for Kevin and the others, you’re smart and eloquent … I love your accent, you’re so identifiable from the others, you’re handsome and brave… because you’re you, Dennis.”
Dennis had tears welled in his eyes, and he looked like he was assessing you, searching for a reason to doubt you.
You decided to take another risk. You walked to him slowly, giving him enough time to back away if he needed. You stopped right in front of him, so close you could feel the heat coming off of his body. You moved incredibly slowly, giving him even more time to back away, but he still didn’t. So you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your head on his chest. It took him a moment but to your surprise, he slowly wrapped his arms around you too. Your heart was beating so hard you were sure he could feel it, but you could feel his too. His body was firm and warm and you never wanted to let go. You felt his breath on your ear as he nuzzled into you.
“Is this a rejection hug?” you mumbled.
“No,” Dennis’s chest rumbled as he spoke.
You squeezed him lightly, gently starting to stroke his back. It took him a moment, but you felt Dennis’s hand shakily, slowly lower. With one hand he played with the hem of your shirt, and with the other he gently rubbed the place your bra would be. You slid a hand under his shirt, letting it rest on his side and giving him permission to do the same.
His hand slid under slowly, just barely grazing your skin with his fingertips before he let himself lay his hand flat on your back. He shuddered as he felt up your bare back, imagining what was on the other side. You could feel his hesitation to touch you any further. Your body was screaming for him to touch you, but you were also scared of this being a one time thing. You loved him, this would be more than sex for you.
“Dennis?”
He retracted his hand, assuming he had crossed a line. “I’m sorry, I -"
“No no,” you grabbed his larger hand, holding it as best you could in yours. “If you want to take me into your bedroom and screw me and then pretend it never happened I can’t do that. I can’t get you for a night and never have you again, I want so much more with you. So tell me now, please.”
Dennis stared down at you as if you had three heads. “Nobody’s ever looked at me like you do,” he mumbled.
You flushed and looked away, focusing on his hand. He pulled it from your hand and instead engulfed yours with his. He gave it a squeeze. “Please don’t ever stop,” He said.
You couldn’t keep the smile that spread across your face off. You brought his hand to your cheek, pressing against him and closing your eyes. He released your hand and held your face for a moment before he moved again, threading his hand through your hair and cupping the base of you head. He watched you closely for any sign you wanted him to stop. You made sure not to give him any. Slowly, he leaned in, stopping again just before your lips touched. You stood up on your toes and pressed your mouth on his, your whole body electrifying. You’d fantasized about this for so long, and it was everything you’d ever dreamed of. He was perfect, the hand on the back of your neck firm hut not painful, his other hand traveling down your side and under your shirt to squeeze your waist. You couldn’t decide where to put your hands first. He was finally yours to hold and squeeze and just touch. Your right hand cupped his jaw, loving the feel of him moving in the kiss. Your other hand mimicked his, under his shirt and feeling up his back. You moaned into his mouth and he gripped your hair along with your neck, and you squeaked when he pulled you forwards. He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.
“I… I want…” you couldn’t get the words out, or you couldn’t decide on them, you weren’t even sure.
He understood. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
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This is part one, do we want a part two? I may have some smut on the way... lol I'm in such need for Dennis content I'm just writing it myself.
#split x reader#split#James McAvoy#split dennis#dennis#kevin wendell crumb#fandom#fanfiction#fanfic#fluff#angst#x reader#oneshot#m night shyamalan#m. night shyamalan#james mcavoy x reader#part one
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~Metal Family headcanons~
These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf
Glam
Bisexual
Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.
He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.
Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.
Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.
He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.
This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.
This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.
Vicky
Also bisexual!
Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)
She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?
She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.
She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.
Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.
Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.
Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.
Rest of the family under the cut!
Heavy
Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.
Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.
I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.
Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.
He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!
Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.
Dee
I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.
Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.
Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.
The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.
Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.
He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.
Ches
Pansexual.
He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?
Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?
Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.
More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.
Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.
Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.
Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.
That would be all!
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cheer up, buttercup!
order #001: large banana milk tea with pudding and grass jelly for Cha Eunwoo, requested by my lovely @daybreakx !
-> enemies to lovers! & college!Cha Eunwoo x (gn) reader
-> warnings: some angst and food mentions! also drinking/alcohol mentions and everyone is really mean to the reader >:0
-> where Eunwoo is the president of your department and you're the vice president. you work your hardest but always end up second to him.
[a/n]: i'm sorry for the CHAOS that this is and i feel like there is minimal (?) fluff but i hope you enjoYY THIS WAS FUN
You and Eunwoo had major beef. There wasn't even an event that started it all, but Eunwoo treated you with such disrespect from the start. And of course, anyone who disrespected you was on your list of... well, the closest thing to a list of enemies.
The first time you met him was in freshman year at the orientation before classes began. There was a basketball game going on and Eunwoo was playing. You watched from the sidelines in the shade, cheering him on at first because he was playing on behalf of your department.
Then, the ball flew in your direction. Eunwoo had tried to get the ball back for his team, but ended up accidentally throwing it towards you.
Luckily, it fell somewhere to your left, but it gave you such a fright that you stood up and started panting.
A few of the people who were playing rushed over to make sure you were okay, but Eunwoo didn't even throw a look your way.
"You, from our department? Just throw the ball back!" was all he said to you.
It made your blood boil.
Eunwoo was known for being a little blunt anyway, but he definitely went out of his way to grind your gears.
"Where is the president?" the social convenor asked.
You sighed, checking the time and noticing that Eunwoo was fifteen minutes late.
"If I knew where he was... If only I knew," you mumbled.
"Why is Eunwoo even the president, anyway?" another member of the student council asked.
"Because he's hot and cool and everyone likes him!" a girl squealed. You couldn't even remember what her position in the student council was, but judging by her comment, you realized that she must be here just for Eunwoo.
"He's absolutely dumb, does nothing all day yet somehow gets A's! Of course, why wouldn't he be the president?" your tone was dripping with sarcasm and your anger was almost about to overflow.
Until that man walked into the meeting room, at last.
"I'm dumb and do nothing all day? Why, thank you. I'm here, now," Eunwoo declared, strolling towards his seat. He had his black leather jacket slung over a shoulder.
God, I hate my life, you thought to yourself.
"That's what [y/n], said, but I don't think that way!" the girl who squealed earlier spoke.
"Thanks, Stacy."
Eunwoo only flashed her a quick smile before he sat back in his seat.
"So, what are we doing?"
"What do you mean, 'what are we doing'? We have an open house tomorrow and tons of high school students will be checking on our department! You're the president, you were supposed to-"
Eunwoo hushes you by raising up his hand from where it was resting on his thigh.
"It's all good, I've got it sorted."
He slammed down a notebook onto the table.
"I've taken notes on how open houses have been previously organized and have put them all in this book. I highlighted the events that seemed like they had a lot of potential, so look through those and decide on something, alright? I'll be off," Eunwoo explained, standing up.
"Where are you going?" you almost spat out at Eunwoo. He walks in here, makes a fool out of you and then decides to leave?
"To go 'be dumb and do nothing all day'. Isn't that what you said I do?"
He glared at you slightly before leaving the room.
"[y/n], you made Nunu so angry! Nunu, don't be mad, come back!" Stacy screamed, chasing after him.
You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.
"This idiot really thought I wouldn't know about the past open houses..."
You slam down the notebook that you had also brought.
"Damn... so he really just provided us some useless info and left?" the social convenor asks, shaking their head.
"Yeah, pretty much," you say.
-
So how did you and Eunwoo end up as vice president and president, anyway? Well, these positions were given to the students with the highest grades. Eunwoo had the highest, so he was given the title of president. You were trailing close behind, and were given the title of vice president.
You always told yourself that you should have been the president, and rightfully so! Eunwoo never did anything but play games on his phone, anyway.
When the open house event finally rolled around, you and Eunwoo were supposed to give a speech in a lecture hall to get the day started. It was mostly to welcome the high school students and lift the spirits of everyone there, not too big of a deal!
But still, big enough of a deal that Eunwoo should have shown up.
He didn't. And you were anything but surprised.
Forced to deliver your speech and somehow improvise along the way to make up for Eunwoo's missing presence, you were shocked to find that the audience started clapping right as you finished. It felt as though your hard work had paid off, and you stepped back, smiling at everyone in the crowd.
Until Eunwoo walked up to the mic, flashing a smile of his own and greeting everyone.
Yep, they had all been clapping for him, not for you.
Eunwoo turned and looked at you, mouthing, "did you prepare my script?"
"You were supposed to do that! Do I look like your secretary?"
Eunwoo scowled at you and turned to everyone who was seated. He ended up repeating a bunch of the same things that you had said and received an enthusiastic applause. You sighed from behind the curtains, wondering why Eunwoo always got the credit for all your hard work. It was probably his looks, but still.
Throughout the day, you walked around campus and ensured that everything was running smoothly. Eunwoo was supposed to be doing the same, you hoped, and you asked him this when you ran into him outside of the campus student centre.
"Have you been walking around like you were supposed to?"
"I'll deal with my business on my own," he said, almost scoffing at you. He was standing there scrolling through his phone.
"This isn't 'your business'? We're literally supposed to be working together!"
"Stop nagging me, [y/n]. I don't like it when you do that," he grumbled.
"Yeah, well I don't like you!" you yelled, storming away from him. You felt... very embarrassed. What kind of comeback was that? It sounded like something a child would say... oh, well.
You saw your friend handing out some goodies at a table outside and approached them.
"How's it going, vice president?" they asked you, handing you a snack.
"Terrible," you groaned, opening it and eating some.
"Why, what's up?"
"Cha Eunwoo is being a pain in the butt, as always," you sighed.
"You might want to watch what you say," your friend mumbled, pointing behind you.
You turned around a little too late as the snack in your hands was whisked away by Cha Eunwoo himself.
"You're the only pain in the butt here, [y/n]," he said, eating your snacks.
"What are you doing here?! You should be on the other side of campus!" you yelled.
"And you shouldn't be here, either," Eunwoo said with a glare.
"Can y'all go argue somewhere else? You're scaring the highschoolers away," your friend complained, nodding in the direction of some highschoolers who were hesitant to approach the snack stand because you and Eunwoo were arguing.
"Go attend to your duties, [y/n]," Eunwoo huffed, walking away from you.
You angrily stomped the ground, walking away and feeling a little embarrassed because you could feel the high schoolers watching you.
-
"[y/n], why won't you learn from Eunwoo a bit? I understand that he's the president and you're only the vice, but you could have at least prepared what we needed you to prepare!" the director of your department told you, shaking her head at you.
You tried to contain yourself and looked down as you rolled your eyes. The only reason Eunwoo was more prepared than you were today was because he had stolen what you prepared and claimed it was his instead.
"I understand, I'm sorry."
"You're at risk of getting your position taken away, [y/n]! This is a warning."
After leaving the director's office, you were met wih a grinning Eunwoo who was sat on the couches in the lobby.
"What are you looking at?" you asked him.
"Thanks for these papers, [y/n]," he said, holding up your hard work.
"I didn't even give them to you. You took them from me, but okay," you said, leaving him there.
You walked to a coffee shop that was on the same floor to get something to refresh yourself. Since it was so early in the morning on a weekend, the building was fairly quiet and empty. It wasn't hard to overhear a conversation.
"Eunwoo, I think [y/n] has not been taking their vice president duties seriously these days. Do you think we should find someone else?"
The director's voice.
"Do the other members of student council agree?"
Eunwoo's voice.
"I haven't spoken to them-"
"Then [y/n] remains as vice. I haven't seen any sort of slacking or a lack of seriousness from them, and I don't think anyone else is fit for the role."
Did Eunwoo just... compliment and defend you?
You turned around with your drink in hand to find that it was indeed Eunwoo talking with your director. Then, you quickly scurried away to avoid being seen by them, feeling very confused.
-
"Cheers!" everyone shouted around the table, clinking their glasses together before downing their contents. After a successful open house, everyone had gathered at a bar to celebrate. You squirmed in your spot beside Eunwoo, feeling uncomfortable. He rolled his eyes at you and shifted even closer to you, leaving you with less room to sit than before.
"Is that better?" he asked, smirking at you.
You frowned, pressing your foot on top of his clearly new shoes.
"Is that better?" you asked him.
"Why are you guys so close? Are you about to kiss or something?" one of the student council members asked.
"No! Ew-"
"And what if we did?" Eunwoo asked, glaring at the member.
What the hell?
The member looked down at their drink, unsure of what to say. The atmosphere grew awkwardly quiet until someone asked if everyone wanted more drinks, to which there were murmurs of agreement.
"Hey, [y/n], I overheard the director talking with you in her office today. Did she really threaten to kick you out as vice president?" the student council member next to you asked.
You laughed awkwardly, already feeling uncomfortable.
"Yeah... I'm working hard, though! So I'm sure it won't happen."
"Are you sure? You weren't able to prepare what the director asked you to, and there's been countless times where Eunwoo has always had to do things for you..."
You were in such shock. Everyone in student council knew that Eunwoo just acted like he was on top of everything, meanwhile you were doing all the work. Even for his grades, he never studied but was at the top because of all the people who handed him study notes and past tests to get his attention. You worked so hard...
"... I get that you're the vice president, but shouldn't you be trying a little harder? Hey... [y/n]? Are you crying?"
You couldn't help it... it had all been building up until now. You didn't even realize you were crying, though, until this guy pointed it out to you. His hand on your shoulder felt like it was suffocating you...
"What the hell have you been on about, you idiot?" Eunwoo growled from your right. You turned to him and he was glaring at the boy who had been talking to you.
"I-"
"Don't even talk. There's nothing but garbage coming out of your mouth. Come on, [y/n], let's go," Eunwoo said, grabbing your hand and guiding you out of there.
You were extremely confused, but more than anything, you were just sad. So you didn't stop Eunwoo when he led you outside of the bar.
"Is everything okay? Take some deep breaths." Eunwoo was staring right into your eyes as he spoke to you, reaching out his thumb to gently wipe your tears away.
"What's... going on?"
"That idiot was saying some useless garbage so I brought you out here. I can leave if you want to be alone-"
"No! No, please don't go," you begged, holding on tightly to his sleeve. You couldn't help it, you completely broke down and found yourself sobbing into his chest. What was weirder was that Eunwoo had his arms wrapped around you and was rubbing your back...
After you calmed done, Eunwoo insisted that he walk you back to your dorm.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" you asked him, sniffling quietly.
He threw his hands in his pockets and stared at the ground.
"I don't like it when people are mean to you, [y/n]," he said quietly.
"But you're mean to me all the time!" you pointed out.
"You're the one who started being mean to me!" Eunwoo whined.
You stopped walking.
"I started being mean to you? Eunwoo, you know you're the one who threw a basketball at me that day and never apologized, right?"
Eunwoo stared at the dark sky for a moment as he tried to remember what you were talking about. Then his eyes widened and he looked at you.
"Oh... I swear, there's an explanation-"
"There better be!"
"This is going to sound dumb but... I felt too shy to look at you... which is why I avoided you like that."
What? Eunwoo, the most cocky and arrogant president you know, was shy?
"Why in the world were you shy, Eunwoo?"
It wasn't just the slight breeze in the air that was turning his cheeks red, now. He was about to tell you something important.
"Ever since the first day at the orientation week... I thought you were really... attractive. And then, learning about you through all the icebreakers just made things worse. I don't really know how to handle my feelings, so maybe that's why I came across as so rude."
There was silence as you processed everything and starting walking to your dorm again.
"Eunwoo... if you had just cleared this all up a little sooner, we wouldn't have been like cats and dogs," you said, laughing nervously and touching the back of your neck.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"Do you still... like me?" you asked him quietly.
Eunwoo paused before answering. "I don't think I could ever just stop liking you."
Both of you giggled at his cheesy words. You felt like you were on another planet. The boy you'd hated so much turned out to have a crush on you?
"You don't need to tell me how you feel anytime soon. I know there's been a lot of misunderstandings... so let's just clear those up first?" Eunwoo cocked his head to one side.
"If you get to my dorm faster than me, I'll consider it!" you yelled before running in the direction of your residence building.
"I don't even know where you live!" Eunwoo yelled after you, following you along.
"What kind of president are you? You don't even know where your vice president lives?" you yelled back, sticking your tongue out at him.
Suddenly, Eunwoo caught up to you and started racing ahead. Of course he knew where you lived. He liked you.
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it’s just around the corner darling (‘cause it lives in me)
8-year-old Annabeth is supposed to be sleeping. Instead, she overhears a few things she probably shouldn't.
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Aka I get very in my feels about pre-TLT found family and baby Annabeth
“She’s a little kid, of course she’s fuckin’ slow.”
Thalia’s words seemed to turn Annabeth’s blood to ice.
She was supposed to be sleeping, and she almost had been before Grover and Thalia had started yelling at each other outside the door of the safe house they’d just barely made it too.
Well, until Thalia had started yelling at Grover, because Grover didn’t really yell, and he definitely didn’t yell at Thalia, who he always seemed particularly nervous and twitchy around.
All thoughts of sleeping were immediately banished as panic seized Annabeth instead.
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She kept herself as still as possible, eyes shut like she was sleeping. She heard Luke shift, maybe looking over his shoulder.
Annabeth wished she could see his face. Did he think she was slow too? Did Grover want to leave her behind? Luke would never let that happen, Annabeth knew that much, but she couldn’t help the guilt from washing over her anyway. Luke had had to carry her the last few miles tonight because her legs just wouldn’t work anymore, not matter how hard she tried to push them. That had only happened a few times ever, Annabeth made sure of it, but she knew they were trying to go fast now, and they were walking and running more than they ever had before. Luke hadn’t been mad, just scooped her up when he saw her stumbling. But they had gone slower after that, and it was her fault.
Annabeth felt her eyes prickle with tears, and she blinked them into her makeshift pillow. Crying was stupid, and it wasnt going to make her faster. She willed herself to stop before anyone could hear— Luke thought she was asleep, and she didn’t want to admit that she wasn’t.
Thalia and Grover were talking again, but their voices were just barely too quiet for her to make out the words. Thalia sounded mad, and Grover was talking fast, like he was trying to get the words out before Thalia yelled at him again. Annabeth picked up Grover saying “please” a few times, and then Thalia saying “no” very forcefully. They argued for another minute, Annabeth’s heart beating in nervous anticipation for each word.
“Don’t bring it up again,” Thalia snapped, loud enough for Annabeth to hear, and then she heard the door of the safe house being pulled back, and soft footsteps walking inside.
“Is she asleep?” Thalia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. It was a sharp contrast from the tone she’d been using outside with Grover. Luke must have nodded, because Thalia sighed, and Annabeth heard her sitting down.
“What was that all about?” Luke asked. Annabeth could hear the forced casual tone he was putting on. If Annabeth had heard part of the conversation then Luke must have too, but he seemed like he wanted Thalia herself to tell him. Thalia made a displeased noise.
“Grover wants me and him to go ahead. Without you two,” she said, lowering her voice even more than she had when she first entered the safe house. Despite how quiet they were, Annabeth could still practically feel the distaste in her words. Annabeth could feel her heart speeding up uncomfortably. Was Thalia going to leave them behind? But she didn’t sound happy about it at all, and that calmed Annabeth’s nerves a little.
“What did you say?” Luke asked. The forced tone was gone, replaced by irritation, Annabeth thought. It was harder to tell without being able to see his expression, but Annabeth could imagine the frown on his face pretty well.
“I told him where he could stick his furry little hooves,” Thalia muttered bitterly. Annabeth didn’t quite understand what that meant, but judging from the way Luke snorted it was probably kind of rude.
“Bet he liked that,” Luke said, sarcastically.
“Whatever. He’s the reason we’re behind anyway,” Thalia said.
She sounded angry. Annabeth knew that shouldn’t make her feel good. Thalia being mad never tended to end well, regardless of where her anger was directed. But Annabeth couldn’t help but feel a rush of relief anyway. If Thalia was angry at Grover’s suggestion then that meant wasn’t leaving.
At the same time, her words filled Annabeth with dread. They were behind, and that was bad, and Annabeth was slowing them down. Even Thalia had said so.
“Why did he want to split up at all? Isn’t three fighters better than one?” Luke asked. The forced casualness was back, and Annabeth didn’t like it, but she couldn’t help but feel a little burst of pride that he’d counted her as one of the fighters in the group.
Thalia sighed again, and Annabeth heard a scraping noise. A second later the heat from the campfire flared.
“He said it would be faster,” Thalia said finally, reluctantly, “And that it might be safer for you two to not have me around.”
“That’s bullshit,” Luke said, angrily.
“I… I don’t know. Maybe.”
“What, you think you’re special?” Luke said, though now his tone was laced with amusement.
“Well apparently I smell extra tasty,” Thalia replied, only a hint sarcastic. Luke laughed, low and quiet.
“I don’t think it matters,” he said, “Annie had monsters crawling all over her all by herself.”
Annabeth had to actively repress a shudder at the thought. She couldn’t move, couldn’t let them figure out she was awake— they would stop talking about adult things and she would miss it.
“That’s true,” Thalia said, though she didn’t sound entirely convinced.
“You’re not thinking about it, are you?”
“Of course I’m not,” Thalia said, sounding offended that Luke had even asked, “I’m pissed he even brought it up, especially after Annabeth was the one to save all our asses from that cyclops. He kept saying she’s slowing us down but we’d all be dead without her.”
Annabeth felt the same mixture of dread and pride as before. She was useful enough to not leave behind. Even if she was slow, and thinking of the cyclops cave made her want to cry.
“Asshole. He’s the one slowing us down, not knowing where the fuck he’s going,” Luke muttered darkly.
“I almost feel bad for the guy,” Thalia sighed. Annabeth heard more scraping and felt the fire flare again. “I mean he’s a kid just like us.”
“A kid who’s going to get us all killed if we’re not careful.”
Thalia hummed in agreement, and they were quiet for a minute. Annabeth didn’t really know what to think. She liked Grover— he was funny and he let her touch his hooves and he taught her how to play hacky sack— but she could tell that Luke didn’t and Thalia was starting not to. And Grover apparently didn’t like her. Or he thought she was slow, at least— but that made Thalia and Luke mad, even if they thought it was true. It was all very confusing, but she thought Luke and Thalia were on her side, at least.
“Is it weird I like watching her sleep?” Thalia asked, finally. With a start Annabeth realized they were talking about her. She tried extra hard to keep her breathing even.
“Why, ‘cause she’s not chattering your ear off?” Luke teased. Annabeth heard a soft thump and Luke’s laughter, and knew Thalia had probably punched him in the arm.
“I’d have her chat my ear off any day than have her be quiet like she’s been,” Thalia said. Luke didn’t reply. The only sound in the room was the crackling of the campfire. Annabeth could feel both their eyes on her, and she forced herself to keep looking asleep.
“I think the whole cyclops thing really freaked her out,” Thalia sighed, when Luke hadn’t spoken for a minute.
“Of course it freaked her out, she watched us all almost get eaten,” he snapped, his voice angry. Annabeth’s stomach turned. She tried to keep her expression smooth, even though she could practically smell the cyclops’ lair again. She resisted the urge to wrinkle her nose, or better yet, open her eyes and confirm that she wasn’t back there again. Their voices weren’t good enough to do that anymore, not after the monster had stolen them. She repressed another shudder.
“Well that’s why we have to get to this camp thing, right? So she doesn’t have to see shit like that anymore.”
Thalia sounded calm, not mad, but when Luke spoke again he still sounded angry.
“Bit late for that,” he said, voice quiet and bitter, and Thalia sighed again.
“Better late than never.”
Luke didn’t say anything.
Annabeth felt nerves swoop through her stomach. Did Luke not want to go to camp? He’d made it sound nice when he’d told her about it, but now he just sounded mad. Thalia wanted to, and that was a comforting thought for a minute until Annabeth remembered that Grover had wanted to split them up. But Thalia had also said she wasn’t leaving, and she’d sounded sure about that. Everything was so confusing, and Annabeth didn’t know how to figure it out. It didn’t help that her brain felt dizzy from being tired.
It took a while for either of them to talk again, to the point where Annabeth had almost drifted off to sleep for real. When Thalia spoke again her voice was quiet, so much so that Annabeth almost thought she dreamed it.
“She looks relaxed. Like a normal kid on a camping trip or something. That’s why I like watching her sleep.”
Luke sighed, heavy and deep.
“You should get some too,” he said, not really acknowledging Thalia’s words.
“You need to rest too,” Thalia said, lightly, “Grover’s keeping watch.”
Luke snorted again at that, but it was much less humorous this time. Thalia didn’t seem amused, anyway.
“Come on. You’re exhausted.”
“I’ll wake you up in a few hours and we can switch,” Luke said. Thalia made an annoyed noise, but didn’t say anything else. Annabeth felt someone lie down next to her, felt light fingers adjust the jacket she was using as a blanket so it covered her arms more fully.
Annabeth didn’t want to sleep. She knew there would be nightmares waiting for her the second she slipped out of consciousness, and she didn’t want to see them again.
But they would be walking a lot tomorrow, and she couldn’t walk if she was tired. And if she couldn’t walk then she would slow them down even more than she already was.
So instead of resisting it anymore, she let the exhaustion wash over her, pulling her into bad dreams. It would be okay in the morning. Her family would be there when she woke up, and she wasn’t going to let them down.
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Hi there! Love your writing and wanted to send in a quick request for a Bucky x Plus Size Reader fic. Reader is shy and socially awkward while her friend, Dottie, is seen as more attractive and social. As a result, most men notice HER rather than Reader. That is until Bucky comes along. Cue Dottie trying to flirt with him, much to reader's frustration. Would love to see a Reader, Dottie, Bucky love triangle, maybe some jealousy and pining that leads to smut?
hi! a couple of things. this didn’t really lead to smut but there are a couple sexual jokes/innuendos, and it might not entirely follow your request perfectly. there are also some negative comments about weight (all coming from dottie tho). however, if you’d like me to redo it, just let me know! sorry for taking so long, love.
It was always something like this. You would be left alone, much to your dismay, as Dottie goes off with yet another man. You couldn’t stay mad at her—she was your best friend, and she meant everything to you. And yet, it still rubbed you the wrong way when she would just leave you without a second thought.
Sometimes, after work, the two of you were supposed to meet by the elevators, so you could go out to eat. Days like today. Only today, Dottie was nowhere to be seen.
You looked around the Avengers tower, sighing. You were just a secretary. You weren’t allowed above the floor in which you were stationed—if you were ever promoted, that would be a different story. So you stood, waiting by the elevators. Pulling out your phone, you tried calling Dottie, but to no avail. She didn’t answer.
You groaned softly and stuffed your phone back in your pocket, crossing your arms over your chest.
The elevator doors opened up behind you, and you moved just slightly closer to the wall to avoid getting in anyone’s way. You looked towards the elevator, locking eyes with Steve Rogers. He was always nice—he also always greeted you with a smile when he came in. But standing beside him was his best friend; Bucky Barnes. When you turned your attention to him, you couldn’t help but try to keep your cheeks from burning. He was looking right at you. At least, you thought he was. The slap on your arm drew you out of your mind.
“[Your name],” Dot said, crossing her arms over her chest. She was gorgeous. He had to have been staring at her. “Come on. We’re going to be late because of you,” she rolled her eyes.
You wanted to counteract. But you stayed quiet, just nodding.
As the two of you passed by Steve and Bucky, Bucky kept his eyes on you.
Steve waited until you both were gone before he looked at his friend. “She’s really sweet, Buck. Go for it.”
He rolled his eyes. “Leave me alone.”
—
You saw Bucky more often, and you had even started talking to him on a daily basis. However, you also started seeing Dottie more often as well. She was always there when Bucky was around. You thought it was odd, seeing as Dottie worked towards one of the back rooms and Bucky was an Avenger. You never understood why he hung around your little nook until Dot blatantly flirted with him one day. Right in front of you.
“You know, I’m sure that hand of yours could do wonders,” Dottie said, leaning against the counter of your station, grinning in Bucky’s direction as he handed you a coffee.
You hadn’t even asked for it, and yet, he got one for you from the breakroom.
You diverted your attention from the kind man to your friend, your eyes wide. “Dot, what the hell—”
Dot rolled her eyes again. She had been doing that a lot, lately. She just smiled, batting her eyelashes in Bucky’s direction. “I’ve got a pretty nice place. You could come by, we could watch a couple—”
“—no thank you,” Bucky smiled softly. It took everything in him not to admit that he didn’t like her in that way. No, he liked someone else. But he didn’t have the guts to tell her that. Not yet, anyway.
“What?” Dottie stared him down, keeping her smile plastered to her face. “Why not? Am I not skinny enough for you? I can work on that, cutie. It’s not a big deal.”
Oh, you thought, she’s doing this on purpose.
It was no secret that you were a bigger girl. And while most days, you were perfectly fine with your body, snide comments like that always made you insecure. And Dottie did that a lot. You wondered if that was one of the reasons you weren’t surprised she said it.
“I promise, doll, it has nothing to do with that,” Bucky said, staring right back at her. He was appalled that she would even think that. It didn’t even occur to him why she would say something like that until he looked at you. He could see how uncomfortable you were and he clenched his jaw before making eye contact with Dot again. “You know what?”
Dottie began to smile. “What?”
“I don’t think we’re ‘meant to be,’” he softly scoffed. “You’re pretty, but I don’t like you like that.”
“Oh, come on,” she groaned, leaning against the counter again. She kept her arms under her breasts, pushing them up as she talked to Bucky. “You’ve got to be kidding. We’d be perfect together.”
“Dot, just give it a break,” you said, getting to your feet. “He said he doesn’t like you.”
Dottie broke her trance on Bucky, turning her full attention to you. “I’m sorry, were you under the impression that I was talking to you?” she asked, letting out a curt laugh. “I don’t know where you got that impression, but sweetheart, Bucky wouldn’t go for someone like you.”
“Like me?” you asked, tears stinging your eyes. What a good friend she was.
“Who the fuck said you know what I like?” Bucky huffed through his nose. “Dot, leave. Before I call security. Hell, I’ll just take you out myself. Don’t you ever,” he said, walking over to her, pushing her off the counter, “talk to [Your name] that.”
“What are you gonna do?” Dot leaned forward, close enough to his face that he could feel her breath on his lips.
Bucky took a step back, glaring at the woman. “Just go.”
Dottie stamped her heeled foot to the ground like a child before she looked right at you, once more. You could feel the coldness radiating off her glare. “You’re such a fucking fatass. I was only ever friends with you because you made me look ten times hotter than I already was, bitch.”
She didn’t dare to look at Bucky, quickly rushing off before he could react.
You bit your lip, holding back any more tears that you had.
The man standing in front of your desk turned to face you, his anger washing into concern when he saw your tears.
“Hey…”
He walked around to where you were standing and he pulled you into a hug. You welcomed it. You couldn't believe that Dottie acted that way. You never thought she would say something like that, but you supposed there was always a side of people that you would never see until they didn’t get what they really wanted.
“She’s not even pretty,” Bucky said, in an attempt to comfort you.
You laughed and pulled back. “She is, Buck. She is. But… but her personality is shit, isn’t it?” you asked, looking up at him.
Bucky smiled. “Yeah. Shit.”
You sniffled softly and wiped your tears away.
“You don’t have to stick around here anymore,” you softly said, moving to sit back down in your seat.
Bucky took your hand rather quickly, stopping you. “I only ever came to talk to you. Dot was just a… roadblock.”
You narrowed your eyes for a moment. “A roadblock?” While you most definitely might have had another phrase in mind, you couldn’t help but melt at the smile he gave you.
“I only ever wanted to talk to you. I was too… chicken to actually tell you, but I really like you, [Your name].”
“Really?”
“I wouldn’t lie about something like that,” he grinned, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.
You welcomed the physical contact, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Well… well, uh, maybe let’s not talk about that here, while we’re at work—”
“—then let’s go talk about it somewhere else,” Bucky smiled. “I… have a bike.”
“A bike?”
“Motorbike.”
Your cheeks burned again. “I, uh, think I’d rather walk if we were to go anywhere.”
Bucky smiled even more. “You’ll be fine. And if anyone says anything, I’ll get you out of trouble.”
“That’s not what I’m concerned about—”
Bucky knew what you were referencing. He just chuckled, taking both of your hands in his. “Trust me. It’ll be okay.”
Dottie was a total bitch—she made you cry in front of the guy you liked. However, it led to not only you getting out of work early that afternoon, but it gave you an opportunity to really get to know Bucky. As much as you hated to say that, you kind of owed your relationship with Bucky to Dottie—without her, the two of you would have probably longed after each other for years before someone slipped up and said something.
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A/N: Maybe one last part after this?
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* You’re sitting on a bench outside, listening to Shoko and Nanami talk about something
* The breeze caresses your face
* It’s so quiet
* You haven’t experienced silence like this in years
* And there’s only one reason why you’re suddenly experiencing it now
* Your eyes stray from the dancing branches that hover above you to the dancing white-haired boy across the courtyard
* He’s talking to Geto about something, laughing as he does
* His sky blue eyes meet yours for a second, before abruptly looking away
* Not the usual flirtatious wink and wave he would normally give you
* You don’t know why, but it’s like Gojo’s lost every ounce of interest he had in you
* It looks like that prank you pulled on him is what did it-
* Apparently Geto had to help get the glass down
* He hasn’t tried speaking to you once since then, and every time your eyes meet he looks away just like he did a second ago
* What a baby, so he can dish it out but he can’t take it when someone uses his own tactics against him huh?
* It’s for the best really, you don’t want anything to do with him
* Besides if that moron just wanted someone who wasn’t going to react or get mad, then he should just date a sex doll
* It’s for the best, really
* So why are you so upset right now
* The prickle of irritation burns in your chest even when you turn away from the two boys, joining in on Shoko and Nanami’s conversation
* On the other side, Geto lets out a low whistle
* “Never thought I would see the day a lady killer like you would get embarrassed because you made eye contact with your crush” Geto grins when Gojo flushes a light pink.
* Geto almost wants to laugh, what happened to the womanizing-god-complex freak who was here just a second ago?
* “Don’t say lady-killer, you know I like men too, I’m an equal opportunity lover” Gojo gloats while running his fingers through his hair
* Ah, it looks like he’s on his bullshit again
* “You better watch out Geto, if you’re too much of tsundere I might fall for you next” the words are emphasized with a wink, and Geto can’t help but laugh
* “Whatever dude, don’t come crying to me when they start to hate you because you’re being flakey”
* Gojo laughs it off
* But late that night, while he’s lying in bed watching the shadows flicker on his ceiling he can’t help but wonder-
* What if you really do end up hating him?
* It’s not that he doesn’t want to be around you anymore or anything-
* He just doesn’t know how to approach you anymore now that he knows he’s in love with you
* “I’ve probably been in love for a while” he mumbles
* He’s not really sure when it started.
* At first it was just for shits and giggles
* Something to keep him entertained, and you just happened to be the most entertaining thing around
* So when did it stop being ‘anyone’s fine’ and start being ‘it’s only fine if it’s you’?
* He sighs turning to face the wall, he doesn’t understand his own feelings
* Yeah he’s got all this money and power and influence-
* But right now he’s just a boy in love for the first time
* And he doesn’t know how to handle that
* “I just don’t want them to hate me” he mumbles, feeling his eyes close shut
* He’ll try to talk to you tomorrow
* Even if it’s just a simple ‘good morning’
* At least it’ll be something
* But to his annoyance, he’s told he has to go save his classmates from a curse
* And then everything with the star vessel happens
* And he doesn’t see you for a while and he thinks-
* “Well maybe this is fine, maybe it’s better this way. They’re probably happy now that I’m not around always annoying them”
* And just as he’s thinking maybe this is for the best, that if someone leaves your life it probably means they weren’t supposed to be apart of it anyway -
* When you come barreling into his life again
* “Oi, Baka prince, where did sensei say this kid's house was again?” You ask, eyebrows threading together as you fidget with your phone
* Yaga-sensei sent you to accompany Gojo on his ‘mission’ to retrieve Megumi Fushiguro
* It looks like the only people who can reign Gojo in are you and Geto
* Not that you mind the impromptu mission, and besides- you don’t think Gojo is someone who should be alone around kids
* Gojo actually flinches when you speak to him, you’d traveled in silence so far, standing side by side without exchanging a word on the train.
* You sigh, you know he isn’t interested in you but the least he can do is be somewhat pleasant
* Even that usual annoying demeanor of his would be fine
* You’re not sure why but that prickle of irritation burns in you again, seeping through in the nickname you gave him
* Gojo doesn’t meet your eyes, those clear blue pupils are averted slightly as a pink blush singes his face
* “I’m not sure, I’ve just been following the cursed energy” he admits with an uncharacteristically shy gaze
* Okay WTF
* Gojo would never let the opportunity to tell you how weak you are for being unable to “even feel this amount of cursed energy”
* Who is this freak and what has he done to the real Gojo Satoru
* “Are you sick or something?” You ask
* Your hand’s already moving to cover his forehead, and you feel like somethings off
* Your eyebrows thread together as your peer closer, noticing a small gap where your hand and his forehead
* Ah right, the infinity he has around him
* You never realized it before but you wonder, can he ever feel anything?
* It must be lonely
* Gojo’s looking down at you, swallowing a lump in his throat.
* The expression on your face looks so tender, and you’re so close he can smell your scent
* And he feels a sudden urge to cry, to bury his face in your shoulder and weep like a child
* He’s watching you open your mouth, you’re about to say something-
* When you both feel a large burst of cursed energy
* Your heads snap to the direction you sense it from only to see a small boy
* You recognize him as Megumi Fushiguro, your target for this so-called ‘mission’
* He’s younger than you expected, he can’t be older than 10
* You turn to Gojo, you’re going to need a plan, someone that young is awfully impressionable. You have to do this with some tact
* But when you turn to look he’s gone
* “Huh?”
* You can practically see the outline of his form where he was standing just a second ago, your neck creaking as you turn to where Megumi-Kun is standing
* “Your father sold you to the Zenin Clan”
* You might appear calm and collected on the outside, but I promise you your soul has ascended to the fourth dimension where you are just screaming into the void
* “Well does it make you mad? Does it-“ Gojo’s waggling his fingers like a god damn perv when you basically apparate to his side and bring your fist down on his head
* “Oi, Baka prince what the hell do you think you’re doing?!?”
* Gojo’s stumbles back, nursing the emotional wound you just gave him and you crouch down
* “Don’t listen to anything that moronic man just told you, he’s got no tact” you tell the boy
* He’s a cutie, like the male version of Snow White.
* Though his expression tells you he’s about had it with this reality
* “Yeah I can see that”
* “Well he might act like a moron, but he’s got a pretty decent heart”
* You spell out the situation to Megumi as tactfully as you can, opting to treat him like an adult.
* “These are your options as I see them, you can go to the Zenin clan, or, that Baka prince already stopped the sale in return for you promising to join our academy”
* You and Megumi get along pretty well, you’re kindred souls
* Besides you both seem to be able to see right through Gojo’s princely appearance
* “Why did you guys leave me behind?” Gojo shrieks, Megumi’s hand is in your own, both of your free hands holding ice cream cones
* Megumi immediately makes a face, it had been so quiet while he was gone too
* You can’t help but sympathize with the kid, you used to feel that way before you got to know Gojo too
* You were just showing Megumi around the campus, helping him get familiar, and you thought you should reward him a little with a treat for being such a good kid
* Besides you like him
* Of course Gojo wanted to tag along, teasing Megumi half of the time like a damn idiot and spending the other half of the time giving flirtatious winks to women who seemed interested in him.
* Gojo’s making a scene and Megumi looks like he’s a second from throwing a tantrum too
* You sigh, you don’t get paid enough for having to deal with these two children
* “Here” when Gojo looks up, bright blue eyes peering over his black glasses he sees a scoop full of his favorite ice cream balancing on top of a chocolate-dipped waffle cone
* “But what about you?” He asks and the questions catches you off guard, since when has Gojo cared about anyone but himself?
* “I don’t want any, I just thought it would be good to get in line while we waited.”
* You didn’t think you would actually get to the front of the line before he caught up though.
* “No! You waited in line that whole time, here we can take share, take the first bite”
* You’ve kept your cool in front of Gojo for years but something about the expectant expression he’s giving you - the tops of his cheeks bright pink- and those bright blue eyes looking at you while holding out the ice cream cone that makes you flustered
* You can feel your face grow warm, geez what’s gotten into him
* To make matters worse you’re having a hard time saying no to him right now
* Something about those crystal blue eyes has you almost mesmerized
* And then Megumi stands up on the bench and takes a giant bite from the cone
* Cue Gojo screaming and crying because, goddammit he was this close to an indirect kiss with you-
* “Why did you do that?” He shrieks, he’s crouched on the ground, face bright red in anger and anguish
* “I don’t know, the green tea ice cream looked good” Megumi shrugs, only for Gojo to start shrieking again
* Gojo and Megumi are about a second from a fistfight when they hear laughter
* The gentle twinkling gets louder and they both instinctively turn towards it
* You’re laughing so hard you’re clutching your stomach, tears forming at the corners of your eyes
* “Geez you guys are like something out of a cartoon.” You manage to say in between laughs
* Megumi’s eyes widen
* He’s seen you smile before, but he’s never seen you laugh like that
* Megumi wonders what he’s thinking right bow
* His eyes trail to Gojo
* Gojo looks at you like you just hung the moon
* Like he’s a child seeing fireworks for the first time
* Megumi will never forget the look on Gojo’s face for as long as he lives
* ‘So that’s what it looks like when you love someone’ Megumi thinks
* Gojo pats Megumi on the head
* “Thanks kid, because of you I got to see something nice”
* You guys grow a lot closer because of Megumi, becoming sort of surrogate older siblings to him and Tsumiki
* “Why did you bring a Kotatsu?” You and Megumi are standing in the doorway holding takeout and oranges
* “Winter time just doesn’t feel right without a Kotatsu, isn’t that right Tsumiki-Chan?”
* The young girl grins as she nods, snuggling deeper into the blanket
* You and Megumi give each other an incredulous look
* Leave it to a little rich boy like Gojo Satoru to buy a Kotatsu for a casual hang out just because it’s winter
* Still-
* You watch as Megumi and Tsumiki cuddle under the Kotatsu, peeling oranges
* The kids seem to be enjoying it
* Gojo pats the spot next to him
* “I saved you a spot (Y/N/N), I promise I won’t bite” but Gojo’s giving you that same teasing grin he always used to give you
* Looks like things are back to normal
* You sigh taking a seat beside him, stealing your resolve as you put up with his incessant teasing
* Everything is back to the way it was...so why do you still feel that prickle in your stomach every time he looks at you?
* And the following weeks that familiar sensation makes appearances several times, leaving you more confused each time
* It’s not until you’re walking in Shibuya, one of your hands holding Megumi’s and the other one holding a Taiyaki full of ice cream that you realize
* “Gojoooooo” the woman in front of you whines “you’re so mean, I can’t believe you didn’t call me, because I know you had a good time”
* The woman’s pouty expression turns wolffish in a second
* Ah, so that’s where he learned to smile like that
* You and Megumi are mostly just enjoying the show, eating your ice cream and watching as Satoru tries to placate this woman
* “I’ve just been taking some time to better myself-“
* You snort, yeah you’re sure he’s been bettering himself with his dozen other lovers
* Honestly serves him right for fooling around with so many people. You’re surprised he’s not habitually in the infirmary for a new STD
* “You see, I’m a father now”
* You sputter choking on your ice cream. Megumi pats your back
* That idiot prince has really gone and done it now-
* Having an illegitimate child,
* Yaga-Sensei is going to kill him
* Not to mention what his clan might do
* Gojo looks back at you with warm eyes
* And you feel that pricking feeling again
* “Megumi is my pride and joy”
* Huh?
* Oh
* OHHHHH
* So that’s his game.
* What a sleaze bag using someone else’s kid as an excuse to get out of an uncomfortable romantic encounter
* Megumi squeezes your hand and you look down
* The look on his face could kill a man
* “I’d never call a pervert like you my Father”
* So Megumi woke up and chose violence today-
* You figure Gojo will laugh and cover it up with some jokes like ‘kids these days no respect for their elders’ or something
* But when you look at Gojo he looks genuinely hurt, those vibrant blue eyes look watery, and that pretty mouth that’s always curled in a grin is curved into a soft frown.
* And before you know what you’re doing you say-
* “Megumi-Chan you shouldn’t be so mean to your Father, he let you have ice cream before dinner didn’t he?”
* .
* ...
* .....
* WHY DID YOU JUST SAY THAT
* Megumi and Gojo are both looking at you with vacant stares
* Megumi is still in shock that you took Gojo’s side in this
* But Gojo’s looking right at you, cheeks holding a rosy tinge
* And then something amazing happens
* Gojo smiles at you-
* Not that wolfish smile he’s been showing you for years as he teases you, or that princely smile he uses to get something he wants
* It’s a genuine smile
* And you can’t help but think he doesn’t look at all like the most powerful sorcerer, he just looks like a boy
* Ah, there’s that painful prickle again
* “I love my family so won’t see you anymore, go ahead and delete my contact information,” Gojo says with a grin
* He walks over to you in long strides, hoisting Megumi up and carrying him all while the woman shouts obscenities
* “Come on (Y/N/N), let’s go home,” he says, his hand moving to hold your own
* And all you can do is let him tug you forward
* Your gaze lingers on your intertwined hands, the heat that radiates from his palm even though there’s an infinity between you both
* Your eyes trail up to look at his broad back, the way he holds Megumi so easily even though he’s pulling on Gojo’s hair
* The prickle intensifies as you watch them
* ‘He would make a good Dad his spouse will be lucky’ you think
* And then it hits you
* Oh
* Oh no
* Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no
* You’re in love with Gojo Satoru
* The f*ckboy extraordinaire
* F*ck
* How did this even happen? You had been so careful, you were even apart of that down with Gojo Satoru club with Nanami and Geto
* Are they going to revoke your membership now?
* F*********ck
* “Hurry up and put me down you pervert!” Megumi shouts, a fistful of Gojo’s white hair in his hand
* “Ora Ora, you shouldn’t be mean to papa like that Megumi-Chan” Gojo teases, not even the slightest bit fazed
* Megumi’s only grabbing onto the infinity around his hair after all, so it probably doesn’t hurt
* “Here Megumi,” you abandon your ice cream without a thought, carefully lifting him out of Gojo’s hold and onto the ground
* Megumi doesn’t say anything, he only holds your hand in his
* “Hold Papa’s hand too Megumi-Chan otherwise I’ll feel lonely” Gojo teases, but you can tell he really does want Megumi to hold his hand
* “If it’ll get you to shut up” Megumi grumbles, but he reached up, taking Gojo’s hand in his
* The three of you probably look like a family, and this time the prickling feels warm, like a tickle across your stomach
* Like butterflies
* F********************ck
* “For F*cks sake, how am I going to get out of this one” you mumble to yourself
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no, you know what, I’m going to stop vague’ing on the dash. my anger is about to get extremely direct and enraged, so fair warning, but I don’t care about anyone’s comfort right now. I’m going to get fucking mad, and you all will fucking deal.
not a single one of us has the right, or should even have the option, to guess about ccs’ sexualities. I’ve kept my mouth shut when it comes to people analyzing george/dream and guessing they’re some kind of queer, but I’m fucking done. I’m going to go into every single reason “truthing” about ccs’ sexualities is just so beyond fucked.
first of all, this is in response specifically to ranboo and tubbo truthing. being a kid and getting thrown into such a massive spotlight, where you will undoubtedly be subject to some fuck shit eventually because the internet is full of thousands upon thousands of people, is already terrifying and anxiety-inducing and damaging enough. but for their own audiencemembers - their own supposed fucking “fans” - to take it one step further and speculate about their sexualities? oh, for the love of god. I can barely believe I even have to explain how fucked that is. it is one thing to be friends with or close to someone in real life and recognize your own queer struggle in them, to approach them with sympathy and support in case they are questioning. it is another thing entirely to speculate about the sexuality of someone you don’t even know, and to then take it a step further and “truth” about your fucking theories. you are not an expert, you are not their friend, and you are not a fucking oracle. you can guess all you want about a cc’s sexuality, you can comment on how their actions or behaviors or words resonate with you when you were questioning or closeted, but to go ahead and take your own speculation as truth is arrogant, presumptous, and damaging as all hell.
I can just imagine what it would’ve been like if I’d grown an online platform that ripped me of my privacy when I was a teenager and trying to figure out my own sexuality. if I had a section of my audience analyzing my every social media post, the inflection in my voice and the nature of my laughs, my every interaction with my best friend, you know what I would’ve done? retreated so far into the closet that I would probably have tricked myself into thinking I was heterosexual. I would’ve been so fucking terrified and felt so stripped of any privacy or control I had over my own goddamn thoughts; do you understand how fucking vile that is? have none of you ever been terrified of giving away your own sexuality through your mannerisms and facial expressions and words, while you were closeted? have none of you ever experienced that utter fucking terror when you notice someone start to question your sexuality, the immediate urge to retreat and back up and act and believe the complete opposite just to prove them wrong and go back to the safety and security of them believing you were straight? for fuck’s sake, now imagine that feeling amplified a hundred fold, applied not just to one instance or one person in your life, but to thousands. do y’all not understand just how a) morally fucked it is to inflict this same kind of practice onto someone you supposedly care about and support, and b) potentially psychologically damaging this could be to ccs who are closeted, especially the fucking minors? oh my fucking god.
that isn’t even to point out why people do this shit - which is to project and find solace and derive some kind of enjoyment out of cc’s. that’s what cc’s are there for; they are entertainers, first and foremost, which continues outside of streams and bleeds into fandom culture and the kind of enjoyment fans can make out of interacting with other fans and creating their own fan content. the problem with this fact is that fans take it too far, like 85% of the time. cc’s aren’t just there for our own enjoyment. they are fucking people, oh my lord. they are real people that we will never know, and while we may have our fun with our little theories and talking to other fans and making and watching cute compilations and writing fanfiction and making fanart, we are just deriving entertainment from the parts of themselves they choose to show us. that persona they put on for the stream, that is not 100% them. they are real, rounded, 3-d, full people who we only ever get the privilege of witnessing a small sliver of. and we need to fucking remember that, because we can’t just keep running with the ideas of ccs that we have in our heads and treating them like they’re malleable characters for our own entertainment.
anyways, specifically about truthing (and mind you, this is the point in the rant where a little of my anger starts to seep out because I’m tired and it’s 1:40 AM and I have class tomorrow): there’s so many things that can be said about gaydar. I’m not here to argue whether or not it exists, or the details of the morality of straight versus non-straight people engaging in the practice of truthing. I’m just here to say that, even if you believe gaydar exists and can be accurate when employed by non-straight people, that still only applies to people you fucking know. what you see of a cc is not “getting to know” them. what you are seeing is one face of a multi-faceted jewel, cut in far more ways that you can ever hope to one day perceive. your theories are just those - theories. whatever you might think of the giggles you heard or the pickup lines you saw uttered or the softness you imagine between x and y, human interaction is far too complex and laced with meaning for some rando on the internet who watches youtube videos and twitch streams to fully grasp from two entertainers working from behind a screen. your gaydar is not going to fucking work through a screen, fuck off with that shit.
another thing that’s fucking bothering me so much is this assumption that comes with being at all open about queerness when you yourself are not queer. ik this is just one of the many factors “truthers” use to justify the findings of their totally infallible, prophetic gaydar, but it’s a factor nonetheless, and it bothers the fuck outta me. someone being willing to express support for lgbt people or donate to lgbt chairities or open to conversations with other lgbt people about lgbt endeavors is not evidence of queerness. to say that it is contributes to the harmful belief that cishets still have that they cannot be any of those things - that is, exceedingly open about and to queerness - without being perceived as queer themselves.
anyways, and now we are at the bottom line, which is that, this entire conversation wouldn’t even have to be had if people just fucking listened to cc boundaries. ranboo and tubbo do not like being shipped. it is that fucking simple. i know that it is tempting to ship two people you think are cute together. i know it is tempting to indulge in a dynamic you find comforting. but idgaf. temptation is not an excuse. find some fictional characters to ship, and kindly fuck off.
#ranboo#mcyt#dream smp#tubbo#look. when it comes to this subject#i am not pulling any punches. i am sorry and ik i was criticized last time for being too harsh w the dream thing#but yk what? im going to be fucking harsh. there are some things i will have civil conversations about no matter how much i disagree#but this is not one of them. this infuriates me beyond belief and im not fucking going to shut up about it#lgbt#lgbtq#/neg#discourse#.txt#100+#500+
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