#but no matter the circumstance there will at least be one annoying group
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WE'RE TIED,
WE'RE BOUNDED
request: "nsfw where we are the bride by obligation of harin and since suji arrived it caught our attention so when suji wants to recruit us to finish the pyramid game one thing leads to another or something like that". | me: well, something like that. maybe I went a little overboard with the size of the sfw part, but I hope you'll still like it!! it's actually my first time writing to request, so I'll try to be get more skilled in the future🫶🏻 |
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: not proofreaded(probably misspellings, etc), smut with a plot. harin being kinda manipulative. possessive!harin, mentioning of harin's abandonment issues. fingering, rough sex, harin being mad, harin swearing, dom!harin, sub!reader, guilt bringing, guilty!reader, fingering, edging, arranged marriege(mentioned like soon to be thing), harin called reader a bitch a couple of times. y/n using, harin teasingly call reader wife/wifey.
𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: reader and harin have been connected since their childhood, this is something normal for the children of businessmen and you are both used to it. “You'll get married and our companies will unite, it'll be beneficial!” — that's what you always heard from your parents. though, you liked harin, really and sincerely. but when suji appeared out of nowhere with this idea of her's about destroying harin's game, you saw it as an opportunity. a mistake. you shouldn't have allowed yourself to be blinded by false hope.
you, dayeon and doah — victims of circumstances and as doah once said: “victims of your parents’ ambitions and hunger for success in business". to some extent this was true, because from the moment you were children you had to constantly spend time with harin and each other. no one cared whether you wanted it or not, the main thing was that your parents wanted it that way. doah was never delighted with this situation, but she also never resented it too much, especially openly. she is too rational to be angry about something that she can't change or control. but dayeon is a completely different matter... emotional, hot tempered and in general have absolutely no tolerance to everything that annoyed her. you and doah offen “ground” her so that she doesn’t do or say anything to harin out of emotion that would lead her to being beaten by her father. seems that in your so called friend group you were the most positive about this whole situation. of course, sometimes it made you feel depressed, like you didn't even exist as a person at all, like you only existed as just an appendage to harin. or at least, this is how your father and mother treated you. anyway, you never blamed harin for this, on the contrary, as kids you two got along very well and one even can say that you became attached to harin. maybe this is one of the reasons why you're so resigned to the fact that in the future you'll be obliged to marry her. everything went as usual: harin enjoyed her game, you sometimes spent time together and, as always, she didn't understand od felt the fact that your feelings for her were sincere, genuine and real, hat you really liked her and wasn't around only because your parents told you to be.. well, or maybe she just pretended to don't understand.
your almost calm and already familiar life has changed with the arrival of a new girl. this new girl — son suji, from the very beginning seemed somehow unusual, there was something in her that wasn't in jaeun and other students. it was something decisive, something that screamed about thw problems she can cause. when you find out about her desire to deal with the game, your first thought and instinct was to tell harin as fast as possible.i mean, she loves the game so much!... she loves this game, she finds peace in it, even though, game is leading to violence mostly. It was a difficult choice: let the game be and let harin be happy or join suji and destroy the game, but harin will be devastated. you were thinking about whether you should tell harin about suji's plan but in the end you were able to pull yourself together and keep quiet. you wanted to see harin happy, you really did, and although the game made her happy, it also destroyed her to the same extent. continuing the pyramid game harin only drowned out her pain and put it in the far corner, hiding it so deep that no one could ever reach it. but in fact, this is still the same harin, the same traumatized little girl who can't forgive people for what they did to her. you thought that if the game will end harin would have to face reality, sharply and openly, without all her so painstakingly built protective walls. it would be difficult, but you would be there for her, so it won't be that bad, right?
you tried to be careful, tried not to be suspicious and too obvious but harin is too smart and attentive not to notice your strange behavior and that you suddenly began to spend time with suji and her company. she was watching what was going on with you, she wanted to make sure exactly what you were doing, cuz accusing you of something that you were not involved in would be stupid.
one day harin called you to the principal's office. of course, even the principal herself was not there as often as harin, you, dayeon and doa were there but still. you thought that this was an ordinary meeting of your “group of friends” and when you entered the room you expected to see all three, but to your surprise only harin was here. she was sitting on the headmistress's desk, her legs crossed, and her head tilted to the side, thoughtfully. her fingers hold the cigarette, her lips wrap around the filter and she takes a puff, after a few seconds releasing a stream of smoke, making you wrinkle your nose a little from the smell of nicotine that filled the room. harin's attention switched to you when she heard the door have been opened. she looks at you up and down, as if sizing you, got up from the table and walked to the door. her shoulder brushed against yours, the door is closer. it bothered you a little but you didn't pay too much attention to it. Kharin walked again to the headmistress’s desk, leaned her elbows on it and called you closer. her eyes glare into yours and she shakes off the ashes directly onto the floor and speaks.
"how are you doing lately, wifey?" she says it indifferently, but you can't help but frown a little at her words. did she really just called you "wifey"?... this is a teasing nickname that dayeon and wooyi gave you when they first heard that yours and harin's parents were planning to get you two married. you sighed and just nodded, meaning that you're fine. harin raises an eyebrow at this and takes another drag on the cigarette, her plump, pink lips wrapped around cigarette... focus. you need to focus.
"everything's alright, you say? hm. then tell me, am I blind?"
you confused by her question but shake your head.
"then maybe I'm deaf?"
you shake your head again.
"mhm... do you think I'm stupid then?"
you're even more confused now. "no, of course i don't think so. what are you talking about, harin-ah?..."
harin takes one last drag on her cigarette before throwing it on the floor, stepping on it with the tip of her lacquered shoe and trampling cigarette. her hands rise to the collar of your shirt, first gently touching it, as if simply straightening it, and then she sharply tugs on it, pulling you towards herseld, causing you to stagger, almost falling and yelp, grabbing her shoulder to maintain your balance.
"then why do you think that I don't know what suji is planning? why do you think that I don’t know that you’re involved?" harin clicks her tongue, her hand comes up to your chin, at first just lifting it, forcing you to look into her eyes, and then squeezing it a little. "you know, I trusted you. yes, a little, but it's still more than my trust to others."
you open your mouth to speak, to explain that you didn’t do and didn’t want anything bad for her, but you are interrupted when harin squeezes your chin painfully and interrupts you. "shut up."
you fall silent, just bite the inside of your cheek, trying to distract yourself from the pain in your chin and harin's piercing gaze that digs right into your eyes.
"you know, our parents have been planning our wedding since childhood. uou never had a say in this, did you? mm, but by the way, I was kinda the initiator of this. I once said as a child that I wanted to marry you, and my grandma really took it seriously because it’s good for business. I've always thought that you're a little... more reasonable than dayeon, doa and others, that's why I chose you. i thought all this have some sense and meaning to you too. seems, I was wrong." Harin's grip on your chin weakens and her hand trails to your cheek, stroking it gently. In different situation, you would have been glad of such an affection from her, but now it felt like something empty.
"you wanted to destroy the game, right? destroy the only thing I value? and how can you do this to me, y/n? conscience doesn't gnaw you at all?"
with every word she says, you begin to feel guilt it gathers drop by drop, turning into a whole damn ocean which will overflow its shores if harin continued just a little bit longer and push just a little harder.
"silent? well, of course, of course... maybe that's why your parents don't really care about you." she shrugs as if it was the most normal thing to say. you know that when harin upset she is far from nice, so you're not surprised when she said something like that. besides, you always knew that your parents didn’t really care about you... but still, you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t upset you.
"I'm disappointed." she added, and yeah, you can see it, disappointment etched in her eyes and you can see that she is stressed too. considering her abandonment issues, the fact that you were interested in suji's plan must have hit harin harder than she lets on. suddenly harin grabs your hips and with a sharp movement turns you around, lifting you up and placing you on the principal's desk, almost pinning you to it. her fingers they found a way to the collar of your shirt, simply tearing off the top button, revealing a view of your neck. the tip of the nose touches your neck, and the tongue smoothly traces a line along your vein. she is so close that you can smell her perfume: delicate, sweet, and an admixture of such a sharp aroma of tobacco. this combination of different aroma is already familia her habds gripping your hips almost painfully, forcing you to bite your lip to keep yourself from squeeking. you know that harin is stressed and upset, she needs it. her lips leave imprints of light pink lip gloss on your neck, wet kisses placed all over your neck. her knee move between your legs, pushing your soft thighs apart, and finally her knee presses against your crotch, giving you some friction. a quiet gasp leaves you and at that moment harin nibbled on your neck and sucked on your skin, leaving red mark, which in the future will become a small bruise, she loves to leave hickeys on you, to feel control. she's a little more rough today, more harsh than usually and you understand that you really hurt her, even if you didn't mean to in the first place. harin gets rid of your shirt and pulls your skirt and panties down to your knees. she says that you are already wet, but of course, today she'll torture you a little, she'll make sure you know that she is upset with you. her gentle hands gripping your waist so tightly, that there will probably be a bruises. she pishe you more onto the table making you literally lay on it, she leans over you, her tongue extends from your neck to your collarbones, paying attention to them, and then to your chest. her lips wrap around one of your nipples, first sucking and then squeezing with her teeth and tugging it. you arch your back, the back of your head hitting the table, but you ignore it, just trying to cope with what harin is now doing to your breast. it’s a bit painful, but your nipples are hard, so this treatment aroused you too. though, harin aroused you always, no matter harsh she or gentle.
"harin..." your voice trembled, she interrupted you.
"how could you do this to me, y/n? wanted to leave me? betray for suji? no, you're mine and that's it. you're only for me... I'll keep you that way..." she sounds confident, dominant even, as if trying to clearly highlight that she is in charge now, that you don't decide anything. but there is also a little trembling in her voice, she's not only stressed but also worried too, as if she is trying to onvince herself that she is still in control of the situation and what is happening between you two.
"spread your legs" harin saud sternly and you do as she asked. she frowned. "I said spread your fucking legs!..." you feel slap on your thigh and hard grip on your ass, you squeek and winced in pain but spread your legs further, trying to please her. harin grunted annoyedly. "what a bitch... why can't you just do what I'm telling you to..." she placed her hands on your knees and pushed them appart even more. fortunately, you have been doing gymnastics since childhood and you're flexible, cuz if you didn’t have such a flexible body, you would already be writhing in pain from such a strong pressure. you're already so wet that wetness even covered the table a little. without warning, harin suddenly pushed two fingers into you all the way, you whimpered, intuitively trying to close your legs but harin give you a stern look and you know better than upset her even more, especially since you're the one who upset her so much already. her lips kiss yours deeply, her tongue insistently pushes into your mouth, and her fingers continued pumping inside you. her movements so fast and harsh, deeper with each thrust. feels like like she's going to reach your cervix if keep moving like this. harin feels that you really lack air and takes pity on you a little, interrupting the kiss and giving you a chance to breathe. her fingers curl inside you, hitting all your sensitive spots and coaxing moans out of you.
"fucking!.... take it!..." harin growled and pushed inside you even more, thrusts so deep and hard that even she herself almost breathless. her digits literally knocks whimpers and high pitched moans out of you. your eyes watering and your legs trembling because of intensity of all this. harin feels the walls of your pussy clench around her fingers, her thumb is on your clitoris, massaging it, and her thrusts do not stop. you're literally at the peak, you can almost feel the nearing release.
"don't even think I'll let you cum now. you won't cum, or I'll fuck your brains out. don't fucking make me upset, y/n."
tears run down your cheeks due to overstimulation, you clenching around harin's fingers so much that it's even getting hard for her to move.
"please... harin i can't.... I'm sorry... I won't leave you, i swear, i never ever wanted to even..." you say, trough gasps for air. harin's eyes softenes a little, as well as her grip on your thighs. her soft spot for you getting better of her. harin's lips on yours, the kiss is much more calm and gentle than last, and her thrusts slowed down, becoming more pleasant than painful. you can't take it anymore, your walls clenching around her for the last time and you feel like everything fading away, pure pleasure etching with some pain in your sore muscles. harin pulls her fingers out off your pink and puffy from her harshness pussy, her knuckles all drenched in your juices, white and slick all over. she brings then to your lips.
"such a mess you made... as always. i guess, it's just the way you are, right? just a messy little girl who don't know better than upset her future wife. clean up, and maybe I'll think about letting you speak about what you have to say. after all, you're mine, who else will ever listen to you?"
#baek harin x reader#wlw#pyramid game x reader#pyramid game#character x reader#baek harin#smut#wlw smut
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Would love to see your take on 23 or 28 good potential for fluff or angst or maybe both?
I am such a fluffy bitch! I can't help myself. If I get another one of these I will do angst because I need to work on that. But for now fluffy bullshit is my safe place <3
But I will say this tickled my uh not sfw brain, so watch out for a possible ao3 E addition the other prompt. Maybe! (Probably. the potenial of "Come and get your fix" is insane) But this is "Was it worth it?"
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Honestly? You'd think Steve would be used to this by now. He was just not the guy that anyone wanted to be with. First there was Nancy, the worst heartbreak he ever had. Then there was Robin, which was better but still kind of sucked. Until Steve realized that oh, wow, this girl is literally my long lost sister. So with that, he had to admit that he was pretty grateful that she was gay as hell. The alternative would have been an absolute disaster. But even before all of that, girls just didn't like being with him. Or at least staying with him.
He was too much of a hopeless romantic, too clingy, too weird. He always fell beneath expectations. People expected him to be cool, suave, to actually match the whole "King Steve" label and be the high school dream boat that he should be. But...Steve just wasn't like that. He wanted too much too fast, always opening up and sharing shit that made people uncomfortable. That made them pull away and find someone less annoying. So he'd retreat back into the popular boy thing, be charming and a little dickish, find a new girlfriend, and start the process all over again.
People just... didn't like going there with him. Not when there were better options. It felt like the only one who could really handle him was Robin. And lately... Eddie Munson.
Eddie Munson who was currently in the middle of crushing all of his feelings into the dust.
He thought...Steve wasn't sure what he thought. But it felt like over the past year they had been moving somewhere, to something more. They were friends by circumstance, from all the Upside Down shit and then with Steve being Dustin's chauffer to the hospital for visits. It had all been so simple at first. They would all talk as a group, it would be fun, and then they'd be on there way until Dustin called him up next. Until one day Steve just went by himself. He wasn't quite sure why he did, but the bright smile that lit up Eddie's face when he saw him made sure that he'd keep doing it.
And they would talk for a long time. For a stupid amount of time honestly, all the way until the nurses kicked him out for getting Eddie too rowdy and excited. But it didn't stop when he got out of the hospital. Steve just started going to house, helping him and his uncle out as they got to know each other more. It's not like he had anything else going on. He just never expected Eddie Munson of all people to slowly become the center of his life.
They just... clicked. In a way that no one had expected, least of all them. They were so different, but they also weren't. Not in the ways that mattered. Besides, Steve liked all the play fights and debates they would have over music and movies. He liked ribbing each other over their taste in clothes and their mutual inability to get girls. He loved it even more when Eddie came out to him in the silliest possible way.
"I can't get girls because I'm gay as fuck and they can sense it. You can't get girls because every straight woman that lives here is apparently stupid. Can being too hot ruin your dating life?"
At the time it had made Steve laugh. It also stirred... something in his chest. Something warm and nice that he didn't have time to examine, not when he was too busy reassuring Eddie that yes, he's okay with it. But no, girls couldn't smell it on him. Not that Eddie cared but Steve actually had 0 clue on why no one was interested in him. Just because he was gay didn't mean the girls of Hawkins high knew that. Why weren't they fawning over him? He was so freaking pretty, and creative and fun and...and that's how Steve realized he wasn't as straight as he thought he was.
And because Steve was Steve that meant that he had to make things weird. He started doing stupid shit, like staring at Eddie's perfect mouth all the time, wearing his clothes with permission, just to smell him throughout the day. They started giving each other little nick names, stupid shit that was so close to being romantic. Like sunshine and angel. They started sleeping in the same bed together, spending more nights with each other than apart. Steve would wake up with Eddie wrapped around him, clinging to him like...like they were something more.
And it felt good. Comfortable and safe. And Steve really thought that this had been different. That whatever was going on with him had to be going on with Eddie too.
But now here he was, standing shell-shocked in his kitchen while his very good friend was trying to talk to him about his crush. His crush that had nothing to do with Steve. It wasn't exactly shocking that Steve had made all of that flirtation up in his head. It wouldn't be the first time, he was just delusional like that.
But that didn't stop his heart from breaking when Eddie said, "So...there's this guy whose like, insanely hot? And I think he might be into me. But... I don't really know what to do about it."
Steve really did not want to hear about this. He didn't like it, the horrifying thought of Eddie getting a boyfriend. Because what partner would be cool with them cuddling up together in bed? Who would be down to have their boyfriend's creepy buddy hanging around them all the time? Calling them stupid shit like sunshine? It wasn't going to happen. And acknowledging that hurt...so much more than Steve had expected.
But Steve was a good friend. That was probably the only thing he had going for him. He'd get past it. He always did. He was just going to have to completely restructure the life he had built around Eddie. That's all.
He shoved his feelings back, smiling despite the fact that he felt like he was dying a little inside, "Oh yeah? Tell me about him."
Steve wasn't sure why he asked that. And the dreamy smiled on Eddie's face when he started talking wasn't helping, "He is just awesome dude. Total catch, an absolute sweetheart. And he just fits with me y'know? And, um, I think he feels the same way. But I'm not sure. I'm too much of a bitch to even ask if he's into dudes. I don't know if telling him is worth the risk."
Part of Steve wanted to be a real piece of shit with that. To tell him that yeah, it's not a good idea. He's probably straight and definitely wouldn't be good for him. They wouldn't love him like Steve could. But that didn't exactly count as being a good friend, did it?
Steve kept it all back, his smile tight when he said, "I think that sometimes the risk can be worth it. Do you think he's worth it?"
Eddie laughed, like Steve said something funny instead of trying to be sincere. But he was smiling, staring down at the counter as he fiddled with his rings, "If it worked out, it would probably be the best thing that ever happened to me."
Steve really really did not need to hear that. He could feel his eyes getting wet. He needed to wrap this shit up and send Eddie on his way to mystery man's house before he started crying, "If that's how you feel then go for it man. He'd be lucky to have you."
Steve's voice broke on the last word, something he tried to hide behind a cough. He just wanted this to be over already.
"I think I'd be lucky to have him," Eddie said with a shrug, "But... do you really think I should? Just go for it?"
"Yeah dude, why not tonight even? If he's not doing anything else you can just hop right over," Steve was willing to sign up for anything that got him out of here faster.
Eddie laughed again, completely out of place. He was circling the counter, coming to a stop in front of Steve with a nervous little smile, "You really think so?"
Why did he have to look at him like that? With this big doe eyes, filled with hope. It was silly, what Steve thought didn't even matter, this had nothing to do with him. But that little fact wasn't helping to clear the lump in his throat.
Steve nodded, not trusting himself with words. He expected Eddie to grin, thank him, and head out into the night to profess his love for some other dude. But that's not what happened.
Instead Eddie settled his hands on Steve's shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze. He looked nervous, but excited, his eyes boring right into Steve's. He took a deep breath before blurting, "I'm in love with you. Like full-blown. A-And it's probably way to early to be saying that but it's true Steve. It's been driving me fucking insane, because I like want you man. In very non-friendship ways."
Steve stared at him, his mouth hanging open like an idiot. He didn't-wait-huh? What? That can't be right. Eddie couldn't have been talking about him because he didn't-he wasn't-but... now that Steve thought about it, who the fuck else would he be talking about? How would he even have a chance to meet someone else when they were attached at the hip?
He felt so stupid. And so relived. He didn't even know what to do with himself, besides stare at Eddie like a moron. And his silence wasn't helping anything.
"I-um, thought that you might feel the same way since, y'know. Everything. And I know you're not gay-"
It was true, Steve wasn't gay. Not entirely but, "I can be gay for you. I'm so gay for you. I might as well be an Eddie-sexual at this point-"
Steve didn't have time to finish his cringy spiel, not when Eddie was pulling him closer and smashing their mouths together. Steve would thank him later for it, but for now he was too busy melting into his arms.
He felt weirdly good when they finally pulled away, almost like he was high. Just from one little kiss.
Eddie was grinning at him, looking at Steve like he was the best thing that ever happened to him. And what an insane thought that was huh? But Steve would take it.
Steve smiled up at him, taking the time to wrap his arms around Eddie's neck, "So...was it worth it? The risk?"
Eddie rolled his eyes, his hands wandering downward to rest on Steve's hips. And then Eddie was actually lifting him into the air and onto the counter, settling between his legs like the gesture didn't just send Steve into a tailspin. Why was that so hot? When did his nerdy friend (boyfriend?) become so smooth?
Eddie chuckled before leaning back in. He pressed a light kiss to the side of Steve's lips, sweet enough for him to know it would be burned into his memory until the end of time, "Like you have to ask."
#steddie ficlet#steddie#steddie fic#silly steddie#asks#eddie: i love you#Steve: I'm so gay for you bro#Romance comes in all shapes and forms#lol#I will do an angsty one at some point#or maybe just add some angst in general?#im so fluffy#maybe we need some spice#but also im a crybaby so maybe not#a lil late but she's here~#oblivious steve#dumbass boy#he's trying
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20 Zentimeter - Takuma Ino x Reader
WORD COUNT: ~2.5K
WARNINGS: Crack? Mentions of alcohol. F!Reader!
SUMMARY: Foreign Reader Y/N finds a song in her native language during karaoke. (My condolences, reader is from a german speaking country.)
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Under any other circumstances Y/N would have dreaded going out with a bunch of people, especially so during the week when she knew it most probably involved alcohol. But there weren’t many times in which Takuma Ino joined in these nights out, and she couldn’t miss the chance to spend time with him.
You see, Y/N had a crush on Ino ever since she took the brave step of moving to Japan. Obviously, she wasn’t from this country, making it harder for her to engage with people around her age. In her own culture and language she was much more open, albeit still being an introvert most times. But with the newfound language barrier she became much more isolated, at least that’s what it felt like.
She never questioned her mysterious powers or the fact that she could see monsters, or even why her mother seemed to know about it. And she certainly never questioned why her mother seemed to know other people with the same abilities. One of which, as she was told, was the principal of a school for people like her. Long story short, her mother had transferred her to the school with principal Yaga (as she was later informed) immediately admitting her due to her family heritage, which she didn’t fully understand when it was explained to her.
None of that mattered to her anymore, it had been a few years since her transfer and it would only be a few more months until she’d officially graduate. Due to the age difference between her and the first years she couldn’t fully connect with any of them. But Nanami had often paired her up with Ino, as he figured that the two would connect more.
“Earth to Y/N. Hello?” Nobara waved a hand in front of her eyes to drag Y/N out of her daze.
“Yes, sorry. I just zoned out.” A rosy hue dusted her cheeks as she pulled on her jacked sleeve in order to avoid her gaze.
“Hm… happens a lot when that idiot is around.” Nobara’s comment instantly fueled Y/N blush more. The first year student rolled her eyes at the older one’s obvious crush, even though she had never confirmed it properly.
“He’s not an idiot.” Y/N responded as she glanced at Ino, who was currently engaged in a seemingly deep conversation with Yuji about god knows what.
“Just tell him you like him. It’s getting annoying.” The first year secretly cheered for her female upperclass(wo)man. However, she was annoyed with Y/N for not confessing. Nobara had watched her pine for Nanami’s protege for months.
“Shut up.” With that Y/N turned around and put her hands into her jacket pockets.
The entire group consisting of all first and second year students as well as Y/N and Ino was still standing on the school grounds, discussing where to go and what to do on their fun night out.
“Let’s go karaoke!” Y/N didn’t have to look to know who it was that threw the idea into the room. There was only one person who’d always be up for karaoke, and it was unfortunately Ino. Much to her dismay, everyone seemed to agree, except for the grumble of disapproval coming from Megumi. She had to give props to Yuji and Nobara for successfully dragging him along.
Absentmindedly Y/N tagged along when the entire group made their way to a random karaoke venue somewhere in Tokyo.
With her only having learned japanese within the past few years it wasn’t easy for her to open up, and she knew that if there was alcohol involved it’d only be worse for her. At least if she slipped into her native language no one would know what kind of nonsense she’d ramble on about.
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The hours passed, and the alcohol flowed endlessly as Ino kept ordering rounds and rounds of different types of liquor to their private room.
One by one each of them graced the group with their intoxicated and loud singing voices. A big highlight was the duet of Panda and Yuji, but Y/N’s personal favorite was Nobara dragging Maki up mid-song to turn the ballad she chose into a love song.
Each time one of them suggested for Y/N to come up and sing she shook her head. However, while the others accepted this, Ino didn’t. He was dead set on getting her to sing at least one song.
“Come on. Just one song. For me?” If his pleading voice wasn’t enough already, Ino then pulled his best puppy eyes, effectively melting Y/N’s heart like ice cream on a hot summer’s day. No doubt he knew about her crush.
“Maybe after a few more drinks…” She couldn't outright deny him anything, not when he looked at her with his big brown eyes and a pout that made her chest tighten. But her answer seemed to satisfy him at least somewhat for now since he nodded with a bright smile and turned towards the others to pick out another duet with someone.
Y/N briefly closed her eyes, damning herself for even saying maybe, knowing that Ino wouldn’t let this go, but how could she ever refuse him anything when he unknowingly already had her heart?
There was no way around it, she’d have to sing at least one song, so maybe they had something easy or something fun in their list of available songs. After downing two shots, to make up for the lack of courage, she grabbed the catalog and skipped through all available options.
She barely acknowledged Nobara and Ino belting out the lyrics to a Spice Girl’s song when she noticed a certain title in the list of songs. There, in the middle of Tokyo in a random karaoke venue, was an old German party song that probably no one here had ever heard before. But it was one song that Y/N was very familiar with. Courtesy of her older siblings. But should she really go for this one choice? At least no one would know what she’d sing about and no one could laugh about her per se, considering they’d all just laugh about how awkward the song sounded.
It was this song or nothing. As if the title had touched something deep inside her that, something that had been resting ever since she stepped foot onto japanese grounds.
At this point she had consumed a handful of shots and drinks but it wasn’t even nearly enough to get her through this song. Luckily, it didn’t take long for Ino’s latest order of drinks to arrive, and just like that, before either of the other’s could even grab one of the cocktail bottles Y/N had already reached for it, filled her glass and downed it in one gulp.
As if that wasn’t enough, the entire group watched with wide eyes as she downed a second glass right after.
“Hey, slow down. You okay?” It was Ino from beside her who spoke up and asked her. If the alcohol hadn’t taken a speed route through her system she would have melted from his caring tone.
“I’m fine!” She slurred her words without any hesitation. It was a sight Ino had never seen before, neither had anyone else in the little group, but she seemed happy and even excited so what could go wrong?
Ino watched her reach for one of the microphones and stand up, albeit a little clumsily. If he wasn’t worried about her he would have found it adorable.
In all her drunken glory Y/N navigated her way through the song library until she found what she was looking for.
The blasting pop beats that sounded from the speakers instantly caught all attention from the group and when Y/N stumbled around the table to take the tiny stage Ino’s eyes followed her. The last thing anyone expected of the usual introvert and rather quiet girl was how she started to jump, bounce and even dance to the rhythm before singing along with the background vocals.
Everyone watched her but no one observed her as attentively as Ino did. His eyes followed her every move, seemingly out of concern but mostly because it had become a habit for him. He had very quickly developed a crush on her, which made him feel as nervous but also as giddy as a teenager. He’d never openly admit it to anyone however. Except Nanami, but only after the Grade 1 sorcerer had successfully, and in a matter of minutes, deduced that Ino seemed infatuated with her.
His racing thoughts came to an abrupt halt when Y/N started to fully get into the song and suddenly he realized that he had no idea what the hell she was singing about.
No matter how hard he tried to listen in on the words she sang, it all sounded like gibberish to him.
“Das kannst du echt vergessen, da hast du dich vermessen!” Y/N’s loud voice sounded out as she sang along to the lyrics and continued to jump around like a happy child. It was truly endearing to Ino, if he hadn’t been so damn confused by the song choice.
“20 Zentimeter, sind es jetzt nicht und nicht später. Du solltest dazu stehen, er ist leicht zu übersehen!” For some reason he seemed to be the only one, everyone else jammed to it, dancing in their seats as well as trying to sing along with the gibberish.
The feeling of being spoken to indirectly came over him more and more, considering Y/N kept glancing at him whenever she sang her stupid outlandish song. But what the hell did she try to tell him with it? It drove him crazy. All he wanted was to build a bridge to her, make a connection and get closer to her to maybe finally confess his crush to her.
“20 Zentimeter.” Y/N almost bellowed out the lyrics in her intoxicated state, and even Ino noticed that she seemed to jumble some of the words together. He blamed the alcohol and tried his best to simply focus on her and how overjoyed she seemed.
Once her song ended however, she reverted back into the quieter person. She was ready to sit back down but Megumi stood up and dragged Yuji with him, announcing to the rest of the group that all of them should get their asses home. Understandably so, since Megumi was the only one who paid attention and realized that the karaoke place would close soon. On top of that the annoyance he felt was written all over his face.
There were no objections. In all honesty, Y/N found it quite admirable of Megumi to be so responsible. He was the youngest in the group, yet he seemed to be the most mature one. She nodded towards his words, just like the rest of them did when they gathered their things and dashed out of the building.
Just before leaving the karaoke venue Megumi purchased some bottles of water for everyone, which he now handed out to each person. Courtesy of being the least intoxicated as well as being in possession of the only brain cell in the group.
The cool water in combination with the chilly refreshing breeze made Y/N feel a lot more sober in contrast to how tipsy she felt before. Almost naturally she fell into a pace that was just a tad bit slower than the group. She strolled a few steps behind the group, alone with her thoughts, and didn’t even notice Ino walking next to her.
“What was that song about?” His sudden words startled her and caused her heart to beat faster. A natural fight or flight reaction.
“You almost gave me a cardiac arrest.” She said as she breathed in and out deeply to steady her racing heart. It wasn’t her intention to ignore his question, she simply didn’t pay attention to what he said when he surprised her.
“Sorry…” He chuckled innocently and continued speaking, “but that song. It’s not a language I know. What was it about?”
“Oh. Well..” She started but quickly let the word face out into nothingness. The song wasn’t very appropriate. The message and actual lyrics weren’t really bad, just the meaning of it was vulgar.
“It’s just that you kept looking at me when you sang.” Shit. How the hell was she supposed to explain the lyrics of it to him now? Why couldn’t the ground open up and swallow her hole right at this moment?
Her face heated up to the point she knew that if she was a cartoon character her features would be scarlet red. Inside her head she screamed of embarrassment. For now she was thankful that the streetlights on their way were in such poor shape. It prevented Ino from seeing her intense blush.
Minutes felt like hours for Y/N when she tried to come up with the least embarrassing explanation. No way in hell could she tell him what the song was about.
“It’s about measurements!” She blurted out, almost too quick for him to understand, but he unfortunately caught it, even if he couldn’t make any sense of her words. His face mirrored his confusion as he stared at her with furrowed brows. It was a clear WTF written all over his handsome features.
Y/N tried her hardest to keep looking ahead, to focus on walking, or literally anything else, besides her pounding heart. Her cheeks surely could heat up an entire building in the deepest winter.
So close. Almost home. Her mind was racing but the sight of her apartment complex just about a hundred meters away caused her chest to feel lighter. Subconsciously she sped up her pace a little.
“I… It’s really just a silly german song. Nothing more to it.” She murmured after another moment. For a brief second she felt somewhat bad and guilty for attempting to dismiss the entire topic like this. He was right, she did glance at him too many times during her drunken performance, but it wasn’t her fault. It was all the alcohol’s fault!
When the two of them almost reached the front door of the building she turned her face towards him, ready to bid him goodnight. Ino seemed to have other plans as he spoke up before she even had the chance.
“I’m gonna find out what it means.” His voice was dripping with confidence. Once he found something he wanted he wouldn’t let go.
“But maybe you can give me some private german lessons, how about it?” Y/N didn’t expect his flirtatious tone or the wink he sent in her direction. Momentarily she froze on the spot. Ino just chuckled when he realized that he caused her to malfunction for a hot minute.
The way her cheeks now reminded him of freshly picked strawberries only made his smile brighter.
“Goodnight, gorgeous.” He chuckled once more. Eventually he turned around as he took some steps backwards, making his way towards his own place and leaving behind an extremely flustered Y/N with a racing heart and a bright blush.
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[TEASER]
Paring: seungcheol x you
Requested: no
Release date: 24-04-24
Genre: mafia au, reverse of getting kidnaped by the mafia boss, fluff, e2l, crack, assistant au
Warning(s): mention of abduction, guns?
summary: It was not supposed to be like this, it was a meticulous plan perfectly curated by you, Jun and Seokmin. You were supposed to go get the man who was the future heir of the Kim Corps named Mingyu, you ever had a pic of his. Most importantly it was definitely not supposed to be the man who now sits in your basement claiming that he is the leader of the mafia organisation you three work for.
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“So, you are telling me these three, these newbies who literally didn’t have any good job for them to gain experience drugged your ass and took you to god knows where, and you couldn’t even put up a good fight?!”
Jeonghan exclaims looking at the seated, nervous and scared faces of the three of you from Seungcheol’s office’s glass.
“Apparently not”, the older man sighs.
“My friend are you sure you are a real mafia? Because in the light of the current happenings I am starting to question your integrity a lot.”
Jeonghan says as he barks out a laugh, taking pleasure at his friends’ humiliation.
The bitch continues to make fun of the older man.
“Or maybe you were too immersed in staring at the pretty lady to notice that you were getting kidnapped”.
“I just thought I was getting mugged, so I didn’t fight hard enough, who knew I would be kidnapped instead.”
Seungcheol grumbles pouting a bit.
“Which is even worse, because you are telling me you would have let people just mug you for no reason when you are one of the most influential people underground!” now Jeonghan did look pretty concerned about the statement his superior just spewed and he does indeed have a hard time accepting it.
“Ahh! Just get over with it and let me go and make sure the three of them face the appropriate consequences for not only abducting me, but also trying to abduct my friend”, Seungcheol barks out while walking out, thoroughly humiliated and annoyed that his junior was having fun at his expense.
So Jeonghan does what he is good at. Right after his superior leaves, he strides towards the group and says, “so because the boss has instructed me to do something with you three which will stop you guys from going off the hook, I’m going to assign you some jobs in the organisation because I can.”
Now, anyone even vaguely familiar with Jeonghan would recognize the expression he wore just before chaos ensued, but contrary to popular belief, Jeonghan is actually quite amiable—at least, that's what he believes, and that's what matters, right?
He continued, “Junhui, you’ll be overseeing the artillery division our deputy head Chan will ensure you are well informed about your job. You’ll meet him tomorrow. As for Seokmin,” he paused, a sly smile crossing his face, which made Seokmin visibly nervous, “you, my friend, will be our esteemed boss's driver. Lastly, y/n, you'll be his assistant. You'll meet Chan tomorrow too; he'll explain the workings of your new role.”
Normally, in any ordinary conversation, you wouldn't dare ask inappropriate questions, but the circumstances were far from normal, so you proceeded with the most audacious question you could muster: “Why did Chan leave his previous post?”
Jeonghan politely responded, “He left because the job didn’t suit him, so we shifted him to the artillery department as a deputy head.”
Unspoken was the fact that Chan had been worn down by the boss's relentless bullying, quietly requesting a transfer for at least three years before Jeonghan finally relented. Since then, the turnover of assistants had been alarmingly high. Jeonghan desperately hoped you would stick around. Moreover, if either you or Seungcheol objected to this arrangement, he had enough leverage to ensure you both compile.
Enough dirt to keep both of you in line.
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45; OVERWHELMED
exhausted, you let yourself fall back on the bed.
so, this would be your so called ‘home’ for an unspecified amount of time.
thrilling.
to be fair, you had hoped to avoid any kind of palliative care for a couple more years, but it seemed like luck wasn‘t really on your side.
you sighed to yourself, clenching your jaw right after as you gazed onto the white ceiling.
well, at least you finally got yourself a private room, did you? could be worse. sure, you would’ve appreciated different circumstances, but you couldn’t really change that.
you reached for your phone on the little bedside table, thumbs hovering over the lock screen. quickly you entered your pin code before opening your messages, selecting the group chat with your friends.
yet before you could press the little ‘send’ button, you stopped.
would it really be that wise to crack that joke now? they didn’t even know of your whereabouts. as far as they were concerned, you were still in your room, comfortable spread on your bed, probably bored with everybody else being at work while you were forced to stay home.
not stuck in the hospital again.
they‘d grow worried.
something was clawing inside of you. you should tell them. they‘d be a huge support to you, you knew that. they have always been, no matter how hard you had tried to push them away. and even then they were there for you.
hell, they even were when they didn’t even know what exactly was going on. your friends had always been super supportive.
aran had been by your side for as long as you could remember and he had been there during every high and low point in your life. you needed a new prescription but couldn’t get out of bed? he would get it for you. an appointment as soon as the clinic opened? he‘d drive you, even if he had to get to his studies or now his trainings. you felt like you couldn’t breathe at 2am? he‘d be there in five minutes, immediately driving you to the er. aran had always been your rock.
sure, rocks don’t break. but a steady stream of water would deform them. you couldn’t care the thought of being the reason he bent out of shape.
it was similar with kita. sure, you haven’t known him for this long, but he was still one of the most attentive and caring people you have ever met. he has ever been a very direct person, preferring to be upfront rather than hiding your intentions or thoughts behind sweet words. and you appreciated that. he was the one to always make sure that you took care of yourself, either by simple reminders or by practically forcing you to do so. whatever it was, you could always be sure that kita would have some sort of remedy — either for your health, or your soul.
you didn’t want him to feel bad for trying so hard and you didn’t want all of his efforts going to waste.
the twins were a little bit different in their expressions. from what you had been told before you befriended them — or before they befriended you, let’s be real, you didn’t really have a choice — most of the conversations involving them would sooner or later evolve into some kind of banter or arguments between them. looking back, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at that. they had their own ways of distracting you and lightening the mood. at this point you were sure that they had some kind of agreement that whenever the mood was too grim, whenever someone of their close friends was in a bad mood, they‘d step in, in their own miya-twins-way. and to be honest, you wouldn’t want it any other way.
but they couldn’t face off against everything, their attempts to make you laugh wouldn’t always work. and the last thing you‘d want is to take that away from them.
and even suna, someone who you at times weren’t even sure liked you, ultimately was right there beside you every single time. sure, he loved to tease you and annoy you, but he was still always one of the first to notice when something was up. he was the one who‘d sneak into the hospital, somehow avoiding — or bribing — the night staff to calm your nerves with some sweet or savory snacks when it seemed like your mind wouldn’t let you sleep. bantering with him managed to get your mind off the painful truths, spreading a smile on your lips during hard times.
but what should you do if you didn’t have the energy to fight back? you didn’t want to imagine how that would change your dynamic. bantering was your thing after all, similar to the twins‘ way of showing each other affection. you couldn’t just take that away.
they had done more for you than you could ever express your gratitude for.
maybe you could drag it out a little. they didn’t have to know immediately, right? it would only bother them, dim the mood.
you had so many bad news lately. surely this one could wait.
maybe you didn’t have to bring it up now.
they have done so much for you. they have spent so much time by your side, sacrificed their free time in their busy schedules to be with none other than you.
and what did you give them in return? more bad news. more reason to worry.
nothing but concern.
it felt like life was constantly dragging you down and while trying to hold on for dear life, all you did was drag them down with you.
they really deserved better than that. you were sure that they were aware of it and yet for some reason they refused to leave.
maybe they felt guilty. guilty to leave you behind when all life seemed to do was kick you when you were already down.
did they take pity on you? was that why they were still with you?
you didn’t want to think that lowly of them. they were always honest with you, quick to comfort whenever you brought up concerns in the early days of your respective friendships. you hadn’t thought about this in a long time.
biting your lip, you shut your phone, putting it back on the table.
you couldn’t drag them down and you didn’t want them to see you like this.
so sad, broken, hopeless.
you‘d tell them some other time.
evanescent
/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”
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Zetsu’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki
From Nagato
You can’t keep eating them without checking to see if we’re using them first.
300 miles? Is that really the closest?!
I can put you with Tobi or Hidan. Take your pick.
Put the letters where they can find them, then stay somewhere hidden to see their reactions.
Keep an eye on them please. No explosions, no sacrifices. Nothing to draw attention.
I’ve been practicing every day. Legs feel stronger.
I’d only risk it if you also want to risk being placed in a gengetsu.
I’m sure I’ll be gone before her. All I ask is she be well taken care of. It’s all that matters.
No. Under no circumstances. I need them all ALIVE and able to work, please.
You can ask but she’ll probably hit you hard enough to REALLY split you in half.
From Kakuzu
Yes well your appetite is proving quite costly.
Find where he’s hiding and I’ll give you a third of his bounty.
I’m not so sure that “intelligence” is a quality I’d associate with any of them.
Actually if you could naturally produce that we could sell bottles and make some money 🤔
Much, much too expensive.
I don’t care if you eat him but wait until I get his heart out first.
I’d rather you ate me; my body won’t be on display for him to entertain Deidara with.
It’s complicated. And by complicated I mean I let a one time physical urge turn into a years-long relationship.
It’s the 1st. Rent and utilities are due.
If I didn’t we wouldn’t have *anything*. Be grateful.
I’m not sure if my threads would hold for plant-skin.
Stop losing them for God’s sake each one costs $50 in materials to make!!
I’ll take your word for it. That voice creeps me out.
From Konan
Please don’t ever do that again. Nagato almost had a heart attack. 😡
It’s funny in a shouldn’t be funny way.
Wait you’ve seen him without the mask 👀
No I don’t care if they’re annoying we don’t have the time to replace them now!!
Ask Sasori to take a look. He enjoys a challenge.
I don’t care how easy it was to get, I’m NOT cooking with that kind of “meat” 🤢
No offense but do you even have nails 🤔
I’d rather we didn’t need to pick up and move again unless absolutely necessary.
Since we were children 🥰
I’d kill anyone who tried. With my bare hands.
Kisame may be able to but the rest will need it cooked.
You’re THAT old?! 😵💫
Stick to guys. I will remain the only woman in this group.
Can’t you eat them? Aren’t you part Venus fly trap??
From Hidan
Freak.
Then stop watching, weirdo!
Because if you take the body before my praying is finished then the entire ritual is void!!
Not to be gay but yeah I see what he sees.
Then steal him some damn glasses next time!
But do plants even have dicks? Like is it green? Does it smell like grass? 🤔
He’s such a liar he wanted me since the day we met 😂
I saw you eyeing that cat and so did Itachi.
How do you say “Fuck you” in plant-speak?
They’re not “pink” they’re “rose”, heathen.
Ribs without sauce is like fucking without lube. Like what’s even the point?
If I could convert even one of those fucks I’d become a High Priest for Jashin.
Can’t. Kakuzu’s “withholding my paycheck” until I pay off that bounty of his that I killed. 🙄
So come with us. Everyone’s weird you’ll fit right in.
From Sasori
Elderberry, nightshade, and primrose. For now.
A mouse learns to fear other mice before it even thinks about predators.
Please stop that you gave him nightmares last time and I couldn’t work on my puppets for a whole week 😒
I don’t care as long as it has a big enough space for a lab.
Damn blue eyes trapped me for eternity.
An interesting experiment, certainly.
I have vague memories but that’s all.
You appear to be “friends” so talk to him and tell him to back off.
Who do you think I am? That freak Orochimaru?!
I don’t buy that stupid act for a second.
If I suggested aloe vera would you find that insulting?
You and I are the least bothersome in terms of eating. I don’t, and you hunt.
I’ll contribute when the expense is relative to me.
From Kisame
So far only Itachi knows about it but the water there is clear and beautiful.
Your way of thinking is truly fascinating.
Of course you’re welcome to join us but you’ve voiced objections before to both tea and sweets.
No, I’ll BURY him myself before I let you eat him.
Crab and shrimp. Especially crab.
I’m aware. His smell is getting weaker and his chakra is shaky.
I admire your patience for it but I don’t do so well in the sun for so long.
Again? Why?? Who attracted attention this time? 😒
I don’t but Samehada seems to.
The battlefield is empty. Care to join me at the buffet? 😋
Between the prayer rituals and the constant bombing I just can’t handle either of them.
Salt is for the weak. Pure fear flavors the meat better than any seasoning.
From Deidara
You can’t prove that was me, that could have been anyone!
If I’m successful there won’t BE anything left of me to eat so 🤷🏼
Idk you just look gray. Maybe stand in the sun for a while?
Ok we may eat more BUT his food costs more!
Wait is it real hair or like plant stuff 🤔
I didn’t this time he was dancing and he tripped on his cloak like an idiot.
Honestly not until I met Sasori lol
Omg where?! Riverbanks are always a goldmine of natural clay! 🤩
I get that but I’m just not interested, eternity is so boring.
Low key he goes into this voice sometimes that scares the piss out of me.
Bc it’s weird man it’d be like watching my mother shower or something 😖
Like usual he couldn’t shut up and almost got us killed on the spot 😡
Not unless you want to pick the lice out of my hair afterwards.
From Itachi
Not sure of the exact dynamics but I think it’s second or third cousins.
Maybe it’s best we all just live with our own partners. Too many in one area and eventually someone figures it out.
No he’s as gentle as possible. I just have sensitive skin.
Yes but cabbage is so versatile.
You saw him? Did he look well? 👀
The glasses help some but most everything is still a massive blur.
I tried. Nagato tried. He refuses to give up on the idea.
There is no “before” and there’s no “after0. There’s just NOW.
No I know he ate it because he had the jam smeared all over his collar.
22 doesn’t really interest me.
From Obito
The right arm still twitches if I try to lift too much.
Come on weren’t YOU happy when he died?!
He can’t turn me down forever. Just picture him with the Uchiha fan on his back 😍
Yeah well he’s still my little cousin and I still worry.
I think it scares him a little, he almost walked into a tree that first time I did it on accident.
It’s not excessive; the sugar is literally the only thing pushing me forward right now.
I would bet money that he’s the worst Sensei ever to those kids. No wonder Sasuke was so weak.
The constant money woes are so tedious.
Blind or not his reflexes are unmatched and he could still take me out in one move.
We should have put more emphasis on intelligent and less on “skills”.
You’ve gotta admit the explosions DO liven things up 🤷🏻
What if you ate him and he could still talk from inside of your stomach though? Is that a chance you want to take?
Bonus: From Madara
He stopped responding two years ago he acts like I’m dead.
What? That little shit. 😡
If the blonde is giving him too much of a distraction, dispose of him.
You don’t need to pre-chew my food I’m not a baby bird.
Have you seen my good blanket?
What happened to my slippers?
🍆 I want this. I’m craving this so bad. Please bring it to me.
Tell that boy to come back I need a good bath and a haircut.
Perhaps if you hadn’t recruited so many *brats* you wouldn’t be having such an issue.
Whatever you do, do NOT let them breed.
Did you remember where I stashed my last painting of Hashirama?
If I was younger I could have eliminated the entire group within seconds. They’d never even know what hit them.
Please procure a backscratcher and industrial grade toenail clippers.
Wait until he sleeps and move several large rocks into his room. I guarantee he’ll cry.
First that young lass, then the Hatake boy, now the blonde. He never learns his lesson does he?
What do you mean he cut it?? An Uchiha’s hair is his crown! Tell him to get back here NOW.
I should have chosen Fugaku’s son instead. Likely a lot less crying.
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Took the liberty of P3R releasing to create a tier list based on each SEES/Shadow Operative member’s opinion of Teddie. To prove some guy on Reddit wrong who said Mitsuru actively dislikes Teddie. No one actively dislikes/hates him. Lowest tier is awkward co-existence.
Most opinions based on Arena.
Tier 1: Teddie Fans
Here we have Aigis and special guest Labrys. Fellow non-humans stick together! They all have a strong understanding of each other. Only members that would actively text him and want to hang out. Would defend each other no matter what. They each know Teddie would take hits for them and would do the same. Squad!
Tier 2: Beary Good Friends
Junpei, Fuuka, and Koromaru
Junpei is such a fun bro they would definitely get up to shenanigans after he got used to Teddie’s inherent strangeness. Teddie teases and messes with him sometimes. Junpei sealed his fate after opening a door when Teddie told him to. Bro has been dubbed an easy target to mischief.
Fuuka is a sweet cinnamon roll. Would find all of Teddie’s energy to be overwhelming at first but then consider it endearing. Sweet boy and sweet girl. Teddie can take her on fun adventures. She will mom-friend him so much.
Mascot Wars is a curse Teddie inflicted on himself. Meanwhile Koromaru enjoys his company and interprets their one-sided rivalry and competitions as a game. Would save him from danger.
Tier 3: “Well, Teddie, you are an odd fellow. But I must say you steam a good ham”
A tier for mature individuals. Here we have Akihiko, Mitsuru, and Ken
Akihiko, more accurately, would float somewhere between tier 2 and 3 depending on how much he’s able to interact with Teddie. He’s one of the few guys Teddie gives a nickname to so the bear does enjoy his company even if they find each other to be odd. That irony is funny to me. Teddie clings to the bits of social awkwardness Akihiko has left and playfully makes fun of some of his choices. Meanwhile when going through the Arena routes where they have the most interactions Akihiko would respect him as a Persona-user for his strong loyalty towards his friends. Can be moved to tier 2 with enough interactions but otherwise stays here.
Mitsuru is here! The character that started this tier list! Mitsuru does not dislike Teddie and is able to shut down most of his flirting attempts fast. She is a professional and can deal with worse in a quick and serious manner with the least amount of offending. Someone online claimed that Mitsuru wouldn’t want to be on a team with Teddie due to difficulties dealing with him but I see this as false. In Teddie’s internal monologue in Arena he mentioned how commanding Mitsuru’s voice is and how it would be difficult to say no to her. This is to say under normal circumstances Teddie would have no issues following her orders. Mitsuru also didn’t veto Teddie volunteering to join her, Akihiko, and Aigis on a rescue mission for Teddie’s friends in Ultimax. So she would view him as a capable eccentric.
On to Ken. Honestly, this tier list made me realize how little Teddie and Ken have interacted in any spin-off. As such, most of this would be headcanons. I think Ken would view Teddie as very immature at first but would cut him a bit of slack after finding out he wasn’t from this world. Teddie would try to get him to play with him since he seems so serious for his age which would annoy Ken since he still doesn’t enjoy being seen as the child of the group. So they could have a few misunderstandings with each other. Overall, Ken would know that Teddie is an important member of the IT and try not to judge.
Tier 4: Awkward Coexistence
The tier for Yukari (& Shinji)
Yukari and Teddie didn’t have a good first meeting with each other. What with Teddie trying to touch her to check if she was a fake or not since he doesn’t know how the real Yukari is supposed to act and the fog was messing with his nose. They became a group for a bit before separating and most of their interactions had Yukari annoyed with him. Yukari is very critical around guys that are full of themselves and flirt with girls often so she would most likely keep a bit of distance when in a group setting with him. If she ever finds out more about him then she could be willing to give him another chance. Not seeing him for awhile could also mellow her out to him eventually. Otherwise they stay as acquaintances. Only one that would side eye to being paired with him for a mission.
So, there you have it random Reddit user! No one in SEES actively dislikes Teddie!
Maybe I'll make a reverse tier list? Teddie's own opinions on everyone!
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Psychosophy Subtypes — Volition/Will
1V Dichotomies
IV is a result attitude, so it doesn't keep the desire-forming process in its sphere of attention. In 1V's eyes, desire appears ready-made, where it can be realized or suppressed. And these desires are not changed much by interactions with strangers.
1V is an aggressive attitude: focused on its own desires and their realization, sometimes failing to realize that others have their own aspirations that don't fit into 1V’s own framing.
And 1V is a strong attitude, comfortable influencing others in this aspect, whether by imposing decisions on others or merely confidently following their own path and not easily deviating from.
As usual, there are three subtypes.
1V-2 / Strong 1V
Strong-1V seeks to influence the goals and desires of others.
The other subtypes mostly follow their own path and do not impose it, but strong-1V has trouble remaining aloof in this way.
They are often found in a common cause, guiding others and giving them assignments. If they have no "team" to do this with, they may do this in their household or with their friend group.
This is sort of like 2V, motivating and inspiring the people around them. But 2V is actually focused on the desires of others, they want the other to understand their own aspirations and use them as a guide.
But strong-1V will set the goal by themselves and naturally lead others in that direction, not quite pausing to think about what others' own goals actually are.
Compared to the other subtypes, they really enjoy responsibility, and wish to extend their activities past mastery of the self into mastery of the environment.
1V-3 / Aggressive 1V
Aggressive-1V tends to act like their current road to self-realization is the one true path, and can be disdainful toward those goals lie outside of it.
They tend to attract a group of followers that end up absorbing aggressive-1V's aspirations.
More than other 1V subtypes, aggressive-1V pays attention to the expectations of society and compares themselves to others, which can sometimes give them a 3V flavor.
But you can find the difference in the other dichotomies: aggressive-1V does not need others' help to make decisions or find motivation on the way. For 3V, their confidence and momentum very much depend on whether they are provided this.
Aggressive-1V is the most self-confident and ambitious subtype.
1V-4 / Result 1V
The result-1V subtype shows a visible indifference to goal-setting and self-actualization. They may consider themselves lazy and unable to get what they want.
External motivation doesn't really matter to them at all if they are without internal incentive.
The way result-1V usually works that they want to achieve the whole thing at once, rather than spending much time and effort to achieve the goal.
This can give them an air of uncertainty, like they are not really a leader, which can make them look like 4V, especially 4V-result.
To distinguish them, notice the following. First, you can't really impose your will on 1V-result. especially on anything that really matters (where 4V can usually be persuaded, especially if they know that you will leave them alone if they do what you want).
Secondly, 1V-result does not blame anyone but themselves for their failures: in their worldview, everyone is in charge of their own life. If you complain about fate, they will not be sympathetic.
Whereas 4V will often refer to annoying circumstances or others' mistakes, preventing achievement.
Still, 1V-result is the least purposeful subtype.
2V Dichotomies
2V is a process attitude: it will not bypass the goal-setting process. It's not enough to have readymade instructions or outlined plans: 2V finds it important to coordinate with both their own and others' desires.
2V is a passive attitude: they pay at least as much attention to others' desires and achievements as their own. Sometimes it may seem to others and to 2V themselves that they do not have their own aspirations at all. It is easier for 2V to find what they want when they discuss plans with others.
2V is a strong attitude: they do not sacrifice their own desires to someone more in command.
Instead, they will try to exert influence themselves, to either actively support the proposed course of action or to actively work against it.
Which of these properties comes out most determines the subtype
2V-1 / Strong 2V
Strong-2V is purposeful. They wish not only to discuss the decision, but to persuade the other person to act.
Such a 2V can easily step into the role of leader, to cut through the inertia. Whether through polite persuasion or outright provocation, they will get others to participate.
Sometimes it seems like they are not actually interested in noting what others want, which makes them look 1V-ish. But 1V wants to actuate its own desires immediately (which naturally leads to highs and lows of acivity). For strong-2V, getting others to act is almost a form of entertainment, which makes them more persistent (it does not drain them as much to involve others).
You will also hear strong-2V say things like: "I'm not doing this for my own good, *you* want this, and you're just sitting here!" This makes strong-2V seem intrusive but this sort of pressure is very useful, it's what any team can use if it wants to build momentum
This is the most insistent 2V subtype.
2V-3 / Process 2V
Process-2 V is quite democratic, a natural opponent of any restrictions and constraints.
In their opinion, nearly any proposal can and should be considered.
Process-2V subtype spends a lot of time and attention weighing each decision, figuring out whether they or someone else really wants to carry out a plan.
If a decision has already been made, they are always willing to go back and reconsider it. So maybe you agreed with them yesterday about who will do the work in joint project, and today they propose somehing else, ask again if you are satisfied with the direction, reflect on whether they really want to do it.
This can make them look like 3V. But 3V really needs discussion of plans, to gather enough motivation and confidence in their desires. Whereas process-2V doesn't need to be "recharged" in this way. it just wants to weigh the pros and cons
Process-2V is the most agreeable 2V type, and the hardest to discern the motives of.
2V-4 / Passive 2V
Passive-2V is quite attentive to others' intentions. Before making a decision, they will think about what others want.
They will listen to another's plans for a long time and carefully, and usually genuinely support them (outright refusal is hard for passive-2V).
If passive-2V is firmly opposed to a goal, they will usually try to remove themselves from the situation to avoid hurting anyone.
This looks like 4V, but 4V becomes tired quickly of "messing up" plans (the process of changing them). they are more inclined to help at the later implementation stage than the earlier "what and why" stage. 4V also will yield to pressure much of the time.
Passive-2V is not like this: they listen to others in order to actively be involved with the creation of the goal, and if you look closely they are still more guide than follower.
They do always leave their partner a choice: but passive-2V will be generating the options for that choice themselves. They are like an advisor, prompting accurately and caretully while leaving the right to make a decision).
3V Dichotomies
3V is a process attitude: it keeps the process of forming and realizing goals in its sphere of attention. 3V thinks and talks about what they want, how they're going to do it, and whether it's worth it or not. They are responsive to others' input in this area, and appreciate the right sort of feedback.
3V is an aggressive attitude: it is oriented toward achieving its own ambitions, sometimes not noticing that others have desires too.
3V is a weak attitude: it is subject to influence from outside, even if it doesn't want to be. 3V tends to attach importance to public oDinion. the may do a lot to get a positive response or do a lot to avoid being noticed to avoid a negative one).
One of these properties usually comes out more clearly than the other two, giving us subtypes.
3V-1 / Aggressive 3V
Aggressive-3V subtype is the most ambitious. They want to feel good about their own worth, and to prove this to others.
Often aggressive-3V sets big goals and does not shy away from telling others about them: they want attention focused on them and on their activities. They tend to draw attention and strong opinions from others, anywhere they go.
So from the outside, they look self-confident and independently successful, 1V-ish. What's the difference?
Aggressive-3V is more likely to take the opinions of others seriously, to fight back, and to declare that the need for this is an inevitable part of life.
On the other hand, 1V does not believe that it is possible for external circumstances to restrict their fundamental internal freedom of action, so they do what they see fit, not aiming to prove anything. This mindset is foreign to aggressive-3V.
3V-2 / Process 3V
Process-3V is more harmonious than the other 3Vs, being close in spirit to 2V.
They are interested in the common cause, they appreciate support and know how to provide it, they are not too proud to lake criticism.
They love to discuss their desires, actions, and plans for the future, and view achieving goals as a creative and dynamic process. If they are on a team, process-3 V can achieve a lot.
Unlike 2V, process-3V is primarily concerned with their own aspirations, viewing this interaction with others as a way to make progress there.
Also process-3V suffers from self-doubt and lack of motivation: to stay on the path, they need some benevolent external influence (where a 2V can provide this on their own).
3V-4 / Weak 3V
Weak-3V is very afraid of others' judgments, their harsh words and scolding looks. The desire to avoid this usually exceeds the desire to get what they want.
Weak-3V is usually secretive, keeping to themselves, and secretly resentful of others who are not like this.
They have trouble accepting help, both because they generally distrust people, and because they don't feel they're worthy of receiving it.
Weak-3V often considers themselves insignificant, miserable, incapable of anything, and these thoughts can overwhelm them, suppressing their ability to act.
Externally, they usually look like they are agreeable and go with the flow (like a 4V), but 4V has a tolerant attitude toward themselves and an accepting attitude toward others.
Weak-3V is often at their best in a hierarchical structure, where there are more powerful people to obey, and less powerful people who provide a sanctioned ground for self-assertion.
Even if effective there, weak-3V feels that they have not realized their true ambitions out in the "big world", and may take this out on anyone depending on them.
This is the most closed-off 3V subtype.
4V Dichotomies
4V is a result attitude: it usually doesn't pay much attention to how they and others form then intentions. instead seeing desires as a sort of obiective reality: what is to be done? Either you proceed with your agenda, or you abandon it for that of another.
4V is a passive attitude: it supports the aspirations of others more than fixating on their own (let alone involving others in their own agenda). If you can "infect" a 4V with your own goals organically, they can perform miracles of perseverance helping you.
4V is a weak attitude, it is easily influenced, and thus a 4V if not careful may suffer from adopting others' goals that are alien to their own nature. Additionally they will not usually impose their own decisions, believing this a personal and private matter.
This leads to three corresponding subtypes.
4V-1 / Result 4V
If result-4V's desires conflict with those of another, this is a difficult situation: they will not usually enter into dialogue or seek compromise.
Usually result-4V will just follow their own desires and do whatever enters their head instead.
This is a 1V-ish tendency. But unlike 1V, result-4V naturally avoids responsibility and struggles to keep promises (since it is difficult for them to do anything they do not want to do).
It is also notable that result-4V can be influenced by others, which can result in a rebellious tone: "leave me alone, I don't want to do it!" 1V in the same situation would remain calm, basically ignore the expectation, and continue on with their own agenda
Result-4V is the least collaborative of the subtypes.
4V-2 / Passive 4V
Passive-4V is distinguished by an interest in others' desires and goals, and an involvement in their implementation.
The active nature of this support, as well as a tendency toward compromise, gives them a 2V flavor.
There are two main differences. First, passive-4V will tend to compromise their own interests and agenda, which is not characteristic of 2V.
Second, they feel out of place in the process of setting goals and defining what is wanted in the first place, preferring to specialize in the later step of more straightforward achievement.
Constant searching and doubting on another's part (*cough* 3V) depletes passive-4V, since it often feels like a senseless waste of effort. (2V finds the same situation an excellent opportunity to display their creative potential).
Passive-4V is the most hardworking subtype, the most inclined to joining others in projects.
4V-3 / Weak 4V
Weak-4V is quite susceptible to others' influence in the area of desires and goals. They usually go with the flow, dreading to make decisions on their own, folding to others.
Weak-4V is usually too insecure to want to achieve anything that substantial. They lack ambition in work and relationships alike.
They are docile and tend to rely on their partner: not because they trust their partner, but because thinking about their own development feels odd and they seek out something to replace that feeling with.
Their low self-esteem and tendency toward self-doubt can make them look 3V-ish. But unlike 3V, weak-4V isn't so resentment-prone: they are not angry at those who are more successful, and do not suffer for not having realized ambitions as large as they'd like.
Weak-4V's lack of initiative and inclination to obedience is not a sneaky mask, it is a genuine internal state. This is the most sluggish of the 4Vs.
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Dedede's Friend, Kirby (A super short holiday story written in around an hour)
It’s been a long day of holiday festivities in Dedede castle. Kirby & Bandana Dee sleep on the side of Dedede’s majestic throne. The large and fluffy King Dedede sits upon his plush seat, staring right back at the small, but handsome Meta Knight, napping atop the King’s soft & round belly. The big penguin smiles, knowing he’s surrounded by the people he cares about.
His mind begins to wander between the multitude of memories this group of misfits have experienced. From picnicking in the lush Green Greens, to traveling between planets & dimensions. Trials endured, villains defeated, snacks devoured.
… rivalries forged.
Dedede still remembers the first time he ever fought Kirby. They both fought with everything they had, only for the selfish king to be humiliated in front of his entire army. That humiliation cultivated into a taste for revenge, encapsulated into a powerful mask. Hammers swung left and right, clashing each other with colossal force. In the end, however, it was the same result. A king, once again, defeated.
… but not humiliated. Even as he walked down the road, sorrowful of his defeat, he couldn’t help but feel some form of respect for his rival. No matter the circumstances, no matter the dire straits, the pink puffball always prevailed. And even when the King acted in his selfish ways, the same puffball would want to be friends. Despite denial after denial, pushback after pushback, there was no denying Kirby’s unconditional love.
“Dedede?” The King snaps out of his daze, looking over to see a worried Kirby standing behind the left armrest. “Why are you crying?” the puffball asks. Confused at the statement, the penguin king rubs his face, finding small wet stains on his glove right after. Was he actually crying? “Uhhhh I-I wasn’t crying,” Dedede answers, “I was just… out in the snow a bit ago, and then it… melted?” Looking back at Kirby’s sorrowful eyes, he knows that lie fell flat on its face. Dedede lets out a heavy sigh.
“Do you remember our first romp?” the penguin asks, “The moment you and I became rivals?” Kirby ponders for a bit, thinking back to the first time they met. “Yeah! I remember the large crowd cheering you on,” Kirby replied, “You were really tough!”
“Was I?” Dedede ponders, “I remember you steamrollin’ me in no time flat!”
“But you still tried!” the puffball counters, “And then, you tried again! And you were even tougher! That mask of yours was really cool.”
“Well of course it was cool!” Dedede says proudly, “I couldn’t just fight you again without adding a little flare into it. Even if you did beat me so easily, at least I looked cool doing it-”
“Don’t say that,” Kirby says. The King does a double take, unable to give a response before the pink hero continues. “You are not weak, Dedede. You are very strong. Strong enough to look after your kingdom. Strong enough to defend an entire horde of beasts. Strong enough to… protect the ones you love.” King Dedede blushes. Not wanting to admit how much he truly cares about Kirby, he simplys says “Well of course I’m strong! Gotta keep you lot from causin’ so much trouble around here.” Kirby giggles, stoic and egotistical tone of the King’s exterior sneakily hiding his soft interior. Some things never change.
“But also… I am glad you’re my friend, Kirby,” Dedede admits, “Even if you can be an annoying little goober… I wouldn’t trade ya for the world.”
“Bandana Dee also? And Meta Knight too?” the excited puffball asks. The bombastic penguin chuckles. “Of course,” he answers. And before he can say anything else, Kirby jumps up to Dedede’s chest, giving the biggest hug the small being can muster. “Thank you, Dedede.”
The King sighs, putting his arm around the pink troublemaker. “You’re welcome, Kirby.”
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
#kirby#king dedede#meta knight#bandana waddle dee#implied metadede#christmas#holidays#wholesome#short story#fanfic#hypercole
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(Avocado) Horizon Line
Chapter 1: A Heart of Logic and Empathy
AO3 Link
Summary: Due to an unfortunate accident, Avelyn finds herself injured and stuck in a stranger's house in the middle of nowhere. Eco, meanwhile, is just trying to deal with having another person living in their home. Under other circumstances, neither of them would have guessed that they'd get along so well, but maybe with time, they'll find out that this accident wasn't so unfortunate after all...?
(The world of Deltarune belongs to Toby Fox, Avelyn and Link belong to @pukeseven, and Eco and Click belong to @brightgoat.)
High above the dark sea, a biplane weaves amongst the green light cast by the grid that stretches across the sky. The plane’s pilot steers it through a series of increasingly complex maneuvers, showing off the fact that she is extremely skilled. (She knows it, too.)
However, all the skill in the world isn’t enough to help her when a critical component in the engine, weakened from all of the back to back long-distance flights across the water, stops working entirely.
As the plane begins to lose altitude at dangerously high speeds, the pilot struggles to eject, only to discover that this is one of the systems that has failed her. Left with no other options, she works to maneuver her aircraft into a glide, fighting to bring it closer to the faint lights of the shore in the distance in hopes that someone will see her.
Clinging to the yoke with all her remaining strength, she braces for impact—
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“NEMMUY…”
“Good night to you too, Flash.”
Eco smiled at the pod of poppups that lived in the channel of water by their house, taking their time to give each one their own special good night. This was one of the few routines of theirs that they maintained with each new pod of poppups that passed through their house, and they liked to think that it made each member of the pod feel special and loved. To be fair, it also helped them to grow up into healthy and friendly advertisement companions, but they’d be lying if they said that was the only reason they did this each and every evening.
They waved at the entire group one last time, before walking away somewhat reluctantly. It was always sad for them to say goodbye to their beloved creatures, even just for a night.
Suddenly, a loud crash resounded nearby, startling some of the younger poppups out of their sleep and making the scientist’s fins shoot up in surprise.
“Really?!” Eco hissed to themselves, their heart racing. “I just got the little ones to settle down!”
They hurried back over to the channel once again. “Flash, Ink, Escape, you three take care of the little ones, alright? Everybody, behave yourselves while I’m gone.” As much as they would have liked to stay and comfort their poppups, they had to make sure that…whatever that was…didn’t pose a threat to anyone.
The ad-creatures were abnormally silent and wide-eyed, clearly frightened by this unexpected occurrence. Eco offered up a small, sharp grin in response. “Hey, don’t worry! I’ve got this under control!” they insisted.
Then, they raced off to go see who or what had dared to disturb their pod. Sand wasn’t generally the best surface to run on, but Eco was used to it enough that even in their high-tops, it hardly slowed them down at all.
Once they saw the smoke rising in the distance, however, their speed only increased, but now fueled by fear instead of frustration. No matter how annoying the noise had been, the scientist could never stand to see anyone get hurt. They’d always been that way for as long as they could remember—it was part of why they were so good at caring for poppups.
As Eco skidded to a stop in front of the wreckage littering their beach (their poor beach!), they offhandedly noted that it resembled a modified amphibious plane, retrofitted for light cargo flights. The scientist didn’t know much about airplanes, but they did at least know that light cargo transports…were still required to have pilots.
And at that very moment, they noticed the one thing that definitely didn’t match the rest of the wreck—a flash of reddish-orange amongst the twisted metal. Quickly making their way over and around the broken remains, they found an unfortunate Addison trapped inside what had most likely once been the pilot’s seat.
With a decent amount of effort on their part, they managed to shift the broken pieces enough to get the Addi free, lifting them up in their arms. The pilot was completely unconscious, but thankfully seemed to have been protected from the brunt of the crash by their cockpit and flight gear. Their ankle did seem to be swelling slightly, though, and Eco knew they’d have to take a look at that once they got back to their house.
Once they were sure that the other was secure, they rushed back the way they’d come, slipping slightly more on the sand now that they carried an extra weight. Careful not to jostle the mysterious pilot, they called for another member of the pod, Tracker, to come and help open the door to their house as they approached.
“What are you even doing out here in the middle of nowhere?” Eco muttered to the unconscious Addison.
Gently laying them down on the sofa, the scientist began to heal what injuries she could, switching to her first aid kit once her magic began to falter. There was only so much she could do, anyhow, given that the pilot had some nasty scrapes plus a twisted ankle. Quite frankly, they’d been extraordinarily lucky as it was.
Once she’d done all she could, Eco ran out quickly to settle her pod down once more before they slept. “Don’t worry, guys!” she reassured them. “It’s all going to be okay. I’ve fixed everything up, I promise.”
They seemed plenty reassured by that, given that one or two had even fallen asleep by the time she’d finished checking on them. For that, at least, she was grateful.
Then, she came back and sat down on the couch next to her unexpected guest, keeping watch over them until they woke up.
She didn’t have to wait long, as it turned out—only half an hour. In a fraction of a second, the pilot jolted from sleep intto full awareness, gasping. Their eyes darted around, and they began to push themselves upright…only to be startled again by the sight of Eco. This time, they glared directly at her, scrambling into an upright position (and wincing as their injuries clearly flared up).
“Hey, take it easy!” Eco cried. “You’re going to hurt yourself all over again!”
The other Addison simply continued to glower. “And why do you care?” they snapped. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave me and my plane alone.
Eco sighed, rubbing her forehead tiredly. She really didn’t have time for all of this—she had enough on her plate with this pilot’s presence alone, without also having to convince them that she wasn’t the bad guy in this scenario. “Listen, if you want to be like that, could you just go do it to someone else who didn’t save your life? I literally just finished patching you up after you crash-landed on my beach.”
“Crash-landed? I—” The Addison sprang up off the couch. “Oh, god! Airdr—owwww…” They winced, lifting their twisted ankle off the ground.
“Didn’t you hear me earlier?” Eco said, giving them a stern look as they sank back down onto the sofa. “You’re going to hurt yourself more if you keep acting like that!”
“Fine…” they muttered.
Eco folded her arms, not ready to let up just yet. “You have sustained severe bruises across your entire body, mild lacerations on your arms and side, and damaged your ankle. I would not recommend doing any kind of strenuous physical activity whatsoever for the near future.”
“Geez, not pulling any punches with that, huh?” the pilot said. They sat there in silence for a moment, but then sighed. “Sorry. I was just rushing home after a massive delivery job, looking forward to resting…and now I wake up in a stranger’s house with a busted ankle and an even more busted plane. Not exactly the way I was hoping to spend my night, but none of that’s your fault.”
The pilot cracked their first smile since waking up—a small one, seeming slightly embarrassed now. “I’m Avelyn, she/her. Nice to meet ya. And, uh, sorry again for snapping earlier.”
“Eco, she/they. You too, and thank you.” the teal Addi replied, feeling some of the tension in the room dissipate.
A moment of mildly uncomfortable silence passed before Eco remembered what hosts were typically supposed to do. “Can I…I don’t know, get you anything?” they asked awkwardly.
“Some water’d be nice. I feel drier than a desert right now.” Avelyn sighed, sinking back into the couch.
Quickly, Eco darted off into the kitchen and returned with a glass of water, which the pilot downed in one go. It was only after they’d come back again with a refill that they thought of another question to ask.
“Hey, is the couch comfortable enough for you to sleep on? If not, I have an air mattress…or I could take the air mattress, and you could take the bed…”
“The air mattress oughta be enough for me, thanks.” Avelyn said, smiling again. “Damn, you’re being awfully nice to someone who just smashed up your beach, yelled at you, and basically pushed her way into your house, aren’t ya?”
Eco grinned sheepishly, not having expected a compliment like that. “Oh, really? I’m actually surprised you think so! My friend always says I don’t know the first thing about having people in my house. He’s kind of been giving me tips…in between the sass.” They rolled their eyes, recalling the numerous choice words said friend had had for them over the years. “And the fact that you got hurt wasn’t your fault, after all, so I don’t see why I shouldn’t be decent, you know?”
“Well, maybe because I wasn’t exactly decent to you? But, uh, I appreciate that you’re not takin’ it out on me. And by the way, that guy sounds like a real charmer.” the reddish Addison muttered, rolling her eyes.
“He likes to think he is, but I would personally beg to differ.” Eco elaborated. “He wouldn’t like me saying this, but he’s actually a dork most of the time.”
Avelyn snickered. “You roast all your other friends like this?”
The scientist frowned, genuinely confused. “Other…friends? I mean, I have my pod, but he’s the only Addison I spend time with.”
The pilot’s eyes widened. “Oh! Oh geez, I’m sorry!”
“What for?” Eco asked, not bothered in the slightest. “I don’t need that many people in my life—I have him, and now you’re here to stay for a while…honestly, I think that’s about as many Addis as I can handle at a time!”
Avelyn tilted her head. “Well, you don’t need to worry about me, really. I can take care of myself!”
Suddenly, a distinct growling noise came from the general area of her stomach, and she visibly cringed. “That is, if you happen to have a kitchen ‘round here somewhere…”
Eco perked up at the sight of a distinct goal once more. “Indeed I do! Why don’t I make you something and show you around?”
Avelyn made a valiant effort to stand up, but couldn’t rest any weight on her left ankle at all. Eco frowned for a moment, before their fins shot straight up. “I almost forgot! Hang on, wait right there!”
“Not like I can really go anywhere…” the pilot muttered, but Eco had already dashed out of the room.
They rushed up the stairs to their room, dug their old crutch out of the closet, and then raced back into the living room, before pushing the crutch on Avelyn eagerly. “There! Now you should be able to walk just fine.”
“…should I be concerned that you just happen to have this on hand?” she asked, raising one eyebrow warily.
“Oh, not at all!” Eco chirped, already heading towards the doorway they’d previously used. “I just got mauled by a sidebar shark once, had to use that for a week or two until my leg healed up. But now I have a really neat scar, so it was all fine in the end.”
Avelyn just stared for a second, dumbstruck, before following the scientist through the door.
“So, this is my little kitchen-slash-dining room, and over there’s my medbay. It’s mostly for my poppups in case they get hurt or sick, but I’ve used it once or twice myself.” they explained.
“Oh, so you’re a poppup breeder?” Avelyn asked.
Eco grimaced. “I don’t love the term breeder…I’m more of a caretaker, personally. I let them do what they need to do, teach them what they don’t know, give them a safe place to live until they’re needed. That kind of thing.”
The reddish-orange Addi smiled briefly. “That does sound nicer than most breeders I’ve heard of.”
Their wince switched abruptly to a beaming smile. “And I’m proud of it!” they declared, thinking happily on all the poppups they’d helped raise to maturity over the years.
“Oh, right, back to the tour.” Eco continued, gesturing towards the stairs. “I don’t want to make you go up and down those any more than you have to, so just know that up there’s my bedroom and office. I’ll run up and get you the air mattress so you don’t have to climb the stairs every night and morning.”
“Hang on, didn’t you say you had food in this house?” Avelyn interrupted.
“Oh! The food!” Eco slapped a hand to her forehead, eyes wide. “Here, let me see—” she began rummaging around in her cabinets—“would you be…partial to…some soup? I have a can or two of that…”
“Sounds good to me.” Avelyn said.
“Excellent!” Eco cheered, attempting to sit up and promptly knocking her head into the top of the cabinet, given that she hadn’t gotten fully out yet. “Oh, damn…don’t want two of us injured here.” she muttered.
“Are you alright?” Avelyn asked, stifling a giggle.
“Yeah, I just don’t go down there very often.” Eco said, shuffling a few more things around in order to gather up what she needed. “Oof, I really need to organize this place sometime…” she added, mildly embarrassed now that she actually had a relative stranger over and looking at the moderate mess of her house.
As soon as she’d gotten out, she shot upright, putting a pan on her small stove and setting everything up. “Yeah, but soup’s good, actually,” she said, half to herself, “not a lot of work…”
“You talkin’ to me?” the pilot asked, sounding more than a little bewildered.
“Oh! No, sorry, I just talk to myself sometimes.” Eco explained, shrugging. “Comes with the territory when you live out by yourself, you know?”
Avelyn blinked. “You sure you’re not a…mad scientist, by any chance?”
“I…don’t think so.” Eco said, answering the question completely seriously. “Click calls me that as a joke sometimes, but I have too many morals and ethical constraints to be a true mad scientist.”
“…Click? Wait, is your friend from earlier Click?!”
“You know him? How?” Eco exclaimed.
“He and I hang out when I’m in town sometimes—how did you meet him?”
“He heard me talking about Addison code at some conference-type thing and wouldn’t leave me alone until I talked to him about it.” Eco laughed at the memory. “After that, we just…never stopped talking, I guess!”
“Who would’ve thought?” Avelyn muttered, shaking her head. “I guess you’re not such a stranger after all.”
“Soup’s all heated up!” the scientist declared, before replying, “He might come over while you’re here. Or he might not! He’s been pretty busy lately with that new partner of his.”
“Ooh, a partner?” Avelyn asked, sitting down as Eco poured the soup into two bowls. “I haven’t heard about that!”
“He refuses to tell me much of anything over text.” they said, before adding, “But I do know it’s his boss.” They accentuated the last word with a smirk, and Avelyn gasped appropriately.
“No! Link?!” she cried. “I’ve been away for ages on work, I didn’t even know they were into each other! How have I missed this?”
Eco grinned. “I did know Click had the hots for Link—he would not shut up about them the last couple times we talked! It was kind of annoying, but also a little cute, if I’m being honest.”
“Oh, they’re definitely going to be super cute together!” Avelyn added, grinning. “Please tell me he at least told you how they got together.”
“Yeah, he did do that. He actually panic-texted me the same night it happened…” the teal Addison began, launching into the story as the two sat down to eat.
They talked for hours, but eventually the two began to grow exhausted, and headed off to set up Avelyn’s bed and then to sleep.
After Eco had gotten her new guest all set up, she turned to leave, but was stopped by the sound of Avelyn’s voice. “I don’t think I ever properly thanked you.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You let a total stranger into your home…bandaged me up, got me food, made me feel welcome…and I haven’t even had the decency to say thank you. I guess I’m not used to this kind of hospitality, but that’s still no excuse. So, thank you. For all of this.”
Eco blushed slightly, equally unused to this level of attention and thoughtfulness. “Oh! Of—of course! I’m happy to help!”
“I appreciate it.” Avelyn replied warmly. “And…I hope you sleep well.”
“You too!” Eco replied, before leaving the room herself to (at last, several hours later than expected) go to sleep.
#deltarune#deltarune addisons#addison oc#econ o addison#avelyn addison#sol's fanfiction#how did it take me until NOW to realize that i don't know avi's middle initial????#wow...anyway#this is my first time writing both of these addis so i hope i did them justice!#also a question for anyone who feels up to responding:#the poppups are going to appear a lot more in the next chapter#do they have gendered pronouns#use they/them#or use it/its?#i have literally no idea what the fandom consensus is here#so any advice would be much appreciated#okay that's all#thanks for reading!!
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man i really thought the dynamic of the three leads in oasis would be somewhat similar to the three leads in chicago typewriter or my country. well at least that's what the first few eps seemed to be going for
but it became just one of those many annoying kdrama love triangles bcs of the 2nd lead. idek where the plot is going atp
i still like the drama tho. cuz im a sucker for angst no matter how frustrating it gets. and i dont rlly mind where the plot goes. i just wish the three leads maintained their unbreakable bond no matter how complicated their circumstances turn out
like with the 2nd male leads in chicago typewriter and my country, as frustrating as it may be, i still understood why they had to make the choices they made. i wouldnt defend them but i get them. i loooove the 2nd lead in chicago typewriter no matter what and the three leads are still among my top fav kdrama trios. i hated the 2nd lead in my country but i get why he had to turn to the bad side. like theres an actual depth in his characterization
but with cheolwoong its rlly just immaturity, jealousy, and insecurity.
(get ready for a cheolwoong hate essay)
hes still the same highschool boy who would come home crying bcs doohak ranked 1st on top of the whole class. the same boy who was competing "fair and square" to win the heart of their highschool crush. the same boy who would make other ppl do the dirty work for him cuz hes a pretentious coward
the way he is so ready to throw away his lifelong brotherhood with doohak for his highschool crush who he knew for a few yrs and who never even led him on to make him think he has any chance with her
the doohak who he called his hyung his entire life. the doohak who did everything he told him to until highschool. the doohak who would fight his fights. the doohak who /involuntarily/ went to prison for a crime HE COMMITTED just bcs he begged him to tho he knew it would ruin doohaks life. like id be so ashamed to even show up in front of him. if he asks for something, id do it right away without considering it as a payment for my debt cuz nothing could make up for what doohak had to go through bcs of me
not to mention doohak also singlehandedly saved him (again... for the nth time) against that group of college students without any help from anyone
he couldnt even make up his mind if he wishes to save or betray doohak like how he remained neutral with the student activists vs gov thing in his college days. like if ure gonna be the bad guy, just be the bad guy and let me hate u entirely
like u can tell he still cares for doohak (reason why i thought theyd have this unbreakable brotherhood even when they act like enemies in front of eo but theyd come running to save eo when needed to cuz they know deep down they love eo like the male leads in the 2 dramas i mentioned above) but i guess he doesnt care for him enough to let him be happy after all those years of suffering (which he caused)
doohaks friendship with his gang members is even more precious than theirs. like i would trust any of the gang members with doohaks life but not cheolwoong
also the lack of self awareness??? he always brings up doohaks flaws when hes actually way worse
anyway i hope the writers dont give him redemption arc just for the sake of giving everyone a good ending. i want him miserable and i want to hate him until the end. when he finds out the truth abt his birth, i want him IN SEVERE PAIN. i want him to be so ashamed to even go near doohak. on top of that, i want jungshin cutting him off her life for good and giving him the same disgusted face she gave doohak when she found out hes part of a gang. I WANT HIM SUFFERING
and give doohak and jungshin their happy ending ffs! they literally just want a peaceful life together without all these makjang drama. theyve been through soooo much since they were young and until now. enough is enough
#just wanted to let this off my chest#not dropping the drama tho#tho its tempting to drop it and make my own ending in my head#but i watched it for dongyoon and seorina so im staying for them#their characters are still the best thing in the drama after all#kdrama#jang dongyoon#jang dong yoon#seorina#seol inah#seol in ah#oasis#kbs oasis#idk their official tags here so#jana watches
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Just babbling but- I always get annoyed when fanfics make the whole stranger gang the best of friends, who always hang out with each other, even far into the future. I understand a bond occurs in such bizarre circumstances, but I just can't see Max going to hang with Eddie or Eddie and Steve hanging out or etc. It just doesn't seem plausible in my mind. Like sure, I feel that each of them would be amicable and have a healthy respect, but for them all to be besties! I don't get it. What are your thoughts
I love the babbling! Hi!
I kind of understand where you're coming from. I don't think that the Hawkins teenagers exclusively hang out with each other, like - I don't think if the Byers still lived in Hawkins, that Jonathan and Nancy would be besties with Steve and Robin and Eddie right away. I think they'd have their moments, but they each have their own group of friends they spend time with. Steve and Robin probably hang out every day; they're practically siblings, but beyond that, I think it would take some time after all the adventures for the teenagers to realize that they're each other's Ride or Dies, social barriers or no.
I think the kids will always be best friends. They were already incredibly close before El came into their lives, and trauma bonding is a big deal.
And I think Steve will always be in those kids' lives, at least a little. Especially Dustin's. Dustin does not have a dad. Dustin does not have a brother. Dustin has his mother, her cat(s), and his friends. (I actually have so many thoughts about Dustin and Dustin's thoughts on dads/men, Dustin's relationships with both Steve and Eddie, etc.) I think Dustin and Steve's friendship is really special to both of them and they wouldn't let it fall apart no matter where Dustin goes after high school, no matter where Steve goes in the future.
But my honest opinion is:
Yes, they would be. They would be best friends. All of them. Eventually. And I'll tell you why:
Because they've all gone through some crazy, crazy stuff. The same crazy stuff. Together. No one else knows how it feels to deal with the Upside Down except this group. No one else knows about what happened with the Russians. No one else knows about Vecna, the demogorgon, the real reason Hawkins is cursed. Where Will Byers actually was that one time he went missing.
I mean, they all already knew each other in a sense. The teens all went to the same high school. And as for the kids - they've been best friends for years. They knew of Steve Harrington before Nancy started dating him. Max gave him a goodbye note, too. Nancy used to dress up for D&D campaigns Mike hosted when she was younger - and she chose to dance with Dustin at the Snowball. The Byers adopted Eleven and made her Jane. That child would fight for any one of these people, and has several times now, because according to her, nothing is more important than her friends. Robin and Steve have become inseparable. Nancy and Steve are on good terms despite the breakup. And if Eddie had lived, he would be indebted to this group of people he never would've hung out with otherwise. Dustin and his merry band of misfits worked to save the world and clear Eddie's name. That means something. You don't just go your separate ways after that.
Realistically, yeah, it would be amicable and healthy and respectful at first. But they've bled together (get out of my head, Erica). Chrissy can hang out with the cheer squad all she wants, but would one of those girls face down a swarm of demobats for her? Nancy lost Barb, and we don't see her with anyone else friend-wise. No one else would get it. Jonathan gets it. Steve gets it. Robin gets it. Eddie gets it. Mike and Dustin and Lucas and Will and Eleven and Max get it.
When you go through stuff like that - now they're aware of each other. Now it's different. You cannot just go back to normal life after Upside Down trauma; we've seen that. Now if they need someone to talk to, if something scary happens, do you think they're gonna turn to their immediate group of friends from normal life? Eddie wouldn't be able to talk to Jeff or Gareth about nightmares of Vecna pinning Chrissy to his ceiling. Steve can't call up Tommy H. or any of his basketball groupies if he's having some kind of demogorgon-induced PTSD. If some new mystery happens in town, this group will immediately seek out one another.
There's something about going through stuff like that that breaks down barriers. Why would you hang out with anyone else as much as you hang out with the people you were the most real with in times of crises? Eddie/Chrissy/Robin (newbies) would have discovered during the UD adventures that these people are not all that hard to get along with/different from them (Eddie with Chrissy, Eddie with Steve, Robin with Nancy, Nancy with Robin, Nancy with Jonathan, Jonathan with Nancy, Dustin with Steve, Steve with Dustin, Hopper with Mike, Mike with Hopper, it happens EVERY TIME). They would also have discovered that when the end of the world is literally happening, they can count on these people. That creates a kind of bond you can't get anywhere else.
I think they'd become less like an ordinary group of friends and more like a little family. You have your regular friends, sure, but if you're lucky and have what a family is supposed to be, you know friends come and go but you always have your family. Whatever that family looks like. You are the most comfortable with them. With family, you end up hanging out even when you weren't planning on it. When something serious happens, people who feel like family (or are family) are the first people you go to.
I think it would be like that for the Hawkins crew, even Eddie and Chrissy after a while. Maybe not right away, but gradually? Absolutely. Age differences and social statuses do not matter when they're together. They're family. They're best friends because they're family.
That's my take, anyway!
#forgive me I got emotional#thinking about#yknow#the Party#asked#answered#ask doverstar#doverstar answers#anon#anonymous#steve#steve harrington#nancy#nancy wheeler#the party#hawkins heroes#fruity four#I guess#dustin#dustin henderson#jonathan#jonathan byers#will#will byers#mike#mike wheeler#lucas#lucas sinclair#max#max mayfield
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Option B: —You know what? I can have breakfast later at campus, let’s leave now—
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You looked at the tempting food served just for you, and then back at your friends —You know what? I can have breakfast later at the campus, let's leave now— you thought that, the least you could do for your friends was to be the one to make a sacrifice this time so that they would not miss the first period again for you.
Gaeul arched an eyebrow at your suggestion —Are you really rejecting the breakfast I prepared for you with so much love?— you opened your mouth to say something, but she interrupted you with a click of her tongue —Fine, let's go, but you better wake up early tomorrow, I don't want you to pass out for the lack of food— she scolded you just like the mom friend of the group would, but you could tell she was not actually mad about you throwing her food away; deep inside, she wanted to leave too, something totally understandable.
—I promise to escape from my pillow's grip tomorrow— you smiled at them and gestured for them to leave first, following close behind and closing the door behind you.
—The next bus should arrive in six minutes, let's walk faster— Lily said, setting a pace that you found rather difficult to follow, given your sleepy state. Neither Gaeul nor you had a clue of how could the pink-haired girl tell the exact time when the bus would arrive, but she was always right; you wondered what kind of app did she use to track them.
Just as you had a few steps more to reach the bus stop, you could see the vehicle approaching from the opposite direction. Their sidewalk was totally empty with exception of two boys, seemingly close in age to you, that waited at the stop. Your friends and the bus arrived at the same time, so you barely had time to catch your breath before Gaeul dragged you by the arm inside the vehicle.
Your friends sat together, Lily taking the window as usual; she enjoyed "looking at things", as she had explained in the past, and even though you had no idea what that meant, it seemed to be an important matter to her, so you and Gaeul always take the seat on the hallway when sitting with the younger girl.
You were right behind them, so immersed in checking your mental to-do list to notice that someone had taken the seat beside you; it was one of the boys from before. In any other circumstance, you would have ignored a stranger like him, but you could not help your curiosity, as this was the first time you saw them in the neighborhood. Let's say that you were kind of a gossiper, you knew almost everyone who lived within a five-block radius of your apartment, and it kinda bothered you to have no clue who these people were and why you had never crossed paths with them before. —Excuse me...— you said, immediately catching his attention —Are you also heading to Belift uni?—.
—Yes, it's our first day here— he pointed with his chin at his friend that was sitting on the opposite side of the bus. You nodded, satisfied with the answer —We are engineering majors, by the way— he smiled with a hint of pride in his features, and his friend rolled his eyes at the uncalled bragging.
—Me too! And my friends— Gaeul, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation the entire time, greeted them with a wave of her hand. Lily completely ignored everyone, her eyes still fixed on the window —Don't mind her, she's a little shy— you explained, the stranger hummed in understanding.
—My name is Jake— he suddenly introduced himself with a smirk plastered on his face —And that grumpy guy over there is Jay— he pointed at his friend again, who had now an unimpressed expression on his face; you thought that they must be very good friends to joke around like that... Or Jake could just be super annoying, any of the options seemed valid at this point.
—How nice of you, Jake, making Y/N have a good first impression of me— Jay's sarcastic tone made his friend snort. The boy sitting beside you was about to retort, but the bus came to a halt at the university's stop, so all the students aboard got up from their seats.
You were about to reach the door, but someone pulled your sleeve from behind, making you turn back to face Lily, who looked as terrified as her almost expressionless eyes let her —Y/N— she softly called —You never told those guys your name—.
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Cupid isn’t the only great archer
There aren’t many things that Katsuki looks forward to more than the horse riding competition. It’s the biggest event of the year, bringing in people from all over the country. Some journey all the way from the northern forests, or travel from the deserts to the west, still wearing the yellow sands on their furs.
Katsuki isn’t intimidated by them in the least. Yes, they might have hours on horseback under their belts, and have ridden hard under difficult terrain to get here. But the grasslands are his home—he knows them better than anyone, and is a natural born rider to boot.
Now archery is a different skill entirely, taking many hours to master. It’s a tricky thing, hitting a moving target at a full gallop, but Katsuki is ready. He’ll prove himself this year, becoming the youngest champion ever.
When the group of contestants gather, he’s expecting many older competitors. He isn’t disappointed. Most of them are as weathered and tanned as leather, though their sharp gaze and strong arms show that they are more than capable. What he’s not expecting is to see another youthful face among the group. A pair of bright green eyes find him as he saddles up, a boy his age waving enthusiastically.
Idiot, Katsuki thinks, smirking at him. This newcomer looks as green as grass, and even has the hair color to match. He’s got an open face, one that’s covered in freckles and smiles too easily. Katsuki wants to crush him.
When the group rides out, starting at a canter, Katsuki rudely cuts in front of him. It’s best to let the other know that he’s not messing around—unlike the green-eyed stranger, Katsuki is taking this competition seriously. This is not a joke.
He turns and shoots him a contemptuous glare. The stranger meets his gaze evenly, smiling tightly. There’s a light in his eyes, though… one that unsettles Katsuki slightly.
He doesn’t realize why it bothers him until they surge to a full gallop, and the first target is thrown high. Before Katsuki has even fully drawn back his bow, the other boy looses an arrow, piercing right through the wooden disc.
Katsuki shoots wide. As he does when the next disc flies high. He has no room in his head to worry about anyone’s performance but his own. Still, he can’t help but note every time that the green-eyed stranger shoots. It’s almost immediately after the target flies, whizzing over Katsuki’s head with deadly accuracy.
When they slow to check the results, it’s apparent who wins the round. Of all ten targets launched, the other boy’s arrow is the only one present in each; always centered, always buried the deepest.
Katsuki hisses in annoyance. He only managed to hit seven targets… better than most, but clearly not good enough. No matter, the next set of targets will be dragged behind a rider. Not only do you have to be accurate, but you have to be able to keep up. This is where Katsuki will start to pull away from the others. His knowledge of the steppes will allow him to shine.
“What’s your name?” he asks as he sidles up to the green-haired stranger.
He smiles at him again—all white teeth and chubby cheeks. Katsuki decides that he hates him. “Izuku. What’s yours?”
“Enjoy your lead while it lasts, Izuku. I’m about to show you how it’s done.” He throws the second half of that sentence over his shoulder as he turns away.
“I can’t wait to see that.”
Ignoring him, Katsuki moves his horse to the other side of the gathering. At least now he has a name to go with that annoying face. A moment later, a shout rings out, signaling that the second leg of the competition has begun. He tries to put that chubby-cheeked bastard out of his head…even if he does find that spray of freckles slightly fascinating.
Maybe under different circumstances, he would even think Izuku was attractive.
They speed up to a gallop, horse and men streaking together until the edges of both blur. The dragged target bounces along the uneven ground, catching on bits of ice and rock. Its movements are unpredictable, just like real flesh-and-blood prey would be. Katsuki is ready to prove his mettle, however. At the signaling shout, he draws his bow back and—
An arrow appears in the target, standing tall. By the time Katsuki scrambles to release his own, another sits pretty beside it. Izuku is behind him and still managed to hit the target twice before Katsuki loosed a single bolt.
It’s a mad scramble after that. Determined not to be shown up on his home turf, his focus intensifies as he rides like he never has before—hard and recklessly fast. His gaze is locked on the target until the rest of the world fades to black, disappearing as his vision tunnels.
Halfway through his quiver, the other boy slides in front of him. As fast as Katsuki is, Izuku is faster. He’s more sure of himself, too, and bold. Katsuki can’t help but stare at him after he shoots his last arrow. He’s certainly a sight to behold. The green-haired terror turns, and for a moment that seems to last an eternity, their gazes clash. Katsuki feels something warm fill his chest when it does.
Thankfully, Katsuki manages to pull out a victory. Izuku loses this time to him, but not by much.
When they pause the competition again, preparing for the final stage, Izuku approaches him. “That was fun! You’re very skilled!”
“Are you looking down on me?!” Katsuki snarls.
Izuku’s expression falls slightly, his mouth hanging open. Before he can think of anything to say, Katsuki is already pulling away. “I’ll show you this time!”
“What’s your name?” Izuku calls softly.
Katsuki narrows his eyes, readjusting his grip on his stallion’s reins. He bites his lip, then shouts. “If you manage to beat me, I’ll tell you!”
The last leg of the competition is a shoot out. Two teams face off, armed with blunted arrows that leave behind smeared paint. Katsuki has been placed with the pursuers, to his dismay. It’s the easier of two positions—he has to aim in front of him, shooting at moving targets at a full gallop.
Izuku is on the other team. He has a much bigger challenge of fending the attackers off… plus he has to turn and shoot behind him.
Katsuki is annoyed about it. He needs to win this stage handily, leaving the judges no question of who is the most talented. But how good can he look compared to Izuku, who’s shooting backwards from atop his mare?
It turns out that he can’t win. Because Izuku is maddeningly talented at this, too. As soon as Katsuki gets within hitting distance—right as he raises his bow—Izuku manages to hit him square in the chest.
“Sorry!” he calls out sheepishly.
If Katsuki wasn’t so impressed, he’d be furious. They exchange a few more arrows—just because Katsuki has been shot doesn’t technically mean he’s eliminated. Katsuki is hit three more times.
Secretly, he’s excited that he’ll get the chance to talk to the other boy again.
When they stop, Izuku points to his own leather jerkin where there’s a spray of paint. Only one person managed to land a strike on him the entire time—and the orange color reveals that it was Katsuki.
Izuku, the soon-to-be crowned victor, slides up to him once more.
“A promise is a promise, handsome,” he reminds him. Katsuki can feel his entire face flare red.
“Katsuki,” he bites out. “Congratulations, I suppose.”
“Nice to meet you.” Izuku grins and Katsuki’s stomach flips. At least he knows he’s not the only one who’s feeling this connection now. That soothes the sting of loss, just a bit. “Would you like some tea? Or for me to prepare dinner? I owe my victory to you, you know.”
“Why’s that?” Katsuki demands gruffly.
“If it weren’t for the chance to learn who you were, I wouldn’t have pushed myself nearly as hard!” Izuku laughs and it’s the sweetest thing Katsuki has ever heard. “So, thank you!”
Katsuki smirks. “If you want to repay me, you owe me at least three dinners. C’mon, I’ll show you where I keep the good ingredients.”
The horse riding competition is always the event Katsuki anticipates the most. Victory is still important to him… but next year, he has an even better reason to look forward to it. Because he’ll get to see Izuku again.
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To feed your brain, can you do #43 (kisses promts), any pairing with Niko?
This was a hard one, I'm not gonna lie. I decided on Tommi and this is more sweet and there's not even kisses although this is from the kisses prompt. Sorry!
wrapping your legs around your lover's body as they lift you
“Remind me again why we are out here?” Came Joel’s miserable voice from the end of the group.
Aleksi who was holding hands with Olli said over his shoulder, “I don’t know what you’re complaining. You’ve got the longest legs from all of us, you should be way ahead of us.”
Despite Joel’s perfect physical condition for going hiking, he had been stomping around in the last half of the group since the beginning.
And he wasn’t the only one cursing this group activity. Niko may not be a stranger to the gym and sports, but walking? For hours on end? With short legs? Everybody should be able to see that those two things weren’t compatible.
But he at least had tried and stuck to Tommi’s side, taking long strides as best as he could, ignoring the stabbing in his side that had come up after an hour and tried to conceal his heavy breathing.
But after one more hour Niko had to admit that he wasn’t able to keep up with the tempo anymore and also fell to the back. And he hated it. Even stick – legs Joonas was still in perfect shape, and it didn’t sit right with Niko to be anywhere near the back.
Besides, Joel’s constant grumbling annoyed him more than the initial idea but no matter how much he tried he didn’t have it in him anymore to go faster and so he was stuck with grumpy cat next to him. The day was over for Niko, he was already imagining himself soaking in a bathtub with scented candles which was smelling better than whatever nature they were walking through.
“Are we there already?” Joel again tried to measure how much was left from their hiking tour.
“Can you see the parking lot?” Joonas asked mildly disgruntled. “No? Then it will be longer than ten minutes.”
Joel groaned and Niko wanted to join but his pride took the best of him and kept his mouth shut.
But he couldn’t come around silently agreeing with Joel, his feet starting to drag, and he was sweating so much he was constantly wiping it off his forehead.
Sighing deeply and squeezing his eyes shut for a second, Niko tried to gather himself, he wouldn’t give up under no circumstances.
But as he literally couldn’t see his mistake Niko was unable to notice the root sticking out of the ground and his foot got caught in the arch of the wood and the next thing he knew he was lying on the ground.
As he wanted to push himself up, he hissed as the palms of his hands were scratched open from the rough path and now rubbed uncomfortable against the ground. When he looked closer, he even saw a small pebble from the gravel lying around deeply ingrained into the thick part of his hand under his thumb.
“Hey, you okay?” Aleksi asked who had been the closest. He already had his hands under his arms to help him up, but Niko’s painful cry made him sit him down again. “What is hurting?”
“My ankle.” Niko lightly caressed his left foot that was shooting painful signals up his leg. He definitely couldn’t walk with that.
“Let me see.” Tommi came around from behind Aleksi and crouched down to Niko, inspecting his foot. “Not swollen yet, but we should get you to the car as fast as possible.”
“And how do you think I will get there?!” Niko’s last nerve had been cut away from the fall and now he was showing his frustrated face openly.
There was no way for him to hobble all these kilometres to the parking lot.
Tommi stroked over his shin with a big hand which was probably supposed to be reassuring and calming but Niko was pissed now and he jerked the hand away, regretting it the instant his hurt foot moved along.
“Can someone help me get him up? Be careful of the foot Aleksi.” Tommi ordered and together with Aleksi got Niko in an upright position who didn’t even try to get more of his weight on his good foot. Tommi then unexpectantly crouched down low before him and Niko looked at him puzzled. What was that supposed to be now? “Sit on my back, I will carry you.”
At first Niko was unsure. Of course it meant he didn’t have to walk or limb all the way, but he never allowed anyone to lift him up or god forbid, to carry him. (And if he was honest the prospect of sitting on Tommi, the tallest of them all, triggered his fear of heights not only a bit). But he had no other choice if he didn’t want to be left behind.
“Alright.” He agreed. “How do I…?” Tommi placed Niko’s hands on his shoulders and instantly looped his arms under his legs when he sat down and wrapped his legs around Tommi’s body.
Niko may or may not have made a scared noise when Tommi stood up, but it seemed safer than he had assumed, and it was kind of nice to be pressed up against Tommi.
“Okay then, let’s take the last part of the trail.”
“Should I throw myself down the next cliff so someone will carry me as well?” Was Joel’s first question when they got to walk again.
Aleksi had a big smile on his face when he turned to him “Want me to try? Come here Joel, I will carry you bridal style.”
It wasn’t exactly what he wanted, and Joel sidestepped Aleksi and ran away from him, Aleksi hot on his hells, their laughter still audible when they turned a corner and trees blocked the view.
#answered#prompt adventures#the smallest and the tallest#how do they even kiss when they're both standing
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Big Surprise in a Small Package || Young Constellations P.3
Word count: 1,621
A/N: I worte this when I was 14 and haven't touched it since so there is alot that I would write differently now. Regardless hope the 3rd chapter of this story is interesting!
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As soon as the group had gotten off Mars everything somehow became still, the sort of still that makes you want to whisper when there is no reason to, which only put Mira on edge, as she had found that, although in space, the law, “If something can go wrong it will.” still holds every bit as true. The only thing left that could go wrong would be with Quib, so she went to go check on him.
Quib was sitting at a small round metal table by the back of the control room, mindlessly polishing a jar with a small smile on his face. Mira couldn't decide if this was good or bad for him. Mira had not really even meant to bring him with her. But at least her degree in psychology might finally be of some use. Now, don't misinterpret this, a degree in psychology is nothing to laugh at, no, the main thing was that being a fugitive in space doesn't attract very many patients. And in normal circumstances, you shouldn't have any relation to the patient, but this wasn't a normal situation, or at least she hoped it wasn't. so she had to improvise.
“So, how are you?” Mira asked, trying a little too hard to sound friendly.
This got Quib to stop polishing the jar, and sarcastically replied, “Oh you know, I'm doing just fine. I woke up, took a stroll down the city, helped a seemingly innocent stranger find her way, got chased by assassins trying to kill said stranger, and ended up getting kidnapped by her as an attempt to save me. But enough about me, how are you?"
“Right,” Mira was a little rusty and the odd situation did not help her any either “sorry about that.”
“Hmf,” was the only thing Quib said back, before continuing to polish the jar, now slightly more vigorously.
So Mira decided to go a different route and ask about the jar Quib kept going back to, because it could be important for his mental health, and definitely not because Mira was super curious about it.“ So... what's in that jar?”
“ I don't know” Quib said, already annoyed.
“What do you mean you don't know?” Mira asked, persistent.
Quib was almost offended by the idea that he was lying. “I mean, I don't know, it's, just a thing that I picked up,”
Mira leaned in a little to try to get a look at what was inside, the jar in question was full of something that glimmered slightly under the harsh lighting as pinks, purples and blues flowed throughout, but no matter its beauty. A sealed jar full of who knows what, is no longer just comfort, it could be dangerous.“Alright, just, don't open it”
Mira was worn out and needed time to think. whatever is in the jar didn't seem like something that needed to be dealt with at that minute. Mira walked over to the controls at the front of the ship and pressed a couple of buttons putting the ship in level one lockdown, that way Quib wouldn't be able to start driving, and so Mira could keep an eye on what he was doing.“I'll be down in my study, if you need anything ask the ship first”
And with that, Mira headed down the stairs and off to her study to lay down for a bit.
Mira had not only piqued Quibs interest in the jar, he was feeling quite spiteful. The jar had never seemed odd to Quib. there were lots of little knick knacks around when he was in the OST and this had just been another one, but now it could be a tool, or at least take his mind off things for the time being. At first he decided to just watch it, and when it didn't do anything Quib opened the jar, still nothing. he had nothing better to do so he put their finger in it. the goop was almost the same temperature as the air around it, and Quib could feel it swirling around him finger. Quib pulled him finger out of the goop. there was no residue left over. he looked at the jar again and nearly jumped at the sight of a pinky purpley eye staring up at them. the goop started swirling with color. In a panic, Quib closed the jar as fast as he could.
“Umm, ship?” Quib said through heavy breathing, his heart almost in his throat. Nothing happened.
“Uhh ship… hello”
At the front of the ship a holophone flashed on, showing a concerned Mira.“What's up Quib?” Mira asked, in a calm, nonchalant tone, even though she was fearing the worst.
Quib couldn't think of anything to say.“Ummmmm” he said, stalling for an explanation.
Mira had no idea what was happening, but she knew Quib wasn’t going to tell her. she wasn't going to take any chances.“I'm coming up, ok?”
The jar was swirling with all sorts of colors, and Quib was just standing there, as if saying, “What? I didn't do anything.”
“You opened it didn't you,”
Quib really didn't like being accused, whether or not it was justified.“It hasn't done anything, well, other than this that is” Quib gestured towards the now slightly calmer jar.
Mira couldn't understand how her passenger was so calm holding a jar full of whatever that is, it didn't matter, if that thing exploded the only place on the ship that would be safe would be the containment cell.
“Give it to me”
“Why?” Quib still wanted to know what this was and wasn't going to let this stranger ruin his chance at knowing.
“I'm not going to do anything but put it in the containment cell, you can even go in there with it if you want” it was the best thing Mira could do, she couldn't land, it was still too soon after the whole Mars ordeal.
Quib gave in, “Fine.”
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Mira input the code to open the metal cell door. Quib went in and put the jar on the floor before opening it again, then the two went to the main room to view it. It didn't take long for the eye to appear again. Mira watched in awe as the thing looked around the small metal room. It glanced around one more time before knocking the jar over, sliding out, and taking the shape of… a person? Mira and Quib, were now both standing just inches from the one-way glass of the cell, amazed by what they were seeing. It had a human shape, standing about 4 feet tall, with baby pink skin and even lighter hair, its eyes were the colors of the galaxy, and it was, blushing? Blues and purples flowed across its face as it slid down the wall to sit on the ground.
Mira was the first to say anything.“What, is it?”
Quib replied in awe, but still with their usual snippy attitude
“Once again, I don't know”
Quib had seen a lot of different sentient beings, but nothing like this. Even the lab raids never had this kind of thing.
Mira snapped out of her intrigue, realizing that this was a living thing with thoughts, feelings, and presumably needs.“How long has it been in that jar, Quib?”
“How am I supposed to know, I didn't put it in there.” Quib wasn't even really supposed to have it.
“Then what do we do?” Mira said, trying to stay calm and collected, but obviously flustered.
In the OST it was the psychologists that dealt with this sort of stuff, all Quib did was go out on missions.“No idea, i'm not a phycologist”
Mira knew what right thing to do was.“Fine, but you’re coming with me”
Mira grabbed Quib by the arm and dragged him to the door before he had a chance to answer, that way, Mira wouldn't have time to change her mind. As soon as Mira opened the door to the cell the thing moved to be as far away as possible, it turned an almost gray color, with Pinks, purples, and blues spreading across its face, its form trembling.
“We are not going to hurt you.” Mira said as she took a careful step forward.
“No more experiments?” it questioned in a very soft voice.
Mira could hear fear in its voice but that may be due more to the difficulty it was having keeping its form together. “What is it talking about?” Mira asked Quib with genuine concern.
Quib was annoyed by how much Mira thought he knew, he knew just as much as Mira did.“I don't know”
“Quib, are you sure you don't have any idea what it could be talking about?” Mira pleaded.
Quib realized how desperate Mira was and thought for a minute before saying “well, it could be from a lab raid I guess, but nothing came from jars as far as I know, that's all I can think of”
“What raids? What are you talking about?” Mira questioned
Quib didn't know if he wanted to tell Mira about them. the lab raids had been some of the biggest ones in the OSTs history, and the most recent, there had been smaller ones since then but nothing super noteworthy came out of those. “Before I joined the OST, there had been a huge lab raid, the most experiments ever saved at one time, but like I said there wasn't anything like this”
There was nothing else to do, mira didn't have enough information and wasn't going to put her ship in danger.
“Im going to do some research on this”
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