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sunshowerwriting · 10 months

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Pact Marks

(Obey Me!) Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor x Gender Neutral Reader (Separate)

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Where the pack marks are and how the brothers react to seeing them.

I am very behind in obey me and i still dont know if im gonna get back into the game but i <3 the boys so even if im way behind im gonna keep writing for them. also i know this has been done a million times but i wanted to write one too so :3

Lucifer;

His pact mark showed up right below your collarbone on the right side of your body. It was in a private enough place that it wasn’t noticeable 90% of the time, but if you ever wore anything low cut or were ever shirtless then there was no way of hiding it.

He had no intention of seeing it at first. He felt no need, it was just a silly pack mark there was no need for him to search it out. And he certainly didn't think he'd feel as drawn to it as he did when he finally saw it.

When he did finally see it he was enthralled. He was so mesmerized by the little symbol that he had to stop you from doing whatever you were doing so he could just stare at it. (And maybe touch it if you would let him.)

It was a hot day in the devildom. Hotter than it had been in a very long time and there was no way you were going to let yourself get heat stroke while you were here. So you chose to wear a tanktop that had as little fabric on your body as possible. You hadn't even thought that your pack marks would be on display; you simply wanted some relief from the sweltering heat. However, your housemates did not let you by that easily. Or specifically one house mate, one that you least expect.

You were just leaving your room for something to drink but before you could get the sweet liquid your body desired Lucifer stopped you.

“Y/n, face me.”

You knew better than to decline a request like that so you turned around hoping to get whatever this was finished with as soon as possible. But what you weren’t prepared for was Lucifer just staring at you.

It made you a little self-conscious at first. But the self-conscious feeling quickly turns into amusement when you realize what he was staring at.

“Your pact mark.” You said teasingly.

His eyes didn't move from your chest. So you offered your next question with caution.

“Do you wanna touch it?”

Mammon;

His pact mark showed up on your left side right on your ribs. There was no way anyone was seeing this unless they caught you changing or you offered to show it to them. Which was bad for Mammon.

He wanted to know where it was immediately. But he wasn’t just gonna admit that to you. So he took it upon himself to pay extra close attention to any bit of exposed skin you had. Every time your shirt rode up or you took off your shoes he was examining your exposed skin with a magnifying glass.

When he finally gave in and asked you (albeit in a very roundabout way) to show him you were more than happy to do so. He was a little thrown off at you showing so much skin to him but after the shock he was really surprised by the pack mark. It's almost like he didn’t believe that it was his pack mark.

“Sure I’ll show you.” Your words were nonchalant if not a little amused at Mammon's question.

You immediately moved to lift your shirt. It may have been better if you had just taken it off but either way lifting it certainly did the job. And there on full display was Mammons pact mark. Mammon had averted his eyes briefly when you started lifting your shirt but when you made an impatient noise he looked back at you reluctantly.

His eyes immediately met with his pact mark sitting on your ribcage. The little symbol fit perfectly there and he seemed to be in a state of disbelief. His eyes were wider than normal and his jaw hung slack.

“Why are you making that face?”

Your words shook him out of his little trance and his eyes shot up to your face.

“I’m not makin a face!” He said, placing his hands on his hips.

You rolled your eyes at him but didn't say anything else on the matter. His eyes went back to the pack mark while you slowly put your shirt back down, covering the little mark.

Mammon would definitely need to see that again at a later date.

Leviathan;

His mark showed up on the outside of your right thigh. It was an odd place in your opinion, but the more you thought about it the more you realized just how perfect it was for the avatar of envy.

Levi hadn’t thought about it initially. In his mind he knew you had a pack mark now but it hadn't crossed his mind that you'd ever want to show it to him. But as time went on he did get a little curious. Not enough to ask you about it but enough to start theorizing about where it might be.

Eventually you brought it up. Asked if he wanted to see it and with some coaxing you convinced him to let you show it to him. He was… embarrassed to say the least.

When you started unbuttoning your pants Levi started to freak out. You assumed this would happen so you tried not to pay it too much attention. Simply muttering a “calm down” and continuing your action of trying to show him the mark. Once you had pulled your pants down and turned your body to show the little mark Levi had taken it upon himself to cover his eyes with his hands.

“Levi come on, You're not gonna see anything.”

He mumbled something incoherent but with a bit more prying you got him to look at you. And as soon as his eyes made contact with his pact mark his face went a whole new shade of red.

“It's there!” He practically shouted while trying to avert his eyes again.

But now that he knew where the mark was he was having trouble keeping his eyes off of it. That seemed to be the way it was with most of the brothers and their pack marks, it was like they were drawn to them. Levi was certainly trying to fight that feeling however.

You laughed at the demon, and started to reach to put your pants back on. You thought you were sparing him the embarrassment or at least some of it but much to your surprise Levi stopped you before you could cover up again.

“Wait! Can you… can you let me look at it a little longer?”

Satan;

Satan's mark appeared on the inside of your wrist on your dominant hand. It was one of the most obvious places any of your pack marks had been thus far and truthfully that shouldn’t come as much of a shock.

He saw it right away. He tried to play it cool. He wasn't even that attached to you so why would he go crazy over a little pack mark. But if you paid close enough attention to him his eyes would linger on your wrist every chance he would get.

But when he actually gave in and took a moment to REALLY look at it he didn't even bother asking.

You found yourself situated comfortably in the library. Cozied up reading and enjoying your moment of peace. You were bound to get interrupted eventually but who interrupted you came as a bit of a shock.

“Y/n.”

Satan came to sit next to you on the sofa with the simple greeting and you put down what you were reading for a moment to see what he was going to do. He glanced at you for a moment before gesturing to a table on the other side of you.

“Would you hand me that book?” He asked.

You did as you were asked and handed him the little book that was sitting on the other side of you. When turning to hand it to him though you were stopped in your tracks when he grabbed your wrist and not the book.

“What are you—“

Your words died in your throat when you realized what he was doing. Satan's eyes were boring holes into your wrist, right where your pact mark was placed. His eyes tracing every curve and line of the mark.

You were content to let him do whatever he wanted so you both sat quietly for some time as he looked at the mark that bound you together.

Asmodeus;

His was below your belly button. It was fitting and when you realized where it was you knew there was no way you'd let him see it right away. Perhaps you wanted to tease him or maybe you just didn't feel comfortable enough yet. But no matter how fitting the placement was, you weren't showing him right away.

Asmo begged to see it. He had so many ideas of where it could be, and considering he couldn’t find it on any of your exposed skin, his ideas were getting worse and worse as time went on.

You eventually gave in and let him see it and he was in love immediately. He would not stop looking at it and cooing over how good it looked on you.

“Alright, fine!”

You were more than a little frustrated at Asmo’s constant begging but at this point you didn’t actually mind showing him the pack mark that much. So you might as well show him now and get it over with.

Asmo was very excited. You could tell just by looking at him that he was bubbling with anticipation and excitement. His eyes did not stop looking over you for even a second while you prepared yourself to show him the pack mark.

With a quick motion you lifted your shirt and adjusted your pants to expose the little mark. Asmos eyes widened way before he could even see the mark but when his eyes finally landed on it he let out a gasp. He was enamored by the little mark and he reached out to place his hands on your sides. It was as if he was making sure you weren't going to go anywhere.

“How has it taken you so long to show me this?” He whined.

You shook your head at him but said nothing. Deciding to let him marvel at the little mark for however long he’d behave.

Beelzebub;

His mark appeared on your left shoulder. You actually couldn’t find it at first. Like you knew one had appeal but you could not figure out where it was, but eventually you did catch sight of it. It was in a place that someone else could maybe see depending on what you were wearing but you yourself weren’t able to get a great look at it most of the time.

Beel hadn’t thought about it much. He kinda forgot you even had a pack mark for a while but even when the thought crossed his mind he didn't have the biggest urge to see it either.

He did see it eventually though. You didn't make a point to show him but you just so happened to be wearing something that shows off your shoulders and there it was. Beel was very nonchalant about it.

You had been looking for Beel for a while. You had to give him something from Lucifer and you were looking to get the errandend over quickly so you could go back to whatever it was you actually had planned for the day. And luckily for you you finally found Beel eating a snack in one of the sitting rooms.

“Beel, I have something for you.” You said striding over to where he sat.

He freed his hands momentarily to take whatever it was you were giving him but he didn’t look too thrilled with it.

“It’s from Lucifer… Obviously.”

You laughed as Beel’s face scrunched up at your words but you paid it no mind as you turned around and began walking out of the room. As your back was turned to him you weren't able to catch the face he made when his eyes came in contact with your pack mark. His eyes went wide for a moment and he tried to map out the mark before you really left the room.

He didn’t say anything, just quietly let you go as he stared a hole into your shoulder. He had never had any interest in seeing the little mark before. But now, well maybe he would ask to see the mark again some time in the future.

Belphegor;

His mark appeared on the top of your right foot. It wasn't center to your foot though, it was slightly to the outside of your body. You found it pretty quickly as you do have to take off your shoes and socks pretty regularly, but the mark wasn't so out there that someone would see it every day.

Belphie was curious and he asked you almost immediately where it was and if he could see it. He had no shame in the question and if you really didn’t want to show him you could always say no.

He was quite intrigued by it when he saw it. There was no way he was going to be genuine about that though. So he resorted to staring at it and making a snarky comment.

“So can I see it?”

You shrugged at Belphie’s request to see the pack mark. You’ve gone through this before and at this point you really didn’t mind showing him. So you sat down and took off your shoe, revealing the little mark on the top of your foot. Belphie looked at the mark with a strange look on his face, you almost wanted to ask what was up,but you kept the question to yourself as he continued to gaze at the mark.

“That's it?”

You rolled your eyes at him but he didn’t even look up so you assumed he didn’t even notice. You could tell he was actually quite interested in the mark and you know how he can be so you let him act that way. But if he wasn’t going to ask the question you assumed he wanted to then you would offer for him. You moved your foot closer to him which made him flinch and look up at you. You only gave him an exasperated look before gesturing to your foot with your hand and spoke.

“Go on, touch it.”

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whispersoftheton · 11 months

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Hello!

Do you think you could write an anthony x reader angst turned fluff/smut fic?

They’ve married out of duty but both have feelings for each other they refuse to admit

Hi! This is also my first fic for this fandom and I got kind of carried away with it, hope you don't mind :) Thank you for requesting btw <3

dont worry the next request i post will have smut in it and im posting that one this weekend >:)

Anthony Bridgerton x F!Reader

Warnings: reader and Anthony are married, pining, death of parents (reader), angst, kissing, fluff at the end

Word Count: 2.4K

The day dawned crisp and clear, sunlight peering through the flowing curtains and illuminating your path along the long hallway of your lavish home. The sounds of maids bustling through the estate and the gravel crackling beneath the horse's hoofs from outside filled your ears. Your mind raced with the many tasks at hand for today as you straightened out your dress. The last ball of the season was a significant one indeed, and you had the honor of hosting it tonight. The last few days were filled with overseeing that every detail of the evening, no matter how small, was managed and executed perfectly.

As the maids fetched accessories and floral arrangements for you to approve ahead of the festivities, you pondered how your life had drastically changed. A mere three months had passed since your wedding day. Still, it seemed a lifetime ago. You had every reason to be happy, you had married well, living more than comfortably, and your husband was not unkind towards you like others you've heard about. But your marriage to the viscount wasn't exactly the love story of the century, to say the least.

After the passing of both your parents, Lady Danbury had taken you in as one of her own. Raised you to be a lady of society in every way she saw fit and even sponsored your coming out last season. The very same season, the Queen appointed you as her diamond. Not long after, none other than Anthony Bridgerton set his sights on you, surpassing any honorable suitor that even thought about appearing at your doorstep. The entire courtship, along with the proposal, felt purely transactional. Anthony berated you with questions, encounters feeling more like interviews than any courting you were used to. It was not as if you were not attracted to the man if you were being entirely honest with yourself; you'd spent the better half of your time bottling up whatever it is that blossoms in your chest when he is near. And you hated yourself for it. For feeling something you couldn't even name for a man who treated as nothing more than an object. Every public outing where he was caring towards you, even kind and every bit of charming you could ever hope for, raised your hopes high only to see them crashing down at the indifference towards you the moment you were alone without the peering eyes of the ton on you.

Your wedding and honeymoon came and went in a blur. Not even able to consummate the marriage properly due to an argument that left you both enraged and unable to look each other in the eye in the days that followed. The following months were a string of simple greetings in passing and only speaking to one another when absolutely necessary. The empty house you now lived in was becoming your own personal void without so much as the company of your supposed husband.

"Viscountess Bridgerton, are you alright?" Your maid questioned as you snapped out of your haze and directed your attention back to the bouquets before you.

"Yes, this one will be lovely for tonight, thank you." You made your final decision as Anthony strolled into the room. Your maids quickly making themselves sparse, leaving the two of you alone.

"My family should be arriving any second; I assume everything for tonight is in order, is it not?" The underlying sarcasm and questioning of your ability as the lady of the house crawled right under your skin, any lingering feelings you had been contemplating only a moment ago for the Viscount gone in an instant at his distasteful manner.

"Yes, Lord Bridgerton." You replied dryly.

"Dear, we are married and have been for some time now. I would very much like it if I did not have to tell you to address me by my first name while we are in our home." You audibly scoffed at his command while standing from your seat.

"And I would very much like it if my husband would not treat me as though I do not exist." You snapped. Anthony's jaw clenched as he tensed before you. "Seems like neither of us shall get what we want. Now if you'll excuse me, my lord, I have some preparations still pending for tonight. I am sure you can see your family to their rooms for now."

"Now, you will not even greet my family. Do you have a distaste for them as well?"

"Never. I adore your mama and siblings as if they were my own." Anthony searched for any sign of deceit but instead found honest eyes staring back at him, making his heart ache. "If anything, I am grateful. Alas, there shall be a Bridgerton in this home I do not dislike."

Your thoughts betrayed you abruptly exited the room and returned to your bed chambers to prepare for the evening, shutting the door and leaning against it in an attempt to steady yourself. Damn him. His scent blurred your thoughts and inhibited every one of your senses as you attempted to concentrate on the anger portrayed in his words. Instead, your mind wandered to how his white shirt hugged every curve of his chest, the plumpness of his lips, and the curve of his jaw. It was alluring in the most intoxicating way. You knew you had to compose yourself before the night began; the last thing you needed was to be distraught at your own ball.

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You stepped into the ballroom in your new dress gown the modiste had spent a significant amount of time making especially for this occasion. The staircase was beautifully adorned with white roses and touches of lilacs cascading down onto the main area. Candelabras and other flourishing arrangements were stationed around the refreshment tables your guests gathered at, and the thrumming rhythm of classical music whispered into your ears as you took notice of everyone enjoying themselves before greeting them.

Unbeknownst to you, Anthony stood at the opposite end of the ballroom, observing how you conducted yourself gracefully amongst the guests—making light conversations while extending your kindness to everyone. He marveled at your ability to make each person feel as though they had your undivided attention; although he would never admit it, he found himself yearning for that same attention from you.

Early on, Anthony knew you fit all the requirements he had given himself for a wife. Someone honorable and suitable enough to hold the role of his Viscountess. It was precisely why he had chosen you, but that wasn't the only motive. You were the only lady's company outside his sisters; he did not particularly hate. Every potential partner he sought that season out had come up empty, whether it had been on the conversation or any other unfulfilling matter they discussed. You were different. You carried a conversation like no other, educated in far more areas than he could've hoped for, but none of that quite captured his heart in an unsuspecting manner like your character. You were kind and compassionate in a way he admired; you challenged him in ways that irritated him to no end, yet he found himself entirely enraptured by you. This is precisely why he had no choice other than shut you out completely. Anthony knew letting you get too close would be going against everything he wanted for himself. He couldn't let himself love another or have another love him; with love came loss. That he knew for certain.

"All seems good with the two of you, I see." Daphne smiled while moving to stand by Anthony as she spoke, breaking his train of thought.

"Good? I do not follow, dear sister." Anthony cleared his throat.

"Yes, good. With the way you were just openly admiring your wife, I assume it is only because the two of you have finally gotten over yourselves and admitted whatever it is you feel for one another." Anthony practically rolled his eyes at his younger sister, beginning to regret ever being forthcoming with her about the circumstances of his marriage early on. "Oh, do not tell me you are still playing this game? At this stage of marriage? Anthony-" She began scolding him, but he interrupted and led her to a more private area of the ballroom.

"There is no game. We married because it was our duty to do so. Nothing more, nothing less. You will have to accept that, Daphne." Anthony's voice grew stern as he furrowed his brows at his sister.

"And I do. What I will not accept is the way your love for each other goes unspoken when it is clear to everyone around you." She spoke her following words in a hushed tone as to keep anyone who may be standing near from listening to them. "There is no doubt you hold love in your heart for her, brother. But if you do not tell her soon, I fear you will lose her and your only chance at happiness forever." With that, Daphne offered him a soft smile before walking towards Simon, who busied himself greeting Lady Danbury and her mama.

The night went on better than you could've hoped for. The dances and mingling were without a flaw, and even Lady Bridgerton and the Dutchess were quick to praise you on how well everything had turned out. Soon the guests started to filter out, making their way home after a long night of celebration. You strolled over to your husband after bidding goodbye to her majesty the Queen and ensuring everything had been to her liking. Anthony couldn't help but take notice of how stunning you looked tonight. How your dress fell perfectly over your figure, gems scattered throughout to match his mother's necklace laid in the most alluring way on the supple skin of your neck and chest. He was entranced in a way he'd never been before. Perhaps Daphne had been right. There's a sentence he never thought he'd utter, he thought to himself. Perhaps he had let his fears control him for far too long.

You had barely noticed your ring slipping from your fingers to fall at Anthony's feet as you approached him. Both of you leaned down to reach for it in unison, fingers ghosting over one another, making your breath catch and your eyes meet as he placed it upon your finger once again. The intimacy of such a small moment becoming too much to bear far too quickly.

"I must go." You could not bear to withstand one more moment under Anthony's intense glare, the part of you that wanted to finally divulge all the feelings you'd fought so hard to suppress after all this time threatening to break through at any given moment. You suddenly stepped back, picked up your dress the best you could, and walked hastily to avoid attracting unwanted attention from lingering guests. As you paced through the gardens, an overwhelming and uncertain feeling washed over you before you overheard Anthony's steps behind you.

"Why? Why is it that you distance yourself from me?" Anthony shouted in a hushed tone toward you.

"Me? I am not the one stuffed in my office all day, coming to bed at late hours of the night when I am asleep and gone once I wake. Avoiding me day in and day out as if I am a plague to you." Tears welled in your eyes, making Anthony's breath hitch. He could not stand to see you like this. Every nerve in his body burned to fix whatever was troubling you, even if he was the one who caused it. Every feeling he had worked so hard to bury all this time, convincing himself he did not love you, could not love you, surfacing with every word that escaped your lips. "You treat me as though you do not care for me." Your voice was just low enough for him to hear, eyes cast downward, unable to give him so much as a glance through his silence.

"Do not care for you? It is as if I am being consumed when I am with you. I cannot hold a breath or do the most ordinary task without you racing across my every thought. I feel as though I am losing my sanity because I cannot bear to be without you for one second. And when you are near me, it is positively intoxicating in ways I did not know to be possible." Anthony stepped cautiously toward you, fingers ghosting over your cheek, eyes dancing along your features with adoration filling them. "I love you. I love you as much as a person can love another. I do not wish to hold it inside anymore. I love you."

"I love you too." A sob wracked your chest as you responded without hesitation. The reflection in your eyes conveyed the devotion and tenderness he yearned for. It was as if you indeed saw the pieces of him but only sought to love him as he was, incomplete and perfect in every way in your eyes. As your husband.

Your heartbeat quickened as Anthony stepped close enough so that your noses practically brushed against one another—a familiar desire spreading from your heart to your chest.

Anthony cupped your face, his thumb tenderly stroking your cheek. Chills spread along your skin at the warmth of his touch. Unbridled affection flowed freely and filled the space between you. Your lips met for what felt like the first time; his other hand settled at your waist, prompting you closer to him and deepening the kiss. His lips moved against yours with a gentle urgency. It was as if nothing else mattered, the past becoming more of a distant memory the further you melted into him. There was only this moment. Anthony unwillingly pulled away, leaving your foreheads pressed against one another, his hair slightly disheveled from your fingers running through it, lips swollen and thoroughly kissed. A deep sigh escaped him before he spoke.

"I would marry you again if I could. Do it all over from the very beginning." His voice slightly wavered at the sentiment; it suddenly weighed on him how much he truly meant it. He wished nothing more than to turn back time and love you the way you deserve from the very beginning. Things would have been so different.

"Anthony, you do not need to embellish. We already married." A chuckle escaped you, a knowing smile gracing his lips. "What?"

"You called me Anthony."

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jaetyun · 1 year

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Boys plamet trainees making you blush; a thread!

seowon, hiroto, jiwoong, matthew & jongwoo x gn!reader

wc: 2.1k

fluff

a/n: ty to the amon who requested and waited patiently AND to the anon that put me on seowon. i owe you big time

trainees after the cut!

Seowon

"is that a challenge?"

you and seowon both has your arms crossed, glaring daggers into each others eyes. you were always known as an unreactive person, and seowon was fine with that! he appreciated you for the way you were, even if it meant your biggest laugh was a slight chuckle.

he thought he could handle it, that it wouldnt be an issue! but you were far from the down bad partner he had always dreamed of. he would never ask you to change who you are for him, he loved you as his stone faced lover! after a certain point though, his need for affection became overwhelming.

"cmonnn~ there has to be something i do that gets you flustered" he whined, yanking on your arm. you became limp, letting your limb flail as your boyfriend commanded. you shrugged. "i like you when youre just being you"

he frowns

"thats not what i mean."

you lifted your arm our of his reach, pecking his cheek softly. "ive never felt it before, i doubt you'll change it."

"is that a challenge?" you both glared at one another. without saying a single word, your eyes told him it. was. on.

"baby~~~"

you turned around, remaining straight faced even when your boyfriend began twirling to show off how your hoodie looked on him.

"what do you think?"

you quickly gave him a thumbs up

"i think it looks great!"

he frowned, wrapping his arms around you and sitting on your lap with batted eyelashes.

"do you think im pretty?"

"youre always pretty to me" you placed your hands on his hips calmly, making his scowl only deepen. his hand suddenly went to check your pulse, and he clicked his tongue upon feeling that it was perfectly regulated.

"baby, do you like it when i act cute??"

"of course i do"

"then why arent you flustered" he gently hit your chest, climbing off you. you were left blinking in confusion. what? suddenly your eyes widened "is this about *that* again?"

he huffed out cutely, making a pouty face. "i tried everything love!"

you shrugged. "try harder."

"what did your heart seriously not skip a beat when i pushed you on the bed?" you softly smiled. "you were very sexy baby." you added with a unconvincing hum.

hs tilted his head condescendingly. suddenly seowon gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at him from your seat. he leaned closer and softly examined your facial expressions. when seowon ultimately ended up unsatisfied, he huffed our cutely, drooping onto your lap again with disappointment.

just says before he tried surprising you with gifts, but even that didn't work. maybe it was an impossible task...

"was i asking too much of you?" he asked, looking up at you with unintentional puppy eyes. god, if you could take a picture of his face right now you'd sell it for mullions. his lips were ever so softly pouting, jutted out *just* right. his eyes seemed as if he was a kicked puppy. seowon was... utterly adorable right now.

the way his fringe fell on his face angelically framing it. your face began to burn with pink as you avoided eye contact.

"dont.. dont look at me like that." you muttered, covering your mouth in a fit of embarrassment. he tilted his head, pupils sparkling with wonder. "like what?"

this wasnt intentional? you lurched forward subtly at the overwhelming twinge in your heart. you really werent gonna survive at this rate..

seowons smug grin began forming in amusement.

"is that.. blush?"

"yeah yeah! whatever" you waved him off, but seowon was too excited to notice.

his excited dance of joy was something you couldnt say no to, no matter how hard you tried to deny it the moment seowon is happy you gave up.

"proud of yourself?"

"very!"

Hiroto

your boyfriend was super cute, and you both knew it! his aegyo was basically a lethal weapon to you. theres been times thats resulted in you closing your eyes to not be subject to it.

hiroto found it utterly *hilarious*

his eyes would go big, his eyebrows furrowing innocently.

"please... for me?" your mind goes numb, your ears begin burning. he has you wrapped around his finger at this point.

hiroto pokes you a couple of times, the last one leaving his finger lingering on your chest, drawing circles slowly. you exhaled out, already know

ing you lost.

"okay, fine." you said weakly, watching his lips curl into a satisfied smile. he pecks your cheek softly, humming in satisfaction.

"thank you baby, hiro loves you" he hums out, not that it mattered. you brain was pretty much melted, nothing but the cute expression of you boyfriend left. he gives you a giggle, one you cant possibly be mad at.

you wanted so badly to scold him but you knew you couldn't. even if he used his weapon on purpose, you cant deny you enjoy his cute nature no matter the circumstances.

“love you too!”

Jiwoong

jiwoong making you blush takes minimal effort. just laying your eyes in him had your insides screaming. just a simple kiss had you folded in half on the floor.

he didn’t mind, mostly because he’s used to it. pretty boy with pretty privilege! although sometimes his urge to tease you about it became stronger than normal, usually leading to you snapping out of it.

sure, you loved your gorgeous boyfriend. but the only thing you disliked about him was the way he would tease you. see, unlike normal people, jiwoong does it with a straight face. as if he’s genuinely annoyed with you, and though you know he’s not it’s *far* more irritating.

“sweetheart, what do you want for dinner?” jiwoong asked, stepping into your shared bedroom phone in hand. and my oh my, he looks delectable. you guessed he had bought a new shirt recently. one of those tight fits trending on tiktok.

your jaw fell agape, blatantly gawking at his build. he looks up at you, a poker face as he repeats the question. “dinner? you not hungry?”

“no! i am! i just…” you audibly gulped, still completely intoxicated with the way the shirt frames him.

“i’m hungry for something else now…” you muttered under your breath. he looked up, not able to catch what you had just said. jiwoong eyes furrowed in confusion. “what was that?”

you began stammering more, trying to clear your throat and form a coherent thought.

“well! i.. you.. me.. i was.. ummm” you sighed in defeat, now realizing there was no way in hell you were going to say anything that made sense.

“well i you me i was um?” he repeated, head still tilted. and there it was. the pocker face he always had. the completely unfazed expression. no hint of mischief, not smug grin, no condescending look in his eyes. as if he had asked you a regular question. you huffed out, the rotting in your brain seemingly getting resurrected.

“i’m ordering without you! we can eat something different tonight.” you stood up from the bed, flipping him off to walk out the room.

he laughed finally, *finally* showing emotion. on your way out he gripped your wrist, turning you to face him. “don’t be like that~ you know i like seeing you embarrassed” he says between laughs.

and with a smile like that, you couldn’t stay mad at him. you exhaled out, but he’s already won. he always wins against you it seems.

“whatever. we still haven’t decided dinner.”

Matthew

you guys had very different love languages, and that was okay in your book. matthew loved physical touch and quality time. while you ranted about how much you loved him, he sat there holding your hand, drawing shapes onto the back of your palm. that's just how it worked! he never *told* you how much he loved you, he showed it.

so it took you by surprise when you walked into the kitchen and overheard him talking with his friends in the couch. they were in the middle of a game, his headset on and his hands at work on the controller.

"they're perfect, dude. like.. just wahhh" he spoke casually. as if this was something he did commonly. who was this they he was talking about? you walked closer to the fridge to get a better listen.

"yeah yeah, it's cheesy! but so what? it's not my fault i found the love of my life" he continued. your ears began ringing, and time seemed to stop. you couldn't believe your ears... matthew seok? talking about how much he loved you? the man whose only compliment has been a thumbs up?? you couldn't believe your ears.

"i really scored the package deal. why someone so amazing settled for me i dunno, but i'm not complaining!"

you had to grab onto the counter to steady your ragged breath.

your head was spinning, your face was completely red.

you couldn't listen to this anymore, you absolutely *couldnt* for you might explode on the spot. you walked out from the room, casually walking in the living room with a snack in hand.

"baby! won anything?" you hum, leaning against the couch. matthew seemed to short circuit, sheepishly laughing.

"oh.. my love! hey!" the panicked in his voice had you internally licking your feet like a middle schooler. he's seriously so cute, what were you gonna do with him? "i've won a couple rounds, but i've kinda been getting carried" he nervously scratched the back of his neck, leaving you laughing softly.

"i'm glad you're having fun! you're smile is always so pretty" you kiss his cheek softly. he giggles shyly, face quickly contorting as he eyes his headset. he clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes at his friends comment.

you patted his shoulder, giving him one last kiss before letting him carry on with his hand. matthew was seriously such an angel, you're a loss for how sweet and cute he was.

your next destination was your bedroom, where you could properly freak out about what you overheard.

Jongwoo

jongwoo by nature was quite shy. he rarely spoke when he didn't need to. maybe that's why he attracted you, someone who hardly has your mouth closed.

he loves how talkative you are, and the two of you balanced each other well. it's just well... sometimes jongwoo has to admit he's in fact not as interest in your ramblings as you had hoped. it's not his fault! he couldn't help the way his gaze fell on your pretty lips, his heart skipping a beat when it curves into a smile.

he couldn't help the way he watched as you scrunched your nose at the part of the story you didnt like. he couldn't help the way- and now jongwoo realized he hadn't been listening for the past couple of minutes. he faked an understanding, nodding and making small 'mhms' when the time felt right.

you, being completely obviously to it, continued your big hand gestures and dramatic story telling. he softly laughed. even if he had no idea what you were talking about, it was cute watching!

suddenly before he had time to process it jongwoo had it hand resting on your cheek, catching you completely off guard.

you frowned at him. "whatre you doing?"

"sorry i just got distracted from your story"

"by what? my beauty" you gave out a boisterous laugh, the color draining from your face when he nodded along.

"yeah. not my fault you're really pretty."

flustered was an understatement. you were completely whiplashed. you gave a couple of hard blinks, not sure how to react. your fight or flight kicked in from the overdrive he sent you into.

jongwoo laughed as he watched the wat you smacked his hand off, covering your burning cheeks. “what are you talking about..?”

“i’m sorry dear, finish what you were saying”

your eyes widened, the story you had long forgotten by now.

“no way! this is your fault.”

“please~ i wanna hear the rest.” he was obviously teasing you, batting his eyelashes innocently. you flipped your boyfriend off, even if you were blushing like crazy you still had it left in you to tell him off

“you weren’t even listening in the first place.”

“guilty…”

#apollosdiary #boys planet #boys planet drabbles #boys planet imagines #kpop imagines #boys planet x reader #boys planet scenarios #boys planet fluff #boys planet jiwoong #seok matthew #bp999 #seowon

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i-am-probably-alive · 10 months

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Hellenite

Is there ever that one writer that you keep on going back to, over and over, even if you have read and analyzed every single one of their works? And it still gets better each time? There is for me. Fucking Helleniteeeee. I left the DSMP fandom like almost a year ago, yet I still go and have Hellenite binge reads on the regular.

Ad astra was my gateway drug, De Terra is still my favorite fic of all time like ever, possibly even better than most published books I’ve read, anything from LiTWS brings me immense comfort, and Fading Lights….that one stuck with me really really REALLY hard. So did all the other ones, but yknow. That’s a bittersweet ending done right, man. I absolutely adore everything in Hellens style of writing. From the beautiful, captivating description to the absolutely remarkable use of italics, each and every fic has left me crying and begging for more. But there’s three parts that Hellen just does so well, that it honestly shocks me that the whole first page of DSMP isn’t stuffed, head to toe, with Hellenite’s work.

1: Theme

Tackling this first, cause i have a LOT to say about this. Cause, HOLY SHIT!!! Theme! I absolutely just HDRTHHFGGJGJHAZJ. I’m not saying other writers haven’t pulled off themes in fanfic well before, cause they have! But the way Hellenite does it just hits different. Everything has a moral, in one way or another. And the moral is something genuine. Something real, something that happens in real life and that is represented perfectly in all her works. Like, okay. Event Horizon: You can change, you can improve. You are not your past, you are not your family, you are not your mistakes. As long as you’re trying, You’re on the right path. Things don’t get better immediately, they take time. A long, long time, but you are allowed to be happy along the way. Healing is a process, not a teleportation device. LiTWS: A relationship, be it romantic, platonic or familial, can be complicated. They can be difficult to maintain, but you love the other person, so you will work at it to solve your issues. It’s okay to fight, as long as you can acknowledge when you screw up. Communicate. Fading Lights: Life is difficult, but that doesn’t mean you should try and escape it. Find the right people who care about you, even if at the moment you feel or are complete shit. You can recover.

everything just leaves a special impact, because those messages come through. And they come through strong, without being all “LOOK AT ME IM HERE”. It’s just. Wow.

2: Character Development

Change is a very prominent feature in Hellens stories, and it never feels clunky or out of place. You genuinely feel it, but you can’t pinpoint the exact moment things change. Like how in the beginning of Ad Astra, we feel genuine dislike, and very quickly, hatred for Ran. But over time, that changes, and we see how Ran develops and improves. There’s setbacks, there’s relapses, but the change is there. In LiTWS, the relationship goes from somewhat forced, to fully, truly, genuine. Struggles and all. In FL, Tubbo….well. In the beginning, he was an addict who had a gruffish attitude, who was pushing away from society and his friends. He feared that he was turning into his father. He had awful self esteem. By the end, he was willing to change. He was willing to give up smoking and drinking and willing to put himself in an environment that involved Tommy. Change, change, change.

I think it’s all really well done. Cause people change, it’s natural. And it’s done so well here.

3: Love

The way Hellen writes love makes me wish I was in it. But not because it’s written as an all happy and sunshine solution to all wrong. It’s not. It’s written as a strong, complicated emotion. It isn’t written as a one-size fits all. It’s written as something rooted in our hearts that WE get to define, and WE get to use. We love, and it is not a weakness. Love is not a superpower. We all are capable of it, and it doesn’t have to be romantic. Love is…love. It’s so, so SO strong, and I think that this one element is what’s made me cry so much while reading Fading Lights or De Terra or whatever it is. Love. Such a strong meaning for such a small word. I go to Hellens stories and take notes on the way it’s written because it’s just. I hate stories that focus on love, generally. Mostly because they’re written as if it has to be this huge, romantic beats-all card, where the only thing that defines it is the word itself. The characters have to say it for us to know it, and even after that, we don’t believe it. Hellen writes it as it is, which is a difficult feat. These fics are just…wow.

All in all, the way Hellen writes, not only in short term by description and beautiful scenery, but in long term too, leaves such a strong impact. Hellen is definitely, without a doubt, the writer who has most inspired, motivated and influenced the way I write and even the way I think. Hellen has left such a positive mark on me that I’m confident I would be entirely different without having read that one gateway fic. I forgot to mention this, but I read Ad Astra while in a reading slump, and when I say it pulled me out…

also, the concepts in and of themselves are so creative and good and original?? Like how?? And the WORLDBUILDING DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE WORLDBUILDING. HOW??? How does one just make a world so convincing and make it feel so real?? And explore upon it without making it feel like pointless exposition???

TLDR; A year ago, these fics broke into my house, put me in a chokehold, and demanded it be allowed to live there rent free. It still has me in a chokehold, and I give it muffins sometimes.

Theres so much More i can say, and I will probably say it in different posts later. but for now..

I love Hellenites stories more than I love Interstellar, and that’s saying something cause I was a mess by the halfway point of that movie.

Thank you, Hellenite, for each and every one of your stories.

I can’t wait for WGBITN.

(P.S: I realize I sound like an insane fangirl, but whatever. I most likely am one.)

#Hellenite #Ad Astra #De Terra #Fading Lights #Lost in the woods somewhere #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Writing

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sincerely-sofie · 29 days

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I love seeing your voice claims! It's so entertaining to hear how you would envision someone's voice, even if it isn't perfect!

But now i'm curious if you have any 'themes' for the characters. Like, something that would fit while playing in the background during a scene that focuses on them.

If you don't know what im thinking about (I REALLY hope that doesn't sound condescending) Thinking of your interpenetration of Skuntank makes Groose's theme from Skyward Sword play in my head. Something like that?

:00000 !!!! A FELLOW GROOSE’S THEME SKUNTANK IMAGINER!!!

Thank you so much! I catch your drift, and it wasn’t condescending at all! I have such a hard time choosing themes for characters because I have a very specific vibe for them all in my head, but its hard to find pre-existing songs out there that check all the boxes. I tried to pick songs (specifically instrumental songs because if I went into songs with lyrics we’d be here all day) that encompassed the general “feel” of the characters well enough. However, I’ll include some notes on what I’d try to include for the characters’ themes of if I were to make them from the ground up!

Also going to hide all the links and stuff under a cut because this post got big hehe

Twig

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Twig's theme would be light and peppy for the most part— a fast, jaunty tune that would be difficult to play in real life. There'd be points in it where it sounds like the musicians are struggling to keep up the pace and would fail to play the same notes as previously used— giving it a desperate element, like she's struggling to keep up with her own happy appearance. I think she'd have an acoustic guitar or mandolin as a major part of her theme, and maybe one of those toy pianos that give a very chaotic, enthusiastic vibe to songs? She'd have a stretch in her personal leitmotif that would form a beautiful melody when paired with Kip's.

Kip

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Kip would have a generally happy sounding song that incorporates the ukulele and maybe ocarina. He'd have a stretch in his personal leitmotif that would form a beautiful melody when paired with Twig's.

Sen

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Otherworldly voices harmonizing are a must for her, as are audio glitches disrupting and changing the flow of the melody that they're harmonizing in.

Dusknoir

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Dusknoir's theme would start off proud and almost boastful sounding when he's first introduced, then turn dark and intense when he's revealed as a villain, and would finally mellow out into something mournful yet soothing to listen to. I think he'd have cellos as a major piece of it.

Celebi

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Celebi’s theme would be very light and peppy— almost bouncy in sound, and definitely extremely cutesy. I can see the hum of insect wings or cicadas singing being used as a kind of atypical instrument that could be used.

Grovyle

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I'm not sure about instruments for him, but he'd have a very distinct leitmotif that would start off very aggressive and erratic sounding, then be slowed and softened in a way that makes it sound almost nostalgic later on.

Ark

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His theme’s instrumentation evades me— maybe a violin or clarinet? A harp? It would need to be an instrument that isn’t typically played alone. Either way, it would have several points where it would go oddly quiet and mournful. It’d be an all around very mellow, vaguely sad tune.

Cresselia

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Her theme would comprise of a piano— an instrument that is largely seen as a standalone in most compositions— and would layer perfectly over Ark's to make a complete song, the quiet parts of their individual themes allowing the other to stand out when they step back.

Opal

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She'd have music box-esque instrumentation for sure, and twist her parents' themes on their heads in a way that they become something unique— Twig's frantically happy notes would change key in such a way that they'd sound genuine, and Ark's quieter, melancholy stretches would be filled in by a lighter accompaniment.

This was such a fun ask hehe. I’ve always loved making pretend OSTs for my projects out of pre-existing songs, complete with alternate titles that would replace the original if the soundtrack were real— I should get back into that hobby and make a full one for TPiaG!

#shadow baby au #the present is a gift au #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokémon mystery dungeon #pmd explorers #pmd sky #pmd eos #pmd2 #pmd #sofie answers asks #pmd darkrai #pmd dusknoir #pmd grovyle #pmd celebi #pmd2 partner #pmd cresselia #music #fan ost

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OH MY GOD the long response was a very pleasant surprise . i am very happy to give madakei brainrot

they're like. madara bothers keito always because y'know, it's madara, so he just pesters and pesters him to hang out until keito is like "okay, maybe if i do it once he'll stop bothering me" but he just doesn't. and then we have madakei because keito starts enjoying his company aww.

i think that would also evolve into anger or something LOL. keito scolding madara more because he likes him, so it becomes frustrating for him and madara just plays around with that idea. silly

also yeah they ahve definitely hatefucked before . once or twice idk

they're toxic yuri in my head tbh. madakei girlfriends ^-^ they can kiss sometimes as a treat y'know

madakei is a super funny concept i'm glad you liked it 🙏

I LOVE THIS TOO keito eventually warming up to madara is really cute , but im so enamored by the hyper aggressive version that comes with keitos feelings for madara going in the polar opposite direction. madara doesnt really like keito either but not even close to as much as keito hates him . they try to avoid each other but their social circles overlap too much (and theyre in the same class) so they dont intentionally hang out but their paths cross constantly. sometimes theyll be with mutual friends and then their friends have to leave and theyre left alone together so madara is like "im hungry im going to the cafe you can come if you want i guess" and for some reason keito does come along but doesnt really know why (maybe he subconsciously just wants to look at him some more) so theyre both sitting there like "how the hell did i get here what did i do to deserve this" . maybe some bystanders even think theyre on a date. like the universe keeps putting them in succession match type situations and theyre NOT happy about it . the irony and coincidence of it all is pure comedy to me. its like the red string of fate but turned upside down. the worlds horniest romantic comedy. its just, we all know keito has a type. he has a thing for delinquents with muscles that are a little bit scary . madara fits into that type perfectly, but hes also incredibly similar to rei personality wise. hes like if you combined kuro and rei and cranked everything up to 11. and then taking into account keitos relationships with kuro and rei.... suddenly everything he has going on with madara makes perfect sense.

#sorry i never shut up once you get the ball rolling #ask #anon #whiteboard

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we-will-be-reun1ted · 6 months

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i'm glad you liked my thoughts!!^^ I just had another one specifically for the twins communicating one/aether signing.

Basically just, in the scenario Aether is the traveller; The reason he didn't speak with Lumine when he finally saw her again in the We Will Be Reunited Quest™ was because everything before and the current environment was already just leaving him with a constant feeling of dread. But then seeing Lumine be so cold to him and just. Not behaving how she normally would made him feel like something was deeply wrong and it just threw him off very off. (plus the fact that in official art, and even in game cutscenes, Aether is always the less expressive one of the twins but in this quest when he sprinted after Lumi, he ended up being the more expressive one out of the two just makes me wither on the floor in emotional pain)

Meanwhile in the scenario where Lumine is the traveller, i feel like the fact Aether the sunshine boy (as you wrote before) acting like a colder version of her, and then also Actually Speaking even though she was with Dain (someone Aether considered his enemy and therefore wouldn't speak around) made her just feel like something was just Horribly wrong and very much added to her distraught when she realized Aether was leaving her behind. I don't really have a reason she didn't speak here tho, in the game, other than maybe for the first time she was left so emotionally confused and overwhelmed she found herself unintentionally using her brother's preferred form of communication.

Also the fact that in the second Dain quest the traveller said to Paimon that this was the first time the twins were separated just adds to the absolute emotional pain they would've gone through after seeing someone they've been together with for Aeons is willingly choosing to leave/separate

Also partially unrelated but i always get so happy when Hoyo adds things in the game that makes the twins different from one another (Lumine faster attack speed, Aether higher defence stat; Aether faster runner/climber than Lumine; Jeht having a crush on Lumine but not Aether; Variations in speech/behaviour. Stuff like that.)

(Also did you know that "Nara Varuna" is actually the abyss twin? If you play as Aether, Nara Varuna gets called she/her; but when you play with Lumine, Nara Varuna is suddenly he/him. Also the fact the Aranara say "Nara Varuna was a golden Nara just like you". I just think it's nice that at some point in their travels, while the player-twin was asleep, the future-to-be abyss twin went out of their way to help the Aranara)

This is how your sad headcanons are making me feel. You’re hurting me physically, spider.

Aether being less expressive in general yet when he’s faced with the loss of his sister, being the most expressive of the two is making my heart AGGRESSIVELY BREAK

No cause just imagine (going off of your headcanon where he uses sign language often to communicate) he’s been barely talking due to the constant feeling of dread he’s been getting. How wrong everything feels. When out of nowhere he’s met with his sister, the one person he’s been looking for this entire time. The one person he can talk to freely without it feeling uncomfortable at all.

Yet he can’t talk to her. There’s so much he wants to say. He wants to grab her and drag her away from the abyss. Beg her to go home with him. Leave this world.

But he can’t do any of that. He’s stuck in silence. His face being the only thing that can show the utter agony he feels as his sister turns away from him and disappears once again.

IM GONNA LEAVE THE LUMINE ONE FOR NOW CAUSE IVE GOT A POST IN MY DRAFTS GOING INTO HOW LUMINE FELT WHEN HER BROTHER LEFT HER AND THAT FITS IN PERFECTLY but seriously I don’t know how these guys are gonna recover from this.

Okay one thing that really bugs me about the game is how brushed over the travelers feelings about their twin is. All we really get is the Dain story, and then one or two voice lines about looking for their sibling. We don’t get any in depth lore about how much the traveler is going through. Having to save nations while looking for their twin.

Just the fact that Dain says that this is the first time they have been separated proves so much more that they would be taking this awfully. Not just happily going across Teyvat here there and everywhere. They are suffering. Whether in silence or not. They are taking this terribly. I’m going into all this in another post as some point heheh

YEAH I DO LIKE THAT ABOUT THE GAME it makes it feel a lot more personal! I know a lot of people consider Aether and Lumine pretty much the same character but they are genuinely so different from each other. I always get super happy whenever I’m playing and I see a mention of the twin anywhere or see something about them. I only play as Lumine but I really want to make an account with Aether so I can see what it’s like playing as him!

NARA VARUNA IS THE ABYSS TWIN??? Holy SHIT I did not notice that. I’m not gonna lie I’ve pretty much only just started the aranara quest and I’ve not been able to keep up with them. All these stupid names the aranaras really get on my nerves. But wow that’s actually gonna be so much more interesting to play now that I know that! I can get my serotonin fill whenever the twin gets mentioned now 🫶

#genshin #genshin impact #aether genshin impact #lumine genshin impact #lumine #lumine headcanons #aether #aether headcanons #lumine and aether #aether and lumine #genshin traveler #genshin twins #genshin headcanons #starcrossed headcanons #starcrossed asks

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kkpaaw · 1 year

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SPOILERS FOR THE VIDEO GAME "PROCESS OF ELIMINATION" CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK

This game was amazing! It had me on the edge the entire time I was playing it! And then ending??? When It was revealed that my precious Doleful was the Quartering Duke? I felt...SO betrayed you don't understand.

I was prepared for him to like end up as a potential victim, like maybe his luck in surviving close calls would rum out and we would have to figure out how he got killed despite his danger magnet ability. I was preparing myself for that potential outcome but I was NOT prepared for this.

The ending was SO good but In truth i wish we got more of a follow up ngl. Like Incompetents last line before the epilogue implied that they were gonna do to Doleful what the did with Renegade? Like making him use his abilities for good? At least that's what i got from it?

I could be absolutely wrong because He did get apprehended on the ship but hey, I would like to imagine that they made him useful like that cuz, despite everything his ability is VERY helpful and useful to solving cases (and im just biased as hell and would hate to see him locked up) Dunno how they would force him to help since the little collar Renegade wore wouldn't work because of his invincibility, but hey maybe he can become a permenant partner to Incompetent who would be able to foresee any potential killings he might try and do. Maybe help him turn that mindset he has around. (Also because I ship them two so badly, I swear every alone moment between them was screaming romantic tension)

Also can we talk about this image of my boi??

I was in so much denial up until i saw this and had to give in that he was the Quartering Duke. The music it this scene is also so amazing and eerie. Fits perfectly!

Tho the ending line for the game very much confused me. I honestly have no idea what the line implies but it kinda worries me? Especially considering we were brought to the island for the Detective Elimination Project by Senior (who was working with/for Doleful AKA the Duke). So to have the name of our future project be called that exact same thing? Deeply weird ngl. What exactly are they planning on doing? If anyone who played the game knows what that ending entails please do tell me cuz I'm completely confused.

Workaholic turning out to be Diabolic who was the one who kidnapped us? Wasn't expecting that either. Tho that made him immediately climb up to my top three favorite characters cuz he became SO much more interesting and made me wanna know more about him after that everytime he showed up after? Ya homegirl got hella happy and excited. Was very sad when he died THO i was expecting him too. People who follow the trope he did usually end up being killed so I'm not surprised he died tho i was very sad.

I wasn't expecting Renegade to die tho frfr. Thought he would survive till the end so his murder was unexpected for sure!

Overall I loved the game and I hope more people play it and enjoy it so I can talk to more people about it! I know it gets compared to Danganronpa ALOT (Doesn't help that Wato looks alot like Shuichi) but I fr think it's definitely capable of standing on its own.

My top fav 5 characters

1. Doleful (which is why his truth hurt so much ahshs)

2. Incompetent

3. Workaholic

4. Mystic

5. Bookworm

Alright that's all I got ahsjs

Credit to BAI GAMING on YouTube for the screenshots. Was too lazy to open my copy of the game for them so I got them from him!

#process of elimination #PoE #tantei bokumetsu #tanboku #kkpaaw #review #not really #just discussing how i felt at certain points

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peachywise · 2 years

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Lessons in Honest Part 7

steve harrington x reader

Chapter 7: Changes

– other chapters: part 1 ⋆ part 2 ⋆ part 3 ⋆ part 4 ⋆ part 5 ⋆ part 6 ⋆ part 7 ⋆ part 8

– series synopsis: Being Robin Buckley’s younger sibling had always been uneventful, up until she got herself tangled with Steve Harrington. And really, you were happy for her. She deserved friends. What was bothersome was when he got let in on small secrets like your infatuation with Eddie Munson, and decided to take it into his own hands to try and get him to pay attention to you-- by pretending to be your boyfriend.

– notes: im just the biggest clown in the whole clown car, what can i say-- sorry this took me so long team! this chapter was meant to be way longer but I'm splitting this one into another part (half of it is already written, i swear) no spoilers but i am... ramping it up from the next one out, believe me. enjoy!

read here or on ao3

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"I told Robin that we're dating."

You had to hand it to Steve. He got straight to the point. As soon as he shut the car door, he blurted the truth like an embarrassed teenager in confession, telling his priest he'd had 'impure thoughts.'

"Yeah, I guessed that." You said blankly, watching the others pile into their respective vehicles as you pulled out of the driveway. You turned your attention back to Steve. "Mind informing me what she said in reply?"

Steve was very purposeful in averting his gaze. Uh oh. "Y'know," he shrugged his shoulders, the definition of unnerved nonchalance as he tapped his fingers restlessly on the steering wheel. "She just… laughed."

He might be feigning that he was unbothered, but you? You were bothered. Why would she find it funny? I mean— yeah, it's not like you were actually dating, but she'd found you in a compromising enough situation that it had to be at least a little believable.

"She laughed?" You asked back with a minor scoff, brow raised.

"Yes," Steve confirmed, still drum, drum, drumming his fingertips away.

"What kind of laugh?"

"What do you mean what kind of laugh?"

"I mean, was it a small annoyed laugh before she said something? Or a full-out fit?"

"Look, I don't know, okay? She laughed and then told me to get out."

Well, shit. You wanted to get upset at Steve for not being creative in his description, but even you could admit that it would be an unreasonable excuse to lash out at him. Anyway, it's not like you didn't know what Robin was thinking. Her out of the blue declaration of your romantic status and the slight smugness on her face as she said it was a clear enough admittance of her actual thoughts.

"She doesn't believe it."

Steve's head twisted to look at you, then back to the road, only for the pattern to repeat. "What? No, no— you saw what she said out there. She did that because she was pissed or unable to keep it to herself or something."

"You may know a lot about Robin, but you don't have the expertise that comes from living with her for years," you informed him. "Believe me. She was trying to catch us in a lie. And she'll continue to do so until she's squished us under her sneakers like bugs, the freaking masochist."

Steve swore a muttered "shit" under his breath. "So what? What do we do then? She said it in front of Eddie."

If you were sure the airbag wouldn't go off, you would have smacked your head on the dash. Eddie! How could it have just slipped your mind that Robin had said what she had in front of Eddie? Yeah, this was in the plan all along, but if Robin were to tell Eddie that she thought this was all a farce, then what would happen? Nothing good, that's for sure.

"Why the hell was he at your place anyway?"

Steve's unprompted question slowed your steadily increasing heart rate to a near-complete stop. You wondered if you had heard the minor edge to his tone wrong as you stared at his perfectly passive face. For some reason, that annoyed you more. His line of questioning still felt accusatory, like it was some sort of slight for Eddie to have been there at all.

"Why were you with Nancy?" You shot back, your mouth blurting it before your brain could adequately provide all the warning bells and whistles that say, 'not a good idea!'

He stayed silent, apart from a minor annoyed huff. Fine. Two could play at that game. You wouldn't give him an answer, either. You could be silent.

For a total of one single minute.

"I'm glad Robin laughed at you," you muttered bitterly.

And even though you knew Steve knew that the laugh really wasn't just directed at him, he still conceded with a half-heartedly sarcastic, "thanks."

The rest of the car ride was spent bickering over the usual things. What radio station to settle on. The leftover takeout bag in his car with old fries that you called 'gross.' His insistence that they were actually your fries and he wasn't your personal 'garbage man.' The fact that he could have fooled you, given his garbage taste in music. The eventual truce that followed discovering you both liked David Bowie.

By the time you pulled over onto the dirt side of the road, all earlier tension had rolled off your shoulders. "Oh, come on. Five bucks?" You offered Steve as he unclasped his belt and stepped out of the car. You mimicked his action, looking over at him over the roof of his car.

"No," Steve flat-out denied, giving you an equally flat look.

"Ten?"

"Do you even have ten dollars?"

Rude, but not wrong.

"They haven't even been in here that long!" You fought back instead of answering what was obviously a rhetorical question. The fries were maybe a couple of days old at most. "Besides, you know fries from Mcdonald's don't mould. It's not even real potato. I think." It was more cardboard and salt than anything. Damn good cardboard and salt, though.

"I'm not eating the fries," was his groan back, already walking to the edge of where the tree line started. A part of your bickering in the car also had to do with Steve pulling you away from your house so fast that he forgot to ask what points everyone was starting at. Nancy assigned positions for everyone, and you two got picked for the east.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "I'm bringing them with us anyway. Once we find Mike and Lucas—" because you refused to say if you found them— "they'll be hungry. It'll be payback for them stressing us out in the first place." Walking up to Steve, you shoved the brown paper bag peppered with old grease stains into the backpack conveniently stashed in the back seat of his car.

You made a mental note to ask him later if he had ever been a boy scout.

Though you had been keeping the tone light since that minor bit of tension in the car you were refusing to think about again, you could tell Steve was concerned. You were concerned. Mike and Lucas were resourceful. Smart. It wasn't like them to just not figure their way out of the woods. For them to not have come home, or at least radio Dustin back, it was… troubling.

Unclipping the walkie-talkie from his bag after zipping it back up, you clicked the button on the side and asked, "Dustin, do you copy? We're at the east entrance about to head in."

A staticky reply came back a second later. "I copy, but before you go in, I've been thinking. Maybe we shouldn't be splitting up."

Scrunching your nose in confusion, you glimpsed up at Steve, who also gave you a similar look of 'what the hell' before yanking the device from your grip and replying, "we're already here, and this way, we can cover more ground."

"I know, but—" Dustin was cut off abruptly. Your heart jumped at that, wondering what had happened before Nancy's voice rang out over the line. "We stick to the original plan. Everyone checks in every fifteen minutes, got it?"

If there was one thing you were genuinely envious of Nancy Wheeler about, it was her ability to take charge. Your hand was itching to salute the walkie-talkie.

"You got it, Boss," came Robin's reply.

"And be careful," Nancy added, almost as an important afterthought.

Be careful. What did she think you were, amateurs? **********************************************************************

You were worse than amateurs.

You were idiots.

You no longer needed to ask Steve if he had ever been a boy scout. You knew the answer. He hadn't been. Not by a long shot. While you may have entered the forest in the east, Steve's directions and your lack of understanding that his directions were utter crap had you positive you'd taken a wrong turn somewhere. And then another one. And another. You had already decided to name the rock that you had circled back to three times before 'Steve 2.0' because the original Steve had a head just as hard as his successor.

"Can we please tell them we're lost now?" You sighed, deciding to stop and sit down on Steve 2.0 to get a bit of a rest. You must have been at this for almost an hour already, and nothing. Seriously. It takes talent to be so utterly bad at this. You hadn't even run into Dustin or the others yet.

"No, I know where we're going," Steve replied, just as stubbornly as the last time you'd asked. Sure he'd checked in with Nancy like she had asked, but the last time he'd swiped the walkie from your grip before you could cry out S.O.S.

"Really? Then what's so special about this place that you keep bringing us back to it every time?" You pestered him, scrubbing a hand down your face in exhaustion. Though you meant to be sarcastic, it came out weak. No energy zipped into it.

"All the forest looks the same! Stop convincing yourself that we keep circling back," he chastised. You rolled your eyes. Whatever. He had to give up eventually, right?

Dropping your hand back to your side, you groaned as you stood back up. It wasn't that walking for an hour really took it out of you, but the annoyance of bugs and the tenderness to your throat at hollering out Mike and Lucas's name every ten seconds had you in rougher shape than you should have been. And your worry. How had no one been able to find them yet? You were starting to think getting the cops involved was better than what you were currently doing.

Still, you had to try a little longer. For them.

That didn't mean you couldn't lessen your discomfort at least a bit. If you kept going at it like you were, you wouldn't have a voice in the morning with all the yelling. "Do you have water in your bag?" You questioned Steve, already walking towards him when he nodded his head.

"Great," you mumbled a second too soon. Cause what happened next wasn't so great. It was a cruel joke, probably brought upon by the karma of you thinking you were the lesser of the amateurs.

Taken down by a tree root jutting out of the ground.

How embarrassing.

Face down on the ground, you tasted the dirt in your mouth before you felt the pain throb in your ankle. A soft grunt escaped you as you rolled onto your back, staring up at the blue sky above the canvas of the trees as you tried hard to catch the breath that had almost been knocked out of you. Steve's face suddenly blocked off the sun's light as he peered over you. You could feel the warm presence of his body as he dropped down to his knees next to you in a quick rush.

"Shit, Buckley, are you okay?" He breathed out, one hand of his placed on your thigh, the other on the arm you were trying to push yourself up with. You avoided his gaze as best you could, already feeling the hot feeling of blood rush to your cheeks in mortification.

"Fantastic," you all but managed to wheeze out as Steve moved the hand from your arm to your back, helping you push yourself upright. You dusted off some of the dirt from your pants, the tips of your fingers slightly grazing against Steve's hand still resting on your leg. He retracted it back quickly, looking down as if his actions had somehow offended him. You felt yourself frown at that.

Steve placed his now free hand to the crook of your elbow, helping drag you up into a standing position. He soon became a full-body crutch when you put pressure on the foot that had snagged the root. A sharp breath accompanied the action as you immediately raised the foot back up again, stumbling into Steve's chest. His arms wrapped around you, eyebrows drawn together, concern pulling tighter at the muscles of the boy's face. "Is it your foot?" He questioned, eyes tracking down your body, taking in the additional scraps that lined your forearms.

"No, it's my arm," you sarcastically griped, gripping onto the fabric of his shirt as you tried righting yourself up again. Another test of putting your foot down more gently this time had similar effects, sucking in a breath of air to mask the uncomfortable tenderness in your ankle.

"Funny," Steve deadpanned in return, slipping your arm around his neck as his other supported your waist. "Let me take a look at it." Letting him keep some of your weight, you made the pathetic hop back to the original rock you were sitting on, letting Steve gently help you down. Once settled, he knelt before you, making quick work of undoing your shoe's laces. His hands were gentle as he eased the shoe off your foot, a tender touch keeping it from jostling too much. It still hurt, but you were able to school your features enough to make it seem not as bad as it was.

"You're playing doctor twice in twenty-four hours. They should give you a medical licence," you tried to joke. Steve's eyes flashed up to give you a look past his dark eyelashes, unable to hide the minor amusement as he softly shook his head.

"And you should walk around wearing a helmet and pads." He murmured, peeling your sock halfway down to reveal your ankle. His hand cupped your heel as he closely inspected the area. It was red, already starting to swell a little. Didn't take a surgeon to figure that it wasn't a great sign. Steve's fingertips brushed softly over the skin, but you weren't sure if it was that action or the sudden but slow rotation he moved it in that had you shuddering. Flashbacks to the events of last night in the bathroom were a sudden onslaught. The closeness. The way fingers ghosted over the skin like how they were now. The tight band of silence and air.

"I think you've got a sprain. You can't be walking around on this," Steve murmured, shaking you out of your momentary daze as he slipped your sock fully back onto your foot.

You cleared your throat to clear away any lingering thoughts. "The medical licence thing was a joke, Steve. How are you so sure?"

"Basketball player, remember? I got injured plenty of times. Just not by walking." Ah, right. Makes sense. You still didn't have to be happy about it, though. Getting a sprain in the woods? Not your finest moment.

Apparently, you weren't getting your shoe back because the next thing you knew, Steve was dropping his backpack to the ground and adding it to whatever odds and sods were in there. You were about to question why, but he beat you to it, saying a knowing, "It will hurt like a bitch to put that back on, and it's not like you can put weight on the foot anyway." Your mouth closed, thinking for a moment with a frown. You still had to look for Mike and Lucas, right? You'd need your shoe. Really, it probably wasn't a sprain at all. You just needed a few moments to sit down and catch your bearings, and you'd be good to go.

But you never got a chance to argue back. Steve was already moving the walkie-talkie close to his mouth. You were expecting him to finally admit that they had no idea where they were, so hopefully, the group could meet up. What he actually ended up saying caught you off guard. "Guys, little Buckley here hurt her foot. We're going to head back."

"What-" You started to fight back, already reaching out to snatch the metal box out of his hand. He annoyingly lifted it over his head before you could. Voices coming from the other line cut off your impending rant.

"What the hell happened, Steve?" Robin snapped on the other line, her voice both concerned and annoyed. It was impressive, actually. Another voice overlapped hers at the end, Eddie talking over as he hastily asked, "Pip, are you okay? Where are you? We'll come find you."

The moment Steve moved the walkie down to his mouth to answer back was when you managed to get your shot in, snatching it out of his grasp before he could answer for you. "I'm fine; Steve's overreacting. I just tripped."

Steve snatched it back from you just as fast, and you let out a soft indignant 'hey,' as he looked at you with utter exasperation and annoyance. "I have them, Munson." The sharp edge to his voice had you biting down on your tongue. "It's a sprain. I'll take care of them. Keep looking for Mike and Lucas and update us later if you find them." A cacophony of voices muffled through at the same time, but it was quickly silenced as Steve shut off the device and clipped it back on the bag.

The air hung heavy.

"We have to keep looking, Steve," you finally said after the quiet beat, your voice gentle as if pleading for him to let you keep looking.

Steve shook his head. "The others will find them. Those idiots probably made their way back home by now anyway." You didn't know if he believed his own words, but he certainly showed no sign of letting up.

You dragged both hands down your face, tired, frustrated, and trying very hard to still ignore the uncomfortable throbbing pain. A sudden feeling of pressure on your knee dragged you back to attention. Looking down, you spotted it was just Steve giving you a reassuring squeeze. The action relaxed your mind a fraction.

"Trust me."

Breathing out heavily as you dropped your hands, your eyes met his steady and imploring gaze as he waited for you to say something. He was asking you to trust him. That leaving was the best option. That Mike and Lucas would really be okay. His brown eyes were perpetually warm, offering feelings of comfort alongside vulnerability within their innate intensity. His hand was still warm on your knee as he patiently waited for you to respond. The question seemed big, past just what he was asking you to trust him with now. Yet the truth to answer your answer suddenly felt incredibly simple.

You did trust him. You didn't have to think about it.

This was Steve. The guy who befriended your sister and accepted her and supported her when not everyone had or would. Steve, who had always treated you with familiarity and reassurance even though you were just his friend's little sibling. Who offered to help you with some guy without even having to give it a second thought, even if he was getting something out of it with Nancy. Whose eyes always seemed to linger on you, always ensuring you were okay. Even if he was a pain in the ass sometimes, he hadn't let you down before. Not when it mattered. Why would he be doing that now?

So yeah. You trusted Steve. Probably the most out of anyone outside of your family.

You just didn't know when that had happened.

Despite desperately wanting to, now wasn't the time to think about it. So instead, you dropped your head in a resolute nod, offering a soft but sure, "okay."

The corner of Steve's mouth tipped up in a ghost of a smile. "Okay," he replied back.

And then he was turning around and showing you his back. Way to ruin the moment by being weird. He must have sensed the tingling confusion rolling off of you in waves because Steve said as if it should have been obvious, "get on my back."

You almost choked on your own spit. "No!" You blurted out, going so far as to shove a hand to his shoulder. Given all that had happened since Eddie first showed up at your house, you had entirely forgotten about that idiotic near sex dream about Steve the other night. But at the prospect of being pressed close to him? Oh yeah. It all came flooding back. In great detail. "I- look, give me a few minutes, and I'll be able to hobble out of here," you fought back, flushed at the idea of wrapping your legs and arms around Steve.

Steve turned to look at you over his shoulder, a pinched look on his face. "Are you kidding? I'm not hauling your ass out of here over my shoulder if you trip again and knock yourself out. Just do it."

Well, when he put it like that.

Holding air between your cheeks as you tried to muster up your courage, you blew it out in an exaggerated gesture, grumbling, "turn back around." You poked his cheek so he wouldn't watch what was truly the most mortifying day of your life. Steve rolled his eyes but turned his head back anyway. Grabbing his backpack and slipping it onto your shoulders, you shuffled forward, so your butt was just on the edge of the rock. You gave a short mental lecture to your brain to not overthink your following action of spreading your legs wider to nestle between his sides. Your hands found their way to his shoulders to grip them as his hands got a firm grip on your thighs as he dragged you forward, waiting for your chest to be flush against his back before standing up with a slight grunt.

"You good?" He asked, trying to turn his face to peer at you from the corner of his eye. You pushed his face away again. You didn't need him wrongfully reading into your blush and awkwardness.

"I'm good." Though it was a blatant lie coming out of your mouth, it was all the signal Steve needed to begin making the trek forward.

Which brought you right back to your original concern.

"You know we're still lost, right?" You murmured, tightening your arms around his shoulders as you tried peering past his mop of hair.

Not even a bird chirped to fill the awkward silence as the truth finally seemed to permeate the stubborn layer of Steve's psyche.

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barkspawn · 1 year

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a: "you're so pretty." b: *nervous laugh* "im what?" a: "i said you're so pretty" (a then proceeds to kiss b) prompt with Elliott please🙏

Featuring: Dresses with pockets

Amelia both loved and hated dressing up. Her hair was always uncooperative and her makeup was never even. The flower dance was no different. She decided this year to keep it simple. She was already wearing the new dress she and Emily had been working on and had already applied some basic makeup.

She huffed as she examined herself in the mirror, ensuring she was good to go, knowing the walk itself would take some time.

Quickly, she pinned some of her hair in an attempt at something different from her day-to-day, knowing she'd probably take it out by the time the dance even started.

She started out the door, waving a quick goodbye to Loaf before making her way south toward the forest.

She was able to fit her phone in the pocket on one side and her small pouch of coins in the other.

Emily is a genius for the pockets.

Emily was honestly a genius with sewing in general. They took Amelia's measurements one time and Emily made the entire dress and it fit Amelia perfectly. Amelia couldn't wait to see her and show her how nice it turned out.

Elliott crossed her mind more than once. She thought about asking him to dance this year if she could gather the courage. She couldn't even begin to imagine actually doing so. If she remembered correctly, he looked incredible in his suit to the point where it flustered her. He had been her friend since day one and he took to admitting she inspired him. Once, he referred to her as his muse and she feared her heart might explode.

Elliott was an incredibly attractive man, which made it all the more difficult when she started liking him. She couldn't help but think he was so far beyond her league.

Her smile shone brightly as she approached the small bridge to the dance area, greeting Evelyn and George as she crossed.

“You look lovely, dear,” Evelyn commented with a light touch to Amelia's shoulder. Evelyn hadn't been very subtle about her disapproval when it came to Amelia's tattoos, but she eventually understood that even if Amelia wanted to change them (she didn't), she couldn't.

George gave a small hum in either a hello or agreement, clearly miserable being out here.

“Thank you, Evelyn. The flowers are gorgeous,” Amelia looked around before her gaze came back to the older couple, “you've truly outdone yourself.”

The woman gave a bright smile and waved her off, “many years of practice. Thank you! Now, go on and don't let us keep you from the party!”

Amelia gave her thanks and walked into the large area, looking around curiously. Everyone seemed to look so nice, even if Sam, Sebastian, and Abigail looked miserable. Amelia was worried she was late with how many people were already there.

She gave a few hellos on her way to the snack table, pouring herself a cup of punch.

She felt a nudge on her side, looking over at Pam, who was laughing to herself, “hey, kid. I put a little extra something in the punch.”

Amelia opened her mouth to say something, but closed it, not wanting to start that issue. Instead, she gave a half-hearted laugh before giving Lewis a heads-up to make another bowl for the children.

She didn't switch hers out, though. She might as well take the courage where she can get it.

She turned and smiled brightly as she saw Leah, waving at her from a table along the side. Amelia beamed, making her way over.

“Thank Yoba. I thought I was going to wander aimlessly forever,” Amelia teased as the woman pulled her in for a tight hug.

“Never!” Leah laughed, stepping back and looking Amelia over, “Em did a really great job! Then again I'm sure that you could pull off a burlap sack.”

Amelia shook her head, feigning shock, “you mean I could have worn a burlap sack? Damn!”

Leah rolled her eyes before leaning on the table, tall enough to do so while standing, “I definitely think Elliott will be happy with the dress,” Leah teased, heat growing in Amelia’s face before she added on, “or the sack.”

“Leah!”

Leah held her hands up in surrender, still laughing, “I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself,” she took a deep breath, looking around at everyone, “speaking of El,”

“Leah.”

“Have you asked him to dance?”

Amelia felt her cheeks still burning as she stole glances at the entrance to the field far more often than she'd like to admit. She shot Leah a look, making her groan.

“Ames. If you don't ask him, you won't know. I keep telling you,” Leah put her hands on Amelia's shoulders, “he is definitely into you.”

Amelia frowned, sighing, “and if he isn't? Then I look like a fool and he–”

Amelia caught sight of Elliott at the entrance as he politely declined to buy anything from Pierre. Leah must have noticed, following her gaze to the man, a grin growing over her face.

Amelia's mind had gone completely blank and it seemed like she had forgotten how to breathe. Elliott looked nice every day, of course, but today, he wore a white suit, and although it was the same as every other suit here, he looked incredible. It was perfectly tailored, likely also Emily’s doing, and brought out every perfect feature the man had.

“Breathe, Ames. Don't need you dying before you can even ask him,” Leah nudged her, bringing her back to reality.

“You didn't tell me that he looked this amazing in a suit,” Amelia hummed before shooting a glare at Leah, who laughed aloud, “that's just a fact. Sure I'm biased but it's unreal.”

Leah shook her head as she waved at Elliott. He gave a bright smile as he played off his own double take at Amelia. Leah looked at her, who stood completely oblivious.

Leah hugged Elliott as he approached, a quiet laugh escaping his lips, “well hello, Leah,” he pats her back, returning the small hug before he met Amelia's gaze, “and hello, Amelia.”

She couldn't help but smile, “hey, El.”

“You look lovely,” Elliott started before looking over at Leah as well, “you both do.”

“We always look lovely, sir,” Leah teased before smiling briefly at Amelia, “you certainly look nice though, right Ames?”

Amelia was caught off guard, but smiled, “yeah, you really do.”

Leah was clearly already growing impatient with the other woman, “So, El, who are you dancing with this year?”

He arched an eyebrow, not seeing the look Amelia shot her, “no one at present. Why? Are you asking?”

Leah’s lip curled in playful disgust, “with you?” she furrowed her brow, “not my type, Romeo.”

He laughed and shook his head, “I take no offense to any of that other than being called Romeo. I'm hardly that… impulsive.”

Amelia laughed, taking another drink of her punch as Leah met her eyes.

“Find someone fast then, not-Romeo,” Leah commented before starting toward the punch bowl, “I'll be back in a bit!”

Amelia's eyes widened a bit, cursing her best friend as she left.

“I always feel like she's part of some maniacal plan when she acts like this,” Elliott joked, leaning casually on the table. Amelia laughed, shaking her head.

“El, somehow I don't think you're wrong,” she raised the cup to her lips once more before noticing he was looking down at her. She felt her face flush as she caught his eye, “do I have something on my face?” she touched her cheek, fingers cold against the burning skin.

He smiled as if suppressing laughter at a thought, “not at all. Just admiring your dress. You truly do look lovely.”

She cursed the blush rising in her cheeks, about to comment before he added, “pink is also a lovely color on you.”

She furrowed her brow, looking down at her dress before it occurred to her that he was commenting on her blush.

She frowned, placing her cup on the table, “I can't help it. You come in here like an Adonis and start complimenting me,” his brows rose as she continued, “not to mention I blush if someone so much as likes my shoes. So don't pick on me,” she teased, turning to look out over the vast expanse of people and the dance floor.

It was a long moment before he answered, his tone amused, “like an Adonis, huh?”

She felt her cheeks burning again, trying to will it away. She did say that, didn't she?

“El, you know you look good. It's not like a secret.”

“Strange how it surprises me then,” he hummed, looking straight out over the people, taking in everyone, “and what about you?”

“Hmm?” she glanced up at him, trying to read his face, “I don't think I'm an adonis if that's what you're asking.”

He laughed aloud then, the sound sending a flood of butterflies through her being, “no, I'm asking who you will be dancing with.”

“Oh, uh…” she bit her lower lips, giving a slight shrug as she turned her gaze forward again, not meeting his eye, “no one. Just watching this year.”

“Well, that's just not acceptable. Perhaps we can change that.”

She laughed quietly, “I'm sorry?”

He looked down at her, who had finally looked up at him. He gave a warm smile before arching an eyebrow, curious as to if she actually didn't understand.

“I'm asking you to dance with me, Amelia,” his smile grew when he saw the pink rise over her cheeks.

“Oh,” she smiled, nudging him with her shoulder, “I guess I’d be alright with that.”

He put his hands over his heart, a pout playing at his expression, “you wound me, Amelia. Don't sound so excited.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “maybe this is how I show excitement.

He laughed again, that beautiful melody.

“I've seen you on several occasions far more excited.”

“Maybe this is just maximum excitement,” she teased, the microphone coming to life with minor feedback.

“It's time for the long-awaited flower dance! Grab your partners and get ready,” Lewis called, yelling despite there being a microphone.

Elliott offered his arm, Amelia wasting no time in taking it as they walked to the dance floor. She caught sight of Leah almost choking on a tortilla chip as she spotted the two, looking genuinely shocked.

Amelia and Elliott took their places across from one another, this being the most annoying part of the dance. Though the longer she took imagining his hand on her waist and her hand in his, the more she realized it was actually about to happen.

They met eyes as he, and the rest of the men, danced closer before bowing in exchange for a curtsy. He stepped in and took her into his arms, effortlessly dancing in their small space. She met his eyes once more during the dance, his smile faltering for just a second, though she noticed.

The dance came to an end and people started to clear the floor. They made their way back toward the table. She barely heard his voice when he commented, “could you look at me for just a moment?”

Once they got to the table, she turned and looked up at him, her breath catching at the look he gave her. It was like he had just figured out some complicated issue and was marveling at the solution. But there was also a certain fear she didn't often see in his eyes. She looked over his features, worried that something was wrong. Was he leaving the valley? Did he notice that she had feelings and he had to turn her down?

“You are very pretty, Amelia.”

Amelia laughed, the sound nervous and breathy, “I'm sorry, I'm what?”

“You're very pretty,” he tucked his finger under her chin, meeting her eyes with a decisive smile, “I’d even say beautiful.”

Before she had a chance to respond, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, his free hand falling to her waist as she stood shocked for a moment. She felt him falter for a moment, concerned for her lack of response. Before he could pull back, she reached up and touched his face, her other hand resting over his lapel. It was a long few seconds before they couldn't help but smile, their foreheads resting against one another.

“I'd call you handsome,” she breathed, “but we already know I think you're an Adonis.”

He laughed quietly before pressing his lips to hers in one more too-short kiss, cut off by an excited yell from Leah, “I honestly was not sure if the whole leaving you two alone thing would work, but damn!”

Elliott kept his arm around Amelia, her heart beating hard and fast, “and I got a picture!”

Amelia laughed aloud, giving their friend a look, “you just take pictures of people kissing now?”

“I do when it's obvious that my two best friends who do nothing but drool over each other finally do.”

Amelia frowned. Elliott did not need to know how much she liked him. But.. He liked her too?

“I'm going to leave you lovebirds alone,” Leah grinned as she walked back over to see Emily.

“You drooled over me then?” she teased, relishing the feeling of his arm around her waist.

“I'm still not certain that this is real,” he joked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “this is the thing of old romance novels. Just… Being around you brings me so much inspiration. It's like…” he paused, looking down and meeting her gaze, “you're my muse.”

She laughed, leaning her head into his chest, “I promise I'm very real. I don't know if I could be your muse, that's so much bigger than me. Besides, the women in those books–”

“--couldn't hold a candle to you, Amelia. I truly believe that you are my muse,” he paused, smiling as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug, “I suppose this is when I invite you for a long walk on the beach, hm?”

She laughed, breathing him in. He smelled of the sea, yes, but his smell reminded her of when it rains and she would curl up by the fire with a new book. It just felt like comfort. Like home.

“Only if there will be stars filling the entire sky,” she teased, “I could bring some wine.”

He smiled, “most romantic date Pelican Town has ever seen.”

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alismodworld · 1 year

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Alright well I might as well give my thoughts on the movie

SPOILERS TURN BACK WHILE YOU STILL CAN!!

Okay we clear? Cool. So, The Super Mario Bros movie. It was good but I honestly had no doubt it wasn't gonna be good after seeing the trailers and the promos. Of course as with everyone else my only point of fear was Chris Pratt's voice, but while I was watching the movie I realized its actually okay. It never annoyed me and it even fits Mario somehow (yeah I said it come at me). Now that I'm thinking about it, if Charles Martinet was casted it really wouldn't have worked. Whenever we see Mario in the game he's always happy and bouncy, rarely ever serious or emotional so having a voice like that probably wouldn't have made the more serious parts of the movie work at all and at best I would've laughed at how ridiculous it was and at worst I would've been sinking far back into my chair. No disrespect to the guy at all, he does a phenomenal job in the games, but I just don't think he'd work too well in the movie. He does get a nod to in the movie which is great!

The movie is gorgeously animated and I love how the characters translated perfectly on the big screen. The backgrounds were spectacular. And the way the incorporate the elements of the games into the movie to create this world is *chefs kiss*. Everything makes sense and it's not too on the nose, it's believable.

It's a very simple movie, nothing too crazy and if you have very basic knowledge of the Mario franchise you'll get what's going on like how I did. All the characters acted perfectly to how I expected them to and nobody really annoyed me. My only problem is with Cranky Kong's voice. Sorry, but Fred Armisen's voice just doesn't match up with Cranky's appearance.

Jack Black absolutely killed it with Bowser. He was the perfect amount of comedy and intimidation. AND THE PEACHES SONG THREW ME SO OFF GUARD I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO BUT JUST SIT AND STARE!!

Also, PEACH! Oh my god I loved Peach in this movie!! I was scared and honestly expecting her to be too much of a "strong female character" rather than a strong character who happens to be female and she's definitely the latter. She's kind, she's helpful, she's patient, she cares deeply about her subjects, kingdom and everyone in general and she can kick serious ass too. I'm gonna be honest, in my years of playing Mario on and off I never really cared for Peach, IM SORRY TO SAY, I WAS DUMB KID! But watching her in this movie, I absolutely love her!!! AND SHE GOT LORE ON TOP OF THAT?!??

Also usually I hate the whole male character and female character get shoehorned together and end up falling in love trope, but here? PERFECT!! I also never really cared for Mareach but, I'm a changed woman and I never wanted two characters to get together so bad. I absolutely loved their chemistry as it was so organic. Of course they don't which I'm fine with but, maybe potential in the sequel?

All the action sequences were done great in my opinion and actually exceeded my expectations in some cases as I was genuinely expecting nothing but slapstick but we got a healthy amount of slapstick and serious action.

The final battle and climax was amazingly done!! Ugh that hug Mario and Luigi shared was amazing!!!

Okay now for what I didn't like

I wish we had more Luigi scenes. I understand that he's the one who's kidnapped and is basically the whole reason the movie happens but we got only a few scenes with him either running away or being trapped or integrated. I would've loved maybe a scene with him trying to be brave and find a way out or rally others to help each other escape which could've added to his character. Like it's called The Super Mario BROS movie...

Also Toad is just...there. I get he's the comic relief but he really doesn't do much other than tag along. The most I remember him doing was showing Mario to the kingdom, that's it. Idk maybe do something more to flesh out his character, why is he so eager to help Mario and Peach? Why is he an adventurer? What are his goals? Stuff like that.

Also no chain chomps...worst movie, 0/10, D-tier/j

I heard people were talking about the pacing which yeah it's a little fast but it's not too quick in my opinion. I think if they let certain scenes play out longer it would've benefited the movie.

But over all it's a really good movie. Not ground breaking but really good, happy, healthy fun. And I'm quite impressed considering it came from Illumination.

Here's to hoping this movie will pave the way to a Zelda movie!!

#the super mario bros movie #super mario #tsmbm #mario #luigi #princess peach #bowser #donkey kong #toad #spoilers

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I Just Wanna Be Yours|E.m x Reader

Help me pick?^

slight nudity, slight smut

The Sun glistened down on you. The hot summer air flows through your hair as you walk up to Eddie’s trailer. You knock on the door a couple of times and wait for him to open it, to no avail. The longer you waited outside, the more agitated you got. Sun beaming down onto you but you could not bring yourself to walk all the way back home in this heat. You knock louder and hear something big fall to the ground that shook the whole caravan.

“Shit- Im coming!” Eddie screams from inside, voice filled with annoyance and sleep as if he just woke up. You giggle, knowing that he caused the small earthquake in his trailer.

“What the fuck do you wan-“ Swinging the door open, choking on his words once he realizes who it was standing in front of him.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt, nor the rings that he would flaunt around as if they were his prized possessions. He wore pajama pants that hung very low on his waist, revealing a dark brown happy trail that lead into his pants. You always found him attractive. Not in a weird way of course, you’d just- imagine how he’d look right after he got out of the shower, nothing on but a small towel around him that revealed a little less than the blue plaid pajamas he had on did. But, didn’t everyone find their best friend attractive?

“Shit- sorry…” He smiles and scoots to the side, giving you enough room to slide in.

“Ugh, it’s so hot out…” You groan and fan your face as you make your way to the fridge.

“Yeah, it’s s’pose to be… really hot today.” He yawns and stretches his arms up in the air.

“Hm, ya don’t say?” Your brows raise and your mouth opens agape, acting surprised. Your sarcasm made him chuckle.

He approaches you slowly, while you hold a bag of frozen vegetables to your head.

“How about, we get you dressed into something more- comfortable..?” He asks, rolling the fabric of your dress in between his fingers.

This was nothing new. He always lets you wear his clothes and to be fair, you were literally drenched in sweat.

You nod and walk with him into his room, your hand fit perfectly in his as he guides you to the room located at the very end of the hallway. You sit on his bed and watches as he rummages through his drawers, trying to find something for you. He pulls out a faded Iron Maiden shirt and throws it at you. He doesn’t bother looking for pants as you never wear them when he does give them to you. In exchange, you throw the semi- thawed out bag of vegetables to him and send him a wink before making your way to the bathroom. You reach your hands behind your back to unzip the zipper. It unzips half way but gets caught onto the fabric.

“Shit..” You murmur under your breath.

Eddie waits for you on the other side of the door.

“I-is everything okay in there?” He knocks lightly on the door.

“Um… yeah, it’s just- this zipper.” You tell him, still trying to unzip it.

There was a brief moment of silence after. Eddie clears his throat and continues.

“Do… you need help..?” Eddie asks, tapping on the door.

More awkward silence fills the place as you stop what you were doing to think about Eddie’s offer. You open the door a crack and nod. You let go of the door knob to let Eddie walk in. The two of you were in the confined bathroom, together… Inches away from each other he begins to fiddle with the zipper. You watch him through the mirror, his tongue poking out from the side of his mouth as he focuses on getting it unstuck. In a swift motion, he pulls the zipper down. Looking at you through the mirror, then back down at the dimples on your back. His fingers hover over the newly revealed skin. You turn before his finger tips could make any contact and look into his eyes. The tension grew even stronger once you look into his eyes, almost gasping when you realize that his eyes were roaming your body.

“Thanks-“ You hold the thin fabric up onto your chest as the straps slide down off of your shoulders.

“No problem, Sweetheart.” He winks at you before opening the bathroom door a heading out.

A sudden wave a confidence brushed over you and before you knew it, your mouth began to move without you thinking.

“Maybe- You could help me, taking the rest off?” Your cheeks flush red once you realize what you said.

Your cheeks flush red once you process what you said. You wanted to curl up and disappear or somehow rewind time before you said it. You turn around before he could notice how hard you’re blushing and act as if the shower head caught your attention..? You feel a hand on your shoulder, slowly turning you around. He looks at you and smirks, not sure if you meant what you said.

“Stop joking around. I’ll be in my room if ya need me, K?” He cups your face in his hand and rubs his thumb over your cheek.

And just like that, he walks away. He closes the door on his way out and all you could do was freak out, wanting to rip your hair out, thinking about what just happened. What is wrong with you?!!! Your attempt of “shooting your shot” failed and it left you and your confidence at an all time low. You cringe as the moment replays in your head, making it almost impossible not to curl up and die in the bathroom(wouldn’t be the first time someone died in his trailer:|)

You quickly slip off the dress and put on his t-shirt. You knock on his room door and head inside, thinking the worse after the moment you two had in the bathroom just minutes before. God, this was gonna be awkward…

“Hey, baby. Come smoke with me.” He says lying on his bed, patting the empty space next to him.

Maybe him being high was a good thing? Maybe he’ll just- forget what you said and everything will be okay…

He watches as you walk towards him in the band shirt. It was loose but hugged your body in all the right places. He loved it when you wore his shirts but would love to see you without it;)

If truth be told, he’d purposely tell you to Change into something more comfortable just so he can watch you walk through his bedroom door with one of the many band shirts that he has. To him it’s a way of claiming what’s his without actually doing so.

You sink down into his bed, springs creaking at the slight movements of you adjusting yourself to get comfortable.

You sigh “So, we gonna smoke?”

His eyes shoots back to you and nods. He sits up and grabs the freshly rolled dutch from the ashtray. He holds it out to you, placing it in between his fingers. He grabs an old, metal lighter off of his bedside table. The rusted over, metal hinge on the lighter squeaks as he flicks the cap up. You watch him light the L that sits perfectly in your lips. You take a long puff and hand it back to him. The smokes emits from your mouth as your body drops onto his mattress.

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While Eddie takes the last little puffs of the dutch he throws it into the ashtray and lays back down. You could tell something was on his mind. He’s been very out of it. Laid out on the carpet, watching the ceiling like he was waiting for it to do something interesting. You would think it was the weed kicking in If you hadn’t known him as long as you have. He’s never acted like this after one smoke sesh, he was thinking about something.

He had been thinking about you. About what you said in the bathroom. This was actually the only thing that he could properly focus on since.

In fact, right after he walked out of the bathroom and headed to his room he practically moaned aloud thinking about what would’ve happened if he hadn’t left the bathroom. Thinking about how it would’ve played out, how he was so close to having you all for himself but at the last second, he chickened out. He didn’t think that you were serious. Platonic flirting was your forte and damn, were you good at it. Even if this felt different, he didn’t want to risk it. He didn’t want to throw away the friendship because he wanted to get in your pants. Not that it was the only thing he wanted to do.

He wanted to be with you. Wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He no longer wanted to sit behind the scenes and watch as you get your heartbroken by every douche in Hawkins, knowing that he will be there in an instant to comfort you when it happened. He didn’t want to be the one you’d come to, to talk about what Harrington did that made your heart do flips when the two of you shared shifts at Family Video that day. For God’s sake, he just wished that he made you feel the way Steve made you feel, but he knew that wasn’t possible. You’re way out of his league and ‘Freak’ wasn’t really you’re type, considering that the few guys you did date or like weren’t very- freak like.

“Ed.. What’s wrong..?” You crawl down onto the floor next to him.

His eyes shoot to you, finally coming out of his daydream to acknowledge you. He shakes his head and purse his lips. You knew he was lying.

“Y’know, you could tell me anything.” You gently place a hand on his bare chest.

I wish I could…

“Yeah, I know.” He rubs your head and roughs your hair up.

This story was supposed to to be one part but it would’ve been too long:(

Part 2?;)

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #fanfic #stranger things #stranger things season four #stranger things smut

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