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Wow I finally watched Cocaine Bear
This movie changed my life.
Not for any philosophical or environmental reasons just because WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS MOVIE
#cocaine bear what are you#you poor bear you deserved much better hunny#BUT YOU STILL A BADASS MAMA BEAR AND WE STAN#Jesse is a baby and I will protect him forever I love him#Eddie was highkey really hot#WE LOVE SEEING GENERATIONAL TRAUMA BEING RECOGNISED AND BROKEN BABES#“Is the dog on cocaine?” LOOSING IT-#wow I finally watched#cocaine bear#movies#real thoughts#someones brain really took the original story and completely fucked with it in their own little brain and i'm kind of here for it#but don't tell my mum#wait I watched this with my mum and bonus dad#if you heard confused laughter for an hour and a half straight that was us
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you have two boyfriends. one’s fake and the other a secret. one is avoiding love whilst the other is slowly opening himself to it. a story in which one’s cowardice, another’s insecurities and your own volition leads you here, overwhelmed and exhausted, in the middle of two best friends.
so, this is a thank you to everyone that read ‘Just Say It’ thank you for being here for the journey. Here’s a couple ‘behind-the-scenes moments’ and a few ideas that have been otherwise scrapped or not explored at all. there are also a few missing, but you’ll more than likely see those in other stories if you’re interested.
masterlist
taglist: @soobin-chois @penny-quinn @brit97 @bestleeknowstan @hhjkji @skzgallll @aspenwritesstuff @amara-mars @midsoulz @flvr4ane @01liacore @septicrebel @sheiiy
THANK YOU
First and foremost
To those on the taglist - my god thank you. Sincerely from the bottom of my heart - the fact that you were all on this - really helped me make a move on. Usually I want to see every series completed but it felt like I had loyalty to you guys so thanks :)
Also, not only to those on the taglist but to those who reblogged, commented, liked, read this fic I’m sincerely grateful to you too. There were so many of you and I felt immense love and fondness for you all.
This was probably the most fun I’ve ever had building and uploading a fic on here and it was a whole ass journey and I got so much love that I could hardly believe it. I still can’t. In saying that there were times where I did have a bit of a stutter and/or there were setbacks in my own life that made it difficult to even look at this story.
Storyboarding this fic was the most stressful thing in all honesty. It took a long time.
ORIGINALLY
I had the idea of a fake boyfriend and a secret boyfriend in one. I can’t quite remember what the initial picture I had in my head of this fic was but there were a few driving scenes(?) of this story;
‘THAT’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND I Y/N I DON’T GET A NEW GIRLFRIEND TO GET THEM TO FUCK OFF’
Han was always going to be her first love that she had before him and it was never going to be explored.
Han and Y/N were always going to kiss at that group date (carnival was just the thing that popped up in my head) and Minho was always going to see it. ‘YOU CHEATED ON ME Y/N, RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FUCKING FACE.’
The fake ‘acting’ part was always going to happen. I remember dreaming about it honestly. Though it was never actually supposed to be for this fic. It just happened and I thought it fit. It just didn’t pan out how I initially thought it would. Admittedly though I’m torn between wanting it to be the way I dreamed it would and this version.
I also didn’t necessarily want Y/N to be hated on, I wanted to see if the guy would be hated on for a change.
‘I don’t want him, I want you!’
‘When did you get so dumb? It’s always been you, you daft scrambled egg.’
This was also supposed to be for Heeseung (ENHYPEN) and someone else but I was in the middle of a Lee Know brain rot and I found myself imagining him.
ALSO as I was storyboarding - I wanted to leave my options open on the ‘who’ and would first write it as ‘fake boyfriend does this....’ or ‘secret boyfriend doesn’t...’ but then as I got further and further in my head it would always be Lee Know.
Funnily enough I initially wanted Hyunjin to be the fake boyfriend character and at first would put his name down. But it just kept springing back to Han and I would write his instead. I entertained the idea of others but Jisung was just so loud and proud and so ‘fake boyfriend/first love’ that I couldn’t not do it. He was perfect. I still must have something in me that replaces writing Hyunjin’s name with Han’s in this story.
WHAT HAPPENS AFTER / OTHER IDEAS
Admittedly I imagine that the two marry and/or just live totally into each other for the rest of their lives.
A LOT of you were into the whole poly idea though. So many of you. I didn’t even plan for them to be like that but hey! I entertained the idea - It could happen. There is definitely a chance. More than likely. They’d be very happy together. A lot of fun and cute jealousy - not at all by Jisung though, the darling. Very flirtatious relationship and so much care and significance.
Though I can’t get further than that I’m sorry - but I can imagine that Jisung is more than happy currently to make either Minho or Y/N jealous by his relationship with the other and his presence and what it means to the both of them. Jisung is very important to them and he knows that. AND he will use it.
Does Jisung find love? I don’t know. Simple as that. Maybe he does - quietly I assume. At his own pace. Just like always. But he’ll always remember the girl he loved (and for my poly supporters - the boy he also loved).
What was Y/N’s song for Minho? Love Me Back - Ginette Claudette. I think both Love Me Back and Te Amo suit them perfectly.
Why couldn’t Minho tell Y/N he loves her?
Well, I (both Minho and Y/N too) saw Minho as a work in progress when it came to being a boyfriend. Y/N knew Minho and knew what he was ‘like’ in the eyes of the public. He’s quite a cold person but it doesn’t make him any less warm and Y/N saw that. She nurtured that side of Minho and he became more comfortable with her to open himself up like that. Well, if you couldn’t tell, he loves Y/N from the very first chapter, maybe even before that. Deep down, he knows that. As discussed, he shows his love in other ways. But he’s still learning to be that boyfriend for Y/N. Unfortunately, he’ll always have doubts about himself when it comes to that. Always. For him saying ‘I love you’ is like the ultimate thing that Y/N wants to hear and for her, he wants it to be perfect. It takes a lot for him. But luckily, Y/N is in there for the long run. She trusts him. She knows him. She loves him and just wants to love him and be loved back. No matter how much. Yes, she may want to hear the words but if this is the way he loves, she’ll take it over the words any day.
Man, I love them so much.
Very self indulgent fic btw. Thanks Minho for being that guy.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS
So, Isa annoyed a few of you (oops). That wasn’t my intention at first, she was really just supposed to be a best friend who just understood and was there to give advice. Kind of like Seungmin’s character. Like this undeniable force of woman. However, I needed someone to help push it along. So....Isa <3 So she still remained an undeniable force - just in another form.
Felix was hardly in this at all and I’m sad. I tried my best.
So confession - I have a thing for side characters who are ‘evil’ but sweet and favouritism and protective. Basically Jeongin. He’s my baby and my little guilty pleasure. He was a treat to write about. If you’ve read ‘We Were Friends Once’ - Niki is basically his equivalent. I will be forcing myself to stop the next fic. Let’s see how long I can manage that for. He should’ve been spending more time with Changbin, tbh. Oh well.
My dear man, Seungmin. Was supposed to be a bit meaner. Blunt, shall we say. But he came through with the advice, didn’t he?
Hyunjin - well if he couldn’t be fake boyfriend, I had to bring him in another way shouldn’t I? There was always going to be a character from the ones ‘distanced’ from the fake boyfriend plot happening who was a bit too attuned and attentive. He should’ve been a bit more ‘fuckboy’ ish. I saw him as someone who was a very much a fuckboy/player wtv. He is. He’s just a lot smarter and a lot deeper than people tend to expect from him. He’s not loud about it either.
Changbin! Ahh my guy who wears everything on his chest - so unabashedly himself. Known as the ‘dumb one’ but isn’t. He really isn’t. i think in my head I imagined him as the baby - even though Jeongin gets outwardly treated as a baby, I think behind-the-scenes, Changbin got babied the most. And in turn, he looks after people. He’s a lot more shy than you would think actually. His smile is always sweet and I didn’t want anything to take that away from him. Jeongin is the same. He may be the victim to Jeongin’s shit and Hyunjin’s shit stirring but in the end these are the guys that will be first in line to protect him.
Chan - okay now - Yoon was a bit of a surprise character, even for me. Okay? I did not even think of Yoon. She’s the ‘assignment partner’ from one of the first chapters that hated him, remember? She didn’t have a name at first because she wasn’t supposed to. He was supposed to be a lot quieter on Twitter and have a bit more of a dark presence but *bright* in the group chat. But Yoon was introduced and I thought it was cute.
Sieun - remember her? she’s alive and well. Most likely moved on. Yes, she did figure out that Minho liked the girl in a to-be-later-found-out fake relationship and wished him luck. Not necessarily supporting but not at all unsupportive. I didn’t want to make her outwardly very annoying nor mean either.
The Randoms - There was never just 3 people, they were very very random. I just wanted to only make 3 accs to see the change in speaker. But even I started seeing them as 3 people so I don’t blame you if you guys think the same.
Anti-Minho-Turned-Minho/YN-Shippers - somewhere along the way these lot were created. I didn’t want the whole hate on the girl thing to happen so I reversed it instead. Minho definitely got a lot more hate and was a lot more haunted by his reputation and who he is when he’s (if you think about it) vulnerable. It’s also a shame that only when his and Y/N’s relationship went more and more public did they finally let off. And I’m proud of him for moving on. Such a baby.
NOW TO LET YOU GO
My favourite chapter was Chapter Forty Five : hope you’re hungry. I’m sad though because I did have to cut down which actually had me really distraught. In saying that during drafting I hated the chapter before it but it actually became one of my faves.
Also the movie is ‘Blinded By The Light’ which if you haven’t seen it, I’d totally recommend it and tell me what you think about it because I want to know.
When I started adding more chapters and I thought of things, I was surprised by how fucking cute I saw some of these moments and when the characters fleshed out and I actually got to write it? Unreal.
But like, honestly my face when I thought of ways Minho was going to grovel and attempt to get Y/N back? The cutest time. I literally hid away in my blanket, I thought it was so cute. The romantic in me came out.
Did I mean for 3 members of STAYC to feature in this fic? None at all. I’ve always wanted Isa to be a best friend. Sieun was someone I recognised from so many dramas and she has a sweet face. So it felt like a tribute. Yoon though, she was purposely picked...but not really? It was her name and not her face.
Also Y/N’s mum is basically my own 😂 but thanks for everything guys.
Thanks for reading :)
Don’t leave meeeeeeeeeee
I don’t want to say goodbye.
SEE YOU LATER <3
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oh dude dude what do you MEAN "sorry guys who are looking for delicious Courtship/Restart goodies"
I LOVE DEPRESSION QUEST, and i love the fact that theres someone else out there that has a runaway narinder AU
the idea of a completely power hungry lamb who disregards narinder as a person is so uncommon, i dont think ive actually seen that dynamic played out in a story/hc tbh ???
so i am LIVING for this, it truly is the spice of life
n like letting him runaway n waits for him to come crawling back??? absolutely maliciously delicious content
but nARINDER
OH NARINDER
angry, break down, self imploding beloved!!!
again there isnt enough completely broken down ISOLATED(emotionally) conceded narinders, so many au's have him conceded, but they always including the lamb trying to get him comfortable and okay, never narinder just being tolerated and treated like property or a trophy
and i love that fucked up dynamic
i'd really love to know more abt baal and ayms place in the cult too, are they like mini trophies ? or are they just "eh another follower"
either way the idea of narinder self imploding to the point of complete isolation (running away) is such a good idea, im living for it !!!
and the idea of a ratoo & narinder friendship from this has consumed my brain greatly, i love that idea
i actually had a brain wave pic pop up in my brain, so i'll draw fanart of this AU later bc i adore it
WHOA I was at work and I was like "I got an aaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" oh man I'm glad you really like the idea! I think I did see some fics like this (well not Narinder dips fics)
I will let you know that these qs making me go "wait hm this would fit into the AU better than my original ideas" so please bear with me!! at any rate omg aw thank you for loving these idees maybe I should just masterpost and mark spoilers for whatever comes to mind here also this is gonna be a long answer post pardon me
so spoilers for Depression Quest and Courtship I guess?
also trigger warning: depression, thoughts of self harm, mentions of mental breakdown
So this is me not reading cotl shit in like, literally months in order to try to preserve my headcanonideas like a loser but damn whoaaa I'm happy that you really like this AU
The initial idea actually did have just plain old Lamb being all okay bb i'll be here waiting for you when you ready I won't push you, I'll let you run away and live your life bb just want you to be happy uwu like they did want Narinder to love them back but they were fine with just making him happy and brought back the Bishops and stuff so they could reconcile but as said before, things didn't seem the same for them
Then as Courtship took form I kind of moved those kinds of feelings Lamb had to the new AU and really honestly removed them from the equation because I wanted to focus on Narinder and Getting Over It™ and just living his own fucking life instead
What did remain was Narinder's complete and absolute breakdown when he locks himself into the house they built for him and his eventual escape. Like goddamn, I was like this man needs to break
The amount of broken furniture, crying and screaming onto the floor and bed, throwing items at whoever manages to get into the house, laying down and staring at the ceiling in a catatonic state, etc
I liked the idea of him meeting other people and them remarking on his fallen status or having to hide his identity when interacting or going to public places and it's pretty much how I came up with the Ratoo encounter/friendship
Imagine Kudaai laughing when he requests a scythe and giving him the smallest, lightest one for his weak upper extremities
addendum: like after escaping he does get better like he runs into kudaai and gets scythe at least but he still sucks since his hands/arms more likely to spaz more when he exerts himself too much (aka combat)
Imagine Narinder trying to stay inconspicuous when he goes to Plimbo's stall at the Lighthouse, etc
Once the idea of resurrecting the Bishops came up around the time I started writing Courtship I kind of went, tbh Lamb would only do that to get Narinder back and then that idea of the Lamb just stuck
The Lamb knew where he was the entire time. The Lamb let him think he was finally free from them. The Lamb decided to uproot his life when he thought he finally found peace (by reintroducing his siblings) and from there the Lamb became the kind of famous hero/whatever who would 100% use Narinder as a trophy SO and show them off while he feels awful and drinks every night to cope
i'd really love to know more abt baal and ayms place in the cult too, are they like mini trophies ? or are they just "eh another follower"
So initial idea was that Baal and Aym weren't crazy about it but came around after Lamb invited Forneus for a visit, then they would be like yes Master should see how good Lamb is
Now thinking it over, it could have a good twist to it:
Baal and Aym think that Narinder should come around because Lamb is a good person and his life would improve
In this, his guardians become his jailers. They've become the ones most actively working for his "rehabilitation", and Narinder hates it because he knows it's another way for the Lamb to break him. He's thinking that it's their mortality that made them cave so easily.
Once Narinder makes it out, they want to make their presence known once they find him, but Lamb explicitly commands them not to until they say it's time. So they go and check on him and obvs this is stwess for Narinder since he feels like he's being watched
Still though, Depression Quest is more Narinder-based than Narinder/Lamb relationship-based because it's him trying to live in a new Lamb-ruled world while trying not to show off his shitty power level or something, Lamb didn't really pull up much once he gets out except for really sending Baal and Aym to keep tabs on him and maybe probably when the Bishops are resurrected but even then it's just like... there's still this kind of sad underlying everything.
So fun fact: a few of Courtship's ideas originated in Depression Quest! Such as the shared love for gardening/camellias by Leshy and Narinder, and the relationship/dynamic between Kallamar and Narinder. I don't know why but their relationship felt fucking devastating once I came up with it hence why I think Chapter 9/Kallamar's quest in Courtship has been my favorite to read and write so far.
Courtship and Depression Quest do share quite a few things, so I'm worried I might echo too much of the same shit should I actually come to write it. While writing out this answer I posted an unedited bit on a prototype for Leshy quest and you may see some parallels to the one for Courtship :o
the idea of a ratoo & narinder friendship from this has consumed my brain greatly, i love that idea i actually had a brain wave pic pop up in my brain, so i'll draw fanart of this AU later bc i adore it
pls show me when you done I want it I'm so glad you like it and yes Ratoo and Narinder friendship is one and only
I think there was more but it's like 2am and I have to wake up in like 3 hours and I think I should just do a fucking masterpost on these AUs
#cult of the lamb#cotl#fanfic notes#cotl courtship#cotl depression quest#tw depression#cw depression#tw self destructive behavior#cw self destruction#i spent too long writing this answer#i want to write#i want to doodle#i want to ideas...#i need to sleep
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First Impressions - Chapter 3
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All in all, Eddie was in a good place right now.
He hadn’t been forced to interact with Harrington in days.
He was making great tips at work too, a fact he attributed to his new round of ancient band tops that he’d recently slashed through and cut up, removing the ratty hems and collars, turning them into crop tops that left him chilly but he looked damn fine in.
He was still completely devoid of inspiration when it came to Eirwen, but there was a small short story he was working on in the meantime to burn off his writer's block. It had started with the thoughts of red lighting he’d had a couple of weeks ago and the flipped world mirroring this one called the Upside-Down. He’d originally envisioned a completely inverted world like a capsized ship but then started thinking of alternate worlds and planes and maybe an alternate dimension would fit better? So it wouldn’t be literally an upside-down world but more like a mirrored dimension.
It was leaning a bit more sci-fi than he wanted but that’s what was currently leaking out of his brain so he took it and ran with it while he waited for Eirwen to tell him what her next step was.
The bastardising traitorous fluttering in his stomach had eased away to a gentle wave that was almost non existent and Eddie thanked whatever gods were out there that he seemed to finally be getting over it. Whatever it was.
Just a biological reaction probably. That’s all.
He’d considered getting it all out of his system with someone else, hit up a few bars or clubs in the city, see if someone caught his eye and then he could just fuck the stupid biological urges out of himself.
But the idea really didn’t appeal to him anymore. He was tired. Tired of hookups, tired of short and sharp relationships that only lasted a few months until the honeymoon period wore off and they both realised they didn’t even really like each other under all the hormones.
People always assumed Eddie was a quick fuck, no call afterward kinda guy. The hard edges and rough denim and the rings and the chains boxed him in in some aspects. But they kept him safe too. The fuckers of the world who liked to toy around with emotions left him alone because he looked like a tough bastard.
He wasn’t though. Chrissy said he was just a soft pink teddy bear on the inside and yeah, you know what? He really felt that way sometimes. But if his teenage years had taught him anything it was that people love to fuck around and hurt that little thing inside him for their own validation and that was not the most fun thing in the world.
He wanted… He wasn’t sure of exactly what he wanted. Maybe to be comfortable. To have a relationship that felt easy and simple and was so effortless to fall into because they clicked, they had chemistry and shared interests and were so compatible that it barely felt like work. He wanted companionship and love, not just hot bathroom or alleyway sex.
Fuck.
Was this what getting old was like?
At least he had his passion for music back again. He’d been writing songs and the whole band had been more dedicated than every to getting their shit perfect , spending hours losing themselves in it. While he and the boys were just excited to perform for their friends, for the kids, Gareth was acting like his whole life depended on it. He had nearly erupted into flames when he’d heard that a recently single Will would be there to watch and he was almost militaristic with his orders to get their shit together and put on the performance of their life.
When he’d asked for a shift change so he wouldn’t have to go back to work after the gig, Charlie had whined and complained and started to rant at him but he just blinked his big wide eyes at her. He’d learned to weaponise them years ago.
She’d huffed and puffed and lamented that she shouldn’t even be here in her position. She was destined for a big city office job, or a rich husband so she could stay home.
Eddie had asked her once what would she even do sitting around at home all day under the thumb of said rich husband? It resulted in him being on the end of a mind numbing one sided conversation about how she’d keep the house straight or raise the kids and how hard could it be? And if it did get to be too hard, well wasn’t that what nannies and maids were for? She said that was the dream. Eddie thought it sounded like a lobotomy, but he kept that opinion to himself. He needed the shift change after all.
He’d tried to have a good bitch about it with Lionel but Lionel thought it wasn’t so bad. True love always had a way of working out, he said. If two people were happy together then nothing else mattered. Eddie held his tongue on that one as well. He just couldn’t break the poor boy's naive little heart. True love often didn’t survive when one side was incredibly dissatisfied or unequal in the relationship. His parents were an example of that.
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Jeff tossed him a soda from across Gareth's garage as they ended practice. “Be advised, Dustin is working on getting Chrissy a date again.”
Eddie let his head drop back with an exasperated groan, shaking his fists. “Christ, what is that kid's problem? I swear to god, he thinks he’s the foremost authority on relationships because he’s been with the same girl since he was, like, five.”
“Thirteen.”
“Same thing.”
“Apparently his whole thing with playing matchmaker isn’t new. He used to do this shit to Harrington all the time.”
Eddie snapped his head back up to look Jeff in the eye.
“King Dick needed relationship help from a teenager? There’s no way that’s true. Harrington was famous for his sluttiness.”
“I don’t think it was that he needed his help, I think Dustin just forced his help on him.”
Eddie scoffed. “Typical. So why’d he stop? Tell him to start again, get back on Harrington’s case and off Chrissy’s.”
“Nah, I’m not getting in the middle of that minefield. Sources say it went badly. And he spent a solid six months trying Robin and Harrington together.”
Eddie rolled his eyes. For a genius that kid could be so damn dense. There was an irritating itch in his brain, in his blood, in his skin. He didn’t want to ask. He didn’t care what kind of history was there. He didn’t. But apparently his mouth was running away with him again. “Did it go badly last time because it was Buckley or was it someone else? What did he do to fuck it up?”
Jeff raised an eyebrow at him and Eddie was forced to crack his soda can and gulp it down to avoid eye contact.
“Awfully presumptuous of you to assume he fucked it up. Some might even say you’re being judgy.”
“I’m not being judgy.”
“Prejudiced.”
Eddie spun back around. “Prejudiced?! Jesus Christ, what is this? A Jane Austin novel?”
“You’re being very dramatic right now.”
“Bite me.”
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Dustin was a truly awful matchmaker and Eddie was forced to watch the whole awkward thing unfold from behind the bar.
Chrissy and Mr. Normal-Guy-Whatever-His-Name-Was were in a booth off to the side and he hadn’t stopped talking for the entire forty-five minutes they’d been there. Chrissy looked like she was in between falling asleep and pulling her own teeth out but she’d asked Eddie not to intervene. Yeah he could be a little… protective of her at times but that’s what best friends were for. He was just looking out for her. She was just too damn polite, too sweet to cut shit short. She didn’t want to be rude. Eddie had absolutely no problem being rude if he had to.
But she hadn’t looked in his direction the entire time, almost like she thought if they made eye contact he’d be activated like some kind of sleeper agent to swoop in.
Maybe she wasn’t too far off.
Was he being clingy? Overbearing? Was this red flag behaviour? There’s only so much he could excuse by being trauma bonded from the earthquake. It was how they’d first met, outside of passing each other in the highschool hallways. They’d both lost their homes and had arrived at the shelter at the same time resulting in their cots being situated right next to each other.
Chrissy had smiled at him under the settled dust in her hair and the cut across her eyebrow. She looked like Veronica Sawyer at the end of the movie and Eddie knew he looked more intimidating than he ever had in his life before. He’d been dressed for a show, all leather and tears and chains and mesh and denim. His eyeliner was smudged around his eyes, he had bruises blossoming over his arms and back, he had blood under his nails and in his hair and soaked through his jeans into his lap. None of it was his. None of it was Wayne’s either, thank god.
And she’d still smiled at him in her sweet open way and said “I guess we’re neighbours, huh?” while her mother sent them the stink eye.
They weren’t even that close in the weeks afterward, but she was always civil to him and his uncle, no matter what her mother whispered to her. Until one afternoon when he’d found her forcefully emptying her guts out in a secluded corner behind the building where he’d usually go to smoke.
She looked terrified, guilty and in pain and it just about broke his heart.
He sat with her after meal times then, to give the food time to digest and whisked her away from the soul sucking presence of her mother whenever he could.
In the intervening years between then and now they’d been through more than their fair share of shit and stuck by each other's side for all of it and he’d be damned if he stopped looking out for her now.
If only she’d look out for herself. He knew why she’d said yes to this doomed date. She was trying to cover up, to mask, to run. There was something there about her feelings for Robin and she couldn’t or wouldn’t acknowledge them.
Eddie knew the dance well.
She was trying to convince herself she was as straight as could be, trying to hide from the really scary self realisation that maybe she wasn’t straight.
Or that could be Eddie projecting.
He had plenty of denial in his own past and usually he hated to put a label on someone without their say so, but he knew Chrissy too well.
He was snapped from his inner thoughts as they both stood and began to make their way towards him. Chrissy looked withered and the guy looked earnest but intense, like he was trying to investigate a puzzle.
Eddie busied himself behind the bar, trying not to make it obvious that he’d been watching them like a hawk.
“Hi. How’s it going, you two?” He asked, as casual as possible which apparently wasn’t that casual if the strained smile Chrissy was giving him was anything to go by.
“It was a fun time, but we think we’re better off as friends.” Her expression to him was nothing short of ‘thank god’. Eddie couldn’t help the corner of his mouth lifting slightly but his expression dropped when he glanced back and saw the guy giving him a quick once over.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no please. Not a boring, normie guy I can’t even remember the name of. Please no.
The guy turned his watery blue eyes back to Eddie’s, his gaze unsettlingly intense but it seemed like he didn’t even realise he was giving off that kind of vibe.
“Well, I must not overstay my welcome. Bad etiquette, you know.”
Oh jesus.
His accent was overly posh, English and snooty as all hell. He inclined his head in Chrissy’s direction before offering her his hand. When she took it, he raised it to his lips and placed a stilted but innocent kiss on her knuckles before loosening his grip, not letting his hand linger too long. “‘Till we meet again, madam.”
“Uh…” Chrissy looked like she’d been thrown into the deep end of a cold pool. “Sure. Bye.”
With that, the man sent a curt nod in Eddie’s direction again, with another wandering eye, a gentler nod towards Chrissy and swept himself out the front door.
As soon as he was out of sight, she slumped forwards over the bar. “Eds, honey. I need a Cosmo date, now. Like right now.”
“Why don’t you just open your mouth and I’ll put a funnel down your throat?”
“Please.”
Eddie looked around the bar. There was barely anyone in, Jeff was recovering from the dentist so there was no lunch break gig tonight and Lionel looked like he was falling asleep from boredom at the opposite end of the bar.
“Okay, go back to your booth. I'll bring them down in a minute.”
He tried to saunter down the bar as nonchalantly as possible, plastering on his best winning smile.
“Lionheart, darling.” The kid was startled a little at the sound. Maybe he really had been drifting off. “You know you’re my favourite little baby gay?”
Lionel’s gaze grew scrutinising as he took in the cocktail glasses Eddie was pulling down from the rack. The Hideout didn’t do cocktails. They were strictly a cheap beer and whiskey kind of place. But Eddie did cocktails for the people he liked and he was damn good at them.
Lionel rolled his eyes but the sting was taken out of it by the sweet smile he always seemed to have on his face.
“Thirty minutes?”
Eddie placed the back of his hand over his forehead and swooned. “You’re my hero.”
Chrissy practically snatched the drinks from the tray when he brought them over, taking a large gulp before starting.
Apparently the guy had loved to talk about himself, his job, his hobbies, all with an uppity accent that had started to grate about fifteen minutes in.
“Why didn’t you just stop him then? Cut the date short?”
“Because Edward , that would have been rude.”
“Not really, Christine . Rude would have been just getting up and walking out.”
“I still don’t understand how you can do that.”
“I don’t waste my time with people I don’t want to waste my time with.”
“Mm-hmm.” Chrissy hummed through another mouthful.
“Where did Dustin even find that guy? Did he just pick him up off the side of the road?”
“I dunno, apparently he knew someone who knew someone at work or something. Honestly,” Chrissy hesitated, hiding her blush behind her drink. “I kind of zoned out.”
They talked for a little longer, it was always so easy to talk to Chrissy. More than once they’d been kicked out of a diner or cafe because they’d lost track of time and had been hogging a table for hours. He wasn’t sure just how long they sat there before there was a sharp knock at the bar behind them. Looking around he saw Lionel nodding his head towards the back office and gesturing him over.
“Shit.” He nearly tripped over himself in his haste to run back with a happy tipsy buzz in his gums. He barely had a second to lean casually against the bar before Charlie stuck her head out.
“Anyone fighting?”
“No.”
“Anything broken?”
“No.”
“Good.” She was gone again the next second. Chrissy joined him at the bar a few seconds later, their conversation never letting up, not even once he finished his shift and they’d walked home.
Chapter continues on AO3
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I tried to quit when you went to shit, when you proved to the world that you only cared about yourselves and not the people who needed you most. But here I am coming back for more like a god damn junkie. I kinda hate this, not gonna lie, but there's really nothing else like VRchat.
VRchat is a weird and amazing thing when you're queer. The aging 2019 Unity Engine LTS build it uses, although held together by duct tape and super glue, provides near infinite capabilities for self expression to those who have the time and patience to understand how to use it's SDK toolkit alongside other community tools like various Blender Plugins. It goes without saying, for those such as myself who have struggled with their own identity for a long time, this shit will crack eggs. And it shattered what remained of mine in the beginning of 2020. This is why this badly written and mismanaged clusterfuck of a Unity game holds a special place in my heart.
To make a very fucking long story short, I've been on VRchat since basically the beginning. My earliest memories of VRC were in late 2017, early 2018 where everything was far more raw, simple, and experimental. VRchat itself was a blank canvas, and on that canvas was a tight knit community that spawned an iconic culture all to its own. And yes, before anyone asks I do know de wae. But for those early years, mainly because of my lack of budget and stable income, I was tied down to just keyboard and mouse controls from a desktop PC. It's a sub ideal way to play VRC but you make do with what you have in that kind of situation and make the best of it. So when I had the means to get my own headset in the beginning of 2020, an Oculus Rift S, you can bet your ass the first thing I loaded into was VRchat.
Before we continue, I need to introduce the concept of phantom touch or phantom sense. Phantom touch is a term that was originally for amputees who could feel their missing limbs when given certain stimuli, typically some form of mirror therapy or sometimes via ones prosthetics. Phantom senses in VR are along the same lines. For all intents and purposes, your avatar in VR is the same as your body to your brain. Now, not everyone gets this, and those who do get it in varying amounts in just different ways. I'm admittedly on the more extreme end of this, as far as my brain gives a shit my avatar is my body and that ends up causing some interesting sensations. Most importantly, it pretty much drives my own choice of avatar since a lot of options out there just don't feel right. Yeah an avatar may be super cute or super funny but with that level of immersion for someone like myself it becomes very apparent that a lot of things will give full on dysphoria. This isn't really limited to anything either, I've noped off of cute looking avatars for a variety of reasons, sometimes even just small things like clothing, hair style, body proportions, height, etc. On the flip side of that, the right avatar can relieve a lot of dysphoria for someone like me who does experience gender dysphoria regularly in their day to day lives. So what were my options then?
Wade through a lot of public avatars until you find something anywhere between just right to perfect. The world of public avatars available is almost limitless, as games driven by user generated content tend to be so there's plenty of options.
Make your own avatar, either from scratch or a prefab base. This is again where the limitlessness of the engine comes into play, where the only limitation is your own technical abilities with Unity SDK, and tools like Blender or Maya.
I got lucky and took option one. I found one that felt just right, a Tda based red haired fox girl in a cute hoodie, crop top, and jeans, and only needed a few minor tweaks. While there was a bit of a language barrier, the creator of this avatar and I got something worked out and the image above is the result. This is me. This was when what remained of my egg, so to speak, was completely fucking shattered into oblivion. This was where I realized that "Nah yeah I'm not fucking cis," after years of going back and forth and being on the fence about my own sense of self. Ultimately, VRchat ended up a coping mechanism for my dysphoria. I was free. I was me. I ended up parting ways with the guy who made the model posted above for reasons I won't get into. I was never given the source files to update the model to SDK3 so where it is now is where it will be forever until SDK2 gets dropped entirely. So, in mid 2021 when I found a prefab base that was relatively well support and easy to work with on booth.pm called Imeris, I jumped on that. I re-made me.
Maybe to a bit of an extreme, but whatever. Bouncy squishy boobs on my chest makes girly gender euphoria go brrrr in a way I can't get over. But this is how I stayed for about a year without any major changes save for some new outfits every now and then.
In August, 2022, VRchat implemented EasyAntiCheat into the game. The reasoning for it is all over the place and while I have some insider information as to why it's not been stated publicly and I don't feel like getting sued into oblivion. But regardless of their reasoning, no matter how much public backlash they got, no matter how many members of the community who relied on third party client mods for accessibility for various disabilities and basic usability and quality of life functions not present in the base game, they pushed the patch out live anyways. They pushed out a patch knowing it broke compatibility with some Oculus headsets and software, this even was noted in the patch notes. They didn't care about us. That much was clear.
I swore off VRchat then and there, but the reality is the other options all sucked. NeosVR had NFT integration which is something I despise on principle. ChilloutVR, while promising, still lacks a lot of the functionality for their dev tools that makes a lot of my shit work. It was on par with early VRchat SDK1 and SDK2 tools, which compared to SDK3 with Udon were beyond archaic. I tried to give that some love, but it's so far from ready to take the place of VRchat that I couldn't switch over. Maybe some day, though, CVR will be in a position where it's a suitable place to call my home in the metaverse.
So after dealing with VRC being broken for months on my machine, I finally figured out a workaround. Turns out my main issue where VRchat was crashing to desktop was because of some sandboxing options I had enabled way back when I was still running Windows 10. Disabling these settings fixed the crashing to desktop, but Oculus overlay still crashes any time the virtual desktops are used. This, however and unfortunately, is a documented issue because of how EAC works, and there's no real fix for it. In any case though, I can be me again. And while unfortunately a lot of my friends have left VRC entirely post EAC update, there's still enough to justify sticking around.
At the time of writing this, I'm a month out from hopefully receiving hormone replacement treatment and beginning my transition proper. It's a bit overdue, admittedly, but I know some day soon I'll feel comfortable in my own shell. For now, this will continue to be my escapism from the dysphoria that's plagued me for years.
Stay floofy~ 🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈❤️
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This is how it happened.
Well, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut and asked him why he deleted the message. My fault. My bad. I started it up again. I wanted to understand why someone would censor themselves. Apparently, he thought I was offended when I didn’t respond, though I couldn’t see how the message could offend anyone.
So how did we get here? From over here, his feelings seem to have come out of nowhere. I can only guess how it happened, very much like with me and Hal, how I got attached and fell hard without Hal having any idea what was going on. I somehow turned Hal into the ideal, as this old friend somehow turned me into the ideal. I can only really report on when we met and exchanged messages, but not on what happened with him in between.
He offered to take me out for my birthday a year ago. Yeah, it did feel like a date. I told myself that it couldn’t be. We were very old friends and he’d fucked a lot of my friends. And I mean sex. He couldn’t be trying to add me to that list. Could he? Nah. He is like family.
After that, I invited him to a cider share. He knew most of my guests but things didn’t go well with them. He offended them. W didn’t forbid him from returning, but he hasn’t set foot here since. It took a long time for him to reach out again. He would come to my gigs. We would chat online, get together and talk about writing. One day, I had a bad day and he reacted negatively to an instagram story that made me laugh. It didn’t go well. He unfollowed and unfriended me. But I wasn’t blocked. Eventually, I confronted him about it and got the longest text message ever about me triggering a childhood trauma that I didn’t even know about. I was like, “Okay. Sorry. I didn’t know. Do what you need to do. Be well.” And like a month later everything was hunky dory again.
Then the really heavy flirting and suggestive offers began last summer. I pretended like it wasn’t happening until I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I told W about it. By this time, I had completely forgotten about the dust up at the party. He was once one of W’s good friends, but after this dust up, she’d washed her hands of him. And she made a boundary: do not fuck this guy. And she is right. He doesn’t feel safe.
The day came when we had to talk about his behavior toward me. But I was tired and not feeling up to a discussion. As I started to leave, he prompted the conversation about his romantic overtures. I said, that’s not where I was going to start. I mentioned the dust up at the party. I meant to use his behavior that night as a way to explain why a romantic friendship was not going to happen, though I didn’t get to that last part. He seemed upset by the whole thing, but quietly so. I sent him a text later pointing out where I thought he went wrong, to which he replied, I’ll get back to you, but don’t reply, I’m feeling suicidal. How fucked up is that? I texted some friends in common to look in on him, since I wasn’t allowed. Two weeks ago, I got five pages to “explain the way his brain works,” doubling down on his questionable views (I reread the document recently and it has been heavily edited down to two pages though I still have the original). Also blaming me for a lot of his depressive episodes of the past and of late. This long communication had the added benefit of adding new reasons why this guy would not be a suitable or safe FWB.
My reply declined his offers for romantic intimacy among other things. And now he’s mad. Everything I write back is being twisted into something I didn’t say. I’m the demon in this story because apparently I am making him the demon. I protest. I maintain I am not. But maybe he needs me to be the problem so he doesn’t have to take responsibility for being a jerk and his own behavior for making me off limits to him.
Well. This sounds pretty familiar. I’ve been where he is. Past me would have liked patience and understanding from the person that backed away from me. So. I will try to be patient. I will try to be generous. Holding up my hands, waving the white flag, apologizing at least once per reply. I’m keeping it cool on my side while his temperature is hot. I’m doing my best to de-escalate and he has called a time-out. And in this time-out perhaps he’s seeing this as a losing battle. Or not. It may have taken him a few more days to cool down, but he maintains he will make time for me. So, this is not over.
I share friends with this man (though I have lately learned his views are making people want to disappear into the bushes like Homer Simpson. This growing isolation is concerning. Whatever manosphere rabbit hole he is tumbling down is a trap). We share this town. I don’t want this to be awkward when we invariably cross paths. These are reasons to see it gets resolved sooner rather than later. Resolution is perhaps impossible. Friendship is still on the table, but he may grow tired if it doesn’t get him anywhere… which is probably fine… =(
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Can u make mc is the actual owner of Cerberus when he was a pup but villagers killed him because they thought that he was a monster and what how would the brothers and the undateable react to that when mc started to cry when she saw Cerberus headcanons
Oh Beans! I totally spaced when reading this and only have the brothers.
I'll post what I have here right now, but this will also be on AO3, so if you keep checking/subscribe there, you'll get a notification when I've added the undateables! It might not be for a while though, since I'm about to start school again ^-^;;
Who's a Good Boy?
The Guard Dog of the House of Hades. A vicious, three-headed hellhound that only the fallen Morningstar himself could command. Unfathomably massive. Devourer of demons, angels, and humans alike. Notoriously difficult to groom.
That is Cerberus, Lucifer’s extremely volatile pet named after a figure from Greek mythology for reasons no one truly understands. The creature has struck fear into the hearts of its housemates, and the Devildom at large, for what feels like ages.
So when MC cries upon seeing the wolf-dog for the first time, none of the brothers are especially surprised. How could a human cross such a monster’s path and live, after all?
Except those who weep in fear usually don’t then barrel full-tilt into one of the monster’s furry legs, babbling incoherently about how they thought they’d never see him again.
One of Cerberus’ heads leans down to the human, and the brothers panic, fearing the worst. It opens its mouth, revealing razor sharp fangs—
And licks MC’s entire body in a saliva-filled canine kiss. Now covered in tears and drool, MC laughs as they shake themself off, teasing the hellhound by saying that they already showered today, thank you very much.
“So, did you miss me as much as I missed you?” they ask, giving Cerberus’ central head some under the chin scritches (the only part of its head they can currently reach).
Cerberus boofs loudly, enormous tail waving back and forth at an increasingly hazardous pace.
Lucifer
What.
Lucifer is dealing with a Lot right now. He almost lost the exchange student to his own dog, except apparently Cerberus used to belong to MC?! How?!
He orders Cerberus to back away from the human, part of him still convinced that this is somehow a combination of MC being mistaken and Cerberus playing with its food, but the hellhound actually growls at him and picks MC up by the back of their shirt, tossing them onto its back.
MC, in response, finds new places to scritch.
He stares at the scene for a few minutes, unable to process what his life has become.
Later, once Cerberus finally agrees to let MC leave, they explain to him that Cerberus used to be a puppy in the human world.
Obviously, he was immediately noted as strange due to his three heads, and the people of MC’s village believed him to be an omen of death. MC themself didn’t care, and just saw “lil’ Cerb” as a puppy like any other, albeit an exceptionally drooly one.
He used to be more or less normal dog-sized, but it quickly became obvious that Cerberus was growing fast, and would be much larger than even a wolf by the time he was done. He also became harder and harder to hide.
Unfortunately, one night they awoke to poor Cerberus being chased out into the night by a mob, never to return.
They assumed the worst, mourned, and got on with their life as best as they could. But seeing Cerberus— they knew it was the same dog as soon as they saw him — brought all those emotions right back to the surface.
It’s not hard to adapt to these strange circumstances. Lucifer is actually quite relieved to have someone who is both willing and able to safely help him in caring for Cerberus, and both MC and the hellhound delight in each other’s company.
Lucifer also won’t deny the pride he feels upon seeing MC, the one he loves, getting along so well with his son dog.
Mammon
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The P A N I C of seeing MC within bite-chomp-murder-kill distance of Cerberus nearly killed Mammon.
What the hell is he supposed to do against that furball?! MC’s dead meat, a chew toy, he can’t save them again—
WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY D O I N G ? !
Torn between passing out from fear and yelling about how brave and cool HIS human is!
So he kinda just… stands there, slack-jawed, as MC finds a spot on the creature that makes it thump its leg so hard the ground shakes.
Already he’s cooking up ways to use MC’s Cerberus-taming powers to get into all kinds of Shenanigans
Except he quickly learns that while Cerb is much more gentle with MC, it won’t let them distract it from its duties.
Has this resulted in MC semi-unwillingly riding Cerberus as it chases a terrified Mammon throughout the Devildom? Possibly~
Though when MC explains to Mammon how Cerberus used to be their dog, and what had happened to him… He can’t help but feel a touch more sympathetic to the hellhound.
Only a little bit though. It still does try and tear him apart whenever he gets too close, after all.
Leviathan
Levi’s fear metamorphoses into awe much faster than the others’. MC LOOKS SO COOL!! Riding the mighty Cerberus like a steed!
He desperately wishes he had the art skills to capture this iconic moment forever. But alas, a camera will have to do.
It’s a pretty good picture, the comparatively small human sitting on Cerberus’ back like something straight out of a fantasy novel. Levi even has a shot of them accidentally scritching a spot that makes Cerberus breathe fire (like a furry dragon!)
100% gets super emotional when MC tells him how they originally had— and lost— Cerberus as a puppy. It reminds him of his precious Henry 1.0 in some ways…
Begs MC to let him post the photos he took, along with their story as the caption. It’s just too good! It’s exactly like that arc in My Adventurer Boyfriend Keeps Adopting the Monsters He Beats in Combat and Now We’re Running Out of Space to Keep Them!
Like Mammon, Levi also quickly learns that just because he unlocked Cerberus’ tragic backstory, doesn’t mean that the hellhound will treat him any differently.
But sometimes, after a long “walk” with MC, the massive creature will be mostly asleep. And then, his hand shaking, MC will guide Levi to pet Cerberus’ flank. Its tail swishes softly, Levi’s own swaying in response.
Satan
He shakes his head and laughs, torn between relief, awe, shock, and lingering horror for MC’s safety. Of course they can tame even the ferocious Cerberus…
Guess all sorts of angry monsters like MC, huh?
He definitely wants to hear the story of MC owning Cerberus in the past, but first he’s going to drink in the absolutely dumbfounded expression on Lucifer’s face.
Toooootally doesn’t cry upon hearing MC’s story with Cerberus. No way, he’s still a cat person, he swears!
...No one is allowed to comment on Satan’s various burn injuries that occur over the next few weeks.
Not if they don’t want to be left with worse.
Asmodeus
OH SHIT!! Also, ewwwww
Once the fear for MC’s safety subsides, Asmo can appreciate the cuteness and hilarity that is MC with Cerberus. Truly no one is immune to their charms it seems, and their affections know no bounds.
...Is it that same quality that allows MC to continue to care for him and his brothers despite their past actions?
Asmo claims that the smoke from Cerberus’ fire breath is getting into his eyes, prompting him to leave. He has a good long stare-at-a-wall crisis for a bit.
Learning MC and Cerberus’ story only makes him mushier. Their tragedy got a happy ending after all!
As much as he loves MC’s charms, he still insists that they de-drool themself before touching him or any of his things. It stinks like brimstone!
Now if they need any help getting clean… That he can oblige~
Beelzebub
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH part 2
As one of the physically stronger brothers, when Lucifer’s not available it’s Beel’s job to groom Cerberus. He knows how dangerous that mutt is.
But apparently not for MC “Knows No Fear” over there!
As Cerberus continues to remain docile in MC’s presence, Beel starts to appreciate the cuteness of a human and their giant hellhound.
Unabashedly mushy upon hearing MC’s story about Cerberus. The themes of losing a loved one, only to find them much later in a new form… it kinda hits a little close to home for him.
(It’s not a perfect analogy: Beel knows MC isn’t Lilith, but having them as part of her legacy is undeniably cathartic. It’s why he doesn’t share these exact feelings with them, since he knows they’re uncomfortable with being compared to her excessively. Still, he can’t help but note the comparison.)
Naturally, he’s also very happy to have a very useful partner for grooming Cerberus. That living nightmare turns into an overgrown puppy whenever MC’s around. It’s much easier, and much safer, to work with this way.
Plus, it means he gets some quality time with MC! And there’s nothing quite like the fond smiles they share with him during these moments.
Belphegor
He has got to be dreaming. No way is this actually happening— nope, Mammon just stepped on his foot, and that hurt, he’s awake.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
Does MC not fear death? Is that it? Did that part of their brain just completely shut down when he killed them?!
Unlike the others, he can’t really shut down his panic. Sure, right now Cerberus is acting all cuddly, but that could change on a dime. That dog only listens to Lucifer, and right now all Lucifer is doing is staring gormlessly at it!!!
He nearly loses his hand trying to pull MC away from the creature (which it naturally did Not appreciate).
“Belphie, wait! It’s okay,” MC reassures him even as smoke blows out of Cerberus’ nostrils.
They explain their history with the hellhound, how they rescued it as a puppy and then lost it to the angry and frightened people of their village.
Belphegor can’t help but recall their expression when he told them about his imprisonment, the outrage there mingling with a much older emotion. Is that why they were so quick to help him?
He’s still wary of Cerberus. He refuses to be fooled by any facades the creature may be putting up.
But one day, MC invites him to one of their “playdates”. Cerberus watches him like a hawk, growling when he first approaches, but MC just shushes and soothes the monster until it allows him closer.
And maybe, after a few tense minutes, the pair begin to relax around each other.
And maybe, Lucifer has a picture of MC and Belphegor curled up in Cerberus’ fur as the three take a mid-afternoon nap.
And maybe, Belphegor lets him keep it.
#obey me#obey me headcanons#obey me imagines#obey me cerberus#obey me scenarios#mine#my writing#lucifer#mammon#leviathan#satan#asmodeus#beelzebub#belphegor#mc
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Could you do some dream team (separately) who’s friends with a male streamer reader, and they just think their really good friends, but after reader comes out on stream they go “uh oh, UH OH” and it’s some good old fashion pining.
Fair warning, I’m straight as a pole and not very educated about coming out or that kind of stuff in general. If I got something wrong, educate me please. I hope you enjoy it past that.
One of the boys
Pairings: Dream, Sapnap, Georgenotfound x M! Reader
Warnings: Light swearing
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Dream
Dream thought he knew everything about his friends. Especially with his pretty good friend, (Y/N). (Y/N) knew pretty much everything about him and he thought he knew everything in turn about him.
Turned out, that wasn’t the case.
(Y/N), the poor guy had been a pretty small streamer when he started to talk to Dream. Dream helped him out so much and was so nice to him, it was hard for the guy to develop a crush on the guy. He hoped to god he wasn’t super obvious about it but when the guy who you got a crush on has about nineteen million people watching him, there’s going to be at least one of them that picks up on it.
Dream thought it was another shipping thing originally, just like with George. (Y/N) knew different of course.
The audience just knew and found all the moments (Y/N) knew he had.
When Dream would laugh, (Y/N) would often give a wistful smile. If someone would donate and ask if (Y/N) had seen his face, (Y/N) would brag he had but of course, go beet red thinking about it. He was also quick to join Dream’s side in any sort of disagreement.
There…there were a lot of compilations.
After a while, (Y/N) felt like his audience needed someone to look to with some of the stories they shared. So, he felt like it was time to finally come out.
Dream was shocked to find out the information, to say the least. How had he completely missed this huge fact?! The faceless man was slightly concerned when he saw (Y/N) was streaming with “Serious Talk” as his stream title and tuned into the stream, finding out at (Y/N) talked to his audience about it. He sat there for a few moments as (Y/N) cheered some people on for coming out themselves.
A few things started to make sense to Dream as he thought about it.
“Oh.” He muttered. “OH!”
Yeah, all of the push-away moments when (Y/N) had gotten awkward or quickly changed the subject away from different things involving Dream made so much sense now. So, when he ended his stream, Dream gave him a call.
“Hey, what’s Dream?” (Y/N) answered, Dream able to hear him shutting down his setup.
“I saw your stream.” Dream told him simply.
(Y/N) paused from standing up in his chair. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
It was silent for a moment.
“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” (Y/N) said.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you want to talk about it over some Pizza hut?” Dream grinned.
“What?” (Y/N) asked confused. “Do you have screw loose man?”
“No, I’m buying you a plane ticket and we’re actually going to meet at a Pizza Hut because I’m not going on a Minecraft date.”
And that’s how Dream wheezed for three minutes on the phone as (Y/N) sat there, brain having short-circuited off.
They’d be fine.
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George
George could kind of tell, about (Y/N), for a little while and would sometimes use this fact to fuck with him. He would do his usual stupid, flirtatious banter with him but that messed with (Y/N) more than he realized.
(Y/N) felt like he was going to go nuts every time George would give his cute flirtatious comments. Chat knew too, and that just made (Y/N) feel like he was going to go even more nuts.
Yet, when George did the same with Dream, (Y/N) felt jealous. If they were playing a game together and George and Dream were doing their usual fan service flirts, (Y/N) would sometimes be close by as Dream would somehow trip into lava or fall of a bridge. He didn’t know how it happened and snitches get stitches chat.
After a while of this, (Y/N) started to gain a bit of confidence and threw it back and the shipping wars that followed after (Y/N) got confident was insane. Of course, while George’s were mostly joking, none of (Y/N)’s was.
He eventually decided to come out after a while of his chat just piecing it together on their own and George wasn’t super surprised, mostly surprised that he had gotten it correct.
Life went on as normal for a while but George started to see how differently his good friend acted around him. He thought it was just him being friendly but now, now it made more sense.
“Hey (Y/N),” George said, coming up to him in-game as they were playing Minecraft on stream, big shocker.
“Yo.” (Y/N) looked from his chat.
George dropped him a cornflower and (Y/N) frowned.
“What’s this for?” He asked.
“Be my Minecraft boyfriend?”
(Y/N).exe has stopped working.
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Sapnap
Man wouldn’t know unless someone threw a brick at him with the truth scribbled on it. (Y/N) allowed himself to be obvious knowing this fact himself.
(Y/N) chat constantly called him a simp because of it but he didn’t give two shits and just let them have their fun. They didn’t know yet anyway.
He would constantly “jokingly” flirt with Sapnap, covering it to say that they needed to rival Dream’s and George’s relationship just in case Sapnap got the hint. He would actually blush though when Sapnap would play along and tried to play it off with chat. It didn’t help either when they were both a rather chaotic duo together and people called (Y/N) Sapnap’s flint to his steel.
It was a bit heartbreaking to (Y/N) though that all the comments were one-sided and Sapnap didn’t know that he was actually being more serious than he had in his life. (Y/N) let it be though and he stuck to the “jokes” and reading some fanfiction; he got bored alright?
Finally, though, (Y/N) wanted to lead by example when a few of his donators talked about being scared to come out. It was one of the few times (Y/N) was deadly serious with his chat, usually wanting to keep things light. The internet took it from there and Sapnap was more than shocked to find out about his friend from Twitter of all things.
...
Sapnap @ sapnap
@(Username) you got something to tell me?
(Username) @ (Username) replying to @ sapnap
I mean, I thought it was pretty obvious man.
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Sapnap stared at his phone for a minute and thought about it. Holy hell, it had been.
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Sapnap @ sapnap replying to @ (Username) and @ sapnap
Well then are you going to stop beating around the bush and ask me out?
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(Y/N) replied with the clip of Dream falling out of his chair because he did that same.
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Dream’s in Motion
Request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do something where the reader and spencer have been friends for a realllly long time & one night on the plane she ends up falling asleep on him or something and all the sudden it makes him realize his feelings & he’s like oh fuck i really like her and he ends up telling her and idk just something really cute??
A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! Sorry this took AWHILE to write omg idek what’s wrong with me. I guess doing marketing work is taking all my creative juices away from me because by the end of the day ya girl be exhausted. That being said I’m glad I finally got to publish this cute fluff! Hope you enjoy!
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader
Category: ~fluff~
Content warning: Like one swear word
Word count: 1.7
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Spencer walked up to Y/N’s hotel room door to see if she was ready to meet the team downstairs to leave for the jet back to Quantico. He knocked on her door and waited patiently for her to open up. Ever since they became friends five years ago when Y/N joined the team, they’ve made it a tradition to make sure they were both set to leave for the jet to go home.
Y/N opened the door with a huge smile already plastered on her face. She had her to-go back ready in her hand. Spencer smiled and held out his hand to her. She obliged and gave him her to-go bag. From the very beginning he would offer to carry her to-go bag out of courtesy. Before Y/N would refuse to let him carry it because she felt bad but he always insisted he would do anything to make her day easier.
“You’re such a gentleman, Spence. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how sweet you are,” she said as she closed the hotel room door.
He smiled. “You act as if I’m carrying you on my back.”
She giggled. “You might as well be.”
“I would if you wanted me to.”
“I’ll remember that next time I’m too tired to walk to the jet.”
They both laughed as they walked towards the elevator. The rest of the team was probably downstairs in the lobby waiting for them. They were always the last two to arrive which raised eyebrows and raised higher suspicions as to if they were just really good friends.
When they stepped into the elevator, Y/N was telling him something about what she was going to do when she got home but he found himself lost in her eyes. He found himself doing it often lately and felt bad whenever he did because he loved hearing her talk. He loved watching her smile once she remembered the little details in her story she forgot. He loved the excitement in her eyes whenever he had anything to add to her story.
Having Y/N in his life felt like an upgrade to him. They were always there for each other and understood each other deeper than anyone else. He probably spent more hours with her on his days off than he spent alone. The more they saw each other, the happier he was. It was unreal to him because no one person had ever made him feel a sense of euphoria before.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, they both could see the team waiting in the lobby. As they walked up towards them the looks already started to float around. Morgan’s eyebrow squiggled up as he gave Spencer a fascinated look. JJ tried to conceal her smile. Hotch looked at them unimpressed by their tardiness. Spencer and Y/N played every look off as cool as possible instead of trying to defend themselves.
“Nice for you two to finally join us,” JJ said.
“Better late than never,” Y/N said.
“Ten minutes late though?” Morgan asked.
“It’s been 10 minutes?” Spencer asked.
“We’ll discuss your time management skills on the jet. Let’s go,” Hotch said.
“Yes, sir,” they both said.
Spencer sat on the couch reading a book as everyone else on the jet was sleeping. It was the middle of the night by now as they were flying back to the east coast. He didn’t fall asleep like everyone else because someone was keeping him up. Y/N was still fighting sleep as she tried to finish her crossword puzzle next to him. He would quietly chime in here and there to help her out but she wanted to complete one on her own. She was still extremely grateful for his input as her brain slowly shut down.
She yawned for the fifteenth time within the hour. Spencer looked over at her to see her looking blankly at the crossword in front of her. He smiled as he placed his hand on the page. It took her a while to notice which told him she was even more tired than he originally thought.
“Y/N, I think you should get some rest. You’re really tired,” he softly said.
“But I want to keep you company,” she said through another yawn.
He blushed. “You just being by my side is company enough. You don’t have to be awake.”
She looked at him to give him a faint smile as her eyes could barely stay open. Without another word exchanged between both of them, she laid down with her head on his lap. Before she drifted off, she looked up at him with sleepy eyes as he looked at her surprised.
“You’re okay with me sleeping on you right?” She asked.
He nodded his head. “O-of course.”
She smiled one last time before making herself comfortable on his lap again. He picked up the blanket and draped it over her. He looked at her to see she had already drifted away. He felt the flutter in his chest again. He usually felt those flutters when they were alone. Even in a plane full of his team members and friends, she was the only one he focused on.
He put his book down and let out a deep sigh as he thought about this feeling inside of him. He looked at her peacefully sleeping on his lap. He liked how she was comfortable with him and he liked he could be the one to bring her comfort.
He sighed again as he took a moment to think about every time he and Y/N were together. The way she would look at him made him feel like the luckiest man out there. Every time they touched gave him a burst of energy. Her whole presence made him feel as if he was on another planet every time.
‘Oh fuck, I really like her,’ he thought to himself.
When he finally came to terms with it in his mind, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it the whole jet ride. He didn’t even attempt to continue reading. No amount of words in his favourite book could distract him from the feelings he had finally come to terms with.
He looked down at her again. He brushed a piece of hair away from her face ever so gently so she wouldn’t wake up. Even in her sleep she smiled at his touch. He felt his face radiate as he saw her small smile appear and fade as she drifted back off to dreamland.
He stared out into space as he thought about her. He thought about how he would properly express himself to her without embarrassing himself. He didn’t even know if she felt the same fluttering feelings towards him. He pondered the whole way back to Quantico. Was telling her worth risking their friendship? Would she even reciprocate her feelings back to him? He understood if she didn’t but he secretly wished she would.
After a two hour flight, they were finally back in Quantico. It was the middle of the night so everyone was in a hurry to get in their cars and make their way home to get a decent night’s sleep. Spencer and Y/N walked to her car together as they hadn’t parked so far away from each other. Even though she was still tired, her profiler senses were still on point as she saw Spencer gripping the strap of his satchel tightly.
“Is everything okay, Spence?” She asked.
“Yeah, of course,” he said.
“I didn’t sleep on you too hard, did I?” She joked.
“No, not at all,” he chuckled.
“So, what’s up? You think I don’t notice you gripping onto your satchel for dear life or your nervous expression?” She asked.
Spencer immediately stopped gripping his satchel strap so tight and fixed his nervous expression. Well, he tried to. Y/N raised an eyebrow as she wasn’t buying his attempt to avoid her questions.
“Are you trying to avoid answering me?” She asked.
“No, I would never,” he said.
“Seems like you would since you’re doing just that right now,” she said.
“It’s just…it’s hard to express,” he said.
Y/N looked at him in shock. “Dr. Spencer Reid finding it hard to express himself? Unheard of. It must be something really complex.”
“You can say that,” he said.
As they reached Y/N’s car, she grabbed his hand which had found itself back on his satchel strap. She held his hand close to her and he could feel his palms getting sweaty. He felt his face getting hot again as well as she looked deep into his eyes with that smile he loved so much plastered on her face.
“Well, you can attempt to express it to me,” she said.
At the moment she said those words, Spencer found his hands grip the side of her face and pulled her into a kiss. Y/N didn’t even pull away to question it and wrapped her arms around his neck to let him know the kiss was well received. As they parted lips, Spencer looked at her with a face coloured deep red. Y/N giggled at how flustered he looked.
“I’m so sorry. I don’t even know-”
“That was really hot. Like really, really hot.”
Spencer looked at her in shock. “Really? It wasn’t weird or awkward?”
Y/N shook her head. “Not at all. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long while but I’ve been too chicken to do it.”
“Really? You like me too?”
“Like? I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, good doctor.”
He chuckled. “Maybe we can discuss us over dinner sometime?”
“Only if we can do more of this.”
Y/N embraced Spencer in another quick kiss to seal the deal. When they parted Spencer couldn’t help smiling widely as he looked at her. He stroked her cheek as he got lost in her eyes.
“We can definitely do more of this,” he said.
“Finally,” they heard JJ and Morgan shout.
They turned to see they were both walking by on the other side. They gave them two thumbs up each with overjoyed looks on their face. Spencer and Y/N giggled as they watched how excited they were for them. They both knew they weren’t the only people who were waiting for a move to be made.
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Moral of The Story. Chapter One.
Summary: Marrying too young out of highschool leads to a naive and failed marriage. Now 10 years later, word comes that the divorce was never actually completed. Bucky and Y/N have to come back together after all these years to settle what wasn’t all those years back. Passive attitudes, miscommunicated endings, and reminiscing of an old love all comes back for the two.
Pairing: Bucky x Y/N
Word Count: 2600+
A/N: Ok, here is the first chapter! If you have not already listened to the song that evoked this idea from my imagination land, I suggest giving it a go! Moral of the Story by Ashe. I’m excited for you guys to see what this story brings and I really hope I do it justice! As always, comments and thoughts are welcome as they help me grow as a writer and let me see what you guys notice:) ENJOY MY LOVES!!! <3
(The posting will be once every other day until I have finished the series. If I finish early, I will post an update once a day:)
Read the Prologue here first!
Chapter One:
"You already got the flight?" Nat asked, perched on Y/N's couch as she ran around frantically packing. "Don't you have a huge meeting next week with that new business? What was it called? Bee's Knees?"
"Yes, but it's not until Monday evening. I highly doubt I will be there longer than a weekend to sign a few divorce papers. I'm planning on coming back early that afternoon, so I shouldn't miss it," she answered, not even stopping to look at her as she ran through the rooms and bathroom in the apartment.
"How soon did you book that flight?"
"As soon as I hung up the phone with Murdock," Y/N sighed. Nat sent her a questioning look not knowing that name. "New lawyer. The guy who took over for the sleazeball known as Justin Hammer," she rolled her eyes.
"Right," Nat nodded. "So, are you staying at your dad's house?"
"I would take my dad's house over my mom and Jerry's any day. You know this," Y/N paused in her actions, sending her a bitch face.
"I know. Just didn't know if you'd be all fancy and rent a hotel room to escape the smothering that is bound to happen from good ol' Mr. Y/L/N," Nat grinned.
"It's been so long since I've seen him not via facetime. And we both know that's barely seeing him as he doesn't know where the camera is even after a hundred calls," she laughed.
"Parents. Either they're technologically challenged or know how to work it better than us. Never in between and it's weird." Nat watched as Y/N froze in her stance and looked lost trying to think of something else to pack. Deciding she needed a distraction, Nat changed the subject some. "Hey, did you get Melody to go on that date tomorrow?"
"Yes!" Y/N answered proudly. "I know your aunt wants grandbabies from her daughter, but that girl just needs a night on the town more than anything. She's in her early 20's and holes herself up at the office almost more than I do, and I'm the boss."
"Cousin's got my work ethic. What can I say?" Nat shrugged smugly.
"Well, she needs to get your spirit in living some too."
"Touche," Nat pointed. "I need to have Yelena take her out. She's the real party sister out of us two."
"That is true. How she's able to party for 48 hours straight and still wake up at 8 am for mimosas, blows my mind," Y/N commented on Natasha's younger sister. "She's only a few years older than Melody, right?"
"Yeah, Yelena is 24, and Melody is 22. They were best of friends growing up, but once they got to high school, they kinda went different routes about life. Lana, the party gal, and Mel the studious bookworm."
"I'm not surprised by either of those," Y/N shook her head before collapsing next to Nat on the couch. A loud breath and sigh escaped her body.
Nat watched as her mind escaped back to the original issue at hand.
"What's going on in that brain of yours, Y/N/N?" she said, softly touching her shoulder. "Not that I don't already know, but maybe letting it out will help unscramble those thoughts."
Y/N lazily rolled her head to the redhead next to her.
"How is he?" she asked.
Nat was a part of their friend group from middle school through high school. She kept up with all of them still, whereas Y/N kept up with all of them except one.
"I actually haven't talked to him in a while. Steve on the other hand..." Nat nodded. "From that source, it sounds like Barnes is just as surprised and freaked out as you."
"He's freaked out?" Y/N asked, a hint of interest peeking out.
"Who wouldn't be? You get a call from a lawyer saying your marriage is still intact after 9 years of breaking it off, I would be freaked out too."
"He deserves it. I hope he's just as freaked out as me, if not more," she responded bitterly, crossing her arms across her chest like a pouting child.
"Y/N," Nat sighed.
"No. Don't. Don't defend him to me, it's pointless," she put up a hand. "I know you're still friends with him, but you guys still don't understand the pain that that man brought on me."
"He fought for you, Y/N. He didn't mean-," Nat countered.
"Again, you're wasting your breath. Defending him now does nothing to change the past," she said stubbornly, getting back up and carrying on with her packing. "You can still take me to the airport tomorrow, right?"
Her best friend wanted to keep pushing, knowing she had harbored this heartbreak for too long. Sure what had happened between them sucked and was a horrible chapter of their lives, but neither made an effort to talk it out and understand the other's side of the story. Faults of being young, immature, and not knowing how to handle a grown-up decision.
"Yes, I'll pick you up at work at 10. Flights at 11:25, right?"
"Yes, and you know California traffic. That will probably get me there 10 minutes before my gate closes. I had to get an early flight though because that time difference is going to kick my ass. It'll be close to 5:30 in my head and 8:30 there by the time I land... " Y/N huffed, rolling her bag to the front door for tomorrow. "You mind taking this tonight and keeping it in your car for now? That way I don't have to lug it to work?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll grab it on my way out. But we're still having a girl's night, right?"
Y/N laughed some before going to the kitchen to grab beers. "I Survived is already recorded and ready for us."
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"Shit man... When's the last time you talked to her?" Steve asked, sitting across from his best friend in the chair diagonal from the couch, leaning forward on his knees after listening to the new news.
"Since I was supposedly signing our divorce papers. And even then, we didn't really talk. She sat there quietly straight-faced until it was signed and then rushed out the doors," Bucky sighed, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. "She was out of the state within the next hour."
Steve nodded before falling back into the single seat.
"So, do you guys have to see each other again, or is it one of those situations where you can sign separately?"
"I don't know. I just got off the phone. All I know up to this second is that Y/N and I have been married for the past 9 years without knowing it," Bucky said somewhat harshly. Steve didn't flinch at the tone knowing it wasn't directed at him. "I'm sorry. I-I just can't wrap my mind around this."
"It's ok. This is crazy shit, Buck," Steve waved off. There was a long pause before Steve decided to ask the question he was sure anyone would want to know. "Do you want to see her?"
Bucky slowly looked over to the blonde. God, he had been asking himself that question for the past 10 minutes himself.
On one end, yes. He wondered where she was now in life. How she was doing. What accomplishments he knew she would be making. He knew a few small things just by the whispers and small talk of her with their shared friend group that he still hung out with, but a majority of the time, they didn't bring her up around him. They knew what it did to him.
On the other end, he never thought about facing her again. I mean maybe for the year after their divorce, but when he never heard anything back from her all those times he still tried to reach out and she blocked him on almost all forms of social media, he gave up any hope of them falling back into good terms again. He hated it, but he wasn't going to push her when she clearly hated his guts.
And honestly, he deserved it. His young, stupid, college self was not a smart guy when it came to relationships. Even ones that had been there from the beginning of time practically.
Yet again, she wasn't perfect either. She made some mistakes of her own that pushed him to act the way he had.
"Hey, you both are older and more mature now. I'm sure you if you guys do have to see each other again, you can handle it like adults," Steve reassured, seeing Bucky's face turn to a soft frown. "Ok, so she may be a little stubborn..."
"A little?"
"Ok, a lot. But she's older now. She's not the 19-year-old girl that you remember," Steve defended.
"I believe that but I'm sure she still holds a grudge that is very, very, very, very-," Bucky was going to go on about 10 more very's before ending with BIG, but Steve cut him off.
"You don't know that," Steve shook his head.
"Really? Because usually when you no longer hold a grudge against someone, you might just reach out to that person and reconnect possibly," Bucky argued. "I mean that's what mature people do, right?"
"Not always..."
"So she's either not mature or still just as stubborn. Hell, for all we know, both," Bucky shrugged, pursing his lips.
"If you go into this with that mindset, nothing good is going to come out of it." Steve pointed an eyebrow at him.
Bucky rolled his eyes not replying to Steve. He knew he was right, but he was still bitter after all these years about how Y/N handled the situation. Sure, he messed up, but she had to. Yet she made him into this big bad wolf that was at 100% fault in the downfall of their relationship. It made him feel like shit, and though he tried to make amends knowing he did some fucked up things, she acted like she was Miss Perfect and didn't do anything wrong the entire time.
Damn, even after all this time, it still lit a fire in his chest with annoyance and hurt.
"When's the meeting?" Steve once again interrupted his thoughts.
"I guess Saturday morning. They said they were coming in on their off hours to fix up a few cases they found like ours," Bucky answered.
"How many cases were there?"
"Eh, I think he said it was single digits, but there were a shit ton of other cases in different areas that were worse off. The divorce ones are a small number compared to those."
"Damn. That sucks for all the couples who got a call today then," Steve huffed, running a hand down his face.
"Yeah, you're telling me..."
"Hey, we were going out with Wanda and Vis tonight. You still up for that, or...?" Steve stood up.
Bucky looked back at the beer on the coffee table and then at the TV still playing I Survived stories quietly in the background.
"You know what? I'm going to need a stronger drink than an IPA to get me to sleep tonight," Bucky nodded, standing and wiping his hands on his jeans before walking to his room.
"Looks like I'm the DD tonight then..." Steve sighed.
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"Vis," Wanda motioned to her fiance as he came back from the bar. "Nat just texted."
"About what? How is she?" Vis smiled as he sat next to her with Sam across from him. Sam tagged along at the last second since his other plans got canceled.
"She's good, but it's not about her," Wanda waved off, still reading whatever lengthy text was sent her way.
"Wow, that looks like a novel," Vis noticed with wide eyes as he looked over her shoulder.
"Wait 'til you hear what it's about."
Sam shook his head as he took a sip of the beer Vis had brought over.
After reading the rest of the text out loud from where she had left off, everyone at the table looked at each other with shock ridden faces.
"They're still married?" Vis said softly as if it was a secret.
"Apparently..." Wanda nodded with wide eyes.
"So that Hammer guy was a sham?" Sam questioned.
"I told her not to go to him. He had some shady hole in the wall kind of establishment," Wanda chided. "But she said they needed something cheap and fast. She hated his guts and wanted it out of it then and there. Plus, they were 19. They didn't have much money anyway."
"Why didn't they just ask their parents for help?" Sam questioned. "Isn't Y/N's mom loaded?"
"Yes, but she refused to help her. She said it was her own fault for getting married so young and that she had warned her. Told her she had to get out of the mess on her own," Wanda answered.
"What about her dad?" Vis jumped in.
"Bucky and her dad were close. She was off in Colorado for school and didn't want to put her dad through that or make him have to help her in cutting him off. Bucky was like the son he never had and they were bonded at the hip. No matter how much Y/N hated Bucky, she wasn't going to ruin or take away his relationship with her father. That would have been cruel, and Y/N is anything but that."
"Weren't Bucky's and Y/N's dad's best friends?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, they were old-time war buddies. They're the reason Bucky and Y/N had known each other since birth. But Bucky's dad died when he was about 13, and Y/N's dad, Thomas, kinda took him under his wing. Growing up a teenage boy without a father figure messes with you, and Bucky was on the edge of a bad path after losing his father."
"He's still rather close with Thomas, but I'm sure Y/N doesn't know that. Unless Thomas has said something, and with how everything came to an end for the two, I'm sure he doesn't bring it up knowing how tender of a subject Bucky is to her," Vis added.
"Makes sense..." Sam nodded. "I only knew you all from the start of college, so I'm still a little lost in all the beginning stuff."
"All good. It's complicated with those two. Their past and upbringing are so interconnected with the other, it makes their downfall all the more intense and messy," Wanda sighed. "God, if this is the news, he's going to be a wreck tonight..." She looked up worriedly at her fiance who shared the same concerns.
"It could go two ways. Either he comes in all solemn and says three words all night, or Steve's going to be the DD and he's waking up with a head-busting hangover," Sam noted with a small grin at the thought. "I'm going to go with the latter though."
"Poor guy," Wanda sighed, taking a drink with a sad face. Ever the sympathetic one.
"We'll be here to listen if he wants to talk. If not, we act like we have no idea and don't bring it up," Vision spoke up, throwing his arm over her and running his hand up and down her shoulder.
"I'm going to tease him still most likely," Sam shrugged nonchalantly. Wanda sent him a warning glare. "Fine, mama bear! I'll be nice... Until he starts making a fool of himself." He added the last part quietly.
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Birthday Gift [M]
Pairing: octopus hybrid! Jimin x human! Reader x octopus hybrid! Seokjin
Gender of the Reader: female
Word Count: 1.2k
Rating: 18+
Genre: Smut/PwP
Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Sex Toys; Masturbation; Double Penetration; Anal play; Oral (f.); Exhibitionism + Voyeurism; slight Overstimulation; Strength-/Power-Play; Praising; Petnames; Orgasm Denial; Teasing; Edging; Tentacle-Play; Jimin has a tentacle tongue...
A/N: Finally it’s done! That’s my sweet and short Birthday-Gift for my dear friend @breadoffoxy and I hope you like it Baby~ I’m so sorry that it took me so long!! But I’ve finally written it and I really hope that I ruined you at least a little with it!
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Within a single second your whole face, your ears and even your neck burns in the color of beet red and you have some struggles to gulp properly. Quickly you turn the package around and put the ripped wrapper over it, looking around in your silent and empty apartment. Even though you alone at home and Jimin is already at work... you’re panicking that someone would see you with such an obscene object, too embarrassed to even look at it. You literally expected everything... just not that. Not such a gift with such a comment in the card he wrote.
Today is your birthday and you was more than exited to know what your Boyfriend Jimin got you for your first shared birthday, especially after he teased you for weeks with subtle hints. The little comments he dropped here and there made you with every new day more curious but you couldn’t connect the details with another. At the end of the day you didn’t knew anything new except the fact you’d die out of curiosity before your birthday arrive.
Now ‘the day’ of all days finally arrived and you are flustered beyond belief, in fact a little mortified somehow. Despite all of the shame you sense, there is arousal pooling between your legs. You can’t resist the urge to pull the damaged wrapper away and to look at your gift once again. Almost automatically your front teeth are gnawing on your bottom lip and the slowly growing ball of lust makes itself noticeable in the pit of your stomach. Yeah, Jimin makes definitely sure you’ll enjoy yourself and keep your needs satisfied.
In front of you, on the surface of the table lays a new tentacle dildo which is still wrapped in the hygiene plastic bag. It’s a little bigger than the one you already own and has a slightly different coloring. Your boyfriend knows how much you love that toy, integrated it more than once in a play session and learned quickly how to use it to drive you completely insane. One time you quietly mentioned that you wish you’d have the money to purchase a second dildo of this type... you have a weak spot for double penetration and the unique texture of the toy made you almost addicted to it.
‘Happy birthday, my Darling!
I hope you enjoy your day off and that you like the first gift I’ve got you for your birthday~ ;)
I’d love to see you using the toy and his sibling when I come home from work... would you do that for me? It’s essential for the next presents I’ve organized for you.
Love, Jimin’
Oh god... you don’t even dare to imagine what Jimin have planned for you, it sounds so delicious yet so unholy and sinful. You have no Idea how you’ll survive the night after he gave you those instructions.
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You’re so lost in your own pleasure that you didn’t even noticed that someone arrived and opened the front door, let alone that two figures are now standing in the door frame of the bedroom and watches you silently.
The suction base of the smaller dildo is attached to the flat plastic panel you’ve bought some time ago to be able to use this toy without hands in bed as well. The length of the tentacle dildo is completely buried in your cute ass, your stretched out rim gripping the girth firmly and hold the toy in place. It’s so deep in you that your ass cheeks almost reaches the plastic surface, your feet and your back on the wall are supporting your body weight.
Your birthday gift, the new and bigger tentacle, plunges into your tight pussy in a rapid pace and causes such beautiful and delicious squelching noises... so nasty and filthy. The big toy stretches you so wide open, up to the point that you are sure your pussyhole would gape if you’d take it out. Your arms are aching from the weight of the toy and the strength you have to put into the thrusts to make the friction really pleasurable. But all of this doesn’t stop you to pushes your own limits, this feeling of getting stuffed so fucking full with tentacle turns your brain to mush. You can’t think properly anymore, the only thought in your ruined brain is about cumming on these dildos so often until you pass out.
“Oh Babygirl... I see, you followed my instructions like I said. Hmm, such a good girl you are for me. I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?”
Jimin’s teasing voice and his chuckles let you snap out of your lost thoughts, your eyes widen at the sight of Seokjin besides him. The taller man leans with crossed arms against the opposite of the door frame and smiles devilishly at you. His eyes are dark and full of lust and the thin fabric of his chinos aren’t hiding anything of his hard and aching boner. He’s showing you in a shameless manner what your little unintentional show did to him.
“Sweetheart, you can’t imagine how happy I was the moment I found out about your tentacle dildo... there are a few things I was worried to tell you about. You need to know, Seokjin and I are a little different to... normal humans. We have special abilities and features... we both are octopus! Hybrids. Besides our normal human limbs we own four other octopus arms and if we want to, we can show them off. What about we show them to you and make you feel even better with them? I’ll only accept those silicone tentacles for foreplay and self-pleasure now, is that clear? Now, get off of those toys and let us make you cum until you can’t scream anymore...”
You’re only able to nod, trying to process all of this with your mouth agape but they even let you collect one single logical thought. Pulling the toys out of you and remove the panel completely, Seokjin takes the place behind you instead. Then you can already feel very realistic, slippery tentacles wrapping themself around your thighs, opening your legs even further and holding you with a tight grip in your place.
Jimin goes on his knees between your legs, eyes sparkling brightly in a color you’ve never seen before and his lips opens in a smirk. His tongue pokes out, only the form of the muscle reminds you of a human body part. The texture is completely different, has now a bumpy structure but looks kinda similar to Seokjin’s tentacles... slowly the certitude sinks in. It’s the fifth limb, one of Jimin’s tentacles.
“I know how much you love to have my tongue between your legs, you have such an insatiable oral fixation, don’t you? What about we combine these two things with each other, getting tongue-fucked by my tentacle... hm? Spread those swollen pussy lips for me and show me how your greedy, gaping hole clenches around nothing. Expose your pussy for me.”
These are the last words before Jimin drowned himself between your legs.
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Umm, wait. It's more a 15x20 rant than an analysis. I'll call it... a ranalysis. 😏
I just saw J*reds last online panel again, where he called the finale "magical full circle storytelling". 15x20 is his "favourite episode ever" because he "is a fan of good storytelling". Uh-huh... Okay. So the following just was built on pure rage. This makes it more of a rant than an analysis. As usual. You guys know me.
Well. There are various possibilities here, Jared. Possibility A is, you are lying, what I do not believe. To lie that obvious you have to be a talented actor, which you are not. Possibility B is, you really think that way. You believe, the finale was "magical full circle storytelling" and you actually loved it, it was indeed your favourite episode. This again brings me to the only conclusion: You have no fucking idea about good storytelling, not even decent storytelling.
Lets look at every single ending, shall we?
Dean. We all know you think Deans death was a "success story." You think that Dean "ultimately gave his life for his number one on planet." I am sitting here, laughing in pain. First of all, let me say that Dean didn't died for Sam, Jared. He didn't took a bullet for Sam or sacrificed himself or whatsoever. He died in the most ridiculous accident I've ever seen. But lets go back to the very start.
Dean’s childhood was highly abusive. Dean was 4 years old when he saw his mother burning alive and learned that monsters are real. In that age he developed PTSD and stopped talking. Dean had a childhood with a father that was an alcoholic and physically and mentally abusive, who had believed that Dean had a “killer instinct". When Dean was about 6 years old, John forced him into a nurturing role for Sam. In the same age Dean was forced into the soldiers role as well when John taught him how to shoot and hunt. Dean had to obey orders without questioning. If he acted “out of line,” (aka something John didn’t like) John chewed him out or left them alone. Dean was trained to be Daddy’s blunt instrument. Dean gave up his own life to keep Sam safe, because he had no other choice. More than a brother Dean had to be a father and a mother to Sam. He suppressed everything, every psychological pain, every emotion, he just lived to protect Sam and to obey as Johns blunt soldier. Short: Dean gave up HIMSELF for Sam and John. Not because Dean wanted to, because he was forced into it! Dean hated himself, he was suicidal. He was convinced he isn’t worthy of anything, especially not being loved. Dean never had a life for his own, never had a choice, never had a chance, never had own original thoughts, never felt safe or loved. He was used to being left. He felt like he was nothing. Worthless. He was dead inside. Broken. You get what I mean, Jared? Since you own a mental health campaign, you should. And guess what Dean did? He kept fighting. Despite everything, he kept fighting. And his mindset slowly changed. He understood that his father was an abusive bastard, he unterstood that he was forced into a life he never wanted. He understood that he is more than that, that he is not like John. He changed. He opened up. He even wanted to retire. And now it gets interesting, because something happened that REALLY is the start of magical full circle storytelling. Something in Deans mind clicked while Cas' confession. His confession was fundamental to Dean to finally accept his own goodness and the value of his life and love, of his identity. It was the moment of breaking free of the structure that had controlled and corrupted him his entire life. It was the only way out of his abusive and traumatizing cage to experience something for his own the very first time. For the first time in his life he had a chance. A choice. The start of his very own life. Free will, baby! Well, no. Because exactly in that moment he stumbled into a nail and died. Do you even realize how dumb this is? Do you even realize what you did? Wait, it gets worse. Yeah, that's possible, even if you dont believe it. In heaven he goes right back to the life he has spent his whole journey learning to free himself from: Left only with the persons he had been forced, time and time again, to sacrifice his identity, goals, and soul for. None of the family, support, or love, nothing he has built or chosen for himself remains. This is not magical full circle storytelling, Jared. This is abysmal pointless butchering. This has NOTHING, not a single percent of magical or good storytelling! YOU call that magical? YOU call that a success? Seriously, what shit are you on? If it would've been full circle storytelling, there is not one single fucking possibility that Dean would've died in the end. I don't know whats going on in your twisted brain, but Deans death never was and never will be a success. To make it magical full circle storytelling, he MUST have been the one who survives and overcomes his trauma (and raise a certain someone from perdition.)
Sam. He's actually the one who kinda got the best ending, huh? I mean, it was fucking horrific, but it was the best if you compare it to the others. When Sam was young, he wanted a normal life far away from hunting, while the truth is, Sam always was more like John than Dean ever will be. Over time his mindset clearly changed. He even said: "When Dean came to get me at school, I told myself, one last job, you know, (...) it was always one more job and then I was gonna go back to law and to my life. I guess, I really understand now that THIS is my life. And I love it." Sam couldn't imagine a normal life anymore. He had the chances for that and he declined. He loved hunting. He loved working and making progress with the BMOL, he very much enjoyed being a MOL and even took the lead often. I can clearly picture Sam as the lead of a rebuilt version of the MOL, that would've made sense. What did Sam get? Right, the ending he didn't wanted anymore, but since we yeet every single development of every single character out of the window, Sam has to be Season 1 Sam again, BUT with a fancy party wig! And there he is! And what a happy life he lives, exactly what he wanted, woohoo! So much joy, so much fun! Oh look, there is BlurryWife™, who Jared made sure is not Eileen, because “Dean wouldn’t want Sam to be with Eileen”. But wait, didn't Dean wanted Sam to be with Eileen? Didn't Dean literally said: "If it was to work, Eileen, you know... She gets it, she gets us, she gets the life. You could do worse. And she could certainly do better, like SO much better. I'm happy for you, Sammy." Yeah, NO. This was just a writing AND acting AND producing mistake and had no matter at all. *cough* So... As you can see, magical storytelling strikes again. I can feel the magic, I can feel the full circle, it's... Amazing...
Castiel. Castiels story was magical, it was mindblowing. I've never in my entire life seen such a meaningful and deep storyline and I mean this. It's fucking massive. There is this blunt angel soldier, one of the post powerful forces, who was built to blindly obey, who lived for aeons of years, who wasn't supposed to feel anything, but he fell for a broken, suicidal, abused human who never felt loved or worthy the very moment he touched him. He fell so hard he rebelled against his own race, against his own family, against everything he had without any safety. He was the ONLY one in Chuck-knows-how-many universes who GREW outside of Chucks CONTROL! His love was so fucking massive, it couldn't be controlled by the God who built every-fucking-thing. Chuck built millions(?) of parallel universes, heaven, hell, life, death, purgatory, the empty, he created every single being, the light, darkness, every single angel, demon, leviathan, monster, animal, plant, sea, blade of grass, every centimeter of mountains, the four seasons, emotions, what the fuck ever. Everything you can ever think of, Chuck created it. And he controlled it. In every single one of his fucking millions of universes. But not Castiel.This is actually not possible. You can't outrun god. You can't outrun the one who creates, writes and controlles everything. But Cas did. Out of love. And not only that, you also imply that what happened between Dean and Cas was the only thing that was real. Everything else was corrupted, controlled, manipulated, written by Chuck. But what happened between Dean and Cas, he couldn't affect.
Seeing Cas standing there, crying, confessing his love to Dean actually even makes me think that Dean made Cas human. Dean completed Cas. Cas didn't simply said "I love you", he actually said "In all existing universes, in all millions, all aeons of years, you are my only happiness." And Cas completed Dean. He freed Dean. While Dean was used to being left, was used to feeling worthless and unlovable, Cas saw Dean exactly the way he is and chose to stay. With every obstacle, every difficulty he loved him even more and yes, freed him from the abusive structure that had controlled and corrupted him his entire life. Something that no one else could, not his parents, not Amara, not God, not even Sam. Beautiful, isn't it? Unique. Mindblowing. Pure. You enjoyed it? Let's fuck this up in 3...2...1...
Castiels story ended exactly the same way it started. A blunt angel who doesn't care about people and feelings, blindly carrying out instructions from a new God, obeying heaven. No progress. They threw away 12 years of character development and managed to give him the same stupid and senseless ending like they did with Dean. Dean died and Cas... Wasn't there?! WHAT!? There is no single fucking way Cas wouldn't save Dean or wouldn't be there when Dean enters heaven! There. Is. No. Fucking. Way! The way they represented Cas in the end doesn't only imply that Dean isn't important to Cas anymore, he even ended up exactly the same way as if Season 4-15 wouldn't have happened. The ending is exactly the same! He's with God in heaven, supporting him with instructions, not caring about anything else.
Okay, I got it. Summarizing you can say: Jareds "magical full circle storytelling" is to yeet 95% of the past 15 years. No other characters matter, the story itself doesn't matter, every single characters development doesn't matter, it even doesn't matter what the brothers really want, they don't get it anyway.
Okay. But that's not all. As if this wasn't bad enough, they didn't just butchered ... EVERYTHING, they also salted and burnt every single Mantra they ever stood for. I'll make these short, I promise!
Team Free Will. *snort* Dean couldn't escape his fate, he always believed he'll die on a hunt as Daddys blunt instrument and he did. He kept fighting to die exactly the way he felt he was "supposed to". Message? No matter how hard you keep fighting, no matter how long you'll keep it up, you can't escape your fate. Sam couldn't change his fate, he ended how he started. Cas couldn't change his fate, he ended how he started, same for Jack, he ended how he was supposed to. YEET THE FREE WILL, NONE OF THEM CAN CHANGE ANYTHING!
Family don't end with blood. The biggest lie that has ever been told. Do I even have to explain that? No need, right? Don't make me wanna throw up again, please. We all know that 15x20 blasted "Family don't end with blood" in millions of pieces.
Always keep fighting. THE AUDACITY to praise that while Dean is dying! After everything Dean has dealt with, It makes me wanna scream. Dean kept fighting, he always kept fighting, no matter how hard it was, no matter what forced him to his knees, he stood up again, and if he wasn't able to stand up, he crawled. He kept fighting no matter what, despite everything. His mindset changed. He wanted to live, he wanted to experience things, feelings and people differently or even for the first time. He changed. He wanted to retire, toes in the sand. He knew he earned it. Thats why he kept fighting. For what? To die the very first moment he had a free will. To die the very first moment he had a choice, had a life to build for himself. Always keep fighting, but the moment you come close to what you want, what you fought for, you die. It's been more than 3 months and I am having tears in my eyes while typing this. As for Dean, no matter how hard you fight, no matter how long you fight, you don't reach what you deserve anyway. Give up. As for Sam, AKF leeds to Emptiness. Grief. Psychological Trauma. Mental illness. Absolutely nothing worth fighting for.
I wanna go cry now, bye.
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dude your writing is superior, especially the Kiba one 🥵 would you consider making a part two to that one? I’m kinda hooked on the story now ngl
Thank you so much 🥺 Your guys’ asks make me so happy! Imma keep it real, I’m not stoked with how this one turned out, but I hope you like it!
Eat Your Words Pt 2
Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x Reader
CW: NSFW; creampie
Length: 2.6k+
Summary: Kiba is your jerk of an ex boyfriend. After making the mistake of sleeping with him again, you have some harsh words for him that leave him reeling.
Inspired by me wanting Kiba to rail me into oblivion
Please don’t tag as NSFW!
“Hey, what’re you so upset for!?” Kiba called as you shoved him off of you and got out of his bed. God, why had you done that!? Kiba sits up, propped up on his elbows as he watches you march around the room, grabbing your clothes and pulling them back on. You shook your head, waiting until you were fully clothed before turning on him.
“Are you kidding me?!” You snapped. “This is the problem, Kiba! This has always been your problem.” Shaking your head, you picked up Kiba’s own shirt to throw at him. “You think you can solve everything with sex! You think that everything’s okay, and I’m gonna stay just because I let you fuck me?”
Kiba rolled his eyes at you, tossing his shirt back on the floor. He lounged back in bed, his hands folded behind his head. Kiba obviously had no shame as he laid back completely naked, not even trying to cover up.
“I can’t help it if I have a magic dick.” He snickered. “Not my fault that the sex is that good.” Kiba shot you a wolfish grin, being playful and deflecting as he always did. Did he even know how to have a serious conversation?
Gritting your teeth, you stalked to the side of his bed, surprising him with your vehemency. He could feel the anger radiating off of you. “Let me tell you something, Kiba.” You spat, standing over him. “Yeah, you might be good at fucking,” you said the word pointedly, wanting to make sure he understood the distinction. “But sex? Intimacy? Making a girl feel really good?” You gave a humorless laugh. “You have no idea about that. Even if you go home with a girl every night for the rest of your life, you’re always gonna be alone.”
~
Those words stayed with Kiba, ringing in his head constantly as the days passed. What had you meant by all of that? He tried to pretend it didn’t bother him, but something about it had shaken him to his core.
After you’d left, taking your shit with you just like you’d originally wanted, he’d gone straight to Ino’s house. He was pissed and annoyed and confused and needed some help letting out steam.
So he’d pounded her into the mattress doggy style, making her scream and moan just the way he liked. You’d told him he didn’t know how to make a girl feel good, but he thought that Ino would beg to differ. He spent an hour making her cum around his cock before he finally found his own release. When they collapsed into bed, Kiba found his arm slinking around Ino, something he usually didn’t do.
“That was good, right?” He asked her.
“Oh yeah,” Ino sighed, sitting up and running a hand through her hair. “Great as always,” she told him as she made a move to get out of bed, but he stopped her with a squeeze to her hips.
“Where ya going? I thought we could like, lay here, ya know? Cuddle and talk and shit.”
Turning to look at him, Ino gave Kiba an incredulous look, actually laughed at him, making him go red. “What the hell are you talking about?” She asked, pushing his hand off of her so she could get up. “That's… Not what this is.”
Feeling his cheeks burning, Kiba crossed his arms. “What do you mean ‘that’s not what this is’?” He muttered.
As Ino pulled on her top, she glanced back at him. “Kiba, you’re fun for like… a good time,” She explained gently. “But when it comes to that emotional shit, well, I have other guys I go to that for. That’s boyfriend shit, and you don’t exactly fit that bill…”
~
Kiba walked through the village, his head whirling. Did girls really not see him as boyfriend material? Just as a quick fuck? Kiba had never been super into relationships, really had only ever focused on hooking up before, but he’d never considered that maybe girls didn’t want to date him either. He was a catch! Wasn’t he?
He began to think more and more about what you’d meant, that he could fuck, but he didn’t know how to have sex? Well, what was the difference?
The brain has a way of picking up patterns. Once presented with new information, it will begin to recognize that information everywhere. That’s what was happening to Kiba, and it was happening specifically with you.
What had he been hoping for after you slept together? That you would look at him with heart eyes again and fall back head over heels? Break up with gyoza boy and come back to him?
Well, yeah. That’s exactly what he’d been hoping.
Because, okay, yeah, he was aware that he wasn’t exactly the perfect boyfriend. He knew he wasn’t always as attentive to your needs as you were to his, was realizing that sometimes when you just wanted a kiss and a hug, he was dragging you back to the bedroom before he even recognized something might be wrong.
He was selfish and self-centered and arrogant and okay, now he got it. He was the worst boyfriend. And maybe you wouldn’t understand this, wouldn’t believe him and he couldn’t even blame you for it, but Kiba did love you. He loved you in the way he knew how.
And he could list it all out for you. He loved your eyes, how bright they were, and especially the way they lit up when you looked at him, like he was the center of your whole world. He loved the smile you got when you would see him for the first time all day. He loved the way you brushed your hair behind your ear when you were nervous and the giggle you gave when you were embarrassed.
Kiba loved how you’d pull him into the grass, tell him the stories you saw in the clouds. Some days you would stay there until the sky was dark and splattered with stars, and then you would tell him the stories they told too.
Kiba did love you, he really did. You were the first, the only girl he’d ever wanted to be in a relationship with. But he didn’t realize just how bad he was at showing it.
So when you were yelling at him for the millionth time because he forgot another date night he’d sworn he’d plan, he didn’t get how upset you were, thought you were overreacting. You guys spent plenty of time together; why did this specific instance matter?
He was taken off guard, absolutely blown away, when you’d broken up with him. He hadn’t even bothered trying to argue with it because there was no way you were serious, right? He’d laughed, told you “sure thing,” and gone back home waiting for you to show up at his door.
He waited for a week before he’d realized you weren’t coming.
And he couldn’t understand it, thought you were overreacting, and he was so pissed. Kiba wasn��t emotionally mature enough to realize what he was feeling wasn’t anger; it was actually heartbreak. So he’d gone out, gotten drunk, and went home with the first person that was willing.
Except they didn’t go home. Kiba took Ino right there in the alley outside the bar. Enough privacy that not everyone would see, but public enough that at least someone would see, and surely word would get back to you.
Thinking about it now, he could see why that was so stupid. He’d only wanted to make you jealous, hadn’t even considered that it may leave your heart shattered. But he got it now. He understood very well how horrible you must’ve felt, because he felt it now, watching you with gyoza boy.
So maybe it was a little creepy--okay, a lot creepy--but he followed you and your boyfriend around when he saw the two of you out and about. You’d gone right from Kiba’s house to his, he guessed. Fine, let’s see what a good boyfriend he is then.
And Kiba could see it, all the things that this new guy did that he never had. You always had this bag you carried around with you no matter where you were, almost instinctively. It’d always annoyed Kiba for really no reason at all. But gyoza boy was carrying that bag for you, had it slung over his own shoulder as he held your hand.
Kiba had never really held your hand much. It’s not like he didn’t like it; it just didn’t cross his mind usually, and he didn’t really think it was that big of a deal. Gyoza boy not only held your hand, but he spun you around as you walked, not carrying how silly it looked. Kiba always cared.
He saw the way you laughed, how happy you appeared to be. When you talked, your boyfriend leaned into you, eyes locked on yours. It was clear that you had his full, undivided attention.
And really, those things were so small, but it was all you’d ever wanted. The little things, like having fun in public and those touches of affection and for someone, for Kiba, to just make you feel important. Nothing felt worse than being taken for granted by the person you loved the most.
Kiba realized just how neglectful he’d been.
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“Kiba? Again?” Ino asked with a sly smile, leaning against her doorway. Kiba shook his head, rolling his eyes. “No, Ino. It’s not that. I need your help…”
~
Weeks had gone by since your mistaken hookup with Kiba. You’d beaten yourself up for that constantly. You’d felt like you had the upper hand when you broke up with him, but you gave the power right back to him when you let him in your pants knowing you had a boyfriend at home.
You’d broken up with “gyoza boy” just a a week after the hookup. The guilt from cheating on him with Kiba had been eating you alive, and besides that, there just wasn’t that spark. He was such a nice, sweet guy, but you didn’t feel anything when you were with him. Not like you did with Kiba. With him, you felt everything.
And speaking of Kiba, you were about to walk right past him. You definitely weren’t ready for that interaction. You steeled yourself, preparing for some snide comment or jab at you. You weren’t ready when Kiba stopped, smiling at you and asking you how you were.
“I’m fine…” You blinked, surprised.
“That’s good. It’s been a long time…” Kiba was being polite, making small talk, and it threw you. You nodded awkwardly. “But, I’ve been meaning to tell you,” He continued. “There’s a few more things you left at my house. If you wanted to come get them…”
You gritted your teeth, rolling your eyes. Of course. You should’ve known. “I’m busy right now,” you practically snapped. “I’ll stop by later. But my clothes will be staying on.”
When you did finally make your way to Kiba’s later that evening, it was with extreme reluctance. You were certain that all Kiba wanted was another excuse to try and get you into bed. You were going to do your absolute best to not engage any of his antics or let him get to you and end up like last time.
You knocked on the door, crossing your arms, preparing for a shirtless, or even just a boxer clad Kiba to open the door. Instead, he opened it wearing exactly what you’d seen him wearing earlier in the day. He was fully clothed, didn’t have that arrogant smirk on his face, and was opening the door to let you in rather than staring at you like a piece of meat. You didn’t think your guard had ever been up so high.
Eyeing Kiba suspiciously, you stepped by him, entering the house and going to the table where a small box was. Shifting through it, they were all little things you definitely hadn’t been missing. A couple hair ties, a few bobbypins, even a sock without it’s match.
You couldn’t help but scowl. This wasn’t anything you needed. Kiba must’ve been luring you here to sleep with you again just like you thought.
You turned on him, shoving the box across the table. “Seriously, Kiba?” You glowered. “What the fuck would I want any of this for? You could’ve just tossed it. I’m leaving.” As you moved to push past him, Kiba saying your name made you stop.
It was unwillingly, like your body was on autopilot, responding to his name instinctively. You couldn’t help but groan to yourself as you turned to glare at him. “What?” You snapped.
Kiba turned then, going to the counter and reaching behind it before pulling out a painting. He held it sheepishly in front of him for you to see.
It was two small figures, laying in the grass looking up at the blue sky with white clouds painted against the backdrop. In all honesty, it looked like something a child would have made, but you were pretty sure by the red on Kiba’s cheeks that he’d done it.
“What is it?” You asked him.
“A story.” Kiba replied, moving closer. “It’s in the clouds, ya see? A story about a guy who was a complete idiot and who lost the girl that he really loved, and how it took losing her to see how dumb he really was.”
He pointed to the clouds which looked like blobs instead of cohesive shapes, but you knew what he meant. You always used to tell him stories, random things you made up when looking at the sky. It was one of the only times you ever thought Kiba was really listening to you.
Setting the picture down, Kiba stepped closer to you. “It’s a present… I just wanted to give it to you to say I’m sorry… I’ve been thinking a lot since the last time we saw each other, and I realized that you were right. I was a really bad guy to you, and you deserved better.”
Despite how skeptical you may have been under usual circumstances, you could see right away that Kiba was being serious. There was no facade or part he was playing. He was being open and honest with you, and you were taken aback by his gesture. He’d actually painted you a picture of one of your favorite things to do with him. It was one of the sweetest gestures you’d ever received.
“You made this for me?” You whispered.
“You don’t gotta believe me…” Kiba continued, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you deserved an apology. You were always so good to me, and I really loved you for that.. But I also realized I took you for granted. It’s my biggest regret. I never wanted to lose you, but I know that you deserve to have a guy that spoils you and loves you in ways you can feel it.”
Your heart was fluttering as you felt heat rising to your cheeks. Where was all this coming from? All you’d ever wanted from Kiba was for him to say something like this, to put in some effort and show he cared.
“What… what made you realize all of this?”
Kiba paused for a second, blushing before finally answering. “After you put me in my place last time, Ino told me I wasn’t boyfriend material… It was all pretty humbling, not gonna lie.” He gave a small snicker. “I really got my ass handed to me. Then later that day, I saw you with gyoza boy and how happy you were… It really put everything into perspective. I’m glad you’re happy with him, though. I hope he treats you better than I did… But it made me want to change. The past few weeks, Ino has basically been pointing out every single flaw I have for me to fix.” He shrugged. “It’s been rough. I knew I had one or two, but turns out I have a lot.”
You’d never seen Kiba so earnest and vulnerable before. You felt yourself getting hopeful, even though you weren’t sure for what.
“Actually…” You admitted, meeting his gaze. “I broke up with gyoza boy a few weeks ago.”
That took Kiba off guard. His eyes widened considerably as he spluttered all over his words. “O-oh, you did? T-that’s… That’s too bad. I’m sorry to hear that.”
The laugh came out of you before you could stop it. “No you’re not,” You told him, giving him a knowing smile. He returned it with a big grin.
“I’m not…” He admitted. “But I do just want you to be happy.”
There was a pause that lingered between the two of you. The hope began to bubble in your stomach, rising up and squeezing your heart. You wanted to be happy, too, but you wanted to be happy with Kiba. You loved him too, as much as you tried to hide it. And now, you thought that maybe, just maybe, he was ready to be the person you always knew he could be.
He opened his mouth to speak again, but you grabbed his shirt, pulling him down into a kiss. He made a noise of surprise before finally relaxing into it, kissing you back softly. His hand went to the small of your back, pulling you closer.
Then suddenly, he was pulling back, staring down at you with a conflicted expression. “Wait, are you sure?” He asked you. “I don’t want to rush anything, ya know, or mess things up…”
A small smile played on your lips. He really was changing. “I want to be with you, Kiba. That is… If you still want to be with me?”
Kiba grinned. “So you’re giving me a second chance?”
In response, you kissed him again, this time more earnestly than the last. You melted into him easily, everything about him familiar. One of Kiba’s hands was cupping your cheek as his tongue slid across your bottom lip.
Without breaking the kiss, you began to back him up, wanting to go to his room. “Wait,” Kiba was mumbling against your lips, causing you to just hum in response. “We don’t have to do anything,” He tried again.
The two of you were in his room by now. You finally pulled away, breathing heavy. “I want to,” You told him, staring up at him with wide, lusting eyes.
Kiba paused, wanting to be sure you were sure. Then he smiled, pulling you into him again. You made a move to pull off your shirt, but he stopped you. “I got this, baby.” He murmured against your neck, laying you down on his bed.
Kiba continued to lay soft, open mouth kisses as he hovered over you, his hands running down your sides before moving back up, slipping up under your shirt. You shivered feeling the cold of his hands as he began to nip and suck at your skin.
He broke the kiss to pull at the hem of your shirt, peeling it slowly from your body. With it tossed aside, he reattached his lips to your neck, kissing agonizingly slow down to your collarbone. “Kiba,” You whined, your hands going to fumble with the buttons on his pants.
“Not uh, baby girl…” Kiba smirked, taking your hands and pinning them above your head with one of his. “‘Mma take care of you.” The way he breathed the words against your skin made you tremble.
With his free hand, he reached under you to unhook your bra. He released his hold on your hands to pull the fabric from your body before pinning you down again. Kiba kissed lower until he got to your breasts.
His tongue traced over your nipple lightly, making your back arch. You could feel his prideful smile against your skin. His free hand began to massage your breast as he took the entire nipple in his mouth, sucking as he let his tongue flick over the nipple again and again before switching to the other one.
Your mouth was hanging open as you shook with anticipation, your pussy already wet and throbbing. Kiba released your breast before settling between your legs, grinding against your heat as he kissed you fiercely.
His tongue moved against yours as you felt him hard and dragging against you. There wasn’t enough friction, too much fabric between the two of you. You needed it gone.
“Kiba, please,” You whined against his mouth. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down your body, moving down your stomach to your hips. You tried to arch into his touch, but he had your hips pinned.
Unbuttoning your pants, he drug them slowly down your legs, pulling them off and discarding them to the side. His lips skipped past your aching arousal to your inner thighs. He was more rough this time, nipping and sucking harsh bruises into the sensitive skin.
Finally, after an agonizing time of him teasing and kissing anywhere but your covered cunt, he sipped his fingers under the band of your panties, pulling them down to expose your sex.
“You want me, darling?” Kiba askes, kissing at your thighs one last time. You nodded furiously.
“Please!” You begged. Kiba didn’t waste time after that, pressing two fingers into your dripping cunt, causing you to cry out. He began to pump them steadily as you writhed and moaned underneath him.
His tongue lapped around his fingers before licking your clit with harsh, quick motions. His fingers curled inside of you in time with his licks, leaving you breathless and shaking.
“Kiba, Kiba, Kiba….” You chanted his name like a prayers, begging and pleading for him.
“Nuh uh. Not until you cum around my fingers…” Kiba taunted, increasing his motions. He lapped at your clint incessantly, his fingers pressing deeper and deeper. The pleasure in you continued to build until you were clenching and cumming around him, screaming his name.
“You’re so greedy, sweetheart. Your cunts sucking my fingers back inside you.” He laughed softly as he continued his actions, taking his time with you. It was all overwhelming in the best way.
You were almost limp by the time he was pressing inside of you, sliding slow and easy into your dripping pussy. Fully sheathed, he leaned over you, kissing you gently as he rocked himself into you. It was different than his normal, rough pace that he usually set, but it had your head reeling all the same.
When he had one of your legs over his shoulder, his cock touching parts of you even deeper than your fingers could touch, he pressed kisses into your calves.
“Fuck, you feel so good baby. I love the way you clench around me, pulling me inside you. You don’t want to let my cock go, do you sweetheart? You like being fucked like this, don’t you? Slowly, having to wait for me to give it to you even when you want me to pound you into the bed.”
It was agonizing, the pace he set. It had you coming undone in ways you never had before. Rather than the constant, almost painful overstimulating orgasms you were used to with Kiba, there was only this one, building up steadily and so intense it had you seeing stars. Your vision went white as the coil in your stomach finally unraveled, and you were cuming, cuming so hard you almost arched off Kiba’s cock with a sob.
“There’s my girl,” Kiba mumbled into your neck as your felt his hips start to smack into yours more erratically until he was spilling inside of you, calling your name as his hips continued to jolt into yours as he chased his high. “Fuck,” he breathed, kissing gently down your shoulder.
You were still speechless, the world spinning around you. All you could do was smile up at him, fucked out of your mind.
“I love you,” Kiba chuckled, pressing a kiss into your lips. “Now, what were you saying about me not knowing how to make a girl feel really good?”
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Mistress Of Evil
This is a My hero academia Oc story but it can also be read as an X Reader
All credits for the plot, storyline and characters go to Kohei Horikoshi, except the parts of the story that are my own and my own original character.
WARNINGS: May include adult themes, adult activity, hard language, intense or persistent violence, sexually-oriented nudity, drug abuse or other elements
Description:
"This is where my fun begins"
That's all she said that she took one step forward and off the tallest building in the area.
Only to land perfectly on her feet at the bottom, without okay in the world.
No one will be able to stop what's coming"
Those were the final words of the night as she slipped away into the alleyways, as the sun began to rise signaling the start of a new day in the first day that she'd finally be her true self!
Prologue
"You have to focus Rairaku, you have one of the most powerful quirks anyone has ever seen. You need to learn how to control and harvest the full and complete power of your quirk, then no villain will ever be able to get away from you. Once you're a hero, you will quickly rise in the ranks as a pro. Your quirk will make you a great hero someday, you will be respected by your colleagues and feared by every villain, you'll be able to open an agency to teach and guide others, just like I have with you… None of that will happen though if you don't focus on your training right now!"
"Yeah whatever, you really did a number on me, what would I have done without you to turn into a freak show. Do you think people are intimidated by other people's quirks? How insecure do you have to be in your own power to believe someone is better than you just because they have a better, stronger, flashier quirk than someone else? That's not how this shit works. No one gives a fuck if you have a strong quirk, they judge you before they know you… All this society cares about is if you have a quirk or not, if you do, well you have a chance to be a hero or a villain… Quirkless people are cast aside and left forgotten… You should take yourself as an example here, you had an amazing fire quirk, a villain came along, you lost a battle and lost your quirk, how quickly did the hero commission cast you aside as less than worthless? No one even remembers you as a hero, you only still have a hero license because you know a few tricks here and there that come in handy from time to time… The reality is that they don't care, no one does… You have this crazy idea that if you push me and push my quirk to its limits until my body collapses my quirk will be this superweapon you can offer to the commission on a silver platter, so much that at this point, I don't even know what my quirk can't do… nothing surprises me anymore!"
"That's the beauty of it, there's nothing it can't do. You have no limitations, except the ones you place on your own body essentially making it weak! You keep that strong quirk of yours trapped inside that weak and feeble body of yours, but fear, not I will fix that. You'll be training five more hours a day starting now, so back to training young lady!"
It's no use… My body can't take anymore, it needs a break, but this bitch is never going to give me one… This person should have never been a mother, thank god I'm adopted! I'm so fed up with this training. I don't remember a time I was not training my stupid quirk. I don't even want to be a hero and be just another puppet for the hero commission to control, I want to be free…
This whole shit show will soon end, if it's the last thing I do I'll make it end! I have exactly one month to come up with a plan, a month before I start attending U.A high school, the best hero school in the whole country. I got in through recommendations thanks to my dear old mother.
Making the executive decision to sneak out and try to find some way or idea to execute any sort of plan, but also have fun doing stuff that I probably shouldn't be doing, but who cares? I certainly don't.
Sneaking out has become very easy, living in a fancy neighbourhood isn't all that, live here long enough though and you learn to move in the shadows, allowing myself to become one with the darkness of the night and all that just so nosy neighbours don't see me and start commenting on my "behaviour"...
It's not the first time I've snuck out, certainly won't be the last, but this is the first time that I've gone into the city. Yokohama is truly a beautiful city, especially at night. I love to watch the nightlife, it's the time when villains shine the most, but at the same time, I cannot live among pigs that think they can drunkenly take advantage of an innocent woman just walking home.
Luckily I haven't encountered anything like that tonight, instead, I'm casually relaxing on a rooftop in the middle of the city, looking down at the world like God looking down at his subjects.
"What's someone so young doing up here?" an intimidating voice calls behind me. I already knew someone was approaching me minutes ago…
"Well, if I'm being honest I would say I'm thinking about the murder of a certain ex-pro hero… But better to be here and as far away from them as possible or who knows what I'd do to that bitch… I'm so tired of her living in glory as the world pities her for losing her quirk, while behind closed doors she's an abusive piece of shit!"
"Then jump. It will end all your tiredness, once and for all"
"As much as I'd love to, especially from up here, with this view, I can't, as soon as I start falling my quirk will just levitate back up here. Also even if I could, I'd just be proving her right, proving to her that I'm just as weak and pathetic as she thinks I am, so much that I took the cowards way out. No thank you. I'd suffer a while longer and have the satisfaction of watching her take her last breath. I will not die, not until I shove all her fake heroic ideologies down her stupid throat."
"Hmph… Perhaps then you shouldn't jump… I can however help you deal with her. This world must be cleansed of fake hero pretences and false ideologies. Back to the time where people knew the true meaning of what being a hero truly is!"
"So what? You'll kill her? If so then just go ahead and do it! No one will care about her death. To her, I am just another job the hero commission gave her, one she wasn't even qualified to do. If you do it, don't do it for me and my sad sob story. Do it because you truly believe in cleansing hypocritic heroes from this world. If that is indeed what your goal is I will give you all the information you need on her and all the other corrupt heroes in this society."
"What's your name kid?"
"Rairaku Ishii, you can call me Rai though. And I'd rather for you to not say your name out loud, you never know who could be listening, but I know exactly who you are, I'm telepathic, and it's a pleasure to meet you, I must say I'm a fan!"
"Good. Now about that information, you said you'd give me…"
"First ex-pro hero Pyro, she used to be very popular as Endeavour's sidekick, but now she's lost her quirk. She's basically useless, but people still praise her for some reason. Make it slow, she deserves a slow painful death, "heroes" should never abuse their power or others!"
"Are you sure? There's no turning back after this"
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life. She has to be punished for what she has done. Starting today, I'll be the person I want to be."
"And who might that be?"
"Don't know yet! I could be your accomplice, after all, it seems we'll be seeing a lot more of each other."
"Fine, just know it might take a while, I have pressing matters I need taking care of first"
"The longer you take will just make me kill her myself"
End of the day it really should be me. I should be the one to kill her, I should be the one to do it. After everything, she's put me through? After everything, she's done to me? Killing her… Would that make me a villain? What better than that, a villain goes against every hero ideal she's ever tried to engrave into my brain…
Yes, that's it. I'll be the worst type of villain this world has ever seen.
This is where my fun begins!
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What were you like as a teenager? Did you write/read a lot? And if so, how did you improve?
I was a socially awkward nerd with no online nerd universe to hide in. I read SO much.
(I also alphabetized my books. No one seemed to think this was strange.)
I read at home. I read at school. I read when I was supposed to be doing other things. I also wrote a lot (mostly very bad poetry but also dystopian romance so… go me for knowing what I like from an early age, I guess) (also elfquest fic) (this is all lost)
I went to several young writer’s conferences where they would pack us in someplace for 2-3 days of writing workshops and teenage things. I Took it into my head after one of these that my school needed a literary magazine and I asked my 10th grade English teacher to be the faculty advisor, which she was ok with, But the head of the English department decided that if a literary magazine was going to exist then she was going to be the faculty advisor and, in a move that sums up my personality better than any other anecdote I could tell you, I decided to publish an underground literary magazine instead.
In college I had originally intended to explore a creative writing major, but my school’s writing program wasn’t very good, and I lost interest. In fact, I lost interest so much I didn’t do any creative writing for about 20 years after taking two college writing classes. Way to go, Bard.
If you want to get better at writing fiction, my advice is:
1. Write a lot. Writing is a cognitively complex task and you get better at it by doing it.
2. Read ‘save the cat write a novel’ and teach yourself about story structure. (I’m currently enjoying a podcast where three nerds argue what beats of popular science fiction novels hit Joseph Campbell’s the heroes journey beats. There are lots and lots of ways to structure a novel, and it’s something that you can spend a lot of time doing some deep dives into, but save the cat write a novel is a really good and accessible entry point)
3. Read ‘story genius.’ I don’t like this one as much, but I do think that she does a really good job of explaining how characters make dumb choices because of their psychological hangups. Coming from a fic place, I found a lot of it really obvious. Oh, characters do stupid things because they have a history of trauma? No kidding. But that’s what we do in a lot of fic writing and I know not everyone comes from that perspective.
4. Understand that you are going to have to completely revise your novels. Probably multiple times.. Each time will help you get closer to the idea of the story that you have in your head, but you will never get anything on paper as perfect as the platonic ideal of the book in your own brain. Just accept that.
5. A good beta reader and critique partner is worth their weight in gemstones, but a bad one can really fuck you up. You still need to try and find readers to give you feedback, and accept that it’s going to sting because no one likes to be told that they’ve done something imperfectly, so don’t dismiss someone as a terrible critique partner just because the thing that I say to you hurts, but do be prepared for the possibility that someone can be a lovely person but they just aren’t a good fit for you or your writing.
Tl;dr - I was a poorly socialized pain in the ass, who was stubborn as hell. I read all the time. I wrote a ton. To get better at writing, write a lot, learn about story structure, and find a good critique partner.
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Chapter Eight: What's a period?
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Summary:
Trouble is brewing back at the order as Marinette learns some awkward information in Gotham.
Notes:
Back from hiatus!
Welcome back friends, with a revised outline I can finally confirm the story to be sixteen chapters! This story has grown a lot from the original Maribat march outline that started it all. Thanks for joining me as we continue this journey.
Updates will be back to the regularly scheduled Tuesdays.
This can also be found on AO3 @another_cancer and Wattpad @another_cAnCeR
Enjoy!
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Stealing was almost second nature to Marinette. After leaving the order, burglary became her way to survive. With her skill set, it was easy. After all, all, once you kill people to survive there isn’t much that is considered challenging within the realm of crime. It was an outlet for the violent side she developed with the order. One that didn’t cause any real harm. She stole from the rich. They weren’t missing any of it anyway, and half the time that didn’t even notice.
She typically pawned the items off to the strangest people and never to the same one. While she may be dead as Ladybug, Marinette has contacts all over the world. Under false names of course. She was extremely paranoid. The girl could rival Batman in paranoia.
On one particular heist, she had a run-in with another thief. However, she wasn’t quite concerned about her surprise partner when Catwoman was standing in front of her.
“Hello,” Catwoman said with curiosity.
Marinette just stared.
“Quiet, huh, well either way that bag looks pretty full, hope you won’t mind if I take from this place too.”
Catwomen took jewels, that was a lot more noticeable than the stuff Marinette took. It would leave a trail. A trail Marinette didn’t need to be connected to her.
“Please don’t take anything noticeable,” Marinette mumbled.
“What was that kitten?”
She repeated slightly louder, “Please don’t take anything noticeable.”
“But what would be the point of stealing unless to piss off the rich people who live here?” Catwoman asked with a grin, “Unless you’re taking for your own personal gain.”
Mental note: Catwoman didn’t like people stealing for their own gain. Marinette wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
“I have kids relying on me, I can’t let this shit trace back to me,” Marinette carefully explained.
Catwoman examined Marinette. Truly taking the girl in by slowly scanning her body. She noticed the slightly raggy clothing she wore. Marinette didn’t wear a mask which made her look like a bit of an amateur to Catwoman. However, when the woman arrived at the house earlier no alarms had been triggered suggesting the girl did a good job sneaking into the house. It was risky, the girl clearly wasn’t new to this.
“You live on the streets,” Catwoman said.
It wasn’t a question, just a simple statement.
She continued, “You’ve stolen before. And you aren’t native to Gotham.”
All statements.
“Correct,” Marinette simply offered in return.
“Fine, let's get out of here and you can explain more to me,” Catwoman said as she headed the way she entered.
Marinette followed. She wasn’t quite sure why, but it felt like the right thing to do. On the other hand, Marinette was confused by the fact the notorious thief ended up taking nothing, had the woman really been so easily convinced by her.
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B a c k i n T i b e t
“Masters,” a teenager greeted as they were welcomed into the elders' chamber.
“[REDACTED] you have been called upon by the gods, we hope you will accept the honor and visit them. They will give you a mission that you shall complete.”
Once again the unspoken words being: if you don’t do it you die.
“Thank you, I will visit them immediately.”
No one was ever called upon by the gods. At least no one is normal. In [REDACTED]’s lifetime, they could only remember one person who ever got the chance to meet them. Ladybug. And now Ladybug is dead. [REDACTED] assumed they were becoming the new golden child. Oh, how wrong could they ever be.
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B a c k to G o t h a m
They were in a warehouse, mostly abandoned. It would be a good place to kill someone. But Catwoman wasn’t going to kill her and Marinette gave up that lifestyle a long time ago. In conclusion, no one was going to be killed, but Marinette’s paranoid brain kept reminding her this would be a good place to kill someone.
“How long have you been stealing?” Catwoman asked seemingly out of nowhere.
Against her better judgment, Marinette replied, “When I was nine.”
“You’re a runaway.”
“Technically an orphan, but runaway also works.”
“You're not even from around here, god the whole system is broken if kids not from Gotham are running away to Gotham,” Catwoman muttered.
“I’m not a kid,” Marinette corrected.
“You look ten, you’re a kid, who is looking after other kids, god that makes it so much worse.”
“I’m sixteen,” Marinette lied, she wasn’t going to give the woman her actual age.
“I wasn’t born yesterday, you’ve barely hit puberty, kid have you even gotten your period yet?”
“My what?”
Shit. She did not mean to ask that out loud.
Catwoman didn’t expect that. Fuck how was she supposed to explain puberty and periods to this girl?
She decided bluntly, “It’s when you bleed from your vagina.”
“That’s natural? I thought-”
It had never been explained to Marinette in the past. She thought something was wrong with her, but then it stopped. It had only happened twice so far, and the bleeding was always fairly light.
“Kid I think it’s time you had a talk.”
Catwoman gave a basic rundown on periods and puberty, she even pulled out some pads and tampons she had stored in the warehouse. By the end, Marinette had a bag filled with period products and a new talk to give some of the street kids.
“I never caught your name,” Catwoman said.
What the hell she had already told the vigilantes mine as well tell the rogues too. It’s not like they would be able to find anything on someone who doesn’t exist.
“Marinette.”
“You’re a good thief Marinette,” she complimented.
“Thank you.”
“I’ve been considering taking in an apprentice lately, you know, try and imitate the bat a bit. And you're the girl who keeps picking fights with Scarecrow right?”
How the hell did she know that. Never mind, it didn’t matter, Marinette had to turn down the offer anyway. She worked alone and wasn’t interested in being a sidekick.
“I won’t be your sidekick, I have things of my own to worry about.”
“Aw too bad, I was really hoping you’d say yes, show that Bat he’s not the only one who can have a bunch of kids following him around, but I get it you gotta keep yourself safe and those kids you said you look after. Good luck!”
And with that, she was sent on her way. What a strange day.
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B a c k i n T i b e t a g a i n
“Tikki, are you sure about this?” Trixx asked.
“I am sure,” they replied, hushing the other god, “Lila Rossi please approach.”
The teenager kneeled.
“Lila Rossi, you have been called in front of the god due to your mastering of illusions. My chosen Ladybug has managed to gain balance in her soul. Ladybug now holds destruction that rivals creation. You will retrieve her from Gotham City and return with her alive. Do what it takes as long as she lives.”
Lila was stunned.
“But Ladybug is dead.”
“You humans are fools, she never died, I allowed her to roam without informing anyone to see if any of you incompetent fools would notice. However, she has gotten too powerful recently,” Tikki explained.
“I understand,” she stuttered.
Trixx moved to the front of the room, “From this day on you will leave behind the name Lila, and you will become Volpina.”
There was a bright light and then darkness. Volpina was outside the chamber.
“Lila,” an elder started.
“Volpina.”
There was an understanding, the elders bowed down to her, and Volpina’s mission started.
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“I really don’t like this sugar cube.”
“I don’t remember asking for your opinion on my chosen, Plagg,” Tikki sniped back.
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Notes:
Next week: Marinette has a couple of stalkers and a backstory that goes further back than she remembers.
#living among the regular people of the world trying to blend in#damienette#ml#maribat#enemies to lovers#ml x dc#dc x mlb
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