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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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can I request jealous Wednesday x fem reader? Wednesday gets jealous of Xavier and the reader so she's more passive aggressive than usual and has the urge to pull pranks on Xavier. But when Wednesday sees reader and Xavier painting the reader chases after her

Summary: Wednesday is reluctant to accept that she’s jealous of your friendship with Xavier until it all comes ahead.

A/n: Also due to the fact of how fucking long I made this fic, I had to relegate pranks (plural) to a singular prank. I rambled a little bit ngl.

Wednesday hated the gut feeling she’d get whenever she saw you and Xavier within extreme close proximity of one another; As though you were trying to fuse into one being with how pressed against one another you were. It felt like she had a stone stuck in her stomach that refused to dissolve and was starting to cause external as well as internal issues the longer it went unresolved. Normally Wednesday viewed herself above expressing emotions should they not provide beneficial results to her in the long run for the remainder of her stay at Nevermore, or everyday life in general.

However it seemed to Wednesday that you were the peculiar exception to this golden rule she had lived by since the passing of her pet scorpion. She felt fluttery in her chest whenever you laughed, her clothed skin burned with the remnants of your accidental touches and she felt most anticipating when she made plans with you after classes. You’ve managed to brought fourth emotions Wednesday long thought she had killed in order of bettering herself whether you were aware of your effect or not.

She hated it, she hated not being in control of her emotions and by that logic, Wednesday should hate you for being the reason for her lack of self control but she didn’t. Instead she directed all her hatred towards Xavier to the point that castration was a considered punishment but knowing how Nevermore operates; Wednesday knew that short of thing would’ve be allowed to fly without repercussions. ‘A pity really,’ she thought to herself as she maintained eye contact with the back of Xavier’s head as he playfully nudged you with his shoulder, ‘a shame even.’

Enid wished she could see the inner workings of Wednesday’s head but with how brutally she was stabbing the lunch table with her blunt knife, she quickly changed her mind in fear of that knife being directed at her next. “Wednesday, remember what we talked about when we get urge to stab something.” Enid spoke hesitantly as she tried to safely remove the knife away from Wednesday’s hand. When it was brought down harder then the previous times, blade lodged deeply within the table that once Wednesday lets go of the handle, the knife however remained standing straight up. Her eyes never departing from you nor Xavier as they blazed with silent fury. “Keep stabbing until it stops moving.” She replied blankly before standing up.

“Hey! Wednesday! Where are you going-“ Enid tried calling out to her friend when her words got caught up in her throat when her eyes followed the direction she was heading; You and Xavier. “Oh no.” Enid whispered as she rushed after Wednesday in hope of preventing someone’s (read: Xavier’s) death. “I do not want to be caught in the midst of a murder today, I just got these clothes recently and blood would not go well with them.” She rambled under her breath as nervousness got the better of her when she finally managed to catch up with Wednesday who was looking straight at you.

“Y/n.”

“Oh shit.” you almost jumped out of your chair at the sudden voice beside you had Xavier not caught you by the shoulders to stabilise you. Giving the boy your thanks you looked to your side of the table to see Wednesday and Enid standing there. “Hey Wednesday! Hey Enid, what’s up? Me and Xavier here were just-“ “I need you to come over to my-“ “our” Enid interrupted, flashing a smile when Wednesday looked at her with almost murderous intent before bringing her attention back to you. “Our dorm,” she shot enid a glare, “to look over some studies that were assigned to us last period.”

“We did?” You questioned as you, Xavier and Enid share a look of confusion as all four of you had last period together and to your recollection, there was no tasked assignment. So either you had shit memory or something else was at hand here that you were oblivious towards. Xavier shrugged his shoulders, “beats me and I tend to pay attention in my classes.” You shoved him by the shoulder as you laughed, “you fucking liar, no you don’t you always end up copying my notes or worse!” Xavier chuckled, extending his hand to pat your sympathetically on the shoulder.

“I make it up to you don’t I?” He asked innocently, making you scoff as you swat away his hand. before bringing his attention to Wednesday who by now has her jaw so tightly clenched behind a deadpan face that she swore she felt some teeth crack under the pressure she was putting them under. “Are you sure we got an assessment Wednesday? Me and y/n here have made plans to go beyond and explore the realms of possibilities of which through art later tonight.” Xavier iterated the last part in a tone he knew would get to you, in the end you couldn’t help but snort as you smacked his shoulder. “Stop talking like that, I’ll think I’ll piss myself.” You croaked through your laughter as you leant against Xavier for support.

“Too much information y/n,” Xavier grimaced but he sucked at keeping it up as his lips cracked into a bigger smile, “just too much information.” Whilst you both were distracted with your laughter, Enid could see that Wednesday was gesturing for something lurking under your table with her head and when she went to angled herself better to see what it was and to her surprise; Thing could be seen unlacing Xavier’s shoelaces before tying them back together again in a fashion that would have him take a personal greeting with the floor before scampering off back to where he came.

Now Enid never pegged Wednesday as the prankster type, considering the fact that she had told her time and time again that she was above such childish shenanigans. Yet here she was, having Thing pull pranks on her behalf all because she was jealous. “You’re right,” Wednesday uncharacteristically admitted, “must’ve got my dates incorrect, how foolish of me.” She then shrugs but before she leaves your table; Wednesday looked back over her shoulder, “Xavier.” She said. “Yeah?” He replied, albeit confused. “Watch your step.” Was all she said before walking away, leaving Enid to hastily bid you both goodbye as she rushed to catching up to her before mouthing something neither of you could decipher.

“What did she meant by that?” Xavier asked as he looked at you, watching the back of Wednesday’s head as she faded from view. “No idea but hearing that come from her? It’s probably not a good thing.” You admitted, sensing that something was off with Wednesday but you knew better then to openly confront a hostile animal. She wouldn’t budge an inch. So you decided that it would be best to let her work through whatever it was that she was going through in her own time. “Well that’s real reassuring.” Xavier said glumly before slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“We better get going before we’re late to herbology class.” He adds as he goes to stand up but as he attempts to move out from his seat; Xavier notices a little too late that his shoes were mysteriously tied together, causing him to trip over himself and fall flat on the floor with a yelp. “Oh my god, Xavier are you alright!” You exclaimed as you scrambled to help him up off of the floor, dusting him down of any dirt that might’ve lingered. “I understood what she meant by that now.” Xavier grimaced in pain. You both ended up being late for class by a couple of minutes due to Xavier stopping to unlace his shoes and tying them back up properly before practically sprinting across Nevermore towards your next lesson.

The next time Wednesday walked in on you and Xavier bonding, it wasn’t until nightfall that she came across the sound of laughter filling the air, growing louder and louder the closer she got to the abandoned shed Xavier had tricked out into an art studio. Her blood still boiled with how at ease Xavier seemed whenever he got physical with you and how you never seem to bask in his affection. She despised her Achilles heel which was you and the illogical thoughts you brought up within her head, causing her to loose rational train of thought and sleep as she now wandered the school grounds late at night in hopes for sleep to greet her. However Wednesday found herself stood outside the shed where she could hear yours and Xavier’s conversation loud and clear.

“You messy pup! Your getting paint on everything except the canvas!” Xavier exclaimed though it was in good nature considering how quick he was to laugh. “We’ll maybe if I had more to go on then the bullshit excuse of ‘painting with my heart.’ Then I wouldn’t be such a messy pup then would I?” You replied, reduced to a laughing fit of your own. It was obvious to Wednesday that you were both having fun, so much fun in fact that she believed that she was the last thing on your mind. You rarely visited her and Enid in their dorm anymore, too busy having Xavier occupying your time. Seemingly possessed by the betrayal she was feeling in that moment, Wednesday forcefully opened the door in time to see Xavier stand a breaths width away from you, holding your face in his hands as his thumb rubs away at some remnants of paint.

His gaze seemed a little too intense for Wednesday’s liking as she took into account of the way he looked at you that same exact way she caught herself looking at you; as though you’ve painted the night sky of which you hung the stars from. Your eyes darted to hers as they widened at the realisation of how this looked to other people but before you could open your mouth to say anything. Wednesday had already slammed the door shut behind her as she left. Xavier knew there was something between you and Wednesday and he wanted to help you in expressing your feelings in a way that didn’t suffocate Wednesday. However it seemed that she might’ve misunderstood this as him making a move on you which couldn’t be further from the truth. “Go after her.” Xavier said, stepping away from you.

“She won’t believe me-“ “well then try to make her believe you.” Xavier stopped you before you could admit defeat. “You like this girl don’t you?” He asked, “of course I do Xavier, I like her very, very much.” You admitted, feeling the tears of frustration well up in the corner of your eyes. Xavier smiled softly as he cross the room to open the door, “Then go get her, tiger.” He urges as he gestured towards the silhouette of Wednesday that was slowly fading away from view the further and further away she got. You smiled at Xander, “thank you.” You said to him before bolting out of the art studio and after Wednesday as fast as your legs could carry you.

“You got this!” You heard Xavier exclaim from behind which only pushed you even further forward as you darted past trees, bushes, the archery range until you could vaguely make out Wednesday making her way to the front of the building that lead up to her dorm in Ophelia Hall. “Wednesday!” You called, uncaring of who you woke up in the process, the only thing that mattered to you was setting things straight. “Wednesday wait, I need to talk to you!” You saw Wednesday stop at the doors and you almost felt like collapsing when you finally caught up to her, leaving heavily on the door as you struggled to filling your lungs with the sufficient amount of oxygen.

“What do you want.” Wednesday snapped. She hadn’t meant to stop but something within her told her that she’d be better off hearing you out. “I’m going to cut the bullshit and get to the point,” you said through gasps, coughing briefly before taking a deep breath, “I like you Wednesday Addams. I like you a lot, I’ve been meaning to find ways of telling you how I feel that wouldn’t overwhelm you or make you uncomfortable. So I’ve taken to asking Xavier for advice because he’s and artist and shit as you know.” Wednesday felt a familiar fluttering in her chest as you continued to explain yourself when all she really cared enough to hear was that you liked her and only did what you did as to not force her out of her comfort zone for you.

So instead of letting you continue your long winded explanation, Wednesday merely grabbed ahold of your shirt, pulling you into her lips as she gave you a chaste kiss before shoving you away slightly. Your wide eyed expression had a smile creep up on Wednesday’s face as she quickly composed herself. “I like you too,” she headed you silently cheer to yourself, “however you can start repaying me for sacrificing our time together by joining me on the astrology tower tomorrow night.” Your eyes widened and your smile stretched across your face. “Like a date, a date date?” Wednesday couldn’t help but scoff at your choice of words before replying, “yes, like a date date.”

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nhularin · 8 months

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ENOUGH FOR YOU

PAIRING popular bf! sunghoon x f!reader GENRE angst no comfort, childhood friends to lovers to exes, highschool AU WARNING wonyoung hating sunghoon XTRA not as angsty as my other drabbles but..., not proofread, probably some grammar mistakes WC 1.3k series masterlist

june 2nd, 2002

"stop moping around and eat your sandwich"

wonyoung snickered, mac and cheese muffling her voice as your head laid restlessly on the metal ( probably dirty and oily) cafeteria table.

"like seriously, its been five days since he last messaged you. i always knew he was a jerk, pretty privilege is real! hes nothing but a ken doll with the way his words are filled with nonsense"

"leave him alone" you groaned, head still down, you could practically feel the acne screaming from underneath your skin "hes a nice guy, probably just busy"

"busy my ass, dont you see the way he literally follows that loser group like an overgrown chihuahua? if he can make time to buy booze for a bunch of 17 year olds then he can for sure make time for his amazing, smart and pretty girlfriend" wonyoung rolled her eyes as she stuffed bland coleslaw in her mouth

you looked up, dark bags adoring your face, you had been in a relationship with sunghoon since your freshman year. as children, you both had been inseparable ever since you moved to salt lake city, your bond growing stronger with each passing year. but now, as juniors, things felt different. he had recently joined the popular crowd, the same crowd you both used to talk shit about in between classes, and friday nights had become synonymous with parties and new faces.

tried so hard to be everything that you liked

the change had been gradual at first, but you couldn't help but notice how sunghoon had become the center of attention, attracting the gazes of both girls and sweaty boys alike. his charismatic smile and magnetic personality drew people towards him like moths to a flame, leaving you feeling like a mere extra and shadow in his presence.

but it was the encounters with the prettier, more popular girls that cut you to the core. you couldn't help but compare yourself to them, questioning if you were really deserving for sunghoon. the doubts grew louder with each unanswered message, as sunghoon seemed to drift further away.

you only sighed

"lets get this over with. you, pretty girl, find your ogre looking piece of shit of a boyfriend and im gonna stay at the entrance" wonyoung ordered sternly, her voice growing darker as she described your boyfriend

unable to bear the weight of uncertainty any longer and seeing you drown in the growing pool of self pity, wonyoung suggested going to the party where sunghoon tweeted where he was going to be at. maybe seeing him in person would provide some clarity. and so, you found yourself at the heart of the celebration, searching for a glimpse of the person who held your heart.

the night was filled with laughter and music as you stood in the midst of the crowded party. but amidst the lively atmosphere, a heavy sense of unease settled in your heart. you couldn't help but feel like a walking shell of sadness with the absence and lack of your boyfriend's warmth, your messages left unanswered for days dont make your overthinking self feel better either. the persistent doubt gnawed like an aggressive parasite in your mind, making you question if you were truly enough for him.

you found someone more exciting the next second, you were gone

it didn't take long for your eyes to land on him. sunghoon stood near the punch bowl, a radiant smile on his face as he engaged in a conversation with the head cheerleader joonhee. your heart sank at the sight, your fears of being replaceable seemingly coming true, his laughter and the way he touched her arm with familiarity stung deeply in your soul.

"1,2,3 breathe, 1,2,3 breathe" you whispered shakingly to yourself with closed eyes, trying to calm the storm inside of you

overwhelmed by heartache, you couldn't stand to witness any more. and so, running through the backdoor and through drunk teenagers, your breath came in ragged gasps as tears welled up slowly, refusing to fall, just like your pride. you couldn't bear to be in that suffocating environment any longer. the cool night air embraced you as you reached your car, parked in lee heeseungs empty suburb's parking lot.

as you sat in the car, your emotions overflowed, tears still threatened to fall freely as your soul filled with rage and betrayal. it was in that moment, surrounded by darkness and engulfed by doubt, that your vulnerability took hold. the floodgates of your emotions burst open, and a stream of tears cascaded down your cheeks. each tear held your deepest fears and insecurities, each sob a cry for validation and reassurance.

and you left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong

"fucking shit" you sighed as incoming calls of wonyoung flooded your notifications. "should've listened to her, huh?" humorless laughter echoed in your crammy dark dimmed toyota. the silence was unbearable, fuelling the whispers in your head that you were not enough and you havent been good enough for him for a while. that you had lost sunghoon to someone who was prettier, much more interesting than you. but deep down, a glimmer of strength began to flicker within you

"why wasn't I enough?" you whispered, the words escaping your lips like a desperate plea. in the depths of your pathetic despair, you couldn't comprehend how you had fallen short, how you had failed to capture sunghoons attention and affection.

the car's small interior offered a temporary solace, shielding you from the actions of the world outside. the emptiness of the parking lot mirrored the emptiness you felt within, making the pain that coursed through your veins grow stronger. you gripped the steering wheel, your knuckles turning white as you tried to steady your trembling body (and if you were your friend, how you were going to run over your boyfriend)

but as the minutes ticked by, you began to actually listen to the daily "you're enough, you're enough. you deserve all the love and happiness in the world, from someone much better" mantra of your friend, realizing that your worth did not hinge on Sunghoon's approval.

you were more than just a measure of your relationship. you were a person with dreams, aspirations, and a heart that deserved to be cherished, regardless of whether it was by sunghoon or someone else.

with each tear that fell, a flicker of resilience ignited within you. screw him, you refused to let your doubts created by him define you. you refused to believe that you were not enough. slowly, you wiped away the tears, your reflection in the rearview mirror revealing tired and empty eyes

Taking a deep breath, you whispered to yourself, "I am enough, i am enough, i am enough. I am deserving of love and happiness." the words hung in the air, the words a combat fighting the doubts that had plagued your mind.

Don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?

"and i deserve if from someone who values me" your voice cracked, dried tears threatening to fall again

as you started the car, the engine's purr resonated with newfound determination. you drove away from the empty parking lot, leaving behind the doubts and heartache that had consumed you. and as you navigated the darkened streets, a flicker of hope emerged, lighting your path towards self-discovery (having a midlife crisis at the ripe age of seventeen is normal, right?) and a love that would celebrate your true worth.

'Cause someday I'll be everything to somebody else

incoming messages!

wony (12 new messages, 3 unanswered calls)

hoonie <333 (3 new messages) OPEN

hoonie <333: i saw you at heeseungs

hoonie <333: its not what it looked like, yn

hoonie <333: you know i only love you

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xcherryerim · 1 month

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Chocolate Kisses

"Who can love you like I love you? This warm and yet distant sweet dream" - Underwater by Red Velvet

Mike Schmidt x gn!reader | word count: 2.3k

- SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | 18+ ONLY! -

Warning: oral sex (to reader, no genital specified), penetration, unprotected sex (wear condoms yall pls) , A lot of teasing, facial, porn with plot (also a bit of fluff)

Disclaimer: This is my first time writing penetration in a gender neutral aspect. If there is any mistakes let me know so I can go back and change it. Thank you!

Summary: After another failed date that makes you feel like you will never find love, you go to your best friend's place (Mike), searching for comfort, but he ends up showing you the love you’ve been craving (and also something big and thick).

You gripped the steering wheel until your knuckles turned white, tears welling up in your eyes, struggling to keep yourself at bay as you drove through the dark streets. You couldn’t bear the thought of being alone right now and drowning in self-pity. You needed to be with someone who could understand, and that person was Mike.

Once you arrived, you wiped away the tears as if trying to hide your sadness and sorrow. You cried in front of Mike many times, even over small things like watching a sad movie. But he couldn’t handle seeing you cry because of heartbreak. You took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. The quiet street made you even more nervous as you waited for Mike to answer. After a few moments, the door swung open, and the sight of him struck you in all his glory. His hair dripped with water from a recent shower, and the scent of minty shampoo wafted all over the air. The dreamy sight of him mesmerized you.

“Hey… Aren’t you supposed to be on another date today?” His raspy voice brought you back to your depressive reality. Mike’s head tilted as you tried hiding your puffy eyes behind your hair. You were praying he wouldn’t notice your pain, but your heart sank again when you saw the look of pity that flashed across his face.

“How do you think it went?”

He stepped aside, allowing you to enter his home, and closed the door behind you. “You know I’m always here to listen,” he says, leading you to the living room. “Why don’t you sit, and we can talk about it over hot chocolate?”

He disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with two steaming mugs of the comforting drink. As you accepted the mug, he sat down next to you, his arm resting on your knee, as he gave you a reassuring smile.

“Just take your time and tell me what happened.”

You sipped the hot chocolate, the warmth from the drink and Mike’s pats on your knee spreading over you. “It was just like the others, Mike,” you began, tears welling up in your eyes again.

Mike sighs, staring off into space before he speaks. “I hate when you—“ he starts before his tone softens at the sight of your sad eyes. He searches for the right words as they catch in his throat.

“I don’t get why you keep trying,” he says, his voice quivering with concern and exasperation. “That’s all.”

Your eyes were already welling up with tears, but his words hit deep, and you could barely speak. “Mike—“ you choked out.

“No!” He shouted, clenching his fists and tightening his jaw. “I hate seeing you suffer over the same thing!” Mike’s anger flared, but his emotions weren’t directed at you. Instead, fear and frustration fueled him because of your suffering.

Mike can’t stand to see his friend, the person he loves, hurt by failed relationships repeatedly. He’s frustrated and angry, but most of all, he’s tired of seeing you devastated when things go wrong. Mike wants to protect you, but can’t.

“I’m sorry,�� you utter, eyes filling with remorse and empathy as you look up at him. “You’re right. Maybe love isn’t for me.”

Mike’s heart broke into a million pieces as he heard those words. He couldn’t help but feel responsible like he had failed you somehow. As he sees you struggling to hold your tears, he whispers, gently cupping your face in the palms of his hands. “Don’t say that. You deserve love and you will find it when you least expect it.” You stare up at him, trying to believe him.

“I’m just so tired of the same thing happening, and I know you hate seeing me like this.” You try to hide your sorrow with a chuckle, but there is so much sadness behind the apology. “I feel so pathetic.”

Wanting nothing more than to relieve your agony, he reached out gently and wiped away the stray tear from your cheek. “You’re not pathetic, and you don’t have to go through this alone,” Mike voices with determination. “I’m here for you. Here for you, no matter what,” he murmurs, pulling away slightly. “And if you ever need a reminder of that,” Mike grins, “just look at me.”

“Mike— “you began, but he cut you off.

“I care about you more than I can express, and I want to be here for you,” he said. “I don’t want you to feel alone in this. And maybe, just maybe, I can be the person who makes you feel alive, happy, and loved.”

Mike pulled you close, his sturdy figure pressing against yours as his hands gripped your hips. The anticipation and tension of years of unspoken feelings and emotions make every touch more severe. As his lips crashed onto yours, you could hardly contain yourself with the rush of pleasure. The intensity of the kiss was almost too much to bear, but you found yourself wanting more when the two of you broke apart.

“Maybe it’s time to stop searching elsewhere and find what we both want,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s asking for permission.

You nodded, unable to form coherent words in response to his passionate kiss. “Yes,” you rasped out. “I want that too.”

Mike couldn’t help the sensual grin that spread across his face as he felt you nod. “Then let’s explore this together,” he whispered, leading you towards his bedroom. As you entered, he carefully undressed you, taking his time to appreciate every inch of your figure. His fingers traced the curves and lines, making you shiver with satisfaction, your moans growing shallow with each brush.

Mike knew exactly how to drive you wild, teasing and pushing all your buttons until you couldn’t help but beg for more. Each caress became increasingly bolder and more assertive, leaving no part of you untouched. His fingers traced the delicate lines from your neck, down to your chest, across your stomach, and finally stopping at your pelvis. “You’re perfect,” he mumbled, his eyes drinking into every inch of you like a thirsty man finding an oasis

He stepped back, taking a moment to admire his handiwork. His gaze lingered on your curves, tracing the lines of his fingertips along your skin as if he were trying to commit them to memory. With a sudden, decisive movement, he pushed you down onto the bed, his weight pinning you in place. The suddenness of it sent a thrill of desire coursing all over you.

His lips traced a path from your collarbone to your breastbone, his teeth gently grazing your smooth skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You arched in response, crying softly as he continued his journey lower. His tongue danced over you, exploring every inch of your sensitive flesh, making the ache between your legs grow more insistent, demanding to be satiated.

As the tension built between you, Mike increased the pressure on you, eliciting grunts and pleasured gasps from you. You trembled under his skilled ministrations, and you found yourself lost in the sensual bliss he was creating. Your gasps, heavy and uneven, filled the room as you surrendered to the moment.

“Mike, please just fuck me already,” you implored, your fingers gripping his hair hard, a sign of the intensity of your desire. Mike whimpered softly, his eyes widening as he lifted his head to look at you.

“I know I am taking a long time, but I’ve been wanting this for years,” he whispered, his tone barely audible over your ragged breathing. You could feel the sincerity in his words, the depth of his desire for you. He released his grip on your thighs, his hands now tracing gentle, sensual patterns on you.

“Please, just let me take my time with you,” he pleaded, his eyes never leaving yours. “I want to make this as amazing for you as it is for me.” His words sent a shudder through you, and you nodded, unable to speak, your body asking for him to continue. Mike positioned your frame carefully, supporting your back with his chest and lifting your knees onto the soft mattress. He traced the head of his cock along your slick entrance, taunting and pleasuring you as he edged closer to penetration. His roughened fingertips grazed against your sensitive skin once again, each caress making a delicate dance of anticipation and desire.

As he finally pressed the tip of his erection into your opening, you arched your back instinctively. “Fuck,” you growl under your breath as the pain gave way to fulfillment.

Mike leaned closer, purring into your ear. “You can take it,” he assured you, his cozy voice sending a wave of excitement down your spine. His roughened fingertips traced patterns on you. After exploring your silhouette with delicate touches, Mike brought his hands to your chest, tracing circles around your nipples. His fingers playing around, exploring every inch of you, while his thumb was rubbing your swollen flesh in circular motions.

“If you keep making those sounds, I won’t be able to stop myself,” Mike declared. It seemed you were unaware of the delicate nature of his thrust, considering his massive presence and the way his skilled hands were sending pleasure down your entire being. You couldn’t resist the approaching climax, and yet, you yearned for even more of his touch.

“Harder, Mike, please.” You managed to say it in between whimpers.

His hips rocked forward, pushing his cock deeper into you. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before—hot, thick, and demanding. Your form tensed up, bracing itself for the inevitable pain that followed, but it never came. Instead, a wave of intense gratification washed over you, making your entire being convulse in ecstasy as your bodies melded together like two pieces of a broken puzzle, finally fitting together perfectly.

As you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, you cried out his name. The sensation of him being inside you was overwhelming, making you beg for more. But instead of stopping or slowing down, Mike continued at the same pace.

“Yes, scream my name,” Mike growled, his grip tightening on your hips as he pounded into you relentlessly. The sound of your moans reverberated off the walls of the empty area, filling it with an erotic symphony. His thrusts grew more harsh, matching your rapidly escalating arousal. With each powerful slam, he pushed you to the edge, the air around you thick with the scent of sweat and desire.

Despite your intense climax, Mike persisted, his hips rocking fervently, driving deeper and deeper inside you. Your body convulsed under the overstimulation, your nails digging into the thin fabric of the bed, leaving small indentations behind. Your voice quivered as you implored for release, your form shaking with each plea, but he silenced you with a firm, possessive kiss on your neck.

“Just a bit more, please,” he begged, the scent of his desire intoxicating. His frame glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing with each powerful thrust, creating a symphony of sensations that filled the air. Mike started to mumble incoherent words, his face contorted in ecstasy as he fought to maintain control. It was clear he was nearing his climax. Mike’s words were lost amidst the primal sounds of passion, but you could feel the urgency in his tone, the desperation to find release. His build shook under the intensity of the moment, the muscles in his arms and back tense with exertion.

You could see the struggle in his face, the battle between his body and mind as he pushed himself closer to the edge. Mike’s ragged groans filled the space, while sweat glistened on him. At that moment, you knew he was about to lose himself, his form shaking with the force of his need. You felt his presence twitch inside you, each pulse an indication of his approaching end.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. Even though your weakened figure struggled to obey he carefully lowered you to the floor, cradling you in his arms before setting you down. Your legs wobbled beneath you, but he held on to you tightly, his hands strong and reassuring.

His figure towered above yours, his arousal still erect and pulsing. He started to stroke himself in front of you, his whimpers soft but urgent as he cried out your name, lost in the haze of his desire. His release approached right after, covering your face and shape in a warm, sticky way. The sensation was overwhelming, a tangible reminder of the satisfaction he had given you.

Mike looked over at you, his eyes admiring the sight of your physique and glistening with his release. His own body trembled as he lowered himself to meet yours, still catching his breath. With a playful grin, he chuckled, “You know,” he utters, his tone low and sultry, “you look better like this.”

His fingers gently moved a piece of hair out of your face, framing it perfectly around your flushed cheeks. The look in his eyes was a mix of admiration and contentment as if he had found the perfect end to the night.

“Asshole,” you responded with a chuckle, returning his playful banter.

“I’m serious,” he insisted, his tone more serious. “I’ve known you for years, and you never looked better than right now.” A gentle kiss accompanied his confession on your forehead, his warm gasp brushing against your cheeks. Despite his teasing earlier, there was genuine admiration and affection in his voice. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling happiness wash over you.

“Let’s shower together,” Mike suggested, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m not responsible if we end up fucking in the shower, though,” he added playfully as he made his way toward the bathroom.

For the first time in years, you felt truly happy and loved, and it was all because of Mike. All those unspoken desires between each other were finally fulfilled. A sense of peace flooded over you, making you realize that this is where you belong—with Mike, who truly understood you on a deeper level.

Fin. Thank you so much for reading!

Should I write a pt.2 on the shower or what? >:)

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feelingdozy · 30 days

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White Knuckled - Yuuta Okkotsu

Summary: Before you know it, you, Yuuta, and all the other sorcerers present in the area are battling against Sukuna. When you wake up in a hospital bed, you're greeted with the harsh realities of the aftermath of battle.

wc: 3,1k

Warnings: spoilers (recent arc - "Shinjuku Showdown"), Heavy themes ahead -> Major character death, fighting, talk of wounds/gashes, blood etc, self-doubt, lots of crying/trembling, grief, descriptions of death, mention of drug, heartbreaking angst no happy ending

You were thinking about Yuuta again- the boy who always wakes up on time, early mornings greeting him with you clinging onto him. The only person he's focused on and in his line of sight as he pushes himself to rise from the bed, twisting his head in your direction. He's constantly distracted, solely by your sleeping form. He can never get enough of your beauty as he stares at you for a good while before carefully lifting himself off the shared mattress, trying not to disturb your rest. Fully getting out of bed, he walks over to your side before going to shower, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead before getting some towels.

You awake most days to find his side of the bed silent, today being no different. The spot beside you is empty, lacking the boy's comforting presence. He never wants to startle you, so he lets you wake up on your own accord, even if that means abandoning the plush of his bed and the soft blankets that surround the two of you and encapsulate the overflowing affection and love shared.

He was usually the big spoon, so he never had to worry about maneuvering out of your firm grip- one that longed for him to stay. Forever if the day had offered, but knowing that it'd never be true, it lacked the might to hold him back from removing it. He had learned how to sneak out quietly and carefully with time, and had become somewhat of a pro, but left you lonely- contemplating if you really had to wake up, when instead you could be faced with the prettiest boy you had ever seen by your side, planting soft kisses along your neck and jawline. Another hour in bed wouldn't hurt, right?

Now it was mandatory. The bright lights of the room stained your eyes, being able to see them even as your eyelids were screwed shut. Your body was planted to the unusual bed you'd been laying on for awhile now- unable to move even an inch from the pain that stretched all over your sore body. Chest lined with cuts, battered black and blue from what you had been through- you were afraid of tearing open wounds more, or causing unnecessary sparks of pain throughout. Relentless with such things as fighting, of course you had lined yourself up for such a demise. Also the fact that being someone prominent in the Jujutsu world was enough to get you a front-row spot to your death- Sukuna rivaling you this time around.

Being up there with Yuuta made it even harder to concentrate. Of course your hits on the enemy were steady, and slashes were taken with the utmost seriousness and all strength you harbored inside your being- yet somehow none was enough against the monster, and now you watched countless of your friends experience the same awaited fate of death at their doorstep.

It made you nervous. Anxious. Although you couldn't show it, you shook with fear. You tried your best to accept your death before you even stepped foot outside your door, but the truth was that you weren't ready to go yet. You felt you had a little more in you- at least a little longer. But alas- such a universe showed no pity no matter what good deeds you may have done to benefit others. Monsters didn't wait for the comfortability of their enemy. Or they did- just to tear them down right in front of your eyes.

"YUUTA!" You cried amidst the battle, head focused on Yuuta's attacks as Sukuna went after him harshly.

Watching Yuuta's every movement made you eager to join him on the field, but with all the might left in him, he had begged you not to unless it was absolutely needed a couple days prior. And you weren't going to go against him- especially not in such dire moments where he didn't have the time to focus on protecting you.

His domain had done great damage, and his power was demonstrated through every attack meticulously planned in the moments retrieve- he was a beast. But monsters and beasts are quite different. Monsters wanted only the worst for their opponent. No mercy for anyone- leave nothing to the imagination of outcomes. Rip them apart, starting from the very root of what they care about- they don’t bring any good, and don't intend to do any.

You tried to stay strong, keeping your emotions away from the battlefield- out of reach and unable to affect you. But seeing a big gash accompanied by groans of pain in front of you, you could no longer sit back and simply watch Yuuta get slashed apart.

Only remembering bits and pieces made it hard to put crumbs back into the full dish- but you recalled every emotion cursing through you at the time- anger, frustration, despairing sadness. Everything balled up into one and came at you as fast as your sword went for the curse that had taken away your everything- just Sukuna daring to lay a hand on him was reason enough to act such a way- Irresponsible. But who was to say it was your fault? One of the higher ups? Ones who decided they'd never let their students fully grasp a proper adulthood, left to suffer for their consequences and fight for them against vile curses?

Sometimes, the biggest dream of sorcerers was to live a simple life. Such a thing was always pondered by friends, brought up as measly discussion. Now it was obvious why it was chatted about so much- it was something you now longed for. Love was the biggest influence, yet it could bring a person down all the like. Heartbreak, too, was a strong emotion. The scene of Yuuta and his blood spilling onto his white uniform was something that'd constantly replay in your head, over, and over, and over.

Other than gory scenes and scattered emotions, you remembered nothing of what happened, nor where you ended up, or how you ended up. Where you ended up could be the heavens for all you knew- the bright lights sitting above didn't deny you of that theory. It was only when the scene before you steadied into hazy recognition- not as much as a blur. You tried to focus on one thing at a time, but seeing machines hooked up to every possible space they could cram them to fit on your body to keep you alive wasn't a very welcoming sight back to reality. Chatter around you never ceased, so in a constant headache of confusion and uncertainty, you laid there, quiet and in pain.

Hours passed until most had left- nurses and doctors filtered out the room alike in big groups, assumingly to help others like they had to you. Now only left with a couple accompanying people left, you took the chance to test your vocal chords- if you still had them

Your voice was hoarse and your throat ached with every sentence you tried to produce, rendering it inconceivable. Yet you suffered through and attempted your best, gaining the eyes of the couple nurses still present around you. Making out sounds, it became hard to distinguish long words, so you quickly shortened them, able to alert them with the name, "Yuuta".

"Yuuta? I'm not sure- i've only been attending to you" One of them replied simply, not eager to cast another glance your horrid way. She was probably angry she had to change the bandaids wrapped around you every once in awhile- somehow you had gotten on her bad side by staying perfectly still and asleep most of the time she did it. Maybe the cuts were the hard sights to bare. Who knew- and who cared- not when there were more important questions to be asked.

"I've heard of him, haven't seen him." Another spoke up, just as uncaring as the other tending to you. In a random state of worry, ripping sounds filled the air just as suddenly needles were being ripped out of your arm and machines moved, crashing against each other with multiple resounding bang's, the metal clanging and alerting whoever was left in the room as you burst out the door. Although you heard yelling behind you, you never once stalled, not focused on them enough to listen, nor care. You weren't going to be denied- no matter what. You needed to find him- and if they couldn't give you answers, you'd get them yourself.

Passing doors of all sorts, you were unable to determine a sign of which one would be him- so you resorted to opening them a crack, enough to see if the person inside resembled a person you'd recognize by familiar looks, or his scent alone.

Yet across all the doors you stumbled upon, none of them had the boy you were searching so desperately for, and your head was starting to spin- except you didn't know if it was from your sudden sprint out your assigned room or the worry that now clouded you. You kept on your feet though, constantly ignoring the calls of your name down the dimly lit and eerie hospital hallways.

And as you sprinted, some conversations made it to your ear as you made multiple people jump because of an unexpected appearance of a distraught and unkempt patient quick to run by and disregard them as they were bumped and shoved from their path. Most of the chatter wasn't related, but some of the names you'd heard mumbled under breaths did strike a chord, meaning some had made it to the hospital with you.

Heart starting to beat at rapid rates, breathing starting to get uncoordinated and wonky, legs starting to fail from beneath you- every single thing was going wrong and you were about to drop of pure exhaustion, and no sign of Yuuta was to be found in such a place. Unable to go without assistance, you clung on to one last door at the end of a hallway- it was a dead end anyways, so you'd be caught and escorted back quickly as they were hastily on your tail, trying to sit you back down to stare blankly and the boring tiled roof above, and the cold floor below you knew all too well now.

Everything felt wrong- everything felt bad, and it washed over you with a chilling shiver. Not knowing if you were in a state of delusion, maybe drug withdrawals- everything happened to be catching up to you and rushing to your head. With the heavy push of your body colliding with the door, it swung open hard enough and hit the wall, greeting you with the view before it.

What you saw looked peaceful. Tranquil even. It looked like he was in a state of meditation- his eyes were fastened shut, but gently- not forcing them closed, but not lousy either. His hands rested at his torso, held together and something clenched hard in his fist to where his knuckles were painted with the faint color of white fading away, knowing he hadn't been holding the object tighter much longer ago. The rest of his body was stiff and prim- proper, like he was sat set up in a coffin and ready to be hauled off to the graveyard. You looked at his face again, admiring the way a smile still stood strong on his face, the muscles habitually putting him in such a facial position, obviously the outcome of wearing it often.

You gasped when you first barged into the room, scared to shock the injured, but you realized loud noises didn't phase the man on the bed, and he had stayed the same without batting an eye, or sitting up toward the sound.

Then your breath hitched.

Your heart jumped out of your body.

Your eyes trailed his half-blanketed figure again, with the same thoughts as before racking your brain- and after your second inspection of the body, you realized something new.

His hair was black, parted in the way you always remembered- you used to tease him about it sometimes- give him a side part to annoy him, poke fun at his sides saying how you'd wanna see him with long hair although you both knew it'd never happen. It had the same volume as when you ruffled it as he laid on your chest in the late evenings. The sun had already set through the curtains, and the moon dawned on the two of you, bathing you in the moonlight as the tv screen reflected in two pairs of eyes.

Except this time his hair wasn't all over the place because of your gentle fingers. His eyes weren't shut because you made him laugh with a stupid joke, to where he was crying and begging you to stop or else he threatened he'd piss his pants- and although it'd be his fault, you would start to crack up beside him insisting him not to. His mouth wasn't in a smile because he saw you first thing after training, a sigh of relief parting from his lips as his hands opened themselves for a long awaited hug. His body wasn't laid down because he was sleeping next to you.

It was because his chest no longer would rise or fall.

Sprinting to his aid, you hurriedly reaching for his hand, neck- any place a stable pulse could reach your fingers and give you signs of life. Everything before your eyes gave you a harder punch to the gut then anything you'd experienced in your lifetime.

Suddenly reality dawned and came crashing down before you- as did your body, falling to the cold ground. Only the measly hospital gown aided you for cover as you started to sob, unable to do anything else but slouch over defeatedly, cradling your head in your hands as your mind shattered.

You didn't care to keep up a strong face anymore. You didn't care to impress the people around you with your courage and strength.

You pleaded with all your might- to the heavens even- , begging and screaming loud, cracking voice and undying chants asking, why couldn't you have come just moments sooner? Why couldn't you have been better? Stronger? You wailed out, begging, begging for a miracle- a switch of souls even.

With damp cheeks and a pitiful appearance, only despair covered your features and grief filled every sense you had left working. You were stumbling around as if you had no feeling in your legs- except you simply didn't. Your hands went limp at your sides like you were already succumbing to the exhaustion of your cries- except your muscles felt like jelly and couldn't withstand the heavy weight of your tears that heavily spilt. Your body felt like it weighed more pounds then any person in the world could ever lift, head drooped like a bowling ball had been propped up on it, ready to smash and collide into the ground.

Planted in place, no one could take you away from his bedside. You clung to his lifeless body. You wrapped your hand around his, trying to shake him awake while muttering a few words to hopefully make him sit up and tell you it was all a silly joke.

He wasn't yet cold, but soon he would be. Soon he'd be taken away from you. You wouldn't see him again. You weren't ever going to see him again. Ever.

Anyone who tried to awake and pull you from your distressed state couldn't get ahold of you in the slightest. You didn't hear the voices around you. You didn't hear the beeping of machines, or the rushing of doctors and nurses invading his room. You could only sit there and hold onto his tightly closed palm with all your might and resist the power of hands pulling you towards them. Behind you they kept on, trying to escort you back to your room by lifting your slacked body onto a bed stationed out of the room, being picked up under the armpits like you were a toddler.

The one day he didn't wake up before you- he didn't carefully try to roll out of bed, nor did he whisper sweet, hushed "goodmorning"'s in your ear. He didn't give you a forehead kiss. You didn't get to say goodbye.

As you pressed a wet kiss onto his closed palm, it slightly loosened at the action, letting you gently pry it open in the state of chaos around you. The object he held close in his hand was now held close to your heart, in an even stronger grip then he had It in. No one was taking it from you.

As much as you screamed and begged in their arms, nothing worked as tears fogged your vision, and the only thing you felt in the moment was the drops from your eyes staining your cheek. You had eventually passed out from how much you struggled, mixed with crazed sobs and constant pleading for a sign he was still with you.

Waking up in that room felt no different than the first. Except something was gone. Something felt right- or out of place.

It felt like you had been pierced right in the heart. There was now a wide wound. A bigger wound then any other weapon or curse could've caused you. The empty space was simply there. Somehow, although nothing was in its spot or piercing you physically, it throbbed. It ached. Yet no blood spilled out of your chest. No blood spewed out from your mouth. You were perfectly healthy.

....

Why couldn't it have been you instead of him?

Suddenly, you remembered the box in your hand. You hadn't been able to make out what the object was before, but now as you weakly brought it up to your eyes, observing it, it was a black, velvet jewely box, with the words "promise" engraved on the plastic protecting it. You brought your other hand up, and with shaking fingers, ripped off the plastic and opened the box.

It sparkled in your eyes- before you a tiny diamond ring, beautifully detailed with initials on the side. Your eyes widened, not expecting something so fancy and thoughtful while you looked like a mess- a puffy face which tears had already starting leaking out of, tangled hair, and a sad hospital gown. A note flew down to your chest when the box was opened, hands clumsily scouring for where it had landed on the thin hospital blanket over you. It was folded tiny, tickling your fingertips to open the paper.

"If this letter gets to you, it means I couldn't personally go down on one knee and present it myself. Even if I couldn't give this to you, I hope you receive it. It was all I could afford with the money I saved up, and I know its only a promise ring, but, I hope you like it. Maybe in another life, I would be able to see your face right now.

I love you."

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simping-on-the-daily · 1 year

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i would freeze over hell just to get a chill

Summary: The boys have overblotted, but their defeat wasn't so quick. Rather, they spent much more time in their overblot forms, and you? You had a front row seat to it all. (The Overblot gang remembers their romantic interest towards you and keeps you by their side. Your only option is to stay by their side until help arrives.)

Warnings: Riddle injures himself with thorns and doesn't care, Leona scratches your face (to give you powers but still), general Overblot themes, not beta red we die like the overblotted dwarf from the prologue

Notes: READER IS NOT YUU; Yuu is gender-neutral and so is reader, and Reader will mention Yuu. Reader is from each of the boy's respective dorms,,,, Title is from Would You Love a Monsterman by Jodi, and characters might be OOC??? I doin't have the game but also we only get like. Two minutes with their Overblotted forms.

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar

Riddle Rosehearts

Many of your fellow dorm members would say that Riddle was a merciless dictator who believed himself to be the Queen of Hearts. On the surface level, one could agree, but you didn't, for the Queen of Hearts created the rules in the first place, and Riddle was simply following them.

However, with the most recent unbirthday tea party having gone horribly wrong, perhaps Riddle himself thought he was one of the Seven, and the entity that followed his every command was but a mere card soldier.

From what you knew, the main perpetrators of his Overblot had run away, seemingly to form a plan. A few first years who you had only talked to maybe once, the magicless student, and even the Vice-Housewarden yourself! (You said from what you know, which might have been deemed weird considering you were there at the tea party, but in your defense, the moment Riddle had an egg thrown at him, everything was a blur.)

The rest of the unlucky dorm members had Riddle's signature collars around their neck. Some were crying in fear of the ink-dripping entity, while others were forcing a smile in order to not trigger the newly Overblot Riddle's wrath. You were just about to accept your fate, when the glass headed minion grabbed you effortlessly, and put you right next to Riddle, who's arms were wrapped in ink and vines.

You were relieved to hear that no, you were not being executed, but that relief was replaced by a different kind of fear; the realization that Riddle Rosehearts had a crush on you.

In any other circumstance, you would've been overjoyed. You had hung out before, having sit next to each other while studying in the library, and you'd be lying if you said he hadn't piqued your romantic interest. But Riddle was overblot now, his mental state shattered just like the glass head of the ink entity, and you really didn't want to be the darling to a potential Yandere.

Thank fuck you weren't shoved into a cage.

Instead, with a flick of his fingers, Riddle summoned a throne made of roses and vines, thorns like there were on his outfit non-existent. A bigger one (with thorns) was placed right next to it.

"You shall be my side in this new world," Riddle's voice was almost demonic, yet you could still hear everything he said clearly "We shall sit on these thrones and gaze upon it all. Those who defy us will lose their heads! Wouldn't that just be beautiful, darling?"

So, you were forced onto the throne, cringing everytime the thorns on Riddle's throne sliced his skin. Screaming at all of his collared-roommates, he ordered them to bake both of your favorite meals and paint the roses and to slice their fingers on the thorny roses and to say that he was correct in all things; he just kept going on with new orders, and you could only look at them with pity everytime Riddle placed a new command down.

Some brave or stupid soul (you couldn't tell), talked back, snarking that Riddle's floating was to try and cover up for his small size. You heard a flamingo squawk admist the silence before Riddle screamed, before making it so the collar choked the lad, and you knew that was going to leave a scar. You couldn't feel bad for long, because Riddle started sobbing, throwing his head into your lap, leaning on his throne, and not showing any discomfort at the thorns piercing him harder. He sobbed and screamed, and you could only pat his head until one of the students came back with the requested tarts (not chestnut).

You hoped that those first years and Trey were doing all right and coming up with a plan. Because even if the entity gave you a beautiful red rose from the bush they were clutching, and Riddle stated that you were the only one he could trust, you knew that this wasn't Riddle and that being in this form hurt both his body and his brain. That magicless Prefect had grabbed a magestone from the abandoned mine and fought an entity just like the Queens of Hearts lookalike, hadn't they? They seemed smart and competent, and their friends were........brave.

So, in your head, you went against the rules, and begged for help.

Then the Overblotted Riddle screamed in your ear again, due to someone having walked too slow, before clutching your hand with a lot of force, murmuring frantic threats towards him as tears threatened to spill. (You would wake up the next morning to find that you had gotten splinters. Woohoo for you.)

Leona Kingscholar

The Spelldrive Competition this, Spelldrive Competition that; was this your punishment for being associated with a bunch of bully jocks?

Savanaclaw was not being subtle at all; in the security of the dormitory, they went on and on. 'With that champion from Scarabia gone and Housewarden Leona by our side, they'll never stand a chance against us!'

You were going to hit your head on the entrance's tree if they kept this up. They did keep it up. Whether you did so or not is up to you.

Perhaps it was kind of selfish of you, but Diasomnia was good at everything. They were the shiniest of gold, and even in the most roughest and toughest game of all, they still glimmered the prettiest shine. Maybe it was time someone else became the champion. And besides, you weren't competing. It wasn't like it was going to effect you.

....As the sand blinded your eyes and terrified screams destroyed your ear drum, you cursed yourself for jinxing it.

Your housewarden had a mental breakdown in front of the whole stadium, tried to kill the guy who was basically the vice-housewarden in all but name, and now he was talking about turning everything into sand- wait why is the glass lion looking at you?

The crack in the glass seemed to make an impromptu mouth, as it quickly put you inside of its jaw and sprinted back towards the Overblotted housewarden.

You were unceremoniously dropped onto the floor, ink now on your clothes. Being in the center of the sandstorm got every possible grain of dust into your eyes, and despite your deep squints, the large, floating form of an Overblotted Leona was as clear as day.

"Tch, and I thought you would go running like the rest of those weaklings."

Ah. The screams were all gone, and even throughout the sandy fog, you could see the silhouettes of the Ramshackle prefect and their friends try and make a run of it.

"Stop squinting, would you? It makes you look stupid."

"Not all of us have a glowing eye," You snarked back, seeing the orange flame on the right side of his face. That was probably how he could still see amidst the chaos. Or he was just that good.

He tch'ed again, leaving you to the assumption that no, he was going to kill you, because he already would of.

Instead, he scratched your face, and you screamed in pain, falling back to your ground, clutching your eye. Leona's hand dripped more ink, and he stared at you.

Suddenly, everything around you became much clearer. The sandstorm was practically a transparent curtain, and in the glass reflection of the lion's head, you knew why.

Just like Leona, an orange flame covered your right eye.

"There, now stop complaining."

The silhouette of the Prefect was gone now, leaving only you and the overblotted Leona. Rising from the sand, a lone throne sat, becoming one with the stadium's hoops. Leona floated over before sitting down, dragging you with him. You were placed onto his lap, while the inky King of Beasts sat by the throne's side.

"You're the only one is the damn world that's worth a fucking dime," Leona stated, as one of his braids fell loose. "Everyone else is some moron who thinks they so great for no reason at all. You're not like that."

...Holy shit was this a love confession???

"I was gonna burn it all to ashes," Leona continued. "That Diasomnia kid said it himself. I ain't ever gonna be king."

He took an ink covered hand and dragged it across your cheek. "But you're here. You aren't a coward and you weren't obsessed with this stupid schoolkid game. And I ain't gonna give up when you could be by my side, because you're worth fighting for."

You never knew Leona felt this way about you. Were you supposed to? Sure, this wasn't unwelcome; you had a crush on Leona yourself and your worries about it not being reciprocated were now disappearing like dust, but....this wasn't Leona. This was clearly years of trauma, and an attempt to finally be deemed good enough gone wrong, resulting in a mental breakdown and Overblotting. You didn't want this to be your first date. Who the fuck would?

The Prefect would come back, right? They had fought an Overblot before and won, and everyone in your dorm was talking about the 'damned Prefect', getting into other people's business and trying to be a hero. You'd like a hero right now. That would be pretty nice.

Well, hopefully hope was coming, but by then you should try and get used to it. The sandstorm was practically nonexistent to you now, and Leona didn't seem like he was going to scratch you again.

You repositioned on his lap, leaning into the fur around his neck. It was soft, yet it felt as though gum or honey had gotten stuck in there and left the fur coarse.

Wait, was he just sitting here, tiddies out-

The disturbing thought paused as Leona let out a roar. You looked up, but no-one was around. After doing so, he let out more softer animalistic growls.

Ah, so couldn't control it.

The King of Beasts nuzzled against you, getting more ink on your cheek. In response, Leona growled at the entity and licked your face. Luckily, there was no ink.

You were never going to a Spelldrive tournament again.

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paleprincessturtle · 7 months

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Hiii I saw your post and I couldn't agree more, the world definitely needs more Harvey Specter in it. I've only recently started to watch suits but I'm absolutely in love! Do you think you could write one where the reader is an associate who is nervous about the mock trials because she's shy/soft spoken and doesn't want to have to go against Mike or thinks that Lewis has something out for her maybe? I'd love to see a softer side of Harvey.

Hi you! Thank you for the request. Hope it can capture your imagination :) Feel free to send more requests. Enjoy!

The Sun is Going Down

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Female Reader

Harvey walked past the bullpen when Louis stood in the middle of gathered associates. Harvey stopped dead in his tracks when he realized what actually happened there. It was Louis, who stood so close, too close, to his girl. Harvey seethed. "What's the matter, little mouse? You don't think you can't take down Jeremy here in a mock trial? Maybe you should just pack your things now and sell hotdogs in Central Park." She looked down, shook her head vigorously. "I can do it, Louis," she said, just above a whisper. "Can anyone hear what she said?" Louis spun around, granting laughs from other associates. Mike stood at the far end of the group, pity visible on his face.

"Louis," Harvey's voice boomed even in the midst of laughter.

Upon hearing Harvey's voice, Louis stopped laughing and tried his best to compose himself. No matter how hard Harvey tried to hide his anger, everyone there saw anger very much visible in his eyes. "What's wrong?" Louis asked, worry etched in his voice. "Just go," Harvey gestured with his head and Louis scurried away. Harvey looked at each one of the associates there. He caught the eyes of his girl. The sadness, oh Harvey was sure he could actually feel a physical pain in his chest. "What you looking at? Go back to work," Harvey commanded and everyone rushed to go back to their cubicle. Harvey stole another glance at his girl, who happened to also looking at him. Harvey smiled subtly at her as he walked away from the bullpen.

It was late that day when Mike strolled inside Harvey's office. The firm is now quiet, the dimmed light illuminated the corridor. Mike leaned by his door, "Go see her, she was quite shaken." Harvey just looked up at him, no words needed to be spoken. They both knew who was Mike referring to. "She's always been shy, so soft. To think again, I never thought a lawyer was a good career for her." Mike was shocked at Harvey's honest answer. Harvey always had her back, being all positive. "You should talk to her, guide her. She just needs to come out of her shell. You've seen her works, it was meticulous." Harvey sighed and glanced at his watch. "She's at the library," Mike said before leaving. Harvey rubbed his eyes before finally left his office.

Harvey saw her back. Deep in some books, reports of cases. Harvey walked quietly and put his hands on her shoulders and started rubbing. "Let's go home," Harvey whispered, lips touching her right ear. She shivered and whipped her head around. "Don't worry, everyone left hours ago." She sighed a sigh of relief and slouched in her chair. "Come on," Harvey offered his hand and she took it.

Harvey carefully observed the younger woman on his sofa, a glass of red wine in hand, as she stared blankly at the fireplace. Harvey sighed, prepping himself. He poured himself another glass of wine for him and walked to the sofa. "Wanna talk about it?" Harvey offered. "I'm not supposed to be a lawyer," she said slowly, expression blank. "Baby.." Harvey cooed, he abandoned his glass and took his girl's hand. She pulled her hand away forcefully. "You don't understand, Harvey!" She screamed as she stood up. "You're all successful, everyone opposes you fear the name Harvey Specter. You are born to be a lawyer. But look at me! Louis embarrassed me daily, everyone laughed at me, Mike looked at me with pure pity, and I just stood there because what else am I supposed to do? I know that Louis has something for me in the mock trial. He hates me, Harvey! He'll ruin me." she sobbed and fell to her knees. Harvey knew that Louis roasted her the most because he saw something in her. He needed her to fight, fall, and stand back up. Louis was always like that with associates. But this wasn't about Louis. "My darling sunshine," Harvey sat down in front of her. Her breath rapidly increased, her face red, stained with tears. "Hey, look at me," Harvey ordered gently, oh so gently. She shook her head, looked down at her clenched hands. "Sunshine," Harvey touched her chin with his finger, guiding her to look at him. She finally looked up. Harvey's heart ached at the sight of her forlorn face. "Calm down, okay? Close your eyes," she just looked at him, confused, "close your eyes," Harvey nudged her hands with him. She finally obeyed. "Calm down, imagine. The sun is going down, breath baby. The sun is going down," Harvey guided her slowly. Harvey watched his girl, "the sun is going down, the sun is going down," she whispered slowly. Harvey saw her finally calming down. "Good girl, that's my good girl." Harvey praised her and not long after she opened her eyes. "Thank you," she mouthed. "Anything for you. I'll make Louis an associate again if I have to," Harvey joked and earned a giggle from his girl. With the sound of that, the shadow in Harvey's chest lifted. Harvey lifted her from the floor, he laid them down, spooning her. He pampered the top of her head with kisses as she nuzzled back, closer to him.

They laid down quietly there, enveloped in each other's warmth for some time before Harvey finally spoke. "You know, I wasn't first in my class when I was in law school. Scottie was." Harvey said. "Your ex-girlfriend?" she mocked and Harvey squeezed her tighter in his arms. "You know why I wasn't first in my class?" she shook her head. "I wasn't sure how to hold myself there. Just like you, I was shy," both of them got quiet. Harvey continued, "I was from nowhere, from a mail room yes. And everyone was just so..." Once again Harvey paused. "So poise, so sure about what they were doing." Harvey sighed, no one really knew this story. "What I want to tell you is that I can overcome it. And I believe that you could too," Harvey said softly. She turned her body around. Eyes gazing at each other. "Why you told me that?" She asked not breaking eye contact. "It was always something I'm ashamed of, but if it could help you be the best lawyer that I know you are, then I'll do everything in my might. You're not alone, I'll always help you." He whispered the last few words against his lips. She smiled as Harvey gently kissed her lips.

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It was just 3 hours before the mock trial when she saw Jeremy and Louis huddled in the corner of the library. "Gentlemen," she greeted them. Louis was about to give her a snarky comment when she raised her finger. "If this is how you two will ruin me in mock trial, please try again." She smirked as she dropped the file to the floor in front of them before walking away. She caught Harvey just outside the library, smirking at him. She walked in his direction, close enough for her to hear him say, "That's my baby girl."

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whoyacallinyellow · 2 months

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Borrowed Time

Javier Escuella x F! reader

Spoilers: major RDR2 events chapters 1-6 Content: 18+, Javier angst, loyalty, dramatic, possessive, referenced/implied sex, canon typical events & violence, possible unintentional spelling mistakes, google translated Spanish Type: changed to second pov (wc - 2278) / pc: pinterest Prompt / inspiration credit: @/red-dead-do-over246

Summary: Javier has changed after his time in Guarma. With what’s left of the gang, his loyalty between you and Dutch becomes convoluted.

You gazed at Beaver Hollow’s entrance, which resided Javier, stiff as a board, shoulders squared and hips narrowed. Pacing every so often as he fiddled with his carbine.

The sight alone made you cringe, pitying the feller who stumbled upon the camp while Javier was on shift.

Drawing attention to your presence with steady steps, he turned towards you in a trance, eyes clouded over with deep thought.

“Hello.” Javier greeted absentmindedly, rolling up the sleeves of tattered shirt.

“You alright?” He wondered softly, as if he was nearly confused by your sudden presence.

“Of course.” You replied, hoping the matched tenderness of your tone was convincing enough.

“I was jus’ wondering if we could talk? You still haven’t told me what happened in uh— Guarma.” You proposed hesitantly, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Just thinking about the boys ending up there made your head spin.

“Can it wait? I needa focus, things are complicated right now— ‘nd I’m sure Ms. Grimshaw needs you.” He replied, an automatic response he has given you more than once since his return.

You sighed, gazing down at his recently shined cowboy boots. Javier held so much loyalty, you wondered if he had lost himself in the process. As if he broke out of his trance he shuffled around, rubbing a harsh calloused hand down his mouth and chin.

“Okay— ok, sure, mi amor— come.” He rambled softly with a disoriented head shake. Javier trudged up to you and placed a gentle hand on your back, ushering you to a nearby log.

After a brief moment of silence he sighed tiredly, if you did not know any better, you would think it was in relief. Waiting for you to break the ice, he wrapped an arm around you and welcomed you into his warm embrace.

“I— I thought you were dead, Javier…” you trailed off, your face being a constant reminder of how much you worried and cared about the man. You felt his grip tighten in reassurance before speaking.

“Dead? Oh— mi amor, you know I would never leave you.” He cooed, his silky voice nearly resembling the man he used to be.

You abruptly leaned away from him, eyes glossy from the tears that welled up. His rough thumbs responded almost immediately with small shushing noises exiting under his breath. He began stroking your cheeks, preparing for the tears threatening to fall.

“Please no tears.” He whispered, the sight of you broke his heart— he knew his love didn’t deserve this, but you had to trust him.

“‘M scared, I dunno what’s goin’ on anymore.” Your voice shook, chest heaving as you desperately tried to blink away the tears. You had always tried to be strong for him, the last thing you wanted was for him to be distracted while on a job.

“Don’t be, hermosa, there’s a rat in the gang, s’all. We're takin’ care of it.” Javier’s vague words left a lot of room for interpretation, causing you to shutter nervously. Poor Molly was all you think about, and how her love for Dutch killed her in the end.

“I know you would never... mi novia, I know.” Javier reassured, catching onto your fearful thoughts.

“Now, what about that talk?” He changed the subject, planting a small kiss upon the crown of your head before leaning away.

You paused with a deep breath, with everything that has happened since Black Water, you were not sure how the man would react anymore. Things have changed more than you expected since the two of you have joined the gang.

“Well, I found a place, it’s a bit to the west—“ You began hesitantly.

“A place? Why didn’t you say? That’s great, I’ll let Dutch know.” He cut off your timid words, grinning brightly, a rare smile you usually can’t force out of him if you tried.

“Not for the gang.” You quickly added as Javier frowned in confusion, staring at you over his brow-line.

“A small cabin with a garden, birds in the pines up yonder.” You describe in awe, in attempts to win him over. The both of you gazed off the small cliff side, trying to imagine the place despite the reality of the damp smog you currently resided in.

“It ain’t Tahiti, but it’ll be quiet for us.” You continued, not noticing the concerned look plastered upon the man.

Javier hummed gently in consideration, entertaining your thoughts as he conceptualized your vision of a quiet life as a farm man, just for a moment.

“Don’t we already have that? I mean— besides the cabin.” Javier asked, suddenly sizing you up. His stare possessed a dreadful amount of tension and certainty— as if his question were a test.

You met Javier's tranquil stare; a long hardened face, he was simply a husk of a man he once was. It felt like years ago when he would treat you so tenderly, like a prize he had won and held sacred, something he could only have. His gentle, yet timid hands that used to run along your figure in the night now seemed like a mere dream.

No longer a bright eyed cowboy, but a dangerous outlaw, consumed in drunken power and delusion, his trigger happily gunning down any poor soul that dares to get in his way— or look at him the wrong way.

This new reality broke everyone, Javier was no exception. Bandoliers decorated his vested torso, his wounds earned in Guarma still raw, paying it no mind to rest and heal.

“You sure you’re alright?” His words broke through your clouded mind, you gazed back at his prying eyes in hesitation.

“Leave with me. Let’s run away.” The words finally escaped you, your heart now pounding in your ears. The added tension was bound to break at any moment.

The outlaw now lazily wore a cigarette on his lip, it sagging ever so slightly as he contemplated your words carefully. Javier seemed to always deliberately think about what you said; that is just the kind of man he is. But if he could properly rationalize his reaction was a shot in the dark. Before too long his dull eyes turned ablaze in blinded fury as if you spoke blasphemy.

A sharp breath exited his nose, his broken fists clenched at his side as he prepared to speak, a powder keg waiting to blow.

“My bones break for you, I’ve killed for you, fuck— amor, if I didn’t know any better I’d die for you.” Javier’s words cut through the air like knives, sharp but quiet.

“—and now you’re asking to leave? Is my loyalty not good enough— have I not proven worthy to you?” He ranted, presenting a side you had not seen before.

But you had no defense, Javier was the most loyal lover and companion you ever had. Time and time again he proved that, with no hesitation he would put himself in between any dangers you could face. A promise he made to himself that night, unable to bear the thought of losing you. Additional scars and wounds that would be nonexistent if he were not protecting an extension of himself.

“Answer me!” He shouted, not caring if the gang— or what was left of it heard.

“Why can’t you trust me?” Javier’s voice suddenly lowered again in betrayal, like a horse who finally broke under the stress of Dutch van der Linde’s wrath.

“Javier—“ You mumbled softly in shock, begging for some sort of reasoning from the outlaw.

“I trust you, Javier, it’s—“

“Then what do you want from me?” He spat, arms gesturing out in frustration.

“I want you, Javier.”

“Me?!— I am yours! I’ve been yours since that night at the lake! Whether you know that or not, estúpida.”

That night you two had snuck away for a swim while the gang rested in Clemens Point. The lake looked like glass, reflecting off the starry night, only to be broken by your intimacy. Your eager fingertips ran over the cowboys scars and insecurities, gentle lips trailing down his olive skin, from his cheeks to his collarbone, covering every area not submerged.

In midst of Javier’s vulnerabilities he couldn’t do anything but hold you dumbfoundedly, his trembling hands resting underneath your thighs which wrapped around his hips. The close contact made blood rush to his head, and among other places.

He remained that way for the entire swim, afraid to make the wrong move and scare you off, despite your naked body quite literally holding onto his, an unmistakable gesture for the trust you held for him.

Javier swore up and down there were twice as many stars in the sky that night, which only encouraged him to make that promise to you. It was also that night he knew you officially had to be his, despite Micah’s advances—

“If you trust me, you’d trust Dutch’s plan.” He offered calmly, resting a hand on his belt.

“They’re picking us off one by one— Javi, we’re on borrowed time, you must see that.”

Javier adjusted his neck handkerchief, gaze locked on the ground away from you and the camp dwellers.

“Why don’t’cha go, Dutch needs me strong.” He murmured simply, unaware of the extent you would obey.

Your hands ran along the crumbling log bark before raising to your feet, wishing the man could see things how he used too. Quiet foreign curses and phrases then fired off the outlaws tongue while you departed, you recognized some of the words being that of a female dog. As you spun on your heel, the entire gang silently watched the dispute unfold from camp.

“Fine! Sit here and wait for Dutch to turn the water into wine!”

“Oh fuck off, chica!”

And those were the last words he spoke to you, they painstakingly replayed in his mind for the rest of the day. No one dared to ask the short-tempered outlaw what happened— not even Micah.

The following day Javier figured he’d offer an apology to you, and perhaps convince you to prolong the running away. Emerging into your shared tent that early morning revealed an empty cot, along with your ransacked belongings at a disarray.

After asking around camp, no one seemed to know where you wandered off to, everyone had problems of their own— the girls spat curses at him after witnessing yesterday's event, they were the least likely to talk, especially after what happened to Molly.

The guilt and worry ate him alive throughout the day, he spent it scouting around, fearing the worst— what kind of man was he if he couldn’t keep the only promise he made?

Defeated, the outlaw rode back into camp, Dutch lecturing him about his prolonged absence, while Micah sat at the wooden table behind them. A shit eating grin plastered on his face.

Javier’s suspicions grew as his temper shortened, afterall, Micah was the only one he didn’t ask.

“See my girl today? Hope not, for your sake.” He asked casually, gesturing towards the man. Micah grinned at his obvious uneasiness, dragging his boots from the table.

“I was gon’ follow ‘er, partner, honest, but she’d threaten to gun me down, of sorts.” He shrugged, stretching out his arms lazily.

“Where is she?” Javier demanded with a shout, further approaching Micah.

“Easy now.” He replied, reaching slowly into his inner vest pocket, then presented a folded piece of paper he had nabbed from the tent after you fled.

With an aggressive snatch of the paper, Javier read your note, a western cattle town scribbled down with a simple “I’ll wait for you.”

Written so beautifully, he ran his fingers over the letters, but was rudely interrupted by a certain condescending voice.

“So— is she our rat, amigo?”

Javier glared at the man over the paper he clutched, unable to speak.

“Ah, well, I knew she was no good, shoulda just let me have—”

“Shut up, Micah— Don’t speak of her.” He hissed after a contemplating pause, desperately trying to restrain himself from disposing his pent up anger on the shyster.

“C’mon cowpoke… only jokin’, ya’know how women are.”

“Sure. You weren’t this chipper the nights she’d lay with me, cabrón.” Javier growled, taking a step closer to him, cracked knuckles beginning to bleed from the strain— anything to get the bastard to shut up.

Micah chuckled sourly, his teeth gritting as he rocked in his chair.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Escuella.”

Javier spat at the bastard's feet before crumpling up the letter with a toss, he then watched the paper engulf in flames and eventually turn to ash. But his love for you remained.

That same night Javier sat on the edge of the path, unbothered to stand for his shift, revolver placed in the dirt next to him.

He dug his boot into the dirt, creating a little divot with his heel, which only made his injured leg burn and sting, the pain keeping his mind at bay.

Restlessly propped up against the same log the pair sat yesterday, he sighed in despair, freeing his aching head from his bowler hat.

The cigarette Javier desperately puffed on nearly burnt his bloody fingers, his cheek puffy and purple. For what it was worth the outlaw would have killed Micah with his fists alone if Charles wasn't around to pry him off. Flicking away his ash he ran his fingers over the bloody patch, his mind unable to stray away from you.

Leaning back on the log, Javier gazed up into the nights sky— and there were twice as many stars as usual— he huffed shakily, thinking of your words out loud.

“Borrowed time.”

#rdr2 headcanons #javier escuella #x reader #javier escuella x reader #headcanons #red dead redemption 2 x reader #red dead redemption fandom #rdr2 x reader #rdr x reader #wheres my Javier girlies?!#no seriously where ya at? 🫵#show yourselves #giggling and kicking my feet while writing this #probably over dramatic and ooc sue me idc #not sure if I like it but I already wrote the damn thing

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fawnfictions · 4 months

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helloo :'0

would you,, mayhaps consider a lil platonic thing between macaque and a gn!reader where they're just absolutely Showering the shadow monkey with affection?

stress cuddles

— macaque & gn!reader

this is so cute, he deserves the affection :(

this is kind of shitty, and i'm sorry for being absent for so long <//3 i wanted to finish this asap when i got the motivation back

;; platonic, a little angst at the start?, almost entirely fluff, swearing (mac has a potty mouth smh)

You weren't entirely certain of the events that led up to this moment—one moment, you were on your way to your favourite shadow monkey for a surprise visit. Next moment, you were standing in front of a moping mess of a scarred demon.

Macaque, with his usual attire discarded and now donning a casual outfit that included black sweatpants and a purple sweater, was sitting in a lonely corner on a bench in his dojo. The sight was pitiful, really; his clawed hands held his glum face, seemingly lost in his thoughts and in another world as he failed to register your appearance despite his exceeding sense of hearing.

With careful movements, you stepped towards his corner. At less than a few feet away, he finally snapped out of his trance as you noticed his ears twitching. His eyes darted to your form, alarmed, almost prepared to attack out of fear from his vulnerability, as the natural shadows surrounding the two of you began to grow larger, and more intimidating.

"H-Hey, Macaque—It's just me. Are you... Alright?"

His tail lashed nervously behind him, his pupils dilating as he comprehended the lack of threat. The monkey seemed to mull over the possible responses for a moment.

"Sorry, kid... I, uh, was lost in my head, then." Macaque brushed off, despite the distant look in his avoiding eyes, "What brings you 'round to my humble abode, anyways?"

You frowned at the forced grin upon his face, "You know you can talk to me, right? I can tell that something is bothering you, Mac."

He grumbled, reluctant to open up and lay out his problems on your shoulders. However, one glance into your caring eyes broke through his thin walls.

The expression on his face dropped, the corners of his mouth dropping and his brows furrowed, "Ah, geez. You're so stubborn —"

You gave a light, playful smack to his shoulder at his remark, receiving a short, yet genuine, laugh in response.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" His grin dropped, "But, uh... I was just thinking about the past. Back with Wukong, y'know?"

That was all you needed to hear, really — those few words held a lot of baggage behind them. And, although you weren't overly knowledgeable on the details of the friendship between the two simians, it didn't take a scholar to understand that they had separated on sour terms.

Despite the pain that he had caused towards the Monkey King, you did know that, in his heart, Macaque wished that nothing had changed between them.

You had opened your mouth to offer comfort after a moment of silence had passed, but you were interrupted before a single sound left, "And all this... Lady Bone Demon shit, and the Brotherhood, recently — it's stressing me out!"

His teeth were barred as his hand clenched at his head. Fortunately, you knew it wasn't aimed at you.

With a sigh, immediately catching his attention by the flickering of an ear, you opened your arms, offering your physical affections to him. With nothing but a peep, the mystic monkey pushed himself into your embrace.

His tail found itself wrapping around your leg, his claws unconsciously digging into your shirt, attempts to ground himself. He buried his face lightly into your hair, breathing in the comfort of your scent; the scent that told him that, in this moment, he wasn't alone.

While ensuring that he remained in your embrace, you manoeuvred your bodies downwards, lowering to the floor and against one of the sturdy dojo walls. It definitely wasn't one of the most comfortable places you've ever sat before; hardwood floorboards and sturdy pillars weren't exactly made with comfort in mind. However, the furry equivalent of a hot-water bottle that didn't show any signs of releasing his hold from you had taken all of your focus at the moment.

You sat in silence, a dark simian curled into your body between your legs and clutching onto your clothing with clawed hands and a tail, yet still careful enough to not damage the fabric, while you lifted a hand to gently scratch around the fur on his head. You could feel Macaque's body begin to lose its tension at your ministrations, slumping further into you.

A low sigh, barely audible, left the monkey, followed by quiet purring — you doubted that he was conscious of the noises he was making, there had been plenty of times in the past where he had shown clear embarrassment at any slip-ups he had made.

With the understanding that you may be stuck here for a while, you allowed yourself to relax a bit more. At your slight movement, furred arms pulled tighter around you before you rested your head a top of his own. With a smile on your face, you held the troubled simian in your arms as he lost his worries in your embrace.

. . .

a few hours later – bonus scene ;D

You were reluctant to open your eyes, feeling crustier than usual, following the movement you had felt practically on top of you. With barely any recollection of when, or where, you had seemingly fallen asleep, you pushed yourself to consciousness to survey your surroundings.

Immediately, you were met with a face-full of dark, messed hair. It tickled your nose, causing you to lift your head away before any sneezing escalated — you didn't want to snot-rocket into someone else's hair, after all — and tilted your head to get a better angle at the person in front of you.

Your movement, however, lead to the being's stirring and eventual awakening as your mind began registering the warm limbs wrapped around your body. It seemed that your snuggle-r was just as groggy as you were, though.

Rough murmurs left the monkey, who had begun loosening his grip on you, before he lifted his head upwards. Clear redness grew upon his face in embarrassment.

"Shit, kid — ugh, didn't mean for this to, uh —"

You rubbed at your face, tiredly smiling at him through a yawn, "It's alright, Mac. We were both tired — what time is it, anyways?"

"Uh, it's..." Macaque cleared his throat, glancing across the dojo towards a clock, "5AM, jeez..."

"And I'm still tired, it's too early to be up..."

Your eyes closed, once again, and the darkness covering your sight was met with an agreeing sigh. In a short moment, you felt your body lose the solid surface you had been connected to as the air went still, before coming into contact with a much softer one as you opened your eyes in surprise.

Macaque read the emotions displayed wildly on your face as he chuckled, "I don't want you developing back issues because you slept on the floor — now go back to sleep, kid."

A quick glance around your new surroundings showed that you had been moved to your own bedroom — using Macaque's shadow abilities, clearly. You weren't going to deny his command, though, willingly tucking yourself in under the familiar covers. The absence of a certain monkey joining you caught your attention, however.

"C'mon, Mac. You've gotta be tired too, and there's enough room in here for both of us!" You dramatically, albeit childishly, patted the empty space beside you.

"Well, can't deny that, for sure," The simian mischievously grinned at you, as you began to realise your mistakes as he crept closer to you.

You had barely been able to argue against him, before he had thrown his body beside your own, reaching his limbs across your body. Snickers left your own mouth, as you attempted to push his arm off of you, "Mac, no!"

"Kid, are you sure there's enough room in this bed for the two of us? It feels a little squishy in here..." He playfully teased you, allowing his arm to flop over onto his own chest and dragging his limbs back beside himself.

"You're purposefully taking up all the room! Move over, you monkey." You lightly pushed against him, ignoring his joking gasp of offence, before calming yourself down to fall asleep.

Macaque softly grinned at you, "Alright, alright, it's bed time."

You leaned over to lazily wrap your arms around him, practically copying his earlier position, as you nestled your head against his chest. As you almost fell immediately back to sleep, you missed the quiet purring emitting from the monkey again, and his quiet expression of gratitude as he rested his chin atop your head.

#lego monkie kid #— fawns fics #lmk #fluff #macaque x reader #six eared macaque #platonic #macaque & reader

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k-marzolf · 8 months

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Walk on water just to kiss me.

An idea I had because I used to write to a man as a teenager, of course there was no romantic interest, but I remember it always made me feel less lonely.

Word count: 714.

(cw; obsession, kissing, Marine!Billy, loneliness, a bit of Yandere!Billy, feelings of unworthiness, fear of abandonment, plus size reader, possessive thoughts, fem!reader)

You’d written to Billy while he was in Afghanistan, you must have gotten his name at one of those charity drives. And at first he groaned, he didn’t need charity. But you drew him in with your words, the clumsiness with which you spoke.

“Is it okay if I write? It’s okay if not, I just get lonely here.” You’d said, making his heart squeeze. “I always bothered ma and dad. Yours must be proud of you.”

He’d answered, “You can write, sweetheart. I never knew my dad. Mom abandoned me at a fire station in Albany.”

He expected pity, but he got compassion. “You should be proud of making something of yourself, Billy, despite your beginnings.”

And you asked if he had nightmares too, like you did, and if you could send him a rosé quartz, because “it helps with sleep if you put it under your pillow,” you’d said. You talked about your bunny, Piper, and how she bit people, and was always begging for fruit.

She’d recently bit your maintenance man.

“She’s a little spicy. I had to replace the wallpaper because she chewed on the wall.”

It was the first time he laughed in a while, a smile breaking out.

The next week he’d received the rosé quartz, and the guys gave him shit over it, but as he stared at the crystal, he felt a warmth bloom in his chest. A sort of obsession took hold, that had him constantly waiting for another letter.

A sickness in him when it took you a while to respond, worrying you just didn’t want to write anymore. He scolded himself for his attachment to you.

But he wanted you for himself. He didn’t want to share you, hiding your letters because he didn’t want the guys to see it, to love you too.

“Do you think I can be yours, Billy?” That had made him feral, he’d nearly ripped the letter he’d gripped it so hard.

“Is that what you want, pretty girl? To be mine?” He’d answered back.

You’d answered back in a week. “Yes.”

He realized somewhere along the way that he was more attached than was healthy, and so were you to him. You never spoke of any friends, and other than your bunny, you seemed completely alone.

“I grew up in the system.” You answered when he asked about family.

His heart ached when you mentioned you missed him, after he'd been unable to write for over a month. He noticed bunny chew marks on the pages, as though she’d tried to eat the letter.

And the smell of your perfume, subtle but a fitting aroma.

“I’m lonely, Billy. I’m sorry.” You’d written once when you kept sending him letter after letter, and fuck, he wanted to be at home with you. He hated attachments, but you’d come in like a thief in the night, taking ahold of him.

He’d laid awake at night imagining what you might look like, what your voice would sound like. What it would be like to have your body pressed against his. What it would feel like to kiss you, to taste you. You consumed him when he wasn’t on a mission.

And then, he met you at the airport. You were plus size. But Billy didn’t give a fuck. You were his, and that was all that mattered.

His mouth touched yours in a hard kiss, and you whined a little in shock, but opened up to him, your fingers gripping his sweater. You tasted like a sweet wine that you probably had before meeting him here.

“You’re real pretty, sweetheart.” He said, kissing you again, making you sigh into his mouth.

“You’re pretty, too.” You’d said shyly, looking at him from under your lashes.

Billy laughed. Goddamn, you were sweet.

He was never letting you go, he thought, kissing your forehead, his scruffy beard tickling your skin. He had something of his own now.

He felt unworthy of you, being just an orphan with nothing to his name. Nothing but the clothes on his back, and his little dinky apartment that couldn’t heat properly.

But he’d make himself worthy of you. He’d build up his dream in Anvil, and he’d make sure you were never lonely again.

He swore it.

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As time goes by | Chapter 9: Wicked Halloween

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.8k

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Chapter Summary: As you are more inclined to confess your feelings to Eddie, you start to think that Tina’s Halloween party may be just the perfect moment for that. Will your feelings be reciprocated? Will you finally have a chance to be with him?

The usual noise of teenagers during lunchtime fills the Hawkins High School cafeteria, where you and Eddie sit on opposite sides of the room, stealing glances at each other. Eddie fidgets nervously with his food, taking small bites of his dried fruit while Jeff and Gareth point to something in a magazine in the middle of a discussion.

While you are doing your best to remain engaged in the conversation at your table, your gaze keeps wandering back to Eddie - you feel a spark every time your eyes meet, making your face break out into shy, tentative smiles.

“If you are trying to be discreet, these smiles and longing looks across the room are not helping” Jonathan is making fun of you again. “Or does that mean you are finally telling him how you feel?”

You frown in response - while you have been thinking about telling Eddie about your feelings, hearing Jonathan say it aloud makes it seems absurd. Maybe you are not ready to confess how you feel.

“I’m not telling him anything; it would be good for nothing. He does not like me back.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” Jonathan counters, rolling his eyes.

Nancy and a visibly upset Steve join you, a great excuse to stop talking about Eddie. Billy has finally joined the school and changed his focus to Steve. You are not sure if he just got tired of chasing you, if he took Wayne’s threat seriously, or if you just got pretty good at avoiding him like the plague.

The fact is that you are thankful that you have not been bothered by him recently. But, on the other hand, you pity Steve - Billy, for some reason, has made his mission to take over the mantle of King of school from Steve - but Steve is not even that boy anymore.

“Soooo, could you convince him to come to the party?” Nancy asks you, pointing at Jonathan.

No, you have not tried convincing Jonathan to attend Tina’s Halloween party. You knew he was not a big fan of parties and was using the excuse of going trick-or-treating with Will to avoid it, and you didn’t want to push it. Well, it didn’t stop Nancy from spending the rest of the lunch trying to convince him.

“And they invited me to trick-or-treat with them like it was such an honor! They are nuts.” You suppress laughter while Max tells you how she met the kids and their attempt to befriend her. While she seems frustrated and keeps calling them stalkers, you tried to make her see they are good boys. Of course, their behavior was not doing any favors, but you know they would be great friends to her.

“It’s ok to let someone be nice to you,” You assure Max, “as many assholes as there are at Hawkins, there’s still a few of us who are good people. You just need to give it a chance.”

“Are you giving Eddie a chance?” she raises her eyebrows.

“What?” you did not expect her to bring Eddie into the conversation.

“C’mon, It’s obvious that you like each other, but no one is making the first move. So you should do it then.”

“I’m not risking losing him, Max.”

She reaches forward and squeezes your shoulders.

“Ok, let’s imagine the worst-case scenario, but reversed… Eddie comes and confesses his love to you, but you don’t love him back… would you humiliate him? Would you stop talking to him? Would you stop being his friend?”

“Of course not. He would still be my best friend.”

“So why do you think Eddie wouldn’t do the same to you?”

You can’t find words to counter her. The feeling, the fear of Eddie’s rejection and losing him forever, is still there, but you can’t form cohesive arguments to sustain it.

“Life would be better if love were less complicated” it’s the only thing you can say.

“You are the one complicating it! You’re going to that party, right? So use that - blame the alcohol if you must; adults often do this. But just give it a try, please? I promise I’ll think about giving the boys a chance too. Deal?”

“I can’t believe that I’m taking advice from a 10-year-old girl” you roll your eyes, trying to dodge her request.

“I’m not 10!!” she is visibly offended, as she was happy that you were the only one that did not treat her as just a child, and now you are downplaying her age to disregard her advice.

“I know, silly!” you ruffle her hair, “I’ll think about it, ok?”

Max grins cheerfully and gives you a tight hug.

Truth be told, you wanted to go to the party with Eddie. Ok, he is going more for business-related matters than to have fun, as parties like this mean good deals for him. Still, you had promised Nancy that you would go together - she is the main reason you have an invitation anyway, as Tina would never invite you directly to a party - so you are both getting ready for it in Nancy’s bedroom.

“I heard Stacy and the girls will stop by a fortune teller before the party. What do you think? Should we get our fortunes read?” Nancy asks while you are doing her hair.

“I’ll pass… knowing the present is bad enough,” you chuckle.

“I wouldn’t mind getting advice about changing the present or the future…”

But you know that you already got the bits of advice you need and that things will change tonight. You feel in your bones that things will not be the same between you and Eddie - you just hope you’ll keep finding your courage when the time to tell him the truth comes.

You finish doing Nancy’s hair - She looks so beautiful in her white sweater with the black bow, part of her Lana costume from Risky Business, while Steve will be going as Joel - matching costumes. Your costume is nothing different, just a vampire. Joyce helped you make a cape, Dustin helped you with the fake fangs, and you picked one of your leather pants, a corset, and that’s it.

You hear Steve honking in the street - time to go. You take a deep breath.

“You look great. I’m sure you’ll break some hearts today”, Nancy nudged you playfully while you both exited the house.

“Ok, remember, we are just stupid teenagers for the night, ok? So let’s party!” says Steve while you get into the car.

At Tina’s house, teenagers in costumes and cars crowded the driveway. As soon as you get there, your eyes scan the surroundings looking for Eddie until you see him talking with some boys. You tell Nancy to go inside with Steve that you’ll soon join her, and go to meet him.

When you are getting near him, he finally notices you, raising a hand to one of the boys to stop his talking, and turns to you, looking at you from head to feet.

“Wow, sweetheart, you look so hot!” he says delightedly, “I’m sorry, boys, but I’m towing this little freak here” He then grabs your hand and pulls you away.

“Hey, where are we going? I just got here! Eds! Eds!!” But he does not stop, dragging you through the side of the house. As he breaks into a sprint, you laugh giddily, feeling your hair blowing in the wind and Eddie’s firm hand holding yours. Once you are in the backyard, he stops.

“Could you be any more annoying, Eds?” you try to catch your breath.

“Easily, m’lady. Is that a challenge?” he laughs upon seeing your reaction. “Stay here; I’ll be right back; I’ll get us some fuel,” and you see him storming inside the house.

You wait by the side of the door, out of view. He returns to the yard, holding two beer bottles, looking for you. You approach him quietly.

“Gotcha,” you say, kissing his throat.

“Aren’t you a truly frightening little monster?” He chuckles, shaking his head and passing you one of the bottles before starting to drink.

While one of his hands is holding the bottle, the other rests on the top of your shoulder, his thumb soothingly running back and forth.

“Well, as you, a vampire, has bitten me, I’m doomed. I’ll become a vampire too, under your control.”

“Being my vampire for all eternity is such an awful fate?” you ask jokingly.

“Definitely not; I gladly accept it. I’m already yours anyway.” he shrugs.

That would be a perfect moment to confess, but you still struggle to find the words. You take another beer dip from your bottle, hoping this will get you courage, but then you see a boy trying to call Eddie - A customer.

“Your presence is being requested elsewhere, my lord. So go, work while I have fun. I’ll meet you later.” you say while he reluctantly leaves your side.

It takes little time for you to find Nancy, and you both go to the dancefloor. She offers you her red cup filled with the party punch. Soon the pounding music, the cheers, the fun, and the alcohol work their way into your blood, and you can’t suppress your excitement. You and Nancy take turns filling your cups with more punch, and while you know that you both are already drunk, you slow down a bit, but not much, as you are still building up courage.

You waive at Jonathan upon seeing him- He is in his regular clothes, but he came anyway, and you see that he is trying to adjust and make his way through the crowd. Next, Eddie comes into the house, glancing around the party until finding you. He gazes at you longingly as you spin around with your red cup dancing.

He joins you on the dancefloor, and you smile, seeing how feeling him moving close to you, in the same rhythm, seems just right. His hands are holding you by your waist, the warm touch of his skin, and the coldness of his rings, making your heart beat faster and faster with each song you dance together.

You take a moment to turn your head up and drink the rest of the punch in your cup - and you feel a drop of the red punch drink falling out of your mouth, looking like a drop of blood making its way down your neck. Suddenly you feel Eddie licking it, going from your neck all the way up to the side of your mouth.

You need to remind yourself how to breathe, your heart stopping momentarily then picking up again in double time. You see Eddie licking his lips, and you both lock eyes while he strokes his thumb on your cheek. You could close the distance between you. “It would be so easy,” you think, while the idea of just kissing Eddie now takes shape in your mind. No fancy words needed, no explanations, just a simple act, a consequence of love. “Maybe he is thinking the same thing.” you ponder.

“Hey Eddie, my man… your services are needed!” a boy says, pulling Eddie away from you, breaking your trance.

“JESUS H. CHRIST, NOT NOW!” he yells, throwing a tantrum.

“Go, they need you. But be careful.” You nod at him with a smile.

“Behave,” he replies, leaving to follow the boy.

You stay there dancing a bit, looking around, but you don’t find Nancy. You decide to go to the punch bowl and re-fill your cup, happily remembering the moments you just shared with Eddie and thinking this party was a great idea. You were soon to change your mind, however.

You scan the party with your cup halfway to your lips and then notice someone staring at you. Billy. The room is filled with dancers and party-goers, but he pushes his way through the crowd to you without effort. You turn your back to him, but he reaches you before you can run away.

“I finally find you alone.” He says, getting closer to you. What you wouldn’t give to be somewhere else.

Billy was dressed in a leather jacket with no shirt underneath, and he was wet - sweat, beer, maybe a mix of both. You tried to stay back, but he gripped your wrists in his hard hands. You could feel the panic bubbling inside you again, the air suddenly heavier to breathe, your thoughts in a loop inside your head. “Oh no, god, please, help me.”

He stands in front of you, duckling his head so that his eyes are closer to being on the same level as yours. “Look at you… you’re just a sad little creature, aren’t you? Let me take care of you.”

“N-no,” you replied, your voice cracking.

He didn’t care. You tried to remember through your panic the little self-defense you knew to try to free yourself, but keeping his eyes on yours, Billy began to slowly bend his face towards you while one of his hands grabbed the hair behind your head, moving you closer to him as he tries to kiss you.

And your mind registers more than one thing at the same time: you hear Eddie’s voice crying out “No!”, the sound of a bottle falling and breaking on the floor and Billy biting his lips, laughing diabolically. Billy lets go of you, and when you look, you see the back of Eddie’s Dio vest as he turns on his heel without another look at you and disappears through the teenagers.

“Eds! Eds, wait,” you try to call him, pushing people to reach him but unable to move fast enough. You then see Nancy angry and pushing people around, with red punch spilled all over her white sweater. For a moment you are torn between following Eddie or Nancy - and you decide to help Nancy, as you don’t see Steve around and don’t know what happened to her.

“Hey, Nancy, are you ok?” you say when you reach her.

“It’s all wrong, ALL WRONG. How could I let things get to this?” Nancy replied, hugging you.

Then, she pushed you, “I’m sorry, your costume… I need to clean this… excuse me”, and headed to the bathroom. You followed her, but at the door, Steve appeared and asked you to let him handle it.

“You have 5 minutes, Harrington - if it goes sour, I’m coming in!” you say while he thanks you and enters the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

You find Jonathan, who asked what was going on, and Nancy’s answer is still repeating in your head, “It’s all wrong.” Everything was perfect, and then suddenly, it wasn’t. But Nancy would be better soon, and you would find Eddie and explain everything to him. Everything will be ok.

Not everything works the way you hope for.

Nancy storms out of the bathroom, tripping on her feet, and you go after her. “Wait for me!” you shout. All you are doing tonight seems to run to or from people.

As you follow Nancy and reach the backyard, you see Eddie. But it takes only a second for you to see a girl burying her hands in Eddie’s hair. His hands also dig into her hair, pinned to the wall, his tongue down her throat.

Your brows raise incredulously, you freeze in place with shock and feel Jonathan bump into you. “What?” he asks. You take the strength you still have to ask him, “Go after Nancy. Take care of her for me, please?” your voice no louder than a whisper.

As he agrees and leaves, you gasp, biting your lip as you struggle to hold back the tears pricking your eyes. You imagined before that seeing Eddie with someone else would hurt, but not that much. He might as well have just punched you in the chest, as that’s how it feels. As if seeing it had knocked every wisp of air from your lungs, your legs feeling jelly, your stomach dropping, and the sensation of a million needles in your skin simultaneously.

You stand there struggling to inhale, to exhale, to do anything, unable to speak, totally stunned, the images of them kissing being burned within your mind. You think how pathetic you probably look like now, and this gives you the strength to go back inside.

Your walking is wobbly, but you don’t have to walk much to find a quiet spot. Finally, you slump down to the floor and begin to sob, thinking about the girl kissing the lips you dreamed of for so long. Thinking about his hands exploring her body in the same way you wished he would do with you, on how she gets to enjoy everything you wish for but will never have.

While on the cool tile floor, you put your head between your hands, trying to remember how to breathe, murmuring, “I loved you first… I loved you first,” while tears stream down your face as the excruciating pain in your chest increases. Can sadness kill someone?

“Mind if I sit here?” You raise your head to confirm if it was really Steve who asked you that. You shrug and try to use the back of your hands to clear the tears while he sits on the floor next to you.

He stays silent, wanting to respect any space you need. He seems concerned about you but does not dare to say anything.

“Ever fell in love with someone you shouldn’t have fallen in love with?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“Don’t fall in love; there’s just too much to lose.”

“Too late for that.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

You notice that he hasn’t asked you about Nancy. Did he see her leaving? Did he see Jonathan going with her? You don’t know what happened, but now you are worried that maybe you did things worse for him.

“What happened? If you don’t mind me asking, of course. I saw you and Munson tonight… you looked pretty close if you know what I mean”.

“Well, I guess he decided to get closer to somebody else” That was not the whole story, but there was no need to tell Steve everything. “And seeing it shouldn’t have hurt as it did. It shouldn’t have. But, for a moment today, I let my hopes high… I thought… I thought he liked me too.”

“But I was wrong,” you wanted to complete but to admit it was more than you could allow yourself right now. And your line of thought was interrupted by Steve’s burst of laughter.

“Sure, Go ahead, laugh at the girl who loved too much, too easily,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“Oh, c’mon, you can’t say that… have you ever told him you love him?”

“Of course not, Steve!”

“See, that’s your mistake; your timing was off. You should have told him.”

He was starting to get on your nerves. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mister know-it-all, when it’s the best time to say that you love someone then?”

“Before somebody else does, duh!”

The situation, his response, everything was so stupidly out of place that you laughed too. So maybe you were going crazy, and this was just a symptom. So does that mean that Steve is crazy too? Upon looking at him, you could see that even though he was laughing, he had a heartbroken look.

“And what about you?” you asked, wondering if he would tell you what was wrong.

“It’s simple. My relationship was bullshit. I am bullshit. Nancy does not love me.” He paused. “Her words, not mine,” he added, staring at the ceiling.

Ouch. That was hard. You tried to think what would be worst, seeing Eddie with another girl as just happened or hearing him saying the exact words that Nancy told Steve. Unfortunately, love is on nobody’s side today.

“Life is complicated.”

“And girls are cruel,” Steve said under his breath.

You wondered if Eddie thought that you were kissing Billy, that you wanted Billy for yourself. Would he think something so utterly absurd as this? You haven't told him what Billy did, what happened, even with uncle Wayne insisting you should do it. You wish you had heard him. Does Eddie believe that you are just another cruel girl like Steve thinks? Wouldn’t he know that you want him and only him?

Then you remember what Steve mentioned: You never told Eddie how you felt. Did you have to? You never asked him how he felt, so you are not sure. Maybe he doesn’t even care about you, and you let yourself create expectations about something that would never happen. Perhaps it was not meant to be. It was a dream, nothing more than that, and that dream was taken away from you.

“Well, that’s it; I’ll go outside for a bit,” you say.

“Wait, what? What are you going to do outside?”

“Cry, of course.”

“Not on my watch, little lady! Wait here” Steve stood up and left.

It was hard to see him go - you have just now noticed how he helped distract you from your pain. But he quickly came back with two cups of punch. The dammed punch that caused so much trouble for both of you tonight.

“A toast… to those who want but can’t have... And to those who had and want to forget.”

You clink your cups and drink slowly as if you would drown your sorrows in the drink or let it drown you so you wouldn’t feel anything anymore. So you stand there in silence a little longer until Steve nudges you. “C’mon, let me take you home.”

He wraps his arms around you and helps you get back on your feet. None of you is in the mood to listen to music or to talk more as he drives you home. When you arrive, you notice that Eddie’s van is not there. He has yet to come back home. You wonder if he is still out there with that girl.

“Hey, I just want you to know… you are not just Nancy’s friend to me… you are my friend too. I’m here if you need anything.”

If anyone told you before that Steve would be standing by your side helping you deal with your heartbreak, you would never believe them. But it happened.

“Thank you, Steve. I mean it,” you tell him as you climb out of his passenger seat, trying to infuse your voice with gratitude before heading inside your home.

As you put your head on the pillow to try to sleep, you want to forget everything that happened, scared of facing what the next day will bring. You keep repeating what you would like to ask Eddie if you could, as a mantra, while you try to fall asleep:

“Please, please, don’t fall in love with her.”

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Notes: Let me say it: I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY for this chapter! I didn't want anything bad to happen, they were supposed to have a great time, but the writing wasn't working; I don't know why and as I was taking this sad path, the story kept flowing, and this is what I got so far. I'm still at a table with both reader and Eddie, drinking a beer and asking them what the hell they want from me and why they are doing this to my poor heart xD

Anyway, I'll keep writing the story and see how this goes - writing has been a great distraction to me, and I'm happy to be putting this story out, even though it's not that great 😂❤️ Thank you for reading! As usual, feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments... are appreciated and mean the world to me! 🥰

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Love is a Cold Bowl of Soup (Part Two)

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I've been working on this one for a bit. I hope you enjoy!! Thanks to Monsoon-of-Art for the beta! Don't want to read it on Tumblr? I have it on AO3! The most recent chapter is not up just yet, but it will be soon.

Summary: Akari's been tasked to find some ingredients for soup and learns to ask for help from the people in her life.

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“Professor?”

She knocked at the half ajar door, twisting the hem of her tunic in anticipation and gnawing on the corner of her lip. Laventon’s merry summons almost alleviated her anxiety… Almost.

Akari swallowed and pushed through the doors, shutting them quietly behind her as she saw the professor at the hearth. There’s the smell of freshly baked bread in the air - Rei had already stopped by with his offerings before making his own speedy getaway.

The smell is heavenly, especially when compared to some of the professor’s past food experiments, and Akari willingly parts with her own collection. Laventon smiled wide and gave her a little encouraging nod to sit. He asked how her hunting went over his shoulder as he began his preparations, Akari fidgeting in place as she murmured that it was fine.

He was speaking idly but she wasn’t really listening, the room was warm, and the armchair overstuffed and comfortable. She didn’t mean to be rude when she asked,

“I’m… I’m going to take a nap. Is that okay?”

“Oh! Of course, my dear. You must be exhausted from collecting all my ingredients for me. By all means.”

She closed her eyes, listening to him hum softly as he works, the wooden spoon clattering against the side of the pot every so often and the crunch of vegetable matter being sliced into easily with a sharp knife. The ambient noise from within the hall and the cooking sounds did eventually lure her overactive mind into sleep.

Her heart was stuck in her throat. She had no idea how to broach the topic she so desperately wanted to talk about. How does one bring up such fears and concerns organically? How could she be totally honest with Laventon? Instead of answering that, she chooses to close her eyes and mull it over in the dark, but not getting very far before sleep claimed her. Blissfully, her sleep was dreamless, Cresselia offering her a silent blessing this afternoon.

She stirred to the sound of voices many hours later. She didn’t open her eyes just yet. The professor was talking with a man and a woman, the familiar voices of the captain and the warden were a little surprising to hear.

Ingo was usually willing to indulge the professor in all his new culinary experiments, too polite to refuse the professor’s kind invitation when everyone else was running for the hills. The captain being here was a bit surprising.

Captain Cyllene had written off the professor’s cooking to be hazardous material. The conversation was idle, the professor asking the captain about the most recent reports she had been filing, which clued Akari into the fact that at least the captain hadn’t been there long.

“A few massive mass outbreaks up in the highlands. There’s been a bit more active up there recently. It’s a pity that Akari just left the area. If I had gotten to this report sooner, I would have asked her to extend her stay.”

The girl almost sat bolt upright. She rarely heard the captain refer to her by name! But what was that she was saying? There were more massive outbreaks up in the highlands. That’s what the captain had said. Akari hadn’t seen Mai and her Munchlax in the area, and they usually lingered by the basecamps stationed up there.

There was always a possibility that Mai was hanging out with Melli in the Moonview Arena, she hadn’t really gone that far up the mountain to find out. The closer she reached the summit, the heavier the impending sense of dread weighed on her young shoulders. They were calling to her and she was ignoring their call.

That’s why she had come to the professor. She needed to talk to someone, even if she had her doubts and her worries. She simply could not bear this weight alone… But in front of the captain and Ingo? There was no way.

She felt a bubble of shame rising in her sternum. These were people she trusted, right? These three more than all the others. She was glad she was facing toward the cushion because her fingers curled tightly into fists as she tried to mentally tackle this predicament.

She had psyched herself up to talk to the professor, not the other two. Laventon and Ingo had at least seen her breakdown like this, they had done their best to comfort her, but Captain Cyllene? Nope. Never. Certainly not today.

Akari would fabricate any excuse not to cry in front of her captain. She did not want the captain to perceive her as weak. That thought – that one in particular, felt completely unbearable. So, she shifted in her “sleep” and the conversation continued.

“I have no doubt Akari would go back if you asked her to, Cyllene.”

Whoa! Did the professor just refer to the captain by name?

“Yes, Akari is a very diligent young woman. I know she would go back if I asked.”

The captain replied, Akari could hear the rustle of pages and the scratch of pen on paper. The captain was still in the process of annotating some report or editing a memo to be distributed amongst Galaxy Team. And she called Akari diligent.

Akari shifted again, now that she was awake, it was hard to ignore the ache in her limbs from sleeping all curled up. Her foot felt staticky tucked away under her knee and it was getting hard to ignore the feeling. If she kept shifting, it would become apparent to the adults in the room that she was awake. She didn’t want them to think she was being nosy.

Especially after the captain of all people had sung her praise.

“What do you make of it, warden? The highlands have been abuzz with activity. Have you ever seen anything like it?”

“No, this is quite unusual. All the rain is wreaking havoc though. The natural erosion of the cliffs and slopes in the highlands has been accelerated. The number of mudslides in the past month is alarming. Warden Melli and I have had quite the time trying to clear boulders for safe passage.”

That startled Akari a little bit, she had been wondering why Ingo seemed wearier than usual. He was taking more frequent trips to and from the highlands. The girl’s heart only sank lower as he continued on a drawn-out breath.

“We’ve had a few instances of Pokémon being caught up in landslides. A few of the Ginkgo Guild were severely delayed in a shipment of supplies up to the settlement. A delivery of some much-needed medical herbs and supplies. There’s been a nasty bout of dysentery from a bad crop of sand radish.”

“You should have said something sooner, warden. Galaxy Team could have offered help in clearing the debris. We could have dispatched a team from the Medical Corp to assist your clan.”

The captain’s reply, while a little curt, still held notes of concern. Laventon made a sympathetic noise over hearth. He asked Ingo if the clan was okay.

“Thankfully nothing too serious. Ginter wisely sent a few of the guild by Staraptor to the icelands. Once Sabi found out, there was no stopping her and Lord Braviary. Lady Irida was very grateful. So, the concern is appreciated captain, but the situation was under control.”

Although Akari couldn’t see his face, she could hear the gratitude in the cadence of his words. It was the easiest way to tell what Ingo was thinking at any given point. The captain and the professor collectively breathed a sigh of relief at this news, but the discussion of the strange occurrences in the highlands continued.

In listening to the captain telling them about the abnormal amount of massive mass outbreaks with more and more alpha Pokémon gathering during those storms and all the damage those storms had wrought to the inhabitants of highlands, Akari realized the ramifications of her inaction. She would not heed the call and they were starting to get impatient. One of their hundred hands subtly weaving a narrative that grew harder for her to ignore.

Come find me. Face me.

Do not ignore me.

A frightened gasp almost made it past her lips. She muffled it by clamping her mouth tight shut. She was to blame for all of this. What if people in Pearl Clan had died? What if there had been a nasty blizzard in the icelands that prevented the Staraptors and their riders from reaching their destination? How many Pokémon had lost their homes or had had their lives disrupted thanks to a massive landslide or a horde of invasive alphas?

How many would needlessly suffer until she did what Arceus had asked – no, demanded of her?

Ascend the mountain. Return to Spear Pillar. Play the azure flute… Then what? Would they just appear? Or would she find herself in a place outside of time and space, like she had in her fight against Dialga? She didn’t know. And that alone was frightening.

“Warden, would you be so kind as to throw that blanket over Akari?”

There was the creak of an armchair and Akari did her absolute best not to freeze or look any different than she had a moment ago, she did not want to arouse suspicion. The blanket in question was already warm, most likely it was the afghan that the professor’s mother had knit for him that usually hung over the back of the armchair Ingo had just gotten up from.

It smelled fresh and clean as Ingo draped it over her, tugging it over her frame and tucking it around her. Akari didn’t expect Ingo to gently pat her head before the man and seat groaned in protest as he resumed his place.

The gesture was unexpectedly tender. Moreso than Akari’s poor heart could manage. It took everything in her power not to burst into sobs, but her shoulders quaked with the effort.

“Dear me… Still shaking.”

A few footsteps across the carpeted floor and then the rustle of cloth before something else was draped over her. Something toasty warm. The professor’s lab coat. She was sure of it. Laventon made a comment about how he shouldn’t have had her out all day looking for ingredients.

“She’ll appreciate the soup when it’s done, Amaranth.”

Amaranth? She had never heard the captain refer to Laventon as anything other than professor. Was that really his first name?

“I hope so. I think everyone will like this recipe. It came from Kalos this time!”

The professor moved back to the hearth with Ingo questioning him on his technique and the captain breathing an audible sigh of relief. A milk-based soup, the professor explained. All the ingredients needed to be chopped up finely. The only issue was that many of the ingredients needed to be locally sourced unless the professor wanted to pay an arm and a leg for enough soup to share.

It should be fine, he assured the duo, even if it seemed like he was doing his best to reassure himself. All of the ingredients he had Akari retrieve were all medicinal in nature, how would that affect the nature of the soup? Cyllene seemed to be of the same mind as Akari.

“You don’t think the medicinal leeks will change the flavor?”

The wooden spoon stopped clanging against the side of the stockpot. The professor’s response was not reassuring, but he stumbled through an optimistic dismount.

“We should never let the unknown change our curious natures, eh captain?”

Captain Cyllene scoffed quietly from her own armchair and rifled through her papers, clearly not of the same mind but, for whatever reason, willing to indulge him at least one last time.

It was then that Akari chose to wake up. She tried to make it convincing, mumbling a little sound and twisting out of her position in a big stretch. A held breath escaped her as her tightened limbs relaxed, Akari stared up at the ceiling with the eyes of three silent adults on her. The breath turned into a yawn, yanking the afghan up and over her face.

“Sleep well, Akari?”

She nodded her covered head in response to Laventon’s chipper greeting. The whole tone of the room changed. The captain mumbled a polite greeting and Ingo made an effort to keep his voice lowered, the excitement detectable as he addressed the girl.

He, like the professor, loved to engage Akari in conversation. Especially if that conversation was about Pokémon! Akari, however, still felt quite unsettled from the overheard conversation.

Her responses to the warden were mechanical. Her expression mask-like, mostly to placate the adults in the room. When was she going to rejoin him at the training grounds for more battles? Soon, she assured him. Very soon. Anything to avoid going back to the highlands.

Anything to avoid the looming presence of god over her shoulder. She shifted her gaze to the floor as Ingo turned his attention momentarily to the professor, asking him some questions about his home region. Akari could hear the voice in her head. Booming like the warden’s. Authoritative like the captain’s. Familiar like the professor’s.

Do not ignore me, chosen.

And what if she did? She squeezed her eyes tight shut. What would they do that they haven’t already done? What additional misery could possibly befall her for ignoring Arceus over and over again?

Her phone rang.

“What was that?”

Everyone heard it. It was impossible not to. The captain hadn’t seen the phone before, so she had no way of knowing what the sound was. Ingo had seen her use the phone once or twice, thinking little of it except that it looked faintly familiar but knowing the sound was usually associated with something to Akari. Laventon had seen her use it many times. He didn’t know its purpose, but he knew it was quite helpful to Akari and her surveying. The girl stood up abruptly, eyes wide and all the color drained from her face in an instant.

“P-Professor, I forgot something in my quarters for the soup!”

Terrible diversion. Absolutely atrocious. Akari did not care at that instant. She needed to get out of there. Laventon looked at her initially with confusion, only for it to change a split second later because he could tell something was gravely wrong with the girl.

“Akari?”

His voice was so kind, but she could not stop herself from flinching. Extricating herself from the coat and blanket, she dumped them unceremoniously on the armchair. She could feel all eyes on her. It was enough to make her skin crawl. It was enough to bring the smallest pinpricks of tears to her eyes.

“My girl, what’s the matter? You’ve gotten all my ingredients.”

Laventon was rushing forward to intercept her as Akari tried to beat a hasty retreat. To her dismay, he caught her at the door. She had grabbed the door handle that the professor had broken ages ago and was too embarrassed to ask to have it fixed. She closed her fingers tightly around the broken handle, unwilling to let go as he tried to coax her back to her chair.

Her phone rang again.

“Recruit, what is that noise?”

The captain’s curt and professional tone felt too much like a slap, it wrung a gasp from Akari that hurt her lungs. Keenly aware of Akari’s distress, Laventon and Ingo attempted to do a little damage control on the teenager’s behalf. Their excuses, however, were not much better than her diversion. Ingo being an atrocious liar and Laventon being mildly terrified of the captain and her potential ire.

“Akari, what was that noise?”

Captain Cyllene silenced the two men with a look, Ingo ducking his head and hiding beneath the brim of his hat and Laventon shying away from Akari like being in close proximity to the distressed surveyor would somehow upset the captain faster. The teenager stared blankly at the door.

Her options were limited and her heart slammed against her ribcage like a Starly breaking through some thick underbrush with that knowledge. She flinched again when her superior said her name.

Why did she have to sound so much like her mom?

That was what broke her. The thought of her mom and just how disappointed she would be in her in this instant.

Akari knew Captain Cyllene was not her mom. Not even close. Her mom was her number one fan. Rooted for her when she attempted the gym challenges and decided to stop after the third gym badge. Cheered her on from the bleachers as she dolled up Glameow for contests and just couldn’t find that spark of magic that had caught her mother’s interest. Comforted her daughter when she thought she was doomed to mediocrity because Akari just couldn’t find something she loved passionately.

Cyllene was not her mom. She was distant. She was careful not to get too close to any of her subordinates. She did not show favoritism… But she still gave Akari the benefit of the doubt when the odds seemed stacked against her. And to Akari, that was the closest thing to motherly affection she had had in nearly two years. Of course it broke her.

The closest thing she had to a mother figure was upset with her.

The captain was quite shocked to witness the girl slump into the door, sobbing uncontrollably and blubbering incoherently. She had seen Akari upset before, heartbroken and aggrieved as she was shunted out from the only place she had to call home, and cut off from the people who meant the most to her.

Cyllene wasn’t blind to his blatant unfairness, but she believed in the commander – that, however, that was a step too far. She could understand the commander’s logic, that did not mean that his judgment was fair.

She had done what she could for Akari, she helped her in secret to get her Pokémon to her out of the pastures – even the bugs. The teenager had gotten through it all without shedding a single tear in front of her, so what could possibly have broken her?

Laventon was at her side in an instant, his heart aching as he put an arm around her and tried to deduce the problem as Akari wept more openly than he had ever seen before. He asked her in a hushed tone, trying to get her to take a deep breath, trying to get her to calm down in the slightest, but all she seemed to be able to do was sag into him when he was close enough.

Ingo was on her other side. He knew from past experience that Akari did not like an audience when she got like this. Even if the captain wouldn’t like it, even if she found his actions to be out of order, he was going to get Akari out of there. He said her name gently in her other ear, hand covering hers and attempting to pry her hand loose from the door handle.

“I can escort you to a safe station if you wish. Somewhere quiet. Just give me the signal, Miss Akari.”

“Warden, I asked her a question.”

“I’m afraid the question will have to wait, captain. As you can see, my passenger is in no condition to be answering much of anything. Passenger safety is of the highest priority, so we will return when this derailment has been assessed and put back on its tracks.”

Her brow furrowed, a retort on her tongue for this supreme insubordination from the warden, but more importantly, from Akari. The girl was so distraught that she would not answer her captain and that, admittedly, shocked Cyllene more than she cared to admit.

Laventon exchanged a quick look with the warden over her head. Ingo didn’t move his head or say a word, his gray eyes just flicked momentarily in Cyllene’s direction and Laventon knew what he was being asked to do. Obviously, Akari was not going to get away with not answering her captain, but she was not currently able to do much beyond sobbing.

The professor moved between subordinate and superior, standing up to his full height and saying with an authoritative quiver,

“Cyllene, please. Let her rest. Whatever answer she gives you right now wouldn’t be very satisfactory. Give her some time to recover her faculties, eh?”

He withered under her intense gaze, but he could tell she had relented when Ingo had said something. Behind him the door had already opened and shut softly, the muffled sounds of Akari’s crying fading from the hall.

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shoegazingmonad · 3 months

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Classpecting the Candy / Omega kids

I've been hellbent on trying to classpect these 4 kids and after spending hours analysing every scene each kid appears in, the narration and anything used to describe them, and their conversations I believe I may have finally reached a conclusion for all 4 of them. Here's the fruits of the most arduous labour I've ever been put through in the form of a huge ol' text post then, I guess!

Tavros Crocker

Tavvy's currently my favourite and he's the one who started this classpecting spree so I'm going with him first.

At surface level he isn't visibly a very angry or aggressive kid like Rage would suggest, but the first time we see him in HS2 is when he's having to bother with Gamzee's corpse which leads to him screaming, kicking and punching his corpse and then feeling something he 'refuses to call fear' that, based on the description, seems to be some kind of repressed anger. Also in a similarity not-so-visible at first kind of way, he's a little chaotic unintentionally (or passively). It doesn't appear as the large scale destructive chaos Gamzee causes, instead it comes across as him simply being clumsy like when he breaks a jester on accident in John's house and gets Gamzee's shoe stuck on him which causes them all to fall in the school. Despite being a very orderly and passive person (thanks to his upbringing) he's shown enjoying a little bit of chaos and feels somewhat comfortable in the presence of confident people who actively cause it like Vriska.

Even at Tavvy's first appearance in the Epilogues at age 5, he's incredibly intuitive and pacifistic but whenever he's shown trying to pacify or reason (which comes off as very meddling adjacent) with another character it only makes them more angry, sad, confused or scared / worried, in a way that would suggest he 'Makes Rage' for others like how a Sylph of Rage would. There're a few instances where he makes 'rage', like Harry's birthday party in which it's said 'John's heart wrenches at the sigh of him (Tavvy)' and John tries to kidnap him because he pities his cruel homelife and wants to help Jake out, but he ends up so mad his breath powers destroy the room. It isn't always rage as extreme as that though, sometimes it's made in the way he's viewed as a wimpy loser by people like Harry, or when he tries to understand and explain why a person may be feeling unhappy or stressed about an event or the situation they're in (often with Vrissy). Over analysing and explaining people's feelings or words is a pretty big part of his character and it's one that makes the Sylph part terribly obvious.

However we've yet to see much hatred towards lying as described in the Extended Zodiac definition. He doesn't agree with his Mother's wrong and cruel views on trolls, even though he grew up pretty sheltered and probably should've picked those views up. He also understands Gamzee isn't a good person despite the attempts to instill otherwise through the whole 'redemption arc' propaganda, so maybe he simply notices lies easier than other people do and / or leans more towards just explaining / passively combating misinformation rather than committing to the destruction of it thanks to his nature as a Sylph? Gonna have to wait to get more on this it seems.

Harry Anderson Egbert

Harry's probably the one that took the least amount of time for me to get the gist of what he was about because taking his time (like a Thief of Time) is apparently what he does best. It, like time in general, is brought up constantly with him. He mentions atomic clocks the first time we see him, he takes too long talking to Vriska, Tavros finds him typically 'slow to respond', when he's trying to choose his strife specibus he struggles a little with the time limit, he has a car ride with John and apologises for how long it took for him to be done, in her recent appearance Vrissy mentions he 'can't go five minutes without pestering her over something', and his morning routine suggests he takes his time tending to his appearance. Though just time in general isn't the only thing associated with the aspect, in his conversation with Tavvy at night he asks 'what does it feel like to know someone who's died?', and death is another reocurring theme with Time.

He's a fan of remakes of old earth movies (remaking a movie involves taking the idea / liberties for yourself) and enjoys making costumes. Though the cloth, needles and stitching could suggest he's a space player as we've seen them take a particular interest in clothing / fashion, or things like the 'fabric of space', this could be because the opposite of a Thief of Time (someone who steals time for themself) is a Knight of Space (someone who serves space for others). But the costumes he makes take up most of his 'free time', and his sewing machine was given to him at 10 to stop him borrowing Roxy's all the time. In his little scarf sequence he's also shown wearing a scarf that looks Hephaestus themed, which is the Denizen of Dave's planet and presumably the Denizen associated with time players.

Almost everything about this guy screams 'Time' to the point I'm questioning whether they're making it super obvious to throw people off.

Though an issue I have with the Time aspect specifically here is that it wouldn't fit the 'aspects we haven't seen in the beta and alpha kids' trend we've got going on with the others. Mind/Rage/Blood/Doom but instead it's Mind/Rage/Blood/Time? Might make more sense in the future if there's any additions to the group to make up for that.

Yiffany Longstocking Lalonde Harley

Funnily enough, Yiffy, the kid we've seen the least of so far and haven't even gotten any proper dialogue from was still somehow way easier for me to classpect than Vrissy, the first kid we see and the one with the most appearances.

Bards, as Calliope (seemingly correctly, based on what we've seen of them) states, are a 'wildcard' with a spontaneous story-altering influence who can cause the 'spectacular downfall' or 'improbable victory' of the group. Bard of Mind would loosely mean 'someone who allows logic / mind to be destroyed or invites destruction through logic / mind', and from what we've seen of our new dog kid they sure do manage to bring about victory through the destruction of logic / the logic they impose because of their existence!

Their entire existence is quite literally an anti-logic bomb due to their creation, life, and character being a product of the Candy timeline's slow disintegration into nothingness now that there's no more narrator or space cherub looking after it. They're a character who shouldn't and couldn't exist if we're to consider the rules of canon, but they do and they kick ass because of it! Candy Jane, the fascist dictator billionaire baker baroness who seems to practically own or rule over everything that's within Candy Earth C puts them in a shock collar with enough volts to immobilize or kill - and they still get up and desecrate a shitty other-bards funeral, all whilst the panels of them show jolts of electricity with similar colour and shape to Terezi's mind powers!

Jane even starts listing all of the reasons Yiffy shouldn't be acting up during their revolt; from the assistance she'd given their parents, to what Rose and Jade would think of them if they saw them behaving like this, and that she has agents ready to deal with them if she continues. But Yiffy doesn't listen to a single one of them. They simply growl, slap the remote out of her hand, and proceed to boot Gamzee's corpse into the crowd. The logic and reasoning others try to apply to situations is something they blatantly disregard.

Also, steering into the aforementioned Terezi and Mind aspect territory here; when Terezi is discussing with Ult Dirk about how she's able to see his narration and why Rose can't despite also being a Seer, she tells him aspects that oppose eachother (e.g. Heart and Mind) 'define each other on a fundamental level', seemingly allowing the opposing aspects to pick up on the presence of the other better than non-opposing ones would. And the only mention of Yiffy by someone outside of the Candy timeline is when Dirk is messaging Hussie and it leads to a tangent about the implications and him saying 'her very existence feels like broken glass screeching over my frontal lobe' which would be a pretty fitting description for how he views another Destroyer class with the Mind aspect as a Destroyer of Heart.

Vriska Maryam-Lalonde

I've been struggling with Vrissy for a while now but since her reveal there's been this consistent 'I know a guy' theme for her that I don't think could mean anything besides Blood. Mage though? Not as sure as I am with her aspect considering we barely have any strict definitions for them compared to any other classes thanks to the lack of their presence in Homestuck. I do think that she's some kind of knowledge class though, and luckily we've got a Blood version of the Mage's accompanying knowledge-based class the Seer; Kankri. And comparing him to her, she doesn't actively participate in seeking out knowledge in the same way he and other Seers do, instead it looks like knowledge of her aspect comes to her more naturally like Doom does for Sollux and Heart does for Meulin.

Her first appearance in the epilogues is the scene where her and Harry are meeting up. They kiss, and Harry has to wipe a bit of blood off of his mouth. Vrissy proceeds to bring up Meenah and Karkat's relationship (which I'm gonna bring up again later), hinting at her affinity for close bonds between people.

The first time we get to see her in Homestuck 2 is when she's interacting with Vriska, who's a Thief of Light and not a Blood player or Mage, but she literally shares her blood colour and upon meeting her she immediately tries to befriend / form a bond with her. The scene that comes before this conversation, is one that involves her interrupting Vriska in the midst of the most blatant depiction of 'bonding' we could get (bonds being a huge part of Blood as an aspect) aka, sex.

Out of everything in Vrissy's life, it's reiterated that she thinks her relationships with others are the most practical and important part of it. Like Tavvy, her kismesis. He should have a typical tempestuous blackrom relationship with her, but they still genuine care about eachother enough that she feels like she 'can't lose him'. She trusts that he won't tattle on her and Tavvy knows that despite her cool indifferent front she's got some troubles of her own and tries his best to understand them. And in the same scene in the previous link, Tavvy also hints at Vrissy's frustration towards bonds being broken, specifically in reference to a 'mutual' bond online that he assumes is a 'sacred bond of trust'. Her matespritship with Harry is also very stable, and whenever they interact there's clearly mutual care and reliance on eachother even when we see some screw ups or arguing from either of them. Her friendship with Vriska is all good at first too, but she quickly realises that Vriska isn't trying to form a genuine mutual connection with her as much as she's trying to create a student of her likeness so she can feel smug about it.

Focusing a little bit more on the Mage part here, the scene where Jade and Rose inform the others in the tower about Yiffany; Vrissy and Kanaya are the only ones agitated and she mentions later in her texts with Tavvy that she feels like she was the only one who was mad about not knowing Yiffy existed, and for a Mage of Blood (a role dedicated to knowing about relations), learning you somehow weren't aware of a close blood relative like a half-sister must be infuriating.

Other general Classpect stuff

Anyway now that I've got all of the main reasons for why I think those kids are what Classpects; I just want to bring up the interactions between the 4 of them and characters outside of their friendgroup, parents, Vriska and how they might correlate to them.

Starting with Tavvy, currently his significant interactions with other characters have been with Gamzee, a Rage player, in the Epilogues and Kanaya, our only Sylph on Earth C.

Harry's not had too many important interactions with anyone outside the group, but when he's texting Vrissy at night he says he went to get some water but the adults were discussing something and he didn't want to interrupt. This scene is after the Yiffy reveal and John finds out about Dave's death when talking with Jade at some point we don't get to see directly, but according to Harry the conversation they were having seemed quite serious, so that could've been when they were discussing Dave. And besides Aradia, Dave was our only other time player on Earth C. He's previously had quite a few positive interactions with Dave as well, shown in Candy 23. There's also another interesting (and too specific for me to disregard) comment from Meenah about her going to Harry Anderson's birthday party, perhaps hinting at him as a Thief. However John has a lengthy conversation with Sollux, who has apparently been getting to know Roxy which could suggest he might be Doom if we consider that they're both Harry's parents?

Vrissy's meeting with Vriska should mean some kind of link with her as a Thief / Light player but so far she doesn't have any Thief of Light traits at all. Returning to Vrissy's first conversation with Harry in the Epilogues, the one where says that her and Harry could run away and join the rebellion and be 'wild rebels in love, like Karkat and Meenah', her comparison of their relationship to another between a Knight of Blood and a Thief of Life could imply that either of them share a aspect / class with one of those two; which I'm guessing would be Blood for Vrissy and Thief for Harry, because Harry says he doesn't have the 'rebellious stature of someone like Karkat' and he jokes about how he couldn't lose an eye like Karkat did, leading to a retort from Vrissy claiming she'll be the one with the eye patch. 7 chapters after this she actually informs Harry that she got a place in Karkat's rebellion thanks to her parents (who aren't blood related to her but she trusts and relies heavily on them like she does others). There doesn't seem to be any specific interactions for the Mage part as of now though.

And as I already stated earlier, Yiffy's linked with Gamzee (our only Bard) due to her presence at his funeral and the electric lighting we see from the collar used on them has a similar colour + shape to Mind abilities we've previously seen with Terezi, which is pretty much the best we can get with no Mind player available on Candy Earth C.

The last possible hints I'd like to bring up are weapons. We only know 2 out of 4 right now but Vrissy uses a pair of dice bound to each other and Harry uses what is arguably the slowest cutting weapon we've seen in all of Homestuck so far, a pair of scissors, which can also be to 'steal' things when used to cut off part of something you need for yourself.

That's all I've got. Took so much skimming between the Epilogues and HS2 but this was pretty fun and I'm looking forward to getting more on the kids and their classpects. I might end up adding more onto this at a later date when we're more well-informed and have a lot more text to make use of but as of now I'm done with this

#This took WAY too long you guys don't even know. Procrastinated like crazy over it for ages #“That was the most torturous span of my life. I shan't ever write about post-canon ever AGAIN" I say to myself clutching my desk #Then I proceed to continue with my HS2 shenanigans because I'm a liar and I'm obviously sick in the head about this webcomic #homestuck 2 #hs:bc #homestuck beyond canon #omega kids #candy kids #vrissy maryam lalonde #tavros crocker #tavvy crocker #harry anderson egbert #yiffany longstocking lalonde harley #ruby harlonde #classpect #The Tags harvest was bountiful it seems. good lord #ramblings #arts and such

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i-need-entertainment · 2 years

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I love you, all of you

Premise: just some comfort for OCD/intrusive thoughts/anxious thoughts :)

Warnings: intrusive thoughts, talk of obsessions/compulsions, anxious thoughts/feelings, a little angst but your favorite male character is here to make the bad times just a little bit better :)

Character: None! I left ones I think fit this the best at the bottom, but you can insert literally any male character into this fic. I do refer to whoever 'he' is as your husband.

You stopped moving. Your hand froze mid-air as your heart rate picked up speed and your senses began to dull. All you could see was the cup you had placed in the open cupboard. All you could hear was the pounding of your pulse in your ears. It wasn’t right. That cup, its placement, it’s off. It needs to move. Right now.

You take a deep breath. You know what’s happening, it’s the same thing that’s been happening for years now- as long as you can remember. ‘It’s just an intrusive thought…it doesn’t mean anything..it’s just a stupid cup..’ you took another deep breath and closed the cupboard, turning on your heel to walk away-

And you froze again.

In a fit of frustration and fear you turned again, opened the cabinet door and moved the cup to switch places with another cup.

The feeling faded, you closed the cabinet door and turned around. The feeling was gone, the anxiety was gone, and you felt your senses go back to normal. No longer feeling the hair sticking up on the back of your neck, or your shoulders tense.

But the frustration lingered.

‘It’s just a cup…moving it doesn’t even do anything! Why can’t I ignore it? Why can’t I just be like everybody else..?’ You shakily sighed as you turned once again to leave the kitchen flinching when you noticed your husband standing in the archway.

“...Intrusive thought?” You shook your head, “...compulsion too.” He slowly nodded, walking over to the kettle to start the hot water so he could make you a cup of tea; something to recenter yourself and calm your nerves.

“The cups again?” His tone was understanding- not full of pity or false understanding. It was genuine, normal. He didn’t treat you like a freak, like some not-right, abnormal thing that couldn’t even control its own thoughts-

You huffed a short laugh, “yeah…the cups..again.”

Your husband knew all about your OCD, probably more than anyone else on this earth ever would. He knew what you went through every day; with the intrusive thoughts, the obsessions, the compulsions. The feelings of inferiority and inadequacy. The inevitable feelings of dread of knowing it will never go away- it’ll be there forever.

He knew, and he wanted to help in anyway he could. He wanted nothing more than to make the thoughts go away, to make the pain fade and scars heal. But he knew that he couldn’t. He could, however, comfort you and be there to listen whenever you needed it.

He knew he couldn’t fix it but he didn’t need to. He loved you; all of you. He loved you for your little ‘quirks’, habits and rituals.

He loved you through all of the pain and all of the sleepless nights- Nights where he would wake up to you sitting up in bed, staring out the window trying to erase the thoughts from your mind, simultaneously wanting to sleep and being terrified of it.

He loved all of you, and if all he could do was hold you close, be your rock- your anchor to peace and quiet. That’s exactly what he was going to do. You didn’t have to explain yourself to him, to justify why exactly you had to count every time you went up/down the stairs, or wash your hands a certain amount of times or the plethora of other things your mental illness made you do. Because he loves all of you, and over his dead body will he ever let you forget that.

Washio, Kita, Omimi, iwaizumi, Aone, Kuroo, Sakusa, Tomioka, Tengen, Himejima, Sanemi, Muto, Mitsuya, Inui, Kokonoi, kakucho, Nozel, Fuegoleon, Marx, Zora, noritoshi, nanami, yuta

Zap here, I wrote this because I suffer from OCD and lately have been having a rough time mentally. I wrote this in hopes of helping my fellow simps who go through OCD as well. I actually wasn't going to post it because I really just wrote it for myself LOL. But if this can be of some comfort to someone else, I want it to! Put in your favorite volleyball pro, demon slayer, delinquent, curse exorciser, WHOEVER. OCD sucks, so lets hope to it sucking just a little bit less.

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adrianasunderworld · 8 months

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The Case of Evillina Crowley

Basically this is part of the Crowley family drama with @marrondrawsalot and her oc brother for Dire, Dival Crowley.

Well over a century and a half ago, Dire Crowley met a human woman named Viella. She was a skilled apothecary and healer in her town. She found out about his previous work for the fairest queen and hired him out for help to find special herbs to use in her practice. The two fell in love and soon had a daughter named Evillina.

Evillina grew into a lovely and sweet girl. She had a healers heart and wanted to be like her mother and run their family's apothecary shop. The girl loved plants and nature and learning all it had to offer. Including a darker fascination in poisons and carnivorous plants. But even so, she was beloved by her parents and the townsfolk for her kind and gentle nature.

One day Dire returned home to find Viella distraught, the sun had gone down and their then twelve year old daughter had not returned home from playing in the forest. Dire and the villagers combed the woods for his child, but she was never found. He searched high and low for her, but there was no sign of Evillina or any remains. He and Viella never had any other children. Dire stayed with her until she passed many years later. He took all the keepsakes from his wife and daughter and moved on from that town.

Meanwhile in Briar Valley, Dires brother, Dival, returned from his travels abroad with a young girl in tow. When asked, Dival explained that this was his illegitimate daughter, Daphne. Her human mother had recently passed. Daphne had supposedly suffered a head injury in the incident that killed her mother, and the whole ordeal was too painful to talk about, so please refrain from asking her too many questions so as not to upset her. The queen and other nobles accepted this explanation and now Lord Crowley finally had an heir after many years.

Lilia did not trust Dival and made it a point to talk to the girl whenever he could. He noted that she was clever and seemed to know much about plants and seemd fascinated with the royal gardens. On the outside and to all the court, Dival was a doting father that spared no expense for his only daughter. But behind closed doors he could not be more disinterested in being a father. He either ignored her or scorned her for her human heritage. Often telling Daphne to make herself useful by doing housework and seldom letting her out, not wanting her to dine with him unless there was guests, otherwise she would eat alone or with the servants.

The main thing Dival cared about when it came to Daphne though is her prodigy levels of knowledge of potions and poisons. Dival saw a tool to use. So Daphne became the Court Poisoner of Briar Valley. Any threats Dival saw to the crown or his position he would set his daughter upon. Besides Lilia and the rest of Diasomnia, most of the court learned to fear the name of Daphne Crowley.

Dire over the years had heard from one of his aunts that he had a niece. Dire was long since estranged from his twin, he had not seen him in many years. Let alone lay eyes on his daughter. All he heard was that she was half human, and would have been the age his own daughter, Evillina, would have been had she lived to be a young woman. Knowing his brother, he felt only pity for the poor girl that had the misfortune of having him for a father.

@mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #dire crowley #evillina crowley #not my oc #dival crowley

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kurisus · 1 year

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Chapter 103-2 thoughts

I'm here, I'm a little tipsy, and I'm ready to dump my feelings. Spoilers under the cut.

"So aren't you going to cut off my head or something?" love that foreshadowing. Father got killed by decapitation (presumably), which explains why last time we had him holding his head in his arms.

I'm really interested in the page where the villagers seem ready to hate Father for potentially not sharing food with the rest of them. He talks about how trusting they are, then they eye him suspiciously for mentioning he "made tea" at night. Everything's fine when Kaya brings her mochi, but did she make it just to cover for him? Then the villager apologizes to him, and it fades into him talking to Kaya with an extremely angry expression. I have no idea what to make of this, aside from what was presented--the villagers being agitated because of their lack of food.

Also worth noting Father sits away from the rest of the villagers. Despite saying they welcomed him, he doesn't seem to feel so welcomed, even after they apologized.

How Father died is really unclear but I found it funny. I think the horse kicked him hard in the head, snapping his neck in the process, since the bandits weren't shown to have weapons. Man did not think out his plan of attack, he just saw a jerk stealing rice and went murder mode.

I wonder why his head is fuzzy in Yomi. If it's just that he's been dead for a while and is losing his sense of self, or something else?

On that note, let's talk about Izanami. We were told her goal is to get people to stay with her forever, but in this flashback she seemed pretty willing to get friendly with Father, confess she's always hated being trapped down here (valid of her; ever read the myth of Yomi? She really got the short end of the stick), and she even gives him the idea of resurrecting and taking up arms against heaven. Although I'm not sure how serious she was, since she wasn't happy about him taking her koto no ha. Anyway, perhaps Izanami got more reluctant to let her visitors leave once this guy did?

Also, Father took up Izanami's mission because she was wearing Kaya's face. He fell right for her trick of adopting the guise of people you're close to, because he figured anyone with Kaya's face would certainly be trustworthy.

Considering how sudden Father's death was, it seems safe to say he didn't have an advance plan with Kaya to break him out of Yomi. She just happened to call his true name and summon him. So his status as an unknown being is coincidence?

We still don't know how Kaya dies. I assume Father returns from Yomi, where he's feared as a walking blasphemy, but she's as kind to him as ever. They grow closer, then she dies due to some ambiguous natural disaster, he decides to go after heaven. Basically, there's still a lot left to his backstory we haven't yet seen.

Interlude: Kazubisha mental breakdown. Bro I realized recently they haven't seen each other (with both being fully conscious) in uhhhhh six years? Before the hiatus. At that point I took pity on them and was like "forget Yatori, we really just need the Kazubisha reunion."

And honestly, I didn't want to get my hopes up last month. I was afraid Kazuma would return to her, then die in her arms. But this reunion is exactly what I'd hoped for and more.

Kazuma's pajamas. Kazuma tripping over Kuraha's tail. Kazuma lint-rolling the sofa. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS?!?!

Bishamon holding him. Him asking if he's in heaven, staring at her face with her boobs right in his face. It's heaven to me!!!!!! I'm going through a lot rn.

Kazuma has remembered his name from when he was alive, but he didn't break. This is fantastic news, meaning he's survived GGS and is truly the shinki Yato needed to counter Chiki's power. But. But. Kazuma left Yato with the knowledge that Father was defeated, and now we can see he's not done yet. So what will Yato do now?

Yato will either need to get Kazuma back somehow (Bishamon still doesn't know about his second name) or persuade Yukine to rejoin the fight. Maybe we can hope Amaterasu comes back and handles the job instead?

The biggest development dropped on us this chapter was that Father has a second lifeline--Fujisaki himself. I think it's pretty astounding we as a fandom were dancing around this concept for years, wondering how much Fujisaki knows, if he's dead or alive, if Father is using him or colluding with him, but I don't think I ever saw someone predicting the lifeline thing. It seems we'll soon get an answer to how much he knows. My main prediction for next chapter is we'll get a flashback of the two of them meeting and see how that all went down.

Kind of what I'm thinking, with that point and the previous, is Yato will need to coordinate an attack on Father's spirit form and Fujisaki's physical form, using Yukine for one and Kazuma for the other. Either way, having to remove Fujisaki as an obstacle raises the moral question of if it's right to kill this human teenager. Even if he doesn't have free will over his thoughts and is essentially comatose while Father uses him, would it be right to execute an innocent soul? Have they been conspiring together this whole time? Again, how much does he know? It'll be a pretty interesting ethical question depending on how Fujisaki's relationship to trash dad shakes out.

On that note, what was he doing at the end there with drawing an eye on his face? Does that regenerate him or something? Our main knowledge of how masks operate is that you draw an eye on them with the koto no ha, and assign a name. The ayakashi named with the koto no ha are able to obey orders and even feel and think a little more beyond "smells nice" and "kill." So, is he turning himself into a being to be controlled by Fujisaki? Is that action saving his life? Or was that just a cool visual to end the chapter? So much we don't know. If anyone has any ideas, I'd love to hear them because I'm a bit stumped!

#Noragami #Noragami spoilers #Noragami manga #sobered up in the process of writing this. braincells working at max capacity trying to parse what I just read. amazing #live update

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