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atinyniki · 6 months

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just kiss me already!

group: stray kids !

pairing: nonidol!bangchan x f!reader

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive at the end

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, fighting (verbal), 3racha chan (songs unreleased), friends with current skz members, suggestive

authors note: this shit actually sucks but i tried even tho i had no motivation. ill make another chan fic soon to compensate. this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

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“oh my gosh you bitch”

“hey! don’t call me a bitch just because you suck at the game”

you haven’t one a single game against chan since he came over.

“i don’t wanna play anymore”, you say with a pout.

“awh come onnn don’t be a sore loser”, he smirks.

it’s not that you don’t wanna play because you’re losing, you just don’t want to play because you both have been at it for four hours.

“let’s watch a show instead!”

“fine, but i’m choosing.”

it’s pretty easy to get chan to do what you want. you’re his weakness, he’ll do anything to make you happy to be honest. you never seem to notice the way he looks at you, or how much he tries to get your attention.

on the other hand, you absolutely adore chan. not just the way he looked, even though he is incredibly beautiful, but you admire how caring he is. at first it was just minor attraction, but then you got closer and well… you know.

neither of you realize you’ve loved each other for so long.

“chan? can you come over please? it’s important”

“yeah of course i’m on my way”

within the next two minutes he was in front of your door. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”

you laugh a little when you see the look on his face. “chan i’m fine, i just need help.”

“so you made me run all the way here for nothing?

you drag him to the kitchen and close the door behind you, rolling your eyes. “i never asked you to run here dumbass. you literally live next door”

chan walks into the kitchen and freezes when he sees the state of it. bowls everywhere, flour and batter scattered all over the countertop, and an assortment of cookie cutters placed next to the stan mixer.

“listen, i really need to make two hundred cookies within the next two hours. my oven can’t hold more than twenty four at a time. could you maybe bake like half of them in your oven?”

“why would you need two hundred cookies…?”, he asks incredulously.

“it’s my friends birthday tomorrow. she loves these cookies”

“oh jeez… okay fine. how long do i need to bake them for?”

“twenty six minutes…”

“yes ma’am, ill be on my way then”. he quickly grabs the trays of cookies and gives you a peck on your forehead, lips lingering for a second too long, and runs back to his house.

you could still feel his lips on you, but you continued swapping out trays in hopes to distract yourself.

chan didn’t burn a single cookie. your friend loved them.

“hyung come on! don’t be a wuss”, jisung pouts.

“no jisung. not happening”

“hey well you’re the one that chose dareeee”,

“fine i’ll just take a shot.”

the entire circle broke out into disappointed groans, but you decided to move on from chan.

“y/n! truth or dare”

you jerk your head towards lily, “what? who said it’s my turn?!”

“me. now answer”, lily says a matter-of-fact-ly

“fine. dare”

“you. chan. seven minutes in heaven. right now.”

you look over to chan, silently asking for permission with your eyes despite how nervous you look. you know you don’t have to do anything but… what if he wants to? no. he would never. he doesn’t like you like that.

both of you get up and walk into the room, and changbin quickly turns the lights off and leaves.

“do the lights really have to be off?”

chan walks over to the light switch, hands fumbling to find the knob. he slowly turns it so that the lights are dimmed, but enough so that you both can still see.

chan walks over to the bed, patting the part of the bed next to him and inviting you to sit down. you silently walk towards the bed and sit down, instantly covering yourself with the blanket.

“it’s freezing in here… how does seungmin survive in a room like this?”

“hm… no wonder his personality is always so cold.”

you both laugh a little at chans comment. seungmin has a thing for tormenting chan. subconsciously, you cuddle up to chan, still shivering a bit from the cold.

he seems to get the memo, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. moments of silence pass, and it’s been far too long without a sound for it to not be awkward.

suddenly, chan feels a weight on his shoulder and turns to look at it. you’re sound asleep, he accounts it to either your tipsiness or your exhaustion from working all day.

he holds your hand for a bit, the warmth of it passing through your whole body and causing you to let out a satisfied hum in your sleep. he grabs his phone to text changbin.

“y/n fell asleep. we’ll be in here for a while if that’s okay. you can continue without us”

“yeah yeah whatever just say you want to make out with her in peace”

“shut up changbin.“

the next morning, you wake up in chans bed. your head starts ringing and you think about what happened the night before. you’re slowly starting to become aware of your surroundings, and the snoring coming from beside you.

“chan. chan wake up”

“mmmhh”

“chan what happened last night”

“hm?”, he says as he finally peaks his head out of the covers.

his senses slowly come back to him, and his face instantly flushes red, the crimson color kissing his collarbone too. you’re dressed in his shirt that’s far too large for you, with a pair of his shorts on. the shirt reaches all the way down to your mid-thigh, even while sitting down.

you look at him, waiting for him to answer. “chan are you okay?”

“hm? oh yeah sorry. nothing happened don’t worry, you were just tired so i brought you home, but you insisted to stay with me”

your face flushes red, and you realize what you’re wearing. you look down, playing with the hem of the t-shirt you’re wearing. “sorry about the clothes by the way, you just looked really cold so i offered them to you”

oh. so he didn’t dress you. thank god. you don’t think you could have faced him if he did. “thank you channie.”

he smiles at you, ears going slightly red at the tips. he doesn’t want to admit what that nickname does to him, especially in your voice. you quickly get out of bed, telling chan you’ll be back soon. you go to your house to get ready for the day.

no matter how much you douse your face in cold water, the red tint doesn’t seem to fade.

“wow chan this is amazing!”

his face goes red as he chuckles, “thank you y/n”

changbin doesn’t fail to notice how shy chan gets around you, but he decides not to talk about it while you’re here. instead, he snickers with jisung in the corner.

“shut up you two. i know what you’re on about”

the both of them instantly sit up straight, going silent.

you continue listening to the rest of the tracks, loving every second of it. you give hums and nods of approval, watching the boys’ faces light up every time.

not too long after, the boys left, leaving just you and chan in his studio. you’re humming along to one of the songs he showed you earlier. he couldn’t help but smile, hoping you wouldn’t notice that it made him just a little bit too happy.

you and chan are sitting on your bed again, watching the new kdrama that just came out. your heart jumped in your chest as you watched the scene intently, the heat of it making your face flush red.

“damn when is someone gonna kiss me with that much passion”, chan jokes. you couldn’t help but laugh. you two have gotten a lot closer recently, and you’ve found out that chan is really into skinship.

he has you cuddled up with him under the blankets right now, your small arms wrapped around his bicep. you look up at him, just to admire him a little as he focuses on the show. what you didn’t expect though, was for him to turn his face only mere seconds later.

only then do you process just how close you are, how your lips are just inches away from eachother. chan seems to notice this too, his hands fidgeting with his drawstrings. he gives you a small smile, and turns his head back to the movie.

you’re probably being delusional, but you swear something had changed in the way he looked at you.

“y/n please, do something. he isn’t listening to us…”

“i’ll be there soon.”

you quickly rush over to chans house, knocking on the door to his studio.

“changbin i said leave me alone.”, chans voice was harsh. youve never heard him sound so aggressive towards anyone, he was normally really sweet. you motion to jisung and changbin to leave the room.

“i got this, it’s okay”, you whisper to them.

“chan it’s me. please open the door”

the door flies open within seconds, and you take in chans state. his hair is a mess, two dark purple splotches under his eyes. there are energy drinks scattered all over his desk, broken pencils and scattered papers.

“what… happened?

chan began to speak, but you cut him off.

“we’re going to bed. tell me what happened there”

“n-no! let me save my work at least.”

you walk in the studio with him, waiting on the couch as he quickly saved his progress. you both walk out the room, entering his bedroom and settling under the sheets.

“go to sleep, ill be here when you wake up.”

you try your best to stay up, but you just couldn’t let yourself. sleep takes over your body, eyes becoming heavy and finally fluttering shut for the night.

you wake the next morning to an unfamiliar warmth. chan has his arms around you, his head buried in your chest. you thought he looked adorable like this, until he looked up at you when he realized you woke up.

his bloodshot eyes stared back up at you, and you began to process the teardrops staining your hoodie.

you don’t say anything more. you just pull him closer, rubbing small circles along his back. “i know you’re feeling overwhelmed right now, but you need to let all this out somehow. if you need someone please call me. you know im always right here”

chan doesn’t respond, he didn’t trust his voice enough. his body trembled in your hold, nuzzling his nose into the comforting warmth of your chest.

once he’s calmed down a little, he looks up at you again. you stare at eachother for a good while, just like you did when you watched that movie. there was something different swirling in his eyes, but you just couldn’t place it.

instead of worrying about that, you quickly placed a peck on his forehead, feeling him relax in your hold. he falls back asleep not too long after. he must have been tired.

“WOOOO!!”

you hadn’t felt so alive in months. you knew it was incredibly childish, but you missed having someone to push you on the swings. chans arms pushed you so high you felt like you could touch the stars.

the moon shines so beautifully, covering the park in a light glow. you looked ethereal, that’s what chan thought at least. your bright smile lit up his whole world, your giggle making his heart flutter. the moonlight hit your face just right, your eyes shimmering in the darkness.

chan gradually slowed your swing down, not wanting you to thrash around.

“done already?”, you say with a pout.

“it’s almost one in the morning, we have to go now”, he pouts back.

you both start walking back from the park, talking about chans plans for the future with 3racha. he seems so passionate about music, his eyes lighting up every time he mentioned changbin and jisung.

you look up at him, smiling a little as how cute he sounded talking about this. he looks down at you, the same unplaceable emotion in his eyes, but you stay there for a little longer.

he smiles at you. you instinctively smile back. his smile puts his adorable dimples on display, and you bring one of your fingers up to poke them. you both break out into a fit of giggles, beginning to walk home again.

time without chan began to feel like time you’ve wasted.

“i’m not leaving”

“chan please. you need to rest”

“jeez y/n, when did you start being so clingy? the only thing i need right now is to finish this. either stay here and shut up or get the hell out. i can’t have you nagging me, this is really important”

in the three years you’ve known chan, you have never once heard him speak like this. not to you, not to anyone. you held your tears in, making sure to hide them from chan before they fell, and darted out the door.

you quickly made your way to your house, stupidly forgetting to lock your door in your upset state. you want to yell at him. not to be mean, but just to get it in his damn head that you care about him. you wish he’d just understand.

you clutch your sweatshirt in your hands, the pain in your chest was beginning to get unbearable. you quickly go inside your room and lock the door, flopping onto your bed as sobs rack your body.

not too long after, you hear knocking on your door.

“y/n?”, you hear chan call out for you.

you make your way to the bedroom door, sliding down onto the floor. you don’t think you’re ready to face him yet. “what do you want”

chan was taken aback by the sharp tone in your voice. he knew it was coming, he just didn’t expect it to hurt so bad.

“i’m sorry. i know you only meant good and wanted me to be okay but… i just have so much left to do. i’m overwhelmed and scared im not going to be able to get everything done on time and i lashed out at you. i know that’s no excuse to hurt someone you love but i really didn’t mean it. i’m so-“

“chan you’re rambling again”, you pout.

“oh i’m sorry…”

you quickly open the door, helping chan off of the floor. you quickly bring him to your bed and force him to lay down. “sleep. please”

he could tell you’ve almost lost your patience, so he huddles up closer to you and lets sleep overtake his body. “goodnight y/n. thank you”

today, you wake up to a different sight than usual. normally, chans face is buried in your chest or he’s hugging you from behind. this time was different. he was mere centimeters away from you, nose brushing against yours.

you quickly shut your eyes, hoping you didn’t go red at just the sight of him.

not too long after, chan wakes and gets ready for the day, coming back into your home to see you already awake.

you were dressed in a large grey t-shirt. you don’t quite remember where it came from, but it’s incredibly comfortable.

chan recognizes it instantly. it’s the shirt he gave you the first night you slept over at his house. his heart swelled at the sight, wishing he could see you in his clothes everyday.

without a second thought, he quickly runs towards you, sitting on the bed right next to you again. he’s looking at you the same way he has been for the past couple months.

this time around though, he does something different. his hand makes his way up to cup your cheek, his big hands swallowing some of your jawline too.

he slowly moves his face closer to you, now only inches away from your lips. your heart rate quickens, feeling his breath fan over your lips.

“chan, just kiss me already. please.”

he tentatively moves closer, not getting a chance to process before you crash your lips into his. it’s a kiss of pure want and need. “fuck y/n. i’ve been waiting to do this for so long”

“i love you channie”, you whispered breathlessly.

a flip switched inside of him, immediately pushing you down onto your back while he hovered over you. he kisses at your jawline, red marks appearing all over your neck. “i love you so much baby”, he says in between kisses.

you couldn’t hold back your whimpers, the feeling was too much for you to handle. all of a sudden, you heard a loud ringing.

chan picked up his phone, sounding a little aggravated. “hello?”

“chan where are you?”, jisung asked him

“i’m with y/n. we’re watching a movie. why?”

“oh sorry my bad. have-“

he hung up before jisung could finish, eager to get back to you.

“now, where were we?”

#skz #skz x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids #stray kids angst #skz fanfic #skz bang chan #bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #stray kids x y/n

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kenlvry · 1 year

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Kyle x s/o who smokes nic n weed n gets all cozy when they highing yo, laying o ZAZA!!

high with kyle

an, never smoke weed b4 but i have a vape, does that count as nic?? idk. also what do you call it when you take a smoke.. like take a blunt?? take a huff?? take a hit?? i hope you guys understand what i mean bc im using it in this also gn reader, reader isn't colour coded so dw

"dont be a wuss and do it kyle, it's not like it can do anything to you or anything" you said as you pass the joint to kyle " smoking weed is literally as dangerous as smoking cigarettes" he said passing it back to you "boo ur no fun" you said as you placed it inbetween your mouth, kyle let out a loud sigh "fine give it, if i get cancer it's your fault" you laughed and passed it to him. you two were in your house, your parents isn't coming home soon so why not take this opportunity? he coughed a little but he smoked before so it was ok, still coughing you took it away from his hands "dude where did you even get this?" you were all giggly and took another hit "hehe stans dad" "maybe youve had enough of this, ur wayyy too high" you just laughed and he took more hits anddd before you know it you two were high, you two laughed at every single shit. your cat licking its asshole? funny as hell, you burped? fucking comedian. kyle then dropped the blunt and you were too high to get mad and just laughed "dude we should like totally make out" "what." you stared at him "just kidding omg you totally thought i was being fr" and you bursted out laughing acting as if mans was kevin hart. then the door flung opened, it was stan "DUDE WHAT THE FUCK?? my dad told you bought weed y/n " you stood up walking over to him putting your hand around his shoulder "why? you want it on this?" kyle also walked over "cmon, this shit is actually good" "no thankyou, if you die 5 years from now i won't come to the funeral" you both laughed as he left your house "whatever loser". there were board games on your table and you decided to play snakes and ladders, classic game "cmon kyle what colour counter do you want" he then proceeds to put his counter on the board "kyle thats a chess peice" you to would prank call cartman acting like your funny "um hello yes you have contacted how to be a stripper hotline, do you want to be a stripper?" you two suppress laughter as if he cant hear the "dude shut up" from the other line, you can hear cartman let out a loud sigh "y/n youre the one who called me and this is the 3rd time you called get a life bitch" "thats definitely what a stripper would say" and you two burst out laughing , cartman blocks you atp. he'd green out first like mans is sweating in the middle of snakes and ladders but refuses to loose and is still rolling the dice "dude i think imma puke" "sick dude do it in the bathroom" and he vomits "i think.... i need to lay down" "LAY DOWN ON THE COUCH NOT IN YOUR OWN PUKE". when he wakes up he has no idea of what happens and claims he never smoked but you,stan,cartman and the vomit stain on your carpet says otherwise.

#kyle broflovski #sp kyle #kyle broflovski x reader #sp kyle broflovski #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park

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aristrocrat · 2 years

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Upside Down Feelings 2

Chapter 7: The Lost Sister

summary: The crew makes a pit stop at Eddie’s so Y/N can apologize. Steve offers her some words of wisdom for once. Y/N and Eddie have a discussion about her absence.

word count: 2100

everyone put your hands together for the co-writer this series and creator of today’s episode, THE ONE, THE ONLY,@mitchloveswriting

“Alright,” Steve cleared his throat as he parked the car. The three kids in the back all looked over at you as you looked at the familiar, old van sitting in front of the familiar, old trailer. You felt an anxiety build in your chest, almost as if you’d swallowed a swarm of angry bees. “We’re here.”

“Yes, I can see that, Harrington,” You grumbled. “My arm’s injured, not my eyes.”

“Okay, smart ass. Then get out. We have things to do,” Steve huffed. You rolled your eyes before opening your door and getting out. But the annoyance only fueled enough confidence to step out.

You felt yourself freeze up at the idea of talking to Eddie. Anxious because you didn’t want to see his disappointed eyes. Guilty because you could only imagine how hurt he must’ve been. You began nervously playing with the ring on your finger, trying to build up the courage to walk up to the door.

Max furrowed her brows before turning around to face your brother. “Why isn’t she moving?”

“Maybe she’s nervous?” Lucas offered.

“Not possible,” Dustin shook his head, leaning forward to continue the conversation. “Boys don’t make her nervous.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” Steve narrowed his eyes at you. “I’d be shitting my pants right about now if I were in her shoes. Relationships have a way of scaring anyone.”

“Well, maybe you should talk to her,” Max shrugged, earning wide eyed glares from the boys. “What? Why are you looking at me like I just said ‘Let’s commit arson’?”

“I’d rather commit arson and get caught for it.”

A round of hums and mumbles of agreement followed.

“You guys are such wusses! Why are you so afraid of her? She’s just a girl!” She frowned. There was silence. “She’s no less intimidating than I am. And I’m thirteen.”

“I’d still rather commit arson than deal with either of you.”

“I second that.”

“Fair.”

“Oh, my God!” She shouted over the second round of hums and mumbles. “Just go!”

“Okay, fine! But I’m going because I want to,” He clarified as he reached for the door handle. “Not because some thirteen year old ordered me to. I’m still the babysitter here, alright? And I don’t want-“

“GO!” They all shouted. He opened his door quickly and with frustration before walking around the car to stand beside you. You now stood with your arms crossed, gaze fixed on the van.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” Your tone wasn’t what it normally was. It wasn’t mean or annoying. You sounded quiet and afraid. It almost took him aback. “I have a bad feeling that if I knock on that door, it’ll be the last time I do. I’m going to see his sad face and hear his sad voice. I’ll apologize and dance around the topic, for his sake, mind you, just to get broken up with.”

“Why does that matter if you can’t love?” He asked genuinely. You pursed your lips, almost as if you were deciding on whether or not it was worse to keep your mouth shut or speak your mind. “I didn’t mean to offend you, I just-“

“It’s not that I can’t love,” You shook your head. He blinked. “I can-.. I-I do. I just can’t love the way people expect me to, so I tell them that I’m not capable of it.”

He blinked.

Why were you telling him this?

“I can’t ever say those three words, no matter how badly I want to. It’s like, as soon as I speak it into existence, it’s real. You know? That’s when I get hurt. Or-Or-“

“Or you thought that’s what it was until you fucked around and fell in love?” He chuckled. You shrugged. “Yeah. I happen to know a thing or two about accidentally falling for someone.”

You smiled, finally looking up at him as he spoke. His eyes were dancing around the landscape in front of him, almost as if he were literally chasing his train of thought.

“You think you can fight against it. You think you could, like, withhold from developing feelings. Then they turn out to be the coolest person you know, and you realize you might be in trouble but it’s like you can’t get yourself to pull away. You ignore the fact that you’re giving them the power to hurt you, and you trudge on. Then, in moments like these, you realize that you’re in way over your head. You feel like you’ll get heartbroken no matter what your next move is.”

“Exactly,” You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. “How do you even get yourself to march into heartbreak? I feel.. paralyzed.”

“I doubt it’s the fear of getting heartbroken that is stopping you right now.”

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head. God, you looked cute when you did that. “Why else would I be afraid of going in there?”

“Because if he’s the right person,” His gaze met yours, and he shrugged. “ Then he’ll forgive you. He’ll understand and support you. And that’s a hell of a lot scarier because then you’ll really be in too deep. You’re not paralyzed because of the potential heartbreak. You’re frozen because there might be a chance it’ll only dig you in deeper.”

You only stayed silent for about ten seconds, but it felt like an eternity to the both of you as you looked out at the trailer. A shadow walked into the kitchen window, ducking down as its owner grabbed something from the fridge.

“Do me a favor and go back to being an insufferable asshole,” You finally said, making him smile. “It’s easier for me to avoid my problems when I’m busy being mad at you.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” He stood up straight before walking back to his side of the car. You furrowed your brows, wondering what he was up to before you heard the doors lock.

“Steve?” You went to open the door before you realized what he was doing. “Steve! Open the damn door! STEVE!”

All of the sudden, his horn began to blare, probably waking up the entirety of the neighborhood. You banged on his window, shouting at him to stop before you heard the door open behind you. And with that, the horn fell silent.

“Y/N?” Eddie called from his porch. “Is that you?“

“… Maybe?” You shouted. If he wasn’t so pissed, he’d probably burst out laughing on the spot. But he kept his stone cold face as you hesitantly walked up to meet him on the porch. “Eddie, I-“

“So you’re with Steve then?” He interrupted. You blinked, finding it odd that even when he was hurt, there was still a warmth to his tone. One that was reserved only for you. His face remained expressionless as his eyes anxiously danced between your own.

“Yes,” You said after a moment, making him scoff. “Look, I get how bad this looks. I’d be pissed too. I wanted to be at your performance more than you’ll ever know but-…“

Your voice trailed off at your vulnerability. You hated this. He raised his brows, willing you to go on.

“Eddie, whatever this looks like, it’s not that. I swear it was nothing more than a platonic hang out that wouldn’t have happened had Dustin not been in trouble, alright? There are literally three kids, my brother included, in the backseat of that car-“

“Oh, so he’s already met your family then?” He rolled his eyes. You refrained from smiling at his follow up question. Out of everything he could’ve said or been mad at, that was it?

“Eddie, don’t do this,” You bit your lip, knowing the last thing he needed was to hear a chuckle come out of your mouth.

“Do what? You're the one who bailed on my performance so you could hang out with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington!” He pointed at the luxurious car sitting in front of his home before scoffing and rubbing his hand against his forehead. It was a habit you always found cute, even if it was to show his stress. “It took me two weeks to learn your favorite song. And another week to convince the boys to make it our closing song. It was going to be how I asked you to be my girlfriend, but then we had the talk the other night and-… Fuck that’s not the point. The point is that you ditched the concert for STEVE?! I mean- Tell me, what is it that all you high school girls seem to see in him?”

“Eddie, I told you it wasn’t like that!” You insisted. “And I’m sorry-“

“Then what was it like?”

We were hunting down an interdimensional slug-turned-murder-dog that my brother raised, only to find out that there’s a whole pack of them. We almost died in the effort of saving the town for the second time in the last year and a half, you thought.

But you couldn’t say that. You just stood with a scrunched nose and pursed lips, trying to hold back the word vomit that was trying to push its way out. He held out his hands in confusion.

“… I can’t tell you,” You finally said.

“You can't… you can't tell me? Great! Consider all of my worries dissolved! It's all good now!” He cheered sarcastically before a look of utter disappointment and annoyance washed over him. “Look Y/N, if you didn’t want to be in a relationship. If you weren’t ready for…"

His eyes locked onto your bandaged arm. You looked down to see that you’d begin to bleed through it before catching his face melt into one of utter concert. He reached out and gently grabbed your arm to get a better look.

"What happened?" His voice was soft, no louder than a whisper as he looked back into your eyes. “Sweetheart, what aren’t you telling me?”

"Eddie,” You breathed, as he placed his hand on your cheek. His empathetic and understanding demeanor always made a knot form in your throat. He had a way of radiating comfort in a way that made you feel safe to cry in his presence. But now was not the time for tears. You swallowed the knot before clearing your throat.

“I know this looks bad. Trust me, I wanna tell you why I missed your concert and why I have this nasty cut- I really do! … But I can’t. I-it's not… Look, I can only imagine where your mind is at right now. I need you to know that I’m not cheating or moving on or anything like that because-…” You took a deep breath. “I like you, Eddie, so much. I like you more than I’m comfortable with yet I’m completely okay with it because it’s you. This is not about us, okay? I just need you to trust me."

He wore yet another expressionless face as his eyes darted between your own. He stayed silent longer than you were comfortable with. He didn’t move a single muscle in the span of a minute.

“Say something,” Your eyes fluttered as a means to block the tears that were beginning to pool up.

“So much?” A coy smile spread across his face as his hand snaked around your waist.

“Sooo much,” You giggled, nudging his nose with yours. You stood on your tippy toes before peppering his face with kisses. “So can you do that for me, Eds?”

Your lips collided with his cheek.

“Can you trust me?”

The other cheek, now a dark shade of pink.

“Please?”

His nose. It scrunched as you touched with a kiss.

He began to chuckle before pressing his forehead to your own, never taking his sweet and adoring gaze off of your beautiful eyes. With a small smile and a subtle yet playful eye roll, he shot you the tiniest little nod, making you laugh. Those puppy dog eyes of his had a way of melting you. He ghosted his lips against your own for a moment before pressing a kiss against them. One of relief. One of adoration. One of love.

“Alright, Juliet!” You heard your little brother call. “We have places to be! Hurry it up!”

“That’s my cue,” You pulled away with a smile. His eager lips chased your own, making you giggle. “I need to go, baby!”

“On one condition,” He said before giving you a peck.

“What’s that?”

“Whatever you’re about to go do,” He spoke in a more serious tone. “Just.. Be careful, alright, sweetheart? If not for you, then for me. Because I think I about died when I saw that blood on your arm.”

“I promise,” You smiled, giving him one last kiss.

“HURRY!” The kids all shouted.

“Needy little sheepies, huh?” He smirked.

“You have no idea.”

“Jesus,” Steve grumbled from the car, as they all watched your disgusting public display of affection. “Do they have to do that whole nose thing? It’s so gross.”

“Sounds like someone’s jealous,” Dustin smirked, earning a dirty glare from the babysitter.

“I’m not jealous, okay? I’m disgusted.”

“You sure it’s got nothing to do with your girlfriend running off with another man?”

“Or the fact that Y/N’s really pretty?”

“No, I think it’s because they pretend to hate each other because-“

The kids all fell silent as you opened the door and hopped in with the biggest grin. You furrowed your brows at the silence.

“What?” You laughed.

“Nothing,” They all mumbled.

CHAPTER 8 ->

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yandere-fics · 7 months

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Runa Lelye

♡ "Love, you know I can't fucking stand it when you aren't close to me, get over here right now." ♡

Runa is a very clingy, possessive yandere. She gets very anxious if there's any signs of her darling pulling away which could honestly could just be sitting on a chair and reading. Why can't you just be content in her arms? Do you plan on breaking up? She won't let you!

♡ "Ack! You're playing mean games with me! You know my name is Runa." ♡

Despite her being a serial killer she still is confident giving away her real name. She's not the brightest bulb.

♡ "Please stop, you know I don't know how old I am." ♡

She was abandoned as a baby and is pretty sure she's 25 but seasons aren't real in the city and so she just has to hope she's right when she thinks a year has gone by.

♡ "Hehehehehe. Well I like girls and you, love." ♡

A lesbian, gasp.

♡ "Uhm, well, you know I don't like talking about work when we should be enjoying our night together, love." ♡

She's a serial killer, she basically just takes money from anyone she targets and uses that to pay rent and anything you want. She might pick up some shifts at the coffee shop or kill extra to get you gifts though.

♡ "I like you, your smell, your clothing, your arms, your eyes. If you ever leave, I'd have to destroy all the nice things that I love so don't do it." ♡

That's a lie, she literally is such a wuss. If you left she'd just stick you in the basement and cry every day until you take back all your words and become her lover again. She'll never let you out of the basement but she'll make it nice down there. She really enjoys you relying on her to spoon feed you though. It's so nice.

♡ "I hate when you talk about us having to be apart, don't remind me of my work, just let me bask in you." ♡

She gets so anxious when she has to go to work in even a week, it hurts her brain thinking about how she can't actually be attached to your side all the time. She's not too bothered by other people, mostly they don't ever approach you because you have a scary girl following you who looks liked she might bash them to death if you smile at them for a brief second.

♡ "Cooooome heeere, please please please. I need you now and I don't want to wait." ♡

#my oc runa #yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n

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mammomlette · 8 days

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SOLMARE WHEN I CATCH YOU SOLMARE. STOP THIS MADNESS AND LISTEN

solmare I swear if you make mammon have ONE more intimate moment with MC only to be interrupted by the usual perps (Lucifer, Levi and Luke) (damn Ls) I will explode. ESPECIALLY if it ends with mammon going “AAA evil brothers😡angry chiwawa🤣anyway I gotta skiddadle!” And running away. Every time that happens an angel loses its wings

Tell me why you give mammon character development in a scene, we have a deep chat, you can smooch him or whatever, and the whole 2-lesson-arc has been leading up to this moment of vulnerability and hopefully character development only to make him run away and lose literally everything that this mini-arc taught him. Surely. SURELY there is a point in time between making a pact with him and like idk the end of season 3 when mammon realises his relationship (platonic, romantic, whatever it is for your MC) with MC is more important than Grimm to him. Not entirely, because that’s a core part of his character, just a point where he realises “hm I’m going to TRY paying Levi back so he stops interrupting me! And try calm down for lucifer so I can spend more time with MC instead of hanging from the ceiling!” Right? RIGHT??!!!?!

We see time and time AGAIN how much he cares for MC (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but he’s one of the only 2 brothers who hasn’t directly/intentionally endangered MC and I THINK he was the only one who seemed distraught at their death??? Last one is probs wrong) but he still finds a way to abandon MC every time someone’s shouts “MAMMONNNN” or starts chasing him. Like, bro. I get you’re a wimp with crippling debt but the LEAST you could do is drag MC with you so that they don’t get in trouble instead since he clearly cares for them😞🙏

And him running away being for comedic purposes isn’t even a valid reason for it to happen because there are funny ways for him to NOT just abandon us. 1) he could hide instead. There is a scene I believe is in season 2(?) where he’s in his room with MC, Levi storms in and they hide in his car. Not sure if they made a funny thing out of hiding in a car, but that scene led to Levi saying that he couldn’t smell mammon and meme on calling him a blood hound. Idk about you but I for one certainly har-har’d at that. Plus, hiding would be a nice change of pace from mammons usual running away. Option 2) Mammon could drag us with him??? I don’t play events or devilgram because I’m too lazy and poor for that but I’m like 99% sure that in the main story of OG game, mammon does NOT bring us with him any time he’s running away, which is weird because he’s always yelling that we should be with him cause he’s “our first” (his words not mine obv) but I don’t remember any scenes that he brings us with him when he needs to leave?? I would LOVE to be wrong on that part so please correct me if I’m wrong but I sadly don’t think I am. Option 3) Picture this: mammon gets spooked, screeches because he’s a wuss, he runs away (whether it be from a person, witch, whatever is after him) only to realise: “Wait! I left my favourite person behind! Whoops!” And he runs back and grabs MC (Maybe by the sleeve like a toddler, maybe by the hair, maybe he even princess carries them because yes) that’s it. That’s the whole thing. Mammon drags/carries MC after forgetting them. You could even expand on that and have him apologise for it, or get all flustered and deny he forgot MC, or act all proud like he saved MC as if he isn’t the reason MC is in danger or was left behind in the first place MMMITS SO GOOD SOLMARE FEED ME

All I’m asking is for solmare to PLEASE let us have a long, well-written and intimate moment with mammon that isn’t interrupted, or if it is he TAKES US WITH HIM or COMES RIGHT BACK FOR US when he runs away. I beg

PS this isn’t proof read any imperfections are just part of the masterpiece or smthn. Ty for coming to my ted talk

#obey me solmare #obey me mammon #solmare im gnawing at the bars of the enclose you locked me in #let me out #don’t you hate it when creators mischaracterise their own characters #because they’re too lazy or lack understanding #probably both when it comes to obey me #the inconsistencies in EVERYTHING in this game go crazy. you go try figure out the timeline. I dare you. it’s not for the weak #mammon I’m going insane I need him so bad #imagine he was being chased by debt collectors and they took us for ransom because he left us behind. i guarantee that has or will happen #if he doesn’t stop abandoning us that is #I need help I’m so down bad #MAMMON MY LOVE

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mysticficti0n · 1 year

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At long last

Warnings- fluffy, swearing, mentions of drugs, romance, part them drunk (thats all I think) words- 3480 N/A- Hey guys this is my first Ryan Dunn fic and I don't know how to feel, I feel part of it is good but others not much but I wrote it literally all day, so enjoy ♥︎

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"dude just ask her out!" Bam whined poking at his best friend who just sulked onto the sofa "whats the worst that'll happen?"

"she says no and I've ruined a relationship I've had since I was 14 years old- thats the worst that can happen" he huffed playing with his watch, Ryan wasn't usually that nervous about girls and romance but something about asking his long time friend out scared him shitless "plus she wouldn't wanna be with me anyways I'm a fucking ass" Bam rolled his eyes, Bam knew his friend was a wuss, but he though he'd have the balls for this, it was Y/n for gods sake not like they've never met before

"look man we are all going out tomorrow so why not just ask her out to dinner? thats not going 'BE MY GIRLFRIEND' its kinda... breaking the ice, even though you've know her for 10 years" his friend laughed at the words coming from his own mouth "10 years and you're fucking scared!"

"yes 10-fucking-years so it is a big deal! me asking her to dinner could sound sketchy I mean come on the girl knows stuff I do before I do!" Ryan covered his face with his hands and groaned erring a slap on the head from Bam

"you need to stop being such a pussy" the brown hair boy spat walking out the room to who knows where leaving Ryan to his own thoughts which only made him feel 100x worse, but he did realise Bam was right he needed to stop being a pussy about it, he's been in love with Y/n since they were in high school but never said anything to anyone... until one night at a party were he drunkly told Bam who hadn't forgot

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"Oh dude Y/n's over there!" Bam called pointing to her, god she looked stunning, the red dress hugged her body perfectly

"she looks beautiful" Ryan whispered, eyes struggling to tare away from the girl as she laughed grabbing a drink with another girl but she wasn't a scratch on her

"you like her or something?" Bam asked turning back to his friend

"yeah man, she's fucking gorgeous how could I not like her!" Ryan hadn't realised the words that came out but he did feel somewhat relieved. The night carried on, nu metal music blaring through the house they were in and people screaming and shouting everywhere

"Hey Bam!" a voice that Ryan knew all to well spoke "How are ya? sorry I was gonna come over but Kayce caught me, Kayce come meet Bam!" he looked up to see Y/n the same red dress but he could see every detail on if now, lace and red sequins embezzled down the length, rings and bracelets decorated her hands and wrists, chunky black heals with a gold clasp "Hey Ry!" she called

"how you doin' doll" Ryan spoke getting a laugh from the girl

"weirdo! I'm good, you?" she side hugged him and his hands settled on her hips "you look nice by the way, is that the shirt my mom bought you for Christmas?" she asked stroking his chest

"I'm better now you're here and yeah it is, it matches your dress" he smiled down at he girl who's Y/E/C eyes were already on his

"I feel sexy in this dress, Marcus called me a whore when I wore it" she sulked, Marcus was her ex-boyfriend, evil bastard he was but thanks to Ryan and Novak she didn't need to worry anymore

"I bet Dunny boy finds you ravishing in it Y/N/N" Bam laughed tapping her shoulder getting a death glare from his best friend "sorry sweetheart!" he blew a kiss to his friend and walked away again

"don't listen to him" the blonde spat "dickhead"

"do I not look ravishing Ry?" Y/n spoke jokingly swirling her hair around her finger, if he could Ryan would get on his knees then and there and tell her how good she looked, Jesus Christ he'd worship the women, but he had to keep himself from doing so...

"you- you look beautiful Y/n" she blushed pressing a kiss to his cheek

"thanks Dunn"

Bam saw the interaction and knew one day he'd be a uncle to their child, it was disgustingly obvious the two liked each other but he also knew neither would say a thing "fucking pansies"

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The next day came round quicker than Ryan could think, he grabbed blue jeans and a white shirt, his wallet, cigarettes, lighter, phone and car keys "BAM COME ON WE'VE GOTTA GO!" Ryan shouted hearing footsteps quickening down the hall and Bam stood with a CKY shirt on and baggy shorts "come on I told Y/n I'd pick her up Dico's already at hers"

"oooh think they fucked?" Bam pushed getting a slap "someones jealous"

"fuck off" Ryan stormed walking out the door to his car, the engine began and the two sped off to Y/n's house, luckily it wasn't to far so in five minuets Ryan was knocking her door "Y/N HURRY UP! GET DICO OUT HERE" he began to pound the door which was opened at the end of his sentence

"Ryan Dunn! will you cut it out bloody hell!" her mom Vicky warned making him laugh

"sorry why is she taking forever though!" she rolled her eyes

"I don't know hun- oh and Dico isn't here he went with Chris" Ryan nodded leaning up the door "what are you doing today? CKY things?"

"I think so, we found this abandoned rail way thing so were checking that out and Y/n wanted to come" she smiled

"why don't you go up and grab her knowing my daughter she's either still doing her eyeliner or still finding what to wear" Ryan laughed pressing a kiss to the older women's cheek and jumped up the stairs, he went down to the door with the sign 'Y/n's room' and stood outside

"well I don't know... what if- yes Jessica I know but what if I doesn't go right.... I'm not scared... he'll be there! you don't know what you're fucking talking about... fuck off Jessi" he herd a click from the room and a furious groan "Stupid fucking bitch can't listen to a single fucking thing I fucking say I swear to god I'm gonna fucking kill that whore-" the words kept spilling out before Ryan decided to knock the door "Yeah?" he twisted the doorknob and walked in to see Y/n, black tube top, blue low waisted jeans held up by a studded belt and her belly piercing jewel shining in the light, a cross necklace hung from her neck and her make up looked- goddess like- smokey eye, red glossed lips accompanied by her nose-ring "oh hey Ry" her voice sounded happier than before

"what was all that about?" he asked leaning on her closet "thought you and Jessica were friends" she rolled her eyes

"so did I until now... it doesn't matter though, ready to go?" Ryan was concerned about the girl, she wasn't one to usually be in a mood or angry but he brushed it off as in fairness they needed to go "you look nice by the way" she complemented going past him out the door to grab her hoodie

"thanks I'm liking the absolute no coordination between us, you look like Bam if he was a girl and I look like a basic white man" she laughed at the boy coming out her room and closing the door "bye Vic, we will probs be back by like 9-10 o'clock ish and I'll drop her off" her mother nodded hugging Ryan then her daughter

"be safe you two and Y/n don't let you're father see you in a outfit like this, he'd kill you, zip your hoodie when you come home!" she warned

"will do mom, see you later!" the two waved and ran to the car were Bam was sat with his eyes closed "so were are we going?"

"shit! you took your fucking time" he spat looking at the girl, Bam and Y/n were good friends, even went to prom together- now though they smoke weed, drink and skate together along with the others, but they fight like brother and sister most days

"fuck off I was busy- I take pride in how I look unlike some" he huffed, Ryan started the car again and made their way to the old rail way, luckily the roads were mostly empty so in quick time they made it, as there 3 got out they were met with Rake, Novak, Dico, Raab and Rake's sister Sophia "SOPHIA!" the girls ran to each other hugging and giggling about something, in which the boys thought they'd do the same

"OH RAABY!" Bam kissed the boys cheek "TEHEHEHEHE" he said rather loud getting a 'ugh' from the girls the group decided to start going through the woods to the railway line

Y/n and Sophia stayed chatting toward the back of the group while all the boys were huddled together, Novak said it wasn't a long walk but then again Novak did crack so who was he to trust? Ryan didn't notice but he constantly kept checking over his shoulder to see Y/n which Bam found amusing seeing his friend so desperate to just have a glance at the girl

"dude she isn't going to run off" he shoved at Ryan "you gonna ask her tonight?"

"I don't know man she isn't in the greatest mood today and I don't want her to have extra stress on top of that and-" Bam waved his hands at the man cutting him off

"Ry stop making excuses if you don't ask her today I will for you" panic rushed through the blonde

"no don't do that" he whispered getting a smirk from him "Bam"

"hey Y/n!" Bam turned back to the two behind

"Bam no fucks sake I'll do it, I'll do it!" Ryan shouted

"yeah?" Y/n called looking confused

"you look like a whore" she gave the boy a thumbs up and went back to her conversation like nothing happened "you are a lucky man Dunn"

after another half hour of walking the group finally got to the tracks, they were all decade and rotting, spray painted and worn "wow... glad we walked here to see this shit" Sophia crossed her arms "Novak you said this would be 'cool' its literally dead pieces of wood"

"sorry baby, it looked cooler last time I was here" he huffed "the view's good though, you can see west town over there and here is were I smoked pot with Nabi" everyone laughed

"well I was meant to get my lip pierced.. now" Y/n spoke checking her phone "i'm thrilled we're doing this instead" Ryan watched the girl slump down to the floor and just stare into the sky, he felt bad and knew if she wasn't in a good mood before, she defiantly wasn't now

"why don't we look round for stuff, there's gotta be something cool around" Dico spoke kicking sticks on the floor

"yeah okay, lets go" Raab agreed and the group began to go back into the wood, Ryan looked back at Y/n, she just sat their and hugged her knees

"I'll catch up in a sec" he yelled to the group who said their okays and carried on walking, he went back to the girl on the floor "what did Jessica say?" she looked up to him, her eyes had tears forming in the corners

"she and Marcus are getting together... and she wouldn't listen to what I was saying about him that he's not a nice person! and she kept saying shit about the guy I like and all I was doing was looking out for her" she whimpered wiping her eyes "Marcus nearly fucking killed me- emotionally but still, everything he did to me he'll do to Jessi and I just want her to be okay" Ryan reached a hand to the girl and pulled her up into a tight hug, letting her get it all out her system on his shoulder, he knew this is what she needed, just to talk... he had an idea

"do you wanna go? I can call Bam and we can go out for lunch, just me and you?" her eyes met with his brown ones and nodded "okay, lets go" His hand instinctively went to hers to which she gladly excepted, with his free hand he pulled his phone out and called bam

"yeah?" he answered

"me and Y/n are going to get lunch-"

"use protection!" Bam snickered

"get fucked" Ryan ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket

after an extremely long walk they finally made it back to the car which was warm due to the West Chester summer heat "what do you want to eat?" he asked starting the engine

"italian"

"Limoncello sound good?" she nodded and the two set off back to town listening to the random songs the radio played "besides the whole Jessi thing, how are you?" she laughed

"I'm good, I mean wish I could've got my lip pierced but I'm getting a free dinner at Limoncello so I'm not complaining" Ryan looked to the girl

"free?" she nodded "who said it's free?"

"me I forgot my purse, thanks babe for paying" she laughed rubbing his chin "I'll give you the money don't worry" Ryan shook his head

"its a treat... date even" he blushed slightly seeing a smile spread across her face

"was this a big elaborate plan to get me on a date with you Ry?" her eyes seemed drowsy in his, Y/n's hand combed back his hair

"maybe but it wasn't huge, more last minuet... would you be annoyed if it was?" the Y/H/C haired girl shook her head "good" he smiled

after another 10 minuets they made it to the restaurant which wasn't to busy, they walked in and waited to be seated by their server "okay here we are, can I get you any drinks?" the man asked looking toward the table

"Stella for me" he nodded and looked towards the girl

"and for you darling" Ryan felt him self become tense at the word 'darling' who did he think he was talking to?

"cosmopolitan please" she grinned up to the man

"of course, have that to you soon" he walked away and Y/n looked back to Ryan

"you okay?" he nodded "you look angry"

"I'm fine, anyways we were saying about Marcus and Jessica" she nodded explaining her story, Ryan could've listened to her voice for ever go on and on about anything

"and she said he said he could do so much better than me and called me a tramp!" Y/n said angrily slamming her hands on the table

"well- you could do much better than that lanky red head anyways he was a dick to you" she nodded bringing her drink to her lips "actually didn't you say she was making fun of the guy you liked earlier" Ryan spoke inquisitively

"yeah what about it?"

"who do you like?" he cooed to her making her giggle at the childishness of her friend "do I know them?"

"Ryan we're 24 and 23 not in 9th grade why do you wanna know so bad" Y/n smiled

"because I wanna know if my best friend has good taste in men" she furrowed her brows "Please Y/n" he begged

"its embarrassing" she spoke trying to escape the conversation "lets just order food" her eyes scanned for a waiter or someone but her face was pulled back- literally- Ryans hand cupped her chin and made sure she couldn't get out of his grip "Ry-"

"you can tell me Y/n, I wont be mean or judge or anything" she sighed seeing a smile grow across his face she played with the idea of actually telling him but it kind of fell out

"it's you Ryan"

Ryan felt his heart jump into a halt... him? no she has to be joking he thought "what?" is all that came out with a laugh

"I like you- like a lot and have for ages...yeah laugh it up" confidence grew in the girl as she spoke "and I get if you don't feel the same its totally fine" she blabbered on as her speechless friend just sat listening "I mean we've been friends for 10 years and this is crazy"

Ryan knew he could now let his feeling be free "I like you too, so much I've just never had the balls to say it to you" her eyes widened and so did her smile "since we were kids I've always thought you were beautiful then after High school I just fell even more for you" the two's eyes locked together and they seemed the only person in the world to each other, everything was silent besides the one talking

"so you're fully serious" she asked hoping it wasn't one of Ryans many pranks

"deadly"

the two ate dinner in near silence besides a few thank you's and hums of delight, underneath the covered table Y/n intertwined her legs with his and using her foot rubbed his leg reassuringly, Ryan paid the bill and got up offering his hand to the girl, they walked out to see the street lamps illuminating the Barron streets

"thank you for dinner" Y/n gleamed up to the boy who was just a bit taller than her

"no problem, we should do it again" he smirked leading her back to the car, as the two climbed in and set off again Ryan tipped a few mints into his mouth and Y/n did the same "so home?" she nodded.... through out the drive Ryan's hand went from the wheel to her hand and then her inner thigh giving Y/n butterflies every time his finger tapped along to the song playing in the background

The car pulled into her street which Y/n internally sighed as she didn't want to leave Ryan after the night they had, they came to a stop in front of her house which was dimly lit from the inside "I'll walk you up" Ry spoke letting go of the girl who now felt cold, he came over and opened the door giving his hand once again

"such a gentleman" she laughed seeing a redness appear on his face, she got out and lent against the car "thank you for tonight Ry, I loved it"

"I'm glad... tonight didn't go how I expected honestly, but I'm glad it did... sorry that felt like a shit way of saying it- I'm bad at these things" he grinned dopily, he knew it was time to say goodnight to her but he couldn't let go of her "ready?" he asked she nodded solemnly and they begun up the drive to the front door with every step it meant the night was coming to a end... he didn't want to let go of her hand, it felt so right in his, the pair got just before her front door and sighed "Thanks for today Y/n"

"no thank you- again- I didn't think we'd ever do this either but I really enjoyed it" Y/n nervously bit her bottom lip, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she gazed up into Ryan's warm eyes. the night slipped away, there was still one thing that Y/n needed to do before saying goodbye though.

"Ryan," she whispered softly, her gaze flickering to his lips for a brief moment before meeting his eyes once more. "Can I... can I kiss you goodnight?"

Ryan's eyes widened in surprise, a warm smile spreading across his features as he took a step closer. "I was hoping you would ask that," he replied, his voice low and husky with a hint of anticipation.

Without another word, Y/n leaned up on her tiptoes, closing her eyes as Ryan's hands came to rest on her hips. For a moment, they simply stood there, drinking each other in as their lips brushed against each other in a tender, gentle kiss. It was soft, slow and filled with all the promises of what could be.

As they parted, Y/n looked up at him with a shy smile, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "Goodnight, Ryan," she whispered.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he replied, a sparkle in his eye. "Sweet dreams."

With one last lingering look, Y/n turned and walked into her house, her heart beating wildly in her chest. For a moment, she wondered if she had made the right choice but she knew that this was just the beginning of something truly special.

#ryan dunn #jackass #bam margera #fluffy #Random hero #mtv #2000's

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atomsminecraft · 10 months

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Here are some stuff I got from incorrect quotes generator that I found funny

Fenn: Get in loser, we're going shopping.

Guy: This is a McDonald's drive thru.

Sherry: Fenn, how do you feel about lifting heavy things?

Fenn: My doctor just said I should avoid—

Sherry: Being a wuss? I agree.

Thoma: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

Tino:

Tino: Why are you eating dirt?

Thoma: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

Jasper: Is there something you would like to say, Guy?

Guy: Oh, there are SEVERAL things I would like to say.

Fenn: Is the pink panther a lion?

Grayson: Say that again but slower.

Fenn: I don’t get it.

Grayson: He’s a PANTHER.

Fenn: Is that a type of lion?

Grayson: No, it’s a fucking panther.

Fenn: *googles panther* They aren’t pink?

Grayson: AND LIONS ARE?!

Violet: Do you have any idea what you’re doing?

Fenn: Why start now?

Roy: Anyone else feel good when their brain releases a bunch of endorphins?

Grayson: Can't relate.

Violet: Why would my brain release a bunch of dolphins?

Sherry: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL-

Violet: CAN'T WE JUST HAVE A NICE FAMILY DINNER FOR ONCE?!

Violet: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Violet: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies.

Lou: Socks are Feetie Heaties.

Tino: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties.

Rio: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies.

Roy: Stamps are Lickie Stickies.

Toa: I hate you guys so much.

Violet: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie-

Roy: Eyy, homie!

Grayson: But then there's cootie...

Jasper: Die.

MC: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Thoma without them noticing?

Rio: Hey, Thoma, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny.

Thoma: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up, loser.

MC: ...

Lynt: The first time I ever got upset in front of Tino, they put their arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask them if they were hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me.

Tino: I was doing both, for your information.

Grayson: The first time Tino hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.

Sherry: I made tea.

MC: I don't want tea.

Sherry: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea.

MC: Then why did you tell me?

Sherry: It's a conversation starter.

MC: It's a horrible conversation starter.

Sherry: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.

Roy: Where are you going?

MC: Hell, eventually.

*In a group chat* Roy: A pegan just flew into my window.

Fenn: Pegan?

MC: A what?

Sherry: Ah yes, my favourite bird, Pegan.

Thoma: I thought you said penguin for a second, LMAO!

Sherry: Just a normal day with flying penguins crashing into my window.

Thoma: You have pigeons flying into your window? Can't relate, I have penguins flying into my window.

Roy: I literally just made a typo-

Rio: Don’t stay up all night, Thoma. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt.

Fenn: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.

Dia: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.

Lance: Wasps?

Sherry: Terriers?

Fenn: Sherry.

Mc: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Violet: What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Mc: No, like, U R A Q T.

Violet: Awwww!

Fenn: Lance is playing hard to get.

Fenn: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Mc: ARE YOU-

Dia: Fucking.

Mc: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Dia: Fucking.

Mc: IDIOT!

Knight: …What was that?

Dia: Roy banned Mc from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

#court of darkness #court of darkness voltage #court of darkness meme #court of darkness incorrect quotes

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salad-006 · 10 months

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btw salad what's ur opinion on eddsworld legacy?

For the most part, i think legacy is Okay. It's not the Best, but its nice to see so many people come together to finish off the show. I can respect all the work these guys did, especially tomska.

If you came for my option on the season and thats it you can leave, because the rest of this is me going crazy mode

My only real problems lie with only 2-3 episodes, and it drives me Crazy because they're By Far the most popular, so they've caused the most problems. This one question ended up becoming a giantic essay SORRY im just passionate about ebbworld

Keep in mind these are Just my options, I'm not going to look down on you if you're the number one The End Fan. If you like it then Cool, you can continue to enjoy it. And i can continue to hate it over in my corner

I'm keeping this section on Fun Dead short, mostly because it's not really the worst offender

The "Obliviously stupid to progress the plot" trope is so bad here. They've seen zombies before how do they not recognize them now. I get them being oblivious to super obvious things is the joke ,but its just not funny

For a Zombie centric episode, there's barely any Fighting. I feel like big fight scenes are what people like most with these. But no we get a 30 second montage, one that's not even animated

They are such wusses in this episode id bully them if i was there i think

The End. Don't even get me started on The End. Legitimately i have never seen such a botched finale in my life. Fair warning this is about to get long and angry im sorry

Let me ask one question: how come in the Finale To Eddsworld Legacy, the season Dedicated to Edd Gould and his work, Edd Himself does not play a prominent role? I'm not even kidding, you could write Edd out completely and Nothing would change. Ive heard people say this was Tomska going out with a bang before leaving the show, but from what i know he also wanted eddsworld to be completely over at The End. If that's true he could have atleast let Edd shoot the harpoon or some shit, come on

This is such a disappointing finale overall. They don't do anything exciting. We just get to watch a little "do you remember this episode?" Montage, all the sudden everything gets crazy then oh! Episodes over goodbye forever.

An end fight might have been more exciting had it been set up properly. They gave us the bare minimum, which was having tords stupid little gang tag appear a few times then having two of his coworkers/soldiers appear a few times. That doesn't hint at a Tord being an evil meglomaniac who's got a giant fucking robot hidden under the house

FUTURE EDD CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AS WELL, AND HE WORKS GREAT BECAUSE HE SETS UP THE LORE IMMEDIATELY. Tords return gave us Nothing beyond "he is manipulating them!!" Instead we get the book dropped on us halfway through the LAST EPISODE OF THE SEASON without ever being given any sort of explanation. That's just it.

ALSO FUCK BRINGING TORD BACK AT ALL. the dude asked to be removed from the show and what did they do? Hinted at his return like 15 times then had him come back as this manipulative mastermind, whos got a bunch of science stuff and a russian accent. At the bare minimum you could have writtten him to atleast resemble something close to Tord. There's literally more evidence that points to him being a clone than there is him being the real Tord, and it WASN'T EVEN INTENTIONAL.

Took a character who had left with all his loose ends tied up, brought him back with completely new unexplained info, then ended the show with both the original and the new loose ends untied. I've read this was Tomska trying to write Tord out of the show for good, but he somehow managed to do the complete opposite by leaving him at a LITERAL cliffhanger. Now all the 12 year olds are @ ing eddsworld begging he comes back for a redemption episode.

I could scream forever about the end but ive already said too much SORRY. This is why im just rewritting it myself to make it good

One last thing: its somewhat heartbreaking to me how Legacy has totally overgrown the classic episodes. Of the top Ten most popular videos on the channel, Seven of them are legacy episodes, with Edds three episodes being at the very bottom of the list

I just don't like it. I dont like how legacy has become like the Face of what eddsworld is. Maybe it's just because Edds work has been one of the biggest inspirations in my life (if that wasn't obvious already) IDK it seems unfair

Tldr: i dont like what legacy has done to the series and the fandom, but it's okay for the most part. Fuck The End though

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15 questions, for 15 friends

@purlturtle thanks for the tag!

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Technically no. As while I chose my name because I had sort of 'absorbed it into my consciousness' from a TV character, I didn't name myself after them. However, if I had named myself a few years later I probably would have haha (Sam Carter, role model). But nope, not named after anyone.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Teared up a bit yesterday but didn't actually cry. Tuesday. I got scared and it's like a pressure release valve I guess.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Nope. Never will either.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? Hmm. I'm not a sporty person. I do keep meaning to take my basketball to the court and play a game of 21 against myself. A million years ago when I was at high school I played cricket. I've always liked tennis but rarely ever had the opportunity to play. The trouble with sports is they generally require other people and I don't do well with people.

DO YOU USE SARCASM? Yeah sometimes. I don't recognise it when other people use it on me though. I'm weirdly literal. I guess I can get my sarcasm as I know I'm being sarcastic.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Oooh interesting, I'm not sure. I mean there's so much to take in about a person in just a single glance. Age, gender, size etc. I suppose it probably boils down to threat assessment - do they look scary?

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOR? Brown

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy endings 110%. I'm the worlds biggest wuss, I don't do scary movies at all. Anything with a jump scare in it is a huge no-no.

ANY TALENTS? I like to sort things. I'm also good at doing things the exact same way, every single time.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Not my fault, I didn't choose it - Harlow, in Essex (England). Debated whether to answer this but I'm pretty sure it's not my security question anywhere haha.

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Writing, art, lego, piano, reading, video games. Think that covers the broad strokes but there's a lot to unpack with some of those 'areas'.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Nope. I don't do well with anything that's alive to be honest, it's too unpredictable for me.

HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5ft 3" (I think). Mum has tried to tell me for years that I'm 5ft 2" because she's 3" and she's taller. But she definitely isn't anymore (I hate that actually, mum should be taller than me, she's the mum but alas shrinkage).

FAVOURITE SUBJECT? What when I was at school? I always wanted it to be English because I do love stories, but we never got to analyse them how I wanted (meta posts my beloved). Honestly it was probably History. It's kinda a story itself. The cause and the effect and the interconnected nature of developments.

These days it's definitely writing. I could talk about it for days.

DREAM JOB? Funnily enough - writer :) Well actually I suppose to be accurate - storyteller. Writing is the medium I am most practiced with but I do hope to level up my art skills enough to utilise those. Illustration, cover art etc. at a minimum but how cool would it be to draw my own graphic novel? I'm a million miles away from being good enough for that but that's why it's a dream.

I have a dozen novel series I want to share with the world. Maybe I will be able to one day.

Erm I don't think I have 15 people I'm comfortable tagging so just anyone that wants to do it.

Here's a blank version for easy copying:

15 Questions for 15 Friends ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? DO YOU HAVE KIDS? WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? DO YOU USE SARCASM? WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOR? SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? ANY TALENTS? WHERE WERE YOU BORN? WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? HOW TALL ARE YOU? FAVOURITE SUBJECT? DREAM JOB?

#long post #I answer things #sam rambles (a lot)

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sometimes work is normal and then there are days like today:

- this patient asks me why I chose physical therapy as a profession. I tell him lots of athletes go into PT. He asks what sport I do. I tell him Brazilian jiu jitsu. And then he’s like, oh so why do you *really* do jiu jitsu? And I’m like....what? And he explains that “girls don’t do jiu jitsu unless there’s an underlying reason.” HAHAHAHAHHA. Oh boy. He goes on to explain that for men it’s normal, but for girls (never uses the word women) it means we were bullied as children or want to know self defense. I laugh good naturedly while NOT feeling good natured at all and tell him actually, I’m interested in it as a sport primarily, I wanted to learn how to fight since I was like 4 years old because its fun, and self defense is good for men as well. Also that lots of men are mugged in this area. He says nothing. HATRED! Coworker told me at a different time that this man is a trump supporter so, you know, yeah. Just imagine having so little tact that you think it’s ok to tell a random woman she is Abnormal

- 40 something year old male patient sheepishly tells me he’s been feeling very depressed and had an ACL injury a long time ago that he’s had a lot of trouble healing from. I tell him I’ve been there, literally, with the same injury and a lot of pain and a long recovery. Patient confides in me more that he has been depressed, on medication and now off, and has a lot of intrusive thoughts and anxiety caused by the chronic pain. I listen to him and sympathize with him and give him a gentle pep talk throughout the visit. He tells me he really appreciates that I am listening and that I understand. He keeps flip flopping from talking about how bad he feels to blaming himself/minimizing what is clearly a legitimate problem and calling himself a wuss. The toxic masculinity is hard to discourage. At the end of the visit I told him “no one is so strong that they don’t need help” (I think these kind of statements/proverbs can help get rid of toxic masculinity/self blame because they are phrased in a way that makes them sound widely accepted). But I hope the guy sees a therapist like I (very gently) suggested. He had a big problem with minimizing/belittling/shaming himself. But it was really nice to hear that he appreciated what I had said to him. He was in better spirits when he left.

(Also, when he said he tore his ACL playing baseball, I was like, oh, baseball is cool, like a normal person. And when he asked me how I tore mine and I said jiu jitsu, he was like oh cool sport, like a normal person. He also asked me to tell him when I’m up “for the championship” when he left which was nice.)

I can’t wait till I’m actually a PT, I will feel like I have a farther reach to change people’s thinking towards themselves.

#weird day #at least it ended on a good note #it feels really positive to be able to help someone

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wordsandrobots · 5 months

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Oh hey you're playing one of those ask games! I haven't seen them on my dash in so long. 3, 4, 17, and ..uhhh.. 23? ( the one about a super specific thing about a character that hasn't made its way into any story) Thanks ~

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

Because at some point, inevitably, it will involve going for a walk.

I do a lot of composing in my head before I start writing, especially for dialogue. And I think best on the move (which is why it wasn't great for me to switch to working from home due to COVID but that's another story). Therefore, it helps to take the occasional break and go wander about somewhere. Especially if I've hit a block and can't think what to do next.

Which is why I can occasionally be found on the bridal path near my house, having muttered conversations with myself as I try to work out pieces of a story. Because I do often literally say my character's dialogue aloud to get the feel of it, it's the best way to make sure speech sounds like something somebody would or can actually say.

Luckily, I live in a university town so I probably don't look especially unusual.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

I can't think of any off the top of my head, possibly because I put much more thought into the overall texture of a text than I do the individual words. Figuring out what sounds right for the particular character I'm writing and so on. I don't tend to have favourites, though I undoubtedly have habitual phrases.

And I don't think there are any words I hate per se (beyond ones that are in obvious bad taste). It just depends on context. That said, I've always thought 'ineluctable' sounds weird.

[Edit: I just realised another possible answer to this which is less a single word and more a class of word, namely British swear words and specifically the bit that makes me spit blood is when they get used *wrongly* in media. There is a specific cadence to swearing and it is really noticeable when writers don't understand what it is for the place they're setting something. This is obviously a general issue with writing about difference places; I just get the visceral 'that's not how it works' when people muck up UK-style profanity.]

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

The title (Ragnarök in G Minor) -- as well as being a blatant Reconguista in G reference -- is influenced by Mozart's use of G minor to convey tragedy and Bach's 'Polonase in G Minor', which is my hypothetical leitmotif for a particular character. That is to say, I thought of the blatant reference first, then discovered it was extremely justified in context.

Goibniu Base (where much of To Catch a Falling Star was set) is the same Calamity War facility shown briefly at the start of History of a Catastrophe. This can be 'seen' in one of the chapters in this next one but I don't state it outright.

'High-Horn Sweepers' was not so much a reference as me hurriedly grabbing words that approximated the form of a company name. It nevertheless functions as a composite Gundam Wing call-back and joke about what the company does.

The politics of the Martian Union, particularly the influence of the moneyed classes and those previously in positions of power under Gjallarhorn, assays some of the broad strokes of Indian history. I know far too little about the subject to make it a direct parallel (and wouldn't anyway) but that's where my mind went in thinking through how independence worked.

The Jupiter Stations are considerably larger than standard space colonies, having been upgraded and expanded with Jupiter's role as a producer and exporter of industrial raw materials. But I'm still not quite sure what they look like.

I considered describing 598 as having grown a beard, to go with picturing him growing up to look like he belongs in the Hells Angels. Alas, I wussed out.

Kudelia and Atra's marriage is long-distance for about three weeks out of every four. They manage time together via a Rube Goldberg sequence of misdirections that allow Kudelia to visit the farm unremarked and give Eugene's security team a massive work-out in the process. This is not because their marriage is a secret; it's because they refuse to put Akatsuki in the public eye. That kid is getting as near to a normal upbringing as is possible, damnit.

Martian Union military vessels all have two-part names e.g. Dawn Chorus, Bright Heart, Ice Flower. That's an actual in-universe convention and any others I introduced would follow it.

Colour-wise, Martian military mobile suits are desert camo red for ground deployment and orange for space deployment. They comprise a mix of Shidens and Hekijas supplied by Teiwaz and newer Leopards bought from Gjallarhorn. They probably have some Hloekk Grazes too but that's not come up.

There are two things I regret not finding a way to bring back as I wrap everything up: Gundam Paimon and the stun-baton Chad filched during The Ares Affair. Seriously, whatever happened to that thing?

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

My version of Shino is, left to his own devices, vegetarian.

He doesn't have Yamagi's moral objection/disgust over eating meat (side-note: I love how that scene in ep. 27 implies Mikazuki dislikes the idea of eating meat from a living creature too, because that is such a beautiful character note). However, with the positioning of meat as a luxury in the Iron-Blooded Orphans setting, Shino sees it as strange and unusual and he's never found a version of it he genuinely likes. This is, of course, not especially unusual among Tekkadan. He *is* open to new culinary experiences but he's generally just more at home with vegetable dishes.

The only time this has been even remotely relevant is when he ordered the breakfast fry-up at Sampo's caf on Avalanche Under Two.

For an ask game

#writing #gundam ibo #fanfic #words in answer #closet-trumpet-monkey

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myhotel-year · 7 months

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Tonight's Movie: Hostel (I and II)

god there is so much misogyny, badly written female characters who just hate on each other, criminalization of drugs and alcohol, and playing into awful slavic stereotypes. The gore is barely worth it they should have died worse

they just added ableism and being mean to ugly people.

no joke you can't tell apart the strippers and the main characters cause they're all exactly the same in both look and temperament

fuck even the girls will call something gay

AND now there's GOLFING it officially has all my least favourite things

i'm starting to recognize different directors' style n stuff, mr Tarantula i am not a fan so far

to be real it's also 2007

and why do they keep getting ambushed by ethnically ambiguous children

i get that everyone in horror movies has to be a villain but GOD WOW

ren faire? with hypnotism????

deadass i could not figure out what the tattoo was of, i thought it was a lil ghostie

ok redeemed the fiddling is really good

reminds me of a Sebastian Stan movie i saw.. FRESH

diversity win! the ugly girl gets a fat guy!

and ugly guy gets his revenge! (he could have saved women from murder cannibalism but she hurt his feelings)

even bitchy girls understand u don't let a homie disappear w someone

how is "person knows ur name before you tell them" a horror trope and how do they always FIGURE IT OUT

if someone remembers my name i am ecstatic, sometimes i can't even remember if i told them already

did they get captured separately by different murderers?

diversity win? the strippers are as good at killing girls as they are guys

ooooo moments of comedy keep horror alive, they really do

why is pole dancing in movies barely anything but irl it's like, a sport level exercise

oh he's gonna bathe in her blood wow

honestly she's p small i don't think she'd have enough blood for a real bath

OOO THERE'S A WOMAN KILLER TOO

love how they keep using gay as a slur but also using negative lesbian stereotypes (mean, specifically to men, overtly sexual towards other women but also mean to them)

how do the fucking kids always get revenge, and why are they so mean???? what have they been through fuck

well. direct answer to. my question.

has stripper girl gone soft? she is helping the target??? or maybe not

love how good w names i am

ok this movie does give good backstory to the first one, and it does feel like a totally different perspective and kind of movie being told from a woman's pov, but also have you ever talked to a real woman

like you get the general shape of "woman" but you've never actually SEEN one in real life

like yeah the concept of human trafficking is scary to everyone, but liiike, you do know that's a real fear for many actual women,,,

it feels like a white man going "isn't slavery scary as a concept, wouldn't that be terrible lmao"

yeah it's normal for a bestie to do a makeover when i'm freshly traumatized and hurt

"we're the normal ones" *does cocaine*

for both movies i've checked how much longer at about an hour (30 mins left) cause i get fuckin bored

there's such a back and forth of are they actually a villain at the very end it's very interesting

nooo i'm not gonna kill you, i'm a good guy! I'm one of the nice ones!!

FUCK

lmao he can't even handle watching her die what a FUCKING CUNT

ha i knew the strong one would end up the wuss and the sad one would be the killer

good doggies

ANOTHER WOMAN IN CHARGE

it's true, the real incels are are the ones that call them incels

woah birthday almost twins, i'm 11/11 she's 12/12

lmao she's got him by the dick, LITERALLY

ok actually that's amazing

diversity win! a girl joins ur gang

I'M NOT KIDDING THE FIDDLING IS SO GOOD

i am even more confused

Mr. Tarantula u do know how to make a movie feel like it ended in the middle so you can make a sequel

the "or is it" of horror

guess i know tomorrow's movie

#tonight's movie #hostel #horror

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stellamancer · 8 months

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Hello hello Niku, I'm the anon who had sent that ask regarding sending in ideas earlier today! ^^

First and foremost thank you so so much for your kind words and assurances, I'm happy to hear that sending the ask was okay, I was so scared of over stepping or that the way in which I phrased the ask would come across/sound a certain type of that I almost wussed out and didn't send it lol ^^; I totally understand not being able to get to an ask or responding within a certain period of time, life happens, you've got hobbies and there's absolutely zero obligations in any way! <:) (Oh and while I utterly adore the way you write Gojo😳 in regards to your initial response. Yes. Make him even more pathetic if you so desire. That wet napkin of a man is always in a grave need to be humbled, and I don't think anyone would complain at the thought lol)

But to get onto the whole reason I sent the ask in the first place, while the idea doesn't have much background or development, it's just stuck with me in such a way that I couldn't help but latch onto it and the possibilities that came with it!

So without further ado.... What do you think it would look like if Gojo got a mean case of amnesia? Be it permanent or temporary is completely undecided, but I just wonder how he would act. Would he be more serious/ toned down? Any more chaotic and an unabashed menace than what he already is? I just wonder about any and all differences that he would potentially have, be it personality, mannerisms, how he acted around/treated others, etc... I'd like to believe he would at the very least make enough haste to put 'remember who I am' on the To Do list, but he's just such??? An eccentric guy even with all of his memories, so it's an interesting head scratcher to imagine lol

Furthermore, because it's not enough to have one thought, but another, smaller one to latch onto the first. What if, while still suffering from amnesia Gojo essentially gets Isekai'd(?) into a world that is literally exactly the same in each and every way, but there isn't an ounce of cursed energy to be had. No sorcerers, no curses, nothing of the sort.

Plainly speaking, the jujutsu world has played a part in each and every aspect of Gojo's life, no matter how much he despised and fought it. So the idea of someone losing their memory is already quite unfortunate, no matter who they are, but to have to even attempt to re learn who they once were but also in a different world, one that is familiar, but distinctly off just enough, especially considering what exactly it is that's 'missing' in his case, sounds so incredibly lonely and isolating :(

Because realistically he would have no one to fall back to, to help him. It'd be a miracle if he stumbled upon a samaritan kind enough to give him the time of day. I imagine it'd be super overwhelming, and the ever growing sense of his existence just being so inherently 'wrong' would be?? Horrible (Because yes, he garners attention. He's pretty. But would anyone he approaches honestly take him seriously? Maybe readers the first one to finally take his words for what they are, maybe they meet when he's passed out outside of their job as they're closing up for the night and after an intense bout of screaming and a hurried sad excuse of an explanation on Gojo's part, some kind of odd understanding is had between the two)

(And in regards to the mentioned Isekai, I don't really know why/how this would happen, maybe when being sealed away he was literally just express mailed to our world, maybe he manages to finally beat the antagonist of the story/fulfills his role and the universe just??? Presses the evaporate button. Hell, considering all of the wild cursed techniques and energies going on in all of these intense fights it wouldn't surprise me if it made the worlds oddest cosmic cocktail and rips open a wormhole or smth lol)

Sksksksk that was an absolute monster of an ask, once more I hope that's okay lol ^^ hopefully my rambles weren't too wild and coherent enough, this train of thought has been going rampant in my head for the past couple of days and I just!!! Had to share it! Thank you so so much for your kind words and time, once again please know there is never any rush or pressure to respond, simply being able to write and send the idea off is more than enough for me! <:)

Oh, yes, I must make him more pathetic then. I'm actually not quite sure how, though, actually. I guess I would need to put him in a situation where he can display his pathetic loser tendencies (maybe I should consult Morgan over this…)

I'm gonna put the rest under a cut.

Anyway, Gojo with amnesia… I guess that depends on a couple things, like how deep is this amnesia going? Are we just wiping memories or does it run deeper and has he lost some character development too because I think there would be differences depending on these two scenarios. That said, I think that either way he would be more serious, maybe not necessarily more toned down, but a little less joking because he's missing his memories. But on the other side of that is that I don't think he'd be freaking out, or anything; he'd probably outwardly try to look like he's perfectly fine and nothing's wrong.

Then to be isekai'd. Your brain's really going for the double whammy there. To lose your memories and be transported to another world… I'd assume that he probably still can use his CT and stuff, though the amnesia also begs the question of how skilled he is with those. If anything, the Six Eyes probably still work, so he'd probably know right away that things do not look 'right.' Actually, I think he'd probably still need to use jujutsu because, like, then if he rememebred bits of pieces of his life while he's in this other world… he might think he's going insane. The mind-fuckery potential is wild! You could really play up the horror factor and I think that would be a lot of fun!

And then having a reader who is kind and open-minded and… I do think he'd try to do things on his own because he's kind of like that, so I think a reader would have to be like "I am helping you and that is that."

I think that using his boxing would be a good way to, like, easily whisk him away. But, if he's there temporarily it does seem a little bit sad. I mean amnesia, I feel like, usually ends up being an angsty trope so… are you a little angst gremlin anon? I mean how else do people get isekai'd… Gojo vs Truck-chan… who would win? LMAO. An other worldly wormhole could be good too… I think that gives the chance for other characters from JJK to pop up. I think if any of his students came for him and he asked them 'well who are you guys?' they might actually think he was fucking around and not actually amnesic. LMAO.

And no worries on ask length! I'm happy to soundboard for you or anyone else for that matter! I mean I did input some opinion, but I hope you don't mind that. But thank you so much for sharing with me!! uwu

#on anon #how else do i even tag this himmm

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