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recreationalfanfics · 1 year

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Loki + Jack The Ripper with a Muerte the Wolf! S/o:

LIKE THE READER HAS THE SAME MANNERISMS AND JUST IS DEATH, NOT A DEATH GOD, THEY JUST ARE DEATH. Also Handsome is used in a gender neutral term here btw!"

Loki:

You always had a certain distaste when it came to Gods. They were, if not just as bad, as humans when it came to appreciating their lives because you knew already that even God's could bleed. When Ragnarok started, you essentially became a janitor as you took the souls of dead mortals to Niflhiem, and were confused when you had to escort two God's souls but it made you slightly proud, knowing that these humans were willing to fight for their entire survival and for their future generations...they may not have been as hopeless as you thought.

"Hello, (tall/small), dark, and handsome!" A voice called out to you.

Unlike some people.

"Loki. Leave me be, I have work to attend too." You brush him off, not bothering to look back at the green-haired God.

However that did not stop him from being as annoying as ever and floating in front of you, his face upside down as he gave you one of his signature creepy little smiles. You scoffed and ducked down under him but he immediately stood upright, his feet landing on the ground.

As of late, the God of Deciet started hanging around you more. You couldn't really fathom as to WHY, maybe because he thought you were interesting or maybe because he knew you wanted to be left alone and just wanted to bother you anyways. Regardless, you've been pestered by him non stop for ages.

"Aw, but you always have work!" He whines, grabbing your cloak and pulling you towards him.

You make no reaction as you fall into his arms and you let out an animalistic growl as he hugs you tightly and nuzzles his cheek with yours.

"If I didn't know any better, (Y/n), it's almost like you don't like me!"

You harshly shove him off of you and try to walk off but he catches up to you rather quickly. He was oddly more determined than usual to get in your way, "So, what did you think of the fight just now? Aren't the humans exciting!?"

You smiled at him, "I'll agree with you on that. I'm gonna be honest, I'm quite proud of them."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yes." Then your eyes go from (e/c) to red as you step in front of him with a wolfish grin, "I wonder if they'll finally make you Gods realize that one day, I'll come for you all, too."

Loki blinks but then laughs at your words, causing you to become stone-faced once more seeing how your intimidation didn't work on him, either because he was too arrogant or too out of his mind.

"Believe me, if I could die a thousand deaths just so you would come to me just once, I would," He sighs dreamily, making you roll your eyes and turn away from him, "But, alas, it seems you're too insistent on playing hard to get!"

It feels very noteworthy to mention that you've been playing "hard to get" with him for a good portion of your existence and considering how death was neverending, it has been a very long time. You learned long ago you shouldn't bother to get attached to people because you knew that you couldn't keep them, you'd have to take them and give them up at some point, and this tournament only proved that not even the God of Deceit would be any different if the humans could kill gods. Not that you'd be super upset if he were to die, regardless of how managed to rile up all your emotion, it would still be all the same.

"...Answer me this, God, would you still smile at me the way you do now if I had to escort you to Niflhiem?"

Loki seemed taken aback by your question and tapped his chin, pretending to think about your inquiry before giving you a sly smile.

"Only if you send me off with a kiss~"

You narrow your eyes at him but begin to walk away from him. You should've known better than to ask a serious question to a foolish God.

Jack the Ripper:

Jack wondered if he was able to die a second time in the afterlife, well...he knew he was able too considering he just killed a God, but he wonders what would happen if he just dropped to the ground, laying down and succumbing to the injuries bestowed into him by Hercules and the crowd. Would he go to Niflhiem? Or would he just go to Hell?

He didn't get the chance to find out because once he fell to his knees, he felt another person grab one of his arms and put it around their shoulder. He feels their hand on his back supporting him as they both stood up together and then walked down the hall.

"I truly do believe that you're cursed, Jack." You sigh softly, shaking your head. He looks up at you, you can see him doing so from your peripheral vision and you chuckle to yourself softly, "Honestly, it amazes me how you're capable of such cruelty and yet, you still have such innocent eyes."

You speak to him like you are an old friend to him, in fact, you feel awfully familiar to him. He's certain that he's never met you before in his life, however, he would've remembered someone with such a beautiful color. You...you embodied it, you embodied his favorite color of life fleeting from a person, but there was more to your color than just that. You were a macabre work of art, so if you had met...surely he would've remembered you!

"D...Do I know you?" He asked, trying his best not to cough up blood. You shake your head, "No...but I do know you. After all, we have worked with each other quite a few times in the past. Five times to be exact."

He narrowed his eyes, now he surely felt like he would've remembered you, especially if he met you five times. You chuckle at his furrowed brows as he tries to think about what you were talking about.

"You might not have seen me, but you have felt me." You tease, finding the look on his face quite endearing.

He wonders what on Earth you could've possibly meant by that, thinking long and hard. Yes, you did feel familiar. You felt calm to be around, perhaps slightly bit ominous, but you felt like...like the silence after a tragedy occurs. Solemn, causing slight anxiety to those around you, but then...quiet. Calm yet suspenseful.

Ah, he knows who you are now.

And you can see it in his eyes that he recognizes you.

"(Y/n)." He says, making it your turn to be shocked,

He was supposed to know you, but the fact he calls you...that name instead of your generally well-known one surprises you. He notices your expression change and smiles, "I do apologize if that was improper of me, but something inside me was telling me to call you that."

He was an odd one indeed.

"Don't apologize, I also feel as though we can drop the formalities, Jack." You chuckle.

You bring him the medical wing of the stadium and as you lay him down on the gurney, he grabs your arm before you pull it away.

"Thank you...for being with me all my life, (Y/n)." He grins.

If you had a heart, you were sure it would break from how true his words are. You had followed him along for quite a long time until you caught up to him, and now here you were, this time, he was able to finally see you.

"You truly are a cursed man." You sigh sadly, squeezing his hand reassuringly before standing up and leaving.

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thefrontofmymind · 1 year

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Helping Hand (Matty Healy x Reader)

Requests:

hi! i just came across your blog and read both your matty works! if your requests are open could you write a friends to lovers with matty? maybe a confession with tension from not knowing the other’s feelings? –anon

Could you write a Matty Healy smut where he and the reader share an apartment as friends. Reader comes home pissed and Matty offers to ✨take care✨ of the reader for the night. Reader also has a praise kink – @kmsmedine

Prompt idea: “you know I can fuck you better, right?” With matty –anon

WARNINGS: piv unprotected smut, blowjob, a little bit of alcohol consumption (lmk if i missed anything)

The way you’d describe your life, in a word, would be bittersweet. You had your dream job, a great family, a gorgeous apartment, but there was one part that was missing, an important part–you lacked a connection, at least in a way that was satisfying.

You hated the idea that you were some kind of cliche–you had everything you ever wanted except a boyfriend, it sounded like some half-arsed romcom you’d find on DVD in some bargain bin at a Poundstretcher. Sure, you weren’t completely hopeless, you could get a shag if you felt so inclined, when you felt so inclined. But your heart was never in it. Because of one man, your closest friend in the whole universe–and roommate–Matty.

You’d spent years pining over him. From the moment you’d met him, you could feel your heart jump every time he’d look your way, and then crack and crumble when he’d look elsewhere. It wasn’t from lack of trying with him–the first year of your friendship you tried your damnedest to get him to notice you in the way you craved.

The nail in the coffin came with his first serious relationship–a lovely girl called Heather, or Hannah, or some name like that–you pushed the feelings to the very back of your mind as best you could, but they refused to stay quiet. You had many a crises over what to do. You loved Matty, more than a friend, and even more than a lover, he was your person and you couldn’t bear the thought of living without him, no matter how painful it would be to see him hold another’s hand, whisper in an ear that wasn’t your’s, see the way he smirk at other girls in clubs when they’d tell him what they wanted to do to him on the cab ride home–something you could never get the courage to do.

Though once you’d mourned the loss of what may have been, you realised what you did have, a man who knew you like the back of his own hand and would run to you the second he was beckoned, though just platonically.

Eventually you began to put yourself out there, started seeing other men–nothing serious ever came of any of them, but it was a distraction, nonetheless. You’d simply made your peace with the situation and resigned yourself to the fact that it would never change.

You figured you’d never get one of those looks from Matty that you’d seen made other girls’ knees wobble, and you’d certainly never get that close to him, and you’d simply have to make do with any distraction you could find, as hopelessly downcast it seemed..

It was late on Thursday night, very late. You weren’t home yet and it worried Matty–he knew you’d have left work almost an hour ago and you hadn’t let him know you were going anywhere afterwards–it was all very unlike you.

He sat in your shared living room on the sofa, laptop in front of him as he fiddled around with some demos that George had sent him, though he was immediately pulled out of it when he heard the front door slam shut and saw you huff as you walked to your bedroom. He quickly got up and followed you, concerned.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist then?” He asked you as he was greeted with the sight of you sat down on your bed, taking off your boots and eyes that were full of tears–a horrible side affect of being left with your thoughts on the walk home.

“I’m not in the mood for a joke, Matty,” you sighed, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” He was truly worried.

You took a second to collect your thoughts before you spoke. “Why is it that some guys just never learn, hey? Like they just do not care about the girls they’re fucking and don’t even try to give them attention?” Matty gave you a questioning look as he sat down next to you, seeing your wet eyes threatened to spill. “You remember that guy, Sam? The one I met at the work Christmas party last year?” Matty nodded. “Well, he asked me to go over to his after I got off work, and I went-uh-and he just doesn’t care.” You couldn’t stop the sob that came out as you finished your sentence. As if on instinct, Matty pulled you into his chest and let you cry, to which you had no protests. You had been building up for a while and it seemed you just couldn’t hold off the breaking point any longer.

“That’s so shit,” Matty said, holding you gently. “You deserve better than that.”

You sat in silence for a moment, you could smell the faint scent of weed and his regular cologne on Matty’s jumper.

You laughed. “Yeah, well it’s not like I really have any other prospects at the moment, so I’m just kinda stuck with Speedy Sam for now…”

Matty laughed with you for a second before his tone changed drastically. “C’mon, you’re a stunner! Surely you’ve got a lineup just waiting for ya?”

“No one else seems remotely interested…” You sighed. You knew it wasn’t productive to pity yourself the way you were, but you’d had a few glasses of wine at Sam’s so you couldn’t really help yourself.

“Well that’s just not true, now…” Matty muttered–under his breath but still loud enough that he knew you’d have heard it. You didn’t know how to answer him, you were simply gobsmacked–surely he didn’t mean what you thought he was hinting at? After all these years?

You tried to laugh it off, break the tension with some joke and asked Matty if there was any takeaway from the other night left in the fridge, but his face didn’t crack and he never broke eye contact, and that sobered you up really quick.

It felt like the earth had stopped turning and time had stopped ticking–it was just you and Matty at a stalemate in your apartment.

“Just something I thought about…” He mumbled as he got up and went back to the living room, leaving you wide-eyed and gobsmacked in your bedroom with a mind going a million miles a minute.

As if on autopilot, your legs carried you to the living room, standing right in front of Matty–who was ever-so unbothered and scrolling on his laptop. You didn’t quite know what to say, so you stood with wide eyes fixed right on him as you mulled over how you could ever respond in this situation.

“Can I help you?” He said, as if he didn’t drop a bomb on you merely a minute ago.

“You can’t just say that to me,” you said with a deadly serious tone that even took you by surprise.

Matty closed his laptop and stood up so you were eye-to eye. “I only said it because it was true.”

“Wha-” You couldn’t speak, all the air in your throat felt trapped, you couldn’t breathe. This couldn’t be happening.

“You know I can fuck you better, right?” He said, without a microgram of hesitation nor taunting in voice, while his eyes stayed unwavering and staring into yours. “Better than that dickhead and any other guy you’ve been with since I’ve known you.”

You could barely stutter out an answer, you knew what you wanted to say–you had fantasies of a proposition like this from Matty for years, you’d resigned yourself that it would never happen and that was just something you had to make peace with. You needed to tell him, and now.

“Then prove it,” you said, a small waver in your tone, showing the sliver of trepidation.

Matty’s thumb lightly rubbed the side of your cheek, not breaking eye contact. “Can I kiss you?”

“I think you should,” you answered, feeling so much anxiety at this newfound revelation in your best friend and roommate.

His lips were ever-so soft against yours, giving you the chance to pull away, should you want to, but you didn’t. Without thinking, you grabbed the fabric of the collar of the hoodie he was wearing and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. You couldn’t quite process what was happening, your mind felt like mush as you lightly bit on his bottom lip, earning a stifled moan from Matty. You eventually had to break the kiss to get a proper breath in, as much as you wish you didn’t have to. You stayed close–nose-to-nose–as you caught your breaths.

“So your room or mine?” He asked.

You pulled him back to your mouth, this time with a bit more ferocity, and your hands quickly found their way to his hair as he grabbed at your waist. You both managed to stumble to your room–the closer one–without breaking the kiss. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to be doing, and you were just glad it was finally happening, not just in your mind when you were alone and bored.

Matty quickly pulled away to take off his hoodie, while you rid yourself of the sweaty and dishevelled blouse you’d worn to work that day. Before you knew it, you’d gotten completely bare in front of him–you weren’t scared or worried or insecure, it was Matty, he knew you, so there was nothing for you to be afraid of, nor him.

He sat on your bed before you, you didn’t quite know how to proceed. You’d been through so many scenarios like this in your head, you were overwhelmed.

“C’mere, darling,” he said, holding out a hand to take yours and guiding you to straddle him–it all felt much more sincere and…intimate…than before–you finally realised this was real and it was happening.

Matty locked his arms around your waist as you began to kiss down his neck and into the crook of his shoulder, eliciting a breathy moan from the top of his throat. His hands began to wander down your back and he took grip of your ass cheeks as he kissed you again.

Your hands soon found their way to his cock, slowly giving it a couple of strokes before you readjusted so you could press a warm kiss to its head.

Matty’s head was spinning, never did he think he would ever have a chance with you, in the years of your friendship. He was simply too scared to say anything, and it got to a point that he’d come to the conclusion that he’d left that grace period of early-friendship confusion well in the past and there was nothing he could do about it, so he tried to move on–girlfriend after girlfriend, with as many pointless hook ups in between, but they all weren’t you. It was a miracle you hadn’t punched him in the face for what he said; he’d had a couple glasses of wine and it went straight to his head, giving him the confidence to do what he truly wanted to in the first place.

Matty sunk into a sea of ecstasy as your lips closed around him and his cock inched further and further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

“Oh darling,” he barely managed to stutter out between moans as he gently grabbed a handful of your hair and your tongue swirled around his tip. “Ple-please just let me fuck you.”

“I think you should.” You said as Your mouth was replaced by your hand and you looked at his face to answer him–his lips parted and eyes almost completely shut from pleasure. You weren’t sure where the sudden confidence you exuded came from, but you were sure glad it appeared when it did.

Soon enough, you were once again straddling Matty’s lap, his cock rubbing against your entrance–you felt like your head was just about ready to explode from the anticipation.

“Are you ready, baby?” Matty whispered, leaving a trail of kisses from your ear to the crook of your shoulder. You couldn’t find the words to speak, so you let out a hum and a fervent nod, and that was enough for him.

You felt so full as each inch of him entered you, leaving you a moaning mess immediately. Matty was in a similar state, breathing deeply and trying to blink away the stars in his vision of you. You began to move, just a little, which made the pleasure increase tenfold–leaving you twitching and whining every time Matty hit your g-spot. He took hold of your hips, helping you bounce on his cock.

“So…so good…So good fo’ me…” he moaned, leaving you smiling to yourself.

As time went on, your legs began to grow tired, and Matty noticed as your movements slowed.

“Want me to be on top?” He asked in between feverish kisses wherever he could place them.

“Yeah,” you chuckled. “M’legs are getting sore.”

After some readjustment, Matty was now hovering above you, while one of your legs wrapped around his hip to keep him close. His thrusts were slower than you were expecting–going as deep as he could get. One of his hands was holding himself up from next to your head, while the other found its way to your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles on to the swollen bud.

It all just felt so comfortable, so natural–not at all like a first fuck, the two of you moved so in sync with each other, you’d think you’d been together for years with just how responsive you were to each other.

You felt your lungs get tighter as your breathing got shallower, and a tension began to grow between your thighs. You urged Matty to go faster, to which he obliged with a smirk that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

All at once, everything let go, and you were sent into orbit as you released–all the while moaning and whining which only spurred Matty on more, soon reaching his release as well before collapsing on top of you, fully spent.

The two of you laid there on your bed in silence for a little while, Matty’s softening cock still inside you. There was something so intimate about the whole situation, you couldn’t keep your eyes off his face as he caught his breath with a small grin on his face. You noticed freckles on his nose, faint lines around his eyes, things you’d never had the chance, nor the right before this, to see.

Eventually, Matty moved to face you before speaking. “That was…” He um’d and ah’d for a moment, trying to find the right words. “It was everything I’ve ever hoped it was.”

“Really?” You never thought of Matty hoping something would happen, and what it would be like.

“And more,” he added, kissing you again while you chuckled in the afterglow. You both began to drift into the lull of sleep in each other’s arms. “And I never want to hear about Speedy Sam again…”

#matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy smut

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spenzitz · 1 year

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Heyy!! I sincerely love what you write and I would love to see what toge would do if y/n pretended like they don't understand what he's trying to say!!, It'd be a really fun reaction :D

WHAT?

you pretend to not understand inumaki >;( inumaki x gn!reader, pre-relationship, pouty inumaki

a/n ~ i'm so sorry i never got to this my love, this really was so cute though :( words ~ 943

inumaki is a massive baby. anytime he gets a scrape or bruise, you know he's going to whine and complain for days. not to mention when his throat is sore from a long day of missions, the second years will never hear the end of it. he loves to complain.

for a guy who can barely communicate verbally, inumaki loves to talk. he's always texting one of you or blowing up the group chat with gossip about the first years that literally none of you care about. poor yuta gets woken up at 2 am more often than not by inumaki's rambling. he just doesn't have the heart to mute the group chat, he misses you guys!!

since yuta has been away, you have been inumaki's primary companion. he texts you practically every hour of the day and definitely every day.

you were the perfect target for his ranting. you and inumaki were usually paired together for missions and training, and he had the biggest crush on you.

most days, he followed you around like a lost puppy, and, as maki often pointed out, you never stopped him. this may or may not be because you also had a crush on him, but you'd never admit that.

one day, you wake up late for training. not uncharacteristic of you, but you didn't make it a habit either. when you finally show up to training you're groggy and still half-asleep. everyone could tell you were still tired with the bags under your eyes, sloppily thrown on uniform, and constant yawning. inumaki must not have cared.

just like every morning, he's immediately on you(figuratively) and blabbering rice ball ingredients while simultaneously blowing up your phone. usually, you get the general idea of what he's saying, but this morning you just can't.

"what?" you say, staring at him blankly as if he had the ability to elaborate further. he rolls his eyes and returns your blank stare. "tuna," he says, pointing to his phone. "salmon cod roe." he then points to your phone. "ok, fine," you sigh, taking out your phone and reading his thesis on why nobara and maki are 'totally made for each other' as inumaki put it. you giggled at his seriousness over such a trivial topic. he was, no doubt, a hopeless romantic, how cute.

as you text him back and forth while exchanging glances here and there, you think about frustrated he was when you didn't get what he was saying. this made you wonder how he would react if you... messed with him a little.

your plan was simple. you just wanted to see how long you could go pretending to not understand him and how he would react. you decided to include the second years in your plan but kept the first years in the dark, per panda's request.

it didn't take inumaki long to figure out what you guys were doing, and he was having none of it. no matter how many times he points to something or someone and yells, "bonito flakes!" or "tuna!" you all just give him confused looks and ask him what he means.

after a while, inumaki goes and pouts on the couch in the common room and spams yuta with messages complaining about you guys. while inumaki is definitely playing it up for sympathy, he still feels isolated. suddenly, he's back to feeling like a little kid who didn't have any friends.

he puts his phone down and sighs. he knows yuta is asleep right now. fuck timezones, he thinks. he's alone. inumaki knows you guys are just messing with him, and he doesn't want to seem weak to you, so he just rolls over and pouts on his own.

sometime throughout the day, you had all lost track of inumaki. he just up and disappeared. you all texted him to ask where he was, but he didn't respond to any of you. you decided to all split up and look for inumaki. you were only teasing him, but if he wasn't begging for attention, then there was probably something wrong.

eventually, you find him laying on the couch in the common room, dozing off on his own. he was laying on his side facing the back of the couch. you thought he looked so lonely like that. inumaki was always joking around, it was hard to imagine him being so down like this.

he hears you walk up to him and kneel beside the couch, but he doesn't budge. he's trying to pretend he's asleep so he doesn't have to face you, but it's no use.

you gently wrap your arms around his curled-up body and rest your head on top of his. a blush slowly creeps up inumaki's face as he realizes what's happening. he's glad he's facing away from you.

"i'm sorry," you say quietly as you squeeze him a little tighter.

"it was my idea, and it was cute at first," you start. inumaki's eyes widen, still facing the couch, face fully flushed and heart racing. you were hugging him and calling him cute. he just might explode.

"but we took it too far. i'm really sorry toge." you sink your head lower as you start pulling away. you were going to leave him be now that you said your peace, but inumaki didn't really want that.

you try to pull away, but inumaki grips your arm wrapped around his front and says, "bonito flakes."

he wanted you to stay.

"ok," you whisper out, pulling him closer to the edge of the couch so you can hold him closer. "I'll stay."

you always understood exactly what he meant.

i'm the worst :(

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#inumaki x reader #toge inumaki x reader #inumaki toge x reader #inumaki fluff #jjk x reader

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patito-oward · 9 months

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First Times

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WC: 1.8k

Summary: a first date with Pato

Tags: tooth rotting fluff

I wrote this all today, and I think it’s really cute, also could become a multi part series of like all the firsts with Pato, idk let me know what y’all think. please like and reblog i love y’all 🫶🏼🫶🏼

YN doesn’t know why she’s doing this. Dating always seems like more of a hassle than it’s worth. At the end of the day, she knows she’s doing it because of the voice in the back of her mind saying “what if he’s the one?”. The hopeless romantic in her is apparently winning, because despite how frustrating it is to get dressed up and look her best for a mediocre night filled with boring conversation, she’s still going.

She’s being set up with a friend of a friend’s brother, who’s honestly one of the most attractive men she’s ever seen, at least on his instagram. From what she knows about him she’s very apprehensive. He’s a famous race car driver, which has her hesitating in so many ways it’s hard to list them all, and his instagram honestly makes him look like a slut. Applying the finishing details to her makeup she steps back to take a final look at herself in the mirror and smoothes out her outfit. They’re going to a pretty fancy place, so she’s wearing a black satin maxi dress with black heels, simple yet elegant she thinks.

As her uber pulls up to the restaurant she quickly notices that all the cars in the parking lot are incredible fancy. She double checks her appearance in her phone camera before heading in. The host leads her to the table where he’s already waiting for her, but quickly stands up.

He reaches his hand out “Hi, I’m Pato.”

“YN, It’s nice to meet you.”

He grabs her chair and pulls it out for her, then quickly sits down across from her.

Pato was stunned as the woman that just sat down in front of him may be the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen. He’d never let her know this but he spent a borderline stalker ish amount of time scrolling through her instagram before going out with her. Dating was something that made him incredibly nervous.

When he was younger he didn’t date much because he was a bit of a late bloomer, and now he tries his best to avoid it. It’s not that he doesn’t want someone in his life, he wants it more than almost anything, it just seems so impossible with his lifestyle. He’s on the road for seven months of the year which makes it really hard to not only meet someone but maintain a relationship. It’s not that he doesn’t have his choice of gorgeous women, he’s never failed to find someone to spend the night with if that’s what he wants, but it usually only lasts a night. In the past year the few girls he’d been on multiple dates with had made it clear that they were more interested in his fame and money than him.

His sister had set him up with YN, she’s convinced that he’s lonely and needs someone to play matchmaker for him. At least one of those things is true. As he sat across from her now, all of his annoyance at Elba for making him go is fading away. She’s beautiful but not in a lip filler and face lift way, she’s got the prettiest smile he’s ever seen, and he can feel himself falling for her already.

He kicks himself as he can already see himself marrying and starting a family with her. It’s what he always tries to picture with other women but is never able to.

The restaurant has an incredible atmosphere to it. Candles on each table and dim lighting overhead setting the mood, and quiet classical music playing in the background. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long for me.”

“Oh, no I just got here. You look amazing by the way.”

She smiles and looks down at her lap, “Thank you.”

As she starts looking over the menu she sees that all of the food has a ridiculous name and description that you’d have to spend an hour trying to understand. She finally settles on some sort of salad, just hoping that it’ll be good. When the waiter comes over, Pato tries to show off by ordering an almost $200 bottle of wine for the table. Her jaw drops a bit as she starts to wonder how she’s going to afford to split this bill, she’ll have to put dinner on a credit card.

She can’t help but feel out of place in this environment, hands fidgeting with her dress the entire night. As the night goes on they learn more and more about each other, sharing anything and everything. From favorite color to deepest fears, if YN’s being honest, it’s the most she’s connected with a date in a while. Then they start telling about their families, and how they grew up.

She realized quickly that he grew up with more money than she did. As he talked about the large house he grew up in and his father’s job, she felt out of place all over again. She grew up in a small apartment in New York, always wearing hand-me downs and eating off brand cereal. It’s not like she was ungrateful, her mother gave her and her sister everything she could with what she had, being a single mother and all, but it did make her feel looked down on when she was around people who had so much.

Pato felt like a moron as she began to tell him about how she grew up. It wasn’t until she brought up her single mother and how she moved to texas with $35 in her bank account that he realized how uncomfortable she was. He noticed how she was playing with the extra fabric on her dress that bunched around her thighs, and how stiff her posture was.

“This isn’t really your place is it?”

She tries to shrug it off. “It’s a nice place.”

“But you’re uncomfortable.” It’s not a question but a statement. She nods her head and looks down at her lap sheepishly. “Man, I feel like such an idiot. I wanted to impress you, but it’s clear none of this impressed you and now I’ve made a fool out of myself.”

“Can we just get out of here?”

He sighs, knowing he fucked up the date and calls for the bill. When it gets there she starts digging through her purse to find her credit card.

“What are you doing?”

She looks at him confused, “Um, getting my card?”

“No I took you on this awful date, I’ll pay for it.” She wants to argue, but knows that she quite literally can’t afford to, so instead offers a hushed thank you.

When they walk out to the parking lot he tells her to at least let him drive her home, and she agrees. He walks her over to his car but stops right in front of it. “I guess this doesn’t impress you either.”

She stares at the light blue sports car, “Not really, no.”

He laughs self-deprecatingly, “Strike two, I’m on a role tonight.”

She climbs into the car, but doesn’t hesitate to look at him sideways when the door opens upwards. He starts to drive towards her apartment when she rattles off the address, he knows the area vaguely. They don’t say much on the drive home, the radio softly plays in the background, and she gives the occasional direction.

“Turn in here.”

“What?”

“Turn. In. Here.” He turns into an In-N-Out parking lot but looks thoroughly confused. “Go through the drive through.”

He does as she says and she orders for the both of them. As they pull up to the window to pay she pulls out her card. “The first part of the night was on you, let me get this part.”

”You’re not tired of this yet?”

“Well you still have a third strike.” He smiles at her as they accept the food from the second window. “The place was not so great, but the date wasn’t going so bad.”

“I’m so glad you’re giving me a second chance.” He pulls into a parking spot and they continue their date where they left off. They click so well, and YN knows that this definitely won’t be their last date.

“This is an american monstrosity.”

“How have you never tried it?”

“Come on, you’re messing with me.”

“No I’m not,” YN takes another fry and dips it into her shake, then holds it out to him. “Eat it.” He gives her an unsure look, but eats it anyways. He makes a show of eating it, but doesn’t say anything. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

“It’s not as bad as I thought.”

“Ha! You did like it.” She’s laughing at him even though there’s nothing to really laugh at, she’s just very happy.

He’s smiling at her also happy to be with her, “You look really beautiful.”

She’s not laughing anymore, but there’s still a smile plastered on her face. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

The smallness of the car has them close together anyways, but they’ve also leaned into each other. Pato’s voice is hoarse, “I really want to kiss you right now.”

YN closes the gap between them, and the kiss is everything a first kiss should be. She feels as if there’s fireworks going off in her stomach, and she’s a little dizzy. The kiss is soft and slow and sweet, his hand is resting on her face and caressing her cheek. YN has her hand resting on his shoulder. He tastes like chocolate and french fries and something else that she thinks she wants to be buried with.

When they pull away her head is swimming and she needs a moment to get her thoughts together. He’s the first to speak, “It’s getting pretty late I should probably take you home.”

“Yeah, you probably should.” but she makes no effort to move away from him.

He finally moves away from her, and he takes their trash to a can that was outside. They continue talking on the way to her apartment, the car less tense now. He walks her up to her door, but stops when they arrive. “Thank you for going out with me tonight, I had a great time.”

“I can honestly say I did, too.”

“So did I get a third strike, or am I going to get to see you again?”

“When we’re you thinking?”

“Tomorrow night?” He gives her a bit of a sheepish grin, really hoping she’ll say yes.

She tilts her head at him, “That quickly?”

“I don’t see the point in waiting,” he grabs her hand in his. “I won’t get much done anyways, I’ll be distracted thinking about this incredible girl I went out with.”

“Your flirting will get you far in life.” She turns her key in the door and opens it.

“Is that a yes?”

“Pick me up at 5.” He can’t believe his luck as she begins to shut the door and he turns away. “Oh, and Pato?”

He turns back towards her door, “Yes?”

“Bring a normal car this time.”

He laughs, and she breaks into a 1000 watt smile. “Yes, darling, whatever you say.”

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spidernaisstuff · 11 months

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Alex extended reading chart

Here’s the extended reading chart of Alexis, I’ve mixed with previous readings that have been made of him (here the person who made it: @/gogysastrologer) so that it can be even more accurate. A part from reading it I’ll blend it to his personality and life.

- Include NSFW

Disclaimer: Do not take astrology aspect seriously at all, since astrology can tell you some things but not all, let's remember that we do not know him so this reading can’t be 100% accurate. astrology can tell you a part of the person, but not all, since we are individuals with tastes, thoughts and emotions that astrology cannot read.

He's a capricorn to the 7th degree, which shows he has heavy libra influence on his life, must be his mom or sister. most prominently, that includes relationships and law - which explain the whole lawyer and politics in his life. He also have a notable figure in his life might've been a lawyer ( maybe his dad because capricorn suns are well known for having the father figure be very, very prominent, whether in a good or bad way ) His dad is a pisces (I just know his date birthday, not the year) so reading this above the relationship between Capricorn and pisces are not bad, they are compatible, but it’s not normal on a pisces work on law, so he’s dad might have in his chart most air and earth placements, but with the theory of Alex and his dad have not a good relation might be because he have fire placement which crashes with him.

Actually the theory of separation it’s not actually true, It can be seen that in his childhood he could see a bit of friction between his parents because his father was involved in some type of politics, something that his mother probably didnt see for sure, I also see that he could have gone through a bad economic moment in his childhood (possibly his father's fault) so this may explain why Alex hasn’t the same relationship with him and why he studies law which would be to protect himself at some point from his parents' actions in the past. His brothers also seem to be involved in economic and law, so it can be said that it is a family of law.

Also he has been raised with religion and politics so that’s why its environment raised him being reserved with his life and mostly with emotions. this placement also shows someone who grew up with lots of insecurities about their appearance.

The BEST part about his chart is that he's a super hopeless romantic. a lot of time spent fantasizing about relationships and finding his soulmate, a lot of time wasted chasing after relationships. He waits to the exact one, he may believe to “find his soulmate”. He’s the one when he finds the one, there will not be more.

This also tells he’s very independent, but not just because of astrology but how he grew up, independent on school even independent on emotions, he can live by himself with no problem, the thing is that will make him sad/depressed but in some way he will overcome it, so don’t be surprised if he finally finds someone late in life, it’s just his way. This also shows he prefers the things go slowly but with security, he really don’t like things to Fuck up.

his sun also falls into his 12th house, meaning he's a very secretive person ( as i said previously ). he struggles with showing his authentic self to others and can feel attacked and put off by others trying too pry onto him or to find out more about him. this house placement is also an indicator of his father did not have an emotional presence in his childhood-teenager, I don't think his father disapproved on him, maybe in his beginnings as a youtuber he did not have his consent so he may see him as a disappointment, creating a tense and distant bond between the two. But I can see it maybe got better with time, Alex grew and showed him.

it can also point to foreign success and eventually settling down somewhere other than mexico, specifically because at some point he may start to feel 'suffocated' there, or like he can't fully implement his creativity, that’s why he might move a lot in his life. (Idk why but I’ve seen his cartography chart, and maybe Europe wil be his next home, Spain/England is highly the ones, I think the time he move there he’s career will be in the top)

This is a conclusion I made, but it’s highly possible he will date/marry a girl who will follow him wherever. she most likely to be known as him, just because he tends to be more attracted to really pretty women(inside or outside) and who have more money/power than him. So his future girlfriend will be a Spanish/English/Mexican (actually Europeans girls and mexican/american) would be the best actually. it appears that europe will make him get a lot of creativity. (Pls if someone knows how to read astral cartography correct me if I’m wrong :) Spanish and English girls on top hehe🤘🏻

moving onto his moon sign, His Moon in Aquarius means that he's very imaginative, creative, intelligent, mature, independent (he can handle emotions and situations in his own way) he respect privacy space and boundaries and doesn't care to be the fist at doing something. They're freak, in a fun way. That explains a lot of alex 🌚 also he's very expressive, it's in ways that not everyone could recognize. he probably has little 'tics' that only those who are really close to him can recognize which show his mood changes. This one is the eye twitching little people realized. he's prone to intense mood swings, making him seem completely unreadable to anyone who isn't very close to him. Actually he doesn’t open up easily like he’s the type he first to date you he have to know you at least for some months ( you know: unknown-friends-couple)

his moon sign also tells us that he may have grown up viewing his mother as a friend rather than a parent, almost to the point where being yelled at or punished by her might have seemed like a ridiculous idea to him. they're very close and he feels like he can tell her anything. this placement may point towards tension between the parents - he probably grew up hearing lots of arguments, kind of just a chaotic home life - again, might be a child of divorce. (I put all this as is because I read the same thing, remember I mixed with the ones that are already done)

Mercury in Capricorn: this planet rules the communication so this says how he communicate, speak, think, express and what we choose to study. He's very direct, logical and straight to the point, but he's not impulsive, he thinks before talking. (This makes a lot of sense) so that's why he's a lawyer. He knows the value of the words and when he means something he truly does, he knows what he say have a lot of value so he's careful of what he says AND to WHO. He's quiet and reserved of his relationships and life. (We all know this) he doesn't says anything unless it relates to the situation. He's not reserved with the people he have a lot of relation and confidence. They are GOOD listeners and gives logical responses (danm I love this) a business mindset and good at having good grades. So the perfect match for him would be the opposite: someone whose free, imaginative, sentimental, etc... This would help alex a lot to advance and improve and open his outlook on life and not close himself off. 🥹 also we can see alex has no problem inserting his authority where needed. he has an almost scary way of detaching his emotions from his actions when a situation calls for it, but it might be dulled down by this falling into the 12th house, which makes him surprisingly enough very shy and good at putting up a wall or a persona. hugeee overthinker and has a very beautiful and poetic way of thinking but has trouble expressing these ideas in a way he'd like so he often just avoids it in the first place.

as for his venus sign, he's an aquarius venus in the 23rd degree - an aquarius degree, which intensifies the regular aqua traits. these placements aren't the type to take relationships lightly at all, if he ever gets into a relationship just KNOW he genuinely sees a future with that person. he wouldn't date anyone who he hadn't been friends with for a while already and that he didn't know inside and out.

being an air sign, aquarius venus deals with technology, meaning he might find his partners online, whether it be through dating apps or most likely through his career. This explains what I said, I’m 100% he will meet her trough Internet that’s why he’s likely to be with someone far away from him.

this placement, especially with it falling into the 2nd house, tells us he has a very strange and unusual, maybe slightly hypocritical set of values. he's also very prone to overspending and money tends to come and go for him, even if he has plenty to fall back on. He really have good luck with money (I wish me)

venus being the planet of love and relationships, it also tells us a lot about his future partner. there's a 99% chance they will either be much richer than him or, at the very least, a kris kardashian type - a person who can help him further his career. Maybe she will be a content creator, or business woman but known.

words of affection are very very important to him, and he craves his partner's comfort and validation almost to an unhealthy amount. very very possessive and loyal and definitely expects the same back !! the type of person to attach meaning and symbolism to everything and anything. He’s also very touchy, but he will demonstrate little by little.

One of his placement that is very it's his Mars in Scorpio, this placement is very lucky and not many ppl have it and in astrology having scorpio in mars are known for being the BEST in bed, bcs mars is ruled by Scorpio, so that accusation of "alex is bottom" in the astrology view it's completely wrong, he might be switch but def top, intensifies that kind of strong masculine energy, but scorpio being scorpio, it's not very noticeable at first. it's more of a down-low thing where you can just sense something about the person you know?

he's a very sexual person by nature, though that doesn't mean necessarily sexually active. he's not the one night stand type and wouldn't sleep with someone unless he formed a deep emotional connection with them. He’s the one who don’t have sex, he makes love (HAHAAH 🌚 just the typical joke, he does the two of them ladies)

He’s very, very fucking dominant lol. very, very intense and passionate, he'd definitely be into overstimulation and edging. he likes seeing his partner get desperate for him and loves to hear them beg. definitely a breeding kink and he loves loves loves to leave marks no matter how subtle. he likes seeing his influence on you and your body iykwim.

So Alex has a bunch of Aquarius placements, and his Eros is no different! He has His Eros in Aquarius. Now Eros in Aquarius are turned on by unusual people, different people that aren't like the rest. They are very open minded when it comes to stuff like kinks, and fetishes in the bedroom; and aren't afraid of things people would call "shocking" or "gross". He needs a lot of sexual freedom, and wants his mate to also feel sexually freeing. Like he wants to be shocked, or surprise by what his mate likes sexually. He'll find very traditional type of relationships quite boring and draining, and will want them to be unconventional to really make things exciting and keep him interested. Alex would probably be open to trying everything at least once! His Eros is in his whole sign 2nd house! The 2nd house is usually associated with the sign of Taurus. So he might really love touching during sex, he prefers hand job than blowjob 100%, the masturbation part in the sex might be his favorite. Possessiveness could possibly be a turn on as well, he might be a bit more possessive or like that in someone a bit more than a normal Aquarius placement would. Being sensual is big here as well! And self-pleasuring is found here, so masturbation is something he might really like doing, or maybe he'll like helping his mate masturbate. Also being comfortable and safe with his mate is important! His Venus placement backs this up as well, because also has his Venus in Aquarius in the 2nd house! So again, these themes of sensuality and being attracted to weirdness or unconventional people are amplified. His Mars is in Scorpio in the 11th house. He might be really passionate because Mars is very passionate in the sign of Scorpio; Mars is at home in Scorpio.

he has an ascendant stellium, meaning he has 3 or more planets in his first house, 3 + lilith specifically in this case. this in itself goes back to my point earlier about how important appearance and the way he comes across as is to him.

Lilith in Aquarius: he might really like being kissed and touch everywhere, that's explains why his love lenguaje is touch and words of affirmation. He might enjoy being dominated but his Mars in Scorpio says the opposite, so he's open minded to everything and open to try a lot of things (he's perfect wtf) he's freedom is very important, he likes touching himself and touching others (here says he can have multiple partners and he might cheat bcs he likes freedom) but adapting this to his personality and religion, he's waiting to the exact one, maybe his partner will be his age but not too far from his age. A challenge for him might be finding a group of friends where he can be comfortable, but he's a good adaptable person. Actually hes very independent and feel empowered by it, so if he find a partner so late o marry so late it's bcs he can and knows to live by himself, bcs he's waiting for what he truly deserve.

he might also deal with some body image issues and he has a natural 'seductive' feel to him, so it's not uncommon that people will misunderstand his intentions. intense with eye contact. neptune and uranus also fall into the 1st house, neptune making alex a naturally likable person to just about everyone he meets and uranus making it so he's very fidgety, full of energy and incredibly unpredictable.

I know there’s been some conflicts with his “ideal type” saying he likes girls who look different. Uhm… that have nothing to do actually, it has been said he likes blonde-blue eyes girls, but seeing the crushes he had and rumors of crushes they are all brunettes and the theory he attracts brunettes (u know luzu, Willbur, Rubius etc..) so “the girls who look diff” it will be to their personality not their looks, I can guarantee u all he have not an exact ideal type, and I can give my hand that he will end up with a brunette like-💀

In summary he have a toxic chart im not gonna lie. 😩 btw these are the most important aspects of his chart so I hope u all like it. Maybe if something doesn’t stick with me in a near future I’ll update it or smth idk.

He prefers bobs than ass, but a good ass never dissappoints🔥

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riizebabie444 · 7 months

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𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙘𝙩 127 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 💸

ʚɞ taeil

finances in general are quite burdensome to him. the theme of money in his life has been a prominent one for some time and he wishes he could be less concerned with money, but in the end it's in his mind to think about, more often than he wants. i believe he also wishes he could simply make his own money rather than having to earn it as a group. it's not that he doesn't want to be in the group, but he feels it would be easier, that he'd have more control over how much he could earn if his avenues of revenue didn't come from a group effort. he can also be quite greedy or protective of his money, not willing to share it easily. what he earned is his and he doesn't feel entirely comfortable just giving it away. i believe he is building up for his future, maybe a family also. perhaps that is why he feels so burdened, he's worried it's not enough for the rest of his life. he generally feels a bit hopeless and confused about money, he definitely wants to earn more and save more but he doesn't know how and doesn't have many options other than to just deal with what he's been handed, since it was his choice to live the type of life he is living. but it isn't so bad that he feels depressed over money, it just causes him some worries.

ʚɞ johnny

overall, he seems pretty confident about his financial situation and money in general. he knows he needs to work hard to earn a lot, so he's willing to put in the effort despite how tiring and draining his job can be. he cares more about his job rather than the money he earns, and he always tries his best to not let the money and fame get to him. of course, he spends and indulges in comforts with his money, but he can always recognise when he's getting too high from the money and brings himself back down to earth. money isn't too serious of a matter for johnny, but in the back of his mind he is regularly reminded of his goal to be able to provide for a partner and/or a family. he knows there is some sense of delay, such as waiting until his career dies out to get married or start a family, so in the mean time he is comfortable focusing fully on working hard and earning a lot of money so he can be a provider. he knows the world is in the palm of his hands, everything he wants will come to him eventually and he is content being patient until new things come into his life. though, he can sometimes be a bit brash with his expenditure, and maybe a bit overbearing when pressuring others to also spend their money like him. but he also knows when to surrender. like i said, he doesn't let the money get to him, he'll catch himself before he goes to far.

ʚɞ taeyong

i honestly feel he has a very motherly approach to money. he feels like a mother hen watching over his bank accounts regularly. it's a little bit obsessive but not in a negative or unhealthy way for the most part. i believe he may have some frustrations which are caused by money. such as, there being delays in payments which might explain him constantly checking his bank account, to see if the money is there. for some reason, i think there may have been a financial mistake in the past, for example, his paycheck getting sent to the wrong bank account or it came as a late payment and he really struggled that time. so even though all is correct in the current day, he still worries about the same thing happening again, so he obsesses over it almost. he needs to separate himself from his finances but he struggles to do it. he tries to be healthy about money and not get depressed over it, but it is difficult for him. i think it is because he is financially inexperienced. however, his obsession leads him to being prepared for any financial emergencies and spend efficiently. he can be ambitious with his expenditure but still practical. he uses it to spend on things he is passionate about, he spends intuitively, spending it in ways which will help him grow as a person, and maybe even invest to help his money grow. he aims for abundance and luxury and he knows he can have it. but he also knows he needs to be sensible.

ʚɞ yuta

first of all, i am seeing that he likes being a financial white knight. he wants to act as and be seen as a person who can be relied on financially. i think donating to those who are less fortunate is very important to him. he probably gives a lot of his money away to charities and social causes. but he's also the type of person who will help someone with their rent if they are struggling. it's like gift giving and acts of service combined, he would be happy to give someone money but only in ways which will make the person almost reliant on them, if that makes sense. like above, paying rent for someone instead of buying gifts. i think it's because he's a little controlling over his cash. he also does his best to not let the outside world affect his spending decisions. if he sees his friends all buying something, he may be tempted but will not buy it unless he really needs to. he doesn't get easily influenced. subconsciously, he is fearful of losing money or not having enough money, but overall, he is calm about money in general. he's also mature when it comes to money. he might spend intuitively. he may also want to be respected with his money so he could invest, not just in growing his money but in financial knowledge and etiquette. he also believes he has the potential to earn a lot. he's enthusiastic when it comes to earning money, and money inspires him when he needs motivation.

ʚɞ doyoung

it was difficult to draw cards for him compared to the other members, so i believe he is very protective over his money. possibly even secretive. he doesn't feel comfortable sharing his financially information with others. it's one of those things that he believes is a private matter. so even when others might brag about how much money they make etc, he does not seem like the type of person to disclose much about his own earnings. overall, he is a go-getter. whenever an opportunity arises to earn money, he takes it. i'm seeing that if it is a good way to earn money or a "bad" way, it doesn't matter. he wouldn't do anything illegal or the sort but say if he had the opportunity to earn more at the cost of another member missing that opportunity, he would do it. at the end of the day, everyone is trying to make a living and it's all down to a game. and if he wants to earn a lot, he needs to play dirty sometimes. he may feel very vulnerable about money. he doesn't want to rely on others so he tries hard to support himself. i think he may have some repressed financial trauma, emotions that are strongly connected to money but he avoids confronting those issues. he's scared to lose money. what matters most is financial stability, and abundance. money is also power to him. the more money he has, the more powerful he feels in himself. he can sometimes feel insecure and bored, and this is when he is most likely to use money to satisfy himself.

ʚɞ jaehyun

surprisingly, his feelings about money and finances in general are quite messy. he's someone who tries to stay humble, and on the outside he seems like the type of person who doesn't let money get to his head. but in reality, he struggles with it. he feels having lots of money is a burden, that it risks him not staying true to himself and he sometimes wishes he didn't have so much money and fame. however, he is a creative person so he uses creative outlets to get in touch with himself when he is struggling with his identity, as money can affect his perception of himself. i sense some instability. he feels his finances are more unstable than they actually are, and that leads to him feeling unstable and restless in general. he can sometimes be quite greedy also, sometimes being selfish and egotistical when it comes to money. he also seems quite judgemental of others and their relationship with their own money. but he doesn't like it when someone comments on his financial situation or habits. his ego is strongly tied to money, which means he can sometimes neglect his true personality in favour of what makes him attract more money. but he is still enthusiastic and wants to do what he loves to earn money, which is music and performing. overall, he is optimistic about his financial situation and always embraces success, but he struggles to have a healthy relationship with money. i believe his relationship with money is karmic, it is something he needs to learn from and overcome.

ʚɞ jungwoo

right now, i believe he is in a financial recovery. he may have had bad spending habits in the past, such as blowing his entire paycheck in two days or making irresponsible purchases. but there is the sense of maturing. i believe he has realised what is important and is letting go of those bad spending habits and beginning again. he's learning and it is hard to break habits when there is strong temptation, but he does his best to reject his past relationship with money and work towards a healthier financial situation. in all honesty, i think he realised what is important. that it is not just him who needs his money but also him from the future needs his money as will his family in the future. so he is making efforts now to ensure the future version of him and his family are provided for. he is giving emperor energy, feeling more structured and patriarchal, like he needs to be the man (or the provider). he also enjoys the power and success that comes with having lots of money. he transitioning from simply being rich to being wealthy. there is a difference and he is realising that. he wants to be the latter. he is enthusiastic to make more money but may be lacking opportunities, which leads him to regret his past actions. but he is positive and looking to the future, accepting the challenges that come his way. he's committed to bettering his financial security. i believe he may also have someone who is financially dependent on him, which could have contributed to him maturing over money. he is responsible.

ʚɞ mark

overall, he feels quite stable with his money. his relationship with money is balanced. he has good control over his finances and feels secure. there may be something he is waiting for, such as a delayed payment or maybe just something more than money. he believes he has more than enough money and is wishing for something more in life. still, he is quite protective over his money, he guards it well and never spends too excessively because he believes he will need his money for the future. rather than focusing on his money and trying to earn more, he goes with the flow, embracing all the opportunities which come his way whilst also ensuring his creativity is always nourished. his job is more important than his money. he feels so fortunate, like, insanely fortunate. it's sometimes overwhelming for him knowing he has so much money when others in the world have nothing compared to him. he does good with his money, such as donating. it helps him keep those tricky feelings at bay knowing he is helping others. he is very responsible with money. i believe many people would go to him for financial advice. he's someone others look up to because he is so responsible with money. there is so much balance in his relationship with money. and he is also the type of person who will never take credit for everything that he has. he would always give his thanks to god or the universe for giving him so much abundance. i definitely think he has positive karma with money, like it was his destiny to earn a lot of money because he uses it responsibly.

ʚɞ haechan

one of the most enthusiastic about money. money makes him excited, it inspires him to be ambitious, to work harder because he like raking it in. which can be dangerous because he will push himself harder than necessary and refuse to take breaks when he's sick because he wants to work hard and earn more money. he can be a little bit obsessed with money in that way. his money controls him rather than him controlling his money. it also doesn't help that he's a perfectionist, so he can get really picky about money and spending money, but he can sometimes be a bit irresponsible with his money, creating financial setbacks which makes him frustrated, so he works even harder to earn more. it's a vicious cycle. however, a positive is that money gives him clarity, it helps him focus and feel inspired to reach new potentials. in general, i think he is quite efficient with his money. but he may tend to overspend in certain areas of his life, such as relationships. he may be a big spender with a partner, such as giving lush and expensive gifts. as a boyfriend, he wants to seem like the rich, generous boyfriend so he spends more money on both himself and his partner and can get carried away. he may also find pleasure in giving money to his family. he loves buying gifts for his mother and spoiling her. he's generally secure over his money, but can often put money before his own health and well-being.

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faithrainee · 1 month

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What really would have happened if Peter B hadn't been sent to Miles' dimension? Because as silly and Haha-I'm-Depressed Peter makes his life out to be in his introduction, he really did look like he was at the lowest point in his life. I also think it's interesting that Peter has, from what we see, no job at all. I don't think it's mentioned, though the Wikia's mention the Daily Bugle, I have no memory of that in ITSV.

But regardless of if my memory is right or not, most incarnations of Spider-Man that are meant to be of working age have some sort of job. Usually working at the Daily Bugle, doing a science position, or something else; unless they're being supported by Aunt May or, like the Homecoming Spider-Man, Tony Stark and SHIELD, for the most part.

It's interesting to me that we've never really seen a Spider-Man so depressed as this one, besides Far From Home's Spider-Man, though I feel it's not the same, as Peter in that movie is meant to be younger. Even Far From Home's Tobey and Andrew cameos don't seem to be doing that bad, just tired and melancholic.

I've read some fics discussing how Peter might have ended his own life if the Miles dimension situation hadn't happened to him, and I think that isn't too far-fetched to believe. However, I think an accident would probably be more likely, especially one from his Spiderman duties.

He was out of shape, he admits that, and he didn't really seem to have much to live for, being completely alone with no family at all. He wasn't inspired to talk to MJ by anyone, so she would have likely remarried to someone else after believing he wasn't interested in her anymore from his lack of initiative. People can't wait forever, and maybe she would have thought he wasn't going to change his mind about having children.

I do think his dimension might have had his narrative doomed from the start. I think he would be fighting a villain one day, with everyone surprised he was actually out fighting for once. Maybe he felt a little inspired to go touch grass that day as a civilian and a villain just happened to show up. He's fighting, slowly realizing that damn, this is harder than it used to be.

Maybe he gets thrown and injures his back again, leaving him paralyzed or somewhat disabled. That would likely, down the road, without any intervention from others in his life, leave him completely depressed. Not to mention New York City apartment + medical bills + single man = serious debt. Not sure how long he'd live if that happened, even if he dealt with his disability just fine, he was already hopeless in ITSV.

And the city finds out Spider-Man is just Some Guy. And they mourn that loss, because their hero for 20- hell, 30 something years at that point, was facing the same issues they were and he couldn't take it anymore and none of them knew before it was too late.

Or maybe it's less depressing than that. Maybe he gets crushed by rubble, the city shocked at the loss of their hero. And in revealing him to be some average Joe, they mourn a little, but move on. Someone probably replaces him after that, or the city just has higher crime rates than before.

Maybe he gets beaten to death by the villain, similar to Miles' dimension's Peter. Authorities find him, then, the city might have mixed feelings. He should've been stronger. How could he not have taken down that villain? He used to be at his prime, poor man had it coming. We didn't need him anymore anyways. Etc.

I'd just love to see more takes on Peter's existence without Miles intervention. His Spider-Man is so interesting to me because I feel we don't see a lot of older Spider-Men except in the comics. And we don't see a lot of older men struggling with mental health in media. Period.

#atsv #spiderman atsv #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #into the spiderverse #peter b parker #peter benjamin parker #faithrainee #miguel ohara #spiderman itsv #itsv

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anjuschiffer · 9 months

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for hanahaki week (since you mentioned requests) may i request daminette as a pairing? they just give me very strong “i would rather suffer through this than admit my feelings” vibes

Ask and you shall receive...hope you enjoy this fic :D

Also, I had a more "morbid" ending but scrapped it :p

Pair of Fools, Don't You Know Loving Someone Can Kill You?

Tags: @toodaloo-kangaroo @vixen-uchiha @elijahcrevan

-AO3-

“Love? Where did this come from?” Ladybug laughed as she looked out towards the city of Paris, Robin once again noticing the weary look in the older hero’s eyes.

True, their patrols lately have been going long into the night, but Damian had seen that look before, or rather, he’s never seen that look ever leave her eyes since the day he met her.

In the short three months in which they have been together, that was the only look in her eyes that Damian had ever seen in them. Even when she would grin from ear to ear or wake up from a nap an hour before patrol started…that look haunted her eyes.

In the three months Damian was paired with Ladybug to help with her mission to take down Hawkmoth, she always looked tired and distant despite her sunshine persona she held whenever she was around him, talking to his father or the Justice League and even fellow older teens.

But it wasn’t the look you would see on someone after a long day of patrol or after winning a long standing battle against a villain…

It was a look he had seen once before…

In his father…

And even his mother…

A melancholic look of reminiscence…or yearning… “Why the sudden interest in love talk?” She gave him a grin, a grin Grayson would give him whenever he would tease him. And even if they were the same type of grin, hers made his gut flip a bit. “Got a girl you like? Is it that girl who wanted you to join their detective club at school? I know there may be a two year gap between our generations, but I think I can still give you some solid advice if you need any.”

Damian scoffed.

“That’s the same thing Gr-Nightwing told me.” He turned his head to see the city quietly bustle beneath them. “But that’s besides the point. There’s no one. Love is just a distraction and a weakness. I’ll never allow myself to fall in love if it means endangering the mission and making me incapable of doing my job properly.” He said, knowing he was just saying that to keep himself in line.

He doubted she would ever agree with him.

“Got that right.” Or maybe not.

“Are you saying that from experience?” When he turned to look at her, he didn’t expect her to look at him with sorrow in her eyes.

“I guess you’re right…Evil never rests, so our jobs require all of our attention, no distractions allowed.” Damian continued to look at Ladybug, watching how the night slowly breezed by her, her short low ponytail swaying ever so slightly with the wind. “You’d think I would’ve known that from the amount of heartbreaks I’ve been through,” Ladybug gave out a soft chuckle, “but what can I say?” He felt his heart stop when her eyes softened ever so slightly. Her eyes seemed to have recovered a bit of a glow to them as she looked at him. “I’ve always been a hopeless romantic after all.”

Oh…is that…is that the reason behind that look? Because of love? Is that what she wanted so badly?

“You’ve been in love before?” Robin asked, causing Ladybug to whole heartily laugh louder, Robin feeling heat crawl to the tips of his ears.

“Who hasn’t been, Robin? Pretty sure everyone has fallen in love once or twice in their lives…I sure have.” But shortly after she said that, her smile fell, Robin noticing the spark in her eyes fade away. “Haven’t you?”

“No.” Robin confessed too quickly for his liking. “Although, my brother says it’s like a blanket, like an extra layer of warmth that envelopes you…Did it feel like that to you as well?” He dared to ask, hoping it would bring back that spark into her eyes. It suited her better than the yearning in her eyes.

He watched as Ladybug opened her mouth agape to speak, only to shut it and take a deep breath. She looked back to the cityscape.

“It depends on the person, really.

My second love felt like a bag of butterflies swarming my insides whenever I saw him. When I tried to speak to him, it felt like I could not breathe, my heart beated so loudly in my ears that I couldn’t even concentrate on my thoughts and fumbled on my words like an idiot.” She smiled, an actual smile. “And yet, he felt just like how your brother described love to be.

Warm.

Gentle.

And when we dated…it was blissful…” Her smile faded. “Or at least the first few times it was.”

“Was?”

“We broke up after a few weeks. We couldn’t stay with each other due to some difference in our ‘principles’…even if he claimed to still have loved me despite my opinions on his views.”

“That’s absurd!” Damian yelled, causing Ladybug to jump and turn to him. “What kind of imbecile does that?”

“What are-”

“If you truly wanted something, someone, wouldn’t you do anything to try and obtain it? To keep it? Fight for it? Or at least come to a compromise to stay together?” Damian raged, realizing that was unbecoming of him. “At least…that’s what I gather from the talks I would have with those in relationships…”

He watched her blink a few times before giving him a small smile.

“If only that were always the case, but…love doesn’t work that way.” Ladybug placed a hand on his shoulder. “In love…sometimes…sometimes, even if the two individuals love each other…it doesn’t always work out.”

“So they just give up on the relationship? On each other?” Ladybug shook her head.

“Even if the two of you do understand where you come from, even if you try to talk it out, if neither party points out the elephant in the room, if there is no sense of trust in the relationship, someone is bound to get hurt…sometimes both.” A gloss covered her eyes. “They may be your rock when things get hectic in your life, your lullaby after a hard day at school…but they should never feel as if they’re the only ones trying to keep an effort of making the relationship work while you try to balance your two lives…especially when they didn’t have a way to protect themselves from your nemesis any more.” Damian’s eyes widened when he connected the dots.

“You dated one of your partners?”

“Yea. Although, he didn’t know my identity until after the break up. Although, to be honest, I think he was onto me when we were dating.”

“Onto you?”

“He pieced it himself, actually.” Ladybug said with a smile. “He figured I was hiding something after analyzing the amount of times I would flake on a date, and be late to otherwise easy-to-walk-to places. When he confronted me about it, I simply told him I couldn’t tell him what it was.

That one question…that one doubt led to us breaking up.”

“But then how did he figure out your identity?”

“Funny enough, during an akuma attack. He never told me how, but he knew. And because he knew, he endangered himself and became a target…almost got captured for knowing my identity… and that’s when I realized…I wasn’t meant to fall in love…

If I want to save Paris…I can’t afford to be in a relationship…not until we’re done dealing with Hawkmoth, that is. And even then, dating while being a hero doesn’t seem possible for me…not even now.” Ladybug admitted, looking back at the city.

The two stood there in silence, Damian feeling more awkward by the second, deciding to speak in hopes of filling the void.

“You mentioned a second and third love…whatever happened to your fir-“

“He, on the other hand, was a complete jerk!” Ladybug immediately spat out, causing Robin to jump. “Just thinking about what he- ugh!” Ladybug huffed. “You know what he did?” She didn’t wait for Robin to respond. “So I invited over to the neighborhood pool, because I kinda had a crush on the guy, you know? And we were in what would be considered in the US as middle school, so there weren’t many places we could spend time in. Anyways…

We’re having fun swimming, splashing about, the regular games you play at the pool, right? That’s when we decided to dive from the highest diving board they had, which for the record was pretty high for middle school me. While it was roughly 5 meters in height, which is kind of around 16 feet - besides the point!

We’re on the top and mind you everything was going well, Kim was being very nice to me, being a gentleman. Just as we’re about to dive, he stops me and kneels.

And of course, I’m panicking because not only is he kneeling, he’s got a small box in his hand and has the shyest face on as he stretched it out towards me.

He starts talking about how much fun he had today, how happy he was spending time with me…he asked me to be his girlfriend. And before I could answer him, he opened up the gift.”

Damian watched an unshed tears pooled into her eyes, a dry laugh escaping her. “You know what was inside that box?

Fucking spiders. A dozen tiny spiders crawled from out of the box and jumped onto my arms and body and because I was frantically trying to get them off of me,” Ladybug laughed again, a tear slipped down her face. “I slipped off the diving board, water filling my lungs the moment I hit the water.

A lifeguard had to help me out because of how frantic I was the minute I submerged, my arms flailing about as I clawed at the surface and gulped water into my lungs.

The funny part of it all? I wasn’t mad about falling off the diving board. I was angered at the fact that Kim did it because Chloe told him to do it because it would be “a funny prank,” even though he knew I've been deathly terrified of spiders since we were toddlers.

He was suppose to be my friend, he knew about the things I hate and yet…yet he took-”

“So he’s the reason you declined the pool invite those months ago,” Robin snarled, recalling her great deference to attending a pool party held by Garfield. “If it weren’t for him-” Robin didn’t expect to get tackled by Ladybug, freezing upon feeling her arms wrapped around him.

Despite the girl being older, she just barely passed his shoulders.

“Thank you.” He heard her softly whisper. “Out of all the people who I’ve told this to, you’re the only one who has gotten angry for me…” He attempted to hug her back, but instead awkwardly just placed a hand on her back. “Everyone else told me I should’ve seen it coming since it was Kim…so… thank you.”

All Robin could do was hum in response, fearing his voice would crack if he were to tell her that he would make sure he would not allow that to happen to her as long as he was by her side.

“-reason why she didn’t go to go was all because of that damned-”

“So you like her?” Dick asked with a Ceshaire grin, Damian whipping his head to look at his brother as if he’d grown a second head.

A week had passed since his conversation with Ladybug, Damian catching Dick up on the important news of the week while they hung out in Damian’s room.

“Didn’t think you’d be into older girls. Don’t blame you. They certainly-”

“I tolerate her!” Damian corrected, feeling the tips of his ears burn. “And she’s only two years older than me!”

“You said it, not me.”

“And apparently you can’t listen because if you had been paying attention, you would have known she doesn’t have time to fraternize. Not with Hawkmoth being her main concern.” Damian went silent, Dick only then realizing he might have pushed it a bit too much.

“Actually, I was listening. For example, you mentioned an art gallery and how you were applied to have some of your arts displayed. Any luck on that?”

Hours passed until Dick had to leave to go back to Bludhaven to cover for a colleague at the precinct, leaving Damian all on his own and with his thoughts.

So you like her?

The question kept replaying in his head, Damian struggling to find an answer.

While it was true that he did indeed tolerate her, it was different from his other forms of toleration.

He didn’t mind her random spurts of humming when they would take a break during patrol, the way she would take over a mission when she would notice that something is off with him.

He liked the way she would confidently take over briefings when the adults would take too long squabbling over deciding which members would take on the mission, the way she would take the time to train anyone who wanted to improve their skills…

He…he…he liked

Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe.

Quickly sprinting off of his bed, he ran to the bathroom.

Damian grabbed the sides of the sink with dear life as his head jerked forward, feeling his lungs push out all of the air within them. The air hacked itself out of him, Damian feeling the dryness in the back of his throat as something tried to come out.

The lump in his throat remained there for what seemed to be minutes, Damian panicking with each second that passed.

He could see his vision blur as he felt tears trickle out of his eyes as he stood over the sink, waiting for something, anything to come out of his mouth because this…this wasn’t normal.

He hated every second that passed by that he spent feeling like this.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, something came out.

A single pink petal landed at the base of the sink, a single speck of blood adorned it.

Finally feeling the constraintment in chest lighten up, Damian looked at himself in the mirror, saliva running down his mouth. His eyes were puffy and red tears pooled at the corners of his eyes.

Gently picking the bloodied petal to distract himself from his appearance, Damian inspected it.

How did this come out of him? When did he ever consume a flower? Was this even possible?

And why now?

The last thing he could think of was realizing what Richard had said clicked something in his mind regarding Lady-

Ladybug.

Damian stared at the petal.

No.

No way.

Throwing the petal into the trash, Damian thought it to be best to ignore this.

To forget the dots he had just then connected about himself.

To try and forget that it ever happened.

Even when the episode happened again two weeks later when an old partner appeared under a new disguise to help them take down Hawkmoth.

When more petals poured out of his mouth a week later when she confessed she had a slight crush on a League member but wouldn’t tell him who.

When breathlessness started to happen more quickly, when her concern over him caused the pain to grow more in his chest.

When the internet couldn’t help him out while trying to ignore the flirting she was doing in front of him with his older brother once he joined their patrol.

He couldn’t ignore it any longer when the episodes started to become more frequent as they got closer to identifying Hawkmoth.

He finally had to address it when after taking down Hawkmoth, the pain in his chest became unbearable to the point that he collapsed as soon as they got back to their base.

He stared at the white ceiling above him, wondering why this had to happen to him of all people.

Why did he fall in love with her?

And why…

Why couldn’t she have fallen in love with him…

Why his brother?

Perhaps…he could ask her when he wakes up…or maybe after the surgery…but for now, he wanted to sleep and forget about the ache in his chest.

Jon sighed, still trying to take in the sight of his best friend of five years.

Never did he ever think he would see Damian in a hospital bed. Hell, he never thought Damian would ever be in a hospital.

Needles were taped to his arms, leading towards the IV bags hanging near his bed. The sound of the ventilator filled the room, unnerving Jon as he stared at the tubes covering Damian’s face while he drifted to sleep once again. “Why didn’t you say anything? Of when it first started?” Jon ran his hands through his hair, trying his best to keep his tears in.

Why did he have to go through this alone? Didn’t he trust him? Weren’t they friends? “Are you going to let this kill you? What about Marinette? Don’t you plan on telling her how you feel, you idiot?”

The sound of metal clanging filled the room, Jon quickly picking up his head to see Marinette walk into the room, her wide eyes staring at him.

“Marinette…what are you-“

“Damian…Damian-“

“How much did you hear?” Jon asked.

“I- just the last-“ Tears ran down her face, Marinette attempting to wipe them off as more continued to run.

When she heard Robin had been rushed to the hospital after the fight with Hawkmoth, she could only think that he must’ve gotten badly wounded from the fight that couldn’t be treated back in the base.

Her plans to ask if he was free the next week were completely cast aside, Marinette knowing she would have to apologize to Nightwing for wasting his time and helping her arrange the damned hangout after finally confessing to him that she had feelings for the younger Bat…

Then again, she could always ask another day.

After all, Robin’s well being came first.

When she rushed to the Tower, she asked if she could see him, where he was, but she was denied. But that didn't stop her from trying every day for a week, only to be told no each and every time.

It wasn’t until another few days that she was finally asked to leave, benched from every mission until she calmed down.

It wasn’t until another week later when Nightwing stopped by her balcony to tell her the news.

That Robin was suffering from some unknown disease that he had been dealing with for the past half year.

A disease that no one could place a name onto, that no one knew of. Or at least no one but her and Master Fu. When Nightwing heard this, he started to cry, using her shoulder to ground himself.

Perhaps she had the solution to help Robin, his little brother… so with his permission, Marinette was able to find out where Robin was this entire time…where Damian was this entire time…

Seeing him on the brink of death was not something she thought she would ever see…ever…

Nor how she would come to find out was his identity under the mask…

“He didn’t want you to know.” Jon softly stated as he watched Marinette crouched to pick up the metal flask she dropped earlier. “Never did. He’s scheduled for a surgery later this week to-“

“They know what he has?” Marinette asked with hope brimming her words.

“They don’t know what exactly it is he has, but from what Dick told me, it seems like something in his lungs-”

“Flower petals.” She interjected, tripping Jon. “His lungs are filled with flower petals, aren’t they?”

“How do you know-”

“Because it happened to me.” Marinette said, placing the flask on a nearby table. “Or rather, I have it as well.” Jon jumped off his chair and grabbed her shoulders.

“What do you mean you have it too? When did- how-”

“I’m not sure when I got it, but when the first flower petal came out of me, I ran to my mentor and told him about it. He told me he would look into it. A month passed when he finally found an answer. It doesn’t have a name but it has been documented a rare amount of times.

A disease that causes flower petals to grow inside one's lungs and when left untreated, fills them to the point of suffocation and eventually…death. Til this day, no one is sure of the actual cause of the disease.”

“You said ‘if left untreated.’ So it’s curable? Are you cured?” Marinette shook her head.

“Thankfully, the disease has to do a bit with magic so there was a method developed to help reduce the effects of it, so my mentor has been able to suppress a few of the side effects with tea.” Marinette looked at the flask she brought in. “When Dick told me about what was going on, I begged my mentor to make a batch for Damian, thinking it might help, but to be completely honest…I don’t-”

The cardiogram in the room started to go off, the machine beeping rapidly with each passing second.

Marinette could only stand and listen as Jon ran outside, screaming for help, watching as someone pushed past her and towards Damian while someone else had grabbed her and tried to pull her outside. But the minute they grabbed her, she refused to move from her palace in the room, standing her ground.

She watched as they tried to bring him back to life, but when the sharp ringing that emitted from the cardiogram filled the room…she knew it was too late…

He wasn’t going to come back…

She wasn’t going to be able to tell him that she-

Marinette felt as something quickly rose to her throat, Marinette lurching forward as she hurled out a handful of small narrow and curved purple flower petals, horror filling her up when she saw blood glittering them as her mind was able to remember where she had seen that petal before.

Without a second thought, she screamed.

She had been walking through Wayne Botanical Garden, trying to clear her head after another failed attempt to visit Robin. She knew he was Gotham, but the answer was where. What hospital could he even be in?

Deciding to sit down and just sketch to further clear her mind, her eyes drifted to a small patch of purple flowers, Marinette getting up to further inspect the tiny flowers. As if waiting for her, Marinette noticed the sign next to it.

Hyacinthus orientalis, or the common hyacinth, is a fragrant flowering plant that blooms early to mid-spring. Hyacinths produce showy flowers in shades of blue, purple, white, pink, and red. However, despite their vibrant colors, they are mostly associated with youth, beauty, and short lives cut tragically short. Especially purple hyacinths.

Purple hyacinths can symbolize multiple things, including sorrow and a desire for forgiveness. They are mostly given to let someone know you recognize you messed up or are looking for forgiveness.”

A few days passed by, Bruce standing before Damian’s grave, wondering where it went all wrong…why Damian?

Why was he taken away from him?

Why didn’t he notice something was wrong with his son until it was too late?

Bruce jumped when a hand touched his shoulder, making him turn to see who it was.

“Dick.”

“You have to stop blaming yourself Bruce. No one could’ve known what he was going through. He did an excellent job of hiding it from everyone…even me…”

“But I should’ve noticed. I’m his father.” Bruce argued. “And,” he felt his heart churn, “and yet I failed him. I failed you, my children, yet again.”

Dick opened his mouth to speak, but chose to shut it when he couldn’t think of anything to try and console his father. Seconds passed by as neither of them dared to speak, only for the notification of a phone cut through the tension.

It took a moment for Dick to realize that it was his phone that pinged.

“Oh, it’s Luka. It seems like Marinette’s surgery went well…should we go and see how she’s doing?”

Bruce didn’t know what to do nor what to think when he heard Marinette’s laughter ring beyond the door that stood between the two, his grip tightening on the doorknob.

How dare she laugh.

She was there minutes before Damian died.

She had a remedy to help with the side effects of a disease he didn’t know of but she did.

Why didn’t she help Damian?

Why?

Why couldn’t that be Damian?

Why couldn’t he be the one on the other side of the door?

Why was she the one to survive the illness that plagued the two of them?

“Mr. Wayne, are you okay?” Luka spoke up, causing Bruce to loosen his death grip on the doorknob.

“Luka.” Bruce wondered what expression he had on to make the usually aloof teen to be on his guard. “Dick told me that Marinette’s surgery…went well.”

“Or at least, that’s what we thought when we first talked to her after she woke up from surgery.”

“What do you mean by that?” Luka turned the doorknob, signaling Bruce to follow him.

“You’ll see what I mean when you see her.”

Upon Bruce entering the room, he could feel the atmosphere shift, noticing her parents acknowledge him with a curt nod while Marinette herself just stared at him with large eyes.

“M.Wayne, wh-what are you doing here?” She let out a gasp, Bruce seeing the blood drain from her face. “Oh, is…is this about the commission pieces you ordered from me months ago?” Marinette hung her head. “I know I’m behind and I know the suit just needs a bit more of embroidery, but I promise-”

“Marinette. This isn’t…this isn’t about my commission. I came to- is that the last thing you remember about me?” Bruce asked, wondering why his gut was starting to turn.

“Umm…yes?” Marinette guessed. “I also remember about a few fittings with you and your fiance, a few other meetings regarding a few alterations to the suit…but…but that’s all that I can recollect at the moment…”

Bruce walked closer to the hospital bed, noticing a scar peaking past the collar line of the hospital gown she was wearing.

“Marinette…do you remember…do you remember the other person who would accompany me to these fittings besides Selina?” Bruce couldn’t help but notice Sabine let out a quiet sob, turning her head away in shame into Tom’s shoulder.

Even Tom looked away from Bruce, causing alarms to go off in his head.

“Well…there was Richard…”

“Don’t…don’t you remember Damian?”

“Damian?” Marinette tilted her head, her mind in deep thought before looking straight at Bruce. “Who’s Damian?”

#maribat #daminette #hanahaki au

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booasaur · 11 months

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As someone at 27 y/o bi leaning towards women.. who’s born in a country that doesn’t support lgbt rights and also in the closet because of homophobic dad/relatives, im honestly so upset by this. The only way I can live my truth is to live vicariously through the wlw media that I consume and it fuckin hurts. It’s heartbreaking that even just being who I am is impossible and the only way I can is being ripped away from me. I don’t know how much more I can take, especially during pride month

Oof, I get you, anon. When it's your only outlet to something that for others can manifest in so many life-changing ways, crushes, first kisses, dating, sex, marriage, children, it can be so stifling when even the one avenue you have is closed off. And however far away it's happening, it's a reminder of the same homophobia and restrictions you see right around you, so it feels even more hopeless, knowing that in places that are supposedly better off, there are still these major battles to be fought.

I don't know your exact situation, but here are some of the things that helped me come to terms with these same frustrations:

First, focus on individual people more than trends. That's tough to do, for sure, especially when, again, you see so much homophobia directly around you so it seems ubiquitous, but if you're particularly taking WN's case to heart, remember that as much as Netflix tried to shut it down, the cast and crew fought for it! For all these cancellations, there are people who made the original media in the first place and tried to keep it going. It's not hopeless, there's so much support and so many allies.

This next part might be hard to accept, and you know, maybe it's not what'll work for you, but for me, I really did have to learn to not get really deep into any one show or ship. When things are good, they're so good, it all sucks you in, you check the updates all the time, and maybe most importantly, there's this whole community you become a part of. But when you lose it, not if, because in f/f you will, even if things end well, there aren't enough people to keep it going, the more you've made it a part of your life, the more you feel that loss.

All fans should exercise moderation and keep things in perspective, but I'm speaking more to people like us, who don't have anything in real life to balance out what we experience through media.

I answered this ask a little late because I did get sucked up into other shows airing right now that have f/f and that doesn't negate the core issue, this will be the final season for most of them, if not all, but there's still something to get into, even just in f/f media. Perhaps you may prefer lesfic, or the f/f Youtube/Tiktok scene, or webseries.

It's also worth getting into non-media hobbies. Or, you know, at least consuming non-f/f media. I remember being angry at seeing the m/f couples in pretty much everything else while we couldn't have anything, so I just didn't watch anything at all and instead just did those elaborate adult paint by numbers and listened to comedy podcasts. And once I did feel more in the mood to watch stuff again, it was goofy sitcoms and old school murder mysteries, where it wasn't really like, oh, I wish this had more of us. :P

Lastly, it really does sting at you if you feel isolated and alone even from your own family, so try to see if there are other ways you can connect with them. Otherwise it just adds to your negative feelings to resent and fear them.

None of this may work for you, there are so many other possibilities, moving away, coming out, getting involved with LGBT organizations near you or just meeting other queer people, but I'm sure you've already considered those options and they're not currently doing enough for you. But I would at least give some of this a shot, try some distance at first, and hopefully it'll start to feel better. It really doesn't help that we're globally going through a pretty rough time, but just focus on feeling better yourself.

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hi elle! first of all, i loooove your analyses and i've been checking your blog religiously after ep7 so i can calm down about the shitshow that is raymew...

now that i'm calmer, i have a few thoughts as a film major with a screenwriting obsession: according to one of the most well-known and accepted versions of the three-act narrative structure, we can say that the thatcar.mp3 blowing up was the halfway point of the story (ep6 of 12) where shit starts hitting the fan for real.

and the fallout of it is raymew: the false victory/defeat that usually occurs before we build up the actual climax. which will probably blow up in 11 because this is a thai bl and spill into 12 bc of what first said abt khao's intense scene in 12. and also you can't just have a whole-hour ep as an epilogue, especially in a series as messy (affectionate) as this.

i'm kinda done theorizing plotlines bc raymew fucking blindsided me, i didn't think they would actually go there. but looking at it as a false defeat (for sand and top) and a false victory (for ray and mew) it makes such perfect sense that as upset as i still am, i'm also kinda amazed at how brilliant the writers were for this...

so i have no idea what the actual climax is going to be, or how we'll get there, but i'm pretty confident about a sandray endgame from a narrative standpoint. i don't think that endgame is gonna be particularly healthy or happy, but i think it's gonna be pretty hopeful, if still somewhat ambigious.

(also on that note: i kinda love that jojo et al. are using the fixed pair concept to move the narrative along without spending a lot of time establishing the ships in the series (as angry as i am about the lack of sandray scenes lately...). we know that forcebook (topmew) and firstkhao (sandray) are likely ending up together, so they can introduce as much mess as they can into the story without fucking them up for good. i think it's a pretty genius way of subverting but also honoring the genre tropes we've come to know and love.

anyway, i'm done now klsdmgk keep up the brilliant work!!!

Hi Fen! That is so sweet of you! Honestly made my day. I’m trying to stay hopeful, mostly because so many people in the fandom seem to be in a very hopeless state right now over SandRay, but I still firmly believe it can work out between them. The way forward is rocky, but there is a way forward nonetheless.

I know Thai BLs have a tendency to let shit hit the fan in Ep11 and then clean it up in Ep12, and while I also fully expect that to be the case here, I hope that doesn’t mean they’ll rush through the resolution. I mean I would take an hour-long episode of SandRay: Adventures in Chiang Mai, but realistically I don’t think we’ll see much future stuff.

I’m thinking the climax for each couple will be much more personal—as in, within the pairs themselves rather than outside of them. So for SandRay this could be Ray’s addiction and commitment issues, etc. (It could have to do with Sand’s ex, but I think the bulk of that conflict will pass before Ep12). For TopMew, this could be about trust, with Top possibly making some grand gesture to win Mew back over, or Top demonstrating his love for Mew by saving Mew from himself (similar to next ep?)? For BostonNick, it could be Boston realizing his feelings for Nick and trying to win him back over, only to realize that Nick helped Mew get the sex tapes from Gap? Or that Nick really has moved on. Idk, I’m just brainstorming at this point, because yeah, after RayMew happened, I genuinely have no idea what to expect.

Side note, but I have a hunch Khao’s best scene in Ep12 is some sort of a mental breakdown? Maybe something similar to what we saw in Ep4. It’s got to be highly emotional to compete with the funeral scene in MLC. Maybe it’s Ray confronting his mother’s death again, but this time it’s Sand who pulls him out of his despair? Who knows.

Interesting point about how Jojo is using the established pairs…I really hope it is the case that FK and FB’s pairings make it out alive and all of this RayMew stuff is just for dramatics and will soon pass. That is the one negative to watching shows as they air (aside from the grueling wait between eps): I wish I knew how the couples will turn out so I don’t get my hopes up for nothing.

Also, because I know this is a hard time for all of us, I wanna say that my DMs and Ask box are always open! If we’re going to suffer, at least we can all do it together lol. <3

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And I hope I can be everything for a while yet

*MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR DOWNTON ABBEY: A NEW ERA”

Evidently, I have been haunted by THAT scene ever since I first saw it. This is my first attempt at writing Cobert fan fiction so any feedback is very welcome:)

There’s both original text by none other that our holy master Julian Fellowes and I wrote additionally what I imagined to be their thoughts and fears when they were faced with the possibility of losing each other.

“I know it’s late, but could we go for a walk?”

Although Cora had known for a long time that she would someday be obliged to discuss the matter with Robert, being confronted with that very situation made her feel nauseous. This was something she was used to by now, as it took her often all the willpower she had left to get down a few bites during dinner, but she knew that this time it was not predominantly the illness that made her feel this way. It was the thought of looking into Robert’s unknowing features that scared her the most.

The Marquis de Montmirail and Robert exchanged some final words, but Cora didn’t really understand much of any of it, as behind her still and smiling façade she was fighting an indecisive battle on how she should best deliver the words she was bound to pronounce.

Only after Robert had slipped his arms underneath her own did she once again notice the surroundings clearly. The villa was enlightened by the sparkling party that pulsated around the beautifully decorated walls and for a second, she caught a glimpse of Tom and Lucy swaying in each other’s arms. Another wave of grief suddenly struck her. Robert had also requested earlier that night to share a dance to the cheerful music, just like the two of them had done so many times.

Dancing together had always been one of their passions. Not only because Cora was convinced that she had earned Robert’s love during one of their most memorable dances, but because they would always forget everything and everyone surrounding them when the two of them whirled around the dance floor intertwined in each other’s arms.

However, this evening Cora had to decline. She knew all too well that her constant dizziness would never allow her to spin around. Her muscles, weak as they had become in the past months, could never muster the quick beats she would have to follow along.

Robert had glanced at her somewhat irritated, given the fact that it had not rarely been his wife who had urged him so desperately to share a dance with her. The decline did seem rather unusual.

Luckily, Robert slowly strayed away from the dazzling party, turning into a much calmer corner of the property. Only delicately could the two of them hear the band playing a slow and melancholic ballad.

Staring at the velvet fabric of her dress, Cora still had not made up her mind how she would deliver the news. She knew precisely that Robert was still so agitated due to the possibility that he may have never been the rightful heir to Downton that it felt harsh to confront him with another unsolvable problem. Because yes, it was indeed unsolvable.

Robert must have understood that Cora walked peculiarly silent next to him, as it felt odd to him that she didn’t carelessly start to talk. He had found himself often confused by the way Cora would always find a topic to discuss, no matter how irrelevant it may have appeared to him. Although their arms were tightly intertwined, Robert felt as if thousands of kilometers were in between his wife and himself. In order to break the uncomfortable silence, he asked the first question that came to his mind, even though he did not really care for the answer, as he was still so preoccupied with the unsuspected turn this journey down to the south of France had taken.

“Have you enjoyed our trip, dear?”

Oh, it was too much. The words instantly evoked a feeling of deep hopelessness and Cora felt the panic bubble up inside her chest. She felt as if all the blood inside her head had sacked down at once, leaving her with a strong lightheadedness. She could no longer rationally control her thoughts and so the words just spilled out surprisingly cold and unfiltered.

“I think I’ve got cancer, Robert”

She had stopped her steps and let go of his arm, just staring into the open night and the Mediterranean expanding into the unknown horizon in front of them.

There was a long and heavy silence.

Neither of them dared to breathe and it seemed as if the concept of time had been destroyed all together as they were standing still side by side.

“Cora, what are you saying? What do you mean?”

Robert knew very well what the concept of cancer signified but it was a sort of perplexed denial that tried to keep up his strength.

“I- I’ve had some…”

Cora’s voice cracked slightly as she tried to pronounce the words. She finally turned to face her husband, standing there with his fists tightly clenched together. His eyes sparkled dangerously, even though his mouth was pressed tightly together to keep up the image of a somewhat steady posture.

“I’ve had some- some symptoms for quite a while, you see, some very evident symptoms and there is no use in denying that”

Cora was once again surprised how rational she made all of this sound. Inside, she could barely keep herself from falling apart.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?!”

“I was going to and then suddenly we were coming here”

Robert’s heartbeat sped up and he as well fell victim of a panic rising inside him. To keep himself from succumbing to the overwhelming emotions, he chose a feeling he could handle much more easily. Anger.

“But you should never have come here! We have to get you to a proper doctor. And I don’t mean some cackling Marseilles!”

Now it was Cora’s turn to feel enraged. She didn’t particularly know why, but it made her feel safer and she liked the sensation of feeling more in control of her feelings, so she answered with a much steadier voice:

“Doctor Clarkson is more than capable of coming up with a diagnosis”

Robert on the other hand felt the panic leak through every fiber of his being. He felt hot and cold, his head throbbed and his hands started to sweat heavily. But didn’t he need to reassure his wife? He was the strong one, wasn’t he?

More to soothe himself than anything else, he said with a stutter:

“We’ll go to London. We’ll- We’ll go to America if we have to”

There was no question that he stumbled and fell down the slippery slope of a deep-rooted fear: He was going to lose Cora. The one person he could not live without.

Cora knew all too well that there was no use in all of this. The symptoms were evident. Gastric cancer. No doctor, whether in London or America, could alter that.

“We’ll discuss it when we know more”

Was there more to know, though? Beside an exact diagnosis, which didn’t leave much room for interpretation at this point, there was not much to discover. Nothing pleasant, anyway.

The tranquility in Cora’s voice triggered a sudden reaction in Robert and he could not help himself but shout.

“You should have told me!”

His face was bright read. The grass underneath his feet felt as if it had started to move and he could not recall having ever felt so lonely. His wife stood there opposite him, but it seemed as if he was trapped in an overwhelming loneliness.

Robert’s outburst started another reaction. This time it was Cora who lost control over her emotions.

“With the chance of a last treat before illness to cover our lives?!”

Her voice lost all of its strength and by the end of the sentence it had almost vanished completely.

“It can’t be as bad as that”

“Robert, I’ve run the hospital for years! Do you think I just sat there with my ears blocked?!”

Like a dam that had been opened abruptly, all that had been building up inside Robert’s chest suddenly burst out. He rarely was a man to openly display his emotions, but now no strength on earth could hold back his genuine fear.

Seeing him like that immediately made Cora feel guilty. This was exactly the reason why she had evaded the topic for so long. Nothing to her was more painful than to watch her loved ones suffer. To be herself the cause of such great sadness seemed unbearable and so she took on the role she had learned to play ever since her first daughter was born: The caring mother.

“Oh no, no no no. No. No”

She started towards her husband, embracing his shaking figure between her arms, trying to reassure him with her warmth and proximity. Although Robert was almost a head taller than his wife, he appeared to be much frailer beside her. Tears fell down the side of his cheeks and his head turned numerous directions in order to evade the face of his love. He could not bear to look at her.

“That’s not what I wanted at all”, she said. “We’re not sad people! My being ill now doesn’t make us sad!”

The words seemed completely ridiculous and she knew so as well, but she wanted to end this moment so desperately that she could not think of another way of reassuring her husband. While his head constantly turned away from her gaze, she tried to catch his glimpse. Looking into each other eyes had always been their biggest comfort after a disagreement and it appeared to her to be the most sensible thing to do now. How could she possibly ease his pain?

Robert chocked up some word fragments she could not quite understand as they were so heavily drenched with his sobs.

“To lose my mother, and my name. Must I lose you too?! I can’t bear it”

His fingers delicately traced her shoulders down her back. Never until know had it appeared to him how slender her frame had gotten. She always had been very slim, but know as he touched her, the narrow shoulders almost seemed to give in under the very subtle pressure of his hands.

Finally, their eyes met. Oh, his beautiful blue eyes. Him loosing her? She had never thought of it that way. She always felt as if she would be the one to lose him. It was her who had always wanted him. Always. So much so, that she had accepted the possibility to live in his company without reciprocated love when she married him. There was no one on this earth that she cared for more, ever since she had first laid eyes upon him in a stuffy London ballroom. If anyone had the harder burden to carry, it was her.

“If I can bear it, you can. Remember, I’ve loved you from the start! I loved you before you loved me!”

Those words hurt him deeply, but Robert knew they weren’t intended as an insult, but simply a mere stating of a fact.

How he hated himself for having been so blind. He had been fond of Cora from very early on, did recognize her kindness and her warm nature, but he was so caught up in the whole “Save-Downton-No-Matter-What-Business” that he didn’t pay enough attention to the actual soul behind the solution to his problem. The shameful feeling of having wasted almost an entire year beside the love of his life would haunt him to his grave.

“I’ve always been ashamed of that”

“Don’t be. I had money. You needed it”

There she was again, the pragmatic wife who, more often than not, had been the calming guide to Robert. Although society might have been convinced that an American heiress may never have control over her emotions, there was no doubt that the English Earl had been dependent on his wife’s matter-of-fact statements more than once.

Cora’s hand brushed over Robert shoulder, feeling his tensed muscles.

“And then love came. And we have been happy, haven’t we?”

In that moment, even though the sentence only lasted for a mere second, their whole life story flashed before their eyes.

The way Robert had awkwardly introduced himself the first time to her, while Cora couldn’t help but giggle.

The moment she had told him that she was pregnant for the first time and the way he didn’t let anyone get too close to her after that, in order to make sure she could not be hurt in any way.

The day Sybil spilled the whole pot of coffee in the library and although Carson had been furious, the two parents burst into laughter.

Their ups and downs. Their most cheerful memories and their most heart-wrenching moments. It was all there, hovering in between them.

“Oh Darling!”

In desperate need of each other they brought their faces together and exchanged a kiss. But it wasn’t just like any other goodnight kiss they had been sharing for more than thirty years of marriage. They clung onto each other as if it would mean they could never touch again were they to separate. Cora tasted the salt of Robert’s tears on her lips, which led her to initiate another kiss before the previous one came to an end. Even though their bodies were as close as they could possibly manage, Cora wanted to be even nearer to her husband, so she let her hands grasp the silvery strands of Robert’s hair and pulled herself even more into the passionate embrace.

After all, she didn’t know how many times life would allow her to feel her husband that way.

A slight sob escaped her lips as they separated once again.

Robert took in the beautiful features of his wife. The moonlight reflected on her pale skin, her eyes sparkling even more due to many tears that gathered on her long, dark lashes. How beautiful she was. How beautiful she always had been.

“You have been everything to me. Everything!”

Oh, and he was to her, indeed. He always had been. But Cora felt her heart relax at the statement. She knew her husband adored her, but it always brought a smile to her face when he reassured her with such a confirmation.

And so it did now, even though the two of them found themselves in such a desperate environment. Their life, laid out in front of them, in pieces. Nevertheless, her smile couldn’t have been more genuine.

“And I hope I can be everything for a while yet”

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As a comic fan it pains me that most viewers aren't picking up on the X-Men connections. S4 often parallels the iconic Dark Phoenix Saga- which Will tells Dustin he wants an issue of back in S1. Dark Phoenix hinges on Jean Grey, a telekinetic telepath, being possessed by a malevolent psychic entity and turned into a supervillain. Obviously there's already the theory going around that Vecna intends to use Will as a host, but make of that what you will.

The protagonist turned villain element makes me think of how the cast described this season with the word "traitor". But the thing that keeps tripping me is that Jean wasn't a traitor. She was just the host, acting against her will. A traitor is willing. So I think there IS both a host and a traitor among the S4 group here- but I don't think they're the same person.

Thanks a lot for this ask, as I'm using this as a springboard to a theory about Eleven and Will having a villain arc in S5.

So this is the point where I confess I've not read any X-Man comics or watched any of the movies. I do enjoy comics but I've never really gotten around to X-Men yet. However, I did look up a plot summary for X-Men 134, which if I recall correctly is the one Will wants to take from Dustin, as well as looking on the wiki for a summary for the dark phoenix saga, so whilst this may not be interesting to the anon, hopefully other people like this.

The description for the comic reads as following:

The Hellfire Club has transformed the phoenix into their black queen! Are the X-Men to late to save her?-- or themselves?!

I don't think the Hellfire Club are meant to be like our Hellfire Club as they're evil and are working for the villain, Mastermind. I think Eddie or whoever founded the group thought it sounded cool and was a reference to the X-Men and possibly the satanic panic as well. And for those of you who don't know, Phoenix is a telepathic and telekinetic girl called Jean (which is very similar to Jane) and considering she was referenced, they're obviously doing these parallels intentionally. It's also important to note that her mentor figure let her suppress her memories and trauma so she wouldn't have to deal with it, which sounds like Brenner to me. Also, Mastermind is an evil villain who has illusion powers and the power to warp your memories of vulnerable people, which sounds more like Henry Creel/Vecna.

Anyways, at the start of the comic, the X-Men are seemingly defeated. They have lost a psychic duel with Mastermind and it seems pretty hopeless for them. One of the gang, Cyclops, has collapsed as though they died, but ultimately survived. There is a draw to the dark side in Jean as a result of Mastermind and she can feel herself giving in to this urge. She successfully kills Mastermind but she succumbs to the darkness and becomes the Dark Phoenix. This begins the Dark Phoenix saga, which leads to Jean's eventual death as she sacrificed herself to save the X-Men.

Now, I feel like some parallels here are pretty clear. Them starting off defeated because they lost in a psychic duel? Someone going unconscious as if dead but living? To me, this sounds a lot like the end of Volume 2. The draw to the dark side from the Mastermind within Jean could parallel Eleven with Vecna's psychological manipulation and her whole monster/superhero thing. But I also feel as though this could apply to Will, which I'll talk about after I explain what this could mean for Eleven.

Firstly, Eleven has similar powers to Vecna as they are both numbers. When Vecna has a strong psychic connection to someone, he absorbs them after he kills them. So what if the season has a twist beginning? Eleven kills Vecna early on in the series, but by doing so she absorbs his essence. This means that she's feeling this evil inside of her that she's not able to escape and ultimately becomes the villain of the season, working with the hive mind in the Upside Down. The group then have to fight her and Eleven, realizing her mistake, sacrifices herself to protect them. They did say the season was going to go full circle to S1, in which Eleven sacrificed herself for the good of the group.

But on the other hand, this could apply a lot to Will. In terms of having Vecna and this darkness inside of you, Will is already experiencing that. He can sense Vecna and his evil at all times as if it's his own. So imagine if instead of Vecna being the villain, Will caves in to this darkness and becomes a whole new monster. Maybe this could somehow serve as a way to unleash repressed powers and abilities in Will.

There are more parallels between Jean and Will as well, such as her intense empathy and her ability to literally feel other people's pain, which reminds me of Will's intense empathy for others and how he's constantly described as more 'sensitive'. Plus all of the repression stuff (Will repressing his true feelings) and trauma (all the Upside Down shit). Maybe it wouldn't even be Will's own power, but Vecna manifesting his power through Will. However, Will is then able to break from this and claim these powers as his own and become evil. He deserves a villain arc anyways. This villain arc would also fit in with all of his Henry Creel parallels.

Somehow, Will gets talked out of his villainy though because I doubt the show would just end with him being evil. Maybe Eleven infiltrates his mind with her powers and within all the darkness, she's able to find Will and get him back into his own body. Possibly Mike is able to reach him, which I'd love being a Byler shipper. Will loves both of them (in different ways!) so if this was to happen, I feel like they'd be most likely.

I hope this wouldn't be a one to one parallel though because I really don't want Will to die or sacrifice himself. They said this season is going full circle to season 1, so I feel like it's more likely that we see Eleven sacrificing herself for him instead of the other way around. Her locating him within the mindscape and trying to save him would be a nice throwback as well, not to mention all of the action being centered around saving Will again. They did say he'd be a main focus and that his issues would be supernatural as well.

Don't know if this is what you wanted, anon. I didn't really address your point on the traitor thing, although I feel like the giving into the dark forces thing is kind of a betrayal. But I think the traitor thing Caleb said was more about Lucas betraying the basketball guys by lying to them about Eddie or even the abandonment of the D&D game thing (which I don't think was a betrayal at all). Thanks for the ask (:

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