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Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 11
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Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors
Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence
Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate
Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.
And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.
A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.
At least that was what he thought at first.
He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.
Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 
There was no way she could take him seriously.
Aprox. time of reading: 17 minutes
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Her eyes were on him while Jungkook looked around her apartment, noticing that nothing had changed -except for the pair of boxing gloves at the top of her dinner table, next to some old magazines and books.
—Are you boxing?
—What?
Jungkook didn't ask the question again. Instead, his index pointed to the red gloves.
—If you need help, I can teach you —he smirked.
—No, thank you —she faked a smile—. I'd rather stay a whole day punching a wall without protection than having to stand your ass by choice.
—Yikes, that'd hurt —he poked both of his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.
It was none of his business whether she learned how to box or not, or where she was doing it -and, even less, why she took the sudden choice of doing it. She had joined a random gym among the list of gyms involved in those fights, that Alan sent her after she insisted a little bit too much.
—Now... can you explain again why you're here?
—My date was completely fine —his eyes were back on her— and, after eating your brownie —he emphasized on the fact that she was the one who prepared it—, she closed herself up in the bathroom.
—Well, that's too bad —she sighed—. You ate two pieces, and you're here being a pain in the ass. Don't you think that maybe the fact that she's in the bathroom has more to do with her than with me?
—You're fooling no one —he peeped, momentarily pointing at her, before he started walking to her with slow steps—. A brownie? After you literally screamed you'd kill me if it wasn't illegal? —he scoffed— I bet if I looked around I'd find a tiny box with whatever you put in that brownie. It's alright. You overheard my conversation over the phone, about how I was going to meet someone, and got jealous. Did a 2x1.
Y/n stopped for a quick second, realizing that if she fooled him to be close enough to her, she'd manage to snatch his phone and close herself somewhere to delete the video he was blackmailing her for. She just needed to play along for a bit.
—Hmm —she thought out loud, tilting her head and piercing his eyes with hers—, what if I admit that I did something to the brownie?
—I think that's quite obvious —Jungkook shook his head—. You should admit you didn't want me to go on that date.
—You're so full of yourself —her tone was suggestive, low enough to appeal to his most guttural side—. Why don't you just think that I did it to piss you off?
—Because there are a billion other ways to piss me off, and you still tried the one that'd ruin my date.
And while, in fact, she did it to ruin his date, nowhere in her head she ever thought of doing it out of jealousy. She just wanted to attack where it hurted him the most.
—So what if I did it out of jealousy? —she purred, inviting him to step closer to her.
—You could've just admitted it —he smirked—. I never repeated with anyone, but I'd be able to do an exception with you.
Y/n held back from rolling her eyes at that comment, keeping up the act until his body was millimeters away from being glued to hers. Her fingers moved over the soft cotton fabric of his white t-shirt, lowering through his torso until she met with the edge of his jeans.
Just a little bit more.
Her fingers probed at the beginning of one of his pockets, almost sliding inside until his fingers trapped her wrist and moved it away on the top of her head.
—Ever been told you should've been an actress?
It was too good to be true.
She quickly moved her other hand, thinking of slapping his face as hard as possible to distract him enough with the pain to be able to reach to his pocket again, but he moved faster, blocking the move before she could hit his cheek.
She should've thought that he was a professional boxer. Of course his reflexes were perfect in those situations.
—You think I'd buy you did it out of jealousy? —Jungkook mocked her— I bet you did it so I'd feel sick, enough for you to offer to help me while I'm in the bathroom and snatch my phone away.
—Oh my god, what the fuck are you talking about?
Y/n managed to let go of his grip, stepping back a little as she tried to process the twisted plan he had deducted from what she did. And that, after hearing it, she thought that was definitely what she should've done.
—You're sick in the head —she accused him.
—Me? —Jungkook replied back, exaggeratedly pointing at himself— Says the one who put god knows what on somebody else's food?
—I should've definitely put arsenic in it —she spitted, leaning closer to him.
—You could only wish you'd be able to get rid of me that way —he challenged—. I'd haunt you every single day of your miserable life, since you wake up in the morning to the moment you fall asleep in that bed.
—Good for you, because that's the closest you'd be to being with me in a bed —she barked back.
Something clicked in their brains when they realized how close they were to each other again, heated up by the sudden argument. Her eyes momentarily flew to his pierced lips, and Jungkook caught on that way too fast for her to pretend that it didn't happen.
His hands cupped her cheeks, drawing her into a kiss that she picked up the pace of as soon as their lips were linked together. All the anger, all the held back fury was freed with every move of their mouths, but also every hidden desire, every small wish of living again what happened a few nights back was exposed whenever their tongues twirled around one another.
Jungkook ate up her gasp when he pinned her against the wall, feeling her hands move from his torso to his neck at the same time his hands moved down her body to hold her by the hips. A powerful throb in his crotch, that reached every corner in his body, appeared the second her teeth squeezed the soft skin around his lower lip, indirectly pulling from one of his piercings as well.
In an attempt to erase any possibility of that ending, Jungkook cupped her ass cheeks, lifting her body up until her legs were wrapped around him. Y/n was the one who kissed him again, sinking her fingers in the locks of his hair before he felt encouraged to move lower, hiding his face in the curve of her neck to suck and lick every bit of sensitive skin in there.
He just loved the way her fast pulse felt against his tongue whenever he sucked on that spot.
—See how it isn't that difficult to give in to what you want? —he teased her, biting her earlobe.
—Shut up.
Jungkook moved his head back, rubbing his lips against her again.
—Make me.
She was close to doing exactly what he asked her to do, but something made him move his head back. Under her confused look, Jungkook terrorized at the feeling he was getting.
He couldn't be that unlucky.
For a quick moment, he thought it was a false alarm and that he'd be able to ignore it, but another squeak of his stomach made him finally move back, letting go of her body carelessly. He tried to leave her back on the ground, but his body was in such an urge to run away from there that he didn't make sure her feet were on the solid floor, causing her to slip and fall in front of him.
—What...? —when she looked up through the locks of her messy hair, she could see Jungkook walking fast to the door of his bathroom— Jungkook, don't dare.
But he completely ignored her warning, locking himself inside the bathroom before she reached the door.
—Jungkook, get out of there —she hit the door—. Jungkook!
Her feet kicked the door one last time, surrendering to what was going on because there was nothing she could do to avoid it.
—Ouch —she whined, rubbing her ass check with the palm of her hand, only being aware of the pain of her fall then.
Y/n sat on the armrest of her couch, looking at the closed door he disappeared in, waiting for him to get out and kick him out of her house. But time went by, and there were no changes. Her eyelids eventually closed with the passage of time, and her body gave in to gravity every time she lost energy, recomposing before she could meet the ground again.
After thirty minutes, she tried to sit still to keep her position, but her body didn't take long to start giving in to tiredness, opting for heading to bed and dealing with Jungkook the next day when her batteries were charged again.
Jungkook felt so embarrassed when he finally felt good enough to leave the bathroom, that he stayed inside those four walls for another fifteen minutes as he tried to battle his shame. He had cleaned the mess, he had tried to make the smell disappear, but his body was frozen right at the door because he didn't want to see Y/n looking at him disgusted.
Although he realized that wasn't a problem way too late.
When he opened the door again, the living room was completely dark and there was no sight of Y/n. Confused, he silently walked to her bedroom, managing to see her with the small glimpses of light that came through her curtains from the lights in the street.
—Peacefully sleeping while I could've died inside the bathroom because of her —he clicked his tongue, offended by the situation.
Jungkook tried to be as careful and silent as possible as he half closed the door that she had left open, making his way to the couch to get some sleep after such a hectic day.
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Y/n dragged her feet through the ground, making her way out of her room to meet up with a pair of feet hanging over the armrest of her couch, crossing one among the other. She was surprised by how little she cared about the fact that he was there. She was unbothered about it -probably because deep inside she knew she was the only responsible of him spending the night there.
But that didn't mean she'd let him sleep until he felt comfortable enough to wake up.
It was seven in the morning, she had things to do, and she for sure wouldn't invite him over to get something for breakfast.
Her hand patted the sole of one of his feet over his white socks, getting him to squirm and snuggle to one of the cushions he was hugging.
—Wake up. I bet your date has already left.
—What date? —he mumbled against the fabric of her couch— She already left last night.
—What?
—What —his voice lost power towards the end of the word.
When she checked again, his eyelids were completely closed again and his lips parted as he went back to sleep.
A lot of violent thoughts went through her head when she heard him admitting he just stayed at her place after tricking her, and only because he wanted to annoy her. Every bit of sympathy she could have for him was erased as soon as he opened his mouth.
She looked at him after returning from the kitchen, seeing how peacefully he was sleeping, with his right hand strangely folded to his chest, and only able to rejoice at the thought of interrupting all of that. She prepared herself, placing the pan as close to his head as possible before she started to hit it with one of her spoons.
Jungkook felt his heart squeezing on his chest at the sudden sound, moving by instinct and falling out of the couch to find Y/n looking down at him with the cause of his heartache.
—You almost killed me —his body relaxed slowly—. There's no need to be so aggressive.
—Get out.
—Like that? You won't offer me a coffee or something?
His sentence was almost left unfinished when she whined at the way she forced him to stand up by pulling from the hairs near his sideburns. It was as clear as day she didn't need as much strength as long as she knew where to touch and hit to actually cause pain.
She only let go of that short lock of hair when he was completely standing up, ready to push him towards the main door.
—So you couldn't sleep in your place because your date was there, huh?
—Wait, wait —he stopped her from closing the door.
Y/n looked at him, hopeful that he'd apologize and recognize his mistake. But that was hoping too much from him.
—My shoes are inside.
A heavy huff left her lungs, along with her tracks turning back to the couch to pick up the white sneakers and throw them on the common landing.
No words, no actions. Nothing else was needed for her to close the door behind her and completely forget about him.
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Jungkook waited by the door, with his head looking from one way to the other. He had been there since he overheard Y/n ordering some food in her kitchen. She should've known better than to offer his revenge on a silver platter, after he was waiting for the best chance to get back at her the same way.
The plan was simple. He stayed outside of the building, although still hidden so Y/n wouldn't catch him in case she looked over her balcony. He was going to intercept the delivery man by telling him he made a mistake at giving his address, and get the food to his place to get back at her for the awful night he went through.
The breeze felt chilly as he blew the smoke out of his mouth and moved the cigarette away from his lips again. He remembered how much he disliked the taste and smell of tobacco when he first started, and how the thought of going a day without the taste of it on his tongue seemed weird. It was almost like those constant encounters with Y/n, or the excitement in the possibility of repeating with her again, when before he even hated the idea.
He quickly shook his head at his own thoughts, convinced that he was probably going insane.
He was bored. She was close.
That was it.
Although maybe paying a quick visit to the tarot reader wasn't a bad idea. He had gone way too long without getting a quick check.
Before he could dig any deeper in his thoughts, a man with a motorbike helmet half put on walked to him. He seemed young, probably he wasn't even of age yet, something that probably would make it easier for him to trick him.
—Excuse me, are you going to 3A by any chance?
—Yeah, why?
Jungkook sighed, faking relief before he spoke again.
—My girlfriend gave the wrong number. By mistake she gave the apartment number of the crazy lady, who goes around with sharpened knives, instead of giving ours.
—Hmm, can you tell me the name of the person who ordered?
—Y/n Y/s —he confidently said, spending too much time memorizing her full name as he looked at her mailbox for those fifteen minutes—. We live in the 3B, but she said 3A. I guess it's normal after she's called so many times to the cops because that lady kept threatening to stab her.
—Yeah... No problem, dude.
The delivery boy took the plastic box out of the box he was carrying on his back, stretching his hand in front of him to indirectly ask for a tip.
—Cool. Have a nice night —Jungkook said, high-fiving his hand before he left back to his place.
He sneaked inside his place quickly and carefully, cautious of Y/n not catching him with her food. Once he reached the kitchen, and aware that that awful thick plastic was still stuck on her window, he felt free to add his touch to her food.
He added a soup spoon of gochujang to one of the boxes that contained her fried rice, stirring it until the paste was completely invisible to the perception of the eye. After looking around, he also added some gochugaru as well, stirring the whole thing again before he closed it.
Jungkook moved silently towards her door, leaving her bag at the doorstep and hurrying to ring on her doorbell and run back to his place before she could even react to the sound.
She frowned when she opened the door and found no one but the white plastic bag on the floor, although she just shrugged it off. She wasn't exactly in the mood for any human contact, so the delivery person definitely did her a favor by leaving her food there.
Her spirits slowly went higher, and the melodic hum coming from her throat only made it obvious.
—It smells so good —she moaned, when the smell of Chinese food reached her nostrils after opening one of the boxes.
Her body was comfortable on the couch, a TV show she started to be obsessed with was playing, and tasty food was waiting for her to eat it. It was the best way to say goodbye to an awful week.
—Hmm?
Her head tilted to the side with the first spoon, not able to recognize the taste of her fried rice. Although it wasn't until she was filling her mouth with the second spoon that spice finally hit her, and forced her to spit the food that was there in her mouth.
She swore she could feel her tongue melting and the insides of her mouth burning, as her lips started to itch. Her first instinct was to give a long sip of the cold milk in her fridge, but even with that she could still feel she'd breath out flames at any given moment.
The itchy feeling was quickly followed by a dry cough and a runny nose that made her expect the worst.
—Shit, not again —she whined.
Annoyed, she picked up her phone, calling at the restaurant she ordered the food from.
—I specifically asked for it to have no spice in it —a cough interrupted her loud yelling—. Can you take a simple order?
Jungkook, who had purposely opened his window to be able to hear her reaction, giggled at her hysterical rant, until she heard her giving the reason why to her complaint.
—I'm intolerant to spicy food, do you even understand what that means?
She moved nervously on the spot, scratching the arm holding the phone with her free hand as she hoped it wouldn't go to worse.
Her rants and annoyed complaints were only interrupted by the sound of her door bell, making her sigh before he chose to open it to whoever was bothering her at the worst time.
—You'll be hearing from me soon —she hung up the call.
Jungkook almost lost his balance when he saw her swollen red lips, and the pale pink rash on her forearm, that she kept scratching as she fought to breathe through her coughing.
—Let's go to the hospital.
—What?
—Let's go to the hospital —he insisted—. Pick up your shoes and go.
—Why?
—I heard your conversation. Let's go.
Jungkook stepped inside, picking up the pair of sneakers she always had at the left side of the door, and that he managed to find while he desperately looked around for something for her to wear. He dragged her outside of her apartment, and didn't even think of waiting for the elevator as he kept hearing her cough getting worse.
—It's not that serious.
Everything went back to normal after she struggled for a bit. At least, that was how it worked the other times she had a similar reaction.
—It's better if you don't wear a helmet —he mumbled, hopping on his motorbike—. Get on.
—I'm not going with you anywhere —she stepped back.
—I dislike you as much as you dislike me, but I don't want you to die if I can prevent it. So get your ass on the fucking motorbike.
She rolled her eyes at how extreme he was being. She certainly wasn't going to die because of that, but she also knew he'd be able to go on like that for a long while until she did what he asked her to do.
His pale skin as he worried for her, and his concerned look whenever he checked on her state every minute since he dragged her out of her house and while they waited at the hospital made her wonder if she had been way too harsh on him. She was regretting treating him so badly, and even putting those laxatives on the brownie to ruin his plans.
She was just projecting a lot of her negative thoughts onto him, and treated him unfairly since he arrived.
Her palm covered his knee, trying to calm him down and get his shaky moves to stop.
Jungkook was right when he told her to go to the hospital, and the doctor told them when he checked out her symptoms, making her feel relieved by Jungkook's insistence thirty minutes back.
—I'll pay for the hospital bill —he announced as he hopped on the motorbike.
—You don't have to —she mumbled, taking the seat at his back.
He just ignored her comment, starting the engine of the motorbike and making his way back to their place.
Her attitude was more receptive than he remembered, she even smiled at him when they were about to part ways to get to their respective places. Y/n stopped before she could even use her keys, turning to him to dedicate some words she didn't expect would ever be thrown in his direction.
—Thanks for today. I'm not sure what could've happened if it hadn't been for you —she sighed—. And that restaurant is going to get it.
—What do you mean?
—I specified I didn't want spice in my food, reasons are obvious. And they still put it on it.
—Y/n.
—What if you hadn't been here, huh? They're a danger for all of their clients. Imagine if it had been someone with a worse allergy.
—Y/n.
—You shouldn't be paying the hospital bill. They should. And they should be thankful if they have one single client after I write an article about...
—It was me.
Her rant suddenly stopped by his confession, frowning when she saw that guilty expression on his face. And it all clicked. It all made sense. How they didn't ring the first door bell, how they didn't even show up at her door to serve her the food, and how concerned and worried he looked on their way to the hospital...
—I got your food, and added spice to it. I didn't know you were intolerant.
Her nostrils widened, and her breathing became irregular the more she heard him speak. She was so close to losing her temper. And it wasn't like she cared anymore, she needed to get rid of him.
Jungkook quickly moved, stepping inside his apartment and closing the door behind him before Y/n could reach him, feeling the vibrations of her hits and kicks on his back.
—Jeon Jungkook, I'm going to kill you —she warned him, trying to open the door.
She was convinced Jungkook was the biggest of the curses in her life. 
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mrpenguinpants · 7 months
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Turning Red
— He's always so serious that they can't help but wonder what kind of emotions he's hiding underneath. Good thing you're around.
— Dan Heng, Gepard, Blade + Jing Yuan
Slight spoilers for Xianzhou and Kafka's companion quest.
[Masterlist]
I've fallen into the Honkai train, but here we are. Also, I know Jing Yuan doesn't fit this prompt but I like him so who cares.
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Dan Heng
"Dan Heng! We need one more person to play Celestial Jade!" March hollars down the hallway only to receive no response. It makes her pout, biting the inside of her cheek as she taps her foot restless against the floor, "If you don't come soon then I'll be the one in trouble you know!"
Again no response...
She's checked his room and the archives, and yet no sign of the man. The Express is only so big so surely he didn't wander off somewhere outside right? Maybe you know where he is? Dan Heng seems to talk to you more than he does with her, so maybe he gave you a heads-up that he was going somewhere? It's not a solid plan, but it's a plan nonetheless so she marches her way to your room.
"Hey, have you seen Dan Heng anywh-" March starts as she opens your door only to stop mid-sentence since the eyes of the very man she was looking for are staring right back at her. "Ah. Oops."
Her eyes slowly trail down from his and ah- she understands why he was missing. You're curled up around him, arms haphazardly laid across his waist while your head is cushioned by his chest. Dan Heng doesn't seem to find your sleeping position bothersome, if anything it looks like he's trying to slowly nudge you closer without waking you up. One hand is on his phone, probably typing away on the databank, while the other is curled around your waist. His chin rests on top of yours contentedly as his white and turquoise coat is used as a mock blanket, leaving him in the black turtle neck.
Dan Heng looks like he's about to say something but you shift and mumble something in your sleep and they both go still. Scared that they may have accidentally woken you up and the Express doesn't have enough space for March to run and hide from Dan Heng but thankfully, you seem to settle down and return to your dreams. Thus, March and Dan Heng are locked in a staring contest before she slowly reaches into her back pocket without breaking eye contact.
"Don't you dare," Dan Heng whispers as loud as he dares, although his pink cheeks don't do anything to make him look intimidating.
"Oh, I think I dare," she grins too widely as she raises her camera, making sure it's on silent before she starts to bombard her gallery with a pink Dan Heng because he can't stop her unless he gets up. The most he can do is turn his face away but it shows the world his red ears. Once she's satisfied, she's sticking her tongue out and darts out of the room. She expects that two things will happen. Dan Heng will hunt her down and make her delete the pictures, but not before she sends them all to him. As soon as the door closes and March walks down at the end of the hallway she let her mini explosion commence because Geez! That was so cute! Who knew Dan Heng could be so adorable! Why can't she have that with someone special, this isn't fair!!
Gepard
Gepard Landau. The prestigious young captain of the Silvermane Guards who belongs to the noble Landau family. A personality of righteousness, a good family background, and on top of that he sure has a pretty face. The absolute perfect man.
What a boring guy.
That's the only thought that runs through Sampo's mind as he observes the blond hair man talking to his subordinate from a distance. The two of you are supposed to be on break - he knows this because it makes the other Silvermane Guards more relaxed so it's easier for him to run around - and yet Gepard has his back straight and looks as if he's never heard of what a day-off is. What a shame that those pretty blues only have eyes for reports.
"This part here has been causing some issues for our intelligence team," he hears the subordinate say and Sampo's eyes shift to you. He's heard of you before although not as much as Gepard. A simple errand girl who frequently moves between the Silvermane Guards and the Neverwinter Workshop to deliver messages and supplies. Nothing incredibly remarkable but you're a kind person who keeps to themselves. Sampo thinks you and him could get along if you didn't hang around Gepard so often.
"Let me see..." Gepard mumbles and leans down closer to read the fine print before you turn your head to the side and plant a small kiss on his cheek. Despite the cute gesture, Gepard doesn't change or make any expression. He simply steps back into a polite distance, a hand coming up to loosen his collar as he clears his throat, before reprimanding you on workplace-appropriate jokes. You don't seem to take offense to his lack of response, just adorably hiding your smile behind your paper before waving goodbye to the Captain. Meanwhile, Sampo is coughing violently behind his fist because what the hell was that? So much build-up only for a lackluster ending? As a man of the dramatics, it's too much for him.
"Seriously, there's nothing fun about this guy," Sampo sighs, shrugging his shoulders as if to console himself. He's about to turn and leave but the rushed clinking of armor has him looking back at the Captain.
"Seriously..." Gepard mutters before hiding his face behind his hand. Even from this distance, Sampo can see how red the Captain's ears have gotten just from a simple cheek kiss.
Blade
Kafka thinks you're cute. Really cute.
Everyone in the Stellaron Hunters hides their true emotions behind multiple masks and it's refreshing to meet someone who wears their heart on their sleeve. Although it could also be because you're incredibly bad at hiding your feelings. Even if Kafka wasn't as skilled as she is with reading people, you do a piss poor job. Still, it's fun for her and that's the important part.
"Oh? Back so soon?" Kafka greets you as you step out of the alleyway. Even if your face isn't plastered across the Xianzhou like Kafka's and Blades, it wouldn't look good to be seen conversing with them. Plus you rather like being able to walk in broad daylight without the fear of the Cloud Knights chasing you down to slap some cuffs on you.
"Yes ma'am. We can depart when you're ready," you salute and she can't help but laugh at your cute mannerism. It makes you falter the slightest bit but you hold your pose.
"Good. Good. It must have been hard to pilot a ship so close to the Xianzhou without being detected. Especially given," she makes a gesture at Blade, "recent events."
You only nod at her hidden meaning before she's suddenly stepping into your personal space. You can only make a small noise before her arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to her, and you pointedly ignore how her chest is pressed against yours, and her other hand raises your chin until your lips brush against hers. With her so close, she can see the pink in your cheeks growing and how tense your body is against hers. Your eyes dart from her down to her lip before catching yourself and instead looking behind her. It's cute.
"Would you like a reward?" she whispers next to your ear.
"Don't tease so much."
"Oh," Kafka blinks twice, turning her head to her companion as she lets go of your chin so she can press her fingertips against her mouth like one of those posh ladies when they find out about the latest gossip, "how out of character Bladie."
He doesn't dignify her with a response, just closes his eyes and goes back into his meditation. His face fell into that perfect stone that she could have imagined that he spoke. But those piercing eyes carving their way into her bones are unmistakable that even if they are closed, she still feels watched. But she relents and drops her arms around you before sending you off back to the ship. They'll join you soon.
"That's interesting," Kafka muses, she rolls her fingers as thin magenta strings appear before being flicked away with her wrist. Blade shouldn't be able to register anything but herself and yet, he seemed to notice you.
Jing Yuan
Yanqing has the sneaking suspicion that his General is sneaking off to slack off again. While he knows Jing Yuan is incredibly busy and he tends to do things discreetly, this getting far too strange. The General always has a complacent smile, but recently, it's been a tiny bit more genuine every time he waltzs in. For someone so tall, at least in Yanqing's opinion, he's able to slip past everyone and it's impossible to get in contact with him until he suddenly appears hours later. Yanqing would know, he's blasted the General's phone only to receive a cute emote and a "Surely my lieutenant is more than suitable for this, no?". Does it make Yanqing swell with so much pride that he forgets about Jing Yuan slacking off, maybe, but that's beside the point.
"General, what exactly are you doing in your... "off time"," Yanqing words slowly, unsure of what he was asking is considered a pry into Jing Yuan's personal life and if he will get upset with him.
"You're making it sound as if I'm doing something depraved during this "off time"," Jing Yuan chuckles at how fast Yanqing turns pink at his implications. Yanqing's hands quickly come up in a placating nature as he shakes his head so hard that his ponytail smacks against the wall.
"N-Not at all General! I was just curious- but you don't need to answer if it's something important!" Yanqing struggles through his words but luckily, Jing Yuan doesn't seem to take offense. If anything, he finds it amusing as he rubs Yanqing's head like an overactive puppy. It makes Yanqing huff and shoos away the offending hand before crossing his arms, expectantly waiting for an answer.
"It's not anything that needs to be kept as a secret. I'm simply taking a walk around Xianzhou to distress. You should take some time to do so as well, training every single day without a break will only lead to weary bones and stiff muscles," Jing Yuan advises which Yanqing nods carefully along to. Although Yanqing's eyes drift from the General's eyes to mouth, he seems more...softer around the edges? Even though he's the only one here, it looks like Jing Yuan is speaking to someone else through him.
"Are you sure you're not doing something indecent?" Yanqing deadpans to which the General laughs. He reaches over to ruffle his disciple's hair again before crossing them behind his back and walking ahead. Seriously, Yanqing thinks as he fixes his hair back into place, he can never get a good read on his General.
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emily, one of your close friends in the bau, comes back and after months of crying over her death you're not sure how to feel. it hurts the most when the deception also comes from aaron, the man you've loved for so long
a/n: idk how i feel about it. it's very rushed because half of it was deleted and i couldn't be bothered to go back and rewrite it properly.
aaron hottie angst again because his pain is so beautifully upsetting. kinda long so enjoy 🤍
part 2 :)
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"everybody, have a seat" aaron's voice is more tense than usual, as if he was about to announce some bad news. your heart races but you walked in, grabbing a seat next to morgan. jj stands beside hotch and she looks almost worried, toying with her fingers. your brows knitted in confusion, wondering what was so urgent
"why, what's going on? everything all right?" spencer asked, his brow raised.
"seven months ago, i made a decision that affected this team. as you all know, emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with doyle," hotch began
"but the doctors were able to stabilize her and she was airlifted from boston to bethesda under covert exfiltration. her identity was strictly need-to-know. and she stayed there until she was well enough to travel. she was reassigned to paris where she was given several identities, none of which we had access to for her security" he finishes but there's pin drop silence in return. his arms had folded over awaiting a response but everyone was shocked to say a thing
your heart feels like it's plummeted at the bottom of the earth, the breath completely knocked out from your lungs. you hope someone announces its a big joke but hotch looks at all of you expectantly. jj has her head slightly bowed, unable to make any eye contact and its then you realise she knew all along.
"she's alive?" you didn't even think you said it out loud but aaron looks at you, his brows in a tight frown. you see the truth spilled on his face and it stings immensely knowing how he saw you in your vulnerable moments and still decided not to say a thing
he knew all along
"but we buried her" someone else says but at that point you completely blank out, sinking further in your seat. hoping the ground would swallow you whole and remove the burden crushing your heart.
"as i said, i take full responsibility for the decision. if anyone has any issues, they should be directed toward me" aaron looks at you again but you don't bother looking in his direction.
all those times, every single tear, every second of sadness, all of it was.... fake?
"any issues?? yeah, i got issues-" morgan started, standing up towards hotch. but he doesn't go far for garcia speaks again. her eyes are brimmed with tears, walking quickly towards the door
"oh, my god" and you turn, unable to register the vision in front of you
"i am so sorry, i really am. not a day went by that i didn't want to...really, i... you didn't deserve that and i'm so sorry" the voice you thought you'd never hear again in this lifetime spoke. there she genuinely was, in the living breathing flesh. garcia grabs her in a hug and they share a tearful laugh about something you can't hear.
"there is so much i want to tell you guys and-and i will, i promise" the woman you spent crying in private about for weeks was now alive, like nothing had even happened.
garcia embraces her tight again and jj, morgan, rossi and reid followed suit.
it doesn't comprehend there she genuinely was, actually physically standing there. so many emotions had run through you, unclear of which one it was. all you can think about was her in your arms actively dying and you crying as you screamed for medics to come.
so you remained silent, while everyone had hugged her you stood just looking. unsure of what to feel, unsure over how to act. it felt foreign and you get lost in the reality of the situation, not realising she had made her way towards you
"y/n..." emily walked closer a smile on her lips but you couldn't reciprocate it. how could she so... nonchalanant about everything? those nights you spent crying, the nights your heart had felt so hollow in your chest, all of that burned in your mind.
the anguish, the pain, the guilt, all of it was an illusion.
and aaron, the man with whom you had trusted with your whole life glanced at you through the corner. he doesn't know what to say, what could be said? unintentionally he had lied to you, comforted you through pain that didn't even exist. he saw you vulnerable after her death, he was the one that pieced you back. and now it felt like all the parts he held together were coming undone.
"emily" you nod, a tight lipped smile on yours. even just being in her presence is enough to tip you over the edge so you distract yourself, holding the file. how strange, a mere seven months ago you two were the closest of friends.
and now you barely even knew her
"i-" she opens her arms slightly to embrace you but you open your hands to give her the information. touching her felt too soon, you needed some time to think.
"this is the file with doyle and everything going on with the kid. we don't have time to spare" you nod, quickly hand it to her and walk straight for the coffee. it wasn't caffeine that was going to help you tonight but it didn't hurt to try
•••
"hey..." morgan finds you staring blankly at the wall with the pictures, trying to find the next step in the kidnapping. and no matter how much you tried to regain your composure, it cracked piece by piece. exposing your facade and your true feelings behind the matter.
you were determined to keep a straight front for your team but every time you saw emily and jj and especially hotch, it felt like a challenge you weren't sure you'd win
"hey" you continue to take through the information, trying to piece the murder but there's so much on your mind it all feels like its vanishing in the air. like nothing is registering in your brain.
"hey" jj comes in and you stiffen up, quickly catching some files and exiting the room. she calls your name but you simply walk straight for the hallway. true, it was a childish thing to do but you couldn't look at any of them without the overwhelming urge to break down.
aaron, however, catches you in the hallway and you step back not wanting to even touch him, unable to look at his deceiting face.
"i know what you've been through. i understand that you're angry but i hope that you understand that this is not about you or me. this was about saving emily" his tone is sharp, firm but you see the hurricane of emotions in his eyes.
the most dominant being sorrow. but that wasn't enough for you, you almost wanted him to experience the pain you'd felt.
"why do you care about what i think hotch? it never mattered before, evidently" you match his tone in return, trying to go about him.
"y/n i know you're disappointed how we handled emily but it wasn't in our control, we couldn't say anything" he stops you and you don't even want to look at him, he knew how hard it had been on you. and he still didn't breathe a word of her survival.
"you couldn't or you wouldn't?? don't pretend to care what i've been through hotch. i came to you crying for weeks on end and not once did you have the decency to tell me the truth. not fucking once. what did you expect? i'd hug prentiss and all would be well? give me a break" you scoffed, pulling away from him. he stood stunned for a moment, his brows scrunched in a confused frown
"i know and i understand-" "i don't think you do. we have a kid that's about to die hotch, now is not the time" you utter, glaring as you walked by him.
•••
the plane ride was silent, moreso than usual. you noticed the glances your team was giving you but as long as the job was done efficiently, there wasn't really anything to say, you'd talk on your own time. just you and your book was enough for now.
all that was interrupted when a voice cut in. a voice you thought you weren't ready to hear just yet
"declan is little shaken up but the doctor said he'll be fine" she smiled at you, eyes looking at you but you refused to make any contact
"good. we got there in time" you commented, turning the page.
"yes..." she taps her fingers on the table, unsure on how to continue the conversation. part of you hopes she walks away, not ready to listen to her just yet.
"well we're going to rossi's tomorrow night. i want to see if he really can cook. are you coming?" she asked hopefully, a small smile on her lips
"i don't know, i'm not so sure i can make it" you leaned your elbow on the armrest, continuing to read the same sentence until she left.
"look, l/n, i know you're mad at us because we didn't tell you what really happened, and... i understand that. but i promise you, we had no choice" she begins and she sighs a little before looking directly at you.
"you mourned one friend, i mourned seven" she chuckled lightly, trying to make you see from her perspective. but you couldn't, the betrayal rang far too loudly in your ears.
his especially
"it's not a competition emily" you put your book down, directly looking at her eyes. everything you had been bursting to say left your lips before you could even comprehend it.
"you didn't carry my coffin, you didn't cry over someone that was presumably dead. do you know how many times i was angry at myself for not doing more? i kept replaying that moment when i held you, near enough lifeless and completely covered in blood. and all i could do was beg you to breathe and stay with me. you didn't take medications because every time you closed your damn eyes, all you could see was your dead friend in her own blood did you? don't pretend we're the same emily, you have no idea what i went through" with every word, you could feel the anger boiling deep inside of you. the annoyance coursing through your veins like wildfire.
"you could've given us a hint, a sign, anything to indicate proof of life. but i had to hold the pain over your death for months. so forgive me if i don't want to go through that again" your tone was sharp, picking up your book back to indicate the conversation was over
"y/n i'm sorry i-" she began softly but you shook your head
"look emily, i appreciate what you're trying to do. really. and i'm happy that you're back but i need time and space too. i can't do this job efficiently otherwise. so please..." you indicated for her to leave and she reluctantly stood up, wanting to say a million words. but none of them seemed quite correct
you hoped no one would come and try to talk, just wishing this plane ride would end quickly and you'd be in the safe sanctuary of your bedroom
and for once your wish is granted
•••
the precinct was empty, dark and cold. replicating how you felt on the inside.
your bag was in your office and you hoped everyone was gone, you couldn't handle seeing their faces.
it was hard, because on the one hand your friend was back. you wanted to rejoice, and hug her so tight but the way it all happened... it felt wrong.
"y/n" and there it is. the voice you definitely didn't want to hear tonight
"aaron" you reply in response, turning around to face him. he looks dishevelled, almost as if he had to run to catch you back here. on any other day before, it would've made you fawn over his adorableness but it didn't stir a thing in you now.
"i know what i did was inexcusable. i know you're hurt, i know it could've been handled better. i realise that but you have to understand that this wasn't my order. if you had known, it would've put you in a compromising position too" he comes close until he's standing a foot away. his eyes are aligt with an emotion you've never seen him use before, pleading
"i just can't get over it hotch. i'm so happy she's back and under different circumstances i would've celebrated it. but i can't because you lied to me. for months and months" you want to fall in to his arms, to forget about everything that had transpired tonight but it would solve nothing. so you stay where you are, the ache in your heart growing by the minute.
"and for that i deeply apologise" before, this would have solved your problems. but now it felt like the gasoline added to the fire.
"you don't care about me aaron and i'm fooling myself if i keep pretending that everything is okay"
"i do y/n, i just need time. i just-"
"how much time?? how much longer can i be expected to wait?? how much longer can i pretend that you actually care about me-"
"i do care!" "oh you do?? you watched me cry for months. does that sound like caring? and you never want to progress further in this. how can i be with someone who doesn't care? emily coming back was just the icing. you'd use anything and anyone to get what you want hotch. you don't care about anyone, much less me"
"is that what you think of me?" he whispers, eyes narrowing at you
"it's what i know of you. from the moment i met you to now. i thought it was fine at first. but i can't do it. do you have any idea how.... hard it is to love you?" every word was a dagger to his heart, twisting and twisting until it was difficult to breathe.
"i'm done. i need a break. from you, from the bau, from everyone" you let out a shaky sigh, hugging your bag closer to your body. the man before you was your lifeline and now it felt like you were drowning in the depths of him. the only way to save yourself would be to remove yourself from his grasp, to pretend that he, your lover, never existed. he was aaron hotchner, your boss. he would never be the man you were so desperately and hopelessly in love with.
"y/n please don't-"
"i'm taking my holidays. don't contact me, don't find me. i just really.... don't want to see you ever" with that you stormed out of the room, away from him and his presence. away from his beautiful face you came to adore, away from all the memories you would forever cherish until your last breath.
but no amount of miles between you both could ever be enough
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Hello!
This one is from a request, I hope it will please you as much as the others. I'd like to really thank all of you for your kindness it really mean very much to me. My life isn't really easy for now and writing help me a lot. I'm glad I can have someone to read my work here ♥
It's only fluff in here :)
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You just can't help it. You just can’t fight the force of attraction that constantly clings your eyes to Ona’s silhouette. This girl was a great player, charismatic, very kind and smiling. But she also had the gift of being both particularly cute while being frightfully sexy. You fell for her the second your eyes landed on her. She came to your school early this year for a school exchange. She’s supposed to finish school here and was recommended to be on your high school soccer team. Enough to say that she quickly demonstrated her qualities, so much so that the coach decided to appoint her captain. A nomination that could have attracted problems with other girls, but they were all quickly aware of Ona’s qualities.
You, on the other side, you were the captain of the cheerleaders, so you have the chance to be able to watch her play every game. Since you frequent the same places, you were quickly brought to discuss together. And you found yourself falling even harder.
Your sexual orientation doesn't question anybody, you have long demonstrated your interest for girls only. You don’t know for Ona though. She has never been in a relationship since she arrived here and she seems not to be interested in all those who have tried their luck. Always with her eternal sweet smile, she dismisses them kindly before shifting her attention to football.
You had an incredible chance anyway, because of your catastrophic results in Spanish, your teacher offered to ask Ona to give you private lessons. You agreed and so did Ona, but it didn’t help you get close to her because in the way you wanted because you find yourself blushing and feeling particulary stupide every time.
But eventually your work payed off and it’s with a big smile that you find the Spanish girl in the corridors of the school, shaking a paper in front of her face.
"What is it?" she asks with a smile, her voice making strange things in your belly everytime, before grapping the piece of paper. "Madre mia Y/N a A-?"
You don’t answer, just nod with a big smile. You’ve never scored as high as this one and you owe it to the brunette.
"Felicitaciones!"
She jumps happily before hugging you and kissing your cheek. And here you are again, blushing red like a damn tomato.
"Muchas gracias" you smile, hopping Ona didn't realise your blush. "But I still need your help though. I have a writing for next week, would you mind?"
"Of course not. I have training this afternoon but can I come tomorrow?"
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Tomorrow being friday night, you propose to Ona to come for diner and work on your essay afterwards. Your parents aren’t here like pretty much every Friday night, both of them being part of a club with all of her friends. Well it's literally an excuse to meet them and have drinks, but you pretend not to realize it. Your older sister is out too with her boyfriend, like every Friday night too.
"How was practice?" you ask Ona, erasing a deleted sentence on your page.
"Good, good" the other girl answer absent-mindedly.
She was standing behind you in your room, looking at the pictures and the posters hung on the wall. You can’t see it and look over your shoulder. She turns her back on you and is admiring the one with your best friend, dating from this summer. You and she had managed to get her parents to take you with them, and this was probably the best vacation of your life.
Realizing that your gaze lingers a little too long on her arms and her butt, you suddenly shift your attention to your writing, cheeks burning.
"I think I’m done" you mumble a few minutes later, scratching your head.
"Let me see"
Ona answers you softly and comes back to sit next to you. You don’t move when you feel her knee leaning against your thigh, trying to ignore the heat wave that seizes your entire body. The attraction you feel for her becomes ridiculous, especially when a look in her direction tells you that she does not even seem to have realized.
"It's pretty great actually. You just made one or two grammar mistakes, but otherwise it’s fine. Your progress is really impressive"
"I have a very good teacher"
Ona looks at the sheet that she is correcting to send you a smirk and you almost faint. Jesus Christ this woman.
"Done!" she says soon after with another smile.
You thanks her again and a glance at your phone inform you that it's pretty early. Even if you would appreciate more than ever to spend extra time with Ona, you do not know under what pretext to propose her to stay. But she doesn’t get up from your chair though, leaning on the backrest and gently turning it from side to side.
"So, what’s on tonight?" she asks and you shrug.
"Nothing really. I have to stay to watch the house"
"Alone?"
"Yeah? Sometimes Hannah comes too, but tonight she was busy"
You see Ona’s look for a few seconds on the photo she was looking at earlier, representing you with your best friend on the beach. And she turns her attention back to you.
"You both seems very close"
"Yes, I mean I know her since we are five but it’s like she’s always been part of my life."
"Are you together?"
A few seconds pass during which you look at Ona, digesting the surprise of her question. Then you end up laughing a little before shaking your head.
"Like together, together? Nah, she's like my sister. Plus she's straight as a die."
Ona nod and you put the mess on your desk together, now that you’re done studying.
"So if I ask you to go to the prom with me next week, it might not hurt anyone?"
Holly mother of god. You gather feverishly the papers you dropped under emotion and you have to clear your throat to chase the feverish in your voice.
"No one will be hurt if you ask me" you mumble shyly before adding "Except maybe all your pretenders who are rushing to the gate."
Ona rolls her eyes.
"Would you? Come to prom with me?"
You raise your eyes on her face to make sure she’s not joking. But that doesn’t seem to be the case and you even manage to see hope in her eyes. As if it were possible for you to hesitate for a second.
"I'd love to"
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Maybe it’s a little cliché the captain of cheerleaders going to the prom with the captain of the soccer team. But honestly, you don’t care. You don’t know how the rest of the school could have known so quickly about Ona's request, but it seems like by Monday most of the others students were already aware.
You may have seen different reactions from your friends, most of were happy for you. You didn’t expect, however, that some would show jealousy by asking aloud what had pushed Ona to ask you to accompany her. You haven’t been able to speak so much to the Spanish during this week, both of your training sessions require special attention given the advanced championship.
But you have to admit that these hallway gossips and these kinds of remarks altered your confidence so much that you ended up writing to Ona in the middle of the week to make sure that she still want to go with you.
You - Hi Ona. Sorry to bother you. I just was wondering if you still want to go together at the prom?
Ona - Hola! Of course, why? Ona - Have you change your mind?
You - Not at all, just asking. You - What will you wearing?
Feeling the questioning of the other girl, you quickly changed the subject under the pretext of being able to coordinate your outfits. You didn’t want her to realize the insecurities you can have sometimes. You are the cheerleaders captain, you know perfectly well that if you let the slightest thing appear, it can quickly turn against you.
Ona told you that she will pick you at 8, and here you are, looking at yourself on the mirror of your bathroom. The more you look, the more you feel that the outfit you have chosen is not the right one. But you don't have time to think about it any longer, because soon the bell rings and you hurry to the entrance. Your parents and your sister are home and you don’t necessarily want them to bother Ona today.
You scream a goodbye and slam the door, making your way to Ona's car. She’s waiting for you and her vision takes your breath away. She’s perfect, whether it’s her outfit, her haircut, her makeup. So perfect that you want to cry. You will never be in her league. Yet she slowly approaches you with a big smile.
"You are beautiful" she tells you while extending her hand to go with her towards the passenger door.
" You’re the on to talk" you answer, biting the inside of your lip.
You almost make a comment about how many will be jeslous of you when the will see you to her arm, but you hold back. You already hinted that last week when she invited you and you don’t want to be too annoying.
A comfortable silence settles between you and you smile as you hear her humming the song passing on the radio. It's only a few minutes later that Ona breaks the silence.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course"
"How did you end up captain of the cheerleaders?" asked Ona, glancing at you. "No offense, but you don’t have the same characteristics as your teammates. You are not superficial, you are not selfish, you have respect for everyone… It doesn't fit so much in the usual codes, you know?"
You look at her for some seconds, thinking about her question. You already know the answer, but you're thinking about the way you can say the things.
"My sister was in the team, my mother was in the team... I guess I just wanted to show them that I can make it too."
You shrugs, before looking at the window. You didn't mean to say that your mother or your sister are superficial and all, but you don't really have the same vision of things.
"Do you even like it?"
"Somehow. It has some advantages. You can met interesting people"
You glance at her and she intercedes, your answer seems to make her smile. It makes you smile back despite the slight heat that once again invades your cheeks.
You arrive a few minutes later and once Ona has parked, she hurries around the car to open your door. You thank her with a smile and look mechanically around you. You notice glances at both of you, but your attention is quickly diverted by Ona’s hand which gently settles in the hollow of your back to train towards the entrance. As light as a butterfly, her hand on the fabric of your dress is pleasant and you refrain from leaning against it.
The evening passed at the speed of light and you had an incredible time. You still don’t explain yourself how you just didn't ignite on the spot. You and Ona danced during the evening, her hands on your waist giving you the impression that your legs turned into jelly. Every touch, every glance or smile brought you a little more to fall under the spell of the Spanish. It’s been a long time now that the stage of crush seems to be over, you are completely crazy about her.
Ona was closer to you physically than ever and you allowed yourself to look at her a little more strongly. You got lost in her eyes and yours landed several times on her lips.
But you are now going back home, in the same comfortable silence as before. The only difference is that this time your hands are intertwined on your leg and you play mechanically with the fingers of the young woman. You arrive a little too quickly to your liking and you shift your attention to the latina when she turns off the engine.
"Thank you for inviting me. I had a great evening" you smile softly, reluctantly leaving Ona to recover her hand.
"Me too" answers Ona smiling before undoing her belt. "I take you home."
Coming out of the car, you slowly follow her to your front door. The lights are off on the ground floor, but the one on the floor tells you that your parents are not sleeping yet.
"It went too fast" Ona pout, gently putting a strand of hair behind your ear.
Quick, air needed please. You focus all your concentration to listen to the words she says to you and not faint.
"It’s true" you mumble without really realizing what you’re saying.
Ona answers nothing, her gaze in yours. Your heart beats too fast, so fast that you have the impression that Ona can hear it. Hypnotized by her, you notice that she came forward only when her face is only a few centimeters from yours. From there you can see the depth of her gaze, every single one of her freckles.
And then, she kissed you. Slowly, letting you the time to stop her if you don’t want to.
But you want to, obviously. You would be unable to describe how you feel during this kiss, but your heart rushing against your thorax cage might speak for you.
"My heart will explode" you whisper against her lips without fully taking them off.
"I’ve wanted to do this for ages, you have no idea how much"
The answer of the latina makes you open your eyes and you find yourself immersed in her chocolate eyes, so warm and pleasant.
"I’m glad you did"
She offers you a new smile and takes you completely against her for a new kiss. A little more harder this one, but still light, made to discover you both. Her hands caress your face while yours are in the hollow of her back.
You feel like you could spend hours there, but you realize you have to go home if you don’t want to get your parents' attention.
"Will you writing to tell me that you have arrived well?" you ask her gently, your hands caressing her arms.
"Promise" she answers you before stealing a new kiss. "Sleep well"
Then it’s your turn to steal one from her, before she goes back to her car. Waiting for her to leave to enter your home, you can’t erase the big smile on your face when you go up to your room. You go directly in it, starting to undress and remove your makeup. You just putted on your pajamas when your phone vibrates, indicating the reception of a new message.
Ona - I came home well. I hope to wake up tomorrow without realizing that it was all a dream. Sleep well Princess ♥
You - Sleep well too, Hermosa. I look forward to seeing you again ♥
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Aeon of Unity.....the first aeon....they were there since the beginning they gave life to all and showed every life they created love and protection but when a threat known as honkai arrived they gave there life to seal it away in another world unknowingly becoming the object of its obsession now millions of years later you've returned and your already showing your creations that love and protection they missed oh so dearly but it seems your divine power has weakened so it's only natural your creations offer some hell right
Low on credits not anymore cause Asta, herta and Himeko have generously donated millions to your mailbox
Not enough resin to continue farming calyx for material's don't worry gepard and bronya have already sent the silvermaine guards to farm as many supplies as you need
Simulated universe giving you trouble well guess what now you can pick 2 paths and you get a bonus curio named [Divinity derived from unification] that buffs all characters depending on how devoted they are to you (you one shot gepard twice with Serval)
Even though they've given you all there love and you give it back 100 fold they still hear you speak of other worlds.....what are honkai, what's a archon and why does the broken claymore in herta's collection give himeko an uneasy feeling and make yoy cry the first time you saw it while saying "your sorry"........they may never know that your loved by not just them but beings of elemental and universal divinity.....maybe one day you'll meet all of them you are the great unifier after all
WOWIE
This is a big brain moment here
This is amazing
Also I think I accidentally altered it a bit- while I was writing- I was rereading it and just noticed that, so I am sorry 🙇
You had all three games installed. You played all of them. Everytime you saw a reference to the previous game, you either squealed of happiness, either cried if sadness.
They all saw you as their Aeon. Aeon of Unity. At some point it is true, as they exist ONLY on your device. Only on your account. Nowhere else. Whatever you do with them, will be there permanently. You can kill them, by deleting your game. You have all 3 games. All the universes. You "unite" them all. So, in a way, what they call you is not a lie.
You gave them life when you downloaded the game.
When you first installed Honkai Impact, you didn't expect Honkai to do...all that. Then you payed Genshin. All that amde you feel sad. Considering they all are alive (well...not exactly-) you can't help but feel sympathy towards them.
You gave them your everything, your love and affection. You did truly love them. At some point, you couldn't continue helping them out. No matter what you do, new "bosses" and enemies get in. They get injured, they die, they revive, and the cycle continues. No. That's not what you want. You want them to be free. To be happy..
So you did what you thought was best. You decided to free them from this "nightmare".
You deleted this games
You did regret it, you felt bad, but.. You reassured yourself that it was for the better.
Plus, now that they're.."dead". When you tried downloading again...they were just a bunch of codes. They weren't themselves anymore. They were not aware.
"I'm so sorry"
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Later, new game came out.
Honkai: star rail
You downloaded it.
They became aware aswell..simialrily to previous game.
The guilt of.."killing" their other counterparts..or their other selves was eating you away. They WERE alive. And you had "unalived" them.
So you promised yourself to not repeat this mistake again. This time, you will talk to them and explain your worries. They could help you, while you help them.
You don't need to worry about them dying anymore, as your healers, Bailu and Natasha have the best healing light cones and artifacts. You don't need to worry about damage aswell.
You don't need to worry about them dying because of a string enemy. You can easily ascend them, because you always have resources now.
If in the past you never talked about this and tried to farm it all by yourself..now
Now, that you talk to them about it.. they help you out with it.
You need credits to ascend something? All donated to you.
You want another character? The crystals are donated aswell, while during the ten pull you get to E6 them. You get their light cones. And 4* are coming in aswell.
You need materials? Silvermane guards are doing it for you, and your characters are doing it aswell!
You make them all strong. You make sure they're able to defend themselves in a fight, while staying at full health.
You've seen video of a person who defeated Kafka without even giving her a single turn? Yeah that's how the fights go without you. While you're here, the game doesn't always let them do that (meme teams are best trust me-)
Oh, the SU is too hard? Dw they got you!
You grace them with your presence, you make them healthy, you make them strong, you CARE about them. You LOVE them
So all they ask of you is your eternal love and attention. Though, you already give it to them.
Sometimes, they hear you crying behind..whatever separates your..worlds
You say sorry, when you look at strange glider. Or a broken claymore. Some feel stable emotions looking at it. (Welt and Himeko)
When Traiblazer hears a strange female noise coming from nowhere saying "Let's explore this area later" you laugh..and cry a bit?
You laugh, and it flutters Trailbazer's heart!
But when you cried? They were confused. Didn't you laugh a moment ago?
Anyways, they're bathing in your attention and affection. They will give you their everything, just ask them!!
Ah, how they wish you came to their world!
Well, it's not a problem anyways..Herta and Aeons found a way to bring you here..
for now, you will see them when you're asleep. For them, you're in SU, but to you..you're just dreaming..right?
They never keep a secret from you, but.. no
This isn't a secret..this is a surprise! You will be happy aren't you oh dear Aeon?
Soon, you will finally be united with them.
Meanwhile the..other worlds..
They are not exactly "dead", since they were never quite "alive" to begin with
They're stuck in some void...
They've seen your attempts to come back to them, and they're grateful for it. They know your reason for..."killing" them
And right now, they're trying to find a way to contact you..you seem to be moving on from them, focusing on other world. Oh nononono...
That's not how it supposed to be..focus on ALL of them..
It seems they need to pay hsr a little visit... hopefully, you will smile at them the way you always used to
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Our pure-hearted, all-loving hero... he can be a little brat (especially back in OS/early in his journey, when he was much more of a hot-blooded boy hero), but his heart's worth its weight in solid gold and he grows into such a kind, patient character with strong ideals, which is why Hero of Ideals suits him best (even the movie manga opted to adapt that version of the movie, rather than the one where Ash is Hero of Truth, and expanded on it!)
[I hope you have "long post" and "image heavy" muted if you need to, because this post's a doozy and given tumblr, if my blog's ever deleted, posts with read mores will be rendered inaccessible forever, so I don't like to make them!]
A lot of people complained about how young Ash looked in BW! (and complained even more about Sun & Moon's very divisive art style... and we wound up seeing great growth for his love of a whole region, and achieved a goal integral to achieving his dreams), but from the first episode of BW!, my first impression was of how mature and calm Ash is with Iris and Trip in regards to their initially abrasive and varingly aloof personalities.
Iris was friendlier and more excitable, more childlike, but Ash took her barbs in stride and patiently waited for her to open up about her dreams (she keeps it secret in the first episode, using that cute, childish word "naisho" instead of saying it's a secret "himitsu"--the same childish word she uses when asked about what Kairyuu/Dragonite told her in their reunion episode) and background (we don't know she ran away from the academy or what her hometown was like until season 2!)
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The way Ash handled Tory (who was a traumatized, younger child--and Ash wanted to fight him at first, before understanding him!), Lucario (also traumatized, insulted Ash and Pikachu's bond--Ash fought him and fell off a hill, wrestling with him, before he saw Lucario's memory of being "abandoned" and broke down in tears, apologizing for what he said when he didn't know anything...), Chimchar (a traumatized Pokemon, Ash was patient, kind, and loving to him, even when he lashed out while out of control due to Blaze, which he previously could only use to save his life...), etc., is very different from how he handled Iris (who was bullied subtly by being completely ostracized, no one would sit or eat or play with her at the academy, she was so depressed, she stopped eating--this is canon and not lingered on, but she plainly says it and that her dorm mother making her food that would remind her of home, just berries skewered on a stick, "saved her") and even Trip.
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(By the way, Ash apologizing to Lucario, in tears of regret over what he said to Lucario when he didn't understand him is when I first started to truly love and respect Ash's character and growth! Before that, I really was only a big fan of the TRio.)
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By contrast to those rockier beginnings with other kids, Ash was patient and encouraging with Trip, even while Trip purposefully kept him and everyone else (even his Pokemon who loved him, as Alder said...) at bay and rejected all his attempts at friendship, before he got the answers he needed from Alder and slowly stopped shutting others out. He had every right to lash out at Trip for making fun of him, but kept trying to befriend him and showed interest in his journey and growth.
(Trip was also his youngest main rival at that point, even if he is a very book-smart child prodigy type who was an excellent battler from the start, he still fell apart in front of unexpected, unorthodox techniques like Bell/Bianca and Satoshi/Ash's out-of-the-box strategies.)
Naturally, there's also his very patient and encouraging bond with Lillie, who also had her trauma-induced fear of Pokemon (much like Tory!) and dissociative amnesia, the early loss of her father in infancy, and the distance between her and her mother (too wrapped-up in work and her obsession with Ultra Beasts to notice her own child's trauma and falling behind her peers...) to overcome, but the focus of this post is BW! I already write a lot about Lillie, she's another favourite of mine. <3
It's worth noting, too, that Pikachu was Ash's first "problem Pokemon"... even if it's usually the Fire types who are traumatized, Pikachu has abandonment issues like Chimchar and Tepig did. Pikachu famously hates being inside a pokeball and Ash always repesects this boundary and becomes very, very upset in XY when he believed Pikachu was forced into a pokeball... the pokeball factory episode was, otherwise, a very light-hearted episode, but Pikachu's boundaries and possible trauma is taken seriously.
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This scene mirrors a similar breakdown Alain has when he finds out all he's done, under the impression he was protecting his loved ones, was aiding Lysandre's genocidal plans... both smash their fists into hard surfaces, blaming themselves for failing to protect loved ones.
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In a very early Kanto episode, Sparks Fly for Magnemite, we learn Pikachu has abandonment issues so bad, he doesn't want to be separated from Ash for even an overnight stay in the Pokemon Center. It seems Pikachu (fortunately) quickly become much more secure in his bond with Ash and no longer fears being separated for medical treatment, but this is very, very sad and telling!
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Although we never delve very deeply into that for most of the series... (an early magazine scan has Ookido-hakase/Professor Oak theorize Pikachu's previous trainer abandoned it), we were finally given some answers late in series!
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In the AU movie, Pikachu says* his reason for not going into the pokeball: "It's because I always want to be with you." ;O;
... unless this is a dream or hallucination, given Ash is on the verge of unconsciousness when it happens--but if we really want to believe it happened, maybe his latent Aura post-cognition abailities kicked in and he understood Pikachu's feelings, like when Victini slept in his lap, crying, and Ash saw Victini's dream of his past.
As for the main series canon, in the first episode of Pocket Monsters 2019 (Pokemon Journeys), we learn Ash's Pikachu was a lone, possibly orphaned, Pichu, who was briefly raised by a Kangaskhan, carried in her pouch with her child, until he grew too heavy and quietly left at night (without saying goodbye) to live by his own strength, evolving into Pikachu as he did so.
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If Lusamine not taking Lillie's (because they're irrational or not logical) feelings seriously gave her a complex where she always needed to claim her stances are "logical" even when they're based in emotion... I wonder what it tells us that "child prodigy" Trip defaulting to blaming his loss to Alder on him doing something wrong or being inherently lacking ("What did I do wrong? What do I lack?"), because he doesn't ever consider a simple difference in experience is all it is... that Alder's many years of wisdom and Pokemon training give him an advantage over rookie trainer Trip, who's shown to be averse to being called a "child" (Iris ropes him into battling Ash twice by calling him a kid), because he always has to prove he's an adult. He thinks there's something inherently "lacking" in him or "wrong" about his method if he doesn't achieve.
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All of that is canon, but if you further analyze his character, Trip has a superiority complex, which is very often a defense mechanism to mask feelings of inferiority. He canonically places a lot of worth in the image he projects and constantly puts down others. Add that to being a child prodigy and his preoccupation with proving he's an adult (but doesn't bat an eyelid at someone calling him "unjust" for his violent methods in the Venipede episode, like he's already accepted being a terrible person, because he thinks striving for peace like idealistic Ash is "naive"--Trip has a very cynical view of adults, yet thinks of himself as such...)
Trip only cares to be seen as strong and mature, not good (he's not even surprised to be called bad, he's already accepted it, he doesn't care), and if he fails, he blames his lack of knowledge or his inherent nature as lacking.
Because his self-worth is in being a genius and being better than the rest, so he seeks outside validation, namely Alder's, who Trip behaves so jealously about, Alder canonically compares him to a fickle-hearted woman (well, he messes up the phrase 'Onna-gokoro to haru no sora.' "A woman's heart is as fickle as the sky of spring" because he was hitting on Junsa-san/Officer Jenny earlier, so he says "fickle as Junsa-san"... Freudian slip. ^^;;;;)
Trip, when asked what he was battling for, what he wanted to prove... he said it was to prove his strength to Alder.
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That's all he wanted! To prove his strength and be acknowledged by his hero. Alder even asks him if he likes him. Adeku frankly asks it in the Japanese version, but the dub dances around with "do you have any admiration for a man such as myself"--which Trip doesn't answer verbally, although he really doesn't have to, because the scene makes it clear and is a lens that clarifies all his past behaviour.
That's all Trip wants: love and acknowledgement. Which he believed he could only get by becoming stronger, smarter, and more mature as fast as possible, likely taking Alder's to be some stronger and grow up quickly too literally, as head animator Iwane said, Shootie was just "a little too grown-up."
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It takes a long, long time for Trip to unlearn prioritizing battles over anything else and to embrace childhood (which hey, is one of the main themes of BW!), because it's a precious time which we can never return to... so, Alder's current idealogy is to enjoy life, make friends, love Pokemon, and not dwell on the past. Ash's approach to being a Pokemon Champion and Master is the same.
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Alder's introductory episode made it very clear he and Ash are very, very similar characters... and we see this again in Journeys, in the kind of advice Champion Ash gives younger kids. Ash and Alder have a similar wisdom they'd like to impart, I know, it's funny calling Ash wise, but he has high emotional intelligence and is incredibly wise in that respect for his age... it took Alder many, many long years to arrive at the same conclusion Ash reached.
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Ash's Japanese name, Satoshi, means "Wisdom." (Another cute detail: Ash's little brother, Lei, whose Hawaiian name means a "Garland of Flowers-- in Japanese, would be pronounced as Rei, which also means "Wisdom." Lei likely has a name chosen to have meaning in both Hawaiian and Japanese. ^^)
Bonus shout-out to Ash, Iris, and Cilan all protecting Keldeo until he finds the courage to face his fears, correct his mistakes, and save his friends...
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Ash is a very good friend, AG, DP, and BW! are all part of his development into the kinder character he became today. Some people might miss how rude he was to his friends in OS, but he can still playfully dish it out, he's just calmer and more sure of himself, so less likely to sweat the small stuff and recognizes when someone, whether Pokemon or trainer, just needs time and patience.
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hi alie! how are you? i was wondering if you could explain, or link a tutorial that does, how you did the first gif and the checkmarks on this (/post/713604672591659008/pscentral-event-14-your-url-insp) beautiful gifset please?
hello!! i'm good, thank youuuu ♡ and yeah, sure i can! i didn't follow any tutorial for this gifset, so i'm gonna try to explain my process as best as i can.
the first gif is fairly easy, it's just a bit time consuming. the second one for the animated checkmark uses some keyframes. i use photoshop cs5, which is rather old, so hopefully my directions still work for more recent ps versions!
tutorial for these two gifs under the cut:
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gifs in text
i'm gonna assume you already have basic gifmaking knowledge, so i'm gonna start from this base gif already colored:
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i started by finding a big and very thick font that i liked. for this gifset i used a font called barle. i placed my text the way i wanted it, but i used one text layer per letter, because i wanted one different gif per letter. once i had my 9 text layers placed, it looked like this:
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then, you need to create a group with a layer mask for each letter. for this, i simply hold the ctrl/command key and click on the letter layer's thumbnail. it will create a selection of the letter.
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with this selection on, i click on the folder button to create a new group, then on the add layer mask button. it will create a group with your letter where you can put anothet gif in.
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then you just need to rinse and repeat for every letter.
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once you have all of your letter groups done, you can select all of the text layers and put them in another group. we'll use these layers again later.
then you just need to bring your second gif onto this canvas and put it in the right group/folder. i usually just bring a smart object gif onto my main canva, slide it in the right folder, then resize, sharpen, and color the second gif in there.
you can just drag this layer once it's inside the group to position it the way you need it. and also use ctrl+T to resize it (drag the corners while holding shift to keep the right propertions). once the gif is positioned, you can go ahead and disable the E text layer you used to create the mask (but don't delete it!). i kept the coloring very minimal since it's a black and white gif, and the layers should look like that:
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and this is the gif so far with the first E done:
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then you just need to do the same for all other letters, pretty straight forward! for the first D letter, i wanted eddie's face to show instead of using a different gif, so i simply put a black and white layer in that D group. my gif looks like that at this point:
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then what's missing is the outline, and it's pretty easy to make. go back to the text layers you created at the beginning. enable them all, and make sure they are on top of everything else. double click on that first text layer to bring in the layer style options, and add a 1px stroke with the color and blending mode you want. I went with yellow and the hard light blending mode. these are my settings:
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back to the layers panel, keep the text layer's opacity at 100%, but bring the fill to 0%. this will make online the online show up on the gif.
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to apply this setting to other text layers, you can right click the first text layer and select "copy layer style". then select all of the other layers and right click one of them and go "paste layer style". once all the text layers have their outline it should look like that:
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to move the outline a bit, make sure they are in a group and select this group (i renamed mine "outline"), then just nudge it by a few pixels with the arrows on your keyboard. i transformed the outline group by about 4px left and up on mine. i also duplicated the whole group because i wanted a deeper color for the outline.
and this is my final result!
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animated checkmark
starting with my base gif, i added some animated text and a little box for the checkmark to go in (drew a shape with the rectangle tool and gave it a stroke, the same way i did it for the previous gif):
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for the actual checkmark, you can try to find a brush or shapes to download, but i didn't feel like looking it up lol, so i drew the shape myself with a regular brush that comes baked in with photoshop. the best way to draw a custom shape, in my opinion, is to draw the shape as a layer mask on a color fill layer. that way you can always change the color or add layer styles later (like i did).
so on my canvas, on top of everything, i created a color fill layer (layer > new fill layer > solid color) with whatever color i wanted (you can change this later if you need). you will get a new color fill layer, with a layer mask already attached to it. i put this layer at 75% opacity so i can see the gif under it and it's easier to draw the shape in the right spot:
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i then selected the layer mask thumbnail and the brush i wanted to use, one of them (not sure i remember which one, sorry haha!):
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with the black color selected, just go ahead and draw a checkmark where you want it on the canva. you can always use the brush in white to erase it and start over with the black color if you're not happy with it. but once you have a checkmark you like, it should look like this:
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now you just gotta invert the mask so the checkmark is colored, to do this just click on the color fill layer mask you just drew on and hit ctrl/command + i. the mask will get inverted and it will look like this:
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then you can add whatever layer style you'd like to the checkmark (and put the layer opacity back to 100% if you want). i added a gradient and a drop shadow to mine, and changed the blending mode from normal to difference to make it match with the text, so now it looks like that:
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animation time! this is where you need to use a bit of keyframes, but i promise it's not complicated.
for this animation i wanted to mimick a checkmark being drawned. when you draw a checkmark, you usually do it in 3 steps right? your startung point, then a line down, and then another line up to the end point. it's what i tried to mimick here.
to animate it that way, you need to draw a shape that will hide the checkmark and then move it around to mimick the drawing animation. to do so, create a new group (i've named mine "checkmark") and add a layer mask to this group. you also need to unlink the mask by clicking on the little chain icon next to the mask thumbnail:
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now the next steps are a bit of trial and error until you get what you want, i'm gonna try to explain it as best as i can (bear with me haha):
1- go to where you want the animation to start, aka where you want the checkmark to start appearing. for me it was a few frames after the start of the gif.
2- then, with a black brush that wasn't too big nor too soft, i brushed a bit over the checkmark to erase it for now (you may have to go back and edit this after the animation is done). no need to do a huge shape, just big enough to cover the checkmark. if you go back to the move tool and click on the mask thumbnail you have just created and click and drag in the canva, you should be able to move the mask around. this is what you want for steps 5 and 7. basically, on your mask thumbnail on the checkmark group, what is brushed in black will erase what's in the group, and the white part will reveal what's in the group. for now just make sure the shape you just drew is covering the checkmark.
3- once the checkmark is hidden, click on the stopwatch icon next to layer mask postion to start the animation. this will automatically create a keyframe where your cursor is on the timeline (the yellow diamond)
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4- once your starting point is done, you want to go a bit further on the timeline with your cursor.
5- then move the mask shape so it reveals just the smallest part of the checkmark (make sure you click the checkmark group mask thumbnail first before moving the mask). once you move the mask with the move tool, a new keyframe will automatically appear where your cursor is on the timeline (another diamond). make sure you drag the shape down the checkmark to mimick it being drawn.
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6- go a bit further again on the timeline, where you want the animation to end.
7- and move the shape again to reveal the checkmark (make sure you click the group mask thumbnail first before moving the shape). again, a third keyframe will be automatically created. i dragged the shape up from the bottom of the checkmark to mimick the drawing of the checkmark.
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your animation should be done here after these 2 movements, so play it in a loop and see if you are satisfied with the animation you have created. if you don't like it you have options:
you can go back to the group layer mask and edit it with the black or white brush;
you can also go back to each keyframe by positiong your cursor over it and move the mask around in a different way;
and you can select the keyframes (yellow diamonds) and move them around on the timeline. if you push the keyframes closer together, the animation will be faster, and if you space them out more, the animation will take longer. it's up to you!
this animation thing is really just trial and error. you could probably do the same animation with a checkmark you find online, as long as the image file is in a group and the animated mask is applied to the group. and don't forget to unlink the mask before animating a movement or it won't work properly!
and this is what my animation looks like:
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that's about it, i hope that was clear enough omg. never realized how hard it is to explain these things in english lol. let me know if you have any questions! ♡
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random-and-average · 9 months
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Can you do yandere Miguel x gn reader who has sans ability? I'm talking about that reader that has sans ability. They can teleport, they can summon a gaster blaster and something else! If you don't know sans. U can search them in Google, "sans undertale ability". You can make the reader be okay with Miguel kidnapping them or something. The reader doesn't have to look like sans or anything. Ignore this if u don't take request
I kinda take requests? As of now, I don't have any clear and defined will do's and will not's (plus, I have to figure out what fandoms I can write for since I usually don't engage with the source material directly and instead watch videos and research about it), so I don't want to claim that I take requests and inadvertently upset some people. Any requests I take will have to be judged on a case-by-case basis. Though your request is fine!
Also, sorry if advance if this isn't exactly what you wanted. After writing this whole thing, I realized that the reader's powers weren't a big part of the "headcanon," but I didn't have the heart to delete all of it :')
Yandere Miguel O'Hara x G/N Sans-like!S/O
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Content Warning(s): unwilling imprisonment, kidnapping, Miguel pushing his subordinates around, Miguel snapping, Google Translate Spanish, possibly OOC Miguel, cringe writing, cringe dialogue, bastardization of Sans's powers
Handy Background Info
In this situation, I'd imagine you possessing hyper-cosmic awareness (being aware of different timelines and universes beyond your own as well as what goes on in them, though your powers are stronger than Sans's in this regard 'cause I like a nigh omniscient reader), time stopping abilities (because I personally believe that Sans doesn't teleport but rather stops time), and determination construct creation powers (essentially, you can create whatever you please, such as gaster blasters, via your determination)
Everyone in your universe has the ability to construct things based on the determination they have; however, your other two abilities are unique to you due to... very, very interesting reasons ☺
(In fact, the Spider-Man of your universe utilizes his determination to create his webs)
Since it'd be such a shame to only take Sans's powers, you also possess some of his signature traits—his permanent smile, though in your case it's more out of choice rather than something you were born with, and his chill nature
"Headcanon" Territory
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You were brought back to HQ after you were accidentally sent to another universe
However, you weren't scared; you didn't even bat an eye
You simply accepted it for what it was, even the pain that came with "glitching"
But this was the first time you've ever been in this situation, which was suspicious
Naturally, you get questioned, and unnaturally, you acquiesce with the demands of (basically) your kidnappers
Miguel... doesn't know how to react to you, really
One could even say that he's annoyed by you to a degree
You're unwaveringly calm in situations you shouldn't be; though, you just claim that you're tired
Based on the Spider-Man of your universe, you have the power to resist, yet you don't
You have knowledge of his universe as well as others beyond your own (which is concerning on its own), but you don't do anything with it
Ultimately, Miguel comes to the conclusion that you must stay at HQ for a while in order to observe you
"Have they just been napping the whole time?" Jess questions as she watches your serene, sleeping form from the other side of the one-way mirror. Contrary to the purposefully nerve-inducing nature of the interrogation room, you were comfortable enough to be fall into a vulnerable state on your own volition. Many had been in that same spot you were currently in, but none have reacted like you.
"It seems so," Lyla answered. "They were even found just napping on a park bench in Earth-445761."
"And there isn't anything unusual about them outside of their apparent apathy?"
"It'd be better to list how they weren't unusual."
"How lovely..."
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II
From that point onwards, Miguel interrogates (or, more accurately, intimidates) you almost every other day
Expectedly, he doesn't get much out of you, much to his chagrin
"Anomaly, you aren't ever going to be able to return home if you don't answer honestly."
"and i am. frankly, i don't know what you find so spin-teresting about me."
"You little..."
At some point, he changes his approach since intimidating you obviously gets him nowhere
You're given your own (heavily monitored) room on HQ to stay at indefinitely
You're also not allowed to leave said room unless he supervises you
That doesn't really stop you from seemingly teleporting out of your room
You give the man gray hairs anytime you suddenly appear in the canteen or recreational area
At one point, you're in your room playing an indie role-playing game about monsters
The next, you're enjoying a good ol' hamburger and fries with the other Spider-People
And then, you appear back in your room with a purple donut and cider
"Lyla! Hurry up! What if the anomaly escaped to another universe!?"
"Give me a second! And... aha! Found them! Wait a minute..."
"What? What did you find?!"
"They're in the canteen? From the looks of it, they're just eating some fries. Eugh, with too much ketchup at that."
"Te cae?" (Are you serious?)
"See for yourself if you don't believe me. Which you should, because when have I ever lied?"
It doesn't help that he knows you can give your determination physical form, yet you never do so
For the sake of his own sanity, he chalks it up to you lacking determination
It would make sense considering your apathy
Frequently, Miguel drops by, typically around breakfast or lunch, and engages in conversation with you
However, they're mostly focused on your abilities and what life was like at home in order for you to let some info slip
Initially, your conversations are just him asking you questions; this time, in a non-threatening and genuinely interested manner
And you do tell him details of your personal life, though nothing indicates that you're part of an organization that also harnessed the power of interdimensional travel and knowledge
It's noticeable that you steer away from any emotionally heavy topics, but Miguel doesn't pry in understanding
He, himself, has let some info slip as well
As ashamed as he is to admit it, the more he talks with you, the more his fondness for you grows
Poor Miguel
The man has no one to talk to on a personal level, so whether he knows it or not, he cherishes every conversation he has with you
You don't judge him, nor do you promise things that you can't guarantee; you simply listen
It takes a while, but you eventually become his only friend and confidant
Following the recollection of his daughter's final moments, soft, restrained sniffles came from Miguel—sniffles that sounded louder than they actually were due to the absolute silence of your living space. The towering man hunched over the small dining table, obscuring his face from your vision. His body trembled, and the tea on the table shook alongside him. Compared to how he usually looked, he looked smaller this way; the vast sorrow of his memories reduced this man into a helpless spider.
"Perdóname," the man sniffed. "This behavior is unbecoming of me."
"is it?"
"Yes. As the leader, it is my responsibility to not let emotions get the better of me. Emotions lead to a clouded judgement, and clouded judgement leads to sloppy work."
"but you aren't doing any work right now," you pointed out before taking another sip of tea. It was surprisingly sweet despite the lack of any added sugar or sweeteners. If you focused on it enough, you could swear it tasted a bit like chocolate. "you are just having a conversation with me. unless this counts as work for you?"
Miguel's eyes widen in disbelief at your rational response. He had never thought you were capable of being this logical, especially with how you were carefree you were the majority of the time.
"No. No, this doesn't count as work for me."
"that's good. i was going to leave if that was the case."
Neither of you said anything else and instead enjoyed your own tea. Even when Miguel finished his tea, he pretended that there was still some left in his cup in order to avoid saying anything potentially embarrassing. Meanwhile, you continued to drink a tea that never seemed to run out. How did you do that? He supposed it was another mystery of yours.
Eventually, Miguel knew he couldn't up the farce anymore, so he asked, "Did you not mind my... moment of weakness earlier?"
He didn't know if he was hyperfocused out of nervousness, but he observed every small detail of yours as you placed your tea cup back on the table. There wasn't a falter in your stoic expression, and your movements were relaxed and smooth. Your eyes parted from your drink and moved to look at Miguel's brown ones. It was then that he noticed that the beverage in your cup wasn't the red-orange color of the tea but a chocolate drink with a few small marshmallows in it.
(He didn't even see you move to change your drink. Was his memory failing him? Or do you have some power that allows you to do this?)
"not really. it's normal to experience some sadness when thinking about the loss of a loved one."
You brought the cup back up to your lips to blow on the steaming beverage before taking a sip. The rich sweetness of the hot chocolate got a soft, satisfied hum out of you.
"besides, what would come out of me judging you? it is what it is."
There it was, your carefree attitude. Usually, this aspect of you frustrated him, but in this situation, he couldn't help but feel relieved that it made an appearance. With a tranquil slowly growing on his face, Miguel's body relaxed and lost its tension.
"You have a point."
"do you finally tea my point of view?"
"That... was a really bad pun."
"don't be so chai. i know you love my quali-tea puns."
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III
After several interrogations and conversations, even Miguel has to admit that you're just an innocent civilian
Albeit an odd one
You're given more privileges now, such as being able to explore HQ and go outside (though you need an escort for the latter)
Like always, Miguel always seeks you out first
He still eats his lunch and breakfast with you while engaging in conversation; as of late, they're about random topics instead of being focused on your history
But now, he also brings you places to hang out during his free time
(He struggles with discerning what you like, so he totally goes to Lyla and Jess for help, discreetly)
There's also the added bonus of him opening up to you more
Outside of work, you're his emotional support friend
Once he does find out what you like, you can guarantee that he'll always bring you out to your favorite places
He may even bring you to your favorite universes if he has the time
Ensures your living space is your personal heaven, as a friend obviously
You have the best bed, blankets, pillows, etc.
Pleads with you to not disappear and reappear without telling him
Don't you see if gives him a heart attack?
Occasionally tests your character so that he has a better idea of what you're like
For instance, he'll "accidentally" give you the chance to cause chaos just to see how you'd react
He trusts you! Don't misunderstand him
You may just be an innocent civilian, but he has the need to know you extremely well
Blame your anomalously chill and laid-back personality
He would be more protective of you, had he not witnessed first hand that you could clearly take care of yourself
(The lack of remains from a rogue anomaly after they got vaporized by strange skull-shaped blasters is a testament to that)
"Y/N, what did you to the anomaly?"
"i gave them a bad time."
As a result, he lets you fight your own battles if need be
But that doesn't stop him from fretting over you before, during, and after each one
Doesn't need to watch over you 24/7 like he would if you were anyone else, considering you're pretty lazy
(He definitely humble brags about the fact that he knows the most about you compared to your other friends)
You're allowed to have other friends than him
Just know that he's your best friend
Jess is honestly happy for him
You're his first friend!
Be honored(?)
While quickly brushing his hair down in order to not give off the impression that he rushed straight from work, Miguel approached the restaurant you suggested you two could eat at for dinner. As expected, you were waiting at the entrance for him. Your eyes lit up in acknowledgement once you spotted the man's signature blue suit.
"ah, miguel, you made it. thought you'd be late."
"I would never be late for a meet up with a friend. Who do you take me for?"
It was a lighthearted question with no deeper meaning, but the way you stared at him and hummed in reply made it seem as if you knew something he didn't. For just a moment, you looked like someone wise beyond your years; your eyes held a knowledge that he couldn't discern for the life of him.
Miguel had a feeling that this wasn't going to be an ordinary dinner.
"we should head inside. i'm sure you're hungry."
The two of you headed inside the suspiciously empty restaurant and seated yourselves in the center of the dining area. A waiter appeared a few minutes later to provide glasses of water without asking what beverages the two of you preferred, and he left immediately after with a quick, nigh unnoticeable glance in your direction.
The entire restaurant was quiet with no words or actions being exchanged. After your stare earlier, Miguel was too uncomfortable to say anything, and you seemed content with not talking.
But to ease the awkward silence, you opened with a conversation starter, "so, how was work today?"
"Busy," Miguel replied tersely. The atmosphere felt too uneasy to talk in a casual manner. "The anomaly today put up a bit of a fight."
"makes sense." You paused for a minute, like you were considering and weighing your next words. However, based on the small minute changes of the ever-present smile on your face, you weren't considering them for your sake, but rather for his.
"any iteration of venom would be difficult to defeat."
His eyes widened. Last time he checked, you were in your room the entire day, and no one who knew of the mission talked to you yet. There was no way that you could've known that the anomaly was related to Venom. Suddenly, the mood became more serious than it already was.
"Yes."
"..."
"..."
"that's it? just 'yes?' no questions whatsoever."
Wary of your next actions, he waited for you to make the next move and didn't say a thing until you did. His obvious plan drew a sigh out of you.
How boring.
"i suppose i'll get to the point if you plan on being so guarded: if i am to stay with you without putting up a fight, then there's gonna have to be some changes. it's the least you could do for attempting to keep me away from my home dimension, as futile as that may be.
"and don't think that i am letting you get away with this behavior because i have a soft spot for you. i don't." The smile on your face faltered. (A rare sight to see, Miguel noted with dread. You always had a smile on your face, even if the meaning and authenticity behind it wasn't always the same.) "frankly, you don't deserve it. at best, you play the bystander while you watch your followers mourn over deaths that you could've prevented, and at worst, you actively sabotage their endeavors to stop these deaths."
Your eyes fixated on his, staring and scrutinizing his very soul. "doesn't that make you a murderer in your own right? a serial killer even, seeing as you have done this time and time again. it's also a bit unfair. you got the opportunity to live the future you never had, yet you refuse that same privilege to others?"
"If you truly know these things despite anyone telling you," Miguel shuddered, a phantom weight pressing down on his chest, "then you would know why I did it."
"i do. and i still find it ridiculous. how can you call yourself a fellow scientist if you don't even understand that correlation does not imply causation?
"regardless, i did not go through the effort of organizing this dinner to explain the causes of universes being destroyed. my single demand is that, for as long as i stay here, you become a neutral party when it comes to other spider-people interfering with these 'canon events;' you won't get in their way of changing them, but you won't help them either.
"if you do this one thing, i won't try to escape and will always return to hq. a win for all sides, really. you don't have to worry about me returning to my dimension; i don't have to go through the effort of escaping; and the spider-people unsatisfied with their canon events have the opportunity to overcome the odds."
Miguel mulled over your request. In comparison to him keeping you at HQ against your will and forcing you to comply with his demands, this one request of yours was a laughably small price. However, it would mean that he would have to contradict his own morals. At the same time though, it would spare him and everyone else the headache of any possible escape attempts.
Within several minutes, he made up his mind, but there was one single thing he had to know before he stated his decision.
"Why do you care whether these people are able to prevent their canon events?"
Your eyes flickered with some unexplainable sorrow before returning to their usual impassive state.
"you might have given up on pursuing a better life, but there are some people who don't. and i know from firsthand experience that there's nothing that these people wouldn't do to gain that future they were deprived of. i just don't want to see such a thing to happen again."
With his question answered and curiosity (somewhat) satisfied, Miguel gave you his answer.
Simultaneously, you were made aware of the different response of other Miguels in the timeline.
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IV
Not much changes if he does fall in love with you, to be honest
He kidnaps you from your room and asserts that you are to stay in his room from now on
But you don't care?
Actually, you're just sleeping on his bed (and he can't pry you off of it)
"Cariño?"
"zzzzzz"
"If Mayday can't get them to wake up, I doubt you can, Miguel. Why don't you just let them get some sleep for a bit?"
"If you aren't going to be helpful, I suggest you leave, Peter."
At first, Miguel struggles with the relationship
You're simply too laid-back for him
Yet at the same time, it's always as if he doesn't have a grasp on you
Do you even love him back?
This insecurity pushes him to go off the deep end
He locks you up in his room, which he installed several cameras and recording devices in
He (attempts to) emotionally manipulates you and, had you any dirt in your past, would've blackmailed you
"You're the only one who I can confide in, mi vida. You are the only one who cares about me. I would die without you in my life. Would you really abandon me like this?"
Forces all of his subordinates you return you back to him if they find you away from his room without him nearby
Interrogates you (again) about what you did that day as well as what you think of him
Would use his towering frame to intimidate you, but he knows that intimidating you would only give him a bad time
It all comes to a head when his insecurities about this relationship causes him to snap after months of bottling them up
"Why don't you ever love me?! I would do anything for you; I would even sacrifice the whole world for you, and you don't even care! Do I really mean anything to you? Answer me!"
(How he snaps out his rage is up to your interpretation)
After that incident, Miguel would become extremely clingy (for you only)
He wants you beside him always and will occasionally hug/cuddle with you without notice
Any moment away from you causes him to go into a frenzy and search for you
If you wanted to go somewhere, why didn't you just tell him?!
Day or night; rain or shine, he'll put aside what he's doing to go with you somewhere
"miguel."
"Yes, mi amor?"
"there's a cute pomeranian over there. it's been staring at me for a while now, so i'm going to go pet it."
"Hold on. Let me go with you."
"What? Miguel, we're kinda in the middle of a meeting right now. You can't just leave midway!"
"We can talk about this later."
"Where'd that dog even come from?"
Eventually, after you were pestered by many Spider-People begging you to tell Miguel to tone it down, you had a talk with him
(After some much needed communication, the poor man breaks into tears of relief and cuddles with you for the entire day)
(Miguel uses Cuddle! ... It's super effective! You are now inflicted with SLEEP!)
From that point on, he starts to get used to you and compromises with you
The majority of the cameras in your shared room has been removed, though there's still one at the door
Doesn't intentionally manipulate you anymore
You're allowed to go wherever you want without needing him around, but you have to text him wherever you're going
Still insists you tell him how your day went
Miguel takes the time and effort (or lack thereof) to enjoy your hobbies
Though, he does occasionally have you join him in his own, admittedly few, hobbies as well
He's just prefers doing things you like rather than things he likes since he has so few
With your influence, he starts to become noticeably more chill
He may even develop hobbies and interests of his own outside of you
(Intentionally or not, you actually somewhat succeeded in an "I can fix him" approach!)
"Hey, Miguel! Would you mind babysitting Mayday for a- Hold on, are you knitting?"
"What of it?"
Overall, he becomes more comfortable in your relationship
In fact, your relationship with him starts to resemble a normal one to an extent
At night, you're not allowed to go anywhere, no exceptions
Yes, after you two hugged it out, Miguel demands cuddles every night
He's so comfortable around you that he lets himself be needy for once
Whenever someone is hitting on you, he not so subtly glares at them and asks if you'd like to take a nap in his arms
Following that, he implements "training" sessions wherein he "spars" with anyone who wrongs you
He knows you can handle yourself
He just needs to discipline those who think they can go against you in your stead since you won't
Simply put, his yandere tendencies towards you are significantly dialed down, but as a result, they're more focused towards others
After all, Miguel knows you're too lazy (and he means that in an endearing way, really) to oppose his love
So that means any interference comes from outsiders
It was pure silent in the room. The only thing Miguel could feel was the hard floor against his back and the slight chill of the air. He was suddenly very aware of how still his body was as it had not moved even an inch for a while now. His eyes had nothing else to stare at except the white ceiling of your shared room.
Just a few minutes ago, Miguel asked if he could join you in one of your hobbies. It had been a busy day, and he wanted to destress with you. Of course, you obliged before laying down on the floor and asking you join him.
Initially, he thought this was a preparation step for what you two were going to do, but you had been on the floor for what seemed to be more than 5 minutes.
"Cariño, what are we doing?"
"..."
"Cariño?"
Miguel lifted his upper body to see if you were okay. To his relief, you were. Your eyes were closed, but it was clear that you weren't sleeping since your chest rose and fell at a normal rate. It looked as if you were in an untouchable state of tranquility.
With nothing else to do, he got back into position and continued laying there. Eventually, he got bored of the plain white ceiling and closed his eyes.
After a couple of minutes of more silence, Miguel started to feel his surroundings change. It was like he had drifted off into the cosmos with only you by his side. He could even see the multitude of galaxies and stars pass you by.
He could see why you liked doing this.
(And he hoped that he can do it again with you in the future.)
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Good Omens, staying skeptical, and the mystery and the lie at the heart of Gravity Falls
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-Neil Gaiman, 29 June 2023
I recently came across this post by @apathetic-revenant, which goes into extensive detail about a whole secret meta lie generated by Alex Hirsch, creator and head writer of Gravity Falls, midway through the show.
It went like this: the show was very focused on mysteries, codes, ciphers, etc, and early on a character discovered a mysterious journal with an unknown author, and this drove the plot. There were clues placed in the show so that people could solve the journal author's identity, or more probably so that it would all make sense in hindsight after the big reveal. However, the show ended up with a larger-than-expected fandom who started organizing online in a way the creators hadn't expected or planned for, and they were worried everyone would collectively solve the mystery too easily, too soon, and the suspense and appeal of the story gradually unfolding would be lost.
So they took a fake BTS photo that appeared to reveal the journal's author and "leaked" it online. To give it credibility, the show's creator posted "Fuming right now" and then deleted the post soon after, once they were certain it had been seen and screenshots taken. The Gravity Falls fandom then stopped trying to solve the mystery, as they believed the answer had already been revealed. It was a solution "targeted toward delaying that group problem-solving, without actually affecting the experience of any individual person watching the show."
Ok, Good Omens fandom. Are we Gravity Falls all over again? Are we also experiencing meta lies?
Is it possible that Amazon's marketing department has just released a new promotional video about Aziraphale & Crowley's "timeline of interconnectedness" (discussions here and here ) where they honestly:
got several of those timeline dates wrong, including labeling the entirety of seasons 1 and 2 as belonging to the same year?
mixed all the season 1 and 2 clips together so they're completely interconnected and out of the order they were presented to us so far?
didn't consult with Neil Gaiman for even a moment to be sure they had their facts straight? (Or literally anyone else who's spent years working on it? Or even someone who has just watched it once while paying attention?)
didn't understand the way most series tell a story by moving through time in a realistic linear fashion?
When Neil said today that "time is fine" in response to questions about the timeline of interconnectedness video, was he trying to misdirect the fandom away from the mystery that's clearly hidden throughout both seasons (and especially season 2)?
The Good Place seems suddenly more relevant than I'd imagined:
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Neil has told us that his Tumblr posts aren't canon. He's also said:
"Never trust the storyteller. Only trust the story."
"Writers are liars, my dear, surely you know that by now? And yet, things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot." -Both quotes are from The Sandman [link]
So here's my plea to whichever part of the fandom might read this: Stay Skeptical. It's wonderful to talk to Neil about his characters, the worlds he's created, his writing process, his views on world events, his sense of humor, his kindness, his compassion and empathy, and his good advice & encouragement for the entire range of the human experience. I respect him very much, and I'm thrilled he's here on social media talking to all of us. (Except he doesn't have social media, obviously. He's like Schrödinger's Social Media Neil-cat.)
I'm looking forward to all the surprises I'm certain are in store for us (and Aziraphale and Crowley) in Good Omens season 3. I trust Neil (and Terry!) to deliver our beloved characters to a very satisfying ending. But I don't trust Neil to honestly answer all of our questions on social media - and neither should you.
Especially not when he's already blamed obvious season 2 changes to the Bentley on the "lighting" (as just one example).
With lots of thanks to the members of the @ineffable-detective-agency - including @bbbitchvibbbez, @kimberleyjean, @maufungi, @noneorother, @theastrophysicistnextdoor, and @thebluestgreen for all their excellent fact-checking, ideas, and discussions!
Interested in diving further into all the Good Omens mysteries? I have more posts plus Clues and metas from all over the fandom, here.
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kyokikia · 3 months
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A little more of you for a little more cash?
Pairings ; Portgas D. Ace × fem!reader
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Type ; romantic, fluff
Warnings ; reader is wearing the same kind of outfit as nami, so like very much revealing but vivi did say that it's the kind of outfit that the dancers wear, and reader is a dancer, soo also reader is portrayed to be extremely beautiful! Ace is really ooc, use of y/n
Summary ; You're a solo dancer who performs mainly in the village of Nanohana (the city where Ace and Luffy reunited, but this takes place like a day before that) and Ace sees you and immediately you catch his eye, and he decided to leave you a heavy tip for your beautiful dance, and also plans to give you more in exchange to have some time with you.
Oh my lord im so stupid 😭 i accidentally deleted the request ask and it was an anon ask 😞 i hope whoever requested this sees it! I also apologize for taking so long with sending out requests, im on vacation in another country right now, and i'm also trying to catch up on one piece!
You moved around, gracefully dancing along with the music, as the fabric of your skirt and overtop fabric moved along with you, swooshing around as you did. You were a dancer who lived an honestly simple life in the city of Nanohana, Alabasta. And honestly, you wouldn't necessarily mind leaving the town.
Your profession as a dancer honestly had you content, dancing to beautiful songs was so fun, and you tried your best not to have to dance the same songs over and over again, with you always practicing new songs in the comfort of the home where you lived by yourself.
You also got a lot of tips from the dancing, being extremely beautiful in the eye of others, always having a big group of tourists and locals watching you with a smile on their faces, which in that moment, you were dancing to the music of one of your favorite songs.
A group of people were watching you, as always, including this really hot black haired guy who had an orange cowboy hat adorned with blue circle faces and red beading, the same red beading being wrapped around his neck, along with another necklace. He had a black coat with red flames along the ends, and the coat was open and you could tell he had no shirt underneath, with black shorts and a belt with the initial 'A' on it.
You were trying to sneak glances at the guy, and from what you could tell you could see him focusing on you and only you. And you honestly got flustered from it. As always, you did your best with the dance, but trying to make it a little more pretty and graceful just for the really handsome guy. As you finished up the dance, you, as always, got a round of applause and everyone started leaving, well, except for the strangely hot stranger.
You collected the tips with a smile on your face as you counted them, and the small crowd watching you had left, but the guy hadn't yet. You looked over at him, kind of glad he hadn't left yet, and gave him a small wave, with him taking a few steps forward towards you.
"Hello there!" You exclaimed with a warm smile on your face and a small tint of pink on your face, "Did you enjoy the performance?" You asked him as he took some money out of his backpack, "Heya gorgeous, yea I really did!" He replied with a small chuckle, as he gave you quite a heavy load of money, but it didn't seem like he cared really, or maybe it was just a lot of money to you?
You counted the money as your eyes widened, trying to give him back some of the money, "This is far too much!" He smiled at your words, as he refused to take part of the money back, "no way! All i ask in return, is for a little of your time, pretty girl." He requested, with you thinking for a moment then quickly nodding, "Uhm, alright!" You stammered out, not sure what to really say, with him helping you out by asking, "well what's your name, pretty? So i can stop calling you pretty, unless you don't want me to stop." He said with a teasing tone laced in his voice.
"I'm y/n! What about you, what's yours?" You replied, your cheeks still having that pink tint, which became more obvious by the minute, i mean how else were you supposed to react when there was this really hot guy hitting you on and paying you a fuck ton of money just to talk to him? You would gladly talk to him for free though.
"The name is Ace, Portgas D. Ace." He chuckled as he had a smirk in his face, watching your eyes widen as you realized who he is, "F-Fire Fist Ace?" You murmured out, your eyes lighting up, kind of shocked that it was the Fire Fist Ace, out in the flesh, and to which he gave you a cocky nod, but he was hoping you wouldn't run away or something, and luckily for him, you were more interested than ever.
"Really?! That's so cool!" You exclaimed with adoration in your eyes, and you saw as Ace blushed a little bit, not expecting that kind of reaction, "Mhm, right here in the flesh, baby" He smirked, staring at you. You felt so bewildered, the Fire Fist Ace, was interested in you of all people?
"Anyway, gorgeous, I was wondering if you wanna walk around with me, and we could talk some more?" He proposed, offering you some more money, and to which you quickly replied with, "Nonsense! Keep it with you, i'll be more than happy to accept!"
He slightly rolled his eyes and dumped the money into your purse, where you stored all the tip money, before grabbing your hand and started to walk around. "Hey! Ace, wait!" You exclaimed, blushing more at the hand holding, too focused at the fact that he was holding your hand to take out the money he forced into your purse.
"Well, pretty, you agreed to walk around with me, no? So let's walk around, come on!" He snickered, pulling you along with him as he explored the stalls for stuff, "Anything ya want, y/n?" He offered, pulling out some even more money, jeez how rich was this guy? Well you could guess he had a lot of money, given he's a really successful pirate.
"Have you explored all of Nanohana yet?" You asked him, with him responding with a small no, "well, what kind of place do you want to go to?"
"Anywhere is fine, as long as I get to be with you, pretty." He flirted, smirking as a heavier blush creeped up on your face, you gave him a nod and started touring him around Nanohana, talking a lot with him and getting to know him better.
You both found out more and more about each other, you found out that he was in Alabasta because he's hunting for a traitor pirate, and he heard that someone defeated him or something. And he found out some more of your talents, that you could cook and bake a bit, and that life in Nanohana was kind of boring, but you were content with it.
Even though he was a pirate, he was a really nice and polite guy in your opinion. And as much as you tried to stop him, he kept paying for you. You found out that he was just visiting Alabasta for ten days, or possibly less, a frown appearing on your face as he told you that.
"Unless, "After he said that, he noticed the frown on your face as he smiled a small bit, before reaching into his bag yet another time, pulling out some more berry as you raised one of your eyebrows in suspicion, wondering why he was gonna offer to give you more money this time,
"Why not you come with me, y/n?"
Your eyes widened, wondering if he really meant that. "R-Really?" You muttered, with him confirming it with a yes, as you hesitantly declined, "I'm sorry, Ace!" You quietly said, shaking your head as a no, "I wanna go with you, I really do, you're a really nice and funny and handsome guy, but I just—""
You tried to explain, you really did want to go with him, but you didn't wanna be a liability, "I know I'll be a bother, alright? I know you're looking for another pirate right now, and I don't wanna slow you down as well. I wouldn't be too much help either, all i can pretty much do is dance and cook a small bit.. I can't fight, I wouldn't be able to protect myself, it's really dangerous, Ace!" You cried out.
Ace listened to your explanation, a smile on his face as he insisted, "Who said you'll be a bother?" He asked, taking both your hands in his as he made you look at him, dead in the eyes. "I know it'll be dangerous, but I also know you're getting bored with your life here! You don't have to fight or anything, I'm here right? I'll protect you, no matter what!" He declared,
"Your talents are more than enough, y/n. So what if you think all you can do is dance and some other stuff? I just want you to be with me. If you're worrying about food or money or something, i got it all covered, just join me, please y/n?" He asked with a pleading tone, as you thought about it.
Even though you just met Ace that day, you trusted him, and you knew that you'd trust him with your life in the future, and you were considering taking the chance of being with him. Maybe, just maybe, the risk was worth taking, maybe it was worth it, to take the risk to stay with Ace. You sighed as you agreed, "Alright, fine Ace.. I'll go with you" You gave him a warm smile as you watched his eyes light up at your agreement, him giving you a big hug, which you of course reciprocated.
Thank you for reading, finally got the motivation to complete at least one request, sorry the ending was kind of rushed! Hope you enjoyed, and I hope to see you at my next post!
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kanmom51 · 6 months
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Me being a broken record
With everything that went down the past few days, I kind of feel the need to play this on repeat, so I'm going at this from another angle.
JK is not the person people are trying to paint him out to be.
This callous macho sex fiend, that at the moment, even though people keep screaming "well, he might be bi", they are actually only talking about him screwing women. And lots of them. In different places, at different times. He's a fuckboy par excellence.
And those that take that one step further also have him cheating on JM, breakup stories, make up stories, full on fanfics in the making.
I have addressed much of this here:
He also addressed some of this in last night's Stationhead.
And did the whole TikTok post and delete thingy.
I get it.
Well, part of it.
3D kind of shook some people.
It was the very obvious meaning of the song, JK singing on repeat girl, and I think the big big thing here was Jack Harlow's lyrics. I think for many the initial knee jerk reaction was to those lyrics. And I will admit, I had that same knee jerk reaction (to JH's lyrics).
I still don't like them. Whichever way you look at them, they are problematic.
But I came to live with the song, cause it's JK, cause when you listen to it on repeat you just can't get rid of it (🤣), cause I like his performance (yes, including the certain very sexual moves. Hey, I'm no prude), and cause I just tend to listen to the alternative version and when I have the clip running on YT phase out from the rap (cause I just don't like it).
But for many, as I got to discover after this whole shitshow blew up, JK singing girl in a song for which he did not even write the lyrics is all it took to throw away everything people saw and knew about Jikook and JK in behaviour and interactions over the past 10 years. For that.
Forget the y/ns. All they needed and were waiting for was that kind of confirmation. They didn't need anything more than JK saying that one word. The choreo being sexual added, of course. It being sexual either way making no difference. Either way meaning every single move that was considered sexual can be applied to either male or female!!!
Oh, and there was this:
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But you see, this is what actually happened:
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By the by, big deal. Big deal JK does the thrusts in the choreo. Big deal JK did that flicking of the hand. Even if he did it only not to leave Brian hanging, literally. He is an adult, and do I remind that JM did the same in the recording of their Idol MV? Him doing all of this doesn't make him into what people are trying to paint him to be.
So, we were at this point where people that were supposed to have JK's back, in the sense that even if they had doubt the least they could have done was not to continue to spread it, and with every tweet or post add a little more conjecture and assumption, none of it based in facts, didn't. Have his back in the sense of perhaps stepping back for a second and waiting to see where the stones fall, didn't. See if there is a statement, if JK says something, they didn't. There was a clear intent in the timing of these clips and pics. Posting them just after the release of the song and during Chuseok, so it takes time for whoever it is that needs or wants to take action. So it gives time for it to spread. And it did. Not with Karmy. Cause they had JK's back. Not with Chinese army, cause they were fighting the claims for authenticity of the clips, fighting the claims of harassment that were also raised against him. This was a coordinated targeted attack. And instead of having his back, I-army just went with it. Spreading it. Defending the authenticity of it. Yes, there were cries for breach of privacy. All while continuing to spread the clip over sm.
We don't know these young men fully. We also don't know what they do with their time. We get maybe a 0.01% of it now. Before we got more. The early years we got a shit ton. Not everything. But enough to see who they are as human beings. The good and the bad. And NOTHING that we got over the years, and even more so through the maybe somewhat tainted Jikook glasses indicates JK to be that person that he was painted out to be in the past few days.
The man that talked about being with that one person for life. The man that believes in destiny. The man that arranged and paid for a trip for JM to Japan knowing he was struggling at that time, going on that trip with him, doing what JM wanted to do, even when it wasn't necessarily what he would have chosen to have done (remember RM and Jhope's conversation about JM dragging JK around Malta?). The man that made that HUGE statement at RB. We all focus on the ear sucking, but this was way more than that. JK enveloping JM, whispering something in his ear. Kissing his ear. Then sucking it, kissing it again and then comforting him, helping him up and just being by his side. This is the man that fucking tattooed JM's name on his hand for all to see. That tattooed a moon on his shoulder. That tattooed an eclipse on his arm. This is the man that during a LV concert looking at JM, talking to JM, said "I LOVE YOU", out loud, for all of us to hear. And if, by any chance, he wasn't aware the mic was still on for all of us to hear, wouldn't that have been even WAY louder? No realising we are hearing him saying it to JM, that it was meant for his ears only. This is a man that has dedicated almost full lives to JM. Listening to and singing his songs, watching JM content adoringly.
All that and so so much more.
Enter a grainy clip with faces literally white washed, a couple of more either badly edited clips and pics and all is forgotten. JK is the ultimate playboy. Multiple girlfriends (what name wasn't attached to him?).
And when JK denies having a gf then it's: "but the clip is old" or "doesn't mean he doesn't sleep around".
Instead of listening to him.
You think he doesn't know when this is supposed to be from? The clip. For god's sake, the dog being there was what everyone latched onto. So he knows. And he said I don't have a gf but was talking about THAT clip. You expected him to say "yes I saw the clip, I didn't have a gf then"? No. This is what he could do. And again, instead of listening to him, what he's trying to tell us: NO GF, NO NEED FOR ONE, people are about trying to see why the clip could still be legitimate, authentic, and/or why it doesn't mean he isn't sleeping around.
Perhaps that's why he felt the need to comeback with his ever so loud TikTok post and delete.
Anyway, me ranting again.
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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years
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It’ll Be Ok
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Peter Parker x Reader
You and Peter want a baby, but Tony thinks you should wait, and Peter always listens to Tony, but you don’t
Warnings⚠️: smut, babytrapping (reader to Peter)
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You wanted a big family. That was always your dream, and you knew Peter wanted it too, but he also always followed what Tony said, and he said that he wanted to do tests and make sure Peter wasn't "too radioactive" or "could have you laying eggs" or whatever.
At first, you didn't mind, but now it's pushing three years that you and Peter have been married, and Tony is taking too long.
"But babe, Tony said-"
"I know, I know, but it's been so long. What's the worst that could happen?" you say, your voice soothing as you walk Peter to the bed and push him down, straddling his lap and grinding on his hardening cock, leaning down to kiss his neck.
"W-What if I hurt you! O-or you can't carry my kids...it could be dangerous!" he says, closing his eyes as he feels you suck on his sweet spot, swirling your tongue around it and feeling his cock get harder under you.
"Shhh, it's ok, Pete. Tony's been doing his experiments for a while, and everything's been fine. We can try it out for ourselves," you say, pushing your hands under his shirt.
Peter groans quietly, letting you remove his shirt and toss it across the room, doing the same for your own. You lean down and kiss him again, grinding harder on his cock, feeling it press against your thigh through the fabric of his pants.
Peter wraps his arm around you, flipping you over and holding your wrists to the bed, diving in for a lustful rough kiss as he ruts his cock against you. "Soon, I promise. Just wait a little while longer," he says, leaning down for another kiss before you can say anything.
He pushes your shorts and underwear down, one of his hands going to your slick hole as his thumb massages your clit. "You this wet over the thought of having my kids?" he asks, earning a moan and gasp in response when he latches on to your neck.
He pushes himself up, pushing his pants and boxers down his legs as he wraps his hand around his cock, coating it in your juices as he strokes himself a few times, looking at the way you spread for him. Peter leans over to the table next to your bed, opening it to grab a condom. "Crap. We're outta condoms," he sighs. You'd thrown them out before you went to talk to him. You're not letting him listen to Tony on this topic anymore. All he's doing is brainwashing him into thinking he's super dangerous.
"You don't need one, Pete," you say, pulling back onto you and leaning up to kiss him, grinding your pussy on his cock, trying to break down his control as much as possible.
"B-But I've only gone in without one a few times, w-what if I can't pull out in time," he whines, starting to grind with you.
"Then, oh well," you smile, reaching down to grab his cock and pushing his tip into your entrance.
"O-Oh god," Peter gasps and grunts, his head falling on your shoulder as his hips thrust to a halt, feeling you wrap around his cock, so perfect. "You feel s-so good, o-oh god," his voice shakes.
He starts thrusting, building a fast and steady pace, tucking his head in your neck and sucking on your neck, earning moans as you hold his body against you and try to meet your hips with his thrusts.
"So good, Peter, you so good," you moan. Your pussy squeezes him, and he can't help but moan and throw his head back, gaining speed with his thrusts. "Right there, please, please, right there."
Peter goes harder, hitting the perfect spot and feeling you get tighter and tighter around him by the second. "Cum, baby. Come on, I know you want to," he groans, one of his hands flying to hold up your leg, pushing himself deeper as he tries desperately to get you to cum, not sure how much longer he'll be able to hold on.
"Cumming! 'M cumming!" you gasp and pant out, twitching and spasming against him.
Peter groans almost painfully, being forced to stop while you cum, knowing if he kept going, he'd cum. He can feel the way you flutter and clench around him, the way your skin feels against his, how warm and wet you are. He almost came without moving.
After a few seconds, once you relax and catch your breath, he starts thrusting again, quickly gaining speed. "I- I'm close, s-so close," he pants into your ear. You hold him against your body, your hands digging into his back as he drills into you. Your pussy squeezing him so good.
You can feel his cock twitching inside you, and you know he won't be able to hold much longer. Before he gets a chance to pull out, you bring your legs up and wrap them around his waist, trapping him inside you. Peter jolts, quickly trying to sit up, bringing his head up to look down at you. "B-Baby, wait- I- I need to cum. Please, no, no, let me go," Peter pleads. His hand moves and grips the bedsheets, and he can feel his cock begging for release, no doubt beads of cum already threatening to leak from his tip into you. Peter's afraid it's too late. He's so close. Even the stimulation of pulling out could push him over and spill everything he has.
"Baby," you coo, "it's ok. Let go. It'll be ok." You bring your hand up and stroke his hair.
"I- I can't. Please, let me out. I needa cum, needa cum so bad, please please," he begs, almost in tears.
You tighten your legs around him, and it's over. The little movement pushes him forward, pushing his cock deeper in your cunt, throwing him over the edge as his orgasm flows through his whole body and his cum spills inside you.
Peter lets out a broken moan, tucking his head into your neck and pushing his body into you as he uncontrollably bucks his hips into you, cum flowing from his cock as it pulses out and paints your walls. Peter lets out whines as he finishes, the long strips of cum almost being endless as his balls squeeze and empty into your hole.
You coo quietly to him as he calms down, running one hand through his hair and the other around his neck, feeling his body grow less tense as all the stress leaves him.
You let your legs fall and relax on the bed, but he doesn't pull out, staying on you, his cock plugging you and keeping his cum inside. He shifts, his body relaxing on top of you and laying his head on your shoulder.
After a few seconds, you feel him smile against you and snicker. "Mr. Stark is gonna kill us."
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bellofthemeadow · 7 months
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Blended Hearts and Bitter Brew | Part 2
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Summary: Your life was boring, hoping for your big break, you were stuck at Starbucks for what felt like forever. The hot metalhead that just came through your door might just be the amount of shit-stirring fun you've been looking for. (3.8K)
A/N: Hey everyone, I am very sorry for the delay for this chapter, its been quite crazy at work and with the ini starting again (MY LAST ONE YEHHH!), things have been even more intense. So, it's safe to say it's been quite a whirlwind. I also had to delete my previous post because I encountered an issue with the chapter that required me to go back and make some fixes. I'm hopeful that everything is resolved now - fingers crossed!
Additionally, I'd like to extend an invitation to anyone who may have questions or requests for me. I would be absolutely thrilled to have the opportunity to work on them. I'll be away for a few days, and there's nothing I'd love more than to find myself writing by the lake, to be honest. Thank you all for all of your support and kind words, I love you all very much!!
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Warning: SMUT, phone sex, discussion of sex, masturbation, wearing, suggestive language, reference to bratting and brat taming (18+) (no minors like at all!!!)
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The Phone Call
Usually, after a long day at work, you were more than ready to head home and collapse on the couch while munching on an entire box of hot pockets. Today was a bit different, though. For the first time in a long while, you were actually... excited! Still riding the high from your encounter with Eddie, you took the extra 10 minutes out of your way to stop at the corner store and grab the second cheapest bottle of wine (Fancy) that you could find! Cradling the bottle like you were Gollum with the ring, you were ready to let loose and get a bit frisky.
You got home quickly, stepping through the streets of Indianapolis, your overheated mood a total contrast to the frosty outside. After a quick shower where you made sure to scrub every inch of your skin, which was now pinkish from the scalding heat of the water, you put on your favourite black satiny robe. The soft frock hugged you deliciously, flowing around you like water and reaching just beneath your ass, highlighting its fleshy curve. In front of your antique floor mirror that you’d found in a second-hand shop, you gave yourself a saucy wink while twirling like a damn Jewelry box ballerina. A slutty ballerina, in your case.
You giggled to yourself as you sifted through the kitchen drawer, searching for the candle you were certain you'd received during last year's Secret Santa. Your hand moved blindly, finally identifying the candle's rounded shape with your extended fingers. As you grasped it, you opened the container and took a deep sniff—Peppermint Mocha. You snorted; your manager really was an unimaginative dick. Well, it would have to do for tonight.
You lit it up using the lighter you had stashed under one of your flowerpots for smoking emergencies. You had promised yourself that you would cut back on smoking this year, but every once in a while, nothing could help ease the tension like a good cigarette. It was also unmatched after sex, although THAT front had been pretty quiet in the last few months. Perhaps Eddie could help resolve that, you thought with a cheeky smirk as you imagined him pulling harshly on your hair as you devoured his tattooed neck.
You let the pepperminty aroma waft through the room as you started to set the mood around your little shoebox studio. It wasn’t much – barely enough space for a double bed and a small round table – but it was all yours. You didn't have to share with anybody, didn’t have to abide by anyone’s schedule but your own. If you wanted to get high and eat ice cream straight out of the tube, or if you wanted to practice the riff you couldn’t quite get right on your guitar until early morning, or if, like tonight, you wanted to set a sultry mood and masturbate thinking about Eddie’s tattooed chest… Well, you damn well could.
You sink down to the ground and settle onto your round, fluffy carpet. This very carpet had been among the first pieces you had bought after settling in your new life in Indianapolis. Regret over this purchase had never crossed your mind; its deep burgundy shade harmonizes exquisitely with the studio's dusky tones. And right now, as you reach for your vinyl collection, you can feel all of its fibers against your bare legs. Your senses heightened since the afternoon; its gentle touch now feels almost teasing against your puckered skin making you shiver deliciously.
You allow your index finger to roam over the spines of the hundreds of vinyl records stacked at the foot of your bed. There were so many of them that you reckon you could use them as a bedside table or something. You were quite proud of them if you were completely honest. You’d spent so much time curating this collection since your dad brought home a vinyl player for your 11th birthday. Your dad had insisted that "its sound is far superior to them boom boxes kids use these days." Along with the player, he had purchased your first ever metal album: "Master of Puppets," That night, you had both spent the rest of your birthday listening to the music with your dad, both huddled in the living room, heads bobbing to the harsh rhythm of the tracks—much to your mom's annoyance who must have shouted "SHUT IT DOWN" at least a dozen times before you’d gone to bed, feeling like your life had changed completely. After that, there was no turning back. Ripped jeans, short black skirts, fishnets, and leather became your uniform, and music became your greatest lover.
You reached out and retrieved the specific record you had in mind. Gently sliding the sleek, obsidian vinyl out from its protective sleeve, you cradled it delicately. As the stylus met the surface, K. K. Downing’s guitar strings struck like a punch to your senses, in a delectable impact of metal. The music flowed through you like an electric current, coursing through the grooves, infiltrating your ears, and permeating every fibre of your being, until you were immersed, entwined, and carried away by the raw yet exquisite sound.
Moved by the beat, you rose and started swaying back and forth, the music's rush flooding you until you didn’t exist. Music always held a flavour more alluring than any drink and a sensation more ravishing than any drug – music consistently brought you to a peak of euphoria that couldn't be replicated by anything else. You loved that feeling; the one where you would float over the world in your own little bubble, where no one and nothing mattered except for you and the music.
 Your hand found the bottle of wine resting on the kitchen counter, and you took a large gulp, letting the burning liquid cascade down your throat. With the buzz of the wine slowly enveloping you and the music infusing life into your being, you began to move your hands up and down your body, tracing your curves beneath the satin of your robe.
Swaying your hips to the music, you let your mind drift back to Eddie; his husky voice as he tried to tease you, the mischievous tint behind his hazel eyes that you hoped would, when properly provoked, turn more devious—perhaps even a touch wicked. You let your mind wander to what Eddie was hiding behind that Metallica shirt. With a teasing smile to yourself, your body swaying from side to side in a tantalizing shimmy, finding balance with the rhythm of the music.
Come crawling faster Obey your master Your life burns faster Obey your master, master
The sound of your phone ringing brought you back down. "No way he called already!" You dropped the volume of the music before grabbing your phone.
Unknown number
This was too good to be true! And right on time too as the song on the vinyl changed. "Burnin' Up" started to invade your ears. Grinning deviously, that was perfect timing, and you were more than ready to put on a show if Eddie was on the other side of that line.
“Hey there handsome, feeling desperate, are we?” you sultrily cooed.
“Good to know you are a little brat outside of work too.” Eddie’s harsh tone sent a shiver down your back while his words sent a clenching wave through your core.
“Aw, but I just did what you wanted me to do.” You added a quiver to your voice for full effect, “I just wanted to be a good girl for you…”
“Fuck, you can’t just say shit like that baby!” You let out your best teasing laugh.
“Why is that? Am I making you hard?” You questioned innocently, “Are you hard for me right now Eddie?” A strained sound made its way to your ears as you took another gulp of your wine “Am I being a good girl for you now?”
“Good girls don’t tease. Good girls don’t… arg… Good girls listen, and they don’t act like desperate little brats for attention! ‘That why you were acting like a spoiled little princess earlier? Ya wanted all my attention, like the desperate little slut you are.?Well, you have it now baby, so you better make it worth my while” You whimpered at his words, but you didn’t want to give into him – not yet anyway, you wanted to savour this as long as you could.
“Tch, don’t flatter yourself. I don’t need attention from wannabe metal douchebags, thank you very much.” A dark chuckle erupted from the phone.
“Tut, tut, tut. Baby, you can fool yourself all you want. But I can see right through your little spoiled brat display.  Beneath all that though, rocker girl thing you’ve got going on, all you want is for me to put you in your place. Am I right, or am I right?”
Fuck, he was too good at this. Most men you had been with had not really wanted to indulge in this fantasy of yours. Most of them had found it weird, not really understanding that when you were acting like a bitch you didn’t want to have a “conversation to settle our differences” as one of your exes so aptly put it. You snorted - No, what you wanted was for someone to grab you by your hair and spit in your mouth. And then, you wanted to cuddle, eat junk food and listen to music until your ears bled. But that was a bit too much to ask apparently.
“Where did your mind go baby? Am I too much for your little bratty ass?” Eddie teased through the phone.
Suddenly a wave of vulnerability like you’d never really felt before washed over you, making you extremely self-conscious. You felt stupid in your little satin robe, half drunk on wine and desperate for some guy you all but had 10 words with. Your skin was itchy, and you felt too hot like a hand had wrapped itself around your throat and squeezed. Fuck, what was wrong with you? For once, a guy was willing to indulge in your little kinky fantasy and what? You were gonna have a panic attack?! You didn’t even know the guy, why were your nerves on fire, why did it feel like you couldn’t disappoint him? Why were you feeling like you were teetering on the edge of a precipice, ready to plummet to your death?
Were you afraid of the fall, or were you afraid that no one would be there to catch you?
“… I’m sorry Eddie, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You could feel tears gathering in your eyes.
“Fuck, shit.” You could hear Eddie scrambling on the other side of the line, “Did I go too far? Fuck I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Shit I should’ve checked for safe words before, shouldn’t have gone straight into it, it's just you drive me goddam mad honey.” A pause as he seemed to realize what he had just said, “Not like “mad-mad” more like lust-mad or – fuck, I don’t even know what I am saying and I’m rambling, and I probably sound like a complete maniac and…” You let him continue, his unfocused voice making you feel safe and maybe, just a little… understood.  
“s’ok Eddie. It’s me, it's just… I guess I got a bit scared because you know… You just seem a bit too good to be true.” Silence.
“WHAT?! I seem too good to be true?” His voice took on a misbelieving tone, “Have you looked at yourself? You are like the definition of hot!” You chuckled at his words,
 “Nah I am serious babe! Next to “HOT” in the dictionary, there is a photo of your face, I promise you that!”
You felt yourself grow warm under his words, “You’re just saying that…”
“Hey, don’t do that alright,” he counters sternly, his voice so full of certitude and assurance that it fills you with safety. You were so full of his words that you could pop at any moment, “I don’t say shit I don’t mean, never. And look,” a sheepish pause made you hold your breath, “You kinda intimidated me back there, you know. Like your fucking hot, and your witty and then I find out your kinky AF too? I mean, you’re like my dream girl brought to life. I feel like if I pinch myself you’ll disappear, like I made you up or something.”
You release a breath at his words, attempting to regain a modicum of composure you tease, “What like Pygmalion? Am I your Galatea then?”
“Baby, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Never mind…Did I kill the mood?” you ask in a squeaky voice.
In response, Eddie burst into a hearty laugh, “Nah baby you didn’t. It’ll take a lot more than that to scare me away from someone like you… How ‘bout we slow down? Maybe you could tell me what you were doing before I called you up.”
That you could do, "Well, I got back from work all flustered, just had to blow off some steam, you know? Poured myself some wine and put on Killing Machine..." A pronounced groan reached your ears.
“A tad controversial for a so-called metalhead to choose that record—a bit too... mainstream," Eddie quipped, his tone teasing. But your lips curled into an unabashed smile. "Maybe, but I was riding a Burnin' Up vibe, and needed the perfect backdrop. Anyway, a solid album's just that, regardless of how mainstream it might be." you bantered in return.
"Amen to that, baby. But tell true honey, was that all you were doing? Sitting around with music and a glass of wine?" Eddie inquiries with a touch of salaciousness in his tone.
"I might have been dancing... explored a bit beneath my robe—" you teasingly purred.
"Describe it," Eddie suddenly interrupted breathlessly.
" Oh, you want to know what I’m wearing? Is that what you want Eddie?" you replied teasingly.
"Don’t tease baby, be a good girl and describe what you’re wearing.”
You pause for dramatic effect, taking the time to compose your thoughts. "I'm in my black robe, it's all satin with lace, barely grazes below my ass..." you slowly croon, your voice a delicate whisper.
"Damn, keep talking, baby," Eddie's voice urges you, dripping with desire. "It caresses my skin so sensuously, makes me feel so good... Am I doing well?" you inquire, a mix of nervousness and anticipation in your voice.
"Absolutely amazing, baby. Have you touched yourself yet?" he inquires further.
"Just my tits, Eddie. I was kinda hoping you'd give me a call," you shily confess “Are you happy to hear how much I want you?"
"More than you can imagine baby, are you wet for me?” You could almost picture him; he was sitting in a nondescript room, perhaps with some Metallica posters and records strewed about, he’s clenching his teeth as you describe how much you want him, perhaps he took out his cock too. Is he touching himself, you wonder? Because right now, all you want is to dip one of your fingers inside your panty and relieve some of the tension that has been building since before you left for work.
“I’m so wet for you Eddie… I think I’ve been wet since before I left work, that’s how much you affect me. I want to show you that I'm not just a brat; I can behave, I can be your good girl" you say earnestly.
"I know you can be, but let me share a little secret with you, baby." Eddie pauses, and you hold your breath, awaiting his words. "Truth is, I kinda love it when you get all bratty on me..."
At his words, emotions erupted within you—a mélange of lust, desire, joy, and a tad of shyness. Each little butterfly fluttering deep within your belly in a symphony of feelings.
“There’s more of that where it came from,” you sheepishly admit, all too aware of your tendencies to tease and your strong-headedness. You lick your lip, and purr, “Are you hard right now Eddie? Are you as hard for me as I am wet for you?”
“Oh baby, I’m as hard as fucking Andúril right now!” Eddie loudly pants.
“… What did you just say?!” Nervous laughter meets your ear as Eddie stammers,
“No-nothing. It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.” With regained confidence, he continues,
“You gonna touch yourself baby? Come on, be a good girl and touch yourself with me.” 
You quickly fumble with your phone as you put it on speaker and lay it next to you on your bed. “I’m in bed…” You shakily exhale.
“Yeah? Me too honey. Now. Touch. Yourself.” His tone left no room for arguing. You could hear a belt unbuckle and a zipper coming undone amidst the rushing of fabric on the other side of the line making you shiver as you imagine him taking his heavy dick in his large hand.  
Slowly you hiked your fingers up your thigh, feeling the goosebumps rise under the trace of your nails. You reach under your robe, and you hiss as your index finger grazes your weeping pussy. “Ohh Eddie, I’m so wet, I’m dripping everywhere.”
“Fuck baby, I want to hear.” Blushing like mad you position your phone next to your dripping pussy before slipping your index inside, the wet squelching of your finger going in and out of your core sending pleasurable shivers down your spine as you imagine Eddie’s reaction on the other side of the line.
You breathlessly moan “You hear that, Eddie? You hear how much my bratty little pussy wants you?!”
“Fuck sweetheart, that’s the most metal music I’ve ever heard. My dick’s so hard right now, I feel like it’s gonna fall off.”
“I want to hear you too.” You frantically demand “Yeah? You want to hear me rub my dick baby? You’re such a perverted little girl!” Eddie didn’t need much convincing and all of the sudden you heard a loud plop, and a loud moan escaping Eddie’s throat. The sounds sending an arrow straight to your warm core; did Eddie just spit on his dick? The wet sound of his hand going up his dick was truly one of the sexiest things you’ve ever heard.   
“I’m close baby…” Eddie admitted between loud moans.
“Already?” you giggle breathlessly.
“Fuck, don’t be a brat now baby. You close too?”
“Mmm-hmm” You hummed “Not close enough.”
“How many fingers, you’ve got in that sweet little pussy baby?” Eddie pants, almost pained.
“Just the one Edd.” “Shit baby, add another one. Can you add another one for me, honey?” His words alone were almost enough to send you over the edge.
“Yes Eddie, Yes I can. Anything for you!” You whisper-shout into your phone.
You dip another finger inside, ripping a loud moan from your throat. You part your finger, frantically spreading your slick all over and making a mess over your sheet.  You curve your index toward you until you reach the spongey spot inside of you that feels oh so good. You rub and rub while your thumb aggressively circles your clit.
“Oh Eddie!! Mmmmm… Fuck, I’m close Ed, I’m so close! I don’t want to come alone!!”
“You won’t baby, you’ll come when I tell you to come. Not before.” Eddie pants into the phone. After what feels like forever, you feel the cord that had been steadily building inside of you start to grow taunt, teetering on the edge of snapping in half.
“Eddie… pleasepleaseplease! Please let me come!”
“FUCK! Come for me baby, I’m cumming!” His words send you over the edge and you see a white light blinding you as your body grows tense before letting go.
You can hear Eddie’s panting on the other side of the line while you try to catch your breath. Now sticky and half-naked with your robe open, you feel a wave of shyness overtake you.
“Eddie? Are you… Are you ok?” A loud laugh meets your ear.
“Am I ok, Baby? Pretty sure the Milky Way just exploded in my room. Damn, that was the hottest thing ever!!” You shyly chuckled at his sweet words.
“It wasn’t like… too much or anything?”
“Wait Baby… Was that your first-time having phone sex?” You grew hot and are quick to dispel any ideas he might get “No, not at all. But…” you hesitate, “But it’s the first time anyone ever made me feel like that before.”
“What? Orgasmic?” Eddie teases.
“Shut up!” You laugh before your traitorous vulnerable heart plants himself down your throat, “I meant like safe; you know. Like you wouldn’t make fun of me or like you actually wanted to hear me come. Like I really mattered for a minute and it wasn’t just about your dick.”
Eddie’s voice grew soft at your words “Baby, there is nothing that I would love more than hearing you come every day, it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. If you let me, I’d put it on a CD and listen to it on repeat.”
“You mean that?”
“With ever fibers of my being baby.” Eddie answers honestly. You can hear the truthfulness and the transparency in his voice. makes you feel better, and perhaps a little bolder, as you ask, "Does that mean you'd like to see me in real life again and not just when I have to serve coffee?" When Eddie doesn’t answer for a second you feel your heart drop down like a lead balloon.
"Or not," you chuckle, "I didn't mean to sound conceited. It's fine if you don't wan—"
Eddie cuts you off, "I'd love to, baby."
"You would?" you ask, your voice tainted with disbelief.
"I didn't mean to sound so unenthusiastic. It's just that I'm not used to having such a pretty girl proposition me like that. Had to pinch my ass to make sure it was real, ya know."
You laugh as your hand nervously toys with the lace of your robe. "So when would you like to see me?"
"How about tomorrow? Pancakes for dinner, and then if you want, I have a show with my band in town. You could come with."
"Yeah? You want to see me tomorrow?"
"Nothing else I'd rather do."
"There's nothing else I'd rather do either, Eddie."
“Then it’s a date… Be ready 'cause I’m gonna rock your world Baby!”
You giggle at his words “Can’t wait Eddie.” You look around you, with thighs still sticky with your pleasure—yeah, you really couldn't wait to see your rockstar again.
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david-talks-sw · 10 months
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Hey,
I saw your post in which you defended Mace Windu and it is such a good post. Thank you.
At the moment I debate with someone on twitter and it is super frustrating because they are saying Mace is a potential villain because he hates the Sith and wants to kill Anakin in episode I (even through he doesn't admit it).
I'm slightly shocked that someone thinks like this. Could you maybe help me to argue that Mace isn't a villain and a potential child killer?
Hey there!
I appreciate you asking me this, but honestly it looks to me like this is a debate you just won't "win" and you should quit while you're ahead.
Firstly, because those are two arguments so ridiculous and baseless that they have to either
be made in bad faith, AKA you're arguing with someone who's literally grasping at straws and making bullshit arguments for the sake of having the last tweet. In which case you can quit interacting with them because this is a victory in and of itself.
be made by someone completely insane and/or who has made their own headcanon about it. In which case, you might as well quit because there's no way you'll change this person's mind.
But, secondly, being pro-Jedi on Twitter is hell.
I'm not kidding, there's literally SO many people who think the point of the Prequels is the Jedi's failure that if you try to dispel the notion, a rain of (factually incorrect) anti-Jedi arguments falls floods your notifications, and it inevitably devolves into "this guy missed the point of the Prequels".
I'm training myself more and more to take a page out of the Jedi's book and just "let go" because the shit I see sometimes is just infuriating. Like this one, I saw last night:
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Out of 154 collected quotes where George Lucas talks about the Jedi, their relationship with Anakin and their rules (namely the attachment one), he is only critical about them twice.
TWICE! OUT OF 154!
But I didn't reply to this.
I drafted the tweet, then deleted it because this is such a big subject that you're not gonna be able to dispel it with a single tweet (and fuck getting Twitter blue, are you crazy? but even if you did, you really think anyone will read your essay of a tweet?)
And also because last year, I got into an argument re: if Qui-Gon was a better master for Anakin than Obi-Wan (my opinion is "nope"). And I argued the hell out of my case. You know what I got in return?
Fucking nothing.
All I got was the people I was arguing against (who kept piling on on like the 5th tweet in a thread instead of reading everything from the beginning, which was messy in and of itself) just... stop replying.
At some point when you're in that deep, you think it'll inevitably end with your "opponent" going:
'well argued sir, you have completely changed my mind for I have now seen the truth; jolly good show'.
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Instead all you get is... nothing. They stop replying.
You don't get the satisfaction of an admission of defeat and you don't wanna be the person spamming "WELL?! NOTHING TO SAY?!" because that's just pathetic.
So all you're left with is an hour of your life gone, WASTED proving "I know more about a fictional universe than you, Internet stranger".
My suggestion is: break the wheel, turn that outrage into creativity and instead of getting into debates with people whose minds you'll never change, write a fanfic/draw a comic/shoot a short film that will transfer the emotions you feel re: Windu to anyone witnessing it.
It's a much more productive approach than arguing with someone whose either grasping at straws or genuinely thinks MACE WANTED TO KILL A CHILD????!!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
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lorkai · 1 year
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Hello!!!
How r uuuu?
Could I request a little angst one-shot for Asmo please?
Maybe he cheats on his s/o while his s/o is away for a long time and then Asmo gets caught when he (the s/o) comes home?
(I used he/him pronouns because i'm more comfortable but any pronouns are fine ofc)
Thank you so much and feel free to ignore!and sorry if I' late with my answers!
Feel free to decline!
And thank you so much for always popping in my inbox it makes me so happy! 😍
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*・゜゚ A/N: I was late with this request, but in my defense Tumblr ate this a couple of times and deleted my last draft. I was this close 🤏 to throwing hands /hj. Hopefully you enjoy this n come request more times, dear! ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾
*・゜゚ Warning: Cheating, nudeness, implied sex, swearing, angst, Hurt/comfort, chapter 16, Male!Reader (he/him pronouns), I proofread twice, sorry for any mistakes.
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"What's up, MC?" Luke asked quietly, his small hand still holding tight to yours as you two crossed the streets. He was innocent but not foolish and you knew his eyes searched for something inside yours. He was like Simeon in that same way, always wanting to help, well, like father, like son, you thought with a faint laugh.
A laugh that left your lips quickly.
"I have a weird feeling. You know that weird feeling that something is going to happen at any moment? It's like that." You explained, moving your free hand back and forth as you spoke. If Solomon was there you knew he'd tell you it was because of your magic or something, but you knew that wasn't it. It was a suffocating, vicious feeling clinging to your chest. An unknown certainty that something or someone was trying to warn you. "Maybe it's just my imagination. Or anxiety, anything like that. Don't worry about me, Luke. Let's focus on getting these cupcakes for the brothers, okay?"
The very upset boy made a sign that he wanted to say something, moved his head from side to side in denial and contained himself with a big sigh. Whatever he was going to say, Luke judged it to be something you didn't need to hear at the moment, so he simply held your hand a little tighter as if he was afraid you'd suddenly disappear and he hurried to recount the sound his shoes made against the asphalt of the street, continuing to mutter to himself about the cupcakes you two spent hours making.
But you felt his gaze on you and you felt his small hand trembling in your grip.
Luke didn't react well to your death when he heard about it. No one would react well to such news and this news could not possibly reach Celestial Realm lest Michael resolve to create another conflict with Devildom in order to save a poor soul who happened to be killed in demonic territory, who came to be persuaded to make pacts against your will. So Simeon never reported this to his superior nor confided this to anyone but he also made the decision to bring you to live with them in Purgatory Hall so you would be safe and he escorted you at all times to make sure Belphie didn't try anything stupid again.
It was suffocating, especially in the beginning, but you understood him and you understood Luke too, even though he was still a child, he was a cherub and had made it his mission to be your guardian angel and be with you. with you whenever I need.
It was a cute gesture. But it was him, Simeon and Solomon who got you through those dark days, getting out of bed when your thoughts raced over your head or when you finally processed that you had died and started crying hysterically, along with the quiet moments with Barbatos and Diavolo in the castle, greenhouse, garden and library. They healed you and helped you until you could face the brothers again, until you could bear the thought of being around them again after being constantly threatened by Lucifer, going through near-death situations, and literally dying by one of their hands. .
It was almost ironic how months after that event, you were running around with outsized excitement to tell them about how you and Asmo were officially dating. It was a truly magical day that one, a day that made you smile so much your cheeks ached and your lips ached from so many kisses exchanged with the avatar of lust. He was a very caring boyfriend and he was also there holding your hand when the breath hitched in your throat, when you felt weak or angry, when the world seemed about to collapse on top of you after a relapse, after a nightmare. He was there for every single one of those moments to support you and show you a shoulder to lean on, Asmo was sweet like that. The best.
The silence that followed was a little awkward. Definitely not the uncomfortable kind of silence after you've said something embarrassing to someone or told a bad joke that no one laughs at, but the suffocating kind of silence where you can't hear your own breath against the wind, as if the world had stopped around you and there was only you there in the middle of a dark, dirty and silent room, like an old horror movie. As the outlines of the House of Lamentation began to appear on the horizon, you felt your heart pound and annoying little tears infest your eyes, just like that time when you were in the attic fighting for your life.
"I knew it, something's wrong." Luke crossed his arms, looking at you with worry. The little angel muttered to himself all the ways Simeon used to soothe you and then he looked at you more calmly, bringing your own hand to your chest so you could feel your chest beating. "Mc, breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. I'll do it with you if you want, but stay focused on the here and now."
It's cruel to think you laughed off his concerns. But it wasn't a panic attack you were having or anything like that, it was hard to explain to him, even though the words were on the tip of your tongue and your mind was struggling to remember them. Still, you followed his advice and regularized your breathing so that thoughts flowed more slowly in your head and you could think more clearly. "It's not that, little one. Like I said, it's just a bad feeling, but I don't know if I want to go in there anymore and apparently there are traces of magic in the air. Can you call Solomon or Simeon, please?"
You hesitantly kicked a rock out of your way and watched it roll down the street. The box of cupcakes you were holding was starting to make you nauseous with the cloying smell of chocolate and icing, but you took endured and hid what was going on on your face with an almost natural smile, watching as Luke hurriedly dialed the number of one of his friends as fast as he could. The young angel seemed more anxious and lost than you, mainly because he didn't know how to act if something serious happened and he knew well that not listening to his intuition could be a stupid thing to do. And even if he had magic he was still young and inexperienced, he needed the support of someone wiser and he knew it.
The voice on the other end of the line sounded calm and peaceful, but it got louder and more rushed as Luke explained what was going on and where you were. And the young angel didn't even have time to put his D.D.D in his pocket when the call ended, a few seconds later a black portal opened a few meters away from you and Solomon came out, hurried and arranging the characteristic cape on his shoulders. One look in your direction and he seemed to know what you felt, whether it was because he was a sorcerer or an extremely empathetic human you couldn't tell. His blue eyes focused hesitantly on the House of Lamentation, as if he felt the same way you did, and he swallowed hard, seeming to search for the right words.
"You feel it, don't you?" He asked. He motioned toward the house with his head and looked through the mask you'd tried to pull over your face to show that you were okay and that whatever you were feeling wasn't bothering you anymore. Angry, you bit your inner cheek, you hated when he read you that way. "No, it's not your imagination. There's a strange kind of magic surrounding the house and I believe it's overloading your senses, well our senses, it only affects humans, strangely curious if you ask me. It's almost like they want you to stay away from the house..."
The sorcerer seemed troubled by something, but he decided not to voice his thoughts until he had enough proof. It was how he was. And going towards you, he held your hand affectionately and let his magic run through your hand like a shield to protect you from that feeling. A chill spread through your arm and started running all over your body, it was strange and made you shiver several times, but the bad feeling finally dissipated and a sigh of relief escaped you along with a genuine smile.
"Under the circumstances I will be entering the House of Lamentation with you, just to make sure no harm comes to you." Said your mentor with a serious look that didn't belong on his smiling and suspicious face. But you had already made up your mind and you weren't going to back down just because a spell was trying to repel you so strongly that it messed with your feelings, you waved your hand as if his concern was something trivial but he understood what was going on behind the gesture and let out a nasal sigh.
Solomon lowered his eyes towards the box of cupcakes and nimbly stole one as he began to walk towards House of Lamentation, evading Luke's furious screams and his disapproving glare. 
"Boys, let’s go or I will use my magic to steal all the other cupcakes and eat every single one of them in front of you." He laughed.
Luke, terrified by such a threat, ran after him and you tried to yell at him to be careful or he would drop all the cupcakes, but he didn't hear you. Stifling a small laugh you followed them with careful steps, thoughtful and feeling like a storm was about to hit you as soon as you set foot inside the house. That was one of the only moments you hated having inherited Lilith's angelic powers, wondering why you couldn't just be a normal human surrounded by ordinary, boring people. 
But you soon scolded yourself and walked faster. Thinking about such things now was a little pointless and you didn't regret being a part of their family despite everything you'd gone through with them.
The sound of the piano playing was one of the first things that caught your attention. Contrary to your expectations the morning star was playing something deeply wistful and sad, almost as melancholy as the coffee he drank every morning and a sombre choir echoed through the mansion walls; suffocated, lifeless. The sound carried a somber air among the dimly lit halls of the house where shadows scurried along the walls and mocked you, and in the midst of your thoughts Luke held your hand firmly to show that he had your back.
 The young angel didn't like the gloomy atmosphere and you understood him perfectly with just one look, outside the day is lighter and more peaceful and today is especially happy and light, because you and Asmo celebrated a year together.
And to commemorate such an important date you wanted to give him something handmade. Something he liked and after hours of trying to think of something, the twins suggested that you give him something sweet.
Also, giving something handmade to a person was one of the angelic courtship traditions Simeon had been teaching you. And you're sure Asmo would cry with joy when he realized what you were doing. You could already smile knowing how he was going to scream and shout to the whole world 'mc is the best boyfriend in the world' and that alone, after the presence of your mentor and his self-appointed guardian angel, served to completely expel the bad feeling that sat at the top of your stomach.
"What are they singing, Luke?" You asked the young angel, half whispering, leading the three of you to the music room. Warmth and the scent of cinnamon filled the air around you as you entered, silently setting things down on the table.
The angel, however, cocked his head to the side for a second and thought. Finally he shrugged. "It's an ancient angelic language, I'm not sure."
When the chorus ceased, the brothers who were gathered around the piano Lucifer was playing turned around and Mammon let out a frightened cry when he saw you. The avatar of greed tripped over its own legs and fell, knocking Levi who was the closest person to him at the moment and making everyone else laugh at him and his embarrassed expression. You couldn't help but stifle a laugh as you watched each one present and a twinkle crossed your eyes when you realized Asmodeus wasn't there, which was strange considering he loved to sing and dance, or just show off his skills to anyone who was willing to see.
   Mammon got up and knocked the dust off his clothes. "Hey human, what is this? Is this a present for the Great Mammon?"
Levi snorted, barely containing the displeasure at his glare as he got up and checked that his cell phone was working. He soon looked towards the box of cupcakes on the table and took one - he had to secure his while Beel still hadn't noticed the sweet there. "Mc, if you're looking for Asmo, he's in his room. He said he needed to do his skin care routine."
You mumbled an alternate response and gripped your box of cupcakes tighter, suddenly feeling heavier than it was. Your heart was beating fast and the nervous smile on your face had the brothers chuckling softly, some of them patting you encouragingly on the shoulders and back.
Lucifer stood up and wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a clumsy hug. "I'm sure he'll love it, Mc. Asmo has the two things he loves most here, do you know what they are?" Asked the elder in a tone he used when he tutored you in the laws of Devildom. But you denied it. "He has his favorite treats and he has you, the person capable of capturing his heart. Now go there, my good boy, surprise him."
A chorus of "good luck" and "you can do it" echoed through the music room and taking one last look in the direction where Luke had sat, talking animatedly with Beel about his recipes, you left towards Asmo's room. And you could still hear the brothers laughing and placing bets on how the avatar of lust would react to receiving their beautiful and simple gift, and after a while you heard nothing but your breathing and your pounding heart. A smile was already growing on your face with each step you took towards the rooms and you could smell the characteristic smell of cinnamon and chocolate, you could already feel his soft skin on your body when you were going to pull him into a hug, you could already feel the warm laughter on your neck, where Asmo loved to lay his face.
   However, just as you had your hand in the air to turn the doorknob and enter that room, that damn room, you heard something. Something you didn't expect to hear, not when he promised that scenario would never happen and would be forever yours. The sounds of skin meeting skin, ragged sighs for air, and finally the bed slamming against the wall, you could, despite not wanting to, imagine the person and Asmo in the act, how he was holding them by the hands while looking into their eyes. Sweat trickling down his neck as he smiled and whispered promises. And your heart stopped beating in that instant, knowing that you and your gift wouldn't be enough for selfish Asmodeus and his new toy.
Lucifer was sorely wrong. Asmo might even love sweets, but he had just shown that he didn't love you, that he didn't love you with the same strength you loved him.
And you did what you knew how to do best. You kicked that door so hard it slammed into the wall and alerted the two traitors to your presence, but the worst part was seeing how they were still together, lying in the same bed you once lay in. And the dreadful expression on Asmo's face was enough to tell you that he had been doing this for months, but that he didn't want to be caught in the act.
The avatar of lust moved fast, backing away from the demon and donning a robe while stammering the dumbest excuse he could think of at that moment. "Mc... It's not what it seems." He said after so much stuttering, his face visibly desperate. Asmo no longer had a pretty voice in your ears, irritating and loud, drawing out each syllable as he prayed for help, for something to happen that would take your attention away from him. "I can explain, my love. Don't look at me like that... Please, angel."
 But you decided to focus on the other demon who was covering themself with the sheet on the bed, smiling cheekily in your direction as if they didn't mind your presence. It was excruciating to wonder what that being in front of you had that you lacked, as obviously there had to be a reason Asmo cheated on you.
"Mc, say something!" He asked in an annoying whisper.
 But all you could feel was rage running through your veins, a rage so great that the Satan's pact in your body was glowing green and your eyes followed every move your ex made. He was only a few feet away from you and he seemed to want to get closer to wrap you in his sweaty arms, the smell of sex wafting off him repulsively and with every step he took you took two more back. You didn't want contact with him, you didn't want anything else, and every moment in there felt like a moment when your sanity slipped away and you were consumed by something else.
You always knew you were in hell, surrounded by demons, but just at that moment, this place that was your second home looked like a real hell.
"Cheater, I didn't come to interrupt you. I came to give you this fucking shit I spent three hours doing like an idiot, I sincerely hope you choke and die while eating it. Goodbye."
The box of cupcakes landed at his feet, icing all over the carpet. And you watched the year you spent with him fade away with that gift, destroyed, stained by lies and all the promises that would never see the light of day. You felt stupid trusting him and giving him your heart. Maybe if you'd listened to the warnings from former exes, maybe if you'd thought a little harder you wouldn't be feeling all of this. Finally you turned to leave when he didn't respond, looking your way then at the cupcakes and then at the other demon he was fucking a few minutes ago, probably thinking about his ruined reputation.
Fists shaking with rage and tears almost running down your face, trying to breathe, trying to see something beyond the red.
"My angel, you are being unreasonable!" He shouted from the door. And that, my friend, caused you to snap and your entire vision was consumed by red, you don't normally confront people, but face to face with the demon that broke your heart you looked at him like he was a germ on the bottom of your shoe. "Give me a chance to explain myself."
"Let's get one thing straight, sweetie, I'm not your angel anymore. It's not hard to understand, your poor brain must understand something like that. Or are you just a pretty face?" Looking deep into his eyes you continued, filled with certainty that if you didn't say everything you needed to now, you would regret it later. "And another thing, I'm not blind, I saw what happened, I smell what happened, all the evidence is here and I wonder how your brothers will think of you after this news."
"Leave my brothers out of this!" He half-screamed, half-whispered, scared at the possibility. And threw himself at you, causing you to hit your back against the wall and glare at him. "Don't tell them anything!"
You barely managed to suppress the laughter that rose in your throat, pushing him away. "They will know yes, it's their right to know how dear brother ruined his relationship with their favorite human."
     Asmo tried to retort, holding you tighter to stop you from leaving his room. But you punched him. And he in shock held his face, shedding tears as he looked at you, almost as if you were the traitor. Surely all the other demons he betrayed should have forgiven him, should have listened to him tell lies about how it would never happen again and that he loved them. But not you, you had a broken heart and a good rationale, if he loved you he wouldn't do this.
"Let him go, you don't love him, Asmodeus. And you know it." The other demon called out to him, legs still rubbing against each other as they looked at him expectantly. And you signaled him with your eyes, letting out a sneer.
"Yeah, Asmodeus, go play with your little toy. Don't you see how needy they are?"
With that said, you left his room taking a deep breath and clenching your fists so you wouldn't attack them both. Maybe demons and humans shouldn't really co-exist if they're all the same: they take, they take, and they're never satisfied until they've taken all they can. And even then, they keep taking it until there's nothing left but dust.
"Luke, Solomon, we have to go." You announced as you passed through the music room, successfully silencing the animated conversation they were having with the brothers with your stern tone of voice and frightening expression. The green in Satan's pact already told him that something very wrong had happened when you went to deliver your gift, something worse than annoyance if he didn't like it.
But neither Satan nor one of the brothers decided to question you right away, they let you collect your thoughts first. And Beel offered you a strawberry-flavored chewing gum, trying to stop the tremors in your hands and ease the tension in your shoulders. And even that chewing gum in his mouth tasted bitter.
"He didn't like it?" The little angel asked innocently, holding your hand as he looked at you with his expressive blue eyes, fearful.
You suppressed the torrent of negative feelings, took a deep breath and forced another smile. "He did something really, really bad and now I don't want to see him. Never again if that's possible."
That got the attention of the other brothers. Mammon was the first to step forward, expression already darkening as he asked. "What did he do, Mc?"
"What do you think he did?" Levi mumbled as if it were obvious, nodding at your watery eyes discreetly. "Asshole... even by his standards."
You didn't need to confirm anything. Your silence was answer enough to clear all of their doubts, to fill them with indignation and, in Satan's case, share your rage. And their gaze on you wasn't helping with the pressure and pain on you, about how you wanted to cry hysterically and still punch Asmo in the face again, and again and again until he could see what a disappointment he was in front of the huge mirror that worshiped his reflection.
And Solomon hugged your tense shoulders to demonstrate that you weren't alone, his wise eyes emanating an anger similar to someone who's been in the same situation. "Mc, it's gonna be okay. I promise you." He said.
"A betrayed trust cannot be mended, remember?" You lowered your eyes to the ground, took a deep breath, trying to find good words to explain the pain that spread throughout your chest, that made your lungs ache for air and choke your throat with sobs. "I... I just wish he would have said... That he would have ended things if he wasn't happy, wouldn't it be better?"
It would be better, but that was too much to expect from someone like Asmodeus. From one who lives to break hearts and delight only in what a momentary pleasure can bring, instead of caring about the important memories shared with the people he lives with, that he loves. Because he didn't just cheat on you, but his brothers too who you knew had a crush on you. He lost everyone's trust and he knew it.
"Sorry guys, but I want to leave. I can't stay here, not like this and I don't know if I'm capable of coming back."
Lucifer nodded. Unhappy, stern and holding back from marching into his brother's room and giving him the worst punishment he could think of at that moment. The older brother lowered his head. "There are no words capable of expressing how sorry I am for the pain caused by him, Mc. I honestly don't even know what to say, please go home, let your heart heal, we'll come to you if you need us."
"And I'll make sure that... That demon doesn't come near you or contact you." Mammon assured, seriously. He cupped your face between his warm hands and placed a kiss on your forehead, wiping away the tears that welled up in your eyes with his thumbs. And then he nodded at Solomon.
"I can make him have nightmares every night." Belphie was muttering under his breath, but you could hear him just fine. His human and demon form alternating every second, his tail swinging in the air aggressively as the youngest brother stared at the family portrait. Specifically Asmo's face, hanging on the wall. "You know MC, I can give you the best dreams of your life, just tell me what your heart desires and every night it will receive."
"I don't understand what's going on, but we have to go!" Luke squeezed your hand and pointed to the portal Solomon had conjured, behind you. The displayed place was far from Purgatory Hall, it was your favorite place in the human world, the place that gave you more comfort than anything and more than anything in the world you wanted to go there now.
Satan gave you the push you needed to finally move and your feet guided you there, away from them and the source of your pain. To get one step closer to healing your heart and repairing the damage he has done.
"Solomon, Luke, take care of him for us." Beel asked softly but firmly. He clutched his stomach between his hands, visibly uncomfortable with the atmosphere that had settled in the music room. Everyone was so full of mixed feelings about what happened.
And with a wave you two were gone. And it was for the best that the three of you left because the fight that broke out in the House of Lamentation wasn't something you needed to witness.
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deadricslover · 2 years
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"my heaven on earth"
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here's my Masterlist!
he is so fucking attractive omg
a/n: not my gif! I got this as a request but I deleted it on accident😬. your requests are so good and because of that I would never tell u f off. maybe we should team up? im kidding don't worry. Was this a trope in a book? I think it was.
If you're in a relationship like the reader in this then please don't hesitate to get help. like Bruce says towards the end of this 'you have a right to be sad, even if he can't see that his behaviour is hurting you then that's enough'. that will make more sense when you read it lol. there are so many people or there for you so there's no need not to go to them <;3
summary: Richard is your soon to be ex boyfriend who has a tendency to act out and make you feel bad about yourself. One night you have had enough of it and decide to leave him for good this time, you don't have any other option but to go to your best friend Bruce for comfort and boy that is what he gave you.
warnings: mental abuse, angst, body dysmorphia, use of y/n, sexism, body shaming, language, pet names, pls tell me if I missed anything!
pairings: bale!Bruce Wayne X fem! reader. oc!ex bf X fem!reader
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Lord, you adored your boyfriend, Richard. He was great in every way. In every way, from setting up dates, prioritizing you, in bed and everything else that comes with being in a partnership. You'd go to any length for him, and he'd reciprocate. You'd say meeting him was the most memorable experience of your life.
But you also despised him. Every blood cell in his body, every word he said, every strand of hair on his head, his odour, practically everything about that jerk. Your relationship with Richard was so perplexing; one minute you despised his guts, the next you loved him and felt sorry for him because of all you said to him in the previous argument. Nobody knew about it, you didn't know who to turn to for help, and even if you did, you'd think you were being dramatic because maybe this is how a normal relationship works. 'No matter how big or small, if it's making you feel that horrible, it has to be fixed' your best friend, Bruce, used to say when you're sad. You had no idea what you had done to deserve him. You couldn't talk to Bruce about Richard since he knew him and might not believe you.
You were currently waiting for Richard to return from who knows where to his flat. There was no need for him to be angry with you tonight because you had cleaned the place and made dinner. So you thought. When the stench of burning touched your nose, you panicked and dashed over to check the timer, only to discover you had set it for ten hours instead of one. How did you do that? The dish had been baking for about two hours. Is it possible to save it? No way, because the bottom of the oven pasta you cooked had turned black and crunchy. The front door flew open at precisely the right moment.
"People are such jerks," he screams, slamming his keys on the table and pausing for a moment to catch his breath and re-compose himself. Your fear grows as you realize he could turn on you.
"Welcome home," you say with your back to him, trying not to make any assumptions. People can be angry for a short period of time, right? Richard, apparently not. He takes his hands away from his face and asks
"Baby, what's the smell?"
"Oh, silly me just burned dinner. It's not a big problem. we can order takeout."
"Take out?! again?! Do you want me getting fat?! Get a life, I don't want to look like you." Angry, he says, hurting your feelings over again. You think you'd get used to this, but you really don't. Each time it feels like your heart gets ripped out over and over again and in your eyes, you gain five pounds each time too.
"Fine. What do you want?" You turn around, visibly irritated.
"I don't know! While men are at work, women are supposed to take care of dinner! Not burn it and starve me! "He says loudly, startling you and making you fear that there will be another fallout. Goosebumps rise on your skin as your eyes expand slightly in panic. You're not sure what came over you at the time, but something did, and you regret it deeply.
"that's it. Richard, I'm sick to death of you constantly making me feel like shit! You treat me as though I'm useless, and I hate it."
"Do I? yeah? Sounds familiar, right? kinda similar to how you treat yourself maybe?" He says this as he approaches your face, crouching down slightly to reach your level. That was an experience you'd never forget. Tears welled up in your eyes from anguish and hurt, but mostly from disbelief. You know what Richard is like, but you never expected him to go that far. But then again, with him, you never know.
"Are you fucking crying?! Are you fucking kidding me? Grown ass woman crying over the smallest thing. Woman, I'm just telling you the truth and if you can't handle that then you're weaker than I ever fucking thought" He continues to rant. You're trying to block out his snide remarks, but the next stage of Richard's meltdowns usually has you feeling sorry for him. You do your hardest not to listen in, but it's difficult with Richard because he's so loud. How come your neighbors haven't phoned 911 or even been over to see if we're all right every fucking night when the screaming starts? I'm at a loss for words, I haven't a clue.
"yeah, Dick, I have a reason to cry, like usual! You, the meanest fucker on the planet, are continuously hurting my feelings, dragging me down, and making me feel worthless. I'm done with this bullshit; I couldn't care less. Do whatever you want with me; I'm leaving." You vehemently exclaim. He hates it when you call him dick but it's the perfect time for it isn't it. You've tried to leave before, but he always finds a way to keep you or force you to return. You never left, whether it was 'weeping' or seducing you. Until Now. You dash to your room, grabbing your wallet, shoes, and jacket before pushing past Richard and racing out the door, ignoring his pleadings and begs.
You made it out of the building and onto the sidewalk without him chasing you down or shouting at you from his window to stay. You didn't know where to go. For the first time in your life, you were at a loss. You had no idea what to do next because it was incredibly late and you knew there would be no coffee shops open to let you camp there and to figure out your next move. Going to your family was out of the question because they were too far away and you also didn't want to bother them or them asking what was going on and why you were here. A thought occurred to you. Bruce. He is usually out at ungodly hours, but you couldn't risk it. But what other option did you have? You begin walking with only yourself and your thoughts, making your way to The all-too-familiar Wayne tower. Once you reach your destination through the dark streets and past the odd cat meowing at you, you take a deep breath and gather strength for the knock you'll make on the door a few moments after. The door swings open to Bruce in a hoodie, clearly already awake before your arrival.
"Y/n. what are you doing here? It's the middle of the night"
"i'm sorry" you squeak out and he instantly knows your sad.
" Come inside and get a blanket, the heater's not working so they're the only source of warmth I have right now" he says, his voice tired and gravelly.
Bruce couldnt piece together what it was but he knew you needed comforting. So that's what he's going to give you. He saw it was you standing infront of the door through the window so he did something rash and turned off the heater on the way to the door so it would give him an exuse to be closer to you in hopes of giving you some comfort without instantly hugging you like he wanted so desperately to do.
"Sorry for barging in this early in the morning" you squeak out still not having the energy to say anything louder.
"I enjoy your company at all hours, Y/n. It's actually perfect, I was up anyway and bored for something to do and you being here is the best thing for that" He tells you the truth somehow mysteriously knowing exactly what you needed to hear. Tears welled in your eyes at the comment and you couldn't help but let them form. Bruce saw this and immediately stepped forward to give you the most comforting hug possible, Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, you reciprocating the action around his waist while he places his chin on top of your hair nuzzling his nose into your locks letting you sob quietly for a few moments. Bruce slowly brings the two of you over to the couch sitting down where he was previously alone and tucks the blanket around you, taking the wallet and phone out of your hands and placing them on the coffee table before removing your jacket for added comfort. Moments more go by and his natural scent is slowly comforting you and calming you down. Bruce knew this too, so he slowly stopped planting gentle kisses to your head and moved his head back to see your puffy face.
"You wanna tell me what's up? Why your pretty face is stained with tears?" he enquires gently with a soft face filled with remorse.
"It's nothing I'm just being dramatic" you reply knowing already that he is going to say something your middle aged mom would say when your were younger.
"sweetheart, if it's bothering you that much then it's clearly not nothing. You can talk to me" he says as he starts rubbing circles on your upper arm with his thumb
"No, really it's ok I just had nowhere else to go"
"No where else to go? could you not go home to Richard?" he asks confused. A wave of panic washes over you when he asks this because you would have no reason not to go home usually. You stare at Bruce in thought for a few moments trying to come up with ideas for a lie, but nothing pops into mind.
"Y/n, Why couldn't you go back to Richard?" He says as his face drops in realisation. Notice how he didn't say 'home' he said 'back to Richard?'. I have no problem going home, as long as Richard isn't there.
"I...uhm...it's- it's complicated you wouldn't understand" you stall in thought
"oh, hon. I think I do" His eyes now glimmer with sadness. You shake your head in response not being able to form a sentence right now in fear you will fuel Bruce's theories that are completely correct. This is exactly why you didn't want to come here, Bruce would feel bad, hate Richard and possibly go after him. You hated putting this on Bruce but then again you had nobody or nowhere else to go. He grabs you and gently pulls you in cautious that you may not be up for any more physical touch.
"y/n, does Richard scare you?" he asks gently to which you nod your head hesitantly
"well, does he hurt you... mentally or physically?" he continues to which again you just nod.
"both?" he asks in disbelief. You shake your head and back away to look at his face
"no" you squeak out
"then, which one?" you can't even think about it any more so you just break down again feeling like you're annoying Bruce with this whole situation
"I need to hear you say it, sweets" he presses.
you explain with heaps of hesitation what was going on and Bruce's reaction to it all was the hardest part to endure. His lips turned downwards as his eyes started to fill with tears. He looked like a sad lost puppy. His dark eyebrows furrowing in sadness and confusion, him stopping drawing circles on your upward bent knee when he takes in a new piece of information that kept getting worse as the story went on. But overall Bruce listened the entire time comforting you but also not pressuring you to talk about it as he knows that you may not feel up to it right now. He seems to have restricted his physical touch on you because he's not sure if you're completely comfortable with it. He couldn't even imagine that someone would want to do something like that- especially to you! In Bruce's eyes you are the most perfect human being, inside and out. You're bubbly, kind personality boosting your physical appearance was the most comforting presence to him and seeing that all of that has been broken down by someone boils his blood, but most of all makes him feel endless amounts of pity towards you. When you are ending your paragraph, Bruce sees that you are fiddling with the seam of your hoodie sleeve while stalling and not telling him the next part straight away. He realises that this is something you want to keep to yourself for a bit so he respects that and interrupts your jumble of nonsense.
"you don't have to." he coos softly as his left hand that is draped over the back of the couch behind you plays with your hair lightly.
"You have no idea how sorry for you I am, petal. But I'm so so proud of you that you got away from him and told me about it, because that must have been so hard to do. It must have taken so much bravery that I know you have because you are one of the strongest people I know and I applaud you for that. Why didn't you come to me sooner?" you can hear his voice quivering in sadness although he tries to mask it for your sake.
"I don't want you feeling sorry for me, Bruce. But telling someone about a situation like this is unbelievably hard to do. And I thought maybe I was being overly sensitive about it and th-" Bruce had to take a second to process what you just said. He couldn't believe that you would even think that.
"Hey. No. You are not being sensitive about any of this. What you just told me showed how big of an asshole he is, you are definitely not being overdramatic. Why would you even think that?! And even if none of what you just told me was true --which it is-- you have a right to be sad, if he can't see that his behaviour is hurting you then that's enough." God, you were thankful you had someone as perfect as Bruce in your life. If you didn't you had no idea what you would do, you were unbelievably lucky to have him.
"I love you, Bruce, thank you for everything"
"I love you so much more. There's no need to be thankful, anybody would do this for their favourite person" he replies melting your heart for the one thousandth time.
"You can take my bed, I'll stay on the couch. Okay?" he inquires hearing your uneven, lazy breaths and seeing your yawns
"No, I couldn't ask you to do that. I'll go back home it's alright. He's probably asleep now" you try to reason but Bruce was not having it.
"No. That is not happening. I will go over tomorrow to get your stuff and you are going to stay here with me, you never have to see that bastard ever again. You hear me?" wow, he's perfect. You put on a thankful face and throw yourself forward for a hug which he instantly reciprocates and squeezed you slightly, kissing the top of your head.
"Promise me two things?" you ask in hope
"anything" he responds
"one. you don't beat him up when you go over tomorrow." you state which earns a heartfelt soft laugh from him. feeling his vibrations from the sound and the way his body moved when he let it out was one of the best feelings.
"no promises. He did make my heaven on earth feel miserable" he had to stop this or else you're going to fall in love with him....................
"I'm serious, Wayne. And second. You stay with me in your bed. I don't want to be alone. I already felt so alone before this so."
"of course, my love. anything for you." right there and then you felt safe. you knew everything would be ok and Bruce would be there for you no matter what happens like the god he is.
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