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arlana-likes-to-write · 8 months

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Marry Me

Summary: Once upon a time, you dreamed of marrying your girlfriend of two years but she broke up with you before you had the chance to ask her for her hand. Now with a wedding invitation in your hand, she's getting married but she's not marrying you.

Pairings: Past!Wanda Maximoff x reader, Yelena Belova x reader

Warnings: mention of cheating, angst with a happy ending, modern AU, no powers/Avengers, Starks aren't dead and decent parents lol

Word Count: 4.4k

‘Together with their families Wanda and Vision invite you to their wedding,’ the world around you seemed to become white noise. You didn’t hear your roommate talk about some guy that stood her up or the weatherman talking about the weather. Nothing else seemed to matter. “Are you listening to me?” No, you weren’t. That’s what you wanted to say but you stayed frozen, unable to speak. Sarah snatched the invitation out of your hand. You didn’t bother to stop her. “No fucking way this bitch invited you to her wedding,” Sarah had strong feelings about the ending of your relationship with Wanda. She had every right to be upset as she was the one to mend the broken pieces. “Are you going?”

“Fuck Sarah I don’t know,” you glanced at the time on the stove. “And I do not have time for this.” You were supposed to have a quick lunch at home and then return to the office for a meeting with important investors. Being blindsided by an invite to your ex-girlfriend’s wedding was something you didn’t have time for. “I have to go. Just leave it on the fridge,” you grabbed your backpack. Lunch was a protein bar and a banana.

“Hey, dumbass,” you stopped at the door, turning to face your roommate. “I love you.” You rolled your eyes.

“Love you too, dumbass.” You walked out of your apartment, not bothering with the elevator. It was a beautiful sunny day, a stark contrast to the emotions that were swirling inside of you. Once upon a time, you dreamed of marrying Wanda. You were together for 2 years and knew every detail of how she wanted the wedding to be. It would be out in the country, not too many people to save on money. Maybe on an apple orchard or magnolia trees surrounding the ceremony. You would have given her everything, no matter the cost, and you were looking at rings to buy. Then she broke up with you. It was rather sudden, out of the blue, and she never gave you a good enough explanation. She told you that she fell out of love with you. A month later, she and Vision started dating. Sarah figured she was cheating on you. You couldn’t stomach that possibility.

“Nice of you to finally show up,” Tony said as the elevator’s door opened to his office. You rolled your eyes and sat down in the empty chair in front of his desk. You gave Pepper a small smile.

“I’m technically early,” you opened the protein bar. “I got distracted at home.” Tony sent a questioning look to his wife.

“Do you want-?”

“No,” you cut him off. “Let’s begin.” You got out your tablet and the meeting began without a second thought. You were the Chief Entrepreneur of Stark Industries. Your parents were close friends with the Starks and you and Tony grew up together. He was the brother you never had. So when Howard stepped down as Executive Chairman, Tony took over and promoted Pepper to CEO and you to Chief Entrepreneur. You were responsible for managing a portfolio of entrepreneurs. Your team was the future of Stark Industries, taking on risks and coming up with new products while Pepper ran the company. You didn’t envy her job and you loved working here. It was the best part of your day. However, it got uncomfortable and awkward when you had to deal with the CFO, who happened to be Vision and Tony’s brother.

They weren’t related by blood but you knew that made no difference, you were close with Natasha and Yelena. Howard and Maria adopted Vision when you and Tony were in high school. He was two years younger than you. You remembered the day when Vision and Wanda announced their relationship so clearly. Tony dragged you into his office and asked if you wanted him to fire Vision and kick his ass. You told him that it wasn’t necessary. You were professional and respectful with the man. It was rare that your paths crossed. You only had to be in the same room as him during company-wide meetings or meetings with investors. Of course, you had one today. The universe was testing you.

Once Tony concluded the meeting, you and Pepper left his office. It was rare that he came to these types of meetings as he trusted you and Pepper to make the right calls regarding the company. You both stopped to make a quick coffee. “Can I ask you something?” She nodded. “Are you helping Wanda with her wedding?”

“She’s asked me for some advice here and there,” she looked at you curiously. “Why?”

“Do you know why she invited me then?” In hindsight, you probably should have waited for the CEO to not be taking a sip of her coffee before dropping the news. She coughed, choking on the hot liquid. You bite your lip, trying to get your laughter under control, and rubbed her back to help her calm down. “Sorry.” You giggled. She waved you off and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

“It’s fine,” she cleared her throat. “She invited you to her wedding.” You nodded as you continued on your way to the board room.

“I got the invitation today,” you said. “It was why I was late, kind of took me by surprise.” You took a sip of your coffee.

“Shit, I don’t blame you,” you giggled. You loved Pepper. She was a perfect fit for Tony. She was the only one that could reel in your brother’s energy. “Are you going to go?” You didn’t answer. “Tony is Vision’s best man and I know Wanda asked Natasha to be her maid of honor.” You weren’t surprised by that. Natasha was the reason Wanda was part of your workgroup and how you met her. The redhead held onto a lot of guilt because of what happened. You didn’t blame her.

“Not sure, Pep. We will see,” you saw Yelena and Natasha waiting for you and you quickened your pace. Natasha was the Chief of Staff and the first person you hired when you got promoted. She helped you manage executive goals and you trusted her to oversee projects you didn’t have time for. You worried when your relationship ended with Wanda your friendship would the redhead was going to be jeopardized. It wasn’t and a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. “Are you ready?” You asked Yelena when you got closer. The blonde was the reason you were having the meeting. She was a new hire but there was no limit to the ideas she had. Her latest project would partner Stark Industries with Wakandans International to develop a better prosthetic.

“I think I’m going to throw up,” her Russian accent took you by surprise when you first met her as Natasha introduced her as her sister. You laughed, shaking your head.

“Don’t be nervous,” she gave you a pointed look. “Come here,” you dragged her away from her sister and Pepper to a more private area. “You are going to kill it today. Do you know why?” She shook her head. “Because you have a passionate for this project on a level I’ve never seen before,” she began to smile. “And you have the support of everyone at this company, okay?”

“Okay,” you smiled.

“Just go in there and speak with the same passion you had when you explained it to me and you’ll do great.”

“Thank you. I appreciate you having some much faith in me,” you put your hand on her shoulder and squeezed it.

“No need to thank me,” you brought her back over to her sister with her hand still on her shoulder. You didn’t miss the questioning look the redhead sent you and you removed your hand quickly. “Shall we?” You opened the door for your group and everyone found their seats to wait for the others.

The meeting went…okay. You introduced everyone to Shuri, T’Challa, and Okoye. You’ve spoken to the trip on the phone but it was nice to meet them in person. Yelena began to present her research and the importance of the partnership but Vision questioned every little thing to an annoying degree. You understood it was his job to understand how this would affect the company financially however it was starting to piss you off. Even Yelena knew he was getting on your nerves as you tirelessly defended everyone in your group. The glares he was sending your way weren’t helping. Was there trouble in paradise?

In the end, the deal was signed and work with the Wakandans could being. Plus, you didn’t murder your ex’s fiance so it was a win-win in your book.

You loved when a new deal was signed. It meant an influx of projects for your team to work on and more people to help. But the first day was meant with paperwork, scheduling, and delegating responsibilities. And meetings. So many meetings. You were tired, hungry, and in desperate need of a beer. You were putting on your headphones as you exited the elevator and headed for the door but a voice calling out your name caused you to stop. It was a voice you knew so well. “Wanda,” you said as your ex-girlfriend approached you. She looked good, wearing a long dress that touched the ground. Her hands were resting in front of her and she was playing with the rings that were on her fingers. A tale sign of her anxiety. “What are you doing here?” You questioned.

“Waiting for Vision,” Right. Of course, she was. That was a stupid question. “He said you and Yelena closed on a big deal.”

“We did,” you said. “Yelena did a majority of the work. I just guided her in the right direction.” You saw a strange emotion flash across her eyes. It was gone as quickly as it came so you couldn’t place it.

“Well congratulations,” you smiled as your thanks. An awkward beat of silence passed between you two. God, you didn’t know how to get out of this conversation. “Did you get your invitation?”

“Uh yes, I did,” Great. This is exactly where you didn’t want this conversation to go. “It was beautifully designed.” It wasn’t a total lie, you just had no memory of what it looked as you stared at the tagline - ‘Wanda and Vision invite you.’ Wanda and Vision. She wanted to get married but she wasn’t marrying you.

“Do you think-” your name being called out cut her off and you turned towards the sound. It was Yelena. You didn’t realize the blonde was still at the office and you never been more excited to see her.

“Ugh,” she groaned. “I didn’t think you were going to wait for me.” She said as she got closer. “Oh hi, Wanda.” The blonde plastered a fake smile on her face.

“Hi Yelena,” the smile on Wanda’s face was strained. Yelena looked at you.

“Ready to go get drinks?” Drinks? Her green eyes said a lot more than her simple statement. She was giving you an out. You made a mental note to increase her yearly bonus.

“I am,” you smiled at your ex. “It was good seeing you, Wanda. I’ll see you around.”

“Of course,” she said. “Congratulations, again. You both deserve to celebrate.” Yelena linked her arm with yours.

“Bye Wands,” the blonde dragged you to the door. When you both stepped outside and you were out of sight, Yelena dropped her arm. “Boy, you could feel the tension in the lobby.” You let out a relieved sigh.

“Thank you for the save,” you said. “I owe you one.” She shrugged.

“Don’t mention it. I do it a lot for Kate and America when we go out. It’s second nature,” she started to smile. Oh, that smile was trouble. “Buuuut, if you want to make it up to me I know of a bar that is close by. We do have something to celebrate.”

“Hmm,” you placed your hand on your chin pretending to think. “I don’t think we have anything to celebrate,” you teased. “And I am pretty tired.” You faked a yawn.

“Suka (bitch),” you pushed on your shoulder. You gasped.

“That is assault,” you said. “I’m calling HR.” Yelena rolled her eyes.

“Are we going or not?”

“Lead the way, printsessa (princess),” you bowed. She laughed, throwing her head back at your pathetic attempt at Russian. You liked the sound of it.

“I still can’t believe you are going to this stupid wedding,” Sarah said through Face time. You sighed as you put your tie underneath the collar of your shirt. “And you didn’t even bring me.”

“I didn’t have a plus one,” that was 100% on purpose. The last thing Wanda would have wanted was for your best friend that wasn’t her number 1 fan to come to her wedding. “What else was I supposed to do? Tony closed the office because everyone was invited and you are visiting family.” You weren’t going to sit at home and be depressed. At least some of your friends were going to be there, but most importantly Yelena. “You put your jacket on. “How do I look?” You were in an all-gray suit with a white shirt. The only pop of color came from your tie.

“Hot,” Sarah said. “Damn if I were into chicks I’d grab you.” You rolled your eyes.

“Thanks,” you sighed, looking down at the watch Howard gave you for your 18th birthday. “I better get going. I’ll text you after the ceremony.”

“Good luck!” You ended the call. You were going to need more than you, what you needed was at least 5 shots.

The ceremony was in an apple orchard. It appeared the happy couple rented out the inn and the orchard for a private wedding. You were handed confetti as you approached the rows of seats. There were small groups of people, all of them you knew, waiting for the ceremony to begin. You saw Pepper, who sent you a small wave. You waved back and sat in the back row at the end of the row. Thankfully, no one came up to you to talk because you weren’t in the talking mood. Instead, you played with the watch on your wrist. “Well,” you looked towards the voice and saw Howard Stark. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

“Mr. Stark,” you stood up, holding out your hand for him to shake. The man rolled his eyes and pulled you into a hug.

“Please. I changed your diapers when you were a kid,” you felt your body heat up in embarrassment. “Drop the act, kid, it makes me feel old,” you smiled and sat down, leaving the end seat for him. “How are you? You don’t come by the house anymore.” That was true. You didn’t want to run into Wanda or Vision by chance.

“I’ve been busy,” you told him. “Your son is running me ragged.” It was the furthest thing from the truth but it pulled a laugh out of the older man.

“It was the best decision that boy has ever made promoting you and Pepper,” you smiled. “But how are you?” He asked again. “How is this?” He placed a gentle hand on your heart. You sighed, looking at the ceremony. This was going to be you, marrying Wanda but she picked someone else.

“Tired, Howard, if I’m being honest. I feel a little lost,” he nodded. You knew the man would never judge you. He’s seen you at your lowest point when you found out your parents were killed in a car accident. You were in a meeting with him and Tony when Maria came in to tell you. Losing them broke you but the Starks were there to catch you. It was why it hurt so much that it was Vision who started dating Wanda.

“I always told my boys to go after what they wanted, I never expected that advice to hurt someone I considered a daughter,” your breath hitched. You always so him as a father-like figured but hearing him call you his daughter brought tears to your eyes. You looked at the archway. You didn’t blame him. “But,” he grabbed onto your shoulder. “You will have your love story that will arrival that of your parents and I can’t wait to see it,” you fought the tears that threatened to fall. “You will always be a Stark, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered.

“Now I must be going but we will drink at the bar,” he stood up fixing his tie. “I believe I’m paying for it so drinks are on me.” You laughed, whipping away a tear.

“Thank you, Howard,” he gave you a salute and got ready for the ceremony. Folding your hands you sat back and watched as the seats began to fill. Soft music began to play and you were going to need a drink after this.

You took a glance at the seating chart. Table 3 with Natasha, Bucky, and Yelena. You were grateful she did that for you. Did you look like an alcoholic as you were the first one to the bar? Probably but you didn’t care. Besides you knew everyone at this wedding and it wasn’t like you were here to impress anyone. You ordered a strawberry mojito and waited for your drink as the rest of the guests filed in. “You know,” you turned to face Yelena as she walked over to you. She was wearing a light green full-length dress. It had a deep v-neck and a slit that went up to her thigh. Her blonde hair was braided. “I did not believe my sister when she said you’d RSVP but here you are.” She ordered herself a long island.

“Yelena,” you said. “You look gorgeous.” The compliment flowed so easily off your lips. You liked the blush that crept up on her cheeks.

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” she fixed the collar of your shirt. “How did you enjoy the ceremony?” She got her drink from the bartender.

“I’m glad to be drinking,” you said, holding out your arm. She took it and you walked her over to your table. The blonde laughed.

“Well, it’s an open bar. So let’s drink till our heart’s content.”

The reception was fun. The first dance was beautiful and speeches made by Tony and Pietro made you laugh. But if you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t paying attention. You found yourself watching Yelena. You weren’t sure when your feelings shifted for the blonde. Since the partnership with the Wakandans, you and she spent late nights at the office. Those nights were filled with laughter, stories, and dreams shared, and stressing over upcoming deadlines. For the first time since your breakup with Wanda, you felt free. Even Tony said something about your mode change.

Natasha sat down next to you with another drink. “I love that you’ve moved on from Wanda,” she handed you the drink. “But can you stop undressing my sister in front of me?” You jumped, startled by the accusation.

“Nat, shit, I’m sorry,” her laughter cut your nervous rambling off. “That’s not funny,” you whined, taking a sip of your drink. It was a lot stronger than your other ones. You wondered if she made it herself.

“I think it’s hilarious,” she leaned back in her chair. “So are you going to ask her out or just stare at her all night?” You groaned, rubbing your hands across your face.

“I don’t know,” your eyes immediately went back to the blonde. She was standing with Kate and Carol. The brunette must have said something funny because she laughed. God, she was beautiful. She must have felt eyes on her because she looked around until her green eyes found you. She waved and you waved back.

“Look, I’m going to intervene because I love you both. She likes you so make a move,” you looked at the redhead, trying to find any sense that she was messing with you. But you found none.

“Are you sure okay with this?” You questioned. “Because if you aren’t I will ignore my feelings for her,” Natasha put her hand on your shoulder.

“She will treat you better than Wanda,” she squeezed. “And if she does anything to hurt you. I won’t hesitate to kill her.” You covered your mouth as you laughed to now draw attention to you. “Go be happy.” You stood up, grabbing your drink.

“Thank you,” you began to walk over to the blonde. You were nervous. If she was going to allow you to date her, it would be different than dating Wanda. You worked with her, you were technically her superior. If it ended as badly, it could affect the work dynamic. But you couldn’t think like that. You had to take it one step at a time.

“Hi,” Wanda stepped in front of you. She changed out of her wedding dress and into a shorter one. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you all night.”

“Must be hard being the woman of the hour,” you took a sip of your drink and locked eyes with Yelena over Wanda’s shoulder. You gave her a reassuring smile. Wanda chuckled, sipping on her drink. It wasn’t her normal cocktail, which was strange unless being with Vision changed her that much.

“Do you have a minute to talk?” You didn’t but you nodded. She led you to a balcony, and your surprise there was no one out there. She leaned her back against the metal railing. Her hands were on her stomach, playing with the wedding ring. It hit you. The drink wasn’t alcoholic, her hands on her stomach. You took a sip of your drink.

“Your pregnant,” you said. She almost dropped her glass.

“How did-” she cut herself off with a laugh. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” You moved to stand next to her. “It was impossible to keep things from you.” ‘I guess you found a way,’ you wanted to say but you bite your tongue.

“How long?”

“2 months,” That was why they got together so quickly. That was why the engagement came out of nowhere. She cheated on you. Your stomach dropped. “Y/n-” she went to touch your arm but you jerked away from her.

“Don’t,” you hissed. “Don’t try to justify your cheating on me.” Oh, Sarah was going to have a field day with this. You took a deep breath in and slowly let it out, trying to keep your emotions at bay. “Are you happy?” It took a moment for her to reply.

“I am,” you nodded.

“Then go be happy with Vision and I’ll be happy with someone else. Have a nice life.” You turned to leave.

“With Yelena,” you didn’t like how she said her name. A hint of dislike and jealousy. When you faced her she was already looking at you. That same look was in her eyes that night in the lobby. She was jealous and possessive. Oh, it was comical.

“Don’t say her name like that,” you said, closing the gap between you and your ex. “Do you want to know the difference between me and you? You moved on while we were still together and didn’t have the guts to call it off because you slept with someone else. You have no right to be jealous over something you have no claim to. See around Wanda,” You waved over your shoulder as you walked back into the party. Drowning the rest of your drink, you saw that Yelena was still talking to Kate but America joined them. You through your cup away and walked over to the trio. You placed your hand on Yelena’s back as you approached them. The blonde looked at you, smiling. “Mind if I burrow her?” Kate and America smirked at each other.

“She’s all yours,” you thank them and moved your hand into hers, leading her out of the party. She squeezed your hand every few seconds, singling she was still with you. Finally, you stepped outside.

“I was going to give you 5 more minutes with her before I went and saved you,” you smiled, bringing her closer to you. She set her drink on the table. God, she was gorgeous. The lights danced in her green eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked the urge was becoming too strong to ignore.

“Please,” she whispered. You connected your lips with hers without a moment’s hesitation. Her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer to her. You felt her smile against your lips. Soon you pulled away but you kept her close, feeling her breath against your lips and her heartbeat racing. “I’m sorry about Wanda.” The mention of your ex snapped you out of your haze.

“Did you know?” She looked away, glancing at the reception through the window. But you gently placed a finger underneath her chin to look at you.

“I did but I’m not even sure if Natasha and Tony know and I thought she told you,” she was working herself into a panic attack. You brushed your nose against hers and captured her lips in a quick kiss. She calmed down. “I caught them at the office. It was late like so fucking late,” you chuckled. “I wasn’t sure what the hell I stumbled on. I think you were with Tony on a business trip to Japan,” you remembered that trip. You didn’t want to go as you and Wanda were planning on going to visit her family. “I’m sorry.” You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or her being so close, you weren’t sure why she was apologizing. But that brain power was for the future, sober you to figure out.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” that much you knew. You didn’t blame her. “We’re okay.” She let out a sigh. “Do you want to get out of here?” A playful smirk formed on her lips.

“I’ve been waiting all night for you to ask.”

Wanda stood in her kitchen, listening to her twins playing with their toys with the TV on with the latest episode of Bluey, as she flipped through the mail. A majority of it was junk mail; magazines she didn’t remember signing up for or ads trying to get her to buy something. Her fingers stopped on an envelope addressed to her and Vision written in beautiful writing. She ripped it open and stared at the invitation, ‘You are invited to the wedding of Yelena and Y/n, with a reception to follow.’

Part 2

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lilacsandpetals · 7 months

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Frozen Blossoms Pt. 2

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Bi-Han x F! reader

Tags and notes: Arranged marriage AU, SFW, exploring emotions. Pre-MK1/MK1 AU

TW: Slightly violent thoughts, toxic behavior.

You waited for him that morning, he never came.

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You had picked up a mundane routine from there. The day would start with you waking up alone, seeing BI-Han in passing while you learned how to fulfill your own duties in your new role. You would come across him again at the dinner table with his family, feigning the act of a bashful newlywed. You would catch Tomas and Kuai Liang exchanging a glance with one another, meanwhile, Bi-Han would remain as serious as ever. Then you would retire to your bedroom, and spend some time reading before falling asleep alone. Bi-Han came to bed sometime after you would fall asleep, at least you assumed so.

It was lonely.

You barely saw your husband, how did he expect this marriage to work? Today, was no different as you sat on the bench of the training area. You had already had some lessons on the administrative work of your future role this morning, and then you had been taught additional lessons of self-defense training. That proved more difficult on your body than anticipated, but thankfully today’s instruction was over. You were to do as you pleased until your evening meal. Sighing and standing to your feet, your eyes found their way to the garden nearby, you had seen it many times but were yet to check it out; so you figured spending some time there couldn’t hurt.

The light breeze graced your skin while you entered the path spanning through the garden. The array of flowers was beautiful; pink roses, azaleas, blossoms, peonies, the list went on. You stopped by a tree teeming with blossoms and leaned back against it. Some of the petals danced with the wind as they blew away. A couple fell onto your hair and you carefully picked them off.

You twirled the petals between your fingers, it was soft and delicate. You liked the change of environment. The vibrance of the garden was a stark contrast to the architecture surrounding it. Suddenly the sound of footsteps broke you out of your trance.

“Wife.”

You looked up and Bi-Han gave you a curt nod. You gave him a small smile back.

His hair was slightly tossed, and his breathing was a tad heavier than usual. Maybe he had been off training elsewhere? Or maybe he came back from some sort of mission? You wouldn’t know.

You didn’t know what to say, It was so difficult to communicate and you hated it. You had been married a few weeks ago and you still knew close to nothing about him.

Bi-Han eyed you up and down before speaking. You couldn’t distinguish if he was eyeing you as if you were an adversary, prey, or something in between. “You… like those flowers?”

“I do.” You looked at the blossom petals in your hand before looking at him. “Are you taking a break? I don’t think I’ve seen you come by the garden before.”

He does find himself in the garden on occasion, but he finds no need to tell you that. “No, I only came to inquire about what you were doing here. I thought you had lessons to attend to.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself up from the tree. You thought he had come to spend time with you, not check on you as if you were some child. “I’ve finished what was required of me today.”

“Then I’ll leave you be.”

You didn’t want him to leave, you craved a sense of connection with him. Maybe if you had a decent opportunity to talk to him it could spark something between you two. So you didn’t think about what he might say before reaching out and grabbing his arm.

Bi-Han froze. You had barely touched him at all in the past weeks. Other than your hand brushing his at the dinner table every so often, he only recalled the way your delicate hands rested in his rough, calloused ones at the wedding ceremony.

Your hands were soft, smaller than his. Foolishly, he sometimes wondered what it would be like to intertwine his fingers with yours.

He slowly turned his face to look down at you. “What is it?”

“May I go with you?”

“No.”

You shot him a confused look, “Why?”

“I am busy with things that don’t concern you.”

“I’m your wife, whatever concerns you, concerns me as well.”

Bi-Han raised an eyebrow, part of him wanted you to leave. He didn’t need a distraction. Yet a small part of him wanted you to accompany him, he wanted your interest, your attention. His conflicting feelings drove him mad these past weeks. He buried himself in his work and training, attempting to keep the thought of you at bay. You were still obstructing his focus even when you weren’t present. It enraged him that you had snaked your way into his mind.

He would think of how peaceful you looked when you slept; your hair tousled, your lips slightly parted, and your expression serene. You slept in complete comfort as if you had no worries in the world. He thought about how you would still happily engage with the clan despite your own reservations, how you would speak and listen intently to whoever you came across. He thought about how you spoke with an aura of gentle concern. Your entire being seemed like the antithesis to him. He hated that he found it intriguing.

Emotional attachments were never a plus. Yes, he had care for his brothers and his father, but that was already enough. He would take on the role of Grandmaster soon, and the necessity of logical rationale outweighed emotional interference. He need not invite anyone else in his heart, lest he grow weak like his father.

The day his mother died, his father had broken down. He wallowed in his sorrows for far too long. Bi-Han watched the esteemed Grandmaster delve into that of a pathetic mess.

Bi-Han missed his mother as well, he missed her dearly. But he never allowed anyone to see that sort of weakness from him. He was not opposed to comforting his younger brother, but he himself grieved alone, away from anyone else who might see his pitiful state, lest that be used against him.

His mother had wanted him to be strong, not weak-minded. He was disappointing her and himself the more he found himself musing over you.

Bi-Han took hold of your hand, more gently than you expected, and lifted it off of his arm. He held onto your hand for a moment too long before letting it go. “You are my wife in title, but that is all. Fulfill your own duties as I do mine.”

Your hand returned to your side, and you let him go.

He reminded you of a stubborn brat.

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You left him be that day and went about your usual routine until you retired to your bedroom. Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas, and a few of the other clan mates had left in a hurry. Apparently, something urgent had come up and you were promptly rushed off to your room.

You hated to admit it, but you were nervous. You hoped that nothing serious happened. It had been hours and you were still pacing your bedroom. You hoped your in-laws were without injury.

You hoped your husband was okay.

You know you two barely interacted, but still, you worried.

‘What was taking so long?’

Your question is answered when the door flies open. Your room is dimly lit and Bi-Han stands in the doorway, panting and stomping over to a dresser that he kept his clothing in. He rummaged through it, tossing some supplies onto your bed.

At that point, you’re snapped out of your stupor. “What happened??” You worriedly exclaim and rush to his side.

He sighs deeply. He supposes it’s fine to disclose the ordeal since you do live here. “We had some intruders try to break into a few locations on the outskirts of the complex. They were skilled.” He kept it short and sweet. He wouldn’t disclose that the main concern was a suspicion the intruders may have been from Outworld. You and your clan were yet to know about that.

He slowly sits on the bed and grabs a bottle of some sort.

“Let me help,” you say and reach out your hands towards his arm and the bottle.

He instinctively leans back when you approach.

That got on your nerves at this point. You had stayed up worrying for him, waiting for him to come back safely, and now you just wanted to help him feel better, and he resisted you even now. “You act as if I’m an enemy, I’m just trying to help you!” you snapped.

Bi-Han rolls his eyes “I would have killed you by now if you had been a threat to me.”

You grit your teeth, that wasn’t the point. “How charming,” you spat back.

At that, he snatches his arm away again. “I’m able to take care of myself. Leave.”

He could be intimidating, yet you chose to stand your ground. You crossed your arms. “In case you forgot we both share this bedroom, I will not be leaving.”

Bi-Han shot you an exasperated look. You were insufferable. “Then be quiet.”

You raised an eyebrow, a retort hanging on the tip of your tongue, but he wasn’t even worth that. You closed your mouth and sat down on your side of the bed. He could take care of himself then.

You were silent. You could hear him groaning in pain as he tried to clean the wound. Why was he so against your help? What had you done to him to make him be so cruel? You keep your face turned away but maintain a calm tone of voice “I am only trying to help you.”

The desire for your help was there, but he’d be damned if he allowed it to happen. He was able to manage his own wounds, he’s been doing it since his mother passed away. But his resolve is tested when you dare to reach out your hand anyway.

You’re testing your luck, but it’s the best you can do when things are so strained with him. You don’t speak but keep your grip on his arm firm. Something stops him from pulling away again, and you thank a higher power for getting him to calm down for once. He is tense, you can tell by how his arm is flexed and his shoulders slightly stiff. You dab some alcohol to the wound and unintentionally wince when you hear him grunt. “Sorry, sorry,” you mumble softly. The gash in his arm is deep, you can’t help but wonder who caused it, but you know better than to barrage him with questions now. You carefully wrap a bandage around his arm and step back, expecting some sense of gratitude from him, but you’re met with the exact opposite as he storms off out of the room.

Frustration begins to bubble up within you, why was he so childish? It’s as if for every step forward you took, you ended up taking three steps back. You were trying your best to get closer, but if he wanted to act ridiculous then you’d leave him be.

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The training grounds were empty at this hour. Dimly lit and silent besides the sound of fists messily colliding with leather. Bi-Han hit the training bag again and again. Why did you have to interfere? Why did you have to make him feel the way that he did? He felt like he didn’t have control over something as simple as his own thoughts. You made him feel conflicted, uncomfortable at the desire you clawed out of him.

He should have pulled away, but he let you tend to his wounds. And how lovely you looked while you did. He didn’t know when he started to focus on you in that manner. You looked so concentrated. A few strands of your hair hung in your face as you applied alcohol to the injury; he wondered what would happen if he reached out to tuck the strands behind your ear. You leaned forward and craned your neck slightly to the side as you bandaged his arm. Your neck appeared smooth and slender to him. He wanted to wrap his hand around your throat, he could crush it if he wanted to. Would he stop thinking of you then?

A dull ache began to bloom on his knuckles. He would often cover his hands with ice by now, had his skin started to become irritated. Tonight he didn’t bother. He was desperate to feel something, anything else. The training bag began to wear out as the skin of his knuckles began to split open and bleed.

Footsteps began to emerge in his peripheral hearing, prompting him to halt his assault on the inanimate victim.

“Bi-Han?” Kuai Liang asked confused.

“What?!” he snapped.

“Are you not tired? Y/N must be waiting.”

“That’s none of your concern” Bi-Han scowled.

Kuai Liang sighed. He had hoped marriage would melt his brother’s harsh demeanor, at least a bit.

“Maybe. I don’t know what transpired between you two, but what use does sulking here have?”

Bi-Han clenched his jaw. His younger brother always knew how to get on his nerves. “Stop interfering with matters you know nothing about.”

“Fine, I may not know what has caused you to come all the way out here, but I’d at least advise you to act rational.”

Bi-Han wanted to snap back at his brother but held his tongue. How was he being irrational? He was stomping out any chance of falling for such a trap by burying these irrational thoughts. When he didn’t respond. His brother continued his tirade. “Y/N married you out of a duty to her own family and tradition. Just as you have. Do you think she finds this easy?”

Bi-Han grit his teeth. “How would I know?”

“You’d know if you spoke to her. You both took a vow to be tied to one another for eternity. At least become familiar with her.” Kuai Liang sighed. His brother had always been on the serious side, and his stoic nature only skyrocketed after their mother’s passing. They had always been close and as time passed he often found it hard to connect with his brother like this.

Bi-Han didn’t respond for a moment, but he wondered if his brother ever dealt with such distractions. Yet an accusatory statement left his mouth instead, “You are not married, you wouldn’t understand what I’m dealing with.”

“No, but I have someone I wish to marry.”

At that, Bi-Han’s head snapped towards his sibling. Since when did he have a ‘special someone’? “Why would you even consider such a thing? I did it out of necessity to take on the role of Grandmaster. Why welcome a distraction into your life if your first priority is loyalty to the Lin Keui?”

Kuai Liang gave him a confused look before letting out a laugh that Bi-Han considered offensive.

“What’s so funny?” He scowled.

“Nothing. It’s just, why would I ever consider my lover a distraction? She motivates me to do better for her but also the clan.” Kuai Liang explained and stepped closer.

Bi-Han couldn’t wrap his head around it. “I suppose your relationship is unique.”

“How so?”

“My wife distracts me, I can’t focus, she makes me feel weak.”

Kuai Liang crossed his arms and leaned back towards the wall. “What has she explicitly done to distract or harm you.”

“She occupies my thoughts constantly” Bi-Han stated in an irked tone of voice.

Kuai Liang had to shield the look of stupor that threatened to show itself. “So she has done nothing to intentionally harm you.” Bi-Han didn’t respond. He didn’t know how to. He supposed his brother did have a slight point. She had not intentionally done anything to weaken him. As far as he knew anyway.

“You’re considering her in a negative light, that’s why she serves as a distraction. You ought to use the thought of her to drive your ambitions.”

Kuai Liang stepped forward and placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder before his brother could counter. “She married you, she is Lin Kuei now. What she does will be for your betterment and the betterment of the clan. Don’t overthink it.”

Before Bi-Han can counter him, Kuai Liang is practically dashing out of the door. He can hear his brother yelling at him in the distance but that’s all he can offer in words of advice right now. He is tired and his bed is practically calling to him. He would be lying if he said he didn’t worry for him. He was so closed off, and although he never said it, he often found Bi-Han’s behavior short-tempered and erratic. He would never show signs of weakness to any outsider and practically no one was privy to his thoughts or habits when he was distressed. Even their father had turned somewhat of a blind eye to Bi-Han’s behavior. Not that he thought their father had intentionally done so, especially when Bi-Han curated such a strong demeanor for the world around him. Their mother’s passing had hurt their father to a great degree and so he was dealing as best he could behind closed doors, and Bi-Han’s evolution into growing colder was gradual. He and Tomas grew up with Bi-Han, they could tell when he would be plagued with insecurities or troubles.

He knows Bi-Han didn’t want this marriage, he knows that his older brother keeps a high guard up. But he also knows that Bi-Han aches for something that he can't quite pinpoint just yet.

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You wake up to Bi-Han missing from his side of the bed again. You frown, you had hoped that last night would have shown your desire to grow closer. You switch the side you’re lying on and pause. You reach out your hand to brush your fingers gently against the petals of the flowers that lay at your bedside. The flowers are familiar and the fragrance is calming. The bouquet itself is small, tied together with a simple twine, but it makes you smile nonetheless.

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jordisblogg · 5 months

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instead.

shuri.u x black reader

warnings: fluff, little angst, alcohol, weed, cheating?

a/n: lemme know if y’all want a part two!!

wct: 3.2k

chapter 1

as you walked inside, the strong aroma of weed not a unfamiliar smell in her home, the dark purple ambiance of shuri’s luxury apartment glared off of your skin, contrasting with your melanin. as you got closer to her kitchen, you could hear the soft sound of ekykah badu playing low in the background. you took a seat at her island, resting your head in your hands.

shuri knew the routine by now, making her way to her wine cabinet, grabbing the most expensive one and two wine glasses. after pouring herself a decent amount, she took yours and started with the same quantity. you looked up from the counter and then up at her.

she smirked and continued to pour, “that bad, huh?” she teased, and you couldn’t even blame her. this has happened a couple times before, not that shuri minded taking care of you, she just. . . wished it was for a different reason.

you sighed and began to chug down the red drink, attempting to drown your frustration in alcohol, sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t. this was one of those times it didn’t.

you placed the glass down with a clink, wiping your lip with your thumb before you finally spoke, “m’ sorry..” you let out breathlessly. the wakandan only chuckled and shook her head.

“it’s fine, entle. here, c’mon” she began walking to her living room, you trailing behind her like a small puppy.

“where’s your friend..” you asked as you made yourself at home on her couch, watching shuri’s slouched figure attentively as she lighted her pre-rolled blunt, sparking it, once, twice—

“riri? gone, she went to a convention for one of her projects. so it’s just me here for right now” you nodded, you had always wondered if shuri or riri ever engaged in anything while being more than friends. she brought the joint to her lips, inhaling the intoxicating air and holding it in. “you don’t have to talk about what happened if you don’t want to. you should know by now that i’m not going to force you” she broke the short silence, finally exhaling and passing the joint your way.

you have a small smile, taking the drug from her fingers and copying her same action. “it’s not that.. it’s just.. i don’t know. i feel like i’m overreacting about the whole situation.”

shuri didn’t speak, letting you get all your thoughts out into the air. you had this habit of keeping of all your thoughts in when in came to quinton, because to you, it never felt like he was ever really listening. shuri didn’t like that. so she promised to be your outlet, the one who could always talk to, and ever since then you’ve taken advantage of that opportunity to actually be heard for once. after a while of you and shuri starting with the small stuff, you never even tried to go to anyone else, not that you wanted to. shuri was perfect.

she was patient with you, attentive, caring, almost like she wanted to hear about your problems. each time you and shuri had one of your ‘talking sessions’ shuri felt her anger grow more and more at your sad excuse of a boyfriend. how could he treat someone so sweet and kind so horribly?

she couldn’t put all the fault on him though, well she could but— you were kind of responsible too. you were smart enough to see all the signs and red flags he was waving blatantly in your face. but damn your full and generous heart, you couldn’t help but still be loyal to him, no matter how much you fussed.

shuri hated that. you were too kind for your own good. he had no right to the heart that should’ve been hers. she could treat you so much better and she knows it. she just wish you did.

“shuri!”

the queen blinked, coming out of her thoughts. she hadn’t realized she had zoned out.

“shit.. i’m sorry y/n! i zoned out..” she apologized, rubbing at her temples. you gave her a sincere look and gently took the last bit of the dead blunt from her inked fingers. “what’s wrong, princess?”

normally, shuri would always correct people who incorrectly used her title, but hearing the name come from your lips. . she let it slide.

she turned to look at you, your big brown eyes staring back at her. she sighed and shook her head. bast what the hell was she doing?

“this isn’t supposed to be about me y/-“

“i know,” you cut her off, “but i want it to be. you’re always looking after me, i just. . wanna return the favor.”

the royal took her eyes off you and stared up at the ceiling. how was she supposed to tell her best friend that she had had a crush on her for over 3 years. how was she going to tell you that she had bottled her feelings up for so long because she didn’t want to lose you, so she let you slip from her fingers and into the hands of someone who doesn’t even know how to take care of you properly.

you rested your cheek on your arm that sat at the top of the sofa letting your eyes linger on her chiseled face for a little longer than you should’ve, “you look like you have a secret, something you wanna say but you just can’t for some reason” you smile, sort of in a joke, but shuri didn’t know you were playing around.

“shuri, you can tell me, you know you can tell me anything..”

she looked back at you, only loved filled in those deep dark eyes. she returned your declaration with a small smile, eye cutting down to the floor. you could see her smile fade and her head turned the other way.

“ri?” you asked softly

you watched her curly lashes come together as she blinked, rather slowly.

“i can’t..” she whispered

“you can’t what?”

“it won’t be the same.. i can’t lose you..”

“shuri, whats going on?”

“i can’t y/n!” she yells, the sudden change knocking you back a bit. she gets up from the couch and begins to pace.

“i can’t! i can’t tell you how long i’ve watched you be in a relationship with him, how long i’ve watched you be treated like shit, knowing i could treat you better! i can’t tell you how long i’ve been in love with you!” your jaw fell slack at her words. she had loved you? she’s in love with you?

your mouth opened and shut, trying so hard to let something—anything come out.

“shuri..” you choked

“i know, i know! i’m wrong for feeling this way but i can’t help it. i’m tired of being the one you always come to when that fuck says or does something hurtful to you,” she rubs her hands down her face. “i’m tired of being that friend y/n! i’m tired of being your friend. i don’t want to be your friend..”

“i wanted to be more than that. i still do. . but i know you don’t like me that way. that’s why i kept quiet, i forced myself to not say shit to you because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

you only stared at her, tears threatening to swell in your eyes.

“i just. . i couldn’t hold it in any longer, i’m sorry.”

your silence scared her. why the hell did she tell you that?! now you’re never going to want to see her again! she was already accepting defeat.

“i don’t know. . what to say” your voice cracked from the tears. you couldn’t believed she was containing this in for so long. you can’t say that you never felt something for the queen. but to you, she never showed any real interest in you in that sort of way.

“you don’t have to,” shuri replies, quickly wiping the single tear that fell down her cheek, “your face clothed and towel are in the bathroom, i’ll be in the room.” was the last thing she said before she walked out of the living room and into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

instead.

there was so much you wanted to say to shuri, so much to let off your chest. how much you wanted to tell her how sorry you were for putting her through what you did, how long you’ve waited for her to say those words. how. . you loved her too.

you had feelings for shuri in the beginning, but it never seemed like she reciprocated them, you both went that entire time without ever putting out your feelings because of freight. maybe you should’ve said something. . maybe this all would’ve been different.

even though you had begun a relationship with quinton, you still wanted to have shuri around, that was still your best friend, no matter how much you loved her. but you never realized how much it hurt her to see you and him together. maybe it were those fake smiles she’d pull when you would have to cancel on your plans because he ‘needed you’, or how riri would tell you that shuri had decided not to go to a party you begged her to go to. when you would ask her why she wasn’t going she would tell you ‘oh, i wasn’t feeling well!’ or ‘had an errand to run’ or ‘just felt like staying home.’ but the real reason was because she knew he was going and she couldn’t bare to see you with him. she didn’t have the heart to tell you that though.

jesus, were you that oblivious?

you couldn’t deny that you hadn’t had a thought or two about you and shuri being together during your relationship with quinton. imagining how nice her arms would feel around you, having the chance to feel the warmth of her kisses, being able to play with her soft hair, getting to hear her laugh over and over, being the reason that she smiled, god that smile. .

you walked into shuri’s bedroom nice and fresh from the bathroom, only to find that she wasn’t there. you wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t want to talk to you. you stuffed your clothes in a split section of your bag then walked over to the bed, flopping onto the mattress. you let out a long sigh before the feeling of being alone irked you. you sat up and began to look for shuri, though that search didn’t last long.

you heard movement from her balcony and turned to that direction, seeing her sitting in a chair, staring into down at city. you walked to the doorway, trying your best to be quiet.

“i can hear you, y’know” she said, not bothering to look behind her. you gave up and made your way to sit beside her.

“are you okay?”

“are you okay?” you retorted, adding emphasis on ‘you’. you looked over at her just in time to see a smirk appear and disappear on her face. “it doesn’t matter”

“yes it does, shuri, don’t say that.”

she glanced at you, then back at the city, the building lighting reflecting off her perfect skin, highlighting her features, something you had always appreciated before. the tattoo the trailed down her neck, her diamond cut jawline, her high cheekbones. she had let her curls grow out a little, almost into a small fro since the last time you saw her.

you’ve always thought shuri was beautiful, but now, knowing how she feels about you, your admiration intensified.

“i do too.” you broke the silence

“do what?”

“. . love you”

shuri looked at you skeptically, “alright, y/n” she scoffed, turning her head away from you again.

“i’m being serious, shuri,” you grab her chin, forcing her to face you, “i. love. you.”

her eyes saddened as she stared at you, “then why didn’t you say anything. .” her voice cracked as she spoke

“you were the most honest, sweetest, reliable friend i ever had. i didn’t want to lose you either.” you finally let go of her face, hoping she’d still look at you. when you saw that you had her full undivided attention, you continued. “i love you shuri, and i’ve always wondered what it would be like to spend my life with you. i just didn’t know you felt the same.”

“i wanted you to be happy.”

“but i’m happier with you. .” you placed your hand on her cheek caressed the skin with your thumb.

“baby if you had told me all of this sooner, i would’ve chose you over q,” you could the slightest glint in her eyes and she knew you were telling the truth.

“you’ve always been there for me, and i’ve taken advantage of you all these years, at least let me make it up for this. .”

you both slowly drew closer to each other, lips just almost brushing each other before shuri pulled back.

“what about quinton?”

“after what he’s put me through, i couldn’t give two shits about how he feels.” you rested your hand on the back of shuri’s neck, and pushed her forward to close the gap.

you both moaned, the action of being deprived of this feel for so long had so many emotions coming out that neither of you could suppress.

shuri had always imagined how your lips would feel, soft and innocent, warm and honey-filled. it felt so refreshing.

you began to wrap your arms around her neck and she moved you to straddle her lap, holding you by your hips.

“i’m sorry for making you wait this long, princess, lemme’ make it up to you, please” you begged through her kisses, letting your hand slide under her tank top and your fresh set scratch along her abs.

instead.

“baby, that tickles!” your giggles erupted throughout the bathroom as shuri kissed along your neck.

after your little 'session', shuri decided it was best for you both to take a bath, which you didn't disagree on. so now here you both were soaking in the corner tub of her bathroom, bubbles filling in the leftover space you and her haven't taken up.

"mm mm," she replied as she continued her kisses behind your ear, occasionally nibbling on the lobe. "i've waited too long to have you in my arms entle, at least let me kiss you"

"yeah, i do owe you that, don't i?" she smiled against your skin as you place your hand on the side of her face.

after you two got out and dried yourselves, shuri led you to the bed, insisting that she puts your lotion on you after you attempted to do it yourself.

you were now laid on your back while shuri lathered her hands in your lotion. she began at your legs. she made her way up from your ankles to your calves to your thick thighs. you couldn't help but blush at the act.

she then moved her way up to your soft stomach. she would occasionally leave small kisses against you as she did so. she smiled at the giggle that came from your lips, watching your pretty teeth make their appearance.

“you’re beautiful y/n.” she stated simply. a dark hue formed against your skin and she planted a kiss on your nose.

once she was done she helped you put on your pajamas and you were both now laying in the bed, cuddling against each other as close as you could.

as you laid your head against her chest, listened to the faint sound of her heartbeat all you could think was: this was all you wanted; somebody to love you, take care of you, hold you. shuri gave you that, she always has, you just hadn’t realized it because you were so busy caught up in your own junk. and that made you feel guilty.

you sighed and nuzzled your face deeper in her, “i wish i would’ve told you how i felt sooner. that way we both wouldn’t have felt so miserable all these years.”

“me too..”

“all this time i’ve been wasting these years with him, when i could’ve been with you.”

shuri sat both of you up, where you were straddling her lap while she laid back against the headboard. "i know, my love, i've hated it too. but now i finally have you, and i promise i'm never going to let you go. i'm going to do all the things that he never did."

her declaration brought tears to your eyes. you smiled pecked her on the lips three times, holding her face in your hands. once you both pulled away you nuzzled your face in the crook of her neck and she wrapped her arms around you.

"i meant it when i said 'i love you' y/n" you heard her say before she kissed the top of your head.

". . i love you too shuri." she said.

instead.

after packing your things back and kissing shuri goodbye you drove back to yours and quinton's apartment. as soon as you walked through the door, you were bombarded with questions.

"baby? where you been? never mind—look i'm sorry, i just—" he stumbled on his words

"it's fine." your words took him aback. it was never that easy for you to forgive him. normally it took a lot of pleading and convincing.

"uh.. really?"

"yeah, i'm cool. and you were right, i shouldn't have overreacted."

quinton watched you in confusion as you walked past him and into your bedroom, beginning to change into something more comfortable.

"so. . you sure you're not mad?" he asks again, your sudden nice behavior scaring him.

"yeah? i'm fine, swear." you tell him once again. after hearing nothing coming from him after that you turned around, seeing he was still staring at you, "what?"

"nothin', i'm just. . surprised is all."

"why's that?"

"well i mean normally you'd stay mad at me for at least a week.." he started

"i know, and that was wrong of me."

he didn't say anything and turned around to go into the living room, leaving you in the bedroom. once you heard him turn the tv on, knowing he was distracted, you reached for your phone to call shuri.

as you tried your best to have your conversation quietly, quinton tried his best to listen to you from the other side of the door. the only words he could make out were 'date', 'baby', and 'i love you'.

who the hell were you talking to?

"okay, bye" he heard you giggle from the other side and quickly crept his way back to the couch.

he smiled at you nonchalantly, as if he wasn't just trying to be a fly on the wall—door.

you plopped down on the couch next to him, "whatchu' watching?" you asked, laying your head on his shoulder.

". . just the saint and falcons game.. i know you don't watch football so you dont—"

"no, it's fine!" you smiled.

"uh—ight.."

what happened while to you while you were gone?

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age-of-greta · 6 months

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(Don’t Fear) The Reaper

Author’s note: hi!!! Week 3 of our spooky Halloween series here!! It’s Sammy’s turn! Next part will be out on the 30th at midnight, it’s longggggggg hehehe. Pls ignore the typos and enjoy :)) vibes!

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, heavy petting, minors DNI

Word count: 4.2k

It was cold. That was the first thing you noticed as you stepped out of Poppy’s car. The air was thicker with the fog machines going off everywhere, some Rob Zombie song was playing quite loudly in the background, and laser lights were everywhere. But you were cold and slightly irritated. Poppy had dragged you here to this haunted house with her tonight so she could be with her boyfriend, Josh. You liked Josh, you really did- but being around Josh meant being around all of them too. They were just simply too extroverted for your liking. In group settings you felt strange and out of place. They were always so on, something that Poppy had adapted to well. You, not so much. You and Poppy had been best friends for years, and when she met Josh all those months ago you were truly happy for her. Finally, a decent guy. She absolutely deserved it, she deserved the world, and Josh could give that to her. She wanted you to go everywhere with them, which stuck out to you as odd at first. You didn’t want to third wheel. However, once you finally got the hang of things you realized that Josh didn’t go anywhere hardly without his brothers. Alas, you were all giant third wheels that would eventually turn into a group dynamic. In these group hangout sessions you kept to yourself mostly, you had guessed you were shy. There had been plenty of times you had shown another side to you, but that always involved alcohol. Perhaps you felt so strange because you always felt two eyes that found you. You weren’t sure if you were being dramatic or imagining it, but Sam Kiszka always stared at you. You positively could not figure out why. He never even spoke to you, unless you were both inebriated- then you two carried on like you had known each other for years. However, there was this one night. You were both drinking and he kissed you. Without rhyme or reason. You wondered if you hallucinated it. He never spoke of it and you never told anyone. Despite his online persona, Sam was relatively quiet too. Often observing before talking unless it had to do with their music. He was probably the reason you felt so uptight tonight, but you didn’t know how to tell Poppy that. It would sound strange and delusional.

Now you fumbled with your fingers as Poppy scanned the crowd for Josh and company. You glanced down at your Doc’s, you should have worn thicker socks. You could feel a blister begging to begin. You stopped and bent down, tucking your light wash jeans into the spot where your boot was rubbing you. It felt better, but now you had to speed walk to catch up with Poppy. You followed her bright salmon colored vest through the crowd and the mass of blonde curls. She was always so bright and cheery in contrast to your black bodysuit that you stupidly didn’t wear a jacket with. At least there were heaters in the line portion.

“Josh!” You heard Poppy let out a squeal as she ran and embraced him. It had only been a week since she last saw him, but it looked like a reunification from war.

Then you saw the whole gang. Jake in his typical array of silver necklaces, Danny with his perfect curls, Josh in all white like a cult leader, and Sam with his hands in his pockets, his eyes had already found you.

A spark and a scream had jostled you away from your thoughts. You jumped as a clown in sliding knee pads continued to harass you.

“Fuck.” You muttered as the clown got right up in your face. “Okay, thanks for that.”

Fucking clowns.

Your face got slightly red as everyone had seen that interaction.

“He almost got ya didn’t he!” Danny yelled as you approached the group.

You let out a half laugh. “Yeah, he did.”

“Isn’t this place marvelous? Look at that giant spider! Just spectacular effects. Shall we get in line? We have everyone’s tickets.” Josh says, turning his head in awe.

“Lead the way babe!” Poppy says, taking his hand.

They lead the pact as you try and squeeze to be near Poppy, but a conversation from Jake doesn’t allow that.

“New boots?” He asks, as he matches your stride.

“They are- and I am stupid enough to try and break them in here.” You reply with a laugh.

“Ah that shit is rough. That’s why I wear my shoes until they are quite literally bursting at the seams. I hate breaking in shoes.”

“Yeah I have a feeling you will be investing in blister patches.” Danny says, jumping into the conversation.

“Thankfully I already have some.” You say, as you all get into line. It was Josh and Poppy, Danny, Jake, you, then Sam. You had hoped that Poppy would have pulled you up there with her, but she was too engulfed with Josh to pay attention. You were on your own.

“So, how was the festival?” You ask, generally to make small talk.

“It was great. There were so many people there it was a little overwhelming honestly.” Danny said, throwing his hand through his hair.

“Yeah way more than we anticipated. It ended up being electrifying, but at the beginning we were shitting bricks. Sam even took a little tumble on stage.” Jake said with a smirk as he looked at his younger brother.

Sam huffed. “Never going to let that one go- are you?”

“No.” Jake replied with a laugh. “But yeah, overall really good. Great weather, astounding atmosphere, plenty of drinks. Speaking of..” he trailed off and reached over to get his twin’s attention. “Shooters?”

Josh’s smile grew wide. “Absolutely dear brother. Alas, Daniel and I are DD-ing so only one for us.”

Josh passed around the shots, sending them down the line. Jake handed you two and raised his brow, silently asking if you were doing one.

“Fuck it.” You said with a nod.

You turned around to give one to Sam. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” He said, taking the small bottle from your hand. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.” You replied back with a small smile.

Then you all tried to secretly ingest your shot, but doing anything with them secretly was a challenge. You had gotten strange looks from everyone else in line. You never knew if it was because they were famous or slightly obnoxious when drunk. Oh well.

As the line grew shorter you began to feel anxious. You loved going to haunted houses, but typically you held onto Poppy. Now you were going to have to fight your way up there to her. Inevitably, everyone took another shot minus Josh and Danny. You could see the front now, you had retreated back to quietness as Jake and Danny carried on a conversation about some new project they were working on. Leaving you and Sam to stand in silence. You decided to try and break the ice.

“Have you been to this place before?” You turn to him and ask.

He seems off in his own world until he realizes you’re actually speaking to him. “No I haven’t. Last year we were touring around this time. Didn’t have a lot of free time for festivities and all. Have you been here?”

You shake your head. “Nope. It looks cool though. I just hope there aren't a lot of strobe lights, they make me dizzy.”

He cracked a smile. “You would hate our shows then.”

“Oh shit!” You heard Poppy giggle out.

You shot your head towards her and Josh who were giggling at one another.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“It’s two at a time!” Poppy yells back to you. “They won’t let more than two go in together!”

Jake immediately links arms with Danny. “Dibs on Daniel!”

You feel your stomach drop. That means it’s you and Sam, by yourselves. Fuck.

You slowly inch yourselves closer and closer to the front. Until before you know it Poppy and Josh go in, her arms nervously linked with his. You hear her scream immediately when they shut the doors. Jake and Danny move up to the front and Jake gives you a salute.

“See ya on the other side.” Then they go in.

Finally, it’s just you and Sam standing there awkwardly under the red neon blinking signs.

“Hello madam! Are you ready to experience the horrors behind this door?” A tall man in a twisted up clown mask asks you as he leans down close to your face. “Mhmmmm she is pretty. They’ll like her back there a whole lot. Better hope your boyfriend holds onto you real tight!”

You glance over at Sam who is looking at the clown man entirely unamused.

Fucking clowns.

“Tough crowd tonight. Let’s see how long it takes one of you to scream.” The clown yells, opening the doors of the haunted house.

It’s smoky and pitch black inside. You glance over at Sam who gives you a shrug before heading inside. You two take a few steps in before the door shuts behind you. Immediately your senses are assaulted with loud sirens as three masked figures pop out of the shadows. Pure reflexes kick in and you grab onto Sam’s arm. You thought this might annoy him, but there was no way you could go through this without holding onto someone. If he did mind, he didn’t show it. He continued to lead the way through the darkness. You made it to the first room, a ghastly kitchen seen with blood and guts splattered. Sam laughed a little at the pig chef that jumped out from behind the door. You swore you could hear Poppy scream from what sounded like a few feet away. Sam continued to lead you through rooms full of animatronics, loud noises, screaming actors, and plenty of props. You were a little frightened, but it was a fun haunted house. You were having a good time until you entered a room where immediately you see a strobe light going off. You closed your eyes trying to brace yourself from the flashing lights. Then something strange happened. You feel Sam grab you and squeeze slightly with his free hand. He guides you out of the room rather quickly, but not before a masked bloody bunny jumps out and screams at you.

As you enter the next room you can faintly hear Jake’s voice. You must have caught up with everyone.

“You okay?” Sam leans down and whispers in your ear.

His breath on your neck raises goosebumps, but you can’t fully understand why.

You look up at him and nod, unable to figure out what to say.

“Ah there they are!” You hear Poppy’s voice ring from up ahead.

Just ahead in the distance you can see everyone else halting to wait on you. It’s still dark, only illuminated by red lights. You can see Jake, he raises his eyebrows at Sam and shoots a smirk as you two approach. Danny does something similar.

“Thank God, Sam has her. Okay now that we are all together again, are we ready?” Poppy says looking back.

“Onward!” Jake yells in a moderate British accent.

Even though you’re in your group again, you still clutch Sam’s arm.

It seems as if you all have made it to the last leg of the haunted house. In a group setting, everything seemed less intimidating. Jake and Danny couldn’t take a single aspect of it seriously, that made you giggle. Poppy still shrieked and laughed with Josh at every turn. She was so happy with him. You loved that for her. You had made it to a tunnel where it was insanely dark. You could only hear your friends in front of you. But you also heard masked figures screaming and growling.

“The door is shut! What the fuck!” Poppy yelled out, attempting to lead the group out.

“Welcome to hell.” Jake laughed.

You stood around but could feel someone standing directly behind you. You still couldn’t see. Then, you felt someone grab your shoulder and pull you. You yelped as they jerked you back away from Sam in the pitch black.

“Hey what the fuck! Let me go!” You yelled trying to find your way back. Once you had been dragged to the back a split second later, a switch flipped and neon lights lit up the room to reveal a carnival tunnel. A masked bloody clown had pulled you back around two feet away from everyone else. As soon as your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw Sam making a beeline for you. He looked, angry?

“The fuck is your problem?” He spat, still barreling towards you.

Is he yelling at you?

You stood confused for a second until he reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you back to him.

“Don’t fucking touch her. You don’t just grab and pull people.” Sam said to the masked clown, taking you back to the group.

The clown just started laughing and shrugging.

Fucking clowns.

“Oop. Sammy’s pissed!” Josh says with a laugh.

Then the door opens and you’re all herded outside into a tiny maze. Sammy still had a hold of your hand. It made you… nervous. You could feel your hand getting clammy, but you tried to ignore it. Through the maze you were met with more actors, props, and loud noises. Finally, you knew you had made it to the end when Leatherface began to chase you out with a chainsaw. Everyone roared with laughter when you all had cleared the weapon wielding maniac.

“I’ve got to say. That was pretty damn fun.” Josh said, clapping his hands and laughing.

“It was! We should go to the bonfire over there!” Poppy exclaims, matching Josh’s energy.

“That’s a yes, because they have spiked cider.” Jake replies.

“It was fun, but what in the hell happened in the tunnel?” Danny asks, perplexed looking towards you and Sam.

You hadn’t realized, but you were still holding hands. Immediately you let go and wiped your hand on your jeans, trying to play it cool.

“I don’t know. That fucking clown literally yanked me back and dragged me by my shoulders.” You said, through a laugh.

“I thought they weren't supposed to touch you?” Poppy said, puzzled.

“They aren’t.” Sam said, finally speaking. “What in the hell goes through someone’s head to yank another human like that? He pulled her so hard. It was ridiculous.”

Josh chewed on his cheek trying to hide a smile while Jake snickered at the ground.

What was so funny?

“Yeah, that's a bit much. Glad you were there Sam.” Danny says, with a shit eating grin.

Sam rolled his eyes and you stood there unsure of what to say.

The bonfire was interesting. There weren’t horror characters there, just a lot of people drinking. There were hay bales by the fire, which is where you and Poppy sat while the boys went off to get drinks and snacks.

“So… how was going through with Sam?” Poppy asked you, innocuously.

You shrugged at her. “I felt bad that I grabbed onto him. I’m sure he felt strange, but there was no way I was going through by myself.”

Poppy let out a laugh. “I don’t think he minded too much.”

Before you can ask her what she means Josh appears with a drink for Poppy and a bag of popcorn.

“Sam has yours.” Josh says to you with a smile.

You turn your head and see Sam carrying two drinks and a bag of popcorn. He sits on the hay bale next to Poppy. You get up, letting Josh have your spot and sit next to Sam.

“Thank you.” You say, taking the cup from Sam.

“You’re welcome.” He starts. “You can have some popcorn too, I won’t eat the whole bag.”

“Okay, thanks.” You say, reaching in to grab some.

You two sit in silence for a moment while you watch Jake and Danny find their seats on the hay bale next to you.

“This is so good.” You say, sipping the cold spiked cider.

“Yeah. You can tell it’s fresh. None of that artificial shit.” Sam offers in response.

“Sorry I grabbed onto you like that in there. I love haunted houses, they just make me anxious sometimes.” You say, trying not to sound weird.

Sam lets out a small laugh. “It’s okay. I’m the same way. I’m glad you were my partner. It would have been embarrassing to hold onto Daniel and too obnoxious to go in with Jake.”

You laugh at that and sip your cider. You were having a fun time. Maybe you had been too judgmental about doing things with them, letting your own anxieties get in the way. You enjoyed being around Sam, he just made you feel nervous. You couldn’t figure out why, he had always been nothing but nice to you.

Conversations began to flow and so did more drinks. You all had polished off the shooters and Josh and Poppy got cozy together. Inevitably, you had started to feel the alcohol and came out of your shell, having a lively conversation with Jake and Danny about Taco Bell.

“Baja blasts are so gross! It tastes like cotton candy acid!” You say giggling.

“Blasphemy! Usually I love it when you drink, because you’re fun. But tonight you speak nothing but blasphemy!” Jake practically yells.

“Okay okay. Sorry to kill these vibes but I think Pops and I are going to head out. Danny, would you mind driving y/n home?”

“Yeah of course.” Danny responds, throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Your stomach sinks. You had very seldom been alone with them without Poppy as a buffer. You hoped you weren’t a burden.

“Call me tomorrow!” Poppy states, giving you a small hug before running off with Josh.

“Have fun you crazy kids!” Jake yells at them.

You all watch them walk off. Then Jake nudges Danny and smirks at Sam. “We’re going to grab some more drinks.”

Then, it’s just you and Sam again.

“They’re going to be so sick in the morning.” Sam says with a small smile.

“Yeah I can imagine. You guys can drink like tanks.”

Sam laughs. “Thank you?”

“Just being honest. Speaking of, sorry you’re pawned off on me again. If you want to go grab drinks with them you’re more than welcome to.”

Sam frowns at you. “Pawned off on you? Is that really what you think?”

You furrow your brows at him. “Yeah I mean you had to go through with me in the haunted house and now you’re stuck entertaining me at the bonfire.”

Sam sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Fuck okay here we go. Do you not think that it has all been done intentionally? You really haven’t picked up on the way these assholes smirk and smile and scoff at us- well more specifically me?”

You’re taken aback at his words.

“I like you. There it is. Okay? I have a stupid little crush on you, I always have. Do you not remember when I kissed you? You never said anything about it, so I tried to ignore what I felt. But fuck it I can’t. I like you, and obviously I have done a piss poor job of showing it if you think I’m some sort of babysitter for you.”

You sit there absolutely stunned. No idea what to say. Maybe it was the liquid courage coursing through your veins, or the adrenaline at the admission. But you leaned over, and you kissed him. Right on that hay bale by that bonfire. He kissed you back immediately, shocked initially. His hand cupped your face and your whole body flooded with warmth. You disconnected your lips and Sam’s face was dusted with pink.

“Well… fuck me. I guess I should have said that a long time ago if I knew I would have gotten that.”

You giggled at him. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me. This is unprecedented to say the least. I kind of thought you hated me.”

He scoffed at you. “Hated you? No, I have pined over you for months. I was just unsure how to even navigate that. You make me nervous.”

You make him nervous? What the hell was going on?

“You make me nervous!” You admit with a laugh.

“Well here’s to being nervous together I guess? Wanna go grab another drink?” He asks, getting up and reaching for your hand.

“Sure.” You respond with a smile extending your hand to take his.

He leads you to the drink stand and orders two more. You sip on them and giggle at one another.

“I could use a smoke. You down?” He asks.

You glance around. “We will have to go somewhere secretive. No one else is smoking.”

He smirks at you. “Go somewhere secretive? With you? Absolutely.”

You bite your lip at his playfulness as he takes your hand and leads you behind a shed. It’s darker over here, he’s only illuminated by a blue light. He fumbles with his pockets before pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He shakes then vigorously against his hand before selecting one. He puts it between his teeth and flicks the lighter. You can’t help but think how attractive he looks at this moment. He takes a drag and exhales, his eyes flicking towards yours. Then he hands you the cigarette. You take it between two fingers and bring it to your lips, taking a puff. He looks at you the same way.

“What?” You ask with a small smile.

“You’re so fucking hot. You know that? It’s been so hard for me to keep my hands to myself everytime we have drank together. I damn sure didn’t keep my thoughts to myself. I just can’t believe this is finally happening. I didn’t think I would ever have the guts to tell you.” He says, running his fingers through his hair.

You take one more drag and hand it back to him. “Yeah? Good things come to those who wait.”

He leans in, dangerously close to you and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “They do.” He coos.

His eyes are bouncing between your eyes and lips. His hand is impossible hot and you can hear your heart thumping in your chest. He swipes his thumb across your bottom lip before slowly leaning in. You kiss him back, feverishly this time. Not wanting to come up for air. This time a different sensation takes you over, not a warmth but a fire. His hand finds your waist and he squeezes you lightly, causing an unintentionally moan to leave your lips. “Fuck.” He growls in your ear as he attacks your neck with kisses. You can feel him pressed against you and you want nothing more than to take him into this shed. You pull him closer to you, practically as close as you can get and run your hand through the back of his hair, lightly tugging. He returns back to your lips, devouring every kiss. You run your hand over his waistband as he shutters into you. You’re entirely unsure how you two are going to progress this situation. However, the universe had different plans.

“Sam! Where the fuck are yo-“

Jake. Danny. Caught.

Your eyes get as big as saucers as you see them standing there with their flashlights on their phones pointed directly at you two.

“Oh goddamnit really?” Sam asks, trying to cover his pants.

“No FUCKING way!” Jake yells out. “You finally did it Sammy boy!”

“Woooo about time!” Danny yells, as he cackles and bumps shoulders with Jake.

“Would you please fuck off?” Sam seethes.

They both throw their hands up in response. “Leaving in ten with or without you!”

Sam returns his attention back to you, clearly flustered. “I’m sorry. They’re fucking brain dead.”

You clear your throat. “Uh, yeah. This will be fun to explain.”

“What are we going to explain?” Sam asks, testing the waters.

You wrinkle your nose. “I don’t know… What exactly is this?”

Sam laughs. “What do you want it to be?”

You bite your lip. “I’m not sure, but I like kissing you.”

He smiles. “I like kissing you too. Tell you what, how about I take you on a proper date. We can go from there.”

“Hmmm. I guess I could be open to that.” You say, batting your eyes.

He laughs and shakes his head. “You’re going to drive me crazy. You know that.”

“Is that a challenge?”

He leans down and kisses your head. “Let’s get out of here.”

He takes your hand and leads you back towards the cars, passing the haunted house.

“This drive back is going to be brutal. They’re not going to shut the fuck up.” Sam says, sighing.

“If my intuition is correct, Josh will be at mine and Poppy’s house. They will come in and our secret is up.” You add.

“Maybe we should just get an Airbnb for like a month. Away from them.” He jokes.

“Don’t tempt me with a good time.” You find his eyes and smile.

As you’re exiting towards the parking lot a familiar face jumps out in front of you and screams. You recognize him as the clown that sent you into the haunted house at the beginning of the night.

“Well well! Looks like loverboy finally figured out how to hold on to his girlfriend!

Fucking clowns.

Sam smirks at him. “I did and I’m never letting her go.”

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please could you do a tutorial on how you enhance the colouring of a gif to be really vibrant in one colour without it changing the coloring of the rest of the gif? you do it really well and it looks great!!

hii, thank you anon!! and yes, i will grab different psds i have around my laptop and explain how i achieved that coloring. very long tutorial under the cut!

it's a bit hard for me to explain how my brain works when it comes to selecting the type of coloring/scenes i want to gif so please bear with me lmao. okay so first things first, i always try to choose scenes that are in the same section of the color wheel, this makes things easier in photoshop.

i will use this gif as an example

i chose this particular scene to turn it green because blues and cyans are close to the green tones in the color wheel, so that's gonna make things WAY easier in photoshop, especially if the subject is moving. another tip is to find scenes where there's a color that's really separated or isolated from the rest, that helps me so much in ps because then i can basically change its color without worrying about turning her legs the color i chose.

i don't apply all these tips at the same time because it truly depends on the case but i tried changing the color of the same gif to red with hue/saturation and it looks quite good as well since the blue is really separated from the rest:

now things get a bit more complicated, because now that taylor's bodysuit has the same tones as her skin tone editing everything gets a bit harder, bc let's say i want her legs to look a bit more purple-ish since they're a bit yellow and i want to tone that down (another tip: look at the color wheel to figure out which opposite color you need to cancel out a particular one you want to get rid of) i usually go liiiittle by little with selective color and i only work in the yellows and reds (sometimes magentas), this is trial and error, drag the tiny arrows in each color to see what looks best or what looks somewhat decent lol. this is how the finished psd would look like, i only had to tweak the yellow section in selective color, and that worked out well!

that's usually what i do 90% of the time. other times i try to edit the color just a bit, so i can further separate it more in case it still picks up similar tones that are around it.

other tip i have is that most of the times i choose scenes where the subject doesn't move that much, especially if i'm changing the color of something in particular.

like this lwymmd gif, it's a very radical change in color so i had to use a brush and stuff to make the red turn white, but see how there's barely any movement? that's the type of scenes you want to use when you want to change its color (especially if it's something as contrasting and different as white) this one had a combination of hue/saturation and using a brush with a green color for the most part and selective color to finish tweaking her skin tone.

for example since the red was super isolated i didn't have to tweak much, but for example when you want to include a bunch of colors you can play with the slides that are circled in teal to tell photoshop "i want you to include this specific tone in your color selection" so then you can desaturate it and increase the lightness (that's how you turn anything to white) or change it to another color, whatever you choose. that's what i did for the midnights bodysuit:

i dragged the shit out of those sliders lmfao, but it's how i got to change the color in a uniform and faster way.

hue/saturation is my favorite adjustment because i loooove turning things white/black bc of two reasons: makes the scene so unique, bc no one has seen the red dress from lwymmd white, so it automatically stands out AND if for example you're making an orange set and you have a random color that you don't need (like blue, or green, etc,. again, make sure they're a bit isolated at least and that they are not close in the color wheel) you can always turn them white or black to enhance even more the orange! it's what i did with this gif. my focus were pinks, yellows and oranges, so i got rid of the blues/purples/cyans by desaturating them and add lightness to them (like i did with the rep gif)

when it comes to enhancing a color that already exists in the scene i take some liberties, but it might not apply to every single scene. sometimes i do discard gifs bc it's not working how i want to. i just use selective color to adjust anything and again i go little by little.

another example of me changing the color and using a different technique: halsey isn't moving at all so that gives me the chance to change the background to anything i want, in this case i used hue/saturation but in a different way, i selected colorize and increased the saturation. that way you're turning your gif whatever color you choose. with a layer mask i then got rid of the parts i didn't want to be affected by this change.

and same with this one, got rid of the green because it's a very isolated color so that makes things easier when it comes to change its color or get rid of it. and for this set i went for an all pink color palette so see how me desaturating it and turn it into white makes the pink pop even more? it always depends on what your set is going to look like, i could've changed it to blue or purple depending on the color combo.

i think this is everything i can think of, since i color every gif from scratch one case might not apply to another one, so pls if you have any doubts about a particular gif i colored don't hesitate and ask! i'd be happy to help and explain!

#ps help

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heyhilana · 2 years

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Take It Slow (Din Djarin)

Summary: When looking for new blasters and finding a place to fix your ship, you realize that nightfall has come and you will have to stay in a room for the night. But when there is only one bed and the bathroom only conceals but so many moans, crossing the lines of hunters and partners seems impossible to ignore.

A/N: Hey lovelies! I was on tumblr when I saw a post about a virgin!Din fic so I figured I would give it a go :) I've lost the post since then sadly because it’s been well over a year but I tried to follow what I remembered and added my own spin to it. I hope you enjoy as there will likely be another part added to this so possibly a short series <3 Also, in this instance, helmetless!Din is needed because I think for his first time, he needs all the interaction/intimacy he can get 💚

Pairing: Din Djarin x !f reader (both are hunters)

Warnings: Voyeurism, male and female masturbation, handjob, a little breast sucking, cumshot.

Word Count: 5.8k

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Din always kept to himself as you worked on the ship. A quiet man that knew how to talk with few words seemed to blend with you very well despite you wanting to strike up a conversation with him. It was not to make him uncomfortable, rather you just wanted to know more about the man that picked you up from Navarro after you helped him catch a quarry. Both of you had contrasting stories of who should’ve had the quarry first, Din saying you ambushed him and you pointing out that he only took the quarry a few days after you did based on the logs. He would never admit it but when he split the reward 60/40 with you getting the bigger half, that was his small way of admitting you were right.

But now after a month of traveling with him, you wondered about who he was, his life, and the way of the Mandalorian. You learned some things from studying him, knowing how he polished his armor with precision, that it was another part of him. His pride in his gun slinging, the small practices that would take place in secluded areas when both of you needed to get out of the ship. That his moral compass crafted by the way of the Mandalorian was much stronger than others yet in times of distress it would fall down and the human side of him would come out. You knew that he would never admit it, but he was a different version of other rare Mandalorians you found. His humane side was what drew you to him, made you realize that underneath all that beskar was a heart of gold and he would give his life to those that deserved to be saved. Just how he spoke to you at first versus now, a month later. He was not as stoic, and even when you spoke he would listen attentively, savoring your words and you would try to read his emotions through the T visor that made it nearly impossible to do so. But with his body language, you could tell that he enjoyed your company mostly, that even with the events of how you two met he was appreciative that you would stay after all this time. And with him, here and there he would leave the trail of breadcrumbs of who he was that you would take eagerly, knowing that he had a lifetime of stories waiting to be told to the right person.

But there was one thing that struck you more than you would like to admit, something that burned deep inside you. For a man that traveled all over, did he ever get close to anyone? Were you the first he opened up to? He had decent enough social skills, but you always wondered if he had more friends than Greef Karga, although you were not sure if they were friends, more of acquaintances from your knowledge. Although you were the same as Din, the lone warrior that didn’t get close to anyone in fear of death, not so much for you but for them, you could understand why he didn’t. But still, that thought of if anyone got as close as you did, maybe closer plagued your mind as you walked with him on the streets of Mos Espa, catching yourself looking at him a little longer than you should be. You didn’t want him to catch your curious eye so you settled for looking straight ahead, seeing that the sanctuary was nearby.

“Din, why did we come here?”

“Boba collected a few new blasters for you to choose from and there’s some repairs that need to be done.” The mechanics here were okay, but they took too long to fix any ship they were given. But in regards to your blaster, he was right, your trusty blaster finally giving out on you on your last bounty hunt.

“It’s not my fault that he shot my blaster out of my hand. Besides, I can fix it.”

“You’ve been saying that since it happened. It’s been two weeks, it’s not fixed, and we have a new bounty already.”

“I fix everything don’t I?” You walk over to the market, an older woman selling a favorite treat of yours that you hadn’t had since your last trip here. You pointed at the treat at the top and she began putting it in the bag.

“Save your credits for something useful.” Din whispered to you, but you ignored him.

“Make that two.” The older woman put another in and Din groaned.

“I’m not eating that.” He huffed as you paid the woman the credits you owed. You took one out of the bag and took a bite, the savory flavor melting in your mouth as you felt eyes on you.

“You’re no fun.” You replied as you took another bite.

“Hunters don’t have fun.” He retorted as you both got closer to the sanctuary.

“Says who?”

“You know who.” You rolled your eyes at what he was referring to.

“Just one bite. It’s not going to kill you.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” He knocked on the door and waited a few moments. Soon the door opened and Fennec Shand was there, her rifle still in hand.

“Someone has a companion.” She noted as she let you two walk in. Din said nothing about it, yet you were thinking about the face she made towards Din. Din always worked alone, and yet here you were still tagging along with him. Maybe he had a soft spot for you that no one else could see until Fennec commented on it.

“Where is he?” Din asked.

“In the bacta tank again. Maker, does he stay in there for so long.” She put down her rifle and you sat down. Just before you could respond, Boba came out donned in his armor and with his helmet in hand. You had to admit, he was intimidating just as much as Din was, perhaps even more. But his calm demeanor was what you enjoyed, knowing that he owned the room if he wanted to.

“Ah, welcome. Anyone care for a drink?” Boba asked.

“No thank you, Mando and I are on a tight schedule.” Din nodded his head in agreement.

“Very well then. Fennec, could you get the blasters for us?” She nodded and got the box of blasters, and you were excited to see what was there. Although you did not want to give up your old one, you knew that the new blasters would provide you with an easier time with hunting.

“So, how’s this arrangement been?” He pointed between the two of you at the word arrangement.

“It’s been fine. Although she’s still lying about who got the quarry first,” You rolled your eyes at his lie, knowing that he was going to still lie to others when it was clear who had it first.

“Then why did I get the larger portion of the credits?” You turn your head towards him, and you feel your heart racing when you see how he looks sitting down. His legs somewhat spread apart, his fingers drumming up on his thigh, beskar perfectly polished. Every little thought that you had prior was wiped as all you wanted was to take a seat right in his lap, feeling the cool beskar kiss your skin, his hands trailing up your body as he claimed you. When you heard the sound of Fennec coming back you returned to reality.

“Oh, he’s a sharer now is he. You may have gotten on his good side then.” Fennec returned with the box of blasters and opened it up which led you straight to heaven. They were beautiful, and if you could’ve taken them all with you and choose from there you would’ve. You and Din both got up to get a closer look and without hesitation, he saw one that he knew you would’ve liked.

“Use this one. It’s perfect for you.” Din handed you the new blaster, carved with a precision that you loved. Your fingers brushed his and you felt goosebumps rising on your skin, wondering what his hands felt like underneath his gloves. But soon that thought went away as the glint from the sun made you love your blaster more, a new weapon for a lifetime of adventures. There was even a carving in that was sentimental, a crusader that you fell in love with as a kid and was your dream ride. You pulled your rusty blaster out and put it on the table and put your new blaster in your dominant hand. You turned away from the three of them and aimed at one of the random objects that laid around and took a shot, aiming perfectly and watching the object obliterate.

“Did you have to do that?” Boba sighed.

“Well I’m not going to shoot out in the open.” You pointed to another old object and shot at that too, a smile creeping up on your face at how powerful it was. You knew that your skills as a hunter were going to increase now that you had a weapon that was equally powerful.

“She’s perfect. What do you think, Mando?” You turned to face him and he looked stiff, like he couldn’t believe what he just saw. Fennec elbowed him and he cleared his throat.

“I-I think she’s perfect for you.” You could hear the strain in Din’s voice, but you couldn’t figure out why he was strained so suddenly.

“Did you want to look at anymore?”

“Nope. She’s perfect so I’ll take her. Thank you, both of you.” Boba and Fennec nodded and you and Din walked out of the palace, seeing that it was now nightfall.

“Did you want to rest?” You asked, holstering your new weapon.

“I can rest on the ship.”

“We never got a call on the ship. It won’t be fixed until dawn more than likely,” You pointed out, seeing that up ahead from the cantina was a building you recognized. “Look, there’s a place we can rest for the night.”

“But-“

“Din, you can’t stay up for 24 hours. Even hunters need rest.” You were stern, and the way Mando reluctantly followed you as you led the way made you smile.

You both walked over to the building, noticing that it was slightly run down. Din opened the door for you and you thanked him, walking over to the front desk. The strange alien looked at you both and then looked down, possibly in fear.

“A room for you both?” The alien said, turning away to get a key.

“Two actually.” Din corrected.

“There’s only one room. If you want, there’s another place down the road.”

“How far is it?”

“It’s…pretty far.” The alien said nothing more, only giving you the key.

“Are there at least two beds?” You asked, uneasy as you took the key.

“Nope, only one. But it’s big enough for two people. You will be in room 6.” The glint in the alien’s eye made you suspect that he was planning something, but you weren’t sure as to what.

“We’ll make it work.” Din was short with the alien and he started to walk down the hall, and you followed behind him, not really knowing how this would go. As small as the ship was you both had your own living quarters but this? A shared room, a shared bed, it spelled disaster in red lettering.

Din reached the end of the hall, just where room 6 was. He moved out of the way for you to get to the door and you unlocked it, your heart racing as you felt him so close to you. As you walked in, you realized that the bed was indeed big enough for you both yet you wouldn’t have as much wiggle room as you would like to make sure you didn’t invade his personal space. You sat down on the left side of the bed and took off your shoes as he did the same, silence falling between you both. You weren’t sure if it was best to break it since it may make things awkward between you two, but once your shoes were off and your little bag of the treat was still there, you wanted to see if he would try it now.

“Just one bite, Din.” You turned over to see that he was taking off his armor one by one, putting it on the nightstand and the chair.

“No. That could be poison.” At this point, you were sure that he was just telling you no to spite you since he didn’t want to admit that it tasted good.

“If it was poisoned, I would be dead by now. Just try it.” You moved over and he faced you, his body stiffening at how you were gracefully looking up at him. You gave him the treat, his gloves off at this point. The skin to skin contact sent shivers down your spine, taking a quick glance at his hands to see the battle scars on his knuckles. You wondered how he got them, be it during his days of training or a hardened battle that made him the Mandalorian you knew him to be, but those thoughts ceased to exist the minute he lifted up his helmet slightly to take a bite. You could barely make out his lower half, but the plump pink lips were definitely not hard for you to see. You watched him take a bite, and the way he savored each bite made you smile, knowing that you had gotten him.

“Do you like it?” You were grinning at this point, the little frown on his face evident that he wanted to tell you that you were wrong.

“It’s…okay.” He finally gets out, finishing the rest of it in another bite.

“Oh? Just okay? Why did you finish it then?” You question to your amusement.

“I don’t waste food. That’s all,” You scoffed at his poor excuse.

“Right. You keep telling yourself that.” He put his helmet back down and he went to open the door to the bathroom.

“I’ll be out in a minute for you to freshen up.” He walked in and closed the door just as fast, not giving you a chance to react. You ignored it, deciding on taking off your clothes so that you could get in to freshen up right away. The fresher was turned on at full blast from what you heard, which was promising as you wanted to have the water hit your back to relax. You took off your belt, making sure your new blaster was carefully placed on the nightstand for safety. Just as you were getting ready to take off everything else, you heard the sounds of grunting coming from the bathroom. You chose to ignore it, stripping down to just your bare layers protecting your modesty. But just as you were getting ready to ask Din if he was done, your heart leaped out of your chest when you heard the chant of your name. Suddenly, your name was echoing through the room as those sounds from the bathroom got louder. You felt something rising in the pit of your stomach, the desire to know if he wanted you despite never making it obvious. Before your mind could protest your feet were treading carefully over to the closed bathroom door, and your ear was carefully pressed up on it. And from that, whatever self-control you had flown out the window.

“Ah! Need her, need Y/N.” You were shocked for two reasons. One, this was one of the rare times you heard Din without his helmet on besides earlier with the treat, his voice crisp and velvety to your ears. Two, he needed you? Wanting you would already make you weak at the knees but the begging? The needing? Oh, you were done for the minute it registered into your head. You listened closely, feeling the familiar wetness pool beyond your control.

“Please, I need you. Would do anything to have you right here,” He was practically a whimpering mess, his desperation making your eyes widen as you didn’t know what you should do. To help him, or to leave him be as you didn’t know if he would react in embarrassment over the whole ordeal. “Stars, I need to be with her.” If there was any inkling of you having control, that was long gone as all you wanted to do now was see if interrupting him would be too much.

“I’ll be good for you, I promise.” You took the leap of faith to crack the door open, and you were pleased to see what he was doing. Pants hanging down loosely, hand wrapped around his length that was somewhat hard to see as his hand covered up most of it, but the tip that was leaking precum made your mouth water. Looking up, his shirt was off, his soft belly on display and aglow, the golden skin beckoning you to come over and get a closer look, his broad shoulders, arms flexing as he was reacting to the pleasure, and stars, his face. Lips slightly apart, a strong jaw, the tender slope of his nose that made him look irresistible, eyes closed shut as he couldn’t help it, soft lashes that you were slightly envious of, and that soft brown hair that you could run your fingers through for a lifetime. You had never laid your eyes on a more attractive man before. A hunter, a warrior in such a needy state of pleasure, lazily pumping his length to search for that blinding light of pleasure that could ease his worries. You couldn’t help but stare in awe, not only this being so hot but knowing that he was thinking about you. It wasn’t until the door creaked open more and Din shot his eyes open that you realized that you were leaning in too much.

“Oh I-“ You moved back as Din put himself back in his pants. You closed the door and pressed your back against it, feeling like an idiot. You just had to get so close to startle him. So much for having self-control. You sighed, knowing that this would be more awkward than you anticipated as just the realization of knowing that he was thinking about you would be in your head for who knows how long and now with interrupting him, you were a goner. But then, you realized that you could fix this if he would let you. You sat down on the bed, hoping that somewhere this would work in your favor. After what seemed like ages, the door opened, and out came Din with his helmet off and just his pants on. He looked embarrassed, but you knew that you could make that go away.

“Y/N, I-I’m sorry-“ You shushed him, moving back to where you were when you gave him the treat.

“There’s no need to be sorry Din. Everyone has needs. I’m just sorry for barging in on you like that.” You put out your hand and he took it, with you pulling him on the bed. His curious eyes were looking at just how little space there would be between you and him.

“I guess I was too loud?” He twiddled with his thumbs.

“A little, but that’s okay. I can fix that though,” You looked at him to see if you were overstepping, and the shocked look on his face made you wonder if you did.

“Fix it? I- that’s not your job that’s my fault.” He barely made eye contact with you.

“I know it’s not my job, but if you let me, I can fix it. It’s all up to you, always.” You titled his chin up, his soft brown eyes making you melt.

I want to, a lot.” You could see the relief as he gets it out and you smile, relieved that this didn’t backfire on you.

“Then let me. I promise I don’t bite…a lot.” You finally get a laugh out of him which makes you feel less nervous about the whole thing. A silence does fall between you two as Din thinks about what he wants. He takes a deep breath and grabs your hand.

“There’s a problem.” He finally got out.

“What’s the problem?” You were worried almost, thinking that for all you know this could be where he tells you that somehow there’s someone else in the picture and that this was one big mistake.

“I haven’t done anything.” He admits sheepishly, head bowing.

“What? Haven’t done anything in a while?”

“No, uhm. Never.” The words leave his mouth and you’re dumbstruck. It made sense as to why he didn’t want to do anything, but you didn’t want him to feel pressured into doing something he was not ready to do.

“Din, there’s nothing wrong with that. I can leave you be if you’re not ready to try anything and I would never pressure you since that’s not fair to you.” You put a hand on his arm.

“No, no! I-I want to, I just don’t know where to start.” He looks at you, his cedar eyes with golden flecks making you melt.

“Well, we take it slow then. There’s no need to rush or get to everything tonight.” You were unsure if there would be another time, but you at least hoped that this could be a good start for him, a wonderful start even.

“Where do we start then?” You take a moment to look at him, the way he looked so eager to learn yet still nervous about it all.

“We can start with something small and work our way through it.” You got closer to him, your breath fanning against his plump lips. You search his eyes and wait for any rebuttals but you hear nor see anything, the green light lit. You tentatively press your lips against his, soft enough where it’s almost as if you hadn’t done it. You notice that he shifts a bit so that he can face you, and you take the initiative to deepen the kiss, moving your hand from his arm and onto his cheek, slowly guiding him. His need to learn takes you aback as he enjoys trying to please you, the minute you open your mouth and he’s taking little steps to explore it just like you’re doing to him. You lightly tap his thigh to slow down and he does, and soon he realizes that slow is better.

There’s something about kissing him that makes something rise within you. You’ve had your fair share of kissing at cantinas but with Din? It was magical even if it was you teaching him how to kiss. His attentiveness, his hand moving to your thigh to touch you, following your lead as he didn’t want to do the wrong thing makes your mind swirl. You can tell he’s enjoying this based on how when you nibble at his lip he almost lets out a whimper, and you wonder what’ll take to get that out of him. But before you continued, you pulled back and you both had your foreheads pressed to each other.

“How was that?” You breathlessly ask.

“Need more.” Was all he got out before he rushed to kiss you again, much to your amusement. You were smiling as you moved closer to him, your hand traveled up from his cheek and up to his hair, carding through it as you thought about how just a few hours ago you were barely certain if the man was only friendly with you because you were his “partner” or if he wanted you like this. If you told the past you that you would have a Mandalorian here in bed with you, almost submitting to your touch as he was willing to have you as his teacher, you would’ve thought that you were crazy. But now, this was all you could think about.

His hand was moving up your thigh and to your clothed core, and just as his fingers got up to the waistband of your underwear you stopped.

“Did I do something wrong?” He looks at you with worry.

“No! I just, I want you to not feel neglected. I can teach you how to touch me and in turn I can help you.”

“I promise you that the last thing I feel right now is neglected. But please, teach me how to please you.” The way he looks at you with submission, his only goal in mind as to how to make you climax for him was sending pleasure down to your core, walls pulsating.

You pull down your underwear, feeling it no longer stick to your core with the cool air rushing to you. You feel his eyes on you, almost straining from waiting patiently and you wonder how he’s going to react once he touches you. You take off your bra as well, your breasts falling down slightly as his eyes widen. His hand moves back up to where it was before, a finger going up your slit.

“Is this okay?”

“I-It’s more than okay. Just right here,” You move his fingers right to your clit, moving him to rub it with tight circles. “Yes, right there Din. So good to me,” You hear him hitch his breath at your praise as you move your hand away. Knowing what to do he does it on his own, but you notice his eyes drifting to your breasts. Your nipples are already raised, and you can see him lick his lips.

“Go on. I know you want to,” You look at him and give him a smile, and that’s all he needs to hear before he’s latching on to your breast and sucking. You play in his hair, practically whimpering over how he’s learning so much with you. His tongue swirling around your raised nub, fingers rubbing your pleasure point without going too fast makes you wonder why you didn’t meet him sooner? He was barely experienced yet he knew how to pleasure you the way you wanted. At this point, all you wanted to do was return the favor even when you set out on helping him first.

“Din, you’re amazing,” You hear him hum in appreciation as he sucks on your breast more. You can feel yourself getting close and you know that you want to praise him until there’s nothing else that you can say. “That’s it, don’t stop! Make me cum like I know you can.” Just before he can pull off from your breast and respond you cum, gripping his hair tightly and crying out his name. He slows his movements as he feels you shake a little less, finally pulling his mouth off of your breast and smiling up at you.

“Did I do okay?”

“You were perfect Din, really.” You move your hand from his hair to his face and cupped it, kissing him right away. You both keep smiling during the kiss because there was something brewing between the two of you that was more than this arrangement. Maybe oblivious feelings were flying over your head like crusaders but you knew that with your heart beating so fast as you kissed him wasn’t just from your first orgasm. This was something palpable, something that you didn’t believe would be a one-time thing despite not knowing him for long. All you knew was that you would be with him for as long as he wanted to travel with you. Pulling away slightly and resting your foreheads on each other once again, you notice that he was pulling his hand away from your core to taste you, much to your delight. With him tasting you and shutting his eyes a little, you wondered how much he would enjoy tasting you fully on his knees.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

“Oh really? You’ve just been thinking about me secretly, trying to get off to the thought of me for so long?” Your hand finds its way to his underwear, cupping him and watching him jerk his hips up.

“What can I say? I knew that I wanted you I just didn’t know if I could.”

“Well you have me now Din, for as long as we can do this and more,” That puts another smile on his face. “Now let me take care of you, please?” He nods as you pull your hand away to let him take off his pants and underwear. As he pulled himself out of his underwear, you had to fight the urge to gasp. The rosy red tip glistening with precum, trailing down to his thick length that you were sure you could barely wrap your hand around. Hell, even his balls were heavy, looking as though he was aching for a release. If it wasn’t for you wanted to take it slow you would’ve went down on him right there, but knowing that you wanted to ease into whatever this was between you two, you spat in your hand and wrapped it around just the tip, pumping nice and slow.

“Y/N, I-,” He was barely getting the words out as your thumb swiped over the tip and you kissed his jaw.

“Is this what you were thinking about Din? Me taking care of you?” You whispered as you kissed his jaw again, making him gasp.

“Y-Yes! Needed you for so long.” You moved your hand further down, hand widening as his girth was so much. If you actually got to the point of fucking him, how would he fit inside you?

“Same here. You know how long I’ve been wanting to take care of you?” You kissed up his jaw to his cheek, and then his ear, all the while still going at the agonizingly slow pace that would make anyone want more. “Been wanting you since the day I met you. So strong, so resilient. You think you could take me?” Gently stroking his ego and him was fun to you, noticing his hips jutting up as you kissed his earlobe.

“Oh, I want to take you, need to take you soon, please.” You were stroking him from base to tip now, all the while his whines and moans were making you drip more than ever.

“So talkative now hmm? I just have you in the palm of my hand and you’re telling me everything you want now.” You moved your head back down to kiss him, and the way he whimpered in your mouth when you tightened your hand around his cock was obscene, yet all you wanted was to hear the songs he would sing from your ministrations. He pulled back to catch his breath, his hand gripping your thigh to steady himself.

“Stars, you’ve driven me mad today. Gun slinging and now this? Cyarika, you’re going to ruin me.” Where his confidence came from you did not know, but the sudden drop in his voice and the Mando’a name almost made you cum right there.

“You like a strong woman then. Turns you on that I know how to handle myself just like you,” You stroked him faster finally, his hips trying to meet your hand when you came down.

“Maker, yes.” The desperation in his voice was almost too much, to render him into the needy man that he was for you now was beyond what you could imagine. He buried his face into the small space of your neck, kissing and lightly biting.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good,” You cooed, all the while getting wetter at his slight whimpers and grunts. “Make all the noise you want.”

“S-So close,” He barely grunted out, hips still thrusting into your hand.

“Cum for me, cyare.” He raised his head to meet you once more, looking, all the while knowing that this was making both of your hearts beat out of your chests. The man that you knew to be smarter than you in some situations was falling apart in your hand, his cry wailing out as cum sputtered out of him, dripping to your hand. Hips jerking, thumb twirling around his angry red tip, his hand having a death grip on your thigh. It was all too much for you, and if you had enough stimulation you would’ve came right there with him again, but you wanted to focus on his pleasure for now, to give him what he should’ve had a long time ago.

“I’m proud of you, so so proud of you.” You tell him, and the way he nuzzles into your neck again makes your heart skip a beat. You both lay there for a moment, not wanting to get up as you knew that it probably took a lot out of him. He raised his head again and turned slightly over to see the mess he made.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to Din. It was amazing.” You kiss his cheek and somehow the slightest blush creeps up on his face. You got up to go into the bathroom to clean up your mess along with his, making sure that your hand was not coated. You came out and cleaned his lower half, all the while smiling at him like an idiot and him vice versa because you couldn’t believe what had just happened. Just 24 hours ago you were traveling through hyperspace and drawing up plans on when and where the quarry should be found. Now, you were in a room with him and trying to process how this man let you be his first and in turn, was somehow one of your best experiences you’ve had. Once you were done you threw out the used cloth and got into the bed with him again, putting the light sheet over you both. You both looked at each other, the tension thicker than before but you couldn’t put your finger on it. All you could see was that no man had ever laid eyes on you the way he did, with admiration, gentleness. You originally thought that the gaze of the Mandalorian was one of the most intimidating ones that one could experience but under his gaze now, you were all aglow. You took his hand in yours and squeezed it, and he did the same to you.

“Goodnight, Din.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” This time, he took the initiative to kiss you, not wanting to spend another second without doing so. Just with how he kissed you with determination and not inexperience like before, you were caught in a little trap that you didn't see coming. There was just something saccharine about him, that calmed you but also excited you beyond your understanding. You admired him from a small distance when you first met but now, you knew that you wanted to show him just how special he was, just how he deserved all the praise you gave him. But you settled for putting that into the kiss, a slight nibble on his lip making you both grin. Pulling away now, you both fell asleep just like that, holding hands and legs tangled with each other’s because now, you never wanted to be apart.

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hyp-fixator · 18 days

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art ask game: do you have a favorite color palette, have you done a lot of collabs, and whats your creative process?

Oooh fun fun

Some of my favourite colour palletes are ones that have warm tones or high contrast!! I love the palletes that are kind of like a neon sign too, ykwim? Black background with slowly growing colours to a fully saturated end product- THEY ALWAYS LOOK SO EDIBLE... I can never accurately pull it off though

I've done a few of collabs! Not a lot, but the main one I remember doing was a few years ago, a small group of people including me in a discord server decided to design a demon! I think I got the colouring stage? It was fun! Otherwise it was kinda like those "draw the gang" type collabs, nothing too serious/fully rendered

hmmmm my creative process...? I guess I can chat a little about how I figure out the designs for the P! Gang! (This'll be a long part so I'll put it under the cut!)

The first thing I do, almost always, is figure out the vibe of the character

I then correlate the vibe to an animal that gives the same vibe (Aka skate and a golden retriever)

If theres a theme or aesthetic the character goes along with I'll usually grab references from the web and perhaps doodle some ideas down (like I'll do with vinestaff and japanese kimonos)

If there's technology involved, expect me to have come across some cool tech that happened in real life before, and to see me add that into the design (like rocket's prosthetics/hyperlaser's helmet)

if I'm having a really tough time figuring out how to make a character look decent, I'll usually take a few minutes before I go to bed to sketch out some ideas- I did this for Boombox's jelly limbs and Slingshot

Afterwards I usually start drawing! Finding out a pose at first is a tough one, considering it has to show off the character while presenting the design as well- if their arm or something is hiding their chest, there's probably not a lot going on there/it's already shown somewhere else

The lines were a tough part to the process before I figured out the sizes I was gonna use- 3px for the main details, 2px for the inbetween, and 1px for the tiny details. (This is why I'm gonna go back to Subspace- his lines are totally out of whack compared to the rest of the gang!!)

My colouring process is hard to explain because I tend to just- do it. But I can try! Usually I start by placing out the flat colours and rendering it out one layer at a time. I try to get the colours down, they don't have to be perfect cause I'll end up tweaking them later. I render one colour at a time, (they're usually the same material,) and just go through that during the whole process! Depending on the material I also choose a lighting angle

After the colour I go in and edit them with overlays, colour the lines occasionally, and that's it!

Pop on the signature across the design, post it on the discord servers, tumblr, etc

After I post it I usually take a small hiatus from drawing to think and regain some inspiration, reblogging a bunch of stuff and then starting the process again!

I take my time with things like this, so itll be unlikely for me to post two at a time! Scythe and Ban were a special case because I forgot to put her into the poll and ban was the next guy I was gonna draw! (I personally can also see the effects of this on Scythes design cause I drew her second- I'm not as satisfied with her as I could be, which is why I'm also redoing her.)

Uhhhh yeah that should be it!

#art question #ask game #answered #tumblr asks

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eunchancorner · 3 months

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The much-anticipated (to my delighted surprise) part 3

“And here we are.”

Carmen motioned to the giant gate in front of her, which led to a grand yard, complete with a fountain in the center and what Dexter could best describe as a mansion on the other side.

“Jesus fucking Christ” he mumbled under his breath, speaking louder and more directly towards Carmen as he noted, “You said you had ‘decent’ income, not that you were fucking rich.”

“I suppose I should have mentioned that me and my family are upper class. But I didn’t want to scare you off.” She opened the gate, stepping through and motioning for him to follow her along a pristine walkway. “Come, come.”

He followed after her, the gate swinging shut behind him. He felt so out of place here. He felt small, scruffy, like a raccoon in a fancy restaurant. They were walking towards a mansion and he lived out of his truck!

They got to the mansion soon enough, Carmen opening the door and allowing Dexter to step inside. He immediately noticed how large the house was from the inside, which seemed somehow bigger than the outside. The second thing he noticed, however, was someone coming up to greet the two.

“Hello, darling,” the stranger said, taking Carmen by the hand. Dexter noticed how she kissed his cheek, bringing a soft blush to his face. He grew a bit anxious as the stranger turned to him.

“And you must be Dexter. Carmen has told me a lot about you,” the stranger said, offering a handshake, which Dexter accepted.

“Oh- yeah- uhm, you must be her husband. Richard, right?” Dexter asked, a little uncertain.

“Yes, that would be me. I trust you’ve been treating her right, judging by the way she speaks about you. Seems you’ve found a way right next to me in her heart.”

Dexter was a little shocked by the news. Sure, he figured Carmen loved him at least a little, but not nearly as much as her actual husband!

“I-I have?”

“Of course you have. After all, it only took a few weeks for Richard to end up so dear to me. Even if you aren’t as well off as we are, I know you’re trying. You remember that little bird decoration you gave me a few days ago?” she asked. He did, shamefully so. It was from a convenience store near where he’d been parked, he’d bought it with what was left of his money after taking her to a nearby restaurant that was having a special deal on an overstocked meal. It was only a few dollars, but it was still something he’d wanted to give her.

“Uhh, yeah?”

“Oh, yes, I remember that, as well. Didn’t you clip that to the lamp in our room?” Richard pointed out.

She did?

“Oh, how could I not? It had the perfect little branch for him!” She seemed so proud of herself, and of the little bird as well.

“Him?” Dexter couldn’t help but ask.

“She named it-”

“Him.”

Richard rolled his eyes with a smile.

“She named him Goldie and put him on the lamp in our room that’s shaped like a cherry blossom tree. I have to admit he does sparkle quite nicely there…”

Dexter felt… a little honored. He didn’t expect a cheap plastic bird he bought with the last few dollars he had would end up being a decoration in such an already luxurious house, let alone end up with a name as well. It felt kinda nice that it was so well-received, not just by Carmen, but her husband as well.

He noticed Carmen whispering in Richard’s ear and grew curious, but before he could ask, she pulled away from her husband and walked over to her boyfriend with a small smirk. He felt himself blushing as she took his hand in hers, pulled him close and gave him a soft, affectionate kiss on the cheek. He still wasn’t used to how affectionate she was in private, it was a sharp contrast to how she acted in public, where they usually spent their time.

“See? Just like you!” she practically sang, turning back to Richard, who seemed to grow a bit embarrassed.

“Do I do that?” he asked, blushing a little, bringing his hand up to his cheek as though covering it, prompting a small giggle from Carmen.

“Honey, you’re doing it right now.”

He blushed a bit more as it was pointed out.

“What do you mean, just like him?” Dex asked, wondering if he should be upset or pleased. Or perhaps just embarrassed.

“Oh, Richard has always been the most easily flustered thing when it comes to affection, especially if it’s sudden. I simply had to show him how similar you two are like that!” she pointed out, only leading the two to blush even more. Embarrassment it was then.

“Ah, well, that might change if we spend more time together alone, I’ll probably start getting used to it…” Dexter trailed off, looking away, and Carmen put a hand on his cheek, turning him back towards her.

“And I’ll still love showing you, even in the smallest increments, how much I love you. This goes for both of you. I don’t care if you react, nor if your reactions change. As long as my message is getting across, I’m happy.”

Dexter couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, smiling as he said, “God, how do you always know what to say?”

“She has a way with words, doesn’t she?” Richard remarked, coming to stand beside him.

She couldn’t help but smile as she reached out and took Richard’s cheek in her other hand, kissing both of them in turn, laughing softly to herself as they both reddened.

“Well, to the living room then? We all have a lot to discuss.”

#eun writes #sm #spooky month #richard #carmen #dexter erotoph #ratqueen

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dxstopiaa · 1 year

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First Impressions..?

Description: You’re relatively new to one of the most prestigious colleges in teyvat, wouldn’t it be nice to have someone to accompany you?

Characters: Xiao, Zhongli, Heizou. (will do a part two with fem characters and additional male if you’d like! <3)

Xiao

• You would be lying to yourself if you claimed he wasn’t one of the primary people you noticed upon your first day.

• You found him seated towards the back of the lecture hall, typing away on his laptop in front of him, engrossed in his work completely. How does he do it? Don’t know.

• His black hair with occasional streaks of teal framing his face gently when he looked up to confirm his surroundings. His golden attentive eyes, lined with hues of ruby and marigold, directly contrasting his harsh gaze.

• You decided to settle into the row behind him, which was mainly empty, much to your liking. Setting up your own devices in front of you and reading your subject brief handed to you by the lecturer.

• Unbeknownst to you, Xiao had noticed your presence and your status as new in this school. Although Xiao was not the type to outwardly help you, not just yet anyway, he did hope you would settle in nicely, you appeared pleasant.

• Upon getting a closer look at him, he appeared to have tattoos covering his biceps and forearm, a faint glow present just like his irises. Majestic was the only word to describe him. His notes seemed organised and simple, only containing key information, yet helpful nonetheless.

• Seeing as you both were noticeably pursuing the same major, you both hoped for future interactions…

Zhongli

• College brings quite the responsibility around, doesn’t it? You were well aware of this, hence previously planning all your future actions.

•Unfortunately, not everything goes to plan, things change and become inaccessible at certain times.

• You found yourself prioritising two things: Accommodation and an Income. Deciding it would be appropriate to begin work first, you found yourself at a local campus café.

• The manager promised a decent pay and a cozy atmosphere, to which both were fulfilled. The overall comfy surroundings and delicious brunch served daily made said café a hotspot for tired hungry students with backpacks fuller than their stomachs.

• Many people traversed in and out of the restaurant daily, however there was this one memorable student within your major who found himself in a routine of studying at the homey, dim bistro every Wednesday and Friday.

• From the initial time you met him, he upheld himself in such grace and politeness you would not of guessed he was a similar age to you. A gentle smile and a simple greeting before ordering a osmanthus oolong tea as per usual was enough to brighten up your fatiguing shift.

• Your conversations became more indulgent and frequent after you both established you were both participating in the same course.

• Over time you couldn’t help but adore and cherish his quite literally stunning features. Gorgeous serene eyes, to which you felt were quite familiar but couldn’t place a finger to, which were patient and amiable always willing to aid you..

•Or his lengthy hazel tresses, other times kept in a sleek updo, or left down in all its ethereal glory which you took pleasure in sneakily caressing, internally drooling over how soft his hair was.

• One thing you knew for certain is that you would be learning from his fashion sense and routines, who let him look so put together as a geography and economics major?

Heizou

• You had heard that the criminology course available at this college was praised beyond others, partly due to its additional involvement with practical projects.

•Although you were a little apprehensive to walk into the large lecture hall, notably ten minutes late, you figured that schedule was not directly punished as it was in high schools where discipline was enforced to ‘build structure’ , which you personally thought didn’t work well anyway. Independence is key, right?

• You greeted the lecturer with a curt wave, before calmly walking to the back of the hall, preventing distraction to others.

• A certain individual on the far side of the room couldn’t help but gesture you over, he could see right through your ‘shield’, after all, he once experienced this too himself.

• Surprised was an understatement of how you felt, is he looking at me? Almost as if he could sense your confusion, he nodded his head playfully and patted the seat next to him.

•You welcomed the idea of a potential acquaintance and seatmate, so you rather happily sat next to him as per his request.

• ‘I couldn’t help but notice you’re new and needed an introduction to the course, Im Heizou!’ His first impression was certainly a lasting one. His cheerful tone made you warm up to him quite quickly, you could not deny he was very talkative, desiring camaraderie.

• It seemed diversity and distinctiveness existed most predominantly in this institute, for his appearance was one to treasure. Olive viridescent optics that shone with curiosity and thoughtfulness, each with their respective mole below them, alluring indeed. His burgundy red hair messily reaching down to his neck with a constant benevolent smile plastered on his face, which occasionally whispered lighthearted teases and comical jokes.

• He knew you will get on with him quite well, soon best friends perhaps?

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arcplaysgames · 1 year

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The Persona 5 Post-Mortem, Part One: What I Didn't Like 8C

I have reread my entire P5 liveblog to refresh my memory of everything that happened in the game, and I've been trying to think about how I feel about P5R and, frankly, whether I like the game. Which is a very basic question, I think, but one I am deeply struggling with, so obviously it's not actually that simple, huh.

The answer I am tentatively settling on is: I think the third semester saves P5R from being an Actually Bad game.

I think that Persona 5 Vanilla is actually… a 5 out of 10 at best, and in my heart it's lower than that. But Royal does so much intense heavy lifting, it alone, separate from the rest of the game and the original campaign, is an 8 out of 10.

That is an enormous discrepancy that I've really never dealt with in a video game before. I think the last game I played that I truly disliked to my bones was Fallout 4. FO4 remains the only game I've ever played were I genuinely and truly wanted a refund of not just my money but my time, the hours I spent in that meaningless, vapid fucking world. Even FO3 gave me some joy of exploration, for fuck's sake.

P5R is not as bad as FO4, but the main campaign is to me an enormous disappointment that…. if I had not been in the throes of a depressive slump and thus needing something to hyperfocus on, I don't know if I would have finished the game. My frequent references to Yusuke saving me from turning off the game were not exaggeration in the least.

So, I think there are two major problems with this game. And I understand that when I did my post-mortem on P4G, I started with my likes and then went to dislikes, but I think for P5R it's correct to reverse that, because my negative feelings far outweigh the positive.

I guess point one is obvious: I think the cast of this game is bad.

I refuse to sugar-coat it. The cast of P5 is just bad, with a few mild exceptions. Even the characters that I like, I enjoy them comparatively to the ones I hate. And I have never hated someone in a Persona game before, not even Joker Mode Yosuke.

The entire cast of this game is much, much flatter than you would expect from a game that is trying so desperately to be stylish and loud and garish. P5R is maximalist to its fucking core. The fusions are executions, item creation is an electric chair, the menus are nightmares of high contrast and bouncing shapes, everything is LOUD LOUD LOUD 24/7 in this game to the point that I, a person I think is fairly skilled at video games and played P4G on Normal and breezed through it, had to lower the difficulty of the game to fucking have fun, because I felt so inundated with stimulus, I was struggling to play the fucking game.

That maximalist spirit just vanishes in the characters, and it's so fucking jarring. All style, no substance.

When I was trying to figure out my thoughts on the characters, the thing I kept coming back to was that P5 has too many main characters in the party. And weirdly, I think I'm right! P3 has seven party members (excluding beloved Koromaru, eight if you count Shinjiro who is in the party for a month). P4 only has seven.

Persona 5 Royal has nine, and I think part of the problem is that to fit all of these characters into the party and the story and to keep the MSQ scene moving at a decent pace, everyone suffers for it and gets flattened. Even the vibrancy of Yusuke vanishes from the game in the final third, where all his interesting tics and quirks are phased out until he's just a guy here to say his lines to move things along. Almost everyone suffers from this, where they are focal points during their introduction arc, and then they just lose all their shine as the story moves on.

This didn't happen in P3 and P4. That's not rose-tinted glasses talking; I JUST played both of those games starting in December. P3 is my true love but P4 is a tremendous example of how the characters continued to be themselves in every scene, even after their introductory chapters ended.

So the poison at the heart of P5R is that the characters are both not as three-dimensional to start with (and there are only a few I would even consider three-dimensional), and from the moment their respective Palaces end, they're on a half life.

This literally might be why I like Haru best, because she's introduced so late in the game that she didn't lose her voice yet by the endgame.

This is all of course at odds with the fact that only a few characters are really good. Futaba probably deserves the most accolades for being clear and present in every scene and always maintaining her uniqueness. Morgana as well, seeing as his arc lasts the entire game and is one of the central mysteries. And Akechi, without whom I think the entire game might have actually failed? Without the complexity and unnerving energy from Akechi, this cast could not sustain the runtime of the game.

AND ON TOP OF ALL OF THAT, it does not help that I actively disliked two of my party members. Makoto has by far the worse introduction of any character in any game I have played and the way the game just did not understand or contend with what she did, the stalking and blackmail and endangering everyone, soured her so completely for me that she never once got party time. I never used her.

But even she was a relief next to fucking Ryuji. Ryuji, the token best friend character who turned into The Teammate Everyone Hates for me. He was a mean, emotionally dense, disrespectful and dehumanizing asshole for the entire fucking game. And I am used to the Best Friend Guy who messes up and grows over the course of the game (see: Junpei and Yosuke) but with Ryuji there is no growth, there is barely acknowledgement of how cruel he is. And the fact he never actually apologized to Morgana for his bullshit in the middle of the game lost me completely on him. Ryuji made me as the player on the other side of the screen uncomfortable. That's…. wild, tbh.

So we have a cast where I can barely stand two characters, I'm ambivalent on three, one I regularly forgot she existed, and three I liked a lot.

That's a fucking mess, y'all. For a Persona game, which is a premium Hangout Game, where so much of the point is the characters? That's a huge problem.

The other games in this franchise like Shin Megami Tensei tend to have characters that are flatter and more allegorical in nature, but that's okay because the focus is on the themes and the writing of the world.

Which leads directly to the other problem with Persona 5.

The writing. On several metrics, the writing is Bad.

On the first point, the fact that this game has an 80 hour runtime if you are lucky, and that's just the vanilla MSQ. It feels like an 80 hour runtime. I felt every goddamn minute of how long this game is.

Structure is the problem here, in my opinion, and it goes hand in hand with the character issue. Just as this game has too many characters, it has too many set-pieces and arcs. To justify Makoto's presence in the game, there is a long, superfluous arc with Kaneshiro that should have just been cut entirely. Kaneshiro is about 10 hours that could just be snipped out of the game with nothing lost thematically or narratively.

And even more that P4 and DEFINITELY more than P3, the game will essentially…. repeat scenes.

As someone who did this entire liveblog with screencaps, I cannot tell you how many times I thought I missed capping a specific line or moment only to find out that it was in a nearly-identical scene a little bit earlier. Sometimes there were three different scenes that conveyed no new information, just restated what the characters knew, and that's just ridiculous. That's truly just too much.

On top of that, this game just gives the player way too much time. I didn't fill out every SLink in this game, but that's because I actively chose not to out of disinterest in a few of them. If I wanted to, I think I could have done every one without a guide. I spun my wheels for OVER TWENTY IN-GAME DAYS MULTIPLE TIMES. The pacing is a nightmare.

Another point I mentioned a lot was the technical quality of the writing.

This game is so over-produced, so maximalist, has so many small details, but the actual script as written for the game feels like it was done under crunch. Like, extreme crunch. Original FF7-style crunch.

It's hard to explain what this means, but in P4G, the script was lovingly crafted word by word and everything was incredibly naturalistic and conversational. There was never a moment when I had to refer to the log and reread anything, no point where a conversation lost me.

In P5R, this happened regularly. Awkward phrasings, responses that didn't make sense, repetitive sentence structure, and weird conversational pivots that did actually force me to go back and reread to understand what was being said.

Localizing a game of this scope and budget is a herculean task, and I know the game's English release was delayed. It just was not enough time. I would guess that this game needed at least another month or two to cook, but more than anything, the localization process should have been started a year before it was. The localization needed to be happening concurrently with the final year of development for a text this fucking dense.

It is so weird to see the extreme polish of the presentation of this game and then to just read the text aloud and go "wait, what" numerous times in a single playthrough.

(also this barely feels like its worth mentioning with the other issues but the lack of translation of the textures was unacceptably bad. I had to get a JPN-speaking friend to translate some things for me, and I really genuinely feel like missing out on some of this shit diminished the context of the game. Maruki's place is the most egregious offender but its everywhere.)

And finally, the last writing complaint is that until the Third Semester, this game has nothing to say. The Persona 5 Vanilla version of this game is……. meaningless but masquerading as thoughtful and rebellious.

Which is frankly hugely disappointing because this game does start strong with Joker and the repeated motif of imprisonment and betrayal. In just the first hour, Joker is beat up in an interrogation room, he's falsely accused of assault, his probation officer tells him he deserved it for stepping out of line, and every figure of authority from the principal to the teachers to his fellow students treat him like a murderer. It was a potent start to a game.

And in the end, Yaldaboath is just repeating the same fucking shit that Izanami did in P4G. People? More like SHEEPLE, amiright? People care more about being entertained than the TRUTH, and they want to be shadows/imprisoned.

Blah blah fucking blah. Persona needs to come up with something new to say because this was NOT it, chief, and was just disappointing given the strong start with Joker. I think this game's Big Theme can confidently be boiled down to "phones are like prisons," and its infuriating.

So much superfluous text and so little to say.

Until the Third Semester, anyway.

Next post will be about the things I liked, I promise.

#p5 #persona liveblog #post mortem #LONG post #warning this post is VERY negative

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pantoneyoongi · 2 years

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neon signs | not this again

title ; not this again pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you

notes ;

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!)

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi.

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.)

word count ; 1.3k

tags ; fluff, that’s really it, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags

when you see yoongi through the classroom door window, you nearly turn right back around. the only reason you don’t is because you figure that skipping class on the literal first day of the semester just because you don’t know how to act in front of a cute boy is probably not ideal for your gpa.

well, that and yoongi lifts his head at the exact right moment, smile spreading slowly across his face in a way that has you completely forgetting that you actually don’t have a crush on yoongi anymore. you swore. or at least that’s what you told namjoon, anyway.

you push open the door, taking the empty seat next to yoongi. he always sits a little ways to the back, closer to the door - less attention from the professor, but still decently easy access out, he says.

“hi,” you greet shyly, and yoongi smiles warmly back. you haven’t seen him since last semester - a whole summer separating the two of you, but of course there was still the group chat hoseok created with you all last year. hoseok made him send pictures (“to prove you’re alive, yoongi,”) so you’d received a tiny gallery of Things Yoongi Did This Summer.

“looks like we have class together again,” yoongi comments, turning to face you as you get settled. you pull out your notebooks to distract yourself from looking at him - just because you don’t have a crush on him anymore doesn’t mean he isn’t still unfairly attractive.

you bite your lip, “yeah, looks like it.” your eyes lift to meet his, and he looks so genuinely happy to see you that it makes your heart skip a beat in your chest. almost immediately, all the work you put in last semester to get over your (tiny, baby - miniscule, really) crush on him evaporates into thin air.

you and yoongi are both chinese minors - freshman year fall semester saw you two in the same class, but you were separated for spring semester, your interactions generally limited to when hoseok managed to drag you, namjoon, and yoongi out together (which, admittedly, was pretty often, but still - not an every-other-day-for-80-minutes-straight occurrence). so lucky for you and your erratic heart, you managed to tame your feelings into something nonexistent whenever you were around yoongi.

or so you thought.

you really should have a little more resilience than this. but having been friends with yoongi for a little over a year now means you know that yoongi is terribly, terribly sweet, a kind and patient person with the manners of a perfect gentleman. it contrasts entirely with his sharp features, the ones that had you terrified of him when you first met him, until you learned altogether too soon that yoongi’s only sharp on the surface - his features quickly softened out, feline eyes giving way to rounded cheeks and a smile you can’t resist.

you’re screwed. you are one hundred percent screwed. one glance at his handsome profile as he listens to the professor introducing herself and you know it’s game over for you. the rest of this semester is going to be spent every other day for eighty minutes straight next to min yoongi - you know you don’t stand a chance.

you just hope namjoon doesn’t say i told you so.

“there is nothing even remotely unpredictable about this, y/n,” namjoon deadpans when you confess (again). you whine into the wood of the table, forehead pressed against it like you’d wanted to in class as soon as you realized yoongi was in it. but of course namjoon can’t say i told you so like a normal person. of course he has to say it with the words of his 148 iq score.

he sighs when you don’t lift your head, relenting a little. he pats your head lightly. “it’s yoongi,” he tries. “it was practically love at first sight for you.”

you’re sure he thought that was comforting (it’s not) but at least it makes you whip your head up off the table to glare at him, an adorable pout on your face. “it’s not love!” you argue back. he raises his hands in defense.

“sorry. like at first sight.”

the crease between your brows relaxes but the pout stays. “every other day,” you lament. “i’m gonna act like an idiot every other day.”

namjoon inhales deeply through his nose, hand outstretching to rub your arm soothingly. “to be fair,” you know he’s about to say something that’ll make you ditch him in this coffee shop you forced him to join you at. “you’re usually an idiot every day- okay, okay, i’m sorry, i’m joking-”

“okay i swear it is not my fault i’m late i really accidentally fell asleep but look i’m here i made it and it’s not even that far past eight-”

you pause your excuses to find yoongi blinking back at you from his spot on hoseok’s bed. neither boys who actually reside in this room are even in it, both hoseok and namjoon nowhere to be found.

“oh,” you mumble, cheeks pink. “hi, yoongi. where are the others?”

he shrugs, shifting over on hoseok’s bed to give you room to hop on. he offers out a hand to you, fingers wrapping around your forearm to help lift you up as he says, “not sure. namjoon let me in and then disappeared, so as far as i’m concerned, you’re on time and those two are the ones who are late.” he gives you that grin you’ve memorized from the first time you saw it, all teeth and gums and bad for your health. you can’t help it - you giggle back like a teenager.

the two of you make small talk, trading schedules and figuring out where you’re both dorming this semester. you poke fun at the pictures he sent over the summer (“yoongi, my grandparents take better photos than these”) while he huffs and crosses his arms (“at least i tried”). at some point he gets comfortable, limbs stretched out like a cat before he curls up against hoseok’s pillows, sleepily watching you as you ramble off about the latest show you’re watching. you’re still sitting cross-legged beside him, too shy to lay down next to him.

(but the thought is certainly tempting.)

“we should watch one together,” he mumbles into hoseok’s sheets. his arms wrap around a pillow, hands curling into the plush. “i can come over, or we can use netflix party-”

“seriously, how long does it take to get a drink from the vending machine? if it’s not coming out maybe consider that your dollar is lost-”

“first of all it was a dollar twenty-five, so i’m getting that shit out of the machine, i cough up enough money to come to this damn school-”

namjoon and hoseok bicker their way into the room, hardly even noticing you and yoongi’s presence. yoongi doesn’t bother to sit up, just buries himself further into hoseok’s pillow, hair spreading messily about. your fingers twitch, wanting to comb through it, and you grip the ends of your t-shirt a little tighter, turning your attention back to the other two boys.

“you spent an hour fighting a vending machine?”

hoseok and namjoon both pause, staring blankly at you. namjoon’s eyes dart to yoongi laying down on hoseok’s bed behind you, half-asleep, before going back to you.

“oh. we were supposed to hang out tonight,” he remarks.

hoseok looks at his roommate. “that was tonight?”

yoongi’s eyebrows furrow. you’re a lost cause. “that was tonight, you fucks. you think i leave my bed just for kicks?”

namjoon’s lips press together flatly. “i knew something was up. yoongi only shows up if y/n does.”

this makes you whip your head back to yoongi, whose face is now fully shoved into hoseok’s pillow. it’s hiding his red ears, and if he didn’t need the pillow to keep things that way, he would’ve launched it across the room straight into namjoon’s face by now. yoongi has good aim and namjoon is much too uncoordinated to block.

you try to hide your smile, tucking your lower lip in, but hoseok spies it and exchanges a glance with namjoon. in a rare moment of roommate telepathy, hoseok connects the dots from namjoon’s subtle nod.

hoseok always knew yoongi was still into you, but you?

oh, you are definitely also still into him.

series masterlist ; neon signs

#yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x yn #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x oc #yoongi #min yoongi #fluff #series: nsyg

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azureaqua · 2 years

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Giving the Ikesen guys modern outfits (because I can) <Pt. 1>

Yeah, we’re doing this. I've probably put way too much thought and time into this. But at this point I have to share it. Why the Ikesen guys, you ask? Because they have the most traditional clothes, especially seeing that nowadays western-style fashion is present everywhere! Let's get it!

→ PART 2 HERE!

How did this post even came alive? Tbh, I was just browsing Pinterest and one of my secret hobbies is that I like to thirst over fashion runways and designer stuff. Not that I would ever buy them, or have the money to buy them, but I still enjoy it for some reason haha. So one time, I was looking at an outfit and suddenly a warlord popped into my head. That's when I decided that I'll do a full detailed research on this. Inspired mainly by their armors and color palettes. (First I thought about drawing the outfits myself, but my drawing skills are questionable, so I edited them instead. My editing skills are better, I promise.)

Also, as I said; these are from fashion runways, so almost everything is from luxury brands and/or quality designers. So not the 'typical' street fashion, because I figured it would be more interesting this way. Plus since I needed a lot of jackets and blazers for the guys, I'm thanking Balmain, because most of these are from their shows XD.

Toyotomi Hideyoshi

I started with him for some reason, when I decided to put together the collages (?). I don't know why, because when I searched for materials and inspiration I was a bit gutted when it came to him. Nonetheless I think managed to craft a decent outfit! A light traditional-looking top, nothing too fancy. Then these cargo pants that can connect as a top as well, in a garish orange color. I just had a vibe that Hideyoshi would rock it. Also it can be very functional! Then boots, to not slip in the hallways. Some leather gloves, to protect the hand and the skin (and he sometimes gives it to Nobunaga, bc he's worried.) And a bigger bag, because he packs for two people usually; Mitsunari and himself.

Maeda Keiji

The free, sometimes unhinged party guy. Who dresses as if the concept of summer had raided a party store. So I wasn't afraid to give him something unusual! Big, loose-legged pants that ventilate well. Some chunky white basketball shoes, that you also see in street dance videos. A traditional-looking top as well, with a kimono-like neckline, even simpler than Hideyoshi's. A magenta belt for good contrast, looks as if it's made out of satin! And to top it off, a leather jacket with an interesting opening! I admit, at first I wanted to use the jacket with nothing under it, making Keiji shirtless... But then I didn't. 🤫 Nonetheless, he rocks it anyway!

Mouri Motonari

I admit, this wasn't the first setup for him. I changed almost all the things, when I revisited it, since I did his outfit early on. I changed everything except the shoes lol. But for the better, since my first attempt was a disaster. I like his tailcoat the best, since it makes me remember sailors and the navy - you know, seeing he's a pirate -, with it's design. Also, it color IS navy blue, so plus points for that. The pants are quite simple, but still got that nice blue color, like the sea. I also wanted to honor his tassels, that are on his main design in the game, and I like the harsh red accent color, it matches his eyes! The top under the jacket is a simple long-sleeved black shirt, with a little extra cut in the front. He's got nice, lace up boots, with some animal printing on it, I believe? I liked the shape haha. And I added his gloves on, since we know he needs them.

Naoe Kanetsugu

I won't lie, he looks like a K-pop poster boy, but I just got these vibes from him, when I was putting this together. The black-and-white contrast is strong, I'm not sure why it's him out of all the warlords, but it was intuition haha! His outfit is fairly simple with the thight black pants, and black shoes. He has a longer, leather belt on for important design elements. His top/shirt is the most extra, with the half-and-half form! I think overall it's pleasing for the eyes. Not as colorful as Keiji, but still cool and collected!

Sanada Yukimura

I wanted only black and red pieces for him, strictly. Especially some harsh red, since he's that kid who speaks his mind no matter what and has a strong sense of honesty and justice. So red seemed appropriate and in-character for him. The details are very sharp-edged and abstract on them, mainly the top. Yukimura is also like that in a way. The pants got a red add-on as well, and the boots' laces are blood red too! Then there's this weird harness thing and the shoulder blades (?)... I was trying to mimic something like an armor, not sure how I did, but it has the rough-around-the-edges vibe - literally -, that I was going for. Then gloves, and a baseball cap too, because he's the town's cool kid!

Oda Nobunaga

My first idea was a big, epic mafia-boss fur coat. Then it ascended into something feather-like, since he has Haguro. Then it became this fancy black feather thing, on his shoulders. Another tailcoat, probably from the same runway as Motonari's XD. With luxurious black velvet design, with some nice accent blue details, and the materials mix on the belt, which is good contrast! The pants are a big baggy which I don't mind, but they're simple enough to tone the outfit down. And lastly the tall boots, which I was a bit hesitant to give to him, but it was a good decision! It's aesthetic is still very boss-like, so I'm happy that I achieved my goal!

Imagawa Yoshimoto

Did I went overboard with the idea that he has a pet peacock? Yeah, but if it's Yoshimoto, he needed something fab! He looks like a crazed bird lady, but I promise he's a crazed bird lady at a fashion show, so it's not forever. I found this photoshoot where the models had peacock themed coats, shirts and everything, so it was meant to be. I didn't put anything under his big coat, but let's pretend he wears a thin shirt, for good measure. Also, the main piece is the poncho-like thing, so I made the pants simple as well. The neckline is an intricate lace, to mix textures. And on the sides I tried to mimic the colorful feathers of a peacock. It's obvious the coat was put together from many separate pieces, but it's special. As a last touch I gave a hat to him, to add to his gentlemanly side.

Date Masamune

The huge urge to dress him in those cool dragon-patterned clothes! I had a blast finding pieces like that! I wanted to give him a loose, care-free outfit, to capture the real reckless side he has! Although the top and the pants aren't that compatible; since the top is a more elegant suit jacket and the pants seem like a pair of trainers, I still think it looks good! (Also because I definitely wanted to use that top and refused to let go.) I found this another harness thing I believe, and I wanted to mimic his armor with it, and I think it certainly makes the full picture better! I gave him gloves too, but fingerless ones this time. Also I found this super cool, over-the-top mask that made me remember an ancient dragon so it seemed like a good accessory. Instead of an eyepatch. 😅

This was a long process, and we're only halfway in!

The others are in part two, due to picture limit!

#cybird ikemen series #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #oda nobunaga #hideyoshi toyotomi #maeda keiji #kanetsugu naoe #date masamune #yoshimoto imagawa #mouri motonari #yukimura sanada #ikesen yukimura #ikesen yoshimoto #ikesen hideyoshi #ikesen nobunaga #ikesen motonari #ikesen masamune #ikesen keiji #ikesen kanetsugu

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TEDTalk Time again >:)

Funnily enough, I've actually been tryna think of songs but to no avail which was annoying cuz analyzing your Cap alongside music is sO fun but then when I wasn't actively searching, a song came to mind. Wild how the brain works. ANYWAYS...

Punching Bag by Set It Off is today's song. Although I won't lie, this one might be a bit confusing since I just thought of it and didn't organize many thoughts but here we go >:)

This empty feeling sets in my chest and I start to worry Try to push it down, cast it out, but I can't control it, ah!

This song is very LtF Cap and his relationship with Damien. These first two lines don't even really need an explanation tbh. But it's basically Cap after a decent amount of time with Damien after that "honeymoon" period they had when they first got together. And all those thoughts of Cap not being worth real love taking place in his mind.

Hanging on by the strings that you're pulling So you cut me down just to push me around

Like I'm your punching bag

That third line is the start of the chorus while the first two are still part of verse 1 which is why there's the space. But any lyrics about being pushed around and shit just makes me think of how Damien just degraded Cap in bed without even caring if he wanted that. And the "hanging on by strings" line, Cap knowing Damien isn't good for him but not wanting to miss out on Damien's "affection".

Take it out on someone who won't hit you back 'Til we're all as broken as you

And this ofc, would be the party. Cap deserved to get a good hit in when Damien was being...Damien. But god it just makes me think Damien absolutely knew Cap wouldn't do anything despite all the antagonizing he did. The fact he fucking choked the man ??? And Cap still did nothing (all while comforting Kitty too. Charlie you're an amazing writer) And that second line ? Well...once Damien told Cap he was married, it went to shit for him. I mean, he was drunk and looking like shit at the party and unsurprisingly took it out on Cap when he saw him. Trying to take them both down. Because ofc, it's not Damien's fault his wife divorced him when she was told he was cheating. Not his fault Cap finally got away from him. If everyone sees how fucked up Cap is then they'll want to drop him too and leave him with nothing.

So say, goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy You got your wish, he's rotting in hell

I'd say this is Cap immediately after moving. When he wasn't super approachable and still kept to himself. Damien sort of broke him and he decides if he doesn't let anyone in, he can't be hurt. And then it happens again after the party. Just as he's feeling safe and comfortable, the peace is broken and Cap goes back to hiding away after having yelled at his friends when they were trying to help him. He does make things right with them but in those moments, he lashes out and tries pushing people away.

I'm up all night when you think I'm sleeping People pleasing's never good for your health

First line is, again, Cap and Damien sleeping together. That unease Cap felt after they were finished and having to sneak out when really he wanted someone who'd let him stay and make him feel wanted. And that second line is...yeah that's pretty Cap. When he talks about how he's sorta given up on love and intimacy because he doesn't deserve it so he just lets others see him how they want to see him.

On this episode of "Friend or Foe", you're throwing stones

Friend or Foe is obviously Damien. The way he changes from being all interested in what Cap has to say to just getting straight to using him. And Cap having to figure out which one it'll be. Part of him wants to believe "friend" for the simple fact that Damien told him Cap was lucky he was still around. Manipulative mf >:(

I could give you the world, but you'd poison the seas I could let down my guard, but then all that I'd be is just your [punching bag]

God this fuckin line. The contrast between Damien and Cap. The way Cap is so full of affection that he wants to give someone. Even though he's been told otherwise and began to believe it, all he really wants is to be happy and have someone who'll share that with him (*cough* pat <3 *cough cough*) And someone he can actually be around without having to pretend to be something else or shut down his emotions to keep being with them. Someone he feels safe with (god this poor man). But then there's Damien. The complete opposite of all that. If the man wanted that, he wouldn't be cheating on his wife while mistreating the "side piece". Damien who, most likely, was not out and probably was very repressed and couldn't express that in any healthy manner.

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk :)

This song goes so hard and has been stuck in my head for days now but I only just made connections to LtF with it. Also there's the "bridge" (second chorus sung differently) that has some nice harmonies. Love your writing as always :)))

hey!! thank you for this! I'm sorry that it took me so long to answer it <3 <3

You're so right that this song has very early LtF vibes, especially with Cap and his relationship with Damien.

I feel like "Hanging on by the strings that you're pulling So you cut me down just to push me around" is also really relevant to when Cap goes to Damien after his mum dies and Damien (in my mind, deliberately) brings up his wife for the first time. He really does just do it to be cruel and also because he realises how much genuine dependence Cap has on him - he wants the dependence but not the baggage that comes with it at all, so he very effectively cuts him off.

"Take it out on someone who won't hit you back 'Til we're all as broken as you" so true, this is definitely about the party! damien never thought there would be consequences for his actions and i imagine his friends and family found out about his cheating and he's no longer in their good books and he really doesn't like how that feels. and then he sees Cap dancing and looking happy with some other guy? despite all the hard work he put in to drag him down? nuh uh not on his watch. but he still knows him well enough, and knows that it's only been like, 4 months and Cap can't unlearn all his shite that quickly.

"So say, goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy You got your wish, he's rotting in hell"

this is defo Cap immediately after moving and at the party! just the return of the cap who tries to remain detached from his feelings (that kind of dissociating he was doing at the beginning, even before his mother died, leaving damien's at like 4am and going for walks etc, having damien be the puppet master so he didn't have to worry about being in control of his own life).

"I'm up all night when you think I'm sleeping People pleasing's never good for your health"

yes, definitely agree with everything you've said about this!

"On this episode of "Friend or Foe", you're throwing stones"

same with this!

"I could give you the world, but you'd poison the seas I could let down my guard, but then all that I'd be is just your [punching bag]"

this line makes me feel like a punching bag, crikey. i just hate to think of Cap in the early stages of their relationship, trying to be the best version of himself, trying to think of interesting things to say to Damien, trying to be outwardly happy even though he's still fucked up about Havers. and then the slow realisation that he doesn't need to do any of these things at all and that he's misinterpreted this man completely but he's also the closest he'll get to love any time soon.

thank you so much for your TEDtalk!! you know i love them so much!! <3 <3 <3 <3

#ask #le-scenariste #lost then found #bbc ghosts fic #bbc ghosts

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Does the muse believe in divine intervention and/or karma or do they believe in taking revenge into their own hands?

THEY WANTED TO RIP GODS APART.

Suffocation imbibing lungs as if a beast guffawing its prey. Dust-filled attic permeating their puerile senses — and they were too young to comprehend that destruction was not meant to be a routine. They hadn’t yet understood the shattering plates, the broken ribs, and sniffles of a shattered mother, they couldn’t have possibly comprehended as to why lifting their voice to ask for a bottle of ketchup must end with two brims of their molars missing by the end of the night. It was out of love, those people said, it’s because you acted out and you need to stop don’t you realize you’re making things worse, he said. They had never learned how to put those pieces together, how to fix their own broken parts to make things better, they just knew that apparently the best way to educate them was by grinding their mouth across the tiles until they shut up and the world swirled into obscurity.

When they woke up, they’d ask if they had deserved it. When it was their sister that was put on the radar they had roared through their stuffed, red-splattered nose if there was anyone, anything, that could stop it.

THEY WANTED TO SHRED THEIR LIMBS, AND HIS.

They never had an answer. In a fetal state they had pleaded to whichever divine being up there for an aiding palm, if not for them then their mother, their horrified sister. The only retort they had received was a raucous thunderstorm, a hiccup that was too agonizing to swallow and one heave that felt like they were rupturing their own limbs.

Minds change — tranquility arrives a step too late but it’s there. Safety of a family now encumbers them when their mind jolts in the middle of the night, coaxing enough with the blotched red of a nightmare that will never die until they do. They don’t think of those figures as much anymore, his voice only slithers when the eves become cold, hell, they have learned how to cite shahadah to evidently tumble the cataclysm. But it’s not gone, you see, they don’t let it go completely, her wrath isn’t supposed to detach like that — it can’t, he’s permanently ingrained into her. It nestles and coils like decayed vermin — and it waits.

It’s both a conflict, and a staggering balance.

When they witness people wearing masks in the red light district, do they feel ‘off’ or suspicious? What are their views of the popularity of wearing masks within the district?

It’s a shoddy fucking thing, no?

The red light was a corner they frequented for packs of smokes, piss-poor Jameson, and nameless countenances whose place they could use for a decent night's sleep — if they were fortunate enough, that was. Most of the time they would have pried their eyes open still, ass-bare when whichever begarred soul that had taken them in had crumpled in for the evening and they would have to tend the blacks-and-blues from another match well-done. Taking seconds of freedom as if they had actually inhibited the resident, they would loiter towards the balcony and observed the veils on those vanities, concealed only beneath the hooded leather jacket they would tuck themselves in to keep themself comforted.

It was peculiar — sometimes enough to give them chills, like the air was absorbed out of them solely from ruminating about what kind of shitshow one might conceal underneath all of that. Though at the end of the day they were naught but — people, as eerie as it might be. They watched as those blips of society collided elbows, chuckled, twined digits to one another and perhaps it was just a contrasting notion from the commodity outside the district — deceit on the forefront, leaving behind whatever flavor of humanity in fragments instead.

It was morbidly fascinating, and if their hand happened to not be mangled from their boxing round, they would slide their notebook and pencil and document them in a loose-fitting silence.

Where do their loyalties lie? If they are affiliated or loyal to any particular syndicate or group, would they switch sides if given an incentive or reason to grovel?

Their involvement with the Bombers might have been brief, but the adherence to their beliefs remained to this day.

Sipping the hand-made lemonade on a lone porch of their shared homestead, it was a tale often deeply mulled over whenever they felt like looking back. A sapidity of dissent against the malpractices executed by those with grimer smiles and a palm to tide over discrepancies — the strife they had barked against those had been fractious and vernal, yet all settling within the homely cusp of their judgment, as someone who had grown up with rims of delinquency and wrath against puppeteers. Callous as they might have been in their youth, they had remained ardent to the practices, and if it weren’t for the fact that they had chosen to hang up their hat for a life with their own, smaller troupe, they would have not even considered even an ounce of treachery — regardless of the adamance that they had at times hoisted with their decisions.

#terminatask #abuse tw #violence tw #i hope this comes out at a right time bc my internet is still being stabilized ajskd #QUEUE.

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What if Goku and Adell Swapped Places (Adell's Side: Pt. 1)

((Hee ho dood! Prinnyfrost reporting for duty! Well, it's the moment some of you guys have been waiting for! Time to start covering how Adell fairs in Goku's shoes in the Dragonball series. Now as I said, like with Goku in Disgaea, this is just going to be a summary of everything I think might occur in this new timeline instead of an actual dialogue filled story. There are actually 2 reasons for it this time around. First, there's a lot more to cover here in contrast to Goku's side of things and second...I'm not really completely familiar with the original dragonball.

I've never seen the original show before, but I did get quite a bit of information about what happens in it thanks to Masakox's videos. While he never did a complete summary of everything in dragonball as he only reviewed the current dragonball super chapters and episodes, some of his content, like his What Ifs do provide some context in certain situations. That being said, if something seems a bit too of where I need to make edits, please let me know before I get too deep into this. Just a heads up, this whole first part is going to cover all of dragonball. As much as it might be easier to just start off at Z and say the time patrol just let things progress normally until then, if I started Goku off as a baby before the events of Disgaea 2, then I have to do the same with Adell. It's only fair. So let's get started.

Just like before, Old Man Gohan one day accidentally stumbles upon a ship that landed nearby his home. He decides to investigate and when it opens, he sees 3 figures. They appear to be...strange masked creatures, and one of them is holding an infant. The figures were rather...a tad startled at first, but Gohan gave them a warm welcome and invited them into his home since they currently have nowhere else to go. After eating, the two older ones introduced themselves as demons from a far away planet. Their names being...Shura and Selion.

Yeah. In case if some of you forgot, both of Adell's parents went with him when they escaped their home Netherworld, unlike Bardock and Gine who were left behind during Planet Vegeta's destruction. And since there's no Overlord Zenon or anything that's going to threaten the world at this point, Adell's going to have both his parents as well as Gohan to raise him before he even sets out in his journey. And I can totally see them letting Gohan in the family because in Disgaea 2, their closest companions in Veldime won them over with their kindness. This means, I get to have a little fun with how he gets trained early on.

Not to worry, I'm not getting rid of his fists. Gohan probably won't be able to teach him everything, but he would give Adell some early training, probably even more so than what he gave Goku since we don't have to worry about Adell turning into great ape and accidentally killing him. He would still need to hold back quite a bit though. I'll explain later.

His father, Shura, will teach Adell swordsmanship. While we don't know too much about Shura, we do know that he does use a sword to at least a decent extent given his unique skill in Disgaea 2. This would be Adell's secondary weapon to his fists instead of the power pole that Goku took in Dragonball.

Selion will be teaching Adell some magic. I say some because in this timeline, I don't imagine him using too many spells. Maybe a few buffs and healing here and there as well as fire enchantments. She would also be the one to teach Adell how to appear more...human like.

While there IS a version of Adell in Disgaea RPG that's a magic user, this one isn't so much the case. I can see him use it every now and then, but only for when situations call for it and not all that much in direct combat.

Now we get to where Bulma shows up and DOESN'T shoot Adell in the head because she wasn't caught by surprise. This is going to be similar to MasakoX's "what if Gine went with Goku" story where Bulma explains the reason for coming her with Adell, Gohan, Shura, and Selion, that she wanted to collect the dragonballs to make a wish. Sensing no ill will from her, they willingly gave up the ball under the condition that Adell accompanies her. Not for the lack of trust, but this would be an opportunity for Adell to travel the world around him. As I said before, I'm not really going to go into EVERY detail about OG Dragonball, but I will summarize the best I can.

First off is Roshi and Krillin. Things would start off as usual as Roshi would give the dragonball to see Bulma's panties. This time, he would get the actual panty shot and not Bulma's bare privates. This is because Adell wouldn't be as curious as Goku was and wouldn't...you know...steal them in her sleep. That being said, he's also not going to stop Roshi from getting that panty peek because well... Adell's still a kid at this point. His parents likely didn't teach him anything about the birds and the bees yet so when he hears this, all he's going to do is ask "panties??? What are panties??? Is it a toy?". Of course, when he gets older, he'll fully catch on that this isn't okay and would get Roshi to back off a little. Then there's Krillin. While Adell would get some training from Gohan, Roshi would probably take the time to up Adell's skills a little. Stuff that Gohan didn't get to teach him yet like the Kamehameha. He's also going to teach Adell a lesson in humility after defeating him in his first tournament, because as powerful as he is here, he's still inexperienced in combat and isn't used to certain tactics that Roshi can pull from his sleeve. As for Krillin, this one's actually going to be a bit of a toss up, because I can tell you right now, these two are NOT starting off as good friends. Remember, in OG dragonball, Krillin used to hate Goku for a while and tried to trick him on multiple occasions during training. While Adell is a forgiving person, one thing you gotta remember is that he's less laid back than Goku. It's going to take even longer for them to actually be able to bond together. I'd say the best bet would be after Krillin dies by one of King Piccolo's minions later on and then brought back to life.

Speaking of Piccolo, yeah sorry, we're gonna have to say goodbye to the grumpy green guy that we know and love in Z. Why? Well, remember what I said about the average power level of demons in Disgaea? And the fact that Adell's been training with both of his blood related parents for years before setting off on this adventure? Yeah, Adell's pretty much going to be Saitama for the remainder of this series. He's going to one-shot every major villain he comes across. This isn't to say he's going to go around killing every antagonist like Tien, but if he knows that you're like off the walls evil like King Piccolo, you're not gonna survive. Adell is much less fond of holding back his strength compared to Goku, and will go all out if he knows a situation is very drastic. This means that after Krillin dies, Adell's going to be coming for blood against King Piccolo and he's not going to have the time to shoot out an egg before he gets murked.

Next is Chi Chi. As you guys have voted, she and Adell won't end up together in the end, despite her likely having a crush on him when they meet up. I already explained why I DO think this relationship would actually work out potentially even better than the one she has with Goku before, but at the same time, there's no guarantee that Adell would seal the deal here. He would at least have some idea what a marriage is since both Shura and Selion are around in this story and would refuse to promise to marry her in the future. This would be heartbreaking, but I can see Adell letting her down just gently enough for her not to get too upset about it. It would sting but she would recover.

Now we get into the big one, Yamcha. You guys have voted that Adell will eventually end up marrying the saiyan woman that he raised after she crash lands nearby him. As a result, he does seem more confident around women, which will certainly attract Bulma, but not all that much until he spends some time with her. And no, I'm not going to kill him off because of the Great Ape form. He will experience it once, but would be able to barely dodge the rampage until she gets stuck on some rocks, forcing Yamcha to cut off her tail to set her free. As much as it's fun even for me to poke fun at Yamcha from time to time, I'm not going to do him dirty here. Finally, we have his adopted little saiyan named Shoumei. Sorry, the art for her isn't ready yet. I want @smourice-toastygraham to take as much time he needs with it. Anyway, she would learn how to fight from Yamcha, wolf fang fist and all and even learn some moves from the rest of the gang as the story progresses. However, unlike Yamcha, Shoumei never really fully escapes the bandit life. She often steals valuables every now and then, friends and foes alike, especially Bulma given her status.

This gets even worse when they meet Launch, specifically her blonde form. These two would likely get along swimmingly. If it wasn't for the fact that she's attracted to Tien, I can see her and Yamcha getting together as a couple in this timeline. A family of thieves spreading larceny in the genes. This does not sit well with Adell, as even though he's not really a hero, he does have a more righteous heart. The two would be at odds pretty often, as Shoumei would love nothing more than to tease the little "pure hearted devil boy" and the two would end up fighting from time to time, both with swords and fists. You can basically imagine them being like Knuckles and Rouge from Sonic or Batman and Catwoman from DC, especially the latter in the romantic sense, because I prefer Rouge more with Shadow than with Knuckles. Naturally, Shoumei won't be much of a challenge to Adell when it comes to physical combat, but she does toy with him in the mind category and overtime, Shoumei does get stronger and stronger from fighting Adell, especially during times when she pushes him a little too far and she gets a zenkai boost from it. They do mature as they get older, and you know saiyans, they're attracted to strength and feistiness, so it's only a matter of time before Shoumei starts asking Launch for advice (because she knows she's not going to get any from Yamcha) and the two end up hitched after one final tournament fight. And that pretty much covers OG Dragonball. Once again, if there are some important details I left out, please let me know so I can make edits before I get into the next part, where we go over Z. Thank you so much for reading and I'll see you next time.

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