#by busy I mean my brother said that he’s going to hold a grudge agains etho if i dont watch a who he sent me
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Busy today! Heres just a different style of etho :)
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#by busy I mean my brother said that he’s going to hold a grudge agains etho if i dont watch a who he sent me#bu i wanted to finish etho first#ethoslab#etho#hermitcraft#day 217
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Mammon's First
*Inspired by Nightbringer Lesson 3-17*
Mammon/Reader, 5.3k words
Summary: NSFW, 18+ (put simply, you're the first to go down on the Great Mammon, enjoy~)
After that day…
It was hard to want to get up again.
Mammon sighed, scrolling through random apps on his D.D.D., searching but not really looking for anything in particular. Just wanted to forget… to not think… to not feel like…
Stupid.
He was so stupid.
He tossed the device aside and buried his head under the pillows.
Worthless.
No.
Worse than worthless.
If he hadn’t—
Knock knock.
“Mammon?”
He groaned and pulled the pillow tighter over his head, trying to drown out the sounds of outside.
Just go away.
He couldn’t… find the energy…
Knock knock.
“Mammon, I know you’re in there.”
“Yeah, and I ain’t comin’ to the door,” he muttered under his breath, “so take a hint.”
The knob jiggled, but you soon found it to be locked.
“Mammon, open up.”
He lifted his head and frowned over his shoulder at the door. Were demons always this pushy or was it just you? Most the other ones he’d met didn’t give a shit, so why were you taking your job as an attendant so seriously?
“All right… fine,” you said, your footsteps finally retreating from the door.
Good.
He relaxed and laid down on his arms again, sulking. He didn’t want someone to be around him while he—
BANG!
Startled, he whirled around just in time to see the door rattle again with another massive kick.
BANG!
“If you’re not going to answer, I’ll just break the door down!”
“Wait, wait hold on!” He yelled back, falling out of bed. Demons were insane! Who the fuck tries to break down a door?! “Gimme a sec!”
He kicked a discarded shirt off to the side on his way to the door and opened it a crack, “What’re you doin’ here? I didn’t ask for a—”
“Finally,” you said, grabbing the door and pushing it even further. “What do you think you’re doing? It’s rude not to answer.”
“I—” he stared at you, perplexed. “It’s rude to bust my door down!”
You laughed and leaned against the door with a hand on your hip. “It got you to answer, didn’t it?”
This demon. This attendant. You were… so confusing.
But…
He sighed and stepped aside to let you in, “You just can’t help stickin’ your nose in other people’s business, can ya?”
“Nope~” You hummed, sauntering in with a wink. “I am your attendant after all, it’s my job.”
“I don’t think that’s what an attendant does,” he muttered, turning his back to you to click the door shut.
“Well, it’s what this one does,” You teased, and well, you was right. You’d been the first… he didn’t even know what to call you. Friend? Was that stupid? The only demons he’d really interacted with after falling were the king, Diavolo, and Barbatos and none of the other demons really trusted them or had their own grudges. But you…
He glanced over his shoulder at you, considering.
Did you… actually care?
You smiled at him, almost like you could read his mind and he turned away again.
“Okay,” he said quietly, leaving the door unlocked for you. Even if you were just doing it for some job, you were still… “Look, I’m just gonna talk and you might just happen to hear something but it doesn’t mean anything, got it?”
“Sure,” you said, leaning back against his pool table and crossing your legs at the ankle. “Makes sense to me.”
He watched you through the corner of his eye. So… calm and unfazed, like this was no big deal to you at all.
Maybe you didn’t have to care.
You just had to listen.
“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” you said gently.
“I don’t even know what I wanna say,” he admitted. Or where to start.
“I just want to know what’s on your mind,” you said, and he felt his eyes sting a little.
Why?
“I… I just…” He clenched his fists, unable to look at you again. “What I did for my younger brothers… trying to tame Cerberus… I just…”
Just wanted to help.
He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the door, feeling the weight grow heavier and wishing he could just sink into the floor.
“Life’s different here. I didn’t even think about what it meant to become a demon, or what the folks here would think. Or…” Or how hard it was for the others. Asmodeus was always so cheerful, but it felt less real now, like he only dabbled in the surface rather than show his genuine side. And the twins…
The twins he felt like a real failure. They both acted fine now, but they… they hadn’t…
What kind of older brother was he?
He didn’t even know what was going on until it was too late.
“I know I said we all chose to follow Lucifer here,” he said, feeling his voice thick in his throat. “I know I said we all had our reasons doing what we did, but…” He swallowed, only to feel his throat getting tighter. “The truth is… I think it was like that for the others, but…”
He couldn’t.
“Are you okay?”
He tensed, your question so soft when he felt so raw.
“Y-Yeah,” he said, stepping back from the door and tilting his head up, keeping his eyes closed. “I just… I didn’t have a special reason. No great purpose. Nothin’ like that.” He smiled at himself, such a pathetic excuse. “I just tagged along without even thinkin’.”
“Well, not everything has to be done for a reason or great purpose,” You said with a shrug, “Plenty of people do things for no reason at all.”
“Yeah…” he chanced a glance at you, “Though, if we’re bein’ honest I would’ve followed him anywhere he went, so long as it meant I got to stay with him. I didn’t even give it a second thought really,” he shrugged, walking over to you. “I knew I was going to go with him, but maybe I should’ve thought about it, y’know?”
You nodded, eyes focused on your shoes. “So you’re saying you have regrets about what happened? About being here?”
He shook his head immediately, “No. Even if I did think about that stuff, I still would’ve gone with Lucifer I know that much.”
You giggled a bit. “What’s the big deal then, if you know your choices would’ve been the same?”
“Well because—” He caught himself, then let out a frustrated sigh and shifted his weight to one leg. “Because… when it comes down to it, I’m worthless on my own. I can’t do anything right.” Just like in the Celestial Realm, he’d never been that good at taking the lead or guiding younger angels in anything. It wasn’t even until Lucifer that he got promoted at all.
“He just showed up and saved the day,” he said, feeling low again. “And I… I couldn’t even figure out how to move. I froze up… how lame is that? It’s like I… like I’m worthless on my own. I can’t do anything right.”
Your expression softened and you reached out to him, but he stepped back with a laugh.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’ve always known that. But it’s like… I just got hit with a fresh reminder is all, y’know?”
Celestial Realm or the Devildom, didn’t matter. All he could ever do was screw up or completely miss when his little brothers needed him. He could never be the brother Lucifer was, could never even come close.
“Ughhhh,” he groaned, “Everything sucks.”
“Mm…” You hummed in thought, crossing your arms. “That’s interesting.”
He forced a laugh again. “Interesting? S’that what you have to say about me?” What? Too nice to just agree?
You nodded, “Well, I can’t say you’re wrong for how you feel, but…” you reached behind yourself and pulled out a folded up paper from your pocket. “I just see things differently I guess.”
“Huh? What’s that?”
“Just a page that came out of today’s paper,” you said, unfolding it and holding it up for him to see. The headline was written in the Devildom’s demonscript, a picture of Cerberus front and center.
“What…” He took it from you. The article read that the beast Cerberus had been tamed by seven demons, listed by name: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor. They had been accompanied by an unknown eighth demon who bore witness to the events, giving praise and remarks for all of them and their efforts.
“What… I… I don’t…”
You pushed off the table and stepped forward, tapping on the paper. “I told you I saw things differently, it’s all right there. Sure, maybe Lucifer did swoop in at the last minute but you know what?” Your eyes met his, a fierceness to them that made his heart… feel…
“You did that,” you said, reaching out to poke him in the chest for emphasis. “You were the one that made it happen.”
Tight.
“No I didn’t,” he said, pushing the paper back in your hands and walking away. “I just had a stupid idea, that’s all.”
“No, you didn’t.” You said, leaving the paper on the table to follow him. “Mammon, I don’t think you realize the impact you have.”
He laughed, “‘Cause I don’t have one, I—”
“Stop it.”
The sharpness in your tone caught him off guard and he turned again to see…
You…
Why were your eyes…
Did he upset you somehow?
“Do you really not know how special you are?” you asked, “Or how much you make people care?”
“I-I… well…” he glanced away, “Carin’ about something… isn’t really something I’m good at. Just ‘cause I do, doesn’t mean I—”
“Mammon, look at me,” you said, cupping his cheek and drawing him in.
“Lucifer wouldn’t have bothered with Cerberus if it hadn’t been for you,” you whispered, “No one would’ve even known Cerberus actually existed if you hadn’t pursued the legend.”
“Maybe… but he wouldn’t have had to save us if I coulda done it myself,” he said with a stubborn, wry smile.
You sighed in disappointment, “You…”
Yeah, he’d heard this part plenty of times before.
“You…”
You held his cheek, tilting your face up.
Only…
You were… a lot closer than…
Than…
“W-W-Wait what’re you doing?!” he asked, stepping away and bumping into the couch, the shock knocking him backward. His arms shot out to catch himself and he looked up at you in disbelief. “D-Don’t do that! You and I almost k-k-kissed!”
You tilted your head again, gazing down at him with a subtle smile. “And would that be so wrong?”
“N-No!” He said, scooting back further as you rested a knee on the armrest.
“Do you not want to be kissed?” you asked, leaning forward with one hand on the back of the couch and the other on a cushion, effectively placing yourself over him.
“N-No, I didn’t say that,” he said, scooting further up. “You just- you just surprised me’s all.”
“Did I?” You sighed and lifted a hand to grace over his hip, “And here I’d thought my admiration was obvious.”
He shivered, your touch light as you traced small circles along his side.
“W… well yeah,” he said, trying to play it off but it tickled. “But I didn’t think ya meant it like tha-hah~”
You held his hip and rubbed deep with your thumb, the tickles no longer dancing up his side and instead tickling further down.
“I can mean it in more than one way,” you murmured, eyes gliding down his body. “I admire so much of you, in fact.”
The way you were looking at him…
He swallowed.
“Is.. Is this a demon’s seduction?”
Your eyes flicked up to his, glittering with amusement. “Is that your way of calling me charming?”
Heat rushed to his face and he lifted his gaze up to the ceiling, your laughter making it hard to even think of what to say.
“And you’re somehow surprised I’m into you,” you murmured, settling in between his legs and holding his hips, your thumbs gently stroking. “It’s… almost cute.”
“Oi, don’t call me cute,” he huffed, lifting one of his wings to gently flap, cooling himself with a gentle breeze. You were making him too hot… it… made it hard to think…
You giggled and your hands ran up his sides, palms soft and warm against his bare skin. “Is this okay? Touching you, I mean.”
“Yeah? I don’t see why it wouldn’t b—”
“Oh, good,” you purred, letting your hands drift up higher to rest on the armrest at either side of his head, your face filling his vision. “What about being close like this?”
“I—” His breath caught in his throat, the subtle breeze doing nothing to cool now. “Y-You—”
“Your face looks so cute right now,” you murmured, eyes lidding as you leaned in closer. “So…”
So… what…?
He almost wanted to find out, your lips were… so close again…
But you stopped.
And smiled.
“Tell me… do you know what’s on my mind, Mammon?”
“I—” Flustered, his wing flapped once, kicking up enough air to tousle your hair. “I know what kissing is!”
You grinned and placed one of your hands on his chest again, “And do you… know what comes after kissing?”
Your hand was resting just over his heart, its steady rhythm growing erratic.
“Of course I do! I ain’t stupid!”
“Oh~?” You mused, “And here I thought angels were supposed to be pure~”
He scoffed, “Angels fuck, of course they do. Purity ain’t got nothin’ to do with—”
“Oh, good,” you said again, laying your body flush against him. “So you know what I want to do with you?”
“H-Hey-!” he tried to sit up, but moving meant— he could- he could feel your warmth, your belly just resting over his—
“Mm…” You rubbed yourself over him, eyes sultry and coy. “Seems like you do~”
Heat rushed to his head, making it feel light.
“Q-Quit it, you’re makin’ me—”
Mercifully, you lifted your hips to lift yourself off him, only to dip your head down and breathe down his neck.
“Making you what?” you asked, brushing your lips against his skin so light and sweet.
It… tickled.
“W-What’re you tryin’ to do?” he asked, clutching at the couch. He… couldn’t. Shouldn’t.
It had to be a trick. Some ruse. Something to mess with him, or tease him until you were done.
“Mm…” Your hum glided up his neck, a kiss pressed to the corner of his jaw. “What do you want me to do?”
Fuck.
That one tickled A LOT.
He swallowed.
“D… Don’t tease me.”
But do it again.
“Tease?” you repeated, your warmth leaving him as you sat up.
No-
Dammit.
“You think I’m teasing?” you asked with a slight pout, your hands resting on his sides.
“I- well… aren’t ya?”
You said nothing, your expression unreadable. Did he offend you in some way maybe? But your hands were still on him, and you wasn’t moving off him, so—
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you.”
The way you said it like it wasn’t even a question was just—
“I-I’m not— I wouldn’t say it l-like that, I just—”
Your eyes gleamed with glee when you grinned.
“Sh-Shaddup,” he grumbled, lifting himself up on his elbows and trying to scoot more out from under you, embarrassed. “It ain’t like I dunno what you’re doin’, I just dunno h—”
Your palms ran down his sides to his thighs, expertly avoiding him while lovingly rubbing around him as they came to rest on his inner thighs.
“Mind if I’m your first?” You asked coyly, your thumbs reaching to brush against him and inadvertently stroking his balls.
Or…
Judging by that smirk, it might’ve been intentional.
He swallowed again, afraid to look down to see just how obvious your touches might be affecting him, but you sure as hell seemed to know what you were doing.
“We don’t even know each other that well.”
“Aw~ so you’re a romantic~” you teased, making him feel even more flustered.
“Shut it, I dunno if I am or not I haven’t thought about it!”
“You’re so cute,” you mused and he scowled.
“I ain’t cute. I’m a demon too y’know.”
You smirked, but nodded. “Right, of course. You’re a demon too~ one of the Seven Rulers in fact.”
“Would you quit makin’ fun—”
“Mm… Great Mammon,” you asked, holding your hands on his hips while you leaned in closer, his name so seductive on your tongue. “Would you like to know something more about demons?”
His heart started to pick up again, you were so close… so… warm.
“Wh-What about ‘em?”
Your eyes glinted of mischief, but you let your hands slide of his sides onto the couch again as you spoke.
“First, a demon’s charms are only meant to lure and captivate, seduction has more to do with the individual’s charisma rather than some spell.”
“O-Oh…” Not what he expected, but… good to know?
“Second,” you leaned in closer, your lips a breath from his. “Have you heard of succubi and incubi?”
He couldn’t find it in him to speak, only nodding instead and wondering what your lips would feel like.
“Other realms seem to confuse the terms, but…” your bottom lip brushed against his, soft and light. “What they actually mean is rather simple… you see…” you drew back, gazing into his eyes, “A succubus draws out your pleasure while an incubus derives pleasure from you.”
Pleasure.
You’d said it so simply, so nonchalantly, but the word sent shivers down his spine.
He wanted…
Pleasure.
“I’d love to be both for you some day,” you continued, letting the words caress the corner of his jaw. “If you’d have me~”
He wheezed out a low laugh, “But there’s plenty of others that’re stronger or smarter than me…”
“Doesn’t matter,” you murmured, kissing his neck. “I want you.”
He laughed again, “But you know I’m not—”
A sharp pinch caught his breath in his throat and he moaned.
You bit him!
“H-Hey what was that for?”
“I admire you, Mammon. You’re the one I want, and you can’t change my mind,” you said, sitting back again. “But I understand if you don’t want me back, that’s okay.”
He reached up to hold his neck; even if you were being sincere you had to enjoy messing with him with how much you were making his head spin.
Somehow, though, it seemed like you might be aware of that because you sat back again with a small, less sassy smile. “Do you mind if I show you what I mean? Just a little?”
“Why’re you actin’ like I’m gonna say no?” He asked softly, your eyes lighting up again. “I… I mean I ain’t sayin’ yes either, but… but I’m not sayin’ no…”
“So you’re interested?” You murmured, trailing your fingertips across the hem of his pants, tickling him again. “Tempted, even?”
“M… Maybe…” he admitted softly, eyes transfixed by the way your fingers dipped just under only to drift away, like you knew just how much to tease to leave him wanting.
“Maybe…” you repeated quietly, reaching for his buckle. “What if I showed you a glimpse of my admiration? Would you be interested in that?”
He swallowed, lips parted as he watched you undo his belt and unbutton the clasp, his pants loosening a little but still so restricting.
“I’ll stop at any time,” you continued, unzipping his fly. “I’ll leave too, just say the word.”
His heart started racing and he began to fan himself, the compression so freeing once it’d been lifted. Watching you gently tug his pants down his hips, even… lifting them a bit to help you…
“What… what’re you gonna do?” he asked, afraid speaking might make you stop before he found out.
You hummed in thought, walking your fingers up his leg. “Mm~ well, it looks like I may have excited you a little, haven’t I?”
His wing fluttered in response, the heat of you teasing never far away.
“It’d be rude of me to just leave you…” you continued, your hand reaching the top of his thigh again as your palm ghosted over the front of him. Not touching, but hovering.
He groaned under his breath.
“If you’d like… I could… take care of you.”
He breathed out a laugh, “Take care of me? How? You mean like—”
You palmed over his cock, stroking its length through his boxers while he tipped his head back with a groan. Your giggles teased him again, but he hardly cared, your touch was so soft.
“You’ve never been touched by someone else, have you?”
“Shut it,” he muttered, and you hummed again.
“I’m not teasing, honestly~” Your fingers hooked around his waistband and pulled them down, exposing his cock to the air.
“W-Wait—” He sat up again, embarrassed. “It’s not—”
“Look at you,” you whispered, eyes… hungry. “You’re so hard already.”
Flustered, he could only look at the way you looked at him, his cock standing tall under your gaze, pre-cum already weeping from the tip.
He turned away. “Can ya blame me? All that attention… it ain’t like I can h- help i-i-”
Your hand was so warm around him, palm cupped around the base with your fingers gently holding his girth.
“I’m flattered,” you murmured, your other hand slipping into his boxers to cup his balls so soft. “It’s like a compliment, you know? To turn someone on like this~”
“H-H-hh…” He chanced a glance down and fuuuuhhhck…. Seeing you hold him was way hotter than he expected it to be.
“Is this okay?” you asked, giving him a single, gentle stroke while your voice took an oddly innocent lilt. “It doesn’t hurt does it?”
He wheezed out another laugh, “I think you know damn well it doesn’t hurt.”
You grinned. “Yes~ but it’s your first time, I don’t want you too nervous to enjoy yourself.”
“I ain’t nervous! I just—”
You stroked again, stealing a moan from his lips.
“Just what?” you asked, grinning up at him coyly again and waiting for his answer.
“M… More…” he said under his breath, “Could you… do that more?”
Your eyes glittered and you nodded, stroking him gently while your palm fondled his balls with care.
It…
It was…
He relaxed, letting himself lay back in the couch while you touched him. Sure, he’d done it with himself loads of times, but… with your touch it… felt…
“More,” he whispered only to moan as the strokes picked up their pace.
“Ohh fuck do more,” he moaned louder, eyes rolling back as blood rushed to his groin. You’d started so gentle, working him harder until his cock stood strong, pulsing hot in your hand.
So good.
You were so good.
More…
He gripped at the couch and bit his lip.
“M—”
Before he could even finish something wet touched his tip and he gasped out in ecstasy.
“Wha—”
He lifted his head only to see your eyes alight with glee as your tongue circled his head, sending signals shooting through his cock and tingling deep within his gut.
“Wh… what’re you—?”
As if you’d let him finish.
He groaned, a soft and wet warmth surrounding him as you took him into your mouth, your strokes slowing only to send him spiraling as your tongue continued to swirl, savoring him like he was a delicious treat to suckle.
“Oh fuck…” he moaned, feeling weak but unable to look away as more of him disappeared beyond those lips.
Your eyes closed and you pressed the flat of your tongue just under the head, humming contentedly in a way that tickled so fucking nice—
“F-Fuhh—” he whined, wing starting to flex out again, hands clinging to the couch.
Too good.
You were too good.
“M-More- please I—”
Warmth answered his request, the tightness of your throat stealing his breath.
“Oh… fuck, you’re gonna make me—”
“Hey, Mammon you feeling okay? Lol you sound like you’re dying and I just—”
The door opened suddenly and he froze just as you popped off his dick so fast he could almost cry.
Levi stalled at the door, staring at the two of them with a look of absolute shock. Then his face started to turn a deep shade of red. “Wh-What’re you two doing?! You were supposed to tell him it’s his turn to feed Cerberus!”
“Oh yeah,” you hummed, still holding him without shame and even giving him another little stroke. “I knew I forgot something.”
“M-Mammon, WTF!”
“He’ll be down in a minute, do you mind closing the door?”
The door slammed so fast, Mammon still had to process what just happened.
“I- Wait- Levi- I-It’s not what it looks like!”
You laughed and gave him a gentle squeeze, smirking up at him. “Poor guy, he should’ve knocked first, huh?”
Flustered, he looked down at you. “An’ what about you? What’re you doing?”
You blinked, then raised a brow. “Same thing I was doing earlier?”
“I- but he just-”
He couldn’t even make sense of it, but your eyes glittered again as you stroked him gently.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, but—”
You smiled and kissed his length, letting go of his sack to guide him to lay down again, lovingly rubbing across his abdomen.
“Just relax… it’s harder to cum if you’re tense.”
“B…but…”
You gazed at him, keeping eye contact while pressing the flat of your tongue against him and slowly dragging it down the side of his cock from tip to base, then up again nice and slow.
“F… fuuuck…” he whispered, and you smiled.
“Maybe some other time…” you said, kissing along the head with a gentle suckle, “right now’s all about you.”
“Y… you really wanna make me cum?”
You nodded, kissing down his cock once more. “Very much so, yes.”
Damn, he could get used to watching you all day…
The thought sent shivers down his spine.
“Okay…” he laid back again, “Just try n’ be quick, I dunno if he might say somethin’ to the o-ah~others—”
And quick you were, that sinful tongue returning to dance around his head, so soft and wet. It circled around, teasing him as it glided over such sensitive skin, only to taunt him further with the heat of your breath with every pulsing twitch.
That tongue…
He had no idea that a tongue could feel so…
“So… good…” he moaned, tentatively reaching down to touch you. That was okay, right? You had his dick in his mouth, surely it’d be okay if he…
“Mm…” you hummed, taking his hand and rewarding him with another pleased stroke. “Mhm~”
“Y… You…” he murmured, “Could you… a little faster?”
Just a little more, he just needed a little more, that’s all.
That couldn’t be asking too much, right?
You hummed again and placed his hand on your head for… some reason, then took hold of him in both hands once more.
Ah…
To stroke him faster…
Smart.
He gave you a tentative smile, only to realize you had other plans a moment too late.
He should’ve known.
That fierceness in your eyes.
That tightness of your throat as you swallowed him whole.
“O-Oh fuck!” He gasped out, pleasure plunging so deep in his gut only to rise up with his hips as his cock disappeared down your throat.
“S-Sorr-”
Your eyes rolled back in your own ecstasy, moan vibrating around him in such an erotic way he almost did it again.
“Was that…”
He hesitated, your eyes glassy and lustful.
“Did you… like that?”
Your only response was an attempt to swallow around him, your tongue pressed flat against his dick as you lifted your head back and took him down again.
He shivered, clutching at your hair.
“I… don’t wanna hurt ya,” he whispered, earning himself a muffled chuckle.
“But I…”
You closed your eyes and began to bob, working him with both hands while saliva began to pool over your knuckles.
You really were enjoying him like he was some special treat!
“F… fuck—” he grit his teeth, trying to keep himself calm but it felt so fucking good, his hips began to move of their own accord.
And when you moaned again…
“Fuck,” he whispered, tipping his head back and thrusting up into this… this feeling. This ecstasy. This…
“So… warm…” he moaned, finding the perfect spot to rub himself against your tongue. “Ohh… fuck… it’s so… warm.”
Your bobs slowed, but your hands held him steady, letting him fuck your mouth without worry. Just…
Pleasure.
“More,” he whispered, bracing himself on the couch as best he could, lifting his hips up higher to chase ecstasy. “Oh fuck~ yes… more.”
More.
So hot.
So wet.
So warm.
Your muffled moans and spurts only added to his ecstasy, reminding him of the mere fact you were sucking him off.
“M’gonna cum,” he murmured, clutching at your hair, “M’gonna cum so hard…”
Whether it was meant in warning or a silent request, he couldn’t say but when your head dipped lower he knew—
“F-Fuck—” he gasped out, then groaned as he felt pressure give, relief pouring into your mouth in a way that left his head spinning. Even as he came, he couldn’t help rocking his hips, chasing the high until it ebbed away, only then did he settle back against the couch, still holding you nice and close.
Cumming… in something… so warm… was…
“Mm,” you grunted, motioning to sit up and he snatched his hand back.
“Shit- Sorry, I… I didn’t mean…”
Fuck.
That was probably rude, right?
He should’ve asked if that was okay.
You merely hummed again, lifting yourself slowly until just the head remained enclosed in those luscious lips, swallowing again before sitting back with a pleased grin.
“What’re you sorry for?” You said, “I got exactly what I wanted~”
Flustered, he just stared at you, speechless. You… you just…
“Did you have fun?”
“Y… Yeah…”
“Mm~ good, I did too,” you teased, moving to lean in closer. “And you know what?”
“Wh… what?” he asked dazedly, unable to look away from your lips until you kissed him, his taste still on his tongue.
“I rather enjoy being your succbus~” you purred as you leaned back, that coy smile returning yet again. “But if you’re ever interested, I think I’d enjoy being your incubus too.”
“Wh… what…? Like, right now?”
You laughed and shook your head, standing up to stretch. “Oh no, not now~ I think you’ve been through enough today and we have to feed Cerberus, don’t we?”
Have to feed…
“Oh shit, Levi.”
He stood up and pulled up his pants, fussing with his belt while you giggled again and walked away toward the door.
“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”
“Wait just a sec, I’ll go with ya.”
“Nah, you take care of Cerberus, I’ll handle the otaku,” you said, turning on your heel. “Oh, and Mammon?”
He finally got his belt back on and gave himself a quick once over, hoping it wasn’t too obvious what had just transpired. “What?” he asked once he was satisfied.
You winked at him, “Thanks for letting me be your first~ you taste delicious.”
His face heated so fast, he could only sputter as you laughed and stepped out into the hall. The door clicked shut behind you and he stood there in his room, stunned.
Then he looked down at himself and cupped a hand over his junk, the other reaching up to touch his lips, your kiss still lingering there.
“Th…thanks,” he mumbled after you, grateful you was already gone and couldn’t hear him. “It… felt good…”
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Found Family (5/?)
I cannot tell you all how much your support of my writing means to me. I’m so sorry this took so long. If I’m being honest, the next part might take even longer (just because I’m busy with college exams and uni applications… the stress levels are REAL high right now) but I want you to know I love reading your comments and I smile every time someone reacts to my posts.
Anyway, here we go!
Fandom: Now You See Me
Pairing: Daniel Atlas x Reader
Warnings: some swearing, read at your own discretion.
“Can’t we all — just once — stay in the same place for more than a few weeks at a time?” you sighed, climbing in the back of the car with Merritt and Danny.
“I agree that that would be nice, but currently we have no control over where we go and when. Literally, considering we entered the tube in New York and were spat out in Macau,” Danny said, letting you rest your head on his shoulder tiredly.
“It’s all about blind spots,” Merritt’s brother said once the car began moving through the streets of Macau, “When you’re staring straight at something and not see it. Why? Blind spots! We learnt that together, didn’t we, bro?”
Merritt grunted, staring blankly at the floor. You nudged his foot with yours gently, trying to comfort him. He flashed a small, grateful smile.
“Did he tell you that we were partners, once?” Chase continued, “No? I didn’t think so. The ‘Mini-McKinneys’.”
“Cool,” Lula said flatly.
“And then one day, we were 12, and Virginia von Welsheim had a very nice party down the street. I had a little tum-tum, couldn’t go. Mer-Bear did it on his own and got a taste of the solo thing, and uh… and kicked me to the curb.”
“Oh god,” Danny muttered. You nudged him in the side for insensitivity.
Merritt sighed, “Chase, you win! I concede. Just tell me how you did it.”
Chase grinned, “Delivery came to your door about a month ago… a little za?”
“Za?” Danny asked.
“Pizza,” Merritt told him, then addressing his brother, “Huh?”
“Yeah, so what he did, my little womb-mate, is he downloaded all of your private information and my employer had all he needed.”
You could feel Danny glaring at Merritt for accusing him of being the leak. You rolled your eyes at his ability to hold a grudge.
“Thanks,” Danny said to Merritt sarcastically, then turning to Chase, “How did you know how to find him?”
“That’s a very good question, Atlas,” Chase said, miming locking his mouth closed and throwing away the key.
“Okay,” Danny said, frustration bleeding from his tone.
“Danny, I swear to god, don’t make Merritt feel worse about this than he already does,” you whispered so only he could hear.
“He’s a hypocrite, Y/n,” Danny hissed.
You just took your head off his shoulder and shifted away from him, too angry to care about how tired you were in that moment. Why couldn’t he just let it go?
The car pulled in to what looked like a casino and stopped at the front door. The Horsemen got out, flanked by more armed guards.
“Just follow the guards, they’ll take you to my boss,” Chase said with a grin, “Been fun playing this cat-and-mouse with you, broski. Meow.”
Merritt rubbed his eyes with his middle fingers. You found a grim sort of satisfaction in that.
“Have fun at the Sands,” Chase called as the car pulled away again and you were escorted into the casino.
“I am so, so, so sorry,” Merritt said to Danny. You watched wearily from behind them, hoping Danny swallowed his pride for once.
“Yeah, you should be.” Of course not. “Don’t ever accuse me of betraying us again, okay?”
You scoffed, quickening your steps to walk past him and get him out of your eyesight. Unfortunately, the guards led you to an elevator where you were forced to stand in the back and watch as Danny walked in and caught your eye, cocking his head at your glare, and resting his hand against the wall. Your heart thumped loudly at the sight, adding to your frustration. God dammit, he was not allowed to look that good when you were angry with him!
“Do you guys ever think that the Eye is watching this?” Lula asked next to you, breaking the sullen silence, “You know, that maybe this is even what they want? And at the exact right moment they’re going to swoop in, and we’ll be like, ‘Yes! Thank God you’re here! Thank God! Just in the nick of time, Eye!’ And then we’ll just celebrate, and it was all worth it in the end?”
Silence. You swallowed, still gazing at Danny.
“I don’t even really think that either, so… It’s cool.”
The elevator door pinged, and opened up behind you. Some sort of rock music blared as the five of you turned around. A man stood in front of huge, floor-length windows looking out on Macau. His leg jerked in time with the music as he flicked a playing card back and forth between his hands.
You were shoved out of the elevator by the guards as the man turned around and exclaimed, “Ah! Ta-da! So happy to be working with you! Please, come in, come in!”
The guards shoved you further, and you winced as one of them elbowed you in the ribs, a soft huff leaving your mouth.
“Hey! Hands off her, buddy,” Danny said, stepping between you and the guard. You swallowed down the warmth blooming in your chest at his words, desperately trying to cling to the anger you had held for him just moments earlier. It was a pointless exercise, but damn you if you didn’t try.
“Wait, sorry, how are you working with us?” he asked, still standing in front of you which forced you to peer at the stranger over his shoulder.
“Oh, well, as much as a magician who pulls a rabbit from a hat is working with that rabbit,” the man explained, pulling on a pair of very expensive looking slippers and walking over his koi-pond floor, “We'll be working together. Yes. Allow me to introduce myself.”
“Yeah, you’re Walter Mabry,” you stated, stepping out from behind Danny.
“You died a year ago,” Jack clarified.
“Yes!” Mabry exclaimed, “An idea I got from you, Mr Wilder! Fake your death and the world puts its guard down.”
You glanced at Lula who stood to your left — she seemed just as overwhelmed as you felt.
“I’m able to control quite a few companies, including my old partner Owen’s, as a consortium of so-called anonymous shareholders,” Mabry continued.
“And that violates how many SEC laws?” Lula asked.
“I believe it breaks all of them,” Mabry answered casually.
“All of them,” Lula repeated dryly.
How could everything have gone so wrong, you thought, dread curling in your gut. This man was obviously unstable, and had no qualms with breaking laws and risking going to jail. Who knew what he was really capable of when pushed?
“You see, you all want an audience. Need one, desperately. It’s quite sad really,” he directed this at Danny who’s jaw twitched in irritation. You gripped his wrist gently, silently begging him to keep his cool, “I, on the other hand, want the opposite of that. I just want to be, and I am, one hundred percent off the grid. You know why?”
“Yeah, because the grid is for actual human beings,” Danny quipped, making you grip his wrist tighter. He sent an apologetic glance your way, twisting his hand to grab yours.
Mabry was infuriated for a total of zero point five seconds before giving Danny a chillingly calm smile, “No, because in a world of total surveillance, the only true freedom lies in not being seen. You can’t control the grid from within the grid. Follow me.”
He began walking off. When you didn’t follow him he repeated, “Follow me!”
“Okay, alright.”
The guards pushed you forward and the five of you followed Mabry as he spoke.
“You pulled a hat out of a rabbit,” he said, turning to Lula, “That was very colourful.”
She sighed, “Almost eight and a half years ago, so, no need to bring that up.”
You yourself winced at the memory. Mabry was wrong, there had been an abundance of one colour in particular — red.
Mabry grinned and instead turned to Danny, “We can’t all be held accountable for our adolescent personas, can we, Magicolio?”
Your eyes widened and you whirled on Danny who’s jaw ticked in irritation, “Magicolio… that was fifteen years ago.”
Oh, you were definitely going to use this. It was gold.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Mabry continued, very obviously enjoying his main character moment, “Like you, and many others I suppose, who were not getting any sex in high school, I dabbled with it.” Merritt pointed at Danny who shook his head. “But, uh, unlike you, I was able to transition upward towards actual magic.”
He gestured to the side where there stood what looked like a giant, shiny server, “Science, you may have heard it called. So would you like to know, my friends, just how I got you here?”
“We know how you did it,” you stated, having figured that out on the ride here.
“No you don’t,” Mabry said sharply.
“Yeah, you stole our files from the show,” Merritt drawled, “then obviously hypnotised us.”
“No, seriously, stop.”
“The strobe was a combo of binaural beats, as well as…”
“I said stop!” Mabry yelled, grabbing the sides of Merritt’s neck. The mentalist looked down at the shorter man, a little disturbed. Danny gripped your hand tighter, “You might not be having fun, but I am.”
“You have an unusual way of showing it,” Merritt mused.
Mabry ignored his comment and stepped back, clapping his hands together and grinning excitedly,” So... How did I do it? Easy. You see, magicians like to control other people's perceptions. In your heightened state of agitation, you saw the simplest cues — Black tube, roof — and your minds filled in the rest.”
“Shit,” you muttered, mentally kicking yourself for not keeping your head during the chaos.
“But the tube you meant to go down was 20 feet to your right,” Mabry finished smugly, “Go on, sit down. There's no one
standing in your way.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Merritt quipped, settling onto the couch.
With slight caution, you followed his lead, Danny plopping down next to you. To your dismay, Mabry squeezed in between you and Lula.
“Anyway, once in the tube, yes you’re right. Blah blah blah, the strobe contained UV letters pulsing the word ‘sleep’, and this combined with the sound put you into an instant alpha pattern.”
The image of the flashing lights in the tube resurfaced in your mind’s eye and you tried not to wince at the reality of it. You had been tricked. All of you. Dylan too, probably. Not to mention you were now at the mercy of this clearly unhinged not-dead billionaire with a god complex.
“And from then on,” Mabry continued, “it really was just fun, and I can assure you, you don’t know what happened.”
With that he clicked the remote and a power point was displayed on the screen in front of you. The opening slide was black with the words ‘Our trip to Macau’ in white typing. The next slide cleared everything up.
“That’s really creepy,” You stated, cautiously eyeing the photograph of your unconscious self lying with your head in Danny’s lap as he leaned on Mabry who was giving the camera the finger.
“Really, really creepy,” Lula agreed.
“That’s not cool,” you said, shaking your head.
“Yep, easy stuff, magic, if you put your mind to it,” Mabry said cheerfully. You wanted to claw his eyes out. This urge was heightened when the next photo showed draped over Mabry’s lap, your head resting on his shoulder.
Danny tensed next to you.
“Alright, that’s enough,” he interjected, “So why are we here then? You know, besides you getting to show off how adorably clever you are?”
“Well to start with, the man you stole from last year. Turns out I had invested a lot of money in some of his companies so a lot of what you stole, was in fact mine.” Mabry said, his cheerful tone completely at odds with the accusation.
“It’s a small world,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. It figured this lunatic was after money. Or revenge. Either was enough to satisfy people like him.
“Good news is, it’s very easy for you to pay me back! I just need your… skills.”
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Wedlock (Part 4)
Jack Nelson x female reader
Summary: When your father’s business begins to suffer he makes an agreement to marry you to Jack Nelson in a bid to combine wealth and power.
Author’s Note: This was requested by a lovely anon who asked for Jack in an arranged marriage AU.
Warnings: language, kidnapping
Part 3
“Y/n! Y/n, wait! Would you stop for a minute, please?” Jack begged running after you in a frenzy. He noticed you leaving the restaurant as he was putting Gina in a cab, but not before delivering a harsh slap to her face and warning her not to try a stunt like that again. She had cried and told him she was calling her father in the morning, but he hadn’t heard a word. He was only thinking of how he would explain himself to you.
Now he was trailing after you, desperate for you to turn and acknowledge him. However, you refused, walking brusquely toward the waiting car. You’d endured enough humiliation for one day and needed time to think. Your mind was racing. Should you tell your father what you had learned? If so, would he agree to break the agreement with Jack? If you did it would mean certain ruin for the family.
Preoccupied by your dilemma, you took a false step leaving your heel stuck in the cobblestones. Jack finally closed the distance between you with palms raised before him. “I swear to God, I didn’t know she would be here. I didn’t invite her.”
As you worked to free yourself, you looked up at him with an incredulous stare. “Is that what you think I’m upset about, Jack? I don’t give a damn about your niece. What I care about is you and the life you’ve been hiding from me,” you said angrily.
Jack’s face contorted at your allegation. “I can explain."
"Go on then," you said as you tugged at your heel. If you were unable to move, you may as well listen, you thought.
"Gina’s a nineteen year old brat. She's my brother’s only kid and he’s always given her every goddamn thing she wanted. She gave that little performance in there cause she’s angry with me. Last year she made some trouble for us, had a fling with a boy from a rival family. When I told her father, he made me tell her it was off. She’s had it in for me ever since.”
You bit your lip trying to make up your mind whether or not he was telling the truth. Based on Gina’s behavior, it seemed to be a genuine story. She was ill-mannered and she did seem to hold a grudge against her uncle. However, Jack was distracting you from your real question about his life in Boston. There must be a kernel of truth there for him to become so enraged at Gina.
“That’s not an answer, Jack,” you informed him with a steely glare. “I want to know what Gina meant by that awful remark,” you said closing your eyes momentarily at the unsavory memory. You pursed your lips waiting for his reply.
“There’s no truth to it,” he said simply, glancing at the ground and pushing his hands into his pockets. You weren't satisfied though.
“That's all you have to say? This is my family name you’re gambling with, Jack,” you said, straightening to your full height and looking him directly in the eye. “Perhaps there's more you've lied about as well. In fact, it's becoming crystal clear to me why you had to come abroad. You're here to purchase a new reputation for yourself,” you said pointedly, trying to provoke him into a confession.
“Now wait a minute, that’s not what this engagement is about!” Jack said temper rising at the insinuation. “You seem to forget an important detail, sweetheart. Your father needs me. He doesn’t know the first thing about settling his debts with any of the crime families he’s gotten involved with, but I do. I know how these people operate.”
“A lying, womanizing criminal…you’re making yourself sound better all the time. Please keep talking,” you said sarcastically.
Jack threw his hands up in frustration and paced a few steps. “Jesus Christ, I'm trying to help! Do you have any idea how many people want your father dead right now?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Jack's face fell. He promised your father you would never know his predicament had come to this and now in a moment of anger, he'd revealed the awful secret he had sworn to keep from you.
You were unsettled by his bluntness and coarse delivery. Gone were any attempts to woo you and the harsh switch back to reality filled your body with anxiety. You had an overwhelming urge to run away and that’s what you did. You practically sprinted for the car, wiping hot tears as you went. You heard Jack call to you, but before he could come any closer, you shut yourself into the backseat of the Bentley, resting your head against the seat and closing your eyes tightly. You tried not to think of the man left in the street watching as the car sped away.
“Is everything alright, ma’am?” your chauffeur asked.
“Yes, Matthew, I’m fine,” you lied, pulling a handkerchief from your purse to dab at your wet cheeks.
“Your mother requested I take you to collect your wedding shoes. Shall I proceed or…?” he asked hesitantly as he could see you were upset.
“Alright,” you sniffed quietly, feeling a dagger to your heart at the idea of your approaching wedding. You would have to go through with it now. Jack had made that much clear when he revealed the threats to your father’s life. You sat in silence for what felt like hours as you tried to process the multitude of thoughts ebbing and flowing with your tears.
As Matthew pulled the car to the curb, he offered to retrieve the parcel inside for you, but you declined. You needed to be free of the confined space, breathe fresh air and look around you to see the sky hadn’t fallen. As you made your way to the shop, you tried to inhale deeply and concentrate on the road ahead which is why perhaps you didn’t feel a gloved hand reach out from the alleyway and grab you suddenly.
Out of instinct and fear, you bucked against the man's firm grasp, but only felt him tighten around you like a snake. His hand clamped around your mouth, muffling your pleas for help. “Be a good girl now and I won’t have to hurt you,” he whispered into your ear calmly. Your heart thundered in your chest as you froze at his words. Did he have a weapon? You tried to turn your head from side to side to look, but he had you immobilized. “Come on, love, time to see the boss,” he said pushing you toward a blue car.
A man in a peaked cap leaned against the back end smoking a cigarette lazily. When he tipped his chin up toward the light you realized it was Thomas Shelby and you began to shake involuntarily. Everyone talked about his ruthlessness in hushed whispers, but you were about to witness his methods firsthand. Jack had been right about one thing, this wasn’t your family’s world and suddenly you found yourself wishing he was there.
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Site Write Prompt #17: Rough
Br Daeph Brother,
It is good to hear you are well. I am not I am as well as can be. 'Sky pirate' sounds like a busy, exciting life. No wonder you've had no time to write or visit. I suppose it's left you short on time to write. I should like to hear from you more often, if you find the time. I was wrong. I didn't mean it when I said Words were said that day that I can't take back. Many things happened that can't be taken back. But it would be nice if I want you to know that I welcome hearing from you.
House Astramente is doing well in your absence, though it took some years for me to be recognized as rightful heir to the house and most of our farmers have converted to hunters now. The chocobo program is doing well. We provide solid birds to the Temple Knights. Much of our success comes from supporting the Haillenarte Manufactory, though our support pales in comparison to the Haillenartes themselves, of course.
Invitations to balls and socials have finally stopped coming. It is quiet here, and I've done away with those stupid quarterly balls Lucarian insisted on. As I'm sure you can expect, I do not attend any myself. I have no plans to marry now. The debutantes bore me. I would rather spend my time managing the House's finances. I suppose that means I went where I was molded to go. It seems you did not. How does being a sky pirate suit you, then? Do you enjoy it? Do you fly often?
Law, it seems, didn't suit you. Unless sky pirates need barristers. I'd thought - after a few years, anyway - to have you watched so I'd know what you were up to. In case you did something to shame the House, of course. In the end, I didn't, so I have no idea what you are doing beyond that singular letter you sent. Please write more that I might live vicari we might resume contact once more. When I said I never wanted to see you again, I was not thinking clearly. It has been painful dreadfully boring without you around. I bear you no little some ill will, but it's something I'm sure we can move past. After all, are we not brothers? With seven years behind me, I know that I can find it in my heart to forgive you. Seven years is a long time to hold a grudge. Even if this one has merit.
Write me back when you can.
Onaerion Astramente
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Rion stared at the terrible scrawling on his desk. As rough drafts went, this one was incredibly rough. There was too much to say, and he didn't really want to say any of it. Of all the things Lucarian had taught his children, how to say "I'm sorry" wasn't one of them. With a sigh, he scooped the paper off the desk, balled it up, and threw it into the fireplace. When he got it first try, he gave a little whoop of triumph. It was sad how the smallest things satisfied now. He shook his head and pushed back from the desk. Perhaps he'd be able to think clearer after some time with his violin. Music often soothed his mind. "I wonder," he murmured as he wheeled his way to the violin, "if Dae still plays piano."
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A Fight Between the Twins?
Author's Note: Pretty much as soon as Mammon saw that Levi and MC made up, Mammon sided away from Beel. He really is quite the pushover.
"GRRRAAAAH!" Belphie storms in my room, interrupting my gaming session with Levi and Mammon. Just when I was really enjoying myself, too...
"D'ah!" Levi exclaims. "Don't scare me like that!"
"What is it?" Mammon asks, looking quite concerned for his brother. "What's wrong?"
"It's unbelievable!" Belphie yells. "Seriously, what's wrong with Beel?!"
"What happened?" I ask calmly. "What did Beel do?"
"You mean you don't know? You really don't know why I'm so mad right now?"
"If I did, I wouldn't have asked, now would I?" Belphie sighs, although he still looks quite angry.
"I was trying to talk to Beel about making amends with you, especially because he's the only one still holding a grudge, and he started describing how exactly he was going to make a meal out of you."
"I'll tell Lucifer," Mammon says, bolting up from the floor.
"Sit," I order, using the power of the pact. Once Mammon's seated again, I tell Belphie,
"He's allowed to be upset at me. I'm sure his feelings will only be temporary."
"Maybe, but do you know what the word "temporary" means for a demon? He could be feeling this way for the rest of your life! I mentioned how he could maybe quit acting like an ass and find it in his heart to forgive you, but he said that it's not possible. He can be so stubborn sometimes!"
"Ah," Levi states. "Yeah, that does sounds like something Beel would say."
"Yep," Mammon agrees. "He has some pretty weird hang-ups sometimes---things he can't accept."
"Are you seriously siding with him again?!" Belphie shouts. Before his brothers can reply, Belphie adds,
"Whatever. It doesn't matter. I'm done with him. I'm moving rooms."
"I would ask if you want me to trade rooms with you, but considering that Beel's talking about eating me, I don't think it would be the best option," I respond.
"I wasn't going to suggest you do that. I mean, this room of yours is big enough for two, right?"
"Ooooh no you don't!" Mammon screams.
"He was asking me, not you," I reply. "Considering that this is my room, I don't think this is any of your business."
"It is my business! So, you better tell him no, and be real mean about it!"
"You know, I'm really tired of people controlling my decisions. Just because you have a crush on me doesn't mean that you can dictate what I say or do." I turn my attention to Belphie.
"So, I don't mind you staying here with me, and I don't want to hear any complaints from the peanut gallery, because this decision is final."
"I don't care what MC says, your older brother is against it!" Levi gasps.
"You're lucky I don't force you to pay rent for the amount of time you spend in here," I tell Mammon. "You have your own room that you can sleep in."
"I'm gonna force Belphie and Beel to make up! They're gonna be best friends when I'm done with them! So, tonight Belphie's goin' back to his own room and sleepin' there!"
"Get out!" I yell, pointing at my bedroom door.
"But---"
"Everyone in this room knows you're only volunteering because you don't want Belphie sleeping in my room due to you thinking you own me."
"That's not true!"
"Prove it. Leave, and don't come back until you've changed Beel's attitude." How long has Levi been filming this?
"You're coming with me."
"Did you forget that your brother literally wants to eat me?!"
"Forget about that! Come on!" Mammon stands up, grabs my hand, and practically yanks me out of my room.
"Fuck you," I snarl when the door slams shut behind us. "If I die during this, I'm definitely haunting your ass."
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Change and Secrets
Hello everyone! I have been planning a superhero au of Hermitcraft and Empires for sometime now, and I finally started writing it. This is just an extract of the first chapter.
Chapter 1 extract: Old friends, same people?
851 WORDS, By Geekord
Night patrols were her favorites, the moon illuminating, and the wind on her face while she ran over the roofs of the city. And after a few moments she got sight of her patrol partner,Dwarf King, a vigilante, that she met through her brother.
“Hey Gilded!” The hero waved with his axe.
Pearl jumped one last time to arrive at the building they had accorded a few nights prior. “Hey Skull, haven’t see you around here since last time we did a patrol”
“Yeah, yeah, I have been busy in other parts of the city. Catching some petty criminals, completing some jobs, y’know, the usual.” Dwarven Skull explained.
She sighed. “I’m not gonna ask about those jobs, because I don’t want to know the answer.” Dwarven Skull was a vigilante part-time, and a mercenary for the other part. And she knew that. “So, have you seen anything interesting around?”
“Not that I have noticed yet.” That’s when something catches his attention in the distance. “Pearl, isn’t it summer?”
“Codenames. And what are you talkin-” Pearl looked over in the same direction as Impulse, and she saw a snow blizzard forming above the city center, 5 blocks away. “I see what you mean. Let’s go.”
Impulse nodded. They jumped from the building, using a vine, grown by Pearl, as a ramp.
While they were running, Pearl couldn’t stop thinking. Elemental control is a pretty rare power, you were lucky if you found two people with the same element control, but normally it was only one person you could find with a power of that kind. And Pearl knew only one person with ice powers. A person who she thought she wouldn’t see again. But her inner monologue was interrupted by the sight of a fight scene that was already finished.
And there he was, the new ‘hero’, she hoped, already having stopped a robbery, and now waiting for the authorities to get them to jail. The ice bender turns to where the pair is, and heads towards them, Pearl grabbing his arm when she can, and taking him further into the alleyway they were in, Impulse following her.
“Emmm, firstly, rude. And second, I was going to introduce myself, hello, I’m Frost Elf, nice to mee-” The hero was soon interrupted by Pearl.
“Cut the charade. Scott. What are you doing back in the city?” Pearl said with a bit of anger in her voice.
Scott, who was in the middle of doing a bow, was shocked at the question, who would be able to discover his identity so easily?
“Pearl? What’s happening?” Impulse injected into the exchange.
“Skull, codenam- you know what, it doesn’t matter now. Now Scott, are you gonna keep looking at the floor, or are you gonna answer my question?” Pearl crossed her arms waiting for the answer.
Scott raised her head, and looked into her masked face. Was this really Pearl? Wow, lucky him to encounter one of the persons he knew could still hold a grudge to him. “Hi, Pearl… it has been so long si-”
“Don’t try to avoid the question Scott. Why did you come back?” She said it in the coldest way possible.
“And I thought I had the ice powers.” Scott tried to joke about it. “I have been back for a few weeks now. I came back for my dad’s funeral, which I was the only one to attend, and then decided to stay, y’know, I missed this city.” Scott moved his eyes to the sky.
Pearl changed her body language almost immediately after hearing that. Why am I being so defensive? Didn’t I forgive him? Or am I still trying to find someone to put the blame on?. She uncrossed her arms, and went to hug him. “Oh Scott, I’m so sorry”
Her actions startled him, but he received nonetheless. “Don’t worry, I’m getting over it pretty quickly.” A lie.
“Ehem,,,” Impulse interrupted their moment. “Can someone, please, explain what’s happening here?” He said, mostly impatient.
“Oh, yeah, well it’s a long story, but making it sh-” Pearl was interrupted by the loud noise of an explosion a few squares from where they were. “Gosh, what’s with all the crime today.”
They started running.
A few minutes passed before they could arrive at the scene, where they found the police already what seemed like the main suspect of the explosion. A person in a purple wizard attire, with red streaks all over it. They wore a big purple wizard hat that seemed too big for them. And her face was covered in a mask that used the same color scheme as the rest of their attire, but what stood out the most, when the villain turned their head towards our heroes, was their eyes, irises of an intense crimson red that look directly at them,
“Well, well, well. Look who has come to play.” The villain started. “Oh, where are my manners? The name is Wizard, now let’s start.” They invoked a staff, with a crimson gem on top, on their right hand, and jumped in direction to Scott.
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Here's a timeline between the beef with Albert Clyde aka SonicCrash and I.
What started out as a comic strip rant to call out one of Mobox87's buyers, Anthony to have him understand what fair use is for OCs. Lead up to an argument in the dm's.
The conversation between me and this literal man child went nowhere for how hysterical they were being and saying dumb remarks against me.
Forward on this buyer goes to Mobox87 for help in her Twitter dm's about me over the feud and I would receive a screenshot on their conversation with her making a comment as humiliation against me about asking her to be my girlfriend. This never happened considering our conversation on the app Artfol has her mentioning her boyfriend (Nicolai) during the interaction we had.
Once this got Mobox87's attention, her brother steps in making a response just to drag on this whole humiliation against me. The drawing would discuss the copyright rule meaning of "fair use" in his opinion against the law statement that wouldn't particularly make sense while ending it off with a joke on Mobox87's claim that I was forcing a relationship with her back when I was an obsessed fan.
I didn't take the response too seriously but I've made my statement in my reblog as a response back by coming off as understanding on his defense for mobox87 since they're family.
Despite coming off too light with my comeback. I still went off later on cause SonicCrash would go slander Cagney and turn them into a wojack.
He still kept going off with the drawings. This one being about the Moboxcritique blog and I holding a grudge when literally Mobox87 made a people victim to her harrassment from die-hard fans or has backstabbed friends like Kevonica.
Plus, the beef Mobox87 and I had back in late 2016 - 2017 has been squashed on the app Amino in her community until she made up a lie about me forcing a relationship with her. Either way, why would I feel okay with someone who isn't true to her words and denies what she did wrong by slandering others.
I responded back to him but took a dark turn for it to be harsh with insults as I brought back old an ego of mine.
He was quick to respond by making a joke saying that I have a BDSM fetish. It wasn't until days afterwards, I made this meme on myself.
I remain silent for awhile cause I was busy offline and was going to make a response til Mobox87 scared her audience with a suicide post but afterwards he would call me out again on Facebook.
After reading this post, I made this thread to pop off on him over what he said to me
Anyways, that response I was going make didn't come to light quick enough for him but hey I might as well drop this if you're that interested on what I have to say before the finishing results.
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Summary: “Are they there again? Sheesh. Here, give me your hand.” Rin can’t see demons. Yukio can. In a world where Yukio said something about it, Rin has the perfect solution.
New chapter drop has apparently got me in the mood to be writing something, apparently. Hallelujah, I’ve had writer’s block for months! Of course, it’s for Blue Exorcist. Hard to avoid my teenager fixation. Anyway, here’s some nonsense rambling that was only spawned by me re-watching Maki’s and Mai’s fight from JJK season 1. It’s not very cohesive but at least it’s something, right?
Yukio is seven when sees his first demon. Gangly and limp and stinking of rot in the middle of the hallway. It’s a tiny thing, small enough that Yukio can kick it like a football. Small enough that most people can’t even see it, can walk right past it, and go about their day. Frankly, Yukio should be able to ignore it just fine. It can’t hurt him, can’t even touch him. They’re in a house of God.
Yet, the only thing that sends the demon cowering is Rin—who walks right past it without so much as a glance.
For whatever reason, that moment sticks with Yukio. That Rin, who can’t see the danger, simply chooses to trot by, smile as bright as the sun and hardy knuckles taped up in colorful band aids. He’s not afraid of anything, even after Yukio tells him, bawling with fat tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Seriously?” Rin says it with as much interest as if a teacher assigned him extra homework. “But there’s nothing there.”
“Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist!” Yukio wails. “I can see it just fine!”
“Are you that afraid?”
Something pulses in Yukio. It’s like a stab wound, a festering anger clawing at the inside of his chest. Why must his brother be so stupid? It feels like betrayal, not that seven-year-old him knows what that word is just yet, but the pain is raw unlike anything he’s had the misfortune of feeling in his meager, short life.
“Alright, alright, here,” Rin grumbles. He takes Yukio by the hand, much to Yukio’s jolting shock. No hesitation, no fear. Nothing that exists in Yukio exists in Rin as he gently grabs hold and guides Yukio right past the problem as if it can’t so much as draw breath as a pebble.
Rin, without fail, unable to hold a grudge for very long, breaks off into a sprint with Yukio in hand, out into the cool, winter waiting outside.
***
The next demon is bigger, of course. They feed on fear and anger and all manner of negative emotions—or so Father Fujimoto says during one of his sermons. It’s louder too, a maimed and mutated bird with decaying feathers and a gaping wound in its chest, glaring down on Yukio from the schoolyard after his first day in the new grade.
“Die. Die.” It squawks with a mutilated voice.
Rin shrugs at the description.
“That’s horrible,” he says, though he clearly doesn’t care. “Come on, you baby. Let’s go.”
Rin offers his hand this time, rather than just touching without permission.
“I’m not a baby,” Yukio mutters, but nonetheless his fingers lace with Rin’s. They take off across the yard and toward the gate, far away from the screeching sounds that’ll haunt his nightmares later that night.
In the long run, it won’t matter all that much. Because Yukio will have constant nightmares about demons, constant fits where he can’t focus or even breathe until the damned things are gone, either by a prayer or the business end of a gun. And Rin will continue to not care all that much. Birthdays come and go, the weather and the seasons change, Yukio rarely speaks of or acknowledges demons, but Rin will still pick up on their presence with terrifying nonchalance.
“What’s the matter?” Rin snaps on some innocuous day. “Hurry up.”
Yukio, reaching nine-year-old with his twin brother, fidgets at the top of the stairs of the temple grounds. It’s just a summer festival, the evening sun still hot against their backs, even more so with the thick fabric of their kimono tied snugly into place.
“They’re…” Yukio fumbles with his words. “Brother, they’re…”
Rin groans, something familiar, something worn rough by harsh growling. “Are they there again? Sheesh. Here, give me your hand.”
Their sandals clack against the stone, uneven and stumbling as Rin half-drags Yukio along the path toward the shrine they promised they’d meet their father at.
“Stop giving them so much attention. You know they like that.”
“I know.”
Yukio doesn’t say anything else, too far swallowed by his own shame. What’s the point in him learning exorcism? Rin would be far better at this than he would. It’s unfair, in a way that makes Yukio want to laugh. He knows, deep down he knows he’s doing this to protect Rin, because Rin is never going to see what’s truly important. He’s only going to see what he wants to see: a clear and illuminated way to get to where he wants to go, unburdened by the presence of demons.
If anything, Rin does all the protecting. He cushions Yukio’s weak heart.
It really is unfair.
***
“You can’t look at them, they feed by looking into your eyes,” Yukio’s com tells him on a mission. He’s seventeen, doesn’t want to be here, should have retired a long time ago. Should have told Father Fujimoto and Mephisto and Lucifer to shove it.
“Ah, so they’re like the crying statues from that one tv show?” Rin asks.
The dark colors of the exorcist cassock fit Rin better than it ever did Yukio. It gives structure to his form and brings out the bursting bundle of rosemary and sage tethered to his true cross pin—a gift from Shiemi. He has a sword to fight, a repaired Kurikara that no longer acts as a gate to Gehenna. The blue of his flames now wreathe him whenever he wants them to, having made peace with his origins.
Yukio struggles and fails to choke down a griping noise that only younger brothers can make.
“Seriously?” He manages through all that.
“Don’t be a spoil sport, Yukio,” Rin replies, grinning from ear to ear. “It’s a good show.”
“You’ve never seen an episode all the way through.”
“Don’t need to.”
‘Moron,’ Yukio thinks with no small amount of vitriol. Broadly speaking from the top of a building, he’s had it up to here with Rin. For a lot of reasons, but mainly it’s because of that same mixed feeling. Of resentment, of admiration, of some long-suffering exhaustion that’s been building up for a decade.
“Relax,” Rin eventually says. “What, you think we can’t handle this? Here.”
A wave of familiarity goes through Yukio. Rin reaches up, plucks the glasses from the bridge of Yukio’s nose—boy, is that beginning to get old—and perches them on his own face.
“There, see? Can’t look into their eyes if you can’t see their eyes.”
Yukio wants to tell him that’s not how it works. At least, he’s sixty-seven percent certain that’s not how it works. With Rin, one can never be certain. It’s like asking a moth to not fly into a light. But most of his train of thought is cut off by Rin grabbing his hand as if they’re children again. As if nothing ever changes.
“Come on,” Rin says, pulling them into the dark, tangling nest of demons before them. “I bet you we can have this done before dinnertime. Trust me!”
Well, somethings change, Yukio surmises. Neither of them can see now, in the physical sense. But in the metaphorical sense, it’s the opposite. At least he knows they’ll get out of this safely. At least he knows Rin is taking this seriously. At least, they’re only each other’s responsibility when they want to be.
“Please,” Yukio manages. “We’ll have this done before lunch.”
#my fic#my writing#blue exorcist#ao no exorcist#fanfiction#writers on tumblr#like i said incoherent but better than nothing#will there ever be a day when these idiot twins with issues don't give me feelings?#probably not#gen fic
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Prompt: Post-canon, Nie Huaisang drops the 'Headshaker' facade and his disciples stop pretending they think he's incompetent, and a bunch of Sect Leaders who are used to being able to step all over Qinghe Nie are suddenly faced with a cunning, brilliant leader who Takes Absolutely No Shit.
Associates - Part 1 - ao3
Untamed verse
“I’m sorry,” Nie Huaisang said, so shocked that he didn’t even raise his fan in front of his face. “You want me to what now?”
“Help,” Lan Wangji said. He was seated across from Nie Huaisang, as stiff-backed and formal as if they were having a discussion conference banquet rather than a meal in Nie Huaisang’s private quarters in the Unclean Realm.
“Yes, I gathered as much,” Nie Huaisang said. “Two questions: Help with what? And – why me?”
Lan Wangji’s brow wrinkled minutely, which for the Lan sect suggested a state of extreme stress. “Brother has entered seclusion.”
“I know that,” Nie Huaisang said, firmly ignoring the niggling feeling of guilt. If Lan Xichen hadn’t wanted to be completely wrecked as collateral damage in Nie Huaisang’s revenge plan, he shouldn’t have tried to take Jin Guangyao’s side even after he knew what he’d done.
His da-ge deserved better than that. Especially from Lan Xichen.
“I have been appointed Chief Cultivator,” Lan Wangji said.
“I know that, too,” Nie Huaisang said. “I sent you a present in congratulations, didn’t I?”
Lan Wangji gave him a dead-eyed look, which meant he’d received it.
“I thought you and Wei Wuxian would enjoy it,” Nie Huaisang protested, hiding his twitching lips behind his fan. His favorite, as always – he might switch them out on a regular basis, but he always came back to this one, the one his brother had given him long, long ago. It served as a reminder that he should trust no one, which was a concept his stupid heart had a tendency to otherwise forget. “I understand that appropriate preparation is a very important part of the proceedings –”
The dead-eyed looked turned into a glare, and Nie Huaisang coughed into his hand and stopped talking about the jade phallus and jar of lubricant that he’d sent to the Cloud Recesses in a discreet package under the guise of a congratulations gift.
He really hoped he was lucky enough that Lan Wangji had opened it in front of other people, but sadly he suspected the other man knew him too well to do that.
“Speaking of which, have you married him yet?” he asked, ignoring his hurt at not having been informed. He hadn’t expected an invitation to the happy event itself, of course; Wei Wuxian had made very clear what he’d thought about what Nie Huaisang had done – don’t associate with evil. There was a reason that Nie Huaisang had carefully returned to referring to Wei Wuxian by name, rather than casually. But not even to receive a letter informing him of it having happened…?
“I have not,” Lan Wangji said. When Nie Huaisang goggled at him, disbelieving, he shifted minutely in his seat and said, “He wanted to travel. I – could not.”
“Well, of course you couldn’t,” Nie Huaisang said blankly. “You’re the Lan sect heir. If your brother goes into seclusion, then responsibility for managing your sect falls to you – and of course you were just named Chief Cultivator – wait, are you doing both jobs by yourself?”
Lan Wangji nodded.
Nie Huaisang had a momentary feeling of sincere pity, and then the true horror sunk in.
“And you’re asking me to help you?!” he yowled. “Hanguang-jun! You can’t be serious! Don’t you know what everyone says about me? Me, the hapless ‘I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know’, the one they all call the Headshaker?”
“I know what they call you,” Lan Wangji said, stoic as ever. “I also know what they said about Wei Ying, and about Lianfeng-zun. There is not much gain in listening to what people say.”
“I don’t think those are comparable situations,” Nie Huaisang complained, but even he had to admit it was a bit of a weak response.
“No?” Lan Wangji said. “Then you are not the man who drove Lianfeng-zun into a corner with no route of escape?”
Well, when he put it that way.
“That doesn’t mean I know anything about running a sect,” Nie Huaisang pointed out. “Sure, I’ve managed, but I had –” Er-ge and san-ge do it. “- help.”
“They each had their own sects to run,” Lan Wangji pointed out in return. “You must have done much of it yourself.”
“But –”
“Nie Huaisang,” Lan Wangji said, and Nie Huaisang blinked. Lan Wangji hadn’t called him as informally as that in years, and certainly never since he became Sect Leader. “Please. As a favor to me.”
Nie Huaisang pursed his lips and looked down at his plate, reaching out and playing with his teacup.
It was a low blow, that.
Pity for Lan Wangji that low blows didn’t work on him anymore.
“We used to be friends, once,” Nie Huaisang said, not looking up. “A long time ago – do you remember? I was seven, you were eight, it was right after my father died. I slept in your room.”
He’d had screaming nightmares back then, and they were worse when he was alone. It hadn’t been just about his father, either, but his brother, the memory of fear in his eyes and bruises on his face, the desperate way he’d pleaded for Nie Huaisang to agree to go to Gusu just for a little while, the persistent worry about what was happening back home once he’d agreed, the haunting thoughts of losing him in the same way he’d lost his father…
Lan Wangji hadn’t been much of a talker back then, either, but he’d crawled into the cot they’d set up for Nie Huaisang in his room and had held his hand, right up until he’d passed out like clockwork at nine. His steady breathing had reminded Nie Huaisang of his brother, calming his nerves, and eventually he’d started confiding in him. Telling him all his fears – the secrets he’d guessed about the Nie family cultivation he only half-understood – the qi deviations –
“I remember,” Lan Wangji said.
“Later, when I came back to the Cloud Recesses to learn for the first time, I was so excited to see you again, and so disappointed to find out you were preparing to go into seclusion. When I snuck over to see you, you chased me away – and when you came out, you only spoke to me long enough to scold me about how I wasn’t obeying the rules properly. I thought you were embarrassed to be seen with me.”
Lan Wangji said nothing. He probably had been. With the benefit of hindsight and age, Nie Huaisang could even understand: adolescence was such a prickly age, and little things seemed so important.
“I was angry at you back then,” Nie Huaisang said. “Very angry – but all I did was start treating you coldly, calling you Lan-er-gongzi instead of Lan Zhan, waiting for you to remember that you liked me. And then the next year we had all those adventures together, you and me and Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian, and of course we were close again during the war. You remember, I’m sure, how we used to stay together every time you came back to the Cloud Recesses or visited the Unclean Realm, how I couldn’t do anything for the war but worry, couldn’t do anything but keep you company, but you said it helped to lift your spirits before you headed out again. I even sent you letters after what happened with Wei-xiong– with Wei Wuxian. The siege of the Burial Mounds. I knew how close you were, and I wanted to comfort you if I could...but you never responded to any of them.”
He shook his head and rolled the teacup from one hand to another.
“And then you didn’t show up when my brother died. In seclusion again! For years and years! The honorable Hanguang-jun, always thinking about his cultivation; what a good seed you are, a pride and joy to your sect. Just like everyone always said.”
“I didn’t have a choice,” Lan Wangji said. His voice was very quiet, a little hoarse. “I was not well.”
Nie Huaisang shrugged. “No one ever explained, either then or thereafter. And no one else ever guessed ‘busy mourning the death of the love of your life’ was the reason, either, so I don’t know why you would expect me to.”
“You never spoke to me again,” Lan Wangji said, his jaw and throat working. He’d tried, a few times, but Nie Huaisang had looked through him as if he wasn’t there, twittering like a foolish little bird with only the most formal of addresses on his lips. “Only in passing, when you came to visit my brother.”
“As I’m sure you’ve realized by now, I’m very good at holding a grudge,” Nie Huaisang said, and put his teacup down. He knew perfectly well that he was being unfair, that he was being cruel and selfish and completely disregarding the many ways he had undoubtedly been unfair to Lan Wangji in turn through lack of consideration or otherwise. But he was cruel and selfish, his mission this past decade and more evidence enough of that, and that old pain of abandonment had lingered far past the point of reason. Still lingered, if he was being honest. “I’m sorry that you’re struggling, and for my part in it, but you’re going to have to do better than please.”
Lan Wangji was quiet, bowing his head. After a time, he said, “I was in recovery during that period. I did not learn about what had happened to your brother until – until much later. It was kept from me so as not to disturb me as I was healing...I can show you the remaining marks, if you wish.”
“That’d be something,” Nie Huaisang said, because he was a petty person like that. Because that had hurt back then, thinking that Lan Wangji was ignoring him even at that most desperate moment, hurt more than anything.
Well. Not more than anything.
Not more than losing his brother. Than finding out the truth about Jin Guangyao.
Than realizing he was the only one who could right this wrong, and that he would have to do it alone.
“If things had been different,” Lan Wangji said, and he did not lift his head. “If things had gone – otherwise. Would you have trusted me?”
Now it was Nie Huaisang’s turn to bow his head. If he had had Lan Wangji, had trusted Lan Wangji…yes, things might have gone very differently.
For Lan Xichen, at least.
“Perhaps,” he said, unwilling to commit himself but knowing that his mere lack of response said everything. “But enough about the past. Far more importantly - what about the future?”
Lan Wangji blinked at him.
Nie Huaisang sighed. “You’re right. I did learn to run a sect, at least somewhat. I may not be very good at it, but I know all the things a sect leader ought to know – all the secrets, all the gossip, how to commit to nothing while making people think you’ve agreed, who should sit next to who and who shouldn’t, what’s a trap and what isn’t, all the things you’ve never needed to care about it. Your brother made sure I knew it all, and told me many stories about things he was doing to run your sect to use as examples. As you suspected, I can probably help you, even if only in figuring out how to appropriately delegate the work.”
“But?”
“I may not be a very good custodian of it, but my sect is the only thing I have left,” Nie Huaisang said. “And you may have once been my friend, Lan Zhan, but now you’re the Chief Cultivator. Do not associate with evil. Am I to expect a freeze in trade relations? A subtle ostracization of my disciples? Will I be invited to the discussion conferences, or will people turn their faces away from me?” He shrugged. “You don’t get to play hot and cold with me anymore. You want my help, you stand by my side. No more judgment.”
Lan Wangji was frowning. “As Chief Cultivator, I must be impartial.”
“Just like the last three were? Wen Ruohan, Jin Guangshan, Jin Guangyao…oh yes, impartiality is truly intrinsic to the position, with such grand examples in your predecessors,” Nie Huaisang said archly, and this time he did open his fan. Trust no one. “I’m not asking for favoritism. Equality with all the others, and your support if someone tries to criticize me or remove me, especially for anything to do with Jin Guangyao; that’ll be enough. Well?”
Lan Wangji considered it for a long time.
It wasn’t anything personal – Lan Wangji was a contemplative sort of person – so Nie Huaisang didn’t take offense, just waited, occasionally moving to eat a little of the food.
“Very well,” Lan Wangji finally said. “I agree.”
Nie Huaisang was ready with his next question, and also a bite of some grilled vegetables, which he swallowed down before speaking. “And if Wei Wuxian doesn’t?”
Lan Wangji’s hands tightened around his knees. “I have said I will defend you. I have not named exceptions.”
“Just checking,” Nie Huaisang said, then smiled and put some of the vegetables into Lan Wangji’s bowl. “Eat up, Lan Zhan! We’re going to have our work cut out for us.”
Lan Wangji nodded. He seemed resigned.
“If you want, I’ll even deal with Jiang Cheng for you,” Nie Huaisang said. “But it’ll cost you.”
Lan Wangji tilted his head to the side, as if it could hide how much his eyes had brightened in anticipation of that particular burden being taken off his back.
“Remember when we were kids and I asked you to do my copying for me?”
A slow blink. “You want me to do paperwork?”
“I want you to do so much paperwork,” Nie Huaisang said emphatically. He even waved his hands around in emphasis, he meant it so strongly. “I’ll tell you what needs to be done and who needs to do it, I’ll show you how to keep the smaller sects in line and how to manage conferences, but if I never see another memorial in my life it will be too soon..!”
“I think,” Lan Wangji said dryly, “that we will be able to devise an equitable division of labor.”
“Old friend!” Nie Huaisang trilled happily, holding out his arms.
“Do not hug me.”
“Ah, Lan Zhan, don’t be like that –”
“Do not hug me.”
“Don’t be so cold! How are we going to get Wei Wuxian back by your side if we don’t put some effort into making him jealous?”
“…explain.”
“Well, the way I see it –”
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Prima Vista Part III
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Rating: E (explicit; mdni)
Pairing: Mike Zacharias x fem!reader
Warnings: a lot of feelings, handcuffs, testosterone, quite a bit of sex, one surprise kiss (cause Erwin is a privileged dick), parents, domesticity
A/N: I apparently did not write an author’s note for this originally, but uh, this is one of my favorite sections of the whole fic, so.
Mike uses the rest of the break to relax, to get his head on straight so that when he gets back on campus he won’t be overbearing. He knows that’s the last thing you want from him.
You text back and forth a few times a day, but most of it is dumb shit, and the conversation dies off pretty quickly—either Mike not knowing how to respond or you just growing bored.
He busies himself by spending time with his parents and playing with Scout who eats up all the attention. Family comes over for Christmas, and his mom and aunt get into an argument. It’s nothing new.
He’s happy to get back to the school and back in classes just to stimulate his brain. More than that, he’s happy to see you again. Even if it means the two of you go back to friend-only status.
Things are awkward between him and Erwin, though. It isn’t the first time they’ve had a hiccup in their friendship, but this one has really rubbed Mike the wrong way. Erwin tries to apologize a few more times, but every time he does, all Mike can manage is an unconvincing, “It’s fine,” which the other man obviously doesn’t buy.
He tries not to be possessive when you start coming to the house again, but it’s fucking hard whenever he has to watch you and Erwin talk and joke around. Mike figured you’d be at least a little annoyed that he’d just walked in on the two of you like that, but you act like it never happened.
Eventually, Mike has to ask about it, just can’t help himself. “Aren’t you, like, even a little mad that he did that? Don’t you think it was fucked up?”
You’re sitting on Mike’s bed, a controller in your hand as you play Mario Kart, sound a little distracted when you respond, “I mean, yeah, it was fucked up, but I never really expected anything more from him.”
“What do you mean?”
You look at him from the corner of your eyes before staring at the screen again. “Erwin is a cocky motherfucker. I’ve seen the way he gets the girls on campus, probably thinks he can charm all of them which means he probably thinks he’s entitled to all of them. Us.”
“Are you calling him a predator?”
You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t think he’d ever, like, rape anyone. He at least has enough class and common sense not to do that. But I think… He doesn’t care who he goes after. Single girls, girls in relationships, happy girls, damaged girls. He just has a one track mind when it comes to sex. That’s what I’ve gathered anyway.”
Laying back on his bed, Mike laces his fingers behind his head and thinks on what you’ve said. “That just sounds like a drawn out way of saying he’s a flirt.”
“A massive flirt. Without any real care about whose feelings he hurts in the process.”
“Sounds about right.”
“I don’t appreciate it,” you sigh, “But he’s your best friend, so I’m willing to put up with some shit from him.”
“Even him perving on you?”
“Not the first time it’s happened to me, probably won’t be the last. He’s curious, I can tell.”
Mike snorts and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, he is.”
You stay quiet for several seconds, toggling over to another track on the game, then ask, “That make you uncomfortable?”
Blinking up at the ceiling, Mike wonders what the right answer to this is. He doesn’t want to scare you away, but he doubts he’ll be able to act as aloof as you do.
“A little.”
You hum, nodding in a thoughtful manner before suggesting, “I think we can keep hooking up through this semester.”
Mike sits up on his elbow, looks at you with high eyebrows. “Wait, really?” He sounds too excited, he knows.
“Yeah. I have mostly easy classes, or really, I have interesting ones which makes studying for them easier. Plus, it might teach Erwin a lesson.”
He falls back flat, scoffing. “I don’t want you to fuck me to prove a point to Erwin. I want you to fuck me because you want to.”
The game music stops when you pause it, and then you’re straddling Mike, hands on his chest as you smirk at him.
“Don’t let this go to your head, Zacharias, but no one has ever fucked me the way you do.”
Mike tries not to grin, triumph blooming inside of him, and he grips your hips a little too tightly. “Oh, that’s definitely going to my head.”
You grind your covered pussy over his denim-clad cock, and Mike feels all his blood flow south.
Laughing, you lean down to ghost your lips over his and murmur, “Both heads, apparently.”
That day, the two of you start a routine that leaves Mike falling harder and harder with every passing day.
*
“Come on, please just be my date,” Mike begs, thinks about getting to his knees if it’ll help convince you.
“Why?” You ask, looking up from your textbook.
You and Mike are sitting in the library—you studying, him bothering you. “I’m honestly so tired of parties at this point.
“It’s not like the big parties we throw, though,” he tells you. “It’s just the brothers and their girlfriends.”
“That makes it even worse,” you push one little laugh through your nose. “What makes you think I wanna spend an entire night with a bunch of frat boys and their matching sorority girls?”
Mike rolls his eyes. “They’re not all sorority girls, just like, eighty-five percent of them.”
Your head lolls, an expression that reads nothing but apathy aimed at Mike, and he gives you a hopeful smile and adds, “On the bright side, we get to stay together all night…?”
“Oh god, it's a cuff party, isn't it?"
All he can do at this point is beg because the more he explains it, the more he realizes how not appealing this is to you. “Please.”
Sitting back in your chair, you cross your arms over your chest and puff your cheeks out as you exhale heavily. “What’s in it for me?”
Fuck yes. Half the battle is won.
“Uhh,” obviously sex is the first thing that comes to Mike’s mind, so the first offer he makes is, “I’ll go down on you ‘til you cry.”
You snort. “Try again.”
“Fuck you ‘til you pass out?”
“Jesus—why do you want to hurt me? Try again. Third time’s a charm.”
Mike brainstorms for a solid thirty seconds, thinks about what you’ve mentioned to him over the past couple of weeks, sex and school and—
“I’ll help you study for your geochemistry exam.”
You finally look interested. “I’d actually really appreciate that. You took the course?”
“Yeah, environmental geochemistry was sort of my jam last year. Final grade was a ninety-seven.”
“Holy shit.”
Mike shoots you a satisfied smile, but before you can tell him to wipe it from his face, he asks, “So, you’re in?”
“I guess.”
This is how you both end up in the frat house handcuffed together. No one seems to be surprised at the fact that you’ve come with him, all the brothers used to you hanging around the frat house.
Most couples are walking around holding hands just because it takes some of the pressure off of everyone's wrists, but Mike doesn't dare try it with you. Too cute. Too comfortable.
These types of get togethers are Mike's favorite, though, always more relaxed than the open parties. There’s still drinking and music, but the energy is different since it’s a tighter knit group.
It takes about an hour for Erwin and his date to approach the two of you, fingers laced together, drinks in their free hands.
“Looking good,” Erwin greets with a smile. "Very… trapped."
“Yeah, you too,” Mike says, trying to ignore the subtext of Erwin's comment.
Blue eyes flick to you, and you’re questioned, “How’d he end up talking you into this?”
You don’t miss a beat as you reply cooly, “Bribed me with sex and study help.”
“Ah, of course he did.”
Mike’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t say anything, just reaches his pinky out to link with yours, a subtle claim. When you rest your head on his arm, he looks down at you and smirks.
“Anyway,” Erwin pushes on. “You remember Maddie, don’t you?”
Mike lies, “Yeah. How are you?”
The girl’s voice reminds him of who she is, “Well. How are you, Mike?” It’s a little high pitched and nasally with a northern accent. He especially remembers what she sounded like moaning for Erwin through the wall, obnoxious but Mike can’t really judge since he’s subjected the rest of the house to the same thing once or twice (or a dozen times) before.
“Glad to hear it.”
The group stands together for a few more awkward seconds before Erwin clears his throat and asks his date, “Another drink?” then makes his exit.
“You have got to get over this grudge, dude,” you take your head from his shoulder, and Mike immediately misses the warmth. “Like, it’s cute that you’re trying to defend my honor or whatever, but it’s time to move on. You guys are friends. Just talk it out.”
He sucks his teeth, almost tells you about the way he and Erwin had nearly thrown punches at the ranch house, the way the blond had basically admitted to wanting to try you out, but Mike decides against it, doesn’t want to talk too much shit only to end up making up with him.
“Guys don’t really talk it out. We usually fight it out.”
“That’s fucking primitive. You should learn to communicate like mature humans.”
“Probably,” Mike hums. “But not right now.”
Being connected to each other means every activity is a partner activity. The most interesting is playing beer pong against Nile and his on-again off-again girlfriend, Marie, house rule for the night being whoever is throwing has to use their cuffed hand. It’s like a twisted three-legged race and requires an amount of teamwork and coordination Mike has never had to deal with before.
It’s also the first time he manages to beat Nile. Mike had no doubt that the other man would have crushed you by himself, but it turns out the actual couple does not work together very well. All their shots are clumsy, and Nile gets frustrated right off the bat which only makes things worse. Meanwhile, you and Mike come up with a strategy after the first terrible throw and use it for the rest of the game.
You’re both challenged by a few other teams and end up winning every time which has Mike feeling smug about the victories and giddy at how in-tune the two of you are. Gelgar even tells you both, “You guys are good together,” which makes Mike cough as you wave him off.
You drink a little more, converse a little more, and then—as always—end up in Mike’s bedroom.
“You want me to get the key and take these off?” He asks between kisses.
You smile into him, let out a little laugh and play, “You don’t think it’d be kinda fun to fuck with ‘em on?”
“It’ll be harder,” Mike snorts. “But, we can. Won’t be able to take shirts off, though.”
“Good thing we just need to take our pants off.”
It’s clumsy and silly, and you both tug in opposite directions more than a few times. Mike laces his fingers with yours when he goes down on you, relishing in the way you arch off his bed and squeeze his hand. On the floor, you give him head in the same fashion, and fuck, Mike can hardly focus on you sucking him off while your fingers are woven together, even if it is just for the sake of convenience.
He fucks you from behind that night, your face buried in his pillow as he’s buried in you. Both of your arms are stretched behind your back, held at the wrists by Mike’s much, much larger hand. He uses his free one to grip your hip, pushing and pulling you on his cock to his heart’s desire.
You’re so pretty, damp with sweat and moaning his name when your head is turned only to shove it back into his pillow when he makes you scream. Your dripping cunt opens up for him perfectly, making Mike feel more inebriated than alcohol ever could, but as his balls tighten and that warmth spreads in his gut, he has a single moment of clarity, assess the position he has you in and pants, “Shit, I can’t pull out.” Not without ripping your god damn arm out of socket or fracturing his dick.
“Mmm—fuck, just come inside, come inside me, Mike.”
That alone makes him lose it, shooting a fucking copious amount of cum into your pussy, so much that it drips from your hole and runs down your thighs.
“Fucking C-Christ,” he laughs a little hysterically, gathering thick white and slipping it back inside you. Transfixed by the way his added finger pushes more of his cum out of you, he asks in a daze, “You on birth control?”
“Yeah,” you answer in a breathy voice.
Mike hums. “Good. Just gonna sit here for a while then.”
You let out a whimper that turns to a whine when he rubs his slick finger over your clit. Twitching around him, you tease, “F-finger painting again?”
He chuckles, “You know it.”
Honestly, if he could cover you in cum, he would—admire your body painted in white strings, watch it drip down your ribs and thighs. If Mike hadn’t just gotten off, he would be hard again at the mere thought, but for now his focus is rubbing your little clit. Still face down, you spread your legs more and more, and Mike has to curl over you, breathing heavily on your neck as you wriggle and buck, overstimulating him as he keeps his cock nestled inside of you.
He groans just as loud as you do as you start pulsing around him, pussy clenching in a way that actually pulls a few more drops of cum from Mike, then you both pant for a little while until Mike straightens up and pulls you with him, your back to his chest as you hang your head.
“You good?” He questions, brushing his lips over your neck as lightly as possible.
“Yeah,” you tell him. “Just… Full.”
Mike’s body heats all over again as he rests his forehead on your uppermost vertebrae. “Can’t just say stuff like that,” he warns, sinking his teeth into your shoulder.
“Hmm.” He can see the little smile on your face without even looking up. “You did offer to fuck me until I pass out.”
“I have a refractory period, you know.”
You glance over your shoulder, and now Mike gets a good look at your smirk and twinkling eyes. “I can wait.”
Both of you emerge from the room in the early hours of the morning, still stuck together as you quietly make your way downstairs to find the key to the handcuffs. You’re wearing a pair of Mike’s gym shorts, the mesh falling far past your knees and barely staying up around your waist. He knows you’re still messy and can tell by the way you’re walking that you’re sore, but he has every intention of cleaning you up and taking care of all your aches and pains in the shower.
*
It’s party after god damn party with classes and studying and fucking in between. You have never had this much sex in your life, but you’re not complaining. It takes the edge off, and Mike isn’t the worst company. Far from it, actually. The more you get to know him, the more he falls into what you think is his real personality.
The brash frat boy is a front, you come to find out, a mask to fit in with everyone else, one he wears very well.
But, when it’s just the two of you in his room playing video games or watching TV, he actually relaxes, gets quieter and much more reflective. The pastels and khakis and Hawaiian shirts stay hung up in his closet, both of you lounging in t-shirts and joggers more often than not.
He more or less tutors you in geochemistry, and between that and all the nerd shit in his room, you realize… Mike is kind of extremely smart. And, it’s kind of extremely hot.
“I still don’t understand why you hide it,” you tell him one afternoon as you watch him play Ocarina of Time.
He shrugs, green eyes wide and focused on the screen, gives you the same answer he did last semester when you’d asked a similar question: “People are more interested in other things.”
“So you adopted the obnoxious frat boy persona?”
“I guess. It makes the college experience a lot easier.”
You cock your head to the side, genuinely curious when you ask, “Doesn’t it wear you out? Seems like you’re just an introvert in hiding.”
Mike laughs, pauses the game, and looks at you. “It used to. Some days it still does. But, it’s easier than taking shit from the guys.”
Squinting at him, you mumble, “I will beat up anyone who gives you shit about being a nerd.”
It makes him laugh. Loudly. And, you see a certain curiosity glimmering in his eyes, unasked questions—probably something along the lines of when you started caring and getting protective over him.
You’re not. Not exactly. You just don’t like the idea of anyone giving him a hard time.
“No offense, babe, but I don’t know how much damage you could inflict on anyone. You’re, like, two feet tall.”
You straighten up, chest puffing up as you pull your fists up to your chin and rock back and forth like a Street Fighter character. “You wanna fuckin’ go, Zacharias? I’ll show you how much damage I can inflict.”
He grins in that boyish way that always makes you look away. It’s too cute and too charming and makes you feel too many things.
Mike hangs his long legs over the side of the bed and pulls you on top of him with no problem whatsoever. You’re eye level with him now, heart beating too fast as you hold his shoulders, eyes flicking to his lips.
“We can go if you want. We can do whatever you want.”
He has feelings for you. You know he does, can see it in his eyes, can feel it in the way he fucks you, and you really should cut things off, but… You don’t want to. He’s the most tolerable person you’ve met on campus, much less annoying than Hitch. You have things in common and joke around until you’re both rolling in laughter. And, of course, the sex is incredible.
It’s just casual, you keep telling yourself. Mike is smart enough not to push things. He knows better, knows you’ll just turn him down, and though it’s hard to admit, that wouldn’t just hurt him; it’d hurt you too.
In his lap now, you don’t encourage him to take things further, mostly because you’re still sore from the night before, and he understands that. Instead, you lock your arms around his neck and change the subject to something that’s still bothering you even after several weeks.
“Have you and Erwin made up yet?”
Mike makes a face, answers, “Not exactly.”
“The hell does that mean?”
“It means we’re talking a little more, but it’s always short conversations and the problem still hasn’t been addressed.”
You let out a little, “Ugh,” then state, “You guys are impossible.”
It really doesn’t make sense that he’s so upset about it, especially since you’ve gotten over it. It was a shitty thing for Erwin to do—walking in like that—but you don’t think it’s anything to end a friendship over.
And, with that thought in mind, you spend the rest of the afternoon devising a plan. It’s not in your nature to meddle, but it seems, in this case, you’re gonna have to.
*
Mike is in his fancy ecology class when you walk into the Pike house, nodding at everyone in the den as you step further inside. You learned a few months ago that it’s much safer to keep your shoes on, less jarring to step on a sticky floor the first years didn’t do a good job cleaning.
Nile is reclining sideways on the couch with Marie between his legs, an action movie playing on the ridiculously big TV mounted on the wall.
“Is Erwin here?” You ask.
Nile looks at you with a frown, one that’s completely warranted since you’ve literally never asked this before.
“Uh, yeah.” He points up at the ceiling. “In his room.”
“Cool, thanks.”
“You know which one it is?”
Squeezing one eye shut, you’re honest when you tell him, “I think so.”
The way Marie is quick to pipe up, “Second furthest to the left, right next to the bathroom,” is very amusing, especially when Nile clicks his tongue, clearly irritated.
You make your way upstairs, following Marie’s directions, then take a deep breath before knocking on Erwin’s door, clueless as to what his lock code might be.
It takes a few seconds, but the door opens, revealing a very tired-looking Erwin. His eyes widen a bit when he sees you, craning his neck back like he’s shocked that you’re standing outside of his room. That’s fair.
“Uh, hey?”
“Hey,” you greet shortly. “Can we talk for a sec?”
Erwin blinks a few times then steps to the side, murmuring, “Yeah, of course.”
His space is very different from Mike’s, more organized, framed pictures, bed completely made. Even his desk is clean, papers and books all stacked neatly on one side of his open laptop.
“Studying?” You question.
“Yeah. Would you like to sit down?” His voice is deep—not as deep as Mike’s—and always so proper, like he spent his childhood in country clubs (he did).
“Not really,” you answer without any hesitation.
Unsurprisingly, Erwin leans against his desk instead of taking a seat himself, arms on either side, fingers hanging off the edge of the polished wood. It makes the muscles in his forearms become more prominent, veins popping against his skin. You have to give it to him, it’s a good move.
“So, what’s going on?”
Running your tongue over your teeth, you recall what you planned to say—cut to the chase, stay firm, don’t get caught up in any of his tricks.
“You need to make up with Mike.”
Erwin immediately snorts. “You don’t think I’ve tried?”
“Half-assed apologies aren’t gonna work, dude. Actually sit down with him and hash things out.”
“Yeeeah,” he drawls. “That didn’t work very well the first time.”
“Maybe try again? You guys are, like, best friends.”
“Levi is my best friend,” Erwin corrects, “And, I’m pretty sure that you’re Mike’s at this point.”
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s true,” he smirks.
You wave him off, getting back to your original point. “At the very least, you guys should make up just because you have to live in the same house.”
Erwin crosses his arms over his chest, blue eyes deviating upward as if he’s thinking hard. You doubt he is.
“So, you’re not mad about what happened?” He asks after a few seconds.
You're blunt when you respond, “It was a shitty thing to do. Wouldn’t advise trying it with anyone else, but honestly, I’m not super surprised you’d pull something like that.”
His facial expression turns to one of true offense, blond eyebrows furrowing enough for a little wrinkle to form between them. “Excuse me?”
You take a step toward him, almost jab a finger in his chest but resist. “No no no. You don’t get to be pissed. You’re the one who fucked up here. I’m just telling you the truth.”
Eyes narrowing, he pushes himself off the desk, standing to his full height to loom over you. It’s obviously an intimidation tactic, one he’s probably used before on many people, and it makes your blood boil.
In a futile attempt to make yourself look bigger, you straighten your spine and tilt your head to look up at him, lips pursed, eyes narrow. You remember what Mike said about you being too small to hurt anyone, but you can be scrappy. You’re not above slapping a face or kneeing someone in the balls.
Erwin peers down at you, jaw setting for a moment as he really studies you, then breaks into an infuriating smile.
“You’re cute, you know that?” He moves to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, but you swat his hand away.
“Jesus, what is wrong with you?”
This close to him, seeing the way he acts behind closed doors, you wonder how Mike ever even got close with him. They’re so incredibly different. For the last semester and a half, you've only known Erwin as Mike's somewhat obnoxious, spoiled friend. Now, it seems he's showing his true colors.
“Nothing’s wrong. In fact, I’m feeling pretty great right now.”
Oh, you wanna hit him. You wanna hit him so badly, but honestly, Erwin kind of seems like the type to call the fucking police if you did.
“You don’t have any reason whatsoever to be feeling good.”
He’s still grinning, eyes bright and wide as his pupils dilate.
Are you calling him a predator?
He sure looks like one now, a lion with his sights set on an antelope, and as you stare at him, it dawns on you that this was a bad idea.
“You know what? Nevermind,” you shake your head. “You don’t deserve to be Mike’s friend anyway.”
The laugh that pours from his lips is not at all humorous. His voice drops when he challenges, “You think so?”
You need to leave, need to get out of here before this argument goes any further, but as you make a move toward the closed door, he slides in front of you. You shouldn’t have walked so far into his room.
“Erwin,” you grit through your teeth. “Don’t do this.”
“Just tell me—because I need to know—” he breathes, still staring down at you with that unnerving gaze. “What does Mike have that you like so much?”
Both your hands flex by your sides. There are so many ways to answer this question, all of which will evoke a different response.
But being who you are, you speak before you think, spitting the first thing that comes to mind: "You want me to make you a list, Smith? 'Cause I sure fucking can."
He makes a little circle with his hand, a 'go on' motion, and prompts, "Please, enlighten me."
And, so you do.
"Warmth, sincerity, class, depth, understanding—"
"So, it isn't just about the sex," he cuts you off, sounding more sure than curious.
You pinch the bridge of your nose, tired of these god damn frat boys and their obsession with getting their dicks wet.
"I mean, it started out that way—not that it's any of your business."
"I can give you more, you know. Satisfy you better—"
"Please shut the fuck up," you beg, getting madder by the second. The confidence, the entitlement, is making you sick.
"You don't believe me?" He steps toward you again, and you back up.
"No, I don't." Because how could he? Whether it's stimulating conversation or sex, there's no way Erwin could compare.
And now you realize just how much you appreciate Mike.
Erwin is closing the distance between you, moving slowly but purposefully. "This is how it started with you and him, right? You made him chase you?"
"Get out of my way," you demand, trying to shoulder past him—
And, you should have seen it coming, should have been prepared for the way he grabs you, strong hand closing around your upper arm to pull you to his body. Thick fingers tangle in your hair to pull your head back, face tilted up, and all you can really do is shove at his chest with your free hand, growling in your throat as Erwin crushes his lips against yours.
Adrenaline courses through your body. You try to shake the hand on your head, try to jerk your arm from his grip, but he's too fucking strong, and it terrifies you.
Your voice is muffled as you plead, "Er—mmf—shtp—"
You lift your hand higher and manage to hit him just beside his eye with the side of your palm, and it makes him break the "kiss" (you refuse to actually call it that).
He breathes a heavy, "Just let me—"
"No." You push his chest again, and he lets go of your arm. Quickly wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you tell him, "You're a shitty friend and a little fucked in the head, but you're not low enough to force yourself on someone," you pant, shaking with nerves and rage, "So don't."
Hopefully, you're not giving him too much credit. Despite the overflowing fury and fear, you still think there's a little hope for him. Not with you, of course, just in general.
He stares at you, expression changing from confusion to understanding to regret, and before you know it, he's scrubbing his hands down his face and muttering, "Fuck, I'm sorry. You're right I—I got carried away. I've been jealous of Mike and curious and—"
"Why?" You blurt because you do not get it. "Both of you are, like, top athletes and in a fraternity, could get literally anyone you wanted, so what is it? Is it because I'm a nobody? Because you're bored of the sorority girls? Am I the one chick on your list you haven't screwed?"
"I… I don't know. You just—"
"Is it because Mike has a toy he doesn't wanna share?"
"Maybe." Erwin is frowning again, like he's stumped. He doesn't even know what he's feeling. It's honestly a little pathetic.
"Well, pick someone else. I know you have Maddie wrapped around your finger, so take advantage of that or whatever. Just leave me out of it."
Ocean eyes are wide and troubled. He really does look remorseful, but that doesn't change what he just fucking did. God, you're disgusted. And a little hurt.
"Don't ever try that shit on me again—or anyone else—'cause I swear to God, I will break your fucking nose."
"Yeah, okay," he nods.
You go to walk past him again, voice loud and unforgiving when you tell him, "Move," and then you're out of his room, slamming the door, and getting as far from Pike house as possible.
That did not go the way you had planned it to, but you should have been ready for the worst case scenario. That's on you, you guess.
Because Erwin Smith may not be a predator by definition, but he's certainly something—something you want to stay away from.
*
"Why are you acting weird?" Mike's voice pulls you from your empty head, and you take your eyes off the loose string of your hoodie—his hoodie—and look up at him.
"What are you talking about? 'm not acting weird."
He moves from his place at the edge of his bed and crawls to prop himself up next to you on his pillows.
"Uh, yeah you are. Have been for the past week or so."
He isn't wrong. You've kept to yourself a little more since your "conversation" with Erwin. It had just been so uncomfortable and jarring, and you don't want to tell Mike because you know he'll just get pissed all over again which would be very annoying since he and Erwin finally made up. Just like you wanted them to.
Except now you know Erwin a little better, and you're not sure you want him having any more influence over Mike.
Rubbing your face, you shrug and easily lie, "I've just been tired."
And, of course, Mike is too smart for that.
"Tired? That's the go-to answer for anyone who actually feels shitty."
"I mean, yeah, but I'm actually tired in this case." It isn't a complete lie considering how fucking late he kept you up last night.
Mike hums. "Wanna take a nap before the party?"
The acid in your stomach churns. The party. The one you do not have any desire to go to. The one that will push you over the ledge of annoyance and into the realm of genuine discomfort. You don't want to go. You don't want to hang out. You don't want to see Erwin.
Sliding your legs under the covers, you lay down in Mike's bed, turning on your side so that your back is facing him. You've told him on numerous occasions that you don't have any interest in certain events, but he always talks you into going to them anyway. So, what'll be different this time? You're just gonna end up downstairs huddled in a corner refusing to drink as your eyes scan over everyone, ready to make a quick exit if you have to.
Mike settles in closer behind you, the heat of his chest pouring across your back, and you can feel the pillow dip when he rests his head on it. He waits for a while before letting his arm fall over your waist. It makes you squeeze your eyes shut, makes something crawl into your throat, trying to scratch its way out.
"I really don't wanna go tonight," you murmur.
You expect some form of protest, a convincing argument in the form of a well thought out fucking speech while he kisses down the back of your neck, but instead, a low rumble of, "Okay," spills from his mouth, and you hate how it makes you feel—how grateful you are for him.
He's getting to know you. Has gotten to know you after spending so much time together. He can read your ups and downs now, can tell when you're joking or serious, take the hint when you want him with a single look (that one might be the most irritating), but it just goes to show how perceptive he is, how much of himself he's been hiding while in college.
The shallow jock you thought you knew is no comparison for this.
"Spring break's coming up," he speaks into your hair, inhaling deeply and whispering to himself, "Citrus kills me," like you can't hear him.
You pretend not to because it's soft and personal and would probably make him adorably self-conscious, and you can't deal with Mike blushing.
"Yeah, it is. Couple more weeks."
"What're your plans?"
You shrug against him, trying not to get too wrapped up in the way his body feels over yours, longer legs tangling between yours, his draped hand nearly covering your entire stomach, his stubble scratching your neck and cheek.
When did you get this close? When did you decide it was okay to be this intimate? This is what couples do. This is comfort.
And, you didn't think you needed it, but fuck—
"Nothing, really. Go see Mom, I guess."
"Come stay with me," he says quickly. "Just for a few days."
You wriggle to turn on your back and frown up at him as a myriad of questions fill your mind.
Mike takes a deep breath, somehow reading every one of them.
"I know that sounds like a 'come meet my parents' thing, but I promise it's not. I just thought it'd be cool to hang out not at school and not at a party. Plus," he shows a broad grin. "You can meet Scout."
"Mm, tempting," you laugh. "I do like dogs."
"And, you'll love her! She's so sweet and so goofy and—"
"I'll think about it," you stop him.
Mike bites his lip, looking hopeful, but tries to play it off with a, "Okay, cool," then leans down to kiss you as if you've already said yes.
Honestly, you have, just not out loud. He had you at 'hanging out'.
*
Studying sucks. Midterms suck. Avoiding parties, however, does not suck. Mike still goes to most of them, kind of has to considering they're usually thrown at the PKA house, but sometimes he just shows his face then comes to your dorm. You try to convince him to stay, hang out with his friends, but he usually just shrugs and digs through your stash of movies until he finds something he wants to watch.
It's fine with you, makes passing geochem a lot fucking easier, but it also means little sleep and a perpetual soreness between your legs.
You just… Can't get enough of each other. And, you think that's how it's always been since that first party. Afterward, you had denied him in the courtyard and then broke as soon as he got into your room to get his stupid shirt. Denied him at the bar then broke as soon as he leaned over you at the pool table. Denied him at the after-game party and broke after… Seeing his room? Watching movies? Acting like friends for the first time? Whatever it is, you're always falling into bed together, some kind of unstoppable force against your obviously very movable object.
It's something you think about too much now, always somewhere in the back of your head. At this point, you should probably just be with him, don't know who you're kidding with that lie about focusing on school (your grades have never been better actually), but you're scared. That's really what's been hard to admit to yourself, not the fact that you're attracted to him or the fact that your irritation has bloomed into genuine fondness and admiration. It's that's you're fucking terrified. You can feel it in your bones.
Don't get too attached because people leave. All the time. People let you down. People disappoint.
You don't want Mike to disappoint you, so you won't give him the chance to.
Of course, all of that is easier said than done as you look over at him in the Wrangler, one huge hand pn the wheel as his other arm hangs out of the open window, catching the wind that batters against it like he's trying to push back. You hate it when he does that, too many horror stories of car crashes that end in traumatic amputations, but it's one of Mike's strange simple pleasures, makes him grin as if it's his head hanging out instead. At his core, Mike Zacharias is just a huge fucking puppy dog.
A dubstep song from too long ago is blasting through his speakers, the vibrations hitting you square in the chest as you bounce your leg and bob your head. It's beautiful outside, winter's bite melting away into sunny springtime days. Some of them still bring a chill to the air, but it doesn't matter since you basically live in one of Mike's hoodies, dark green with the school's lacrosse logo stamped in the middle. It's faded and worn out and far too big on you, but it's quite possibly the most comfortable article of clothing you've acquired.
The drive to his parents' house is a good three hours, but between the playlist he's made (stellar, not that you'd admit it), the road games you play, and the road head you give him ("Oh, Jesus Christ, this isn't safe—this isn't safe—fuck—") you make it there in one piece and in good spirits, though you have take a few drinks of the soda you got at the convenience store to wash the residue of cum out of your mouth before meeting his god damn family.
He grabs both your bags from the backseat, slinging them over his shoulders, then starts up the path to a… surprisingly small home. It isn't a shack by any means, but after what you saw of Erwin's stupid ranch house and some of the pictures and stories Nile and Gelgar have subjected you to, you just kind of figured all of them had ridiculous amounts of money.
Then again, you know Mike got a full ride to college with a sports scholarship, and he rarely talks about his family and their lifestyle aside from Scout and little tales from his childhood—trips to the zoo, the one time he rode a dirt bike and broke his collarbone, he and his dad rescuing an injured bunny from the park.
You should've known back then that you'd get in too deep.
The small garden that lines the house is well-kempt and full of blooming flowers, and the porch is home to a wire table and matching chairs with an unsavory gnome sitting on top.
"What in the world…"
Mike doesn't even glance to see what you're looking at, just opens the screen door and informs you, "That's Leonidas," so casually that it makes you snort and push him into his own house.
It opens up to a living room, long couch, recliner, coffee table and all. A TV sits right in the middle of a beige entertainment center, DVDs stacked on one side, blu-ray discs on the other. It smells clean—like the lemon wipes you use in your dorm—but even stronger than that is the smell of food.
"Must already be cooking," Mike muses, then calls out in a different fucking language that has you turning to him in confusion.
Before you can ask about it, a plump woman a couple inches taller than you comes rushing out of what you assume to be the kitchen. Her graying hair is tied into a loose bun, cheeks rosy from the heat, and she's still in her apron and a single oven mitt.
"Miche, γλυκό μου αγόρι!"
She stops in front of him and reaches up to grab his face, peppering it with little kisses and babbling words you do not understand in the slightest.
Mike is laughing, speaking to her in the same fashion, possibly answering questions or defending himself judging by the way he holds his hands up. You think you have an inkling about why when his mother turns to you, puts her hands on your shoulders to look at you, then pulls you into a tight hug.
You squeeze her right back, rocking to and fro as she does, then look up at Mike from the corner of your eyes in a panic.
What do you do, what is happening, what hasn't he told you?
It’s about this time that a large dog runs into the room and actually jumps into Mike’s arms. He grunts as he hoists Scout up, nuzzling into her beautiful coat as she tries to lick his face.
"Mamá, let her get settled first," Mike laughs from where he’s getting attacked. His mother lets go of you, but it’s only for Mike to set the dog back down, and Scout takes the opportunity to sniff and paw at you. “Be nice,” he warns her, pulling you in front of him and pushing you toward the hallway.
That need to snoop around is ever present as you enter his room, but the much more pressing issue is, "You could've prepared me, ya' know. Given me a little heads up that you're…"
"Greek?" He snorts, wiping his face with the bottom of his shirt. "My last name is Zacharias. That's a pretty good indicator."
"I—..." You pause, pout, then mumble, "I'm not a genealogy expert."
"Obviously not."
He dumps the bags on his bed, a queen size, thank god, because he had told you last week they didn't have a guest room (and had seemed pretty happy about it at the time).
"I'll get mom and dad to speak in English for the next few days."
"I mean," you shake your head. "It's their house. I don't wanna intrude on that. Let 'em do what they're most comfortable with."
He steps over to you, makes his classic move of staring down at you and smoothing his hand over your hair to make you tilt your head up. "That's sweet, but I know they're dying to talk with you, so actually being able to understand what they’re saying is kinda necessary."
Humming, you stand on your tip-toes just as he begins to stoop lower. Before you can meet in a kiss, though, you smirk, "And, just why do they wanna get to know me, Miche? Is that a secret Greek name too?”
He licks his lips, voice husky when he replies, "I've mentioned you a few times--”
“Uh huh,” you smirk, too close for him to actually see.
“And no, I think it’s Hebrew or something.”
You snicker before your mouths meet, breaths grow heavy, and the only time you break apart is so that you can look him in his light eyes and tell him, "By the way, the whole speaking a different language thing you can do?" He grunts, encouraging you to continue. "Very hot."
You feel him smile against you, a self-satisfied, "Yeah?" making you burn against him.
"Yeah."
It's hard to leave the room, but you both know you have to, hoping neither of you look too kiss-swollen when you walk back into the living room, and when Mike's mom is no longer there, he brings you to the kitchen instead.
"Smells good," he tells her, leaning over the stove and taking a whiff of the prepared dish that’s been set on top--stuffed tomatoes and peppers that make your mouth water.
She says something, and Mike lets her finish before asking, "Can we speak in English while she's here? It's kinda hard to add to a conversation when you, like, don't know what's being said."
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" She immediately gushes, turning to you with a worried look. Her accent is thick and charming, but she doesn't ever stutter, clearly fluent, just more comfortable in her apparently native language. "I just get so caught up when my Miche comes home, I—"
And, she's hugging you again.
"I'm Maia! Christopher—Miche's father—should be home soon."
You rub Maia's back until she lets go and turns back to the stove, but even as she does, she's asking you, "How is school? What are you studying? Miche's told me very few things."
He shouldn't have told you anything at all, you want to say.
"Um, it's good. I'm an earth sciences major, geology specifically, so Mike—uh—Miche's been helping me study a lot."
He leans down to speak so only you can hear, "Not necessary to call me that. She's gonna know who you're talking about when you say Mike."
Not that you'll tell him, but you kind of like the way 'Miche' feels, the way it rolls from your lips to the back of your mouth, and for just one second, you think about how you'd like to moan it in his ear.
"So, uh," you shake your head in an attempt to get it back on straight. "Yeah, it's going good, I think."
"It is nice that you study together," Maia hums, slicing into the dish to portion it out. "Miche probably enjoys the break from his fraternity life."
Mike makes an unsure noise, but you grin and lean on the counter, eyes shining as you look at the middle-aged woman, "You know, speaking of that, I need to know what he was like before the whole frat thing 'cause—"
"Uhh, we don't need to talk about that," Mike quickly cuts you off.
Maia, however, catches your eye and winks, a silent promise that she'll fill you in later.
Mike sees it, whines a dramatic, "Mamá, please."
You laugh, glancing over at him with a devious smile that makes him roll his eyes and grumble something.
The creak of a door opening followed by the sound of a screen slamming back against the frame signals the arrival of Mike's father. It takes him a couple minutes to join everyone in the kitchen, probably taking the time to get more comfortable after what you assume to be a long day.
When he does walk in, once styled hair fallen out of place, top two buttons of his shirt undone, you see exactly where Mike gets most of his looks. He may have gotten his fucking mane from his mother, but he definitely got his height and his eyes from his father.
"Oh!" He stops short when he sees you, looks at his wife, then at you, then at Mike. "Is this the girl?"
"Dad!"
Both of his parents snicker as he turns to you, pleading more than telling, "Just ignore them, they don't know what they're talking about."
You don't pay him any mind, join in on the fun when you lift an eyebrow and tease, "Am I, Mike? Am I the girl?"
"Oh my god, this is gonna be a nightmare," he groans, the tips of his ears growing red. Still, he tries to put on a stern face as he points at his parents, speaks in beautiful, rolling words that are beyond you, then turns his flashing gaze to you and commands, "And you, don't encourage them."
"Mm, no promises." You stick the tip of your tongue between your teeth and wink at his mom the way she had at you earlier.
All of you sit at an actual table for dinner, something you haven't done in at least a decade, as you talk and laugh between bites of food. Scout is laying underneath, waiting for someone to drop a piece of food, and every once in a while, you feel her wet nose nudge against your calf.
Maia and Chris are very kind and very funny, and it isn't just because they pick on their son all the time. Chris talks about his day in the office, complaining about coworkers the same way Mike complains about his brothers—"I just don't understand why you would eat sardines in the break room! Someone explain it to me!" Maia tells everyone about the three hour phone call with her mother—"My god that woman can talk. Every time we said goodbye, she would just start on something new!"
"Explains where you get it from," Chris says with a chuckle.
Maia scoffs then stabs a piece of his food with her fork, eating it with purpose as her husband watches.
You lean over to Mike and murmur, "They're cute. I like 'em."
He grunts. "That makes one of us."
Sucking your teeth, you mimic his mother's actions and dig your fork into the meat of his pepper, stealing a bite and scraping your teeth over the utensil in a way you know drives him crazy.
You immediately regret it when you realize how big the piece is, filling your mouth so that it's hard to chew, and you grab a napkin to cover yourself while Mike snorts and smugly says, "Yeah, bet you feel real smart right now. How does thievery taste?"
Shoving his arm, you manage to swallow down enough of the food to talk and tell him, "Tastes delicious."
When you look back across the table, you find Maia and Chris staring at you and Mike with shining eyes and matching grins.
*
You get along well with Mike's parents. A little too well in his opinion. There are a couple mornings you wake up earlier than he does and share coffee with his mother. He'll walk in to hear her sharing terrible stories about how, "He was such a sensitive little boy," and, "I miss the days he and his friends would spend afternoons here playing their little games."
She even breaks out the photo albums one evening after dinner, leaving Mike mortified as you laugh and 'aww' at the pictures of past birthdays, Boy Scout outings, and the horrors of middle and high school.
"Look how cute you are with braces!"
"Please stop."
"All dressed up for Easter, oh my god, are those bunny ears?"
"Mom made me."
"You were so skinny. What happened?"
"Are you calling me fat?"
"No, I'm calling you buff. Dummy."
Less embarrassing are the long walks the two of you take with Scout (who also loves you, of course). She stays close to your hip as you wander around the park, only leaving your side when you throw her favorite ball. At the house, she noses at you until you shift to let her lay either at your feet or on the couch with her big head in your lap.
It's the cutest fucking thing Mike has ever seen, and he hates it because he can't do anything about it. He can't tell you how much he likes seeing you walk around in his house. He can't tell you how much joy it brings him to hear your laugh ring out alongside his parents'. He can't tell you how much he loves seeing you slide into his old bed in nothing but one of his shirts, making yourself comfortable against his chest and weaving your legs between his.
He can't tell you, but he can do his best to show you.
Late at night when his parents are asleep, when the buzzing TV is the only thing lighting the room, Mike moves inside of you with deep, slow thrusts. He hikes your legs up to lock around his waist or pulls you up against himself if he's taking you from behind. No matter the position, it leaves you clawing at him, breathing heavily, jaw dropping open in a silent scream.
You feel so good, so tight around him even after he gets you ready for his cock. Your silken walls squeeze and milk him, pulling every drop of cum from him to soak into you. Fuck, he's so glad you're letting him do that now, fill you up until you can't take any more, until white is dribbling from your messy pussy. The way you look at him all fucked out is intoxicating, eyes droopy, smile lazy, body twitching with aftershocks as he sucks on your neck and kisses down your shoulders.
You have to know. You have to. Mike knows his feelings are written all over his face when he looks at you, may as well be carved into his skin. The words are on the tip of his tongue every night, but he muffles them with kisses, with burying his face between your legs, with sinking his teeth into your soft flesh.
He can't say it because saying it makes it real. Saying it will make it hurt more.
So Mike keeps his mouth shut, watches you every day as you converse with his parents and play with Scout. You poke around his bedroom in your usual nosy fashion, finding the rest of his Magic cards, old D&D books and privacy screens. The dusty record player he'd inherited from his grandfather interests you above all else, vinyls stacked around it, some old, some new, and as you flip through them now, cross-legged on the floor and swimming in his hoodie, you tell him the little things you talked about with his mom earlier in the day.
"She showed me your baby teeth," you say with a snort. "Why do parents keep those? My mom did too."
"Black Magic, obviously," Mike says seriously, but when you glance up at him, he chuckles. "I don't know, babe. It's fuckin' weird, though."
You grin and look back down at The Alan Parsons Project vinyl in your lap. You're quiet for a moment, but when you do speak up, it's in a quiet voice. "I'm pretty sure they think I'm your girlfriend."
Mike cringes on the bed, shutting his eyes and sighing. "Yeah, that's probably 'cause I told them you were."
"What?" You turn your whole body to face him, eyes wide and incredulous.
Sitting up, Mike holds his hands out and questions, "What was I supposed to tell them? Hey, mom and dad, I'm bringing home this girl I fuck at school all the time."
"We don't just fuck," you scoff. "You could've said friend or… Study buddy."
"Study buddies with benefits," he lets out a humorless laugh. "How many of those study sessions end with your mouth around my cock?"
"That's beside the point." You stand up and walk over to the bed, hands on your hips as you glare at him in an unconvincing manner. You're not actually upset, Mike realizes. A little annoyed maybe but more surprised than anything. "The point is they expect us to do couple-y things."
"We do do couple-y things." Mike reminds you, rolling his eyes when you snicker and murmur 'ha, do do'. "Oh my god, you're a dork."
"So are you. And, a dumb one. What happens when they find out we're not actually together? Are we gonna have to stage a break up somewhere down the line?"
"Stop worrying about it," Mike tries, reaching out for one of your arms to pull you on top of him. You must be very used to straddling him at this point. It seems like you're in his lap more often than you're not these days, even if the two of you are just talking. "Just chill and fake it for a little while longer."
You pout, glancing to the wall for a second before you mutter, "Might be tough. I've never had to fake anything for you before."
Mike groans and traces his fingers up your sides, stopping at your shoulders and using them to guide you closer to him. With your face only millimeters from his, he barely even has to whisper when he presses, "Fake it just this once."
You nod, lips brushing his, and from there you both devolve into sloppy kisses and desperate hands. As always.
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Ok so i started to write this before chapter 9 even came out sooo yeh :'), idk i just wanted to write something about a "what If Blue and Ink finally got little Dream back but Dream is acting in a way they didnt expect" and yeh i tried-
Anyways, OSD belongs to @calcium-cat ( seriously go check them out the story is good and her art is neat af )
Ah yes, a new day, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, everything is peaceful, Blue sighs relieved and sips his coffee while sitting on the fluffy blue couch, reading a book about a hero perhaps? Blue noticed how little he was paying attention, but its fine right? He feels like today is going to be a good day-
*Thump*
Well, today WAS a good day, It seems that the tiny guardian just woke up, and unfortunately, Dream hasnt been in the best mood or behavior ever since they got him out of Night’s castle, he has no Idea why Dream is so angry at them, Neither Blue nor Ink know why, but Dream sure wasnt taking It well.
As the small angry child approached the couch, Blue quickly stood up and faced him:
-“Good morning dear, how are yo-“
-“No”
Blue paused and blinked, its not a new thing that Dream wasnt up for talking, but for one month straight? Blue wouldnt say It out loud, but he was getting sad at the situation:
-“....right” Blue said sadly
As the angry looking child stared at Blue, Ink got down the stairs in a white blue-striped pajamas:
-“Hey yall, good morni-“
Dream quickly hissed and got ready to jump at Ink, in which Ink hissed playfully in return, but this got the toddler even more angry, after a minute, the toddler started to hit ink’s legs with his tiny hands, but they hardly hurt Ink, as Ink playfully mocks Dream, he gets more motivated to hit Ink like there is no tommorrow, Blue silently watches them from afar, he wished the toddler didnt hit or hiss at Ink so much.
Blue silently left the living room and went to the kitchen to grab something for Ink to eat, today was his turn to patrol the multiverse while Blue stays and takes care of Dream, as he explored the kitchen, he quickly made a sandwich and took a banana, then placing It in the bag and wrapping it up nicely, as he finished, he quickly left the kitchen and went back into the living room:
-“Ink, take this bag with you in the patrol, remember to drink water and to take a little break If you want to- oh c’mon“
Blue glared at the scene in front of him, Ink was holding Dream wrapped in a blanket, the toddler was screaming and wriggling in the blanket furiously, Ink just giggled and sometimes told him to calm down, only to be answered with a death stare from the child in return.
Ink quickly stared at Blue with a grin:
-“Uh, oh? Were you saying something Blue?”
Blue quietly glared at Ink with a tired gaze and then pointed at the bag, the bag had a text written in It saying “for patrol”, Ink silently looked at It:
-“...what?...oh-“
Ink quickly left the angry toddler at the sofa as It squirmed himself free from the blanket, hurried towards Blue and took the bag, as he was heading towards the door, Blue quickly grabbed a fistfull of his clothes, as Ink looked back at him with a confused glare:
-“Your clothes, you are still in pajamas Ink“ Blue slightly grinned
Ink paused and glared at himself, and then a look of realization made its way on his face, he thanked Blue for reminding him and hurriedly ran back to his bedroom to change.
The toddler in the sofa eventually made his way out of the blanket and slowly walked towards Blue with the blanket in hands, eventually he silently gave It to Blue and then walked away to the kitchen.
Blue stood confused and with the blanket in hands, eventually folding It and heading to Dream’s bedroom, eventually placing It on his yellow fluffy bed, Blue looked at the bed for a while, its hard to not remember the times when Dream was with them and when he wasnt a angry child, he wished Dream could open up to them just like he did in the past.
He hasnt realized that Ink was staring at him from the bedroom door, silently waiting for Blue to turn around, but eventually, Ink went in and hugged Blue from the side of his body, Blue jumped a little and looked at Ink, he just stared back with a serious expression, eventually smiling at Blue, this made Blue giggle a little as they both made their way outside Dream’s bedroom.
As they were getting down the stairs, Dream silently stared at them with a bored face, Ink playfully greets him as Dream ignores the greeting, eventually, Ink and Blue made their ways to the front door, Ink hurriedly says goodbye to both of them as he left, Blue quickly screamed behind:
-“HAVE A GOOD DAY PATROLLING, AND BE CAREFUL”
Ink looked back and waved at Blue, and then, he was gone, Blue sighed as he returned back home, he was about to sit down before hearing a strange sound in the kitchen, he blinked and sighed yet again, heading to the kitchen
Blue arrived at the kitchen only to see Dream sitting in the counter drinking a cup of water while looking bored, he paused and stared at Blue, he then looked back at his water and kept drinking It:
-“Dream, get down from there please” Blue started
-“Hmmmmmm no” replied Dream while looking at his now empty cup
Blue stared at Dream with a serious expression, as he approached the tiny guardian, Dream was busy refilling his cup:
-“Dream im serious-“
-“Nah“
Blue paused in front of Dream, the guardian stared back with a bored but relaxed look as he sipped from his now refilled cup, but quickly screamed a little when Blue suddenly grabbed him and brought him to his eye level, Blue looked at him silently before he spoke up:
-“Get off the counter, you might fall and get hurt“
Dream stayed silently and looked nervously at Blue, only to gulp and slowly wrap his hands around Blue, as Blue brought him down gently
Dream nervously looked up at Blue with cup on hands, the other stared back with a sigh and a frown, Dream quickly drank his water and gave the empty wet cup to the skeleton in front of him, only to run away right after, Blue blinks silently, and then immediatly follows him after putting the cup on the counter
As Blue got in the living room, Dream was sitting on the sofa with a bored expression, that quickly changed to a angry stare once he spotted Blue:
-“...what?“
Dream stayed silent, but after a while, spoke up:
-“...why?“
-“Why what?“
-“Why did you guys take me away from my brother?”
-“Your brother is evi-“
Dream gasped in offense, eyes wide and with a expression of disgust:
-“MY brother is the sweetest and nicest person i know! Stop saying nonsense!“
Blue paused terrified at the sudden reply, did Night brainwash him somehow? If he did, how could he fix that now? He needed to act quick:
-“But the people he is with are also evi-“
-“Stop“
Blue stared at the angry child, he felt himself getting more determined to tell Dream the truth about his “family” as Dream likes to call them, but apparently, the kid didnt want to listen, as Blue opened his mouth to say something else, Dream interrupted:
-“Do you even know what you’re talking about? I dont want to talk with someone who associates himself with the mean Ink guy who hurt my brother and who also hurt Cross, dont think i forgot the day you both took me away“
Blue stood silent, the kid had a point, but he didnt think Dream would actually hold a grudge against Ink or him, coming to think about It, the grudge with Ink should be stronger now, after all, Cross was alone with Dream when they invaded Night’s castle, It was weird, but a opportunity to get their friend back, and Dream tried to protect Cross so much, but It was all in vain as Ink injured Cross severely, he will never forget the horrified look on Dream’s face when he saw Cross hurt and almost passing out, and the expression of anger that came right after was dreadful.
Ink grabbed Dream with no problem, but then constantly tried to keep Dream from squirming and hitting them, begging to be let go, Blue just followed right after, but It seems that their relationship became even more strained when Ink began taking almost everything he said as a joke, Dream didnt even talk with them that day, and hissed angrily whenever they tried to approach him, its weird to think that this happened a month ago.
Blue didnt notice how long he has been silent and lost in thought, by the time he noticed that, he also noticed that the child was still staring at him angrily, as If he was expecting a response, but It quickly turned into an annoyed expression as Dream spoke up annoyed:
-“Ugh, nevermind, I’ll just go to my room“
Blue tried to tell Dream to wait up, but the toddler could care less to hear him, as Dream’s bedroom door closed up with a loud thud.
Blue looked up to the closed door sadly, but he knew that Dream needed some time, everytime those fights happened, It would always end with Dream getting in his room angrily, Blue cant help but feel bad whenever he heard sniffles coming from inside the room when he walked in front of It.
Blue heads to the kitchen to perhaps make something to eat for himself, that will distract him right? right.
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He forgot how long Dream usually stayed there, sometimes It would last hours upon hours, but sometimes only minutes, but no matter how long It lasted, It still hurts Blue to the core, he hated seeing Dream all sad, he could manage to deal with na angry Dream, but with a sad Dream who is not willing to talk? He just couldnt.
Blue was sitting on the sofa yet again while he was thinking about It, as he looked outside the nearby window, It was already sunset, he decided to at least see how Dream was doing since the sniffling and the muffled cries have stopped, as he got up from the sofa and walked towards the bedroom door, he paused and looked at the door sadly, carefully paying attention to the sounds, but nothing was heard from inside, with a worried feeling, Blue slowly turned the handle to the side, opening the door carefully and taking a peep inside, only to see Dream silently looking at a piece of paper with tears on his eyes, he seemed so tired, yet so sad, Blue felt a heartbreak start to become clearer on his soul, he slowly and careful got in, carefully approaching the sad child, hoping that he could at least comfort It, but as he approached further, Dream quickly looked scared at his direction while hiding the paper from Blue’s view:
-“...its ok, you dont have to show It to me“
Dream stayed silent, tears still on his eyes, he began to curl up protectively and shake, Blue looked nervously and stopped approaching, just looking at the child with an sad look, they both stayed in silence staring at each other until Blue asked softly:
-“Are you ok with me approaching you a little?“
Dream stared silently, some minutes have passed before he nodded slowly, Blue began slowly approaching the crying child, being careful to not make any moves that might scare Dream further, Dream began to slowly uncurl himself up and looked up at Blue, with his arms protecting the paper, Blue stopped and began assuring the kid:
-“Its ok, I wont take It or destroy It in any way, you can stay with It“
The tiny child seemed relieved but doubtful when Blue assured that, Blue began to once again approach the small child, then bending to his level once he got close enough, Blue stared at Dream with a soft look, Dream stared back with a blank stare, heavy breaths could be heard from the tiny kid, Blue carefully approached his hand towards Dream, the little one staring at It with a worried look, but then, as Blue’s hand touched his skull gently, Dream stopped breathing for a moment, confused as to why Blue was doing this and why was his gloves so soft, Dream didnt move at all for a moment, but then slowly rubbed his head on Blue’s hand, Blue moved along and asked the child If he was ok with It, Dream nodded gently as Blue took his hand away.
Dream blinked confused, but as Blue’s hands began drying his tears, he started speaking:
-“...I want to suggest something, but I will only do so If you are willing to hear me“
Dream stared at Blue, and then nodded curiously, Blue wont admit It, but he feels incredibly happy that Dream is starting to somewhat trust him:
-“A-alrighty, so, I suggest that we try to start listening to each other carefully-“
Dream opened his mouth with a little angry expression, but quickly backed down when Blue started to speak again:
-“It doesnt have to be a fight, It can be a calm conversation where we listen to each other and maybe even understand each other“
The little child softly stared at Blue, then looking to the side as If he was thinking about the suggestion, and then asked softly:
-“...will you be willing to listen to me?“
Blue smiled softly:
-“Of course Dream“
Dream sighed in relief, and gently approached Blue, his hand gently wrapping around the tiny guardian, Dream slowly analizes Blue, staring at his clothes and his face as Blue just let him, and before Blue knew It, he was shaking with joy, his little friend was now trusting him and looked somewhat calm, but for Blue, It was everything, Dream worriedly looked up at him when he noticed the sudden shaking and the overly happy look on the skeleton’s face:
-“Uhhhh, are you ok mister?“
-“Y-yeah“ Blue answered happily
Dream’s face approached further and started to analize the monster’s excited face, and It seemed to get even more excited the more Dream approached, but Blue couldnt handle It when a tiny hand started poking his face, Blue fell on his back and Dream squeaked in surprise, falling over to his back as well, but then getting up and rushing to Blue:
-“Um, uh, are you sure you’re ok?“
Blue stayed silent, little Dream approached further and poked his cheek various times, he was getting worried about the tall skeleton, but then noticed the big smile on Its face, Dream paused and looked at the smile, poking It at the process, Blue got spooked and looked up at the child poking him:
-“Huh? Uhhh...oh! Yeah im fine, dont worry Dreamy“
The child gave a small relieved sigh, and then smiled softly while lightly hitting Blue’s arm:
-“You scared me for a moment“
-“Heh, sorry“
Blue stared at Dream with a wide grin, as Dream suddenly turned around and laid down on his back above Blue like he was a matress, Blue squeaked with surprise and was about to ask what he was doing before noticing his eyes closed, Dream looked quite relaxed, and Blue didnt want to ruin that, so he watched as the child slowly fell asleep on his body, petting him gently as he did so, he doesnt know exactly what will happen from now on, but he is excited to see what the future holds.
#toddler Dream#swap sans#Ink sans#mentions of Cross#OSD#a what-if#writing#my writing#i cant believe OSD revived my urge to write
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It wasn't supposed to hurt him. Ouyang Zizhen had used the talisman before, on his sister and his sister's idiot fiance (Now he was her fiance. Before the talisman, he'd just been a shixiong who absolutely refused to confess his feelings to her). In retrospect perhaps it was unkind. A talisman that was meant to force you to confess what you were hiding from the other person? Jiujiu would have smacked him for even thinking about using it.
Jin Ling would punish himself if it would help, would do anything, to snap the talisman, or to get his stupid uncle to just say his stupid secret, because right now?
Right now, his uncle is choking on his secret, literally forcing it down by strength of will alone while Wei Wuxian flutters around desperately, trying to destroy the talisman and Hanguang Jun plays his guqin. The spiritual energy from the Lan musical technique is so heavy that Jin Ling's skin buzzes with every note, and it's even more concentrated on the three older cultivators, visible threads of it sparking over their skin.
Jiujiu still looks like he is in agony, breaths harsh and ragged, choking, his face screwed up, twisted, awful.
"Jiang Cheng please, please, just spit it out, I don't care what you still blame me for, I don't care just say it," Wei Wuxian begs, but it's no use, his uncle shakes his head no, and Jin Ling covers his own mouth to stifle a sob. He hadn't listened when Jin Ling begged, either.
It's such a simple talisman, so terribly simple a compulsion that it's not meant to be fought or broken. Powered by the strength of the secret and the spiritual energy of the person it was affixed to… Jin Ling hadn't known it was possible to even try.
"Jiang Wanyin," says Hanguang Jun. He has to say it again to get his uncle's attention. "Let me help." His uncle stares blearily for a few moments, then nods again. Abruptly, even the gasping choked off noises break off, and Jin Ling rushes closer, but he's okay. He's still okay, slumping a little and leaning onto Wei Wuxian in exhaustion, but alive.
"Wei Ying," says Hanguang Jun, and apparently that means something to his other uncle, because Wei Wuxian immediately turns his attention back to paper he'd been scribbling on, and continues.
It takes Wei Wuxian a full hour more to break the compulsion, for his uncle to collapse sideways like a broken puppet onto him, and cough up mouthfuls of blood while Wei Wuxian rubs his back. "Thank you, Hanguang Jun," says Jiujiu.
Then he looks up at Jin Ling, who is frozen in place, not sure if he should run or fall to his knees and apologize, and holds out a hand. Jin Ling throws himself forward and hugs his uncle sobbing his apologies. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry."
“Stupid,” Jiujiu says, voice hoarse, but he doesn’t let go of Jin Ling until he falls unconscious, and Wei Wuxian disentangles him from the half embrace – Jiujiu’s other arm was clutching Wei Wuxian’s robes, tightly – and lifts him into his arms.
“He’ll be okay, right?” asks Jin Ling, a bit pathetically. This was all his fault, after all.
“Jiang Cheng will be fine,” says Wei Wuxian.
When Jin Ling thinks back to this moment, he will realize that Wei Wuxian sounded oddly broken, not just tired.
*
It turns out that Jin Ling had actually ruined everything. He’d been sure that his uncles cared for one another, he’d watched the weird way they held each other at arm’s length but seemed desperate for more, and only wanted to help them out. Whatever it is they were keeping a secret couldn’t be worth it right? Wei Wuxian was back from the dead. He was, not Jin Ling’s mom or dad or anyone else. Jin Ling had only wanted them to make the most of it.
Instead, all Jin Ling does is show Wei Wuxian that Jiujiu has some giant terrible secret that he would rather tear his lips bloody trying to suppress than admit to, and Wei Wuxian seems to give up. He’s cautious around Jiujiu after that, He’s polite. And that only makes Jiujiu angrier and frostier in turn.
This is not what had happened to Ouyang Zizhen’s sister and her husband! (They’d gotten married in the spring, Jin Ling had even gone to their wedding.)
Perhaps Jin Ling should have considered what would happen if the secret was a bad one.
“Would you tell me?” asks Jin Ling. He’s treading on dangerous ground here. Jiujiu hasn’t punished him for the stunt ( “You’re a Sect Leader now, brat, you pick your own consequences,” he’d said, and Jin Ling had assigned himself a lot more make sure Jiujiu is recovering okay missions, whenever he could make the time) and he doesn’t want to remind him to.
“Of course not,” he snaps, Zidian sparking in hollow threat on his finger. At least he scowls? When Jiujiu isn’t busy being angry, he’s been strangely melancholy, recently. Jin Ling hates that, too.
*
It’s Hanguang Jun that Jin Ling approaches in the end. Oddly, he’s the one who’s angriest at him, Wei Wuxian had just waved off his apologies and asked him to introduce him to the maker of the talismans, and never mentioned it again.
“I really am sorry,” Jin Ling tells him. “I want to know how to fix it.”
Hanguang Jun is silent for a long time, and Jin Ling braces himself for dismissal, to be told he can’t, that it was his fault in the first place, he should stay away from Hanguang Jun’s husband.
“It is hard to speak when you are afraid,” Hanguang Jun observes. Which, what? Yes, of course. But why now? Jin Ling nods uncertainly. “Why should Jiang Wanyin be afraid of Wei Ying?”
Oh. Huh? “He’s not, he’s never…” Jin Ling trails off, uncertain. He’d grown up secure in the knowledge that Uncle Jiang would protect him from the evil Yiling Patriarch. That he wasn;t afraid of him. Things were apparently far more complicated than that, but Jiujiu had never been afraid of Wei Wuxian. So why wouldn’t he tell the secret. What did he think his secret would do, that hasn’t happened already? They barely even look at each other anymore! Hanguang Jun just keeps his steady gaze on Jin Ling, waiting for an answer. “Um. He was afraid… to hurt him?” asks Jin Ling.
He gets a slight nod in affirmation.
“You’d think Senior Wei would know all the awful things already,” Jin Ling says, quietly. Wei Wuxian’s life kind of sucked.
“Sometimes, it isn’t the terrible things that hurt,” says Hanguang Jun.
Jin Ling peers at him closely. “Does Hanguang Jun know my uncle’s secret?” he asks.
“No,” he says, and explains nothing further. “And Wei Ying does not.” He looks up then, over Jin Ling’s head, towards the door. “Wei Ying does not need to know, if he trusts Jiang Wanyin.”
Wei Wuxian laughs, lightly. “Who would have thought Lan Zhan would be defending Jiang Cheng some day, hm?”
“He’s right, Wei Qianbei,” Jin Ling hurries to say. “Jiujiu cares for you. He says awful things, he’ll say, ‘You’re a stupid brat, who raised you, I should break your legs’ but he doesn’t mean any of it. Except maybe the stupid part.”
Wei Wuxian laughs again, then drops a hand to Jin Ling’s head. “I know, A-Ling,” he says, the name sounding so fond when he says it. “He’s my brother, and that part of him hasn’t changed.”
“He hasn’t changed,” says Jin Ling, fiercely. Jiujiu is the only constant in Jin Ling’s life, he wouldn’t just become something else.
“He has though,” says Wei Wuxian softly. “He’s all grown up, now. The last time I saw him, he was little older than you. And look at him now, keeping secrets from his shixiong.”
“I don’t believe he ever called you that,” says Jin Ling, because his nose is sour and he doesn’t want to cry.
“No, no, you’re right, he didn’t,” says Wei Wuxian, a little more cheerfully.
*
They put themselves back together slowly. Wei Wuxian makes an effort to reach out again, far more determined this time. With some pointed nudging from Jin Ling, Jiujiu tries his best to meet him half way.
It’s not easy. There is. There is so much between them that Jin Ling will never understand, broken promises and dead family, and debts that can never be repaid.
It shouldn’t be possible, to put all of that aside and start anew. Especially not for Jiujiu, who held his grudges forever, and didn’t quite believe in second chances.
They had once been the twin prides of Yunmeng though.
They don’t care that it shouldn’t be possible.
They do it anyway.
[Inspired by this post because holy shit I love Yunmeng Pride reconciliation fics so incredibly much, but it’s not always about divulging that secret really, is it? I just wanted to write one which is definitely about that secret but also not if that makes any sense. I’m not sure if I succeeded, if I confused you I apologize.]
#jiang cheng#wei wuxian#jin ling#yunmeng shuangjie#yunmeng brothers#yunmeng shuangjie reconciliation
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Untouchable (This Love pt 8)
Bucky x reader (elemental witch)
Set during TFATWS mainly episodes 4-5
Note: Little references on You All Over Me
Previous Part: Happiness
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“I’m letting you go, Bucky.”
It felt like he watched a part of himself die as soon as those words left your lips. How could he have been so late to realize that he’s in love with you? And in the worst possible time ever; When you finally look like you’re in peace and ready to open yourself once more to the world.
“I’d really like to be friends with you again someday. Maybe as you’ve said before, I will thank you.” You genuinely smiled at him and he almost wanted to yell at you to take it back. To say that you still want to be together.
But that would be so cruel of him. So he merely returned a smile, hoping that it came off genuine.
“You go alert Sam. I’m gonna try my best to stall Ayo and the other women. Though I doubt I could buy you more than a few seconds once the eighth hour rolls around.” you grinned and turned to go find where the Dora Milaje were waiting.
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Eight hours have passed and you were now taking the Dora Milaje to where Sam, Bucky, and Zemo would be.
Only when you were outside the door, you could hear an unfamiliar man’s voice almost threatening Sam into a fight.
“He’d die before he thinks he can hurt a friend to the throne.” Ayo commented, and before you knew it, one of them have thrown their spear before the man who you now can assume as discount Captain America could even raise a fist to Sam.
You walked in beside Ayo and based on Bucky’s expression, their business with Zemo wasn’t even close to done yet.
“Even if he is a means to your end, time’s up.” Ayo declared out loud in the room. “Release him to us now.”
“Hi. John Walker. Captain America.” The man interrupted. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. This didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky however, who was mentally kicking himself because now was not the time to be reminded that he knows how those felt against his. The little taste of heaven he got.
“You were like a little sister to Steve Rogers, right?” He turned his attention to you with a cheery voice. “Happy to finally meet your new big brother?” He jested.
“Sorry. That positions been long taken over ever since the potty mouth racoon started exchanging memes with me.” you retort with a shrug, which made Sam cough to hide his chuckles, and Zemo to look at you as if that was the craziest thing he’s ever heard.
“Well, let’s uh, put down the pointy sticks and we can walk this through, huh?” Walker tried to gain control over the room’s atmosphere.
“Hey, John. Take it easy.” Sam butted in. “You might wanna fight Bucky before you tangle with the Dora Milaje. Or even worse, Y/N.”
“Yeah, I think I can take some water or rocks being thrown at me.” He smirked at you, making the side of your lip twitch.
“Careful, Walker, I’m almost twitching to blend that bloodstream of yours. I can control you like a puppet and I wouldn’t even have to move an inch from where I’m standing.” You smiled at him almost eerily, and Bucky was sporting a proud look on his face.
But of course, you weren’t gonna do it. You’ve long vowed to put puppeting the living off the table unless it was a life and death situation.
Walker gulped before turning once again to Ayo. “The Dora Milaje don’t have jurisdiction here.”
“The Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be.” You could almost see steam coming out of Ayo’s ears as she spoke. She could also feel that something didn’t feel right with this man.
Looking at his companion, you could see that unlike Walker, he was getting nervous.
“Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot.” Walker played it off, before he layed his hand on Ayo.
Then all hell broke loose.
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Ayo literally disarmed Bucky. Both of you shared the same shocked expression.
Walker was catching his breath after they handed his ass to him, and was failing miserably to remove the spear that held the shield up on the table.
Ayo opened the doors to where Zemo had last gone into, only to find it empty.
One of the women took the spear off effortlessly and picked up the shield as Walker was now on the ground looking defeated.
“He is gone. Leave it.” Ayo told her.
Picking his Vibranium arm off the ground, Bucky was still trying to wrap his head around what just happened.
“Did you know they could do that?” Sam asked, just getting up from the floor.
“Guessing from his reaction, no.” You commented as he attached it back and tested it. “Are you alright?” you approached him. His arm worked just fine. Relief flooded him.
“Yeah. How about you? You still got cuts and bruises from Madripoor.” He reaches out and holds a side of your jaw to turn your head as if to assess the minor damages on your face, causing your breath to hitch.
This was the first time he got to touch you again after all the distancing and avoiding you’ve been doing before. He smiled at you sweetly, making you confused. Sam was also giving Bucky a questioning look.
“I think I’m gonna help them look for Zemo. You guys gonna be alright?” you stepped back away from him and turned to Sam, and he nodded before giving you a hug and told you to be safe.
You gave Bucky a smile before leaving to catch up with the Dora Milaje. As soon as you were out of earshot, Sam turned to him with a smug expression.
“Have something to share, Bucky?” He asked playfully, already having a hunch why Bucky was acting all weird.
“Sam, I’m in love with her.” He replied, still staring at the direction where you just exited.
“Yeah, I figured.” he snorted in reply. It was about damn time.
“But just when it hit me, she then says she’s letting me go. Now I’m the one caught up in her.”
“Well that’s some angsty shit right there, man. Let’s grab something to eat first and talk about how your cyborg brain finally named the feelings you’ve had all this time.” Sam pats his shoulder before muttering that he was gonna need food for this discussion.
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You had an inkling that Zemo was heading to Sokovia. And it seemed that Bucky had the same though as he caught up on you and the Dora Milaje on your way there.
The moment you saw him, the dried blood on his face raised your concerns, and he was trying to hide the fact that he was enjoying your attention when you insisted on patching him up, and you were oblivious to the Dora Milaje’s teasing glances thrown his way, and even when one of them mouthed the word simps to him.
He made a mental note to look up what that means later.
I thought you’d be here sooner.” Zemo spoke as he got nearer. “Don’t worry, I’ve decided I’m not going to kill you.”
“Imagine my relief.” Bucky replied, clicking the gun on his side.
“The girl has been radicalized beyond salvation. I warned Sam, but he didn’t listen to me. He’s as stubborn as Steve Rogers before him. But you... they literally programmed you to kill. James, do what needs to be done. Karli has people everywhere, and there’s only one way to make sure she cannot continue her mission.” Zemo rationalized.
“I appreciate the advice. But we’re gonna do it our own way.”
Zemo chuckled softly. “Yeah. I was afraid you would say that.”
Raising the gun to his head, there was no once of fear in Zemo’s eyes, rather it looked like he was ready to be reunited with his family. This was further shown when he actually nodded at Bucky.
Only that nothing happened as he pulled the trigger. Instead, he raised his left fist, and as he opened it, the bullets fell off, clanking on the ground.
Just then, three of the Dora Milajes marched up behind him, ready to take him away this time.
“Ladies...” he acknowledged them before turning back to him. “I took the liberty of crossing my name in your book. I hold no grudges for what you thought you had to do.” Bucky nodded, appreciating the gesture.
“Parting words of advice...” Zemo spoke again, this time lower as he knew you might be somewhere nearer and might hear what he’s about to say next.
“Like every other dollar in our pockets, you can’t change where it’s been, James. Much the same goes for you. But Y/N... She loves you nonetheless. And if my eyes don’t deceive me, I’d say you feel the same but she’s doesn’t know that.” he smiles at him
“I’d only realized it myself recently.” He confesses, only then realizing that the three women were listening and now had their brows raised in surprise.
“Don’t be too late.” Zemo grinned in satisfaction of his confession.
“I’m gonna work on that, thank you.” He returned the smile.
“Goodbye, James.”
As you saw them lead Zemo to the ship, you took that as your cue to finally approach them. You’d witness the entire thing, except that it was all inaudible from where you’ve been standing.
“It would be prudent to make yourself scare in Wakanda for the time being, White Wolf.” You heard Ayo advise him as you were finally in earshot’s way.
“Fair enough.” he replies in understanding.
Ayo nodded at you as you came closer to where they were, and she shot you a teasing wink, confusing you while Bucky cleared his throat in embarrassment.
“We’ll wait for you in the ship.” she told you.
“I didn’t know you could be so theatrical, Bucky.” You grinned teasingly at him.
“Had to give you a little inkling to what was happening since you were so far away.” He gave you a boyish smile.
“You’re gonna pick those up later, right?” you gestured at the bullets still on the ground.
“Yeah, just after all of you are gone. Don’t wanna ruin the magic of that scene.” He replied scratching the back of his head, making you laugh.
"You’re going back to Wakanda with them?” Because if you are, then the universe was definitely punishing him since he can’t really go there right now as he pleases.
“Yeah, I’m long overdue for a visit.” You answered. “Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything to them. You’d be in their good graces again in no time.” you assured.
As you spoke, the sun was just starting to set behind you, creating a golden outline of you. The sight was making his heart pound. To him you were burning brighter than the sun.
Yep, the universe is definitely fucking me. He thought to himself.
And as you stepped closer, he felt like he was coming undone when you hesitantly pulled him in for a small hug.
“Take care of yourself, James.” you whispered.
James. She called me James. Heat was rising up in him.
Breaking off from the hug, you were blushing. “It’s alright if I call you that too, right? I mean I know I said that’s what I called 1940s you when we were testing the time portal, but it’s still you, you know, and-”
“You can call me whatever you want, sweetheart.” He cut off your rambling, smiling at you. “Just not Barnes again.” He added.
“Why?”
“Well, you were mad at me the whole time you did so.”
“Okay, dipshit.”
“Y/N.” he feigned offense.
You laughed at his expense. “I’ll let either one of you know if I’m back in New Asgard.”
“We’ll have a lot of catching up to do by then.” He smiled, and you turned to head to the ship where unbeknownst to you, the women and Zemo have been watching the two of you interacting.
“Hey Y/N?” Bucky called out to you at the last second.
“Yeah?”
He was contemplating whether he’d just tell you right then and there about his feelings. It was starting to eat him up, but then he shook it off, knowing that he and Sam still had a mission to finish first.
“I... I may have another favor to ask Wakanda.”
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When he got to Sam’s hometown, he saw that there was a community of people helping repair a boat. It reminded him of his time working with in the docs.
He’s now offered his services to help Sam repair their family boat. He’s also met his sister Sara, nad he was surprised that when he made an attempt to be charming, it actually kind of worked.
They were now enjoying a drink together after a day’s worth of fixing.
“Talked to Y/N, yet?” Sam asked him, taking a swing of the bottle.
“She’s a lot more friendly to me now which is both a good and bad sign for me. But I haven’t told her yet. Not really a good time.” he answered in dep thought.
“You know before we got ourselves tangled into this mess, like way before Walker happened and you decided to show up, we were in constant communication.” Sam shared.
“Yeah?” he failed to hide the jealousy in his voice, causing Sam to crack up.
“Don’t get your metal panties in a twist, man. We were mostly talking about you." he clarified. “She knew you didn’t want to see her - which I beg to differ by the way – but she was somehow hoping you would at least be talking to me.”
“I’m sorry for ignoring your calls and text.” He says to Sam, which the man assured him was fine. “There were instances at night where I couldn’t sleep and my thoughts would be plagued with her. That I wish I hadn’t been so rash with making the decision to be alone and leave her the way I did.” this was the first time he talked about it to someone. His own therapist didn’t know a thing about it.
“Let me ask you something. Where do you want to stand in her life after all of this is over?” Sam knew this wasn’t what co-workers would be talking about but he knew that this was for the good of you both.
“I want to spend the rest of my years making it up to her. To let her know that while it took me long to realize it, we were actually always in the same page.” He found himself replying with no hesitation. Sam was satisfied with this answer.
“And how are you gonna convince her to give you a chance?”
He shrugged. He didn’t know just yet.
“Tell you what. The younger people around here know their stuff when it comes to matters of the heart. I’ll have them make a manuscript you could read, or a video tutorial.” He chuckles. He had no idea Sam was being serious.
“Well...” Bucky got up and clinked their bottles together. “Gotta catch my flight tomorrow. Get a hotel for the night. Crash, you know?”
“You’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?” Sam grinned, shaking his head.
“Well I don’t wanna make it weird for your family.” He shrugged.
“Just stay here. The people in this town are the most welcoming people in the world. They don’t care if you wear small T-shirts, or if you have six toes, or if your mom’s your aunt, or that I work with a reformed cyborg that’s in love with a witch that’s practically an avatar, who apparently single-handedly secured her adoptive father’s kingdom’s economy-” Bucky chuckled at Sam’s ramblings.
“Okay, I get it. I mean, you know, the people are nice.” he concedes.
“But don’t displace your feelings for Y/n by flirting with my sister.” Sam pointed at him. “Cause if you do, I’ll have Carlos cut you up, feed half of you to the fish, and send the other half to New Asgard so they could to feed you to their fish.”
“Okay.”
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He was gazing up at the stars, feeling the soft grass underneath his lying figure. The comfort and peace it gave him was almost nostalgic.
“How is it possible that this place also has the best set of stars for us to look at?” A voice spoke next to him. Turning his head to where it came from, his heart fluttered as he welcomed the sight of you lying next to him, looking up the sky with such wander in your eyes.
He recognizes this scenario. He had just woken up once again from a nightmare, and couldn’t fall back asleep despite your presence. So, you proposed you’d both get some fresh air and just lay out on the field while the rest of Wakanda was fast asleep.
At first he was hesitant, not wanting to keep you up any longer, but you insisted that you haven’t been able to sleep a wink before he woke up from his nightmare. That’s how he groggily got up and took the hand you offered up to him as you lead him out of your shared hut, and into the wide field before you.
“Ayo said you’re having progress.” you turned your head to look at him. This time, he was the one stuck looking up the sky. He merely let out a small grunt as a response.
“I’m proud of you, Buck.” He could almost hear the smile from your tone. The genuineness of it all made the side of his lip twitch.
Getting up halfway to face him, you were supporting yourself up with your elbow. “We could celebrate if you want.” you suggested.
“I’m not even fully recovered yet.” he replied.
“So? Every milestone to recovery should be celebrated.” you shrugged. “C’mon old man, it doesn’t have to be grand. Any piece of treat you have in mind?”
“I’ve been meaning to try sushi.” He muttered shyly.
“Consider it done.” you beamed at him, laying back down.
There it was again. The tingly feeling he had in his stomach, which only ever occurred every time you were near. Maybe this was the feeling of gratitude. You’ve never been less than nice to him.
Yeah, that explains it. He thinks to himself.
“Why are you so fine with spending your days here anyway? Don’t you have someone waiting on you out of Wakanda? Steve said you’re more social than him.” He found himself asking.
Still looking up, you were sporting a gentle smile on your face. “I spent a great deal reading up classic romance novels when I was just learning the Midgardian ways. And I’m still in love with the whole chivalry, slow-burn romance thing. Imagine my disappointment when the first civilian man I found inherently cute outright asked me if he could have some in the bathroom.” you pursed your lips, making Bucky crack a soft laugh.
“My ma would’ve had my head if I ever said that to a lady.” he replied smiling, his eye crinkling at the thought. “...is that why you said you find me incredibly attractive?” he found himself asking, surprising both of you.
Even underneath the stars, he could see the heat rising up your cheeks. “Oh, you remember that?” you chuckled awkwardly.
“It’s not every day a girl would say that to the world’s deadliest assassin whose just been accused of a bombing incident.” he was mentally kicking himself for even opening up the topic.
“It’s Steve’s fault. He wouldn’t shut up about how charming and a gentleman you are. And it didn’t help that you’re annoyingly handsome.”
He shifted in his position. “Bet you’re disappointed now.” he said in a low voice.
“Not really.” you argued. “If anything, you’ve added the words hot and strong to the list.” you teased, poking him on the arm. He shook his head at how casual you were being.
“Sooner or later Buck, it won’t be just me crushing on you. Maybe you’d even find yourself falling for a civilian.” There was a hint of sadness behind your smiling eyes. Everybody in the kingdom knew of her allegedly having a crush on you, curtesy of Steve’s blabbering mouth, but this was the first time she actually admitted it.
He didn’t say it, but the thought of what you just said didn’t appeal to him. It felt almost wrong to imagine himself casually being open and carefree with someone else.
Carefree. This was what your conversation now felt like. You managed to somehow make him talk, far from his usual quiet and grunting self during daytime.
He opened his mouth trying to think if a reply when you cut him off.
“Don’t respond to that. You’ve already managed to make my drowsy self, confess having a crush on you.” he turned his head to look your way again, only to find that you now had your eyes closed, a small smile playing on your lips.
Letting you finally get some sleep; he turned his attention back to the sky.
And it's like the million little stars above him were spelling out your name.
Just then he wakes up from the dream, as the little whispers by the doorway caught his attention. Sam’s nephews were playing with the shield.
“Hey!” he raised his hand to greet them while still lying down on the couch.
“Put it back.” one of them said to the other. “Hurry, hurry.” and they both took off.
Alone once more, his thought went back to the dream of a memory he had with you.
He found himself smiling.
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Y/N: Thanks for all the love! We're one chapter away. I'm just waiting for the last episode (brb crying) to decided where we go from here.
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young one | 23
Jungkook sat on the couch staring at his phone that’s on the coffee table, for almost thirty minutes, debating whether or not he should call you right now.
What if you were busy?
What if you were in the middle of an exam?
Out with your parents?
Having fun with Sian?
He didn’t want to bother or disturb you.
But what if you were waiting for his call?
Jungkook tilts his head to the side, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try. As he leans forward to grab his phone, he hears a knock.
“Jungkookah!” He hears as he walks towards the door. Turning the knob open, his four friends walk in without a single word from Jungkook. He sighs.
“What’s with the sad face,” Donghyun asks Jungkook. “We brought drinks and fried chicken.” They put everything on the coffee table, covering everything he had on top. His phone and a little box.
“I’m just not in the mood for it today,” Jungkook tells them, grabbing his stuff from the table.
“Again? Wait. Is that--?” Yuri stares at the box Jungkook had in his hand along with his phone. Without hesitation she grabs the small box and plops down on the couch. Jungkook lets out a big sigh, sitting by her as she opens the small box.
“An engagement ring?” Sungjae asks, sitting in front of Yuri.
“It’s pretty,” she says. “Guessing she said no? Is that the reason why she left?” Yuri says taking the ring out of the box. She’s about to try it on when Jungkook snatches it back from her.
“Rude,” she laughs out. Jungkook scoffs.
“Says the one who took it from me first. Don’t put it on, it’s not for you,” he says, annoyed. Yuri looked at him unamused.
“Why did she leave anyways?” Minhyuk asks, mouth full of food.
“We’re both on different paths. She was always busy with work and school so she barely had any time for any one. Her mom suggested they stay with her for the meantime so she can focus on her education.”
“So she doesn’t work anymore?” Donghyun asks. Jungkook shakes his head no.
“Wait why couldn’t you go with them?” Minhyuk asks next.
“Umm..” Jungkook tilts his head to the side. “Uh, she thought it’d be good for us to go on a break. While we figure out our life separately.”
“That’s good, you get another chance in life,” Sungjae laughs.
“Yeah. She ended his life right when we graduated college, no?” Donghyun adds in, looking at Sungjae.
“What?” Jungkook says, shocked. “Ended? That’s right when my life started, what do you mean?”
“You barely had any time to figure out what you wanted to do and when the whole Yn baby thing happened, you had no choice but to pick that path in life,” Donghyun explains.
“But I like how my life is now,” Jungkook says, confused at what his friends were trying to say.
“Then why are you so mopey?” Yuri says, rolling her eyes. “You were always so fun whenever we hung out.”
“Because both the best people in my life are gone?” Jungkook says as if it wasn’t obvious enough.
“You have us now,” Yuri tells him, putting her hand on his knee. Jungkook quickly pushed her hand off.
“In the past, Yn took you from us.”
“I guess we came back at the right time to get you back on a life that fits you,” Donghyun says, following after Minhyuk.
“We five started together, we’re ending together,” Sungjae says, lifting up his drink.
“Maybe if Yn wasn’t too selfish and greedy, we could’ve been friends,” Minhyuk says, making Yuri laugh.
“No way! I don’t think we’d get along. I never really liked her,” Yuri says, grabbing her drink from the table.
Jungkook tilts his head to the side, “that’s something you both have in common.”
“She didn’t like herself either? HA. Selfish, greedy, insecure,” Donghyun listed out. “Why did you ever like her?”
“She’s far from any of those. Maybe if you were a little nicer and gave her a chance, you’d like her too,” Jungkook tells him. “I’m starting to see why she doesn’t like me hanging out with you guys,” he says quietly.
“What?!” Minhyuk says out of shock. He laughs a bit, “She really hates it when you have any fun. Nothing’s changed.”
“Yeah I think it’s a good idea you two took a break. You can’t have her controlling your life. She doesn’t know what’s good for you, you’re your own person. She can’t tell you who you can and can’t be friends with. A break will be good for you,” Yuri speaks.
“My own girlfriend for over six years doesn’t know what’s good for me, but the lady I hit with my shopping cart suddenly does?” Jungkook says, laughing. Yuri looks at him surprised.
“I knew you before she did!” She argues.
“Jungkook, just take this as a sign that the world is giving you another shot in life. Don’t let it go. You have a choice this time, pick the right one,” Sungjae tells him.
Before Jungkook can speak up, he hears a knock on the door. He gets up without a word and walks to the front door.
“Hyung...s,” he says, surprised when all six of his older brothers stood outside his door.
“How are you holding up buddy? We finally were all free at the same time,” Hoseok says sheepishly, holding a plastic bag filled with ice cream. “So we wanted to check up on you.”
“Would you be down for a guys night?” Jin says, holding Haneul in one arm. “Haneul wanted to see you too, so I brought him with me.” Haneul smiles at his uncle Kookie and waves his little hand.
“Mingyu wouldn’t stop screaming when I was leaving, so…” Jimin says, pointing to the cheeky baby on his chest. “Brought him too.” Jungkook finally breaks into a smile when he takes in all of his hyung’s faces and also his nephews.
“I’m down, co--”
“Jungkook who’s at the door?” Yuri yells from behind him. All the boys’ eyes grew wide as they heard a girl’s voice coming from inside.
“My friends!” Jungkook yells back at her.
“The babysitters?” Donghyun answers back with a laugh.
Jungkook looks at his hyungs with a tired look. “I didn’t invite them over, they just came.”
“Like us?” Taehyung says with a smile.
“Yeah, but you guys aren’t getting on my nerves so it’s okay. Come in,” Jungkook says, walking away from the door.
-
It was rather awkward. Jungkook has never expected this to happen. You and Sian gone and his two separate groups of friends gathered around him in his living room.
“Why is that staring at me?” Yuri says, scratching her head and pointing to Haneul.
“T-that?” Jin stammers, looking around at his friends. “What are you saying about my kid?”
“I’m saying tell him to stop staring, that’s rude,” Yuri answers.
“You’re one to say what’s rude or not,” Jungkook mumbles.
“I can’t help it that my kid likes to stare at strange looking things,” Jin tells her. Yuri gasps and the maknae line tries to hold in their laugh.
“So are we just going to sit here and stare at each other or what,” Yoongi says, scanning his eyes over Jungkook’s friends.
“I mean we were all hanging out and doing fine but you all decide to show up unannounced,” Sungjae says.
“I heard you four did the same,” Jimin says.
“Yeah but we’re Jungkook’s friends,” Yuri answers. “He likes it when we’re over.”
“And we’re Jungkook’s family, he likes it when we’re over,” Jin tells her.
“Oh, you guys are the ones who act like Jungkook’s dads right? The ones that tell him what to do and who to be friends with…” Minhyuk says, “I heard you guys don’t like us either--”
“We don’t.” Taehyung tells him without expression.
“Is that why you came,” Donghyun says.
“No, we came for Jungkook,” Namjoon finally speaks. “If you guys are his friends you know what he’s going through.”
“Which is why we came and celebrated,” Sungjae says, slapping a hand to Jungkook’s back.
“Celebrated? What’s there to celebrate,” Hoseok laughs.
“Yn and her kid finally leaving and giving Jungkook his old life back,” Yuri says.
“Giving Jungkook his old life back?” Taehyung asks, confused.
“When we were in college, that was the best time of our life,” Minhyuk explains. “It was just us five. But then Yn came and our friendship started to falter. It was fine at first--”
“No it wasn’t. Ever since Yn came it got so boring,” Yuri says.
“Well Yn would come with us to parties, but she’d get drunk too fast and had to go home before the party started started. You know? Or she’d ask Jungkook to stay at the dorms with her or study with her instead and so Jungkook started hanging with us less and less,” Minhyuk continues.
“Eventually, Yn did start having fun at parties with Jungkook but they often go off on their own rather than actually be with us four,” Dongyun adds.
“Then she got knocked up and they stopped hanging out with us completely,” Sungjae says. “Jungkook really had no choice.”
“I beg to differ,” Jin says. “It was Jungkook’s choice to stay or leave Yn and he chose his life now. He never regretted any of it either.”
“How would you know, you weren’t there,” Yuri argues.
“I wasn’t there?” Jin says, looking at her with a smile. “Yah. Who do you think helped out with Yn and Jungkook’s starting family?”
“Hyung was the first one to have a kid out of us so he knew what to do and everything. He helped me and Yn from the beginning,” Jungkook speaks up, after hearing what everyone had to say. “And he’s right, I chose to stay with Yn. She never told me to stop hanging out with you guys back then and she still hasn’t now.”
“I believe you four are just holding a, what, seven? year long grudge that you have over Yn.” Namjoon says, looking over Jungkook’s friends. “You believe that she took Jungkook away from you four because you were friends with him first but he chose Yn over you four. You can’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that Jungkook likes-- loves-- Yn more than the four of you and you like Jungkook way too much to put the blame on him. But really, none of it is his fault. He’s his own person, he can choose who to like, who not to like and who to leave and who to stay with. No one can make him choose. If someone does force him to choose someone else, then he would be living in regret right now. Do you understand?”
“Are your little brains comprehending this?” Yoongi says, staring at them with a straight face. The four’s eyes shift from Namjoon to Yoongi quitely.
“Are you understanding what uncle Namjoon is saying?” Jin asks, looking down at Haneul who’s sitting on his lap. Haneul nods his head, even if he really doesn’t know what’s going on. “Yaaaah~” Jin lets out a proud noise. “Even my son has a bigger brain than you,” he says, pointing at Yuri. She scoffs at him.
“So for example,” Namjoon says, continuing, “if Yn told Jungkook to choose her over you four, and Jungkook didn’t want that, he’d be living in regret right now. But he’s not. Jungkook chose what he wanted, so he’s content with the life that he has now.”
“Content? When we first came here he looked so upset--”
“Because Yn and Sian aren’t here,” Taehyung says. “The two people that made him the happiest are gone.”
“What’s Haneul minus happy?” Jin says, looking at Haneul once again.
“Sad!” Haneul yells, making a sad face. Jin looks at the four with an expression that said ‘what’d I say??’
“So what are you all trying to say,” Yuri asks, tired of the six boys.
“We’re saying you four are selfish for thinking of yourself rather than Jungkook. You call yourselves his “friends” yet disregard his feelings. When the blame is put on you, you throw it at someone else that has no part or fault in the situation. You four are adults now, yet continue to act immature. You can’t go back to the past, it’s the past for a reason. Jungkook was fine before you got here. Having other friends is okay but you can’t come in here and start controlling his life as if you were a part of it in the first place. You were his past yet you act like you’re his present and future. You step into his life and judge every part of it. You don’t bother to understand what Yn is going through or give Sian a chance. He’s a really sweet boy and Yn is one of the most selfless people I know. Yet you judge her for something your mind made up years ago. They aren’t the bad guys here. They didn’t ruin Jungkook’s life. If they did, I don’t think their relationship would have reached this far. So stop saying Jungkook had no choice. He chose to be with Yn, he chose to stay with her when she got pregnant, and he chose to live his life with the two. You four have no business coming in and taking him away as if you know what he wants. Jungkook’s a really nice kid and he sees you four as his old friends. You’re lucky that he’s able to see past all of your flaws and accept all of you as his friends but I think your true colors are finally appearing to him. None of you deserve to have Jungkook as your friend if you can’t accept the life he’s living right now and the people in it.” Namjoon says. Everyone was quiet. Namjoon looks at Jungkook and the young one mouths a ‘thank you’ to him as if he said everything he felt the past hour that he couldn’t put into words.
“And I think I’m speaking for Jungkook, and everyone else here when I say this,” Namjoon continues, “but please get out.”
The four silently turn to Jungkook who nods his head. Yuri was the first to get up, rolling her eyes as she walked to the front door. The three followed silently.
“So they know how to shut their mouths,” Hoseok says with a small laugh.
“Namjoon hyung was so good,” Jimin says, with wide eyes. “Right Gyu? Uncle Joonie is so cool, no?”
After the four were out of their sight, Namjoon looks over at Jungkook and the young one sighs out of relief.
“Hyuuuungg,” he whined, walking over to Namjoon and sitting on his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing his cheek to Namjoon’s forehead.
“Hyung, thank you,” he says, hugging Namjoon tightly. Joon pats his little brother’s back.
“You’re too nice sometimes you know. And color blind,” Namjoon says, pulling away from Jungkook slightly and tilting his head up to look him in the eye. “When you see the red flags, drop them.”
“I told you you’re oblivious,” Yoongi says, pointing at Jungkook. “Your so called friends are so rude and you let them walk all over you.”
“They act like it’s their world and we’re just living in it,” Taehyung says with a smirk. “When really… I’m the main character here.” Jimin and Hoseok look at him as if he was stupid.
“I thought I was the main character,” Jungkook says, pointing at himself, pouting.
“You are,” Jin says, looking at him. “For now.”
“Ugh, whatever,” Jungkook says, “give me him.” He gestures for Jin to pass Haneul to him and Jin does so. Namjoon groans at the added weight.
“Hand over Gyu Gyu as well,” Jungkook says, reaching his arms towards Jimin. Namjoon’s eyes widens and Jimin laughs as he walks over to the three, adding Mingyu on top.
“Yah-yah y-yah Jungkook,” Namjoon says as Jungkook bounces the two on his lap. He holds the two of them to his chest and leans into Namjoon’s chest.
“I wanna stay like this until my babies come back,” Jungkook says.
“I- I don’t,” Namjoon says, struggling to breathe.
“Okay well what are we going to do about this,” Taehyung says, looking at all the food on the coffee table. “They really just leave their trash behind.”
“Are we going to eat it?” Hoseok asks, opening one of the boxes.
“I refuse to eat anything those demons touched,” Jin says, taking out his phone. “I’ll order. What do you guys want?”
“Mommy,” Mingyu says. Jungkook frowned.
“Me too,” he says, looking over at Jin who just looked at them with a blank expression.
“Well that’s not on the menu.”
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2022.04.17 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324759338496688580
I’ll really only stream for a short while this time~
LYN: Hallo everybody, good evening. I’m Modern Brother’ Liu Yuning. Welcome~
Comment: I thought you wouldn’t be coming today.
LYN: Did we make a date out of it? I didn’t SAY I would be streaming today. I just picked a random day.
Comment: You changed the mic out.
LYN: I did, yes. We’re going to upgrade where we can, remember?
LYN: The other one wasn’t bad- it was enough for me to stream with. But these past few years I’ve... sung my fair amount of OSTs. I’ve been in Hengdian shooting for the drama lately but I went to record a song and the composer asked me what type of mic I used, and told me that a different one might suit me better. But stuck in Hengdian as I am, I only have what’s available to me. He told me to hang in there, and perhaps when I went back to Beijing I could record on a better mic. But I thought about it, and I’m going to be in Hengdian for a while longer, so I thought I’d get more professional and every time I need to go record a song I’ll bring my own mic. So I bought one online. The next time I need to record for a song I’ll bring my own mic to look more professional. I may sing just averagely but at least I’ll look professional.
LYN: I just wanted to test this mic today, to see if I can use it during my streams. Earlier someone asked me if this was a magnifying glass. What am I going to look at with a magnifying glass in front of my face? You? I’ll look through the screen and see right through to you??
Comment: I thought it was a fish tank light.
LYN: You must raise fish at your house. Is that right?
Comment: You look cooler when you’re holding the mic.
LYN: I won’t (hold it).
Comment: This mic makes your voice more magnetic.
LYN: That’s right. /makes the grudge sound/
Comment: Scared me to death.
LYN: Don’t they all say that men who make this “bubble” sound are more MANLY?
LYN: So, I bought my own mic and I can use it during my streams, too. Otherwise it would be a waste. At least in Hengdian- back in Beijing I won’t need it, all the studios have their own and I’m unwilling to bring mine. But while I’m in Hengdian I’ll use it for my recordings and during my streams. :)
Comment: I’m not used to seeing you NOT holding a mic.
LYN: If that’s the case, here- I’ll just hold it.
- doesn’t want people to be tricked, so says again that anything that advertises “making money doing voice-acting” is a scam
LYN: I’ve been in Hengdian doing the voice-acting for Zi Chuan. While I’m doing so there’s also a sound director and other voice actors there, so I asked them about it. How’s the voice-acting industry doing? They said that in the past few years there HAS been lesser work, but for the veterans in the business there’s still a lot of work they can do. So I asked them, if there are less dramas, then how do they make an income? Other than dramas, there are also dongman, and audio-books.
LYN: What I’m trying to get at is that even the veterans have a hard time finding work, do you think they’re going to pay to let an amateur come and do voice-acting?? Think about it.
- explains the scamming process: first they want you to pay for classes, then they’ll want you to buy all the proper equipment, and in the end you’re left with expenses but no work
LYN: This mic was pre-ordered but is made abroad, and because of the pandemic they said that it would take at least 6 months to get here. One of my friends owns a studio so I asked them to order it for me, and they said I wouldn’t even get it in a year. So I bought this one online... second-hand.
Comment: It could be fake.
LYN: It’s possible.
Comment: You only know second-hand goods.
LYN: What do you mean?? You think I’m not good enough for new goods? Don’t mess with me. This secondhand product is more expensive than buying the new one. [..] When I was asking about this product, and asked about the price I found out it was more expensive than a new one. It’s like buying a car, driving it around for four years, then selling it for more than you bought it for. I asked the seller why it was so expensive, and they said because you can’t get it anywhere in the country right now. :) If I didn’t take it, there would be a long line of people waiting. So I thought about it... and bought it.
- Wanted to buy a projector so that he could project cartoons or a picture on the wall behind him so the viewers could look at it; bought (an expensive) one to test it out, but though it looks good in person, it doesn’t show very well on his stream. So he wanted to return it, but it’s passed the return policy date and he wasn’t able to. Looked online and found out it’s going for 3kRMB more than he bought it for. “Good thing the seller didn’t let me return it!” XD
LYN: It’s fine- I’ll set it up in the house and watch movies or something. I don’t WANT to return it anymore. I’ll wait for it’s price to go up even more! (jokingly)
Comment: Was the cameo fun?
LYN: I went to cameo in Le You Yuan- it was quite fun. Someone asked, “Ning-ge went to cameo? He’s not SERIOUSLY planning on doing a cameo for every drama in Hengdian, is he?? I thought only 20% of what he says during his streams could be tru sted.” Because I said before I would spend half a year cameo-ing in every drama filming in Hengdian right now. Then, in 2023, I’ll have 40+ works out. You’ll see me the whole year, and not even have to wait anymore.
LYN: I won’t go to just ANY drama- It still depends on what relationship I have with the crew. Who do I think I am?? Can you guys treasure me a little bit more?
Comment: Not every crew would want you, either.
LYN: ?! Those words are a little hurtful. You don’t even think anyone would want me to cameo?
- promotes Qi-ge’s new movie, Man on the Edge
- baffled by the fact that even produce can be pre-ordered now (bc he bought some lychees that’ll arrive in June)
Comment: Lychees will make you 上火 (shànghuǒ).
LYN: When I look at you I get 上火, but I’m still looking aren’t I? There are too many things that’ll do it to you. A lychee’s not going to do me in.
Comment: You bought your fruit for too high of a price.
LYN: What day and age are we living in? There was a time when I was little, you’d have to go hang out at the school for a period of time before summer break- I forget what it’s called. 护校 (hù xiào)! That’s it. I remember very clearly, it was during the break- there was a person who sold watermelons by the school entrance. It was 4RMB/1kg. So in my mind the price of a watermelon stopped at 4RMB/1kg. Now, I rarely go out to the market to buy anything. If I want to eat something my family or staff will buy it. But I wrapped up with work a couple days ago and went to a fruit market There was a watermelon about this big /gestures/- it came out to 98RMB. I was shocked- watermelons are so expensive now??
LYN: I don’t really eat fruits, but since I was there, I saw a box of cherries- about the size of this iPhone, a little bigger. They were white cherries- I don’t know what they’re called- but I thought I would buy a box to eat. It was a pretty small box- 300+RMB! If there were 30 cherries in that box, each one would be 10RMB!! The shop owner said they were seasonal and if I didn’t get them then I wouldn’t have the chance to try them. I resolved myself. I wouldn’t get the watermelon. I wanted to find out JUST HOW GOOD those cherries were.
LYN: I rarely go to the market, but I just thought those fruits were perversely expensive.
Comment: Were they good though?
LYN: They really were. A 10RMB cherry- even if it DIDN’T taste that good, it would still be the best thing you ever ate. But it really was good.
Comment: What did they taste like?
LYN: Tasted like a cherry.
Comment: You changed you mic. This one won’t break, right?
LYN: Are you trying to curse me? I bought this new- how could it break?
- promotes the variety show “Chinese Wedding: My Daughter is Getting Married”, the same maker of Chinese Restaurant
Comment: You went?
LYN: No, but I sent a flower basket.
LYN: I heard a song the other day- it’s called “Modern Love”, and I wanted to know why they didn’t find Modern Brothers LYN to sing it for them.
Comment: Haven’t heard of it.
LYN: Let’s hear it together. We’ll test out my new mic.
LYN: Let me wear some glasses- to make me look more “modern”.
LYN: This music makes me miss my wine glass. Hold on a sec, let me go get it.
- comes back and fills his glass w/ water
LYN: Now the mood is set.
Comment: You clothes don’t match.
LYN: Should I go get a suit and tie??
LYN: Let me see, if I put a lychee in here, will it turn into a lychee drink?
- peels a lychee and plops it into his glass, takes a sip
LYN: Doesn’t taste like anything.
- His new OST for Who Rules the World just dropped “无双 (Unparalleled)”
LYN: When I got the demo for this song I really liked it- it has that gufeng and also rock elements in it. I’m sure you’ve all heard the song already. And you can check out the drama when you have the chance, too. It’s called “Who Rules the World”.
LYN: If anyone watches this drama and changes their profile pictures to YY, I’ll understand. It’s fine. I can accept it if you change your pics into my “boss”.
[t/n: “boss” bc people keep thinking LYN’s going to sign w/ YY’s agency]
LYN: I’m telling you- if you don’t keep watching my streams you’ll never know what’s going on. All of them are connected. You’ll have no idea what joke “boss” is a part of.
LYN: I think this song can really make it. :)
Comment: Talk about 共度 (Spend My Life With You) too.
LYN: 共度. Have you heard of this song, my friends? It’s hot off the currently airing “My Sassy Princess”. I’ve heard it’s very sweet.
Comment: I’ve heard enough of it.
LYN: Let me explain- this song has already been out for a while already, but the drama has only just started airing. People have been listening to it for half a year already, not that my music is annoying to listen to. Also- the person who said that, you’re so annoying. Even IF you’ve heard enough of it, don’t type that into the comments. It makes it seem like my music is something you get tired of easily. Even if you’re tired of it, you have to pretend like you’re listening to it for the first time every time you hear it.
LYN: I also sang for Glory of Special Forces, which is currently airing. So there are three dramas I’ve sung for. My fans are very busy. Usually when I sing the OSTs for a drama, my fans will always go to watch them. I may not have a lot of fans, but they sure can talk a lot (build up hype). They really will watch the drama and help me promote my music, so that a lot of other people can watch the dramas. So LYN singing OSTs is really cost-effective. :)
- going to sing Glory of Special Forces OST - 仰望晴空 (Gazing up at the Clear Sky)
LYN: Let me try it. I’m not in a very good condition- I’ve been doing voice-acting all day.
- looks up the lyrics to his own song XD
[t/n: still sounds amazing tho]
Comment: Ning-ge, you can’t pull the mic anymore.
LYN: Oh yeah, if I got to a point where I got too loud or needed to use strength I could pull the mic away, but now I can’t.
- moves his body away from the (stationary) mic instead XD
Comment: It actually sounds a bit quiet?
LYN: It’s not that it’s quiet, it’s that I’m afraid to sing too loudly. I don’t want to break this mic too, it was so expensive. ;A;
Comment: Hmph! How expensive could a telescope be??
[t/n: the fans are making fun of the look of the mic]
LYN: This isn’t a telescope, and telescopes are more expensive than this.
Comment: Now you’re speaking sound is too little.
LYN: Turn the volume up on your phone. What, are you afraid of eating your battery?
Comment: Re-connect the other mic.
LYN: It’s too complicated to switch the cords back.
Comment: “Unparalleled” is so nice!
LYN: Isn’t it? You can listen to it a few more times for me. If any of you make any videos, I hope you can use this song, too. I think it can do great. Whether it does or not is its own fate. And my fate. But I think it can become hot.
Comment: You say that every time.
LYN: !! What do you mean? You mean that I say a song will be hot every time, and every time it isn’t??
Comment: Use some reverse psychology on it.
LYN: This song sucks. No, I can’t. Because the drama is about to air. If it were my own song I could use reverse psychology, but there’s still the drama. Let’s not influence other people. I don’t dare use reverse psychology for this one. The song is nice. Listen to it more.
Comment: I feel like you’re very handsome in ALZ?
LYN: Uhm.. I’m okay. Each drama has its own requirements, and all the other actors in ALZ are very good-looking. They’re all very handsome, so if someone in there isn’t up to par, it will affect our overall visuals. So every time I went to shoot for that drama I did some beauty routines and drank coffee so that I would look less swollen and not hold the crew back. But I’m only a second male lead in that drama, so it’s more important for you guys to look at the male and female leads. I’m just there in the background, to help.
Comment: Ning-ge, I only look at second leads.
LYN: Uhm... I will also accept male lead jobs at some point... when that time comes will you stop being my fan?
Comment: I can tell that you spent the most time in hair/makeup for this drama (ALZ?).
LYN: No, I spent the most time for Floating World. Usually it’s just makeup and the wig, and that takes about 15 minutes. But for this drama I’m sitting there for 45 minutes to 1 hour. By the time I come out of it I don’t even know what happened to me.
LYN: I went to cameo in LYY- I was joking when I said I would be a beggar. I got a few scenes out of this role. But before I went I asked the jiejie what type of role it was, and she said it was very “xian” (fresh/fairylike; they both sound the same, so idk which). I asked her what number of foundation we were talking about. Now when I accept roles I don’t only look at the script, I also look at what number of foundation I’ll have to use.
LYN: She asked me what number I would like, and I said the lighter the better. She told me to rest assured- she would take care of it for me. I got to the crew and the makeup artist... she wasn’t even using foundation anymore. She used No. 1 as the base, and then took out a cream- it was like white paint for your walls. I asked her, “What- what is this?” and she replied, “It’s all been arranged- we’re to make you look paler.” I asked, “Is this okay?” and she said, “This is the world’s lightest.” Alright- I let her finish. When she was done I was so white- I almost looked blue. We adjusted it a little later, so it looked alright.
Comment: Do you have any lines with Xu Kai?
LYN: ... The two main actors of that drama are Xu Kai and Jing Tian. What else do you think I went to cameo for?? I went to act as a passerby, who has some interaction with a beggar??? What would be the meaning of that. Of course I had scenes with them (the leads).
Comment: Did you get the chance to sing the LYY OST?
LYN: Sometimes I joke around in my streams- but they are very nice, and have arranged it for me. :) I joked around in my stream that day, but my fans made a clip of it, and JT sent the clip to the producer-jiejie, and the producer-jiejie said, “Got it. We’ll take care of it.” That’s really not what I meant by saying that;;; I really did just go there to play and interact with my “idol” (JT), but they insisted, so I accepted
LYN: Please don’t think I went to cameo just because I wanted to land an OST. I’m really not that type of person. I’m usually very busy myself. I just went for my friends.
- tries to make it a business transaction between friends: as long as you introduce him to some OST work, you can take 10% of a commission fee from his payment XD
LYN: Seriously, when people introduce work to me I usually gift them something in return, but it depends on what each individual likes. Like last time, YZ came to my stream- he likes motorcycles, right ? So we went in that direction to give him something in thanks. The only thing I could think of is that sometimes it rains- so I wanted to get him some rain gear. Like for YCY... what does she like? I really don’t know. Maybe she likes... making money? In that case I’ll give her... (can’t think of anything)- in any case, you have to consider each person’s preferences.
Comment: Making money.
LYN: Everyone likes making money. How about this? I’ll give her a piggy bank.
LYN: I know this topic is over already, but BJT- people told me he likes shoes. So if I confirm that I got an OST because he asked for me, I’ll send him some shoe-cleaning solution. Something useful.
LYN: My neighbors are fighting, for real this time. This mic is so good it can even pick up the sound. See? A lot of you even typed “Just go.” before I even said anything!
LYN: Wait for me a sec. I’ll go check it out. I’ll see exactly what’s happening over there.
-- bathroom break --
LYN: They really were fighting. I had to pull them apart using the strength I’ve gained recently from lifting 2.5kg weights. I can’t explain in detail, but I did a good deed today.
- explaining his change of mic again
LYN: I’ll never let equipment interfere with my work. My camera wasn’t good, so I bought a better one. I won’t hold myself back on anything work-related; I don’t want to just muddle through. I hope you all can have this type of resolution towards your work/life as well.
- Heroes will air, probably when Who Rules the World finishes airing, bc they’re both Tencent productions; Variety show is cleared for filming in May, set to finish mid-June.
LYN: I really want to go to shoot the variety show. To me it’s not work, it’s having fun.
Comment: Do you have an OST for ALZ yet?
LYN: I don’t know. I haven’t heard anything. :(
LYN: It’s still early. It hasn’t been that long since it wrapped.
LYN: De Lin- I went to do the voice-acting for him today. Zi Chuan- there’s so much content, when we finished we had about 60 episodes worth. But it was leaked that there would be 48 episodes, so they cut it down to 48. We’ve split the 48 into two seasons of 24 episodes. I think that’s how it’ll air. Not sure.
LYN: The novel’s too big though. 48 episodes is only just half of it. If the first two seasons do well then we might get a chance to come back for a third, who knows. I hope that’s the case, though.
Comment: I hope it’s still you in the third season.
LYN: I don’t think there’s any meaning in filming a sequel without the original cast. It should be me, though. (if all goes well)
LYN: I got another OST- for Cang Lan Jue (Eternal Love/Parting of Orchid and Demon King); I don’t know if you know it. I haven’t recorded it yet, but I will in a few days. If I’m remembering correctly, it’s led by Esther Yu and Wang Hedi. There’s also going to be a dongman based on the novel- there’s a possibility I can voice one of the characters.
Comment: Will you be voicing the main character?
LYN: No, they won’t let me voice the main character... I know myself- I can’t voice male leads yet. I’ll be voicing a beggar. >.>
- Detective Plan MAY or MAY NOT be able to air on time in May. It all depends on how quickly they can get back to recording/editing. BC it’s not like they’re going to air two eps and then just- stop. We’ll have to see.
Comment: Hahaha, live broadcast.
LYN: !! You must be crazy. Then the six of us will be sitting here streaming together, holding a conference or what? How can this be live broadcast?? A live variety show, my goodness. We’ll sit here and play the Werewolf (Mafia) game?
Comment: Can you all get together for a stream?
LYN: Ah- I think there aren’t too many people like your Ning-ge, who has nothing to do but to stream all day. You know? Not very many people can be like me and not do important things. They have so much work they already can’t even finish, and you want them to come and stream too??
LYN: Also, not everyone can handle live-streaming. Everyone has their own thing. Some people might think that streaming doesn’t have a lot of meaning. They’re going to put their works first. But I like to play. I know I should do my work properly, but I also like to play. I LIKE to stream. I’m not being forced to do it. It’s just my way to relieve stress- not the bad type of stress.
LYN: /gets sentimental/ Life just gets so busy and there’s pressure all around, from work and from life. But I don’t have pressure when I stream. I can joke with my fans, I can listen to a passerby’s funny story. It’s a way for me to relax.
Comment: We’re just tools you use to vent.
LYN: You must be born in the year of the monkey. I gave you a stick and you climbed right up. I said this was a way for me to vent to be nice. You really think I have no other ways? There’s a computer right here with so many games on it!! Really... you must be a monkey.
LYN: I’ve found out that a lot of people (in the entertainment industry) watch my streams. It’s surprising, because they’re really amazing people- at least in my mind. They think it’s stress relieving or interesting. Some people will pop in to watch a little during their break time and then get back to work when they need to.
LYN: Also, word from my streams gets around fast. Wasn’t I talking about the Fox Matchmaker the other time? After I talked about it, the platform found out, then the company, then the boss. They all found out about it, and then contacted my studio. We were scared- did I say something wrong about it?? Did they think I disrespected them because I couldn’t pronounce the title correctly??
Comment: They were looking to work with you.
LYN: I found out later, CLJ is also their company’s work. The OST came for me already, so actually we’ve BEEN working together. But I really didn’t know that Fox Matchmaker was theirs too. We got to talking and they said, “It’s okay, we’re not mad. But you should sing well for CLJ.” I said, “I understand.”
Comment: Then what about the Fox Matchmaker’s OST?
LYN: I don’t know about it yet :) It’s already very early. LYY for example, hasn’t even been filming for a whole month yet and I’ve already been confirmed for the OST. Fox Matchmaker hasn’t even STARTED filming yet, and you want me to get the OST?? It’s alright. When people need me, they’ll find me.
LYN: I think whether this company finds me again or not depends on how well I do on the CLJ OST, and if we work together nicely or not. I hope it works out nicely. That’s why I bought a new mic- in the hopes that everything will go pleasantly.
Comment: Can you talk about your new drama yet?
LYN: Technically, I can- since the contract has been signed already. But I really want to know- have you heard anything online about me? Because I know you follow news about certain male or female actors- have you heard anything rumors about me? Yes? No?
LYN: No? That means no one really cares about what drama I’m in next.
LYN: /sigh/ Whatever. Maybe they can’t find the info.
Comment: Media accounts don’t dare spread nonsense about you.
Comment: (guessing his next drama) Yu Feng Xing?
LYN: No- though they did come to look for me, the timing didn’t work out. It directly conflicts with another drama. The industry is like this- for a lot of amazing actors (not including me), after their drama airs a lot of different productions will come looking for them because they fit a role in their work. They’ll contact these actors, but this doesn’t necessarily mean that they will confirm these actors as part of their cast. I’ve received a lot of contacts this way. They may not use me, but at least they thought of me.
Comment: After they contact you is there an interview?
LYN: Normally there would be. It’s not like you have to audition- because a lot of actors already have works out there that can represent their skill- but you will have to at least meet with the directors or producers. For Heroes- I just happened to be in Beijing at the time and they told me to come in to the company to meet up. ZSX was supposed to be there too, but he didn’t end up going. I went by myself. I’m not hating on him- that’s just how it worked out. We ended up all meeting separately with the production company. All dramas go through the same process.
Comment: Why are you always targeting ZSX?
LYN: I’m not~ I’m joking; You all know I’m good friends with him. Sometimes I like to mention him, but it’s all in jest.
LYN: Sometimes when we’re on set the actors will joke around with each other, too. At most there’s four or five of us, and the director will give us a heads up on when we have to shoot our scene. We’ll all head towards the scene and pick on the person who arrives last. Like, “Why are you so late? We were waiting for you for 30+ seconds.”
Comment: 30+ seconds.
LYN: That’s right. Time is money.
- also talks about sometimes actors will add in little flairs/tricks/movements during their scenes to fit their characters- like HYJ and the lighter in UN- and they’ll joke around and say it was an “Oscar-worthy” performance XD
- jokes around with the crew, too. like if the crew is setting up/adjusting the props, they’ll call it “Hollywood-level standards”
- really wants to meet someone who slacks on set, so he can have content for his stream. If he works with them for four months, he’ll have endless stories to tell, but never mention the name of the person. at least, not until the very end.
LYN: I also go online- and I see some articles criticizing actors for not saying lines, but numbers. /demonstrates/ Someones we’ll joke around on set and say a bunch of numbers when someone is rehearsing their scene. But we have to be careful about it, because there are always cameras around recording behind the scenes content. If a video like that ever gets out, no one will care that you’re joking- there’s no way you can explain it. The internet won’t care about the truth, they just care about using it as hate-material. Even if you yourself know that you’re joking, people are still going to use it against you.
- suddenly remembers a skit and starts to recite it
Comment: The lines are wrong.
LYN: This was three years ago, now.
LYN: It’s about time for the drama to air, so ZSX and YCY and I most likely- probably have to shoot some promo content. They were asking me already, “What type of style do you like?” But people who know me know that I don’t really like to take pictures. So I told them to choose, because they’re the ones who like to be pretty. I can’t pick a style, so I’ll just blend in with them. I’ll see what we end up shooting in a few days. This is the free kind- no need to buy a magazine or anything.
LYN: The caveat is- we’re not going to put any money into it. If we have to pay for something, we’re going to ask the drama production. Because a photo-shoot does cost quite some money. They can think of it as an investment for the drama. But if there’s no extra funds for this expense then I’m sorry. The very least you’ll get is pictures of the three of us taken with a cellphone.
LYN: I really don’t enjoy taking pictures, because I don’t think I look good. I’m not fishing for compliments- that’s just really what I think. When I take photos my head hurts. So in the past two years I’ve really only done one photo-shoot. Everything else is a promo pic for some event or show. I don’t normally like to take pictures. But this time- my hair is really long and I want to dye it and take some exaggerated photos, as a keepsake. A reminder of my longer hair before I cut it.
LYN: Even my studio was shocked- they asked what had gotten into me lately. Because I really don’t like to. For example, if we got to some event. You have to get up early to get your makeup done and then take some photos before the event to post. I hate those shoots. Why? Because 1. I don’t like to take pictures. I really don’t. 2. You have to get up really early. :( Sometimes my studio will try to persuade me to take photos- otherwise they’ll get yelled at by the fans for “not doing their jobs.” I asked them, “Are my fans really that spoiled? I don’t believe it. There’s no way they’re like that.”
Comment: We want to see them though.
LYN: There’s nothing to look at! Another thing is- it’s so expensive to take those photos. It’s enough for you to take wedding photos with.
Comment: Then ask you staff to snap a few pics with their phone instead.
LYN: Where’s the meaning in that?
- someone told him he’s trending, so he went to see what for.
LYN: I was thinking it would be a topic, but it’s just “LiuYuningLiveStream”- I was hoping it’d be something more like “LiuYuningSoHandsome”
- saw someone made a clip of photos of him and titled it “LYN’s Face was Made for Guzhuang-Idol Dramas”
LYN: I saw that and felt so guilty- don’t go out in public saying that, okay? If you keep complimenting me like that, you’re likely to compliment me to “death”.
LYN: I saw another one “LYN’s guzhuang looks are in the Top 10 among male celebrities.” Oh, my goodness. There are too many male celebrities, don’t put me in the top 10. Just put me in the Top 100.
LYN: I saw another one! It was hurtful but honest. Because all the photos are photo-shopped in some way, right. I saw someone say, “Hah. If LYN really looked like this, do you think he would still keep playing second leads?” // I just want to ask- are you looking down on second male leads or what??
- tells the fans to wait for him before complimenting his looks- after this drama wraps, he’ll go to Beijing and bet everything on a Thermage treatment, and we’ll see what he looks like after.
Comment: Does it hurt?
LYN: Beauty comes with a price.
- asks the chat to suggest what other beauty enhancing therapies he should try :p
LYN: Someone told me to get double eyelid surgery. I would if you all weren’t so familiar with my face already. I stream all the time. If I ever get anything done you’ll all be able to tell at a glance. My eyes are so small- if I do anything to them you can tell right away. Then later, there won’t even be a chance for you to try to cover it up for me. All because I stream too much. (there’s video evidence of his face, lol)
- also wants the fans to change the subject, bc this is just SO fascinating XD He needs to save face for the newcomers to his stream and talk about something intellectual
Comment: Ning-ge, what plans do you have on your future development?
LYN: You must be from Sina Weibo. Welcome. What are my plans for my future development? Well- It’s fine as long as I have work to do. Have you ever heard the phrase “nothing ever goes as you planned it”? My plans for now are to continue working on being an actor. It’s already enough that I even HAVE work right now.
LYN: My plans are thus: Step 1. Improve myself. Starting with the Thermage. Step 2. Improve my acting. Actually the very first step of my plan is already done- and that was buying this new mic. I wanted any OSTs I record in Hengdian to be that much better. The mic doesn’t help a lot, but I want to make improvements where I can. The Thermage is so my face can be better-looking. Then, I can do better on my dramas.
Comment: Why don’t you ever play dominating CEO types?
LYN: It’s not that I don’t want to- it’s that no one wants me to. Everyone understands me from a different perspective. Do you think anyone watching my stream right now will think I can act as a dominating CEO type?? No- all they see is a humorous Dongbei man. Do you think there’s any ounce of “domineering” here? With my happy, smiling face?
LYN: I can play the neighborhood fool.
Comment: It’s fine as long as you don’t open your mouth.
LYN: ...??
- Talking about how people would LIKE to play different types of roles; but if someone becomes known for a particular type of role, they’re going to stick to it because people already know they are suited for it. Additionally, there aren’t many opportunities for someone to TRY different roles. All other roles already have someone that suit them best.
LYN: Unless you’re a producer, and you can give yourself different types of roles.
LYN: You can’t blame actors (for sticking to one type of role); we really don’t have a lot of choice.
Comment: Bai Choufei (Heroes) and Luo Mingxi (ALZ) are very different though?
LYN: They’re different people but have similar personalities. All the roles I’ve played so far have something in common, other than Shades (UN)- he was a pretty unique existence. All the other roles I’ve played up to and including this one are like me in some way.
Comment: Cold-faced.
LYN: Yes and no. Bai Choufei isn’t.
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Comment: Ning-ge is this called “just a short while”??
LYN: How long have I been streaming for?
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LYN: Everyone has a style that suits them. I know there’s no way I can play a naive and innocent young man. Honestly, if you want me to act as someone very simple/innocent- like roles ZSX has played- naive, romantic, not knowing of the world... I can’t act as someone like that. I’d like to try, though.
LYN: Everyone has an air about them. Not good or bad. A person’s eyes show your experiences. One person’s eyes can be naive and innocent- you can tell they’ve grown up well under great conditions, and everything goes smoothly for them. Another person may have a story in their eyes- you can tell they’ve been through tough times. They’ve been bitten before and are afraid to put themselves out there. Someone’s eyes can reflect what they’ve experienced.
LYN: What is “temperament”? To me it’s this: family environment, how cultured you are, your current living conditions, and who you’ve loved. This is where “temperament” comes from.
-- bathroom break --
- it auto-played the New Years’ Song after his video clip
LYN: I’ve come to wish everyone an early New Years!
Comment: Gege, this is called “a little”?
LYN: What- it’s only been three hours, right? That’s not a lot. I normally- It’s not even three, like two and a half, right? It’s alright.
Comment: Ning-ge, when you stream you look like a fool.
LYN: ?? I’m curious- is this how you normally compliment people in your daily life? You’ve got to have classmates- I don’t know if you’re working or going to school or something else? Do you look at your classmates/colleagues and tell them they look like fools to their faces? Are they not going to slap you silly?
LYN: It’s the anonymity of the internet. I’m sure if there was a name and address behind every user id people wouldn’t arbitrarily comment like this. Do you dare? Tell me.
LYN: Why do I say stream “a little”- it’s because I’m different from other people. I was born doing live-streams. I’m a pro. My streaming and singing are on the same level. I’ve liked singing since I was small- I was in my school’s arts festival. I sang this song back then- let me play it for you. After I sang this all the girls in my school were after me. This song-
- 望乡/Wang Xiang
LYN: I’ve loved singing since I was young, and I’ve been singing for many years now. As for streaming I’ve been doing this for... 8-9 years. So I’m more specialized in this. A lot of people will wonder, “Why can’t MY idol come to stream?” It’s not that they don’t want to, they just might not be able to. I can understand- they really don’t know what they should talk about. It’s taken years of practice for me. If I just have one hour I’d rather not stream at all. Two hours is like- you and a friend go to a restaurant. The food arrives and you’ve had ONE bite, but your friend asks for the check and wants to leave. Three hours is- all the dishes have arrived and you’ve tried all of them, but you don’t have white rice. Four hours is- all the dishes are here and you’ve had about enough- you’ve cleared the hotpot empty, but you ordered two bowls of rice and a drink. If I put it this way you can compare it to how full I am.
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- fans keep asking, so he adds more hours:
+ 5 hours - you and your friend have eaten everything clean, had two bowls of rice and a drink, but then you think “how about another beer?”
+ 6 hours - after our beers, we find a ktv and continue drinking
+ 7 hours - you’ve had too much at the ktv
+ 8 hours - you’re dizzy from the ktv but you want to find a noodle shop to have a snack before you go home and sleep
+ 9 hours - the noodle shop you ask for braised beef shank and can’t take it anymore so you order MORE beer
+ 10 hours - you’ve had your beef and beer but now it’s time for a bath- Dongbei has public bathhouses- so you sit in 45° water and soak (LYN: But after you’ve a had a drink, try not to sit for a bath because your blood vessels can’t handle it.)
+ 11 hours - you’ve had your bath and gone upstairs for a foot massage, cupping, and gua shua. A joyful feeling.
+ 12 hours - after the cupping, you’re hungry again so you go to the cafeteria and order another bowl of noodles. because you can get hungry after a bath.
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Comment: After 12 hours call the ambulance.
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Comment: What about 13 hours?
LYN: You just came here to ask how a young man spends the 24 hours of his daily life, didn’t you?
Comment: I don’t understand Dongbei culture.
LYN: It’s not about understanding it or not, and it’s also not like I go out and hang out. It’s just because I’ve done a lot of different jobs. Why did I mention a hotpot shop earlier? Because I used to be a waiter at one. Why did I mention the noodle shop? Because after my shift at the hotpot place I’d go to the noodle shop to eat. Why did I mention the bathhouse? Because I’ve also worked in one. I know the ins-and-outs of the business very well.
Comment: Unfortunately I never saw you.
LYN: You wanted me to wait on you in the bathhouse?? Or you wanted to go to a hotpot shop and have me serve you?
Comment: Did you scrub people’s backs for them?
LYN: You all know that I know HOW to. But I actually never did, because I don’t have the stamina. I figure if I ever did I’d have passed out by the end of it.
Comment: Ning-ge has had a lot of grievous experiences.
LYN: What’s grievous about them? They were all there so I could make a living for myself. When I worked in the hotpot place I could make 4000+RMB in a month. That’s a lot better than what people are getting paid nowadays.
- /explains how most of the income comes from selling alcohol to big spenders/
LYN: I’ve done all sorts of jobs before. It just gave me the opportunity to observe people.
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Comment: Ning-ge, if you weren’t in charge of scrubbing backs, were you in charge of the foot massage?
LYN: What’s up? If I were, do you regret not having come to my workplace and asking me to massage your feet for you? Someone earlier said they regret not knowing me sooner. Did you want me to wait on you at the restaurant and introduce the menu to you?
LYN: “Our lamb is very fresh today. We just got in a shipment of Wagyu beef. Let me tell you- this cow only eats the freshest greens, drinks beer, and listens to music.” Customers will then ask you, “How is it good?” And you can say, “It’s good because it’s expensive. 52RMB for a plate of four pieces.” -- D-Do you think I’m joking?? This is a real thing!
[t/n: he forgot about the daily massages (for the cows) XD]
LYN: Go look it up. A cow. Drinks beer. Listens to music. Gets eaten by people in the end. I don’t know why but its meat is very good, very tender. All the music it listens to is Modern Brothers’ Liu Yuning’s. :p When they really have nothing to do they play my streams for it.
LYN: A lot of people have fun when they’re watching my streams. Even if you don’t find it very meaningful, it’s still stress relieving. How about this- if you have a cat or dog at home, drag them over to watch my streams. Their personalities will turn for the better. Really! If they’re subjected to a happy attitude they’ll be happy too. Grab your cat or dog right now.
LYN: I’m not satisfied with just people watching my streams, now I have to get your pets too.
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Comment: Ning-ge, when you retire you can open a hotpot shop.
LYN: Why would I retire??
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Comment: I’ll drag my kid over to watch your stream.
LYN: That’s not necessary. Let your kids watch Ultraman or whatever. If they watch my stream they might not even understand what I’m talking about. A lot of adults can’t even understand.
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- about the opening a hotpot place thing- don’t think he hasn’t thought of it before. when he was in cooking school he had a friend whose family owned a restaurant, so he went to work there in Shenzhen, and practically didn’t leave the city until he auditioned for Super Boy. he went to Beijing and encountered Hai Di Lao for the first time, then wanted to bring the hotpot back to Dandong. he started researching the tools/equipment he’d need, but it’s so expensive. so he stopped that endeavor. XD he started streaming and making some money and then wanted to try opening a music cafe (with AZ & DF), but then he got famous before they could even start.
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Comment: Would you consider doing it now?
LYN: No. I know a lot of artists are trying- they’re opening up their own restaurants. I think I can safely say I know better than them. I’m a chef, I’ve been a server for many years and I’ve even been the manager for a lot of places. If I ever start up my own restaurant business I think I can do better. Unfortunately, my venture into acting has obstructed my venture into the restaurant business.
Comment: You still can.
LYN: Why would I need to? I know a lot of people are hit on hard times right now. They may have shopfronts, but they can’t even open. :(
LYN: You know how I got this second-hand mic? The seller used to own a studio but can’t get any revenue now and has had to resort to selling their equipment.
LYN: If I ever open my own restaurant business I’ll tell you first thing. I’ll let you become an affiliate for free. Let’s wait until it happens though.
Comment: I feel like you’ll lose out.
LYN: What do you mean?? Friends, have you realized that there are always going to be these types of people around you? The ones who always put you down before you even try. The person who said that is exactly this type of person. You’re so naughty.
Comment: Then how are you supposed to make money?
LYN: Am I here to tell you guys how to start up and run a business now?? I can't help you. I’M not even clear on it.
LYN: I feel like there are certain people- no matter where you throw them they’re always going to find a way to make it. There are people like this. Honestly, when I was a waiter I made enough to make a living. But you have to find a way to do even better for yourself. Nothing will come to you if you just complain and do nothing about it. When I was selling clothes I could make 2-3K in a month. But I wasn’t satisfied- so I went to find a bar to sing in.
- reminisces about singing in the bar w/ DF-ge.; there was a day he clearly remembers, a December 31 wherein he was at the bar w/ DF-ge and another female singer. They were all up on stage, but the girl was singing, so lyn was just sitting at the side. There was a guy with wads of $$ (American, $100 bills) and just kept giving them to the girl. In the end he had two bills left and LYN and DF shared a look (bc all this while they’ve been staring from the corners of their eyes at this guy giving the female singer SO much money) and then pretended not to have been looking at this guy at all. The guy ended up giving them a bill each. XD
LYN: When I think about it now, it was a test of my jealousy. I’m not the type of person who will be jealous of someone doing better than me. In fact I’m happy for them- because they’ll treat me to a meal most times. :)
- brags about his Df-ge for a little bit (also explains who DF even /is/, because we haven’t seen the other 2/3 of the Modern Brothers in a while/
- Zhu Xudan-laoshi is here; asks her if she wants to join the stream
LYN: It was her birthday a few days ago, and I forgot about it. Happy Birthday!
- Peng Haizheng (?) is also here; a colleague from Floating World
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ZXD: I took my makeup off already. They can’t see me right?
LYN: They can’t, but you should out some clothes on just in case you press the wrong button
[t/n: LOL]
ZXD: Ok, yeah. I’ll cover the camera.
ZXD: I didn’t really mean to come in! I was just trying it out. I haven’t told my company about this-
LYN: It’s ok. Just chat a bit.
ZXD: Alright, then I’ll do it behind their backs.
LYN: Oh- if you want to chat with LYN, you have to run it by your company first??
ZXD: No- normally, no. But with such a big public figure on weibo like yourself, shouldn’t I tell my company?
LYN: If you DON’T tell them will they fire you or??
ZXD: No, I don’t think so. We have a contract, after all.
LYN: Then what are you afraid of.
ZXD: /laughs/ I’m not afraid.
LYN: It’s ok. I’m not trying to push any products nor do I use my stream for commercial purposes. We’re just friends and you haven’t gone to sleep yet so you decided to come to my stream to play a little. There’s nothing else to it. You don’t need to tell your company about connecting with me.
ZXD: This is my first time connecting with someone on weibo like this. Hold on- let me get my coat on.
LYN: Happy New Year, friends. It’s already 12a.
ZXD: Happy New Year!
LYN: I’m worried though- if your company finds you’ve connected with me like this will it bring you any trouble?
ZXD: No, don’t worry about it. I was kidding. The most they’ll say is that it’s so late but I haven’t slept yet.
LYN: Alright, then. Let’s chat- uhm... what do you have planned next?
ZXD: It isn’t confirmed yet.
LYN: I see... (I ask) because I’m sure a lot of your friends (fans) are worried about you. Honestly, I don’t really know you too well. Then- how many projects have you been in, from debut until now?
ZXD: I haven’t counted before. How about you?
LYN: An estimate?
ZXD: Erm.. /counting/
LYN: So many!
ZXD: In the tens, probably. Don’t ask me such specific questions, that I have to count for!
LYN: Ah, then what sort of common questions should I ask... I really- I’m not often awkward when talking to people, but I don’t know you that well, so I don’t know what I should ask about. Let’s ask about something more thrilling, then- which male actor did you have the best time working with?
ZXD: I was happy to work with all of them.
LYN: Okay, then who WEREN’T you happy working with?
ZXD: Haha- you asked me so many, I want to ask you a question.
LYN: Shoot.
ZXD: Which female actor were YOU the happiest to work with?
LYN: It’s like this...erm... I haven’t filmed that many dramas yet. But from I’ve experienced so far, I get happier with each passing project.
ZXD: Then if you’re getting more and more happy that means the first one you worked with you weren’t happy.
LYN: I wasn’t unhappy with her- she just... in the drama she didn’t like me back.
ZXD: Ah...
LYN: I mean- the first one I worked with was fine, too. It’s just that it improves over time, right? Just like with acting- in your first drama your acting was just okay, but you’re next one will be better. It’s like that.
ZXD: I’ve heard that it IS really nice to work with you, though. Because you’re a good person.
LYN: :) Of course.
LYN: Then, have you ever heard of an actor talking smack about me behind my back?
ZXD: I haven’t.
LYN: Really?
ZXD: Really. Because we never got around to talking about you before.
LYN: LOL. Oh, I see. The problem is no one cares about me, so they’re not even going to mention me. Sorry- I thought too highly of myself. Honestly speaking, we don’t talk about ZXD either.
ZXD: How can you be so petty?
LYN: No- I know, there’s nothing to say about me.
ZXD: Oh, but-
LYN: It’s all about word-of-mouth reputation- oh, you can speak.
ZXD: No, you. I want to hear what you have to say.
LYN: Everyone always says that they’re happy and it’s nice to work with you.
ZXD: I was chatting with one of our new producers and I told them that if our drama needed an OST, I wanted you to sing it. They said they would go back and listen to your songs. They know you sing very well!
LYN: What drama?
ZXD: Liu Guang Yin (流光引)
LYN: Has it finished filming yet?
ZXD: Yeah, I finished it before I started with Zhe Tian (Blocking the Sky).
LYN: Alright, so if they come to find me, I’ll give you 10%.
ZXD: 10% is a little low...
LYN: It’s low? How much do you want, meimei-ah?
ZXD: 15-20%
LYN: I understand. You’ll take 20% from me and then 10% from your company, is that it?
ZXD: We’ll talk later.
LYN: It’s alright, 20%’s fine too.
LYN: Kidding, kidding. Thank you for putting a word in for me.
LYN: Honestly I’ve only just gotten to know ZXD. She’s a great person and I hope we get the chance to work together sometime.
ZXD: Yes, of course.
LYN: Do you have any productions where you can make the decision on who your male lead is?
ZXD: Uhm.. No. But! When we’re in talks and they ask about who would be a suitable actor for a role I can suggest you!
LYN: How much can I get from this exchange?
ZXD: We can discuss it later- it depends on how well received the project is. If it’s a good project I’ll ask for more.
LYN: /laughs/
Comment: Hope to see you two work together!
LYN: Of course, there’s always the chance. She’s doing much better than I am right now, though.
ZXD: No, no.
Comment: You’re blatantly making business transactions??
LYN: No- collaborations are like this. You have to make sure everyone’s making a profit.
ZXD: Hey! I never asked for money!! What I mean is Liu-laoshi’s acting and visuals and other aspects are all excellent and even if I don’t recommend him someone else will put him on the board, too!
LYN: What does being “put on the board” mean?? Oh- I got it. You mean when they stick photos of actors up next to a role, as a list of ideal candidates.
ZXD: Yes, yes. I’ve seen your picture on many a board.
LYN: Oh- which ones have considered me? I’ve never heard about them. Can you reveal?
ZXD: I don’t remember them. Next time I’ll make note of it and tell you.
- wishes her a happy birthday, and hopes she gets a lot of work this year.
LYN: Is there anything else you wanted to chat about?
ZXD: No~ How do you exit this thing??
LYN: Don’t rush. I haven’t finished yet. I still have to thank you- I suddenly dragged you in here and you gave me face and didn’t reject the call. If I sent her the invite but she rejected it I’m telling you my face would be on the floor.
ZXD: Ning-ge, didn’t I invite you?
LYN: No, I clicked on your avatar and invited you in.
ZXD: Oh, is that how I got here??
LYN: Yeah! You’re a guest in my stream, you can’t invite me. I (the host) have to invite you!
ZXD: Is that how it is?!
ZXD: Then, since it was my birthday, shouldn’t you send me a present or something?
LYN: I sent so many already!
ZXD: But I can’t receive them yet.
LYN: What else do you want?
ZXD: Can you sing me a song?
- lyn suddenly attacks, telling her to find weibo customer service if she can’t access her gifts XD
ZXD: Don’t we want to give everybody some bonus?
LYN: The fact that you’re here and they’re able to listen to our conversation is bonus enough. They’re already very happy. They welcome you back the next time, too. When we get to know each other better we can probably have a more natural conversation, too.
ZXD: So is a song a different price, then?
LYN: Oh, you want to request a song?
ZXD: Yah.
LYN: Alright then, what did you want to hear?
ZXD: Whatever~
LYN: See- my friends. As a singer, asking another person to name a song and them not being able to (name one of his)- that’s a total fail. That’s my failure as a singer.
ZXD: /laughing/
LYN: If she asked me which of her dramas I like the best and 1. 2. 3- “I like all of them!” That’s a problem.
ZXD: No~ Unparalled and Rang Jiu- everything sounds good!
LYN: Name a third. I’ll give you a 100RMB red envelope right now, if you can name a third.
ZXD: Ok!
ZXD: /pause/
ZXD: Spend My Life With You. Beggar. (sounds like she’s reading off of sth)
LYN: Stop reading the comments.
ZXD: /giggles/ One Love As Always. Gazing up at the Clear Sky. Tian Wen.
LYN: Ok, alright. Which one do you want to hear?
ZXD: Unparalleled.
LYN: Nope.
ZXD: Uhm...
LYN: Not because I won’t sing this song, but because YOU can request (but) I won’t sing. I’ll owe you. It’s too late right now. I’ll owe you- for the next time.
ZXD: Ok, then I’ll make note of it.
ZXD: You’ll sing it in your next life.
LYN: That’s unlikely.
ZXD: No, I was reading one of the comments.
LYN: Thank you for coming and chatting with me. I wanted to get you on the last time so people can get to know you- I mean everyone already KNOWS you. I just wanted to show off my friends. But thanks for coming this time. Really. Thank you.
ZXD: You got so polite all of a sudden. Do you have a lot of friends?
LYN: Of course. I.. really don’t have a lot of friends, I can count them with both hands.
ZXD: Ok...
LYN: Do you have a lot of friends?
ZXD: I’m like you. I can count them with two hands.
LYN: Can you share who?
ZXD: You.
LYN: Other than me. All the people she mentions now are closer to her than me.
ZXD: Reba.
LYN: That’s a given. Who else?
ZXD: Ah... I won’t tell you! You only need to know two for now. I’ll let you know the rest slowly.
ZXD: How about you say two?
LYN: Two’s not enough. Usually the people I mention in my streams, the ones I can joke about, are my friends.
LYN: Thank you for coming. Next time I’ll give you a song.
ZXD: Ok. ... How do I leave?
LYN: And- if your company has any problems with this later, you can come find me.
ZXD: It’s okay! Everyone around me really likes you and watches your streams often. In the beginning it was all them who were sending clips of your streams into our group chat.
LYN: Oh, so your staff shared with you.
ZXD: Yeah. They wanted me to learn from you.
LYN: Don’t learn from me. You’ll be done for.
ZXD: It’s because I can’t really express myself very well, and they told me to look at you, and how you can explain what you want to say so clearly but still make it interesting. That’s what they wanted me to learn from you.
LYN: So you’re saying that your staff all think you don’t speak clearly.
ZXD: A little bit, yeah.
LYN: Is that so. Then.. did you ever think you would connect with me on such a big platform one day?
ZXD: I didn’t! It’s my honor, really.
LYN: Okay. Thank you for coming. You can come again if you have the chance.
ZXD: Ok! Then kick me out now!
LYN: Alright. “Kick you out” LOL. So mean. I can end the call, I don’t need to kick you out.
ZXD: Oh, you can end it?
LYN: Yeah, whenever I felt like not talking to you anymore I could have ended the call.
LYN: I’m kidding.
LYN: Thank you (x3) Zhu Xudan. // I’ll “kick you out” now.
ZXD: Bye bye! Good night!
LYN: Bye bye!!
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