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pinguwrites · 6 months

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A Daughter’s Duty | Cillian Murphy

Pairing -> dark!cillian murphy x stepdaughter!reader

Summary -> You’re stepfather has made a habit of sneaking into your room at night to use you, even when you don’t want it.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: NON-CON, DARK!!, stepfather!cillian, age-gap (reader’s 18+, Cillian’s early 40s), Cillian’s manipulative and lowkey sexist and just overall disgusting, stepdaughter!reader, reader’s innocent, p in v sex, ddlg kink, use of daddy/little girl nickname, mention of periods, implied reader’s mother is neglectful, I got this idea off a porn video lol, mention of porn

Disclaimer: This is not a reflection of Cillian Murphy's actual life. This is completely separate and is not intended to harm him or his family in any way. DNI if you're a Yvonne hater. This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

A/N: Probably gonna make a part two of the first time they did it 🤭 which I guess will be called part one lol

“You awake?” your stepfather, Cillian Murphy, asked, lightly knocking. Your bedroom door was slightly open, and before you could even answer, he pushed it to the side, walked in, and turned the lock.

“Mhm.” You put aside your schoolwork and turned off the desk lamp. You immediately went to Cillian, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest. He was warm, like always, and he immediately put his hands on your back, rubbing up and down in a soothing manner.

“Feeling alright? I know you just had your period,” he said, lifting your chin up. You noticed a dark look in his eyes, but you ignored it. “Do you need anything? Snacks? Heating pad? Massage?”

You shook your head. “Could we just cuddle?”

Your mother hated it when you two were close like this, despite the fact that she never tried to be affectionate with you. She was out now, however, partying at some friend’s house, so it’s not like she would know.

Cillian nodded and lifted you up, placing you down on the bed. He covered both of you with the blanket and started peppering sweet kisses on your face and down your neck.

“Little girl,” he cooed. “How did I get so lucky?”

You giggled. “How did I get so lucky?” you said in response, resting your head on his shoulder, when you noticed his fingers circling your clit through your panties. “Daddy, not now.”

He didn’t listen, and continued brushing his fingers against your clothing.

“I don’t feel like it,” you protested, trying to close your legs. “Can we do it later?”

Cillian still didn’t say anything. He crawled on top of you and planted a hot and heavy kiss on your lips, forcing his tongue inside, his hands slipping under your bra.

“Mmph!”

You didn’t struggle, knowing that your stepfather would never hurt you, but you did feel uncomfortable. Your pussy was starting to get a little hot, but even as your body reacted positively, your mind was still frazzled.

Cillian pulled away, a string of saliva attaching you both, until it broke.

He pinched your nipples through the bra and pulled on them, waiting for them to go hard. “Daddy!”

“Shh,” he murmured, leaning in to suck on your breasts. He licked them until he was satisfied, cupping them in his hands, leaving your bra with wet spots. It clung to your skin.

It did felt good. It always felt good, but it wasn’t about that. It was sweet, but it felt forced. Cillian had never forced you like this before.

“You just said you were feeling well,” he said, looking deep into your eyes. “You’ll like it. I’ll make sure.”

Cillian rubbed his clothed cock it between your legs, humping you like a horny animal. He let out quiet noises, holding you in place. Eventually, your panty got too wet, so he ripped it off, took off his own clothing, keeping his shirt on, and started grinding skin to skin.

“Yes,” he breathed out, sliding his fat cock through your folds. “So wet, such a pretty pussy.”

You whimpered. “Daddy, not now—”

“—Take off that damn shirt,” he growled. “Show me those tits.”

You hurriedly pulled your bra up, your breasts spilling out with a bounce that held Cillian captivated.

“Slap them for me,” he ordered. He held the tip of his cock and vibrated it on your clit, making you shudder in pleasure.

You did as he asked, trying your best to focus. As you tweaked and hit and played with your breasts, he watched, praising you, telling you what a good girl you were.

“You don’t do this for any other man, okay?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Cillian smiled sweetly at your response.

He positioned himself, pressing his body close to yours, your legs up and bent over his. You couldn’t move, all you could was push your hands up against his chest.

“Daddy, please, no.”

Cillian started thrusting. It wasn’t a very fast pace, but it wasn’t slow either. It had a rhythm, one he made sure got him as deep inside of you as he could.

He grunted. “So fucking tight. Need’a do this more often.”

You moaned, arching your back, a reaction you couldn’t help. “How often?”

“Every day.”

You stared at him, not sure what to think.

“Ah, I know. I know I said only once a week, but you know how Daddy gets. Remember what I said about men?”

You nodded. The first time he’d done this, he had sat you down. He told you that you needed to be taught about pleasure, and all things grown-up now that you were ready. He explained to you how men needed to fuck often, that it was a primal instinct, and that for him, you were the one he needed. He showed you how to suck his cock, how it felt like to be sucked in return — he even showed you porn.

It was a topic you had known little about. It was all so exciting and knew, and he made you feel safe and comfortable.

Well, except for now. You were rather uneasy as he pressed his body weight onto you, as his cock — that you always whined was too big — pushed in and out of you, stretching your walls, filling you up until you weren’t sure there was and space left.

“Ngh, y-you’re raping me, daddy,” you whimpered.

Cillian huffed, almost amused. He stopped thrusting, only for a moment, then he pushed his cock as deep inside of you as he could. You cried out, but he was too focused on the feeling of your walls clenching to notice.

“Ah!”

“Daddy’s raping you, hmm?”

“Yes!” you squeaked out, pushing your hands up against his chest. You were starting to feel a little sore.

“Where’d you learn such a big word like that?”

You didn’t answer, just kept struggling against him.

“Mmm, love it when you squirm like this,” he moaned in your ear. He grabbed your hands and put them to the side, only to completely drape his body over yours and let go.

You tried to push him off, but all you could reach was his back, and it was futile. A warm feeling coiled up in your lower stomach, and you knew you were about to cum.

“Come whenever you feel like, princess,” Cillian said, your pussy fluttering around his cock. “I’m not stopping till I feel like it.”

It wasn’t that it was hurting. It was just that you didn’t want it, at least a few minutes ago. Why couldn’t he understand?

“I know you don’t like it sometimes, but it’s your responsibility to please me. Just like it’s my responsibly to please you. You’re about to cum, aren’t you?”

You could feel your pussy heating up even more, that familiar feeling slowly building up.

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Such a good girl for me.”

Your heart warmed at his words, despite how taken advantage of you were feeling.

“Daddy — please, ungh.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, “fuck, fuck.”

You both came around the same time. He took out his cock and held it by your face, his white cream spilling out on your lips, dribbling down your chin. Your own dripped down to the bedsheets. The ecstasy made you dizzy, but the good kind, and only for a moment.

“There ya go, sweetheart.”

Cillian wrapped you up in his arms. He rubbed his nose against yours, and then kissed it, his beautiful blue eyes filled with love and adoration.

“You liked that?”

“. . . I asked you to stop,” you mumbled, looking away.

Cillian sighed. It was one of disappointment, which made you feel like shriveling on the inside.

“But you liked it.” He ran his thumb across your cum-stained lips. “I would never have done it if hurt you. There was no pain, was there?”

“No,” you admitted.

“See?” Cillian paused for a moment, then chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “I would eat you out, but I have a feeling you’d say no.”

You glared, but to him it was adorable, not menacing.

“Alright, alright. How about we go downstairs and watch a movie? One of those princess ones?”

A smile made its way onto your face, though you tried to hide it. You were still upset.

“Fine.”

“Good girl,” he said, lowering his tone. He picked you up and held you bridal style. “But first, let’s clean you up, yeah?” He swiped a bit of his cum from your skin. “Can’t have you on the couch covered with this.”

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nerdofthecentrey · 1 year

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For Them | Cha Hyun-Su x Human Reader

Genre: Fluffy, Angsty

Summary: You do what you can to protect others and get hurt in the process.

Warnings: Blood, Getting hurt, monster descriptions, normal Sweet home stuff

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It had been 16 days since this all started, It was terrifying but you wouldn’t lose hope. You wanted to stay alive not necessarily for yourself but to be with Hyun-Su. And for Kim Su-Yeoung and Kim Yeoung-Su the little kids both you’d both saved. You were determined for them to live, even in this cruel world they still deserved a chance.

You stood next to the stairs that lead into the rest of the apartment building. Your boyfriend stood across from you with that faraway look in his eyes.

“ I hate that you have to do this.” You sighed, glancing at the beaten door.

“Don’t.”

You looked back at him and he had this dead serious look in his eyes. You understood this was for the best but you still hate the way they treat him. You wish he wouldn’t take shit from everyone.

“ Gosh, Hyun-Su..I can’t keep letting them treat you like a caged animal. I’m gonna talk to Eun-Hyeok.-“

“ Y/N, Please.” Hyun-Su rested his hand on your shoulder bring you back.

“ I’m sorry, It’s just your doing so much for everyone here…. It’s like they don’t even care. I hate that.” You pause for sec thinking before you continue with, “ It’s okay if your hurt by this Hyun-Su. Your aloud to be upset-“

“ I have to go.” He cut you off in a quiet tone ready to retreat. You snatch his face back before he can go placing your lips on his gently. Warmth fills you and you savor the feeling. You never know when it may be the last time.

You headed into the daycare center not expecting to see Eun-Hyeok. It looked like he had just gotten finished talking because everyone was dead silent. He walked straight pass you out the door you followed. But before you could even say anything he spoke.

“ The answer is no.”

You suck your teeth, “ You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

He turned.

“ I’m guessing it’s about Hyun-Su. My answer is no.” with that he walked away. You let out sharp sigh. You‘ll get him eventually just not now.

“ Y/N..?” A small voice spoke in almost a whisper. It was Yeong-Su. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his sister stood close behind him.

“ What’s up?” I asked a little worried.

“ Umm…” The little boy started his sister finished.

“ He wants you to come with us to get his toy. He lost it when we first got here. It’s on this floor. We just don’t want to get lost.”

Your heart warmed a little at the fact they were asking you and not someone else.

“ Of course, Shall we?” You held out your hand to the boy he toke it with a grin.

You all walked through the halls of the first floor. It’s only now you really understand how much a maze this building is. It makes your stomach turn a little at how many people actually lived here. Meaning how many lost their lives and how many turned. You guys had been walking for a little while before you could resist asking the boy.

“ Are we headed the right way?” He noded slowly showing you clear as day he was unsure.

“ Do you remember exactly where you lost it?”

“ No..” It sounded like he was gonna cry.

“ Yeong-Su!” His sister shouted forcefully pushing his hand out of his. “ You said you knew!”

“ I did know! … I thought I did.” He shouted back.

“ Hey.” You said sharply catching both of their attention. “ It doesn’t matter. We’re gonna find the toy either way. Let’s think of it like a mission okay?”

“ People who are working together shouldn’t argue and pointlessly yell at each-other. Deep breath.” You you inhale as did they. You exhale as did they. “ Now, Yeong-Su. Do you remember the area of where you left your toy?”

“ Yes, there was dirt it was in the hallway near the graves. It rolled into a room.”

“ That’s Good! I’m sure we’ll find it no time!” Before you can continue something goes off in your body. The atmosphere sudden tilting.

A bucket loudly crashed from the hall in front of you.

You push the kids behind you, cursing at yourself for not bringing a weapon. How are you constantly telling other to be prepared for anything and you aren’t even prepared. You look around for anything to use and find a short pole.

Just then you could see the shadow of a monster creeping up the hall. It’s tall and lengthy. You push the kids back the opposite way of the hall. Pushing them to run.

You knew it probably wasn’t the best idea to make loud noises but you weren’t far from everyone else. You wanted them to be safe as soon as possible being in the hallway was too vulnerable.

Just then the monster let out a loud screeching noises. You turn back just in time to see it round the corner, headed straight at you.

“ Run!” You shout. The kids pick up the pase sobs coming Yeong-Su and Su-Yeong pulling her brother along with all her might.

You grab a random cabinet pulling it down pushing multiple things in the way. It seems to slow the monster long enough for you to make back to the main area near the elevator.

Thud!

Yeong-Su fell to the floor. You quickly swept him up as fast as you.

A whimper come from Su-Yeong. Your head whipped around to see the monster creeping slowly into the room. Your heart was already pounding in your ears, your bones started to fell stif.

“ Go.” You tell them.

“But-“

“ Get the others.”

Su- Yeong didn’t wait she grabbed her brothers arm pulling him along.

You felt your body relax a little when you heard their foots steps getting quieter only for the monster to come bones cracking and stretching out with thin skin covering it. It was sickening to look at. You held up your pole knowing these we’re probably your last moments. But you were okay with that. As long as the others live.

Suddenly one of the arms came flying at you, you swung it away like baseball. Of course it only flew back but so far.

You ran closer to the main entrance leading it father into the hall.

“ Let’s go!” You yelled.

The monster seemed to let out some words you couldn’t understand. Only the word,

“ Family. ” “ I’ll do it for my family.”

The monster croaked sending his arm like tentacle thing towards you. You dodge to your left the tentacle missing you. But the sharp edge of a cabinet not.

You inhale sharply, but you can’t feel anything, not yet at least. Your whole body just feels warm and ready to move. You push yourself up from your spot grabbing onto the wall. You place your hand on your stomach to stop it from bleeding so much you fell the thick liquid coating your hand.

“ My family…my family…” The monster kept saying to itself eyes twitching. Sounding like it was trying to think or remember.

You leaned up against the pole watching the monster,

“ Hey!” A voice shouted a glass bottle was chucked at the monster it screeched in pain as it burst to flames. You jolt back from the heat your body hitting the wall feeling weak as ever. Ji-su rushing to you.

“ Oh my god, that’s a lot of blood.” She states.

“ Thanks a couldn’t tell.” You groan. Just then a loud buzzing sound rang from the door. You knew it was Hyun-Su it kept ringing violently. Till Sang-Wook opened it, you heard your boyfriend rushing down the stairs. Everyone watching the creature burn. His eyes fell on you.

“ Y/N!” He ran to you.

“ Hey.” You croaked.

He stared at you with a lost look on his face Ji-Su held you up. He had his lips parted as if he wanted to speak but he didn’t know what to say.

“ Maybe you should help!” Ji-Su shouted at him.

“ Right.” Hyun-Su said. “ I’m gonna lift you. It’s easier okay.”

He carried you to the room where Yu-ri works in. She patched you up carefully, Meanwhile you tried hard not to curse. While Hyun-Su stared with his lost eyes.

Once Yu-ri left you spoke.

“ Don’t keep looking like that.” You tell him.

“ What?”

You pause for second your heartbreaks a little, “ You look so lost. Why don’t you just share what your thinking?” Hyun-Su looks taken back but you go on.“ Hyun-Su, I won’t judge you for how you feel. I want you to tell me not keep it bottled up inside. Out of all the people still left in this word I won’t be the one to judge you.”

You watch a tear slowly falls down his face, you reach up brushing it away softly. He grabs your hand pushing your palm against his face. It’s like he said it all in that moment. More of his tears fall for the first time it’s like a wall had fallen down slowly. You watch him breakdown right in front of you. It hurt you to see. You pull his head down to rest between your neck and shoulders. Massaging his head gently.

“ I’m here, Hyun-Su.”

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A/N: Okay this is my first time writing anything that has so many parts to contribute in and my first Kdrama. Hopefully this is good. I might end up switching or adding more the ending. Let me know if you have any tips and/or misspellings.

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multifandomworldsposts · 7 months

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Day 15 of Kinktober: Vampire Training with Damon Salvatore

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader

warning: making out

A/N: everyone who voted here’s what you wanted and i hope everyone likes it

Y/N’s POV

I’ve been a vampire for a few weeks and Damon is helping me on how to control myself. I got bitten by one of the older vampire’s and I’ve been lost and confused on what’s been happening to me.

“I’m going to help you control your body when you’re near anything like animals and humans, okay?” Damon says.

I get nervous, I don’t know if I can do this.

“I’m scared that I might hurt you or anything that’s near me.” I say nervously.

“You’ll get through this I promise Y/N, I’m going to get something, I’ll be right back.” Damon said.

Damon came back in a flash with a rat, I can’t do this.

“I can’t do this.” I say almost shaking.

“You can do it Y/N, I’ll take the rat away from you if this gets out of hand, okay?” Damon says handing me the rat.

I suck the rat’s blood which kinda tastes okay. When I felt done with sucking the rat’s blood, Damon took the rat out of my hand and looks at me if I react in a bad or a good way, I react in a good way for some reason.

“How are you feeling?” Damon questions.

“I have a feeling that making me want more but something is holding me back.” I try to say.

“That means that your body is telling you stop having the hunger of blood when you’re done drinking.” He says.

I feel like I’m accomplishing something which is making me feel good.

Damon brought me back to the Salvatore house and taught me more things, which involves a full moon. I never knew that the moon is going to be full tonight, I guess I have a lot of things in my mind.

“I’m going to bring you somewhere and it’ll help you not get out of control and I’m going to give you something that’ll help you as well.” Damon brings me to a cage that him and Stefen has.

I walk in the cage and Damon locks me in the cage.

“Can you stay down here with me?” I say looking at him.

“I’ll stay down here Y/N, oh here’s some whiskey.” Damon hands me some whiskey.

“Does it help me at all?” I asked looking at the glass of whiskey.

“There’s blood in the whiskey, that’s why I drink it.” Damon says.

I drink the whiskey which stings but it kinda has a little taste of whiskey in it.

I look around the cage and see some scratches on the walls and the floor, I’m actually terrified on what’s going to happen to me.

“Damon, can you come in the cage with me so if I do something bad you can help me with my transitioning to a vampire?” I walk up to the bars and ask him.

“Sure, if you want me to get out, you can tell me.” Damon opens the door and locks it.

I nod.

“I hope I don’t get out of control.” I say nervously.

“That’s why I’m here.” He crests my cheek.

“Thank you.” I say.

MIDNIGHT

I have this weird urge to do something bad, Damon notices me acting weird, he sits in front of me and tries to calm me down, which my body is hating the fact he’s doing that.

Damon notices something about my eyes, they’re yellow.

“Y/N/N, you’re a hybrid.” He makes me look at him.

“I’m a what?” I question.

“A hybrid, it’s what the originals are.” Damon says.

I feel my fangs grow, I don’t want to hurt Damon. Damon holds me down so I can’t even move what’s so ever. I heavy breath I felt calming down, Damon looks at me, I begin to kiss him, he kisses me back, I felt save with him even if I transform I feel safe around him.

He kisses my neck and I dig my fingernails in his neck and I hear him moan which made me chuckle. He looks at me, my eyes changes to normal, we look at the window, the moon is gone, I’m human again but still a vampire.

“Damon, thank you for helping me but can you help me with this some more if I do something wrong in the future?” I ask.

“Of course Y/N/N.” He puts a strand of hair away from my face.

I feel safe with him.

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dangans-ur-ronpas · 2 days

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saw ur vents abt dungeon meishi and while I haven’t read the series yet or watched the anime I have seen bits and pieces and already saw the blowup scene where Toshiro attacks Laois and like. even I with zero context didn’t totally hate him. It sucks majorly that it had to happen but like. Toshiro is going through his own shit and plenty of other characters ALSO don’t like Laois! I think people just see that scene and project the amount of times that’s happened to them with someone in real life, which like. I get it. I’m autistic and reading that scene hit like a gut punch bc it was something I had experienced directly in real life: trying to be friends with someone, thinking you are friends, only for them to reveal one day that they couldn’t stand you and hated your guts from day one. You wonder why the fuck they pretended and let you hurt even worse than outright initial rejection. You wonder why they’d put themselves through enduring you. It makes you feel like you can’t trust anyone, makes you feel like utter shit. I 100% get why it bothers people. But you can’t project real life people you experienced onto this character that does not align at all except for this one moment. Also knowing about the author, she probably put that in on purpose as commentary for how autistics in Japan generally have to go through shit like this bc of the way their social culture is. She’s made plenty of autistic commentaries before, I doubt she stuck that scene in there for no good reason. The fact that Toshiro kept quiet and didn’t say anything until he couldn’t take it anymore is VERY indicative to me of the ways Japan’s typical social system is a struggle on all sides. Not to say these are problems unique to Japan, but the nuance needs to be understood. Toshiro isn’t being a dick just for the sake of it. I want to read it sometime so I can better understand the guy, but I don’t want to hate him based on one scene where he was an asshole. Laois is an asshole plenty of times himself, being very overtly written as autistic doesn’t absolve him from the responsibilities of being an adult.

TLDR: People tend to infantilize Laois and demonize Toshiro, which comes down to the prejudices preconceived for both of them: people see Laois, as an autistic man, as an innocent sweet guy who needs to be protected. They see Toshiro, as an Asian man, as someone who should be “polite and honorable” or whatever and are appalled when he acts like a fallible human being and not some appropriation of a fictional romanticized samurai. I understand feeling betrayed and angry seeing a character be a genuine asshole about something (social expectation does not completely absolve Toshiro of his own antagonizations however much of a reason he had) but when it’s so damn one sided, and especially in a series where almost NO one is without complete asshole qualities that round them out, I find it kind of gross that people hate on him for that. Anyway. Just wanted to send a message of support and understanding. Hopefully after I read more I can offer more analysis to corroborate with you on.

100% CORRECT thank you anon

i also understand the people who are sympathizing with laios bc that scene is very easy to relate to for many autistic or otherwise neurodivergent people (i also got a cold sweat when i was watching it bc. like. having someone you thought was a friend straight up tell you there are parts of your behavior that they can't stand is one of the worst things to experience of all time, ESPECIALLY if you were only showing that behavior around them bc you thought they were your friend and you trusted them) but it's so frustrating seeing so many people have such shallow opinions about toshiro bc of it. im on hands and knees begging people to consider the characters in three dimensions and/or develop better reading comprehension because like!! toshiro's official meeting with laios's new group literally leads with 'oh his name is actually toshiro and we never knew bc our leader had a misunderstanding and microaggressed him and he was too polite to correct him' laios is not an innocent party here!! he is not an innocent uwu autistic baby he's a grown adult man with responsibilities, in that whole time he was partied with toshiro he never learned his real name!! plus using toshiro's crush on falin as a reason to hate him, falin's adolescence was spent in a school and a social setting where she was expected to mask + her being a girl also means she is expected to mask by default -> she is better at masking than laios so why are people saying that toshiro hates laios for the same traits in falin bc clearly not?? also saw one person saying 'he only likes falin because she's hot' NO HE DOES NOT HE WOULD NOT RISK HIS LIFE HEALTH AND RETAINERS IN A DUNGEON ON A FOREIGN CONTINENT FOR THE SAKE OF A WOMAN HE ONLY THOUGHT WAS SEXY!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DUNMESHI FANS THINK WITH YOUR BRAAIN

the whole fight he had with laios where laios points out that their party is more serious about finding falin and resolving everything also drives me nuts because i've seen at least one take saying that toshiro doesn't care about falin as much as team laios because of this. which yes the fact that team laios understands the importance of health in pursuit of a goal is very very important but for many cases in east asian culture (and actually any culture with emphasis on capitalism and economic growth) productivity will get valued above all else which leads to neglect of personal health, i.e: what toshiro was doing. so this is just a clown take to begin with

also interesting to me that almost every character in dunmeshi thus far has demonstrated some kind of racial bias/misconceptions (i.e: chilchuck about elves, senshi about half-foots, etcetera etcetera) and laios and falin are no exception. race and racial differences and conflict and coexistence is also one of the underlying themes in dungeon meshi, with the elves of the west being considered a major issue to many dungeon-goers and the mayor hating dwarves and having to contend with those elves, and then marcille's motive for studying black magic and even thistle's motive for being the dungeon keeper. so it's real fucking ironic that the fans are really quick and happy to demote toshiro to 'asshole side character who is bullying our autistic rep' instead of, you know, using nuance and thinking about it

tldr; dungeon meshi has great commentary on what it's like as an autistic person in society. but dungeon meshi fans are too quick to write off toshiro as an asshole japanese guy who is ableist and getting in the way of their white woman yuri, therefore helping to promote this website's enduring legacy as the piss-poor reading comprehension website

#dungeon meshi #asks #i thought this might happen when i heard dunmeshi was getting an anime adaptation but that doesnt make me feel better abt being right #i watched the ep last night with some friends and one of the first things out of their mouth during the laios-toshiro fight was 'i hate him #and i get it bc both of us had bad experiences being neurodivergent in a shitty american suburbia town #but also like. damn girl!! already???

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amazinglyegg · 10 months

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companions react to sole crying when they raise their voice at them

AWW this one's sad

For clarity I'm going with the idea that the companions aren't yelling at Sole out of anger (like, a low affinity talk) but more like they're either scolding Sole over something minor ("you could have gotten hurt! Be careful!") or ranting out loud about something unrelated and Sole is very sensitive to that sort of thing!

Companions react: Sole crying when yelled at

Includes Cait, Codsworth, Curie, Deacon, Desdemona, Danse, Hancock, Haylen, Maccready, Nick, Piper, Preston, Rhys, X6-88

Cait

Uhh. Fuck.

Cait is probably Least Capable of dealing with a crying person

First instinct might be to use tough love because that's what she uses on herself and it works fine

Like "Oh come on suck it up, it wasn't even that bad"

Actually starts to feel bad after a few moments though and will change trajectory into something more gentle

Gladly lets Sole have alone time if they ask because she really needs a minute to try and think of what to say

If Sole comes back completely ignoring what happened she'll also ignore it, but if they continue to seem upset she'll make the first move and actually apologizes

Very awkward with it, every sentence is like she's testing the waters for Sole's reaction.

The apology IS genuine, though, and Sole can tell just by how awkward she is about it. She won't just brush it off if Sole won't brush it off.

Codsworth

IMMEDIATE GUILT

Poor Codsworth would do a complete 180 and start comforting Sole

Sort of has a hard time if they want to be alone to collect themself, he's worried they'll hate him forever (he has a bit of separation anxiety after being alone for 200 years)

Will note exactly what made Sole cry and will never talk about that topic with that voice again

Like if they cried because he was worried about them getting hurt every interaction like that afterwards will be "You NEED to take better care of - I mean, please take better care of yourself please"

Curie

If Curie is raising her voice at Sole she's probably scolding them for not taking care of their health

She wants them to take care of themself but she didn't mean to make them so guilty they cry!!

She'll immediately comfort them and apologize for being so strict

100% mom friend, will not stop apologizing and trying to make it up to them via food and comfort

Gives Sole a hug and a forehead kiss and tucks them into bed with a warm cup of soup. Maybe cries a little

Probably tries to stand up for them on their behalf in the future, like if someone yells at them she'll scold the person yelling for being mean

Deacon

Ah shit

Deacon prides himself on being able to stay calm during conflict and read the other persons facial expressions, it's his job after all

But anger always managed to get to him somehow, and it made him ignore the small signs that Sole was getting stressed out

He wasn't even upset at them, he was just having a bad day, but he knew he fucked up the second their face scrunched up and they looked away

They're crying. Sole is crying because of him

Might try to fix things by making jokes but if he realizes Sole is genuinely upset he'll probably end up leaving and giving Sole their space

He leaves them to cry for a while and comes back once they've calmed down so he can sincerely apologize

Tries to make Sole feel better for the next few days by pulling some strings

Their favorite animal is brahmin? What a coincidence, Des is telling us to go to a safe house with a huge brahmin farm! They really like Blamco Mac and Cheese? Deacon just found a HUGE stash behind HQ, we better eat it!

Desdemona

Just kinda. Freezes.

This never happened before?? And either she doesn't really know Sole that well (agents faces tend to get confusing since so many come and go) and doesn't know what to say, or they're like, the best agent in the Railroad and she's very worried that she managed to make them cry.

Tries to brush it off as smoothly as possible and excuses them somewhere private to calm down so at least they're not crying in front of everyone

If she's closer with Sole she'll actively search them out herself and apologize directly

If not she'll honestly probably go to Deacon or someone first being like "Are they pissed at me?? Should I apologize or do I pretend it didn't happen?"

Might take the silent approach of giving Sole less work/more support and makes the mental reminder not to yell at them

Danse

Listen, this man is used to reprimanding people. He can practically do it in his sleep

But when he hears Sole burst into tears? He immediately loses all train of thought

He's probably the type of person to go "... Are you crying?" because this has never really happened to him before

Super worried that he's pushed Sole too far, regrets even yelling at them in the first place

Doesn't really know what to do, ends up waiting for Sole to make the first move (explain themself, run away, etc)

If he isn't as close with Sole he'll probably hesitantly give them space - it's what he would want if he burst into tears

If they're close/romanced he'll default to trying to talk to them and calm them down

He is a bit awkward and tends to fumble a lot, so Sole may have to be direct with what they need from him (Space, comfort, apology, etc) but Danse will do basically anything to get them to calm down

Like a person who is very bad at dealing with a crying toddler: "no no don't cry... Here's some candy... and twenty bucks... we can get ice cream if you want just please stop crying"

Hancock

I imagine Hancock to be a pretty touchy guy, so if Sole started crying his go-to comfort is by hugging them or rubbing their arm/back

He has high energy and expresses himself loudly so he realizes that he can be overwhelming at times

He'll quiet down and focus on comforting them and getting them what they need

Absolute KING at respecting their space and autonomy

The only thing worse than crying is crying in public so he's bringing them to a quiet room and letting them cry it out distraction free. They make the tiniest action that seems like they don't want to be touched and he'll back off, no questions asked

Also a bit of the "poorly dealing with a crying toddler" person: "You want chems?? No? Candy?? Would it make you feel better if you punched me??"

Haylen

Very empathetic towards Sole, immediately switches to a "Oh, hey, come on, it's okay..." type of voice

She gets that the Brotherhood is overbearing and it can take a while to get used to being reprimanded/spoken to in such a harsh way

If she's spent a good amount of time around Sole she's probably pretty in tune with their emotional needs and can work with that

Sole won't even have to ask, she'll just show up with some hot chocolate and a blanket, or apologize, or pretend like it never happened, or any mixture of those

A little worried and overprotective of them for a while after, though, especially if she's already worried about their mental health

Might talk to them to try and see what's wrong or convince them to take a break

Maccready

Another member of the "Wait... are you crying?" group.

Panics, probably. Doesn't know what to do or what to say.

He'll end up apologizing to them either way

If he's close with Sole he's more likely to do so first and more quickly, if not he might wait to gauge Sole's reaction before talking to them

A little bit awkward but he's got the spirit, will probably try to understand what made them cry and what he can do to make sure it doesn't happen in the future

Will also do a sort of follow-up check in after the fact or if they're having a rough day some other time

Tries a lot to stay more in-tune with Sole's emotions and what makes them upset after this point so they don't end up crying again because of him

Nick Valentine

For Nick to raise his voice like that he'd probably have to be distracted in some way

Either thinking about his words and not his voice as he reprimands Sole or snapping about something unrelated that's on his mind

So he doesn't even realize Sole started crying until their tears manage to snap him out of his thoughts

He's the type to try and comfort them straight away by cautiously reaching in for a hug and apologizing

If Sole runs off or yells at him he takes it personally, getting upset at himself for making Sole so uncomfortable

He will eventually reach out to them and get them to talk about what's bothering them, even if it takes a while

He'll immediately step up and sincerely apologize, and then turn his focus onto Sole's mental health

He realizes Sole has A Lot going on and them crying was probably the result of many days/weeks/months of bottled up emotions

Piper

Sole crying stops her in her tracks and makes her re-think everything that's happened between them in the past 24 hours

Was it something she said?? Or something she did?? What did she do wrong!?

Depending on the situation will either try to explain herself ("I didn't mean it like that, no don't cry I was just joking I swear -") or immediately be worried for Sole and try to comfort them

Might take Sole needing alone time a bit personally, she'll end up worrying that they're REALLY mad at her

She feels like she's not the best at comforting people so she'll try to turn to acts of service/gifts to bring them comfort

Buying them their favorite food, carrying more of their items, giving them hugs, etc.

Preston

Almost confused at first

He's never had anyone shy away from him before - if anything people didn't take him seriously and tended to look down on him

So the fact that he managed to make Sole cry really made him reassess their entire conversation up to this point

Immediately apologizes and asks what's wrong because surely there has to be something else going on for them to cry like this, right?

If Sole doesn't give an explanation he'll default to assuming they're overtired and stressed from work

Probably ends up feeling guilty for every time he gave them more Minuteman-related work to do

Might end up in a bit of a self-deprecating spiral of "I pushed them too hard, now they're upset, it's all my fault, how the hell can I fix this..."

He'll really focus on being there for them, whatever they need.

Less work? He'll take on their load. Shoulder to cry on? He'll stay up all night for them. A warm hug? He won't let go until Sole lets go first.

Rhys

Laughs

Alright he's an asshole

Kind of goes on a power trip about it too

Like "Haha yes I made them cry. Because I am the strong alpha male of the group"

At some point might come to the conclusion, either through his own means or by Danse/Haylen calling him out, that he was being a little bit of an asshole

If he apologizes though it's extremely short and awkward.

Like "Hey. Uhh. Sorry for making you cry. Just don't do it again. It's weird." And never brings it up ever again

Alternatively, takes the "Older Brother When The Younger Brither Starts Crying" approach of "Don't tell Danse! I didn't even yell at you that much! You can punch me back so we're even just please stop crying dude Danse will hear you and he'll get mad at me"

X6-88

It stops him in his tracks

Part of him is freaking out because Oh God Someone Is Experiencing Emotions Around Me

And the other part of him is freaking out because He Made Sole Cry Uh-Oh

Will probably give Sole some space immediately and waits for them to calm down - he's never been good at dealing with emotional people

Once they're calm he'll revisit them with a peace offering of sorts, like a fancy lad snack cake or some tea or something

Very curt apology, hands them the gift, leaves a moment of silence as an opportunity for them to speak up about what made them cry if they want

Once that's over he'll just try and pretend it never happened while also keeping them safe from whatever else could trigger that

He'll try not to yell at them and actively avoid putting them in situations where they'll be yelled at again whenever possible

#SORRY THIS IS SO OLD #i got the ask at about the same time @slocumjoe did. which was. a while ago.#but i like this ask and creativity struck one fateful evening so I actually managed to write it #fallout 4 #companions react #cait #curie #codsworth #paladin danse #deacon #desdemona #john hancock #scribe haylen #robert joseph maccready #nick valentine #piper wright #preston garvey #knight rhys #x6-88

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die for you | vampire!eddie x fem!reader

eddie munson x fem!reader +18 (minors dni)

after the craziest most fucked up experience of your life, you find out that eddie came back to hawkins, but not as the eddie you used to know.

warning: blood, wounds, handcuffs use (not on reader), Eddie eats animals, kissing, mention of smut ???, little use of (y/n), biting, blood sucking

reminder: english’s not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes

You will remember that day for the rest of your life, it had the be the most traumatic thing you ever witnessed and lived, how could you forget it so easily? The rest seemed okay with it, but as they told you, it was not their first time experiencing something similar. So, you tried to do your best to not affect you.

You helped with the charity at school; helping hurt and homeless people, cooking food where there used to be the school cafeteria, reading kids bedtime stories and helping the elderly take their medicines. Sometimes you were with Steve, folding clothes and receiving donations, and he felt the need to help you when your hands couldn’t work like hours before. Your wrist was still sore from how hard you fell to the floor that night, almost hitting your chin too.

“You sure it’s not broken?” Steve asked with concern while taking away the children’s clothes from your hands.

“If it was broken I would know, Stevie. It’s just sore” you looked at your left wrist, a little fatter than your right. “I gotta put on some cream” you reminded him and yourself. Steve nodded before you left to the back of the gym on the search of your backpack.

As much as you hated it, your wrist was a reminder of Eddie that you really wanted to avoid. You remember so vividly how dumb you were in the upside down, running straight into the demobats without even realizing it; Eddie went after you, to save you.

He pushed you out of the way so hard you fell to the floor far away from all the bats. Their attention instantly went to Eddie, but no matter how much he tried to fight, they got him. You didn’t see it happen because he basically screamed at you, he wanted you to leave.

“Go with the others!” he shouted over the high pitched sounds of the black creatures. “I got this!”

“I’m not leaving you here!” you screamed back, holding your wrist.

“You’re hurt!” he didn’t even bother to look at you, too focused on saving himself now, but knew about the blood falling from your head and your knees. “I’ll distract these fuckers! GO!”

So you ran. Why the fuck did you do that?

Why didn’t you stay with him? Why didn’t you help? Why? Why? Why? You kept asking yourself that every night while crying yourself to sleep. It was guilt. You kept feeling guilty of listening to him that night. That’s what he asked you to do, but you shouldn’t have done that, ‘cause you were probably never going to see Eddie again unless it was inside a coffin, if his body was ever found.

You tried to come back after you realized what happened, tried to look for him, the tiniest piece of hope told you that he might be still alive, still waiting for someone to lift him up and drag him with all those hurt people. But no one would let you. It was too late, and too dangerous. Vecna had taken control now, and there was no turning back.

The days were okay, but the nights turned grey, black and red. It reminded you all the time about that horrible night, like you were still there. You tried to stay at home with your family when the nights fell, and your friend knew that, even Dustin, who called you one Tuesday night, heavy breathing and some horrible background noise making it almost impossible to hear him.

“Dustin, what’s happening?” you asked “Is something wrong?”

“(y/n)…” he said, and let another heavy breath exhale from his chest. “It’s Eddie. He’s here, at Hawkins, Mike’s house, on the basement… but something happened to him. W-we don’t know, but he’s, he’s alive”

“Henderson, stop playing, this isn’t fucking funny” you angrily said at the teenager while feeling hot tears almost spill from your eyes. Your hand gripped the phone tighter.

“I’m not lying!” he swore on his life before passing the phone to the house owner. Mike asked you to go his house, and he totally convinced you when he said; “See it and you’ll believe it”

You took your bike as fast as you could without waking up your parents, and hopped on it. Your legs burned with the fast pace you were driving, but you couldn’t go any slower. Not because of the fear of getting caught by some creature, but for the need of seeing Eddie again.

“Okay, we gotta tell you” Mike and Dustin kept you out of the basement and closed the door behind them. “There’s something weirdly wrong with him” Mike said, his hands shakes after taking a look on Dustin’s face; the curly haired boy looked so tired, like he never even slept after Hawkins collapsed. “He has fangs”

“Fangs?”

“Fangs” they both confirmed.

They warned you again about how aggressive he was being down there, and you heard him. You heard Steve silently screaming, and Robin trying to calm him down. You couldn’t imagine Eddie in that situation; aggressive, with fangs, and handcuffed?

You slowly made your way downstairs with the boys behind you. Steve immediately lifted his head when he saw your figure, a brief relief on his face. He was holding a pan on his hand, and some keys on the other. “We knocked him out and handcuffed him” he let go of the keys and they softly laid in your hands. Eddie was with his hands up, handcuffed to some old closet. He was almost shirtless, if you could call the piece of shirt he was wearing, a shirt. “But he woke up” he said while pointing his head with the pan.

Eddie growled like a fucking beast.

You stopped midway, scared. Was he not able to speak? Was some part of Vecna inside him? You had so many questions you didn’t even realize Eddie was staring at you. Your lost eyes, tired, and shiny with tears. He slowly started to breath normally, lips closing and red eyes, turning slightly brown again, the same soft brown that you fell in love with the first day that he smiled at you, shining.

Your eyes widened when he called your name. It was barely a whisper, but everyone was able to hear it, because now they were all looking at you, waiting for something to happen. Your feet walked down the stairs again, slowly, trying not to scare him, like he was a dog they just rescued. His torso was bloody, and his mouth too. That bandana you gave him was long lost God knows where, because his hair was a total mess. Not the good mess that he always had it on, but a really bad one. Dirty, and kinda bloody too on the ends.

By the time you were at the end of the stairs, Eddie almost jumped at you, desperate, but quickly the handcuffs kept him in place. Everyone gasped at the sudden movement, and so did you. Then he went calm again; he was acting just like a dog. Barking and crying, barking and crying.

“Let’s give some space” Robin said to the others, while they all decided to stay as far away from Eddie as possible, behind you. You kept walking towards him, and his eyes softened when you kneeled in front of him, right at the end of his feet. Eyes glassy and with a shaking bottom lip, he called your name again.

“I’m scared, please” he whispered “I-I don’t know what’s happening to me, I-… I’m thirsty”

“You’re thirsty?” you softly asked, eyebrows pinched together. Eddie nodded harshly, and the soft tingle of the handcuffs made the other take another step back.

“Y-yes, but not… not that kind. It’s like-…” his voice was low, almost like his throat was sore and red from not speaking in a million years. A fat tear fell from his eye and trailed all the way to his neck. “I need help, please, what’s happening to me?”

“Hey, Eds” you softly called. Your right hand got close to his face, trying to shed the tear away, but everything happened so fast… Eddie jumped again and you felt the very little touch of his lips against your wrist, you screamed and fell to the floor, feet kicking nothing while you crawled backwards until hitting your back on someone’s legs. Eddie’s eyes turned a dark red and his fangs started to grow with every growl from the end of his throat. He was acting wild again, almost breaking the old closet that held him and drops of blood were falling into his chest, staining the white skin.

“Woah, woah! Hey!” Steve screamed at Eddie, pan in hand towards him and kneeling next to you, running an arm around your shoulders. “Back off!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Eddie cried, more tears falling from his red eyes. You noticed the cold, purple veins that appeared underneath his eyes, but only a glimpse of them, because he calmed down again, and his teeth went back to normal. “Please! Somebody help me…” he cried, head finally falling down and hitting his chin against his chest. Everyone stayed silent and heard him cry, no one did anything, too scared to even move. Except for Dustin.

The kid kept saying ‘Oh my God’ while looking for some old book on Mike’s shelf. The initials D&D were written at the front, but Dustin was quick to find a paragraph in between all those pages.

“What are you looking for?” Lucas asked, but his words were shut once he started reading along with Dustin. They both shared a scared look but you didn’t hear a word they said while reading it out to the other, too focused on looking at Eddie, still sobbing and physically hurt. The handcuffs were starting to get into his delicate skin.

You heard something about wrists and necks being a debility in humans, but could get blood from any animal. If Eddie was what you were thinking…

“A vampire?” Nancy asked to his brother. “Is that possible?”

“Demobats” you said. “It’s like bats but… he didn’t die from the bites. The bites turned him into… this” the words fell like grease from your tongue, like it was too easy and you already understood everything. Your muscles started to move again, trying to get to Eddie again, but Steve pulled you against his chest.

“No way, you’re staying here”

“For the love of God! Look at him!” you screamed getting out of Steve’s arms. “Doesn’t matter if he’s not human anymore, he’s hurt.”

The bites along his torso, back, legs and arms were looking disgusting and almost infected. You felt really bad for him. No matter how much he groaned, growled or screamed; Eddie was no monster to you. Still, for your own safety, they decided to tie his mouth with an old red bandana while you cleaned his scars.

Apparently he liked cold water, but the soft touch of your hand felt warm against his skin when you had to cut open his shirt. A yellow sponge quickly turned red while just cleaning his abdomen and chest, and no matter how much Eddie cried; you still wanted to clean his tears. But you couldn’t.

After cleaning him up, you went home. You laid in bed with a horrible feeling deep down in your chest; Eddie was back. But was it your Eddie? Was it the guy you secretly fell in love with? Was that creature ever going to smile the way Eddie did? Was he going to get back to the way he was? The days went by and Mike called you every morning and every night, while Steve made you little updates on Eddie while helping at school.

“He’s doing better, we took off the handcuffs” he explained after two weeks of having him tied down in different parts of Mike’s basement. You didn’t go back to his house, even tough you wanted to. You hated it, but you were scared now. “He uh… he’s eating red meat and, and animals”

You stopped your movement of cutting carrots and the tip of the big knife laid softly against the counter. “Animals?”

“Well, he does need blood, right? Besides, it’s something good for him, he’s not so skinny anymore”

“But, what is he eating?”

“Well, we found a dead fox in the woods so we gave him that” Steve explained, but the words were still stuck at the back of his throat. He gulped every time before talking and answering your questions. “Last night he was like a totally different person, uh, vampi… oh, jeez” he touched his nose with his fingers, totally forgetting he was just cutting onions. “He was different, okay? We went to the woods, me, him and Henderson and he couldn’t stop moving. I’m not kidding, he heard every little animal and ate like seven squirrels. Oh! And he runs like crazy, also jumps, like a monkey”. It only took you a few days to hear those things as something normal. Maybe it was because it was the only way for your brain to comprehend that Eddie was not dead. At least not at all.

On a friday night, you were organizing boxes of old clothes you owned to donate, when you heard a slight noise coming from the window. You turned around, but nothing was there. What else could it be at midnight? Maybe some bird, or a squirrel. You payed no attention to it at first, but when it happened a second time and now with the soft gush of something running in front of the window, you got scared.

Instead of waiting for something else to happen, you took the pair of big scissors from your desk’s drawer, and opened the window. Your head turned right; nothing. Then left; and you screamed.

“Shh, shh!” Eddie said “Calm down, it’s me”

“Eddie?” you whispered

“Yeah” he sounded suddenly embarrassed because deep inside, he knew that showing up to your house this way after weeks, was wrong.

“Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?”

“You gonna let me in or what? Your roof’s uncomfortable” he whined like a baby and after an eye roll and a loud sigh, you stepped back and let him in.

When his feet swiftly touched the ground, you crossed your arms in front of your chest and eyed him up and down. He was wearing a pair of ripped black jeans and a white —stained— t-shirt. His chains were still a part of his outfit, but the pick necklace was still missing. You got surprised by the fact that his muscles were bigger than before, and his skin was not so pale anymore. He looked healthier than ever.

“Wow… you look-…”

“Better?” he asked with a smile 10 miles wide. You barely nodded and he placed his hands on his back pocket, then turned around, taking a look of your room.

“Yeah” you whispered “What are you-… how did you know where I live?”

“Henderson” he briefly explained without looking to your direction now, too concentrated on admiring every little detail of your room. “This is not how I imagined your room” he said while swinging a little pink feather that hung from your ceiling, an old art project you never got to finish.

“Eddie…”

“Look at this” he laughed and pointed at a poster of Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd at the ‘Back to the Future’ set. “Didn’t know you were into these films”

He was acting like nothing happened, and that bothered you a lot. “Eddie” you said firmly, louder, and that finally got his attention. “What are you doing here?”

“Just uh…” he kicked a little paper ball laying on the ground “Just wanted to thank you. You know, for taking care of me” he bit his lip after, big brown puppy eyes looking at you through his long hair and big eyelashes.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I only helped once”

“Doesn’t matter” he sat on the bed, like it was his, and smiled a little. He placed his hands on his thighs. “You were the first to do it and that helped me too so, thank you”

“No problem. Did you-, did you eat?” you asked suddenly. His face scrunched up like a lost puppy, and he turned his head slightly to the side, staring at you. “There’s some meat in the kitchen” you explained pointing behind you with your thumb, even though the kitchen was downstairs.

His gaze changed again. “I’m good. Just had dinner”

“Oh” you whispered again and fixed a stray of your hair that had fallen out of place. Eddie tapped twice with his hand on his side, on the bed. A sweet ‘tud, tud’ that invited you to sit next to him. You slowly approached him. “How are the scars?” you asked when you got comfortable enough.

“They’re alright” he answered, lifting his shirt slightly, showing you the little skin that was still recovering from the attack. You caught yourself looking at his soft a tummy for more time than you would allow yourself. “Wished they were more badass”

“Seems like you got used to this pretty quickly, huh?” you tried to laugh, but a weak smile is all you could give now.

“Yeah… there’s not much I could do, you know?” he asked you while tugging his shirt down again. His hands placed together on his lap. “This is what was suppose to happen to me so… why keep crying about it?” it seemed like he asked himself that question lots of time. This was not the Eddie that you saw weeks ago, not the one that was crying all the time because he needed help, because he wanted to go back to the way he was, he was different.

But he was fine. And what else could you do once you realized that he already assumed this was his destiny?

“You’re right” you nodded while looking at your own hands in your lap, twirling the loose strand of thread that fell from the bottom of your pajama shorts. “Do you feel any different?” you asked.

He nodded towards your director, only taking his sight away to look at his arms when describing how strong he was now. “Yeah, kinda. I’m stronger and uh, faster, feels like I’m lighter. Got used to hearing every single thing happening down the block”

“You hear everything?” your eyes widened slightly.

“I can literally hear how your dad snorts downstairs and what that old lady is screaming to his husband about”

You laughed softly, and that made him laugh too. The last time you both shared a laugh was before spring break, at the bleachers where nobody saw you. You shared your lunch with him because he accidentally told you he only bought a small bag of pretzels for that day, and you basically forced him to eat half of your egg sandwich and a little bit of coke to refresh his throat. He burped like crazy that day, making you laugh every single time.

When the laughter turned silent, you slowly turned your whole body to him, legs crossing on the bed and one of your knees barely touched the rough fabric of his black jeans. You played with your fingers before asking…

“Did you bump into Wayne?”

Eddie gulped slightly, and you regretted asking that question. Too personal. As much as you liked Eddie, and apparently he liked you too —even though you never confessed your feelings to each other— you never shared anything too personal, not yet. You felt like you crossed the line for a second, but Eddie threw his head down and denied. “No. I don’t-, I don’t wanna scare him. The police is looking for me, remember? This is still ‘haunt the freak’ ” his fingers moved nervously and his knuckles cracked while saying that, and you swore you heard the slightest voice crack deep inside.

“Yeah, but… your uncle wouldn’t say a word and, you’ll be safe” you played with the little chains on his jeans.

“Still, I don’t wanna put him in that situation. I’ll send him a note or something” he closed his eyes, trying not to imagine his uncle looking for him everyday. In the woods, in the city, at the burned library, anywhere. “So how are you?” he asked trying to change the subject, and you didn’t stop him. “How’s your hand?” his fingers pointed your previous almost broken wrist, and you softly wiggled it in front of him.

“Oh, it’s okay now”

“I’m sorry for almost biting your hand off” his lips curled into a sad looking expression.

“It’s fine” you laughed softly, getting lost in his eyes. Even if he didn’t say sorry, you knew he was just by looking at him. His eyes never lied.

“It was just… I haven’t eaten in days and, and your smell…” his words stopped there for what it felt like ages. He waited for you to ask something, to laugh, to say anything, but you stayed just as frozen as he did, and quickly shook his head off, letting a little wheeze fall out of his chest, laughing. “forget it”

But you were curious now. “No, what?” you grabbed his arm, slightly. The warmth of your hand contrasting with the coldness of his skin “My smell?”

“Your blood” he explained, voice louder than he expected. He felt a tight knot on his throat desperately trying to come out and the only way, was explaining it to you. “Human blood is different from animal blood, it’s stronger, it’s like, like when you put condiment on the steak”

That example was a little weak, but you took it anyways.

“Does it taste different?”

“I… don’t know. Haven’t tried it” he laughed and made you some funny face, as if that fact was obvious.

“Yeah, sure” you sounded confused, but in fact, you were just trying to get the pieces in your head, at a really slow pace. Eddie laughed again, louder this time, and bumped your shoulder softly with his fist.

“What? You think I would drink blood out of a corpse or something?”

“I don’t know!” you laughed too, shaking the nervousness out of your system. “Steve’s been telling me everything you did, wouldn’t be surprised if you bumped into some dead cop and drank his blood”

“Ew, what if he had aids?”

“Eddie!” you whispered a little scream which made you both laugh again. It was at moments like these were you felt it was really easy for you to fall in love.

It was the little things for you. The laughs, the touches, even the way you met. You were studying so hard for an exam you didn’t even see someone bigger than you was walking your way just as distracted as you, and that’s when Eddie bumped into your body, making all papers and books fall to the ground.

He apologized like crazy, and that made you laugh too. What you didn’t know is that Eddie was never like that with anymore, but he fell in love with you way before you met.

Still, that’s another story.

He suddenly got closer to you on the bed, almost copying your position, but still keeping one foot on the ground, in case he had to run and hide for some shit.

Eddie kept his head down, slowly letting his hands touch your ankles, giving it little squeezes like massages and trying to enjoy the most out of this moment. He didn’t know when you would see each other again. With a call of his name, he lifted his head towards you and hummed, waiting for you to ask whatever it is that you wanted to know. He understood that you had a lot of questions.

“How do I smell now?”

He seemed to be taken by surprise. A sharp breath went through his nose before answering you, mouth opening and closing again just to repeat the same action, almost as if the words couldn’t come out. “G-good, yeah” he nodded a little, playing with the holes in his jeans, dipping his hands under the denim, then out of it.

“It looks like you’re trying to… control yourself”

“I am” he admits. For a few seconds, he took a look at your neck. Pretty, he thought. Decorated with a light gold necklace, and that little vein that popped out quite easily every time you spoke; he didn’t pay much attention to it until now. “I haven’t been around many people these past weeks but, your smell is different from others” he said looking into your eyes again, as hard as it was for him.

“How?”

You asked a lot of questions.

“I don’t know. It’s just different, a different smell. It’s still inside the human blood thing but you’re like-, like sweeter?”

“Sweeter?”

“Yeah” he then explained how it was like smelling a vanilla perfume in a store full of coco ones, it was a slight difference, but could still be distinguished. “I’ve been practicing and now I can control when to stop so don’t worry, I won’t bite your neck” he smiled warmly at you when he realized how worried you were looking now.

You barely smiled, and whispered. “So you can stop when you want?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

The silence was dominant again. It was not uncomfortable, but Eddie knew you wanted to ask something else. Apart from all the new things he could do, he realized that his intuition was stronger than ever, and he was right almost 95% of the time, so he waited. He was patient while looking at your lines, your features.

He heard the beat of your heart. It was slow, chilling, not nervous or scared at all, and that made his chest fill up with joy. You were not scared of him, not even after he accidentally attacked you. You were still the same girl he fell head over heels for.

God, he wanted to kiss you right there.

“Eddie, does your heart beat?”

But that question was not what he was expecting.

He knew it was coming. Everyone that saw him asked him the same thing, Harrington, Henderson, Sinclair, even both Wheelers. Robin didn’t even ask, she just placed her hand on Eddie’s chest looking for a heartbeat and praying he wouldn’t eat her hand on one single bite.

“Wanna feel?”

You didn’t answer, not as quickly as he thought you would, someone as curious as you. His cold hand took yours, slightly lifting it from your knee. His eyes never left yours when he pulled up his shirt again, letting you feel his cold skin while your hand went up, up, up, until it reached his chest. He placed your hand where the heart is, and pressed his palm over it.

He saw your eyes closing, as if that would help you into concentrating more, trying to feel the vibration against your palm a little bit harder.

It almost didn’t.

You knew that Eddie’s heart had to beat. He drank blood in the morning, day, and night, how could it not beat? That’s what the heart needs, right? It needs blood to beat, and vampires need blood to survive. Still, you didn’t feel anything. Your palm was just heating up his chest, while you patiently waited for at least a little beat. You tried counting the seconds; his heart was beating awfully slow.

You didn’t like it.

“It almost doesn’t” your voice cracked, and the tears that you didn’t know you held, fell to your legs in a fast way. Your hand didn’t leave, trying to feel another beat; another signal that he could still be alive. “So, you’re dead?” you lifted your gaze, now really crying and letting him see it.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart” his voice calmed you down and only at that moment, you saw he was about to cry too. His hands took both of your cheeks, cupping your face in his big hands. His thumbs started circling the smooth skin, and letting a few teardrops disappear into his own rough skin. “I’m here”

“Yeah but you’re not… you’re not alive” you sobbed, letting all the weight of your face fall into his hands. You were weak for him, practically letting him swallow you whole if he wanted to. Eddie was your support, but it didn’t feel right.

“I am. Blood keeps me alive” he explained to you, like you didn’t know already.

“But you don’t have enough” you said with worry in your voice. Your brain cickled after you said it. The blood he was drinking wasn’t enough. “If you had, your heart would beat faster, right? ”

“That’s true, I don’t have enough”. What was the point of lying to make you stop crying, anyways? “But I feel fine, I’m not gonna die anytime soon. You won’t get rid of me that easily” he swiped your cheeks one more time before putting your hair behind your ears. For a brief moment, you imagined him still young in forty years, driving a car going somewhere where he had to start all over again; and you weren’t part of it.

You wanted Eddie to live his best life, because as he said, he was not leaving anytime soon.

He deserved something better. He deserved someone to give him what he needed, and everyone starts with something, right? Even if it’s the slightest thing… it could mean the word to the one who is receiving.

You builded courage one more time, letting now your hand travel to his right cheek. The rough skin of his shaved face against the smoothness of your own hand was all he needed. Just a little touch of you, a little smell, a feeling, that was enough for him. He didn’t need any more.

“Can you bite me?”

Specially, not that.

“What?” he asked, low voice ringing in your ears. You gulped, Eddie was not happy, but there was also no turning back now. You already asked, and he clearly heard, so you repeated, firmly this time;

“Bite me”

He stared at you deeply. His eyes were not showing anything else more than anger this time. His hand removed yours from his face, and got up from the bed. “Please don’t ever repeat that” he said with a harsh, mean tone, almost making you cry again.

“Eddie, I mean it” you whined while your gaze followed every step he made, getting away from you.

“Yeah I fucking mean it too. Don’t ask me to do that to you.” His voice raised a little as he stood by the window, forehead almost bumping into the cold glass. A hand went through his messy hair, tugging slightly.

“Why not? You need it”

“Yeah so you gonna make yourself my personal blood tank?” he turned to you, more feral this time. He heard the beat of your heart go faster, getting scared. His pupils were blown as he looked at you, so he turned his head back to the sight of your porch.

You stayed silent for a minute, watching him as you made sure he had calmed down when you started walking towards him. He flinched a little when your hand laid on his shoulder, but quickly remembered he was not the one that should be scared.

“Eddie” your sweet voice whispered, too close for his vampire sense liking, but didn’t bother to let you know. His face turned to you, penetrating your soul through his eyes. “You can control it, remember?”

“Yeah but you’re different. I told you. What if I don’t stop?” he asked, and it was the most serious question he ever made you. You really started thinking, what if he started to just drain all the blood from your body? What if your parents found your dead body on the bed the next morning? “What if I can’t? If I get addicted to it?”

He was genuinely concerned. He didn’t want to hurt you at all, already feeling guilty enough for almost biting your hand off. Still, your desire to help him was bigger than anything. Could vampires hypnotize? Because you felt that way, completely putty in his hands and he didn’t even kiss you. Or touched you.

“You won’t kill me”

Maybe Eddie was easy to convince, or you just had a gift, because as quickly as he left the bed, he went back, his own body dragged to it by your hand. He sat again, already knowing what was coming. The blood running through his ears, God, he could feel it. If he was still human, he would be sweating like crazy. But if he was human, he wouldn’t be in your bed, almost sucking your blood.

“Wrist or neck?”

“Huh?”. It came as a low whimper, like a lost kid in a big city, alone, and a big old man just bumped into him asking him where his mother was.

“Dustin came the other day and we spoke. He said there’s different spots in the human body where blood smell stronger because of the thin layer of skin so that’s why you attacked me” you explained in just one breath. Eddie would have made a joke about how smart you were starting to get, or how fast your little mouth can speak, but he kept the jokes to himself. His mouth stayed open, still looking at you. “Choose. Wrist or neck?”. Your voice shook him out of his trance.

“Wrist” he said without thinking. You squeezed yourself closer to him, slowly dragging your hand up, close to his face. He grabbed it, and then his other hand grabbed your forearm, squeezing lightly, like a small massage. “Tell me when to stop, okay?”. You nodded more than once to let him know that it was okay, that you wanted this. He learned when to let his fangs come out, and it hurt him, you knew it. Eddie hissed slightly but ducked his face lower into your hand. You could touch his left cheek with your palm, smoothing with some imaginary circles on his skin. “Jesus, you-… you smell really good” he almost whimpered, just as his pink lips barely touched your skin.

You felt goosebumps along your arms as you felt his mouth grow wider and the little pressure against your wrist feel tighter every time. It stung, it fucking stung. You bit your bottom lips to avoid a little whimper scape from your mouth; you didn’t want Eddie to stop and feel scared. You should’ve been the one scared, but since you weren’t, everything was fine.

His teeth had deepened inside you with ease, and you could feel the little throb of your small wound with every suck from Eddie’s lips. Apparently vampires could drink blood in a much faster way that you expected. You could hear the blood leaving your body and entering your friend’s mouth, and how loudly he was gulping.

His hands gripped your arm tighter as your eyes started to close involuntarily, feeling dizzy, but your heart was beating faster because of the fear of passing out. If you did, and your warm body laid on the bed for the next few minutes, would Eddie be able to stop?

You trusted he would, but you needed him to stop.

“Okay, you can stop now”

He didn’t.

“Eddie” you whined. The sound must have being annoying to him, or something that just encouraged him to keep going, because he groaned and he just sucked again, harder this time. A small scream and a sniff escaped your lips. Your hand went to grab his hair, trying to pull him. “Eddie, stop” you said louder, but still aware of your parents sleeping downstairs, trying not to wake them up. But how else would you get Eddie to stop? Fuck, this was starting to worry you. You looked around, looking for something to hit him with. Nothing could work, not your notebook, or your little plastic cup of water, or your small perfume. Your heart was starting to bump against your back now, and the breath of your lungs started to leave much faster. As scared as you were, you lifted your foot up and right where you knew, it had to hurt. “Stop!”. You screamed, hoping it wouldn’t wake your parents up, and Eddie backed away.

Some blood drops from your hand and his mouth fell into the covers. Eddie tried to contain himself from licking them, and focused his eyes on you. You were scared by his red eyes, his black veins on his face and his bloody lips. You grabbed your wrist and pressured. As you tried not to cry from the pain and the fear, you walked to the closet and started looking for some old shirt that could stop the thin bleeding.

You found an old hairband that was just perfect to pressure your wrist and stop the bleeding. You still didn’t look at him, he could only see your back and the way your shoulders went up, down, up, down and your breathing started to control again.

“I’m sorry” is all he said. He wiped off the fresh blood on his lips as his sight focused again.

“Don’t worry” you answered. No matter how scared and hurt you were, your voice was still sweet like honey, and smooth. He hated that, he hated the way you wouldn’t show your vulnerability against him.

“Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that” he grabbed his head, looking down to his tights.

“I offered” you fought back.

“Yeah, it was fucking stupid”

“Excuse me?” you turned around, hand still grabbing your wrist. You had wiped the tears that fell down your cheeks, but Eddie could still see the little wet line that drew your face. It was not much time that he looked at your direction, because he grabbed his tongue, scared, and shaking.

“I- I can’t get it out of my tongue” his voice stuttered. His fingers touched the wet muscle, as if that would pull away the taste of your warm red liquid. “I should’ve said no” he voiced to himself, pulling his hair again. You just stood there, staring, as his eyes turned brown again and the softness of his puppy gaze. You were frozen in place, not really waiting for anything to happen. “Let’s not do that again”

“But what if you need it?” your worry was shown again.

“I don’t fucking care and you shouldn’t care either” his voice raised but quickly apologized when you put your finger over your lips, silencing him.

“Well, sorry, genius, but that’s impossible” your arms fell to the side of your body again with a soft ‘thud’ as you stood closer this time.

“Why?” he said with clear annoyance.

“Because I like you!” your voice raised slightly and you stepped to him again. He stayed silent, letting his hands fall to his legs. You stood there with sudden fear, too scared to even keep talking about your feeling without him making fun of you or telling you he didn’t feel the same way. But was that so important now? Probably not. His life just took a dramatic turn by turning into a fantasy creature, what could be worse? “I’ve liked you for months, okay? Now if you can’t understand that, I’m sorry. I can’t be more clear”

He slowly got up, creeping his way to you. His footsteps were heavy towards you. You stayed silent as his eyes hypnotized you, like a little lamb in the woods, lost, who just found something so mesmerizing that no pair of eyes could stop looking at. Eddie was all that. He was so perfect, no matter who he was, what he was doing, or what he has become. Eddie was still Eddie. “I like you too” his hot whisper brushed your mouth as he stood so close to you that it almost felt like he was about to kiss you. “But I need more, baby” He called you as both of his cold hands grabbed your elbows, softly drawing circles on them. It was true, and he had to tell you. Of course he liked you too, but that was not going to be enough for him. “I need you… can I have you?”

Your face tilted to the side just as fast as his hand touched your cheek. Your eyes closed, feeling the soft yet cold touch of the boy you loved over your skin and barely wet skin. Your heart was beating fast with excitement, and Eddie could hear it. Maybe it was because of the fear of this new thing, or maybe it was because you were preparing yourself for what you were about to say.

If Eddie could read minds, his surprise wouldn’t be so big when you said;

“Eddie, I’m yours”

His mouth went dry and he was sure that something in his eyes changed, because your eyes widened slightly and your breath hitched.

“Say that again” he demanded.

You smiled softly, cherry lips barely touching the palm of his hand when you repeated, “I’m your-…”

He didn’t give you any time to finish when he crushed his lips to yours, devouring you. It was desperate, not what you expected. You imagined that your first kiss with Eddie would be much sweeter, maybe even with a taste of your cherry chapstick or the smoke of his cigarettes but still, this was just enough.

You almost couldn’t keep up with his fast rhythm, but you enjoyed every single second of it. Your arms wrapped around his neck with ease as he gripped your waist. Fuck, he didn’t remember that kissing someone felt this good. Was it because it was you? Was it because he could feel things much more? Was it both?

Oh, come on, like he cared now. He just wanted to kiss you and never stop.

“Your taste is so good. So fucking good” He whimpered while his hands roamed around everything he could grab; your waist, your arms, your neck, your back, your ass. Those little pajama shorts were driving him crazy. Just by remembering the sweet taste of your red blood, it made him go crazy. He wanted more even though he knew he couldn’t, but maybe that’s just how love was, or at least, for him. He wanted to have you for so long, but couldn’t do it and now… you were all his. All those desperate moments in which he thought, “I need her”, were just a reminder about how close he had you now, and never wanted to let you go. He smiled when a little soft moan escaped your lips as his rough hands grabbed your hips. He walked backwards as you followed, pushing his chest slightly. “Does she taste good too?” Eddie playfully asked when his hand cupped your heat. An extremely hot and proud smile creeped on his lips.

You smiled back, trying not to whimper. “Find out yourself”

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Your post about that dialogue from Gotham Knights (the game) made me think back on how much I miss Bruce and Dick's relationship tbh. Like obv it was never the healthiest thing ever, and Bruce was always emotionally constipated, but it always felt a little more... equal? Recently it's just felt so toxic, like Bruce will be an asshole, and Dick will be hurt by it but will still come back to him and will remove the burden of Bruce apologizing for anything from him. Like the scene between them in Nightwing 100, where Bruce is rightfully apologizing for his crap and Dick says he doesn't have to. I do like that scene (even if it was over the top), but that's not right. Like, no sir, he has a lot to apologize for lmao. But that's literally been their dynamic for so long. Whenever Bruce should be called out, Dick just forgives him and Bruce goes back to doing the same old shit again, and Dick forgives him again, and rinse and repeat.

Honestly, it feels like whoever wrote those scenes took a look at that one meme of Batman slapping Robin and said "hey, they like that, let's do that!" Like, you can't go a long time without Bruce hitting Dick. Because they think fans eat that shit up ig. They are so attached to their shock value Bruce and Dick fights and their image of brooding Bruce that they won't address their fucked-up relationship and won't change the status quo. We have gotten many scenes of them being great together and having sweet moments, but those all feel tainted by the rest of it. It's as recent as the amnesia arc where Bruce re-traumatized Dick and then didn't help him when he was living in his car and then pretty much emotionally manipulated him to become Nightwing again. Recent comics really have forgotten what Batman is about.

And it sucks, because Dick is my fave of all faves, but I also love the hell out of Bruce Wayne, and it's so sad to see him be reduced to this... only brooding, borderline abusive asshole. They won't let him grow or develop. I don't mind conflict, and I like that they have a complicated relationship. I didn't even mind Bruce punching Dick, because it's interesting. Once was fine, twice was fine, the same thing happening all the time without addressing it and with no change across years is kind of a problem. I'm only keeping up with the Nightwing run out of loyalty to my boy, but from what I've heard of the events that are happening outside of that, it seems that they are having issues again, and I'm waiting for the next Batman issue that features Nightwing to also feature another punch or something. It's always Bruce being coddled by the story and never being asked to make the step forward, it's always Dick that has to give in and make Bruce feels better about his flaws and free him of any responsibility for his actions even when it's time for Bruce to step up and grow up.

It's why I prefer the animated adaptations or the retellings. I think world's finest did a good job with their relationship, I feel like Robin: Year 1 from back in the day did too, and Young Justice animated for its many flaws has a solid dynamic between them. They still have a complicated relationship, but it isn't so dramatically awful. It allows for a more balanced and well-rounded portrayal of the character when you aren't pandering to some people by flanderizing the character ig. Anyway, sorry for ranting, you're like my fave Dick Grayson blog so I just wanted to share. Hope this wasn't a bother.

No yeah I hated that aspect of Nightwing #100. If TT wanted to do a scene like that, he should’ve built up a conflict between Dick and Bruce to give us some context as to some type of thing Bruce actually needed to apologize for. Then he could’ve had Bruce apologize, Dick accept the apology, and end it with that reconciliation.

Instead, he just had Bruce apologize like, “I’m sorry I failed you, I’m sorry I pushed you away, I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like I wasn’t proud of you,” which would’ve hit much harder if, again, they had shown some kind of recent conflict between Bruce and Dick to warrant that sudden apology. And for Dick to then express his own hurt and such over said conflict. And then for them to come to some reconciliation. But yeah it’s very unsatisfying for Bruce to just list things he’s sorry for, and for Dick to hug him and just reassure Bruce. Like nooo let Bruce feel bad. Let Dick feel bad because of what Bruce did to him. Let Dick be angry. Let them both hurt. Then let them heal.

As for the amnesia arc, I feel like they really did a disservice to Bruce by not focusing enough on his trauma from the sniper incident. If they really stressed how much it traumatized him and then showed how his actions were effected by that (like giving him a dire need to have Dick return to normal bc otherwise it’s like Dick just died in his arms on that rooftop) then that is much more sad and compelling, and we can at least kind of see where Bruce is coming from by showing Dick the sniper video (though it would’ve been better if they just… hadn’t done that all).

If I had been writing that issue, I would’ve had it from Bruce’s POV where he would’ve constantly been in a state of flashbacks. Like seeing his parents getting killed and then comparing it to Dick getting shot. And then having flashbacks of Dick when he was younger but then Bruce imagining that Dick keeps getting shot in the head in each of those memories. And all of that literally just like… pushing Bruce over the edge. And then of course when Dick wakes up and asks Bruce “Who are you?” Bruce spirals even further. And we see his descent to this very isolated and dark place where he just wants his son back at all costs. That would’ve been waaaaay more interesting. Extremely dark ofc. But interesting.

Yeah the comic Dick and Bruce relationship can definitely be toxic (and I’m not totally opposed to that bc I think it makes things interesting between them), and there are animated shows that show them in a more balanced light. The Batman (2004) is one of those shows as well. Dick was Robin then ofc, and Bruce wasn’t so dark at that point in life. But when you watch shows like that, it reminds you of the character Bruce is supposed to be, and it reminds you of what you like the most about him. So definitely nice to watch shows like that sometimes to remind yourself of the Bruce Wayne that exists outside of modern comics.

#and no worries--not a bother at all!#Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #anon

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UNTOUCHABLE, jey uso.

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warnings: curse words, cigarettes, alcohol, substances, parties, flirting, platonic relationship, implied sexual activities

tags: it’s an all girls-all boys campus party bash! college!au, and all those campus things… (y/n) isn't like other girls she's emo leave her alone, 10 things i hate about you situation

summary: you were totally untouchable to him

BEING in an all-girls campus was probably the worst decision your parents had ever made for you. you were in another state, far away from your comfort zone. it was your third year, one more year to go before you could escape this hellhole. “HELL YEAH, 86 BABY!” your thoughts were cut-off by your best friend’s voice. “that's what you get for studying non-stop." you smiled. "fuck, i'm finally free from mr. smith's wrath... my saturdays are gonna be wild again!"

the campus ground was divided by several groups. to your luck, you were put in the girls building with all of your sorority girl friends. on the other side of your ground was the boys building. the barrier didn't stop them from throwing huge parties, inviting everyone the could see or talk to. your roommate, becky, was one of the most popular girl you could ever think of. contrary to the 'it girl' image she had, she was a sweetheart. her boyfriend, on the other hand–was a lot. the lovebirds were your closest friends, you'd take a bullet for them.

people couldn't believe that you were in damage ctrl, the college's top sorority. truth be told, you were dragged by becky since her mother’s sister was the one who founded the club. you took a role in academics, helping everyone with their grades–you were quite the tutor for everyone. even the members of the fraternity respected you and occasionally asked for your help.

outside of your studies, you didn't have the presence that becky and seth had. sure, people turned their heads when they see you, but no one ever had the guts to talk to you. except for this mullet emo dude chewing his pasta in front of you. "you should start selling these, (y/n)." dominik praised your cooking skills. "can you please shut up, i'm trying to study." you groaned in despair. "we're literally hanging out and you still choose your books over me?" dominik was your first friend, a year older than you. he was in the same year as seth, finishing up his thesis. "i am looking up qualitative theories for your thesis, do you want me to help you or not?" "right, comrade. i'll just shut up."

"are you coming tonight?" it was a rhetorical question. of course you weren't coming to seth's party. "no, i am not." becky came to the park after her classes, she was sitting on the grass with you and dominik. "see, told you she wasn't coming." dom rolled his eyes. "she never comes to the bloodline frat parties." he continued. "that's because i stopped partying when i was 18." you used to be a party animal back in your younger days, you grew tired of the scene. "boo, i wish we were friends in high school." "dominik, i went to an all-girls private school."

"i mean, jey's definitely gonna be there." becky winked at you. "becks, that was like 2 years ago." you rolled your eyes. "shit, right. i remember you having a crush on him. that was so funny, he's like... totally not your type." you threw your book at dominik, earning a groan. "ow, that hurts! i'm telling the truth right here." you had flashbacks during your first year where you fawned over a certain senior who had arms covered with tattoos, always wearing a chain necklace, and a stupid fucking smile that made your heart beat faster than usual.

the three of you continued the conversation, when all the sudden you heard a menacing laugh coming from behind you. you immediately knew who it was. "SETH, IF YOU PULL MY HAIR ONCE AGAIN, I WILL ACTUALLY SMACK YOU!" right before he could lay his hands on your hair, he backed off. "awwww, that sucks!" he went over to sit next to his girlfriend, giving her a kiss. "hey babe, we were just talking about your party." becky said. "(y/n) is coming?" you shook your head. "as usual. what are your plans for tonight then?" he asked. "i'm going to town to pick up some books professor heyman asked me to get."

seth was the top frat boy of the bloodline. everyone knew the bloodline threw wild parties and tonight? it was one of the biggest since they were all going to graduate soon. "well, if you change your mind the password for tonight is 'don't tell my mom i fucked cody rhodes last night'." he winked. "was originally gonna be '(y/n) (l/n) helped me with my thesis' but we don't want you to kill us." dominik chuckled. "fuck off." you groaned. "we know you love us, (y/n)."

you were getting ready for your short trip to town. you looked at the mirror and fixed your outfit; dom's black jacket (that you took when he wasn't looking), a black tanktop, your favorite corduroy flare pants, and a pair of boots that becky and seth gave you for your birthday present this year. "you look too good to go to a fucking library." becky shouted from her room. "who knows i might meet a hot professor there?" she cringed at your sentence. "be careful okay? oh, no one's gonna be home because we're all going to the party." you nodded. "don't forget to leave the keys inside the flowerpot."

and like usual, becky forgot to put the fucking keys inside the flowerpot. you cursed under your breath, trying your best to call the entire sorority, only to receive nothing but voicemails. you had no other choice than to go there. "here goes nothing." you muttered. the walk to the frat house was thrilling. you had to hide behind a bush, a trashcan, and a tree because of the night-guards.

“password?” the frat boy asked. “don’t tell my mom i fucked cody rhodes last night.” you replied, remembering the password seth gave you earlier. the frat boy opened the door and you knew that you were going to have a very bad time. you scanned the crowd, looking for your orange-haired friend as she was nowhere to be seen. you spotted similar faces, trying your best to avoid them.

people were confused when they saw you stepping inside the house. it was a very rare occurrence for you to be spotted in a function. “oh shit dude, that’s (y/n).” you heard whispers when you passed by. “fuck, where the hell are you becky?” you were still trying to call her to no avail. you did not care about the people staring at you, you really needed the keys. the music was loud, it smelled like weed, and everyone was just having the time of their lives. everyone except for you.

you were squinting your eyes, looking for your friend, until a certain mullet-boy pulled the back of your jacket. “familiar jacket you got there, what are you doing here pretty girl?” you were relieved to see one of your closest friends in this fiasco. “thank god you're here, i’m looking for becky!” you shouted. “why are you looking for her?” he furrowed his brows. “she has the dorm keys!” you replied. “everyone’s here and i can’t fucking go back!” you continued.

“just stay in my room, here are my keys!” he pulled out his carabiner full of keys. you shook your head. “your room smells like weed and piss and the last time i slept there were roaches.” you joked. “hey, i have the cleanest room in the boys dorm.” he defended himself. "can you please help me look for becky? please?" his grin turned menacing. "okay," dominik paused for a second. "if you enjoy your time here."

hence the cup in your hands, you were still looking for your best friend. dominik dragged you around, his hands intertwined with yours. everyone thought you were dating him, but it was totally a long-running joke between you, seth, becky, and him. "dom! you brought your girlfriend out of her shell?" you rolled your eyes when you saw the blond man. "shut up cody, i helped you pass your lit classes last month." you barked at him. "you're right, sorry. it's just weird seeing you here." he spoke louder. "i'm looking for becky, have you seen her?" cody shook his head. "i saw her when the party started, i think she's with either seth or kota!"

dominik patted your back, "poor you, it's okay we can find her." you were stressed out. you took a sip of the alcoholic drink in your cup, feeling the alcohol down your throat. "that's my girl!" dominik smiled, mimicking your actions. "fuck." you sighed. "yo, dom! come here!" one of his friends called him. "i'll help you find becky, stay right here." before you could say anything, he left you alone on the couch.

you felt someone sitting down next to you and you turned your attention to them. you made eye-contact with him, it was the frat leader, the final boss of every single fraternity of this town, jey uso. your heart skipped a beat. "and who are you?" his voice was loud and clear, despite the music blaring loudly. you furrowed your brows. of course he doesn't know me, you thought. you met him once during orientation, which was probably like 3 years ago. other than that, you didn't have any interactions with the leader.

"i'm (y/n)." you replied shortly, not paying attention to him. "shit, you're the one who helped seth with his thesis? the outcast damage ctrl girl?" you took offense in what he said, so you chose to ignore it. you were focusing on your phone, still trying your best to text the groupchat. "hey, you didn't hear what i said?" you looked up from your phone, facing jey again. "what?" you barked. he had this amused expression after he heard your tone. jey smirked as he knew that you weren't fawning over him.

everyone wanted him. everyone, but you.

to be honest, you couldn't really careless about the boys in your college. ever since you had a little crush on jey (which was a long time ago), you never took interest to any of them. if they approached you, you knew you could just say you were dating dominik. he was your wingman. "i said, who did you come here with?" jey repeated his question. "dominik." you were still focusing on your phone. "you're his girlfriend then?" you only nodded in response. "you know," jey paused for a second. "you can't really lie to me. your 'boyfriend' is literally flirting with rhea right now." you squinted your eyes, seeing dominik flirting with one of your friends. "shit." you muttered.

"i never see you in our parties, what brings you here, pretty girl?" it was clear that he was flirting with you. "i'm looking for becky." you admitted, hoping that he would have an idea about her whereabouts. "lynch? she's upstairs!" your eyes widened in surprise. "oh, thanks." you stood up from your seat, only to have him follow you. "i don't need you to help me, jey." you glared at him. "baby, this is a frat party. everyone's either drunk or horny, of course i'm gonna be a gentleman." he winked at you.

turns out, becky wasn't upstairs. you couldn't find her. you spotted your friends and asked if any of them had the dorm keys, but to your luck, becky had all of the keys, being the head-girl. "fucking hell." you muttered once again, still having jey following you. "you look like you need a drink." he passed you a red cup. you decided to let your guard down for a bit. might as well just get shit-faced while looking for becky, you thought. "don't try to get me drunk, uso." you glared at him once again. "i'm not! just offering you a drink." you took a shot of the alcoholic drink.

jey didn't know why he kept following you. earlier, he had girls swarming around him, wanting his attention–but as soon as he spotted you, all his attention diverted to you. he actually knew who you were. (y/n) (l/n), contradicting to all the assholes frat boys, he admired you. you were a year younger than him, but you were smarter than everyone in this frat house combined. “hi jey, you busy now?” one of the girls greeted him with a wink. “yeah, with (y/n) now.” he replied, nudging you. you side-eyed him, not knowing what to do.

“fuck was that?” “it’s tiring being most wanted.” jey replied with smirk. the people around you were unfamiliar, you saw a couple of your girls leaving with their boyfriends. you sighed as you took another sip of your drink. “you know what, i’m just gonna stay at the library.” jey immediately shook his head. “and do what? helping mr. heyman with his chores? fuck that, come on. have fun, it’s seth’s last party here.” he was right. seth was graduating soon and you didn’t even attend his parties till now. “i guess you’re right.” you replied, earning a grin from him.

the alcohol got a bit in your head. “i should stop drinking now.” jey noticed that your face was slightly red, he didn’t want you to go full drunk and have nowhere to stay, so he took your cup. “right, enough break time, you still wanna look for becky or do you want me to get dom?” you shook your head, feeling a bit fuzzy. “no, no! don’t get dom. he might take me to his weed-ridden room.” you pouted in annoyance. “please help me find becks.” jey couldn’t resist your stupid fucking pout. he helped you get off the chair, dragging you around–he felt bad now.

you were never one to go out a lot with your sorority girls, so pity flared inside him. you just wanted to go back. “yoooo, who are you with?” you turned your head around and spotted his twin. jimmy uso, college heartthrob that asked you for help in last year’s chemistry. “oh shit, (y/n)! you’re with my brother now?” jey shook his head. “nah man, trying to find becky or seth for her.” jimmy saw your tipsy state. “dawg, i hope you find them soon. last time i saw them was like 2 hours ago, you know how good they are in hiding.”

the situation became slightly overwhelming for you. you dropped jey’s hand. “jey, bro. it’s okay, enjoy the party. sorry i bothered you. i’ll just stay in the library till becky comes back, thanks for your help though.” there was a slight disappointment in his eyes. “it’s getting kinda crowded here too, you wanna bounce?” he stepped on his cigarette.

so there you were, in his car, driving up north to the nearest city beach to watch the sunrise. at first you declined, wanting to stay behind in the library as it was open 24/7. but it wasn’t safe. it was a public library and you were tipsy. you had no choice but to trust this frat boy who was bopping his head to mf doom. you were closing your eyes, your phone died, and you had no hopes in reaching becky. you just hoped that she was somewhere safe with her silly boyfriend.

“you alright there?” you opened your eyes. “yeah. shit, we’re here?” jey nodded, unbuckling his seatbelt. “come on, the sun is about to rise!” he smiled, opening the door for you. “god, calm down! i’m having a headache.” his hands intertwined with yours as he guided you to the beach. it was empty and you felt really comfortable. the warm breeze of the ocean tingled your skin, making you shiver a bit. “here, take my jacket.” you rolled your eyes and proceeded to chuckle. “that’s kinda cheesy, but i’ll take it. since it’s fucking freezing out here.”

the two of you sat in silence, the sounds waves filling up your eardrums. “you know, i like this beach.” he blurted out. “huh?” “i don't take people here. it's kinda like a secret spot when it gets overwhelming. i know i give off a fuckboy vibe or so, but i like being alone too. despite all the gossips about me, i’m just a law student trying to get my degree.” he chuckled, pouring his heart out. “and why are you telling me this?” you asked, feeling confused.

“don’t know, just feel like i needed to clear things up about myself.” you nodded at his statement. since you were already talking to him, you might as well spill your heart out. “i had a crush on you back in my first year. saw you during orientation and i thought ‘damn, that dude is hot’ but you were still dating… what was her name? felicia? yeah.” you admitted, feeling your cheeks heat up. you didn’t know if you were drunk or not but you just had to say it. “you’re lying.” jey stated. “am not! ask dominik, he knows all the tea.” you added.

“if we’re being honest with each other now,” jey played with the sand using his shoe. “i actually knew who you were. that talk at the party? that was all bullshit. i just wanted to talk to you, but you’re so untouchable.” jey confessed. he saw you as one of the girls he wouldn't mess around with. jey could get any girl he wanted, but you? with all of your achievements and this 'cold' persona? he didn't want to mess with you. the crush he had on you was pure and genuine.

you made eye-contact again with him, this time–he had a smile plastered on his face. “of course i knew who you were! damn, do you realize you have a lot of people looking up to you?” he questioned. “no, i do not.” “fuck, (y/n). all the boys want you.” the man sighed. “that doesn't matter to me.” the sun was rising up, causing the two of you to break eye-contact.

the scenery was breathtaking. jey uso was nervous, for the first time in his life. “gotta be honest, i had a crush on you too. i think it was your second year? but i thought you were dating dom so i backed off.” “no way, the dominik effect worked on some people.” you joked. the atmosphere became warmer as you felt him move closer to you. “i think my biggest regret was not talking to you in my remaining college years.” jey sighed, knowing that his time with you in the campus ground was limited.

“well, since we know each other now, how bout we start from the beginning? i’m (y/n), med student. a part of damage ctrl, i can probably do any assignments and can help you with all of your classes.” you offered him a hand. “and i’m jey uso, head-boy of the bloodline. i’m failing my classes and i recently developed a crush again on one of the sorority girls who can definitely kick my ass.” the two of you laughed at each other.

you continued talking to him about everything; life, academics, love, friendships, even your weird cousins. "it's getting so fucking cold, we should go back." jey suggested. "but becky..." you muttered. "you can stay in my room, i'll sneak you in from the window. the security won't check my floor. i can stay with jimmy." he sat up, brushing the sand from his pants. "actually, thinking about it. i wouldn't mind a jey uso right next to me in bed."

a/n: first time writing jey how are we feeling heart4reigns nation?? hope u enjoyed it as much as i did!! feedbacks/requests are highly appreciated!!

#the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #jey uso #wrestling #jey uso x reader #jey uso imagines #jey uso imagine #jimmy uso #cody rhodes #seth rollins #becky lynch #dominik mysterio #usos imagines #the usos imagine #roman reigns imagine

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‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "if we were in a story. what trope do you think we'd be?"

trophies,

trophies, trophies.

parts. one , two

characters. jade, azul, lilia, riddle, ruggie, ace, and rook.

includes. gn reader.

cw. riddle's mom

note. I do love the late night motivation and I'm pretty sure I had one of the darkest mindset I ever had today lol

—ㅤjade leech & azul ashengrotto・ a love triangle (not necessarily a triangle but.. two people like you that's for sure.

oh boy. it's absolute chaos wherever these two are arguing, just add the fact that they like the same person and multiply the chaos and tension tenfold. it's like there's animated lightning clashing through their smiling eyes when the topic is all about you.

for some reason jade immensely enjoys rubbing it in azul's face whenever he wasn't informed that you and the eel would be 'hanging' out today, and azul isn't very happy when jade pops up from some random forsaken corner and practically wooshes you away. in that sense he isn't very similar to riddle but his theory is getting tested when he's going red from keeping his smile and not dropping it into a scowl.

they both might not come to the same terms at times but there was a mutual agreement to set aside their 'rivalry' with each other to deal with this little.. scoundrel who has no qualms against stopping himself from bothering you. with azul's wit and jade's concerning experience with dealing with bodies.. let's say that there's a chance everyone won't even notice the person is gone.

—ㅤlilia vanrouge・soulmates

they say there's people whose love knew no bounds. a love so deep that even the gods couldn't separate them from eventually meeting each other within lives once more, star crossed lovers who will meet in the middle even if they're on the opposite side of the world.

it's strange. you don't know this peculiar man at all, not once do you recall any of his presence in your memories so yet why is there an aching nostalgia present on your mind? you're absolutely sure that this guy is a stranger, heck.. you've been trying to skim your memory for god knows how long and it's even starting to hurt.

but your heart yearns, and your teacher had made sure to drill the fact that you should always choose logic over feelings. he looks really familiar. you think, unable to tear your eyes away from his streaks. unique but it feels like you've once seen those cheeky eyes full of underlying fondness. so when he turns to set his eyes on you, you're sure he feels the same when there's a flicker of suprise in them.

—ㅤriddle rosehearts・academic rivals

competing with a boy who's main motto is bursting into a fiery red was quite annoying. or, perhaps it's irritating because it's the same boy who practically had it out for you the moment he realized that you were a 'threat' to his number one positioning in academics, he hated you for that and you hated him for being like that. so both of you weren't exactly over the moon when the teacher just had to assign you to each other on a research project.

(you're both to lost to stare at each other viciously to hear the rest of the class moaning about how unfair it was to have the smartest students paired in one go)

you realize why riddle was so reluctant and defensive over carrying out the project in his home. alas, your circumstances won't exactly allow anywhere else so he surrenders but not without a nervous, haunted look on his face. his mother terrified you, the moment you set foot on his home her eyes were immediately all over you. judging, scrutinizing, sharp. you can't even force a word out and you weren't even that scared of riddle.

so for once you suck up that grudge and manage to look him in the eye and spare a.. kind look. riddle looks suprised. with the close up without the creases in between his eyebrows and the gritted teeth.. he kind of looks, cute. lost, innocent even. like it's the first time someone spared him that look. (and for once, instead of the passionate anger he bursts into, the red on his face instead resembles a flush as he furiously looks away.)

—ㅤace trapolla・exes to lovers

your past relationship with ace certainly wasn't all rainbows and sparkles. if you were being honest there were times where there was just pure toxicity around you, two people who refuse to look past their wrongs in favors of their 'rights', instead of dropping the relationship you both just clung on frozen love who has no plans to break out of its shell any time soon. you were young, and admittedly dumb teenagers.

at the very least you did break up a few months later. it was surprisingly sentimental, ace himself even shed a few tears as he picked up his pride and apologized for all of the unpleasant times he was the reason of, so in face of his honesty even you can't keep in your tears. you still talked to each other sometimes but there was an obvious barrier none of you dared to cross.

that is until, you meet again years later in a class reunion and the feelings you've long buried—or atleast you thought you buried 6ft under the ground crawls out of its damn grave and practically dragged your asses back to each other with an awkward. "uh.. how you doing?" you both go silent when you realize you spoke it at the same time.

—ㅤruggie bucchi・commoner to royalty

for as long as you remember you've been housed under a home that could be could be gold if it were to be sold, fed by a silver spoon at birth you know how it feels to have everything just at the palm of your hand. just ask your kind parents and they won't have any arguments to whatever you ask, you are their previous little child after all and their love hasn't wavered at all. (or they're just sucking up so you won't have any qualms against taking the throne)

so it was quick for you to see the world through gray and white colors, dull as it should be. one day you just.. lost all interest, there's nothing to do, nothing to want. you're grateful for living such a lax life but sometimes you want to live out one that doesn't require endless pressure. when the topic of marriage appears you can't hold in your displeased look and your parents unfortunately notice. thankfully only sparing you a frown.

you were at the market when it happened. a ring from your mother was stolen right under your nose and you don't know why you started running for the very boy who stole it from you. he was fast, but you were intent on getting the ring back. eventually it was about noon when you stumbled around out of breath—then you see him, holding up the ring to a gather of children. all looking grubby, dirty but they still have smiles on their faces.

you are consumed by guilt when the boy perks up and flashes you a cheeky grin. "looking for this?" he inquires. holding up the ring and twisting it around. you stare at it conflicted, then flicker your gaze to the curious kids. finally you shake your head. "no i.. you can have it.." you trail off. there's probably a mountain of golden rings back at your home anyways.

he looks suprised. you look embarrassed when the children suddenly flock over to you, but for the first time you find yourself staring at a sea of light blue eyes—not gray.

—ㅤrook hunt・a performer and a devoted fan

you always see a strange man in the crowd. at first you paid no mind to him, only yet another face for your eyes to flit over and forget but you increasingly remember him once you're granted the ability to look after the audience after each performance. you were never a big star in your plays, so you were used to eyes going to anyone but you. so imagine your suprise and fluster when a blonde man looks ecstatic with you, going as far as to put on a bright grin.

after the third time you spot him in a crowd he flashes you the very same pleased look he fixated you the first time you met and not to be presumptuous of you or anything but you started looking forward to seeing the grin he gives you. it's bizarre for you to think that he's going to every single one of your shoes but.. at the 9th time he's still going strong so you're pretty confident.

as time passes by you've reached the big leagues. no longer was the time where you were that side character who was to die for the main character, this time all eyes are on you. but all you can think of are the green, shining eyes who've watched you along your path to success. so you square your shoulders and confidently introduce yourself to your seeming supporter. a contrast to the old, timid personality you had back then.

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