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adiraargent · 4 months

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Kiss Me Again - Mattheo Riddle

Request: heyy oh my God I seriously love your work, could you do one where they are best friends but like each other and won't confess but one day they both realise they are in love wc: 4.2k warnings: fluff, kissing, swearing Summary: you and Mattheo have been friends since the beginning of school, the two of you like each other but neither wants to admit it, scared that it would damage your relationship. The two of you decide to take a break from studying and sneak around Hogwarts and then one thing leads to another...

Mattheo Riddle, he had been your best friend for pretty much as long as you can remember. You grew up together, helped eachother threw everything, stuck by each others sides. You were fortunate to have most of your classes together, and even outside of class the two of you hung out.

You had the same friends, got pretty much the same grades and had very similar hobbies... it was rare to see one without the other.

The Hogwarts library stood as a citadel of tranquility, a bastion of wisdom and knowledge amidst the bustling halls of Hogwarts. Right now, you and Mattheo Riddle found yourselves engrossed in your studies, the air thick with the scent of parchment and the soft murmur of whispered incantations.

Seated side by side at a wooden table tucked amidst towering shelves, you and Mattheo immersed yourselves in textbooks and scrolls, the task at hand a mere facade for the unspoken emotions that danced between you.

Mattheo’s voice cut through the silence, "You alright, you've been pretty quiet for a while?"

You shot him a playful glare, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Well we are in the library Mattheo, we're meant to be quiet."

Mattheo rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging on his lips, "yeah well you practically never shut up," a small laugh falling from his lips. This of course earnt him an eye roll, which he caught onto, yet he somehow managed to miss the little sparkle that glinted in your eye as you looked at his smiling face.

You sat there for a while, occasionally bickering or leaning over to ask for help when getting stuck on something, but due to exams coming up in only a few days, the two of you understood that you had to try your best to stay on task. Textbooks sprawled open, parchment filled with notes, and a shared determination to conquer the complexities of magical theory.

"Have you seen this spell?" you queried, pointing to a particularly intricate incantation in your book. You had been looking at it for the past 10 minutes or so, waving your wand around trying to get the right movement, but it seemed no matter how hard you tried, it just wasnt working how you wanted it to.

Mattheo leaned closer, his presence enveloping you in a warmth that sparked an indescribable sensation. You felt the hairs on your arm stick up, a warm feeling flushing in your chest as he leaned over your shoulder. "Ah, that one’s tricky. Let me show you a more efficient way to cast it."

His nearness sent a flutter through your senses, a magnetic pull that threatened to unravel the careful veil hiding the unspoken desires within. He reached over, his hand landing on top of yours and guiding your hand smoothly, "there you are, easy peasy."

"Thanks..." you murmured out, finally taking a breath as he leant back away from you.

As the sun dipped lower, signaling the arrival of evening, you and Mattheo began to gather your belongings. The unspoken feelings simmered beneath the layers of laughter and stolen glances, a silent understanding that bound your hearts in a dance of friendship and concealed affection.

Mattheo broke the tranquil silence, his voice softer than usual. "The library is closing soon, we should continue this in my dorm. You should head back to your dorm and get in something more comfy then come over"

You nodded, a faint smile gracing your lips. "Yeah, ok are the boys in the dorm?"

"Nah Jasper and Theodore are over in Lorenzo's dorm and Draco is with Blaise," Mattheo replied, his gaze holding a depth that hinted at more than mere friendship as he packed his books, "so it'll be just us."

"Cool, see ya soon," you grinned widely, brushing your hair behind your ear unconciously.

After getting changed into something more comfortablein your dorm and a fresh spritz of purfume on you began your walk back to Mattheo's dorm (I'm trying my best to make it so it doesnt matter what house you are in so sorry if it's a little confusing). You couldnt help it as your mind trailed off to Mattheo. You knew you shouldnt be feeling this way, but you couldnt help it... this is wrong, he's my best friend.

He was more than that though, he was an important aspect in your life, and you couldnt imagine life without him.He’s always had your back and stood up for you. He's defended you against teachers and students, he's protected you from the dark horrors that come with being born to Bellatrix Lestrange and Tom Riddle, growing up in Malfoy Manor.

You were well aware of the fact that you've liked him for a while now, just a small girl crush... but lately its only seemed to get worse. You’ve caught yourself staring at him frequently, admiring his brown curls and earthy eyes, you've tried to ignore the overwhelming feeling of butterflies that you get every time he laughs, or the tingling sting that you get whenever your skin comes in contact with his.

In the embrace of his hug, you find solace, pressed snugly against the contours of his toned chest. The rhythmic thud of his heartbeat against your skin forms an intimate symphony, a melody that soothes your very core, making you feel inexplicably safe.

His gentle touch, brushing away a stray tendril of hair from your face, sends a wave of warmth coursing through you. It's a tender gesture that beckons you to close your eyes and surrender to the comforting sensation of his fingers against your skin.

As his hand encircles your waist, drawing you nearer, an undeniable sense of belonging washes over you. In that moment, with Mattheos’s touch securing you, it feels like the perfect fit—your bodies in sync, entwined in a moment that feels destined.

The yearning for more intensifies, an undeniable craving for closeness, for the electrifying sensation of his touch. It's a desire that lingers, urging you to lean into the embrace, to savor every shared moment with Mattheo, wishing for an eternity in his arms

Shit I sound crazy you rolled your eyes at yourself, shaking the thoughts off and continuing your walk.

What you didnt know was that Mattheo had felt the same way. You didnt notice how he had started sitting even closer to you now, or the fact that he was constantly trying to come up with ways to inconspicuously touch you. You didnt notice the way he would put his hand on your back and lead you threw the halls when there were lots of people, or how if you were ever close to hitting your head on the corner of a cupboard or desk he would reach over and cover the surface with his hand.

Once you finally get to the door of his dorm, you knock a few times before pushing the door open, walking in to find Mattheo on the bed. "Hey Theo," you grumbled, dropping your bag to the ground and then jumping on the bed next to him with a tired sigh.

"Hey love."

“come on, you've got it, just try it a few more times and it'll be perfect”, Mattheo says from his desk, his chair rolling around to face you where you were lying on his bed, books laying around you.

“I cant do it Theo”, you sigh loudly, throwing your head back dramatically, “it's a stupid spell and I probably wont even use it after we leave school so why the hell do we even have to learn it.”

“Quit whining”, Mattheo replies, laughing whilst shaking his head, "it's not even that hard."

“It's not fair, why does an idiot like you get to be so smart without even trying”, you pout softly, pulling yourself up in a sitting position.

Mattheo's insistence on revisiting the notes for the umpteenth time made you almost desperate. You were tired and this was beginning to get frustrating, you hated it when you werent good at something. You took a deep breath, gathering the courage to speak up. "Please, Theo. I understand that good grades mean everything to you and how pressured you are with all of this, but I'm seriously starting to go out of my mind. I have hardly slept and this is giving me a really bad headache."

His silence made you nervous; you hadn't intended to come across so harshly. Mattheo seemed absorbed in his thoughts, clearly thinking about what to say or do. He understood that you were tired, the two of you, along with much of your grade had been waking up early and going to sleep late for the last few weeks in order to study for the exams. But this was all important, the two of you planned to become Aurors together when you left school, and you needed really good grades for that.

You bit your lip, grappling with your impatience. "Matth-"

A frustrated sigh escaped Mattheo's lips. You felt guilty, you knew why he tried so hard for his grades. He didnt want to turn out like his mother and father and the people around him at home, he wanted to do good. He needed good grades to help him escape.

Meeting his gaze, you found his intense brown eyes locked onto yours. "I apologize. You're right," he admitted, raking his hand through his brunette curls, your eyes went wide in shock, you hadnt actually expected him to agree with you, and you definietly didnt think that the next words would fall out of his lips, "hell it might even be a good idea for me to have a break, i'm tired too-"

Mattheo stood up, shutting his books and then stumbling over to the bed, a goofy smile on his face as he stuck his hand out in your direction. You looked up at him with furrowed brows, not exactly sure where he was going with this. When you said that the two of you needed to take a break, you just thought that the two of you would just chill and talk for a while, maybe lay down for a bit.

"Up ya hop," he beckoned, making a grabby motion with his hands a few times before sticking his open palm closer to your face, "move it or lose it mate," he continues. You raise your brows at him, hesitating before carefully reaching out to take his hand

Should I grab his hand?

"Merlin," Mattheo groaned, rolling his eyes before just grabbing her hand and then tugging her off the bed

"Hey asshole!" you complained, glaring up at him as he tugged you towards the door of his dorm, grabbing a jumper that was hanging over the back of his desk chair.

"Dont blame me, if we sat around here waiting for you to make up your mind then we'd be waiting till christmas," Mattheo complained sarcastically, pulling her down the hall and towards the main part of the common room.

As Mattheo dragged you along, you stumbled to keep up with his brisk pace, shooting him an annoyed glare. "Seriously, where are we going?" you demanded, trying to slow his progress by digging your heels into the floor.

But Mattheo seemed determined, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just trust me," he said with a smirk, not offering any further explanation.

You let out an exasperated sigh but relented, deciding to go along with whatever crazy idea he had in mind. You allowed him to tug you through the common room and out into the crisp evening air of the halls of the castle. It was late at night and since they were in the dungeons, it was freezing. There were no students anywhere, and the teachers were also more than likely in bed.

"Wait, Mattheo, it's freezing out here!" you protested, shivering as a gust of wind swept by, making you regret not grabbing a jacket.

He chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the cold. "Don't worry, I've got you covered," he assured, reaching for the jumper he had grabbed earlier. With a grin, he draped it over your shoulders, the warmth of the fabric immediately comforting.

"Thanks," you mumbled, feeling a bit guilty for calling him an asshole just moments ago.

Without missing a beat, Mattheo resumed his course, leading you through the halls. Mattheo glanced around the halls, noticing the dimly lit corners and hidden alcoves. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned in and whispered, "I've heard rumors about secret passages hidden within the castle. Wanna go on a little exploration?"

Your curiosity piqued at the mention of secret passages. Nodding eagerly, you followed Mattheo as he led the way, navigating through the deserted corridors of the castle. Shadows danced on the walls, and the quiet of the night added an eerie yet thrilling atmosphere to your adventure.

Stopping in front of an intricately designed tapestry depicting a hunting scene, Mattheo grinned. "This is it," he whispered excitedly, pulling on a loose thread near the edge of the tapestry.

To your amazement, the tapestry shifted, revealing a concealed entrance behind it. Mattheo gestured for you to follow as he stepped through the hidden doorway. The passage was dimly lit by flickering torches, the air cool and musty.

You trailed behind Mattheo as you ventured deeper into the hidden corridors. The passages twisted and turned, leading you through a labyrinthine network beneath the castle. Dusty tomes and forgotten artifacts lined shelves carved into the stone walls, hinting at the secrets hidden within.

Occasionally, you stumbled upon locked doors or dead ends, but Mattheo's enthusiasm never waned. He seemed to have a natural talent for navigating the hidden passages, leading you further into the mysterious depths of the castle.

After what felt like an exhilarating journey through time and history, you stumbled upon a chamber bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. In the center stood an ancient-looking pedestal with a book resting upon it, emitting a faint shimmer.

"Is that...?" you started, your voice barely a whisper as you glanced at Mattheo, both of you captivated by the enigmatic sight before you.

Mattheo nodded in awe, his eyes reflecting the soft light. "I heard that there used to be this Ancient magic around Hogwarts that only a select few could see and use... apparently a goblin called Ranrok or something tried to gain control of that power but was stopped by a Hogwarts student who could see and use the magic, this is supposed to be her diary or something, there could be some cool stuff in there," he murmured, approaching the pedestal with caution.

You joined him, the book's pages radiating an otherworldly aura. As you reached out to touch it, a distant sound echoed through the chamber—a faint rattling followed by the unmistakable shuffle of footsteps.

Startled, you exchanged a quick glance with Mattheo before hastily retreating back into the hidden passages, leaving the mysterious book untouched. Heart pounding with excitement and adrenaline, you navigated the twisting corridors, making your way back to the safety of the castle's main corridors.

Breathless and exhilarated, you both burst into laughter as you emerged from the hidden entrance, relieved to have escaped without detection.

Caught up in the thrill of your secret exploration, you and Mattheo leaned against the castle wall, trying to catch your breath. The rush of adrenaline and the shared excitement created a bond between you that felt unbreakable.

As you exchanged a knowing glance, the unspoken promise of more adventures lingered in the air, filling you both with a sense of anticipation for the mysteries yet to be unraveled within the castle's hidden passages.

"Students out of bed!" They suddenly hear, their eyes widening at the familiar voice or Filch. They turned their heads to look down the corridor, a small hint of light making its way closer from one of the corners further down

"Oh shit!" Mattheo whispered, grabbing your hand and then yanking you through the halls once again.

"You can run but you cant hide!"

"Ouch Mattheo! You're gonna rip my fucking arm off you pri-"

Mattheo had grabbed you around the waist and thrown you over his shoulder. A small 'hmph' falling from your lips at the rough impact of his shoulder digging into your stomach. "Theo that hurts!" you whisper yell, smaking him softly on the back as he continues to run, Filch on your tail.

Mattheo quickly turns the corner and then pulls you both into a cupboard, slamming the door shut behind you both and putting you on the ground in front of him, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, a few small beads of sweat trickling down his forhead.

Mattheo let out an annoyed groan, "Fuck that was cl-"

You slap your hand over his mouth with one hand, using your free hand to put your finger up to your lips, telling him to shush before leaning your head against the door, trying to listen to whatever was going on outside, praying to god that Filch wasnt going to find you.

The footsteps outside grew louder, the sound of keys jingling and muttering becoming clearer. Filch's voice pierced through the silence, his grumbling indicating his frustration at not finding the mischievous students.

Mattheo's chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to control his breathing, his eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of nervous excitement. You pressed against the door, your heart racing in sync with the rapid beat of footsteps passing by the cupboard's hiding spot.

Silence descended upon the corridor, broken only by the distant echoes of Filch's fading voice as he continued his search elsewhere. Mattheo let out a relieved exhale, his shoulders slumping as he leaned back against the cupboard.

"Phew," he whispered, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

You shot him a playful glare, still catching your breath from being carried over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Warn me before you decide to play hero next time," you teased, trying to suppress a giggle.

Mattheo chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Sorry about that, had to think fast. You know how Filch is, always lurking around looking for cool kids like me."

"I think you mean dumbasses," you shot back jokingly

"Well you're out here too arent you?" he fired, a raised eyebrow paired with a smirk on his handsome face

"Hush," you grinned.

"Merlin im buggered," Mattheo yawned. Mattheo flashed you a grin, his eyes alight with excitement. "Well, that was fun, wasn't it?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the thrill of the chase mixing with the shared relief at narrowly avoiding getting caught. "Definitely an adventure I won't forget anytime soon," you replied, still catching your breath.

You nodded in agreement, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins from the near encounter. The adrenaline rush began to fade, you went to open the door, pushing on it, but it didnt seem to budge.

“It won’t open.” You mumbled out, trying to push the door again

“What?” Mattheo asked, his breathing starting to go back to normal

“It won’t open.” you repeated with a frown as you pushed against the door yet again, but the hardwood didn’t budge.

"Yeah right," Mattheo muttered out, going to push the door thinking that maybe you just werent pushing it hard enough, "what the hell..."

“It’s…not so bad. It is probably just jammed or something — do you have your wand?.”

The realization that the door wouldn't budge sent a jolt of unease through both of you. Mattheo reached into his pocket, rummaging around for his wand, but his expression turned to one of dismay.

"Damn it, I left it back in the dorm room," he muttered, a tinge of worry edging into his voice. "But don't worry, its only a few more hours till everyone is up so someone will find us soon, and until then we can just chill or try and get the door open"

"This isn't good," you murmured, trying to keep your tone steady despite the rising worry in your chest.

The night was not supposed to go like this.

Heat sweltered between them, and not only because of the walls encasing them on every side, and the small space plus their added body heat, but the fact that they were so close together.

“Stop moving.” Mattheo mumbled as he looked up at the ceiling, his cheeks pink as he forced himself to look away from her, trying his best to stay calm and not freak out from the close proximity

"Sorry," you muttered, but once again shuffled unconsciously, the nerves taking over you as you grew more and more anxious, you didnt do well with small spaces, you were tired, and you were chest to chest with the boy you cared for more than anyone else

"Y/n." Mattheo grumbled sternly

“I can’t help it!” You responded anxiously. “Im tired and my legs are so sore, theres rat shit on the ground so I cant sit down, and I'm fucking cold Mattheo,” She pounded on the door, no longer caring if they got in trouble from the teachers, she just wanted to get out of there

“Hey, hey, you've just gotta stay calm okay, its alright!” Mattheo said softly, realising just how much she was beginning to freak out.

The cramped space amplified the tension between you, a mix of frustration, anxiety, and the unspoken feelings lingering in the air. Mattheo's attempts to keep the atmosphere calm were admirable, but the situation tested both your patience and composure.

"I know, I know," you muttered, attempting to steady your breathing. "I'm just... I'm not good with this. It's too much."

Mattheo's eyes softened with understanding, his usual mischievous demeanor giving way to a more caring expression. He reached out and gently placed a hand on your shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze.

"It's okay. We'll get through this," he said, his voice calming, though the unease lingered in his own words, "im here okay, you're okay."

You looked up at him, gazing into his brown eyes. He gave you a small smile

Damn it, theres that stupid feeling again.

His smile was then replaced with an unreadable expression. "You okay?" you muttered, confused by his atttitude change

Mattheo's eyes lingered on you, an unspoken question reflecting in their depths. "You know, I've been thinking..."

Your heart raced, sensing the weight of his unspoken words. "About what?"

"I uh... nah its stupid," he muttered, shaking his head, looking annoyed with himself

"It isnt stupid Theo, you can tell me, I wont judge you," you smiled softly, giving him a small nod.

He hesitated, "well its about..." his usual confidence faltering as he looked away, his words carrying a raw vulnerability. "About us... about our friendship."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your heart beating a frantic rhythm. "What about it?"

"We've been dancing around something," Mattheo confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, "something we've both been too scared to acknowledge."

Your breath hitched, the gravity of the moment sinking in as your gazes met, an unspoken understanding passing between you.

"I've been... feeling things," Mattheo admitted, his voice trembling slightly, "things that I've been too afraid to voice."

Your eyes softened, your vulnerability mirroring his own. "I know. Me too."

Even the cupboard seemed to hold its breath, the weight of your shared revelations hanging in the air. In that moment of quiet confession, the unspoken words that had lingered between you for so long found their voice, weaving a tapestry of emotions that had been hidden away.

With hearts laid bare and emotions laid bare, the unspoken became spoken, and the unacknowledged became understood. Love, so long restrained by the fear of losing a cherished friendship, now flowed freely between you, binding you in a bond deeper than friendship.

Your eyes widened slightly as you felt his arms wrap around your waist, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. "Mattheo..."

Are we moving too fast?

"Can I kiss you?" Mattheo asked softly, a pleading tone in his voice as he anxiously knibbled on the inside of his cheek. His anxiety wasnt soothed as you stared at him with wide eyes, shocked that all of this was actually happening.

He went to pull away, his cheeks flushing in embarassment, "I uh, you know... joking... just jo-"

You cut him off, pushing your lips against his, catching him by surprise. His eyes widened, his breath getting caught in his throat but he quickly regained composure, pulling you against his chest firmly as he kissed you deeper.

The two of you pulls away for a second, wide, giddy grins on your faces as you looked into eachothers eyes for a few seconds before leaning forwards again, your lips moulding together perfectly. The kiss became heated, your hands wrapping around his neck and his hands cupping your face, his thumbs rubbing against your skin softly. You stood up on your tippy toes, leaning into him even more.

You were the first one to pull away, looking up at Mattheo whose eyes remained closed for a few more moments, basking in the taste and feel of your soft lips. You smile widely, his smile matching yours as his eyes flutter open. His left thumb moves from your cheek to your lip, rubbing it softly.

You look up into his eyes and you see it.

Love.

"Kiss me again?" he whispered

"Only if you say please," you joke, leaning forward once more.

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iloveavatar · 1 year

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A mothers instinct (pt. 2!)

neteyam x fem!reader

if you were to ask neytiri how she felt about the na’vi named y/n. she would gladly go on and on about her.

she saw y/n as one of her own.

she also saw how neteyam looked at y/n. even how y/n looked at neteyam.

watching the two of them grow up into beautifully grown adults was bittersweet for neytiri.

bitter, due to the fact they’re no longer little na’vi that like to look for animals in the forest. however sweet, because she got to witness the two fall for each other obliviously.

the two were around the age where they would be finding mates. they both completed their rituals to become adults…all except finding their other half.

noticing this, neytiri decided to play…oh what was it called… a…a matchmaker! she decided she would send the two to go find something at the Tree of Voices.

when she asked the pair to find this special “root” of a plant that only so happens to grow near the tree, they gladly accepted.

“of course we can help! i’ve been wanting to see the Tree of Voices for a while now!” y/n happily said with a giant grin on her face.

neteyam studied y/n’s smile for a second, almost as if it caused him to go into a daze. “sure yeah yeah we can go to the tree” he mumbled, still staring at y/n.

neytiri smirked. “alright then go! take your time trying to find it. it’s rare” she stated with a smile as she strutted away.

“come on neteyam! first one there gets bragging rights!” shouted y/n as she started to sprint.

“wha-hey! that’s not fair you cheated!” screamed neteyam while snapping out of his daze and trying to catch up to her.

the entire way to the Tree of Voices you could hear the laughter coming from the duo.

y/n eventually won.

only because neteyam wanted to see her smile longer… and because he happened to think she looked cute whenever she was proud of something she did.

“i won! who’s the mighty warrior now!” y/n laughed.

neteyam watched her strut around the tree as if she was accepting a prize with a fond smile on his face.

“alright you won! now come on, we need to find this root for my mother” stated neteyam as he was admiring the tree.

“oh come onnn, why can’t we admire the beauty eywa presents to us neteyam? i mean, just look how beautiful it is here!” she said while spinning around.

neteyam however wasn’t focused on the beuaty of the tree. “yeah…beautiful” he mumbled in a daze as he watched the glow from the tree reflect onto y/n’s skin, giving her this ethereal glow.

the two walked around the tree “looking” for the root of the tree that neytiri needed.

“hey neteyam? do you ever think we’ll find our mates?” y/n questioned with a slight frown.

“hm? what makes you ask that?” neteyam wonders.

“well…it’s just that i know your mom and dad mated here… before eywa. do you think she could tell us who we’re destined to be with?” y/n asked while reaching for her queue behind her.

“i think you’re right. we should check…but i have a pretty good idea of who i want to end up with” he mumbled with his freckles glowing slightly.

they both took their queues and let the pink tendrils connect with the glowing stem of the tree. the two then closed their eyes to accept the vision.

y/n noticed she was still in the forest. the first thing she heard was laughter, but not any laughter. a child laughing. y/n walked toward the sound and saw the back of a male na’vi.

she noticed the na’vi was tickling the child that was sitting in his arms. she slowly stepped around and got a proper look at his face.

it was neteyam.

neteyam noticed her standing there and looked up, away from the child.

“hello my love. you’re back early? did something go wrong with your hunt?” he questioned nervously.

“uh- no! no everything is ok!” y/n stuttered out while looking at him in shock.

she couldn’t believe that eywa was showing her the future. her future with neteyam.

she slowly squatted down next to neteyam and the small little girl that was previously laughing in his arms.

the little girl seemed to notice her there when her ears perked up and a small glint appeared in her eyes. “mommy! you back!!” she lightly screamed as she stumbled into y/n’s arms.

she was no older than 3 years old. she had the looks of y/n, but one could easily tell she was just like neteyam.

you could also easily see that she was a daddy’s girl.

“hi baby.” whispered y/n, still in shock that she and neteyam have a future together. plus a whole child.

neteyam looked at them with a find smile on his face.

the vision slowly faded away as y/n was brought back into the present where she was still at the Tree if Voices with neteyam next to her.

she turned her head to see if neteyam was still in his vision.

however once she turned around she saw that he disconnecting his queue with a giant smile on his face.

he turned his head to make eye-contact with her.

the two of them made eye contact for a while. then they both rushed towards each other to embrace the other in a passionate hug.

the hug spoke the words they were scared to speak.

“…did you see it too?” neteyam hesitantly asked her whike tightening his grip on her.

“yes. i saw us. with a beautiful baby girl.” y/n spoke breathlessly. she had slight tears in her eyes knowing she had a future with her long time friend, soon to be husband.

“wait you only saw one daughter? i saw our two daughters and a son!” neteyam spoke with wide eyes.

the two of them pulled away from the hug with their jaws dropped.

“we need to speak to your mother.”

“we need to speak to my mother.”

the two spoke at the same time.

neteyam then grabbed y/n’s hand and started the trip back to their home.

the two spent the rest of the walk smiling and laughing, knowing that they would end up to together.

they then started to try and guess what they would name their children.

neytiri saw the two walk into her tent with giant smiles on their faces, their hands linked together, and their tails swishing in glee.

“i take it you didn’t find the root?” she smugly asked.

the two made eyecontact with her and saw her smirk. they dropped their jaws in disbelief.

“there was no root to find was there!” y/n stated in awe.

neytiri just laughed.

the two teens then started to laugh along with her.

neteyam was speechless. his mother knew they would end up together.

curse those damn mother instincts.

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there’s part two!! hopefully everyone likes this🤞

please send in more requests or comments abt what i should write next!

love you guys

~S!

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spidrstar · 9 months

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A LITTLE BIT MORE

★ pairing: aged up!miles1610 x latina!reader

★ warnings: all characters in this story are 18!!! suggestive i think?

★ summary: Miles has been your math tutor for the past few months and you can’t lie, he’s been sort of your lil bestfriend too because you tell him all about your boy problems and everything. It got to a certain point where you were about to let something personal slip.. specifically how you didn’t know how to kiss. Miles may be a lil nerd n a tutor n all but he still gets play, so you asked him to show you how to kiss and it slowly turned into more than that.. a make out session.

★ w/c: 2k

★ a/n: ok so ik i put up a poll for y’all to choose but.. i rly wanted to write abt 1610 miles esp for this one shot 😣 sry yall i got yall w the next one shot tho trust🙏

“Miles, please don’t make me do this problem on my own.. you know how I am with fractions.”

You groaned at just the sight of the problem and leaned back on your arms.

For context, you were currently in Miles’ room with three different text books sprawled out open on the floor. He’s been your math tutor for the past four months because you failed your last two math classes and couldn’t afford to fail one more because that would cause you to fail the grade. Today, you were both going over things that were going to be in your test at the end of the marking period.

You’ve been studying non-stop all week and grew tired of it (even though all you mostly did was get off topic and have endless conversations with Miles.)

“Y/n, c‘mon you can’t do this every time i’m tutoring you. Just try.” Miles smiled at your reaction to the math problems in the book.

“Can we please just take a small break?”

“..Y/n our last break was 5 minutes ago.”

“Exactly my point!! It’s been too long.”

He chuckled at you and had no choice but to give in. It’s not like he didn’t enjoy the silly conversations you both had. You both saw each other as.. you wouldn’t say therapists but more of a.. comfort friend? Just someone you could talk to freely basically. At this point you were practically each others best friend, you just hadn’t noticed it yet.

Miles always enjoyed your company, no matter what you both were doing as long as it was together. You rarely ever hung out together if it wasn’t involved with tutoring, but that wasn’t a bad thing. You would almost get tutored everyday because math just really wasn’t something you were good at..

“Soo.. what’s with you and that guy what was his name.. Ethan?”

“It’s Evan, and we fell out. I found him talking to two of my friends at the same time and I wasn't gonna stay around to see that unfold. I told them of course, just didn’t wanna be there to witness the outcome.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, Miles knew your situation with guys very very well. He knew almost all of the guys you messed around with, well.. weren’t the best. If he was honest, they sucked ass. They all seemed to go after you for one thing, your body. Miles always hated the idea of you talking to another guy, not in a weird or possessive way of course, he was just over protective of you. He always remembers the nights you would text him asking him if he was free just to cry in his arms.

Sometimes you would come in all moody to your study sessions too and for you that was off, because when you opened your mouth it never seemed to shut.

He palmed his face and sighed in disappointment of yet another shitty guy you messed with.

“I told you he seemed off. He was wayy too friendly for a guy that ‘only wanted to be with you’ I never trusted him and i’m proud to say i didn’t.” Miles quoted with his fingers.

You smiled and looked down at the floor deep in thought, “Yeah well, he was ugly anyways. Personality wise too, he never really made me laugh. When I did laugh around him I would laugh at him, not with him. Y’know?”

“Yeah, I would notice. Your laughs never seemed genuine around him.” He shrugged.

You smirked and cocked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what’s ‘genuine’ to you?”

Miles leaned in and placed his palms on his knees looking up at the ceiling thinking of what to say.

“Like.. it’s hard to explain. Around me, your laughs just have a higher pitch and you lose your breath much quicker and you make random sounds while laughing which is what gets me to laugh. Then, around him your laughs were like so motone and you didn’t really hold onto your stomach as if it hurt from laughing so much, you get me?”

You stared at him in disbelief from how much he went into detail, you never thought of how much he really paid attention to you. Your face was a little bright red, you were flustered because you just felt so.. special? The feeling was unknown.

“Wow.. that’s—that’s a lot. I get what you mean though, his jokes were never as funny as yours were. You don’t even have to try to make me laugh.” You smiled.

He smiled back and made a proud expression, you knew what was coming next. Miles always made this face when he was about to brag about something.

“Thank you, I get that a lot from girls. I always make sure to keep them entertained and never treat them like shit. I don’t understand how you manage to find guys like that, I would never do what they do. Pretty sure my ma would kill me.” He chuckled at the last sentence.

You rolled your eyes at the bragging, you knew Miles had game and had many many girls falling for him. I mean, who wouldn't fall for him? Look at him, he has a great personality, he's caring, a momma's boy which, by the way, is totally adorable and he’s just so sweet and genuine. His smile was contagious and he was attractive too of course..

You snapped back to reality, your mind wandering off somewhere else.

“Bet you got lots of bitches huh.” You choke out a laugh trying to ignore the thoughts lingering at the back of your head.

“Nah, it may seem that way but I honestly got my eye set on one girl. I’m not bout that ‘playa’ shit y’know? Gotta keep it real and let ‘em know that cause leading people on ain’t what i’m about.”

You looked at him intensely, really wondering who this girl was. Although you felt the urge to beg him to tell you because you knew how stubborn he was, you didn’t. You were scared you weren’t gonna like his answer so you brushed the feeling aside.

You wouldn’t admit it to anyone but yourself (barely) you had feelings for Miles, you weren’t aware of it until about a month ago when you went on countless dates. On every single one, Miles was in your head and you couldn’t seem to focus on the person in front of you.

“That’s surprising, if you’re not a player like you say you aren’t how do you treat your girls?” You quickly switched the topic and switched the rolls.

“Well, ion be messin’ around with other girls or on that friendly shit y’know? Every chance I get ima flaunt my girl like she’s the lottery.” He smiled proudly.

You scoffed in jealousy. “Wow, I wish there were more guys like you shit ONE like you at least.”

Miles blushed a bit at the way you said you wanted someone like him. He quickly recovered and perked a brow, scoffing with a proud expression.

“Yeah well, I'm one of one. Can’t find anyone like me.”

“I just can’t believe it, I haven’t even been with one guy who’s good enough to show me how to-“

You quickly saved yourself from the embarrassment and threw your hands over your mouth. Miles took notice of this and he raised a brow at you and moved slightly closer.

“Show you how to what?” He asked, smirking only slightly.

Heat rose to your cheeks, you covered your face and grumbled from already feeling embarrassed even though you hadn’t even told him yet. You hid yourself in your knees not wanting to face him.

“C’mon I promise I won't laugh!” He begged.

“Yes you will! I know you!”

“I swear on my pet hamster's life I won't.” He spoke seriously.

You looked up a bit, sighing and agreeing to say what was on your mind, you had always been ashamed of it because you never really kissed just anyone. You wanted it to be special, of course you’ve kissed a few but your old self thought they were special when they weren’t.

“F-Fine. I—I..don’t know how to kiss.” You whispered the last part lowly, too embarrassed to say it outloud.

“A lil louder than that Y/n, it’s just you and me here c’mon.” He sweetly smiled at you placing a hand on your back.

“I don’t know how to kiss.” You said bluntly, looking straight to avoid his striking gaze.

All that could be heard were stifled chuckles and you turned to stare at the culprit, Miles was cupping his mouth with both hands trying not to burst out laughing straight in your face. You smacked the back of his head and scolded him for swearing.

“Miles! You swore on your hamster's life!”

Laughter erupted from him and could be heard loudly throughout the room. Soon he calmed down and collected enough breath to speak.

“He died like a week ago, it's fine.”

“What?! And you didn’t tell me?? Tu si eres malo.”

“Whatever, back on topic. You don’t know how to kiss? How? You’re like, genuinely one of the prettiest girls I know.”

You blushed at both the comment and from embarrassment. You were 18 almost 19 and didn’t even know how to properly have a make out session, not that it was your fault. All the guys you messed with genuinely sucked, and your lips were far too precious for you to just place them on anyone.

“Hey! No es culpa mía, i bet you’re not even good at kissing either.” I huffed angrily.

“Actually, I'm quite known for being a great kisser para tu información.” He admitted proudly.

Then, an idea spiked up in your head. He was your best friend.. you think? Might as well take this perfect opportunity to ask him for a favor, a huge one. This had you nervous though, because it could go two ways. He would say yes and show you and you both would continue to live your lives as if nothing happened, as normal friends right? Or.. you would be embarrassed for the rest of it if he said no. How would you recover from that? Whatever.. might as well do it now and pray nothing bad happened.

“Miles?” You finally spoke, with a serious tone hiding behind your words.

“Yes?”

“Could you.. um—do me a favor?” You spoke shyly, a wave of nervousness was coming at you and strong.

“Depends. What is it?” He spoke more lowly now with curiosity, he subconsciously moved closer to you to hear you clearly. In case you’d decided to whisper again since that was a habit.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what was to become. This determined whether or not you would ever talk to him or see him the same, you seriously thought you wouldn’t be able to recover from this.

“Could you..maybe.. teach me?” You looked down at the floor again, biting the inner corner of the inside of your cheek. You were slightly sweating from how nervous you were.

A few seconds of silence passed before you looked up nervously. Many thoughts racing in your mind right now;

‘What if he was making fun of me in his head right now?’

‘What if he didn’t want to be friends with me anymore?’

‘What if he thought I was weird?’

‘What if he hates me now?’

Your thoughts were quickly put to a pause when he spoke up, you thought you were dreaming when you heard the words escape his mouth.

“Sure, I’ll teach you. But are you sure like, completely sure you wanna do this? I’m kinda rough with it, and i don’t know if you’d like it.” He spoke softly when looking at you.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, shutting your eyes and nodding. You smiled sweetly at him, your heart speeding up with a hint of excitement. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about kissing Miles at least once.

“Yes, I'm sure.” You stared at his eyes then his lips wide eyed, your eyes glistening with anticipation. Your lips were slightly parted as you oh so wanted to lean in and just kiss his pretty lips already, but you waited for him to instruct you on what to do.

He moved closer to you and sat in front of you staring at you with slightly hooded eyes. He smirked as he spoke and that’s all you seemed to notice.

“Alright, first you needa part your lips slightly which i see you’re already doing. Then, you just tilt your head to whichever side you prefer and lean in. Close your eyes obviously, then just follow my lead. Simple, you got it?”

You nodded once again, and blushed lightly as he leaned in closer. His hand made his way up and he gently placed it on the side of your neck and tilted his own head shutting his eyes to kiss you.

“Alright, here we go..” He whispered.

With that, he kissed you gently. His soft lips locked with yours, surprisingly you seemed to follow along quickly and placed one of your hands on his toned chest. Your breaths seemed to quicken with every second that passed and he started to lean in more, this time you were slightly pushed back. You held onto the front of his shirt pulling him down with you. Your forearms supporting your upper weight as you laid back on the floor.

Miles now completely on top of you deepened the kiss, his tongue softly grazed against your bottom lip asking for permission to enter which you complied to. He placed his hand back on your neck, his fingers resting on the bottom part of your lower head pushing you against him more. You let a low moan slip past you and you opened your eyes wide, with shock but quickly closed them back up once you heard the sounds he made.

The ‘agressiveness’ he mentioned now showing as low growls escaped his lips when getting a few seconds to breathe between kisses. His tongue fighting with yours for dominance which he quickly claimed.

He broke the kiss, a string of saliva showcasing how intense the kiss was. He smirked against your lips and you both breathed heavily against each other, chests heaving up and down rapidly. He caressed the sides of your waist slipping one hand under the hem of your shirt and leaned in to seductively whisper in your ear.

“I think I'm gonna have to teach you a little bit more than just kissing, ma.” He smirked.

★ translations: tu si eres malo - you’re so mean || no es culpa mía - it’s not my fault || para tu información - for your information ||

TAGS:

#across the spiderverse #atsv #miles morales #spider man #spiderman #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles x you #miles morales x you #miles x y/n #miles x reader #across the spider verse spoilers #spiderman atsv #spider man into the spider verse #into the spider verse #spider man: across the spider verse #STAR★WRITES

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fluffypotatey · 7 months

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hey u know how mk only calls wukong by his title and never his name? and how wukong rarely if ever calls mk "mk," instead usually opting for "kid" or "bud?" and how both of those things are kind of representative of their relationship and how both of them care about each other a lot but they aren't honest with each other or with themselves about the other and how neither of them really wants to confront the fact that the other is a person with flaws and struggles? haha yeah <- normal <- lying about being normal

be glad i have been released from class now :) [narrator: she would later find herself late to her 2nd class while writing this]

so happy you have given me this excuse to talk about— i mean, yes! it is super normal to be thinking about this all the time and be comsumed by it and let me explain why:

i will start by going off on a tangent about names and labels and their narratove importance in stories because i love them and have a problem. (idk the word count here. viewer discretion is advized. i just wrote. it is long. beware)

In the Case of Names: a Sunburst Duo Essay

by Yours Truly <3

In the Case of Names in LMK: a Summary (please for the love of pete be a summary)

Ok, so, let me give y'all a quick overview (i failed. this is you're only warning. i failed, and this became a monster of an essay. run while you still have the chan—) of names in the literary sense. When studying novels and books and shit in your literature classes, you will notice that your professor might discuss the importance or ill-importance of characters' names in the story. For example: in the classic novel Fahrenheit 451, the protagonist's name is fucking Guy Montage to illustrate how he's just some fucking guy, a John Doe, a man stuck and complicit in the dystopian world.

You get me? No? Sorry, you want more examples? Fine then :3 let me introduce you to a story called Hard Times by Charles Dickens. It is an allegorical novel that criticized the utilitarian movement going on in dear old Great Britain in the 19th century thanks to the Industrial Revolution. Some fun characters were Johannes Bounderby and Thomas Gradgrind. Tell me, what images did you imagine when I gave you those names? Did you think of a bouncing ball for Bounderby? Were you imagining something square or maybe a mechanical grinder for Mr. Gradgrind?

Remarkable isn't it. The way choosing a name has on a reader/audience's perception of the character. Names are not just placeholders for a character. Names are the identity of that character. Names can establish their starting arc or their ending. Names can be visual in the sense that they invoke a strong idea of what a character might resemble or what themes they will present the audience with. Removing a character's name also removes their identity.

Remember that.

Anyway, I have talked enough about names in the general literary sense. Let us move on to LMK.

Given that this show is based off of Journey to the West (JTTW), many of the names of the antagonist are already provided, and their English translation is pretty literal (Demon Bull King, Lady Bone Demon, Red Son) with some exceptions (Jing & Yin, the Gold and Silver Demons), but their names all provide a description of what they are and how they should be viewed. Spider Queen is a spider demon and views herself as queen. Pretty solid characterization there. Lady Bone Demon, she's a bone demon and has enough rank to be considered a lady (or that could just be to ID that she is a woman but eh). Princess Iron Fan: she's a celestial princess and wields an iron fan. Got it? Good. These examples are simply here to show that a majority of the JTTW antagonists are still fulfilling their roles as antagonistic characters. What I mean is this: since "A Hero is Born," MK has been fighting against the Monkey King's old enemies from the JTTW book. It's like the moment MK inserted himself into the role of successor, the antagonist themselves were inserted to redo their old role of fighting the "Monkey King." It's almost as if nothing has changed beside the fact that their new op enemy is a "human" wielding the legendary staff.

[hmmmm, wait i actually never put this into words until now and it's fitting very well with the whole "MK's fight against Fate/the Narrative" but we'll just put a pin in that.]

However, when it comes to MK's friends (Pigsy, Tang, Sandy, Mei), they all share different names from their reincarnated/ancestral counterparts (Zhu Bajie, Tang Sangzang (they just give Tripitaka a last name lol), Sha Wujing, and Ao Lie). Their identity is separate, distinctive from who they are meant to reflect to the audience. (But look at how Tang still shares the same 1st name to the blessed monk, see how he's the one whose powers are the most similar, see how he being pulled into the direction of emulating the monk, see how much Tang fights it, see—)

Fascinating huh? But let us move on before I forget myself.

In the Case of MK's Names: a Paragraph (DO NOT, i repeat, DO NOT GO OFF THE RAILS)

So, in the English version, there is a running gag about how MK's "real" name is long and complicated, and we don't actually know it. All we know is that MK switched it long before the pilot. And even before MK has that talk with Master Subodhi in s4ep7 (or 6? 8?), I would chuckle at how on the nose his name was. MK the Monkie Kid... how silly of the show writers....ahaha, what a funny little decision to make :)

Do we know why MK changed his name? Other than his original one being long, no. Do we know why MK specifically? We don't know. Maybe, in his fanboy brain for all things Monkey King, MK thought it would be cool to have a name that identified close to his idol. A name that identified with someone he wished to emulate and be as powerful as and felt so connected to. But what do I know? I am a mere local gal who feeds off of metas and theories and all things relating to my beloved sunburst duo.

Then, we have MK's many titles: Monkie Kid (IDs him as the new generations Monkey), Successor (IDs him as the one who will succeed Sun Wukong in both the title of Monkey King and power), Noodle Boy (pronounced "New-dle Boi and IDs as the boy who works in his surrogate/adopted dad's noodle shop), Delivery Boy (his actual job for the noodle shop), and last but not least, Harbinger of Chaos.

What makes a harbinger? What is chaos? What are their intentions? Are they good? Bad? Neutral?

So, I've already defined harbinger before and many others have as well, but to sum up: a harbinger is a being/person/thing that announced the coming of something be it good or bad but most of the time the focus is bad. A "Harbinger of Chaos" then, would be the one to announce the coming of Chaos™️ and the disruption of world order. Is this a bad thing? Well, the show presents it at the moment as so, but that doesn't mean it will be. Honestly, the show has shown order and fixed structures more in a bad light and promotes free will and choosing a destiny that fits you as the good thing 👀 (another thing to pin in the MK might to go war with Fate)

But now I have established MK's names and must shut up and move on before I no longer can.

In the Case of Sun Wukong's Names: some Paragraphs (STAY ON TARGET PLEASE)

I will admit that my knowledge of names in China is very low, and by low, I mean I know nothing (most of what I do know comes from asking friends and informational sites). So, let me begin this segment with an excerpt of Sun Wukong gaining his name from the book itself :) and break it down with my interpretation and how that is applied to LMK.

When the Patriarch heard this, he was secretly pleased, and said, “Well, evidently you have been created by Heaven and Earth. Get up and show me how you walk.” Snapping erect, the Monkey King scurried around a couple of times. The Patriarch laughed and said, “Though your features are not the most attractive, you do resemble a pignolia-eating monkey (husun). This gives me the idea of taking a surname for you from your appearance. I intended to call you by the name Hu. If I drop the animal radical from this word, what’s left is a compound made up of the two characters, gu and yue. Gu means aged and yue means female, but an aged female cannot reproduce. Therefore, it is better to give you the surname of Sun. If I drop the animal radical from this word, what we have left is the compound of zi and xi. Zi means a boy and xi means a baby, and that name exactly accords with the fundamental Doctrine of the Baby Boy. So your surname will be ‘Sun.’” When the Monkey King heard this, he was filled with delight. “Splendid! Splendid!” he cried, kowtowing, “At last I know my surname. May the master be even more gracious! Since I have received the surname, let me be given also a personal name..." ..."You will hence be given the religious name ‘Wake-to-the-Void’ (wukong). All right?” “Splendid! Splendid!” said the Monkey King, laughing. “Henceforth I shall be called Sun Wukong.”

What a fucking cutie <3

So, what can we gather from this excerpt? Sun Wukong just gained his official name. No longer is he a monkey with descriptive titles, no longer is he a monkey without a surname to be referred to as and respected for. He now has both a surname and a personal name. And while I don't fully understand everything Master Subodi listed when naming Sun Wukong, it is important to note the importance of it and how happy Wukong is to receiving it.

Before this, the book would simply refer to Wukong as Shihou (stone monkey) or the Handsome Monkey King. Both of these are descriptive titles that just inform you what Wukong is rather than who, just like with the other demons met in JTTW. But now, we get to know him as Sun Wukong, someone more than his titles and such. There's even an explanation in the preface how Wukong's own personal name has significant meaning or relation to Buddhism, but I won't get too much into that since my knowledge is of that is 0 and I want to try and stick to LMK.

Now then, let us examine Wukong's name in the LMK sense. Literally everyone in the show call him either Monkey King or "simian" (and if he really pissed them off, Sun Wukong). The only people to refer to Wukong by his personal name is Nezha, Macaque, and Peng. It is literally just these three. And while we could argue all say it like "Wukong (derogatory)," I believe Peng's the only one who means it. Meaning, I think Macaque says Wukong because he was the closest friend of SWK, thus that's the only name Macaque would ever call him (sure, he said Monkey King and shit in s1 but that was when he was duping MK soooooooo). Nezha calls him Wukong because after the whole Havoc in Heaven and journey stuff, he is the new oldest member to befriend Wukong and not be enemies with him (yes, he will get annoyed and aggravated by him, and he will not always believe Wukong's intentions are great, but he still cares and is his 2nd closests living friend).

Peng, on the other hand, does not give a shit. I fully believe that guy never cared for Wukong. They only joined the brotherhood because of Azure (they even offered for Azure to be the brotherhood's leader). I do not think Peng cares for formalities when it comes to people they dislike. We could argue that maybe Peng cared for Wukong in the beginning, but I do, honestly, not believe it. The only reason Peng even felt betrayed was because it messed up Azure's plan. Not because the two were sworn brothers.

But yeah, very few characters actually call Sun Wukong by his name, and when they do, it establishes not just how close they are/were, but also how long they've known each other. It's the same thing with how Wukong refers to others. He barely calls Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy by their names. He will give people nicknames and shit just to place a safe distance from them because of his own very unhealthy attachment issues.

In the Case of MK and SWK's Names for Each Other: the Actual Sunburst Duo Essay (you are free now.....)

Speaking of attachment issues, let's talk about the Sunburst Duo and how much these two need to sit down and talk.

So, we have discussed how names are integral to identifying a character's purpose, thematic journey, description. We have discussed how a person's title can clue in on certain characterization, present or future, and how they demonstrate the way others view them. Now let us apply this to our beloved sunburst duo.

As mentioned in your ask, @gumy-shark, both MK and Sun Wukong barely call each other by name (MK never has as far as I am aware, and SWK has done so only a few). It's "Monkey King" from MK and "kid," "bud," "buddy" from SWK. Rarely do the two ever think to say each other's name.

In the beginning, I originally thought MK only calls Wukong "Monkey King" as a way to be respectful, and with Wukong, I assumed he called MK "kid" simply because MK was very young to him. However, as we get into s3, and especially s4, MK and Wukong have grown a lot closer. Neither of them see each other as just a mentor or student but as friends. And yet, they cannot seem to stop calling each other by their title or nickname.

Thus, the distance is still there. S3 ends with Wukong promising to do better as a mentor and be more honest with MK, and we do seem him attempt this. He gives out more praises, he's more open about his feelings and then gets sucked into the memory scroll. But here's the kicker: the two are doing a reverse in their dynamic.

When it starts out, it is Monkey King who establishes the line between the two. He will simply be MK's mentor and teach him all the kid has to know in order to succeed him. MK is ecstatic to even be near SWK. This is his idol, the guy he's had a special interest in for years probably. He now gets to train under the Monkey King. He wants to do good. He wants to kickass. He wants to be just like him.

But as the story goes on, we see SWK open up to MK more and care for him deeply and want to protect him, and we see MK uncover the skeletons in SWK's closet and feel so alone and learn that the power he used to wish for is not what he expected. And in the aftermath of s3, it is now SWK who is opening up and trying to help kindle and safely guide their friendship in a healthier path(ish). It is SWK who is placing his own protege on a pedestal because "loook at him! isn't he so great and powerful! he will help this world a lot more than i did". It is SWK who is disregarding th original rules he placed. But now ,it is MK who is keeping the distance more than SWK. It is MK is trying to force some kind of distance. He feels like he shouldn't burden SWK with his doubts and worries. He is terrified of his own powers and their capabilities and worries his actions will make the same mistake as his mentor.

With s3 and s4, SWK has called MK by name quite a few times. Especially in s4. It's not a lot, but it's definitely more than before. And yet, MK cannot call Wukong by name. Personally, I think he might still feel like he's under Wukong's shadow. As his successor, there is a legacy that he will carry when Wukong actually retires and gives his title to MK (which is what I assume Wukong will do??? It is still unclear what exactly MK's succeeding SWK of). And that legacy is quite the burden. I would not be surprised that MK is unable to place himself as being worthy of taking Wukong's place just yet (if ever).

This guy was his idol for a long time. And with that, you tend to place a high pedestal for those people. MK has given Wukong such a high pedestal, and Wukong is very aware of it. It's why the guy even keeps his distance in the first place, and why he's scared to disappoint him. But, MK has learned so much, has been told of the tales and pain his mentor inflicted on others in the past (a past SWK greatly regrets), and yet cannot find it in himself to lower that pedestal or even allow himself to think about it. Because if he does, then he will have to acknowledge his own pain and his own disappointment in someone he not only admires but has come to love like family. And it is very hard to reckon with the hurt and pain caused by someone you consider family.

So yeah, they are silly monkeys who cannot communicate to save their life and need to just sit down and talk or else this will continue to boil and explode and we'll have a SWK and MK showdown (fuck yeah! i will be crying so hard).

[end of essay]

#was late to my next class because of this #got lost in the sauce that my friend had to text me for me to remember i have CLASS #sigh #hope you enjoyed my scholarly account on names and how they pertain to the sunburst duo #also barely anyone even refers to Tripitaka by name #it's always 'the monk this' or 'the monk that' he only gets called by name if someone is being very formal about it #LITERALLY TRIPITAKA ISN'T EVEN CALLED TRIPITAKA AND IDK WHY #WHY ARE YOU HOLDING OUT LMK EXPLAIN #EXPLAIN YOURSELF #WHY IS TANG'S ANCESTOR BARELY REFERRED TO BY NAME #anyway #there you go #hope you're happy #i used all my brain energy for this #this took me 2 hours to write in total #and that was simply because i chose not to include screencaps from the show itself out of self restraint #lmk #lmk analysis #lmk sunburst duo #lmk sun wukong #lmk mk #lmk qi xiaotian #qi xiaotian #sunburst duo #asks #read more #long post

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lemonmelonboy · 6 months

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Content: GN!Reader, Movie Mentioned: Hush 2016, Netflix

Word Count: 925

Summary: What if Taylor did try confessing just before you went into Gallagher Mansion and it flew over your head?

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You and Taylor meet bright and early as usual, hanging out before both of your 10 am classes had become a delightful ritual. Typically you would spend 2 hours in a private study room, that you would reserve at the beginning of each week.

“Hey bud!” Taylor calls as he comes into the private study room you had reserved in the library. He slips into the chair across from you at the small table. “Sorry, I’m a bit late.” He said with a soft apologetic smile. You could see the sleep in his eyes still, he must have missed his alarm again and came straight here after waking up.

You smile kindly back, “No- it’s ok, I only just got settled a couple minutes before you got in”. You notice a soft pink spread across Taylors' cheeks before he nods and looks away. He starts pulling out his laptop and notebooks so that the pair of you can start working quietly.

Most mornings were spent like this, a quiet individual study together. It was always a comfortable silence and rarely accompanied by discussions unless one of you had a test to study for that day. The only time the pair of you actively spoke about anything most days was around 30 minutes before you two would have to leave to class. You would pack away your things and just chat and banter about your recent favorite shows or games. A lot of times Taylor would ramble about a new horror story he heard or scary movie trailer he saw.

And so the pair of you quietly study together, occasionally casting soft looks to each other, Taylor getting clearly flustered every time you caught him looking over at you. The hour and a half of studying passes quickly and you sigh softly to break the silence and start to put your things away. Taylor perks up when he sees you packing and quickly follows suit.

“So, what’s been on your thoughts today? Found a new version of the Banshee story?” you asked playfully as a teasing smile lingers on your face.

“N-no..” he says softly, as he procrastinates replying while he puts his notebooks away. “I uh, actually found a movie you might like?” He said awkwardly. “It's uh- a story about a deaf and mute woman who’s being attacked by a serial killer in her home?”

“Oh! Yeah, I heard about that one!! I think it looks so cool!” You say excitedly, slashers and thrillers were much more your style compared to the more paranormal-based horrors that Taylor enjoyed. Taylor smiles almost proudly.

“Well- I figured- I’d take you to see it when it comes out? I thought it’d be really cool to see it with someone really amazing like you…” He says nervously with pink cheeks. And as he continues it sounds almost like the words are tumbling out of his mouth before he is prepared to announce them. “B-because you know! I get really- scared- by thrillers and uh- you love them and- you make me-” he stops himself, fiddling with his fingers and taking a small calming breath. “You make me feel safe-..” he mumbles out with a shy smile.

You look him over with an excited grin “Don’t worry! I’ll protect you from any crazy killer who’d come after you!” You give a fake and playful determined and brave look, pounding your chest with your fist. And Taylor just looks at you with a deep blush on his face, the silence between you hangs almost heavy. But soon Taylor gives a soft amused chuckle, covering his mouth as he begins to cackle, covering his mouth with his hands. You join him quickly, dissolving into wheezing laughing fits while you both try not to be too loud.

“Ye-yeah! Of course, you would.” He says a sweet and overjoyed smile on his face. “So you’ll come with me to the movie?” He asks with a small tilt of his head.

“Yes of course!” You say gleefully “If you’re paying~” You tease with a grin.

“Ough!” he claps his hands over his heart “You only want me for my money!?” he joked back in a heartbroken voice. “And here I thought you just lo-liked me for me!” he said shyly as he corrected himself.

“Maybe it's both~” You tease again with a gentle laugh. Taylor moves to prop his head up on the table with his hand. You mimic him and give an exaggerated sigh, looking Taylor in the eye as you do. You stare at him for a few minutes, and noticing him getting a bit fidgety makes you smile bigger which makes him look away covering his mouth with his hand. Your gaze follows his, and the pair of you just watch the movement in the library through the window of the study room. You both sit comfortably in the silence for a bit before you shift with a sigh to check the time.

“We should get going to class- we’re going to be late.” You say as you stand and pick up your bag. Taylor nods and follows suit. “You don’t have another test until next week right?” you ask him as the pair of you leave the room, locking the door behind you. You and Taylor continue your small talk as you walk and soon split ways to your separate classes. You continue the day as normal, but Taylor has trouble focusing in his classes as he runs through just how much he embarrassed himself in front of you.

#the groom of gallagher mansion #gogm #gogm taylor potts #taylor potts #the groom of gallagher mansion taylor potts #taylor potts x reader #gn!y/n #gn!mc #gn!reader #gn reader #you are a fool #this poor man loves you so much #i love him sm

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Ikemen Villains Love Letter Replies: Part 1

— Ellis, Harrison, Liam

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Ellis Twilight

Q. What kind of flower do you like?

Any flower that makes you smile.

... That's not what the question meant? I like... bluebells.

They grew is clusters around the house back where I was born, they were pretty.

Do you have any flowers that brings back memories?

If you do, tell me.

Because... I want to get you some as a gift.

... Can I?

Q. I'm curious to know why you're so physically fit! Did you exercise when you were younger?

Erm... yeah.

Ever since I was born, I loved moving around. I ran around, climbed onto roofs, and raced through town.

There were kids who were better than me, so I was initially desperate to catch up with them.

I got injured a lot doing that...

But thanks to that, I can protect you without getting a single scratch, even if we're ambushed. So perhaps it wasn't a bad thing.

Q. Did anything surprising happen lately?

Yeah, El was drenched in the garden, Victor's magic trick was a success, and William came back soaked in blood which is very rare... that's all, I think?

And, of course, I was surprised and glad to read all the letters you've sent me about how happy you are when you're with me. Let's write to each other a lot from now on!

Harrison Gray

Q. What's the best beverage to have with the dessert you think is the best you've ever had so far?

I can't decide which one is best... all desserts are good, you know?

But the fruitcake I had with Liam at a Tea House recently was superb. I want to eat that again.

I always go for a sweet drink when I'm having dessert. Strawberry milk, or tea with lots of sugar. Just remember that I don't drink coffee.

Q. If Arthur Conan Doyle held a fan signing event, would you attend it?

You mean, meeting the writer of the Sherlock book in person?

How could I miss out on such an opportunity?

He's a new writer now, but I think his works will make history. You'd want to meet someone like that too, right?

Hey, you should come with me.

I rarely get nervous, but I will be when I meet him.

Q. What is a lie you've seen through that left a big impression on you?

When Victor was skipping down the hallway, he got too carried away and hit his pinky finger against a pillar. He laughed it off, saying "it doesn't hurt!". I could tell that he lied, because tears were welling up in his eyes...

Why do I remember such a small matter? Because it mitigates the memories of unpleasant lies I've seen through, so it helps me in some way.

Liam Evans

Q. If you could go on a vacation, where would you want to go?

Come to think of it, I've never been on a vacation. I don't remember doing that as a child either...

Therefore, I don't really care about the destination. Instead... I'd rather spend the time hanging out with you. It's good to have lots of fun so that you won't get lonely, right?

Alright then, from now on, I'll study about travelling.

Q. Do you have any habits or things you pay attention to when it comes to beauty?

This is a little embarrassing, but it's OK since it's you who asked!

I drink plenty of water every day. And I perspire a lot during rehearsals, so that keeps me in good shape.

It's to be expected of me because I'm a stage actor. I do my best to make myself as likeable as possible. And if it's possible... I want you to like me even more.

Q. Do you have a bedtime routine, or something you do to help yourself sleep better?

Oh, I want to know this too! This isn't really answering your question, huh.

I don't sleep very well, so I've been trying different methods to help myself fall asleep.

Something I often do before sleeping is stretching. My body gets stiff because of rehearsals, so I just relax and unwind. It's quite effective, I guess?

I'll try lots of other ways, and I hope I can help you someday.

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lunagojo · 2 years

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Satoru Gojo Boyfriend Headcanons

a/n: Can I just say, I love this man so much. Marry me Gojo, you are too good for this world <3 I'd let you annoy me all day

Satoru's been in love with you since day one of meeting you. The first years, the second years, the staff, EVERYONE knows it, except for you and him

Something is just so magnetic about you in particular, he knows he's a good looking man, he knows he could pull anybody he wanted, but whenever he's around you he gets butterflies, he gets...nervous?

He just wants you to like him so much

He talks about you nonstop to Nanami, to Yuuji and Megumi and Nobara, to ANYONE in his vicinity

"Gojo-sensei, I get that you're in love with Y/N but there's a curse here that needs to be taken care of..." - Megumi

wait w h a t

He honestly was kind of blindsided by that, and it just all clicked for him in that moment...he WAS in love with you

You of course, liked him too, his antics were annoying but endearing, he had a good heart, he genuinely cared about his students

But you never said a word, honestly. Was it because you were too scared to lose the friendship you had with him? Or was it because you didn't think he'd...ever see you that way?

It was honestly Nobara who urged Satoru to DO something because she was getting annoyed seeing you two fawning over each other and not DOING ANYTHING

"You have to tell them, otherwise I will tell them for you" >:( - Nobara

When he did finally confess to you, you thought he was just kidding around, like he usually did

"Yeah, yeah, I like you too Gojo, even though you annoy me, mister."

"...I was being serious, Y/N."

w a t

The look on his face was enough to make you believe him. He rarely ever looked so serious, so you were more inclined to trust what he was saying

Satoru was over the MOON when you returned his feelings

He picked you up and hugged you so tight, swinging you around

...This man is the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer btw.

He is a very attentive boyfriend, ok. Whenever you're within arm's reach of him he will be touching you in some way. His hand on your thigh or knee, arm around your shoulders or waist. I also think he'd stick his hand in your back pocket when you're out in public ;P

He brings you so many sweets, does his absolute best to be good to you and cheer you up

He knows he can be a bit overbearing sometimes, and that sometimes his reactions aren't exactly...appropriate, so he truly appreciates your patience with him

Loves it when you play with his hair or his fingers, he's like a puppy, just adores being loved by you

Will send you selfies of himself everywhere he goes, literally will snap a pic of himself making a peace sign in front of a dead curse with the caption 'thinking of u <3' (and who says romance is dead right lol)

His favourite thing is coming home to you sleeping in your shared bed. You always make this little sound of contentment when he strokes your hair in your sleep. It makes him w e a k

If you're feeling down or insecure, he's your hype man, 100%

How dare you ever feel shitty about yourself when you're YOU, WHAT

Enjoys watching you just do things, cleaning, laundry, studying, eating, watching TV, playing video games, just heart eyes always

Will bite and poke you to get attention

Posts TikToks of himself dancing to your singing while you're in the shower

Idk why but whenever I think of a relationship with him I think of the song "Five Years' by Bo Burnham, lmfao

#weehaw #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo

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pansy-picnics · 2 years

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Do any of the tangled kids have any love interest later on in their teen lives?

AHHH OK THIS IS A FUN ONE!!! i technically don’t have defined future partners for any of them yet, but i’ve definitely have a few thoughts surrounding this idea

first of all!!! ryder is aroace, emery is a grayromantic sapphic, and alina doesn’t care much for labels but if anyone asks he just says he’s bi.

alina doesn’t get crushes often but when she does she Does Not Know How To Handle It. shes very closed off but analytical, so he tends to observe more than anything and study their behavior much more than usual, trying to know best how to impress them or connect with them. it makes him seem kind of weird sometimes and definitely leads him to overthink easily AHDJASJS. ryder is his number 1 wingman

em can be bubbly and talkative but incredibly practical, so it takes them a while to truly open up to people. shes got Abandonment Issues (tm) but they’re very easily flustered and when people actually see them past their front they collapse and die immediately. they’re also a huge hopeless romantic which is usually the biggest surprise to other people, considering 1. their dads are Themselves and 2. they rarely experience romantic attraction but they LOVE sappy romance novels and big romantic gestures and fairytales with picture perfect endings

the 3 of them always band together to help with the others’ crushes tho, since they tend to be mostly on their own w that stuff….don’t get me wrong their parents are obviously incredibly loving and supportive of them and they appreciate them very much but they are. Not good at relationship advice of any kind

if any of them ever asked how to confess to their crush they’d be like “wait u actually want to ask them out??? like now??? this isn’t just your last resort???” “..yeah????” “….ok yea i don’t think i can help you there sorry”

once when alina was like 13 he had some weird ass rivalry with a girl at school and literally nobody could be normal abt it

kiera was right btw within a few years they couldn’t care less abt each other

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Your ask box is my kingdom, I am taking it over

But anyway I so badly want your thoughts on Jack and Davey in my college prof au please please please I know I haven't spoken about it on tumblr yet except from a little bit but I love your Javid so yeah

-has watched high school musical thank you very much

ok ok @roideny obvi this is your au but here are my Very Important thoughts bc i love them Very Much ugh. in love w them

David Jacobs-Kelly:

44 years old, born in ‘79

Undergrad: majored in English, minored in Creative Writing

Masters: Poetics and Theory AdvC- NYU

Doctorate: English and American Literature, thesis is over gender and sexuality in Shakespeare

he’s been Dr. Jacobs-Kelly for about seventeen years by the time the story takes place!

as a prof, he teaches a comp class, an honors comp (Critical Analysis and Writing), and some creative writing/poetry courses! he’s a very busy man.

he meets Race, Albert, and Finch because they’re students in his comp class!

when he’s not teaching, he’s really involved in the local queer scene. i feel like he’s a staple at drag brunches and pride celebrations; he’s not a huge club fan anymore but he still loves being Involved. growing up during the aids crisis is traumatizing at the least, and im sure he lost a few friends, so he stays up to date in the queer stuff to sort of honor them.

he marries jack in 2011 when gay marriage is legalized in new york!

he’s a huge shakespeare fan, as seen by his phd studies. he has a hamlet-inspired tattoo because he’s gay

tbh he probably has a cat named after shakespeare (they have two cats im calling it now. shakespeare and bryan, name courtesy of jack)

he and jack don’t have any kids, but he’s a loving fun uncle for Les and Sarah’s respective kids!

Jack Jacobs-Kelly:

45 years old, born in ‘78

Undergrad: Studio Art! but he dropped out after a semester <33

he just decided that college wasn’t for him. why pay money for something he doesn’t need?

he goes straight into a set design apprenticeship that medda helps him get! medda is his adoptive mom, so he’s been around queer spaces and theatre since he was around 15. he loves it, it’s his home

that being said he probably sells his own paintings and maybe does mural work on the side, he likes to keep busy and is invested in the art scene, and he meets davey when davey moves to New York for his masters! he’s the reason davey stays in NYC <33

he’s very eccentric, and very much doesn’t give a fuck. he’s a black queer man- the universe already nerfed him, so why worry about anything else? i can see him being the really go-with-the-flow husband to davey’s more tight-strung academic vibe. they really balance each other out

again, they don’t have kids, but i feel like this jack is very much For The Youths? i can see him volunteering a lot, working for organizations that help troubled kids get into the arts— i feel like it’s his passion project that makes him feel better when davey is busy at the university all day. in another life he’s a foster parent, but he and davey just don’t have the lifestyle to foster, so he focuses his energy elsewhere!

whenever davey “adopts” some freshmen he’s always on board. he really hits it off with Albert!

not as involved in the queer scene as davey, but his career is literally in musical theatre set design, so even if he’s not in the queer scene he’s In The Queer Scene

i don’t wanna talk about him losing medda but i can see him eventually inheriting the theater!

he loves his nieces and nephews! he’s a big family guy

Extra Thoughts:

jack and davey are a pair. they rarely go anywhere outside of work without each other, and they’re so, SO in love.

jack pretty regularly comes to see Davey while he’s at work; he’ll bring him lunch to office hours and pop in to watch him lecture from time to time.

davey attends the opening night of every show jack works on <33

their apartment is always a mess LMAO. davey has papers and books everywhere, there’s paint on the floor, brushes all over the place— it’s what happens when you cross a tired academic and an adhd creative. shit happens.

they actually stay pretty hip and on-trend? idk how it happens but jack is rlly good with youth culture and davey is on top of gay culture so like. yeah they work.

over summers and breaks, they travel a lot! not anything crazy expensive— they love international travel, but they’re also a big fan of road trips and rental cars!

they are my FAVORITES and i love them so much

#ugh el ily thank u for letting me contribute #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #livesies #newsies musical #newsies #ask a jac !#elliot tag #prof davey au

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1, 6, 11, 16 for the HTTYD asks! Thank you for making them! 🫶

Thanks for asking!

Which part of the series was your introduction to HTTYD? How old were you when you first became a fan?

HTTYD 1! My social studies teacher showed it to my class instead of teaching us the Vikings unit, lol. I learned nothing about actual Vikings but gained a lifelong obsession. I was 10 when the movie came out, so I've been into this franchise for over half of my life. I find it kind of funny because I remember thinking the movie would be absolutely terrible when I saw the trailers (I thought it was a "boy movie"....yeah I was like that as a kid) and then I never shut up about it for 14 years, lol.

6. What are your favourite ships in the fandom and why?

Ok IMMEDIATELY Dagcup comes to mind. I LOVE ship dynamics that basically resemble the dynamic between a chaotic dog and an exasperated cat. (Although Hiccup is pretty chaotic too to be fair. He just seems so rational in comparison to Dagur) I've also got a huge crush on both Dagur and Hiccup so that helps, lol. Vigcup is probably a close second.

Honestly though, I'm a fan of most of the popular non-canon ships in the fandom and most of the canon ones -- and even rare or crack ships I can eventually get behind.

My current favourite rarepair (that I'm pretty sure only I ship...for the time being) is Drago Bludvist and Skuld the Sorceress. I also ship Chaghatai Khan and Griselda the Grievous (and I came up with some OCs to be their kids).

11. What are your favourite locations in the Barbaric Archipelago?

This is gonna sound like a cop out but...pretty much all Berk in movie 1 - the first film has my absolute favourite set designs, textures, and colour schemes. The forests, the houses, the great hall, the sea stacks...all of it is breathtaking. This photo in particular makes me wish I could visit movie 1 Berk in real life:

The vibrant colours in the following movies are wonderful, but to me, they don't quite say Berk the way the first movie does. I understand that the art direction was probably trying to reflect how allying with the dragons brightened the lives of the characters...but I still think cold, dark Berk can still be a happy place.

I also very much enjoy Caldera Cay/Defenders of the Wing Island in RTTE. I like seeing how the architectural style of the Defenders of the Wing differs from that of other groups in the Archipelago. Their style is so utilitarian, it makes Berk look luxurious! And it makes the dragon-related decorative elements of their ceremonial architecture stand out even more.

16. What is your favourite plot arc?

Ooooh that's a tough one. I don't have *one* specific one in mind, but I think I have to go with any epsiodes in RTTE that feature the rivalry between the riders and the Hunters. Watching Viggo and Hiccup constantly try to outsmart each other is so fun.

Thanks again for asking! You'll probably see some questions in your inbox from me soon!

#httyd asks #answered asks #asks #httyd ask game #ask game #httyd #rtte #long post

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devoteyrheart · 9 months

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13. what traits does your muse value in a romantic partner? / any and all!

(from) ― romance & relationship headcanons! // @60104 13. what traits does your muse value in a romantic partner? / any and all!

phew this would be easier to answer if it was the opposite: what things they avoid/hate. also, whatever i write doesn't mean that the characters would never fall in love or have feelings for someone who doesn't match the descriptions i gave. there's always so much at play when you fall in love / feel drawn to a person but anyway!

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: mike zackarias, ilse langnar, marlene, jean kirstein, eld jinn, gunther schultz, annie leonhart

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ilse:

shared values. devotion. purpose. earnest. compassion. and willingness to grow . - if you're scared of / genuinely don't like being called out on your bullshit, she's not the woman for you. - she doesn't tolerate people canceling on her for shit like 'i don't feel like it' 'i fell asleep', she's surprisingly very ruthless about that kind of disrespect, but if, for example, her bf told her 'i really need to focus on studying for this big exam so we aren't going to hang out this week but i'll call you once every day' she would literally feel so attracted to him and just fall even more in love. she's not right in the head. ilse doesn't believe in soulmates, she believes in people CHOOSING each other and looking in the same direction and walking towards it side-by-side... so yeah... purpose and devotion ( to themselves / their goals, and to the relationship ) are v big to her. - she likes having fun, but play dumb games with her? make her pick between her family / friends and you? lmfao, she won't try to reason with you or meet you halfway: you're out. - you need to understand her family dynamic, or at least make an effort to. ilse's family dynamic is a il nuanced and, in part, she blames herself for it. surprisingly her family doesn't meddle much, but they're people who are "simpler" i guess, and they are very set in their ways and their family dynamic. they've experienced significant loss, and ilse is the first one in the family to leave their circle ( which was a very hard pill to swallow ). also ilse is the baby of the family by many years so you need to be someone who isn't a pushover but also won't engage with / start conflict no matter how provocative or protective they get. it's delicate and you need to know how to navigate it while still being yourself and not apologizing for it ( because if you do, they'll stop respecting you 💀).

eld:

compassion, loyalty, sense of humor, curiosity, and a sense of adventure.. but they can't be too hyper or disorganized. he loves and desires a calming/grounding presence. as much as eld feels drawn to people who are extremely spunky, that's not who he wants to build a life with. he's ok with someone who can keep in on his toes / roast him / call him out but only if it actually makes sense. also: you can't be someone who yells, especially during arguments. this guy is literally a child of a yelling marriage if you ever raise his voice at him or if he finds himself raising his voice at you: you're out. he won't even explain himself. you also can't be someone who believes (blood) family is everything - if you encourage eld to reconnect with his parents in a meaningful and lasting way: you're out.

mike:

compassion, neatness, and someone who values quality time and hanging out outdoors. also someone who doesn't try to change him? he spent enough years analyzing himself and getting to know himself and evolving to be the person he wants to be: he's not going to change. mike has grown to become calm person and he rarely engages in conflict not because he's averse to it but because he knows, damn well, that if he throws a punch the other person will get knocked out. younger mike very much still lives in inside older mike: don't bring him out. if you encourage mike to be aggressive in any way, you're out. also, if you're religious, you're out. i'm so sorry, he just can't go back to that.

gunther:

patience, organization, no pushiness, and loyalty... but with a bit of spunk. this man will swear he has no patience for nonsense but he loves a woman with a good sense of humour that can help him relax and bring out his laid-back side. someone who reminds him that he can be emotionally vulnerable. someone who is ok with the fact that he has a kid. he doesn't see his kid a lot ( i will touch on this at some point eventually ) but in the future he does want to spend more time with his child and if that's a problem for you: you're out.

marlene:

good sense of humor is essential to her. also someone who sees through her cool girl half-façade. she wants to be treated like a princess and spoiled, its the truth. she can absolutely spoil herself, but urgh she wants someone else to spoiler. she has a 'if i'm too much go find less' mentality and if you can't handle it that's your damn problem. you gotta b a lil intense, even if you're quiet, or else marlene won't feel drawn to you.

annie:

someone who understands the need for personal time and individual pursuits. she probably wants to sleep in separate bedrooms at times ( only at times, ofc she likes cuddling too ) and if you can't deal with it you're not the right person for her. annie appreciates a dry and sarcastic sense of humor so she values a partner who can match her wit. someone who is patient and soft but not an enabler or a pushover: annie sometimes wants things but doesn't pursue them, so someone who is encouraging without being overbearing is perfect. also, you can't be afraid of confrontation. for her, it's ok if your shy/quiet/introvert whatever the fuck, as long as you have a very strong spine. she will literally get the ick if you're too soft.

jean:

someone who is willing to grow, evolve, and talk things out ( don't go silent on him, please, don't shut him out - he copes very poorly with it ). someone who doesn't have their head in the cloud and who shows genuine empathy and understanding towards others.

#THANK YOU SO MUCH AND I'M SORRY I WROTE A LOT #––– ❛ about 【 mike 】#––– ❛ about 【 ilse 】#––– ❛ about 【 eld 】#––– ❛ about 【 marlene 】#––– ❛ about 【 jean 】#––– ❛ about 【 annie 】#––– ❛ about 【 gunther 】

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pokeexehasstoppedworking · 1 year

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Diamond In The Rough Ch5 A New Life- College Life That Is P2

(WARNING: The houndoom is in poor shape, not anything too extreme but still you're warned just in case also more mentioning of Zen's scars. What should we name the houndoom? And What pokemon do you guys want reader to catch in later chapters? There can only be three tho and native to Galar.)

As soon as the door closed ...you instantly regretted saying that because you ended up reflecting on what you just said...and ended up slamming your forehead against the door making Stacy look back up from her papers and Emerald still gaped like a goldfish as you groaned in frustration heat coming to your face.

How embarrassing!!

You just wanted to thank him but the way you came off was so embarrassing! What were you even thinking! 'You're pretty too?!' UGH!! He must be annoyed considering how many people already compliment him-...Well, he DID call you pretty first which again made your face light up a brighter red again. Because why would he say that!? You were sitting right next to him and were sure about what he said-...Well there was a perfectly logical explanation for all of this-

"Um..Y/n?," Stacy asked raising a brow from where she sat, eyeing your form slumped face first against the door. "Are you alright there?"

".....I'm good."

"Oh. Ok. Your pokemon were a bit chaotic when I came back. I gave them some food which seemed to calm them down for a while, but you might want to go check in on them."

"...Yeah." You pushed yourself off the door and briskly walked towards your room. "I-I'll go do that."

Well, like I was saying- There was a perfectly logical explanation for this. Gordie was widely known for interacting with his many, many, MANY fans on a personal level and complimenting others, so for him to call you pretty ONE time out of all of the times you two saw each other was nothing to make a big deal out of, besides...You were kinda used to Raihan doing it. The only difference between Raihan and Gordie was that Gordie wasn't trying to be flirty or saying it in a way to try and impress you. When he said it, it sounded like-...A genuine compliment from a nice person. You didn't know Gordie for a long time, but considering he saved your life you could assume he was a good person at heart. Plus you were just embarrassed you blurted that out without thinking just wanting to return the favor but it just came off like you were flirting back!! UGH!! Hopefully he'll just think you're joking and not think you were flirting with him or not think much of it at all. To distract your mind you just turned back to getting in your room where you were immediately jumped on by Silver who chirped and latched onto your leg in a death grip and a little aways from you Zen was giving an annoyed, ears back glance from the bed.

You sighed. "I know, I know. I'm sorry for disappearing on you guys. I just needed to go out for a little while. It won't happen again."

And you didn't. You figured if you ran into anymore trouble it'd be a better idea to have two pokemon you could battle with instead of being taken off guard again. Things returned to normal pretty quickly after that. You got a few calls from your friends on Christmas and a Christmas card from Stacy, you were still studying and a little bit tired from all your busy classes, you continued shopping for supplies when you needed them, and as busy as you were you weren't able to see Gordie again or figure out what happened with the whole bandit situation but you did get a semi-update from Emerald gossiping very, very, VERY loudly on her phone on particular night in between her complaining of classes-

"Did you hear what happened yesterday?," she spoke loudly on the other side of your wall to someone on her phone, "....What? No! I'm not talking about Mrs. Cedar's botched dye job! I'm talking about that nasty bandit that was caught the other night! Apparently he's been caught breaking into a Pokemon Daycare looking for a rare pokemon, was caught red handed trying to break into their rotomi system....*scoff* No, I don't know why! He's probably some little man who's dumb enough to get caught! ...Ahmhmhmhm!~ Gordie now...*sigh*...He's really cute isn't he?~"

And you were back to trying to ignore what she was LOUDLY saying! Seriously, HOW was Stacy able to sleep with Emerald like this? You supposed she just must've been a deep sleeper. January went by pretty fast and like normal. It was all mostly just last classes and reviewing things you went over the previous few months since the finals would be taking place next months. You spent all your free time studying hard and doing your homework for the last few classes until February finally descended upon you and the events of the fountain incident left your mind almost entirely as you had bigger things to worry about for now. There would be two weeks left of the school year. The first two weeks of February would be the last two weeks of the school year. The first week would be for all the exams and studying, and the second week was for the students to pack up their dorms, finish whatever business they had left before the R.A.s did one last dorm inspection, donate any books or uniforms that could still be used or resold back to the school, and whatever needed to be done before your grades were emailed back and weather or not you passed the school year. The summer months was for the staff to wind down and prepare for the next year and cleaning of the university. The first of the last two weeks was stressful to say the least. It felt like you were trying to pass your senior year in high school again, but at least the materials (aside from match-) weren't so hard to remember since you've already done similar things before, didn't mean it was less stressful to do. Once the week was over is when you finally got a chance to relax back and take a breather.

The last week-...

You woke up one morning in the middle of the week to some loud yelling from Emerald again. She was yelling at who you assumed was her 'boyfriend' who was helping (moving all her stuff by himself-) to move her stuff out of her dorm room now that her last year was finished and she wanted to leave as soon as possible. Not being able to get back to sleep with all the noises you ended up dragging yourself out of bed and opening your door blinking tiredly in your pjs just as a man walked past carrying a pretty big box overflowing with clothes making you blink more.

"What the-"

"Y/n!," you turned your head over and saw Stacy smiling from her own doorway holding a much smaller box, "Good morning! Did we wake you up?"

"Kinda. What are you two doing this early in the morning?"

"Moving out. We have until Friday to get all of our belongings out of here, so we're leaving and cleaning before the R.A.s inspection. If you wouldn't mind helping me cleaning the common room and kitchen before I leave that'd be great."

"Huh? ...Oh. Uh sure. Give me a moment."

You were quick to get dressed and came back out just as Emerald walked out the door and gave a hand to Stacy cleaning up the small living room/kitchen area which as small as the space was, didn't take too long to sweep, mop, and wipe down the few countertops before helping Stacy to move all her small boxes and bags to the living room so she could freely clean out her own area. You both finished under two hours and Emerald just left her own room door opened and didn't come back within that time period. You were probably going to have a harder time sweeping up and cleaning your own room since Zen got red and white fur all over the place. It was easy enough to pack up all your belongings and shoo your pokemon into the living room for the moment so they wouldn't bothering you trying to vaccumm Zen's shed fur out of the carpet. Stacy poked her head into your room for a moment with a smile.

"Hey. I'm going to wash all of our bedding. You want me to take yours too? It seems you're gonna be busy for a while."

"Yeah. That'd be great thanks. It's gonna take me all day to rake all this fur up."

And it did...kinda. You had to vacuum the entirety of the room at least four to five times to get all the shedded fur out of the carpet and afterwards clean your small bathroom before the inspection two days from now. Stacy returned sometime in the middle of this with your bedsheets you just left on top of the mattress. And during ALL of this Emerald STILL hadn't returned despite it being in the middle of the day now. Which wasn't strange considering she usually disappeared for hours on end and came back at insane hours later, but you three only had three days (counting today) to clean out your dorm and turn in your keys so shouldn't she be here cleaning out her own room? Stacy was already nice enough to clean the bed sheets C.U. provided and leave them on top of her bed, but surely she would be coming back to clean out her own room right?...Well you were about to find out how bad of a roommate Emerald actually was when Stacy popped her head back in to ask another question while you were busy scrubbing your bathroom floor.

"Hey. I'm dropping off my reusable text books. Since I'm already done packing and everything, do you want me to drop yours off too? You seem to be pretty busy," she offered and you smiled tiredly at her.

"Yeah thanks! They're a bit heavy tho, get Zen and I'll have him help you carry them back to the library."

"Sweet!"

That was half an hour ago, Stacy took Zen and your pile of books and went to go delivery them to the library to be resold to other students who needed them. To be honest you were kinda glad you could just donate them so you didn't have to be stuck with books you'd never use again after this year. You had just finished cleaning the bathroom and finished putting the cleaning supplies away when Stacy came back with your zangoose, and she looked at you with a deadpanned, annoyed, and so done look.

"Hey. Is everything ok? You look like someone stole your lunch money."

"Worse. I was down at the front desk turning in our books and my room key, and guess what I found out?," she asked in an annoyed tone hands on her hips as she turned to you.

You rose a brow at her unusual annoyed look on her otherwise happy face and asked, "What?"

"Well I was told I was the second one from our room to turn in our shared room key. Which means that Emerald LEFT campus already!"

Your eyes widened. "WHAT!? What do you mean she left already? Wasn't she supposed to help us clean up? We practically did everything waiting for her to come back!"

She nodded. "I know. But that's not the worst part."

"What is?"

She didn't say anything but Stacy instead walked right on over to Emerald's room where her door was still partially opened and using her hand, harshly pushed the door open in her annoyance and just looked into the room. Oh right. Stacy went in there once to grab her bedsheets and wash them for everyone and placed them back while you all waited for Emerald to return, so she must've known what the inside of her room looked like. You, being curious now, walked on over to stand by her and looked into the opened doorway, and it was that moment you felt your jaw drop and eyes widen in horror at the absolute MESS the room was in! IT WAS A HUGE MESS!! All over the floor was crumpled up papers, old food wrappers, a few pieces of clothing you guessed the prissy Emerald didn't want enough to take with her, a few random posters taped to the walls one of which was partially hanging off. The tops of the C.U. provided desk and dresser were cluttered with old make up product containers, and magazines and you could see one of the dresser drawers was opened, the reason being was because it was stuffed TO THE BRIM with random knick knacks and junk no one would really wanna keep, and a broken phone charging cord hung limping from the ceiling fan. THE. CEILING. FAN. The only 'clean' space that was to be seen was the bed that was just a bare mattress with the neatly folded and cleaned bedsheets sitting on top of it. You both stared at the horror before you both before slowly looking at one another...and Stacy turned to walk back towards the kitchen.

"H-Hey! Where are you going?"

"To grab some gloves and some bleach. I'll be needing them if I want to tackle that bathroom. Go grab a trash bag and just start throwing that trash away will you?"

Now you weren't sure why Stacy would take it upon herself to clean someone else's mess let alone her bathroom, but she was nice enough to help you out so you'd do this to help her not cover for Emerald who left this entire mess behind for the both of you to clean for her. She seemed to be tackling the part you really didn't think you'd want to do so you'd tackle the rest of this mess. The first thing to go was that over stuffed, useless knick knack drawer you just dumped into the bag you'd gotten as well as anything else you found tucked away inside the drawers before bending down to start just grabbing all the random trash scattered along the carpeted floor and desk area with a scowl on your face. How could someone do this!? This was a low thing to do to someone, leaving someone else to clean up your mess. Well you guessed you got the easy part. Picking up all the trash and tearing the old, tattered posters off the walls. By the time you were finished packing up all the random crap lying around everywhere, the bag was full and tied up by you and you weren't sure how badly the mess Stacy was cleaning was, but she was still working on it by the time you were done chucking the trash bag away and came back. So you just decided to finish up the rest of the clean up by yourself, wiping off the desk and then starting to sweep up the carpet with the small vacuum cleaner. Just wanting to get this entire thing over with. You couldn't believe Emerald! She was a terrible roommate. You were just glad you wouldn't have to interact with her again. It all seemed to be going well. You'd be done, Stacy had now just come out from the bathroom which reeked of cleaning products now, and you were almost done sweeping up the carpet. All that was left was under the bed, which you bent down to shove the vacuum under to sweep under the bed when it happened. The sweeper made a clogged muffled noise and you pulled it back only to find a single tattered old purse attached to the end stuck in the sucking bit.

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF ARCEUS!!", you shouted quickly pulling back and just yanking the thing out from the vacuum's grasp until it came free with a sound and you tossed the broken purse aside.

The tear in the once nice purse's side was made bigger when you yanked it out of the vacuum's grasp with a 'rrrriiiippp' sound before you tossed it to the side to throw it away later. The small hand bag was tossed to the side by the desk and you went back to sweeping under the bed, not noticing the small red, white, and black ball popping out of the purse with a thud sound and rolling under the desk as you continued to clean away. Or the small clicking sound as it opened after hitting the wall or seeing the bright white light as something came out under the desk. Instantly hiding from anyone on instinct. Once you were done sweeping the last of under the bed, the small vacuum was switched off and with a sigh you trudged back into the common room, red eyes following you, to place the small machine back into the closet Stacy had cleaned out earlier today. Speaking of Stacy, the Nurse Joy in the making was tiredly plopped on the Sofa surrounded by her boxes of belongings, but looked up when you walked in.

"Hey. Are you finished with your part?," she asked tiredly.

"Almost. She left a surprise piece of trash under the bed and I have to pick that up." You gestured to the many boxes around her after closing the closet. "You need any help taking those boxes anywhere?"

Stacy shook her head with a sigh. "My mom and granny are coming by later today to help me take my stuff home before my graduation ceremony next week, but thanks for the offer. What about you? Do you need any help packing?"

You shook your head. "Nah. I don't own a whole lot of things personally, and what I do own all fits in my big backpack anyways. I should be all done packing anyways considering I cleaned-" Oh wait. Your head turned towards Emerald's room again. "And speaking of which, I'd better go pick that purse back up. It'd be annoying to just clean everything up and leave just one thing."

Stacy blinked. "She left something in there besides trash?"

You deadpanned. "No. It's still trash, but for some reason she had the genius idea to leave a stupid purse under the bed."

Stacy could only give a 'you've gotta be kidding me' look as you just turned back around and marched back into the room. You saw the old tattered purse alright. It was laying on the floor where you left it. Lying right there on the floor in front of the now bare desk like a single reminder to the extra work you both had to do today. Sigh. You didn't even know why you both cleaned it to begin with. It was Emerald who made and then left this mess without even a good bye to the two of you to clean like you were her personal maids. You guessed Stacy just didn't want to get in any trouble with C.U. when she was literally about to graduate and you didn't blame her. With Emerald gone that rude director might insist the two of you pay to clean the mess or Emerald might've said the room actually belonged to one of you instead of her, and she was already gone anyways, so it'd just be easier to clean it up and move on with your lives at this point. So you leaned down to picked up the purse to just toss it into the trash since it was really the last thing for you both to really do at this point-

GROWL!!

You jumped almost dropping the hand bag in your hands at the sudden dog like snarl that came from no where and on instinct your head whipped around behind you expecting to see Zen in the doorway. The growl didn't even sound remotely like your zangoose but sometimes he'd give off a growl if he was hungry and wanted you to feed him. And you expecting to see him staring at you from the doorway having woken up from his nap in the kitchen to demand you feed him, but blinked when you saw no one there. What the-

GROWL!!

You jumped again and looked forward when you realized when that growl was coming from IN FRONT of you, ...and your eyes widened. Red eyes glared out at you from the shadows and pearly white fangs were shown from curled back lips looking at you with malice as you could only stare at them in sudden fear. HOLY ARCEUS!! WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT THING!? The monster under the desk gave off another loud snarl as you gulped at it. It continued to stare at you- Until it lunged at you. In a blur so much happened so fast. You screamed and fell backwards, there was a blur of black and red launched at you, and in an instant another blur of white and red slammed into the first blur smacking it to the ground.

"Y/N!?", Stacy's voice called out as soon as you yelled and rushed to the doorway when you didn't answer.

The reason you couldn't answer was because all heck was breaking lose right in front of you. Your eyes widened to the size of plates as Zen was there wrestling with the monster from under the desk as it wriggled and snarled from under his massive weight. The dog like beast thrashed uselessly under the zangoose's much heavier weight, one of Zen's giant clawed paws tightly wrapped around it's red muzzle easily keeping it firmly shut and from biting you, the other paw pressed down hard on it's head between two curved horns keeping it to the ground as Zen sat on top of it's back keeping it from standing. The thing continued to try and get loose from under him to no avail as you just stared at it.

"Y/N!?," Stacy yelled at the sight before her. "What in Arceus's name is going on!?"

"IT'S A HOUNDOOM!!"

The dog-like pokemon that had lunged at you was in fact, indeed a bloody HOUNDOOM!! Zen had rushed in and effectively body slammed a bloody houndoom to the floor and was now sitting on him as the thing thrashed around under it-

"ZANG!" The voice of Zen cried out making the houndoom under him freeze as the zangoose leaned closer with a scowl and growl of his own. The long claws of the pokemon forcefully pulling the houndoom to look him right in the eye and those red eyes narrowed. "...HIIISSSSSSSSS!!!!"

Now you had absolutely NO idea what Zen said to him as you obviously didn't speak pokemon, but the reaction from the houndoom made you think you didn't want to know what was said, because the houndoom paused, gave a kicked dog whine, and went limp in the grip of Zen. You however used this time to jump to your feet and jumped when Stacy grabbed your shoulders with a concerned look.

"Y/N! Are you alright!? I thought you were a goner there!" She then looked to Zen who dropped the houndoom's head but refused to get off it's back. By now Silver had poked his head into the doorway and chirped in surprise seeing the random fierce pokemon Zen sat on. "And where in the world did THAT come from?!"

You shook your head and looked down at the houndoom who still glared at everyone around him, but didn't dare move with the way Zen was currently scowling at him. "I have no idea....Hold this." Stacy blinked as you shoved the broken purse into her hands and she gawked with a weird noise as you just KNEELED DOWN TO BE FACE TO FACE WITH THE HOUNDOOM!!

"Uh...WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? Don't you know that thing just tried to bite your head off!? Why would you get near it!?"

"I've dealt with falling through the sky, chased by an onix, fighting a giant legendary pokemon twice, getting sent to the hospital, falling into a fountain head first, and getting hit face first by a giant roof tile. I'm not scared of a simple houndoom by now," you deadpanned and just looked at the thing as it stared back at you with a scowl on it's face. ....It WAS just a simple houndoom. A pretty big and skinny houndoom, but it wasn't anything special. Not even a shiny. You tilted your head at it. "...You weren't here before." Your head then looked past Zen towards the desk. Yeah. He definitely wasn't here before when you literally swept under the desk. You were pretty sure you would've noticed a giant houndoom hunched under the desk like a hiding bandit. Then something faintly in the dark caught your eye.

Stacy rose a brow totally bewildered further as you literally crawled around the pokemon and under the desk. "Whaaat are you doing now? Aren't you forgetting we have a pokemon here that literally tried to attack you?!"

"Maybe there was a reason," you answered back grabbing the small round object in the dark and them retreating back out only to hold up a very, VERY familiar looking object in your hands eyes narrowing. "Maybe he had a reason to be angry at someone?"

Stacy's eyes widened as she stared at the pokeball in your hands before pointing. "Is that a pokeball? What's that doing here?"

"I don't know. It wasn't there when I cleaned earlier. It must've fallen out of the desk or something." You held up the ball to the dog pokemon who gave a grunt in response. "But this must belong to him because he was absolutely not here before."

"Ok...That actually makes sense to how he got into our apartment, but what I can't wrap by head around is why he's here. You don't think he could belong to Emerald do you?"

"Yeah. He probably does since she's the only one who lived in here, but the real question is why she left him. You don't think she forgot him do you?"

"I don't know. Maybe." Stacy's eyes turned from looking at the ruined purse to looking around the now clean room, to then looking back to the houndoom who seemed to calm down now but still scowled up at all of you....and her blue eyes squinted. "Hey, Y/n." You hummed. "Could you make your zangoose get off him?"

Now it was your turn to blink surprised. "What? But I thought you were the one saying he's the one who tried to attack us."

"Yeah, yeah. I know but-....Something seems a little off about him. It's just hard to tell because Zen's sitting on him."

You slowly stood before looking at the houndoom. He looked just like an average every day houndoom to you, but Stacy was a Nurse in training who came from a long line of Nurse Joys. So obviously she'd be able to surely spot something you couldn't. And there was no reason to NOT trust Stacy, so with a sigh you nodded. "Sure. Zen." One ear of the zangoose flicked up at you but otherwise he didn't look up at you. "Tell that pokemon that I don't know what his problem is, but we're not going to hurt him or anything."

He did as you asked and spoke- "Zang, zang. Goo goose. Zan." The Houndoom twisted his neck around to look Zen in the eyes as he spoke. You could tell the houndoom that yourself, but you had a feeling that if you had another pokemon tell him, maybe he'd be a bit more understanding.

"We're not the ones he should be angry at, so don't try to come at us again."

"Goose, goose. Zang."

"You're going to get off him now, but you tell him if he tries anything, I'm going to have you sit on him again."

"Zang, zang zang zang zang. ANG!! GOOSE!!"

Zen delivered the message maybe a bit more forceful than needed but it seemed to do the trick because the houndoom remained silent when Zen painfully slowly got off him and kept an eye on his movements when the dog pokemon sat up with a growl of annoyance. ...Still looked like a regular houndoom to you, but Stacy tilted her head sideways at the pokemon with a thoughtful expression in her eyes.

"....It's too skinny."

"What?"

You looked to her and she gestured to the houndoom. "I don't know a whole lot about houndooms, but I'm for certain it's not supposed to be that skinny. He's half the weight he should be."

"Really?" You took another look at it, and it did look a bit skinny. "Should we get it some food?"

Stacy slowly nodded. "That would be for the best...On second thought, I think we should take him to see my grandmother. She might be able to tell us more about him if there's anything else I'm missing."

"Yeah. If you think so."

You got your coat and still holding the pokeball, you made the pokemon follow Stacy out of the dorm room and all the way to the class building (along with Zen because you weren't risking this thing going berserk again). It wasn't hard to find Professor Joy. The retired Nurse Joy was found exactly where you thought she'd be, which was the Health/Pokemon Care classroom getting last minute preparations finished, but was shocked to high heavens to see the lot of you just waltz on in with a houndoom and Zangoose. You let Stacy explain the entire situation (leaving out the part where you both had to clean Emerald's room for her-) and gestured to the houndoom who still looked grumpy but more calmer, maybe because Zen was still staring dagger at him this entire time. Professor Joy took a moment to just look at all of you before you all watched her take out what could only be described as a medical kit- OH! Right. She was both the teacher and C.U.'s resident on campus nurse. The houndoom grumbled and grunted as she poked and prodded at it to see if it was alright, and you and Stacy exchanged glances every so often, until her grandmother pulled the houndoom onto what must've been a machine to weigh pokemon and the small lit up scale dialed up until it showed the numbers '62' on the screen. Professor Joy just looked at it for a long moment before back at the grumbling pokemon then looked at the both of you with a judgmental frown.

"This houndoom is fifthteen pounds underweight! How is it like this!?"

You looked surprised as Stacy shook your head. "We don't know. We just found it and brought it to you."

Professor Joy hummed and crossed her arms for a moment with an annoyed expression on her face. "Well then whomever owns this pokemon hasn't been feeding them the right food!"

"You mean the fire type food you told us in class?" you offered and she made a face.

"Yes, but not quite..." She rose a brow back at you. "Which one you currently has it's pokeball?" Stacy pointed at you. "Tell it to use flamethrower or some kind of fire attack."

"What!? In here? Are you sure?"

"Just do it." You weren't sure what she was doing but you looked between the two before wincing and telling the thing to use flame thrower, snapping your eyes shut to avoid seeing the fire damage it would cause- *COUGH!!*...You blinked. What the- The houndoom hacked and coughed, making a bunch of choking sounds before a couple weak plumes of smoke escaped it's throat. Just as Professor Joy leaned over to sniff at some of the smoke escaping it's mouth.

"EW! Granny, what are y-"

"I knew it." The professor huffed annoyed and scowled at the poor thing, "The smoke's not pungent."

"Uh..Doesn't all smoke smell bad?"

"Typically yes, but Houndoom's are different,'' she explained one hand patting the wincing pup's head. "The smoke that comes out of their mouth smells more pungent than most fire types due to the certain chemicals developed in their bodies to fuel their fire. But there's no bad smell or fire coming from it. No smell means no fire. No fire means little to no chemicals. And no chemicals means that it can't use any fire type moves to defend itself. That's most likely why it tried to bite you upon fire meeting rather than use it's flames."

You both could only stare at her in disbelief. "How could this have happened?!"

"Houndoom aren't native to Galar. So there's none of their natural food sources that grow here. Clearly whoever owned this houndoom didn't know or care to figure that out judging by the state it's in."

"Is it going to be ok?"

She sighed but nodded. "Yes. It's not malnourished thank goodness. But it'll need lots of food with nutrients to gain back what it lost. I'll write you a diet for it, but that's all I can offer. You'll be able to pick it up at the pokemon center later...." She then paused and gave a stare at Zen who was staring back at her, and then she rose a brow at it too. "...And while you're here I should take a look at your zangoose. It seems to have a few problems of it's own."

Now THIS surprised you because you looked to Zen and looked him up and down. He didn't seem in bad shape to you. You certainly fed him enough and took him out for exercise and everything else he needed to keep healthy. He didn't act like he was in bad shape either, surely if he needed something he would've bugged you until you found out what it was like whenever he was hungry. "But I make sure to take care of him."

"I'm not saying you're not," she explained calmly, "I'm saying that there might be things you're unaware of. Does he always walk upright with his claws out like he is now?"

"I-...Yes, he does but he always sharpens them when he needs to so it's not like they're dull."

"That's not normal zangoose behavior," she explained further looking at him more. "Unless they're attacking or feel threatened, they're usually traveling on all fours with their claws retracted which is why your zangoose is acting so strange."

"...Are you saying he's feeling threatened all the time then?"

"No. It's not that either. He seems unusually...calm....Would you mind if I examine him for a moment?"

"Uh.." You looked between Zen and her uncertain for a moment before shrugging. "I mean..yeah. If there's something wrong I'd rather know about it. Zen, hop up on the table there and behave."

You were concerned about the shocked face the professor gave when Zen listened to you and silently climbed up onto the small table. After a moment or two of just standing there, she went to work. Doing all the things she did with the houndoom but this time went further and had you make Zen let her examine his claws and you had to keep him from hissing at her when she took a closer look at the scars on either side of his body, but by the end of it the professor seemed less concerned and more confused.

"Well...You're right in that there's nothing wrong with him, but I do have to ask. Where on earth did you get him? Zangeese aren't native to Galar either."

"Actually I don't know where he came from exactly," you answered looking at Zen as he yawned widely, "I won him in a fair game last year and he's sorta been stuck with me since then."

"A fair game??...Did he exhibit any strange behaviors when you first got him? Usually zangeese aren't this calm."

You shrugged. You had no idea since you never owned a zangoose before so you wouldn't know. Maybe he once belonged to someone who just happened to train him real well? "I mean...He was really curious when I first let him out, but he's been pretty well behaved since then...Unless you count dumping out my backpack whenever he's hungry."

"AH! So that's it!" She smiled. "Then there's absolutely nothing wrong with his behavior." You gave her a 'what' making her chuckle. "I had a hunch but I couldn't be sure. I believe your particular Zangoose used to be a pack alpha."

"A pack what?"

"You see, zangeese have a particular behavior when it comes to living in the wild," she explained, "Zangoose usually run in packs, usually three to a pack but they can get up to even twelve in one pack. There's often one that's a singular leader known as an 'alpha'. You can usually tell an alpha from the other members of a pack from how they act." She gestured to Zen. "What you have here is ...or really was an alpha. His behavioral patterns are all there. Zangoose alphas act different than others in the pact because of their leadership status. They're much more calmer, and they often walk more often on their hind legs with their claws out to protect the pack in any instant, you said yours has always acted like that right?" You nodded. "Then there's nothing wrong with him. You're looking at a long time alpha of a pack if the behavioral patterns are ingrained that deeply. That wasn't him being curious when you all met either, that was him sizing you up as potential pack mates." She smiled. "With how well he gets along with you, I'd say he already accepted you as new family."

You stared at her for a long moment before looking back at Zen who yawned again and lifted his back leg to scratch his ear, a duck sound going off in your mind. .....ZEN WAS A FREAKING PACK LEADER!? Well, you guessed ex-pack leader now, but how the heck did he end up here then if he was once a long standing leader of a pack!? Did someone catch him and then abandon him like Emerald did with the houndoom?? Was he separated from his old trainer by accident? Was he just traded by the old man running the game? Or was there more unorthodox methods at play? ..But what she said made sense. It explained Zen's non aggressive nature well and why he seemed to be highly aware of his surrounding, like how he was instantly able to subdue the houndoom. He was protecting who he saw as what was essentially his new family. That thought made your heart break into a thousand pieces at the thought. What happened to take him away from his old family-

"I'll give you both the appropriate food for the houndoom and write down a strict diet for him," the professor stated making you blink back to her, "With it he should be back in shape in a months time. Although you should take him for regular check ups to the local pokemon center to keep track of the progress...As for your zangoose, I'd advise having him start walking on all fours a little more. It'll be better for his posture."

"I understand. ...Thanks."

At the end you and Stacy found yourselves walking back towards the dorm room in silence with both the houndoom and Zen walking next to the both of you, the houndoom seemed to be looking around very curiously around himself at the chilly snowy areas, a decent sized bag of dog food- Uh..Poke-food in your arms for the houndoom.

"Sooooo....What now?," Stacy asked concerning the houndoom. "She literally just abandoned her pokemon!"

"Hey. We don't know that," you...tried to give Emerald the benefit of the doubt even if you didn't want to. "Obviously she was in a rush, so she could've just forgotten him by accident. Maybe she'll come back for him."

"And if she doesn't?" You didn't have an answer for that. "I can't stay to take care of him. I'm only staying in town until graduation next week, then I'm taking an internship at Wyndon Hospital and I'm already busy preparing to move out."

"I can take care of him for a few days,'' you stated looking at him, "The school doesn't close until after Friday so I should be able to stay two more days in case she comes back."

"And if she doesn't come back? What will you do then?"

That was a good question. You couldn't release the houndoom if it wasn't native to Galar without it's natural food source, and you had no idea where Emerald was or where she went or where she came from. So there's little chance you could contact her or a family member to give the houndoom back, and if she didn't come back the poor thing would be abandoned. "....I'll go to one of the gym leaders." You settled on. That was your best bet. Being gym leaders, they had much more experience raising, battling, and being around all kinds of pokemon, plus they had already taken cared of the pokemon Sordward and Shielbert left abandoned in their gym before. Surely they'd be able to help at the very least. "If I can't figure out what to do then I ask them about it. They'll know more about this kind of thing than I can."

"Seems like a solid plan. Are you sure you can take care of him tho?"

"It'll be for two days at most, I can handle him. Besides if he gets aggressive I have Zen to help back me up on keeping him tame, but I don't think he'll try anything again if he's taken cared of. We'll be ok."

"Alright, but please be careful."

It's funny how fast two days can fly by. Stacy finished packing when you got back and later that day her grandmother and mother showed up to help move her out and then she too was gone. Leaving you all alone in the dorm room with just your pokemon for company. Silver stayed well far away from the houndoom and Zen continued to just glare at it sizing him up as it just stared grumpily off at nothing, until you gave it a giant heaping of whatever food the professor gave you. It was gone in a matter of minutes with how greedily the thing ate it up. Whoa...He must've been REALLY hungry then. Emerald did not return for the rest of that day. The next day went by, Thursday. Still no signs on Emerald, and the houndoom didn't cause anymore problems as you continued to feed it the amount needed. And then Friday came. The last day you all could stay until you'd be forced to leave. You had waited the entire day sitting there for any signs of Emerald to show up, but still nothing. By now it had been almost three whole days since Emerald left and left you with a mess and pokemon to care for, well there wasn't anything else you could do- I mean...What else COULD you do? Except doing what you said you would do it. You trudged through the snow with three pokemon on your heels and a small pair of clothes within your arms, you had to return them anyways you just hoped they wouldn't mind you dropping in on them. You had remembered the way distantly from when Gordie rescued you from the fountain, and thankfully you were able to find your way back to Ms. Melony's house and knocked on the front door after a moment's hesitation. There was silence for a moment before soft footsteps came from the other side and soon after the doorknob turned and the door opened, on the other side was a girl around Gloria's age with white hair and bright ice blue eyes. The teenager was smiling when she answered the door but upon seeing you blinked and gave a confused look.

"Um. Hi!," you greeted with a smile to her, "This is completely out of the blue but I was wondering if your mom or big brother was home?"

She blinked again, rose a brow, looked you up and down, and then squinted her eyes suspiciously. "....Why? Who are you?"

"I'm Y/n. You're brother pulled me out of the fountain in town?"

In an instant her face lit up in realization. "Oh! You're that girl Gordie was talkin' about!" She then smiled in an amused way. "Yeah. I remember you pretty well."

"Yeah." You felt embarrassment crept through you again. "Anyways, is any of the gym leaders here?"

She nodded chuckling now. "Yeah. You're just in time. We just finished 'family dinner time' so you didn't miss anyone."

You smiled. "That's great! Can we come in?"

She gave a sly smile before stepping aside. "Sure. Come right on in. Just don't forget to wipe your feet."

You thanked her before walking right on into the living room with Zen and the houndoom at your sides, Silver poking his head out of your backpack as you looked around the place but nothing could have prepared you for what Elsa said after she closed the door, and with a smirk only a teasing little sister could, turned towards the home.

"HEY MA!!," your pokemon winced at her loud lungs as her voice echoed throughout the house. "WE GOT A VISITER!!"

"Use your inside voice!," right on cue Melony's voice came from the kitchen area and only now you realized you could hear the clatter of dishes being moved around. "And who is it this late in the day? I already told the paparazzi no interviews!"

Elsa smirked. "IT'S GORDIE'S GIRLFRIEND!!"

Glass shatter sound effect. wave

...What-

The sound of dishes suddenly stopped, and it was dead quiet for a moment except for a few giggles from Elsa, until there was a quick shuffle of footsteps and who should you see poking their heads out of the entrance to the kitchen, but Gordie himself who looked confused but upon seeing you, now looked absolutely panicked and Melony later behind him calmer but confused to all the noise that was going on.

Melony blinked. "...Oh, it's you, Dear." She smiled politely. "How nice to see you again! Gordie, dear, don't stand there with your mouth open! Tell your girlfriend to come inside-"

"S-S-SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!," he quickly forced out panicked looking between you and his mother horrified to be seeing you standing in his mother's living room, although his red face wasn't convincing his family in the slightest. "W-What are you doin' here!?"

As your answer you held out the small pair of clothes. "I came to return the clothes your mom lent me. Thanks again by the way."

"Oh! Well thank you!" Melony happily took it from you with a smile. "How nice of you! Gordie, why didn't you tell me she was so nice?"

SMACK!!

You blinked at the sudden smacking sound as Gordie facepalmed himself red faced as his sister just giggled. "BECAUSE she's NOT my girlfriend! We're only acquaintances!"...And again he looked at you. "B-But thanks for returning my Ma's stuff...I guess."

"Yeah. But I'm not here for just that, I came to see you too."

Gordie's mind blanked. "W-WHAT!? I-I- You-...Why!?"

"One of my room mates abandoned a pokemon in her dorm room and I can't find her or anything." You decided to ignore any embarrassing topics stirred by Elsa by gesturing to the scratching houndoom. She was just trying to get a rile out of Gordie anyways. Nothing more. "I didn't know what else to do with it so I thought maybe you or your mom could help me out."

....Oh.

Oh. OH!!

He literally wanted to ram his head under a rock and never come back out from embarrassment, didn't help Elsa was still snickering at his reaction. "....Oh-"

"Oh, the poor baby," Melony cooed a hand on her cheek looking at the houndoom, "Whoever would do such a thing to the-..The-...What type of pokemon is that again?"

"A houndoom. It's a fire and dark type. I think they're from Kanto."

"Dark and fire?...That's a bit out of our expertise," Gordie mumbled taking a look at the houndoom, "...But I guess I can make a few calls and see what laws there are concerning abandoned pokeballs with pokemon still in them."

"I can make call up Kabu. Or Piers," Melony added, "They might be able to help with...something. They specialize in those types after all. Where can we be able to find you?"

"For now? Circhestor's hotel. I'm staying there until I can figure out what to do about the limited housing."

At this Gordie blinked. "Oh. You're not stayin' in your dorm anymore?"

"No. It's closed for summer break anyways and it won't be open again until mid August which is months from now."

"So you...didn't leave yet?"

"Well I guess I could, but it takes so long to travel anywhere from here and I don't want to take a long trip like that again until my second year's over with." You'd already been emailed the results of your tests scores and other than a C in math, your grades were pretty good enough for you to get to go onto your second and final year. "So I'm staying in the hotel until I can figure something out. Plus it gives me plenty of time to prepare for the next year, since I know some things I'll have to work on."

Gordie smiled a bit- Before quickly coughing and looking to the side. "Um...Y-Yeah. I- I mean- WE!! WE will get back to you o-once we make those calls! Haha! N-No need ta worry!" He smiled widely as you rose a brow. "Nothin' to worry your head off! J-Just do your own thing in the meantime!"

"Really? Thanks! You're actually a really nice guy!"

"Haha! Y-Yeah."

Long story short, you ended up leaving their home to go acquire yourself a room at the hotel with your pokemon, and as soon as the door clicked behind you silence rang between the family members standing there. Gordie sighed. Elsa looked at him amused and Melony looked at him and said something that would make Elsa howl in laughter once again.

"She's such a nice, Young Lady. You should invite her to dinner next Friday."

"MA! NO!!"

#Gordie #Gordie x reader #Pokemon Gordie x reader #Pokemon reader x Gordie #reader x Gordie #reader #Pokemon reader #Pokemon Gordie #pokemon shield #pokemon sword #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh

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joshriku · 2 years

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here's another cherik fic rec for @vvivacious101 enjoy :)

same as last time, no sad endings here :sob: i like my happy stories

Frühjahrsputz by acetamide: half of my bookmarks are days of future past related when it comes to cherik movies and this is so. oh my god. it's about the healing. about cleaning. about cutting your hair. about healing and coming together once more. it's SO MUCH .

the recklessness of water by pocky_slash: i reread this this morning. and it made me go insane AGAIN. LIKE IMAGINE IF READING A FIC WAS LIKE DRINKING WARM TEA. THATS HOW IT FEELS LIKE

be so good by significantowl: this one's an au but *pointing at the chronic pain* HOLY SHIT !!!!! SO GOOD!!!!! i was reading this like hes just like me fr....except i dont have a sexy boyfriend who takes care of me but hwatever! ITS SO GOOD!!!!!!!

the beginning of knowledge by cymbalism: oh my god this fucks so hard SORRY IT JUST DOES. THE TENSIONNN. THE CHARACTER WRITING. THE ENDING? HOLY SHIT. YEAH. THE ASSIGNMENT WAS SO UNDERSTOOD

the world outside was hungry by tzigane, zaganthi: THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOST INSANE FIC EVER WRITTEN LIKE I GAINED THE WORST MENTAL ILLNESS I COULD GAIN FROM THIS I WAS SO STRESSED AND ALSO SO GIDDY AND ALSO SO IN LOVE AND ALSO SO DEEPLY SAD I SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO READ THIS FIC like some other day i go and reread my favorite fics and im like ok. sits down. pukes. cries. passes out etc. fuck it's SO good it's SO SO GOOD.

to those who wait by unforgotten: i love old men cherik so jot that down and this is so fucking perfect i think the way op writes charles and his bewilderment is so fucking perfecttttt LOL AND ! IT HAS LUNA IN IT. LIKE. OH my god if there's something that gets me worse than erik with his children it's erik with his GRANDCHILDREN it's so rare and in-between to find it but ohhjh myg oddddddddD

inertia by nekare: there's a part where it actually made me put down my phone and be like holy fucking shit. it's so good

westchester, redux by daymarket: i LOVE character studying i LOVE talks about grief i LOVE when it feels like im poutting them under a microscope and analyzing them its os fucking CRAZY

all you think of lately by annejumps: im just saying. the most character development erik can get in fics is if he bottoms one time. SORRY. ITS TRUE THOUGH.

close enemies by andraste: i fucking love TAS cherik. the savage land episodes are so insane to watch even though it's so like. short. and this fic delivers the tension AND the insanity AND writes erik exactly like in the show. sorry for reccing a fic that's 21 years old but in my defense it goes so hard

one night in westchester by brotherfromanothermother: LISTEN I THINK CHERIK TAS ARE JUST REALLY FUNNY. this is a very funny fic. i love it.

smoke and mirrors by sotano: i think about this fic more than i think about how i should be working on my thesis. which is a lot. very often. all the time, even

each day starts white by kianspo: ACTUAL insanity. holy shit. had me going YESSSS EXACTLY like every fucking second htat passed. I absolutely LOVED it

so good. i love these fics so bad!!!!!!!!

#cherik #ooooooooooooooooooogh

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bramble-scramble · 1 year

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There’s something that irks me about the creations of the hero Rabbids. An misconception everyone seems to think is right.

The Rabbid heroes weren’t fused with Mario merchandise right?

I keep rewatching the scene and Rabbid Peach gets fused with a wig and a phone.

I just get very confused about it. Basically I don’t know why people think they’re fused with merchandise

Ok sorry for the kinda late answer, I have been trying to study the cutscene here and there on my phone at work lol.

I could have sworn the cutscene was more explicit about it, because yeah most people I've talked to just assume they were made from the figurines specifically. Unlike my "Phantom was unmerged" false memory, this one seems to be a lot more widespread. I think it's because the cutscene puts a lot of focus on the inventor's figurines so people just make that assumption even if we don't see them actually being used for the fusion. It's still pretty easy to guess that's what some of the heroes we don't actually see getting merged would be made out of. To assume Rabbid Luigi was made out of the Luigi figurine, etc... I guess it's just putting the pieces together, but is a lot less explicitly canon than one might think.

But as you often do Calisto, you made me realize something I had NEVER noticed before, which is... I always just assumed the phone Rabbid Peach has was her pre-existing Rabbid phone that she just had already... But it's not, it's totally the inventor's phone isn't it!! Because if you look closely it does NOT have the ears on it before the merge... and then afterwards it does.....

How did they put so many details into the silly bunny game that I'm still learning stuff five years later!! No wonder she is so obsessed with her phone, she IS the phone in a way... the phone is also her, a little bit!

(Side note, it's always weird watching this and seeing Beep-0 without his ears/"teeth"... Forbidden bald Beep-0...)

So she was created from a Peach-themed(I guess?) phone, but Rabbid Mario was made from a Mario cap, which we can assume is indeed merchandise that belonged to the inventor. I mean she's got all kinds of cool stuff in there. I have a Mario cap too, I think it was a pre-order bonus for something, so it's not even that rare of a thing to have, although mine is kinda crappy lol. I wish my basement nerd lair was that cool....

Anyway, the other heroes we have to fill in the blanks. (I like to think she had some Yoshi pajamas lying around and that's what Rabbid Yoshi is made of, not a figurine, because he is so soft and floppy and just looks like he's wearing a kigurumi anyway.)

So in conclusion, yeah I do think they were made from Mario themed merch because the inventor had so much, but WHAT exactly in each case is a lot more open to interpretation.

(It's also fun to imagine she had at least SOME toys of other things, like maybe she had a Vault Boy bobblehead and there is just a Fallout Rabbid out there in the wasteland somewhere... Had it been my room there would be a Rabbid K. Rool and a Rabbid King Knight and Rabbid Linebeck and all sorts of things...)

#mario rpgs #mario plus rabbids #mario + rabbids #alter answers #fan analysis

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echantedtoon · 5 months

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Diamond In The Rough Ch5 A New Life- College Life That Is P2