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convolutedblasphemy · 2 months

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I wasn't shitting you guys btw I actually made the one-sided radiostatic playlists

here is my lyrical masterpiece. both the vox version and the alastor one. done my best to make it as lyrically accurate as possible. @styrofauxm @onesidedradiostatic i hope you enjoy this (go check out the full lyrics for the songs on google if you can't listen to it but i recommend it because all of these are bangers) feat. my stupid commentary and vox's pathetic wet cat energy

Click to listen to the Vox one on YouTube

1. the hearse — matt maeson

thought this one fit so well lyrically. the "what was it like to feel in love" part i interpreted as vox asking himself that rather than alastor

❞ i am the man we both couldn't stand, i can't wash off the dirt from my hands, what was it like to feel in love? [...] i will never go backwards, i will never be free, i will never run faster; will you sink down to me? ❝

2. i'm just ken — ryan gosling

i'm not even adding lyrics to this one, everyone should have seen the barbie movie and this song at this point. this just HAD to be in there. can you feel the kenergy?

3. too many friends — placebo

less about alastor, more about vox's existential crisis

❞ my computer thinks I'm gay, i threw that piece of junk away on the champs-elysées as I was walking home. this is my last communique, down the superhighway. all that I have left to say in a single tome... ❝

4. creep — radiohead

i mean isn't this literally his theme song?

❞ when you were here before... couldn't look you in the eye. you're just like an angel. your skin makes me cry. you float like a feather in a beautiful world. i wish I was special. you're so fuckin' special. but I'm a creep, i'm a weirdo, what the hell am I doin' here? ❝

5. where evil grows — the poppy family

y'all seen the sonic movie? we need to see vox do that dance.

❞ i like the way you smile at me, i felt the heat that enveloped me and what i saw i liked to see. i never knew where evil grew. i should have steered away from you, my friend told me to keep clear of you but something drew me near to you ❝

6. one of us — ava max

i had to edit this one a bit in the video and cut out the part about the kissing because that for sure didn't happen

❞ one of us would die for love; one of us would give it up. one of us would risk it all; one of us won't even call. one of us could say goodbye, never even bat an eye... ❝

7. colorblind — amber riley

more pathetic wet cat energy brought to you by yours truly

❞ i don't think that i'll ever find that silver lining or reason to smile. you know i used to paint such vibrant dreams, now I'm colorblind, colorblind. when did my heart get so full of never mind, never mind? did you know that you stole the only thing I needed? ❝

8. arcade — duncan lawrence

more pathetic wet cat energy brought to you by yours truly

❞ a broken heart is all that's left. i'm still fixing all the cracks. lost a couple of pieces when i carried it, carried it, carried it home. i've spent all of the love I saved. we were always a losing game; small town boy in a big arcade, i got addicted to a losing game... all i know, all i know: loving you is a losing game. ❝

9. if i can't have you — skylar astin

i picked the version from zoey's extraordinary playlist on purpose because the context of this scene is that the dude who sings it hires a bunch of singers and dancers to confess in a public space as you, the viewer, sit there and cringe at him as he gets rejected. if that doesn't have vox energy, i don't know what does.

❞ i'm good at keepin' my distance (lie), i know that you're the feelin' I'm missing. you know that I hate to admit it but everything means nothin' if I can't have you. i can't write one song that's not about you, can't drink without thinkin' about you. is it too late to tell you that everything means nothing if I can't have you? ❝

10. do you want me (dead)? — all time low

when vox asks himself whether alastor wants him or wants him dead it's definitely the second option.

❞ i let it ride on a bet, i doubled down on a sinking ship; need a second to catch my breath: do you want me? or do you want me dead? oh, give it up for at least a second; i'm getting sick of your bullshit attitude and how you walk around like you shine brighter, it's killing me, so what do you say? do you want me? or do you want me dead? ❝

11. push — ryan gosling

i can't just put one musical number from the barbie movie in and not include the other one that fits equally as well.

❞ said, i don't know if I've ever been good enough. i'm a little bit rusty and I think my head is cavin' in. and I don't know if I've ever been really loved by a hand that's touched me, and I feel like something's got to give and I'm a little bit angry, well, this ain't over, no, not here, no; not while I still need you around. ❝

Ice-cold rejection & vicious mockery: Alastor's version

the contrast of this is the best part.

Click here to listen to the Alastor one on YouTube

1. little big boy — madds buckley

he doesn't go easy on him. this is 0 compassion and 100% roast.

❞ brimstone fire and eyes aglow, little big boy's making the whole world know his name. raised on pillars and shining lights, breathing smoke for the right to keep his place. never satisfied 'till they all see how big this little boy can be. well the water's rising; tide's comin' in. does little big boy know how to swim in a pond filled with fish bigger than him? ❝

2. i help you hate me — sunrise avenue

he's so helpful fr but it's not working unfortunately

❞ i broke many hearts throughout my days. yours was the hardest one to face. though, I've never been a saint, i still love you every day, just not the lover kind of way. i know you wanna see me falling out, falling out the window. i know you wanna see me crashing down, crashing with my plane. baby, i'm way too young to die but I'll help you get over me. ❝

3. no surprise — daughtry

this is one of my favorite bands, i'm glad i got to include this.

❞ it came out like a river once i let it out when i thought that i wouldn't know how. held onto it forever just pushing it down, felt so good to let go of it now. not wrapping this in ribbons, shouldn't have to give a reason why: it's no surprise i won't be here tomorrow, i can't believe that I stayed 'til today. there's nothing here in this heart left to borrow. there's nothing here in this soul left to save. don't be surprised when we hate us tomorrow. ❝

4. go screw yourself — avery

i can picture him 1:1 delivering a swing version of this when vox confesses to him

❞ i know i've been holding it in, the way i feel about you. something i've been dying to say but I don't know how you'll take it; oh please don't go; you should know these three words i've been holding back; trying to fight, i'mma let 'em out... these three words, gotta let you know, here I go: go screw yourself. i've had enough, yeah, now we're done. ❝

5. the audacity — emelyn

this one's such a bop honestly. had to cut it in the video because i can't picture alastor realistically crying over anything vox-related.

❞ think your opinions should be broadcast... even though no one's subscribing, listening or liking but by all means, keep whining. must be tough if life's so rough. you should buy a mic, start a podcast, even though, wait, nobody asked. [...] where do all these men find the audacity? no actually, i'm stunned by your stupidity. ❝

6. friends — halocene

this one had to be on here.

❞ have you got no shame? you're looking insane turning up at my door. it's two in the morning, the rain is pouring, haven't we been here before? [...] so don't go look at me with that look in your eye, you really ain't going away without a fight. you can't be reasoned with, i'm done being polite. i've told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times. haven't I made it obvious? haven't I made it clear? want me to spell it out for you? f-r-i-e-n-d-s ❝

7. can't catch me now — olivia rodrigo

he likes the attention def especially after his return

❞ bet you thought i'd never do it, thought it'd go over my head. i bet you figured i'd pass with the winter, be somethin' easy to forget. oh, you think i'm gone 'cause i left but i'm in the trees, i'm in the breeze, my footsteps on the ground. you'll see my face in every place but you can't catch me now. through wading grass, the months will pass, you'll feel it all around. i'm here, i'm there, i'm everywhere but you can't catch me now ❝

8. take a hint — victoria justice & elizabeth gillies

this is on every rejection playlist and it's gonna be on mine too. a bop even after all these years.

❞ ask me for my number, yeah, you put me on the spot. you think that we should hook up, but I think that we should not. you had me at "hello", then you opened up your mouth and that is when it started going south. [...] what about "no" don't you get? so go and tell your friends i'm not really interested. it's about time that you're leavin', i'm gonna count to three and open my eyes and you'll be gone ❝

9. no — madilyn bailey & megan nicole

more rejection for y'all. the world needs more mean aroaces and this playlist is my contribution.

❞ first you gonna say you ain't runnin' game, thinking i'm believing every word; call me beautiful, so original, telling me I'm not like other girls, i was in my zone before you came along, now i'm thinking maybe you should go ❝

10. oh no — marina and the diamonds

a classic.

❞ don′t do love, don't do friends; i′m only after success. don't need a relationship, i'll never soften my grip [...] i know exactly what i want and who i want to be. i know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine. i'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy. ❝

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earthtoharlow · 3 months

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Favorite Almost

1) the part where you meet

Jack Harlow x Reader

a three part series

It was almost ironic that you were getting broken up with during a storm. Each thunderclap echoed the heartbreak, making the gloomy weather a reflection of the somber emotions.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

You know you should’ve seen this coming, but it still surprised you. This was the guy you spent every waking moment with. He had become your safe space. Did the last three months mean nothing to him? Ending things two days before you went back home was heartbreaking.

He was honest with you from the very beginning, telling you that because of his celebrity status that he wasn’t looking for anything serious. At first you were fine with that as you also weren’t looking for anything serious as you were only in town for the summer. A month into the relationship your feelings started to change and you foolishly thought his feelings would change too.

Technically, you couldn’t even call what the two of you had a relationship. When you told friends about this you wouldn’t be able to call him your ex boyfriend. He was never officially yours. He was an ex maybe, an ex someday, your favorite almost.

*THREE MONTHS EARLIER*

“The music here fucking sucks.” Your best friend Cassie ignored you and rolled her eyes before taking your hand and dragged you further through the club.

You were spending the summer with Cassie in Kentucky where she lived. While Louisville, Kentucky wasn’t the first place you had in mind to visit during the summer, Cassie explained that you needed to “leave that bougie ass state of California.—“ and enjoy some southern hospitality.

When you guys finally made it to the front of the bar it was like the bartenders were ignoring the two of you. So much for southern hospitality, that Cassie was talking about. Your heeled boots gave you some more height, but you still couldn’t get someone’s attention so you started to kneel on the closest bar stool.

“Bitch, get down!” Cassie said from beside you, but you continued ignoring her. The extra height still wasn’t enough to get the bartender’s attention, frustration started to linger when you heard Cassie gasp in shock beside you. Before you could ask her what was wrong, you felt a soft hand touch your back.

He didn’t say anything, just gave a subtle smile and effortlessly signaled the bartender to take your order. In seconds it seemed like your shots were in front of you.

“Hey, thanks dude! I thought I was gonna have to stand here all night.” You said handing two of the shots to Cassie, as you turned around to face the man you almost stopped in your tracks, shocked at how incredibly attractive he was.

“No problem, I saw you struggling from the DJ booth and figured I would help you out.” The guy said leaning against the bar and giving you a charming smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, this guy oozed with charisma and charm.

You were momentarily mesmerized before you realized what he said. “The DJ booth? So you’re the one I have to blame for the music playing tonight?” You felt Cassie grab your arm from behind you, and say your name trying to get you to stop.

Surprisingly the guy laughed, and rubbed a hand over his beard. “You think you could play better?” Flashing another charming smile and leaning down closer towards you.

Your smirk became almost evil as you nodded in response. “Oh most definitely.” You could tell he was shocked at your admission.

The gentleman stood up straighter, “Challenge accepted, finish your shots and meet me at the booth.” He flashed the ladies one last smile before heading back up front.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Cassie smacked your arm. “Ow! You know I bruise easily!” You said as you rubbed where she hit you at.

“You’ve only been here for one day and you’re already challenging a celebrity in a DJ battle?!” Cassie said, looking at you wide eyed.

“That man is a celebrity? Doesn’t look like one.” You said as you watched the tall man with the curly mullet walk back towards his spot at the DJ booth. You looked back at Cassie when you heard her groan.

“I don’t understand how you’re a DJ and yet you don’t know some of the most popular artists.” Rolling her eyes before continuing. “That’s Jack Harlow.”

“That’s Jack Harlow?” You asked, looking at him again, sending him a smirk when you noticed he was already looking your way. The exchange of glances sparked a sense of excitement in the air.

You smacked Cassie's hand from your face as she was waving it in front of you trying to get your attention, you could see Jack laughing at the exchange.

Turning back to Cassie you motioned her to lift up her shot glass and threw your head back as you took yours, slamming it down on the bar behind you. “Well, I’m about to show Jack Harlow how a real DJ gets shit done.” You grabbed her hand and walked over to the DJ booth.

The closer you got the nerves started to settle in, you were about to DJ in front of a celebrity. Hopefully the liquor courage kicked in soon. Surprisingly it was easy to get to the booth as it seemed he made sure to tell everyone that you two were coming up.

“Took you long enough.” Jack said into your ear as you stood next to him. You had to stand on your tippy toes to reply. “Just wanted to see you sweat before I rocked your world.” Your confidence surprised Jack, not used to women being able to dish back banter with him.

Looking around you, you could tell all the people at the booth were friends with Jack as they laughed and reaped the benefits of the alcohol that you know they didn’t pay for.

Jack got the attention of the DJ that was currently spinning so he could introduce you. “Jeff, I wanna let my friend here spin for a bit if you don’t mind.” Jeff gave you a once over like many do when you get to the desk. Always shocked when they find out you’re a disk jockey. Jeff shrugged his shoulders and handed the headphones off to Jack.

In a moment of intimacy, Jack gently placed the headphones over your head, the soft padding settling comfortably. Your breath hitched in your throat when his fingers delicately traced through your hair, smoothing out any tangles with a tender touch. Jack gave you a once over before giving a slight nod, happy with his work.

“I’m Jack by the way.” He introduced himself. It took a moment for you to tell him your name as you were still wrapped in the warmth of the moment.

Jack then stood behind you and you listened as he began to explain each and every button and knob with genuine enthusiasm. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you knew how to work one, but couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when you started playing. So instead you nodded along and listened attentively, appreciating the effort he took to share the knowledge. You could see Cassie from the corner of your eye trying to hide her smile knowing she was enjoying hearing him explain everything to you.

“Ok, are you ready?” Jack asked you after he was finished explaining everything, you pretended to look nervous and nodded. Jack spoke into the microphone introducing you to the crowd of drunk club goers.

Nervous excitement filled the air and a hush fell over the club momentarily as the spotlight shined on you. The whispers from the crowd stopped when you dropped your first beat and cheers erupted from the dance floor, you could hear Cassie cheering you on from behind.

With each beat you gained more confidence as the music flowed through your fingertips. You danced and sang along as the crowd responded to each drop and transition. Turning your head and locking eyes with Jack and seeing the shocked facial expression was sweet validation. “Holy shit.” Was the only thing he could say as you continued playing.

After a while the two of you found a dark and secluded corner of the club. The loud music was soon drowned out by the shared laughter and the exchanged stories. Time seemed to stand still as you continued to get to know one another. The dimly lit space made everything around you fade away leaving the two of you in a cocoon of connection.

***

You groaned slightly as you began to come out of your slumber the sunlight from the window urging you awake. Opening your eyes slowly you were immediately staring at the back of someone’s curly hair suddenly reminded of everything that happened the night before.

Looking around you knew you weren’t in Cassie’s guest bedroom. You tried to move as slow as you could out the bed to make your escape to begin your walk of shame but as soon as you swung your legs over the tall king bed, Jack began to wake.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his usual smoothness of his voice was replaced with a husky tone. The morning voice was a gentle reminder of the shared moments only a few hours ago. You simply shrugged and Jack tugged you back in the bed.

The two of you laid in bed all morning even with a sense of curiosity that lingered in the air. The conversation flowed easily. When you two finally manage to make it out of the bed to find something to eat in the kitchen that’s when a whirlwind of emotions sweeps over you leaving you with a sense of delusion in its wake. You knew if you didn’t ask Jack what the hell y’all were doing then the lines between reality and fantasy were going to blur. Thankfully it was like Jack read your mind as he brought it up first.

In the quiet moments while eating breakfast Jack spoke as he looked at you with a thoughtful gaze. “What if we keep this casual?” He suggested breaking the silence. You considered his words feeling a mix of intrigue and uncertainty.

He spoke again while you were still thinking it over. “I really enjoyed my time with you and I’ll be honest with you. I don’t want this to end just yet. I just can’t commit myself to being in a relationship right now especially with my career.”

“No strings attached, just enjoying our time together for the next few months.” You replied testing the idea

“Exactly, without the weight of expectations. We can enjoy this without the pressure of commitment.”

You liked the sound of that, besides you didn’t need to embark on a new relationship right now especially with a celebrity when you lived on the other side of the country.

“Okay, deal.” You agreed before standing up from your seat at the kitchen table and held out your hand so he could shake on it.

“Great doing business with you.” Giving your hand a firm shake. You yelped in surprise when he pulled you closer before swiftly lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Now let’s really seal the deal!” Your loud giggles rung through the long hallways of the bachelor pad.

If you knew making this deal was going to end in heartbreak you would’ve never accepted it.

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AN: back with another series, this was supposed to be a standalone story but I could not stop writing so now it’ll be a 3 part series. Please let me know your thoughts 💋

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wongyuseokie · 3 months

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Better Than Me | Part 27: To You (Written)

Summary: You and Seokmin have been dating for a few years, but now you're the star of a new drama with your co-star Rowoon, which makes Seokmin insecure. Seokmin tries his best to be supportive and understanding, but sometimes it's too much, and you're both unsure if your relationship can survive the jealousy and fights.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst Warnings: None really, YN and Seok just have a long overdue talk.

“Is this weird?” Seokmin asked that evening as he held you as you both watched Netflix.

“Only weird if you make it weird, Seok,” you mumbled into his chest. He had come over after his schedules, and it was your first date of the week—the first one since the breakup.

“Can I ask you something?” You said as you sat up and pressed pause on the laptop.

“Why didn’t you trust me?” You said, thinking you might as well rip off the bandaid.

Since the breakup, you and Seokmin have been through a whirlwind of emotion. The air between you two still crackled with unresolved tension, holding onto the fragments of what once was. It felt like trying to piece together a shattered vase, hoping the cracks wouldn't show.

You knew there was something worth salvaging. You both did. You just wanted things to be okay again.

“I guess I was once cheated on,” Seokmin mumbled.

“What?”

“Seok, why wouldn’t you tell me this? Oh my goodness, I would have been so much more understanding,” you rambled, and Seokmin shook his head.

“Baby, I was cheated on at the age of 13 by a girl who confessed her love to me in the melona Pledis room, and she “cheated” because she told Mingyu she loved him 30 minutes later,” Seokmin recounted with a fond smile.

“Oh,” you responded, trying to fight the smile itching to show up on your lips.

“Well, you were so young. It was a core memory in your formative years,” you added honestly.

“But more importantly, Rowoon is this tall ass, a buff dude who everyone thinks is the perfect son-in-law; plus, he doesn’t have to hide a relationship, I do,” Seokmin explained.

“Y/N,” Seokmin continued, “I never once thought you would cheat. I just was scared that you’d see that it’d be easier to date him because you could be public, and I thought you’d leave me, not for him, but in general, because hiding us is exhausting,” Seokmin admitted.

“But instead of telling you this, I just lashed out, and I projected my fears and insecurities onto you instead of telling you. I said awful things, and for that, I’m sorry,” Seokmin apologised, wiping the tears that had pooled in his eyes.

You found yourself slowly letting go of the hurt that had clung to you both, and you leaned forward, wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a tight embrace.

“We’ll be okay, Seokie,” you mumbled into his hair as he clung to you.

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junjiie · 2 months

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해찬 ## 🗯️ ⠀ &THEAFTERPARTY..

sixteen coffee cake. ⠀ wc 2k. ⠀ warnings none.

donghyuck discreetly wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans under the table, and tried not to make eye contact with the boy behind the counter—who had been throwing him looks that were a mixture of pity and vague judgement for the past twenty minutes.

the past twenty minutes he’d been sitting alone, waiting for you. i’ll be at kun’s for two, you’d told him, so for some reason he’d decided to show up half an hour early and suffer through the continuous reassurance to the waiters milling around that yes, he was actually waiting on someone, and yes, he was pretty sure you’d be showing up.

or at least, he hoped so. standing him up seemed like more of a jiung thing to do, but considering the sort-of shaky legs the pair of you were still currently standing on relationship-wise he supposed he wouldn’t blame you for deciding to pull a fast one.

“dude.”

the sudden words made him start a little, and he looked up to find the very boy from behind the counter now at the quiet corner booth he’d tucked himself into, one hand perched on his hip and the other laid flat on the smooth wooden surface of the table. donghyuck opened his mouth to ask what had prompted the impromptu visit, but behind-the-counter-boy beat him to it.

“are you, like, sure whoever you’re waiting on isn’t flaking on you? i almost feel bad, at this point.”

at this point, the pity was enough to make haechan’s eye want to start twitching. he pasted a thin smile onto his face and squinted hard at the nametag pinned to the stranger’s chest before gracing him with a reply.

“i’m sure, thanks. i just got here early, that’s all. thanks, though.. hendery?”

the hendery in question raised his eyebrows in obvious disbelief, but put his hands up in surrender and backed off anyway—and thank god for that. hyuck might’ve gone insane if he was forced to endure any more questions over the possibility of you actually turning up, or if you’d leave him sitting sad, pathetic, and alone in a cramped table shoved in the corner of kun’s while an annoying barista gave him the sort of look you would give to stray dogs out on the street in the rain.

“if you say so, i guess.”

with one last scrutinising look thrown over his shoulder, hendery retreated back to place behind the counter, and donghyuck dug his phone out of his pocket just for something to do. 01:56 PM. surely you’d be here soon. he considered the idea of texting you just to double check, but dismissed the thought as soon as it had arrived. he’d already sounded desperate enough asking you out to talk, he didn’t need to make it any worse. his next move was to open twitter and mindlessly start scrolling, casting sneaky looks up the counter every once in a while just to check hendery wasn’t giving him the evil eye (or rather, the pity eye?).

a post from mark had distracted him for a minute or two, and so once he’d finished supplying him with the appropriate (twitter abuse policy-violating) response he stole another glance upwards—and promptly stopped in his tracks. you were leaning over the counter, chatting away to hendery with a grin on your face that he was returning in full. donghyuck suddenly wanted to run head-on into the oncoming traffic outside. of course you were cosy with the boy who’d just been judging him for the past twenty minutes. hendery was probably laughing about him to you, and telling you he was a massive, pathetic loser, and saying he would be a much better fit for you—not that hyuck wanted to be a fit with you either, that was. it was a hypothetical.

yah, don’t make this a sex thing. your hands linked together, sharing laughter in his bedroom. the memories hit him again like one of the trucks he’d just debated running in front of, but then he shook them off—perhaps a little too violently, leaving him with fuzzy vision for a few moments as a result. vision so fuzzy he couldn’t see hendery pointing you over to his booth, and you walking over before sliding in opposite him. once he felt like he could open his eyes again he almost jumped out of his skin, and watched as a grin broke out on your face at the reaction before you could stop it.

“hey, hyuck.”

your smile softened, your hand raised in a little wave, and you just looked so.. at ease. until he let the moment stretch on too long and you shifted in your seat, eyes sliding sideways and hand falling back to your side when he greeted you with silence. haechan practically tumbled headfirst into replying, tongue feeling something like a lead weight in his mouth.

“hi! god, sorry, i just—i didn’t really expect you to turn up, if i’m being honest. i know it might be a little awkward.”

your eyes widened a touch, and then a guilty look overtook your features for a moment; one hand coming up to tug on one of the small star studs in your ears as you spoke.

“i think it’s me who should be saying sorry, actually.”

he went to ask why, brow furrowed and an expression to match painted plain to see on his face, but stopped himself from jumping in to let you continue.

“i said we were fine—and we are, really!—but.. i don’t know. i think i’m still acting weird, and i’m sorry for that. i think we need to just, like, start over. no weirdness at all, promise.”

you ended your apology-slash-promise by extending your pinky finger and aiming another smile at him. donghyuck reached forward to take it gladly, agreeing with a vigorous nod and without needing a second to think about it.

“right! no weirdness from either of us. that’s easy.”

a less vigorous but still there nod in response from you, giving your interlocked fingers a singular shake before letting go again.

“let’s just wipe the slate clean. like, completely. pretend it’s like when we first met.”

he knew exactly what you meant, but just to be annoying he crooked an eyebrow and tilted his head in a play-up of confusion anyway. “what, pretend we’re at jaemin’s shitty twenty-second again?”

you rolled your eyes dramatically, and even while hyuck let out a childish shriek when you reached over to whack him on the arm, he couldn’t stop the grin breaking out on his face so wide it threatened to hurt. this. this was what he’d wanted to go back to so badly.

when you sat back in your seat you shuddered, pulling a face as memories of the fated night came back to you. “don’t bring that up ever again. i haven’t been able to drink grape soju since. nothing good came out of that party.”

he knew full well that he shouldn’t, not just barely two minutes after you’d made up, but the words came tumbling out of his mouth anyway, with the pout and sulky tone to match.

“we were pretty good, weren’t we?”

silence reigned over your booth for a few long seconds, and haechan was about to take it back when you just rolled your eyes and scoffed a laugh, another small smile sneaking across your face.

“i’ll let you have that one, hyuckie. but only this once.”

inwardly, he heaved a sigh of relief. outwardly, he only mirrored your grin and held the eye contact with you, only lasting a few seconds before the both of you were bursting into fits of laughter. once it had petered out you stayed staring at one another for a few moments longer, and donghyuck would’ve been content to keep it that way if you hadn’t then looked away and seemingly caught sight of someone else you knew; face breaking out into a grin as your hand raised in a wave.

“ynnie! wow, it feels like i haven’t seen you in forever.”

while hyuck was busy staring at the handsome stranger that had appeared from nowhere (although he assumed he worked here too, what with the flour-covered apron tied around his waist and name tag similar to hendery’s pinned to his chest that read dejun), you were returning his greeting with similar enthusiasm.

“sorry, dejunnie. things have just been—“ he didn’t miss the way your eyes cut to him for a split-second as you paused, before recovering and carrying on just as quickly, hand waving around in a vague motion. “hectic lately, you know?

dejun nodded empathetically, before digging around in the pocket of his apron momentarily and producing a small notepad with a flourish.

“want me to take your order? i'm technically supposed to be in the back, still, but it can be our secret. what are you feeling?”

you accentuated your thought process with the small taps of your fingertips on the tabletop, and eventually came to the decision of a hot chocolate. “i didn’t know how cold it’d be until i left the apartment, junnie, i swear i’m still shivering,” came your justification after the request, and dejun laughed as he reached to rub your shoulder for a moment as if to warm you up. donghyuck suddenly felt a little nauseous, but hurried to plaster a smile onto his face when the waiter turned his eyes in his direction.

“uh. just an americano, for me. thanks.”

he nodded pleasantly and scribbled it down, and then you piped up again.

“that coffee cake looked really good, too, and i think i’m due in for a cheat day, so..” you trailed off to attempt to bat your eyelashes in your friend’s direction, and dejun shook his head but laughed and wrote it down all the same.

“got it. you won’t be waiting too long, promise. i’ll leave you two alone now, though, or kun-ge will be on my ass.. enjoy!”

with that, dejun was gone again, and you waved him off with a smile mirroring his. then you turned to hyuck again, and the smile melted into something softer, something just for him. he couldn’t help but imitate the expression, resolutely trying to ignore how hot his ears felt.

“my bad, i got distracted—where were we again?”

he waved off the apology, and from there the conversation seemed to just.. flow. as easily as it had a year and some months ago—easier, even, now there wasn’t an added layer of tension that came with the knowledge of what the two of you got up to behind closed doors hanging over your heads. you caught each other up on everything you’d missed, shared pictures and stories and only slightly over-exaggerated retells of the craziest events. you laughed and laughed and laughed, barely stopping to breathe even when your drinks were brought over, followed shortly by the slice of coffee cake you’d been tempted by.

donghyuck was a little shocked by how natural it all felt. how simply you’d just clicked right back into place, like nothing had happened at all. but he wasn’t complaining, not in the slightest. it was more like he couldn’t be happier. this was what he’d been wanting for a while now—and now that he finally had it, it was probably in his best interest to make sure he didn’t fuck it up again. renjun would kill him, for one. for another.. well. he finally caught his breath from his latest fit of laughter and stopped to look at where you were still caught in it across the table, and felt a stupid grin rise to his face all over again. losing this again—the effortless conversation, the all-too-easy back-and-forth, the friendship, you—would probably kill him before renjun did anyway. so he made a promise to himself there and then, while watching you try to (unsuccessfully) stifle your lingering snickers into your cup of hot chocolate, that he’d try not to fuck it up again.

although, if he was being honest—from the way his heart was skipping beats a little too fast to be blamed on the laughter, the way his cheeks were a little redder than what he could blame on the warm cosy interior of kun’s place, the way he was slowly coming to the dawning realisation that even if you’d only just started the whole friendship thing up again he didn’t really want to be just friends at all—he’d already failed.

well. now renjun was definitely going to kill him.

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our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 2

read part 1 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: light angst, mention of drugs/alcohol

a/n: hey, thanks for all the love on the last part! i promise I'm not churning these out like crazy lol, i wrote the first chapter way before posting it here. not a lot of ethan in this one because we have to flesh out the lore, but i make up for it with some tara/sam angst! yippee!

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“I can’t believe it. I actually can’t believe it.” Chad’s eyes are wide with amazement. “Y/N, at a loss for words? Because of a guy?”

“Dude, I’m telling you, it happened!” Tara said.

I was beginning to get tired of this back and forth.

Friday nights were usually fun, the whole gang gathered in Tara’s room, getting ready for the night’s festivities (in this case, a house party at the Woodsboro Community College), but today, my friends seemed more interested in rehashing today’s lunchtime events.

“Do you know what his name was?” Anika asks.

“Oh god, please don’t egg them on,” I groan. “No, I didn’t catch it.”

“Hey, he didn’t throw it, either,” Tara teases. “He was probably just as nervous. The dude could barely even make eye contact with her.”

Chad sits up on Tara’s bed. “What did you say he looked like?”

“Uh, tall, really tall. Curly brown hair? He was new, I’d never seen him before. And neither had Tara, so don’t chalk it up to my being a newcomer.”

“Wait. Oh my god.” Mindy suddenly chimes in. “I know who he is. His name is Ethan Landry, he’s in my American History.”

I can’t lie; I’m excited by this. “Really? Why haven’t we seen him before?”

“Because he just moved here.” She grins. “Hey, I thought you’d given up on high school boys, anyway.”

I tinge pink. “Never say never, I guess?”

Chad and Tara whoop. Anika rolls her eyes at them. “Do you think he’ll be there tonight?”

I scoff. “I doubt it. We already have to lie about being college students to get in, anyway.”

Tara’s eyes glimmer. “Hey, you never know. That means you have to get extra dressed up for tonight, just in case he’s there.”

I am not prepared for one of Tara’s evil-genius machinations, especially not a makeover. But I entertain the fantasy for a second too long, and she takes my silence as agreement.

That’s how I find myself in one of Tara’s old dresses, a strappy black thing that hangs too low on my chest for my liking. After fighting over it for a long while, she eventually agrees to add a long-sleeved top underneath, if only to stop my whining.

Yet even though my getting-ready process was the most involved, I’m still the first one downstairs, which is typical. I’m debating whether or not to run for the hills and go home when Sam comes through the front door.

“Oh, hey, Y/N. Is Tara upstairs?” She sets down a few bags of groceries and turns to lock the four deadbolts freshly nailed to the door.

“Hey, Sam. Yeah, she is. I think everyone will be down soon.”

There’s an uncomfortable energy between us. Sam has never liked me much. Not because of my character or anything, as Tara has reassured me, but she’s overly wary of outsiders ever since last year’s attack. I try not to blame her, but I can’t help but feel a little hurt when she keeps her distance, giving me a once-over instead of asking about my day.

The tension is broken when I hear the rest of the gang come down the stairs. Sam smiles when she sees Tara, but it fades when she notices that we’re all dressed up. “Hey, Tar, where are you guys going tonight?”

Tara shifts her weight from foot to foot. “My friend at Woodsboro Community College offered us an in, so… we’re taking advantage of our youth?”

Sam’s face darkens. “No. No way, Tar. You remember the last time someone had a party around here? We nearly died.”

“Jesus Christ, Sam,” Tara groans. “You were out of my life for five years now you can’t let me be alone for five minutes..”

I look at Chad, uncomfortable. He slightly shakes his head at me– better not to interfere.. Still, I feel like I have to say something. “Hey, Tara, maybe she’s right, we could just–”

Tara whips around to glare at me. “You’ve got to be kidding, Y/N. Butt the fuck out.” Her words sting, but I step back and sit on the couch.

“I’m not interested in living in the fucking past, Sam,” she continues. “I’m not gonna let what happened to me for three days define me for the rest of my life.”

Sam is quiet. I expect her to snap, to yell at all of us, but she just stares at Tara for a few seconds.

Finally, she picks up her bag again. “Alright. Fine. Go to the party, bring your taser, or not, I don’t care. I won’t be here when you get back.”

Tara’s eyes widen. “Wait, Sam. Wait. I’m sorry, I–”

“No, it’s really fine.” She glances around the room, where the rest of us are trying to blend into the shadows. “I hope you guys have fun. If some psycho killer tries to get you, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

With that, she marches upstairs, and I hear her bedroom door slam and lock.

No one knows what to say. Tara turns her back, and I see her wiping away angry tears. Without looking at us, she opens the front door. “Okay! Who’s ready?”

“Tara, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Anika says. “We can stay back if you want, I mean–”

“Nope! What I want is to get so shit-faced I don’t remember this conversation. Let’s go.”

My stomach still feels hollow, but I silently follow Tara out of the door. Anika and Mindy follow close behind.

Chad takes a second before making up his mind. He grabs his keys. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go, then.”

#ethan landry fanfiction #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #jack champion #scream 6 #scream 2023 #heathers au #heathers #high school au

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loveinhawkins · 1 year

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 ao3

Eddie wakes again, and it’s a soft, gradual departure from sleep. When his eyelids eventually co-operate enough to stay open, he finds that Steve is already awake; the curtains are open, sunlight streaming across the bed.

“Hi,” Steve says, smiling, and it’s genuine—but Eddie’s getting familiar with knowing how to look closer. He’s sat up a little straighter again, a rigid line to his shoulders—and Eddie has a faint memory, suddenly, of Steve on the bench at a basketball game, waiting on tenterhooks to be called up.

“What’s up?” Eddie asks. When he swings his legs round, feet hitting the floor, he realises that the couch has been pulled back from Steve’s bed, frowns a little.

“Not much. They were just checking my lungs and stuff, ran some tests.”

Eddie can see the evidence of that now as Steve moves back the sheets slightly: his upper torso has a series of little marks, presumably where stickers and wires once were.

“They had to, uh, move you so they had enough room. Just kinda pushed the couch back,” Steve continues.

Eddie’s eyebrows raise, a mixture of disbelief and embarrassment. “I slept through that?”

Steve laughs. He sounds fond. “Oh, yeah. You were, like, solid gone, dude.”

“You should’ve—”

“Nope,” Steve interrupts firmly. “You needed the rest. Plus, um, I kinda demanded that they didn’t wake you up. Thought it was the least they could do.”

Oh.

“Well, m’sorry I missed that,” Eddie says, and through the sudden warmth in his chest, he adds, “You gave ‘em a Harrington glare, didn’t you?”

Steve laughs again, bemused. “A what?”

“Come on, man, don’t you know your own legends?”

“Legends.”

“You know, your evil eye.”

“Saying basically the same thing doesn’t actually explain anything, y’know.”

“Don’t be all coy now, you made it damn clear when you were pissed at someone.”

“Like when?”

Eddie points upwards accusingly, as if plucking the memory from the air. “English, last period. When that sub—”

“Oh, him. He was an ass.”

“I thought you were gonna turn him to stone. You gave some pretty good inspiration for a basilisk in one of my campaigns.”

Steve gives a baffled smile. “I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted.”

“Well—”

“Anyway, he was being a douchebag, making Rebecca read out loud; he knew she hated—”

“I kinda thought you liked her,” Eddie says thoughtfully. “You made me lose a bet on the prom couples.”

Steve snorts. “What is it with you and—never mind. No, I didn’t—it just wasn’t right, how he treated her. That was all.”

His gaze goes a bit distant as he speaks, his hand rubbing absent-mindedly at one of the more vivid marks, right on his breastbone.

“Hey, you uh—the tests went fine, right?”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot I’d—yeah, aced them,” Steve says, and though his tone is flippant it’s also, thankfully, not sarcastic. He nods to the door, to the corridor outside. “Think they sorta want me to just go at this point.”

“They said that?” Eddie says, remarkably keeps his voice even.

“I mean, not exactly in words. They’re not like—you know, normal doctors or whatever. They’re involved in all this,” Steve gestures vaguely, “shit. S’not like it’s personal. Guess I’d want it to be all over, too, if I was in their shoes.”

Eddie just looks at him for a moment. He doesn’t know how to say you’re not a fucking inconvenience for people to be over and done with—knows that if he even gets close to something as bald as that, Steve will not really hear him.

So instead he says, “Is it too late for breakfast—shit, yeah. Uh, I can offer you the vending machine’s finest, à la carte?”

Steve grins. “Gimme anything with chocolate and you’d be my hero, man.”

It’s only when Eddie reaches the vending machine that he realises he doesn’t have any more change on him. He curses under his breath, wonders if he can yield any candy bars with a well-timed kick—but before he can even lift his foot, the machine whirs with no prompting, and deposits a pile of candy into the slot.

Nonplussed but not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Eddie bends down to take the haul, then spots a familiar reflection in the glass.

“Hey! What the—what’re you doing here?” he says, watching as El grins and wipes surreptitiously underneath her nose.

“Visiting,” she says simply, and that’s when Eddie notices Jim Hopper right behind her.

“Yeah, there’s some stuff we’ve gotta straighten out,” he says mildly.

It’s striking, to see him up close. There’s things Eddie never noticed in his bird’s eye view of him in the parking lot: how thin he is, his hair so closely shaven that it just serves to make his face look even more gaunt.

Hopper ruffles El’s hair. “Had to bring one of the kids with me or there’d be a damn mutiny.” But his hand lingers on El’s head, and Eddie can tell that it’s more than that—like he wants to keep her close.

Maybe it’s the fact that the guy’s clearly been through some shit that Eddie doesn’t stumble too badly over how Hopper is chatting to him like it’s normal.

“Uh, I can, uh, take you to Steve’s floor?”

“That’d be great, kid. Saves Joyce from murdering that poor girl on reception.”

Hopper whistles, raises his hand—and then Joyce Byers is hurrying over, and she clutches Eddie’s hand, squeezes like he’s a dear family friend.

“Oh, Eddie, sweetie, thank God we—this way? None of our calls were getting through, god, you won’t believe the trouble we—now if we can find a damn doctor who actually knows, I’ll—”

“Um,” Eddie says, voice a little strained—his mind stuck on both Eddie and sweetie. “I’ve not actually—they’re being pretty elusive.”

Hopper smiles grimly. “Oh, we’ll find them.”

They must be a magic duo, because they’ve been on Steve’s floor for barely a second before both Hopper and Joyce are slipping into an office room, jaws set. The door shuts.

One beat, and then Eddie hears the muffled, thrumming cadence of raised voices.

El shrugs. “They will be a while,” she declares. “Let’s go see Steve.”

Steve’s jaw drops when El walks through the door.

“You’re gonna catch flies, Harrington,” Eddie says—but he only says it because Steve looks, for just a moment, overwhelmed.

It works, gives Steve just enough time to rally.

“Shut up, Munson.” He rolls his eyes at El as if to say can you believe this guy?

She giggles, then goes over to the bed and wraps her arms around Steve in a gentle hug.

He pulls her closer, brings a hand up to stroke her hair, and his face falls a little, as if he’s had a sad realisation. Then he gives himself a shake and murmurs, heartfelt, “You’re goddamn amazing, El. Thank you. Thank you.”

El shakes her head, draws back. “I only got you a little way there. You brought yourself back, Steve.”

Steve gives a fragile smile—looks like he’s trying his hardest to ward off tears.

”And what am I, the furniture?” Eddie says.

Steve snorts, blinks, and his answering grin is strong. “Oh, I suppose you did something,” he sighs dramatically, and he nudges El. “Shall we give him that?”

“No,” El says dryly, and Steve cackles. “Come on, then, catch me up! You blow my house up yet?”

El smiles. “Not yet. I like your movies. I want to go to a thrift store, to try and find something like Liesl’s dress.”

“Oh, the pink one?” Steve asks, and when El nods he says warmly, “Yeah, that’ll suit you.”

While they talk, Eddie starts to place all the candy on the bedside table. It’s a carefully curated selection from the pile El had initiated—chocolate bars Eddie thinks Steve will like: 3 Musketeers and U-No Bars.

Steve catches his eye, mouths, “Hero,” and winks.

#steddie #steddie fic #the self sacrificial steve agenda #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #jim hopper #el hopper #joyce byers #eddie and el #steve and el

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c0ffee-gh0ul · 4 months

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lucas and wallace fluff?? omg why arent people shipping these twooooo

i know!!!! this is such an underrated ship, but i ship it!!

ONESHOT: LUCAS LEE X WALLACE WELLS FLUFF

Wallace and Lucas were about to have their first official date. Sure, they had hung out before this, and talked on the phone, but today, they would be sitting down at a restaurant having a nice meal. It was nothing crazy, just Sneaky Dee’s.

Wallace was getting ready, waiting for Lucas to pick him up. Finally, a boyfriend with a car. He was starting to hate walking everywhere, especially in the bite of the Toronto cold.

“Hurry up, Wallace! I need to pee!” Scott said from the other side of the bathroom door. Wallace ignored him as he kept fixing his hair in the mirror and sprayed cologne on his body. Once he finally did exit the bathroom, Scott ran in there as if he hadn’t peed in a year.

Wallace was nervous. He usually wasn’t nervous on dates. But, he really liked Lucas. Maybe he was the one.

“Why are you pacing?” Scott asked as he exited the bathroom. Wallace didn’t even realize he started doing that. “Are you nervous or something? You’re making me a little dizzy…”

“I guess I am,” He admitted. “I’m never nervous. That’s usually you! Oh, god…”

“Dude, chill,” Scott chuckled, taking Wallace by the shoulders. “Just, um, don’t drink too much, and… Be yourself…? I don’t know, I’m not good at this kind of stuff…”

“Yeah, thanks captain obvious,” Wallace replied. His pacing and timid thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. “It’s him!”

“Go get 'em!” Scott cheered.

Wallace grabbed his coat and opened the door to reveal Lucas’s tall stature standing in the doorway. “You look great,” He smiled.

“So do you,” Wallace replied.

“Shall we?” Lucas offered his hand for Wallace to take and he accepted.

“Romantically cliche, are we?” Wallace remarked, closing the apartment door behind him.

“I want to impress a man on our first official date, don’t I?” Lucas opened the car door for Wallace and he stepped in.

Lucas drove them to Sneaky Dee’s, which was only about 5 minutes away. Once they sat down at their table, they started reading the menus to themselves and engaging in small talk.

“What are you gonna order?” Lucas asked.

“I dunno… Probably a martini and maybe a tasteful pasta,” Wallace replied.

“Tasteful is a strong word for this place,” Lucas chuckled.

“Well, yeah, tasteful for this place,” Wallace chuckled back. “Slightly undercooked, either over or under seasoned, no in between… And hopefully still hot by the time it gets to the table.”

Once they were waiting for their food, Lucas took Wallace’s hand in his from across the table.

“This is really nice, y’know? I’ve never really been on a real date before,” He admitted.

“Look at you, being soft,” Wallace teased. “I’ve been on a few real dates, but they all kind of sucked.”

“This one won’t suck, I’ll make sure of it,” Lucas smiled. “Speaking of which… I got you something.” He dug through his pockets searching for a small gift.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Wallace was already taken aback by Lucas’s efforts.

“I saw it and it made me think of you,” Lucas revealed a bracelet with blue and black beads on it. “It’s the evil eye, it’s for protection against… Like, everything. Plus, blue is your favorite color, right?”

“It is, yeah,” Wallace was astonished. No one had ever given him a gift on a first date, or any date. He gently took the bracelet from Lucas’s palm and put it on. “This is so thoughtful… Since when do you know about crystals and evil eyes and things?”

“I was hanging out with Todd… I guess he’s into that stuff,” Lucas replied.

Wallace looked up and gazed into Lucas’s eyes. The connection between the two of them was like a magnetic pull. They smiled at each other and their gazing was abruptly interrupted by the waiter placing their food on the table.

“Thank you,” They said to the waiter simultaneously, snapping out of their trance.

Their meals sort of matched their personalities. Wallace did end up ordering a small pasta dish. It was light and slightly dainty, like him. Lucas ordered a burger. It wasn’t super sloppy or greasy, but it was big and full of toppings.

“It’s usually not polite to get a messy meal on the first date, y’know,” Wallace teased.

“Can you blame me? Look how good this looks!” Lucas argued. “Though, your pasta does look good.”

“You want a bite?” Wallace asked.

“Sure,” Lucas agreed.

Wallace stuck a piece of penne on his fork and fed it to Lucas. “I was hoping you’d say yes just so I could do that,” He admitted, a flirtatious look on his face.

“This is really good, you made a good choice,” Lucas said, mid-chew. “And, maybe I said yes hoping you’d do that.”

The meal went on, and they talked and laughed, and Wallace got a little tipsy.

“Oh, you got something on your face,” Wallace said, taking a napkin to Lucas’s cheek.

“And I’m the cliche one?” Lucas joked.

Once they left, Lucas drove Wallace home and they sat in his car for a moment.

“I had a lot of fun,” Lucas smiled. “We should do it again.”

“Absolutely,” Wallace replied. “That was the best date I’ve ever been on.”

Lucas was proud of himself. He kept smiling, which made Wallace smile, too. Their gazing trance started again, and Lucas decided to go for it. He kissed Wallace. Wallace was shocked at first, but he kissed back.

“Damn,” He sighed after the kiss. “You’re a great kisser.”

“And you’re slightly drunk,” Lucas laughed. “Do you want me to walk you to the door?”

“No, no, I’ll be fine. Scott’s still awake,” Wallace insisted. “I’ll call you!” He said, getting out of the car.

“How was it?” Scott asked as soon as Wallace walked through the door.

“It was…” Wallace sighed, plopping himself onto the armchair. “The dreamiest date ever.”

“Dreamy? At Sneaky Dee’s?” Scott questioned.

“As dreamy as a Sneaky Dee’s date could be!” Wallace giggled.

#lucas lee #wallace wells #lucas lee x wallace wells #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #spto #spvstw #spvtw #oneshot #fluff #anon #requests #writer #fanfic #fanfiction

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Rewatching ep.28 of Love Between Fairy and Devil

Part 2

(spoilers ahead)

So, where were we? Oh, yes, Xunfeng being Xunfeng

I love how DFQC simply smiles at Xiao Lanhua and they both go ahead and ignore Xunfeng

“Hatred is the foundation of the Moon Tribe.” *sigh* Xunfeng, my dear boy

“You made my brother indulge in love and neglect his duties” translation: Why no one loves me? Also, when did DFQC neglect his duties? Well, apart from the hellfire hiccup

“And you connected your lives through the One Heart Curse.” It’s not like she did it on purpose, dude. She doesn’t even know how she did it

Look at his face. Leave my babies alone, Xunfeng!

Xiao Lanhua has grown so much from that childish, carefree fairy. Even her voice is more mature. She states reasons why she has to go into the cave, using valid and logical arguments. And that is why I don’t understand people who refuse to watch it only due to her baby voice in the first episodes. It’s called character development

Their first fight as a couple. “No, I will sacrifice my life for you.” – “No, I will.” They sound as if they have already been married for 30000 years

So much angst. There is a fanfic waiting to be written here where he grabs her, kisses her and they have crazy make up s*x

Xiao Lanhua, as I am rewatching this, my respect for you has grown immensely. She never cowered in front of him, she offered well structured arguments that he couldn’t refute, and she proved to him and his people that she wants to be perceived as an equal to the Moon Supreme, and not a trophy or someone he has to break rules for in order to protect her

Earlier, DFQC took a step back in his character development, regressing to his villainous ways, issuing an order stating that those who will mention the rule about the cave will be killed. But her stance prevents him from becoming the evil, authoritative ruler he once was. (There is also probably a slight fear in the back of his mind that she might not make it out of the cave alive and that would mean that he would die too. However, that is a fear he has to face and trust her)

Paused to admire how beautiful this scene is

You are the best, Xiao Lanhua, and I love you

“You made all the decisions yourself. You did whatever you wanted. You never asked me about my thoughts. But we are going to be husband and wife now. Then things should change. There is no hierarchy between a couple. No matter what happens, we have to face it together. Can you respect that?” I have no words, she is simply amazing

Side rant. Their love is so deep and transcendent because it is based on principles, respect, friendship, communication, not merely in physical attraction. There could never be a better partner for DFQC than Xiao Lanhua. She was the one who helped him heal his feelings, face his demons, get in touch with his authentic self and had the courage to face him as an equal. And in return, he was the one who challenged her to mature, to find her strength, and treat herself with the utmost respect and love she was never given. Side rant over

Xunfeng just happened to have on him the elixir that will prevent DFQC from feeling her suffering

And of course Xunfeng is feeling regrets: No, don’t go into the cave, I only said it so that you would give up. I don’t want you to suffer. I am not the bad guy here. I never meant to cause such trouble, I was just trying to scare you. My brother will never forgive me. I am laughing, Xunfeng, I am laughing so much

I can’t explain why, but I love this scene. Words fail me, I am just feeling emotional

Babieeeees

I won’t cry, I won’t cry

No, poor Xiao Lanhua :(

See you in ep. 29

#i didn't cry #but there was a lump in my throat #such a powerful episode #so much torture and sacrifice #and growing up and deep love #i understand so much more on this rewatch #i love it even more than the first time i watched it #yep my obsession is not going anywhere #btw xunfeng really does irritates me in these episodes #but i get his concerns #and i value his character development as well #by the end of the show i loved him too #love between fairy and devil #lbfad #rewatching #mine #orchid's reactions

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Matsuoka Rin — Priorities

PAIRING(S): Matsuoka Rin/Reader WORD COUNT: 4.7k TYPE: Light Angst, Making Up, Childhood friends WARNING(S): None I think? But lmk

“C’mon,” you whined, and the sound grated on Rin’s nerves. He’d spaced out and kind of missed out on what you were upset about now, but he’d known you for long enough to find your responses somewhat predictable. It was probably another race you wanted to have, or an arm wrestle, or something along those lines. You even swam with him sometimes, and to his chagrin you were decent at it.

There was a tug on his sleeve. Rin furrowed his eyebrows and frowned when he turned to look at you, only to see an irked expression on your face. “What?”

At his question, you backed away and crossed your arms, smirking before you pointed at a tree far away in the distance. “I said we should race there. You weren’t listening.”

“But we just walked all the way here from there,” he said, annoyed by your illogical whims.

“Oh, are you scared of losing? Are you a lil’ chicken?”

“I’m NOT a chicken!”

“Ok, ok, you don’t need to take it so seriously,” you said, amusement adding a sharp edge to your smile. Then you fidgeted with your pockets and tip-toed around him. “Besides, it could be our last race.”

“Why’s that?”

“I heard what you told those guys from the swim club earlier. That you’re going away to Australia…”

Rin, again, tried to gauge your reaction. Though he’d unfortunately known you since the dawn of time — being neighbors, his mom and your guardians often made it a habit to force you to hang out with him and Gou — and though he had a sixth sense for the words you said, he didn’t know how you felt most of the time. In that moment, you seemed unbothered, like his departure didn’t faze you at all.

“You weren’t going to tell me, right?”

“I so was!”

“Uh-huh.” Clearly, you didn’t believe him. “‘Cause telling people things is totally your style.”

“I’m not that bad,” he insisted with a huff, but before you could rebut his response, Rin turned heel and began sprinting towards the tree. Over his shoulder, he called out, “The loser’s gonna be a lil’ chicken!”

“Hey! CHEATER!”

You bolted after him, but with your late start, you lost. Still, you held your palm against the trunk of the tree and glared at Rin, who was leaning against it with a smug aura surrounding him. He got all up in your face and grinned. “Who’s a lil’ chicken now?!”

“You only won ‘cause you cheated. I demand a recount.”

“I don’t think that word means whatever you think it means.”

“RECOUNT!”

“No! You’re a chicken. Just accept it.”

“… Recount?”

“There’s nothing to count,” he said before he pulled down his eyelid and blew a raspberry at you. Your glare grew more evil.

On your way back, you spent most of your time pushing at each other and continuing your gratuitous argument, and your yelling had startled many bypassers on the street.

You kept track of your competitions, of course, and you were at a draw. That could’ve been enough to salvage your ego in different circumstances, but you thought Rin was the only one who ever won things of consequence between the two of you.

___

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

How’s Gou?

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW BRO I’M IN CLASS RN BRO WHY DON’T U ASK HER BRO SHE'S UR SISTER BRO NOT MINE BRO

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

What’s with you? Are you trying to be hip???

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

NOTHING DID A KOALA SHIT ON UR HEAD YET

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Eww.

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Are you gonna be home for New Year’s?

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

YEAH WHY

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

DUDE ANSWER

___

Deep down, you’d been excited when Rin’s mom called you over since he was visiting for the holidays. Texts between you were sparse and by god he was terrible at replying, though you often returned the favor out of pettiness.

You didn’t have anything in mind for this afternoon and greeted Gou by ruffling her hair as usual, but Rin seemed cross and distant when you first caught a glimpse of him. Apparently your reunion didn’t move him too much.

You trailed behind him to his room where no one else could hear your conversation. “You ok?”

He shrugged and sat down on his old bed. His room was like a relic and as you scanned it, you found that everything was where he left it, or at least the things he didn’t take to Australia. There were some framed photos of you and him strewn about, but the one from the relay seemed to be missing. Something suspiciously bitter settled in your stomach, but you ignored it.

“Did something happen?”

“It’s just… I dunno, do you think swimming’s worth it?”

“Huh? Why not?” you asked, wondering what kind of stupid question that was. “Don’t you literally go to a swimming school now, abroad?”

“This is stupid,” Rin warned, since he knew you’d probably scold him for being a stupid pansy when you heard the rest of his statement. There was a distant sadness you recognized in his expression and that only confused you further while you waited for his explanation. “I keep losing. I don’t have a natural calling for it.”

“You’re comparing yourself to that guy,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

Rin blinked. “What guy?” he asked, even though it was obvious you were talking about Haru.

“Uh, what’s his name? Nanase?”

“You don’t understand! It’s not just him.”

“Whatever,” you said with a shake of your head. “Forget I said anything.”

It was unlike you to back down from a disagreement like this, but Rin was glad to leave it. Both of you were too young to understand. Maybe your hesitance to push came because this was much more serious than either of you realized.

___

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Hey Have you seen Haru and the others around? How’re they doing?

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

U CORNY ASS FREAK ASK THEM YOURSELF

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

First of all, shut up, I’m NOT a cornball. Second of all, how am I supposed to ask? I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m on another continent. Tho it wouldn’t surprise me if you somehow missed out on that

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

WHAT, U DON’T EVEN HAVE THEM ON LINE OR SOMETHING? JEEZ MAN

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Yeah, I don’t. Listen I don’t care or anything, I was just a little curious is all.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

COOOOOOOOOORNY FREAK

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Stop saying that

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

CORNY FREAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

SERIOUSLY I’M SERIOUS.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

IDC I KNOW UR A CORNY FREAK DEEP DOWN

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

I’M BLOCKING YOU

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

U WOULDN’T Message couldn’t be delivered. Tap to try again.

___

Rin scrolled through your messages for the nth time. He probably spent more time doing this — lamenting — than he did responding. When he thought of you, remembered the details of your face, he saw someone fundamentally different from himself. Someone who was self-sufficient.

If you were in his predicament, you wouldn’t sweat it. Loneliness didn’t bother you, and though he never asked, he knew you were doing just fine without him. It was how you were. You brushed off everything with ease, and he recalled the indifference he sensed from you when you first found out he was going away with great distaste.

Stupid you, he thought as he scrunched his nose like the abstract idea of you was now appalling. He swiped back up to the beginning of some dry, mundane conversation he had with you and reread it again.

___

The last few years, for you, had passed by in a blur. Nothing of note ever happened.

As you were a second year, there was nothing special about the first day of school. Actually, you never found the beginning of the school year remarkable, but it seemed even less interesting now that you’d gone through the first rodeo of high school. It signified that your stale vacation days would transition into a different type of monotony and nothing more.

When Gou weaseled her way inside your classroom during recess, you didn’t think much of it. She liked catching up with you from time to time, so her seeking out your presence wasn’t that unusual. You weren’t prepared for her to rub her neck and sheepishly ask, “Sorry to bother you… Has my brother talked to you recently?”

“I think we texted a few weeks back,” you said. “Why are you asking? Something going on?”

She blinked in realization since you seemed none the wiser to his return. “Um, no, I mean… I mean, yeah, he isn’t responding. And I’m a little worried about it. But have you seen him?”

“Uh, last time we saw him was this New Year’s,” you reminded, giving her a weird look. For a second you entertained the idea she was going crazy, but then she graced you with an off-put expression, too.

“Seriously? He didn’t tell you he came back either?” Her tone sounded incredulous when she realized that must be the case, but worry settled in her stomach. Why was her brother acting so strange? He hadn’t informed anyone, even you.

“What? He came back? Like, here in Japan?”

“Yeah! I was worried because I haven’t seen him since he’s going to Samezuka, and he’s not responding to my messages either… So I thought maybe you’d know if he’s doing alright.” There was an exasperated throw of her hands. Following her explanation, Gou frowned. “I guess not.”

Your lips pressed into a straight line while this information registered in your head, eyes absent when you looked away. “Yeah, I guess not.”

___

Rin was different.

You were the same.

That was what he thought when he saw you standing in front of his dorm room with your arms crossed and a smug smile on your face — that even if you looked older, even if your features were sharper and more grown-up, you were the same. Your bravado reminded him of when you’d challenge him to arbitrary contests and how you kept a tally of your wins and losses. He assumed you still did so when you sent him invites to compete in stupid mobile games, too.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, voice even. Maybe you had come to ask him to race against you again, and to rub it in his face if you won. You won a lot. Too much for someone who didn’t do proper competitive sports.

You kicked yourself off the wall and grinned. “Greetings, asshole.”

“Seriously? No welcome back hug? No ‘I missed you so much’? Just going straight to the name-calling?” Rin asked. He tried to sound humorous when he said it, but it still came out flat, like he wasn’t into it.

“Jerks who ignore their sisters don’t get hugs, no.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, does Gou tattle her troubles to you now? Have I been replaced?”

“You called her a crybaby the last time she whined to you.”

“I didn’t mean it.”

You stared at each other blankly.

“None of this explains why you’re creepily standing in front of my room, waiting to ambush me, though,” he said, after a while of uncomfortable silence.

“Breaking inside indoor pools isn’t really my style,” you said, waving your hands. As much as you tended not to pay attention to anything around you, word had traveled around after Haru, Makoto and Nagisa got scolded for visiting Samezuka late at night. All things considered, what you were doing was not that concerning. Campus security let you in and everything. “Like, I’m not that desperate, you know?”

His expression dimmed at your mention of last night’s incident when he both won and lost against Haru — not that you knew. You pursed your lips when you noticed his shift in demeanor before you continued,

“Besides, is it so wrong to wanna see my good ol’ buddy? Maybe it is, considering you didn’t tell me you were here and all.”

Rin at least had the decency to seem embarrassed, even if he didn’t rush to fall to his knees and grovel for your forgiveness.

“I… was meaning to tell you,” he settled on.

You leaned against the wall again like his answer exhausted you, hands sneaking back inside your pockets. It made him nostalgic to see you do your usual mannerisms, but just about anything made him long for the past those days. Even stupid things like this — like the way you fussed with your clothing.

“You didn’t,” you said.

“I didn’t, but you’re still here.”

There was a hint of displeasure in what he said. Maybe he didn’t like surprises, maybe he just didn’t want to see you. Your lips twitched as if you were about to frown, but the motion was short-lived. You stayed there with your usual stony expression, not amused, but certainly not angry or hurt.

You asked, “Why didn’t you?”

There were many ways to approach this question, so Rin didn’t.

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “Just didn’t get around to it.”

“You wanna go somewhere? Or do you have club activities or something?”

Rin wasn’t surprised to figure out you weren’t in a club. He’d asked a few times over text to distract you from your questions about swimming, but the answer was always no. Not your kind of thing, you’d say. That you weren’t a team player, you’d continue. You didn’t take the areas you were gifted in seriously.

“I’m not in a club either,” he said. “I was just about to sign up, actually.”

“You’re not already in the swimming club? Weird.”

“I wasn’t going to, but, well. Things happen.”

This seemed to confuse you even further, but some sort of recognition flashed across your face. Rin wondered what it was that you realized, but you didn’t comment on it. All you said was, “You better get to it now then, right?”

You raised your hands again in mock surrender and took a step forward like you were about to go. Rin almost gave into the urge to stop you from leaving because he could hang out with you and- and it’d be a good time, probably. Like when you’d come over near New Year’s when he was visiting and play board games with him, or when you were the only one to entertain him in stupid conversations over the phone for around four years. The usual.

He could easily sign up for the swim club tomorrow, but he let his arm flap back to his side. He didn’t want you to think he was pathetic and needy or whatever. And Rin wanted Haru to know he could beat him any day. You’d respect him more if he accomplished that, right? If he showed you he was alright on his own, all this time, then…

His gaze lingered on your retreating figure until you disappeared from sight.

___

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Sorry, things were kinda bad between us last time. I think.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

EHHHH WHATEVER

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

DOES THAT MEAN U’LL STOP IGNORING KOU?

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

I don’t ignore her

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

SHE’S WORRIED ABT U MAN

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Well,

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Didn’t mean to send that one. I just, you know, she doesn’t HAVE to be worried

___

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

I’ve got a swimming tournament coming up. Wanna swing by?

FROM: (You) TO: RIN

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

What.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

I GUESS* SO UR NOT UNSURE ABT SWIMMING STUFF ANYMORE?

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Well yeah. Didn’t know you remembered that. Anyway it’s not a big deal, I just have a score to settle in the prelims, so I was kind of hoping you’d be there.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

R U DOING THAT RELAY THING?

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

No. Only the freestyle.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

BUT U ALWAYS LIKED THE RELAY THE MOST

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

It’s not really up to me. Are you game or not?

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

HARU AND THEM STARTED A SWIMMING CLUB THIS SCHOOL YEAR IS THIS ABT THAT

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

GOU’S THEIR MANAGER SHE TELLS ME ABT THEM AND THEIR MUSCLES SOMETIMES

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Is she doing alright? They’re not bothering her are they??? The boys in the swimming club

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

OH C'MON THEY’RE UR FRIENDS U KNOW DAMN WELL SHE'S OK AND THAT THEY’RE NOT BOTHERING HER

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

They’re not my friends.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

IF THEY’RE NOT UR FRIENDS HOW COME UR SWIMMING FREESTYLE

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Whatever that’s supposed to mean

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

U KNOW I’M NOT THAT DEMENETED OR IGNORANT NANASE-SAN ALWAYS OBSESSED OVER FREESTYLE SWIMMING. U TOLD ME ABOUT IT THIS IS ABOUT HIM AGAIN ISN’T IT

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

I don’t think you’re demented or ignorant.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

YES U DO

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Listen I asked you a pretty simple question which is do you wanna come watch me at the tournament in two days? If the answer’s no, say no. It’s quite literally THAT easy to answer.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

OH U KNOW I’LL BE THERE STOP BEING EMO AND GIMME THE LOCATION???

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

I’M NOT EMO. Take that back.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

NO :D

___

Your classmates were distracting. You stood upright on the other side of the stadium or… whatever it was, shifting around, adjusting your weight from your left hip to your right and then back to your left. Whispers and chatter got inside one ear and out the other, but you could still hear them, screaming something like ‘Go, Haru!’ or whatever.

However, you were here to watch Rin, not to cheer on your school. Your elbows dug into the railing, your palm imprinted on your cheek as you boredly assessed the scene in front of you. Rin didn’t see you in the crowd, or at least you assumed he didn’t. Couldn’t have — he was focused on Haru, who was next to him.

You wondered if he’d finally be satisfied after this. Probably not.

And Rin was good at swimming. You knew he had his gripes with it even though he never really told you anything of substance about whatever he was going through, but you watched him now, and he had the lead. He was even better than you’d expected. Sometimes he was flimsy when you two were younger, but you could tell that wasn’t the case anymore.

The race didn’t last long at all. It went by so fast, you had to wonder if anyone would ever come watch these for fun.

You saw him mouth something to Haru, then he walked off while the other boy was dazed by his loss. Again, you were confused since you knew Nanase-san didn’t really care about winning, but this was always more than that, wasn’t it?

You closed your eyes and contemplated the matter, then nodded sagely to yourself. Yes, of course, things were never that simple when corny freaks were involved.

Since you didn’t care about any of the Rin-less events, you took your leave and headed for the exit. There was a load of nothing you needed to do until the end of the day, after all.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

CONGRATS WELL DONE

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Thankssssss Are you coming tomorrow too?

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

OH YEA CUZ U ADVANCED

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Did you leave? Nevermind. I’ll be swimming in the relay tomorrow, so wait around to see it.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

YAY.

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

How the hell am I supposed to decipher this message

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

HAPPY FOR YOU.

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Wtf why the sarcastic punctuation

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

NOTHING MAN I’M JUST PLAYING

FROM: Rin TO: (You)

Stop It’s weird that you know what a full stop is.

FROM: (You) TO: Rin

HAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT

___

As promised, you occupied the same spot you did the day before, watching. Waiting. Even before the whistle blew to announce the start of the race, you could tell Rin was in a bad mood. What was his deal again? The sigh you let out was almost involuntary.

Though you knew him to be moody, you didn’t think it’d impact his performance. He was dead last and he wasn’t moving in the water like he usually would. A frown pulled at your face, weighing your skin down. It was clear he wouldn’t place in number one, but at least there was still the other thing he told you he’d compete in.

He’d better not have invited you just to embarrass himself. You strolled toward the building where the swimmers headed. Maybe you’d try to talk it out with him? Not that your attempts at conversation ever amounted to much, especially when you tried to be serious.

You snuck your way in and bristled when Rin rammed into you, seemingly in a hurry. You blinked. “Where the hell are you going?”

“None of your business,” he said. Maybe out of habit.

“Huh? You invited me here.”

Rin shook his head, but halted, anyway.

“You’ve gotta do the relay,” you added. “Seriously, where are you going?”

His eyes went watery at your remark and you looked at him like he grew a second head. He was acting way more emotional than usual, and you didn’t get it at all.

You spoke again. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

“You won against Nanase-san yesterday,” you said.

He crossed his arms, but you could tell he was growing irritated with you. Or maybe it’d been stirring for a while, and now it boiled over. “Why does everything have to be about him?”

You glared at him. Okay, perhaps you were a little pissed at him, too. “I don’t know, you tell me. You’re-”

“I’m not his friend,” he insisted, knowing what you were about to say. “That was in the past.”

“Literally why are you doing this?”

“I don’t need anyone. I don’t need you. Just leave!”

“You asked me to stay yesterday! Hypocritical idiot.”

To prove your point, you pulled your phone out of your pocket to show him exactly what he had said, but Rin only groaned and gestured at you to stop, that there was no need to, his hands around yours. There was that aloof sadness in his expression again, but he quickly masked it with anger. “You don’t even like me. Why are you even here? Why do we still talk to each other?”

You pulled away from him, staring incredulously after the nonsense he’d just said. “What?”

“You don’t like anyone,” Rin said, pointing an accusatory finger in your face. He was scowling. You hadn’t really seen him act like this before Australia. Had he snapped at anyone else ever since he came back? “You don’t- need anyone. And I don’t…”

“Oh, shut up,” you said, raising your tone to match this. “Just shut up! You have so many friends who still care about you even though you’ve been acting like a tool lately.”

“Do you care?” Rin snapped.

It was like you were seeing him for the first time. Like the answer to that question was pertinent, some conviction lied underneath his aggression, but you didn’t question why that might be. Instead, you were offended.

You laughed. “Do I care? Do I care? I’m not always watching you chase after anyone else who isn’t me for you to ask me that.”

“I don’t chase-”

“Yeah, you don’t chase people, blah blah.”

“Be careful wording things like that,” he said, and out of nowhere, he tried to be playful. Rin was backtracking — you seemed angry with him now, which he hadn’t considered you might be when he first took to yelling at you. It was stupid, but he’d never managed to get under your skin before. Still, it wasn’t like you’d ever had such a huge fight before, either. “I might think you’re jealous.”

Your face went slack the way it tended to do. “You know what? Maybe I’m jealous.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“‘Cause you have all these friends, and all you care about is… insisting they’re not your friends? Or something? What’s your damage, man? I don’t have any other friends, just you. I admit it, I’m a loser. Ok? Yeah, I’m jealous of you. And I’m jealous Nanase-san’s always on your mind instead of me.”

You pushed him away with as much strength as you could muster. Rin’s mouth opened and you wondered if he was about to argue with you further or what. What more he had to say, you weren’t sure, but you didn’t stay around to hear it — just ran off, back to the stands.

The relay was last. You’d wasted a lot of time bad mouthing each other in the corridors, and you couldn’t believe you admitted to all that, but anyhow it wasn’t a while of waiting for it to come.

Deep down, you were a corny freak all along. The realization embarrassed you. You thought about leaving, about not watching, but didn’t have it in you. Truly, you were turning into somebody you didn’t recognize.

Rin was easy to pick out in a crowd. For you, anyway. So you had no idea what the hell he was doing in the same row as your classmates instead of the guys from his school. It seemed he was swimming in place of the nerdy one, and for a moment, he scanned the crowd until he saw you.

Were you the problem? His problem? He was smiling and laughing with Nanase-san and the others, but the moment your eyes met each other, he turned crestfallen again.

Your shoulders slumped.

And he was happy to swim with them again, as you thought he’d be. Seeing him like this reminded you of how he used to act before Australia.

And you’d never had that effect on him.

You didn’t care if they’d finish first or last or in the mediocre middle, you decided, as you left after all.

___

Sprawled over your couch, you fed yourself grapes and imagined yourself as some kind of ancient royalty, beloved by many subjects.

Were you in a crisis? You’d heard people did strange things when they were going through a midlife crisis, but you preferred to believe you weren’t middle-aged yet.

There was a knock on the door. You rose from your seat and slouched forward to look through the peephole in case it was a kidnapper, or worse, a salesperson, only to see Rin in front of you. With a practiced neutrality — what were the chances he’d forgotten those humiliating things you spewed at him? — you opened and leaned against the doorframe like a greaser from a shitty movie.

“‘Sup?”

“I’m such an asshole,” he blurted out.

You weren’t expecting that. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry, I just- This is so stupid. You’re always so… naturally tough, I guess, and sometimes I wanted to carry myself more like you. Especially since I was so lonely in Australia, and I thought you’d never let that get to you, and- I never even thought I could hurt your feelings and- I don’t know- I’m sorry. Maybe I was jealous of you, too.”

“Of course I’m not above getting in my feelings,” you said. “I’m not a robot.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” he told you for the third time.

You looked to the side. “I didn’t mean to make it look like I don’t care about you, either.”

Should you let him inside? Did he even want to hang out with you now that you’ve both said your apologies? Or would that be too awkward? Or was the fact you were leaving him on your doorstep to stand there like a dirty unwanted dog the uncomfortable part?

As you pondered all these pressing topics, Rin reached out for you, reluctant. You wondered what he was doing until he wrapped his hesitant arms around you in an embrace. Your face twisted in a grimace like hugging was some alien gesture you didn’t understand the meaning of.

When you got used to it, you returned the gesture stiffly and patted him on the back with one of your hands.

It felt kind of nice, actually.

#rin matsuoka x reader #matsuoka rin x reader #free x reader #free! x reader #one shot

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green-crocs12 · 5 months

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I can’t be the only one who was a little surprised at how rayman turned out in CLH. and no, not the “omg he killed someone!! he did crack and said no-no words! but he’s from a kids game!!” but more of like.. i thought he was gonna be the main villain or something close to that 😭 like what i mean is looking at that poster with him up at the top looking all scary and controlling made me think that we were going to get a Rayman that was all evil and stuff. And don’t get me wrong, i absolutely adore the rayman that we did get, plus ramon, but i thought he was going to be the kind of unforgiving malicious evil government type of dude that covered it all up with a smile and acted all nice while on tv. and if you look at his concept art, you can see that they were kinda going for that? and the actual rayman we got is kinda like that too but what i had envisioned was a much more dangerous and threatening version of the show one. i feel like if they had went with this idea of rayman it would have made his “arc” or whatever it’s called have more impact. while the rayman we did get was working for eden and spreading its propaganda and stuff, a rayman like this would have seemed a lot more like he had direct ties with eden. but i do get why they didn’t do that; one: he would kinda look stupid as a main villain. and two, our actual villain is sarah. but i just like the idea of rayman seeming like the type of villain that knows what he’s doing, but in reality eden was just controlling him HARD. which would have made it seem like him turning on eden was a much bigger deal, because well the dude was literally making it seem like he was doing edens work with that evil little smile on his face idk man lol

but i mean… we might still be able to get that, considering that eden apparently cloned rayman and he’s just running around filling in for the actual guy or something. i’m just hoping that the show actually does something with him and doesnt just use him as a substitute for rayman while the actual rayman is hiding as ramon. i mean come ON just look at him here (and i know this probably isn’t the actual CLONE of rayman, but this was the image that got me in this stupid rant):

how are you gonna tell me that doesn’t scream “cute cartoonish character that looks really nice but is actually evil”??? i have to admit that i was a little disappointed when rayman immediately felt bad for what he had done because of eden, but it was a very in character thing for someone like him to do. although i really did want to see mean spoiled rayman 😭 but hey, we still have a chance of getting something like that from him rayman clone thing. (also please lmk if this made sense i was rushing and i’ve never really talked about a character in this way b4 so i have absolutely NO CLUE what i’m doing right now 💀)

#rayman #clh rayman #cl rayman #ramon #my ideas ig?#please give me feedback #man idk what i’m doing #ramble #rant #clhabdr #clh #is this character analysis?#sure #uhhh what else #my ramblings #i might do this again #i liked writing out my opinions #enjoy idk #i just found this draft btw lol

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whitepawn · 1 year

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Here’s some lazy info cards about characters in my superhero!au

Shen Yuan

Professor in Cang Qiong University (sinse they only know about his clairvoyance he teaches young adults (no child will be put in danger here) how to actually use their dusty brain cells in a fight instead of punchin real hard)

Abilities: clairvoyance + appearance changing (this one is secret) + making any tissue-like object sharp (this one's secret too)

Yes, Luo Binghe was his student until he quit to become the sexy bad boy he’s trying to appear as (he’d convinsed almost everyone but his Shizun and us ofc as he knows that Binghe is nothing but a very good boy (with a bit of sass ngl)

All of Cang Qiong cool squad™ rely oh him very much as well as cares about him being very tiny sleepy smartpants who needs to be constantly checked on (they refuse to admit he really doesn’t)

Shang Qinghua is his not-having-flashy-ability-to-show-off best buddy (nerd squad)

Shen Yuan wants to believe that he’s like Bruce Wayne with his cool alter ego, but even he understands that he’s more of a brokeass Peter Parker.

Despite his clairvoyance, high intelligence and sharp mind he’s so oblivious like guys

Everyone thinks he’s cute when in reality he’s “Accccctually🤓”

Liu Qingge

№1 Strongest superhero by user2305980714 and about 70% of internet (popular boi)

Abilities: super strength + martial arts

Not a people person so his stans like him only for his looks (pretty boi)

Can actually be really dramatic

Good at punchin real hard

Juicy (yeah that’s all)

Sigma with the boys, shy with crush

Has a little like we would belive this bullshit crush on Shen Yuan

Luo Binghe is his rival till death

I would kiss him in the cheek (respectfully)

Luo Binghe

Beefy fluffy buffy curly curvy boy

Abilities: dreams controlling + demon aura

Those big doe eyes (for his Shizun only)

Not only his eyes are big 😏😳

Squishy muscles juicy ass

Then first got into the Cang Qiong University Luo Binghe thought his only ability is lame dream controlling, then found out he’s actually pretty badass he dropped out of university to master his povers among the bad dudes™

Has huge crush on Shen Yuan

After quitting university and becoming ✨evil✨ he’s still visiting his Shizun very fucking often as he’s worrying something might happen to him

Feels a great lot of jealousy towards all Cang Qiong head members (first place to Liu Qingge)

Pls god I want to have him as a bodypillow am I asking for too much???

Mobei-jun

Is in the bad dudes™

You want him to crush you and DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO ME i know what you are

Strong

Giant thigs

Then frowning add 10 to attractiveness (99% of the time)

Is an “ally” with Shang Qinghua

Said Shang Qinghua is so much his type

Is into sloppy nerds

Figths with bare hands (+ ice powers) wich is hot (haha hot)

Abilities: ice powers + portal opening

Grumpy and growly

Nobody has ever seen him smiling, he’s capable of it though... I think

Shang Qinghua

Imagine a really smart raccoon, that’s basically him

Ability: reality changing (sounds cool? well it’s not)

His ability is limited af (that’s why he uses his brain so much)

Sexy brain, okay everything else

Is short and chubby (coz he’s a raccoon)

Had been simping over Mobei from the beginning of times

Then he sees Mobei fighting, Shang Qinghua uses his ability to rip Mobeis clothes here and there a bit more, make his hair lay even sexier and soooo on

“Boobs are so fine- wait you were talking about girls?”

Mobei-jun is the man of his dream

He and Shen Yuan are playing mind games all the tim, trying to outsmart eachover

I would provide him with snacks and listen to him talking for hours (as well as Mobei would)

#svsss #scum super villain's self-saving sistem #superhero!au #soon to be powerless #ssvsss #fanfiction #moshang #bingqiu #liushen

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arabian-bloodstream · 2 years

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HOTD S01E10 thoughts

Well, I thought the finale was awesome. Also, apparently, Rhaenyra is TOTALLY my favorite character, not Daemon, LOL!

- Emma D’arcy is amazing. Period.

- Sorry, ya’ll, but I completely understood where Daemon was coming from throughout the whole thing. He was like YAAAAS, I finally have a reason to take these motherfuckers down, go to war on Otto and his bootlickers after nearly 20 years. YAAS!!!! Woohoo!!

- Why, why, why would he even remotely want to be there when Rhaenrya was going through that childbirth which could possibly lead to her death when he loves her so much when he went nearly through the same thing with Laena who he didn’t love even remotely near like? Daemon has shown in the past that he does, you know, like cowardly shit. He runs when it’s too much. This is like the ZENITH of way, way, waaaaaaaaaay too much. Of course, his ass wasn’t there.

- As for Daemon choking her, duh! four things:

1. That was all about Viserys and Daemon’s major, major issues about Viserys. Never being good enough for Viserys. Viserys never choosing him for anything. Finding out that he had been heir to the throne for how many freaking years and Viserys had NEVER told him this HUGE fucking thing? And to find this out the day or so after Viserys died, so he can’t even have a good vent to Viserys about it because he’s still dealing with his major grief over Viserys, you know, dying.

2. Daemon is dealing with a shit-ton of emotional shit. A) Viserys, the brother he deeply loved, died. B) He just lost his baby. C) His wife’s throne was just usurped. D) He’s all hepped up on YAAAAAS! I can finally kill Otto and Crispin and all of those other cunts who have annoyed me for years!!

3. Daemon hurt her physically. And then Rhaenyra gave it right back emotionally. Did you see her reaction once he let go? She was all (with a smile on her face, no less) “You didn’t know? Hahahahaha! He never told you!!” Yeah, she hit back at him where it fucking hurt!

Yeah, these two fucking fight dirty as fuck!

4. Daemon Targaryen is NOT an anti-hero. He can be a monster. He can be a bad guy who does a lot of really, really bad things. Yes, he loves his family. Yes, he does, but he is not some woobie. He does really awful, terrible shit. That be who Daemon is. This is NOT out of character for him. No, sireebob!

- Rhaenyra making sure that Rhaena and Baela were part of the war council discussion... chef’s kiss.

- I love Jace. That is all.

- Every moment with Luke made my heart hurt because I knew what was coming.

- The contrast to the birth episode from the first episode compared to this one, gah. All the awards for Emma D’Arcy. ALL. THE. AWARDS. Throughout the labor, pulling out the stillbirth baby girl, holding her, wrapping her up. Gah. And even Daemon coming upon her and unable to come in because it was too much for him and then his grief on his own out in the waves. My heart!! Gosh, it was devastating.

- Vhargar is huge. Aemond is fucking evil. I hate him. I know, he didn’t mean to kill Luke, but still!

- Rhaenrya tried so hard for peace. She. Tried. So. FUCKING HARD. And Daemon was such... ugh, he kept acting like he was in charge, and some of the looks she was giving him like, “Fucker, I AM THE QUEEN, dude!” And then likewise when she wouldn’t let him kill Otto, he was all, “but, but, but.... I wanna! Why won’t you let me kill me him?!?!?” (And, honestly, I was thinking same. “Rhaenyra... let Daemon kill Otto!!”)

- Ooh, I loved the callback to Daemon and Otto facing off on the Dragonstone walkway and then here comes Rhaenrya on Syrax. And this time, Rhaenyra was WITH Daemon. So cool.

- Finally, oh, I LOVED when Ser Erryk brought out the crown, knelt and declared himself loyal to the Queen, said his vows. Oh, I was all verklempt. Then Daemon put the crown upon Rhaenyra’s head, called her “My Queen” and then knelt before her. And all followed suit. That was great.

Really, I think if the showrunners had known how well the show as going to do they would have stretched things out more and THAT would have been the end of the season. It would have been a fantastic contrast the to previous episode’s end, and such an awesome end to the episode and season. Ah well.

Overall, I thought it was a fantastic episode. Emma D’Arcy was really the MVP. Just fantastic. Ep 9 was meh, but this one was awesome. Can’t wait to rewatch it on Sunday night!

#house of the dragon #hotd episode 10 #hotd 1x10 #hotd episode leak #emma d'arcy #the black queen #queen rhaenyra #daemon targaryen #hotd spoilers #house of the dragon spoilers

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 11 months

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alcoholism fairies and bad decisions

drunk dean calls to tell cas they're going to end up together. eventually. wc: 2k

"Hi, hic , Cas."

Castiel, on his end of the call, puts his mug down on the counter. Icy cold coffee, with froth on the top. If Dean hadn't called him out of the blue, he would probably have sent him a picture of it in guise of documentation - or, well, to get him to tell him how much he wished to be there and drink it with him. If Dean hadn't called him drunk, he would at least have asked him to wait until he took a picture, with the froth all perfect and frothy.

Given the circumstances, however, he sits down, and nets his eyebrows in a frown.

"Dean? You okay?"

Drunk calls weren't that rare, but they were usually pre-planned. Or at least, you know, he’s aware Dean’s drinking when it happens.

"Oh!" Dean says, voice too bright and too loud. It’s like he’s somewhere that’s making it echo. "Of course. I'm drunk."

"I can tell." Cas rolls his eyes, for absolutely no one's benefit. His coffee grows warmer, untouched. "Where are you?"

A hum resounds. "So - it's not my room. I can tell that much."

"What the -” Cas swears under his breath. “Who're you with?"

"Friends." Dean says, dismissively. "I'm safe, it's all safe. Familiar faces. I just came away for a bit because I wanted to talk to you."

At that, Cas finally lightens. Stirs his cup (still admiring). "Uh-huh?"

Friends wouldn't be enough to describe what they were. And yet - it was what either of them would've said. Rather, convinced themselves to say.

They were the video-call-at-three-am, watch-the-worst-movie-known-to-man, a-football- match-just-afterwards-where-they-root-for-the-wrong-team and go-to-bed-consoling-each-other kinda friends. The kind who had nothing in common - from colleges, to friends, to hopes and dreams - but still let themselves be strung along for the ride and stuck together for whatever it counts. Texting day-in, day-out - with any excuse to think of the other person kinda friends. And the kind who didn't even get weird about girlfriends and boyfriends - which, well, both had, respectively - because they knew nothing would ever change what they had - and nothing could ever come close.

At one point, they'd come close to dating. At two different points, they'd had larger-than-life cruhes on each other. And now? Now they just danced this familiar dance around each othis, toeing blurry lines - hands-tied behind their backs at risk of twirling too close and falling indubitably into each othis's arms.

Oh, and they lived half a country apart. Thise was also that.

"Uh-huh." Dean repeats, definitively. Then, more distracted, "Cas, the whiskey today, I swear to god . I should go get more."

"You sound pretty whiskey-ed already, just FYI."

"And you sound jealous."

"Dude, I have coffee. The Castiel-Novak special, with the expensive kind of cream and all that schtick, because Gabriel just visited." He smirks. "I do not want to be drinking evil-tasting liquid hellfire right now, thankyouverymuch ."

"Jea-lous." He sings, and Cas scoffs.

Dean hiccups again, almost like he'd forgotten he was having hiccups for a while, and then remembered again, now that there was a lull in the conversation.

"Oh, boy."

"Dean, you okay?" Cas raises his eyebrows, repeating himself. Something sounded different about that oh boy. Not very average-drunk Dean, no, it wasn't. Cas is more or less a connoisseur by now. And he prides himself on it.

"I think so."

"How do you feel now?" He asks, bordering the line of concerned again.

"Strangely happy."

There's obviously a smile in his voice when he says it. Cas smiles too. "Oh. Why?"

"'Cause I figured something out today, Cas." Dean didn't pause for questions, went on rambling. "Realized we're going to end up together. It’s final. And it's a strangely happy thought." Before Cas could say a thing, "Uh, I guess thoughts can't be happy. Or unhappy. The thought made me happy. Or not unhappy. Yeah, that makes more sense. I think."

Cas just blinks. A warm feeling starts spreading in his chest that he doesn't exactly know how to define. Or, worse, confine . "How'd you figure that out?"

Another smile in his voice, and this time, Cas can picture exactly what he looks like. Knowing, crinkled eyes, lips curled, head just a little bit quirked. (They'd only met once - a whopping 10-hour first-’non-date’-date that'd been, story for another time - but they'd been through enough movie nights at this point for him to know his I-know-what-happens-and-you-don't look.) "I'm not going to tell you."

"Wh—"

"Because, you're not drunk . So you won't get it."

"So the fairies of alcoholism and bad decisions deigned this upon you, did they?"

"Maybe." He draws out the vowels. "Point is, I know it's true. End up together, you, me. Eventually. Boom."

"Is that the sound of us having sex?" Cas snorts. The warmth has concentrated in his stomach, making it feel fluttery. He doesn't want to dwell on it too much - because he's so clearly drunk, and he has Jimmy - and things are not even that bad with him right now, really - but. But it’s not like he’s ever known how to not feel things when it comes to this dumbass.

"I know you think you're kidding," Dean interrupts him, seriously. "But you're not that far from the truth. Keep seeking it."

"The truth of the sound of us — okay. Slightly too much alcohol for you, Dean."

"Mmm-hm." Dean hums again. "Wait and watch."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Cas mumbles, out of habit.

He knows this isn't exactly a normal conversation for them to be having - but he also can't say that it isn't something that has crossed his mind in the past.

All that chemistry - all those times he’s been complaining about something and he’s known just the right thing to say, or do, or be - and then there was that one time that they met. Cas still can’t get it out of his head. He’s always had a good memory - but this is a different level of good. Maybe it’s not entirely normal to remember what it felt like to hug his friend at the train station before he left. How they fit just right against all of you. Only maybe.

But then, it’s also impossible, right? They live hours away - and are certainly both the clingy, affectionate kind of fools who may think they can ace long-distance-relationships but are doomed from the beginning. Of course they are. Plus, he knows Dean has a girlfriend. And he has Jimmy. So yeah, things are fine right now - they’re safe, they’re innocent, okay, they’re half-innocent , half-kidding-themselves, but they’re safe and nothing is fucking them up right now. Because Cas, well, he can’t stand to lose his.

It doesn’t matter how easy it’d be to remove Dean from his life tangibly since he’s barely there at all, outside of one of his top three chats on WA at all times, and the ever-so-occasional co-movie-marathoner — none of that matters, except from the fact, that two years into this strange friendship, and he’s forgotten what life was like, before. But in a good way. In a healthy, he-gets-him, matching-wavelengths-of-weird, tries-to-make-him-a-better-person-sometimes kind of way.

So yeah, he can’t say the thought of a relationship hasn’t crossed his mind. He can’t even say that it’s ever really stopped crossing his mind. But Cas can’t have nice things, can he?

"It's an omen ."

Cas sighs. "You're so weird."

"You love me." Dean justifies, as if somehow that makes him weirder than him. It might, but Cas doesn't want to think about that right now.

"And you're a massive simp - as long as we're just stating facts."

"I am." Dean sings, again. He sounds a lot mellower now. Tuckered-out would be the word, if he wasn’t all of twenty one. He sounded ready to drift off to sleep, like that forecast had tired him out entirely. A classic drunk-Dean move, Cas rolled his eyes. "And you love me."

"Yeah, I do." He admits, a little quieter and is encouraged by another mmm-hm .

"Okay. I love you too." Scuffling sounds, as if he's getting up. Something clutters and falls, sounding queerly like stationery. So he's not outside, then . Probably in, like, a closet or something. The sound of a knob follows, and then, when he speaks, it's a lot less echo-y — with the contrast, Cas can definitely pin it to the previous place being a closet. "I'm going to go back to my friends. Amara's here too, uh, I'm definitely being rude."

(The girlfriend. Not an altogether bad person but severely, severely undeserving of him.

Dean had to know that too.)

"It's fine. You’ll make it up to them." Cas consoles, trying to avoid the strange hollowness in his gut at the mental image of him cosying up next to Amara, drunk, trying to make it up to her - okay, that’s never come up before.

(Not in this magnitude, at least.)

"Yeah, I will." he laughs. "G'night, buddy."

"Yep." Only a little miffed, Cas repeats it. "G'night."

"Don't forget, okay?"

Cas knew he'd be lucky if Dean didn't forget this entire conversation in the morning. But he didn't want to push the conversation any longer and make it weird - for him, or for Amara . "I'll try not to, but not making any promises." Dean makes a sound of affectionate disapproval, and then there's the familiar holler in the backdrop, of a group of ‘friends’ - rewelcoming his to their midst.

And that's that, for the night.

Cas stares at his coffee, now almost irritatingly room-temperature-d. Finishes it off in a gulp, while staring at his phone for good measure. Maybe the fairies of caffeinism and moderately-okay decisions would grace him with a visit, but it didn't seem very likely. Dean also doesn’t text for the majority of the night, except a view-once image of Amara's roommate licking a beer bottle (he’s made generally unfunny jokes about setting Cas up with the roommate in the past, probably playing off of that) and Cas replies righteously with eggplant emojis. He then sends a goodnight, at like six am, when Cas has already worn himself out with thoughts - and their annoying brethren, feelings - and passed out on his own couch.

Many years later - many Amara's and Jimmy's, moving-apart’s and mildly-closer’s, more degrees and a few salaries later - it happens.

(Of course, it does.)

Dean claims to have known all along. Sunday morning, breakfast-ing in bed with bread-and-jam and Castiel-Novak-specials, Dean solemnly swears he’d seen it coming. Not that he’d gone out of his way to jeopardize anything else for it, nope, but that he’s always known. “ Seriously .”

Cas laughs. Turns out, Dean didn't forget everything after all. But he did forget the call - too many inebriated misadventures in one night to recall life-changing conversations, of course - and Cas doesn't think he’ll tell him yet, that he’d known it equally long himself. Not right now , when Dean's half in his arms, Cas is halfways to shirtless, and they’re half a minute away from carefully sliding the plates and novelty mugs away to commence a different, but equally compelling Sunday-morning ritual altogether. And not when he’s this thrilled to be acting like a prophesier, an unbearable, inevitable all-knower, and the apparently- destined love of his life.

Maybe, maybe some other time.

#destiel #deancas #drunk dean #confessions #it's actually been a very long time since i posted anything on here but i posted it on ao3 and thought #hell why not #leave thoughts behind! <3 #supernatural #college au destiel #pride month writing challenge #long distance #shey writes

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itsscromp · 6 months

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Idea! Insomniac Peter and Reader (Peter's sidekick since even before Miles) talking just after taking down Fisk? (Would prefer Peter and reader's relationship to be platonic or found familial, but that bit's up to you.)

Insomniac Spider-Man x Reader

I love this idea so very much !!!!, Reader would ask so many questions and peter would have so many stories to tell. Word count:912

"Finally off to Rykers huh ??" You said as you landed on top of the police van alongside peter.

"You know, I think you've got more enemies in there than I do."

"If you think this will be more than a minor inconvenience..."

"Whoop-- gotta go" Peter then swinged off.

"But hey, Good luck Willie, I have a feeling you're gonna need it." You finger-gunned him as you joined Peter and swung off.

"Idiots !!! I'm the one who kept order in this city !! One month !! In one month you'll wish you had me back !!" Fisk shouted at you both before then being transported to rykers.

Now for the backstory part of this, You and Peter Parker have been best friends since you two were in school, Both doing everything together and being there for each other. You were the first person he revealed himself as Spider-Man to, and not too long ago, you too have been bitten by a radioactive spider, You were excited and scared at the same time. But Peter was with you every step of the way. You two were now a crime-fighting duo, you did try to opt for 'The Spider-Pals' But that motion was shut down. But anyway off track, Fisk was your first supervillain and you couldn't be any happier.

"Peter did you see that ??!!" You said excitedly as you caught up to him.

"I did, I'm so proud of you dude !!" He smiled brightly under his mask.

"YAHOOOOOOOOO !!!!" You pulled off an air trick before stabilising yourself.

Peter has never seen you this happy and excited before, it was practically infectious.

"YEEEEEHAWWWW !!!" He barrel rolled, joining you on your excitment.

"I can't believe I did it, My first super villain."

"And there'll be plenty more to come, don't worry buddy"

"Say, I always wanted to ask, What was the first super villain you ever fought ??"

"That is an excellent question y/n, one I will happily answer over pizza"

He then rang tony's and got the usual rooftop delivery.

"Oh that looks so good"

"I love you, But now I must destroy you" Peter then scoffed the first slice down.

As you two ate the pizza, Peter told you about the very first villain he ever fought as Spider-Man.

"So, back when I first started high school, vulture decided to pay a little visit, you see his old research partner, Greg Bestman taught at ESU. Vulture tried to take Bestman out, I tried to stop him"

He even did some of Vulture's voices but ended up coughing shortly after.

"Sorry, that's my best vulture" *ahem*

"Anyway, continue" You bit into your pizza as you listened into the story.

"I'll tell you what y/n, That fight was hard, Then, just as I thought I might actually win. Vulture's evil twin brother showed up to help him !!"

"What... I don't remember him having an evil twin" You giggled.

"Yeah... No, he actually rope-a-doped me. I was exhausted, and He was barely winded, but man it felt like two vultures"

"Wow... This fight really was tough"

As he continued on with his story of the vulture and his "Evil twin brother" You two shared laughs, oh how he knew how to make you smile.

"That fight taught me I'd always be a kid from queens at heart, But I could carry that strength anywhere, To Manhattan, to the West Coast. Heck, even to Symkaria. Weird to think, But I owe it all to an old man in a bird costume, I should really write him a thank you note, but anyway. That my dear y/n, was the story of my first supervillain" He smiled and puffed his chest out proudly.

"Woah... That's so damn awesome !!!" you really were mesmerised by how well the story was and how wise peter was too.

"Have you also ever thought of voice acting, you could be pretty good in a video game" You playfully punched him.

"Unless they make a full-fledged version of Speed Nonagon, I won't by lending my talented voice anytime soon"

You giggled again and looked out over into the city.

"I really wouldn't be here today without you Pete, You helped me through so much even before I became like you" You smiled at him.

"We're a little team y/n, Spider or no spider. Heck you saved my bacon many times I could count from my run-ins with flash"

"He was such a jerk, But yet again like you said about vulture, I guess without flash we wouldn't have met."

"You know... That is kinda true actually" He smiled

"Maybe I should write him a thank you note... Nah I think he gets the memo" You chuckled.

"Your probably right buddy, I wouldn't have this any other way though, Your my best friend through and through" Peter smiled and raised his fist for a fist bump. "Don't leave me hanging"

"Well..." You toyed with him

"Not on my watch y/n, come ooooonnnnnn"

And you gladly fist bumped him, both giggling.

"Your too much man" You smirked as you watched the city go by until peter's phone rang.

"It's Captain Watanabe, she needs to see us" He then got up and put his mask back on. "You ready Spider-pal ??"

"I'm ready Spider-Pal" you patted his back and the two of you swinging to the chinatown police station.

Oh you two would have so many adventures together, so so many.

a/n. I love insomniac peter so damn much, he's such a lovable goofball !!!

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

#platonic #reader insert #insomniac games #peter parker x reader #insomniac spider man #insomniac spiderman #Spider-Man x reader #insomniac games peter parker

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algea · 2 years

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A Little Ghoulin'.

Prompt: You go to a highly aggressive location with Zak and the GAC and you get attacked by a malicious ghost.

Pairing: Zak Bagans x !female Reader

Warnings: girl idk, the GAC being themselves? also vomit

You were at another investigation with Zak and the crew. Everyone knew that you and Zak had something for each other, but the both of you were oblivious to it. This particular location had highly aggressive entities towards women. There were even accounts of demons attacking the women that’ve entered the building. Zak was already nervous bringing you as it was, but with this information, he was not having it. But of course, you insisted on going, even if it meant going against him.

“Are you SURE you’re alright going in there by yourself, Y/N?” Zak asked, gazing down at your face with a very worried look.

You rested a hand on Zak’s chest and sighed,

“I’m fine Zak, really, I’ll call for you immediately if I run into trouble.”

He sucked in a deep breath and muttered something too low for you to hear, probably irrelevant to you anyway. You drew your hand from his chest and rested on his cheek, softly stroking it with your thumb. His hazy, blue eyes met yours and the both of you shared and unknown contract, one that you would soon find out.

“I…You know I’m really against you going in there, right? I can’t let you get hurt like I would myself.” Zak sighed, his captive gaze holding yours. You only gave him a soft smile and ran your thumb slowly over his bottom lip. Zak’s lips ghosted a smile, but only before you heard a camera click and various noises of happy cheering.

“Dude! I knew it was gonna be here! Pay up, Billy!” Aaron exclaimed, still holding his phone in the position he took the picture in. Both you and Zak’s heads snapped over to him, only to see Aaron holding out his hand as Billy handed him a 20 dollar bill, and Jay snickering in the background.

“Shut up, Aaron.” Billy sighed, looking over at you and winking knowingly. You rolled your eyes at your best friend and dropped your hand from Zak’s face.

“You two BETTED on when something like this would happen?” Zak questioned, his eyebrows raised and his head tilting towards them angrily.

“Oh I am SO beating your ass after we get done here.” He added. All Aaron, Billy, and Jay did was laugh and crack jokes about you two. You snatched your personal camera up and turned it on before saying,

“Well fuckers, I’m heading inside.”

You started to the door, which was on the opposite side of the large building. Zak followed you to make sure that you got in ok, as well as to be close by if you get in any danger. You stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. Zak placed his hand on your shoulder, leaned down and said,

“Don’t have too much fun without me.”

You smiled and reached up to place a kiss on his cheek. You then opened the door of the building and entered.

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The energy in there was like a hurricane, you felt so off every time you took a step.

“Whoa guys, I feel really off. Like every step I take man. Shit’s weird as hell.” You say as you walk further.

“You’re doing good, Y/N, just keep it up.” Zak’s voice said through the walkie-talkie. You went and sat down on a chair. You pulled out a spirit box and flicked it on, letting the static fill the electrified air.

“Is there anyone with me right now?” You asked, looking around the almost pitch black room. You thought you could make out a tall black figure standing in the doorway of a room.

“Evil.” A woman’s voice came through, startling you.

“Zak, just as I said ‘is there anyone with me’ I saw a very tall black figure in the doorway of a room, then the voice came in and said ‘evil!’” You yelled, eyes looking at the X camera watching you.

“Holy shit! We thought it said ‘evil’ too!” Aaron came in.

Just then, a voice came in and said,

“Demon…LEAVE!…”

But before you could say anything, something grabbed your hair and lifted you up off the ground. You shrieked and kicked, but to no avail because your feet were no longer touching the ground.

“ZAK! ZAK! IT’S FUCKING HOLDING ME IN THE AIR! HELP! HELP! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” You screaming, tears streaking down your face.

You felt like your limbs were getting pulled apart from all directions.

“FUCKING HURRY ZAK, PLEASE!” You shrieked, choking on the vomit that was bubbling up through your chest. The vomit spewed out of your mouth. Zak slammed through the door and sprinted towards you.

You crumpled to the floor in a crying heap. He didn’t care about the vomit on the floor, or the ugly crying that continued to come from you, he only cared about YOU. Zak’s hands grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into him, his muscular arms clinging to you like a small child to its mother.

“I’m here, I’ve got you, I’m right here, shhhh…” Zak muttered into your ear softly, rocking you back and forth in an attempt to calm you down.

“Holy shit, Y/N!” Billy yelled, sliding onto the floor and grabbing your shoulders from behind.

You shook from your sobs, and Billy did his best to calm you down. Zak was silent, his mind at work.

“Cmon Bill, let’s pick her up and carry her outside.” Zak suddenly said, wrapping an arm around the small of your back. Billy did the same, and they carried you outside. Aaron and Jay rushed over to you, giving you a warm embrace.

“Dude that was insane! The evidence we just captured was awesome!!!” Aaron exclaimed, withdrawing from the hug.

“Aaron, shut the hell up, it’s not about the evidence right now, it’s about Y/N.” Zak snapped, turning his head and glaring at him. Aaron sighed and nodded his head in agreement after a moment of thinking.

“Aaron, you and Billy go back in there and take some Full Spectrum Camera photos. Jay, you watch them in case something else happens, I’m going to help Y/N clean up.” Zak said, handing the Full Spectrum Camera to Billy. All three reluctantly trudged to their destinations, knowing that leaving you two alone could be very dangerous. Zak took you over to a couple steps and sat you down, holding you worriedly.

“Are you ok?” Zak asked, one of his hands traveling up to cup your face. The tears that rolled down your face slithered down his thumb, which was gently brushing over your cheekbone. You didn’t say anything, you just let the tears keep falling as he examined you further. Zak was muttering something, but you paid no attention to him, you were so mesmerized by him. As he was talking, you just couldn’t stop the urge to lean in and kiss him.

“Do you need anything? I can get you something if you want, we’ve got plenty of stuff and it’s no-“ Zak rambled, but was cut short by you leaning in and softly pressing your lips against his. Zak’s eyes widened and his other hand flew up to cup your other cheek. He leaned into the kiss, letting himself do all the work, he just couldn’t resist you. Your hand rested on his shoulder, and the other trailing down to the small of Zak’s back.

It was like the world stopped as you kissed him, everything freezing in place for a moment. Everything felt right, like this was the way it was supposed to be. You were the first to lean away, gasping for air as you rested your forehead against his. You heard the familiar click of a camera and snapped your head to Jay, who was grinning like an idiot.

“Just wait until the boys see this, this’ll be GOLD.” Jay exclaimed, scurrying away after Zak lunged at him, trying to snatch the photo.

“Oh. Shit.” Is all Zak said, but you only smiled at him, knowing that it’d be fine, just like your spirit guides told you.

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