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joonsmagicshop · 2 months

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Stress Relief Series Part 3- JJK

Summary: A couple weeks ago Taehyung asked a favor. For you to have sex with his bandmates to relieve some tension and stress. How can you say no to that

Paring: Jungkook/Reader

Rating: 18+/M

Word Count: 5K

Tags: Smut, Dom Jungkook, hair pulling, cock sucking, fingering, eating out, denied orgasm, degrading name calling.

Authors Note: This is part three of stress relief. Boy did I have fun with this one. Thank you to everyone who is reading this series I very much appreciate it.

Part 1 (intro)

Part 2

Your phone buzzing on your bedside table woke you out of a deep sleep. No one ever texted you this late, let alone called you and you fumbled in the dark to reach for your device feeling disoriented and slightly panicked as you finally grasped it, and without even looking at the display you answered the call.

“Hello?” You said trying to keep the phone against your ear as you sat up to turn on your bedside light.

“Um Hi.” Came an unfamiliar deep male voice.

You froze, hand on the phone as you tried to figure out who the heck was calling you.

“Um, who is this?” You asked as you finally flicked on the light to bathe the room in a soft yellow glow.

“It's um…Jungkook. Did I call at a bad time?”

Jungkook?

Wait…what?

You sat up straighter and tried to smooth down your hair as if he could somehow see you through the phone.

“Um hey? Sorry, I just… What's up?” You said trying to orient yourself to what the hell was going on as the numbers on your alarm clock changed to midnight.

“Um, not much. Are you sure you're okay?” He asked as you could hear his voice echoing through what sounded like an empty parking garage.

“Yeah, I just… You woke me up that's all.” You admitted biting your lip.

“I did? Wait? Oh fuck.” He said, which made you giggle. He must have just realized the time and you could hear shuffling and cursing on the other end.

“I'm so sorry we just got done dance practice and it was…well something… and I didn't even check the time I just called wow I am so sorry.” He said in a rushed apology.

“It's okay. Really.” You assure him as you kick the covers off your body, suddenly feeling hot knowing the reason he was calling.

“I am so sorry for real. Today was just a really bad day.” He says with a pause as you lift an eyebrow. You know what he is hinting at which makes you grin.

“Yeah. Do you need to come over? Maybe let me… help you out.” You purr as you can hear him groan on the other end.

“Yeah, please. Fuck. Hobi was on my ass all day and I could really use some help. As long as it's not too late for you.” He says.

It was already past midnight and you knew you had an early work day tomorrow. The reasonable part of your brain told you to tell him that it can wait until tomorrow and you could be well rested for the upcoming day. After all, Jimin had just come over two nights ago.

The words that came out of your mouth were a different story though.

“I'm sure you know the address?” You whisper already getting out of bed and trying to clean up the place a bit.

“I do. As long as you don't mind that it's kinda late. I have my motorcycle so I can be there pretty quick.” He says and the image of him driving through the dark city on a bike to get to your place is so hot it makes you gasp.

You hear him chuckle through the phone and you steady yourself.

“As long as you don't mind I'm in the clothes I sleep in.” You tease as you make your way to the kitchen and flick on the light.

“Mmm and what kind of clothes do you sleep in beautiful.” He coos. You grip the kitchen counter and bite your lip.

He was good.

Too good.

“Well, why don't you come over and find out Kook? I'll give you a hint though. It's not much clothing.” You admit as you hear him groan and you giggle as your stomach flips.

“God this is so fucking hot already. I haven't even met you and you're already making me hard.” He says lowly.

You feel your stomach turn at that little fact.

“Yeah. You like it when I talk dirty?” You say already feeling your body heat up under your too-big tee shirt and black booty shorts.

“And here I was thinking I'd be the dominant one tonight,” Jungkook responds as you can hear some shuffling around on his end.

“I mean if you want to be dominant you can be. Nothing stopping you. I don't mind.” You hold your breath as you wait for his reply.

“Today was a pretty rough day. I wouldn't mind taking some frustration out.” He says in a low voice that sends shivers down your spine.

“Then do it. Come over.” You respond feeling your core aching already.

“Fuck your perfect. Okay, I'm leaving now. I'm maybe Fifteen minutes away.” He says as you can hear his bike roar to life.

“Drive safe!” You yell over the bike's noise as the line goes dead.

You stared at the city below as you waited for him, keeping an eye out for a black motorcycle among the Sunday night traffic but your gaze kept flicking upward to the almost cloudless sky and the stars that were peaking out against the beautiful black backdrop.

Exactly fifteen minutes later you hear the distinct knocks at the door which sent your heart racing as you walked over to answer it.

When you opened the door he was standing there, in black jeans with a black unzipped motorcycle jacket over top. His hair was a stylish mess and he was nipping softly at his lip ring as you stepped aside so you could let him through.

He shucked off his jacket to reveal a tight black tee shirt underneath and he put his helmet on the floor by his shoes.

You stared at him in awe. The pictures you had seen of him over the years didn't do him justice. He was absolutely stunning in person and when he shot you his signature bunny smile with his nose scrunch you swore you could have died happy right there.

“Hi.” He said softly as you watched his doe eyes trail from your toes to your head.

You kept on what you had worn to bed and suddenly felt shy under his piercing gaze. His pink tongue darted out to lick at his lips and you squirmed.

“Hi.” You said back to him.

You both stood still sizing each other up, time seemed to stand still as well as neither of you made a move.

“God you're…wow.” He said, finally breaking the silence which made you blush and shift on the spot.

“Well thank you. You are pretty wow yourself.” You teased as he grinned and you reached out a hand. He took it and you slowly led him through your apartment to your bedroom.

As Jungkook crossed the threshold you let go of his hand and waited as his eyes shifted around taking in your bedroom.

He finally stopped gazing around and his eyes fell on yours once more, the air was thick with tension and you felt goosebumps rise on your skin as you stepped towards him.

You laced your arms around his shoulders and you looked up into those beautiful doe eyes.

“Heard you had a rough day?” You said softly as his gaze dropped to your lips.

You smirked.

“Yeah.” He muttered biting his lip as he stared at you.

Your hands carded through the soft hairs at the nape of his neck and Jungkook melted into your touch.

“Wanna take your bad day out on me? Take out all that frustration” You asked keeping your voice low as you stood closer to him and continued to play with his hair.

You could tell he was nervous so you did your best to ease him into it, make him feel comfortable, making him feel like whatever he wanted to do was allowed.

“Fuck. Yes, please. I want to….be a little rough with you if that's okay. ” He almost choked out as you pressed a soft kiss against his jawline, his eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of your warm lips against his cold skin.

It was still a little too early to bring out his motorcycle but he just couldn't wait any longer. The boys had advised him against it saying he could not afford to get a cold before the tour but Jungkook had missed riding so much he said screw it and took it out a couple of days ago.

He will admit, that the ride tonight was chilly, it didn't help he was going over the speed limit rushing to get to you.

Jimin hadn't said a word when he came into the dance studio a couple of days ago but by the subtle nod he gave Taehyung and the silly grin he wore on his face Jungkook knew what had happened.

And there was just something about the choreography that was giving Jungkook, who is usually good at everything, a really hard time.

So after Hobi scolded him for the sixth time today he decided tonight would be the night.

He did feel bad for reaching out to you so late but Hobi was getting on his last nerve and he could feel frustration brewing deep inside of him and he didn't want to say something he would regret.

He loved Hobi, he loved all the guys, but something about this dance was just not clicking with his brain and it was making him frustrated and annoyed.

“You okay?” Your soft voice brought him back as he stared at you.

“Yeah, I just. Sorry, I was thinking about today.” Jungkook said as you slowly spun him around and backed him up until his legs hit the bed.

You slowly placed a hand on his chest and pushed him down so he was lying flat. Without a word, you climbed on the bed and straddled his jean-clad thighs shivering at the feeling of his jeans against your bare skin.

He sat up to wrap his arms around you as you pressed soft kisses to his cheeks and jawline. Peppering them slowly and taking in the scent of his skin.

Your hands worked under his tight tee shirt as you ran them up and down his toned torso. Jungkook let out a sigh as you continued to kiss down his neck sucking lightly as you went.

But something was wrong.

Jungkook wasn't doing anything. At all.

His hands remained on your hips holding you steady. No moans or sighs were leaving his mouth instead his eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed as if he was trying to remember something.

You pulled back and he opened his eyes.

“Jungkook? You okay?” You asked scooting back on his lap and staring into his eyes.

“Yeah, I just. Fuck Y/N I'm so sorry. I'm still thinking about today and how I just can't get this dance right and how Hobi kept getting mad at me.” He said hanging his head.

Your heart ached for him. You knew Jungkook was too much in his head to enjoy himself. That he was having a hard time letting go of what happened today.

He was a perfectionist at heart and you knew he worked hard, they all did, which was why you agreed to this in the first place.

“Do you want to just hang out? We don't have to do anything if you don't want to.” You say softly cupping his face and running your thumbs along the apples of his cheeks.

He pushes his face into your shoulder as you stroke his hair.

“I want to. Fuck Y/N I want to so bad you're so fucking hot and I'm so pent up I just can't stop thinking about today. I'm so damn trustfrat- no frustrated.” He corrects which has a smile tugging at your lips.

You knew what Jungkook wanted. He wanted to be a little rough and finally have control. He was just having a hard time getting into that head space so you decided to help him.

“It's okay Jungkook. It's not your fault Hobi is pretty good at a lot of things. I mean he's a great dancer, he's really pretty, and he has nice fingers long and so delicate. I'd imagine he would be a good fuck too.” You say ticking off your fingers as you list all the things you imagine Hobi is good at.

You knew you were riling Jungkook up which would hopefully get him out of his head.

He stared at you, mouth parted as you smiled down at him, hands tangled in his hair as you slowly played with it.

“You think he's a good fuck?” Jungkook asks, his voice dangerously low which makes goosebumps break out on your arms and legs.

“I mean I wouldn't know, but I'd imagine he would be.” You tease as you stare down at him, seeing him get madder by the minute.

“You think he's a better fuck than me? Just like he's a better dancer than me?” He asks voice lower and tongue nibbling at his lip ring again.

You didn't want to hurt his feelings, you really didn't. You also didn't want to say the wrong thing so you simply shrugged.

Which set Jungkook off.

He pushed you off his lap in one swoop and spun you around to pin you to the bed.

You gasped when you felt his hands grab your arms roughly and shove them against your back, pushing your face into the mattress as his body caged yours, breath fanning over your cheeks as you squirmed under him.

“You're such a fucking brat you know. Do you think Hobi is a better fuck than me? A better dancer than me? I'll ruin you so when Hobi does get his chance with you it won't even compare.” Jungkook growled low in your ear as he pressed his warm body into yours.

You whimpered under him as he released one arm to grab at your chest and pull your body up so you were pressed flat against him.

His breath was ragged in your ear as he let go of your arms, keeping one hand pinned to your chest and the other hand playing with the hem of your big tee shirt.

His fingers slowly slipped under the shirt and you gasped when they made contact with your warm skin. His hands were calloused and cold as he traced an invisible line up your thigh. His fingers trailed up up up, thumb flicking over your hipbone which caused you to jolt against him.

“Jungkook. Please.” You said barely above a whisper as you felt your core throb with a need so severe you almost cried out.

“Please what?” He asks darkly as his hand finds its way up your stomach and to the underside of your breast. He softly groans when his thumb flicks over the sensitive nipple and you moan out still caged against his body.

“Please touch me.” You plea feeling his hard cock press against your back. You try to shift your hips back to grind against him but he pushes out his knee stopping you from getting any closer.

“I am touching you.” He teases as his hand comes to squeeze at your breast and his lips descend upon your neck as he starts to kiss and bite at the skin.

Sweet moans leave your lips as Jungkook works both your breasts in his hand. Alternating between left and right, keeping you pinned against him with his other hand pressed firmly against your collarbone as you whine and cry out.

“Mm, you sound so sweet.” He coos as he releases his hold on you and flips you around so you are facing him, you shrink under his dark gaze as he puts a hand on your shoulder and forces you to the ground.

The second your knees hit the floor he is already tugging your hair back and you know what he wants.

Even in the low light of your bedroom lamp, you can see the hard strain of his cock in his jeans and your hands come up to fumble with the button and zipper.

You are quick to get them undone and pull his pants and boxers down. His hard cock spring free and slaps against his stomach. It's long and veiny and the head is stained a pretty red color that has your mouth watering and your core throbbing.

“Your going to suck my cock like a good girl got it. Then I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name.” He promises as your tongue darts out and you lick at the precum which is oozing out of the head of his cock.

“And no hands. You're going to use your mouth only and suck me off.” He says which has your hands staying pinned at the side of your body as you suck his cock head into your mouth.

He lets out a loud groan above you as you suck him. Hallowing out your cheeks, you flick your wet tongue over the head making his legs slightly shake. His precum is salty in your mouth and you widen your jaw more as you take him down inch by inch.

His hands are tightening in your hair and you feel tears pool in your eyes as your nose finally hits his trimmed pubes.

Jungkook is moaning above you and you gag on his cock, trying to relax your throat as much as you can as you swallow around him.

“Shit” He cries above you as you stay right where you are. Breathing deep through your nose and fighting every instinct in your body that's telling you to pull off and get some air.

His hands tighten in your hair and he forcefully pulls you off his cock.

You gag as it slips out of your mouth and you look up at him.

His cock is wet with your saliva and hanging right in front of your face. You move towards it to suck him off again but he pulls you back by your hair forcefully, just that action alone has your scalp stinging and your pussy throbbing.

“You're too good at that.” He admits as he helps you to your feet and you grimace slightly when you can feel the amount of wetness that was pooling between your legs. You were surprised you didn't leak through your shorts.

“Take off your clothes. Now.” He demands as you scramble to pull your shirt over your head and your shorts down at the same time.

Your body was thrumming with need as you stood fully naked in front of him.

“Still think Hobi would be a better fuck than me?” He asks with a tilt of his eyebrow, challenging you to say the wrong thing.

You shiver.

“Still not sure about Hobi. Taehyung however…” You said with a smile as Jungkook frowned and grabbed at your wrists again. You smirked when he threw you down on the bed and crawled up to meet you. His body between your legs his eyes dark and locked on yours.

You felt caged and trapped but in the best way.

This man was about to wreck you

and you couldn't wait.

“What am I going to do with you? I tried to shut you up with my cock down your throat and that didn't seem to work out too well because you're still acting like a fucking brat.” He says as he places both his hands against either side of your head caging you in and pressing his naked body against yours.

His cock curves up against your stomach and you moan.

“Maybe you should finally fuck me. Or do I have to wait for Hobi-Hyung?” You taunt shifting your hips and trying to get his cock head closer to your leaking core.

“Nah I'm gonna tease you and edge you until you beg to be fucked by my cock and my cock only. Then I'm going to fuck you so hard it will ruin anyone else fucking you for the rest of your life. Got it?” He asks.

Swiftly he moves down the bed and to the floor as he throws your legs over his shoulders. You gasp when he wastes no time and plunges his tongue into your wet core.

Your whole body arches off the bed as he smacks a tattooed hand down on your hips to stop you from thrashing under him as he licks and sucks at your pussy.

Your hands are gripping the sheets as you force yourself to keep your eyes open as you stare at his mop of black hair in between your legs. His tongue licks at your folds in a way that has your legs shaking and you can feel your body start to spasm at his movements.

Your orgasm approaches fast and you are a whining squirming mess as you try desperately to push your core closer to his mouth, to get him deeper, to get him to dull the ache that has been between your legs since he walked through the front door.

“Jungkook pl-please.” You whine above him feeling your orgasm approaching quickly. You want to cry when he pulls away and stares at you darkly. His tongue darted out to lick at your wetness coating his lips.

“Fuck!” You yell out frustrated as you sit up to look at him. He looks so smug, so happy with himself.

He presses soft kisses to your legs as he lets you come down from your almost orgasm. Your body is still throbbing and you squeeze your eyes tight as you let out several deep breaths.

Just when you feel your heart rate start to slow Jungkook plunges a finger in your pussy without warning, causing you to jolt and sit up to stare at him, eyes wide when he adds another finger and starts to pump them in and out of your body slowly.

You grip the sheets once more as you moan out his name. You grind your hips down to meet his thrusts and you are glad to see this time he isn't stopping you, instead letting you fuck yourself on his fingers which is hot as hell and has your stomach twisting.

When he curls his fingers against your front wall you moan out and arch into his touch. You are close again and feel your body tensing and shaking.

“Jungkook! Fuck. Please.” You beg out as the start of your orgasm begins to show itself but Jungkook is too quick and he withdraws his fingers which has you groaning and complaining above him.

“You gonna stop acting like a brat?” He asks as he sticks his fingers in his mouth and licks them clean.

Your pussy throbs at the sight.

You want to push him a little more.

Poke the bear one more time.

You could tell he was holding back slightly.

You wanted him to take full control.

So you opened your mouth and said the words he most definitely didn't want to hear.

“I bet Hobi would have fucked me by now.”

Jungkook's eyes widened at your disobedience and he stood up off the floor and climbed on the bed.

He was quiet, too quiet as he stared down at you.

“You really don't know when to shut the fuck up do you?” He asked voice dangerously low as he stared you down.

“On your knees face the headboard I won't be asking twice.” He demanded as you scrambled to do what he said.

You felt him get off the bed and reach for something in his jeans. You turned your head to see him grabbing a condom and when he climbed back on the bed he sent a hard smack to your ass which had a surprised gasp leave your mouth.

“Didn't say you could turn around did I?” He asked as you shook your head.

He rolled the condom on and teased his hard cock head against your slit.

You tried your best to stay still but your core was aching to be filled so you tried to subtly shift your hips back, which didn't go unnoticed by Jungkook.

“You want my cock so bad? Fine.” He growled as he plunged into you with one deep long thrust which had you burying your face in your pillow and crying out at the stretch of his cock against your soaked walls.

Your body arched off the bed as Jungkook gave you merely seconds to adjust to his length as he began to pound into you.

His hands were rough against your hips as he held you steady and used you as his own personal fuck toy. You were whining and begging as he fucked you hard and fast, the sounds from your mouth and skin slapping were making you dizzy with arousal.

“Fuck you're so tight and wet.” Jungkook grits out as he grabs your hips harder and slams into you with such force you have to hold yourself steady so you don't go through the headboard.

You are strung too tight, Jungkook's earlier teasing has you closer than you thought you would be and when he hits a spot deep inside of your body you cry out completely breaking down.

“Jungkook please-fuck-fuck-please.” You beg and plead as the coil of pleasure gets tighter and tighter and you feel yourself start to lose control.

“Nu-uh you can't cum until I say so.” He demands as he slaps your ass once more and slows his thrusts.

The whole thing is maddening and you are a mess under him as your arms collapse and your face pushes into your pillow.

Tears are streaming down your face as he keeps his thrusts slow and shallow.

You just want to cum

Every cell in your body feels on fire and you feel like you will completely unravel in minutes.

“Please Jungkook Fuck please make me cum. Please” You cry out as he traces small circles on your hips and kisses your back.

“Now that depends. Do you think you've been a good girl? Do you think you deserve to cum after what you said to me?” He asks, hands gripping your hips and forcing you to get back up on all fours.

“Please Jungkook. I'll be good. Please fuck me. Please.” You cry out not even aware of half of the words coming out of your mouth as his thrusts start to very slowly pick up the pace.

“Then say it. Say, I'm the best fuck you've had.” He says darkly giving your ass another smack and massaging the tender skin.

Your brain is foggy, your arms are shaking and you are pretty sure you'll die if you don't cum soon. Your walls flutter weakly around his cock as he is giving you just enough to keep you horny but not enough to make you cum.

“Jungkook you are the best fuck I've ever had-shit!” You cry out when he grips your hips and slams back into you.

Your body is shaking as you thrust back on his cock desperate to get to the peak and finally orgasm.

“Fuck your body is made for me. Say it!” He cries out as his thrusts become erratic and you know he is just as close as you are.

“My body is yours! Jungkook! Only yours! Fuck- c-close so close.” You warn him as he smacks your ass one more time and that sets you over the edge.

You cry out his name, half sob half scream as you finally cum. You are a spasming mess as you ride out your own high, you hear him curse above you and he pushes his body into yours as he kisses your shoulder blade and cums hard into the condom.

You finally collapse as your arms give way and your face pushes into the pillow as you cry out in relief.

Jungkook is still inside you but also collapses on top of you as you both breathe heavily and try to come back down.

After a couple of minutes, he slides his softening cock out of you and you whine at the soreness between your legs and your ass as you flip over to face him.

You watch his retreating back as he throws the condom out and heads through your apartment to the bathroom.

You take several deep breaths and stare at the ceiling trying to process what the hell just happened when he returns with a warm towel and a shy smile.

“I figured we could get you kind of cleaned up while I run you a bath.” He admits as he hands you the towel and reaches for his discarded clothes on the floor.

“No no bath tonight I'm so tired and it's… shit.” You finally look over at the clock to see it is almost two in the morning.

You were surprised no one came knocking on the door voicing a noise complaint.

Jungkook's gaze followed yours and he cursed under his breath, face breaking out in a smile as he carded his hands through his slightly sweaty and definitely messy dark hair.

“What time do you work?” He asks softly as you finish cleaning yourself up and throw the towel in the direction of your laundry basket.

That would be a tomorrow problem.

Well, I guess a today problem.

“Um, I have to be up in about four-ish hours.” You say with a soft laugh as you reach for your big tee shirt on the floor.

“How about this? Instead of a bath and dinner, I order you coffee and send it to your workplace. Is that okay? I feel bad for keeping you up so late.” He says as you nod and he smiles.

“That would be great Jungkook. Also, I want to apologize. I wanted to get you out of your head and rile you up to help you feel comfortable with taking control. I didn't mean anything I said. Honest.” You admit as he shoots you the softest and sweetest smile.

“I know that. And I want to thank you for helping. Really I feel… Well fuck I feel amazing honestly.” He says with a laugh as he gets up from the bed and you follow him to the front door.

“Coffee tomorrow…well, I guess later today I promise.” He says with a wink as you open the door for him and he collects his things.

“Sounds like a plan.” You say as he stops and stares at you.

“You're staring Kook.” You tease him as he blushes and bites his lip.

“I know I just… Can I text you again… sometime? Like can we do this again?” He asks looking nervous.

Your heart melts a little bit. You just can't help it.

“Of course Jungkook. Anytime.” You say with a smile as he winks at you and leaves you with a silly grin on your face and a soreness between your legs.

And when the coffee came the next day around ten in the morning from a very expensive coffee shop you'd never dream of ordering from you couldn't help but grin when you saw a little note taped to it with a winky face.

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zanarkandskylines · 20 days

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unbreakable bonds ꒰ no quirks au | childhood friends | friends to lovers ꒱ ⇢ a collective of family bonding and little moments between you and katsuki.

『♡』 k.bakugo x fem!reader ꒰ tags & content ꒱ emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, happiness all around ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — just wanted to write something sickly sweet and it’s been sitting in my drafts forever. reader has a little sister that helps bond the two of you together over the years. cross posted to ao3 | word count; ~3kish? -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

You were too young - a little over three - to understand the day your mom brought home your little sister. You'd been secretly asking the universe for a sibling, someone to share everything with. Ask and you shall receive! But, you never knew just how much she would shape your life into what it is today.

The Kingdom - Elementary School

Fourth grade is when you and Katsuki started to play after school together on a daily basis. Him and Izuku would come by and grab snacks from your mom while you went back to the park around the corner, playing pirates and super heroes with the other neighborhood kids. Every so often, your mom would ask for you to bring your sister along. You never minded, even though she was your baby sister in first grade. The boys would pick on her - lovingly, of course - to make her feel included with the rest of the pack. She loved being around you, cooing and giggling away as she'd hold your hand and squeal with delight.

One day at the park, she'd declared herself to be queen of the castle as she stood on the slide, proudly puffing out her chest with her hands on her hips.

"I am the queen, and what I say goes!" she pointed to you and Katsuki. "Sissy will be the princess and you will be our royal guard, Katsu!"

You chuckle. "Isn't the older sister supposed to be queen?"

She does her best impression of a royal laugh, projecting her voice theatrically. "Not in my land! It's my kingdom and if you don't like it, I'll send you to the brig!"

"You're confusin' pirates 'n princesses again,” Katsuki taunts playfully.

She stomps her foot on the slide. “Silence in my kingdom! Izu will be my knight!”

Katsuki pouts. “Hey! Why don’t I get to be the knight?!’

“Cause I say so! You’re the royal guard cause you’re tough. Izu is the knight because he’s brave!”

You can’t help but let out a loud ‘hah!’ at her comment. Your sister never failed to push Katsuki in the cutest ways - he probably was thankful to be an only child whenever you guys would go home for the day.

Katsuki huffs at her declaration, taking the challenge with stride. “Fine! I’ll show you who’s tough and be the best dang guard in the whole world.”

“Do I get a cool set of armor, queen?” Izuku asks, bouncing up and down at the bottom of the slide.

“Of course! Only the best armor and ponies for my royal kingdom.”

She sits and pushes herself down the metal slide, rocketing off the edge past Izuku and barreling toward Katsuki. She trucks into him at full force - but, being small, that force isn’t much for him to withstand.

“What the heck was that for?!” he yells while catching her before she hits the wood chips.

“A test of your toughness, Katsu! And you passed! You’re deserving of a spot in my kingdom,” she giggles, mashing his cheeks together with her tiny palms. He protests her closeness and tries to fight her off, setting her feet back on the ground while she’s wiggling in his hold. Watching the two of them act like siblings themselves always made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside, knowing your two closest friends also adored your sister as much as you did.

You meander over to grab her from him. “Alright, I think you made your point, queen. Your guard and knight have other duties to get to.”

She waves goodbye to the boys over her shoulder as the two of you stroll home for dinner. She gleefully remarks how cool they are and that she can’t wait to marry them someday.

You can’t help but giggle at the thought. “Both of them? Wow, all to yourself, huh?”

She pouts and whips her head upward. “No, sissy! We both get one!”

”Oh yeah? Because you’re the queen of the kingdom, you get to pick?”

“That’s right! They’ll have to fight to see who gets to pick you!”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head at the thought. You’re only ten years old, the thought of boys fighting over you was hilarious.

”Promise not to tell Izu, but I think Katsu would win that fight,” she whispers, tugging on your hand to get you to lean over closer to her face. “He’s taller and faster!”

The thought of marrying Katsuki flashes in your mind - you have zero clue what that even looks like, but you imagine him bringing you flowers on the playground or giving you a bite of his ice cream. A blush creeps over your cheeks and nose at the thought. Your sister catches your reaction and gasps dramatically.

“You like Katsu?!” she exclaims.

You shush her. “No! Don’t go yelling that!”

That’s a big fat lie. You liked him a lot, he was your favorite person, but you’re kids.

It’s just a harmless crush.

───

An Enchanted Afternoon - Elementary School

A week later, the four of you returned to the playground after school. Snacks from your pantry in hand, the bunch of you sit on the swing set to eat. Your sister seemed extremely eager today, more so than usual. Once you all finished eating, she demanded your attention.

"Gather 'round! Your queen summons you," she declares, arms raised above her head. You and the boys huddle around her.

"Katsu, go fetch flowers!" she orders as she points to a nearby patch of grass. "Zuzu, clear out the sandbox of any villagers."

There wasn't anyone else here today, so that job was easily done. Izuku doesn't say anything and smiles as he heads over to the sandbox as ordered. Katsuki is confused, nose scrunched and arms crossed.

"Why do I need to get flowers?" he asks, tapping his foot in the wood chips.

"Do you dare defy your queen?!" she shouts, grinning wickedly. He obliges, sauntering over to the grass to find a few spare daisies.

"What's all this for?" you ask, genuinely curious to her plans. She doesn’t answer you as she grabs you by the wrist, dragging you over to the sandbox.

A few minutes later, Katsuki comes back with a handful of daisies, picked and pruned clean of any dirt and weeds. Izuku stands on the edge of the sandbox patiently.

”Perfect! Katsu, Sissy, please approach your queen.”

You play along and stand in front of her with Katsuki. It’s amusing how small she is in comparison to the two of you, easily shadowing over her figure.

“With my knight as witness, I give the blessing to the princess and royal guard to be married forever!” she exclaims, waving her hands around to mimic casting a magic spell.

You're pretty sure she got that line from a princess movie, but that doesn't make the sentiment any less adorable. You begin to chuckle to yourself, smiling ear to ear before turning toward Katsuki. You're expecting him to be disgusted, repulsed by something so sickly sweet, but are shocked to see him standing with the flowers outstretched in your direction. He's biting his bottom lip and avoiding eye contact by staring directly at your feet.

"H-here," he whispers meekly, pushing the flowers into your hands. You've never seen him so shy before - that's usually Izuku's demeanor. His unexpected affection makes your little heart flutter in your chest.

"Thank you 'Suki," is all you can muster up the courage to say, your mind running blank on the right thing to say. It's just an imaginary scenario...It's not real, not like you're actually marrying him. Katsuki exhales, turning his back to you to hide his strawberry colored cheeks.

"Now you're together forever!" you sister raves, dancing on her tip toes with satisfaction.

Maybe that was the moment she bound you two together with some unknown magical force, or it was a mere coincidence. The sappy part of your young brain believed in fairytales and chose to believe she was weaving your golden string to him, binding you two for life.

───

Leftovers - Middle School

”Yo, brats! Come eat already so I can get the hell outta here,” Katsuki called from your doorway. He’d come by with leftovers from his mom for you and your sister, since your own mom was working later that day. The two of you were still…friends? You weren’t sure. Being in seventh grade and all, he started acting like you weren’t cool enough for him. He did the same to Izuku, starting to ditch the two of you for other kids in class to hang out with at lunch or walk home with. Did it hurt your feelings? Absolutely. But you didn’t own him, he was allowed to have other friends, even if it did suck to see him less outside of class.

“Coming!” you called back, skipping down the hallway with your sister in tow. She happily ran into the entryway, hugging Katsuki by the waist. She was taller now, but still much smaller than him as a fourth grader.

“Hiya Katsu!” she gleamed up at him, rubbing her face against his uniform jacket.

He grunted, uncomfortable with her sudden affection and poking her in the forehead to release her grip. “Let go, squirt!”

He turned his attention to you as your sister finally let go of him. “Here, take these. I gotta get to practice.”

”Thank you! Tell your mom we said hi.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

You hand the containers to your sister as she wanders off to the table. Before Katsuki opens the door, you tap him on the shoulder.

“Hey, are you alright?”

He scoffs at your question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just seem distant lately. Wanna come by sometime for a movie marathon?” you ask, tilting your head and giving him a warm smile.

“We’re not kids anymore. Got better stuff to do.”

Ouch, that stung. Your smile fades away as you reply. “Well…I know. I just miss hanging out with you.”

“You have Deku an’ that other group of bitches you hang out with, ya don’t need me.” His harsh comment has notes of jealousy intertwined in his words. He goes to put his hand on the door again before you take a step forward to stop him.

“Kat, they’re not a replacement for you. You’ve got your own friends now, too since you’re on the soccer team. You’re saying we can’t hang out 'cause we have different friends?”

He glares at you before pushing past you and pulling on the front door.

“Hey!” your sister shouts from the dining area. “Katsu, that’s not nice. My royal guard doesn't act like that!” She’s always thought of Katsuki as a guard since your elementary school playground days.

“Cut the shit! We’re not kids anymore!” Katsuki rebuttals with a growl of frustration.

He makes eye contact with you. “We’ve grown apart, end of fuckin’ story. Get over it.”

He slams your front door closed and leaves you standing in the entryway, your eyes stinging from the urge to cry. You feel a small gust of wind rush by as your sister is sprinting to the door, throwing it open and running outside without shoes on.

“Hey!” She calls after Katsuki. “Get your butt back here, Katsu!”

He turns on his heel. “Hah?!”

She stomps on the ground, fists balled at her sides. “Apologize to her!”

Katsuki cackles, a little too manically. “For what, brat?”

“You’re being a mean jerk to her! She doesn’t deserve to be yelled at like that. Friends are friends forever, idiot!” she yells, her cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched together.

You can’t help but stifle a laugh at her calling Katsuki an idiot and turn your head to hide your amusement.

”That’s not who you are, Katsu. That’s not how you treat your princess!”

He pinches the bridge of his nose and screws his eyes shut in annoyance, exhaling dramatically. He locks his gaze on you, storming back up to the doorway. He roughly ruffles your sister’s hair as he passes by her as a pseudo apology. Katsuki sucks the air through his teeth and shoves his fists in his pockets as he stops in front of you.

“Look, ‘m sorry for yellin’, okay?” he sighs, kicking a foot against the pavement. “I'll come over Saturday, we’ll have that movie day ya wanted.”

"You don't need to if you feel forced to hang out with me." Your eyes shift to your feet to avoid looking at his reaction.

" 's fine. I'll be here at noon, don't pick anything lame."

With that, he turns to leave for a second time in silence. You watch him disappear around the corner and can't help but feel like a burden for asking him to make time for you. As if reading your mind, your sister shakes you out of the negative train of thought while walking back to the house.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just being a dumb boy. That’s what my teacher says when boys are mean for no reason.” She grins a toothy smile up at you and grabs your hand. “Come on! Foods getting cold!”

Katsuki rounded the corner and waited to be out of sight before palming his face in anger. He had no idea why he said those things to you. None of it was true, especially that you’d grown apart. If anything, he was jealous of your friends and missed seeing you all the time. But he couldn’t bring himself to say so, like always. Ever since middle school started, he’d harbored some unknown rage inside of him that lashed out every chance it could. He hated it and didn’t know what to do to stop it - hence trying out for the soccer team, looking for an outlet for the pent up emotions in his body.

Katsuki secretly hoped you wouldn’t end up despising him for it. Even after all this time, he still thinks of you whenever he sees a patch of daisies.

Maybe one day he’d be brave enough to tell you about it.

───

Running Late - High School

The front door to your home opens as Katsuki slips inside, kicking his loafers off by the door. Your younger sister peaks over the kitchen counter while spreading jam over her toast and nods in his direction.

"Hey Katsu, pretty sure she's still asleep upstairs," she calls, rolling her eyes. "I tried to get her up three times, maybe you'll have better luck."

It was hard to believe that she was already in her freshmen year of high school - shit, it’s crazy that you and Katsuki were seniors. The age of playground days and summer adventures went by in the blink of an eye.

He makes his way to the kitchen island, leaning over to ruffle your sister’s hair - some things never change.

"Thanks, bean. I'll get her ass movin’."

“Stooop! You’ll mess up my hair!” She whines as she pulls away, fixing a few stray pieces of her fluffy mane.

“Ya look fine, don’t sweat it,” he compliments while heading for the staircase. He makes his way to your bedroom on the second floor. The door is surprisingly cracked open - he taps on the doorframe to grab your attention.

“Come in,” you call, lying on your bed facing the wall above the covers while scrolling on your phone. You presume it’s your sister until a soft kiss is planted on your cheek.

“Mornin’ sweets,” Katsuki whispers, rubbing your shoulder to turn you to face him. He sits on the edge of your bed beside you. “You wanna be late for our last first day of high school?”

You shift to sit up and drop your phone to your bed, reaching to cradle his face in your hands.

“No, I just wanted to steal a few kisses first,” you mumble as your lips quietly meet his. Katsuki places one hand on your cheek while the other lightly grazes your back. After a few moments, the two of you part with a soft smack. You stand and straighten up your uniform skirt, flattening a few of the panels to work out any stray creases.

“Do I look okay?” You ask, spinning around for Katsuki and showing off your uniform. Your hair was pulled into a pretty ponytail with a few pieces framing your face. The only make up you had on was some lip gloss - you valued sleeping in over doing a minimalist makeup look today.

“Y’always look good,” he sighs, standing to his feet. “Let’s get movin’ before bean suspects somethin’.”

You hadn’t told your sister about your relationship with Katsuki. Sure, you guys had been friends since you were children and he’s always around…how would she know the difference?

The two of you patter down the hallway and skip down the stairs to the kitchen. Your sister is waiting for the two of you, arms crossed and tapping one foot impatiently.

“Finally! Get your damn shoes on,” she orders while pushing you toward the door. She does a double take at Katsuki while you’re putting on your shoes, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Katsu…are you wearing lipgloss?”

Oops.

Katsuki’s searching for something to say as his face glows scarlet. He puts a hand on the back of his neck and turns away, grumbling while attempting to hide his embarrassment.

“Oh come on, you two. I knew you guys started dating months ago. You think I didn’t notice?”

You spin around to face her, cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched. “You never said anything?!”

She laughs, walking up to Katsuki and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“If you ever hurt her, Katsuki, I’ll knock your lights out. I know where you sleep,” she threatens, grinning mischievously. Katsuki pulls her into a headlock, ruffling her hair a second time.

“Deal, but I plan on stayin’ alive.” He lets her go, chuckling as he smooths out the pieces of hair he messed with.

Seeing the two of them get along never fails to make your heart swell with joy. Katsuki has always treated her like his own sister - one that he could easily give back at the end of every day, anyways.

She turns with a huff with her hands in the air.

“You both have my blessing, you should know that. I didn’t marry you two in a sandbox for nothing!”

───

Today Was A Fairytale - Current Day

“It’s an honor to be doing this for a second time. You’re in luck, my vocabulary has grown exponentially since our sandbox days.”

There’s a wave of laughter through the crowd at your sister’s lighthearted joke. You can’t help but smile as Katsuki’s fingers dance across the back of your hand to regather your attention.

God, he looks so damn handsome in that tux. His usual wild hair is slicked back and tamed - an extremely rare sight. Carmine eyes stare back at you, full of devotion and excitement for this next chapter in your fairytale.

“By the power vested in me, and these people as my witness, I pronounce you two as king and queen of the kingdom!”

Friends and family alike cheer and whistle as you and Katsuki intertwine, kissing each other for the first time as husband and wife. He spins you around and dips you low, kissing the tip of your nose playfully.

“I love you,” he mouths, a silent profession of adoration - reserved just for you.

The two of you strut down the aisle to the dance floor in the reception hall, the DJ already queuing the first dance song. Katsuki gently tugs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him as he begins to sway side to side when the music begins to fill the room. You rest your head against his chest and get lost in the moment.

Right now, the world belongs to the two of you. Every worry, struggle, and hardship is stripped away from your lives to give you the peace you deserve.

There’s one thought that lingers in your mind as you catch a glimpse of your teary-eyed sister watching you from the corner of the dance floor, latched onto Izuku’s arm for support.

She tied that golden string with an unbreakable knot.

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Beefcake Raccoon

group : ateez

pairing : yeosang × reader (ft. boyfriend!jongho)

genre : smut

wc : 6.5 k

tw : mdni, explicit smut, unprotected sex, consensual sex, slight m × m (ofc between jongsang), fingering, cum tasting, dirty talk, cowgirl, creampie, mentions and description of jongho's junk, idk what else to tag here ngl

a/n : pt. 1 of an impulsive mini series with @bro-atz and @skteezcursed. pt. 2 and 3 will be added here once they drop! and yes, i call yeosang beefcake raccoon. how can i nawt when he looks like this ??? and yea i kinda went overboard with this because i had planned on writing 2.5-3k but here we are

a/a/n : it's 12.38 am and i'm sleepy and still sick as fuck and i had the sudden raging NEED to purchase all of the aniteez keyring. which i might do. idk if this is my manic episode making a comeback or me having impulse control issue

buy me coffee ?

beefcake raccoon | concrete bear | manwich

Yeosang isn't really one to butt into other people's business, not even when certain things affect him personally.

For example, he never really voiced out how much he didn't like the way Hongjoong would come into his room, steal his supplements, and just leave things a mess. Mind you, he has no problem with letting the older guy take a couple pills or tablets from what could only be described as a collector's mountain. Heck, he's a firm believer in sharing whatever they own especially with people Yeosang already thought of as family. He just didn't like the way Hongjoong tended to leave some of the bottles not properly screwed. He hates seeing things not properly screwed. So he would just take a breath and clean up after the captain.

Another example is when a tornado came barrelling in. And no, it's not a real tornado which would have probably been better. Yeosang didn't voice out his complaints when his best friend of almost a decade suddenly came by the dorm he shared with Yunho only to kick him out. "Yunho and I are in this small gaming tournament and we need to beat this son of a bitch," Wooyoung said as he set up his gaming stuff on the dining table with Yunho who stopped momentarily and furrowed his eyebrows at this frantic friend, "You do know punchpunch483 is 12 years old, right?" which resulted in Wooyoung glaring at him, "A punk is a punk no matter the age, I will not stand the disrespect that's why he and his guild are going down so deep in the ground he can say hi to his grandpa." At that point, Yeosang simply clocked out of the conversation, dejectedly resigning to the fact that he wasn't going to be able to just watch his show in his bed and fall asleep to it.

There were some conflicts in Yeosang's brain, however. One good thing about the dorm Wooyoung shared was the fact that he lives with a workaholic nomad and an introverted busybody. One bad thing about the dorm Wooyoung shared was the fact that said dorm is often occupied by a girl Yeosang has a crush on and that girl is dating one of his other best friends.

Yeosang considers Jongho to be one of the luckiest men to be alive to be dating you. You, who in his mind is the most adorable sweetheart of a human being to have ever lived. It wasn't like you were the most polite person what with the names you can throw towards people you dislike and mutter towards rude strangers and the screeching laugh you sometimes let out when someone told you a stupid joke. Everything about you seemed so charming in Yeosang's eyes even when you were being touchy with the friend he was oh so jealous of. Sometimes Yeosang wonders, in his existential crisis-ridden thoughts at 3 am, the chances of the two of you being in the same lifetime. He wouldn't say that he was in love with you, but he wouldn't deny that he would often daydream about what it would be like to be with you, to be the one kissing you and to be the one getting back hugs from you. Well, he wouldn't deny it to himself.

So another good thing about Wooyoung's dorm is probably the fact that he could see and interact with you. But one other bad thing is the fact that sometimes he felt like Jongho knew how he thinks about you and that unnerves him. So he tends to avoid moments where you and Jongho are together because he can never seem to control the longing expression on his face and Jongho would always send him a knowing look and he knew one day he would just crack like an egg under hydraulic pressure.

It seemed like his resolve wasn't faring any better because when he first came by the dorm, he saw you on top of Jongho's lap on the couch, kissing him all over his face and whining. He knew he should at least expect to be met with you and Jongho being all over each other, but maybe not to this extent. The sound of him coming in didn't seem to deter either of you from your... Activities.

Whatever dirty thoughts passed Yeosang's head were almost immediately pushed away however when he saw Jongho pushing you away from him gently and sighing, "I told you I can't do this tonight," he said which earned him a scoff from you, "You've been saying that for the past four days, Jongho and frankly I'm starting to can't do it anymore," you said before pushing yourself off of your boyfriend completely. "That is not even grammatical," Jongho chuckled and you only flipped him off before turning to retire to Jongho's room only to pause when you saw Yeosang.

Yeosang's heart skipped a beat when he saw your frown turn into a bright smile, squealing and hugging him tightly. "Raccoon!" You called out happily. Yeosang never knew why, but you had seemed to start calling him 'beefcake raccoon'. Well, you did explain that it was because he was, in your own words, 'beefy' and his hair for his latest comeback made him look like a raccoon so in a sense, your logic did make sense. What doesn't seem to make sense is how you only call him and your boyfriend with adorable yet odd animal names. To you, Jongho was your concrete bear and Yeosang was your beefcake raccoon which pissed Wooyoung and San off but maybe that's because San is a jealous cat and Wooyoung wanted to be called foxy mama and you scolded them for being so relentless.

Despite his nerves, Yeosang grinned and hugged you back gently, not being able to stop himself from inhaling the scent of your shampoo and enjoying your warmth against his body. "Hi (y/n), is something wrong?" Yeosang asked as you both pulled away. At the mention of something wrong, your frown returned and you snapped your head to glare at your boyfriend who was still just sitting there, smiling innocently as if he hadn't denied you sex for four days straight. "Oh something is very wrong but it's with your buddy Choi Jongho over there. I'm starting to think he's no longer turned on by me or by any vagina-owning creature on earth," you hissed. "Okay you can't say things like that because some animals also own vaginas and I'm not into bestiality," Jongho scolded. At that moment, Yeosang thought he should just go to Wooyoung's room because he felt like he was being dragged into people's business and as fun as it is talking about kinks that could possibly lead him to know yours, he was not about to delve into this particular discussion. Luckily, you threw your arms up in the air and turned to him again, "Seriously Yeosang, if you were Jongho, would you choose vocal recording over sex?" Yeosang's eyes widened and he almost blurted out that he would never choose anything over you but thankfully Jongho beat him into answering you, "I'm telling you, Hongjoong hyung has been riding my ass with this new demo and you know how he is when inspiration struck," Jongho tried to reason. With a roll of your eyes you walked away to Jongho's room but not before yelling out, "Well, at least something's riding you, you cocky bastard!"

Jongho seemed unbothered, chuckling by himself as he watched your figure retreat. "You're not following her?" Yeosang asked, looking back and forth between the couple. Jongho simply shook his head, "Nah, she needs time to just... Cool off and I need to resist the temptation because Hongjoong hyung will be pissed if I come into the studio tired and hoarse," Yeosang nodded in understanding because he does understand what Jongho meant, having been on the receiving end of Hongjoong's wrath in the past for being, in Hongjoong's words, unprofessional, unprepared, and unremarkably disrespectful to people's time. But still, Yeosang felt bad for you and he didn't like seeing you pissed like that which was shown by the way he stared in the direction you went to for quite some time before he excused himself to rest in Woyooung's room, missing the way Jongho was staring at him knowingly with a smug smirk on his face.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Yeosang thought that his involvement in your relationship with Jongho would end that night but when he woke up at 7 am the next day, he was met with the sight of Jongho's door open and as he passed the room, he saw Jongho tucking you in and stroking your hair and taking particular focus in the way his friend's shoulder drop when he sighed in disappointment.

Feeling like Jongho could use a moment, Yeosang just quietly tiptoed to the kitchen and helped himself to Wooyoung's stash of good coffee and started brewing.

Soon enough, Jongho showed up and sat down on the stool of the kitchen counter while opening his phone to check his text message, waiting for the manager to inform him that the car had arrived. Wordlessly, Yeosang poured himself and also Jongho a cup of coffee each. Jongho quietly thanked his older friend before sipping his cup in a slightly slumped position.

"Are you okay?" Yeosang asked, sensing something. Jongho sighed and nodded, "I feel bad for (y/n) for denying her sex and it's not like I don't want to, but I'm just not in the position to considering the state I would be in would not be conducive for recording and I really don't want to deal with Hongjoong hyung getting pissy at me," he sighed. Not knowing what else to say, Yeosand decided that he should at least be polite in this situation, "That's rough man, anything I can do?"

That particular question seemed to have turn a switch in Jongho's head because one moment he had a mopey look on his face, and the next, it was pure intrigue.

"You know what, hyung, I think there is something you can do," he said, finishing his coffee and straightening up. Sensing Jongho's resolve genuinely changing, Yeosang raised an eyebrow, "Okay? What can I do?" "Do you think you can accompany (y/n) and make sure she has all her needs met?" Jongho asked. The prospect of spending the day with you made Yeosang's eyes blink faster and heart beat harder. "S-sure, I guess. I have no schedules today so I can take her to wherever she wants," he ensured, clearing his throat when he felt like his tone showcased how excited he was even if it was only sightly. Jongho raised his eyebrows and smirked, realizing that Yeosang hadn't caught his drift, "You'll take her wherever she wants? What about taking her... However she wants?" Still not getting it, Yeosang nodded slowly, "Yes? I'll... Do whatever it is you want me to do to help your girlfriend feel better?"

Jongho couldn't believe how adorably innocent Yeosang was being. Knowing him for years, Jongho realized how some things could easily go over Yeosang's head by no fault of his own. He was just never introduced to the more scandalous side of life and it wasn't like he sought out information either.

Yeosang stared at Jongho in confusion as the younger chuckled and stood up, "Yes, that's... Correct in a sense I guess," Jongho then rounded the kitchen counter to stand in front of Yeosang. Jongho's phone buzzed and he momentarily checked the message he received before shoving his phone into his pocket, "But just to make sure both you and (y/n) get my point," All of a sudden, Jongho pulled Yeosang by his shirt and planted his lips on the older guy. Yeosang's eyes widened and his hands gripped the counter to regain control of his body because the impact from Jongho's sudden attack suddenly sent him reeling.

Initially, Yesoang was sent into a panicked and confused state because what the hell was Jongho doing? Why was he kissing him? What if you woke up and saw your boyfriend and one of his best friends kissing?

Correction, making out.

Somehow Jongho had managed to slip his tongue into Yeosang's mouth and at first, Yeosang wanted to protest and push him away. Heck, he had already gotten a hand on Jongho's shoulder but for some reason, he melted slightly into Jongho and as fucked up as it is, his mind drifted to thoughts that he knew he shouldn't be having. Those thoughts were mainly in the area of 'this is the tongue that had caressed and tasted (y/n)' and it got him hard faster than he cared to admit. The thought of you helped relax Yeosang slightly and before he realized it, he was kissing Jongho back with the same fervor which made Jongho unknowingly smirk, pleased that Yeosang was responding to him.

It wasn't until Jongho felt his phone buzzed again that he pulled away, realizing that he had to go. He couldn't even hide the satisfied look on his face when he saw how flushed Yeosang was after their little makeout session. For sure, you were going to like things just as much as he did should things go according to his plan. "Please give that to (y/n)," Jongho said all too simply as he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Still blear-eyed and slightly confused, Yeosang was trying hard to make his brain work. "W-what?" he managed out after he felt air filling back into his lungs. "Give that kiss to (y/n), the exact same way, please?" Jongho grinned, a little bit too happily.

Even with Jongho repeating himself, Yeosang was still trying to make sure of things, putting 2 and 2 was for him especially since he was practically mauled by Jongho. Seeing the state his friend was in, Jongho exhaled sharply and stood closer to Yeosang, "I am giving you full permission to do ABSOLUTELY WHATEVER it is my girlfriend wants you to do to satisfy her, okay? Starting with that kiss. Carte blanche, sky's your limit!" he then placed a hand on Yeosang's right shoulder and tilted his head, "Capische?" Just to make things more sexually confusing for Yeosang, Jongho smiled at him, showing off the gums that cleverly hid his perverted agenda.

"I- I- Capische, I guess?" Yeosang answered, kind of getting what Jongho expected off of him but also still in disbelief. "Awesome! Thanks hyung, I owe you this, I'll pay you back when I think of something, okay?" he said before leaving his friend with a pat on the chest and an extra squeeze that made Yeosang's eyes bulge out (and almost made him let out a sound but in fear of sounding like a car being honked, Yeosang somehow managed to keep the sound in. Things happened so fast all at once and it made him slightly dizzy. It was only 7 am and so many things already happened. Part of him thought that he was imagining things and that maybe he was still asleep and dreaming but he didn't even know where to justify himself dreaming about kissing his friend.

"Hey Sangie, what are you doing up so early?"

Yeosang snapped his focus back to reality at the sound of your voice but the blush returned to his cheeks when he saw you oh so casually walking your adorable self out of your boyfriend's room and trudging to sit down on one of the stools, right where your boyfriend had just set which effectively set his mind drifting to what had just happened.

"H-hey (y/n), morning! What are you doing up at 7 am?" he asked with nerves thickly laced in his voice. You furrowed your eyebrows and checked the clock on your phone before showing him the screen, "Sangie, it's 8.24," you pointed out. Yeosang had stood alone in the kitchen, so deep in his thoughts that he hadn't even realized that an hour had passed and that time had kept on going while he was making out with your boyfriend in the kitchen. So he turned his back on you after saying a simple 'oh', making it seem like he wasn't flustered by pouring you a cup of coffee before setting it in front of you and heading towards the couch to enjoy his now cold coffee.

For a moment, both you and he were silent, neither of you was sharing anything and just enjoying the silence and calmness of the atmosphere. Even when you moved to the couch when Yeosang turned the TV on, neither of you was conversing over anything substantial.

Well, until you brought up your boyfriend.

"Did Jongho say anything before he left this morning?"'

It was almost comical how Yeosang snapped his head in your direction and blinked twice. "I'm not quite sure but I think he mentioned Cate Blanchett?" You furrowed your eyebrows at his answer, "The lady who played Thor's older sister?" "Yes?" "You sound unsure..." you pointed out, crossing your arms on your chest and turning to look at him fully, "Tell me what Jongho told you and I know he told you something," you pressed.

Now Yeosang found himself between a hard and awkward place. The hard place is between his legs and the awkward place is the position of having to tell you that your boyfriend had practically told him to service you, who is his secret crush, should you request for him to. So he kept stammering, trying to find a way to tell you what he needed to tell you while you stared at him, making him even more nervous than he already was.

"I- I- Well, you see,"

Yeosang sat up straighter and shuffled closer to you, prompting you to do the same.

"W- we- I, Jongho and I, he-"

God, he wasn't even this nervous at his audition and frankly it was starting to annoy you.

"Just spit it out!"

"Fuck it,"

Before you know it, Yeosang pressed his lips on yours, his body no longer at the end of the couch but hovering above you with arms caging your head. The impact caused you to let out a sound of surprise as you were not expecting Yeosang to jump on you like that. There was a nagging voice in the back of your head that was screaming for you to push him away but there was another voice that spoke louder than the former voice. That voice belonged to your boyfriend and it came from the memory you had from earlier in the morning when he woke you up to tell you that he felt bad for disappointing you for the past four days and he was going to make it up to you. Then your brain tried to connect that memory with the text message your boyfriend sent to you, stating that his apology gift has been set up and you can claim it from Yeosang. Was this it?

"Jongho," Yeosang panted as he shifted his lips from yours down to your chin and jaw, "Left you a kiss," your eyes rolled back when he took your earlobe between his teeth and started nibbling, "With me, and he wanted me to deliver it for you," he finished before reconnecting your lips once again. You moaned into his mouth when he slipped his tongue and allowed your own to battle his for dominance.

The kiss was electrifying, breath-taking, and cunt clenching. You couldn't help but spread your legs wider so Yeosang could push your body completely flat on the couch. At this point, his crotch made in contact with yours and you could feel from your short sleeping shorts and his own sweatpants that he was long and hard. Another moan was sent into his mouth and the feeling of vibration made Yeosang grind his crotch onto you, taking it as the perfect moment to let you know the other part of the message.

"A-also," you whined when Yeosang pulled away slightly, resting his forehead on yours, "Jongho wanted me to... Satisfy all of your needs, however you want, wherever you want."

Looking into his eyes, you saw how his pupils were blown and the flush on his face made your heart burn slightly, realizing that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him at that moment. You were not sure if it was because of how needy you were from being denied sex for almost a week or if your teeny tiny crush on your boyfriend's friend was forced to bloom due to the circumstances. Of course, the circumstances are the fact that your boyfriend had allowed his friend to kiss and fuck you should you want to.

"So, Jongho told you to just kiss me or did he specify that you had to kiss me like that?" you teased, starting to relax and opening yourself up for Yeosang who had dropped his gaze from your eyes down to your lips. "He... Left me a kiss but what I gave you is partially from him but mostly from me," he muttered before he dove down to attach his lips to your neck. As he began sucking the sensitive skin, your body reacted automatically to him, your hands curled on the base strands of his hair as your heels hooked on the backs of thighs, allowing his crotch to press closer to yours. "Fuck, is this your way of telling me that you've been wanting to fuck me?" you moaned when his teeth grazed against your jugular, causing your cunt to clench and your spine to tingle. At that point, you were sure that you were soaked but you couldn't be too sure because the warmth pressing on your crotch could Yeosang's body warmth. "No, this is me telling you I didn't like to see you so disappointed because Jongho, your boyfriend, has been denying you sex so I want to help you feel better." As he spoke, you felt his hands creep up to the waistband of your shorts and your breath hitched in both anticipation and excitement, wanting to see just how much you both could go with the fact that you've already gotten your boyfriend's approval in the bag. Toying with the band whilst simultaneously teasing the skin underneath, Yeosang looked up at you with eyes full of hope and desire, "Can I help you feel better?"

It didn't take you long to nod, giving him the confirmation to proceed which he happily obliged by pulling your bottoms so hard he ripped your panties slightly. Yeosang misunderstood the widening of your eyes as a bad thing and he immediately cringed, apologizing profusely as he told you he felt bad and that he would buy you a new pair. So it surprised him when you pulled his face up and hungrily kissed him. "That was so hot, Yeosang, I'm totally okay with that," you said breathlessly, starting to grind your now bare cunt onto his crotch, delighting yourself at the feeling of something hard pushing back against your needy clit. "Jongho has been the only person to be able to do that and fuck did he make such a good decision entrusting you," you whimpered, pulling on Yeosang's bottom lip needily.

Hearing the way you talked about him made Yeosang's heart soar and he suddenly felt the need to show you just how much exactly he had been thinking about you and pleasing you. Confidently, Yeosang pressed two of his fingers against your pussy, effectively trapping your clit between his two digits. His eyes never left your face, enjoying the ecstasy-ridden look on your face as you threw your head back whilst a high-pitched gasp escaped your lips. Wanting to see that expression again, Yeosang began massaging your clit between his two fingers whilst adding more stimulation by moving his fingers up and down. The pleasure was starting to build in you slowly but surely, adding the fact that it was Yesoang who was giving you pleasure and your mind was sent to a pleasure-induced haze. Had it not been for Yeosang's body between your legs, you would have successfully clamped your legs shut.

A shaky breath left Yeosang's lips when he noticed you reacting positively towards his ministration. To the people who would not understand, they would say Yeosang was weird for reading into your reaction so much but how can Yeosang start to describe how much he loved seeing the way your hips rolled onto his hands? Seeing you seeking more of his touch was a whole other level of satisfaction that Yeosang never even knew existed until he saw it with his own eyes. Between your face and glistening cunt, Yeosang couldn't choose which part he liked best. Then again, he had yet to have the chance to feel his aching cock nesting inside your core so he'd have to reserve his decision for after you came on him.

The dynamic of your expression was beyond anything Yeosang could explain because once his fingers slipped inside you, your face contorted to showcase even more of your ecstasy. "You like that, princess?" Yeosang teased as he curled his fingers inside you, caressing the sensitive walls ever so gently that caused your cunt to leak more arousal and your body to shake from the pleasure. "Fuck yes, I do! Jongho, God bless his physique, is chunky and big but so is his fingers but you, Yeosang- Fuck! You and your damn long fingers are reaching so deep inside me- fuck!" you whined, hips rising as Yeosang's finger pulled all the way out only to slam them back in, revelling in how slick you were when they felt your juices staining his palm. "Long, huh? So... Why do you call me a beefcake?" Yeosang teased, lowering himself closer to your cunt which surprisingly made you a bit shy as seen from the way you tried to close your legs. Of course, Yeosang wouldn't let that happen so he used his upper body strength and directed it to his palms, forcing your legs to stay open and not even caring that your stream of slick was trickling down on the couch. "Excuse you, Yeosang, you're not just a beefcake, you're MY beefcake raccoon," you scoffed as you maintained eye contact with Yeosang in faux confidence, oblivious that your stance was being betrayed by your quivering pupils and blush. "Yours, huh? Is that what I am?" Yeosang tried to bite back the grin on his lips as best he could but it was futile as he couldn't even hide the way his hips grind onto your shin when he heard you referring to him as yours. "I don't know about you but fuck, I love the sound of that," he said shakily before diving down to lick a fat stripe from your drenched hole up to nibble on your clit.

That was the last straw. The teasing, the sexual frustration, and seeing Yeosang between your legs had fucked up your brain so much that all you wanted was him.

Sitting up slightly, you somehow managed to pull Yeosang up by the collar of his shirt and push him so he was the one on his back. The frantic movement of your hands pulling Yeosang's sweatpants and underwear paired with the manic, almost crazed look on your face was absolutely thrilling. "I need you inside me Yeosang, please, I want you to fill me up with cock and cum so bad, I need it now!" you whimpered, pussy drenching the fabric of his thigh so embarrassingly bad that it caused Yeosang's cock to twitch as it was released from its confines.

"Use me then, after all, that's why I'm here."

It was the last confirmation you need before you all too easily slip his cock inside of your cunt. For a moment, the both of you only revelled at the feeling of each other for the first time. Yesoang was enjoying how warm you were and how much he liked the sharp contrast between the cool air and your warm core, the sudden change forced the air to be knocked out of his lungs and his eyes to roll to the back of his head. You, on the other hand, were struggling with the fact that Yeosang was reaching inside you so deep that your legs were starting to shake. As crude as it seemed, your immediate reaction was to notice the difference between him and Jongho. It wasn't like you were ranking or making a pros and cons list in your head, you were just noticing how different they pleasured you. Jongho was definitely shorter but girthier, it was always a struggle to take him in as he filled you up almost immediately and even once you got used to the feeling of fullness, you still struggled to move your own body so usually, Jongho would do the work. But Yeosang, he was slimmer but definitely longer, something you didn't take into consideration on the first impact as once he was sheathed inside of you completely, you felt his tip kissing your cervix and it was a new feeling that you had yet to be accustomed to. Whether it was due to his size or the pool you had created down there, you found yourself able to move on your own a lot easier and that made your brain go fuzzy.

Once you both got used to the novelty of feeling each other so intimately, you began fucking yourself on Yeosang's cock. Right off the bat, you were moving so vigorously and Yeosang could only stare with a slacked jaw. "Fuck, Yeosang your cock is hitting me so deep!" you whined, throwing your head back from the feeling and clenching down on him. Yeosang never had much of a comparison material as he was never one to seek out physical relations so often. But even then he knew that the level of pleasure he was experiencing was only achievable because he was getting it from you. Yeosang had to grip your hips to ground him back to reality because he was sure that if he hadn't, he would've definitely thought that he was dreaming. But the feeling of you grounding yourself on top of him was surely something his brain couldn't manipulate no matter how much he tried. And when you changed you changed your position, his brain went haywire. You initially had your knees on either side of his hips and the sight of you rubbing your needy cunt on him was something he could never forget. But then you paused to prop your legs by bending your knees and leaning back with your hands on his muscular thighs. The feeling of Yeosang's flexing muscles beneath your fingers honestly made your cunt clench and weep slightly and Yeosang couldn't help but take note of it.

The very moment you got settled in your new position, you immediately started bouncing yourself on top of Yeosang, impaling yourself multiple times on his cock. If your rhythm was vigorous before, this was... Maniacal. You were jackhammering yourself like a crazed person trying to seek relief. As sick as it was, for some reason, Yeosang loved the way you were basically using his cock for your own release as if he was a toy that you oh so graciously choose to relieve the building ache and need from being denied by your own boyfriend. Your stamina was proof of your desperate need to get sexual release and the way you showcased it could only be described by him as an art performance. "Shit, you're so hot," Yeosang hissed on a particular snap of your hips, squeezing the soft flesh of your ass before his right hand travelled up to your (Jongho's) shirt and grabbing the bottom as he pulled them up to reveal your torso, "Bite this for me please, baby, I wanna see your body, I NEED to see your body," he whimpered, his finger caressing your chin as he tuck the bottom part of your shirt between your teeth. You bit back a grin when he called you baby, feeling giddy all of a sudden but you tried to play it cool. He let out a shuddered breath when he noticed you weren't wearing any bra and frankly, he couldn't help but think about how lucky Jongho was to be able to feel you pressing up to him every night if he wanted to. You moaned and clenched down on him, "Fuck, I didn't peg you for a tits man, Yeosang," you teased but took a moment to tweak your left nipple, "Do you like my tits?" you asked, purposefully moaning and rolling your hips. "No," he huffed as he placed his right hand on your crotch, thumb pressed on your clit which caused you to jolt slightly "I like you," he smirked cheekily.

The confession was rather surprising but you noticed it made your stomach to flutter. Egged by his profession, you started fucking yourself on Yeosang's cock again, this time, the stimulation from his thumb on your clit made your movements harsher but messier. Neither of you could speak clearly, not that you wanted to, you were enjoying the sounds Yeosang was making and he was in a trance as he stared at the way your pussy was swallowing his cock whole. "Greedy baby," he hissed, finally finding the ability to snap his hips back to meet yours, "Taking my cock so good, making sure I'd remember your pussy always." The impact from his hips successfully made your footing falter as you found your right leg slipping and your body tumbling forward, your bare chest met Yeosang's clothed one.

"Fuck me, you got some talented hips there," you giggled, immediately adjusting your thrusts to the new position and enjoying the friction of his shirt on your tits. Moaning, Yeosang held you tight with one arm as the one that was on your clit moved to his face, "Nothing you couldn't escape from your beefcake raccoon, right?" he smirked while licking your arousal clean from his fingers.

With a sharp exhale from you, you planted your lips back onto him, tasting yourself on his tongue before moving your hips even faster. You were thankful that your boyfriend had forced you to ride his thighs so much that you had somehow gained the core strength to ride Yeosang like a champion. "Y-Yeosang, fuck- I'm close!" you whimpered against his mouth, your movements getting sloppy as the tension in your cunt increased, now trying its best to reach climax. Yeosang nodded at your admission, hands moving to hold you by your thighs so that you would still be wide open for him. "I'll make you cum, (y/n), don't worry," he pecked your lips before dropping his forehead on your shoulder, "I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Your hands found purchase on the armrest behind Yeosang and on his shoulder, trying to hold onto your sanity that was being torn apart by each thrust Yeosang delivered. Your head fell slack and your eyebrows furrowed as you felt your climax at the tip of your tongue. Yeosang was trying his best to get you to cum and with the way your walls were hugging him in a vice, he knew it wouldn't take long to push you over the edge. "Y-yeosang!" you whined, your hips now stilling as you reached your climax with a shake of your body from how intense it felt. Yeosang held your legs open for him and his hips never stopped, allowing you to ride out your high while also trying to reach his own.

Though you were induced into a pleasure state, you were still thinking about Yeosang and fuck if there was not one thing in your mind.

"In me, Yeosang, finish in me! I need to be filled!" You managed out, practically begging to be stuffed as how your boyfriend usually would. Though it was Yeosang fucking you, you couldn't help but let the thought of both he and Jongho filling you up with their cum flash through. The mere thought sent shivers down your spine and your hips to suddenly roll.

Yeosang was trying his best to not lose control because Jongho hadn't said anything about allowing him to cum inside you. "A-are you su-re, (y/n)? I can just- fuck, I can just jerk myself off," he assured you. But you whined and started peppering kisses along his jawline, "Please fill me up, Yeosang, you said you- ah! You had to please me, right?" you pouted.

A grunt rumbled through Yeosang's chest and without much complaint, he began thrusting into you in shorter but more precise movements. The overstimulation was trying to get you but you tried your best to hold on by distracting yourself. Your left hand found purchase on Yeosang's right peck and your fingers automatically squeeze the soft flesh and your fingers toy the stiff peaks with each movement.

As it turns out, that seemed to set off Yeosang because suddenly he held your body flush against him and you felt his cum filling you up in spurts as his cock twitched inside you. The sensation made you let out a low hum and your head rolled to nest on the crook of Yeosang's neck.

For a moment, you both could only lay there, resting on each other as you tried to catch your breath. Your haze was dwindling down into a daydream and your body was adjusting so you could rest after the session you just had. Though you had Yeosang under you, you couldn't help but think of your boyfriend and how after this, you're going to need to thank him. But when Yeosang readjusted his position so that his head was resting against the armrest and your head was on his pecks, your thoughts shifted. You propped your arms on Yeosang's chest and your chin on them, smiling up at him, "What got you grinning?" Yeosang asked but he was returning your smile with his. You shrugged, "Not sure, maybe it was post-orgasm bliss," and you wanted to add that it could also be the fact that he had just confessed that he liked you in the middle of sex but you didn't want to make things awkward so you kept that little jewel to yourself.

"So," Yeosang cleared his throat, "Are you feeling happy and satisfied now?" he asked, suddenly remembering the task his friend had given him. You pursed your lips, momentarily thinking of an answer before a mischievous glint past your eyes. "I think... Not quite," you replied, your legs suddenly caging Yeosang's hips which effectively rubbed his softened cock the right way as seen from the way it was starting to twitch back to life. Taking the hint, Yeosang's tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip in hunger.

"Well, I did promise your boyfriend that I would do anything to make you happy, didn't I? We'll just have to keep doing it until you're completely... Satisfied."

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summary: fali gets to meet the sully family, and he has never been more terrified.

a/n: now how can i possibly start this? thank you so much. seriously. this is actually insane !! the support received on the last [y/n] sully x fali fic has provided me with enough motivation to pull this little thing together in two days ( i also decided, if you haven't seen my last post, that the general public would prefer small short imagines rather than a story-like series !! ) it’s much shorter than the last one (1.5k), but it’s very sweet. i hope you all enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. NOTE: to those who have sent requests in, thank you so much !! i am working through them slowly but surely, and i’ve already planned out the majority of them. thank you all again, hope you enjoy !! feedback, reblogs, and reqs are always appreciated !!

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warnings: none except for major fluff, maybe some happy lil tears, the cutest little relationship ever, jake and neytiri being scary, relationship goals ( could possibly make you feel extremely lonely—that is how i am currently feeling !! )

part i

meet the family

fali liked to consider himself to be brave. he was born as the only child to his parents, vi’ieo and fpai, two extremely well respected warriors of the metkayina. thanks to his mother’s childhood connection with ronal, he was raised alongside tsireya and ao’nung, almost like he was their older brother.

to say that he’d encountered a scary parent before would be an understatement. not only did he have fpai and vi’ieo’s wrath underneath his belt, but he also had experienced that of ronal and tonowari.

so, why was fali so freaked out when he saw jake sully stomping towards him, lo’ak and neteyam trailing right behind him. a few steps later walked [y/n], her arms crossed in front of her chest and shoulders hunched sheepishly.

before he could even see [y/n]’s face, he knew exactly what was happening, flashbacks to the day before coming to mind. he should’ve known that their facade would be up as soon as tuk walked in on the two of them, immediately questioning “what the heck they were doing.” the two, desperate and dumb, answered by claiming they were playing shark. that’s why fali was biting her neck!

fali froze as he saw the sully males walk closer and closer, nearly letting the net full of fish that he’d grabbed from the reef trap slip out of his grip. he was lucky that his reflexes were more than equipped, immediately adjusting his grip so he could continue pulling the net onto the dock.

as he heaved the net upwards, flipping it over his shoulder to land on the wooden boards beside his feet, jake sully and his sons took their first steps onto the dock, tracking bits of sand off of the shore into the cracks and crannies of the worn down grain.

fali swallowed, stepping overtop the net so it didn’t awkwardly sit between him and the sully boys, inhaling sharply as he could finally read the expression of [y/n].

“lo’ak, neteyam,” he greeted with a smile, not letting his nerves get to the surface. he then nodded at jake, “sir.” fali brought his hand up, gesturing oel ngati kameie to the omaticayans.

“fali,” jake sully returned, his expression flat and grim. the man sure knows how to intimidate, fali thought, swallowing a nervous wad of spit.

“how can i help you?” fali asked, smile bright and voice kind.

jake chuckled at that, although he didn’t seem all that amused. “skip the formalities, fali,” he commanded, leading fali to nod immediately. at that, jake hid an impressed expression. he’s clearly grown up alongside warrior parents.

“so,” jake continued slowly, allowing [y/n] to finally catch up, stopping next to the youngest brother. the father’s eyes drifted from his daughter back to fali. “you’re the one she chose?”

“i suppose if that’s how you want to put it,” fali chuckled nervously, his hands growing clammy as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

jake nodded slowly at that. fali cursed himself. “how would you put it?”

“dad!” [y/n] hissed, but her words went ignored.

“uh,” he trailed, head ducking as he scratched the back of his neck, not missing the amused expressions that rested on both neteyam and lo’ak’s faces.

“look,” jake saved him from answering, knowing that fali was far too clueless. “all that we’re here to say is the simple rundown.”

fali felt himself straightening his shoulders, forcing himself to hold eye contact. he did not need his girlfriend’s father disliking him.

“in the most basic form, if you hurt her,” jake trailed, his eyes flickering to his oldest who held her head in her hands, indigo washing out her face due to the embarrassment. “we—” his hand raised, gesturing to the three males—”hurt you.”

“dad!” [y/n] scolded again, voice much louder as she clasped a hand overtop her mouth, jaw dropped in the slightest bit.

fali swallowed, the two younger boys stifling laughs from behind their father.

“understood?”

immediately, the metkayina boy nodded. “yes, sir.”

and then, it was almost as if the tension from seconds earlier dissipated. “good,” jake affirmed, a smile gracing his lips. he offered his forearm to the boy. “it is good to finally meet you.”

fali returned his grin, grasping jake’s arm. “and me, you.”

fali thought that he was safe. he finally got the talk done with his girlfriend’s ( extremely scary ) father! what else was there to worry about?

well, fali was in for a pleasant surprise!

later that afternoon, after debriefing with [y/n]—a conversation that’d been full of laughter, mainly because [y/n] was poking fun at him—the pair decided that, since the word was out and had spread very quickly ( news didn’t take long in the metkayina villages ), they would spend the day together.

at one point, after they managed to finish all of their duties for the day, they seemed to wander back to the sully’s marui.

“you should meet my mother,” [y/n] begged, her eyes bright.

he laughed at her desperation. “i have already met your mother through ronal.”

“officially meet her. and you know what i mean!”

fali hummed, using to hand that he wasn’t using to hold [y/n]’s to tap against his chin, miming a deep state of thinking. “well, i suppose.”

and that’s how the two found themselves bounding across the sand, [y/n]’s face bright with joy as she held his hand. the exuberant girl practically dragged him, willing him to walk faster.

it was so weird to [y/n]. having something—someone—of her own. someone that she could bring home to show off to her family, someone that she could finally claim as someone that she loved. she’d never been able to do that before.

fali couldn’t help but feel immense joy every time he looked at her. every time she wore that brilliant smile, that gorgeous way that the skin around her eyes wrinkled. fali’d experienced… a lot. he was an impressive and very attractive warrior, after all, but despite whatever experimenting had been done all those years ago, nothing compared to this.

as the two finally found themselves in a close proximity to the sully’s marui, it was as if fali finally remembered that, while jake was scary, neytiri was terrifying.

once they entered, they immediately saw neytiri who sat behind tuk. the mother was busy threading beads into the youngest child’s hair, a desire that the baby of the family had been requesting for months.

at the sight, [y/n] laughed, causing neytiri to look up with her eyebrow muscles raised. “you finally did it?” she questioned, quickly leaping over top the junk that was scattered in the entrance and crossing her legs besides her baby sister.

“yes!” tuk cried triumphantly. “i even got to pick the beads.”

“this one’s pretty,” [y/n] mused, analyzing a clay bead that’d been stained a deep blue color.

neytiri cleared her throat before she shoved the bowl of beads into her eldest’s hands. “take these,” she demanded, pushing herself onto her feet.

at the action, fali swallowed. the sully family sure was protective.

he fixed his posture as the mother walked over, carefully avoiding the messy obstacles thanks to her childrens’ inability to clean up after themselves. she stopped directly in front of the boy.

“ma’am,” he greeted, gesturing for the second time that day.

“fali.” neytiri’s smile was warm, comforting. and yet, he still felt a bit nervous. with neytiri, she did not vocalize her threats or warnings, but they didn’t need to be vocalized. oh no, with neytiri, you just knew.

“i’m sorry that we could not have a formal introduction to you and my daughter’s relationship,” neytiri offered, her eyes staring straight into his soul.

at that, fali chuckled. “me too, but i’m afraid the only people at fault for how it played out was, well, us.” he caught the gaze of [y/n], her stare soft and smile gentle.

neytiri’s amused grin only grew at those words. “next time you decide to do that, i suggest making sure you’re not in the same proximity as my youngest child.”

fali blushed at that, a deep indigo spreading throughout his entire face. “whoops.” he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

luckily for him, the small voice of tuk had both him an neytiri looking back at the sully girls. “fali!” she cried. “come help! it is taking too long.”

at that, [y/n] gasped in mock offense. “i’m trying, tuk.”

“try harder.”

fali laughed, and once he got a soft nod from the mother, he made his way over to the pair of siblings sitting on the floor. “i’m not sure i’ll be of much use. i’ve never done this before!”

“come here.” [y/n] patted the ground beside her. “i will teach you.”

“please do not ruin my hair, fali. if you make me look ugly, you aren’t allowed to date my big sister.”

“noted,” fali trailed, sitting down behind the baby sully. his eyes tracked over to [y/n]’s hands, watching how her fingers moved in order to get the beads on successfully.

“like this—do you see?”

“mhm…”

“and then you take this.”

“yes i see that.”

“no, dumbie, like this.”

“oh!”

from the entrance of the marui, two pairs of eyes watched the young couple, their gazes soft.

“he is good,” neytiri whispered to jake, leaning her head on his shoulder.

jake hummed in agreement. “they are good.”

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Eventually

PART TWO TO "Moral Of The Story" / ALTERNATE STEVE ENDING

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: Tonight was the night you fought for Hawkins, for your life, for your future. Was breaking up with Steve a mistake? Or perhaps breaking up with him made you see what you truly needed?

WC: 8.8k (the longest one i’ve written yet holy shmokes)

Warning/s: VOL 2 SPOILERS! lots of swearing, HEAVY ANGST, mentions of a panic attack, graphic description of injuries, wounds, blood, all in all just pure violence.

Note: What the heck I am absolutely baffled at the amount of people that supported the first part 😭 I never imagined that being a hit but here we are and here's the long-awaited part 2! And for those asking for them to be tagged, I am greatly sorry I wasn't able to tag all of you, since the limit of tagging in a post is 50! :(

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You kept your chin up, holding your crossbow as you put on a fake smile. “How’s the shield lookin’?” You greeted, watching Eddie’s hand grip the handle, hurling it towards the air.

“Light. But durable,” he says, punching it towards the air again, getting a better grip. “Deadly. But reliable.” Eddie smiles proudly.

“Looks cool.” You compliment the two, Dustin bows his head before the two of you looked at Eddie to see him raising his hand, his foot stepping on the basket. “Hear me now,” he begins dramatically, raising a fist to the air before opening his hand. “There will be no more retreating…” He pumps his fist down, doing a little jig of happiness. “From Eddie the Banished.”

Eddie looks at you as he toyed with the lid, his smile still etched upon his pretty face. “No more.” You assured him, smiling back.

Dustin stands up, holding his own shield. “Hey, Eddie, guess you’re really ready for bat-tle.”

The two of you look at each other before looking at Dustin with a serious look.

Dustin nods, checking if the two of you got the pun as he chortles. “You guys get it? Bat-tle.”

Eddie tilts his head at him, raising his eyebrows.

Dustin rolled his eyes. “B-A-T. No?”

Eddie shook his head, dropping his shield to the ground as you watched. “I thought I had a good one.” He says before he’s fully tackling Dustin, making you gasp out in surprise. “What are you doing?!” Dustin exclaimed; poor boy hadn’t got the chance to defend himself.

You laughed out loud before Eddie was pushing Dustin away with a teasing smile.

Dustin wouldn’t let himself go down that easily, being a tough kid he is. “You son of a bitch!” He said in fits of laughter as he tried tackling Eddie down, getting his own taste of revenge.

“Alright Henderson! Take him down!” You cheered. “No wedgies! No wedgies!” Dustin shouts, making you even laugh harder, clutching at your stomach.

You watched as the play-fight ceased, how Eddie laughed out of breath, his hair sticking to his face from the light layer of sweat as he held Dustin.

You smiled. You could tell Dustin really looked up to Eddie, how Dustin’s smile widened, it was like seeing your own favorite superhero come to life. “Never change. Dustin Henderson.” Eddie spoke. “Promise me?”

Tilting your head, you watched the two. “I wasn’t planning on it.” Dustin responded. “Good.” Eddie said. “Good.” Dustin repeated. They laughed as Eddie pat his back.

“And what do we have here?” Eddie breaks away from Dustin to face you, eyeing the crossbow in your hand and the arrows poking from your back.

You raised your crossbow, which was loaded, but the safety lock was on.

Eddie takes a second to glance at you. He noticed that your eyes were a little puffy, a sign that you had cried again, but he let it slide.

“We have our own archer.” Eddie says to you. “This is the coolest thing I saw there, why not? And my aim is very accurate.” You proudly say.

Eddie’s stare lingers on you for a little longer, you could feel it as you fixed the strap of your crossbow, slinging it over your body.

Eddie noticed his actions; he shakes his head before walking a few feet away. “Hey! Sinclairs!”

“How are those, uh… spears coming on?” He shouts over to them. You looked at the siblings, Lucas seemed to be struggling whilst Erica looked like she was doing a great job. Lucas throws a thumbs up in your direction, smiling.

“It just doesn’t make sense.” Steve says, holding the funnel still so Robin could pour gas onto the glass bottle. The conversation between the two of you bore into his mind, your words echoing in his head.

“Get your shit together, Steve. Because it’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair.”

“We’re done.”

“What doesn’t make sense?” Robin asked. Steve shakes his head, changing the topic.

“That was Dan Shelter, he graduated, like, two years ago.” He spoke. “So?” Robin replied. “So he’s in college… Which means he was visiting on spring break. Fast Times was returned like- I don’t know, a week ago?” He looks at Robin to make sure she was listening.

“Right? Unless she’s got some horndog brother we don’t know about… which is possible- Or she’s just really into Judge Reinhold?”

“Steve.” Robin interjected.

“What?” Steve looks at her. “I don’t care. I don’t understand why you do either with everything that’s going on… Honestly this feels like a perfect time for that little pull of the rug because… In the face of the world ending, the stakes of my love life feel spectacularly low.” Robin said.

Steve sighed. “Yeah, I mean, I get you there, but I still have hope.” Hope for what exactly? Steve doesn’t know. Now that he just took a huge wrecking ball in your relationship, he wonders if its still able to be repaired.

“Not everything has a happy ending.” Robin noted. “Yeah, yeah, believe me. I know.” Steve replied.

Robin chuckled, looking at you, but Steve’s gaze was at Nancy. “Your relationship’s fine, Steve, don’t sweat on it.”

Steve clutches another bottle, his other hand holding the funnel. “No. It’s not.”

“Not? What? Why?” Robin questioned.

“I messed it up, and I think- I think I’m still in love with-“

Robin glanced at you, then at Nancy, before looking at Steve. “No shit? Steve, come on.” Robin said in a hushed tone. “I- she broke up with me- earlier.”

“How are you holding up?” Robin said. “I don’t know, I feel…” Steve shrugged, it felt empty.

“Try to fix it if you can. I know she cares about you, Steve. Have you seen the way she looks at you? Even back then in the mall she couldn’t handle being in the same room with you ‘cause she’ll turn so red.” Robin reminisced.

Steve looked at Robin. “Whatever you do, make it count since… I have this terrible, gnawing feeling that… it might not work out for us this time.”

“You think we shouldn’t be doing this?” Steve spoke. “I think we’re mad fools, the lot of us, but-“ Robin sighs as both of them look at the rest of the gang.

Nancy was trying to regain her aim, while you, Dustin, and Eddie were playing with the shields. Dustin running away from the two of you before grabbing the shield that Eddie clumsily dropped and now, he was the one getting chased. Steve watched as you and Dustin playfully pretended to jab Eddie with the shield, how he plays along with you, kneeling to the ground making pained noises, laying down on the grass in defeat. You laugh, sitting down on the grass in front of him, catching your breath. The Sinclair siblings were trying out their spears, Lucas spinning it around while Erica was testing the sturdiness of their work.

“We have to try. Right?”

Steve tears his gaze away from you, looking at Robin. “Yeah.”

Steve raises a bottle. “To killing Vecna.” Robin does the same, smiling. “Slash Henry.”

“Slash one.” Said Steve before they let their bottles clink.

Thankfully, there were more time for everyone to get dressed. Everyone was now clad in their battle armor. Now with the plan in mind, everyone was silent for the whole ride towards the Creel house, where Lucas, Max, and Erica were stationed. Then you, Dustin, Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Nancy were in charge in the Upside Down. You, Eddie and Dustin were tasked with distracting the demobats, while Nancy, Steve, and Robin were tasked with taking care of Vecna.

The sunset colored the interior of the RV in an orange hue. You and Eddie were once again sat together.

“If our plan doesn’t work, I don’t know what I’ll do.” Eddie mumbled, his head in his hands. You frown, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It will, we’ll make sure of it.”

“And there’s no way they wouldn’t fall for it, if our calculations are correct…” Dustin trailed off. You watched as Eddie places his hands on the table, his rings glinting thanks to the sunlight through the window.

This night, this night would probably be the biggest battle you had to face in your entire life. Your future depended on it. You couldn’t help but stare at Steve in the driver’s seat, how his face looked solemn. You bit your lip, swallowing. You couldn’t feel guilty now, you needed to focus.

The two of you hadn’t spoken ever since earlier. Although your eyes would find each other every once in a while, or so.

The van halted to a stop, outside was the Creel house.

As the door opened, Erica, Lucas, and Max steps out, holding their lanterns. The door slams shut, the atmosphere feeling suddenly heavy as you watched Max step foot into the house as the van began moving again, letting them disappear from your view.

The sky slowly turns dark as Steve parked.

“Okay. I wanna run through it one more time.” Nancy said, looking at everyone. You nodded. “Phase one.” “We meet Erica at the playground, she’ll signal Max and Lucas when we’re ready.” Robin answers. “Phase two.” Nancy said. “Max baits Vecna. He’ll go after her, which’ll put him in his trance.” Steve replied. Nancy looks at him. “Phase three?”

“Me, Dustin, and Eddie draw the bats away.” You said, then from the corner of your eye you see Eddie ruffling Dustin’s hair, which made Steve look at the two before turning back to Robin as she spoke.

“We head into Vecna’s newly bat-free lair, and…” Robin raises the Molotov, sloshing the liquid inside. “Flambé.”

Nancy nods, staring at the ground. “Nobody moves on to the next phase until we’ve all copied.” She looks up. “Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what. Got it?”

“Got it.” You all reply in unison before exiting the RV.

Once again, you all jog your way into Eddie’s trailer, opening the door and closing it once everyone got in. Steve flicks the light switch on, his eyes gluing onto the glowing red gate to the Upside Down.

Steve drops his bag, approaching the makeshift rope.

“Be careful.” Dustin says to Steve. “Thanks, buddy.” Steve said, giving him a light pat on the chest. Taking in a breath, Steve grabs at the rope. “Here goes nothing.”

Steve successfully climbs into the Upside Down, his feet landing with a thud as he hits the ground, looking back up and shrugging nonchalantly. You rolled your eyes, always the showoff. You could hear Robin muttering sarcastically. “What does he want us to do, applaud?”

You see Steve dragging the mattress, flopping it on the ground, serving as a landing pad. “Alright, let’s go.”

First up was Nancy, who got an extra boost from Robin. Nancy hits the landing pad, you could see Steve offering his hand, pulling her up. And you swore you could see them stare at each other, shaking your head, you brushed the feeling off. Next up were the bags, you threw your weapons in.

Second one was Eddie, followed by Robin. Now it was your turn. You lunged yourself up, grabbing the rope as you climbed. Going through the gate you suddenly feel the weight of gravity hit as you flop onto your back on the bed with a gasp.

You blinked a few times, then you saw two hands reaching out for you. Steve and Eddie, on either side of you. Looking at neither, you grabbed both their hands as they hoisted you up. The next was the shields, spears, and a few more bags as the last person to come through was Dustin, he lands with a thud, a surprised look in his face.

He sits up, amazed before he was being pulled by the shirt thanks to Eddie and Steve.

After gearing up, Nancy opens the door, stepping out, followed by all of you.

You could hear thundering as you were back in the gloomy place. Shivers began to crawl up your back seeing everything with dark root-like features crawling everywhere. You let out a breath you realized you had been holding.

“Hey, guys, listen.” Steve said, suddenly turning around to face the three of you. “If things here start to go south, I mean, at all- you abort.” Steve said, looking at you, before glancing at Dustin and Eddie. “Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna.” The three of you nodded.

“Don’t try to be cute or be a hero or something… Okay? You guys are just—”

“Decoys.” The three of you reply. Steve looks at you, pursing his lips and nodding. “Don’t worry. You can be the hero, Steve.” Dustin said. Eddie agreed, “Absolutely. I mean, look at us.” He glances at Dustin then at you. “We are not heroes.” He looks back at Steve, chuckling.

Steve began walking away but Eddie calls out to him. “Hey, Steve,” They look at each other. “Make him pay.”

Steve nods, grabbing the chance to take one last look at you as you did the same. You sent him a nod and a small smile. You could see the edge of Steve’s lip curl up, but a second later he was already walking away. As they began their journey, the three of you began nailing bits and pieces of metal onto Eddie’s trailer, making sure that when things go south, you’ll be protected from the inside.

You hammered it on, looking to the side to see Eddie ripping off a fence, placing it onto the rug along with miscellaneous materials as Dustin and Eddie pulled it towards the trailer. You hopped off, done with your work, you decide to help hold the metal scrap as Eddie drilled it in. “Sure, you got that in, Munson?” You said, looking up at him as his tongue sticks out in determination. You chuckle at the habit.

“Yes…ma’am.” He replied, patting the new layer of protection. You smiled at him as he also smiled at you. You avert your gaze, the smile never leaving your face. After a few more minutes of reinforcing Eddie’s trailer, the three of you step back to admire the work you’ve done as thunder booms in the distance.

“Not bad.” Eddie said.

“Not bad at all.” Dustin said as he smiled.

“Great job, boys.” You said, breathing out. Eddie chuckles, shaking his head. “We’re only getting started. Now for the fun part.”

You and Dustin looked at each other before the three of you entered his trailer, heading straight to his room. Eddie halts, eyes going wide. “Jesus Chr…” Eddie lets out almost something akin to a whimper as you watched. Dustin chuckles as Eddie slowly approaches his guitar mounted on the wall in awe.

“It’s like… she was destined for an alternate dimension.” Eddie said.

He slowly reaches up to grab it. “What do you say, guys?” turning around he looks at the two of you. “Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?”

“Hell yeah!” You smile.

“Is that a rhetorical question?” Dustin remarked.

Eddie slings the guitar on him. “Let’s do it.” With a devilish grin, he slings the guitar onto his back.

Even with the thought of impending doom in the back of your mind, being with Dustin and Eddie was enough to calm your nerves, but your mind often had you rethinking about Steve. Where were they now?

Steve watched Robin as she was rambling on about the possibility of them getting lost.

“We’re not lost, Robin.” Nancy said. Only thing she got was a chuckle from her. “Robin, hey. Watch out for the vines! Hive mind, remember?” Nancy reminded her as Robin took off. “Thank you!” Robin responded, and then she was off.

“Uh, don’t worry about her.” Steve said, walking besides Nancy. “She’s just stressed, y’know, scared.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.” Nancy replied. “It’s just…” “She’s a super klutz?” Steve finished, looking at her as she chuckled. Steve tried to keep the conversation steady, his mind flashing back to you. At this point, Steve just wanted things to be done with. He was still conflicted, having Nancy in front of him all this time had him reminisce of the past that they had together, which Steve will admit that was long gone. However, after all the time had passed, with you getting with him and him rarely seeing Nancy, it was easy to forget the hole that she left in his heart, that was eventually filled by you.

“She did tell me that it took her longer to walk than most babies, so…”

Steve chuckles, shaking his head. “I really shouldn’t laugh.”

He was being a total asshole, he realized that sooner than he liked, now he’s walking in the Upside Down with a broken heart. Seeing Nancy only made things worse, as he realized how he’d pine over her the past weeks, always wanting to be near her, hell, he even forgot you. That, that was fucked up of him. Now, all he could do was pretend everything was fine.

“When I was a baby, I actually crawled backwards.” Steve admits.

“Crawled backwards?” Nancy repeats. Steve looks at her for a split second, before acting it out. “You know, I’d push with my hands like this. Beep. Beep... Always in reverse, you know?”

Steve looks at Nancy, gesturing with his hands. “Come on. It makes sense. You push to move, right?” “No, no. It doesn’t make sense.” Nancy laughs. “Well, it did to my tiny little Harrington brain.”

Steve shrugged. “That is, until I reversed my baby butt down a flight of stairs and thumped my head really good.” Steve looks at Nancy, seeing her face in disbelief. “Yeah.”

“Wow. That explains so much.”

“Yeah. I think it kinda does. I think, like, right out of the gate, like- I’m super confident. But y’know I’m also, like, an idiot… Which is just… I mean it’s a brutal combination.”

Then Steve remembered how he was just like that, with you, but the only thing was, you were the only one able to understand him for what he truly is as a person, you’ve uncovered many things in the span of the two of you being together, that made Steve realize how much he had to learn through you, how you taught him of certain things in life, that not everything gets to be handed to him in his life, he’s got to work hard for it. To truly understand what it was like.

“But, I mean, the good news is, I get a big enough thump on my head, I can change, you know? I can learn.” What happened between you was a lot more than a thump to his head, it was like someone had dropped a gallon of ice-cold water on him, bucket included. “I can crawl forward.”

But at every glance he takes at Nancy, there’s an ache in his heart, no matter what he does. This was wrong. He was beating himself up in his mind. How could he just simply throw a perfect, loving, healthy relationship with you for someone that doesn’t even like him that way anymore? Steve glanced back, even though he was farther away from you, it still doesn’t help that the uneasy feeling pooling in his stomach at the thought of you being so far away about to bait yourself from those goddamn bats that almost killed him. It sent him shaking his head, trying to focus that you were safer there. You were safe with Dustin and… Eddie.

Steve shakes the thought of you and Eddie in his mind, focusing on the conversation with Nancy.

“Listen, I guess what I’m trying to say in a really stupid, roundabout way is, um…” Steve sighs, stopping with a click of his tongue. “…Is thank you.”

Nancy wears a look of confusion, being taken aback. “Thank me?”

“Yeah.”

“For...?”

“For giving my head the biggest thump of its life, two years ago, and now.” Steve breathes out. “I needed it. It’s changed my life.”

“What do you mean now...? Steve?” Nancy questioned.

“I used to think if I hadn’t done the things I did…a part of me still thinks that we would’ve made it.” Steve didn’t know what he was doing, it probably wasn’t the best way to earn closure like this. He was just spewing out words that made sense to him.

“Steve…” Nancy began, Steve looked down, swallowing. “You can’t do this, Steve.” Nancy said. Those words came crashing down on Steve’s chest. He knew he didn’t stand a chance but seeing and hearing those words from Nancy solidified it. “Have you thought about (Y/N)? I mean- how would she feel? She’s been with you longer than me, Steve. She’s been with you through everything that happened. She loves you, Steve, I could see it. I only didn’t speak about it since I thought maybe we were just catching up together- as friends.” Nancy breathes out.

Now that felt like he was given another thump on the head, thanks again to Nancy. Friends. That’s all they would ever be, no more, no less. And you just broke up with him.

Steve was about to open his mouth to reply, but then rushed footsteps and Robin’s voice was heard. “You guys! Awesome news!”

Steve bit his lip, he didn’t know if he should be thankful for the disturbance or not, since it means he was once step closer to his grave.

“Looks like we weren’t going the wrong way after all.” Robin pants. “Come on!”

Steve and Nancy look at each other. Steve gives up, jerking his head towards Robin, walking away. “Let’s go!” Robin rushed.

“Okay.” Steve muttered; the words unsaid leaving to rot in the back of his head.

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Every second you felt your anxiety getting worse. Waiting atop of Eddie’s trailer, Dustin was tasked communicating with the other team, listening if your phase was about to commence.

Tapping your foot, you were stood by the edge, overlooking the rest of the houses and trailers scattered, with the forest looming over. You had everything planned, nothing could go wrong, right?

There were a few taps on your shoulder, looking around you spot Eddie, wearing his usual smile, moving to stand next to you. “So, you feel alright?”

“I don’t-“ You sigh, gesturing all over the place. “I don’t know, really… we just have one chance at this and if we fuck this up I-“

“Hey, hey…you know I’m also close to shitting myself here but,” You laugh at Eddie’s words, easing your anxiety. “We’ll get through this, okay? When all this is over then we’re free to do any shit we like.” Eddie said, smiling.

“Hmm, and what are you planning on doing when all of this is over?” You asked. Eddie lets outs a sigh, eyes blinking in thought. “Never really had someone ask me that.”

“Well, here I am, asking.” You smile.

“Dunno, probably clear my name first, then, like, go back to my band or something- even go on tour- Sounds weird now that I’m saying this out loud.” Eddie looks down, chuckling. You shake your head, laughing with him.

“Doesn’t sound weird to me, and I promise you, we’ll do everything we can to prove to everybody that you’re innocent.” You promised. Eddie smiled at you, he always liked your aura, its like everywhere you went there followed hope. Even when Eddie could tell that you were hurting, your smile still felt genuine, well, to him anyways.

Maybe, after all of this, he’d definitely would like to get to know you better. Maybe even teach you how to play D&D, who knows.

Then the two of you hear the chatter of Dustin’s walkie talkie.

“She’s in. Move to phase three.”

“Copy that. Initiating phase three.” Dustin replied.

Both you and Eddie look at each other. “Goodluck.” You said, moving over next to Dustin, plugging the amplifier as Dustin cranks the volume up, the feedback ringing in your ears. Eddie looked nervous; you could tell.

He nods, yanking the pick from his necklace. With a shout, he grabs his guitar then began strumming.

You and Dustin watched in awe, smiling as the two of you bopped your heads to the music. “Go Munson!” You cheer.

Meanwhile Steve watched as the bats screeched, flapping their wings, moving in unison toward the direction of the loud music. He knits his eyebrows, worry crossing his features. He hoped you remembered his advice earlier.

As Eddie strummed, you almost forgot you were in an alternate dimension, you watched as Eddie headbanged as his fingers worked their way in playing with all their might. You and Dustin continued to headbang yourselves as the two of you laughed. “This is amazing.” Dustin commented, watching Eddie.

He places his foot up onto another amplifier, continuing to rock. Dustin pulls out his telescope, watching for any signs of the demobats.

After a moment Dustin looked, he stands up. You looked to the distance. “Eddie! We gotta lock down in T-minus 30 seconds!” Dustin shouted at him. Eddie nods, licking his lips before continuing to play louder.

Looking toward the distance you could already see a flock of them, making you stand up.

“T-minus 20!”

Eddie’s eyes sent you a wave of determination, looking at you before he shreds the solo. You could already hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears as the adrenaline rush began. “Let’s go Eddie!” You

“T-minus 10!”

Eddie pushes through.

“Five!”

You could hear the thunder cracks began to get louder.

“One!”

Eddie finishes, the last strum echoing as it fades.

“Move, move, move!” You screamed. “Let’s go!” You all jumped down towards the pickup truck and back onto the ground as the chitter of the bats neared. You rounded towards the makeshift gate. “Go! Go!” Eddie ushered. “Shit! Shit!” Dustin screams.

Once you and Dustin made it in, Eddie followed. “Hurry! Eddie, shut it!” Dustin screamed at him. With a huge clang, Eddie shuts the gate, just in time as the bats landed.

“Hurry! Come on!” Dustin said, opening the door. You and Eddie made your way in, Eddie slamming the door.

Catching your breaths, you all looked at one another. “Dude! Most metal ever!” Dustin screamed. “Oh my… Oh my god!! Eddie followed Dustin, jumping up and down with adrenaline. You joined in, screaming and jumping with them. You laughed as it stopped, Eddie balling his hands into fists and screaming. “That was- jeez that was awesome.” You breathe out. Now that the bats were distracted, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift to Steve.

Holding your crossbow in hand, you listened closely to the swarm of demobats as they thrashed the trailer, clanging and banging everywhere.

Every slam of the creatures on the wall had you gripping the crossbow tighter, your knuckles almost turning white as you let out a shaky breath.

Then the thrashing stopped.

“Hey, dipshits!!” Dustin calls out. “Give up that easy, huh?!”

“Shh!” Eddie shushed, “Is that really necessary?”

You were about to speak when the clattering began sounding from above the trailer. All of you simultaneously stare at the ceiling. “They’re on the roof.” Eddie spoke.

“No shit.” You reply.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” Dustin repeatedly mumbles. The three of you follow the scattering, your eyes trailing down towards the vent. “They can’t get in through there, can they?” Dustin asked, gripping his spear.

As if it was on cue, a demobat smashes the vent down, creating a hole as it stuck its head inside. Eddie and Dustin jumped back; your eyes widened. Wasting no time, you aimed your loaded crossbow, turning the safety off before shooting at it, you successfully hit its wing, leading it to crawl back out of the hole.

Eddie and Dustin screamed as more demobats tried to squeeze through, grasping their spears, they rushed and began poking through the vent with their spears. “Die! Die!” Dustin shouted. You loaded another arrow, raising the crossbow and aiming. Shooting, you successfully hit a demobat on the neck, the creature dying with a screech.

Eddie looks back, he seemed to be looking for something. He rushes towards the side to grab a chair. “Eddie! What are you doing? I need you!” Dustin said. “Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” He screamed, placing the chair towards the vent as he hoists himself up. With a yell, Eddie blocks the vent with one of the shields.

The demobats trilled.

Eddie and Dustin catch their breath. “Holy shit. Holy shit.” Eddie said. “Nice.” Dustin said. “Thanks.” Eddie responded, high-fiving Dustin.

“Guys,” they both turn to look at you. “Are there other vents we should know about?”

“Oh shit.” Eddie breathes out, jumping down from the chair and rushing to his room. You followed as Dustin let out a few more curse words. As Eddie slams the door open, the demobats already rushed in, flocking around his room, screeching. “Fuck!” You exclaim. “Go, let’s go!” You pulled them both away from the door, slamming it.

You knew the wooden door stood no chance against them as they began chipping at the wood, already making slits through the door. “Come on, come on hurry!” You scream. Eddie grabs the other shield; you gripped your crossbow. “That’s not gonna hold!” Dustin said, referring to the almost beaten down door.

“Go! Climb!” You shouted at Dustin, he grabs at the rope, grunting as he pulls himself up. “Come on, quickly!”

Dustin safely makes his way back into Hawkins, flopping on Eddie’s bed.

“(Y/N)! Hurry!” Eddie shouts at you, for a split second you didn’t want to leave him there. You wanted to stay, you wanted to fight with him. To hell with your future if you died now.

But as Eddie shouts at you once again, you knit your eyebrows, slinging your crossbow onto your back as you climbed the rope fast as your body can. Your heart hammering in your chest. You flop down onto Eddie’s bed with a thud, you wasted no time standing up, looking at Eddie.

“Eddie, come on! What are you waiting for?!” You screamed at him. Eddie threw the spear and shield away, already hoisting himself up. You watched intently, wanting Eddie to get over here as fast as he could, to make it safe back here in Hawkins. You wanted him to climb faster. It was already a losing battle. You could hear the door cracking in the distance as Eddie turns to look at it.

“Eddie come on, please!” You shouted along with Dustin. “You’re so close, Eddie come on now let’s go!” Dustin screamed. “Leave it, Eddie! We’ll find another way!” You shouted.

Eddie stopped.

The thought already clicked in your head as your eyes widen, watching him drop down back onto the ground. “Eddie.” Dustin called. Eddie looks up at the both of you, his face stricken with gloom as he already made the decision in his mind.

“Don’t- don’t fucking do this to us, Eddie.” You spoke. Eddie rushed back, grabbing his spear and shield, he aims the spear at the rope as you tried to grab onto it.

“DON’T! EDDIE!” You pleaded. He screamed, slicing the rope off as it fell limp in your hands.

You shake your head, looking around everywhere for a chair able to jump yourself back in the Upside Down. You looked up to see him moving the bed out of the way. “Eddie, stop! Eddie, stop!” Dustin’s voice cracked as he pleaded, you felt your throat tighten, hearing how Dustin pleaded. You knew Eddie meant so much to Dustin. “Stop, stop, stop.” Dustin said, holding his head in his hands, looking at Eddie.

Your breath quickened. Your chest hurt. You needed to act.

Rushing towards the chair, you trashed everything that was atop of it. “Eddie, what are you doing?!” Dustin screamed. “I’m buying more time.” You could hear him say.

Oh, you absolute little shit You thought, trying to push the thought of Eddie sacrificing himself just to get more time.

“No!” Dustin disagreed. Eddie fades out from view. “Eddie, please!” Dustin cried.

You rushed, throwing the rope away before replacing it with the chair. You grabbed Dustin, patting him on the shoulders as tears ran down his cheeks. “Dustin, hey, whatever you do, don’t- don’t follow, okay? Promise me?” You pleaded.

Dustin looks at you, the poor kid’s eyes widen as he shook his head. “No, no, not you too, (Y/N) please.” He begged, fresh tears running down his cheeks. You shake your head, smiling as tears blurred your vision, trying your best to smile at him. “Dustin, listen, hey,” you say, wiping off his tears with your thumbs, in hopes to comfort the kid. “I have to, okay? We must end this, once and for all. No more trouble, no more Upside Down bullshit.” You spoke. “You’ll get to live your life out there.” You spoke, blinking your tears back.

“Please, (Y/N)…” Dustin croaked as he sobbed. “I’m sorry, buddy, please,” You say, shaking your head you pushed him away, leading him to land on the floor. “Don’t follow.” Was the last thing you said before you ran for a jump start, using the chair as leverage. The chair drops as you managed to hoist yourself up.

“(Y/N)! NO!” Dustin scrambles to stand up, wanting to reach out to you but it was too late. You already dropped into the upside down on your side with an agonizing shout. You definitely felt something break.

Trying your best to disregard the aching pain in your shoulder, you stood up, seeing the door open. “Hold on, Eddie.” You mumbled as you heard Dustin screaming above you.

You braced yourself and ran outside. You could hear the chittering of the demobats. You could see a flock of them following something, or someone.

Eddie.

Flinching, you heard a chitter behind you, it was a demobat hissing. You slung your crossbow back, trying to load and aim as it circled you. “Come on, come on.” You mumble, waiting for the right time. As it circled around you once more, you took the shot. It fell limp on the ground, screeching.

You stared at it, then your head perks to the direction of the flock. Looking around, you spot another bike.

Running towards it, you rode it and began biking, wanting to reach Eddie sooner. Your legs felt like they were on fire as you dreaded every second you weren’t with Eddie. You took on the other side of the road, you were slowly gaining up speed, catching up to him. You could see the bats gaining up to him as well.

There was only one thing you could do.

“Come here fuckers!!” You shouted, catching the attention of a few demobats as they trilled, switching in direction. You spot Eddie, looking at you as if you were a ghost.

“Come on, what are you waiting for?!” You screamed. Half of the demobats were now onto you, you biked faster as your legs could. “(Y/N)!” Eddie called out. You paid no attention to him, you only cared about diverting the demobats away from him.

“Yeah, that’s right! FOLLOW ME!” You screamed, lungs burning, not only from screaming, but from inhaling the particles floating around.

Eddie could only watch as the demobats chasing him were now onto you.

He was in shock as he saw you there with him, biking along, letting the demobats use you for bait. A part of him felt relieved, at least in this moment he wasn’t alone, somehow you still found the courage to join him even if it meant no chance of making it out alive.

The other part of him wanted to be angry at you, he wanted to be angry at the fact that you followed him, risking yourself in the process. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was scared. He’s scared. Never in his life he thought he’d be fighting for his life in the year that he even hoped to graduate in.

As if any of that even mattered anymore. Even if his sacrifice goes unnoticed, he still felt at peace in knowing somehow, he was able to save all of Hawkins. But he couldn’t let you do that for him.

You were doing a good job at making the creatures chase after you. That is, until the chainrings snapped.

Eddie’s eyes widen as everything he saw played in slow motion.

Your eyes struck with fear as you lost your balance, swerving to the right as your body’s instinct was to flee itself from the bike, your body landing in a thud as you rolled a few feet away due to the speed you were going. “(Y/N)!” Eddie shouted, gaining speed on his bike to reach you.

You groaned in pain as you tried your best to stand up, your body ached. Looking around you find yourself surrounded by the demobats as they circled around you. Grabbing your crossbow again, you loaded it as the pain in your shoulder became unbearable as you let out an agonizing grunt. There were a few already trying to make a bite at you. Your ears rang from their constant chittering.

Shooting one down, you were unaware of the one behind you as it already landed on your leg, taking a bite out on the side of your thigh. You screamed, smacking the bat with your crossbow as blood seeped through your jeans. “Fuck,” You shudder. The bite stung. You kept your head up, looking around for any more demobats that could unexpectedly come at you.

“(Y/N)!” You hear Eddie.

Looking around you spot Eddie, throwing his bike away, grabbing his spear and shield, and was headed towards you. “Eddie!” You called; he could see how your face contorted in fear. “Hold on!” He said, trying to find a way in to get to you.

You tried moving but the bats prevented you from doing so, in the corner of your eye you could see Eddie, pushing his way through as couple of bats nip and bit at him. “Eddie!” You called again, aiming for the bat that was on his back, breathing out, you shot it down as Eddie rushed toward you, now the two of you are back-to-back against these hellish creatures.

“I couldn’t let you do this on your own!” You shouted, hoping he heard. “And you’re stupid enough for that!” Eddie shouts back. “I couldn’t care less, let’s finish this!” You said, suddenly you remember stuffing a Molotov inside your bag. Eddie shouts as he tried fending the bats away, jabbing them with his spear.

“Eddie.” You called. “Yeah? A little busy here!”

Shooting another bat down, but one got to your arm as it took another bite at you. Dropping your bag, you grab an arrow, gripping it tight enough. With your vision going dizzy you jammed the arrow into the bat’s head, its blood splattering as you yanked it off of you. Eddie also looked to be suffering from a few bites too as his shirt had tears and blood seeping through them.

“Cover me!” You shouted at Eddie as you ducked to rummage in your bag. Eddie looks at you before doing so, defending himself with the shield and thrusting his spear into the air to hit a few bats.

Successfully grabbing the Molotov, you only needed one more thing.

“Eddie! Please tell me you have some kind of lighter with you!” You shouted. Eddie blinks back, thinking. “In my jacket, left side pocket!” He replied. You thanked all the gods as you reached in the pocket of Eddie’s leather jacket, pulling out the lighter.

Then another bat came at you, biting down at your stomach as you let out a scream, dropping the lighter in the process. You could feel its teeth sinking in deeper as it chowed away at you, your blood darkening as it seeped through your shirt. “Get away!” You hear Eddie, grabbing the bat by the hand as he pulled it from you, slamming it onto the ground, scurrying away. “Shit, (Y/N).”

You shake your head, grabbing the lighter again, ignoring the pain in your stomach.

“Eddie, if I say run, run, okay?!” You said, clutching the Molotov with you as you tried to see if the lighter worked. “What about you?!”

“I’ll follow, I’ll throw these at them, hope to God it works, and when they scatter, we run, run as fast as we can to that house, okay?” You instructed, pointing at a much stable house not far away from where the two of you were as you hissed in pain. Eddie nods. “Do it! I’m getting sick of these bastards!”

You crouched, your thumb striking the lighter. It sparked, yet there was no flame. You tried again, nothing. “Hurry up, (Y/N)!” Eddie hollers.

“Fuck, give me a second!” You struggled, repeatedly striking your thumb onto the spark wheel. You were slowly getting frustrated, it didn’t help that you were also losing blood by the second. “Oh why won’t you fucking wo-“ You strike it again finally, there was a flame.

“Hah! Hah, oh my god.” You breathe in relief, immediately sticking the lighter to the towel. “Okay, get ready!” You said to Eddie. “Yep, come on!” He shouts.

“Come and get this!” You shout in anger, standing up and throwing it at them. Everything suddenly glowed a bright orange as the fire spread throughout the bats as they let out pained screeches. Then they scattered, avoiding the fire yet some were too late. Eddie watched as every bat that flew were either catching on fire or dropping to the ground. You sling your bag back on, absentmindedly grabbing Eddie’s hand. “Come on!” You tugged him as the two of you ran towards the target house.

“Jesus Christ that was…!” Eddie exclaims as the both of you ran. Your leg and stomach stung from the bite, leading you to tighten the grip on his hand a little bit as you lightly tripped, mind getting hazy. “(Y/N)? Come on, come on, I got you.” You hear Eddie says as he pulls you to stand again as the two continued to run.

Reaching the house, you scrambled to find a window that wasn’t covered by the vines. When you did, you slid it open, whimpering in pain as the wall grazed your stomach. Pushing yourself into the house, you landed in a thud. Eddie followed, once the two of you were in safely, he shuts the window and slides the curtains on.

The two of you sat against the wall, panting and whimpering heavily. Your lip quivering as the both of you narrowly escaped death. Letting out a shaky breath, you threw your head back and closed your eyes. Hoping the bats were burning, suffering. Your head pounded as your vision seemed to spin even with your eyes closed.

“Fuck me…” You hear Eddie say from beside you. “I- I thought- I thought I wasn’t going to make it.” He groans, looking down at his bloodstained shirt, wounds on his stomach hurting. Everything felt numb, every slight movement you make sent a jolt of pain throughout your wounds.

You laugh dryly, “You’re stupid for thinking that,” you breathe in. “I couldn’t let you.” You said, opening your eyes, looking at him.

He looks at you. “Why?”

You chuckle. “You have so much to live for, Eddie Munson. And I did promise you we’ll help in clearing your name, right?”

Eddie looks at you, there was silence between the two of you as the distant sounds of the demobats hurting sounded in the background. You stayed looking at each other. “Uh, thank you.” Eddie breaks the silence, looking down at his wounds and shaking his head as he lifted his shirt. “This is going to be one hell of a scar.”

“Believe me.”

The two of you went silent again, deciding to find a first-aid kit. Wanting to patch up the larger wounds that you and Eddie sustained. Thanks to the house you were in, there was indeed a first-aid kit laying around in the bathroom.

As you sat in the living room, avoiding the vines, you had patched up your wounds and now you were patching up Eddie’s.

He watched as your hands worked, he was biting down on his leather jacket to keep himself from screaming, only letting out little grunts as you disinfected the area, applying the gauze.

“I’ve noticed,” You began, Eddie breathes out as you left your own finishing touches. “Dustin really looks up to you, huh?” You asked as you finished patching his wound. “That kid…yeah, yeah, I guess he does.” Eddie said. “He’s a great kid, I promise you. You should’ve seen him together with Steve.” You laughed at the duo, but your smile turned into a thin line at the mention of Steve. Eddie tensed.

You shake your head. “Anyway, I’m done.” You smiled at him, moving away to let him see. Eddie’s hands reached towards his stomach. “Thank you.” Pulling his stained shirt down, he sighs. “You think their dead?” Eddie said, referring to the demobats. “I sure hope so.”

“We’re stuck here, then?” Eddie asked. “Looks like it, doesn’t hurt to wait a couple more hours…” You answered. He nods. Minutes felt like hours as you waited.

But then the sounds of something dropping was heard, a couple, actually. You and Eddie looked at each other. “What was that?” You asked, before he could answer, you were already standing up, sliding the curtain a few inches away so you could peek through the window.

“Holy shit.” You said.

“What? What happened? What is it? (Y/N)- (Y/N)!” Eddie frustratedly says as you unlocked the door, opening it. Eddie rushes to stand, clutching his stomach. “(Y/N)!” He whisper shouted, stepping out and walking towards you.

“Look.” You spoke. He obeys, looking around he spots the mass of demobats on the ground, dead.

“What the hell?” Eddie mutters. “You think they got Vecna?” You asked, hopeful.

“Seems like it.” Eddie said, not believing the sight in front of him before looking at you. “Should we go…back?”

You debated, things looked clear so far. “Yeah, let’s go back…just be careful.” You said. Eddie does back in the house to retrieve the spear along with the shield. You slung your bag over your shoulder.

“Ready?” You asked him. “Ready.” He replies, both of you started walking away, looking at all the demobat, some were burnt to a crisp while the others just looked to have dropped dead. The smell wasn’t great either as it had you and Eddie scrunching your noses.

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Returning to Eddie’s trailer, the two of you sat on the ground, breathing heavily. Then there was a loud thud and a groan. You and Eddie snapped your gaze inside.

“Ah, shit, that hurts.” Dustin was there.

“Henderson! I thought I told you-“

“(Y/N)! Eddie!” At the sound of your voice, Dustin’s head perks up, scrambling to get on his feet. “(Y/N)! Eddie! Oh, thank god it’s really you!” Dustin ran to the two of you, and in an instant, he bends down to hug the both of you tightly. “Op, op, op. easy there Henderson.” Eddie breathes out. You smiled, hugging Dustin back, but the closed space between you and Eddie made you feel something. Dustin pulls away, his smile bigger than before. “And you- Eddie, I didn’t like what you did earlier.” Dustin scolded him.

“To be honest, man, I didn’t either,” Eddie chuckled. “Thankfully, (Y/N) here came to my aid, thought we’re both going to be the main course of those assholes.” Eddie shows his patched up wound along with pointing at yours.

“Shit...” Dustin’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Yeah, shit.” You reply.

“You guys just about had me into having a full-blown heart attack back there.” Dustin sighs. “I’m glad you two are safe. And by the sounds of it, I think the other three are too.”

Letting out a breath, somewhere in you was relieved to find out that Steve was alright. He made it.

“Guys!” You heard someone shout from the distance. “Robin!” Dustin shouts back as you saw the trio making their way towards Eddie’s trailer. You and Eddie stood up, meeting them halfway. “How did it go?” You asked. “…He’s…” Robin trailed off.

“He disappeared.” Nancy said. “Wait what?” Dustin said. “How?”

“I don’t get it either, we burnt and shot his ass back there then he got thrown off the window, when we went to see him, he was gone.” Steve explained.

Before anyone could say anything, there was a loud booming noise, familiar to a clock chime. Vecna.

All of you looked at each other, this could only mean three things.

Vecna got Max. Four deaths. The last gate has been opened.

The ground beneath you rumbled as you braced yourself. “What the hell is happening now?!” Eddie exclaimed. “Get away, look!” Nancy said as bleaks of red through Eddie’s trailer glowed, his trailer cracked, the ground separating.

Losing your balance, your first thought was to grab somebody closest to you, that someone being Eddie. You backed away, pulling him with you as the ground shook immensely, sending you both to the ground as Dustin ran to take cover.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you as your face nestled on the crook of his neck, holding you tightly as the earthquake ceased.

Once it was over, you slowly pulled away from him, staring up into his eyes. “You alright?” He asked. “Yeah… sorry.” You apologize, sitting up when he lets you go. “Don’t be.” You caught him say before Steve spoke. “Everyone alright?”

“We’re good, man.” Eddie said as Dustin nodded.

“Guys… that doesn’t look too good.” Robin said, pointing at the reason for the earthquake. It stretched as far as all of you could see. No doubt it had already caused a massive damage in Hawkins.

“Oh man.” Dustin said.

The rest planned on how to get out of here now that there were massive gates connected to each other. You suddenly felt overwhelmed seeing Steve. You breathe out, stepping away from the scene, walking a few feet away. It dawned on you that all of you weren’t going to be experiencing things the same way now that the gates were complete. You held your head in your hands as you closed your eyes.

“Feeling any better?”

“No, honestly not. I feel like shit.”

Hearing them chuckle made you realize that it was Eddie, guess Steve still didn’t have the courage to face you, nor that he even planned to. And somehow, you find yourself being okay with that. Maybe it was time to move on. Maybe even he deserved to move on.

“When I come back there…do you think they’d still be chasing me with pitchforks and torches?” Eddie wondered, standing beside you. You laugh. “Hope not, look, if they do, I promise I’ll be the first one to defend you.”

Eddie turns a slight shade of red at that, would you really?

“Like, I guess I’ll chase them down too, with or without my crossbow.” You added. Eddie laughs. “Thank you, that means…a lot.”

“You said it yourself, right? Whatever happens, there’s no more retreating from Eddie the Banished.” Acting it out dramatically.

Eddie plays along, raising his fist to meet yours in a fist bump.

“No more.”

And that night signified a new blossoming relationship between you and Eddie. A friendship that Eddie hoped would soon become more as he wanted to get to know the real you better than anyone else can.

“Through thick and thin?” You asked. “Through hell and back.” Eddie said as the two of you turn back towards the rest of the team, planning your next move.

Earlier as you and Eddie engaged in conversation, Steve found his chest aching, not from the battle, but instead because of you. He watched as you smiled and laughed with Eddie. Steve knew he no longer stood a chance, he hated himself for letting someone like you slip off his fingers so easily. A sigh escapes his lips, looking down on the ground as Nancy, Robin, and Dustin talked.

There was nothing he could do to get you back. He wished there was, but what could he do? The damage was done. You were about to move on when he wished you wouldn’t. But how could he stop you when he hasn’t moved on himself?

Whatever happens now, Steve promised himself that as long as you were happy, he was happy. Even if it meant to hurt like hell.

ALTERNATE STEVE ENDING

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"And there you were..."

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Summary: You and Lucien decided to leave Rita's after discovering your mates kissing each other. With no reason to stay, Lucien offers you the comfort of his home and a glass of your favorite wine to help decompress the stress of both your mates. How could you say no?

This is for all my Lucien girlies❤️

Warnings: usage of profanity, sexual tension growing between Lucien and y/n, some fluff bc why not, sharing a bed, potential grammar and spelling issues

Word Count: around 3,350

Chapter 2: "Scream my name..."

As you and Lucien walked out of Rita’s, neither of you had noticed two pairs of eyes lingering watching you both leave after they heard Rhys’ commotion questioning Mor into oblivion about what the hell was going on. Mor had almost smirked at the fact that all it took was for you and Lucien to leave together to make Az and Elain both glance at y’alls receding figures. If it weren't for Rhysand in her face, she well would have. Even as Rhys is trying to get her to talk, she could not wait to tell you the plan had worked! Even if it was just a glance, it was still something! Small progress is still progress, right? Oh, she wishes she could have Feyre paint their reactions to you two leaving because it was priceless. Maybe Mor would and give it to you for solstice? But for now, she has a very upset cousin to deal with.

You and Lucien stopped at a local market to grab snacks and your favorite wine for your impromptu evening at his apartment. As you walk out of the market towards his place, Lucien can’t help but to ask about Azriel.

“So... The shadowsinger is your mate huh?” Lucien asks while tucking his hands in his front pockets glancing to your face as he asked you his question.

“Yeah... When I first met Az, it was when Rhys had offered me a room to stay in for a night. Rhys and I had quite literally run into each other a moment prior. I was traveling through the night court and was so distracted by the beauty that I ended up running right into Rhysand. I had knocked his freshly bought paint that he was planning to give Feyre all over us. I felt so bad that I kept offering to pay him for the cost of the paint along with his clothes, but he kindly refused. I had no mental shields back then, so he easily saw I was a nomadic traveler that had no place to stay or wash up. He offered me a room in his home for a night and a training over mental shields as payment, and I kindly accepted. I hadn't had a nice place to stay in such a long time. But, little did I know it would not be my peace and that my mate lived in the home I was about to stay at.” you said as you walked in tandem with Lucien down the streets towards his apartment.

“Always so generous that high lord. And, I assume you know who my mate is then?”

“That he is. And yes, I do. If you don’t mind me asking, why doesn’t she want the bond?”

“The same reason your mate doesn’t see yours... She’s too busy being enamored by him to try and pursue or explore things with me.” He finds a rock on the pavement to kick along as you two walk. Lucien kicks it towards you.

“At least she knows you’re her mate.” you shrug, kick the rock back, and Lucien chuckles.

“You have a point, and Azriel would know if you would just tell him.”

“Yeah, but would it change anything between us? Probably not. It would most likely end up like you and Elain if I told him...” Lucien stops and goes silent for a moment. “No offense of course!”

“None taken. How did we even end up in this mess? You and I both having mates who do not reciprocate any kind of feelings toward us because they like each other is almost ironic.” He laughs at this situation you are both in.

“You know now that you're saying it out loud, it is quite ridiculous.” You giggle. For a moment you had completely forgotten about Azriel and Elain. Lucien once again, being so alluring that you forgotten what you had just seen at Rita’s.

Lucien glances at you and finally takes in your appearance. Your cheeks start to turn rosy at the sight of his eyes trailing over your body. Your dress still leaving little imagination for Lucien. Your body grows hot from the sudden attention.

“He’s absolutely dumb as rocks for not looking at you tonight, because you look ravishing.” and gives you a playful wink.

“Lucien you're just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Y/n I kid you not, I truly mean it. You are one of the most beautiful females I have ever seen!”

“Thank you Lucien, that means so much more to me than you will ever know,” as you look into his eyes and smile at him. He stares at you, smiles and dips his head to say you're welcome before continuing.

“Almost there, it is right around this corner.”

“Perfect, because I am freezing and in dire of more alcohol. I am too sober for all this emotional shit,” you say as Lucien laughs at your comment and you both turn the corner.

“And we're here! Home sweet home!”

You walk into his apartment and your senses are engulfed by the smell of cinnamon sticks, crisp apples, cedarwood, and roasted chestnuts. It felt like home. Everything in his apartment felt so warm and welcoming. You sat down the groceries you had gotten on the center table near the living room couch, and slowly took in his décor. You were surprised everything looked so coordinated. His apartment was filled with warm colors like reds, oranges, and yellows. It reminded you of your brief stay in the autumn court. You wondered if that’s why Lucien decorated it this way. Maybe he had found a sense of belonging in those colors. While you were taking in his apartment, you hadn’t noticed him grabbing you a change of clothes to wear along with a warm woolly blanket.

“Here, these are for you to change into, and this is for you when you get cold later because I know you,” Lucien handed you the clothes and sat the blanket down on the couch. “The bathroom is through the hall on your left! Let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay, thank you!”

You started walking to the bathroom, the floor creaking beneath your feet as you opened the door. You stepped inside and quietly shut the door. You could hear Lucien in the kitchen popping the bottle of wine and pouring you both glasses, but what you forgot to realize is how you were going to take this dress off. After Mor’s last minute dress change, you had to call Nuala and Cerridwen to help you into it. You had not thought about how you were going to get it off. You slightly began to panic. “It’s okay... you can do this. It’s just a dress, can't be that hard right?” You tried to maneuver your arms into reaching the back of your dress but to no avail, Mor had to pick the most complicated thing you have ever seen. She was right though, this dress did look hot as fuck on you. You struggled a few times more before huffing and giving up. So, you had to do what you had to do...

“LUCIEN, I NEED HELP!” You could practically hear him sprinting down the hall to get to you in the bathroom. Without thinking he pushes the door wide open.

“WHAT IS IT? Are you alright?” His face scans you for any kind of injuries but finds none. The only thing he finds is you still in that damn dress that drove him crazy. “Why are you not in the clothes I gave you?”

“First of all, I could have been indecent. Didn’t your mother ever teach you to knock! Secondly, you see, as a male you would not understand this predicament, but I cannot get my dress off by myself. I need help unfortunately... I swear this is all Mor’s fault!”

Cauldron boil him... “So, you mean to tell me, you screamed my name to help you with your dress because you cannot do it yourself?”

“Yes...” you can hear Lucien sigh.

“There are much better ways to scream my name y/n and you know that but for the sake that you are quite literally stuck in that dress, I’ll help you. Turn around.” Your face turns hot at his comment, and you swat at his arm.

“LUCIEN! This is not funny!” he can't help but chuckle at your flustered state.

“Okay, okay, you being stuck in a dress is not funny. Got it! Now stop being stubborn and turn around so I can help.”

“No, wait! You have to close your eyes!”

“Y/n, how am I supposed to help you with your dress if I cannot see? Besides you act like I haven't seen you naked.” Again, your face betrays you as your cheeks turn bright red at the thought. You huff.

“Fine, okay you can keep your eyes open but no funny business Mr. Vanserra. I am watching you!” Lucien chuckles at how flustered he had made you and he is living for it.

You slowly turn your back to him and lock eyes with him through the bathroom mirror. Lucien takes the back of his knuckles and traces them delicately down the skin of your spine, almost like if you were made of glass and that you'd break at the slightest touch. His hand radiates so much warmth you must stop yourself from letting out a couple of sighs. The entire time he does this his eyes do not leave from yours through the mirror. His hand finally reaches the back of your dress, and he looks away to start undoing the claps. Thank the mother because his stare was driving you crazy. Each clasp he undoes, he makes sure to take his sweet time on. He doesn't miss the way your skin crawls with goosebumps at the slightest touch of his hands against your back. Gods, you had missed his fiery touch. It had felt like forever since he last touched you.

You slowly felt the dress getting heavier with each clasp undone. You could tell Lucien was near the end when your dress had almost slipped off your chest threatening to expose your naked breasts to him. Luckily, Lucien was too preoccupied to have noticed you trying to regather it back up for coverage. You couldn’t help but to selfishly think about turning around to look at him as your dress falls to the floor. Heat slowly began to warm your lower abdomen. You had to clench your thighs together in hope of Lucien not catching your growing scent of arousal. What would Lucien do to you if you did that? Would he pin you against the sink and truly make you scream his name? Gods you wished. Just then you caught a whiff of your scent. Damn your mind and body for betraying you! You were so worried about Lucien this whole time, when you should've been worrying about yourself. However, you decide that this is probably not the time to be thinking about such lewd things after what happened with Az.

As he was on the last clasp, Lucien couldn’t help catching your lingering scent in the air. You were going to be the death of him. He kisses the newly exposed skin of your back as his scent starts to slightly change and mix in with yours. Your head fell back as your eyes closed in anticipation. His eyes had wandered back to the mirror to see your eyes shut reeling in his touch as he peppered kisses up and down your spine. He marveled at this moment for a brief second before unclasping the last clasp of your dress. Your eyes met his as the last clasp was undone, and you let your dress pool to the floor as a test of restraint. For you or him, you didn’t know which. He held you gaze for a moment, never looking away from your eyes, before ghosting his lips on the nape of your neck.

“All done...” he whispered as he slowly turned around, shut the door, and walked away back to the kitchen. Cruel wicked male.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and tried to recompose yourself. Gods would drinking more wine be safe anymore after what just happened? You sighed and you picked your dress up off the floor and folded it as nicely as you could. You grabbed the clothes Lucien had given you to change into and started putting them on. Immediately you are swallowed by the musk of Lucien's clothes. It is almost overwhelming if it weren’t for the fact that you loved the smell of the autumn court male.

You laughed at yourself in the mirror as you looked and saw his t hanging so loose on you, it was practically a dress. But let's be honest, you loved it. You slowly opened the bathroom door and made your way out with your former dress folded nicely in your hands. You sat your dress down on the table and turned towards Lucien with a smile.

“So... how do I look?” and give him a twirl. Lucien looks at you and smiles. Gods, you looked even better in his clothes than in that dress but he wasn’t about to give in that easily.

“Like a little boy.” Lucien said with a playful gleam in his eyes.

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!” as you shake a finger at his face. He laughs.

“Fine... You look like a very cute little boy!” he says grinning from ear to ear loving the effects his teasing was having on you tonight. You instead stick out your tongue and give him that all too well known finger gesture. He is practically hurled over in laughter, but you just huff and plop yourself on his couch.

“Be useful and get this “cute little boy” more wine! I'm definitely too sober now.” He laughs again and it warms your chest. You cant help but to grin back.

“Are you sure you can drink wine? You look a little young to be drinking such adult drinks” as he grabs the wine glasses along with the bottle for refills later.

“LUCIEN, I WILL STRANGLE YOU IF I HEAR ONE MORE LITTLE BOY JOKE!”

“Okay, okay. Here’s your wine doll.” He hands you your glass with a smile, “You actually look even more beautiful now that you’re in my clothes.” As he sends you a wink before sipping some of his wine.

“Thank you...” you smile as you take a sip from your own glass.

“So, other than your mate being an enigma to you, what else has happened since I saw you last?” you both get comfy on the couch and sip on your wine.

You had failed to realize how long you and Lucien were apart. You told him about your travels through all the different courts, and he told you about his part in the war along with how he became a part of the night court. You both sat there and exchanged every story you could possibly think of, trying to catch up on every moment you missed together. Soon the stories turn into giggling. Neither of you could hold it together as one of you would say something slurred and the other could cry out in laughter. It was the wine-speaking now, but neither of you had minded. You both had forgotten what it was like to be in each other's presence. It was nice to rekindle old flames with your friend, but you had to be careful. Recatching old feelings would not be good for you with this whole Azriel situation. You looked out the corner of your eye to see Lucien trying to fight off a yawn.

“Oh, don't tell me my lil fox boy has grown tired of me?” as you slightly pinch his cheeks. He grins as he sees you also fighting off your own tiredness.

“Mmmm seems like my yawns are contagious then, because I could’ve sworn I saw you do one just now.” he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Okay, maybe I did. All this catching up and wine drinking has made me sleepy.” You decide to grab the blanket Lucien sat on the couch for you earlier this evening.

“I don’t blame you... Now if you excuse me, I am going to go change into something more comfortable, these clothes are killing me, and then we will call it a night.” he says as he sticks a finger in his collared shirt to loosen the neck and walks off still in the clothes he wore at Rita’s. You chuckle at his figure walking down the hallway to what you would assume to be his room. You don’t know how long he was in there, but you couldn’t wait any longer. Your eyes were too heavy, and you were too drunk to stop your movements down the hallway towards where Lucien disappeared. You find the door he dipped into and see it is cracked a smidge. You decide to knock, unlike Lucien earlier.

“Hey Lu? Can I come in?” No answer. “Lucien I’m really tired and I don’t know where you want me to sleep...” you slowly push the door open but put too much weight on it and tumble forward into his room. Unlike your knocking, Lucien heard you tumble and was at your side to catch you in a heartbeat. You let out a laugh. “Oh, I'm too drunk for this shit... I'm sorry, I only came here too-” you look up to see him in gray sweat pants, hair loose, and no shirt. Mother blessed this man too much! Oh fuck. Get me out of here.

“Y/n, you were saying something?” He looks down at you with mischief in his eyes knowing you couldn’t keep yours off his bare chest and gray sweatpants. Your eyes blink rapidly, and you shake your head trying to get that image out your mind but its seared its way in.

“Oh yes. I was just- um, why did I- OH! Where do you want me to sleep? I’m like minutes away from passing out on the damn floor!” Lucien laughs.

“You can sleep in here, and I can stay on the couch for tonight. Is that alright?”

“This is your bed and home Lucien. I can't let you sleep on the couch as I take your bed... it just feels wrong. I'll take the couch and you can keep your bed for tonight.” you say as you turn around to head back into the living room before you feel Lucien's hand around your waist stopping you.

“Y/n I swear to the mother, do not be stubborn and take the damn bed please. It’s too late for this, I promise you it’s okay! I insist.”

“I guess old habits never die. Always trying to get me in your bed Lu.” you smirk as you crawl in and wrap up in his silk auburn sheets. You thought his house and clothes smelled nice, but his sheets, his sheets were heavenly. You almost fell asleep then and there because it was so calming. Lucien walks over to you and kisses you on the forehead.

“Goodnight doll, I am truly sorry for your mates behavior tonight. Sleep well...” He turns around, turns out the lights, and is about to walk out the door but hesitates as he hears you say--

“Lucien wait-”

“Yes?”

“We’re both adults here, right?”

“Well one of us looks like a little boy, but yes. Why?” Lucien replied. You rolled your eyes at his playful remark from earlier.

“Adults can share a bed, and nothing has to happen.”

“Y/n are you saying you want me to sleep next to you?”

“Yes, I am. I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” you sigh.

“Always so persuasive... scoot over.” You open the sheets and scoot over in the bed to make room for Lucien. You feel the bed dip down as he crawls in. You both lay there for a moment reeling in that you two are sharing a bed again. The only difference is now the lingering heartbreak you both feel from your mates. You turn around to face Lucien and ask-

“Can I lay on your chest?” He doesn’t verbally respond but wraps his hands around your waist and softly pulls you closer to him. You lay your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, and look up at his face. You tuck a couple of stray hairs that had fallen in his face and tuck them behind his ears and say, “Thank you for tonight, Lucien. Elain is so lucky to have you, she just doesn’t know it yet.”

“Thank you doll, neither does Azriel. Now let's get some much needed rest. Goodnight,” said Lucien.

“Goodnight Lu,” as you rest your hand on his bare chest next to your head and you feel Lucien's arms tighten around you. You can't help but to feel so at peace in his presence, and neither can he, as you both fell asleep holding each other all night.

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kefiteria · 30 days

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Within The Whirlwind Of A Day.

character: Scaramouche (Wanderer) x Reader

tags: fluff, one shot!

summary: just you and scara walking back from the Zubayr Theater. Bantering with each other until scara decided to be vulnerable with you by the sidewalk.

🍨 A/N: I'm a sucker for SVT lyrics; they inspire me to write fanfics. Anyways, this fanfic is heavily inspired by my random imagination while repeating 'To You' by SVT for 3 hours ಠ◡ಠ! I also tried to incorporate this kind of thing: “[insert your dialogue here]." into the fanfic because I think everyone has different things they want to say to Scaramouche, so it's like an open space ehehe~

“Give me your hand.” Scaramouche's voice cut through the cacophony of the bustling crowd outside Zubayr Theater. His tone though snarly held an underlying urgency, a silent plea not to be lost amidst the sea of bodies. You chuckled, feeling the tug of his fingers around yours.

“There's no need to be nervous, I'm not a child.” you reassured him with the warmth in your voice betrayed your amusement. Despite your protest, Scaramouche's grip remained firm as he maneuvered through the throngs of people, navigating the chaotic streets with practiced ease. He couldn't afford to lose sight of you, not here, not now.

Weaving through the crowd, Scaramouche's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. His 'duty' demanded he keep you safe, but a part of him couldn't help but wonder why he cared so much. “What the heck am I thinking…?” he muttered under his breath, his features contorting into a mixture of frustration and self-disgust.

“Are you still thinking about the play we watched earlier?” you teased with a playful glint in your eyes as you nudged Scaramouche's side. “Here I thought you're not into such hopeless romantic stuff, especially when it's in a theater play.”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips despite his attempts to maintain his aloof demeanor. “Oh, please.” he scoffed, “I'm only here because you keep pestering me to accompany you, as if you've never set foot in Zubayr Theater before. Though, if I recall correctly, you were running around like a headless chicken the last time you were here.”

You chuckled at his teasing, well aware of his aversion to anything resembling sentimentality. “Yet you still insist on holding my hand to navigate through the crowd?” You raised an eyebrow, a playful grin dancing on your lips as you glanced down at his hand still firmly clasped around yours.

With a huff, Scaramouche released your hand, feigning nonchalance as he continued walking ahead. “Of course.” he muttered, his tone betraying a hint of embarrassment. “I was just… being cautious. That's all.” But despite his words, you couldn't help but notice the faint flush creeping up his neck, a silent admission of his true feelings.

Scaramouche's presence beside you brought a sense of comfort, his usual snarky remarks softened by the easy rhythm of your conversation. “You're grinning like a goblin counting coins now.” Scaramouche quipped, a playful glint in his eyes as he glanced at your beaming face. “What's got you all giddy?”

You chuckled, the memory of the theater play still fresh in your mind. “Just thinking about the play we saw earlier.” you admitted, the fondness evident in your voice. “It had that classic hopeless romantic trope, but there was something charming about it, don't you think?”

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow, a smirk quirking up the corners of his lips. “If you find that cute, then I suppose even the cheesiest lines would make your heart skip a beat.” he remarked teasingly, a hint of amusement coloring his words.

You shrugged, a playful glint in your eye as you nudged him lightly. “Hey, you never know.” you replied with a grin. “Sometimes it's the simple things that make life interesting.”

As the two of you walked closer to your home, the fading sunlight cast a warm glow over the familiar surroundings. Scaramouche's gaze wandered to the horizon, a subtle realization dawning on him that your time together for the day was nearing its end.

“To you…" he began, his voice trailing off slightly as he turned to you, a hint of hesitation in his tone. You raised an eyebrow in curiosity at his sudden shift in demeanor. “Huh? What's on your mind all of a sudden?” you asked, intrigued by the unexpected change in conversation.

Scaramouche's lips curved into a half-hearted smirk, his usual air of confidence momentarily faltering. “You keep on thinking about that stupid hopeless romantic play.” he remarked bluntly, his words tinged with a hint of annoyance.

Your eyes widened in surprise at his abrupt comment, caught off guard by his unexpected honesty. “Well, yeah, maybe I do… what's up with that?” you admitted with a chuckle, unsure of where he was going with this.

Scaramouche sighed, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he realized his slip-up. “I, uh, I mean…" he stammered, his words faltering as he struggled to find the right words. But before he could continue, you reached out, gently squeezing his hand in reassurance. “It's okay.” you said softly, a warm smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I'd love to hear your stories, too.”

“I still have a long way to go.” Scaramouche's voice broke the serene atmosphere, his expression clouded with uncertainty as he halted in his steps. You paused, turning to him, concern etched across your features as you waited for him to continue. “Enemies lurk around every corner, probably witch-hunting me, cursing my very existence. Karma's shadow looms, waiting to pounce when I least expect it.” his words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the dangers lurking around.

You reached out, gently resting a hand on his arm, offering him silent support. Scaramouche glanced at you, his gaze softened by the warmth of your touch. “Sorry…” he muttered, his tone tinged with vulnerability. “I didn't mean to burden you with my thoughts… I just wanted to express my gratitude, like in the play we watched earlier, but I ended up spitting out nonsense.”

“But… I… you…" Scaramouche stumbled over his words, his voice laced with uncertainty. “You gave me trivial happiness… handing me all the smiles in this world into my two empty hands…" He trailed off, a bitter chuckle escaping him as he shook his head in disbelief. “This puppet, artificial being…"

You held his hand gently, feeling the weight of his words echoing in the quiet stillness between you. As Scaramouche continued, his voice trembled with emotion, each word a testament to the depth of his feelings. “For me, who is out of breath...” he confessed his voice barely above a whisper, “you're the one I want to keep seeing, even as we're facing each other… even when there are no words left to say.”

You stood there, stunned by the raw sincerity of Scaramouche's words, his vulnerability laid bare for you to see. Despite the bustling city around you, the sidewalk suddenly felt like the most intimate of settings, as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you at this moment of shared honesty.

His gaze remained averted, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his admission. “So even when I'm winded on a steep path or even when I get lost on a cold day…" he murmured with his voice barely above a whisper, “you, who holds out your hands with warmth… I will always be grateful to you.”

Your heart swelled with emotion at his heartfelt confession, the depth of his gratitude washing over you like a gentle wave. It was a moment more beautiful than any scene in the play you had watched earlier, for it was real, raw, and undeniably genuine.

Stepping closer, you reached out, gently tilting his chin to meet your gaze. “[insert your dialogue here].”

Scaramouche's cheeks flushed with a deeper shade of crimson. Clearing his throat, he tried to regain his composure, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Well, aren't you full of surprises.” he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. “But don't expect me to get all mushy on you.”

You chuckled, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. “Wouldn't dream of it~” you replied, a playful glint in your eye. “But I'm glad we had this talk.”

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always---wrong · 2 months

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Okay, so I wanted to discuss the situation with Alastor, his canonical sexuality, and fans.

I have seen the two sides alot.

So one side ships Al with numerous characters and sees this as casual fun.

And the other thinks this is disrespectful cause he is ace, or Aroace.

(I believe that he is Aroace. His va said so, his character has shown no interest in romance, and Viv may have confirmed it at some point)

Now, I am sex repulsed ace and I'm aro. And I have strong opinions. Alastor is my favorite character in Hazbin Hotel, he is also the FIRST confirmed ace character I've seen. (This doesn't include subtly implied characters) Because Al is the first and I care for him he is very important to me.

My opinion is really mixed because on one side it's; yeah, it is a fandom, and fandoms ship. It's what they do. Its also kind a rude to judge someone for their favorite pairings and stuff, in my opinion.

On the other side though I'm hurt. I am a queer person with basically no rep. And I hadn't realized how upset I was by this until I saw discourse over this character. I had FORGOTTEN that it was possible to have confirmed canonical ace characters. I had gotten so used to that just being a head cannon. And not only just an ace character but also an Aroace character. And not just that but a seemingly non sex favorable ace character. I would even argue he is sex repulsed.

My real problem with all this is:

Yes, I KNOW ace characters can have sex. But do you know who else can? Literally every single allosexual character. I KNOW aros can date. But you know who else can? Everyone else. The appeal of ACTUALLY having characters with the same sexuality as me is that they would be like me. Cause I and other aces like me never, ever get stories like that. So many times in media I would be enjoying a character who had shown NO interest in sex/romance and would suddenly be partnered up with another just for the heck of it. This has happened SO many times it's not even funny. It's incredibly frustrating.

So, the point I'm trying to make is that; YES, there are aces who have sex. HOWEVER, a large number of us do not. And it's like everyone forgets that. Your not writing Alastor having sex with Angel cause your showing the vast spectrum of asexuality. Your most likely writing it cause it's sex between two hot characters. It's simply maddening.

(One thing I wanted to say was, despite the fact that Al is ace i don't think it's bad to find him attractive. He is very pleasing to look at so I understand allos finding him hot. However I'm not sure where I stand with people sexualizing him. I think I'm leaning towards, 'please don't do it'.)

Now, the worst thing though is when I'm looking for content to enjoy. When I found out Al was canonically ace I was so happy and excited. I'm pretty sure this situation wouldn't make me nearly as frustrated if it weren't for the overwhelming amount of sexual content for Al. Some would be fine. I could just scroll past it if this were the case. But it is not. Content for Al is MOSTLY sexual. That's why I don't believe people when they keep saying they aren't invalidating aces because almost every time I go looking for a fic I have to scroll for HOURS just to find few non ship fics.

I can't even use the Asexual Alastor tag because all that does is bring me to a bunch of fics where the author is like 'he's ace trust me,' then proceeds to write smut.

Why can't I even use a tag made for aces without being drowned in smut. It's so frustrating! Like I'm getting to a point where I wish the authors would stop using the tag and openly admit they made him not ace for the story. Like I know your trying to not throw away his canonical sexuality but I mean at this point I think it'd be better if you did. And if someone is going to write sex favorable ace Al then please leave it to the aces. I trust us to at least weave it into his character instead of stating it and acting like it's there when it's not.

So basically: I don't mind if you ship him, just don't say he's ace or Aroace if your neither of those in ship/smut content. I'm sick of trying to find content that isn't sex/romance in Aroace tags!

I don't want to judge people for liking a ship. But I'm really tired.

ON A DIFFERENT NOTE, I would love to see content with Al and Lucifer. Like them hating each other to like frenemies. It would be so funny.

Anyone have any platonic content with Al and the rest of the cast???

#aroace #alastor #hazbin hotel #asexual #aromantic #fandom

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somethinginworl · 11 months

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He would not fucking say that - Kirby franchise edition (Results)

Well! Seems like a lot of people had a lot to say about mischaracterized Kirby characters, as a matter of fact, there were a whooping 57 entries! Well, let’s get going with them, shall we? Just,,, beware that this is a LOOONG post.

Haltmann

The dude 100% did fucked up shit and needs to be held accountable but people seem to so easily forget the degree he was influenced/corrupted by Star Dream. I don't understand why people hate Haltmann and love Star Dream who is arguably the actual reason HWC started colonizing and draining planets. Also the fact that Haltmann isn't conventionally attractive to the majority of the fandom makes him less sympathetic ig?? But the dude is a grieving father who made mistakes that sent him down a spiral into being corrupted and then deleted by a heartless machine. I can't help but pity him

Prince Fluff

Go on ao3. Look in his tag on tumblr. He exists only to be Kirby or Shadow Kirby's love interest most of the time, with no personality of his own.

He barely gets recognized anymore, and if he does, it's usually as a ship Prince Fluff was a big part of my childhood, with Epic Yarn being my first game. To me, he was Kirby's fellow main character, and they had a cool sibling/best friend relationship. But now, a lot of what I see of him is just . . . Kirfluff. Which is cool and all, but man's a prince! He can do more than be a boyfriend! Heck, he runs an entire kingdom by himself! One thing that I want to see more of is Fluff as a stressed but caring ruler, not just a sidekick/boyfriend to the pink puff. Give yarn boy his deserved appreciation!.

Dark Meta Knight

Hello! I am here to spread the good word of a character with no personality. It's the mirror thing. Of course. Dark Meta Knight has No Personality. Zero. Nada. Zilch. He's Meta Knight but Dark. What does that mean? Your guess. He fights Meta Knight. And wins lmao skill issue blueboy. And fights Kirby. And loses a few times, which isn't surprising. He was dumb enough to split Kirby in four, though. Four times the Kirby is four times the amount your ass is grass. You're practically a forest at that point because you're so grass. So he's violent and has no personality outside of being violent. Woo! Triple Deluxe has him attack Dedede in Dededetour inside the Mirror. This has led people to think he fucked over Sectonia. This makes my heart bleed as much as Taranza probably did when he was punted off of Royal Road via Fuck You Lightning Ball. My man just has no sense of timing,,,, They just wanted to include a Meta Knight battle because Knight Battles are a Kirby standard at this point,,, You think a man that stupid can figure out how to take advantage of a woman's insecurity? I don't even know if he knows women exist. How many female Amazing Mirror characters are there??? Boxy??? Moley mentions having a wife once and Dameta doesn't know what he means. But other than being driven to immense violence and being scapegoated for the stuff his boss probably did, Dameta has other hobbies! Like whatever his motivation in Star Allies is. Something dastardly, I'm sure. People really like to pretend he's not part of the Star Ally club when my man is doodling with toddlers and posing with his less cool less edgy self. Would a villain have a silly little we heart kirby statue? No, didn't think so. Also I cannot imagine him as a dad to Shadkirby either. Do they even interact? I've seen both "Amazing dad" and "Outright abusive" as interpretations and I can't go with either. But I think that's because I don't enjoy Metadad that much. They're like awkward coworkers. He thinks they're student and mentor. They're not even that. Dameta barely knows Shadow exists.

Dark Meta Knight is very popularly characterized as like an abusive parent, usually physically abusive. Mainly to Shadow Kirby, of course. He's an asshole, yeah, but not THAT bad, christ. I've seen multiple fics where Shadow Kirby is some poor little hey what t the fuck hes fighting himself. um. Back to being a hater.

Shadow Kirby

Some folks still think he's shy/cowardly like from the Amazing Mirror Days. Not really true anymore. From what fans have seen from the ending of the game, he does protect the Mirror World. As for the spin off games that include him, he's pretty tough and even creates mischief sometimes.

Shadow Kirby is constantly treated as an "evil" Kirby. Especially bad after Fighters and fighters two. Not to mention "Parallel Kirby". There's also a strangely common trend of making them more sapient than pink Kirby, who tends to be infantilised to hell and back. Shadow Kirby also is often treated as a complete coward who can't do anything right, when they aren't called evil.

He's shown as completely different in several different occasions, not only in personality but in design I like shadow kirby he's purple and then he's not

Dark Taranza

Dark Taranza, gonna be honest what little characterization people give him are actually okay compared to the rest. But I'm still a hater and hang on im watching jerma clips. okay. He's like Sectonia if Sectonia was Taranza if that makes sense.

Shadow Dedede

Shadow Dedede barely gets shit but I'm going to be a little hater anyways. I don't like most characterizations. I see people make him like a dictator like bro he's literally just some guy.

Sectonia

have you seen how often people say that sectonia and taranza were boyfriend and girlfriend in canon?????? they were never!!! shes the gosh dang final boss but shes only ever used to give taranza angst. she is her own person with a personality!!!! yes their backstories are interconnected but gosh!!!!

This not too prominent but I can't stand it when people portray her as an uwu shy girl pre-corruption. While she gave in her worst aspects, she was probably always a kind of vain, girlboss! I mean she knows how to fight with rapiers c'mon!!!

idk it just feels like lots of people just see her as Taranza's tragic dead wife and like nothing else you know? like she is more than that and I feel like what little content we have of her proves that (like the soul boss descriptions (especially the original japanese text of the 2nd phase!!) and the eternal dream song) - or maybe im reading too much into those because im hyperfixating on my blorbo whoops

Kine

I'm not sure how true this opinion is considering how little people talk about Kine, I feel this is partially the anime's fault, or maybe its because of how he just looks, but Kine is cool and is not some stupid loser fish. Before the days of Crystal Shards, Him, Kirby, Rick & Coo were the dream team at the time, always hanging out going, with various activities long before the days of Meta Knight or even Dedede. Kine is an awesome aquatic rep for the Kirby series not to mention drinking and being a pirate and Kine even has a Wife! Kine has got it! I guess this is a partial compliant of Ship of Theseus which can be applied with Rick & Coo too, but I feel Kine gets the most hate if any because of people who are unfamiliar just see a dopey fish and are unaware of his origins and his past with Kirby. I'm not upset with the current representation of the Kirby cast (I love the RTDL team being the main crew) but I do hope the animal buddies get some more love, Especially Kine.

Dedede

reduced to his significantly less in-depth and compelling characterization from the anime

Anime Dedede.

Magolor

one time i read a series of fanfictions where he called every female character in the story a bitch and was portrayed as the good guy in the story

Is it possible to both be flanderized and woobified at the same time? There is a lot of "removing his responsibility for his actions" but can we get better jokes than "hehe Microtransgolor hehe scammer egg”

Always an uwu soft boy. Like no that is a criminal not a catboy.

Bro would never be intimidated by Magolor

Marx

People either portray him as a edgy sociopath or constantly bored and annoyed. Portraying him as an adult or a teen kinda annoys me as well. I'm very picky about portrayals of Marx so don't get upset if you portray him as one of these I've listed.

Sometimes I see people only joking about the "hungry so he came along" thing with Marx and it's pretty overdone

They took one look at him and said “to the insane asylum bitch”. I don’t think he’s some crazy murder hobo rather a dude with questionable morals and puts his own mischief and fun before others it seems. Though Marx is indeed one of the least “character” characters when I mean he doesn’t have much depth in comparison to other characters. But you could do anything else than have him follow the Jevil path of him being crazy. Make him evil? Sure. Make him a cringefail idiot? Sure. Make him a crybaby bitch? Go ahead. But making him the definition of what a 14 year old white girl in New Jersey that probably is addicted to Instagram and thinks Webtoon comics are the highest level of art and storytelling’s definition of insane doesn’t cut it cuz. Slapping the spaz label without a thought of what’s being done on a character who fits the mark makes the Schizoid peeved who coulda known. As this is all coming from the one person who has likely ruined Marx’s character the most for Kirblur by making him a somewhat empathetic manchild who clings to both pipe dreams of normality and being a monster btw. (Also this doesn’t mean jokes, you can joke about him being a psycho like Jerma it’s when it’s taken 100% seriously is when it’s bad). Also to add on, Woobification of Marx or any Kirby character period CAN be annoying if taken too far. I take full responsibility in the fact my variant is also woobifed to an extent but that train full of ticking bombs doesn’t bother me as much. Make him sadcry and be gay he deserves both those things. Send him to sad hell with the rest of them.

To the anon above... What?

Making him stupid or reducing him to just Silly Clown. Or just having him act in purely impulsive or spontaneous ways (which sometimes happens when juxtaposed with a more "collected" character like Magolor).

Daroach

this is something i’ve noticed specifically in chatfics, but when daroach is in the ensemble some of them tend to designate him as the Goofy Meme Dumbass for… idk, fandom quota? i really don’t know why it happens because he has a bunch of canon dialogue (and alternate continuity stuff like the novels) that show him to be cool and clever. i’m not saying he can’t have a sense of humor or anything (he’s definitely the type to have a bunch of quips), but it sucks when he’s mischaracterized because the fandom doesn’t give him that much attention as is. if you NEED a silly haha guy, marx is right there!”

Morpho Knight

"Morpho Knight is a creature of mercy. It's a benevolent entity putting tired souls to rest." NO?! I'm going to copy-paste some stuff I put in a post of my own. A while back, SYZekrom on Reddit translated Morpho Knight's entry, and it contains some... interesting information. Allow me to provide some excerpts. "He’s a red knight with butterfly wings, continuing from a pair of white wings like an angel’s, and a pair of azure wings with a bit of an evil feel." This is the first of two instances where Morpho Knight is outright stated to be evil. There's also stuff in the art book that supports my theory that Galacta and Morpho are permanently fused and the former is not dead, but I don't want to get carried away. These are its gacha figure descriptions in Forgotten Land: "The fluttering fiend that casts judgment upon final battles is drawn toward the isolated isles of Forgo Dreams. There, it feasts on the most powerful soul it finds and takes the fearsome form of a scarlet-clad knight… Let the most challenging battle of this new world begin!" –English "One of the dreaming birds, which are said to pass judgement upon decisive battles, drifts towards a forgotten, isolated isle as if summoned. There, it sips upon the strongest Soul and descends as a red knight. Finally, welcome the dusk… of the deadliest battle in this New World!" –Japanese While at first glance there doesn't seem to be any information of note, the "fluttering fiend" bit in the English version is outright stating Morpho Knight is evil, and the phrase "he deadliest battle in this New World" doesn't sound particularly heroic. But I digress... Morpho is NOT a good person! This is clearly leading up to a villain vs hero confrontation! Which, may I add, implies that reaping Galacta Knight wasn't necessarily a good thing for it to do?!

Elfilis

elfilis is NOT entirely malicious. they would gladly accept hugs and kisses. being in a fucking capsule ALONE and AWARE for likely CENTURIES will DO SOMETHING TO YOU YOU KNOW?? god fucking DAMN dude... and after the ending of the true arena in the game, WILLINGLY GAVE THEMSELF UP TO ELFILIN. also they're not fucking DEAD you PSYCHOPAYHS elfilis is STILL VERY MUCH ALIVE!!!!!!! RUUAAAGGGH!!!!!!!!!!

Susie

Being Evil or being a Sad uwu girl who has had bad things happen to her seems to be the only way most people can portray this character.

Susie isn't a friend. She's selfish and wanted to take over the company. Her "redemption" is pointing Kirby at the world-ending machine, gives him armor, and then stands around. She doesn't even know his name. The closest she does for good is tell Kirby to do something he would've done on his own.

My girl really became the subject of hate thanks to a mistranslation. I mean yeah she likes robots and shit but the fact that people think she is a terrible person and that she's still colonizing planets makes me upset. i blame the translation team for everything.

When people say she has fully redeemed herself and is reduced to cishet, pretty girl??? Like no, star allies mistranslation my ass you fell for her corporate propaganda. The female characters in this franchise, while lovable, is not nearly as popular as a lot of the male ones. HAL literally gave us a morally grey girlboss who we can still sympathise with. She actually feels like a very real character in this fictional world.

You Know How People Are About Her

she's not even my blorbo!!!!!! everyone thinks she's a huge evil bitch who has done terrible genuinely unspeakable things. i read a fic that went on and on abt the horrible things she "did" to meta knight when he was mechanized (things so bad i cant even say) and i was pulling my hair out she did not fucking do any of that!!!! yes the universe can have pretty dark moments but good lord people only use her to woobify meta knight and give fuel to ship him with others and it pisses me off lol. or people go too far the other way and woobify HER to ship with him and aughhhh no one has a shred of media literacy. she's not purely good or purely evil she's such a complex character who did bad things because she was in a bad situation and the best example of a morally grey character who's on no one's side but herself and that will always be more interesting that 100% good or 100% evil. once again she's not even my blorbo but i've never seen a character butchered this badly by a fandom

Because of mistranslation (from what I've heard) Susie's whole mechanizing planets has been the number one thing when it came to susie hate and the only reason as to why people hate this girl so much. Honestly Susie's character has been fucked up immensely and no one has such a divided spread of opinions like she does. Some people brush away her backstory and make her a soulless being with no love whatsoever.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Susie Haltmann. I cannot with the fandom interpretations anymore. It's ridiculous how bad they've gotten. Susie is a two dimensional character. I absolutely despise seeing people portray her as some sort of greedy capitalist bastard and "the one with the braincell". In canon, she's consistently been portrayed as a sweet person (with a knack for violence, but EVERYONE in this series is like that). Everything bad she did in Planet Robobot was FOR WORK and the will of HER FATHER, and even if she did want to do the things she did, she's clearly not doing them any more. The "mechanizing planets and peoples" line in Star Allies is a mistranslation. And the "punishing savages" doesn't have to mean anything bad. It could mean she's punishing evildoers with her money and resources. In fact, I've seen some translations put it like that And Meta Knight... is just the straw that broke the camel's back. Oh lord. Why does everyone insist that he hates her? There's the little scene in Star Allies... but god, that isn't canon, it's clearly a joke. If anything, Susie might have been trying to talk to him and he was just trying to avoid her in a misinterpretation of the situation. It's supposed to be funny. Why are you imposing this onto people like this automatically makes Susie a devil incarnate and anything involving those two characters in problematic? Just shut up.

Meta Knight

Everyone thinks he’s just the ‘edgy character’ or ‘the uncaring mentor figure’ while in actuality he really does care for Kirby (and Bandana Dee) more than anyone gives him credit for!

Everyone either makes him all broody and lonesome, like shadow the hedgehog or batman; or they make him a goofy dad, like Dedede or Hugh Neutron. In reality, he's a weird uncle with unknown motivations, simultaneously selfish and practical. Also, he doesn't hide the fact that he likes sweets, he eats them away from everyone so no one steals them (Dedede and Squeak Squad).

He's not Kirby's fucking dad! He's an irresponsible uncle that hands out swords! And he is definitely in love with dedede, he is the only other dramatic bitch willing to build a skyscraper to beat up kirby (I am using intense anger for comedic effect)

HES A FUCKING TWINK ASS FRUITY ASS MOTHERFUCKING CRINGEFAIL MAN. HE NEEDS TO HAVE HIS PERSONALITY INTERPRETED AS BOTH THE MANGA AND THE GAMES. YES HE IS MYSTERIOUS BUT HE ALSO WOULD TRIP AND FALL OVER HIMSELF. I NEED STAR ALLIES KICKING SWORD PISSED. I NEED MANGA ROSES BITCHASS META. I NEED THAT PARTICULAR VERSION OF MY BOY meat knight RIGHT NOW. meta knight is cringefail. half of the fandom agrees the other half does not. im explode.

He wants to look cool so bad but he is actually a huge fucking goofy goober. Any representation of Meta Knight being a badass is propaganda made by Meta Knight himself to convince you he’s cool. I mean have you seen his RTDL Deluxe pause screen description? King Dedede’s and Bandana Dee’s are in first person, but his is in third person? He’s literally talking about himself in the third person like hello????? Meta Knight is such a fucking lame goofy little man who thinks he’s the most badass motherfucker on the planet.

To fair this has been less common lately but back during 2014-2016 MK was usually portrayed in fanart/fanfic as either this wise veteran or cold edgelord. He is just an unhindged!!! Silly!!! Guy!!! He can be cool and cringefail!!! But he is also compassionate in his own aloof, awkward way!!!

i am not a big fan of the metadede ship. i think people are shipping for the sake of having a ship and nothing else. As someone with a severely underrepresented orientation (aromantic and asexual), when I see a character I like, I will project onto said character. This is the case with my interpretation of Meta Knight. I saw a cool character that I liked who a) doesn’t have any canon love interests and b) didn’t really need a whole ton of friends/significant others to be happy with life. Meta Knight always seemed to be perfectly content with the friends he has on Popstar and his crew and everyone in the anime, so I looked to him for hope that I could live the same way. I was open to the metadede ship at first, but as time passed, I felt less and less comfortable with it. It seemed to me that people were so hungry for gay ships that they just pulled this one out of thin air courtesy of Kirby Fighters 2, which is to my knowledge the only piece of media that somewhat supports this. Why can’t people just be happy with MK and Dedede being friends or frenemies? I’m probably starting drama with this bc I know how popular metadede is on Tumblr so I apologize for upsetting you if that is the case. But I also feel that I shouldn’t apologize just because I have a different opinion.

I dislike how "pathetic" the fandom has made him out to be. I don't like it when he's portrayed as overpowered but... "pathetic, whiny manlet" could not be further from the truth. How did we get to that?

Kirby

Often people make Kirby more dependent on others than he actually is. He's an extremely independent person that literally cannot be stopped by anyone who tries to get in his way

ik its been covered to death but matpat made that video about how kirby is evil and completely ignored the themes of friendship and kindness that are present throughout the entire series

dude hes not a baby. he drinks in the manga adukt kirbies are a fine interp god. and hes not a godkiller or some shit he just fights for his friends hes not some terrifying monster kirby is literally just some friendly guy. strong yeah but just some guy. he fights strong entities incidentally lol

The anime portrays them as a literal infant, and due to its overprevalence (despite not being in the same stream of canon as the games), this is often their characterization in the fandom. Canonically, they indeed are a child (at most, they'd probably be a teen in the modern games), but they are old enough to talk, and they demonstrate a high amount of emotional and even technical intelligence.

Admittedly, this is one that usually only happens to people outside the fandom, but it bugs me when people portray Kirby as a sort of immoral monster who only does good things on accident. When it’s quite the opposite! He may not be incredibly bright, but he does his best to help people. Oddly enough, there’s not many cases of “he would not say that” in the fandom for me because of how loose Kirby’s story is. It is lore heavy but the actual characters aren’t super concrete save for a few and I think that’s perfectly fine

People forget that their air bullet!! is an attack!! its literally one of their only ways of dealing damage in DL1!!! I’m looking at you Smash Bros!!! Why isn’t it their nair?????????

making them a toddler who cant speak for themself

I swear everyone outside of the fandom sees Kirby as either a braincell infant or a merciless force of mass destruction

Taranza

WHAT DIDN'T THEY DO!?!?!? Taranza, as we see him in Triple Deluxe, is such a fun villain. He's dramatic, arrogant, a total suck-up to Sectonia, and it's so. Fucking. Good. He's a devious bastard, he monologues!!! His animations in the Clash games are so fucking campy and dramatic it's chefs kiss!!!! Fanon Taranza is as plain as white bread. Sometimes as pale as it, looking at some of the gijinkas. No shade though! As little shade as there is melanin in him lmAO- He is flanderised to hell and back. There are so. Many. Fucking. Taranzas who happen to be nothing but sad and weepy about his evil dead wife. Where's the bite!!! The pizzazz!!! Even in canon, when he is a bit of a wet sack later on, he still hunts for an altar he can bring her back on. My boy's a wannabe necromancer!!! Write that shit in your lost lenore Sectonia fic you fucking cowards Queen's Phantom ain't just for show. The above is also evidence for woobification! The fucker is obviously sad his crush is dead! But can we pleeease focus on anything else. This is definitely not targeted at Hal Labs. Imagine being woobied so hard your creators backtrack your personality I would just die. "Ehehe he's the responsible mage!!" No the fuck he isn't he can't be trusted with anything he tries take control it WILL blow up in his face. He knows magic he's good at magic but is he responsible??? Fuck no my man's strongest attack is "Blow myself the fuck up via a giant burst of magic" and it shreds. Even worse is the "Taranza got mind-controlled by Sectonia" theory in tandem with this. That wasn't confirmed right. Right. God I hope not that would be embarrassing. He can't even have a moment to realise his devotion has gone too far and she doesn't love him or even care for him, and he has to finally make that decision to free himself from her like ain't that cool!!! And then making him all sad over her afterwards it's just a Little Fucked if you're tryna put it all together eh. Eh. And he's not suuuper objectified (That usually goes to Seccy rest in piss girlie) but the way he's treated in some ships is. Eugh. Fucking Magoranza amirite he's basically there to look responsible and cute (I've already explained my issue with this) and to fix the tortured soul who is Magolor (I do not like Magolor. Nor Magoranza.) Tbh Sectaranza does the same he's there to be tragic because his girlie's dead. When you give him less personality than the dead cardboard cutout you know you fucked up. Anyways these ramblings are here to remind you what Hal Labs stole from us: Taranza but not a TOTAL saddo. Theatre kid Taranza. Arrogant prick. He's even British.

For the anon above me, I just wanted to say that this entry is probably my favorite and lives rent free in my mind.

I'm definitely guilty of it and it's all we have to go off of but PLEASE he needs more than to be Sad. Give him hobbies and interests that aren't just gardening, at least. Make stuff up about him, please!

So, SO many people make him an absolute crybaby over Sectonia. Even though, yes, he has grief problems, it's not his whole freaking personality. Pretty sure they're forgetting the fact that he LITERALLY HELPED KILL HER.

Taranza is not just a little pathetic guy!! He’s a bitch— a little schemer if you will !!! He’s smug—he’s formal—he’s a little fucker!!! Taranza needs a new partner and that partner is me

Oddly enough I do think people make him out to be a bit too much of a goody two shoes. Like he has done some mean things in the past and it wasn’t all Sectonia’s fault, he literally *stole* the Dimensional Mirror after all. Don’t get me wrong I think he’s a good person in the end, but cmon. He has committed crimes

Taranza in some corners of the fandom has kinda been turned into this forever crying baby who can never recover from losing Joronia and like, I never see people who do that write about the recovery and being able to move on to the final stage of grief.

HE IS NOT A SIMP, MY GOD

Everyone needs to stop reducing him to pathetic simp. He is allowed to grieve but he's probably one of the more mature characters within the series???

People disregard everything else about his character to make his tragic relationship with sectonia his only character trait. Not sure if this quite counts as woobifying since he does canonically still mourn her (and obviously seeing a close friend/crush go down the path of self destruction and ultimately die from it WOULD NOT be something you'd get over quickly). But I'm so tired of taranza in fanart and the like being an uwu softboy with Crying as his main character trait. Like he's canonically more than that! He goes full cocky villain mode when you confront him near the end of triple deluxe and he can pack a punch in star allies with his magic! If you're going to write about him prove that you don't just know about the guy from twitter artwork!

And here’s a graph!

Anyways, thanks everyone for your submissions! What I’ve learned here is important: We’re all fucking delusional.

#I'm going to fist fight the Tumblr editor #Kine anon Ily #Kirby #Rambles #Long post

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Chapter 8 The worlds a little blurry

Chapter 8 of Sugar

A/N- I’m not saying to keep the training scene with Satoru in mind, but do it because it will come into play later?

Warning- Swearing, fluff, ANGST!!!, VIOLENCE, Blood and gore, death, spoilers, long chapter.

Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader, Choso x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode- Half of 2x05

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*A YEAR LATER. 2007*

“Here we go!” Shoko exclaims before she and Suguru hurl school supplies at your brother. And of course, only the eraser hits his forehead, whilst the pencil Suguru threw stops because of Satoru’s infinity.

Which is ridiculous by the way, he’s much harder to torment with his infinity on all the time nowadays.

“Yeah, it’s working,” Satoru says as he grabs the floating pencil.

“Ugh,” Shoko groans. “What the heck was that?”

“Automatic selection of targets for your Jujutsu technique?” Suguru questions from behind you.

Satoru nods. “Yup. Though, to be precise I’m the target for the technique,” he explains, making you sigh out of boredom and lean back against Suguru’s legs.

Why does your brother want you here again? To watch him show off? It’s really annoying when he doesn’t explain things right off the bat.

“I’ve automated what I used to do manually,” he continues to say. “Now it can discern an object's danger level based on the strength of its cursed energy, its mass, its velocity, and its shape. I’d like to get it to discern poisons, too, but that’s still proving to be difficult. This will allow me to keep my Limitless technique active almost perpetually with minimal resources.”

“Having it perpetually active will fry your brain,” Shoko points out exactly what you worried about when he told you a couple days back.

“But I can also keep running the reverse cursed technique with the energy I generate on my own,” Satoru explains to her exactly what he told you. “So I’m constantly giving it a fresh brain to work with. I’d already been working on shortening my hand seals. That’s nailed now, too. So I can also activate multiple instances of Blue and Red simultaneously. The only remaining hurdles are Domain Expansion and teleportation over long distances. I should be able to get that down if we set up some courses without any obstacles in Jujutsu High. Shoko,” he calls out and leans forward. “Could you lend me some lab rats?”

“Uh…” she questions. “Well, you have y/n here.”

You furrow your eyebrows and throw your hands up slightly to retort. “Hey!”

Shoko snickers and you roll your eyes before you then shoot your brother a smirk. “What about my cursed technique? Will you learn to protect yourself against me?” You tease him. “With the right amount of power I could definitely break through your infinity.”

Satoru turns his head towards you and tilts his head down before he scoffs. “As if,” he counters smugly. “You’d never be able to hurt me.”

You don’t let that tear you down, you actually grow smug too. “I don’t know man, the air definitely can. I am getting stronger.”

So much so that just last week you got assigned to a mission with your brother, and Yaga says you’ll get assigned to more together because he says your techniques work well together. Which must mean something because the only way your brother and you get assigned to missions together is for the rare group missions you get assigned to.

You still are getting assigned with Nanami and Haibara because you are in the same class, and your teamwork is absurdly well. But it does seem like you’re finally growing strength wise.

It makes you wonder what your parents think about it?

“Well we’ll see won’t we?” Satoru counters your comment. “That’s actually why I asked you to be here,” he finally reveals. “I need you to hit me with your cursed technique.”

You pull your shades down and grin at him. “Oh? You should’ve said that from the beginning!” You exclaim and push yourself away from Suguru to summon air to your hand as you raise it to get ready to lash at him.

However, he throws the eraser at you as he interjects. “Not yet, idiot.”

You pout with disappointment and watch the eraser fall at your feet.

“Suguru,” Satoru calls out next. “Have you lost weight? You okay?”

Your smile fades at the sound of his comment, and when you peer back at your boyfriend you frown with pity. He looks exhausted—well you’ve noticed that he’s looked exhausted for a while now. Just like you’ve noticed that he’s lost weight too.

You like to think it’s just overwork, getting assigned to missions alone must be exhausting, but the truth is you’ve noticed that something has been wrong with Suguru a couple of months after Toji Fushiguro killed Riko; after you entered that damn non-sorcerer cult who cheered over the death of an innocent girl. At first it was subtle signs like sleepless nights, things that you told yourself not to worry about, stuff he told you not to worry about. But he then began to grow distant with your friends, with you. He often lacked motivation, he didn’t show affection, and if he did it almost felt forced, like it cost him a lot of energy.

Suguru also smiled a lot less, and his eyes…his dark eyes have begun to look dull. You try and try to make him feel better, you try to help him in any way you can without pressuring him, but he keeps pushing you away. He’s like a…fading light at the end of a tunnel, no matter how much you want it to reach it, the light grows smaller and smaller.

It hurts, it really does, but he’s not accepting help, so you’re respecting his choice and just trying your best to be there for him in the best way you can. You love him after all. You don’t want to give up on him.

“It’s just heat fatigue,” Suguru assures Satoru. “I’ll be fine.”

“Did you eat too much somen?” Satoru asks cluelessly. Which leads you to wonder if he’s finally noticed Suguru’s distance too. You have brought up your concern for Suguru, but Satoru brushed you off saying Suguru was just exhausted. You’ve never tried since. Especially because as of late Satoru is often busy. Being the strongest comes with a lot of responsibility after all.

You just hope Suguru will feel better soon, that he’ll let you help him at the very least.

“Anyway, y/n, hit me.” Satoru calls for your attention, but you let your eyes linger on Suguru.

He seems to notice and meets your gaze, so you offer him a soft smile. Suguru blinks in surprise before he gives you a faint half smile before he looks away again and loses his gaze on Satoru.

It makes you want to embrace him, give him a small peck, or pull him aside, but your brother steals your attention again. “Hit me with something small, something normal.”

You swallow back before you sigh and return your attention to your brother. “Define normal?” You pick on his comment since it makes no sense.

“Just hit me with your air whiplash,” he explains in annoyance. “Something not too strong, just something you use on, uh, low curses.”

You blow out air and effortlessly summon air to form on your palm, causing the dirt and dust on the ground to pick up softly.

“Okay,” you warn your brother. “Here it goes.” You then proceed to fling your wrist. And just as the orb leaves your hand you manage to maneuver it into a curved line that you lash out at him instead.

But of course the air doesn’t even touch him, it breaks apart around him and flutters away.

“See you can’t touch me,” Satoru rebuttals with a cocky smirk.

You scoff with discontent and stand up. “Okay, all powerful sorcerer, let me hit you with all I got,” you challenge him as you begin to summon more air to your palm.

Satoru snickers and lifts his chin. “Hit me with all you got sis.”

You shoot him a grin and make the still air turn to strong gusts of wind that make Shoko shield her head from the dirt you pick up. You then shift a foot back and draw in a deep breath as the orb in your hand grows.

Satoru places a hand on his hip and looks at you with nonchalance which gets you fired up.

“We are in a courtyard you two,” Shoko points out loudly so she can be heard over the howling wind. “Whatever you break you have to replace—then again it’s not like it’ll make a dent in your money.”

“Ready?” You ask Satoru.

Your brother nods, but just before you can hit him you get a message so you check that first and actually lose all concentration as you see that it's an old non-sorcerer friend.

“Oh my god!” You exclaim. “Satoru guess who just texted me?!” You run over to him and show him the name on the phone. “It’s Suki!” You face your friends and grin. “Suki is Satoru’s ex-girlfriend from our junior high days.”

“Oh right!” Your brother exclaims. “She was your best friend, I completely blanked.”

You roll your eyes and scoff. “Yeah, my best friend, I told you not to date.”

Shoko slouches as she snickers. “Please tell me you got him back for that.”

You flash her a grin and skip back to her. “Oh totally, I dated this rival he had, he was—”

“An asshole,” Satoru finishes for you, which you agree to.

“But,” you add. “He did have long dark red hair he’d dye all the time,” you say thoughtfully whilst you put your phone away.

“Long hair?” Shoko questions. “Oh so it’s like that?”

You blink in confusion and query. “What?”

Shoko glances back at Suguru and snickers. “Oh nothing. Just an observation.”

You look at Suguru, and he meets your gaze to share the same confusion. Albeit his confusion isn’t so prominent on his face.

“I don’t understand,” you mutter and glance back at Shoko. “Elaborate.”

“Well isn’t it obvious you have a thing for guys with…” before you can finish hearing what she had to say her voice trails off as you get startled by an arm thrown around your throat.

There’s only one person not accounted for in front of you; your fucking brother. So it isn’t hard to guess who it was.

“Get the fuck off me you psycho!” You grimace as you grip his arm to try and pull it off.

Your brother chuckles. “You said you wanted to train more. I have time, we’re training.”

You try to kick back, but he easily evades your kicks.

“Satoru,” Suguru finally breaks his silence.

Said man groans. “Don’t worry, Suguru, I'm just helping her because an enemy will never announce when they’re moving against you now will they—“ he comes to a sudden halt as you bite down on his arm after you realize his infinity is off.

It’s the only way his arm would actually touch you.

“What the hell?!” Satoru exclaims and lets go of you to walk back in disbelief. “Did you bite me?”

You do what he wanted this time and summon fast and strong gusts of air to your hand quicker than before. You then spin around without warning and lash it out at him.

You can’t tell if it hit him at all because you proceed to charge at him.

Just before you can reach him though you jump up high above the buildings that surround you. Satoru doesn’t hesitate to smirk before he steps back and jumps up too to try and meet you halfway in mid-air. However, before he can reach you, you counter him by spinning around in the air as you summon wind to your foot to lash out a sharp and strong curved line of air from your foot.

And it seems that some gusts of wind seem to travel through the infinity because he falters in the air.

Nevertheless, it’s not enough to knock him back to the ground or catch him completely off guard because just as you’re turning your body to face him again in the air, your brother grabs ahold of your ankle and quickly flips you around to throw you back to the ground.

And since he is a lot stronger and faster you fail at landing on your feet and land on your back.

The impact hurts, but you muster a playful smile before he lands over you and immediately grabs you by the collar of your jumpsuit to lift your head off the ground.

“Satoru,” Shoko calls out with worry while he raises his fist over you.

Neither of you try to assure her, you look into each other's eyes with no ill feeling, just playful undertones as you wait for him to land a finishing hit.

He doesn’t however, he hesitates, so you take advantage of this moment and gather air to your hand before you slam your hand on his throat, causing him to be thrown back whilst the air in his lungs is knocked out.

“Fuck,” you chuckle and push yourself up, seeing that your brother only landed a foot away from you since your techqinue isn’t strong, and well, he is strong.

“That was a rush. You like that move though?” You ask as you walk over to him. “I call it a knockout. As long as I can touch your throat I can use my cursed technique to throw you back and manipulate the air in your body to knock it out of your lungs.” You chuckle. “Of course, it only works if that person or thing has cursed energy. Otherwise, pft.” You stop and see your brother catching his breath.

“You hesitated,” you point out smugly before you offer him your hand.

Satoru sighs with defeat, but he doesn’t hesitate to slap his hand on yours to let you help him up.

Once he’s on his feet his frown breaks into a proud grin. “Are you okay?” He asks as he slaps his hands on your shoulders.

You nod. “Nothing RCT won’t fix,” you assure him, and instinctively put your hand back so he can give you a high-five.

“Nice work,” he compliments you. “Of course sloppy but good thinking. Plus some of that air did touch me.”

“Well,” you point out as you begin to walk back to your friends now standing on the stone steps. “Air travels fast. So I'm not surprised some gusts of air did touch you. I mean I know it’s not much, but it is some.”

“Keep working on that,” he adds. “And you’ll actually be able to knock me down.”

You smile and turn around to walk back and face him. “Don’t make yourself an easy target though,” you tell him. “It doesn’t matter if I’m your sister.”

Satoru laughs softly. “Trust me I won’t,” he rebuttals.

You reach the step below Suguru and spin around on your heels to face him. However, you notice that he’s on his phone so you wait to speak to him.

“I’ll just say this,” Shoko interjects. “I'm sure a lot of people would pay a lot of money to watch you two fight.”

You lean towards Suguru to press your cheek against his shoulder as you respond to Shoko. “If I were to win, would you quit smoking?” You tease her.

Shoko narrows her gaze on you for a moment while she thinks.

“If you lose, would you smoke?” She rebuttals.

You laugh. “You sound like an addict. Answer me first.” Because jokes on her, you've already smoked with Suguru. You didn’t like the smell it left on your fingers, but you didn’t feel as disgusted that time.

“Fine,” Shoko says with a sigh. “If you were to win I would quit smoking.”

You smile at her brightly. “Ah, good then I’ll make sure to win,” you assure her. Which probably is no comfort at all to her, but you still do so confidently.

“I’d like to see that,” Satoru taunts.

“You will,” you remark. “I’ll beat you. One day.”

Satoru laughs softly and nods. “All right I like the sound of that.”

You smile softly and then back up to look at Suguru.

He has his phone down now and looks at you this time around. Albeit there's something off about the way he looks at you right now that makes your heart jump with gut-wrenching worry.

“I have to leave for my mission now,” he announces to you and the others.

You sigh sadly. “It’s already time?” You complain.

Suguru hums in agreement softly and focuses solely on you now. “Can we talk before I leave?”

Your smile falters as you detect how much colder his voice is. “Yeah, sure,” you answer hesitantly.

Suguru nods softly before he takes your hand and begins pulling you away gently.

“Be careful, Suguru!” Saturo yells out. “Text me!”

Suguru throws back a wave to his friend and doesn’t bother to look back. He doesn't bother to make conversation with you either, and since you feel worry grow within you, you stay quiet too.

It’s only once you're in the tunnel exit that he finally stops walking and faces you with that same gloomy look. Albeit now he can’t even meet you in the eyes.

“Is everything okay?” You ask softly as you grab ahold of his bicep.

Suguru nods stiffly. “Yeah,” he mutters.

You don’t believe him, but you know you won’t get anything else, so you move on. “How long is your mission? You didn’t tell me. Maybe we can do something when you come back home?” You ask.

Suguru swallows thickly and shakes his head. “Y/N...I don’t think this going to work.”

You scoff softly. “I can go to your room, that’s fine. I can even have some food waiting for you. Hm?”

“No,” he counters softly and slowly lifts his gaze to look at you with a long frown and a sorrowful look. “I mean, we have to break up.”

The smile on your smile immediately falls, and your heart sinks. You know you heard him right, there’s nothing going around you to make you mishear him, but you still don’t want to believe those tragic words that just came out of his mouth. “I,” you gasp and let go of his arm. “I don’t understand.”

Tears fill your eyes, and your mind itself begins to race, leaving no room for coherent thoughts.

“D-did I do something wrong?” You ask as you fight the need to cry. “I know things haven’t been the same but Suguru I can help you, just let me help you, please.”

Suguru let’s out a deep breath and looks at the ground to shake his head. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong, y/n

I need you to understand that,” he says and meets your gaze. “You were good, I just…I can’t do this anymore. You deserve better than me.”

Better than him? What does that even mean? He is good, he’s the best, he’s your world.

“No,” you argue and step forward to pull his hand out of his pockets. “I don’t want anyone else, I just want you. Suguru…please talk to me, I’m right here, please.”

Suguru steps back and sighs. “I can’t,” he continues to say. “I can’t drag you along with me anymore. I’m letting you go, y/n. It’s for you own good.”

Tears slip out of your eyes and frustration begins to grow within you over his vague explanations. “You’re being selfish,” you remark. “What do you know about what I need? You keep pushing me away. Everytime…every single time I-I try to get close you push me away. So you can’t tell me what I need.”

Due to your upbringing, it’s hard for you to express yourself in any way, anger, happiness, sadness. Satoru has kind of changed that because he lets you talk to him, but even then when you get frustrated expressing yourself is hard and usually turns to tears. So to express this kind of anger without breaking into a sobbing mess is truly significant. It even surprises you, but anger is all you can feel at this very moment as you face the man you love, as you try to progress the words he’s using to break your heart, as you look into his dark eyes that hide sorrow behind that hard serious expression.

“What I need,” you mutter and step forward with more tears. “Is for you to give me a good reason. We said we’d be honest, please be honest with me.” You clutch your chest and look at him helplessly and hurt. “Please, Suguru.”

Said man holds your gaze for a second before he averts his eyes and nods stiffly. “I did tell you the truth. That was it. I can’t be with you, and you can’t be with me. Not as I am, so please just let it go. For your own sake, y/n.”

You feel physically ill, like you’re going to throw up, or have some kind of attack with the way your heart is racing.

“So that’s it then? That shitty ass excuse?” You cry softly and step back. “Look at me,” you whisper as if you’re out of breath.

Suguru blinks and does as you ask.

“Is that it?” You ask whilst you begin to hear tires approach at the end of the tunnel.

Suguru doesn’t say anything, but you leave him space to explain himself, to give you something better than what you got. You deserve something better, no? All the love you have, the memories you share, the moments you lived need to mean something, no?

You express that all with your watery gaze and with your lips parted ready to fight back. And you know he knows that.

But even still, he leaves you just like that.

“Okay. I…” you try to find something to say but all your anger disappears now just as fast as it came. “I,” that’s all you can muster in your disbelief and growing ache.

“Y/N,” Suguru whispers.

You sniffle and look to see the manager pull up to take Suguru away to his mission, so you step back with your lips parted and your hands trembling.

Suguru steps forward to try and what? Assure you after he broke your heart?

Fuck him.

You turn around and storm away without letting him say anything else, without saying anything else yourself.

You just can’t think anymore, it all hurts, this pain like no other completely overwhelms you to the point you can’t even shed another tear.

You know he’s struggling with something he doesn’t want to say, but you thought he’d be someone who didn’t give up regardless. You thought he’d be someone to give you something more than some shitty excuse, but he wasn’t, he isn’t.

He ended it just like that, everything, a years worth of a relationship is over because of something you don’t even know about. Some selfish reason.

It’s all over…

So what do you do now? You don’t know what to do. You can’t go back to where Satoru is, you’ll break and you don’t want to break and start drama. You can’t go on a mission today because you didn’t get assigned to one. You need to do something…

“Y/N!” You hear Shoko shout.

Shit, shit.

You stop just before you can reach the dorms and draw in a deep breath to try and hide your agony. You can’t cry, so it should be good. Right?

“Back already?” Your friend laughs as she catches up to you. “I’m surprised.”

You exhale and slap on a nonchalant look before you turn and face her with a tiny smile. “Yeah,” you breathe out. “I’m back.”

Shoko stops before you and meets your gaze with a smirk. You smile at her but as you look into your friends eyes your smile begins to tremble and those tears that dried up due to your disbelief come rushing back.

Shoko notices right away and her face falls with concern. “Whoa, is everything okay?” She asks right away and reaches her hand over to grab your arm.

You part your lips and fight your tears as you nod. Shoko scoffs and holds your gaze to try and read what has you on the brink of tears after you saw someone who never fails to make you smile.

She struggles a bit but she then understands what happened without needing you to explain. You wouldn't be crying otherwise.

“Oh,” she breathes out and doesn’t fail to throw her arms around you, causing you to finally break and sob—“he’s an asshole. He is.”

You try to speak, but nothing comes out but a soft whimper as you hug her back tightly.

“Come on,” she whispers and pulls back with her hand sliding down to grab yours. “Let’s go inside. I have all your favorite things in there.”

You’ve had girl friends before, you have cousins, but never one as important as Shoko. Out of everyone, she’s the only one who's touched your heart, the only one you’ve grown to love.

“Here,” Shoko mumbles and sits you down on her bed. “I'll bring the fuzzy socks and the cigarettes? No,” she scoffs to herself. “Alcohol? Fuck…” she trails off and walks to her drawer full of snacks and other things you both may need when you sync up on your periods.

“Ah, never mind, I found just the thing.” She pulls out a pack of your favorite snacks and throws them on the bed along with other things she has stored inside.

“I will take a beer,” you mumble as you put the fuzzy socks on your feet. “And maybe…”

Shoko swipes baggy shirts off her rack and throws them on the bed, making you smile softly over the fact that she already knew. It makes you grateful for her.

“So,” you interject as you put the baggy shirt on. “Have you decided to go on another date with that guy from Kyoto?” You ask her.

Shoko walks over to leave the beers on the bed while she also begins to change. “Yeah,” she mutters. “I decided I’ll go for it, I mean why not? He was a lot of fun.”

You sniffle and lay back on the bed with a pack of snacks and a cold beer in hand. “That’s good…dates are a lot of fun…” you trail off and feel tears fill your eyes all over again.

Now you try to hold yourself back, try to think of something else, but you can’t help the emotions from coming out like word vomit. “Do you think he stopped loving me?”

Shoko hops around to face you whilst she puts shorts on, and proceeds to sigh deeply before she responds with a reassuring tone. “No, I don’t think so. I just think there’s more going on with Suguru. But I don’t think he stopped loving you.” She finishes changing into her comforting clothes and jumps on the bed beside you with her beer and savory snacks.

“Maybe you were right,” you bring up as you drag yourself to sit up and lean your back against the wall. “Dating people you see everyday was a terrible idea. I’m going to have to see him all the time now…it’s going to be so awkward.”

Shoko sighs again and opens your beer can for you since your manicured nails get in the way. “Well,” she says. “I don’t know, maybe I wasn’t right.”

You take the beer and look over at her. “You were,” you correct her.

Shoko grabs her own beer and then meets your gaze. “Well, it depends, doesn't it?” She asks as she opens her own beer.

You sniffle and look at her puzzled. However, you don’t get to ask before she explains herself. “I just mean, Suguru looks like he’s going through something, you can’t blame him for that because some people like that just think it’s for the best.”

You blink in confusion. “People like what?” You probe. “Depressed?” It’s not hard to guess or identify on Suguru, it’s the only explanation for his sudden change.

“Yeah.” Shoko nods and takes a long swig from her beer before she continues on. “And knowing him he thinks he’s dragging you along, that he’s not, I don’t know, enough? I mean you met him when he was confident about his strength, now so many things are changing, and he’s taking that hard and doubting himself.”

With the way she acts so nonchalant and carefree you forget she’s studying to be a doctor, so she always impresses you when she behaves all doctor-like.

“I don’t care if he’s the weakest,” you say shakily so you take a drink of your beer before going on. “He’s enough for me in any way. So I don’t get it…he really hurt me.”

Shoko takes a long drink before she leans back against the wall and wraps her arm around your shoulders to pull you against her. “I know,” she whispers. “I'm sorry.”

A soft sob escapes past your lips, making Shoko hold onto you tighter.

“Look, I’m going to say this completely unbiased,” she interjects as she rests her head on yours. “Fight for him. I know it sounds super cheesy, but do it. You guys make each other happy, and you know fighting for someone doesn’t always have to mean the guy, you can fight too.”

You nod. “I know,” you whisper. “But what if I try and he gives up completely?”

Shoko exhales deeply. “Then you let him go. But I think you should try, and maybe try and reach him too. He doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“Or me.” You sigh and pull back to take a sip of your beer. “I’m just…scared.”

Shoko nods. “I understand, but won’t trying at least satisfy you? If it doesn’t work at least you can say you tried—my parents,” she begins saying and averts her gaze. “They went through a rough patch when I was young, but they fought for each other and came back stronger. Now they’re all sappy and hardly ever apart.”

You laugh softly. “Are you comparing me to your parents?” You ask.

Shoko rolls her eyes. “I'm giving you an example,” she quips. “Fight, or don’t and you’ll find someone else with long hair.”

You tilt your head in confusion whilst you take a drink. “I don’t get it,” you mumble.

Shoko snickers. “You totally dig guys with long hair,” she points out.

Your ex had long hair, Suguru has long hair now and it was also longish before. And all your celebrity crushes—oh. You get it, maybe you do have a type.

“That’s so stupid,” you say breathlessly. “And who knew you’re such a sap, Shoko?” You giggle.

She shrugs nonchalantly and surprises you by downing the rest of her drink in one last go. When she’s done she throws her can to the ground and lays back on her bed.

“You tell anyone I’ll tear your closet,” she threatens, making you drink the rest of your drink so you can lay beside her.

“Besides,” she adds and slides her hand over to interlace her fingers with yours. “You're both my friends, and you’re my best friend. We live together, so I see more than you do, more than anyone, and I know that it’s worth fighting for. If it wasn’t, trust me I would tell you.”

Rather than smiling you frown as that fear that always accompanies you makes you think of the worst. “And if it doesn’t work?” You ask as if she actually knew that answer. After all it seems she had loving parents, it’s why she’s giving you this advice. But you? Your parents are the complete opposites from her parents, they never fought for each other, you never saw them being any kind of affectionate. So this doubt creeping inside you isn’t out of the blue, it's a real terrorizing fear you have experienced.

“If it doesn’t work?” Shoko responds and lifts her head to look at the same time you tilt your head down to look at her. “Then you let it go, plain and simple. I’m sure it’ll hurt, but you’ll get over it, plus I’ll be here, your brother is oddly good at comforting you. We’ll all be here.”

You let out a shaky breath and show her your thanks and appreciation by resting your head on her shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you tell her softly.

Shoko rests her head on yours and sighs softly. “I’m glad you’re here too.”

You rest your eyes and try to stop crying as you do feel some kind of reassurance, but those tears still come out since the wound didn’t actually heal. No matter what resolve you figured out, that doesn’t actually change what happened. Suguru and you still are broken up—

That’s so weird to think about. So weird to say in your mind. It’s…unbelievable, and painful.

But at least you have Shoko.

——

*A COUPLE DAYS LATER*

So much for the hope of it all. So much for more than anything. So much for it all. You tried so hard to date around your brother, you didn’t fight much but you fought against his protests. And just as he was barely getting around to fully accepting it, Suguru ruins it.

Now, you’ll have to live on awkwardly because what’s the point in trying? He broke up with you, he left you, he hurt you. Why should you try to fix things? Why risk getting your heart torn and stomped on again?

“Right?” You ask yourself while you cover the fireball you make with rocks and dirt you summon off the ground with your cursed technique.

You do miss him, and yes, he was rather distant for the past couple of months, but you still had each other. He still made your day complete even if there were days where you’d only see each other for a few minutes. He still listened and helped you when Satoru was busy. Suguru…was always there, and now even if you live in the same place he’s never with you.

It’s so fucking lonely. It’s so weird. Plus at night it’s even worse, you didn’t sleep together a lot because you’d get in trouble, but you’d sleep with his shirts or his sweaters and you’d be content with his scent that clung onto it. Now it’s just a cruel reminder that he broke your heart.

So it begs the question, should you fight?

Part of you wants to more than anything, but the other part is filled with anger, and fear that he won’t want to fight with you, that he’ll reject you. And yes, you know that if you don’t ask him you’ll never know, but telling him you loved him took so much time because of your stupid fear—or anxiety as Shoko likes to call it (you don’t believe that.) So now telling him to fight for another chance with you will only take even more time to express.

Fuck. Fuck…

You sigh and drop your head, realizing you’re still holding the dirt covered fireball without concentrating it.

At least that’s a plus. But regardless, you’ll keep torturing yourself by overthinking rather than going for it…

As of now though, you let the dirt fall and collect the fire back through your dragon mark before you stand up and exhale deeply.

No more thinking of Suguru. No more thinking of the anger you feel over this breakup. No more thinking of the building up stress you feel over an upcoming mission that you’ll have to travel far for.

Just focus on calming your breaths, on your leg as you slide it forward while you move the other one back. You focus on one arm as you stretch it out to use your cursed technique, and summon some water over to you to cover your arm in its wet body. You use your other hand to tap into your fire and have that begin to twirl around your body, along with the water you move off your arm.

You proceed to take another deep breath and listen for the wind. When you hear it howl by your ear you smile as it seems that it’s calling out to you specifically. You then easily gather some of it and make it twirl around your body along with the fire and water.

Now all that's left is earth, but that’s harder, rougher, and heavier than rest to manipulate, so you save it for later. Instead, you shift to different forms with a peaceful mindset, ending up balancing on the ground with one hand.

Once you're confident with your form you then try to pick some dirt off the ground to have it dance with the rest of the elements around your body, but it’s fucking hard. You can mix your cursed energy well with the dirt and the rocks, so it begins to falter as you lift it off the ground. It makes you lose focus on your calm breaths. And the strain to keep it up makes you open your eyes and causes your body to begin losing balance.

“Hey! Don’t think too much about it!” Someone you don’t recognize yells out, causing you to lose concentration and collapse on the ground.

“Sorry!” They yell out.

That’s so embarrassing. Tsk.

You slowly push yourself to your feet and dust the dirt off you first before you look up and see an impressively tall blond woman with the kindest brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N Gojo!” She exclaims with a smug smile when she reaches you by the pond.

Albeit you step back and look at her with confusion. “Uh, pleasure I'm sure, but who are you?” You quirk a brow and study her to check if it’s someone you’ve actually seen before. But no, she isn’t.

“Oh,” she breathes out with disappointment. “I’m Yuki Tsukumo.”

Your eyes widen with awe and a smile breaks on your face. You see her part her lips to add on but you cut her off excitedly, like a fan girl seeing their idol. “Oh my gosh, you’re her!”

Tsukumo’s lips pull to a wide smile and she grows smug again. “Oh, I like the sound of that,” she interjects.

You grin. “You’re the sorcerer who’s always out and defies the higher ups, it’s so cool to finally meet you. I’m a big fan.”

Tsukumo rests her hand on her hip and tilts her head down as she flashes you a sweet grin. “That’s so nice to hear. I didn’t know I was so well known amongst one of the Gojo’s. I’m flattered.”

You scoff. “You’re acting as if I’m royalty,” you quip.

“Well,” she sighs. “You kinda are.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head. “Far from it.” You step forward and continue to look at her with awe. “I need to ask…how did you do it?”

Tsukumo straightens out and looks at you with a confused look. “Do what?” She probes.

Your smile falters and a sigh escapes your lips. “Get strong,” you clarify. “I mean how did you do it all by yourself? You don’t come from one of the big three. I mean I know you came to school, but your reputation? You’re overall poweress? You did that all by yourself, so how? I have the privilege to be born a Gojo, to have a strong brother teaching me, but no matter what I do I continue to struggle.”

Tsukumo's smile turns soft, and her gaze falls on the ground for a moment before she lifts her eyes to meet your gaze with a soft look. “Little by little,” she shares, “I didn’t get strong overnight, I learned and learned. I exhausted myself, but I pushed myself to learn. I for sure as hell didn't listen to any of the old geezers who kept trying to make me hold back.”

You smile softly at that comment.

“But,” she exhales slowly and smirks at you. “I didn’t listen to my head, I trusted myself. I didn't get strong for anyone. I get strong for me. That’s the trick.”

You admire her for a moment before you smile at the ground and nod in comprehension. “I understand, thank you,” you mumble.

“You can be strong and still be a woman, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” she adds. “A lot of people, those old geezers included, only look at you one way. Not both. Prove them wrong every step of the way.”

You chuckle softly. “Oh, trust me I know.” You meet her gaze and shoot her a smirk. “Fuck the higher ups.”

Tsukumo grins. “That’s what I’m talking about! I like you!” She throws her fist out, so you gently tap it with your fist and cause her to shoot you wink that gets you all flustered.

“Hey, we should hang out,” she adds. “We’re both special grade and women at that, we’re a rare pair. So we should get to be friends, don’t you think?”

This is like a dream. This is so cool!

But you need to play it cool. Play it cool.

“Yeah I think so,” you hide your excitement. “That would be cool.”

Tsukumo hums softly before she whips her phone out and offers it to you, making you do the same to trade contacts.

“Anyway,” you bring up as you type in your number. “What brings you around here? Are you picking up a mission?”

“No,” she says. “I came back from a trip so I wanted to meet you and the other special grades.”

You hum before you add in, “well Satoru is on a mission, but,” you pause and exhale slowly. “Geto is here. Somewhere.”

This is the longest you’ve gone without thinking about him. It sounds pathetic but its true. And weird.

“I can…find out where he is so you can meet him,” you suggest hesitantly whilst you return your phones to each other.

“Yeah, that would be great, thank you!”

You hum quietly and look at your phone to go and click on his contact.

It’s been a while since you texted him—will he even answer?

You to Suguru: Where are you?

Your heart begins to race as you grow nervous.

“So,” you interject while you wait. “If you don’t mind me asking, Tsukumo, where were you before returning home?”

“Yuki,” she cuts in bluntly. “You don’t have to be formal with me, call me Yuki.”

You smile softly and nod. “Yuki,” you correct yourself. “Where were you before?”

“I was in Singapore.”

Your eyes widen and you can’t help but grin. “Really?” You probe. “I love Singapore.”

Yuki shows off a grin and nods slowly. “It’s beautiful, and the nightlife is great!”

You part your lips to fangirl over her but a message comes in so you keep quiet and feel your heart jump. When you check you inhale deeply.

Suguru: Hall B, why?

You exhale and leave him on read to offer Yuki a feigned and nervous smile. “Geto answered, I can take you to him.”

Without hesitation or wasting more time you walk her to where Suguru is. You’d prefer not to see him at the moment, it just won’t make things any easier, but…you also miss him. So this is just a small excuse.

“Hey,” Yuki interjects. “About your previous question about strength, does your brother train you?”

You sigh and shrug. “He does but he’s busy a lot now so not as much anymore. I have other friends who help me though, and school of course. But that’s about it.”

She hums and stays quiet for a moment. Once you reach Hall B, she stops before you can walk inside, making you stop along with her.

“In here,” you point to the door.

“Look,” she changes the subject. “I don’t stay in one place long, I like to travel, and I know that it’s not ideal for a lot of people. But if it’s something you’re okay with, then you should consider letting me help you.”

You blink in disbelief and can’t think of what to say through that shock that begins to grow.

“It can be once you’re out of school, or if you decide that being here isn’t for you then you can come along and I’ll help you train,” she adds and doesn’t help ease you whatsoever. “Whatever you decide, I want to help you. We girls have to stick together, especially us because we’re a rare pair.” She smirks.

“Yeah, I agree,” you muse. “Just,” you pause and think about your brother and your friends, they’re all here. Whatever happens with Suguru won’t change the fact that you like living with your friends and your brother.

But you also want to get strong for yourself, for your dream of helping other sorcerers, for those friends you cherish so deeply. So that’s where you get stuck, you can go with her, let her train you, and get strong a lot quicker. Or you can stay here with everyone and gain your strength a lot slower. Hm.

“…just give me time to decide,” you tell her. “I’m honored by your offer though. I really appreciate it.”

Yuki grins. “Don’t sweat it, the offer will be open for you. Until then we can still get to know each other.”

You sigh with relief and nod softly. “Yeah I like the sound of that. Thank you again.”

With nothing else to add you continue to walk inside the building. And now your shock gets replaced with that nervousness all over again. You almost want to run away before you can lay your eyes on him, but that’d be immature. After all you do live with him which means you can’t hide from him forever. So now is better than later….

You repeat that to yourself as you approach the corridor. It’s all going to be fine, you assure yourself—no, you’re gonna be sick.

You lead the way past the vending machines and the first person you lay your eyes on is him. Your breath hitches as if this is the first time you’re seeing him. Your heart pounds faster as his dark eyes find your gaze. Your eyes widen slightly with awe as you see that his hair is down. And even through all the hurt he made you feel, relief is all you feel wash over you.

Does he feel it too? He sits up and you notice his Adam’s apple lift up before it slides down.

“Y/N!” Someone else exclaims.

You break from your stupor to notice that Haibara is next to Suguru. You didn't take note of that before.

“Hey Haibara!” You greet as if you hadn’t just seen the guy a couple hours ago.

“Is everything okay?” Suguru’s voice surprises you, causing you to look back at him with that surprise expressed on your face.

He’s acting as if nothing happened while you’re slowly dying inside, how is he so good at that?

Regardless, before you can answer, Yuki finally enters the corridor and steals the attention of both guys, letting you notice that Suguru’s eyebags have only deepened.

“Are you Geto?” Yuki interjects boldly. “What kind of woman is your type?”

What kind of question is that?

You can’t decide if it’s cool or weird upon a first interaction.

“Who are you?” Suguru avoids the question, leading you to wonder if he’ll actually answer it. He is single now so his answer may vary.

“I like girls who eat a lot!” Haibara exclaims, causing you to snap your eyes to him, and giggle.

“Oh?” Yuki probes, whilst Suguru scolds him softly.

“Haibara.”

“It’s okay,” said man brushes Suguru off. “She’s not a bad person. I’m a great judge of character!”

You smile wider at your friends comment.

“You say that while sitting next to me?” Suguru interjects, causing your smile to fall right away, and your concern to grow.

What does he mean by that?

“Yes!” Haibara agrees without hesitation.

Yuki laughs. “He was being sarcastic, you know,” she tells Haibara, but you know she’s wrong, you can see it in the way Suguru’s averting his gaze. So what does he mean? Why can’t he talk to you?

You want to know, you need to know. So that’s what you’ve decided, you’ll talk to him. You have to, if not for your relationship, then just for him. He looks like he’s in pain and you can’t just sit by and wait for him to come to you. You’ll just wait until after you come back from your mission.

You’d do it now, but Yuki did say she wanted to know him, so your talk will have to wait.

“Anway,” you interject and look at Yuki. “I’m off now, it was nice to finally meet you.”

Yuki pouts. “You’re leaving already? I thought we could hang out together a bit longer.”

You briefly glance at Suguru, and he looks at you, so you look away and then respond to her. “I’d love to but I am going on a mission far from here tomorrow, so I need to finish some work before I leave, or else my teacher will have my head.” You giggle. “But hey, when I come back and you’re still around we should go out to lunch or something, hm? I would love to know more about your trips.”

Yuki nods. “Absolutely! And think about my offer, I don’t give them to everyone.”

You flash her a smile and nod. “I will!” You look away from her and look at your friend. “Haibara you want to come help me with my work?”

Your friend pushes himself off his seat right away and nods. “Sure! But I won’t do it for you.”

You pout and watch him meet up with you. “That’s so mean,” you whine and throw your arm around him. “Not even a little?”

“Nope.”

You groan and roll your eyes. “Boo,” you whisper before you look over at Yuki and flash her an excited smile. “Bye Yuki!”

“Bye Y/N!” She gives you the same excited energy.

You lastly glance at Suguru and see that he was already looking at you, so you quickly avert your gaze and pull Haibara away with you.

“Excuse us!” Haibara exclaims as he pulls back to take one last glance at both Suguru and Yuki, making your hand slide off his shoulders.

Silence then follows and once your friend catches up to you down the hall, he immediately finds the chance to question your fading smile.

“Are you okay? You look upset—or actually you’ve looked upset for the past couple days, is everything okay?”

He knows you well, but you don’t want him or anyone else to know about Suguru and you breaking up yet. You do want to work things out so telling everyone, (escpaully Satoru) will create unnecessary tension you don’t need. So you’ll keep quiet for now and hide your anguish.

“I’m fine. Just…tired is all.”

Haibara opens the door for you, letting you walk out under the cloudy sky. “Are you okay?” You redirect while you spin on your heels to look at him.

Your friend nods. “Yep, just getting mentally prepared for tomorrow.”

You hum and sigh dramatically. “Yeah, that’s a real pain in the ass. But hey, after the mission, Nanami did promise that he’ll come with me to the shops, so I’m excited for that!”

“Really? Great, I'll come with!” He interjects.

You scoff softly, and happily hook your arm around his. “I didn’t expect it any other way,” you say with a growing smile.

——

*2 DAYS LATER*

Suguru: Be careful

Even if it’s just through text those words have been ringing inside your head since he sent it.

You hate it for one, he just sends you the message as if nothing, without even talking anything out first, it makes you mad. But two, you appreciate that he thought of you, it makes your heart flutter. Yet, third, you’ve been stuck between answering back or not. Should you be petty and not answer, or be nice and write back something super simple?

Something that can lead to ‘hey let’s talk when I get back.’—no. Not now. You should concentrate on the mission in hand. But…

No! No, you cant.

Actually he shouldn’t be sending you these messages. It’s so hard on your overthinking mind.

“Should we put a curtain?” You ask as you put your phone away.

“I doubt we’ll step outside,” Nanami says. “But let’s do it just in case.”

You both turn to look at Haibara, and he sighs before he steps forward and raises two fingers. “Emerge from darkness, blacker than darkness,” he chants. “Purify that which is impure.”

Within seconds the cloudy sky is covered by a black growing veil that drops over the property you were sent to, adding ominsity to a rather easy mission; exorcizing a second-grade curse.

“If you want, y/n, you can go in alone, we'll wait for you here,” Nanami remarks as you walk past an arch.

You roll your eyes. “It doesn’t work like that Nanami. Special grade—”

“Means you have the power to take over countries,” he cuts you off. “That’s what you are, and it’s what you have the possibility of doing.”

You scoff. “Sure, it’s a possibility, but I can’t do that now, you know that,” you argue the same old fight. “I need to work to get myself strong. I…” you pause and hum in disappointment. “I’m not strong like that yet. I'm working to it.” You fist your hands eagerly and then look back at him with a smirk. “And when I am, don't start missing me, Nanamin.”

Said guy rolls his eyes, making you smile at him.

“Don’t worry y/n,” Haibara cuts in, drifting your eyes over to him. “Take your time, we like having you come with us. We’re a team after all! We work great together and Nanami knows it, he’s just giving you a hard time.”

You chuckle and walk back to fall beside Nanami and pat his shoulder. “Oh, I know. It’s all tough love.”

As you reach the entrance of the red-roof building you let Nanami go and frown. “Sense that?” You ask and come to a stop with them before you can climb up the red stairs.

“It’s not even trying to hide,” Haibara points out.

You crack your knuckles and let out a deep breath, while Nanami pulls his blade out, and Haibara rolls his shoulders back.

“It should be easy,” you try to assure them and yourself. “We go in as practiced.”

Nanami nods stiffly, and you let out one more deep breath before you take a step on a red stair and begin ascending them. When you’re on the porch, both guys hide behind the wall, while you open the door and slowly creep inside the softly lit parlor room.

Right away you notice the curse you’re after; it’s tall, built like a man with tightly toned muscles, but green and twisted. It notices you right away and turns around, showing off its one eye on its face, and the snake like tongue that it sticks out at you.

It’s gives you the creeps, but you ignore it and lift your chin to show it a smirk and show it that you’re not afraid.

You don’t think it actually senses that, nor do you think it has any emotions besides the instinct to cause terror, but almost as if you did hurt its ego, the curse wails out before it charges at you.

You don’t move though, you confidently stay where you are, and just before it can even reach you, Nanami and Haibara come out of hiding and run at it too. And since the curse is tall, you manipulate the air from outside to come to your hands, and then push it towards Nanami. And without the need to say a word, just like you have done dozens of times before, you use the air to give him a boast.

Nanami uses the boast to his advantage and flips in the air. The curse looks up and twists around to follow Nanami, it tries to reach out for him with its long arms, but Nanami swings his blade while in the air and manages to cut one of its arms off with a single swing. When he’s falling back down, he manages to kick the curse towards Haibara before he lands swiftly on the floor.

And since the curse is stronger it’s harder to take down, you need to use a lot more strength and power. So when Haibara punches its eye out with his cursed energy, the curse still stands up and comes stumbling towards you.

Now depending on the curse, you can land the finishing blow, but you see and sense this one is more durable. Thus you tap into your dragon mark wrapped around your arm and make flames bask your entire arm, causing your growing smirk to be brightened by your flame's hue.

The curse wails loudly at you, but you don’t flinch, instead you manipulate the air that lays outside on the courtyard behind the curse, and have it burst through the doors to shove the curse towards you. You then lunge forward as you pull back your fist covered in flames, and smash it through the curses gut so hard your fist burns through the other side.

Yet it still doesn’t get exorcized. The curse falls on its knees and bleeds out from its wound.

“You really are annoying,” you grumble before you raise your foot, and use the air to kick out a mighty blast that sends the curse flying out to the courtyard.

“Let’s end this,” you tell your friends coldy.

Haibara and Nanami both nod before the three of you walk out to the back porch. The curse finds strength to stand up so that motivates the three of you to continue on stronger.

So as Nanami runs to the curse head-on, Haibara jumps off the porch's railing and runs to its side. You step off the porch and watch as Nanami slides down and slices the curses legs off with his cursed technique, while Haibara hops on the curses arm to rip it out of its body, giving you your cue.

And so forth before the curse can continue to irritate you, you pull gusts of air to your palms and form it into a long and thin curved line. You then proceed to lash it out, and manage to cut the curses head clean off.

“Finally,” you pant and drop your shoulders as you let out an exhausted sigh. “Good job guys!”

“Right back at you, y/n,” Haibara redirects, making you smile at him softly.

“Uh, I hate to burst your bubbles but the veil hasn’t come down,” Nanami points out.

You snap your eyes up and see that the black veil still in fact remains intact. Is there another curse here?

Nevertheless, before you can ask your question out loud you hear thumping. When you look down you see the curse begin to convulse violently.

“Uh,” you breathe out in horror and step back.

The curse then suddenly stops, making you squint your eyes on the curse to wait with a racing heart. You then lift your head and at that moment see the curse regrow its limbs, including its head. Its already toned body grows larger, and with more muscles as if it had just pumped itself with fucking steroids. Two arms then grow to four, and from one neck grows out two more heads longer than the original.

This isn’t a second-grade curse, but it’s also something you can't run from, you’ll have to fight your own fear and give it your all.

“We got this,” Haibara uses words of encouragement.

You clench your fists and nod stiffly, whilst you also begin to feel regret for not texting Suguru back. After all, this has turned for the worst, what if you don’t make it out? And the last thing you told him was…a bunch of sputter.

You want to talk to him again, you do. You want to tell him you miss him, that he’s worth walking through fire for, that he’s enough for you. But most of all you want to tell him that you love him more than anything in this cursed world.

So to whatever divine being that is up there don’t let this be the end. Please.

“I’ll get rid of the arms,” Nanami says. “Haibara try and get his legs so y/n can try and exorize it.”

You nervously swallow back but nod in understanding, but you also look over at Nanami and can’t help your worry. He sees that and drops the hardened expression to offer you a soft smile to try and assure you.

You draw in a deep shaky breath and mirror his smile before you look ahead. Now before any more time can be wasted you summon air and blast out, Nanami sprints over and jumps, letting you use that same air to boast him.

You then follow by growing a raging fireball and throw it at the curse, causing it to shift back. Haibara uses this slight distraction and charges it, whilst Nanami flips down and tries to swing his blade.

However, this time the curse is more prepared, it twirls around and swerves Haibara's attack before it proceeds to swat Nanami away as if he were nothing but a fly.

“Nanami!” You cry out while his body slams into the wall behind him and goes unconscious.

The curse turns back around and wails out at Haibara and you, but you don’t cower, you dig your heels in the ground and glower at it.

“Cursed technique,” you seeth. “Fire dragon.”

The dragon mark on your arm begins to glow brightly, whilst the veins on your other arm begins to glow with the flames that travel down to your palms. Your hands then glow from the fires light before you throw your arms out and blast large flames from your palms. The fire quickly takes form into a large fire-made dragon that flies towards the curse.

This time your fire-made dragon is much larger than last years. Now it contains a lot more power.

Alas, just as you think you see the fire-made dragon grab the curse with its jaw, the fire-made dragon crashes through the wall, and what you see before you now are two curses in front of a building that begins to feed the fire that the fire-made dragon left behind.

Two bodies now join the fight. They’re the same build, they have the same green skin, but now both bodies just have two arms. One body even has two heads, while the other only contains one.

It split itself into two.

“Haibara!” You bellow and don’t take your eyes off the curse with the one head watching you, waiting to attack. “Get Nanami!”

You only catch a glimpse of Haibara running and the second curse running after him, so you try to blast fire out at it to try and distract it, but the curse that had been watching you like you were it’s meal, catches you off guard and slaps you down to your knees.

You quickly try to counter but it lunges at you to grab you by the throat and pick you off the ground with its strength.

You can’t let that stop you though, so you try to blast air at it by kicking your foot, but the curse hurls you back towards the parlor room.

When you hit the floor you yell out because of the pain, but you also try to quickly get up so you can counter. However, the curse is fast and catches up to you right away. It doesn’t let you catch your breath before it kicks you to your back and begins throwing punches over and over again on your face.

You try to move your arms to hurl air or fire, but each punch is like getting stabbed by sharp needles so the pain is agonizing and paralyzing.

It’s not the same as before, either because it was holding back or because it got stronger when its head got cut off, like the monster from Greek Mythology, The Hydra. Which would make sense with this curse being born from the Ubusunagami faith. One head falls and multiple are born in its place.

But why wasn’t this identified before? Why weren’t they more careful? This is a grade 1 case, you might be special grade but that’s only because no one knows how dangerous your technique can be, they based you off possibilities, if it wasn’t because of that you’d be a grade 2 just like the others. And they know that too, so why? Why weren’t they more careful?

Now you can’t even lift a finger, all your mind is filled with is pain. You try to think of some strategy to get out, to outsmart the curse, but you can’t even move. Every hit brings you closer to an eerie darkness.

Until there’s a voice.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

It’s your brother's voice from a memory of the day you got the scar on your torso. You were only a little girl who was scared of many things, he had been gone all day because your parents wanted him away from you, so when he came back the trauma was already engraved and the scar was already stitched.

He came after the fact, but he was such a relief to see. He was a light in the sea of darkness.

“It hurts,” you complain with fresh tears in your eyes.

“I know,” he whispers. “I'm sorry.” He sighs and turns around to give you his back and crouch.

“Come,” he says. “I'll help you get to your room.”

Satoru was told many times not to spoil you the way he does, ‘it’ll only make her weaker.’ they’d say, but he never listened and they never corrected him because of who he was.

“We can watch a movie and give you something for the pain.” He adds.

You wipe your tears away and stand up to step towards him, but you stop and bring up your concern. “But mother said no.”

Satoru peers back and confidently counters. “I don’t care. Now come on, get on my back.”

You smile softly and don’t think twice about accepting his offer now. You get on his back and wrap your arms around his neck before you rest your head on his shoulder, and let him give you a piggyback ride to your room.

Now you don’t know why that certain memory came to mind, there are so many other ones where he was that light in the sea of darkness, so why this one? It's only a reminder of the pain your family made you endure.

So why now as this curse is beating you to a bloody pulp?

Why? You ask yourself as the curse hits you again and strikes your body with more pain.

Why?

But then, in that brief moment where it’s fist is off your face you know why, because you see a vision of brother appearing through the darkness. Not Suguru, not Shoko, or your other friends, but your brother. He’s the sudden burst of energy you need to regain your consciousness and find that strength to pull your leg back and direct a cluster of your cursed energy and fire to your foot.

The curse hits you again, but you don’t falter, you counter by kicking your foot out and blasting fire at it from your foot.

The curse gets flung back, but it doesn’t go far, instead it falls under the doorframe. You still get up though and fist your hands whilst you shift your feet into a fighting stance. The curse gets back up and immediately wails out at you.

“Fuck you,” you grimace and run at it with your arm getting basked in flames. Before you reach it you jump up to swing your fist down at its face, but the curse isn’t weakened by injuries like your bruised and blood-covered face, it’s stronger and manages to throw its arm out and capture you by your throat.

You try to kick, but the lack of air running to your lungs immobilizes you. All you can think about now is wanting to breathe. All that there is is fading consciousness until you hear a scream coming from the courtyard.

Nanami was unconscious, he could have woken up but it’s unlikely, so the person screaming was Haibara. He’s in trouble. He needs help!

As if hit with another burst of energy, you manage to slap your hands on the side of the curses head and instantly blast fire out of your palms,

The curse wails as the flames burst through its flesh and begin burning it from the inside out. It lets you go to try and escape, but you wrap your legs around it and dig your fingers in its head while you blast more fire in its head.

You cry out of anger and the curse stumbles back, it claws at you, but you use more of your cursed technique until the curse finally explodes and dies, causing you to fall on your ass and finally gasp for more air while you push yourself to your feet.

Haibara doesn’t scream again, but you still run out to the courtyard. And immediately as you do you see the curse holding Haibara several feet over the ground by his head. You gasp in horror as you see Haibara’s entrails hanging out of a long and deep gash.

“Haibara!” You cry out louder than you thought possible.

The curse snaps his head towards you, and you quickly lift your hands off your sides and begin gathering air into a orb in between your palms.

“Cursed technique,” your grimace with tears already forming in your eyes. “Air manipulation, lashing wind!”

You proceed to throw the orb made of air out. And while it’s flying towards the curse you form it into a curved line that slashes both of the curses heads off the moment it cuts through, causing it to let go of Haibara.

Before your friend can hit the ground you sprint over and manage to catch him in your arms. However, he’s heavy so when you catch him you collapse to the ground with him.

“It’s okay,” you mutter shakily. “It’s okay,” you assure him even as his eyes are rolled back. “You’ll be okay, Haibara.”

You don’t see his chest move anymore, and his blood is spilling out of his gash and staining your body, but you still refuse the truth and carefully put him down. You then rip the white skirt off your waist and carefully wrap it around his bleeding wound.

“It’s okay,” you tell him again. “You’ll feel a little bit of pressure, but Shoko and that first aid class told us to do this, remember?”

Haibara remains unresponsive, but you continue to tighten the white skirt over his wound so it could stop bleeding.

“You’ll be okay,” you whisper and look at his face. “Haibara? I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just please hold on a while longer okay? I…I can call Shoko, she’ll know what to do.” You pull your phone out and desperately find your friends contact. As it rings you look back and see the curse is beginning to shake like last time.

“Shit, shit,” you grumble.

The phone rings a couple more times before you get sent to voicemail. “Damn it!” you exclaim.

You peer back and see that the curse grows four heads now and grows taller, bigger.

“I—I’ll call Suguru, he’ll know where she is,” you tell Haibara as he continues to lay still.

This time when you call Suguru, the phone rings only a few times before he thankfully answers. “Hello?”

You sigh shakily with relief, “Suguru.”

“Y/N, what's wrong?” He asks the moment he hears your shaky voice.

You look at your friend and hold your phone to your ear with your shoulder as you press your hands on Haibara's wound to help the bleeding stop.

“Suguru, where’s Shoko? She doesn’t answer her phone, I need her help, please.” You say quickly.

“Shoko isn’t home,” Suguru says. “What's wrong y/n, are you okay?”

You groan and look back to see Nanami up now and trying to distract the curse.

“It’s Haibara,” you say shakily. “I-I don’t know what to do, I’m trying to stop the bleeding, but the gash won’t stop bleeding. And he—Suguru…he’s not breathing. I need Shoko, please, I need her.”

“Y/N,” Suguru mutters through the phone. “Haibara’s gone. I need you and Nanami to get out of there—”

It’s not the solution you want so you hang up the phone and shove it back in your pocket to focus back on your friend and begin CPR.

“Come on, come on, COME ON!” You yell out in desperation.

Your attempts are futile though, he doesn’t wake up, he doesn’t gasp for air, he continues to lay still, adding to your anguish.

“Nanami!” You call out. “I need help! Please come help me…someone please help me…” you trail off and pick up Haibara again to cradle him in your arms. Your phone begins to ring but you ignore it and put all your attention on Haibara.

“You have to fight, okay? We still have so much to live for, and you—you have to become a teacher just like you wanted,” you tell him as you hear wailing in the back. “We have to graduate next year and do so much more, please Haibara. Please.”

“Y/N?”

You look up and see Nanami panting in front of you.

“Nanami—”

He cuts you off and grabs your arm to try and pull you off the ground. “We have to go!” He bellows out at you while his eyes are on Haibara’s body.

“No,” you argue and shove his arm back. “I’m not leaving him behind!”

Nanami glances past you before he crouches down and grabs your arm. “Y/N, Haibara is…” he pauses and lets out a shaky breath before he finishes breaking the truth to you. “He's gone. We have to go or we’ll die next.”

You look down at Haibara and finally notice how lifeless he looks, you finally notice how fatally deep his wound is. And as if slammed by a rough wave, you finally grasp the truth and feel a deep agonizing pain clench around your chest to the point you can’t breathe. You can’t think, or cry, all that there is, is the cruel truth and pain.

The phone's incessant ringing doesn’t tune in, Nanami’s desperate pleas to leave don’t register. Nothing snaps you from that stupor but the sudden wail of the damned curse.

Anger then follows after that sound, a raging anger that only tightens that grip around your chest. No matter how much you want to let it go and leave, you can’t, it doesn’t feel right or like it will let you breathe, so you put Haibara down and twist around as you remain on your knees.

“Y/N,” Nanami warns as the curse begins to storm over.

You ignore him though and narrow your glare in the curse. The ground then begins to shake beneath you as you focus on doing something new and without thinking. Cracks grow on the ground, and you lean down to press your palms on the surface.

The curse jumps off it’s feet and tries to tackle you, but in that moment you let out all the emotions that had been plaguing you, and finally breathe.

All your life you’ve been taught to control your emotions to work with your cursed energy, but you’ve never felt more in control over your emotions than at this very moment after Haibara’s death triggered something off inside you. Something so monumental that lets you blast out a tidal wave of fire from the cracks on the ground to slam the curse back.

Up until this moment, you’ve never felt that rush of excitement from a fight, Satoru always talks about it, but it’s something you could never relate to. The only excitement you felt was last year, but that was met with regret, and you never felt it again because missions and fights were always such a burden or terrifying, but right now? As you use Yuki’s advice about not giving it too much thought, all you feel is excitement. And it grows as you use your cursed technique to lift pieces of the earth around you to blast it out at the curse and everything that stood around you, like a second wave. Leaving nothing left standing, but dust. And proving Nanami right.

Now you would have taken this time to leave, but Nanami doesn’t even attempt to move after what he saw. You can’t move after you realize what you did.

That rush of power was new, that technique was new. All born from a change inside you that Haibara’s death brought.

Yet you know that it’s a power you haven’t fully tapped into, it was only a taste. But that’s enough to cause your eyes to flicker between the familiar color of your eyes, to a deep red color that Nanami notices when you turn back around to face him and Haibara’s body.

“It’s over,” Nanami says through heavy breaths.

You hum softly in agreement, and then gently wipe your fingers down Haibara’s face to close his eyes.

“It can be once you’re out of school, or if you decide that being here isn’t for you, then you can come along and I’ll help you train. Whatever you decide, I want to help you…”

You were unsure before about accepting Yuki’s offer and leaving, but after this happened. After you tapped into some depths of your power you didn’t know you had, your mind finally comes to a conclusion.

A/N- Will Suguru and you work things out? Are you really going to accept Yuki’s offer? Ahh! We have to wait for the next chapter to know.

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mimimui · 7 months

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hii !!! love your works <3 can you do jing yuan and buko pie ? (i actually had that for dessert today hehe) THANKS !!!

headaches (and heartaches, but he won't admit it) (honkai star rail)

student council president!(character/s) & troublemaker!reader

includes: jing yuan

tags: mi's 1k, modern au, secret pining, endearments (used by reader), not proofread

a/n: i'm writing again aaa it's been one heck of a month... so much has happened and now i'm opening up tumblr again! i am still going to be writing for my 1k because i owe u guys one .. enjoy !

jing yuan was always level-headed, that's why he's such a good student council president. but he loses his cool whenever he's around a certain student.

"pres! good morning," you greet, running up to jing yuan who was also walking to school. he nodded his head in acknowledgement before looking you up and down.

"you're not wearing our uniform correctly." of course, as the president, he has to make sure all the students follow the rules. the dresscode is a very simple one, yet it's always your problem.

your polo was always untucked in some way, your shoes barely make it into the accepted type, you never wore your school id, and your hair wasn't as neat as it was supposed to be.

other students seeing you stand next to jing yuan was... something. there was a very clear difference in your uniform and overall attitude. "(y/n) can never stay still," he says about you.

"so... nothing new," you hum, your smile never leaving your face as you continue walking beside him. you chat his ear off with mundane topics like the weather, but he isn't paying attention.

he would—could—never admit that he's slightly interested in you. no matter how many times he scolds you, you will never change the way you act.

though he'd much rather have all the students follow the rules, there will really be people that don't. he can't help it, he thinks, since there are a lot that don't care for the rules.

"you're not wearing your blazer today," he says politely, but it elicits a big reaction from you. you curse yourself internally, mumbling a few words under your breath.

"that's what i forgot this morning..."

"you could wear our entire uniform wrong, but berate yourself for forgetting the blazer?" jing yuan chuckles, which you take as an insult.

"i'll have you know-" you got cut off when he drapes his own blazer around your shoulder, making sure it's resting snuggly on your shoulders. he continues on like nothing happened.

"...that it's cold in my classroom. what are you doing?" you ask, confused. that doesn't mean you give him back his blazer, no, you welcome it with open arms. but it's not bad to be curious.

"i'll see you later, (y/n)." he smiles sweetly, giving you a small wave before going inside the school. you stood at the gates, left to think about his actions.

"you're weird, jing yuan..." you mumble, adjusting the blazer with his name neatly embroidered on the heart.

thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan x reader

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beauty-and-passion · 4 months

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No pressure as always, but I’m curious if you saw Thomas’ Year in Review. He talks a lot about his struggles with Sanders Sides and why the creative process has taken so long (at least, he gives his own take on the situation.)

If you saw it, I’m very curious about your thoughts! Because I honestly don’t believe that this video discredits any criticism, especially your criticism, but I’m curious if any of your opinions changed after watching it regardless. And no judgement either way, I just love hearing your thoughts ^.^

My dear, it's always a pleasure to reply to your asks! It might take me some time, but in the end, the answer will always come.

Thank you very much for telling me about the video because, if it wasn't for you, I would've probably never watched it and missed out a lot. Extra kudos for that.

So I watched it. And I read your post about it too (HERE because more people need to read it): it was very well made and I agree with you wholeheartedly.

However, I also took a lot of notes while watching Mr Sanders' video and there are a lot of other things I want to say in addition to the ones you already said. So I will gladly expand my thoughts and feelings here.

(It might be longer than expected, so I'll put it under a "read more")

Accepting criticism

Thomas admitted he easily internalizes negative criticism

He said that people are allowed to write everything/to criticize and that he doesn't want others to get mad over SaSi criticism

First of all, I am proud of him for showing this self-awareness. From what I saw of him, Thomas looks like a very prideful person, so it probably took him a lot of time and courage to admit his faulty behaviour.

But in the end, he did it. He showed some of the maturity I've always wanted to see coming from him and he deserves recognition for that: good job, Thomas. I know it wasn't easy because it sucks to admit we're not good at something, but it was a great proof of adulthood coming from you.

However, I would like to point out that he doesn't internalize just negative criticism. What the ts critics noticed (and you can find several proofs in the #ts_criticism tag), is that Thomas tends to reply with a lot of passive-aggressiveness not just to people offending him, but also to simple and harmless questions like "Hey, where is the SaSi finale?". Which are not negative, not criticism and even less negative criticism.

So it's not that he just internalizes bad criticism: he internalizes every single question regarding the SaSi finale which is not a compliment towards him or a "take your time, bro". And he internalizes it as something bad, which is not great, nor fair.

With this video, he took a step in the right direction and showed some self-awareness, which is very good. But now he needs to learn how to distinguish between different kinds of criticism - as well as recognizing that asking him questions isn’t criticism. It’s just asking questions.

(I also hope that some people won’t follow his mentality of “saying anything that isn’t a compliment = criticism”, because this can lead to a dangerous, distorted vision of the world.)

And since we’re talking about criticism, I wish that by saying "please do not get angry over criticism" Thomas finally put an end to the stupid idea that “people are not allowed to criticize”.

I know some people don't like to hear this, but criticism is inherent to the nature of every single work. Everything that exists in this world is allowed to be criticized. Heck, it's exactly because these creations are criticized, that they exist. Do you know what work isn't criticized? The one people don't talk about.

And no, despite what the opposers of criticism think, when people criticize something it's not because they hate the product: it's because they care a lot about said product. It's because they saw something good in it and they're disappointed the product wasn't as good as it promised. It's because they are so invested, that every mistake frustrates them.

In the end, it's not criticism that kills a product: it's indifference. It's not talking about it anymore. When you don't care, the product is dead.

So the opponents of criticism should be happy people are talking about SaSi with such passion, throwing ideas, suggestions and calling Thomas out. It's because, despite the empty promises, they still give a fuck about this project and want to see it succeed.

Maybe, thanks to Thomas' works, more people will not ban every criticism as "bad" Because Yes. Heck, they might even read a couple of posts and find out that the criticism tag isn't made of hateful people: just of people who care like them.

And maybe this will also discourage pathetic losers like the anon @softestvirgil mentioned in their last post. An anon who is so strong and brave, to say they would hire a hitman to kill another person just because they criticize something the anon likes. Very mature, very clever and very bold, coming from a coward who doesn't even have the balls to show their face, while saying this.

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The difficulty of writing

Thomas said he got overwhelmed by the public's reaction to SaSi "in the most wonderful and intimidating way"

When Joan left, Thomas felt the overwhelming weight of the series all on himself. He couldn't see himself doing SaSi without Joan

Roleslaying was a breath of fresh air, since it was a series with no stakes

Thomas realized he was doing his best with videos that didn't require him to write

Thomas said there have been moments when he despised everything he was writing. He spent whole days on a single interaction between two characters, only to hate everything and wonder how Joan would write them/what the viewers would think.

As always, I am a prophet. What did I say in these last years?

Thomas doesn't know how to handle this series? He admitted he couldn't see himself doing it without Joan.

Thomas prefers Roleslaying and shorter, more carefree videos because they're easier and they don't require him to write? He admitted he did his best with videos that didn't require him to write.

Thomas isn't able to write the series? He had struggles and hated what he was writing.

So, what was the result, if not Thomas postponing and focusing on other projects - thus ending up with characterization errors, mistakes and things he completely forgot? Just like I said?

But even if I'm right, I am glad Thomas FINALLY talked about it. One thing is deduce what's going on, one thing is the author himself admitting it.

So yes, I really, really appreciate him doing it. Again, it was probably very hard for him to say it out loud, but he did and deserves recognition for that.

I particularly felt for him, when he said he spent days on a single interaction, only to hate everything he was writing. I empathize with him a lot because that's exactly what I felt while writing the prologue of my story, multiple times. I spent days writing the same two paragraphs, over and over, trying to find the right way to do it, the right rhythm, the right words. And I ended up deleting everything, only to start again and try again and delete everything again, over and over in a neverending loop.

I know it must've been hard for Thomas, because it is hard. Because you feel like shit. Because you ask yourself how can you not write this right, what are you doing wrong? Maybe you did everything wrong from the start, maybe the entire thing is wrong, maybe you're just too stupid to do it - and you see other stories and other writings and they're all so good and you suck so much and you feel like an even bigger loser.

And now you may ask: how can you break this loop? How can you move forward?

We will talk about Thomas' solution in a bit.

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The lack of an outline

Thomas admitted he lost connection with his characters

He said he was feeling bad for letting people down

He said he's writing the outline of the season finale by referring to notes left by Joan

He finished 3 drafts out of 4 parts. And they're still reviewed

Wow, it looks like the lack of a proper, full outline leads to characterization errors, forgetting things and taking a lot of time. Jeez, I wonder who said all of this since like, idk, forever?

As I imagined, there is still no outline at all and Thomas isn't even working on a full outline for season 3: he's working on an outline for the season 2 finale. Which means season 3 is still stuck in a limbo.

And yes, I know they're not great news, but at least they're real news. Real fucking news about the finale, not just "finished draft 3" or "worked for 8 hours" or "it will come out this year maybe yes maybe not". We finally have real news and we know how much Thomas did and what he's currently working on and how much is still left to do. So, again, he deserves recognition for finally talking about it.

Does that mean the writing is good now? Heck no, this isn't a proper way to write and my previous post still stands: the writing is still taking too long, the lack of an outline is still a problem, part 4 and the review will probably take another two years minimum and a competent writer would've helped A LOT to make the writing smoother and faster.

However, I better understand now why Thomas didn't hire one: he probably wanted to do everything by himself to not disappoint everyone and was too prideful to ask for help - considering he didn't tell anyone about his struggles either.

But what did it lead to? The outline is still missing (with all the expected consequences) and Thomas suffered for the huge weight of expectation he put on himself.

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The importance of not escaping criticism

Thomas' resolutions for this year are:

to be more open and honest about his struggles

to stay away from criticism (he doesn't even want to be tagged in it)

Those are great resolutions, especially the first one. Considering he kept everything by himself and didn't tell anyone about his struggles, being more open and honest about them is a very good decision.

And staying away from negative criticism is good too, considering that 1) it's good for mental health in general and 2) he just admitted he internalizes criticism, so staying away from it can only be helpful.

However, as said before, Thomas sees as “negative criticism" everything, including people asking him about the finale. So if he escapes from all kinds of criticism, he will also escape from harmless fans who just want an update from him.

Besides, it’s never good to escape from all kinds of criticism. Criticism is essential for writing, especially constructive criticism. Sure, you might find the 12-year-old who says "You stink and your work sucks because my headcanon is not here!", but you may also find the expert who will explain some technicalities of writing. Or just someone who can offer a deeper insight into a character. Or just an interesting idea to develop into a plot point.

Also, considering how Thomas tends to label every little critic as "negative", people who want to show their love might end up feeling "forced" to use just compliments, in hopes that Thomas will notice them/know they love SaSi. Which isn’t good either, because... well, people would be forced to censor themselves and suffocate their rightful questions just to make him happy.

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How to escape the neverending loop of hate-writing

Thomas said he wants to rediscover his joy in writing by working on more Asides/other projects to "stretch his brain"

He also expressed his love for short-form creation

Thomas' solution is a good one. Doing other things, focusing on other stuff, letting SaSi in the back to write different stories: this is all good and valid, I’m sure it will help Thomas’ mental health a lot.

However, writing small stuff with no stakes is also what Thomas wrote for most of his life. So by doing that, he basically reverts to something he’s already used to. And of course he loves it, it’s his comfort zone: it’s very understandable he feels at ease inside it.

Still, this is not a bad thing: it’s good to do it once in a while and it's even necessary for your wellbeing. But you can understand by yourself that this doesn’t help solve the problem. This just postpones the problem. Maybe it won’t come back now, maybe not today or tomorrow or during the season 2 finale. But the problem will eventually come back.

Why? Because SaSi still lacks an outline. Because the story should still move in a more mature, complex direction. Because there are still a lot of threads to develop and close. Because the characters still need mature development.

How do I think Thomas can solve the problem? Sure, detaching himself from it is good for a while, but he cannot do just that and escape into his comfort zone. He needs to face the problem and he can do it only by learning how to write.

And if it’s hard to do (because it is), then the best solution would be to hire a competent writer. Not because the writer will replace him, not at all. The writer will help Thomas to learn and understand the technicalities of writing especially for a project as big as SaSi: like how to develop an outline, how to connect all threads, how to move from a simple to a more complex plot, how to keep a continuative plot throughout several episodes without destroying the stakes. The writer will be an assistant for the writing of SaSi and a teacher from whom Thomas can learn everything he needs.

So, if Thomas really wants to give himself some grace this year as he said, I suggest he shares his writing responsibilities with someone competent and bias-free. A real writer from whom he can learn not just for SaSi, but for his future projects too. Not only this will benefit him in the long run, but it will also give him a more humble and mature approach to writing in general, by recognizing and accepting his limits and doing actual work to improve himself.

But this is just my suggestion. If he wants, Thomas can keep doing what he’s doing now, i.e. working on smaller stuff into his comfort zone and stepping out a little bit when he feels more confident.

Again, this isn’t a bad solution, but the problem is that it takes a lot of time. But, like, A LOT. You need to regain confidence from inside your comfort zone, then step out again to face a bigger problem - a problem you still don’t know how to face, because you don’t know how to write and you don’t even have an outline or a plan to tackle it. And what if you lose confidence again? Will you come back into your comfort zone and wait again to gain enough confidence to step out once more?

I know you will never read this post, Thomas, but let me tell you this: I also lost the spark with my characters several times in the past. The first time, it was because I still didn’t know how to write, so I was frustrated by the writing itself and how everything was dull. Then I lost my spark because the plot kept getting stuck and I had no idea how to improve it.

Both times, I left the project in the back and focused on other smaller stories, smaller projects and books to read.

After the first time, it took me a couple of years to get back on this project. But do you know how long it took me the second time? This year, it will be 8 years. The last time I wrote that project was 2016. And only now, after 8 years, I think I found the solution I was searching for.I could do that, because I never showed this story to anyone. It has always been my personal, secret project. But can you do the same? Can you really afford to spend 8+ years, doing everything by yourself? As I said in my previous post, unfortunately Sanders Sides has your face. And you cannot revert the biological clock forever.

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In conclusion

Do I appreciate Thomas a little more after this video? Definitely. He still didn't apologize for his lack of organization and his take on criticism is a bit questionable, but he's improving. He showed more maturity than he did in the past three years and I appreciate that. He has my respect for doing it, for admitting his mistakes and for opening up.

Does that mean he can take forever for the finale? Heck no. I still want to see the finale before the end of time and I still want to get more frequent, honest updates coming from him. And, no that doesn’t mean he has to do 20-minute-long videos every time: even just a simple, clear tweet is enough. Just to let us know how the work is going.

I also hope he will develop better communication with his team, improve the organization and, most importantly, hire a competent writer from whom he can learn more about writing in general (and regarding SaSi).

While for the fandom, I wish we would be nicer too. It doesn't make sense for us to fight over a simple series, when there are bigger problems out there. Let's enjoy our time together instead, let's criticize if we want to, let's do fanart and write fanfictions and let's fight over silly stuff only, like which ship is the best and which Orange is the best Orange. Even if the second doesn’t even need a debate, because we all know pirate!Orange is the best ;P

#sanders sides #ask #thomas sanders #ts criticism #as you said we all love this series #and we all want what's best for it #that's the only thing that matters #and if there is someone who doesn't want SaSi to succeed #then let's just ignore them #they don't deserve any attention

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