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desire-mona · 1 month

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things abt dps i feel like we dont address enough (photos attached will be shit quality, i took screenshots from yt clips LMAO)

heavily ib @pencileraser1's post abt stuff he noticed n such

the fucking KIDS at welton. the CHILDREN. maybe its just me but i always find myself forgetting that welton isnt a highschool + there are in fact a lot more students than the ones we're focusing on. thats what makes welton so like. evil? to me? they start pushing these kids into a box EARLY.

related, i wouldve LOVED to see how(/if?) keating taught these kids, or rly any other class! he has other classes!!! i think!

ok. of course. neil is a smoker, we've touched on that. but charlie is too?? and he's the one who provides the cigs???? obviously the easy explanation is that he does it to be rebellious and stuff but also Is There Something Else. much to think abt. also wondering where he gets his cigs but thats not rly anything i dont think.

this ones just funny but when mr perry tells the boys they can take a seat and todd simply does not. i KNOW he wasnt sitting before and he needs to unpack and stuff but ITS STILL FUNNY.

"take your seats boys"

"🧍"

also my guilty pleasure is the dps but its todd being anxious video bc man usually crack videos arent my jam but unfortunately i find it so funny

also!!! neil calling his dad sir. obviously its something so glaringly obvious that we dont need to have a discussion abt how theres a disconnect between them. like wow rly thanks mona i didnt know. but come on!!! it makes me sad!!! also they shake hands later in this scene and its the most affectionate/ friendly we see these two get. and its a handshake. and i think what makes it worse is that neil is a SUPER physically affectionate person with his friends. if u watch the movie and pay attention to how often he's touching someone else then ur gonna be like man. he rly was jumping at every opportunity huh.

something about the way neil and the boys act around mr perry makes me view him as more of a drill sargent than anything. everyone immediately stands upon him entering the room. they dont sit until given permission. it rly puts the whole military school thing into perspective but NOT ENOUGH TO SATISFY ME. as much as i hate mr perry, i wanna know what his life was like growing up. this man lived thru the great depression AND wwii, theres stories.

cam's stupid fucking face when keatings behind him larping ghosts. i will never stop talking about how sassy this kid is. the dps redheads go criminally unacknowledged in terms of comedy because OH MY GOD. CAM AND MEEKS WERE SO FUCKING FUNNY??? they both pulled the most dastardly judgemental looks and they make me cackle. a bit earlier in this scene meeks goes full 🙄🤨 on sniffles (tissue kid. i call him sniffles) and it is, without exaggeration, my fav part of the movie.

the fact that i totally thought knox was gonna fall off his bike and eat shit in this scene. it would be so out of place since dps isn't exactly full of physical comedy but GOD i still fully anticipated it. either that or him getting attacked by a bird. theres totally symbolism surrounding birds in this movie btw and idk what to make of it. if any of u lovely ppl have a theory then lmk immediately.

keating so accurately calling cam out being like "is this right is this right. am i walking right." BC YESSS. i will eventually make a fully fledged cam post but to briefly touch on it, i find cam to be very confused on what is right, usually in terms of morals. a whole situation of confusing your personal values with the rules, thinking theyre one in the same, and completely abandoning what u actually believe. unfortunately i think neils death rly amplified that nd is what led him to tattle. cuz cam is still willing to break the rules in the beginning of the movie!! he's outwardly judgemental but he still does it!! much to discuss, i promise i will eventually.

keatings face after todd yawps!!! theres not much to say here he is just so proud!!! sweet little moment!!!! keatpostin!!!!!!!!

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

u guys know im an avid knox hater but this made me giggle. rip knox overstreet u wouldve loved twitch streaming.

THE SPECIFICS OF THIS SHOT. i was gonna make a post a while ago being like "idk i find it funny that the main focus of this shot isnt even one of the poets" and then i realised that WAITTTTTTT THATS THE POINT!!!! keating reached kids besides the poets!!! u didnt have to be in the dead poets society to be affected by the way he taught his classes!!! u just had to be his student!!!!! also i love the fact that the kids who stayed seated r ASHAMED. EMBARRASSED.

the ending shot. oihghgghgg. it was SUCH a choice to set it up this way and honestly i adore peter for making it. this shot is SOOOO UNCOMFORTABLE TO LOOK AT and i love it. when i first watched this i was like "uhm ok interesting choice putting todd between this kids legs but I GET IT. one of the biggest things i remember from the film classes i took is that the way u set up shots is sooo important narratively, and one way to rly push the narrative is the space around a character in a shot. for example! if u have a character on screen surrounded by a TON of negative space then it rly emphasises how alone/ isolated they are. on the other end of the spectrum (the todd spectrum), if you surround a character in a shot with other objects or obstructions, like todd and this kids legs, then it rly emphasises how trapped and confined they are. looking at this makes me feel like. claustrophobic almost, like it's genuinely a bit harder to breathe looking at it. TODD IS STILL TRAPPED IN THAT SCHOOL. YES HE STOOD ON THE DESK AND YES HE NOW HAS THE MOTIVATION TO BE MORE CONFIDENT BC OF NEIL BUT HE! IS STILL! TRAPPED THERE!

more on todd since im on a roll here.

i was also gonna add that we dont rly talk about todd personality wise outside of poetry and anxiety but then i realised, what else is there? we dont really see much about him as a person outside of that, and i think thats the point! todd is constantly overshadowed by his brother, we know that, but i dont think we realise HOW MUCH that ties in with his entire character. quite honestly, outside of poetry and anxiety, ALL we have surrounding todd is his brother and his achievements. and of course! that makes sense! his parents want him to be just like his brother, they dont care about who he is as a person. UGH.

the desk set scene rly is the most insight we'll get into todds actual personality and desires imo, and thats what kills me. he wants a car!!!! get this boy a car!!!!!!!!! we rly see him start to open up before neils death and i wouldve LOVED to get to know todd when he's actually in a place to be himself!! but of course we never got that! sobs.

anywho. thats all i have for now. PLEASE share ur thoughts if u have any pls pls pls. encouraging discussion!! i love love love hearing about the specifics nd stuff, theres soooo much to pick apart abt this movie so i wanna hear everyones thoughts.

#desire mona #media #i wanna drink this movie dude #and smoke it #and inject it into my veins #etc #dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #steven meeks #knox overstreet #richard cameron #john keating #banger

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weirdmarioenemies · 5 months

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Name: Red Malicious

Debut: Densetsu no Starfy 4

Happy Festive Friday! It is almost Christmas, and that means there are more colorful baubles hanging from trees in the world than there usually are! But we can't forget the reason for the season. The ORIGINAL colorful bulbous things dangling from tree branches. Their name, is "Fruit". And they are going to take the world by storm!

Specifically, let's talk about the fruit known as Apple. I like this fruit. I eat an apple with peanut butter every day! I love it! I recommend doing it too, if you are not allergic to either ingredient! An apple should not only be delicious, but also firm and crunchy. If it's soft at all, that's just uncomfortable! However, the firmness of an ideal apple means that they can also cause discomfort, if they were to bonk you on the head. Thank goodness apple trees are not sentient and rude, or else they might try to take advantage of that property...

Oh no. This apple tree DOES seem sentient and rude! Good thing trees are still not capable of rapid movement.

Eek! I spoke too soon! This tree is sentient, rude, and capable of rapid movement! And what a large apple that is! Thank goodness it isn't dangling from any branches. That is an apple I'm sure glad has no means of falling onto any unsuspecting heads.

Oh no! Egads! I was so unsuspecting, I did not suspect that this tree would be capable of shooting apples like a cannon! That's WORSE than being bonked by an apple falling from just a few feet above you! Wonderful for seed dispersal, though! This tree could spread its progeny like nobody's business!

Anyway now that you know what this tree does, it's time for the reason I wanted to post about it in the first place: its name! Red Malicious! That's an incredible name! Red Delicious is indeed an apple I would not like to be bonked by, due to its firm, tough skin. Since I have you as my captive audience, I would like to spread the truth about Red Delicious apples, if you did not already know...

They're terrible! Garbage! And they have the gall to call themselves delicious. Red Delicious WAS once a high quality apple variety, but that was long ago. Before grocery stores, when everyone got their apples straight from the farm. Red Delicious was not a lie! It was a name you could trust.

But then came the need for Marketability. Apples were being transported to grocery stores in large quantities. They had to make sure they wouldn't get damaged during shipment, and people wanted their apples to stand out, and really wow customers. They were selected for thick, tough, shiny red skin. A conventionally sexy apple, but talk to Red Delicious for a moment and you will find there is no substance! All this marketability, and at the cost of TASTE! You bite into the unpleasantly tough skin, and are rewarded with no flavor.

Now look at, for example, Gala apples! Such beautiful yellow stripes! And it turns out, the genes that control those stripes are linked to genes that control flavor! Red Delicious, with its monochromatic epidermis, is blatantly advertising its blandness.

But oh, what the heck! It's the season of giving! Red Delicious enjoyers, help yourselves! They're fresh from the branch, shiny and crunchy as can be!

I am just kidding, of course. I don't want you to eat ornaments. If you like Red Delicious, I may not understand you, but I respect you, and am fascinated by you. You are like a rarely studied microorganism!

#red malicious #red delicious #densetsu no starfy 4 #starfy #starfy enemies #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako

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seabirdtxt · 11 months

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Hey, back at it with a request. I wanted to dump you with requests, but I also know that it takes you a bit to write, and I didn't want to overwhelm you ^^"""

Honestly though, with the requests I have in mind, I have a feeling they're going to become a spinoff series called "In which the Puppets learn the Creator is really, really bizarre."

With that said, this request will consist of some habits I have, and how our puppet boys would react to them! That being: reader is a night owl magpie who likes to collect a number of things. Whatever sparks their fancy, they hoard (It's why the Traveller has such a hoarding problem in the first place).

They collect some semi-formal things, like flowers and different plants, and like shiny rocks (Reader is familiar with the Language of Flowers, and I can fully see them and Kabukimono spending hours going over them. With Scara, Reader finds a piece of Rose Quartz in the shape of a heart and gives it to him, saying "You said you wanted a heart, right? Here you go! I know it isn't a real heart, but that's okay: because you already have a real one!")

But then they have the weird stuff they collect, like bones -and teeth -and scales - and bugs (Scara or Wanderer: "Why do you have this?" Reader, holding up the carcass of a beetle: "I just think they're neat!")

Or the worse part: literal trash. I'm talking broken pieces of glass and random metal parts, and like old candy wrappers that they've been keeping. (Again: Scara or Wanderer: "Get rid of this." Reader: "But it has sentimental value-!!!" S or W: "IT IS LITERALLY TRASH!!!")

But yes. Reader is a hoarder of many things.

i love this LOL i also hoard some pretty random things so like 🤝

(Might not have touched on all the same points as your ask bc i tried to keep it in-universe, but i tried to hit the major themes of each!)

WC. 1.5k

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Flowers and Gems: Kabukimono

This collection is one of your gentler ones, and you take care to replenish it often with new blooms and interesting stones you pick up along your way. There is so much more novelty to collect here than back on earth, after all!

Kabukimono is fascinated by the variety of it, begging to be taken along with you the next time you venture out into the world to add more to your stash, and maybe take inspiration to start a collection of his own! It takes a bit of convincing, but you eventually relent and allow him to accompany you.

He follows you with wide eyes and an awed grin, asking you all about the various plants that the pair of you come across. You try to remember them as best as you can, reciting what you remember from the ingame tooltips.

“Wow! What’s this one?” Kabukimono asks, bounding up to a reddish pink bush. He delicately plucks one of the flowers, showing it to you proudly.

“That’s a silk flower!” You tell him, smiling as you take the flower from his hand. He only smiles and picks himself another one. “The people in Liyue can process them and make them into a very fine fabric!”

Kabukimono nods in understanding. “That makes sense! I know lots of kimono makers back home often talk about the quality of fabric from Liyue.”

“Fun fact,” you add, “back in my world, silk is such a sturdy material that it can resist piercing damage, to a certain extent! But it is very weak to slashing, or cutting damage.”

“That’s so interesting!” Kabukimono’s eyes go wider at the information. “I wonder if that's true of the silk from this world, too!”

“We probably shouldn’t, y’know… test it or anything,” you interrupt him before he lets his curiosity get the better of him. “We can probably ask a seamstress about it later.”

“Ohhh, good thinking.” Kabukimono agrees. He pockets his flower and looks around the area, scouting for the next object to collect. “Hey, do you have an electro crystal, yet? I heard you can only mine them using pyro!”

You let Kabukimono lead you to your next destination, already planning to press the new flower for your collection. Distantly, you wonder how the two of you are going to get an electro crystal, considering neither of you have pyro visions.

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Beetles and Bones: Wanderer

“I went back to Springvale to ask if those hunters still had some of those ancient boar bones,” is what you say, offering a sheepish grin to Wanderer, who stares down at you with his arms crossed. In all honesty, you probably deserve the scrutiny for having somehow escaped his supervision for several hours.

“Did you at least get the, uh,,” Wanderer gestures at the cloth bag you’re holding in your arms. “Special bones you were looking for?”

“Yeah!” You exclaim, shaking the bag excitedly. It makes a rattling noise as you move. “Do you want to see them?”

You don’t wait to hear the answer, instead leading the way to your room, where part of your collection resides. You hear Wanderer step in and close the door behind you, waiting in curious silence as you carefully put your bag on your bed, pulling open the drawstring with reverence.

One by one, you bring out the intact bones the hunters were able to unearth from you. You brush off some of the remaining dust, then you begin laying them out on your bed in their approximate positions.

“That’s your special ancient boar?” Wanderer asks, sidling up to you and looking at the bones with you.

“Yes!” You finally place the jawless skull at the top of the unfinished skeleton, putting your hands on your hips with satisfaction. “I found it during a quest when I was still guiding the Traveler. I knew I had to have it in my collection when I got here!”

“Fair enough,” Wanderer nods. “Can I see the rest of your stuff?”

You are more than eager to show off the cool stuff you’ve been hoarding since your arrival in Teyvat, from smaller animal bones, to surprisingly intact shed lizard skins and molted duskbird feathers, and even some hollow onikabuto shells.

Wanderer picks up each one with care, mindful of your enthusiasm for your strange collection. He turns each object over slowly, inspecting them as you’re explaining the particularities of your collection.

“Hey, do you mind if I borrow some of these?” Wanderer eventually asks, as you’re nearing the end of your impromptu lecture. “I’ve got this Amurta elective that I haven’t started my project for, and some of these are interesting enough. I could probably write something about them.”

Your sudden silence is worrying, and he’s quick to backpedal in case he’d offended you in some way.

“Or, forget it, I mean-” he turns and pretends to scratch his nose to hide the dumb expression he knows he must be making. “I know this is all probably hard to get, so if you don’t want to risk it getting broken or stolen…”

“I would love to share it with you!!” Your sudden shout scares him out of his foul mood, and he looks at you in bemusement. Your eyes are wide and shiny, matching the stupid grin that settles on your face. Just as he’s about to reply, you leap up and scramble for one of the unopened drawers.

You proudly present a wooden box, and when you open it Wanderer can see the interior is padded and separated with thin wooden strips, creating protected compartments just big enough to fit some of the larger items in your collection.

“You’ve got to take extra good care of this stuff, okay?” You instruct him, and you help him pack the items he’d chosen into your carrying case. “I mean, I can probably find some of this stuff again, but the more delicate things are harder to come by. Promise you’ll be careful?”

He looks up at you, closing the lid of the box slowly and fastening it shut. “Yeah, I promise,” he says, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

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Literal Garbage: Scaramouche

“You’re throwing this shit out, right?”

The noise you make, of absolute disgust and denial, is enough to make Scaramouche second guess his own words for a moment. He recovers faster than you’d give him credit for, picking up the broken clay jar and the dull shard of a broken sword. He holds up both in front of you, an accusing glare pinning you.

“Does this look like normal stuff to collect, to you?” he demands, tossing both back into the bin where he’d found them, retrieving a foil candy wrapper and a graphite pencil with no nib. Again, he discards both items with a noise of exasperation. “None of this stuff has any use! It’s all just garbage! Where do you even find this?!”

“Like,” you say, shuffling closer to your collection bin and putting the cover back on it slowly. “On the ground and stuff? I don’t know what you’re expecting.”

Scaramouche pinches the bridge of his nose with a loud sigh, but doesn’t make any move to reopen the bin. “You’re seriously testing my patience, here. Why are you collecting all this garbage? Can’t you collect something less… bizarre? Like seashells, or something.”

“I have some of those, too!”

“Not the point, here!”

You look down where your hands are pressing down on the lid of the bin, then back up at Scaramouche with a bit of a pout.

“Are you really making me throw it all out?” You ask, pitifully. He takes one look at you and grumbles with displeasure.

“That’s not what I said,” he rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as he looks down his nose at you. “You want to waste your time picking up other people’s trash and pretending it has meaning to you? Fine, be my guest. But don’t come crying to me when you realize you’re stuck with a container full of useless junk that nobody wanted anymore.”

“Sometimes, even the things that people feel have no practical use can be worth a lot to someone else,” you tell him. “Things don’t have to be worth anything to be wanted.”

Scaramouche chews on your words for a moment, then shrugs. “Sure, whatever you say, I guess.”

He doesn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon, so you tentatively open the bin and reach inside, fishing around until your fingertips grasp what you’re looking for.

“Are you sure you don’t recognize this one?” You ask, holding up the candy wrapper so he can see it. He scrunches up his nose at the offending item.

“Am I supposed to?”

“It’s from that festival in Inazuma,” you smile, bringing the wrapper to yourself gently. “The one you guys took me to when you found out I hadn’t been to one before.”

Scaramouche looks at it closer, out of the corner of his eye. He lets his shoulders slump and shakes his head with a huff.

“Whatever,” he says. “The rest of it is garbage, though.”

You put the wrapper away with a cheeky grin.

#genshin sagau #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin isekai #genshin self aware au #genshin scaramouche #sagau scaramouche #genshin wanderer #sagau wanderer #genshin kabukimono #sagau kabukimono #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kabukimono x reader #genshin x reader #sagau x reader #seabird.inbox #seabird.txt #littlemistermedley

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melanieph321 · 4 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - City Girls Part 7/8

Yeah this is a mess I can't fix 😅. Had fun writing this chapter tho since it ft Kyle Walker whom I am very fond of 🤣

Reader plays for the Man City girls academy. She struggles a bit but gets Ruben to mentor her. The the two don't hit off despite having many things in common. It all gets worse when Reader eventually catches feelings for Ruben.

Enjoy!

Cityzens Day.

It was mainly for the club sponsors but alot of players brought along their families and friends as the day was filled with fun activities, football challanges and the ever so popular guided tour inside the Ethiad campus.

It was your first time attending, although it was mandatory for all City players. A little sad, that you weren't able to bring your family from Brazil. They would have loved it, especially the chance to play football at the Ethiad Stadium. Apparently that was the highlight of the event, a friendly game between players from all levels, men, women, girls and boys, and of course their families. The game would be broadcasted on the teams website and it usually brought alot of laughs to alot of people. You couldn't wait to play, but until then you wandered the campus alone, watching other players enjoying spending quality time with their families.

"Hey Y/N, come here!"

You were observing a very intense juggling contests between an academy player and someone's kid, when coach spotted you in the crowd, waving you over.

"Meet my family." He stood next to a beautiful red-haired woman and young boy with a toothy smile. "This is my wife Trish, my son Ethan and that over there..." He pointed towards the crowd, to the center of it, where the juggling contests was happening. "That is my daughter Lucy." He said.

"Wow, she's really good."

She was definitely bruising the ego of the young academy player. He would certainly up his juggling game after this.

"You know, she reminds me alot of you." Coach smiled. "I can't get her to stop juggling the ball either."

"Seems like her talent won't go to waste today, the price is a Playstation 6, no?"

You shared a laugh. Coach had a lovely family who had flown all the way from Australia to see him. Cityzens Day was really the best time for that.

A food truck pulled up to campus just in time for lunch. You bought a taco bowl so big that you had to share it with another player as she saw you struggling.

"So when are you coming to play with us again." She asked, you knew her as Alison Bennett.

"I dunno?" You sighed. "I don't think I fit into the kind of squad your coach wants."

"Are you joking?" Alison frowned. "But you played so well with us."

It was strange really, but since it happned more than once now, that you got excluded from playing with the first team, you simply assumed the worst. Even though Ruben told you not to worry about it, you couldn't help but to. Your development as a player was at stake. And the fact that Ruben's diet helped you put on a few pounds was not a constellation. Perhaps the coaches on the first team had noticed, that you were getting fat?

"Speaking of playing, are you on for the game this afternoon?" Alison asked.

"The game against cityzens?"

"Yeah?"

You smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Great. I really hope you're on my team. I'm the captain. We're gonna need...."

Alison got tuned out as you sighted something in the distance, or better yet, someone. It was Ruben, walking side by side with a woman just as tall as him only thinner. She was wearing a Man City jersey, sporting the number three, Ruben's number three. He held a hand to her lower back, guiding her around, introducing her to his teammates.

"Speaking of players I would like on my team." Alison took notice of where all your attention had gone. "We could surley use a defender like Dias."

"Ruben?" You asked, your voice a bit strained.

She nodded "He's like the best defender City's got. We'll never concede goals with him on our team."

You turned back to look at Ruben and the woman he had brought. Could it be his girlfriend? In that case Ruben didn't have a type, because you looked nothing like her.

"He used to coach me, you know?" Alison leaned in and whispered.

"Who, Ruben?"

She bit her lip, nodding her head.

"B...but you're a forward?"

"So? Aren't you one too? Nevertheless, Ruben used to teach me how to improve my skills. You know, help me get past the...."

"Defenders." You said, finishing of her sentence.

"Yeah, exactly. He's a really good coach."

"I can imagine." You ignored the painful beating of your heart. "Tell me..." You asked. ".. did you used to go to his place to, you know,"hang out"?"

She snorted. "No, why would I do that?"

"Oh."

A slight relief.

Alison stood, having helped you finish your meal. Her smile was devious. "No, Ruben used to take me back to the infirmary. We used to"hang out" there."

Your heart sank.

It was the realization that perhaps you were one of many.

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The afternoon sun was setting over Manchester City, but Cityzens Day was far from over. The game of cityzens was still on the agenda.

You laced up your cleats and stepped onto the football pitch at the magnificent Ethiad Stadium. It was truly breath taking playing in front so many people. Although the game was for fun, you were determined to showcase your talent, and even more determined to win against Ruben and his team. That's right, he was the captain of a squad containing lots of good players from all divisions. Players that made your teammates look like freaking toddlers.

"Alright! Ladies, fellas, huddle up!" A man urged for all the players on your team to gather around him. He was big, but funny looking, with a voice that did not match his brutal appearance.

"I'm Kyle Walker, but you can call me your captain for this evening."

"Captain?" Alison frowned. You were lucky to have her om your team, however, she did not look happy to find the captains armband handed to someone else. "We never voted for you to be our captain." She protested.

"Well, you should have. I have the experience when it matters and feel confident that I can lead this team to victory." He said.

"How?" A young U21 player squealed. Like the rest of you he was glaring at Ruben and his team as they warmed up on the opposite side of the pitch. The majority of Ruben's squad were players from the men's first team, including their assistant coaches.

"They're gonna eat us alive." The boy said, to which everyone agreed.

"Well that's not the spirit. Come on guys, hands in." Kyle ordered for everyone to stretch out a hand towards the ring you formed. "Victory on three, alright. One...two...three...VICTORY!" Kyle shouted, whilst the rest of you mumbled the words. Nevertheless you personally were not intimidated. You had played against tough opponents before, and you knew that you had a team that could give it their all, because Manchester City was arguably the best football club in the world.

The whistle blew, and the game began.

The first half was a blur of sweat and noise, as the two teams battled it out on the field. You dribbled and ran, dodging and weaving around your opponents, but Ruben and his team were tough to beat. They were bigger and stronger, and they had a few tricks up their sleeves.

"Whatta fuck!"

You ate dirt as Ruben ordered his players to tag team you. You stood no chance as Ruben was well aware that you rather go on your own than pass the ball.

"I'm sorry Y/N."

Ester pulled you up from the ground, having helped her teammates knock you down. She was playing for Ruben but seemed genuinely sorry for how he was running his play.

"Just give me the ball." You scuffed, as coach blew the whistle, handing your team a freekick for the offense made against you.

Kyle took it and missed.

The game resumed.

"Come on team, it's not over yet!" Your "captain", encouraged. "Fight until the end!"

As the second half began, your team was down by three goals, the majority of players being tired, cold and dirty, ready to throw in the towel. But you refused to give up. You knew that you had to do something to turn the game around, and you were determined to be the one to make it happen.

The moment didn't reveal itself until injury time. During he last minute's of the game. Ruben misjudged a pass, and you saw your chance. Charging directly towards him you had no other intention than to dribble past him.

"Pass the ball!" Kyle shouted, pointing to Alison who stood open, ready to receive the assist.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, you had to do this, you had to try and get past him. However Ruben's braud frame made it nearly impossible for you to sight the goal behind him. He looked smug, aware that your chances of getting past him were slim to none. But you had prepared for this. Ruben had prepared you for this. As he lunged forwards, you did not hesitate to bring the fight to him. The two of you clashed together, with Ruben's strangeth throwing you off, however you had suprised him with an elbow to his lower ribs, the quick jab making him fold before your eyes. It was your chance to get past him. For that split second that you caught him lacking you managed to ship the ball in the air and leaped your body over Ruben's extended leg. It was the moment of the match, the crowd on their feet watching a 60kg girl go head to head with one of the world's greatest defenders, beating him to it, sending the ball into the back off the net.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and your team rushed onto the field, arms around each other's shoulders, grinning from ear to ear.

"That's what I'm talking about. That's how we play!" Kyle Walker was in the verge of tears. You may have lost the game, but you had proven that you were not to be underestimated. Not now, not ever. By anyone.

"Great game Y/N."

"Um, thanks."

Ester approached you as the pitch cleared of people, friends and family members heading their respective ways. Cityzens Day was officially over.

"I really mean it, you played amazing."

You were on the ground tying your cleats. Looking up at Ester you sighed. "What do you want?"

Her expression was hard to read, her eyes desperate to tell you somthing. "I..." She squealed.

You stood, hands on your hips. "Yes?"

She sighed. "I'm sorry it had to be this way...between us. You really deserve to play with the first team but so do I. I've fought all of my life for this position."

"And I haven't?" You gasped. "Ester if you've got somthing else to say to me I rather not hear it." You turned your back on her and walked away, however, she fought to catch up to you.

"Come on Y/N. At least now you get to be with your boyfriend. I mean it was his idea."

"Whatta hell are you talking about Ester. I don't have a boyfriend."

"Could have fooled me." She chuckled, to which you frowned. "Ruben practically begged me not to tell the club officials about you two. He told me that he would talk to the coaches on the first team, tell them how you were having problems settling into a new country, mental problems, that were effecting your performance."

"He did what?"

Suddenly you lost the sensation of your hands and feet.

Ester nodded. "It worked. The coaches on the first team didn't want to put pressure on you by calling you up to play for them and so they picked me instead. It's a win-win for both of us since you get to be with Ruben and I get to play."

You were lost for words, trying to make sense of her words that were like riddles to your ears. However one thing was clear, Ruben had betrayed you, and for what?

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #kyle walker

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sunakittymeow · 1 month

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Summery: You are sick and a your childhood bestfriend taking care of you.

Genre: Fluff?

Warning: none, typos. (Not proofread)

Requested: No.

A/n: I planned to make a oikawa fic but changed to him because I love him.

You and tsukishima has been friends since childhood along with Yamaguchi. you both would bicker with eachother over the smallest thing and Yamaguchi have to butt in to solve the matter.

But despite that you both cared for eachother, even though you both would say awful things yet you both won't leave eachother's side if needed. But ofcourse you won't tell eachother that.

but today is different, you caught a flu and your parents were gone for business purposes leaving you alone. Your migraine has gotten worse than it was before.

cough after cough left from your mouth. you were tired of this flu. Can't breath properly. You sneezed for the fifth time.

But you for startled by a sudden knock on your door.

"Come in"

You spoke in a low voice, you had a sore throat.

"You shouldn't let anybody enter into your room without asking who are they"

a the door flew out and the owner of the voice traveled himself.

"It's fine, it's you."

"But there would be some time I won't be the one standing, so be careful"

"Awww someone's caring"

he glared at you making you laugh.

"What brings you here kei?"

"Your mom informed me that you caught flu, came to check on you"

You smiled at him cheekily.

"Is that so? Wow thanks kei"

You giggled once again but soon coughed.

"God, you look awful"

"What did you just said?"

"You got a hearing probelm??"

You shot a glare at him making him chuckle.

"aww is the little kid getting mad? Sorry didn't mean to"

there was it again. His snarky comments.

you both bickered for some time and then he decided to ask about your medicine.

"Mhm, I'm taking them"

lie.

He clearly knew that how much you despise medicines, 'it's bitter and hard to swallow' that's what you say everytime you try to take medicine.

"Yeah sure"

he opens the drawer and took out the medicine box, it looked like nobody touched it yet.

He took out the medicine and handed you.

"C'mon hurry up, i don't have all day"

He groaned.

"How did you even-"

"Just take it"

He handed you a glass of water and forced you to take the medicine.

"Kei i hate it"

You throwed some tantrums at him which didn't worked since he looked unfazed by it.

Due to not eating anything your stomach grambles as loudly as possible making you whine.

The blonde male sighed knowing you haven't touched any food. So he decide to cook something edible. He isn't a good cook at all but he knows the basic to make a porridge.

"Here"

He placed the food on your bed carefully not to drop it.

You had a disgusting expression on your face. Knowing you won't touch the food he hold the spoon to your mouth almost shoving it which made the spoon hit your lips and you let out a soft groan and he took the chance putting the porridge inside your mouth.

"Kei, what the hell"

he rolled his eyes and didn't said anything while feeding you the porridge.

After finishing the food (you almost threw up) he decided to put you to sleep.

"Wait you still have one medicine left"

He quickly took out the last medicine and handed you, you lazily took it.

Finally tiredness was getting you, so you laid down more and pulled the sheets closer to your body making you curl up into a ball.

He noticed your tiring state and thought you have fallen asleep.

"Sleep tight"

He whispered quality, not wanting to wake you up. And places a soft kiss on your hand before leaving.

(But little did he knew that you never slept that time. This gesture of his was enough to make your stomach churned up in happiness)

#tsukki x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima smut #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei x you

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aclowntiny · 6 months

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Task Failed Successfully- Hyunjin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2.6K | Friends to Lovers, College AU | Warnings: none really, very slight alcohol mentions but Reader doesn’t explicitly drink, one small swear

In all honesty, you were thankful for that tiny little art class with that temporary professor who moved universities the following semester. You were thankful even though you felt like those new brush types you were made to use irreversibly brought down the quality of the one portrait you painted- paint was a difficult, sometimes fickle medium anyway. Even though sometimes it felt like that class so few people had heard of was but a fever dream, it was more than worth it to you since you wouldn’t have met Hyunjin otherwise.

Your tablemate was a gifted painter, humble as he was toward every compliment paid him. The joke you two shared was that he could have taught the class, but art was Hyunjin’s major and he was truly eager to soak up every piece of knowledge his seniors had for him- even if he disregarded it sometimes to prove a point. Art types, you know. You remained more of a rule-follower, but you guys shared one of your famous stingingly enthusiastic high-fives for it. High-fives came so naturally to you two, neither of you had to look anymore. Hence why Hyunjin’s friend Minho described you two’s ‘creepy eye contact’.

Hyunjin was what you called a hopeless romantic. Many of the gorgeous children of his brush were roses, couples from movies that had become his muses. You teased him, called him the type of guy who must have had a ring already in his nightstand just waiting.

“Easy,” he shot back, “or are you trying so hard to get rid of me?”

“No, of course not,” you shook your head and mirrored his grin, “who’s going to buy my drinks at the campus café if I marry you off too soon?”

“Oh,” he elbowed you, “so that’s why you keep me around, huh? Bold of you to assume I’m going with you.”

Giggling, you shouldered your backpack and kept on down the posh brick walkway that marked the campus rose garden. Hyunjin kept by your side the whole walk past the waving blooms and right to the student center where the little restaurants and cafés were.

“Alright, fine, but only if you take bowling with me next semester.”

Your campus had a bowling alley and its own ‘sports’ course set there, a class that filled up quickly with students eager to get credits for fun, even if they sucked, because how do you fail bowling?

“Oh, no,” you placed your hand over your heart, eyes rolling away from him dramatically, “truly a fate worse than death.”

“You’re welcome.”

“What’s that supposed to be?”

Hyunjin was peering at your canvas, tracing the latest line you’d smeared across it with his head tilted and eyes darting. He looked like a curious cat.

“Why, what does it look like?”

“Oh, no,” he shook his tilted head, “this is the ultimate trap. I say the wrong thing and it looks terrible. Not falling for that one bit.” He punctuated his statement with an enunciated pronouncement of your name and a finger booping your nose.

“Well, I’ll give you a hint, it’s going to be a landscape.”

“Ooh! The beach! It’s the beach, huh? I should have known you were painting the sea again!” Straightening up, he clapped and pointed in excitement, having gone from cat to puppy in three seconds flat. That was one of your favorite things about him.

“Guess I’m predictable,” you replied jokingly, giving him a smile, “it is the beach. Well, sort of. At my family’s little spot there was this pier that would silhouette perfectly in the sunset, the water trapped on the sand reflecting it as an inverse on the ground. All the orange melting into blue- the sky geld more colors than the sea! It was like setting foot into another world.”

“Wow,” Hyunjin breathed, “and you say you’re not much of an artist. If I had half the way with words you do, it’d be over for everyone.”

“Well, then we’ll have to take over the world together.”

“Sounds good to me. Dictatorships sound lonely anyway.”

With that nature of his, it was only a matter of time. Hyunjin’s art spoke volumes about his subconscious, so it was no surprise when he started telling you about a blind date a friend of his was setting him up on.

“So I guess he sits by her in his fashion design class…”

“Ooh,” you muse. Sounds up his alley.

“And she’s been looking for a date for a while, so he told her ‘I have this art major friend’ and the rest was history.”

How was it so easy for some people? Though then again, volunteering your friends was a considerably different task than asking someone out, especially if your friends were as hot as Hyunjin. Not that you thought about that often. It was just a sort of objective appreciation thing, like straight guys talking about Ryan Reynolds. Yeah.

“So besides being single and taking a fashion design class with Felix, what’s her deal? Did he give you any detail?”

“She’s twenty-one. A bit of a partier, but sounds like nothing I can’t handle.”

At that, you suppressed a snort. Hyunjin was an E type, but the last thing he was was a partier. Getting a few drinks with his eight-person friend group or attending a wine and paint night was as crazy as he ever got. For being such an amazing dancer, he never hit the club and you were fine with that. All the noise and crowds could be sort of anxiety-inducing. Call you a child after heart, but you’d take the nights you two had painted the arcade red over going out dancing with strangers.

Enough about that, though. Pulling your jacket a bit tighter about your chest, you shook your head as if to dissipate a cartoon thought cloud. “So, where are you taking her, then?”

Hyunjin smiled, a bit…nervously? “We’re just meeting at the bar-and-grill across the way here, nothing fancy.”

“Hiding that side until a few nights in, huh?” You nudged him, chest feeling like it expanded at the way his smile opened up, relaxed.

“She’s a fashion major, she’s going to be way more pretentious than me.”

“I dunno, Mr. Windows to the Soul,” you kept teasing, this time with the name of his last assignment sketch of a pair of eyes.

“Not my last minute title,” he waved a hand before playfully grabbing yours and swinging it back to your side, “next time I’ll just use a drama quote like you did. Really show how serious I take the assignment.”

“Hey!” You protested, shoving his hand away in mock offense.

“Gotcha,” he grinned.

Hopefully Miss Fashion could handle him as well as you could.

Forwarding a picture of your pet that your parents had sent you earlier in the day, you texted Hyunjin ‘Good luck!’. Too robotic? You hoped not, because by whatever cosmic dice roll the vibes had just been off all day, clouds rolling across the atmosphere of your mind and obscuring any small good that came your way. If you seemed off, he would worry, and he didn’t need to carry anything unnecessary into his evening.

Hyunjin 🐹: Thank you 👍🏻 heading to the bar now! Hope we both have a fun evening 😁

You shook your head as your phone’s backlight illuminated your face an artificial blue-white. Hyunjin was too sweet for his own good.

Me: I’m just having a night in lol so have fun for both of us!

Squirreling your phone back into your hoodie’s front pocket, you wiggled a bit deeper into the garment and sighed. It wasn’t that you wanted his blind date to go badly or anything…so why weren’t you feeling the excitement you led on in your text?

It was about forty minutes later, just about seven-thirty, when your phone buzzed again. Reaching into your pocket with one hand, you paused the video you’d been watching with the other. The first word you registered was Hyunjin’s name, the little hamster emoji you’d given his contact because they didn’t make a ferret for some reason.

Hyunjin 🐹: She never showed.

Just three words, but that message alone was enough to have you kicking your blankets off and feeling your hand curl into a fist. You barely bothered beyond a perfunctory check and touch-up of yourself in the mirror before you had your keys in your hand, all but stomping out the door of your dorm suite.

How dare she! How dare Whatever-Her-Name stand him up! Guys like Hyunjin didn’t grow on trees, and whatever planet she was on where she thought she could do better than your friend, it wasn’t much like Earth. Had Felix’s words been cause of any caution, set forth any reservation? It sure hadn’t sounded like it from Hyunjin’s recounting.

Me: Stay there, I’m coming to get you.

Hyunjin 🐹: You don’t have to do that. She just forgot, apparently. She was already out with friends when I texted a follow-up thirty minutes into sitting here.

Swallowing down some very uncouth nicknames, you sent one more message before starting your car.

Me: I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Not cool 😕

Metaphorical red clouded your vision, forcing reminders from the greatly-diminished level fraction of your brain to slow down, keep a vigilant eye upon the dim road still. This was the kind of thing you read about in ridiculous website articles about ‘Top Ten Dating Nightmares’ or saw on a corny sitcom, not a real-life thing. Petty, sure, but you wondered how many assignments Party Girl had ‘forgotten’ in her college career.

After what felt like much longer than a twelve-minute drive you were pulling into the bar-and-grill, where a serendipitous front-row parking space was just opening up. Swiping the black SUV’s former resting place, you parked and took a short, forceful walk through the doors. It didn’t take long to find Hyunjin as he sat blank-faced in a red leather stool beneath the bar’s wine-tinted neon, chin in his hand and cocktail in front of him. The lights splashing the place perfectly mirrored the literary light of your fervor, spurring you on… and inspiring your next piece for class, but that was beside the point.

“Hey,” Hyunjin greeted you in a deadpan, giving you a halfhearted wave.

“I- I- I cannot believe her!” You spluttered, forgetting yourself as you grabbed Hyunjin’s hand and practically yanked him out of his seat. “But it doesn’t matter- we are not giving her the power to ruin our evening.”

When it became ‘our’ evening who knew, but such did not even occur to you until much later. Only one thing was on your mind, after all.

“Come on. Let’s forget all about that and have some fun at least.”

No resistance from Hyunjin- he simply followed you out the door, chuckling and sarcastically thanking you for making sure he’d paid for his drink.

Stopping right before the doors, you cocked a brow. “Had you?”

“Yes.”

“Look at you- picture of integrity,” you remarked, disappearing back out from the reddish glow into cool night air, the feeling of your friend’s hand in yours a warm tether.

Soon the two of you were bathed in a much different light, the brighter-and much cheerier in your opinion-blinking of the arcade. Your spot. Fiddling sheepishly with your hoodie strings, you bid Hyunjin pick a game since you’d paid.

He chose air hockey. Good man. Whirs and rampant clicks drowned out the echoing thoughts you both were surely having, brought forth shaky, then stronger and stronger smiles. He won. You pretended to be upset before relenting with an infamous no-look high-five, secretly happy he got the victory.

“You paid and you lost!” Hyunjin urged, waving a hand as if to usher you deeper into the colorful madness. “Pick the next one!”

“Alright, basketball!” You agreed, following the wave down to the hoop-shooting game.

With a swipe of your card, you were off, tossing with the best of your aim and protesting the snickering at your side when you proverbially ate it. Like a Jedi sense, you leaned to the left right as Hyunjin made to nudge you, something he’d done on your last trip too, and vowed your revenge.

In a way, you got it, because you won that game. Playing clean, you reminded him.

Neither of you brought up the evening’s previous half for several games, truly successful in your endeavor of distracting yourselves. It rose to your mind a few times, mostly when the sight of his smile drew one from you. No longer were your eyes framed crimson, though- rather all you felt was gladness at your move, satisfaction like the last piece had tumbled into a puzzle.

It was after the roulette spin that the subject of your un-ruined evening was broached. Your head had swiveled in search of the next expense of credits when his voice at your side had you turning back.

“Hey,” he’d said, and when you faced him again he tugged at the hem of his jean jacket and glanced up to your eyes and back down, “this means a lot to me.”

Your gaze softened into his, chest leapt at the sudden heartfelt words. “Of course. I told you, no reason to let the evening be ruined.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, scratching sheepishly at the back of his neck, “but I guess what I really mean is I realized something when we came here. When Felix told me about the blind date, I just jumped at the chance without thinking. Well, we see where that got me.” He gave a short, sardonic chuckle. “Now, though, I’ve been thinking. Everything just feels right like this with you and I. You’re the one I’d rather be with.”

You gaped. “Like, date?”

“What happened to inverse worlds reflected on sand?” Hyunjin teased, giving you one of those infamous smirks of his.

“I wasn’t exactly surprised out of my mind talking about the old bay pier,” you shot back, though your expression was anything but intimidating, a smile no part of you could fight spreading across it in place of any pout or death glare you normally would have attempted.

And there he was, smiling back with a hopeful look in his eyes that had your heartbeat stuttering. “So, we going to unpack ‘surprised out of my mind’ or nah?”

“Nah,” you shook your head beneath the whirlwind of thoughts and thrumming of heartbeats, all your vision’s red faded to the rosy glow of something you never thought you would let yourself give into, “I’m just going to surprise you out of your mind.”

Ryan Reynolds, your ass. It blew your mind someone could pass over a person as amazing as your classmate, someone who could translate their heart into the most amazing things and feel like home in physical presence too. An open conduit for all the teasing banter that never went too far. Well, no matter- the floodgates had been opened, and with no further warning you surged forward to shut out every centimeter of air between Hyunjin’s lips and yours, smiling and resisting the urge to shake your head at- well, everything. Your arcade light fireworks lighting up the insides of your fluttering eyelids, the way his fingers found the curves of your cheekbones, tracing them like he was plotting his next painting.

Maybe both of you were hopeless romantics.

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x gender neutral reader #hyunjin #hyunjin x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #friends to lovers #college au

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an1meslvt · 1 year

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|attitude|

tag: toxic!shuriri x blackfemreader

warnings: smut, smut, smut! (18+)toxic relationship themes, a bit of angst, dom!shuri, dom!switch! riri, sub!reader, bdsm themes, fluff at the end :)

translations: xhosa: kuqhubekani-what’s going on, thatha yonke into endikunika yona-take everything i give you. sthandwa-my love, usana-baby, ewe-yes

summary: you’re fed up with how shuri and riri have been in the lab, and giving less and less attention everyday…but it gets resolved. :)

you laid comfortably in the bed you shared with riri and shuri. they were down at the lab (as always) and you were quite bored honestly. ever since this big project came up, they’ve been distant due to the constant need to tweak what they’ve already worked on. now you being the considerate girlfriend you are, you completely understood that they needed to work and honestly it didn’t really bother you….at first that is.

you knew they wouldn’t always be around since shuri is a well know scientist and the queen of wakanda, and riri was her right hand man on missions and projects, but got damn! you didn’t think you would feel basically like a damn child waiting for their parents to give them attention(cuz that’s literally how you felt.)

as you thought about it more, the more annoyed you got. and to make matters worse, they haven’t been home in almost a damn week(except to shower and change, and sometimes barely that.) “bruh this shit so unfair.” you mumbled, getting up from the bed to go into the kitchen. you aggressively took out the items you needed to make dinner.

as if the universe could have the worst possible timing, riri and shuri walked in the door with wide smiles on their faces (that soon dropped when they saw how mad you clearly were.) “woah, ma! what’s wrong?” riri’s voice was slightly raised as she addressed you. “yea y/n, kuqhubekani?” shuri asked.

angrily, you threw a bowl in the sink, causing the two to jump. “how could you ask a dumb ass question like that? what’s wrong is how yall been in that mfin lab for a whole damn week! what about me?!! huh?! i need attention too!.” you yelled. shuri and riri both scrunched their faces up at your yelling.

“ok first of all calm down and talk like you got sum sense. second of all you know how important this project is so why you tripping, baby girl?” riri spoke, causing shuri to look at you expecting an answer. “maybe because it seems like the only people in this relationship is y’all two! it’s just fuck me and my feelings, right?!” you said now calming down a little, but still angry.

“so we get yelled at because you wanna be an attention whore? wow, that’s crazy.” shuri laughed. this bitch-she had the audacity to call you an attention whore just because you felt neglected?!!?? oh hell no! “oh so i’m an attention whore because i wanna spend quality time with my significant others?! you got me ALL the way fucked up.” you began to walk upstairs to the shared bedroom.

they followed close behind you, curious to see what you were about to do. once reaching your bedroom, you pulled out a suitcase. “i honestly don’t know why you pulling out yo suitcase cuz you not goin no where.” riri said, throwing your suitcase on the ground. shuri followed up by kicking the suitcase down the stairs. “y/n you need to stop playing with us as if we can’t track you down wherever you go, kimoyo beads or not.” shuri said, glaring at your kimoyo beads.

“and y’all need to stop thinking you can talk to me any kinda way! i’m not some child so stop treating me like one!” you we’re beyond hurt at this point. the two people you loved the most were growing further and further apart from you.

“Look y/n, maybe you should start being considerate of our work! we go in that lab everyday and bust our asses to make sure you and wakanda is safe!” riri yelled, walking up to you. “you’ve been more irritable lately, y/n…what your problem?” shuri now began to walk towards you. ok, now you were getting anxious. these mfs is ganging up on you! now you were fully pressed against a wall.

“why are y��all fucking ganging up on me?! all this because i want to feel loved by my girlfriends?!” the tears couldn’t stop and their faces softened as they looked at you, realizing their mistake. “y/n baby we’re so-” you cut shuri off before she could finish.

“no! i don’t wanna hear it! fuck you! fuck both of you! how dare you treat me like shit and call me names when you’re the ones who should be getting yelled at!?!” you pushed past them, grabbing your purse and phone, putting on shoes and walking out the door to your car.

of course they followed you outside, begging you to stay. “come on, y/n! don’t be like that!” riri yelled, running after you. you got in your car and closed your door before they could get to you. you pulled out of the drive way and just drove. you didn’t have a specific destination.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

it’s been about 2 hours since you left and shuri and riri have begun to worry. they hadn’t gone out to look for you yet being that they knew you wanted space, but DAMN. 2 hours is absolutely insane. you took your kimoyo beads off so they couldn’t track you the easy way, they were about to do the next best thing until you finally walked through the door.

they both both ran towards you, showering you in love. “baby! are you alright?!” “are you you hurt or anything?! where did you go?!” you pushed passed them, heading up to the shared bedroom. they frowned as they followed you.

“y/n? will you talk to us please? we just want to know if you’re ok.” shuri spoke and riri nodded in agreement. “i’m fine, i went for a little drive and stopped to get me something to eat. is that ok?” you spoke, giving them a side eye and rolling them as well. riri and shuri looked at eachother before sharing a light chuckle.

“ok y/n, you getting a lil too bold now, ma. roll them pretty eyes again and see what we do.” you scoffed before turning to face them fully. “not shit, that’s what. i really don’t wanna talk to y’all right now.” you said waving them off, but shuri wasn’t goin for it.

she grabbed your arm tightly before giving you that look. “you wanna repeat that princess?” shuri said and riri followed up right behind her. “yea cuz obviously you we must’ve heard you wrong or sum…cuz ain’t no way you just said that.”’she then pulled on your other arm so now you were basically restricted.

they begin to kiss your neck, slowly removing each item of clothing you had on (as well as themselves). “you want us to show how sorry we are, mami?” shuri asked, biting your neck like a starved animal. you let out a faint “yes please.” to let them know they could continue.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

“oh fuuuccckk.” you moaned in ecstasy. riri was between your legs while shuri kissed all over you. “yea? you like that?” she whispered in your ear, softly biting it afterwards. your hands were cuffed to the rails of the headboard and you had a silk blindfold on.

“oh shit riri! please don’t stop!” you moaned loudly, causing riri to bring her head up and move her fingers faster. “hmmm, i don’t know, ma. do you deserve to cum?” she said, giving off fake sympathy. your breathing hitches as you reached your orgasm. “please mommy! please let me cum!” you were so close, you just hoped she wouldn’t deny your orgasm. luckily for you, she granted your wish.

“alright, cum baby. and it better be a lot too.” as if on cue, you came, creaming all over her fingers. your legs quivered as she overstimulated you. when you finally had enough, you squeezed your legs together, which made her slow down and come to a stop.

she gave your pussy light peck before coming up to let you taste yourself. “hey, i wanna taste her too! kiss me.” shuri said, causing riri to laugh and kiss her. “now it’s my turn. riri, go into the the closet and get my strap for me baby, while i eat baby girl’s pussy.” riri smiled and nodded, scurrying to do what shuri asked of her.

“awww. it’s so swollen baby. and you’re leaking! you ready to cream for me, huh? you ready to cum again?” she rubbed your pulsating nub causing you to ooze more cream. “yes!” you yelled, but shuri slapped your thigh. “yes what?” “yes daddy!” you squealed as she connected her lips with your clit, her fingers sliding inside of you. just then, riri walked in with the strap in hand.

“oh? she creamin already? damn, ma, ian know you was like that.” riri laughed climbing in the bed next to you, kissing your neck sweetly. shuri’s head bobbed up and down between your legs, her fingers moving rapidly. you moaned loudly, your chest moving up and down due to your heavy breathing and gasps.

“daddy! i’m gonna cum! oh shit i’m gonna cum!” you screamed. shuri moaned into your pussy before speaking. “do it, sthandwa. cum in my fucking mouth.” shuri said aggressively, lapping up your juices. riri whispered in your ear, telling you to “do what daddy tells you and cum, baby.” making your back arch instantly, cumming all over shuri’s face and fingers.

“good girl.” they both cooed to you. shuri thanked riri for grabbing the strap for her before standing up to put it on. the strap was of course made of vibranium, and i was about 8 inches long with veins that glowed a blueish purple. “ri, lay y/n between your legs so you can keep her calm…she’s gonna need it.” shuri said, climbing into the bed and running her hands up your exposed torso.

she spread your legs and put them on her shoulders. “i’m gonna fuck you so good, usana.” shuri said before bottoming out. you gasped loudly, pulling at your cuffs. “daddy!” you moaned, instantly creaming around the sex toy. “mmm baby. you sound so fucking good, you making mommy’s pussy so wet.” riri said biting her lip.

you let out the most pornographic sounds as shuri pounded your fat pussy, and riri whispered dirty words in your ear, fondling your breast. “i know baby, i know. you taking what we give you so good.” shuri said, barely above a whisper. they couldn’t see it, but your eyes was rolled to the back of your sockets as shuri hit your spot. you couldn’t control your body anymore.

“fuck baby, wish you could see how good you look right now, shit.” riri moaned. just then, shuri began to drill into you, catching you by surprise and making you squirt. “fuckkk! ok daddy! okayyyyy!” you screamed, trying to run from her unforgiving speed, but she held you down. “nuh-uh baby, thatha yonke into endikunika yona.” shuri said in a very dominant manner.

“say you’re sorry baby. tell me and daddy your sorry then we’ll give you and that pretty pussy a break.” riri said, slapping you pussy a couple of times. “oh shittt! fuck, i’m sorry! i’m sorry guys please! i won’t act up no moreee!” you moaned. shuri and riri smirked in satisfaction. “mhm, yeah. tell us who this pussy belongs to.” shuri said, rubbing your clit. “it belongs to youuu! oh shit, this pussy belongs to both of you!” you screamed, on the brink of cumming so hard.

riri looked up at shuri who was already looking at her. shuri nodded which let riri know everything. “go ahead and cum baby, cum for mommy and daddy. make that pretty pussy come for us.” riri said in your ear, feeling on your upper body. you being basically brainwashed by them, you came as soon as they told you to. shuri finally stopped and began the after care process.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

you layed in between them both, their arms draped over you in a protective yet lazy manner. “we’re sorry, ma. we should be more considerate of your feelings and make time for you, and we shouldn’t have called you out of your name.” riri cooed, causing shuri to nod in agreement. “ewe, usana. we promise to be better from now on.”

you smiled weakly before snuggling into them and speaking softly. “it’s ok i forgive you guys. and i love y’all so much…please don’t ever leave me.” they both nodded. “we love you too baby, and we won’t ever leave you! we 4Lferss!” riri said, making you and shuri laugh. you loved them annoying ass mfs so much.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

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kmgkmg · 2 years

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SOMETHING YOU KNOW - JEON WONWOO

word count: 2.7k...

pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader

synopsis: you and wonwoo have been rivals in your company since you both got hired. what happens when this dynamic shifts?

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, enemies-to-lovers, officeworker!wonwoo

warnings: alcohol mention

rating: pg-13

a/n: second fic for my absolute fave @yukihikos! i was listening to blood orange while writing this fic hence the title, this was inspired by something you know by blood orange!

You drag your feet walking into the office yet again, knowing that he will be there. It’s not like you had planned to make an enemy on your first day as an intern, but Wonwoo Jeon had basically declared his hate for you when you both were assigned to the Marketing team. You’ve seen your fair share of resting bitch faces, you yourself were considered the one with a rbf in your friend group, but Wonwoo’s glare was definitely more than just his resting expression. You can clearly recall the face of pure disdain he had when announced that you would be working together for the next two years, fighting for a permanent position in the company.

You had tried to be civil towards him, even friendly at the beginning but each attempt was instantly blocked by his cold one-worded replies. To make matters worse, each time a superior came near your desks to inquire about an ongoing project or client, he would always - without fail - suddenly act as if he was the closest person to you. Wonwoo’s two-faced personality made you flustered the first time you encountered it, but the more you worked with him, the more your resentment grew, badmouthing him to friends so much that he earned the nickname of snake amongst them. You couldn’t even trash talk his quality of work because he was damn good at his job.

As you had become determined to treat Wonwoo the same way he had been treating you, your department, and soon enough the whole office, knew of your rivalry. Many people had even placed bets on when an actual physical altercation between the two of you would happen. You had been seen bickering with him on numerous occasions, especially over the little things such as who was able to get on an elevator first. Everything was a competition to be won. Most of the time your coworkers would simply roll their eyes, used to the childish arguments, and laugh since you and Wonwoo never let your disagreements get in the way of working together. That is until it was the day to present your potential projects to the CEO of Carat Co., an opportunity that doesn’t come around often. You had spent countless hours on your presentation and were confident that your idea was innovative and fresh, two aspects that the company valued greatly. Wonwoo had gone first but you truthfully hadn’t paid attention, purely out of dislike for the guy. Going up to the podium you felt your heart race, slightly ready for presenting but also nervous since it was your first time seeing CEO Seungcheol Choi in person.

“...And that is it for my proposal. I hope you enjoyed my presentation and consider all of the benefits that would come with accepting my idea.” You walk back to your seat in the meeting room and a fellow intern friend, Soonyoung, next to you gives you a pat on the back and thumbs up while a manager simply smiles at you, boosting your confidence. The CEO excuses himself for a small break since he received a call during the presentation and didn’t want to interrupt it, but the break gave you some comfort since you were able to collect your thoughts and calm your nerves. CEO Choi is nice but presenting in front of the CEO is bound to be a nerve-racking ordeal for anyone. But the happiness doesn’t last long as you can hear the oh-so familiar sound of Wonwoo’s irritating chuckle. You look over to his chair and see that he is looking at you and you raise your eyebrows at him to show your annoyance.

“Wow, that was certainly some proposal.” He manages out between his chuckles and you can’t help but grow more annoyed at his aloofness. What made him think he was almighty? You entered into the company at the same time and he had no reason for all of his confidence. Sure, he was good at his job, but so were you. If anything, you would think that you are more suitable for the company than him.

Through gritted teeth you impatiently ask, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Just as I said L/N, it was certainly some proposal.” He stops chuckling to look at you with a serious expression and before you’re able to prod him more for an explanation, CEO Choi walks back into the room, causing you both to stare back straight ahead to greet him. “Let’s continue the presentations, shall we?”

Seven presentations later, the interns were finally done showing their proposals. CEO Choi called for another break to decide with executives and other higher ups whose idea would be chosen to represent this cycle of interns. You tap your feet, anxiously awaiting the results. Even though Jeon’s comment still bothered you, you weren’t going to make that apparent and smiled with your intern friends. The CEO walks back into the room once again, with a piece of paper in his hands. Each intern is hanging on the edge of their seats for him to read the announcement. “The intern whose project we are going to execute for this period is…Y/N L/N.”

The reality of what was just said doesn’t set in and you find yourself just clapping along with others until Soonyoung repeats, “Y/N your proposal was chosen!” You finally come to and thank the CEO and superiors, still shocked that your idea was picked. The superiors walk out soon after the CEO, leaving the interns to converse alone for a while, to share feedback on presentations and such, and you all use it as a time to chat with your friends. Wonwoo immediately goes to his friends Mingyu and Jihoon, as you go to your friends Soonyoung and Chan. Soonyoung motions chugging drinks with his hand, “Celebrations are in need, yeah?” He asks you both and you and Chan laugh and agree.

“Cheers to Y/N for killing that project proposal!” Chan brings his glass of beer up in the air, hinting for the rest of you to raise your glasses to the toast as well.

“Cheers!” You all shout and you decide to let yourself get absolutely wasted tonight. You earned it after all the blood, sweat, and tears you spent on the proposal. It was a national holiday on Monday anyways and you had a three-day weekend, what could go wrong?

After a combination of lychee martinis, mojitos, soju bombs, and much more, you were properly wasted. You rarely got drunk, usually being a parental figure of sorts to your friends, but you knew that they would want you to fully enjoy yourself and your accomplishments.

“Yeah, we’re definitely going to need to have you drive us home.” Hansol laughs to Minghao, sipping on his hard lemonade before tending to a crying drunk Soonyoung. Minghao nods his head in agreement, watching you complain sloppily to Chan about the usual annoyance, the snake.

“I just don’t get how a person can be so mean! Does he have a vendetta against me? You know what, enough is enough, I’m going to call him and find out.” You complain to Chan before messily grabbing your phone out of your bag. Minghao’s eyes widen and he tries to stop you from calling your evil coworker he had only heard of, but it was too late. Within two rings Wonwoo had picked up, surprised by the loud chatter of what he can only assume to be a restaurant or bar. “Y/N? Did you mean to call me?”

You drunkenly giggle at his bewildered state, this was a rare occurrence for Wonwoo. “Yes, in fact, I did.”

Wonwoo, collecting himself at the fact that his intimidating coworker is calling, asks another question, “So what’d you call me for?”

“There you go again with being curt. Who told you to be so rude to me? I tried to be nice to you but you hate me so much! It’s like you want us to be enemies forever-Oh Minghao!” Wonwoo hears rustling in the background and soon enough he’s met with an unfamiliar voice. “You’re the notorious Wonwoo, huh? Come to CHEERS Pub and finally show the face of the guy that Y/N won’t stop complaining about.” With Minghao’s agitated invitation, the call ends and Wonwoo looks at his black screen in confusion over what had just happened. That was the most relaxed he had heard you be, and although he had already been in his apartment, planning to game for the rest of the night, meeting your friends piqued his interest. But your words kept lingering in his mind, you thought he hated you? Surely that can’t be true. He throws on a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers before heading down to the garage to drive to CHEERS Pub.

“I did not just call him.” You curse at yourself as your friends confirm that you did, in fact, call the coworker that hates you. Ending that conversation was enough to sober you up for the night, this is why you don’t get drunk.

Minghao attempts to comfort you by saying, “We’ll see if he comes though.” Yet, almost as if he knew it, speaking of the devil, Wonwoo Jeon walks in looking for your table. You duck, attempting to hide yourself, but it's too late as he recognizes Chan and Soonyoung as well, waving to them before sitting down. Minghao, Hansol, and you all glare at Wonwoo, Minghao and Hansol, being friends outside of work who had never seen him before. You watch as he catches up with Chan who tried to remain neutral with work relationships, and he seemed so different from himself at the office. He was wearing a relaxed outfit but he still looked sophisticated, and since when did he wear glasses?

“What are you doing there?” Minghao nudges you and you jump at the sudden question, breaking your focus from Wonwoo.

“What do you mean? I’m clearly glaring at him, my most hated coworker.” You retort.

Minghao tilts his head in doubt, “You’re definitely staring, I don’t know about glaring though. Are you sure you hate him because your eyes are oozing with lust.”

“They are not! He just looks…different outside of the office.”

Minghao nods, slightly content with your reactions to his questions and leaves you alone before tapping Hansol’s shoulder and motioning to the door, Hansol confused but taking the hint. “Alright Jeon, we met you, and it was certainly surprising that you didn’t have horns growing out of your head or something. But Hansol and I have to go work on our last pieces for our fashion collection so we’re going to have to call it a night.” Wonwoo looks up at the already standing friends of yours and extends his hand to shake their hands before they made their exit. You realize that with them gone, the very drunk Soonyoung and Chan are left with you and Wonwoo.

“Wait, Minghao was our ride! He only had half a glass of wine.” You gasp, suddenly realizing that you have no way home unless you all wanted to pay for a ridiculously expensive Uber back. Soonyoung whines at this statement as well, but Wonwoo reaches in his pocket and reveals car keys. “I mean…I drove here, I wouldn’t mind helping coworkers out.” You and Soonyoung sit with your mouths open, surprised that Wonwoo Jeon was offering you, Y/N L/N, help. Two other coworkers were involved, sure, but he could’ve left you to find an Uber by yourself.

“That sounds great! Thanks Wonwoo.” Chan smiles and Wonwoo returns the smile, you had seen him smile countless times at work, but why did he look so handsome right now?

“Soonyoungie has to go to the bathroom!” Soonyoung declares and runs back into the pub, leaving just Wonwoo, yourself, and Chan.

“Damn it, I have to go with him otherwise we all know how he acts at company dinners.” Chan sighs.

Wonwoo laughs thinking about Soonyoung stripping in the middle of a sushi restaurant last year and nods for Chan to go help Soonyoung. “Should we head in the car and wait for them?” You nod, still thrown off at Wonwoo’s kindness. You open the door to his passenger side and sit down, closing the door and leaving the two of you to sit in silence. The silence lasts for a couple of minutes before he finally breaks the silence, “I don’t hate you, you know.” His comment makes you knit your eyebrows in confusion and you turn to look at him, “Is this because of what I said in the phone call? I’m so sorry about that, I swear I’m sobered up now. I get that I crossed a professional boundary that I shouldn’t have.”

“I mean, I did say what I did because of your call, but I’m telling the truth. I don’t hate you. I guess everyone at the office except me thinks we hate each other’s guts? I thought it was just playful banter and healthy rivalry between coworkers.” Wonwoo shrugs.

“But then, why did you act so arrogant when I was done presenting, did you think I did that bad?” You ask.

“No! I was in shock, I didn’t realize my chuckles came off as condescending but they were incredulous chuckles if anything. I knew you were better than me at this job, but your presentation was a wake up call. I mean it was so good.” He awkwardly scratches the back of his head and your anger begins to dissipate as you realize you had misunderstood him the whole time. “To be honest, I was intimidated by you since we were assigned to the same team. I knew you were amazing at your job and I’m used to being the best, so I guess your skills scared me. I didn’t want to get close to you and have you realize how lacking I am compared to you.” Again, you’re shocked by Wonwoo’s confession and you can’t help thinking how hot he looks. Why was he sharing all of this? There certainly had to be a twist. But you couldn’t stop staring at him, admiring how attractive he looked in his hoodie, wearing his glasses. It had to be the alcohol still in your system, how could your opinions about him change so drastically in one night?

“Well then, we can be friends starting now. I was only rude to you because I thought you hated me.” You smile warmly at him, and he feels the weight lifted off his shoulders knowing that you won’t think he hates you anymore. “And, I’m sorry to say this but do you know how insanely hot you are right now?” The change in the conversation leaves Wonwoo flustered and he looks closer at you to realize that you had been staring at his lips for quite a while now. Before he can say anything, you lean in across the car console to kiss him. Your lips are met by his, Wonwoo still stunned, closes his eyes before kissing you back. He brings his hand up to gently cup the side of your face and support the back of your neck, going slow but still causing tingles to run through your entire body. Kissing him was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, and you continued for a while before finally stopping to return back to sitting in both of your seats. “That was…” You begin.

“...amazing.” He finishes. You look at each other once again and laugh at how much things can change in a day.

“I guess we’re more than just coworkers now?” You grin.

Wonwoo smirks back, “I guess we are.”

“Wooooooo workplace romance!” You and Wonwoo jump at the noise from outside and see Chan holding Soonyoung upright while they’re both waving, clearly witnesses to the two of you making out. Wonwoo opens his backseat doors and gets out to help Chan sit Soonyoung down and you both are red from being caught in the act. You knew that Soonyoung and Chan would immediately tell Minghao and Hansol in the groupchat, resulting in endless teasing, but that didn’t matter now. You had made amends with Wonwoo Jeon and something you know for sure is that he didn’t hate you.

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fatuismooches · 10 months

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How well do you think the reader would be able to hide their injuries from the harbingers? Or rather, how long do you think they’d be able to hide it? The harbingers are bound to find out eventually — either on their own or some lowly Fatui agent tells them about reader’s condition — it’s just a matter of when.

I imagine it’d be even harder for fragile!reader to hide new injuries. The Harbingers are all so attentive towards them it’d be hard to hide anything at all, much less anything that involves reader’s condition :,))

I had this idea where reader is trying to hide a small gash on their palm from Dottore, and everything seems to be going really well because he hasn’t caught up yet, but then it’s time for a routine check, and when he discovers the new bandages on readers palm he’s like, “hmm, I don’t patching up their hand recently, so they must have done this themselves. But why didn’t they tell me about it? I could have helped!” and then he tenderly applies soothing salves and re-wraps their hand, but not before making reader promise not to hide any injuries from him in the future

Not well or long at all I'm afraid. Being attentive and observant runs in their blood, they need to with their line of work. It's just a matter of their personality though... For example, when Scara notices something's off with you, he'll just pester you until you tell him, like 'hmph, just tell me already, i can already see this is going to affect our day' or 'stop being stubborn and let me help you idiot.' Overall once he figures out you're acting funny (which is pretty quick since once he's in love he notices things about you easily) he'll find out about your injury quickly and then get mad at you for hiding it 🫠 but not in a truly mad way, just going off about how you were dumb to do that, the injury could have gotten worse, etc. He's just a worried bb. Arlecchino is kind of similar, but not in the loud pestering way... she's quiet herself but that makes her be observant of you and your mannerisms ten times more. And as soon as her hawk eyes notice sometimes off (once again quickly because literally nothing gets past her in general) she'll just sit you down and request for you to explain to her what's wrong, probably won't let you leave until you come clean 😭 As for Columbina she finds out on accident. She always loves to drape and cling to your body so one day she just places weight on your injury and you groan a bit at the pressure... and well you've just blown it since now she definitely knows.

Pantalone is also the kind of guy to notice right away and ask you if everything is alright. If you lie he'll just smile and nod but then catch you in the act of changing bandages or in pain... making you want to disappear into nothing because wow that's kinda embarrassing. He'd gently chide you for trying to hide these kinds of things for him (there's nothing to be embarrassed of he says, you only deserve the absolute best) and make sure you get proper care asap. I feel like Capitano is the kind of guy to always be scrutinizing your body for even the tiniest of wounds, just because you're super tiny compared to him and he thinks you're hella fragile 😭 He's always worried something is going to happen to you (he's losing his mind over a papercut, i can't imagine an actual injury) so again... he's noticing very fast lol. La Signora is similar in always looking and taking care of your body, mostly because of all the skincare and beauty routines she helps you with almost every night so erm... good luck on trying to hide that from her! At least you're getting the most high-quality treatment and massage from her later, also a lecture on how you should be more careful with yourself.

I think maybe Pierro would take the longest to notice, only because he's swamped with work and doesn't get to see you too often. But sometimes you'd come to visit him in his office until you stop doing that so he gets a bit worried for you. When he sends an agent to check on you he honestly feels pretty terrible that you got hurt and he didn't even know about it... or could protect you. Sandrone too, sometimes she gets so involved and into her machinery and lab work she doesn't notice the stuff you do. Until one of her little machines pulls at her dress and won't stop nudging her in your direction, and that's when she takes a closer look at you and realizes you're not in the best of shape.

For Childe I think he'll notice something is off but won't press it until you're ready, he understands that you have some things you want to keep private. But if you exhibit a few signs of pain in front of him he'll quickly connect the dots because he himself tends to hide injuries from you so you don't worry. Though he's used to dealing with toughies (his siblings would get hurt and then try to hide it from him and end up crying in the end too) he would firmly yet gently lecture you about how serious injuries can become and you need to get help, whether by him or someone else. Seeing you hurt also hurts him especially, he should be the one getting injured not you. Well for Papanella of course you are like his child so he always has people watching you jump all over the place so he will be the first person to approach you and (lovingly) scold you for your injury.

And well Dottore... perhaps the quickest because not only is he a doctor but he also has a dozen other versions of him running around checking on your condition 24/7... ALSO SCREAMING THAT IDEA W DOTTORE IS SO FREAKING CUTE. The only way you'd get away with it is not seeing him for a few days... but even then when he sees you again he immediately notices the wrapped hand and is like ??? When and how and why did this happen and why was he not notified? He's a bit taken aback since he's always updated on your condition, with your health he needs to be. At the same time, he's like, kinda impressed that you managed to get that bandaged all by yourself without him or his clones noticing... did you really not want him to know that badly? Obviously, he's gonna interrogate you on the injury 😭 he's not exactly mad at you... just upset that you hid it from him... your body is fragile and not in the best of state, you need medical treatment even for the littlest of things.

After he does all of his doctor stuff, he lectures you on why you can't hide injuries from him and how it's simply not good for you, to which you confess you hate bothering him for tiny things like this. That most people would just slap a bandaid on it and call it a day, it wouldn't affect them, but it hurts you much more than that, which just... makes you feel terrible. To that he remains quiet for a bit, then puts you in his lap to reassure you with sternness and a touch of gentleness, firmly saying he will always want to attend to you, he wants to know about every single thing that happens to you. Having you in pain makes him feel the foreign feeling too. (When that's over you ask him to kiss it better, he rolls his eyes but when you're asleep he does it anyway)

It also depends on how well you hide your pain from your injury... even if you don't show any reactions outwardly in pain the Harbingers will notice if you have a bruise or cut on your body since they have every detail of your body memorized... they're obsessed with you like that. So... final verdict, it'll be quick for all of them lol

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #harbingers love notes <3 #dottore pls take care of my cuts too thank you 🙏#matter of fact ALL of yall dote on me ty #damn i didnt even mean to write this much 😭 thx for the delicious food anon 🙏💖

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Houseki no Kuni Chapter 104 Thoughts: "My Way" By Frank Sinatra

Hello everyone! I hope your month had gone by well. Mine had been...eventful, to say the least, though I suppose things could have turned out much worse.

Anyways, that's not what this is about. I just finished going through the latest chapter and... wow. That last image. Many fans have pointed out the signs, and I think it's safe to say that those last few pages confirm how this long saga is finally going to end...

BUT before I get into that, as always, I'll share some of my thoughts in this post. This will be long and ramble-y as usual (I truly meant to keep it short this time, I swear! It just kept getting longer and longer...) and I may come back to update some things. And as always, please feel free to share your own thoughts!

BTW: After reading this chapter a few more times and struggling with a title for the post, "My Way" by Frank Sinatra kept popping up in my head. It's honestly pretty fitting. That's why it's my title now. Please look up the song and lyrics when you get the chance and you'll hopefully see what I mean.

View of Humanity Through Untainted Eyes (Or lack thereof...)

Like the last couple of chapters, this chapter was dialogue heavy and it was admittedly hard to pick which parts I liked the most. Eyeball's (Or should I address him as "Brother"?... I'm sticking with "Eyeball") dramatic performance at the beginning was very funny and informative. It really showed how much he not only hated humanity and yet valued the professor during her final moments. And his talk with Phos at the end of the chapter was engrossing. But for this section, I'll mostly focus on Phos's interactions with the pebbles; I'll focus more on the first pebble in the following section.

Phos has truly become a teacher/mentor-like figure ( and dare I say even parental figure) for these pebbles, especially because of how they spoke to them. Phos literally reminded me of a thoughtful pre-school teacher with how patient they are with each of the pebbles and giving them the chance to express their differing opinions and giving what I think were appropriate responses. In some ways, Phos's mannerisms in this chapter reminded me of Adamant, though Phos's approach with these pebbles seems more gently, at least to me.

Hmm...You know what's funny? As I was writing this portion, a little thought popped into my head claiming that Phos may have inadvertently adopted more of Adamant's habits than I first realized. I'll try to explain more on this in the next portion.

But let me first go back to another thing that I liked about Phos's interaction with the pebbles: their individual responses. It could have been so easy to have the pebbles all be likeminded after hearing the history of humans, but that's not what we got. Each pebble had their own opinion; some were curious, some were scared, some were right in the middle, and a few seemingly blasé. I don't know why but I like how these varying responses further emphasize that the pebbles individuality goes deeper than their varying appearances and mannerisms. And I'm also thankful that Phos and Eyeball weren't seemingly perturbed by their responses... at least Eyeball wasn't.

"I want everyone to be happy": Naivety or Profound Point of View?

Now let's focus on the main pebble, because of course, out of all the responses, their response to Phos and Eyeball had the most weight despite how simple it sounds on the surface.

You can argue that the pebble's response was due to their naiveté, but I think this pebble has repeatedly shown that their nuanced view of the world around them is sophisticated and mindful. After being told by Phos and Eyeball about how fascinating and yet awful humans were and even acknowledging humanities good and bad qualities, the pebble still believed that everyone deserves happiness, even those considered "bad".

I couldn't agree more with Eyeball and Phos on this page:

At first, I thought that these innocent and yet wise responses reminded me of old Phos, but the more I thought about it, this couldn't be further from the truth. While Phos was also very naïve at the beginning of the story, I think they were to lost in their own heads to truly think outside of their own unrealized desires, even when they claim their actions were to help everyone. So if you were to tell old Phos the stories of humanity and ask them the same questions, I don't think we would have gotten the same answers the pebble gave. And the more I think about, I doubt Phos would have ever made the same conclusion at any point in their story. There's nothing wrong with that, but that just has me thinking... It's interesting how this small pebbles seem more empathy for others than the previous human descendants, from the Lunarians, Admirabilis, and the even the Lustrous, even though they looked more human.

Tell me what you think! This was weird character analysis tangent and I'm curious to know if anyone has feels similarly or differently. But speaking of Phos's character... Onto the next section!

Friend to Closed Off Guardian: The barrier between Phos and the pebbles

While I was typing the paragraph that focused on Phos's mentor-like persona, I made a small realization. Is it just me or doesn't Phos's interactions with the pebbles feel different now? Yes, I pointed out that Phos is acting like a kind teacher in this chapter and I could be overanalyzing this, but while this interaction is cute on the surface, I can't help but feel there is more to this interaction. This is why I brought up Adamant, for Phos's interactions with the pebbles in this chapter reminded me of a certain aspect of Adamant's old relationship with the Lustrous.

As you may recall, Adamant assumed a leader/guardian role with the Lustrous over time. He had many reasons of doing so, including for their protection, but assuming this role came at a price; Adamant ended up keeping the Lustrous at an emotion distance. With the exception of Antarctictite and eventually Phos and Euclase, Adamant closed himself off from forming true close relationships to the gems, for their sake and his, effectively creating a barrier between them. This barrier only became obsolete after Adamant finally relented and opened up to the Earth gems after Phos's first attack on them, and even if it were just for a short time, Adamant and the Lustrous interacted on a somewhat equal footing.

Now lets go back to how Phos initially interacted with the pebbles. Not long after Phos found the first pebble, they didn't interact like how Adamant used to with the Lustrous. The two talked freely and sang together without a care in the world. Though Phos and this pebble are vastly different in many ways, it was clear that Phos saw them as a friend. An equal. And Phos was happy.

But now look at how Phos interacts with the pebbles now. I don't see Phos's interaction with the first pebble or any of the pebbles the same way anymore. Yes, Phos encourages the pebbles to speak freely, but to me, it feels like the same can't be said about Phos now. Phos isn't speaking as freely as they did before. They are selective in how they address the pebbles, kind of like Adamant. Phos is acting more like their guardian rather than their friend... like Adamant used to. Phos is fully embodying Adamants old role now and it's a little sad the more I think about.

After being alone for so long in more ways than one, Phos had finally found beings who treated them like a real friend. But because something in them changed, Phos is now slowly but surely assuming their role as the pebbles guardian and in doing so, that friendship connection is being replaced by a similar barrier that Adamant once donned.

Like I said, I'm probably overthinking this and giving Haruko Ichikawa more credit than what's due, but I just can't help but think about the parallels here. What do you think?

Acceptance: The End is Near

The last thing I'll touch on are the last few pages because...wow.

If I remember correctly from posts made by some keen eyed fans, the story had been hinting that the main sun is about to die. And one of the final stages of a star's death is that it would expand into either a red giant or a red super-giant, which was being depicted in that last image.

And if I'm interpreting those last few pages correctly, it seems that both Phos and Eyeball are aware that the sun will eventually consume the Earth. It will take a couple more thousand of years, but as we've seen here and in the previous chapters, time doesn't matter. The real end of everything is coming and those two are accepting it.

Yup. It looks like we have true confirmation for how this saga is going to finally end. And just like those two, I'm ready for it. Not out hatred or anything truly negative towards this series... I just feel like I'm ready for that final curtain call for this unique, thought provoking, and strenuous story.

I just hope the end will be a worthy end.

WHEW. This post ended up being even longer than I originally intended! Sorry about that. Regardless, I hope you liked it. Please don't hesitate to share your thoughts, even if you don't agree with me!

Until next time!

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #hnk #hnk spoilers #hnk thoughts #hnk chapter 104 #hnk phos #hnk spoiler #hnk phosphophyllite #hnk meta #hnk manga spoilers #haruko ichikawa #hnk manga #lotl #hnk adamant

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meiliarotten · 7 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Tim Three: Return of the Kink

Day 5: Collared and Craved (Collar)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Spy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spy takes you to a hotel and gives you a very special gift

Tags: Collaring, sub/dom, oral, mirrors, hotels, aftercare

Word Count: 3.2k

The Masterlist

It was rare that you and Spy were able to get away from the base. Mercenary work seemed to always be in full swing, even if you were battling over land that was ultimately useless. Breaks were few and far between, but you tried not to complain. After all, you had seen Ms. Pauling’s work schedule, and that alone proved that it could always be worse.

Still, when you were lucky enough to be allowed some time off, you made full use of it. Or rather, Spy made full use of it. He was the one who decided the two of you desperately needed a getaway, booking a hotel and leaving town for a few days of much needed peace and quiet, far from the chaos of the base. At least, that was the explanation he gave the rest of the mercs. You knew better.

Your anticipation peaked when you finally arrived, stepping out of the car and into the lobby of a lavish hotel. Of course, Spy would spare no expense. Taking you by the arm, he led you to your room. With the turn of a key, you stepped into the lap of luxury.

“Oh wow!” You gaped at the room with wide eyes. It was clearly more of a suite than a room now that you got a good look at it.

“Impressive, non?” Spy said, clearly proud of himself.

“This is gorgeous! I’ve never stayed in a room like this before.” You quickly set off to explore the space. “Look at this kitchenette! And is this a jacuzzi tub?”

Spy watched as you paced about the suite, enraptured by it at every turn. He let you wander while he set your suitcases on a nearby sofa. At the moment you were particularly interested in the bathroom, clearly in awe at the size of the shower. It was certainly an improvement compared to the cramped locker rooms you were used to. Spy took the opportunity to open his suitcase, taking out something of great importance- the true reason why he had brought you here in the first place.

“This room isn’t the only surprise I have for you, mon amour!” he called out to you. You practically ran back into the main room, wide eyed.

“Spy, what else could you possibly have-”

“Come over here and I will show you,” Spy said, this time adding a quick and effective snap of his fingers.

To anyone else, such a gesture would seem mundane, or even a bit rude. To you, it was like flicking a switch. Both you and Spy knew what that snap meant. Promptly, you approached him, standing before him with your head bowed respectfully.

“Obedient as always,” Spy said. You could hear the approval in his voice, and it made you smile. You noticed that he was holding a small box in front of him, offering it to you. “Go ahead, open it.”

You took the box, running your fingers over it, simple, smooth, and black. Its surface offered no clues as to what it may contain. You lifted the lid delicately and gasped when you finally saw its contents. “Oh…” The inside of the box was lined with a deep red velvet, framing a strip of high quality black leather. A circular charm was attached at the center with a clasp. Upon closer inspection, you found the charm to be engraved with Spy’s class insignia.

It almost felt wrong to touch it, to remove the collar from its perfect, crimson casing, even though it was not delicate by any means. When you finally removed it from the box, you could tell that the leather was strong and sturdy, only the finest for you. “It’s beautiful,” you said.

“It will look even better on you. May I, my dear?” Spy held out a hand and you gave him the collar. He turned you around so that you were facing a nearby mirror. You watched, captivated as he clasped the leather around your neck. When he was finished he ran his hands over your shoulders, massaging them gently as he maintained eye contact through the mirror, looking almost ravenously at your reflection now that you bore his mark. “Is it comfortable? Tell me the truth. We can easily have it adjusted if it’s not.”

You reached up, fitting two fingers between your skin and the collar. A few deep breaths confirmed that your breathing wasn’t restricted. “It’s perfect,” you said, turning back around to face Spy.

“Not as perfect as the chiot wearing it.” Spy smiled down at you while you looked up at him, confused.

“Chiot?” You repeated the word with an inquisitive tone.

Spy smirked. “It means ‘puppy,’ ma chérie.” He paused to admire the blush that colored your cheeks. “Now, what do you say when your master compliments you?”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, embarrassed that it had taken you this long to offer your gratitude.

“Good girl. Now, I have quite a night planned for you, ange. To start, how about you prove just how deserving you are of that collar?”

A giddy smile spread across your face. “I would like that.”

You were quickly led to the bed. Even now, you couldn’t resist looking around the room, but it was only now that you began to notice some smaller details. A lack of windows allowed for the utmost privacy. Mirrors were placed almost strategically, especially around the bed, couch, and even the bathtub as far as you could recall. However the true cincher was the small, pink bottle of what was unmistakably lube placed on the nightstand, labeled with fancy calligraphy that read ‘complimentary.’ This was a hotel meant for very specific activities.

Spy sat on the edge of the bed, but when you moved to join him he shook his head. “Not yet. Kneel for me.”

You did so immediately, unfastening Spy’s belt with practiced skill. It wasn’t long before you had taken his cock in hand, stroking him with a familiar rhythm. You had done this part enough times for it to be routine. Once he was hard, the real fun would begin.

“You know just what to do, ma chérie,” Spy sighed, watching you work with rapt attention. You knew just what he liked, and it wasn’t long before he was standing at attention.

Opening your mouth, you started slow, licking along the underside of his cock. That earned you an appreciative groan. From there you worked up to the head, speeding up and slowing down as per Spy’s commands, often delivered in the form of simple hand gestures that you were quite familiar with. A beckoning motion urged you to go faster, while a gentle tap on your shoulder warned you to slow down. You always had a tendency to become a bit overeager. Spy had tried to train that out of you, only to eventually relent as it seemed to simply be a part of your nature. The most important thing was that he remained in control, and you always heeded his orders.

Eventually you worked your way up to taking him deep, barely even gagging as he hit the back of your throat. You had plenty of practice, after all. Spy’s soft moans also proved to be a great motivator. Those were the sounds you loved to hear, a clear sign that you were doing a good job. As long as he kept making those noises, you would gladly bring him to climax like this.

Spy knew you loved his moans, but he also knew that you loved to be praised, and every so often he would offer a bit of encouragement to spur you on even more. “Try to look up at me, darling. Oui, that’s it. So beautiful.” The way you moaned against him, low and deep, only enhanced the pleasure he felt.

He dug his fingers into the edge of the bed, trying to keep his composure, but it soon became clear that those vibrations were bringing him dangerously close to the edge. Spy took a deep breath, trying to regain some control. He motioned for you to slow down, but that didn’t stop you from continuing to moan around his cock. It was only when he began to feel tempted to buck into your mouth that he finally had to bring a stop to things.

“That’s enough darling!” Spy spoke suddenly, almost sounding panicked as he realized how close he was to spilling down your throat. You pulled away, lips swollen and breathing hard. With the collar around your neck and the way you were panting, you truly fit the image of an obedient little puppy. Once he collected himself, Spy patted the mattress, smiling down at you. “Come join me, pet.”

You sat up slowly, wincing a bit at the soreness in your knees before climbing onto the bed and- oh. Those were handcuffs. There were thick, leather handcuffs attached to the headboard. You glanced at them nervously. Restraint wasn’t one of your preferred methods of play. In fact, it was often paired with edging and some lengthy punishment. All of this was negotiated, of course, but it still wasn’t meant to be fun for you. Spy followed your gaze and was quick to assuage your fears.

“Pay those no mind. As long as you’re well behaved, we will have no need for them.” Spy shrugged, dropping his dominant image for a moment. “The truth is, they simply came with the room.”

That got a chuckle out of you. You took a moment to once again take in the abundance of mirrors surrounding the bed. Now you could even notice the reflective surfaces mounted to the ceiling. Spy seemed to meet your eyes in the reflections at times, making you glance away with a blush.

Spy leaned down to kiss you, feeling your body shiver beneath him. His tongue slipped out to taste you, a silent request to deepen the kiss, which you allowed with the parting of your lips. You tried to return the embrace with the same passion he exuded, but your resolve was waning as your arousal grew. You were helpless to do anything but tremble with need before long.

You whined against his mouth, your desperate attempts to speak to him muffled by his lips. He was addicted to you, tasting you and savoring you like a fine wine. Your lips were so warm against his. The sweet little whimpers you let out between breaks for air. His body was heavy on yours, a comfortable pressure that made you feel safe and secure. It was a shame when he sat back up again.

“On all fours, darling. Let me see how well you present yourself,” Spy said. You looked dazed. Even so, you managed to obey quickly, flipping over and arching your back.

Spy did tend to prefer positions where he could see your face, but every so often he could appreciate the primal rush of taking you from behind, watching you try to stifle your moans in a pillow so the rest of his team wouldn’t hear. You wouldn't need to worry about that tonight though. His team wasn’t here, these rooms were soundproof, and he would be sure to hear every little noise drawn past those pretty lips of yours.

Glancing forward, Spy noticed he wouldn’t have to worry about not seeing your face after all. A perfectly placed mirror, no doubt meant for activities such as this, allowed him to see your expression so long as you kept your head up and facing forward. Right now you looked positively desperate, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, hands balled into fists that gripped at the bedsheets. You needed him badly. “I want you looking at that mirror the whole time, ma chérie, understand?”

“Yes sir!”

“Good. I want you to watch me as I take you.” You watched as he leaned over, retrieving that small bottle from the nightstand. “I want to see the beautiful expressions you make when I pleasure you.”

You watched obediently as Spy reached over to retrieve the bottle of lube from the nightstand. He poured some onto his fingers, leaving them glistening and slick. You gasped, startled when Spy slowly but suddenly pushed a single digit into you. You clenched around his finger, already desperate for more. “Feels good,” you whimpered, barely able to form a full sentence. “More, please!”

Spy met your gaze in the mirror, your pleading eyes reflected back at him. “It seems I hardly needed lube at all. You are practically dripping for me.”

Your face went crimson and you had to fight the urge to instinctively hide away in the nearest pillow. A second finger was soon added, but it seemed even Spy was growing impatient with teasing you. You heard him fiddling with the lube again, the pop of the cap followed by the slick sound of Spy stroking himself, preparing himself for you. ‘Finally,’ you thought. You were lucky you weren’t standing, as your knees would have surely buckled the moment you felt Spy’s cock pressing against your entrance.

“You have done so well for me,” Spy whispered, placing his hands on your waist before finally sliding in. His eyes fluttered closed, a look of pure bliss crossing his features, mouth falling open with a low moan. “You’ve earned this, ma petite fleur. Make sure you enjoy every moment of it.”

Oh, you most certainly would. You moved your hips back to meet his thrusts, feeling him deep as he grazed against all the right spots. This was what you needed, what you had been craving since Spy fastened that collar around your neck. One of your hands went up to it for a moment, feeling the charm dangling from the leather. You felt it between your fingers, smirking with pride at the feeling of the engraving. You were his. You were all his.

“You are perfect. So beautiful, and so good. You make me want to show you off, darling. Would you like that?” Spy asked. He held a tight grasp on your hips, pulling them against his whenever you tried to answer him, assuring that your response would come only as a half-coherent moan. Even so, you still tried.

“Yes sir! I would like that,” you gasped as another particularly hard thrust practically chased the air from your lungs.

“Perhaps I could take you like this in front of our teammates, make a proper exhibitionist out of you. Would you whine and perform like the little dog you are?” Spy chuckled, tugging slightly at your collar for emphasis. “My good little puppy. Imagine how envious they would be, knowing you’re all mine, seeing how well you take my cock. Oh merde, you’re going to make me come, darling!”

Spy’s voice broke, his composure beginning to crack. You were close too. “Please,” you begged. Your arms were shaking. You weren’t sure how much longer you would be able to hold yourself upright. “Please touch my clit! I’ve been good, I’ve been so good!”

“You have, chérie.” It was obvious that Spy was beginning to lose himself. He was doubled over, leaning more of his weight on you. “You’ve been such a good girl.”

Reaching around your waist, his fingers found that sensitive, neglected bundle of nerves. You collapsed onto your elbows, still trying to hold your head upright so that Spy could watch you as you came for him. You nearly screamed, crying out as the tension in your core finally found release. Spy was shuddering against you. You could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he rode out the high, trying his best not to collapse on top of you once it was over.

You were not as successful in that endeavor, falling limp the moment the aftershocks began to ebb. Your limbs felt numb, completely useless for holding you up anymore. You laid face down on the mattress, breathing in the clean cotton scent of the hotel sheets. Spy settled in next to you, rolling you over so that you could get some fresh air. You had just enough strength to hook a leg over his, your limbs becoming entwined. It wasn’t exactly a comfortable position, but the afterglow was so thick around you that it wasn’t an issue. All that mattered was being as close as possible, soothing and guiding each other through the drop.

Spy showered you with affection, his lips pressing softly against your cheeks and sometimes migrating to your lips if you were receptive to it. Between kisses he would whisper to you, sometimes praise, sometimes reassurance, and every so often an “I love you.” You whined when he suddenly moved to get up from the bed, but you were placated with promises that he would be back in just a moment.

You heard water running, and sure enough, Spy returned with a glass of cold water from the kitchenette. You sat up, taking the glass and downing it, not realizing how thirsty you had been. In the distance, you could still hear a faucet running. “I’m preparing a bath for us,” Spy explained, kissing your cheek again. “They have bubbles, and I requested your favorite soaps- vanilla, lavender, jasmine. I am partial to lavender, but whatever you choose is fine.”

He let you lean against his chest for a moment, taking the now empty glass back before you dropped it. “Thank you,” you sighed. The pressure of jacuzzi tub jets against your sore muscles sounded absolutely heavenly right now. Your eyes had drifted shut, but you opened them again when you felt something else being placed in your hands.

“There are also these, in case you need a little something to boost your energy,” Spy said, motioning towards the box he had just handed you. You untied the ribbon holding it closed with shaky hands, opening it to reveal an array of fancy chocolates. Of course Spy would go for one of the most cliché romantic gifts in the book. Not that you were complaining as you took one and popped it into your mouth, letting it melt on your tongue with a satisfied hum.

“Thank you,” you said again. Absentmindedly, you raised a hand to your throat, feeling the collar that had incited this whole night, still fastened around your neck. As much as you loathed the thought of taking it off, you didn’t want to risk ruining it with soap and water.

“Turn around,” Spy said, seemingly reading your thoughts. He began to unfasten the buckle, letting the leather fall away from your neck. “Only I can take this on and off, mon amour. Can you agree to this rule?”

“Yes sir,” you said, watching as he placed the collar back into its velvet lined box for safe keeping.

“Splendid. Also, just so you know, the charm is removable, so you can wear it discreetly, even in public.” You blushed hard at that. The idea of wearing an otherwise inconspicuous symbol of ownership felt so scandalous, and you rather liked it. Spy kissed you again, tasting a hint of chocolate on your lips. “But that will be an adventure for another day. That bath should be ready by now. Here, let me help you up, chére.” You stood up on shaky legs, leaning heavily on Spy. Carefully, he led you towards a much needed bath and some well earned rest.

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 #cross posted on ao3 #tf2 #spy x reader #spy team fortress 2 #spy team fortress #tf2 spy #spy tf2

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rozaceous · 9 months

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the time being had is of ambiguous quality, but we're certainly here

(ttbh for abbreviation purposes)

below the cut is the scene i wrote as gift fic for @vermillioncrown as a spin-off of our collab 'we're here for a good time, not a long time,' which we've hinted around in previous posts. (we were talking abt our beef w kidfic and this happened.) abt 1.7k words

to re-cap, general premise is that allie and korvin got de-aged in their respective universes, have to camp out in canon-verse for a little while as things settle down at home. whfagt events were abt six months prior.

Allie doesn’t think it’s unreasonable that when the very beautiful man who told her to call him Conner attempts to set her down amongst a group of vigilantes that she’s been assured are an alternate universe version of her family—and whom older her has apparently visited before?—she tightens her grip on his t-shirt and her knees around his hip.

The even more (somehow?) beautiful man who is first to approach them makes her hide her face in Conner’s shoulder because he’s so nauseatingly good-looking. Well, it’s a combo of that and people staring at her in general. Is everyone stupidly pretty here?

Someone makes a cooing noise.

“Jason filled us in,” says the Even More Beautiful Man. “This is Allie?”

His voice is all cheerful-gentle and Allie hates it, she does not want this man paying her his undivided attention, it’s mortifying, it’s even worse than when Duke and Jason had had to calm her down from a panic attack a few hours ago and had treated her with kid gloves and looked at her like she was the saddest, wettest kitten out in the rain.

But part of what he says makes her perk up, and she looks around the cave which is apparently called the Batcave because everyone sucks at naming things. “Jason?”

Conner snorts. “The more things change…”

“—I just don’t think it makes sense to leave me in an alternate universe with people I don’t know,” comes a child’s voice, only barely petulant, and Allie’s distracted from her search. “Can’t I be protected at—home? Don’t you have superpowers?”

“Yeah, but you’re extra squishy human right now, Korv,” says a fond-sounding Conner. A Conner who is not her Conner, or at least not the one holding her. It’s a Conner carrying a little boy piggy-back who looks about her age, walking down a set of stairs. Hm. She had gotten flown in through an entrance directly into the cave. It had been really cool.

“And the true dynamic duo is reunited,” mutters another pretty boy, trailing behind. He catches Allie’s eye and smiles.

Allie wants to die. Just how many beautiful people’s company can she be expected to endure?

“Reunited?” Allie redirects her attention. She looks at the little boy who looks back at her with equal discernment, and doesn’t recognize him though the preternatural canniness is viscerally familiar. “We’ve met?”

The Even More Beautiful Man clears his throat. “You and Korvin met the last time you were both in this universe, Allie.” He sounds slightly constipated. Unfortunately, it doesn’t diminish his charm.

“Yeah, and now it’s something something, latent agents of chaos and order, multiversal shenanigans never letting up, achieving balance in the force,” says Korvin’s Conner. “Easiest if you and Allie are in the same place for the time being while the rest of us do clean up. You two even each other out, existentially speaking.”

“That’s a stupid explanation,” Korvin grumbles. He darts another look at Allie, scans the cave.

Anything his Conner might say in response is drowned out by the sound of a motorcycle engine echoing, and Allie’s attention is stolen by the figure on the bike, who, besides Conner, is the only one she recognizes thus far. Though that’s not saying much.

Jason—or this universe’s version of him, and wow this is all getting confusing—eyeballs her once he’s parked and takes his helmet off, hair mussed and a little sweaty. He gives a little wave. “Hey, Allie.”

“Hi,” she replies, and she can feel her cheeks reddening again. She turns away.

“No memories at all?” asks Jason in a tone of confirmation more than interrogation, and she’s not a hundred percent on who he’s talking to, but she decides it’s not her. Besides, he should already know this since her Jason is the one that initiated contact with him about her coming here.

Conner answers. “Nothing past the age she is now.” He rubs his hand on her back.

Time to lean in.

“I’m seven,” she announces in her best ‘I’m baby’ impression.

“Me too,” says Korvin.

“Fascinating,” says the pretty boy. “You had at least a ten year age gap last time.”

“So, this is a situation that is potentially hilarious, and I’d love to stick around for multiple reasons not even to do with the hilarity, but unfortunately there’s a time crunch.” Korvin’s Conner sounds genuinely apologetic.

“Ditto.” Conner is similarly regretful. “Believe me, I want to hang around, and you are wicked cute as a kid—” he directs this part at Allie “—but the universe-saving thing. Kind of pressing.”

“They’ll be safe here,” assures the oldest man in a gruff voice. He’s handsome, but in a dad kind of way where he looks like he needs a nap and a shave. Allie bets he gives really good hugs if you’re able to surprise one out of him.

“Hopefully less mayhem than last time,” says the Even More Beautiful Man with a laugh. “Admittedly not a high bar to clear, though.”

Everyone has been extremely vague about what had happened the last time Allie had universe-hopped, her Jason especially, and he had seemed to know the most. Maybe she’ll get some answers here.

“This is child abandonment, I’m pretty sure,” protests Korvin when his Conner detaches him and sets him down. His Conner winces deeply.

“I’ll be back, Korv,” he promises, crouched down to eye level and more serious than an adult making those kinds of promises to a kid usually is.

“Hm,” is all Korvin says.

“You too, now, Allie,” says her Conner. He’s wearing a reassuring expression. “Back soon.”

She doesn’t put up a fuss this time, though she feels a little silly standing there in the Wonder Woman t-shirt her Jason had given her—older-hers, apparently, and she swims in it even with the hem tied in a knot at her waist—and the jeans and shoes that had been hastily purchased in her home universe.

The two Conners eye each other, and then Korvin’s Conner says, “Good to know I can pull off a nose ring.”

Her Conner scoffs. “I can pull off anything.”

Korvin’s Conner grins. “It's true, I can.”

“See you in a bit, Allie.”

“Real soon, Korv.”

The two of them have some universe-traveling bracelet doohickey and vanish in short order, and Allie looks around the gathered inhabitants of the Batcave—seriously such a stupid name—and then at Korvin, who looks back at her, and, in unspoken agreement, they move closer to each other.

“I think this means we’re best friends now,” she says solemnly.

Korvin nods back with equal solemnity.

The Even More Beautiful Man squats down and smiles at them. “Either of you hungry?”

“Is Steph here?” Allie ignores him and peers around the cave for effect. ”Or Duke?”

“Steph and Duke?” Korvin asks her, also ignoring the Even More Beautiful Man.

“They're nice,” Allie informs him. ”And Steph's really pretty.”

The Even More Beautiful Man makes a noise in the back of his throat, apparently of confusion or dismay, because he quickly clears it and that noise is different. “Steph's wrapping some things up and Duke has class. He'll be back for dinner.”

“Oh.” Allie stops looking around. She still doesn't look at the Even More Beautiful Man; it'd be like looking at the sun if the sun wasn't an indifferent ball of burning gas and instead actively liked you.

“Who are you, anyway?” says Korvin to the Even More Beautiful Man, though Allie notices that he doesn't look at him straight on. Still. Respect.

The Even More Beautiful Man smiles again. “I'm Dick—”

Allie chokes, shares a frantic glance with Korvin.

“That's a bad word,” Korvin accuses instantly.

“I can't say that, I'll get in trouble,” Allie follows up.

“Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

“That's not nice.”

“You shouldn’t try and trick people.”

“I don’t like this.”

Korvin latches onto her hand; she squeezes back. They shuffle even closer to one another.

The pretty boy is clearly biting his cheek in order not to laugh, his face pinking. Dick—and not only is everyone pretty here, the bad names aren’t limited to places, apparently—just stares at them, shell-shocked.

“I—it’s not a bad word, my name is—Dick is short for Richard. It’s a nickname.” He sounds thoroughly lost.

“Sure, Mr Richard,” returns Korvin derisively.

The pretty boy loses it at the same time as Jason bursts into a full-on cackle and Dick’s expression turns to one of horror. Allie, trying not to observe everyone else laughing so that she doesn’t crack, manages instead to make eye contact with the old guy, who gives her the most subdued yet intense smile she’s ever seen, causing her to reflexively smile back.

“His name really is Dick,” the old guy says, subdued-amused. Wow, everything about this guy is subdued, but strictly in a lurking-under-the-surface kinda way. “I’m Bruce. Allie, you’ve met Jason. Korvin, you’ve met Tim. The others will be by eventually and we’ll do further introductions as needed.”

Smart, not offering up information until it’s immediately relevant. Also, paranoid. Allie notices Bruce noticing that she notices, and, judging by the grip on her hand, Korvin notices, too.

“Holy shit, this is great,” Jason wheezes.

“Language,” Tim wheezes back, setting them both off again.

With an air of trying to regain his equilibrium, Dick looks to her and Korvin, jokes, “What, you’re not going to reprimand Jason for using a bad word?”

Korvin scuffs his foot on the concrete, looking down, hand swinging in hers. “Not my business.”

Allie, feeling a little emboldened by the general good humor, interprets: “He’s not trying to make us say anything bad, so it’d be rude to reprimand.” Then, enunciating as clearly as possible, she continues, “And we have fucking manners.”

Even Dick loses the ability to hold it together in the face of such impeccable logic; he snorts loudly, claps a hand over his mouth.

Korvin grins and laughs, then, and Allie grins back.

#folie a deux #whfagt #ttbh #this spawned a lot of other stuff #the og scene if you will #but verm can take it from here lol #but seriously can you imagine looking dick grayson in the eye when he's smiling at you????? i cannot personally

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*The bisharp bodyguards, Roy and Hershel, looked down at their Prime, refusing to budge. They couldn’t let the Prime go without saying what they needed to say.

Destino looked towards the Bisharps, annoyed at their sudden entrance. They noticed that the two had fresh wounds. Hershel with a nasty gash on his face and Roy missing an eye. Seems mother and father had inflicted some form of punishment to the both of them. Destino was quite thankful that they didn’t receive worse wounds. They knew the King and Queen could be quite brutal if they needed to be. Their attention was caught by Hope speaking.

“How are we going to get past them? I could always give them a nice double kick to knock them off their feet.” Hope was ready to fight. She’d knocked them out before, and she could certainly do it again. She was tired of this messing around. She just wanted to be out of here. Destino raised their paw.

Destino sauntered towards the two bisharps. It was going to be easy to convince them to move. Roy and Hershel both looked at each other and Herhsel stepped forward to meet the Prime.

“My Prime, I need you to-“

“Stop and take the prisoner back inside her cell? You know, I don’t think I really want to do that. I quite like doing my own thing and, as your Prime, I shouldn’t have you trying to stop me.”

“No, my Prime, we weren’t going to-“

“Hershel buddy, you don’t have to keep talking. I understand. You’re just doing your job. You’re doing a fine job. Top marks. But, we’re kinda on our way out of here. And you’re blocking the path.”

“My Prime-“

“Shhh, no more.”

Well, that was unexpected. Hershel had never raised his voice at Destino before. It was unheard of for someone of his standing to even consider shouting in that way at royalty. Destino stood in stunned silence for a bit. How dare he raise his voice at them?! Destino wasn’t going to get angry though. Instead, they chose to hear out what he had to say.

“Alright. What’s so important that you have to stop what we’re doing? We’re in a hurry so make it quick.”

A sigh of relief washed over Hershel. Thank goodness the Prime was more tolerant than their parents. He had to make this count. He knelt down, trying his best to meet the Prime’s eye level.

“Thank you my Prime. I shall make this quick as I know that you have a mighty journey ahead of you and the world to save.” He knew? Destino didn’t know how to feel about that. Were there other Pokémon down here that knew they had to save the world? Surely if the Bisharps knew of what they had to do, that would mean their parents did too? So many questions, but not enough time to get to the bottom of it. “My Prime, I have wanted to say this for the longest time. I have not been able to find an opportunity to tell you.” He placed both hands on Destino’s shoulders. Destino had to know. He didn’t know when he was going to see the Absol again so he knew he had to say it now.

“You surprise me everyday. You have many great qualities that will turn you into a fantastic ruler. Your confidence and your charm will prove to be useful tools. But you also have much to work on.” Wow, rude. What on earth would Destino have to work on? They were perfect. Perhaps they shouldn’t have let the Bisharp speak if he was going to insult them like that. “I know you will be able to surpass those negatives and become someone who the Pokémon can look up to. Someone who can inspire others. I see so much potential inside of you. I have enjoyed working alongside you, training you, helping you when I can. I know Roy certainly feels the same.”

Hershel turned his head towards his brother and his brother gave them both a thumbs up and a warm smile. Roy wasn’t much of a speaker. Destino didn’t think they’d ever heard him speak. But he knew his actions spoke louder than any words could. Memories of their time with the two Bisharps flooded their mind. The games of hide and seek they used to play. The training sessions they used to have with the pair. They may not have tried as hard as they could have done but the Bisharps persevered through. The times when Destino would tell them things they would never dream of telling their parents. The support Destino would get from the both of them.

These two Bisharps had been there for Destino their entire life and only just now did they realise how much they relied on the two. How on earth were they going to survive up there without them? They could barely survive down here without their guidance and support. In reality, they couldn’t do anything for themselves. How was they supposed to save the entire world?

Hershel looked straight into Destino’s eyes. He could see they were terrified deep down and hiding it behind their confident facade. Time to give them some words of encouragement. “I know this journey of yours is going to be difficult. I know it is going to be a huge step for you. I have never been up to the surface before but your parents have many times. From what I have been told, it really is not as bad as they have been making it out to be. You will do well up there. I feel you have the skills needed to survive and perhaps even convince the surface dwellers that dark types are not as bad as they fear.”

Hershel then did something that Destino would not have anticipated in a million years. The Bisharp wrapped his arms around them for a hug.

Destino had no words. No witty comebacks. No snide remarks. Instead, they wrapped their arms around Hershel, tightly embracing him.

There was only one thing that Destino could muster up. It came out as a soft whisper.

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