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#I hate to say it because i still have a grudge against danganronpa for reasons #I did the crime of comparing them again but it was only one other time#because a character looked like one from the first danganronpa game okay#please don't fight me over this because it was just what I thought immediately okayy#ace attorney#dual destines#ace attorney dual destines#apollo justice trilogy#aa5#pwdd#ajt#aa5-2#the monstrous turnabout#apollo justice#dual destines spoliers#apollo justice trilogy spoilers#ace attorney dual destinies spoilers#aa5 spoilers#pwdd spoilers#ajt spoilers#aa5-2 spoilers#I don't put a liveblogging tag cuz I always post screenshots with the notes I write while playing after I finished all of the case :D
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Could you draw that "I trust you" scene with Mabel and Stan but with the relativity AU? (The stan twins and pine twins swap ages au)
OF COURSE, I WILL GLADLY DRAW THEM!!! đ„đ„đ„
Iâm gonna post a long winded thesis about my thoughts on this AU, my take on the AU, and two additional arts under the cut because ooooh boy itâs a tad bit long lol. Also, please please forgive the formatting, Iâm writing this all on the fly and itâs extremely disjointed, sorry- đ„
I know thereâs the âcanonâ Relativity AU designs and character dynamics, however I donât really like them that much ngl. I feel like it mostly just ends up with âMabel and Dipper get switched with Stan and Ford with no nuances once so everâ and that BLOWS!!! Thereâs so much potential there and no one is playing with it!! YOU GUYS DONâT EVEN HAVE MABEL PRETENDING TO BE DIPPER, WHATS THE POINT????
Not only that but I feel like making Dipper and Mabelâs dynamic just Ford and Stanâs when theyâre adults is a HUGE simplification of their characters. Like, Mabel and Dipper fight, but they donât fight like Stan and Ford, theyâre not as hard headed and stubborn. Mabel would commit some crimes yes, but I donât believe she would get into some of the heavy shit Stan had in his past. I refuse to believe Mr. Dipper âUndiagnosed Anxiety Disorderâ Pines would fall for Billâs flattery as easily as Ford did.
The Pines Twins are very different from the Mystery Twins. Mabel and Dipper didnât grow up with a father constantly comparing the two and pinning them against each other, outright telling one kid theyâll always be a failure while the other is going to have the burden of making their family rich. They never had that tension. They wouldnât be walking on eggshells around eachother as adults.
I know that makes the concept sound boring to some, âWhereâs the fun in the AU if you take away the sibling fightingâ. You cowards, you can still have it, young Stan and Ford are RIGHT THERE. During the second half of the show when Dipper comes back through the portal, instead of having the older set of twins, something that doesnât make sense with their characters, have a building tension thatâs going to explode soon and keep it between Stan and Ford, donât take it away from them. If anything, I think taking away the resentment and anger growing between the two and giving it to Mabel and Dipped is a butchering of all the characters.
Sure that means some of the episodes would have to change or be completely erased, but thatâs fine!!! Make up some new ones!!! Get silly with it!!!
Mabel and Dipper talk about feelings, Stan and Ford donât. Mabel and Dipper canât stay mad at each other, Stan and Ford will try and stay mad for decades because being angry is easier than being upset.
In my idea of this AU that fight at the end of Weirdmageddon HAS to be between Stan and Ford, and Stan HAS to still be the one getting his memories erased.
đ„ Post Not-What-He-Seems Relativity AU Rambling Below đ„
Dipper is a paranoid man, fool him once youâre never going to fool him again. He would never in a million years ever work with Bill again. Ford however is an extremely lonely child, both he and his brother are desperate for any type of positive attention. I think Bill would see him as a potential protege, especially since Ford is a âfreakâ like he is and the kid is extremely smart for his age. Heâs malleable, Bill probably thinks he could shape him uo to be the perfect lackey.
Ford, being the lonely kid he is, probably does fall for the praise initially. He craves attention and Bill pushes all the right buttons and says all the right words, tries and gains his trust even if time has proven again and again that he shouldnât be trusting the demon.
The tension between the Stan Twins would grow after Grunkle Dipper comes back because Ford is upset that Stan didnât listen to him (even if it was for the best that he did) and that Grunkle Dipper forgave Graunty Mabel so easily because if Ford was in those shoes he wouldnât have. It grows more and more as Ford becomes distant and Stan tries to connect with his brother to no avail. Which, of course, comes to a boiling point when Ford says heâs going to stay in Gravity Falls and learn under Grunkle Dipper. Stan is rightfully upset. He canât go back to New Jersey by himself. Itâs always just been the two of them, he needed Ford, he couldnât handle school or their father by himself. He canât be alone.
Unlike Mabel who just wanted one more day of summer, Stan wishes that he wouldnât be alone, which indirectly causes Weirdmaggendon.
Stanâs prison bubble would probably be a fake New Jersey-esc town full of a bunch of little Stans running around. Town Oâ Stan. A place where no Stan is left behind.
Ford says some nice words to Stan there to get him outta there but there is still this intense tension between the two.
During the Cipher Wheel Ford is the one who tackles Stan. The two fight, whining out hurtful words neither of them mean and only stop when Bill shows up and captures them. Graunty Mabel and Grunkle Dipper run off and distract Cipher in hopes that they can keep the attention on themselves long enough that their great nephews could come up with a plan to escape.
The younger twins donât find a way out and instead, finally, have an actual talk about their feelings, one that definitely ends up in tears as the two talk about the pressure thatâs put on them or how worthless they feel. After that the boys get a rush of determination to escape when Stanley has a plan. Ford immediately hates the plan but Stan insists that they do it, in his own words, âLet me prove I can do something right for once.â
When Bill comes back and threatens to kill either Mabel or Dipper just for the hell of it, Ford calls out that heâd like to make a deal.
He wants to work with Bill, let Bill into his mind willingly. Bill immediately jumps on that offer. Ford is a promising young kid, perfect henchmaniac potential, not to mention it would absolutely devastate Dipper is his great nephew willingly turned to Billâs side.
He goes into Fordâs head, revealing Stanley just in time to reveal that he was trapped, panicking as he was erased with a swift left-hook along with a kid who was happy to prove he was good for something after all.
Everyone was devastated after Weirdmaggedon of course, a child had his mind completely wiped. Stanford took it the worst, he just managed to finally break down those words that others built in his head, that he was too good for Stanley or that he didnât need a knucklehead like him dumbing down his brain, and now his brother was gone. Just like that.
We all know what happens after this, Stan gets his memory back, everyone celebrates and the Stan twins are sent home, promising each other that theyâll never let anyone try and tear them apart ever again. Dipper and Mabel stay at the shack, after all, all they could ever want is there, where else could they possibly go?
Sorry this was⊠extremely rambly and long, I am extremely tired and canât think straight I have a bunch more ideas and concepts so if anyoneâs desperately wants to hear them just ask I guess, sorry you read this dumb of ass essay haha đ„
#relativity falls#relativity falls au#gravity falls au#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#gravity falls fandom#stanley pines#stanford pines#mabel pines#dipper pines#trans dipper pines#itâs not mentioned but I need you to know heâs trans okay <3#young stanley pines#young stanford pines#cw eye contact#fanart#art#digital art#procreate#procreate art#screenshot redraw#citricacidart
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pairing: denki kaminari x reader
word count: 4.8k words
a/n: i'm so glad i finished this and i hope you all like this because i loved writing this. denki's girlfriend is possibly one of the worst people ever...
content warnings: cheating(denki cheats on his girlfriend with reader), praise, unprotected sex, creamie/coming inside, body worship, denki's girlfriend is the absolute worst, multiple orgasms, pining, reader has some self esteem issues and self doubts but denki shows her how perfect she is, oral(f!recieving), denki calls condoms rubber, reader is in denial, petnames, reader is hinted to be chubby, - mdni/18+

you didn't even want to be here... you always got a bad vibe off of them. you're 'friends' with mina but just barely, yet somehow she's dragged you to a party with people who you're definitely not 'friends' with.
at least kaminari is here, he always smiles at you and makes conversation with you even if his girlfriend is a total bitch and probably is the worst out of all of them.
you miss the time before you knew they were dating. somehow after finding that out his girlfriend seemed even worse and more entitled.
you walk into the kitchen in hopes to get another drink but instead you hear that bitch and you had a feeling she was originally talking about you and it was confirmed when she said your name. "i don't know why she's even here. the only reason mina invited her was out of pity." she says spitefully. your eyes well up with tears, maybe you did get invited out of pity, mina is someone who would do that, she knows you don't have many friends.
this whole time you don't realise kaminari is behind you hearing the same thing you are and his face twists in disgust as he hears his girlfriend carry on speaking, "she's just so boring, it's no wonder she's single." your heart fills heavy, it's not your fault that you're single you've just never found someone you clicked with, you blame it on all the fictional characters you like and you often compared them to all your potential relationships. "she's ugly. it's almost a crime that she's at a party with us, that she's in hinami's home. when i started dating kami i met some of his other friends from school when he was younger, that's when i met mineta. the really short one y'know? short, pervy and unattractive, all around terrible guy. he's probably going to be single for the rest of his life, the only way he's not is if he dates her and even then it'll be him who's the more better looking one." they laugh.
why, why, why? what did you ever do to them?
you know you're not the most interesting or the most attractive but you don't deserve this- no one does. you don't want to make a scene but you have to leave, you can't stay here any longer. you wish you could speak up for yourself but you can't and even if you could what good would it do? so you decide to leave before you start hyperventilating, before saying goodbye to mina. turning around to leave when you literally bump into kaminari and there's an expression on his face that you've never seen before and he doesn't even try to hide it.
he looks angry. more than angry, he looks pissed. he's gripping hold of the beer he's drinking so hard that his hands are becoming white around the bottle, his jaw is clenched and his stare is hard but when he feels you bump into him his eyes soften when he looks at you and takes you in. you're biting your lip trying not to sob and tears are filling your waterline. as you see him you can't stop the dam from breaking as the tears heavily stream down your face. as you push past him you hope to never see him again- any of them.
that doesn't happen though. denki has made it a point to wiggle himself into your life, inserting himself there. it happened that very night after you left the party, about half an hour after you arrived home and changed into comfy clothes he came knocking on you door. "kaminari? how... how do you know where i live? wait, what- hold up, what are you even doing here?"
why is he wet, has it been raining? he smiles genuinely at you, even though he's soaked to the bone, freezing from the rain and so very irate with his girlfriend just seeing you cheers him up. he's never seen you in a comfortable setting before, a setting where you're not dressing up from anyone, you look even cuter than normal...
"can i come in?" he asks you and you blink slowly and heavily a few times, processing the question. it relaxes you because the way he says it sounds like a sincere questions. sometimes when people ask a question you know you have to answer a certain way, you know there is a right way.
sometimes when someone asks "can i...?" you have to say yes because saying no isn't really an option, they're not really asking you. but when you heard denki say, "can i come in?" you relax because you know you could just say no and that would be okay, he would be okay with that. if you told him no he 'can't come in' he'd just leave and won't push you to say yes or try to make you feel guilty. sometimes questions like "can i come in?" or a "can we go here?" are almost rhetorical question.
he makes you feel safe.
you nod your head and step aside letting him through. "okay," you reply softly and a little hoarsely, slightly annoyed at yourself for not speaking more louder and assertively.
"how are you feeling?"
the tether that's keeping you from becoming frustrated feels like it starts fraying "how do you think i'm feeling?" beginning to get annoyed at him because why is he even here talking to you, shouldn't he still be at hinema's house with his girlfriend?
"yeah... that's a stupid question, sorry." denki rubs the back of his head with hand and steps a little bit closer to you. "let me make you feel better," he blurts out.
"huh?"
denki steps even closer to you and gently holds onto your hand, clasping it in his. "let me... let me make you feel better. let me apologise on my girlfriends behalf..." your eyes go wide starting to have an idea about what he means but not wanting to verbalise it and jump to conclusions, worrying to get the wrong idea. "let me... show you- show you how beautiful you are, how wonderful you are." he squeezes your hand momentarily and says quietly, almost begging, "please."
"what about your girlfriend?" you say girlfriend with disdain.
"what about her? she doesn't matter. let me show you how pretty you are love."
your heartbeat increases at the nickname and your face heats up. "i- i don't know kaminari."
"denki." he says gently but authoritatively.
"what?"
"please, please call me denki." he pleads, squeezing your hand again.
"okay, denki..." you test his name on your tongue and it sounds right, like you should always be saying it.
even now you're still not sure to what compelled you to say, "please show me denki." you never regretted your answer.
it starts slowly, gently, tenderly. denki cups your cheek in his palm and kisses you, placing his other hand on your hip keeping you close to him. the longer you kiss the more hungry it becomes and you're not really sure if it was you or him that deepened the kiss and pressed your bodies up against each other.
"can i love?" he gestures to your top that he's currently fiddling with the hem of, wanting to lift it up so he can touch you properly and get a good look at you.
you hum in affirmation and keep your lips attached to his, not wanting to separate. denki slivers your top up and puts his hand where it used to be, now on your exposed supple flesh, his cold hands stroking your skin delicately. as you feel his hands you shudder remembering now about how drenched he is. "you must be freezing denki." you finally move away from his lips and see his clothes covered in rain with rain drops dripping down his hair landing on his shoulders.
"it's okay. completely worth it." denki grins at you and you suddenly feel shy by the way he's looking at you. you definitely feel pretty by his gaze, it's electrifying and makes you feel bashful all at once.
"do- do you want a towel to dry yourself off with?" denki kisses your jaw and smiles, distracting you.
"don't worry about it love." his breathe against your neck making you shiver. you pout even though he can't see you and you still worry, not wanting him to get a cold. "you keep me warm."
"but-"
denki presses his lips against yours and wraps both his arms around your waist. you moan quietly and he lifts your top up over your head. "is this okay?"
"yes please," you respond, hoping not to sound too needy.
he smirks at your tone and takes off the rest of your clothes. "jesus, you look even more beautiful than i imagined," he says quietly to himself, you're not sure if you were suppose to hear it or if he even meant to say it out loud. denki runs his hands along the curves of your body.
"you imagined me?" you match his volume and he looks startled at your question, obviously surprised that you heard what he said, you come to the conclusion that he thought he was thinking but he actually said out loud
"who wouldn't? you're beautiful." denki kisses your shoulder and holds one of your breasts in his large hands, stroking your nipple as you bite your lip to stop any embarrassing noises spilling out. you're already feeling shy as it is after denki has said such nice things about you.
after realising what you were doing he takes your chin in his hand and tilts you to look at him so you're making eye contact. "look at me. you don't need to do that. not with me. i want to see you. i want to hear all the noises you make, i want you."
denki grazes his teeth along your neck and you gasp. "those are the noises i wanted." you press your lips together trying not to smile, denki grins at how adorable you look.
he moves to take off his shirt and you thought he looked good beforehand in a casual black button up shirt but god does he look even better with it off. you thought he'd be kind of skinny but he's actually lean and a little slim. you can see some defining muscle, his arms are just the same. a couple of moles on his forearms and faint freckles dust his shoulders and upper chest. you wonder if he has light freckles on his face too because you've never once seen them but maybe you haven't looked hard enough.
you know you're probably staring a tiny bit too much at his slender waist and yellow happy trail that matches the colour of his hair and he doesn't mind one bit, happy that you like what you see and fond of your attention.
"like what you see?" he chuckles. you go to hide your face behind your hand after being caught but denki catches your wrist. "what did i tell you? i want to see you sweetheart." you have the urge to bury your face against his chest, hiding away from his gaze but you resist the urge.
everything became a little hazy after that for the next ten minutes, denki has manoeuvred you into your bedroom onto your bed, hovering over you, and keeping you in between his two arms. you pull denki down by wrapping your arms around his neck so you can kiss him again. the kiss begins slow and sweet before denki runs his tongue against your bottom lip, silently asking for access into your mouth and you grant him it. your tongues intertwine and you can still taste that cheap beer he's been drinking that's still lingering even though you've already been kissing previously.
you could kiss denki all night but he has other plans as he starts touching your breasts again and moves his hand down your body to get you ready for his cock, surprised to find that you're already wet. "wet from just a little kissing? that's so cute." he kisses your cheek and whispers against your ear.
"denki," you whine, "don't tease me."
he has to take a deep breath after hearing you whine, not wanting to let you know how bad you affect him because if you keep making noises like that he'll come in his boxers before he gets inside you. "it's okay love." he grinds himself against your thigh, groaning at the contact, letting you feel how hard he is. "i'm just the same." he says deeply and you shiver at the knowledge that denki is just as turned on as you. he's turned on by you.
his dick is almost painful with being contained in his jeans so he rushes to take them off. precome stains his grey boxers turning the area black and he takes them off too, grinning at you. the one way you would describe denki's dick is pretty, just like him so it makes sense. he's a little longer than average, circumcised and pubes trimmed. you want him inside you. now.
"do you have a- you know?" denki asks, gesturing to your bedside cabinet. he regrets not carrying any condoms in his pocket or wallet but his girlfriend only likes having sex in ones of their bedrooms. she's not a fan of spontaneous sex.
"oh, um, maybe? in the bathroom. i wasn't really expecting this and i don't- don't do this a lot... at all really." you admit, while trying to think about where you keep condoms because you must have them somewhere but you keep coming up a blank. the entire time denki's thinking about how you never do this, it makes him feel special, special that you're letting him make you feel good.
you want him... all of him. "i um-i-i'm on the pill." denki's eyes snap up to look at you.
"holy shit are you serious right now?" he asks automatically and enthusiastically, his face lighting up.
you start regretting your suggestion and denki can tell by the look on your face, he thinks he probably spooked you. "we don't need to do anything like that if you don't want to love. i can eat you out for hours. i mean hell, that sounds like at absolute dream." you giggle after hearing that. "sorry i was a bit quick and excited there, i've just never had sex without any rubber on."
you're surprised after hearing that, thinking that he's the type to go without and you tell him just that. "i think that was why i was so excited, i've always wanted too. it's always been a dream of mine and i don't like using them but i've never brought it up with any of the girls i've been with."
"well.. is it okay that i brought it up?" you ask more confident seeing that denki is delighted with the idea.
"fuck yeah. i trust you like crazy. if it was going to be anyone i'd want it to be you." he tells you, grinning. he trusts you. if he had the opportunity with anyone he'd choose you? your heart flutters.
"i don't really like condoms either and i want you, all of you." you tell him shyly and denki's heart misses a beat after your confession.
next thing you know denki is pushing his cock into, inch by inch. even though denki has already prepped you and has been touching you there is still a slight stretch. both you and denki groan simultaneously. your velvet, warm, wet walls welcome him without any barrier.
what comes out of denki next is a mixture of moans, groans, swearing and praising with each thrust. "fucking hell, holy shit sweetheart. you're fucking beautiful, most beautiful girl in the world, so pretty." with each praise and compliment every slight doubt that lingers in the back of your mind disappears, your sole focus being on the man above you. "you feel so good, lovely." he holds your hands in his, enlacing your fingers, that seems far too intimate for a supposedly one night stand to make you feel better.
he catches on to how to please you best with every gasp, noise and shake, and only after a couple minutes he seems to know your body better than you do. with every thrust he's rubbing against your g-spot, drawing circles over your clit and taking your nipple in his mouth.
you came harder than you ever came that night, multiple times with your ears going fuzzy and eyes going blurry. denki doesn't let you know but he's in the same boat, his come spilling into you, the warmth making you shudder and arch your back, grabbing onto him tightly. he's never came as much as he did and he knows that it's all because of you.
you don't know how it happened but denki ended up staying the night and leaving in the early hours of the morning. this wasn't how your night was suppose to go but you don't regret it. he did what he said he would when he arrived on your doorstep, he did make you feel better and he did make sure you didn't spend the night upset and feeling insecure and alone. that night was so shitty, his girlfriend was so shitty yet he succeeded in making it a good night.
when he came to your door you thought there was a silent understanding, a one night stand and after this he'll go back to his girlfriend. for that one night he'll be making up for what his girlfriend said but it didn't turn out like that.
you expected to not see denki for months, that is if you ever see him again. you expected to go back to calling him by his last name and trying to forget what he looks like nude and how his stomach went taunt as he was about to climax but instead you saw him a week after when he knocked on your door, slamming his lips against yours and pushing you against your wall. at least once a week for months now you would see him, you know you should feel bad for his girlfriend, he is cheating on her with you, but you don't, not in the slightest.
after the first few times denki came by again you slipped in some questions afterwards, wanting to know if he was doing this with other girls. he isn't.
wanting to know if you're still the only person he's slept with without wearing a condom. yes you are and he has no intention of changing that.
you've never asked him any questions involving morality like if he feels guilty or if he loves his girlfriend. it doesn't involve you.
you're aware now your relationship has developed more than it once was, the closest label you have would be friends with benefits. some nights denki knocks on your door unannounced, like always, with a bag of popcorn and your favourite snacks ready to watch a new film that has just come out on netflix. he's probably the closest friend you have, you stay clear of his girlfriend though, she isn't even aware that you and denki are close now. hopefully the last time she's spoken about you or thought about you was at that dreadful party and hopefully it stays that way.
denki likes his girlfriend... he does... if he was quoting mean girls he'd say something along the lines of - there's good and bad to everybody. but his girlfriend is just more upfront about it.
that would be a lie though. there are some things he likes about his girlfriend and when they're alone together it can be really good but he then remembers about how awful her attitude is towards other people. towards you. sneaking around and cheating on her is honestly rather thrilling for him and he likes the idea of silently letting you get your own back.
sometimes he'll rationalise it in his own head while he's drunk. cheating on her is okay because he's always wanted to sleep with you. it's okay because ever since you first met, denki wished you were his girlfriend.
he could never end it with his current girlfriend, his parents always ask about her and it would cause a rift in their friend group. near the beginning of their relationship his girlfriend brought herself a dog but he prefers denki over her, opting to want his attention over hers. if they did break up he knows he'd never see that dog again, he's grown to love it. it's just as much of his than it is hers but he knows that that won't matter and he'll never see him again if they broke up. they work next to each other and they go to all the same places.
he could never break up with her, he'd never hear the end of it with his parents.
so for now he gets to have some joy from getting to see you and kiss you and lay his head on your lap while you watch television together. if he tries hard enough he can almost imagine you're his girlfriend instead.
one night denki's at yours, you're not doing any explicit but you're just enjoying your night together, that is until she spoils it. denki's ringtone going off disrupts hot fuzz and he takes the call not even bothering to pause the movie. you decide to turn it down though. "kamiiiii, where are?" god her voice is grating. once a voice that spewed such nasty things about you now just sounds annoying. "i came by yours and you're not here."
denki closes his eyes shut tight, it looks to you that he's annoyed too. "sorry, i'm out tonight." he lies and know what is about to happen next.
"don't you want to see me. c'mon home, we can spend the night together." she giggles into the phone. you knew it. you knew what would happen when he answered that call from her.
denki knows he does't really have a choice without explaining where he is so he agrees to come see her. "okay, i'll be there soon." you both stay silent for a moment not talking before he breaks the silence. "i'm sorry love, we didn't even get to finish the film. i swear we can finish it next time." he apologises.
he thought he saw disappointment on your face for a second but he knows that he's just seeing things, you wouldn't be disappointed for him to go, you're not like that, he knows to you that he's just someone to fuck. he knows that you're using him to get back at his girlfriend. he doesn't mind that one bit though, as long as you're in his life.
"you can watch the rest without me if you wanted to." he tells you getting up from the sofa.
you shake your head, "no, no, it's fine. we can watch it next time. bye kaminari."
'oh no she's annoyed at me, she called me kaminari. she hasn't called me that in months. maybe she wanted to have sex tonight and i've ruined her plans. i can't stay now though, i'm already leaving. i'll have to make it up to her.'
you don't know why you called him kaminari, you knew it was petty but that didn't stop you from saying it. sometimes you get so caught up with denki you forget that outside of your home he isn't yours and he never will be. you're just sleeping together, that's all, and you don't want anything more than that... you don't...
denki thought about you all night, you never left his mind. he hates that he left you but he felt like he had no option. if he was anyone else he would have enough sense to distance himself from you but when it comes to you his judgement gets cloudy and he'll do whatever he can to be in your life, even if that involves lying through his teeth to everyone about where he is.
two nights after denki left after the phone call he came to yours with a takeaway in his hand and a grin on his face. he doesn't actually say the word 'sorry,' he doesn't acknowledge that he left abruptly, he just grins and asks "hot fuzz?"
you match his grin and let him in. you thought maybe you would be a little annoyed with denki after seeing him in your doorway but you realised that you had no right to be annoyed. you're not his girlfriend.
one takeaway and half a film after you're playing with denki's hair and he hums in happiness and gratitude. "i could have you play with my hair all night but do you want to take this to the bedroom love? i'm still pretty hungry." he takes your hands away from his head so he can kiss your wrist and winks at you. you roll your eyes and call him an idiot. "just for you sweetheart." it just came out and both of you heard. denki splutters and tries to backtrack what he said but it's too late, his whole entire face is red and his eyes are wide and you're doing no better. you haven't fully processed the words yet but you're sure it was accidental, it's just denki being denki. you turn your head away from him, nervous and embarrassed. your cheeks feel like they're on fire and you don't think you have the courage to look at him in the eye. even though you've talked yourself into how it was denki just being denki you still can't look at him.
the implications that he's yours makes you incredibly happy but you don't even want to accept that, after all you just see him as a friend. he's a good fuck. you're absolutely in denial. at least he isn't. he knows he wants you to be his, fully, completely, body and mind.
you both end up trying to ignore what he said, haphazardly but relatively successful, pivoting back to denki's offer of going to the bedroom. "denks are we taking this to the bedroom or not?"
'god she's amazing.' he's so glad you aren't acting weird.
denki's got his head between your plush thighs, he's holding onto them keeping them open so you don't close them and stop him. licking a strip along your pussy, before flicking your clit a few times with his tongue and then lapping up your juices as he plays with your breast and moaning at your taste. "denki, don't do that, it's embarrassing."
he looks up from where he's laying to see you, "what? enjoy myself. don't complain or i won't let you come."
the threat of not being allowed an orgasm shuts you up, knowing that denki will absolutely deliver on that threat if he wants to. you know that he would eat you out for hours not letting your come once.
you loose track of time, your hips start rolling uncontrollably and you grab hold of his hair. "don't get greedy sweetheart, you'll come when i say you can." he holds down your thighs to stop you from moving and kisses your hip, sucking to form a mark on your soft skin. his mark.
for all his threats he does let you come. "you've been so behaved. so good sweetheart," he mumbles against your skin. you come again and again. he finally lets up and you watch him lick his lips and wink at you. you turn your head away from him and he chuckles. his erection is visible even with his jeans on and denki flops down on the bed next to you, drawing you closer so you're laying next to each other, his arm under you.
reaching down to his jeans you start stroking him through his clothes. "don't worry about that, not tonight. i just wanted to look after you, make you feel good." he places a chaste kiss on you forehead.
"you always make me feel good," you tell him honestly and his heart feels like it's beating out of his chest.
"then my work here is done." he replies and you giggle. he is completely and utterly in love with you.
he can't tell you, no matter how much he wants to. you don't feel the same way and he can't lose you.
how much longer will you stay in denial for?
will his girlfriend ever find out about you two? maybe that will be your tipping point. maybe her finding out will make you realise that you want denki more than a quick fuck or a friend. maybe her finding out will be what you need. you're in love with denki.
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okay ive got to get this post out before april fools day so everyone knows this is important and serious information. i believe ive solved a mystery that i might have been the only person on earth who ever cared about and im taking you with me on this journey
For the uninitiated (aka people who have never looked at my blog in their whole life). there is this character called bido from fullmetal alchemist. hes greeds friend and goon and he shows up in like 5 chapters. he looks like this
and if youve never seen him before you are going to be baffled to find out that a large percentage of people who even bother remembering him seem to genuinely believe that he is a young child. and this goes beyond your regular fandom infantilization. i have had people comment on my very own posts, telling me "but wait, i thought bido was a kid".
for years i did not know how this misconception was even possible (look at him), let alone get so widespread, but that might be because the chiefest example of it exists... in the scanlation thats up on most "read free manga" websites. Aka; the one most people these days are reading. perhaps this is the mother of all other bido-child-takes. we may not ever know.
but either way, that scanlation team apparently decided at some point in their workflow, that not ONLY was bido a kid, but it made sense to have an ACTUAL kid* (*15-year-old) call him one. which at that point just feels like rubbing salt in the wound like come on
anyway the first time i checked the original dialogue to compare, i didnt know much japanese, but i was still pretty confident there was zero basis for the mistranslation. this scenes official translation makes no reference to bidos age, and aside from the obvious factor of "are you fucking serious just look at him", there was an ACTUAL reference to his age in the japanese dialogue of an earlier chapter; alphonse calls him "ojisan". which... surely the scanlation team would have seen. if they were translating the manga. but i guess it would be easy to forget a chapter you read that long ago if you arent similarly enamored of every detail regarding one of the least present background characters
Still. it seems like such a weird and out of nowhere choice to make and there didnt seem to be any reason for it. even replacing dialogue with lord of the rings quotes has a clear and almost understandable motivation (hubristically riding the coattails of sam and frodos legendary romance). so WHY did they just suddenly up and decide this bald middle aged man was some kind of precocious Crime Baby.
well in the past couple years i have learned a little bit more japanese. & since last night i think i have found the answer.
heres the original dialogue again, and then here it is simplified for one of the official video games.
"ăăăŒăšăăăèšăŁăŠăäșă", aka, "and the stuff we heard bido say".
"èšăŁăŠăäșă", pronounced "ăăŁăŠăăăšă", aka "itteta koto mo".
Except. if you arent reading too closely, or your image quality sucks, and you mistake the ăš (to) for a ă© (do).
èšăŁăŠăăă©ă*..............
*translators note: koto mo means "and stuff". kodomo means child.
i cannot stress this enough. the kanji for "koto" is right there on the page. this mistake would only happen if somebody was ONLY looking at the furigana and not even doing a good job of that. how did they get it this wrong. how did nobody second guess it. i know that scanlators are mostly a bunch of hobbyists trying their best and i do not mean to disparage them as a collective. its just , that i think these specific ones should maybe be pelted with an assortment of overripe fruits for a little while, for giving me this hyperspecific grievance to suffer.
At least maybe now that ive solved the riddle the truth will prevail in time. tell your friends, or something
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fright night
kim minji x fem!reader
synopsis: in which your universityâs halloween festival leads to you and minji beating around the bush â finally.
warnings: making out. like the best makeout scene i've written in a bit i think. ohmygdoajsdf ; minji is a loooooser but we all know this ; pining ; dumb gay women ; FLIRTING. they want each other SO BAD i was giggling writing this im ngl ; SO cute i loved writing this ohmygod ; anything else not mentioned ; not proofread
a/n: lately iâve been going insane bc of minji like sheâs just so gf⊠so⊠sheâs so⊠i need her



kim minji is an idiot, sheâs literally the dumbest person you know.
well, academically sheâs actually a genius, but sheâs clumsy and clueless nine times out of ten. unfortunately yet fortunately(?) for her, this is only more of the reason for you to be completely in love with her.
which is why your roommate is dealing with another one of your little attempts to deny your feelings again.
âi think i should just die.â you groan into yunjinâs bed. she watches you, your body lifeless after you roll over to face the ceiling. âeverything was just normal.â
ââjustâ as in⊠a month agoâŠ?â your roommate snickers, folding a t-shirt and placing it next to your torso. âi think youâre the only person i know who doesnât enjoy being in love.â
yes: youâre in love with kim minji.
no: you do not enjoy being in love with her at all.
itâs not that sheâs an asshole, itâs just the fact that everyone is also in love with her. she quite literally has a line of girls (and men, but none of them stand a chance) waiting for her. sheâs kim minji, one of your mutual friends who happens to be the captain of the universityâs soccer teamâwhich is why the clumsy aspect of her is often overlooked. so to most, sheâs just hot, but sheâs more to you, much more.
and you? youâre just trying to get by. youâre not in the spotlight, you havenât gotten hit on in months â you and minji are two worlds apart.
âthis is a waste of time. she only sees me as a friend, sheâs cute and athletic. compared to her the most astonishing thing i can do is make a t-shirt and wide-legged jeans to sell on depop.â
âyou should make a t-shirt that says âkim minji i want you so bad please marry meââ
yunjin is cut off when her just-folded shirt is thrown right at her face. she groans and throws it right back at you.
âi hope you get the same fate as a side character in a horror film.â you groan, sitting up and glaring at her.
âaw, thanks.â she says dryly, rolling her eyes. âhey, speaking of horror⊠the halloween festival is soon. are you going?â
âi fear.â you sigh, shoulders sinking a bit.
your partner in crime outside of your dorm, danielle, had convinced you with a look filled with sparkly eyes and a sweet smile to help out with face painting. there would be a variety of people passing by and you were notoriously known for being able to draw really well despite being a fashion major. âart is art,â danielle had shrugged, and so she bribed you with some coffee to really commit to it.
âdanielle got me to do the face painting stall.â
yunjinâs eyes widen as she sets down a sweater. âdid she?â
âyeah. iâm the only one within the circle â other than hanni â who can draw more than a stick figure.â
âyouâve got that right.â yunjin snickers. âyou think your wife will be there?â
âminji?â you tilt your head, to which yunjin responds with a raised brow. she got you there. âoh, um. maybe? why?â
âdonât act all unbothered now.â your roommate scoots you over so she can pick up a pile and stack them somewhere else. âif sheâs also doing something for the event, i see it as an opportunity.â
âwhy would i willingly do that to myself? im going to look desperate.â
âminji is an idiot, we both know that. why would it matter? i think sheâd be flattered to have you there. hasnât she literally taken you home like⊠three times? girl, stop overthinking.â yunjin scoffs. âplus, you never look desperate. youâre a little too good at acting like you donât care. donât you think youâre driving her away? itâs like, youâre so normal and even distant in real life, i donât want to say nonchalant because itâll boost your ego, but unfortunately, thatâs what you are.â
âyouââ yunjin raises both brows as you start to speak.
âshe probably wants you too. iâve noticed you guys talking more â donât think i donât notice you guys next to each other in between classes, even if itâs with your circle. kazuha asked if you were dating actually.â
âreally?â
yunjin giggles, turning away from her closer and back at you. she stands right in front of you, towering over and looking into your eyes scarily.
âyou want that girl so bad.â
âi canât.â
âno, no. listen to me, youâre going to take this halloween thing as an advantage to make a move and also look hot. i donât know how many more complaints about you being a bomosexual i can take.â
âi hate you.â
âokay then pay full rent.â
âi love you?â
yunjin laughs, picking up another pile of clothes and putting it away.
â
hanni is the one to text you out of nowhere the day after, something about âminji wanted you to eat with us, but heeseung is at the cafe.âÂ
you squint at the message. you had just reached your class, and now youâre being invited over to grab a bite with the girl you want so bad while the guy who wants you so bad is in the same area. there is no way you should be saying yes, you canât. one: you need to get over minji. sheâs out of reach, a mere dream. two: heeseung will be checking you out the whole time and might throw in a compliment or two.Â
âiâll be there in five.â you respond, sighing and pinching the bridge of your nose.
âŠ
the cafĂ© seems a little busy, but thatâs not surprising considering itâs around lunchtime and the cafe is not too far from the university. the second you step in, your eyes find minji across the room. sheâs mid-laugh with hanni, but the moment she spots you, her smile stretches wider, something bright and giddy in her gaze. itâs that soft, familiar look she gets sometimesâtoo open, too muchâbut youâre just as bad, trying not to look like youâre seconds away from smiling like an idiot as you walk up.
âhey, you,â she greets, her voice warm as she sidles closer, her shoulder bumping yours as you both look over the menu.
âhey loser,â you reply, nudging her back a little harder, a playful rhythm forming between you. she pushes back with a smile, and you retaliate, each shove barely more than an excuse to keep lingering in that small space between you two. she laughs, cheeks a little flushed, and you canât help but feel like coming over was the better decision.
you order first, dismissing minjiâs offer to pay for your lunch. she frowns but nonetheless lets you order first. you order a sundried tomato and mozzarella panini, stepping to the side after and glancing at minji, whoâs still staring at the menu.
hanni and danielle have already ordered, so you wait near the counter for minji so the two of you can meet up with the rest together.Â
much to your dismay, heeseungâs voice breaks through your little bubble. he steps closer, leaning against the counter a little too casually. âso, do you always come here, or did you just need an excuse?â his smile is easy, maybe a little too practiced, and his gaze lingers as he looks you up and down, more intense than friendly.Â
you try not to visibly cringe, offering him a polite smile. ânot reallyâjust here with friends today,â you say, keeping your tone light but cool. but he doesnât quite take the hint, his eyes not quite leaving yours. he definitely thinks thereâs something in the air, something other than his cologne that is way too strong for your liking.
âyou look cute.â
âoh um, thanks?â you purse you lips into a forced smile, watching him smirk confidently.Â
âwhat are your plans after this? got class?â
before you can think of another way to steer the conversation away, you feel an arm slip around your waist, pulling you close, and you look over to find minji at your side. her smile is wide and a little mischievous, and thereâs a hint of something defiant in her gaze as she looks right past heeseung, keeping her hand snug on your hip.
âoh, y/n!â she says brightly, voice layered with just enough enthusiasm to sound like a joke but thereâs an edge that makes it feel like more. âi remembered something so funny, itâs about yunjin. you know, during practice she got hit in the head.â
she doesnât even look at heeseung as she tugs you back toward your group, keeping her arm around you a beat longer than necessary. heeseungâs face twists slightly, frustration crossing his features, but minji doesnât give him a second glance. she launches into a conversation about her classes, her hand slipping away from your waist as she nudges you with her shoulder once more, an unmistakable grin still tugging at her lips.
you two get the chance to converse with danielle and hanni, who are more than happy to have you there. you can feel heeseung and his group eyeing you from a mile away, but that doesnât matter because minji is in front of you and keeping eye contact the whole time you complain about him.
both your order and minjiâs are called out at the same time and for a second, itâs just the two of you again as you both walk up to the counter. her voice and her closeness are enough to erase the last few awkward moments.
 âyou looked like you were having fun back there,â she murmurs, half-laughing, and you can tell by the gleam in her eyes that she noticed everything.Â
you laugh, trying to shrug it off. âcouldnât have done it without you,â you say, brushing her shoulder with yours. she looks down, almost bashfully, a hint of pink coloring her cheeks as she smilesâa smile that lingers long after heeseung fades into the background once again and you two rejoin the others.
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before you make an excuse to leave, although itâs not really an excuse more than a complaint about your professor assigning a grueling reading, you hug everyone. when itâs you and minji, you two hold onto each other for a split second longer than social norms until she pulls away. minji smells like flowers and vanilla â you could drown in her scent.
âare you going to the halloween festival this weekend?â
âoh, yeah. danielle is forcing me to volunteer.â
âthatâs funny,â minji chuckles, âbecause hanni is forcing me too.â
âis that so?â
âuh huh, pumpkin carving moderator or something.â she says, biting the inside of your lip. âwe should um, do you wanna walk around after? maybe drop your shift early and iâll do the same.â
you grin, pushing minjiâs shoulder with two fingers playfully.
âcouldnât find any other girl lined up for you to hangout with?â
âwhat other girls?â minji asks, genuinely confused.Â
youâre being an idiot. yunjin would so punch you in the face right now, so you come to your senses.
âiâ nevermind. iâll see you around.â
minji waves. âbye.â
âŠ
after you leave, minji settles into her seat beside hanni and danielle, trying to keep her expression neutral. she fails, the smile on her face noticeably smaller and her eyes a little more dim. her friends have known her too long; hanni catches on first, a knowing smirk spreading across her face.
âyou look like a disappointed puppy,â hanni says, nudging minji with a grin.
âwhat? no,â minji replies, clearly flustered. âwhat are you saying bro.â
âyou were practically glowing when y/n walked in,â hanni teases, leaning in. âand then suddenly turned into a sad little puddle when she left. you want her soooo bad.â
minjiâs cheeks turn a soft shade of pink, and she tries to laugh it off, glancing at danielle as if for backup. but danielleâs watching her too, a gentle, encouraging look on her face.
âitâs okay, minji,â danielle says softly. âitâs⊠pretty obvious, you know? you like y/n a lot.â
minji rolls her eyes, looking away. âmaybe i do. but it doesnât matter. y/nâs just⊠sheâs too⊠normal, you know? sheâs always so unbothered, so unfazed by anything. she probably doesnât even want me. iâm always chasing her.â
danielle shakes her head, a knowing smile touching her lips. âi wouldnât be so sure, minji. just because y/nâs good at hiding her feelings doesnât mean she doesnât have them.â she places a reassuring hand on minjiâs arm. âtrust me, i think thereâs more there than you realize.â
minji lets out a small sigh, her gaze dropping to her hands. âitâs just⊠sometimes it feels like iâm the only one whoâs feeling this way, you know? like iâm the only one getting flustered or waiting for her to look at me like⊠like i donât know, she seeâs me as a good friend.â
hanni wraps an arm around her, squeezing her shoulder. âplease. y/nâs about as subtle as you when youâre around. i donât know how you donât see it.â
danielle laughs softly, nodding. âgive it time, minji. y/n might just need a little nudge, and besidesâŠâ she pauses, glancing around conspiratorially before leaning in. âif y/n didnât feel something, you wouldnât have caught her staring at you like that when she thought no one was watching. plus, the whole nudging your shoulders the whole time. you two are like fucking thirteen year olds in love, itâs kind of gross.â
minji looks up, hope flickering in her eyes as a faint, shy smile tugs at her lips. maybe, just maybe, she wasnât imagining it.
â
âim literally going to kill myself.â is the first thing yunjin hears when you get home, followed by you dropping your bag and crashing against her on your couch.
âgirl what happened?â
âkim fucking minji. sheâs insane, she wants me to die, i canât do this, i resign from being a lesbian can i please resign.â
âwell!â yunjin laughs, pulling you in. you lean on her shoulder and cover your face with your hands. âdo you want to tell me what happened?â
through your hands, your voice is muffled as you explain, âbasically hanni invited me to grab lunch with her and dani and minji. she looked so cute and like, we kept bumping shoulders and she kept smiling when she did it and then i ordered andââ
âyouâre ramblingââ
âand then i waited for my order while she ordered and heeseung started flirting with me,â
âew, heeseung?â
âthe bane of my existenceâ yes. i told him i was a lesbian at least three times! oh my god, anyway that doesnât even matter, i donât even care becauseâyunjin. huh yunjin.â
yunjin blinks at you as you stand up, pacing back and forth on the carpet now. she canât help but laugh at you when you stop in front of her and groan, âjennifer huh.â
âwow, this must be serious.â
âminji fucking grabbed me by the waist like some wattpad story and then kinda shooed heeseung away and yunjin her hands are so nice and they were on my waist and i want her so bad. yeah. iâm gonna just die.â
yunjin pulls you by the wrist so youâre back next to her. she looks at you with a raised brow, waiting for you to recover from your high (if that counts as a high, but maybe youâre just insane).Â
âshe wants you.â
âsheâs playing with me.â
âyouâre insane. you know hanni asked if me if you like minji earlier, right? talking about how minji looked so devastated after you left.â
âwhat?â
âoh my god. you know what, iâm done with you. youâre such an idiot that itâs pissing me off.â
you whine, pulling yunjin by her forearm and pulling her back, which earns a scoff. yunjin looks at your little pout and puppy eyes, but doesnât give in. instead, she pushes you off, leaving you to deal with the events of the day on your own.
before she disappears into her room, she sighs, âyouâre gay and useless.â
you sink into the couch a little more. âthanks.âÂ
â
the weekend comes by all too fast. even with your time consuming assignments, it feels like youâve blinked and now you have to deal with the whole festival.
youâre in a snug white cropped baby tee that shows a decent amount of your abdomen, your hair is styled just a bit, and the makeup on your face is a little more glittery and highlighted than usual. on your back thereâs angel wings that complete the look.Â
(âsheâs going to want you so bad, trust me.â yunjin assures as she does your eye makeup.
itâs nothing much, just some darker warm tones with a faint hint of purple and highlighter to make you really look like an angel.
âandâŠâ yunjin adds a bit of highlighter to your cheekbones. she pulls away and gazes at her work, bringing her pointer to her lips and biting on it jokingly. âheyyy gorgeous.â
âshut up.â
âminjiâs going to want you so bad.â
âshut. up.â)
yunjin drives the two of you to the festival, she also looks really good. while youâre an angel, sheâs a devil, showing off her toned body from soccer so she can pick up some girls that night.
(âyouâre such a hoe.â you groan, doing her makeup to make her eyes smoky and lips plump.Â
she rolls her eyes while putting on her little horns in her hair, checking herself out in the mirror.Â
âhow do i look?â
âlike a hoe.â you assure firmly, earning a shove. then, you slide a finger down her collarbone teasingly, winking at her. âa really hot one.â
your roommate chuckles. âsave that for minji, y/n.â
âi hate you.â)
the halloween festival is lively, lights flickering under dark skies, and you slip through the crowd in your angel costume with yunjin. youâre not even sure if anyoneâs noticed your costume details, but the reactions make it clear you look⊠well, good. or maybe thatâs just yunjin whoâs doing the attracting, but a man winks directly at you and you have to force back a look of disgust.
as you make your way to the face-painting stall, you catch sight of minji leaning against a booth, dressed as patrick bateman. sheâs really hot, thatâs for sure, and itâs nothing new. the loose, slightly unbuttoned dress shirt shows her collarbone, and you canât help but think about how your lips would feel on them. the loosened tie around her neck makes her look really good; you feel like sheâs pulling you in without trying. despite the purposeful tousled look, she looks effortlessly put-together, but the smudge of fake blood on her cheek adds a wild edge (and makes her look even hotter).Â
her eyes land on you, and her expression shifts just slightly before she pushes off the booth, walking over with a slight smirk.
âwow,â she says, looking you up and down in a way that feels way too intense. âyouâre really⊠pulling off that angel look. you look really good, y/n.â
you giggle, trying to play it cool. âyou look pretty good yourself,â you reply, letting your gaze drift over her from the blood on her cheek to the undone buttons of her shirt. âi didnât know patrick bateman could look this⊠hot.â
a faint flush creeps onto her cheeks, and she lets out a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. âyeah, well, didnât know âangelicâ could look so irresistible,â she teases, but her voice softens as her eyes linger on you.
for a beat, the two of you just stand there, the energy between you charged. youâre painfully aware of the way sheâs looking at youâlike sheâs holding back from saying or doing something, thouhâand you canât stop yourself from mirroring that, a hint of want in your gaze. she clears her throat, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
âwell, i better get to moderatingâ i donât want people accidentally slicing themselves instead of a pumpkin.â she murmurs, finally breaking eye contact but not before giving you one last once-over, her eyes lingering a moment longer than necessary. she brings her hand to your hair, using a finger to push away some of the strands framing your face. you gulp a bit, then again after she brushes her knuckles against your cheek. âi like this. the makeup.â
i like you. you fight back the confession.
âthanks.â you swallow, nodding. âwell, i should,â you start, playing with her tie out of a burst of confidence. you tug on it just a little, catching her by surprise. her breath hitches just barely. â--get going. iâll see you.â you say, dropping the piece of fabric in your hand.Â
as you head toward your booth, the thrill from your brief encounter with minji lingers, leaving you more than a little distracted and hoping she feels it too.
âŠ
youâve painted more faces than you can count on one hand in only an hour, much to your surprise. if you were to do this full time youâd for sure develop arthritis the second week on the job.Â
after your tenth person â some kid who just wanted two flowers on her cheeks â danielle taps your shoulder. you turn around, humming in response.
âyou look beat,â she says.
your shoulders are drooping, your posture is much worse than when you started, and youâre moving your wrist in a every angle to stretch it out and relieve the soreness.Â
âyou think?â
âhanni says sheâll be over in a bit.â danielle assures, patting you on the back and massaging your back lightly. âthe stall will close soon so we can all hangout after.â
âthank god. are the other activities closed?â
ânot until before midnight â i think.â you sigh in relief, but danielle adds, âcould you grab some stuff from the supply closet though? maybe some more white, blue, and red paint? maybe grab yellow and green too.â
she gives you those eyes again, earning a chuckle. âyeah, yeah. okay.â
âgreat! just go down and turn right, thereâs a brown shed â itâs not creepy, i swear. itâs kind of modern actually.â
âsomething tells me youâre lying.â
âme? lying?âÂ
you roll your eyes and stand up, then you trudge on over down the gravel. you roll your shoulders back and massage your neck a bit, then fix your costume a bit. itâs funny; youâre at a whole festival and this is the only time youâre exposed to the groups of people, bright lights, and excitement all around â at least for longer than a minute.
turning the corner you reach a shed, one that matches danielleâs description.Â
danielle isnât a liar, she never lies â well, she never lies about anything serious. itâs quite modern inside, seemingly new due to the fresh paint smell. itâs lined with wooden shelves, each holding different items. the corners are filled with various decorations, ranging from not only halloween decor but also christmas and even valentines day themed trinkets. you laugh at the little cupid poster in the back, but recollect yourself and focus on the âtaskâ at hand.
you have to rummage through the costumes in the corner to find a small box with face paint in it. the light in the shed isnât on (there isnât a switch, only some rustic-type light hanging from above in the middle of the building), so you use your flashlight to help you see clearer.Â
it takes a bit more time to find the yellow bottle of paint, which is in your hand until you drop it from the sound of the door opening so suddenly.
you jump, gasping ever so lightly before turning around to see a very striking patrick bateman.
minji stands in the doorway, still looking as good as before, looking at you with a perplexed expression.
âwhat are you doing here?â she asks, looking around the area.
âminji,â you close your eyes, âyou scared the shit out of me!â
âiâm sorryâŠâ she says, jutting out her bottom lip and suddenly every ounce of fear is drained from your body. âi didnât know you were in here.â
âdanielle sent me to get more paint.â
âthat's funny,â minji steps towards you, looking at the two paint bottles on the floor. âhanni sent me to grab trash bags.â
you donât respond for a second because minji steps under the antique light above her. it illuminates her face in the best way possible, highlighting the smeared on fake blood and her features. you feel your throat tightening as you stare.
minjiâs gaze softens, she steps closer.
âdo you know where i could find trashââ
âyes, um, yeah, probably in the corner.â you choke out.
she chuckles, you swallow lightly.Â
you take the stretch of silence to pick up the two bottles that had dropped out your hand and turn the flash on your phone off. you fix your tank top because minji is still within radius, but sheâs busy looking for the trash bags, still.
âiâll see you later?â you say softly. minjiâs head whips around, and thereâs a slight frown on her face. before she can respond, you hear a click coming from the door, then stare at the handle with furrowed brows. you reach over to twist the knob, but it barely budges. âwhat the hell?â
âwhat?â
âi think itâs locked. did you lock it?â
she shakes her head, her brow furrowing as she steps over, nudging you aside to try the handle herself. she pulls, twisting the knob a little harder than you did, but the door still doesnât move an inch.Â
âitâs locked.â she mutters, glancing at you with a hint of worry. âi think weâre stuck.â
you both stare at each other for a beat, the realization sinking in, and suddenly the small shed feels much smaller. you look away first, sighing before turning on your phone.
âiâll call danielle.â you say, voice steady, though thereâs a slight tremor as you dial.
âiâll try hanni.â
you both dial. danielle doesnât answer and you huff. you wait for minji, her phone against her ear, and the defeated groan is enough to tell you whether hanni answered or not.
âi guess theyâre busy.â minji says, slipping her phone back into her pocket.Â
for a moment, silence stretches between you both again, an awkward tension settling in. minji shifts, making a weird noise as she brushes dust off her shirt. you canât help but find it cute. then she adjusts her loose collar, making you clear your throat and glancing around for any other possible way out; thereâs none.
the only thing you catch is a window, a window thatâs far too small and high for anything to happen.
âweâre stuck.â you mutter, looking back at minji.
âdo you think dani and hanni will realize weâre missing?â
âthey might be busyâŠâ you pinch the bridge of your nose, resting your head against the door. âi have no idea how weâll get out.â
youâre stuck with minji. kim minji. the hottest and cutest girl youâve ever laid eyes on. the girl you think of way too much for it to be platonic. the girl whoâs in a costume that genuinely has you considering ruining a friendship. the girl whoâs leaning back against the shelf behind her right now, crossing her arms, and whoâs eyes are flickering over you as she smiles.
âyour costume is really something.â her voice is casual, like youâre not stuck in a shed. thereâs also a warmth in her tone that isnât hidden in the slightest. âi like it a lot. you look heavenly.â
if minjiâs trying to ease the tension, sheâs doing it very well. her stupid dad joke earns a laugh from you, and now youâre leaning against the door with one side of your body as you keep eye contact.
âthank you minji, your looks could really kill.â
she laughs, gums showing and eyes crinkling. you want her so bad.Â
âthat one was worse than mine.â
âno it wasnât!â
she rolls her eyes. âit was.â she steps closer leaning her head against the same door and staring hard at every single feature of your face. she glances at your lips briefly, then back up. âbet youâve turned more than a few heads tonight.â
âmaybe,â you feel your voice growing quieter. âbut i was stuck at the booth.â
âif i were at the booth i think iâd purposely stay just to see you. you look really pretty tonight y/n, i mean it.â
you blush. âmaybe.â thereâs a grin that you canât keep off your face. âiâd say the same for you.â
she chuckles again, looking down at her slightly blood-stained dress shirt. âyeah, i think i took the pumpkin carving part a bit too seriously. got more guts on me than on the pumpkins.â she holds up her hands, still faintly stained with an orange hue, and shakes her head. âiâll probably smell like pumpkins for a week.â
minji watches you turn to the side, covering your mouth to stifle a giggle.Â
turning back, youâre mid-laugh when your eyes catch on a smudge of blood across minjiâs cheek, just barely out of place. your hand moves without thinking, reaching up to brush it away with your thumb. the laughter fades, the shed shrinking around you, and everything slows, the only movement her skin warming under your touch.
minjiâs gaze locks onto yours, intense and unblinking, and thereâs something behind it that makes your heart skip. her eyes are barely liddied now, she swallows, biting down on the inside of her lip, before a slow, uncertain smile begins to take over her face.Â
âyou look so good right now,â she murmurs, her voice low, almost rough. her hand reaches up, covering yours, holding it there against her cheek, like sheâs trying to commit the moment to memory, almost like itâll end anytime â soon, or now.
youâre close enough to feel her breath, the slight catch in it. âgood enough for you?â you ask softly, a smile playing at your lips, your words teasing, but your heart racing.
she chuckles, but itâs quiet, and her gaze doesnât waver. âbetter than good,â she whispers, her hand falling from yours, trailing down to your waist, her fingers grazing the bare skin there, gentle, hesitant, like sheâs testing the feel of you, seeing if youâll pull away, but you donât. minji smirks. âare you⊠seeing anyone?â
the question hangs between you, heavy and thrilling. you shake your head, your pulse pounding beneath her touch. âno one at all.â
she exhales, her voice barely above a whisper. âgood.â her fingers press into your waist just a little more, her gaze flickering down to your lips, and you watch, almost dizzy, as she wets her own, her tongue darting out, just barely, the movement so subtle youâd miss it if you werenât so close.
your hand moves from her cheek, trailing slowly down to the open collar of her shirt, brushing along her collarbone. her breath hitches, and her head tilts slightly, just enough for your fingers to press against her skin, her eyes closing for the briefest moment before she meets your gaze again. you donât realize how close youâve drawn until you feel her breath warm against your lips.
she glances at your lips for what seems the tenth time. you two are clearly vibrating on the same wave length, itâs evident.
then, with the faintest, almost imperceptible smile, minji closes the space between you, her mouth soft, warm, pressing into yours, a little unsure, like sheâs savoring every second of it. her hand at your waist tightens, pulling you closer, her fingertips grazing the curve of your hip as she leans in, her other hand moving to cradle the side of your face, her thumb grazing your cheek. the world around you slips away, and all thatâs left is herâthe warmth of her lips, the feeling of her touch, and the overwhelming sense that every daydream you had is getting outdone by this moment. this real moment.
itâs so real when she pulls away with rosy cheeks. she looks at you nervously, as if she didnât just take the oxygen from your lungs.
âwas that alright?â she asks, sounding unsure. itâs cute, sheâs cute, god sheâs so cute.
âperfect.â you mumble.
your hand moves to where her tie is, itâs loose around her collar, making it easier for you to tug her right back into you. she gasps from surprise and groans into your lips, kissing you hard.
her fingers press into your skin and you shiver, parting your lips ever so slightly to sigh softly. minji smirks against your skin, trailing to your jawline with light pecks as you release your grip on her tie and snake your hand around her neck.
âiâveââ a kiss to the side of your throat, âwanted toââ a kiss lower, âdo this forââ and a soft kiss to the base of your neck, âso long.âÂ
your breath shakes after she finishes the sentence, she kisses your neck once more.
minji parts, moving you over so youâre is against some random, heavy box on the side of the shed and now both arms are around your neck. youâre a few more kisses in, mixed with content sighs and groans and handfuls of hair before you two almost bite each otherâs lips off from the sound of the door opening.Â
you barely have time to pull away, minjiâs lips are still a breath from yours, her hand lingering at your waist. you both turn to see danielle, hanni, and yunjin standing in the doorway, eyes wide. you and minji spring apart, the movement so fast that it would be funny if you were witnessing the situation.
danielleâs shock morphs into a grin as she exchanges a look with hanni, and yunjin just has a hand over her mouth.
hanniâs mouth drops open before breaking into a smirk, her eyes flickering with pure satisfaction.Â
âoh my god.â hanni breathes, relief in her voice. âit actually worked.â
before you or minji can respond, utterly confused considering they all look relieved rather than disgusted, yunjin takes one look at you and minji and bursts out laughing,
âi knew it! i knew you two would finally do something if we left you alone long enough.â
minji blinks, looking as if sheâs still processing. you glance between them, your cheeks warm. âwhat?â you say exasperatedly, âwhat do you mean âfinallyâ? whatâ what is all this?â
The three of them exchange looks before danielle nudges yunjin forward, her grin growing. âso uh, we mightâve had a little something to do with the door locking. maybe on purpose. maybe. perchance.â
âdefinitely on purpose.â hanni adds, crossing her arms. âwe were all tired of watching you guys dance around your feelings. you two needed a push.â
minji stares at them with a mix of embarrassment and dawning realizaiton. then she glances at you, her face flushing before turning back to the trio.
âyou all planned this?â
hanni nods, looking like sheâs enjoying this way too much. âyou guys are hopeless. you know? everyone could see that you two wanted each other except you two. who the hell nudges their friends like that? you both are like middle schoolers with their first crush.â
you exchange yet another glance with minji, whoâs biting her lip. thereâs a surprise mirroring on her face, and honestly itâs really cute. adorably cute.Â
despite all the embarrassment, you canât help but laugh, a little breathless.
âso⊠this was all a setup?â minji says, looking at them with a half-laugh, half-disbelieving shake of her head.
danielle shrugs, stepping aside to give you both room to leave the shed. âwell, it worked, didnât it?â
yunjinâs grin is teasing as she waves you both out, her eyes bright with excitement. âyeah, finally,â she echoes, a satisfied smirk on her face. you glance at minji, whoâs still looking at you, and a shy, almost playful smile tugs at her lips.
and as you both step out of the shed, shoulder to shoulder, the knowing smiles of your friends after they glance behind, thereâs a giddiness accompanying the space between you and minji.
they all explain something about your booths being over because you two were too busy making out â you barely listen â and minji nudges your shoulder again when theyâre far enough to not hear her.
you turn, tilting your head a bit before she leans down a bit to mumble, âyou know, i heard that if you donât kiss me again, for at least an hour, bloody mary might show up in your room tonight.â
a laugh escapes your lips and you push minji, whoâs grinning at you like an idiot. you roll your eyes and reach out to hold her hand, she squeezes yours excitedly.Â
âthatâs a new one. are you sure itâs true?â
minji quickly cups your cheek and steals a kiss, parting away to make sure your friends donât turn around and tease you two relentlessly.
âthat one just got rid of all the bad energy from before.â
âwhat bad energy?â
âthe one thatâs building up every second you donât kiss me. it also builds up if you donât go out with me for lunch tomorrow. or ever.â
you roll your eyes once more, then glance at your friends before kissing minjiâs cheek.
âi canât risk any of that, can i?â
#kpop x reader#newjeans x reader#newjeans fluff#newjeans minji#kim minji#minji#minji x reader#kim minji x reader
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Jealousy (Sauron x fem!Elf!reader)
-> in which you know Sauron is only getting close to Mirdania as part of your plans, but it still bothers you
Warnings: evil reader who is Sauronâs partner in crime (itâs not exactly healthy but you match each otherâs freak)
Note: now part of the evil!reader collection (various scenes with the same reader but not written and posted in chronological order)
If sheâs not in love yet, she is awfully close to it. You can see it plainly on Mirdaniaâs face as Sauronâor, as she knows him, Annatarâcradles her hand in his, convincing her yet again to do his bidding with nothing more than a softly spoken word and a gaze that lingers just a moment too long.
âCan I trust you to make sure the others respect his wishes as well?â you hear him say from where youâre standing, only a few feet away. Mirdania agrees almost immediately, looking as though she might pick up a hammer and crush her own fingers with it as well, if her beloved Lord of Gifts only asked.
You are being dramatic, of course. Itâs a good thing, having as many smiths of Eregion be vulnerable to Sauronâs deception as possible, but itâs awfully unfair that someone else should get to feel his touch so freely when you, the one with the most right to it, must restrain yourself until you are alone.
By the time they are finished conversing, you are glaring daggers in their direction. If Mirdania notices, you donât know and you donât care. Itâs his gaze you meet and hold for a brief moment before you turn yours away and leave the courtyard, knowing he would follow.
He had better.
Youâve reached a corridor you know to be empty most of the time, and are striding down it when a hand wraps around your arm and pulls you to the side. You hold back a smirk as your back meets the wall and you stare up into Sauronâs eyes.
âJealousy does not suit you,â he remarks sharply.
âFeigned innocence does not suit you,â you retort. âYet you never fail to make it convincing.â
âMirdania is hardly difficult to convince. And who can fault her?â he says, smugly. He likes to make your blood boil, and you like to let him. It stokes the passion between you. Usually. Now, however, it only serves to further your indignation.
âWho can fault her, indeed?â you say bitterly. âPerhaps sheâs not the one worthy of my ire. It was, after all, the Lady Galadriel to whom you oh-so-poetically compared Mirdania not that long ago. Perhaps your time together in Numenor brought you much closer than you led me to believe.â
Your accusation diminishes his playfulness. He puts a finger under your chin, lifting it slightly to better fix you with a warning gaze.
âI do not care for this attitude of yours,â he says disapprovingly. âYou were never quite so... irritable, before.â
âBefore?â you hiss, removing his hand from your face and holding his wrist between you in a grip tight enough you hope it hurts. âBefore you were taken from me without warning, and I was left alone in the world? Living amongst my kind as though nothing had changed, as though I still belonged with them. Playing the obedient little smith as if I was not meant to be so much more. Forgive me if, after all those interminable years awaiting my husbandâs return, I do not care to see his fingers in some other elfâs hair!â
Your last words are practically a growl as you release his hand furiously, slamming it into his own chest. He glances at it, then looks at you, having the decency to seem somewhat contrite for a brief moment.
âHad I known it bothered you so...â The slightest smirk tugs at his mouth. âIâd have at least tried to touch her hair out of your sight.â
You shove at his chest, spitting out an adjective in Black Speech with a most indelicate translation in the common tongue. This time, you donât want him to follow. Itâs your full intention to storm away and treat him with nothing but silence until youâre satisfied you have frustrated him as badly as he did you.
Youâve taken a few steps when he catches you by the waist, pulling you with your back flush against his front in the middle of the corridor. You make a sound of surprise, your hands flying to his, but you donât try to pry them away from you. His mouth is at your ear, hot and alluring.
âThere is a purpose to my every word, gesture and touch,â he says, the low rumble of his voice traveling deliciously down your spine. âA purpose of which you are well aware. Our purpose. Do you truly believe a head of pretty hair would so easily sway me, when I spent centuries dreaming to taste you once more?â
His voice has dropped to a whisper, and his lips lower to your neck, pressing gently against your skin to soften you to him. It feels divine, as always, but pride demands you hold back from melting into his just yet.
âWhat you spent centuries dreaming of,â you counter flatly, âis ruling the world.â Your voice betrays only the tiniest trace of breathlessness as he gives your skin a light, warning bite.
âThe two may coexist, and they do. You know that very well.â He turns you around then, holding your chin between his fingers once more. His thumb brushes your lower lip, eyes boring into yours with no trace of the teasing glint from before. âCease your foolish doubts. Anger makes you impossibly beautiful, my love, but in this moment Iâd prefer it if you were angry alongside me, rather than at me. We must stand united, now more than ever.â
That is... infuriatingly true.
Oh, damn him. With his flattery and his touches and his... rational thinking.
âI just...â You let out a sigh with a hint of a groan, your anger giving way to reveal the source of frustration which had driven you to such impulsive actions in the first place. âIâve grown so tired of this pretense. This ridiculous charade, as if you were as much a stranger to me as you were to the other smiths before you came. Look at us, sneaking around like some rebellious youths exchanging forbidden kisses. They should know who you are. Who we are.â You cup his cheeks and lean in close, voice drenched in unbridled passion. âHusband and wife. King and Queen.â
âAnd so they shall,â he vows, pulling you against him in a tight embrace as he leans his forehead against yours, âonce the work is complete. I shall put a crown on your head, and we shall stand side by side as the world bows at our feet. Before their Lord of Darkness, and my beautiful, terrible Queen. This, I swear.â
Your heart thunders in your chest at the images invoked by his words. Everything youâve waited and strived for all this time, finally within your grasp. Being supreme ruler of Elves, Dwarves and Men alike. Knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that you can never be torn from the one you love again.
âThe day cannot come soon enough,â you breathe out, the last word barely escaping before your love captures your lips and kisses you with endless greed, perfectly matching yours. There is darkness within you, and it was always meant to become intertwined with his. One or both of you may be killed, as he once was, but no power in existence could ever truly part your souls. Itâs a certainty you see reflected in his eyes as he pulls away just slightly, just enough for his gaze to set you even more alight with desire before he devours you with his kiss once more.
âSoon, my love,â he whispers against your lips. âSoon.â
Previous fic with same reader -> A true gift
Next fic with same reader -> Reveal
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heyyyy <3 can i request an andrew x virgin insecure reader? i feeln kind of angsty tday :')
if you do smut, id like to request him taking like readers virginity (no ashley, no incest.)
It took me a long while of thinking of whether I should write it or not.
I'm not very good at writing smut, but I hope this is good enough.
Headlock [Decay! Andrew x Fem! Reader]

Warning â ïž : dark content, toxic friendship(?) (Ashley), mentioned murder, sexual content/18+/nsft(?), I have no idea how the Decay route goes, but neither do you, so let's half-ass it. It had a plot, but that got dropped halfway. The title? I guess. Again, I'm not good at this.
A/n: it's not exactly as requested
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How did you get involved in this? It all started when a 'parasite' was found in the buildings' water pipes and the inhabitants got quarantine. Only later did you find out that you were all being starved to death so your organs could be harvested.
Why you were still staying with the Graves siblings is a question you had no answer for. Was it because you three were criminals, or simply because you didn't want to be alone anymore? Maybe the quarantine did its toll on your mental wellbeing?
Who knows?
Andrew was nice, normal-ish, and chill person to be around. Maybe you caught some feelings for the guy, but let's be honest, compared to the crimes you committed with them, your "little" crush is the last thing to come to your mind.
And then there's Ashley...
She tends to be, how would you put it? Brutally honest? Sometimes rude? Wellmeaning... in her own twisted way? Alright, now you're just trying to defend her. She tends to passive-aggressive comments about your body as if she knows about your insecurities. For some god forsaken reason, you just chuck it up and think it's her messed up way of helping, even if her comments did make you cry once you were alone.
Yeah, it's terrible.
But there were times when you two would just interact normally. And by that, I mean you just listened to her talk and complained about Andrew on what he did or who he was with.
You noted not to interact with him when she was around.
But boy, oh boy! Did things drastically change when Andrew came back alone.
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You jolted when the door of the motel room was busted open. To your relief, it was just Andrew. But where is Ashley?
"Where's Ashley?"
"She's not gonna be a problem anymore."
"What do you mean by..." You end up trailing off as you notice the blood on his hands.
"Exactly what I said." He replied.
What are you going to do now... how are you supposed to react to the news that Andrew just brought?
"Wh- ha?! What are we gonna do now?"
Andrew just rubbed his face, clearly tired.
"I'll think about it tomorrow." What sort of crap answer was that?! He just killed his own sister and the only one who could get visions. now what are you gonna do?
"I took the charm. We can still use it."
Oh... Well, alright.
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One of Andrew's arms held you in a headlock, and with his free hand, he was rubbing your clit in circles.
You try to keep your moans down, as you were embarrassed by the sound that could get out. Mind you, this was your first time being intimate with someone.
To your unfortunate surprise, Andrew gently bit and licked from the nape of your neck going upwards, which made you gasp loudly. He quickened the pace in with his fingers, making you get out small whimpers as you felt close to cuming. However, Andrew had other things in mind as he removes his fingers from your clit and gets you to to turn around and face him.
For a scrawny-looking guy, he sure had a lot of strength and stamina.
He hooked one of your legs around his waist as you held on to his shoulders, trying to keep yourself balanced. You feel his hand hold your lower back, and you feel the tip of his dick rubbing your clit before moving straight to your hole.
You slapped your hand across your nose and mouth to block out the sound that was gonna abruptly come out of your mouth.
"You're gonna fall like that." The first thing he said since you started this. Andrew guided both of your arms around his neck. "Now hold on tight." He warned before hooking your other leg around his waist. You quietly whine when you feel his member rubbing up and down against your walls as he moves you both to the bed.
Your back hits the soft mattress, your legs loosen up, and your hands go back to holding on to Andrew's shoulders.
Andrew pressed his face onto your shoulder and held your hips with both hands. Once again, you covered your mouth with one hand when he started moving and gripped his hair with the other.
At first, he moved at a slow pace as you had adjusted to his length. He soon picked up the pace, and his tip was hitting a specific spot, which made pressure build up in your lower stomach, which all released and spread warmth through your body when the tip hit that spot againg for the last time making you groan in pleasure.
Feeling numb and tired, you wanted to rest your eyes a bit, which ended up with you falling asleep.
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"You mortals are really something else."
"Bah!" You jump in surprise only to see that it was Lord Unknown floating beside you. You also noticed you had your clothes on again, which meant you were asleep.
"At ease simple soul. As you are aware that you will receive a vision now." The being indicated to the door standing in front of you.
You nervously approached the door and turned the handle, getting it to open.
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A/n: This is as best as I can do, and honestly, I'll just leave it at that. Hope you enjoyed it.
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Despite me joking about Lan Xichen not reading the room re: NMJ and JGY, I actually disagree with the idea that the Sworn Brotherhood was inherently a terrible idea and he should have known it would make things worse. I think it's a classic case where because we as the audience know how it turns out, that outcome seems like an inevitability and the characters end up being called dumb for not predicting it. But I think with the information Lan Xichen had at the time, it wasn't unreasonable for him to think this might work and was at least worth trying.
And I think in a different story, this is the kind of idea that could easily have worked and led to a heartwarming story about redemption and healed relationships. MDZS is just sadly not that story, at least for these characters, but as always fictional characters don't know what story they're living in and can't be expected to predict the future. All they can do is act based on the information available to them, and I would argue Lan Xichen didn't really have enough information to predict how this would turn out:
(1) At this point, the only time Nie Mingjue has tried to kill Jin Guangyao is when he mistakenly thought JGY had actually betrayed them and defected to the Wen side. Once the truth was cleared up, NMJ is still furious but backs down from trying to kill him. (JGY, meanwhile, has made no attempts to kill or even harm NMJ yet, and in fact actually saved his life.)
From Lan Xichen's perspective, he has every reason to think this incident was just an anomaly based on a very extreme situation where NMJ was acting on faulty information. He has no reason to think Nie Mingjue would try to kill Jin Guangyao again, or vice versa, so as far as he knows the worst case scenario for the sworn brotherhood is just... that it won't go great. That maybe they'll never really get along again, but they'll still collaborate politically for the sake of the Sworn Brotherhood, and there will be no real harm done that they tried. There isn't really a way he could have predicted things would escalate to them trying to kill each other.
(2) Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao used to not just tolerate each other but get along/work together EXCEPTIONALLY well, and Lan Xichen saw them during that time. He also knows they're both pretty closed-off people who canonically don't have a lot of friends and are hurt by the way things fell apart. It makes total sense for him to think they might be able to get back to how things used to be if they just got a chance to clear up misunderstandings and be reminded of the things they used to like about each other. And it makes sense that as someone who cares about them both he would want that for them.
(3) Lan Xichen sees both Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao as fundamentally good people. We can argue that he's mistaken in one or both of those evaluations, but based on what he knows, and indeed what they're respectively actually guilty of at that time, I don't think it's unreasonable for him to think so.
Most of JGY's worst actions are still in the future at this point. His only real crime (other than the things he did undercover, which LXC doesn't condemn) is killing the captain, which is an ambiguous enough situation that it makes sense for Lan Xichen to not consider it conclusive. Especially when weighed against what for LXC is far more substantial proof of JGY's goodness, like JGY having saved his own life when he was on the run, his time loyally and effectively serving NMJ, his incredibly brave and critical contributions to the war effort, etc.
Likewise, Nie Mingjue has yet to start acting as violent and unhinged as he later will on account of the saber spirit. While he's gotten angry, it was typically in rational ways that are largely proportional to the situation. He isn't doing anything comparable to the way he later flies off the handle at both Jin Guangyao and Nie Huaisang in largely irrational ways.
(We could argue that LXC should have known that he'd eventually end up there because of how saber cultivation works, but considering even Nie Huaisang apparently didn't know about it, I don't know that a member of another clan would have that kind of in-depth knowledge of the effects of Nie saber-wielding. LXC presumably knows the basic idea, but that doesn't necessarily mean he knows the specifics or how bad it can get.)
Therefore, from LXC's perspective these are two fundamentally kind, good people who all other things being equal should be able to work things out. And on the whole, he has far more evidence backing that up than contradicting it at this point in time.
#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#three zun#lan xichen#nie mingjue#jin guangyao#analysis#character analysis
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Re: Theft
You ever watch a crime drama where a detective is going around trying to talk to witnesses and everyone's too scared to say anything?
Okay, imagine basically a year of that.
Last April is when I noticed first that he'd basically yoinked some tags I left on another person's post to make his own post. Then I saw him do something like that to someone else that I didn't know and couldn't talk to.
Then I saw someone post about their fic idea they were working on, people reblogged all excited, including me. Then about an hour or so later PCCP began his own fic with the same idea.
The general post yoinking kept on for a while, and then I assume people know at this point that the fic thing happened to [a writer] I talked to [a writer] privately about it and encouraged blocking. They worked it out privately and I was asked to not pursue. Out of respect, I did not, but I kept paying attention, and I especially was not fond of the guilt tripping way PCCP talked about this.
This was roughly around the time bizarrelittlemew noticed he'd basically rewritten a post from someone else and reblogged the original so they were doing the rounds at the same time. A screenshot of that "coincidence" made the rounds as a funny post? Which was baffling to me.
I talked to at least two other authors who also didn't want to do any kind of confrontation. Add to that a couple other people who'd noticed he was taking post ideas. Still, no one wanted to go anywhere with it. Meanwhile, random fics happened that sounded similar to others --spaceship plots, BDSM clubs, etc. You can probably find these.
Last summer, I posted my first major fic for this fandom, on an account I actually had not intended to link to this art account. (I sort of wanted the writing to stand on its own, and also, I usually post fluffy things for art while writing can get messier.) That made me a no name, and the fic wasn't immediately noticed, but shortly after, I got a kudos from PCCP. And knowing what he had done to other people, I decided to own the fic on this relatively large account so that if he did anything he'd know it was me. And he did. The next day after kudosing the fic, he took a joke from it about Stede falling through the roof to make his own short tumblr fic. A little after that he messaged me to say he really loved my fic and was working on leaving a comment. That never happened, and I was unwilling to talk to him further privately because I have had experience with manipulators that will threaten you with their mental health. If I were going to confront him, I'd prefer witnesses.
This messed me up pretty bad, btw; I was previously in a fandom where someone just search and replaced my entire fic to be about a different ship. That was September.
In October, I was posting my own personal rewatch of S2, and I made a joke about a misheard lyric in part of my large post. A few hours later, PCCP made the same joke its own post. I lost my temper and tried again to talk to people. No one was particularly willing, and I didn't think at that point that any of the examples I personally had the right to share with people, since I'd been asked to drop it by others, would convince anyone.
So, I blocked him outright. The only reason I hadn't before then was because I was still trying to keep track of when he did this shit to people, and like motherfucking clockwork I get a message alerting me that he was posting a Woe Is Me spiel about getting blocked. Also, he was apparently soliciting donations in exchange for fic. Which is, you know, bad.
You'll notice I'm still being vague about examples, because I was asked to leave people out of it. Repeatedly. So I am. If you want more, you'll have to hope other writers come forward.
And basically none of this matters compared to racefaking and tumorfaking, but maybe it gives you a picture of someone with no fucking respect for other people who is willing to manipulate them to avoid consequences.
#If I'm misremembering any part of the timeline#sorry#i scrapped trying to take notes because it seemed pointless#and yes not just because of him this had a weird cooling effect on my interest in engaging with the fandom#i cared more than other people seemed to so i figured i was the problem#anyway i didn't expect racefaking#but i did know he would try to garner sympathy and possibly money if he ever got called out#wouldn't have expected a fake brain tumor tho#fuck this guy
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Is this real?
Arcane Alternate Ending Fanfiction
Contains Jinx x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of death, blood, angst

Jinx can still remember the moment that made her heart shatter and the little glimpse of happiness in her fade away forever. You were about to help Vander with Victors help but the Noxians had to destroy your hope of a family reunion. The moment Isha grabbed Jinxâs gun, rushing towards Vander and aiming to shoot, you running after the girl, knowing she meant so much to Jinx but then there was the explosion and Vi dragged her sister Jinx away from the explosion, wanting to save her.
The explosion was the last thing she remembered before everything went down. Jinx had lost the two people she truly loved and who gave her happiness for once. Now it was all gone and she couldnât help but blame herself for this. She should have saved you and not letting Vi drag her away but all she could do in that moment was scream your name and scream for Isha. There was no point for her to keep going. Jinx gave up, letting the Enforcers put her into jail for everything she did in the past, paying for all her crimes. Being alone in that cold cell without shoes, without her belt weapons, it made her feeling lost. The silence was very loud, Jinx started hearing voices again, getting back to her old behavior since the two persons who silenced them are gone now.
She fumbled with her braids until she undid them fully, her long blue hair spread across the floor, fingers bloody by the non stop pinching on the skin around her nails. As if that wasnât enough, Jinx even starved herself. The food wasnât even disgusting at all, it was good compared to what you would get down in Zaun but Jinx had to will to live at this point anymore, spending the time sitting curled up in the corner, hurting herself and crying a lot until there were no tears left to cry anymore.
âŠ
âCome on you can do this!â You said as you carried the little figure in your arms, Ishaâs and your own clothes being smeared with blood as you rushed home. You didnât know what happened to the others, you only knew they werenât here. Jinx wasnât here. This didnât matter right now, you had to focus on taking care of the girls wounds first and then think about finding Jinx.
Isha had a wound on her head and stomach but she wasnât the only one being hurt. Since you tried to get the gun away from the little girls hands, the explosion damaged your hand. All that was left on your left hand now was only your thumb and ring finger, all the other three fingers got damaged too much, your small finger got blown off completely whily your index and middle finger got halfway blown off. These conditions you were in made it hard for you to take care of Ishaâs wounds since you needed two hands. âFuck!âŠâ You grumbled under your breath, ignoring your own pain as you focused on cleaning Ishaâs wounds with your right hand.
âMay I help you?â A familiar voice echoed through Jinxâs hideout, it wasnât your lover but someone you knew you could trust.
âSevika!â You shouted, tears in your eyes as you saw the older woman getting close to you. It was really her.
âDamn kiddo I know the feeling of losing limbs caused by explosions.â She continued as she looked down on your left hand, making a hurtful expression, scrunching up her nose, knowing the pain.
âIt donât matter. Please take care of Isha first. I can use my right hand to stop the bleeding until you can help me wrap it up okay?â You mentioned and Sevika just nodded, taking care of Ishaâs wounds. âYoure lucky. Her wounds arenât that deep but I guess she fainted from the shock which is understandable for a little girl.â Sevika mumbled under her breath, soon finished cleaning the little wounds and wrapping them up before putting a blanket over her little body, then she focused on your wound.
You hissed every time the cloth with alcohol hit your wound, the stinging pain making you want to scream but you kept yourself back from that. It took Sevika a little time to wrap the bandages tight enough your hand so the blood will stop running, it hurt you but you knew itâs only for your own good. âDamn you really saved a life. I am proud of you.â Your eyes widen at hearing Sevika saying this. You expected anything but that. âThank youâŠI just couldnât let this happenâŠbut I need to find Jinx.â You said and Sevika gave you a understanding nod. âPlease take a rest. If not for yourself do it for Isha because she needs the rest. Then you can find Jinx.â
You werenât satisfied with that, knowing Jinx was very unstable and might do something, you canât let her think you are dead. âNo Sevika I am losing time. Please stay here with Isha I beg you. Take care of her until I come back and I promise I will take Jinx with me.â You insisted and Sevika just nodded in response with her arms crossed. âFine but take care of you kiddo.â
âŠ
Jinx heard footsteps getting closer, thinking it was just one of her hallucinations or a guard. She didnât even care to look, keeping her head buried into her arms that rested on her knees. The only thing causing her head to snap up was your voice.
You felt your eyes water at the sight of Jinx being in there, all alone on the cold floor. It broke your heart. âJinxâŠ?â You carefully said, her head snapping up to look at you, eyes wide, her dark makeup all messy under her eyes. She looked like she cried for days and you know she didnât just look like it, she did cry for days.
âStopâŠn-no. No you are not real.â Jinx panicked, she already had a hallucination of Silco before and now you? No way she couldnât take it. âGo away! I beg you get out of my head. I canât do this anymore!â She held her head, hands grabbing a fist full of her own hair as she shook her head, body shaking in fear.
âHeyâŠit is me. I am real. I know you think I died but I am alive, I am not dead.â You tried to explain but Jinx clearly shut down. It was impossible to get through her like that so you used the keys Vi gave you and opened the door to her cell. Stepping inside, you saw Jinx looking up with fear at you which made your heart ache but you already knew her in that state so you did what you always do, being calm as you crouched down in front of her. âI will give you time. Just calm downâŠâ You said with a low, calm voice.
Jinx muttered something to herself, not really audible for you but you didnât mind, staying there until she noticed you werenât going to leave, making her slowly look into your eyes and then look down at your damaged hand. âYouâŠare hurtâŠâ She mumbled and you gave her a little sad smile, nodding. âYeahâŠthe explosion caused it. I am sorry you thought we are dead. I wished I could find you earlier butâŠI needed to take care of Isha.â You told her and when you mentioned Isha, Jinxâs eyes widened. âIsha! Is sheâŠ?â You interrupted Jinx with a smile. âIsha is alive.â With that, Jinx cried but this time out of happiness as she leaned forward to hug you so tight, her fingers clutching onto you as if she was scared you would slip out of her hands. âGod! I was so scaredâŠâ
You hugged her back, keeping your love as close as possible. âItâs okay JinxâŠitâs all okay. Isha is with Sevika she is taking care of her while I went to search for you.â You reassured her, happy tears running down your cheeks as well.
You kept staying in each otherâs arms for a while before she pulled back, cupping your cheeks to admire you. âIt is really you. You are real. You are not just in my mind right?â Jinx was still not fully believing this. You out your hands on hers, keeping on smiling at her. âOf course itâs me. The real me.â You said once again and there it was again, the happy spark in her eyes before she crushed her lips against yours, kissing you so deeply. You immediately kissed back and both of you shared a loving, deep kiss, never wanting to part again.
âŠ
It wasnât over yet. Jinx and you spend a lot of time preparing for the last fight after you got her out of jail. She was ready to use her knowledge for building things for good. After Jinx made sure to see Isha again, she got even more motivated. Her happiness came back again after the emotional reunion, having Isha back into her arms again, seeing she was doing well except the little scratches on her body. Thanks to you, she survived and all three of you were together now and Jinx swore to herself she wonât ever let anything part you.
Jinx made you mechanic fingers just like she had which was, like she said âsomething she can fixâ. And you loved them. You adored how much she wanted to help you and do good things, not only building weapons to kill.
âNow itâs time to kick some Noxian asses donât you think babe?â You heard Jinxâs voice, turning from painting the last things on the balloon which will help this whole old fan to fly. When you looked at Jinx, your eyes widen. She literally cut her hair short, only her long bangs being left of her old hairstyle, you immediately noticed the little pink colour in them, referring to Vi. âWow someone really want to change things up huh?â You chuckle, loving to see your girlfriend like that, she looked perfect to you no matter which hairstyle.
âYep! But we need to make some more changes.â Jinx said with her usual cheery voice before she ripped your shirt, making a crop top out if it. âWha-âŠâ You started to complain but she cut you off with a little kiss on your lips. âNo talking toots! We need to focus.â She said before taking off her own shirt, replacing it with her belt to cover her nipples and part of her breasts, leaving you speechless.
âNo way you gonna look this sexy in front of Isha.â You managed to say but the blush on your face told her you really liked the view and wanted to eat her and kiss all over her body but there was no time for it.
âAh fine.â Jinx was easy to convince which was a surprise but you didnât mind. Instead you wrapped a bandage around her chest before spraying a pink âxâ on it, smiling satisfied at your work. âThere better.â You mentioned and with that you brought her to another idea. You both ended up chuckling as you painted on each otherâs bodies and clothes, leaving kisses every now and then. It was a beautiful intimate moment you shared, something that meaned even more than sex. It was just beautiful.
When both of you were finished with your little doodles on each other and making matching hoods for each other that looked like a shark which was her favorite, you finally were done to help the others getting rid of the Noxians which caused enough trouble between Piltover and Zaun like you already had.
âAre you ready my love?â You asked and Jinx smiled with a nod before pecking your cheek. âYes I am and I wonât let you out of my sight, we either win or die together.â Jinx said but you shook your head. âWe will live together. Both of us will stay alive I promise that.â You stated, squeezing your lovers hand gently.
You were so ready for this.
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A Taste of Sugar (Part 1 of 2)

Alastor x reader (Hazbin Hotel)
Part 1 rated M, Part 2 rated E 18+ for adult content
TW part 1: Light jealousy, trauma related to past food insecurity, trauma recovery.
TW Part 2: Explicate smut, see part 2 for details.
Almost 4k words for part one. Ps- Fuck you Nonny, this is what you get for trying to tell me what I'll write
~<3 Love, Kit.
As you work through the trauma of your life and starving to death, you dismantle your stash of snacks for what you hope will be the final time. Snack cakes, cookies and crackers are given to everyone around you, except one resident in the hotel whom you knew wouldn't enjoy or consume the treats. Then, as the flow of treats tricked to a stop, stash dismantled, small brown boxes containing treats began to appear at your door. Simple, delicious and seemingly homemade treats without so much as a note.
He watched and he waited, each week for your offer. Each week, no offer came and again he left his gift at your door. Why would you not think of him? Why would you not see him? What did he have to do for you to consider him?
~~~~~<3~~~~~<3~~~~~~<3~~~~~<3
A Taste of Sugar
You found yourself in Hell after a rather uneventful death that made of for its lack of excitement with lasting trauma. Now, sitting in a circle in a hotel that functioned more like a rehabilitation center and refuge than actual hotel, you were expected to recount it to the fellow residents that had become more like friends.Â
It was Charlieâs latest grand idea of how to build trust and bonds between the group and process negative feelings that could hold each of you back from redemption. You didnât think that was how redemption worked but whatever, it wasnât your reputation on the line and it got you a safe room to sleep in and three meals a day.Â
The others had grand stories of murders, crimes and addictions that all landed them in the grave, one way or another, often taking others with them. They had spoken of dark indulgences.Â
Now they teased you, your crimes amounting to nothing compared to theirs. Damned for the simple crime of being born poor and attempting, rather unsuccessfully, to survive.Â
You had died fairly young, having lived most of your life on the streets only to starve to death, alone, cold and in the dark. The shelters were full and the food banks near useless without somewhere to cook the food. Stealing food could only get you so far when you had little to choose from. You died dreaming of a warm meal, cooked at home. You died begging to world for a simple snack cake to quiet the pain in your stomach. You died alone, cold and hungry.Â
The divine didnât seem to care that you only stole what you thought you needed to survive. Really, not even that considering you starved to death. Maybe you didnât pray enough. Maybe you didnât go to the right church. Maybe you didnât give away what little food you had often enough.Â
Explaining that felt like shining a spotlight on every way you failed. You failed in life and you failed in death. Not good enough to get into heaven and yet you were also not bad enough to have a respected place in hell. Weak, unless and fueled by fear of once again going without.Â
âSo, thatâs why youâve always got snacks?â Angel pointed out, making you blush hard in shame. The trauma of your life hand a lasting grip around your actions even in death.Â
âIâm trying to be better about it,â You felt shame in how you tended to hoard snacks in your room, rarely actually doing more than a little nibbling at them. Charlie did a great job of ensuring all residents had access to three meals a day, though someone was almost always missing from one meal or another. âI know I donât have to worry about starving here, itâs just hard.âÂ
In the shadows of the hall, red eyes watched the group. A smile stretched in the distance as they discussed how the traumas of life leaked into the afterlife and the ways you could move past your traumas.Â
He couldnât say why he was drawn to you. You were little more than a lost doe and yet you plagued his mind. He wanted to cast you out so youâll leave his thoughts as much as he wanted to keep you as a little pet for his own amusements. There was time enough to figure out what to do about the conflicting urges. For now, he can simply watch from a distance, from the shadows.
Rosie had told him that in her expert opinion he was âcatching feelingsâ when he had lamented his inability to settle on a course of action. That aggravated him more than anything else, well almost. The utter glee at the concept was more annoying by just a touch.Â
He was above romantic sentiments just as he was above the carnal desires of the flesh. Rosie was mistaken, Alastor decided as he also made the decision that he would do nothing about you. There was no reason to let you plague him any longer. Simply look away, move on with his days and it would pass.Â
Without the desire to do anything about this strange draw to you, Alastor settled on watching you from across the room. He watched as you ate, as you threw out the occasional small package of snacks.Turns out, he wasnât very good at looking away from you.Â
It didnât escape him how you would frown, discussing your decision with Angel. You had decided you would no longer hoard snacks and oh, how proud of you the group was.Â
You were growing. Healing. Blooming.Â
If youâd talk to him, heâd tell you that very thing. Yes, he decided as you gave away snacks that he would tell you just how proud he was of you when you presented him with a part of your stash.Â
He watched and he waited as you gave out cakes, crackers and cookies to everyone else.Â
But never to him. No, it was always Angel and the other residents you shared your spoils with. Not once had you sought him out to offer him a cracker, cake or cookie. Not that he indulged in processed snacks or sweets on anything but the rarest occasion but that didnât stop his shadow from bristling in annoyance behind him.Â
He wanted to be offered. To be recognized. To be thought of. To be noticed.Â
But he didnât have feelings for you, he told himself. And thatâs what he kept telling himself as the purging of your stash came to an end, drawer empty and flow of snacks becoming a trickle, an occasional treat purchased with the intention of sharing.
Oh, how youâd healed.Â
~~~~~<3
The first time it happened, you nearly stepped on it. Someone had left a simple plain cardboard box in front of your room door without so much as a note attached to it. Inside were two equally simple cookies. Nothing large, nothing fancy.Â
Setting them on your desk, you debated eating them or not. They looked good but when you had asked around, no one knew where they had come from.Â
âGuess youâve got a secret admirer,â Angel had teased you. âIf the cookies are good, you should date them.âÂ
You didnât know how youâd pull that off without knowing who left them though. Surely they were safe to eat, itâs not like random people came and left the hotel.
Whatâs the worst that could happen, if they were drugged? You were safe in your room. If they made you sick you had a private bathroom. You were already dead so whatâs the harm?
The cookies were good, it turned out. You had nibbled on them over a few days, spreading out the treat. It seemed as soon as they were gone though, a new box appeared at the door. This time with a handful of crackers, some sliced cheese, fruit and sliced cured meat.
This continued for months, treats that were simple, modest and only enough to last for a few days. No matter how quickly or slowly you had consumed the gift, the night you discarded the empty box always brought a new box in the morning.Â
~~~~~<3Â
You leaned against the counter watching Alastor work. It was late and though you were not hungry, you often found yourself in the kitchen. Just being able to go down and look at the food you had access to had been helping you resist the urge to hoard food in your room when ever you felt that anxiety claw at you.Â
It helped too, that you had been able to look forward to the small snack boxes that showed up.Â
âSomething on your mind, Dear?â Alastor didnât look to you as he spoke, instead keeping his eyes on ingredients he was measuring out.Â
You hadnât expected to find him in the kitchen. It was late and those who didnât leave to party were asleep. Husk was even passed out at the bar.Â
âNot really,â You said after a moment.Â
âThe food is all here,â Alastor said with a hum, âIf thatâs what youâre here to check.âÂ
âOh, No! I-â
âWeâve all got our quirks.â Alastor cut you off, pouring water into a bowl and adding yeast.Â
âWhat are you making?â You asked rather than face admitting that he was right about what you were there to do.
âBeignets,â Alastor said, mildly annoyed.
âThose are like donuts, right?â You asked, hoping that you had imagined the sound.Â
âIndeed, theyâre similar.â Alastor kept his words curt.Â
âFor breakfast tomorrow?âÂ
âAt this hour, itâs today.â Alastor swallowed his annoyance at the endless questions and lied, âYes, for breakfast.â
âIâll go, sorry for bothering you.â You stepped backward as you took the hint, smile falling from your face.Â
âNo,â He answered too fast, bitter sigh huffing through his always present smile, âIâll need someone to try the test one.âÂ
âOh.âÂ
You sat, watching Alastor work. He mixed flour into the liquid. This was a way you had never seen Alastor before. It crossed your mind that he probably didnât let many see him with his coat and gloves off, smile turned soft and flour dusting his dark hands.Â
But he was letting you.Â
His coat was draped over the back of the chair you sat in, brushing against your skin as you shifted positions. His gloves were folded neatly and discarded on the table. He worked with his sleeves rolled up and a tune filling the air as he alternated between humming and softly singing to himself.Â
It was beautiful. You were engrossed watching him work. The sound of his voice seemed to wrap around you, caressing you with warmth.Â
Youâd never spent much time with Alastor. You knew he was a deer, like yourself but until now, youâd thought his only deer trait had been the antlers and ears atop his head. It hadnât occurred to you that he would have a little fluffy tail to match your own.Â
It should have, you had fluffy ears to match his though with your longer hair, it was more obvious that they were indeed ears. You watched as his red and black tail moved with him as he put the dough in the icebox to chill.
âWhat now?â You asked, leaning back from him.Â
âWe wait, my little doe,â Alastor sat front of you across the table, leaning into your space across the small table.
âFor how long?â You ask, not sure what to make of spending so much time with him.Â
âA while,â Alastor said, âBut I assure you the wait is well worth it.âÂ
âBut you donât like sweets.â
âYou know what I like?â Alastorâs dark hand, stained by blood that could never be washed away dramatically rose to rest over his heart with a flourish as he leaned forward even more. âIâm ever so flattered.âÂ
You stuttered, not sure how to backtrack. Alastor laughed at your flustered stuttering before taking pity on you, pointing a long claw tipped finger so close to you that you swore he was going to stab you with his nail.Â
âYou, my dear, do enjoy sweets however.â
You didnât know what to say to that, face warm. He knew that you cared for sweets. You were tired but seeing this relaxed side of him was thrilling. That chased away most of the fatigue, driving you to stay and find someway to push the conversation along.Â
âI didnât know you liked to cook,â You struggled to decide how to fill the silence.
âIâve always found it rather enjoyable.â Alastor cocked his head to the side as he watched you. âMy mother taught me.âÂ
âThat must have been nice.â You werenât sure what to say, having never really gotten to experience the love of a mother yourself.Â
âIt was.â Alastor watched as you leaned forward, resting your head on your arms. There was something about you that he couldnât put down. âDid your mother not teach you to cook?âÂ
Your ears sagged atop your head at the question, earning a raised eyebrow from the man across from you. âShe didnât teach me much of anything. I was on my own since I was fourteen.âÂ
âOh, Dear,â Alastor said as if he didnât know that already, âHow dreadful.âÂ
âI never really had enough food for learning to cook to be a thing.â You shrugged your shoulders, not lifting your head as you stretched out your arm to use it as a pillow. You shifted, allowing you to face him even as you used the side of the table to lounge on.Â
âBut you do now.â Alastor pointed out as he sat with you in a kitchen full of food.
âFull of Charlieâs and the hotelâs food.â You said, âI couldnât risk wasting it. Itâs enough that everyone shares with me what they make and,â You shake your head awkwardly against your arm, cutting off the thought.
âAnd?â Alastor pressed.Â
âSomeoneâs been leaving little boxes of treats at my door. I wish I knew who it was.âÂ
âWhy?â Alastor leaned back now, putting distance between the two of you, âDoes the origin of a gift matter?âÂ
âI-â Your eyes teared up as your voice strangled in your throat. You sat up, not sure why you were being so open with him.Â
âYou~?â Alastor asked in a sing song tone as a tear slipped from your eye and ran down. His eyes followed it as it cut a path down your cheek. It was maddening to him, what you made him feel. How watching that tear captured his attention, yet he raged at the fact that it was born from pain in your heart.
âIâve never had anyone give me treats like that.â You said, wiping the tear away much to his disappointment.Â
âNever? Surely a suiter gifted you treats while courting for your attention.â Oh, why did saying that raise bile in his throat?Â
âIâve never-â You laugh, not sure why the idea of discussing this with Alastor made you feel uneasy. âThere was never any suiters. No boys. No one.âÂ
âI struggle to believe that.â Alastor laughed as he stood from his chair, âCome my dear, wash your hands and join me.âÂ
You didnât know what he wanted but Alastor was a man to be obeyed. While you were both deer, he had far more power than you could ever dream to possess. If he wanted to demand your help, you had little choice but to comply.Â
Sure, the hotel offered a sense of safety but if Alastor wanted to squash you like a bug, shared demonic traits or not, there was nothing that could stop him. Well, Charlie would but she was asleep.Â
Alastor had the counter floured and a small portion of dough out as you joined him, drying your hands. âWhereâs the rest?âÂ
âThatâll be fried up in the morning, if it passes our test.â
He pulled you in front of the counter before stepping close behind you. It was hard to ignore the overwhelming presence of him looming over your shoulder as he reached around to grab the rolling pin only to pass it to you.
âRoll it out until I say,â He directed as he covered the pin in flour only to place it in your hands.Â
As you worked, his hands rested on either side of you against the counter, boxing you in from behind while not touching you at all. It was hard for you to ignore how close he was.Â
It was like the man was taking over your mind, something you hadnât expected considering you hadnât given him much thought in the months before. The smell of his cologne seemed to surround, making your head light. You werenât sure why you were reacting to him like this but it left your nerves buzzing.Â
Now all you could think of was the way his breath caressed over your ears, the way his hands looked without the gloves, dusted with flour, the sound of his voice as he hummed and the smell of his cologne.Â
âThere.â Alastor said, taking the pin from you and replacing it with a dough cutter. âSquares, about the size of your fist.âÂ
Cool air swept around you as Alastor moved away, checking the pot of oil heating on the stove. Youâd only just begun to relax under his looming presence and now he was gone and damnit, you missed it.Â
There was just enough dough to form two squares with some left over. Alastor scooped them up before dropping them in the oil. You stood next to him, watching as the oil came to life around the dough.Â
âHow long do we cook them?â You asked over the sound of the violently bubbling oil.
âNot long.â Alastor said from too close behind you once again as inky black shadow imps swept up the flour and crumbs, wiping down the counters.
On the counter, he set a plate with a rack over it and next to that was a sifter atop a container of powdered sugar. You were boxed in by Alastor as he rested his hands on either side of the fryer, looking over your shoulder as he once again boxed you in.Â
âNow.â He said softly, âScoop them out and put them on the rack.âÂ
You were timid, scared of being burned as you fished for the squares with the spoon made of wire.Â
âHurry, hurry!â Alastor cried, voice carrying a musical note as he only made your nerves worse, âYou donât want them to burn!âÂ
Finally, you got them out. Oil dripped off the puffed up pastries as they quickly drained the excess oil off. Alastor grabbed the sifter only to put it in your hands. He moved you as if you were a puppet, placing the sifter in your hands over the rack, steam wafting up to caress your hand. You stood still as he poured a few spoonfuls of powdered sugar into the basket.Â
âWell, what are you waiting for?â He teased. âYou can manage to turn the handle, canât you?âÂ
âYeah,â You stammered over the word, mind buzzing with the anxiety of having Alastor, the powerful, blood thirsty Radio Demon spending so much time in your immediate space. Your hands shook as you turned the small metal handle, causing the wire bar inside the sifter to spin, agitating the powdered sugar and helping it fall in a smooth, clump free shower over a square.Â
Alastor used his hand on your forearm to move the sifter over the other pastry when he had decided there was enough dusting on the first. You didnât know if there was any science to how much sugar each got or if he was simply measuring with his long dead heart.Â
Once both were covered enough for his taste, he plucked the sifter from your fingers and set it aside.Â
âWhat now?â You asked, unsure still of what was going on.Â
âNow you try one.â Alastor said, plucking a square up. When you went to grab the other, he roughly shoved the rack out of your reach.Â
âWhat? Why did you do that?!â Your brow furrowed as you looked at the rack, now well out of reach before looking back at the man standing too close to you. âHow can I try it if you wonât let me grab it?â
âOpen.â Alastor commanded as he ripped the corner off the beignet in his hand.Â
âWha-â Your question was cut off by the soft, warm, sweet taste that invaded your mouth somewhat forcefully.Â
It was delicious.Â
âWell?â Alastor asked as you swallowed the bite.Â
You hadnât noticed Alastor rip off another chunk of beignet but found it pushed between your lips the moment you attempted to praise the taste. This time, instead of retreating, his thumb rested against your lower lip as you took in the bite.Â
His nails were long and pointed claws, not the thick claws that encased the fingertips of his gloves, but still dangerous. The sharp point of his thumbnail poked between your lips as he watched you chew for a few moments.Â
You were spellbound by the way he looked down at you. What exactly was happening, you had no fucking clue but the air between you and Alastor was thick with something you couldnât begin to understand.Â
His touch left your lip to rip another chunk off the beignet slowly as you watched him. His dark bloodstained hands were covered in the white powdered sugar and flour, softening their appearance.
âItâs good,â You whispered as he slowly brought another bite to your lips.Â
This time he offered it, waiting for you to open your mouth and take what he was offering on your own, knowing full well who was offering it. Somehow, it felt like something far more than a midnight snack was being offered to you but what?
âItâs been you,â You said, not asked as Alastor presented another bite that you took willingly as soon as you spoke.Â
His thumb again lingered on your lips, sugar damp with oil and sticky on his skin smearing.Â
âYes,â Alastor said after a pause to toss the remaining portion of the beignet on the counter and wiping the hand that had been holding it on a hand towel on the counter, cleaning it of some of the sugar. Yet his other hand didnât leave you. His thumb remained on your lower lip, feeling every twitch and breath.Â
âWhy?â You whispered, his thumb slipping against your lip and coming dangerously close to falling into your mouth.Â
âYou never offered me anything of your stash,â Alastor spoke softly.
âYou donât like sweets,â You hadnât wanted to waste his time when you had made the decision to dismantle your stash. It had been a emotionally difficult choice, one that you had made before and never stuck to for long until now. âOr junk food.â
âYou ignored me.â Alastorâs thumb slipped, running along her lower lip but never leaving it. âI thought if you had better optionsâŠâ
âIâd share them with you?â Your voice was coming out so soft now, Alastorâs tall ears cocked forward to better pick up your words.Â
âBut you didnât.âÂ
âI didnât share them with anyone.â You whispered. âI didnât want to share them with anyone.â
âWhy?âÂ
âI wanted to keep them all to myself. They were too good to share. I-âÂ
Alastorâs thumb slipped into your mouth, cutting off whatever you had been about to say. Sticky sweetness exploded across your tongue as his thumb caressed it. You could feel the point of his nail against your tongue, a hint of danger coated in sweet sugar.Â
Your mind was numb as you caressed the pad of his thumb, rolling the tip of your tongue under his nail softly. You were not sure what he wanted from you. The idea of overstepping Alastorâs unspoken boundaries was terrifying. This was uncharted waters. A side of Alastor you had never seen or even dared to dream of seeing.Â
Alastor watched you as you stood near frozen. âUnder some circumstances, I enjoy a sweet.âÂ
~~~~~<3
See part 2 for the smut.
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When the end comes
You loved him with all your heart, held onto the person you knew will never be yours; but, the only regret you had was, you weren't able to tell him about those feelings.
Pairing: best friends brother JK x reader
Genre: ANGSTY, unrequited love
W/c: mid length?
warnings: depressing thoughts and implied suicidal thoughts, character dea*h, workplace harrasment, illness, family drama and step-parent, one sided love from oc' s side, tattoo artist Jk, age gape
A/N- This story is incomplete and I don't intend to continue it, but I'm still posting it because I wanted to share it with you guys and since many of you expressed your desire to read it :â -â )
It was during the autumn season when he first met you.
Not in a literal sense; but that was the day he thought he finally come to knew you. A side of you, he never thought he would be able to witness.
Just like the sight in front of him right now.
He did not even fathom the idea of seeing you like this. Beautiful eyes which once shined so brightly under the sun; are now closed. Not even a hint of flickering of your eyelashes which you usually do while being extremely nervous.
Now, autumn has returned again; but, despite the comforting warmth of the cozy weather being replaced by the harsh wind blowing away the leaves from the trees, creating the atmosphere unbearably gloomy and dull.
Because the warmth is gone, along with you.
âŠ
15 years agoâŠ
âWhy is he coming, now!? Fuck, I have to meet Sam!â Jia was beyond frustrated after knowing that her brother was coming to picked her up from the school.
Both you and Jia had been friends since your childhood. From being scolded by teachers to helping each other in anything and everything and being the âcrime in partnersâ duo, everyone in your school knew you two were inseparable.
She was always been a free-spirited girl. Generous and helpful, she was kind of a friend who stick by your side in bad times. Other than that, there were many good things about her and one of those were, her brother.
Jeon Jungkook.
The first time when you laid your eyes on him, you couldnât able to remove the image of his glowing face ever since then. He was gorgeous as well as kind. You were smitten by his beauty. He was popular among girls. With a face like that, it was a very common fact, girls often got trapped by his good-looks which wielded them to the world of imagination.
And, you were one of those girls.
You often found yourself daydreaming about him, made silly scenarios in your little head. Your weekly visits to his sisterâs house and getting to watch him closely more than any of those girls could, doesnât help with your increasing amount of fake scenarios growing inside of your mind.
It was a stupid little crush, but you still held onto the possibilities of those cringe worthy romantic stories in your head to manifest it into reality.
Whenever he was around, every time you got a little bit shy but you tried your best to hide it from others.
âSomeone clearly isnât happy to see me.â Your best friendâs brother sing song those words towards his sister, pointing out her scowl which was very much evident on her face upon seeing him. The fact that she was planning on meeting her so-called-date in the name of fake extra classes would be caught red-handed, made her panicked and mad.
âH-hello.â You asked him even though your heart was racing at the speed of 100 mph and your hand was sweating like the Niagara waterfall, you still conjured up some courage to start the conversation.
âMoon? How are you?â He immediately replied with a sweet smile on his face. People often compared his face with the bunny and you can say why. There are some significant similarities.
You got a little bit flustered whenever he used that name. He gave that name to you because you loved the moon. So much so that you escaped from your school with your Jia to watch the night sky.
It was the first time you witnessed the true beauty of the moon. Sitting on the edge of the river near her house, you both admired the shinning moon light spreading on the water as it sparkled.
You both got scolded for your little escaped not just from your parents but your teachers also. From that moment, he gave you the name âmoon.â
He was in his sophomore year of college, got an scholarship to study in abroad. It was winter at that time when he got back in his own country during holidays. Even though the atmosphere was cold, Jungkook radiated warmth wherever he goes. He was always been the one who shined brightly in whatever he did.
Jiaâs endless pleading didnât helped much in convincing her brother, so she didnât had any choice but to went back home. Through out the way to her home, she kept on cussing him.
âYou go on dates too! Even, you have a girlfriend!â That was the first time you experienced your first heart break. It felt like someone had put a knife into your heart.
âSo? Are you the same age as me?â Jungkook reasoned with her but the thing you noticed that, he didnât denied it. Your friend wasnât lying.
The brother-sister duo busy their selves in an argument about âJia should go on a date or notâ where you went silent, had a emotional turmoil within you. It was so random, your little heart werenât prepare for that news.
The thought of your crush loving someone else who was never gonna be you, shattered your heart. That day, you cried your heart out into your pillow at night when no one was around to heard your broken sobs.
âŠ
Thanksgiving came and it was time for celebration. It was the time for eating delicious food, show our gratitude to the universe and spending time with our loved ones.
But, you werenât particularly enjoying.
Every year, the Jeonâs and your family celebrated most of the occasions together, due to your father and Mr. Jeon being friends apart from your friendship with their daughter. But , this year, one more family joined in. You didnât mind if it was just another random someone, but it wasnât someone random.
The food was excellent as always. Mrs. Jeon had always been a great cook. All the food was mouth-watering but still, you found your self concentrating more on the scene unfolding in front of you rather than your food.
Jungkook invited his girlfriend to his house on Thanksgiving. That was the first time you saw the girl, your crush was in love with.
She was beautiful would be an understatement. Long, silky hair which was dyed brown, tall with a sweet personality. Anyone could have said on the first glance at them that, they were made for each other. There were many similarities between them too, like both were studying at the same college, Jungkook being art major and she was in the literature department, both belonged to the same city but never met each other before and the most importantly, both were at the same age.
Where you were four years younger than him, basically same age as his sister.
He probably think of you as his sister. No. Definitely he did.
You were burning with rage when you saw them holding hands. Even though everyone was around them, they didnât seem to care much. It also seemed like Jungkookâs family liked her so much. They were happy that their son have met someone who made him happy. Both their families were happy about their relationship.
When it was evening, everyone was chattering and laughing inside the house but you were on the balcony, standing alone. You couldnât help but cry. It was too much for you. Youâd been crying for days now, but now that youâve seen his girlfriend, there was no denying that it was real. Their relationship was real and you didnât had a chance anymore.
âMoon is watching the moon?â You didnât noticed when Jungkook came here. You abruptly wiped your tears away from your cheeks. He came closer to you and stand beside you, you took a step away, tried harder to hide your face from him.
When he noticed you hadnât answered his question, he continued âI picked the right name for you, didnât I?â he asked again, tried to humor you but you were nowhere near to laugh or even smile at his jokes.
You were standing there silently, not staring at the sky anymore. You lowered your gaze and your head fall downwards, shoulders slumped. He must had sensed that something was wrong with you, thatâs why he asked âHey, are you okayâ,â
Before he can finish his sentence, an ugly sob slipped past your mouth, unable to held it back anymore. This time he didnât held back, he placed his hand on your shoulder and made you look at him. You were insistent on not to face him so he settled with just holding you by your shoulder.
Tears were streaming down your cheeks without any resistance but his hands felt comforting even though he was the one hurting you at that time.
âWhat happened? Does someone hurt you?â you could sense the concern in his voice, his voice was so soft like he was afraid of hurting you. That made you cry even harder.
â____, please tell me what happened?â This time he was rubbing your arms up and down, a gesture of comfort. He patiently stand there until you calmed down and was ready to talk.
When he saw you finally wiping your tears away, he took a loose strand of your hair and tuck it behind your ear. That little affection felt like someone poked a needle into your heart.
âI like someone.â
You whisper to him , tried your hardest to not burst out crying again. You saw his expression turned into confusion, so you continued âBut, He doesnât like me.â
Again, your eyes were filling with tears. The image of them together encrusted into your mind will always hunt your down for sure.
Jungkook seemed to contemplate on how to respond to you. Then, he asked âHow could you know that he doesnât likes you?â
âBecause, he has a girlfriend.â
Jungkook was taken aback by your statement. He looked at you with sympathy in his eyes, like he was sad about the situation you were in.
âI- are you sure? Also, do I know them by any chance?â
You avoided his gaze but nodded to his question. You were afraid that he might know about your secret crush on him. What if, he hates you after knowing that he was the person you likes?
No no, you couldnât let that happen.
âhow old is he?â
âSame age as yours. And, Iâm sure that he has a girlfriend. Iâve seen them together the other day. You- you might know him but I donât knowâŠâ You shifted on your feet, fidgeted under his curious gaze. He was staring at you, you felt that even though you were looking at the other direction.
âMay I know his namâ ,â
âNo.â Before he could ask the question, you dismissed immediately. Thereâs no way in hell you were gonna tell him that.
After seeing your defensive state, he didnât push that question onto you anymore.
âOkay. You know, youâre a beautiful girl, right? Youâll find someone better than him in the future who will love you.â His smile was surreal, he was looking at you like you were the only one existed in the world, Eyes so gentle.
He was such a kind person, always helping who was in need, from offering jacket to a random person at a cold night to rescuing you from getting embarrassed in front of thousands of people on your first day of period. Even if you tried to assume that he was being caring only to you, that youâre special to him, you knew it wasnât true.
You were just a random girl who was happened to be his sisterâs friend.
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to you. Your tears were as stubborn as you were, âIf he is my age then, that means he is older than you â,â the realization hit him.
ââ___, he didnât do anything to you right?â his worrisome expression made you think that why does that matter? His brows were pinched as he searched for your eyes.
âN-no, why are you asking that?â
âYou should be careful from people, especially older guys. Iâm not saying all the older guys are bad, but you havenât see much of the world yet, so it might be difficult for you to identify who is good. You also havenât matured enoughâ,â
âWhat do you mean by that!?â you got offended by the those words. Matureness doesnât comes from age, also why was he acting like a seventy years old grandpa?
He got off guard from the sudden change in your tone. Shifted on his feet, he tried to make you understand his prospective, âI mean, many guys in our college targets younger girls like you to take advantage of, and⊠I donât want that to happen to you.â
âW-why?â you wiped your nose with his handkerchief as you asked.
âWho wants something bad happens to the people they care about?â his smile was so genuine, the way he looked at you back then, made you feel things youâd never felt for anyone else.
That night you realized that, maybe, your silly little crush on him wasnât just a crush. It was more than that. Something that might ruin you in the end but, still you let that thing to engulfed you completely.
That night, you found comfort in the person who was the reason behind your heart break.
âŠ
That year, your father got transferred to a different country, so without a doubt, it was the time when you part your ways with your best friend.
It was painful, parting ways with the friend youâve spend your almost entire life, but whatâs more painful, was not able to see your childhood love ever again.
That was the last time you saw Jungkook on your way to the airport, walking hand in hand with his girlfriend.
You didnât knew back then when someoneâs in love, how they looked like. That radiant smile on his face and the glitter in his eyes when he looked at her shined so brightly made you think that, maybe it was the face of a man in love.
But, the sad thing was, you were not the reason behind that smile on his face.
âŠ
8 years ago
Life wouldnât be anymore shittier.
After you left your country, you tried your hardest to overcome and forget about Jungkook.
You left everything behind and those memories youâd made with some of the closest people there, werenât leaving your mind even for some moments. Every little thing you did back then, reminded you of them, especially Jungkook.
Still, you managed.
You did graduated from a college and got a job. Everything was going fine until you found out that you had pancreatic cancer.
Doctors said that it wasnât in itâs last stage yet but after thousands of medications and appointments for half an year, before that day, they declared that you only had 10 months to live only.
Not even an year.
It was so unfair. You had dreams and goals which you still had to achieve but life had other plans for you.
Your health wasnât well enough to maintain a 9-5 job, but, you still did it because you didnât wanted to be a burden on your family.
You were twenty-four when you realized your life was going to end soon.
âWhat is this!? Are you gonna present this in front of the client?â Your boss shouted at you, that bald-faced nuisance who doesnât even know how to pronounce âfutureâ. Yeah, his future was as clear as his empty bald-head.
Youâve submitted the same project for the third time, because he wasnât âsatisfiedâ with your work, but the truth was, he doesnât even turned the first page of it to check. Clearly, he was just messing around with you or to be honest, harassing you.
The reason behind it â rejection. You rejected his offer of âget a promotion just by spending a night with himâ. He was adamant on sleeping with you. His flirty remarks wasnât very subtle, you knew this pervert would come to this point at sometime.
âMake this again!â he threw the file across the table towards you. It hits you and you cursed under your breath.
âWhat was that?â he asked, his chimpanzee like face contort with anger once again.
He got a pretty punchable face.
âHave you checked my project, sir?â there was mockery in your voice which his one brain cell wasnât able to comprehend.
âWhat nonsense are you talking about?â his brows were pinched together, flared his nose like a fucking dragon.
âI submitted the same project for the third time yet, you didnât noticed that. Is your ego got hurt so much so that after my rejection, youâre doing this pity things to me now?â
His face goes through seven stages of grief, fear flashed through his eyes but, soon turned into rage. He abruptly stood up from his chair, banging his fist on the table, âWhat the hell are you talking about!? Have you forgotten your place? Donât cross the limit, ____. Youâre nothing, a good for nothing! You should know that, Iâm your senior here, talk to me with respect! Or â,â
âOr what? Are you gonna complain? You know, Iâm also going to complain about somethingâŠâ You said, your tone as calm as ever but eyes hard as a rock.
He knew, what filthy texts he had sent you and obviously, you didnât deleted them even though he had told you to. You thought, he might explode right at that moment out of anger, âAre you threatening me? Huh? What? Are you gonna complain about me now?â
âYes, you asshole.â
âBitchâ,â He was going to hit you with a file but before he could do that, your colleagues interrupted and he stopped midway, pretending like nothing happened.
You stormed out of his office, never minding him calling your name continuously. Everyone in your office looked at you like youâd grown two horns on your head. You didnât gave them any attention and straight up went to the CEOâs office.
He had threatened you countless times about how you were gonna lose your job if you donât work how he wants you to, accordingly.
But, you had nothing to lose anymore.
After you filed a complain and submitted the resignation letter, you left that company. For good.
On the way to your home, you called your parents and told the you left your job. Your step-mom was more furious than your own dad.
Of course, you knew that would happen but what was the benefit of continuing the job when you wonât be alive anymore.
You hang up the call as soon as you heard her shouting from the other side.
You felt lost. What were you doing all these years?
Barely surviving.
You didnât even know how it felt to live life. Not surviving, living.
All you did was, earning money with your fragile health to make it stronger but instead, it worsen even more at the end.
Now, you were on the brink of death.
Is it okay to leave everything behind? You thought. It wasnât like you had much left in your life anyway. Your parents were stressed all the time because of you. Your sister were depressed after knowing about your condition.
Is it too soon to die in this moment? You asked yourself while standing at the edge of the bridge which connected two cities together. Staring at the river below, almost 136 meters high. You kept on staring blankly at the way water flows by, wondering where it might took you if you jump at this instance.
Before, your intrusive thoughts controlled you, your eyes landed on a bird, itâs wing crippled. It kept on chirping and tried to fly, but every time it does, landed on the surface of the barrier.
You slowly shifted closer to it, not wanted to scared it away and held it in your palms gently, âHey, let me bandage you, okay? You will be able to fly again then!â
Fortunately, you had a small box of fast aid kit with you. Being a full-time patient and a regular visitor to the hospital, you got accustomed with the medical kits and medicines.
You swiftly bandaged the wounded wing carefully while rubbing its back.
âDo you have a name?â
The bird wiggled into your hold a little. You realized how dumb that question was, but youâd always liked talking to animals even though they couldnât reply back to you or even understood you. All they did was, stare at your face dumbfoundedly, probably judging the crazy women in front of them.
After you were done, you released it from your hold and you saw the bird flying again.
The happiness you felt at that moment was indescribable. It felt like, you were cured from your deathly disease and your death sentence has been halt for a long period of time.
You felt like, you could live your life, just like that bird.
You feltâŠalive for a moment.
You didnât knew when you started crying, tears ran down on your cheeks, on their own. You saw the bird fly happily. It wasnât fully recovered yet, but still, the determination and courage ignited something inside of you.
At that moment, you regain the courage to live your life.
Not surviving anymore but, living your life to its fullest. At least for once.
âŠ
Convincing your family wasnât easy, especially your step-mother.
You had decided that, you want to spend your last days of your life in your hometown, which meant, you all had to move back to your old country where, once you left everything behind.
âI want to live my life before I die, dad. I want to live and do all those things while Iâm still alive⊠because I donât want regret it on my last days. Please, let me fulfil all those dreams before I left this earth?â
You father rarely saw you crying since youâd grown up. Not that you often cried in front of people, you always preferred crying silently in the dark of your room, hiding from everyone.
It was surprising to him.
But, the most surprising thing was, when you saw tears in his eyes. Your father was someone who believed that, crying was a sign of weakness.
But, he didnât showed that to you, hiding his face from you, he said, âThen go, start packing your bags.â
You didnât believe your own ears, did you heard it right?
You couldnât contained your excitement as you hugged your father from behind and said, âThank you.â
Tears breamed from your eyes after realizing that, finally you were going back to your country.
âŠ
The streets still looked almost the same where you had spent your entire childhood, just not as much calm and warm as it used to be.
So many residents were built there now, it was more hectic and crowded. Thankfully, your old house was on sale at that time. The owner whom your father had sold that house to, wanted to sell it and your father bought it.
The walls of that house held so many memories, many untold truths and evidence of your cruel sleepless nights. The whispers of heart break buried in a corner of your room. All those memories came back to your mind and you found yourself day-dreaming about your old crush again.
âWhere Jungkook might be right now?â
âWhat are you thinking about?â your sister came up behind you, noticing your eyes fixed on the direction of his house.
Your sister had graduated at the same year when you guys moved here. You were more than happy that she decided to start her career here and stayed with you, at least for that reason, you were able to spent your last days with her.
She knew about every single thing happened in your life and Jungkook wasnât exceptional.
âNothingâŠâ
âDonât lie. You were thinking about Jungkook, right?â
Oh god. Hearing that name after so many years, felt surreal. It only intensified the longing you were feeling all those years. Your eyes slightly widened but you dismissed immediately.
âNo, you idiot. Go and do your work.â
âYou donât? Okay then, if you say so⊠but you should probably call Jia, she will be so happy to see you again!â
âIâll call her later but now, my head is aching! Can you please make me some tea?â you pouted at her, gave her those innocent doe eyes. She glared at you in return, with bombastic side eyes, she left the room.
You giggled and heard her cursing back at you. You laughed a little more at that. Your bond with your sister was special. Something very close to your heart. She was the only family you had, according to you.
Your parents got divorced when you were only twelve years old, so figuring out what was going on and adjusting to the situation was difficult for you. Separating from your mother was especially harder, you thought of her as your best friend butâŠ
No oneâs gonna stay with you for forever and you learned it the hard way.
Ever since then, so many things changed in your life. Your father married again in the hope that, you and your sister might be able to experience the motherly love from her, but instead you got more pain and suffering.
She was at your throat for every single second, peace was something you used to crave, if not love. You never felt at home. When you found out about your disease, it was a disaster; but still, all she cared about was money.
How thoughtful!
You decided to take your sisterâs advice and called your best friend. After eight years, you were again in your hometown. It was so nostalgic that you got emotional.
All the furniture were yet to be settled, your bed wasnât ready to be used so you took a seat on your window, staring outside.
As you saw the canvas of the evening sky transforms into a masterpiece of hues, a tapestry of twilight unfolds, painted in soft pastels â a symphony of peach, lavender, and whispers of indigo. That moment felt celestial as your heart filled with an unknown warmth and you found yourself embracing your own body into your arms.
You had called her few times in all those years and she did too; but, with time, the busy schedules and hectic day to day life forced both of you to grew apart. The calls kept on reducing in number and, then it stopped altogether.
The call rang for four times before she picked up. For some moments, you were just staring at each otherâs faces, network wasnât working on your favor so it took time to get a clear picture of her face.
âYouâre still alive?â was the first thing she asked you, very typical âJiaâ like behavior.
âYeah, Iâm still alive. Thank you very much! How are you?â you humored her and you saw her scoffed.
âYou tell me, where were you? Huh? NO calls! NO massages!⊠were you gone underground or something? Oh no, wait! You forgot about me, right?â
She kept on blabbering her nonsense, falsely accusing you, dramatically thrown tantrums at you. You saw her brows pinched together as she glared at you which was supposed to be intimidating.
âWell, Iâm in our hometown.â
ââŠWhat?!â
She couldnât believe your words so you turned the camera around and gave her the view of the street where you guys used to run and play.
You saw her eyes widened and mouth gaped at the view, she scrutinized the area a little bit longer and made sure it was indeed her hometown.
âFuck, bro! why didnât you tell me before?â
âBecause I wanted to surprise you, but well, looks like youâre not here.â
Her face turned into a sad expression from irritation, mirroring your own face.
You knew you wouldâve told her, but you genuinely wanted to gave her a surprise with your arrival, in which failed miserably!
âItâs fine, Iâm coming home in a few days.â That comforted you to some extent, knowing that you would be able to meet your best friend after all those years finally, before you die. It certainly gave you some comfort.
No one knew about your condition except your family, not even your best friend. The reason being, you wanted a normal life.
You didnât wanted those sympathetic looks from others or them doing things for your just because you are gonna die soon.
No, you wanted them to act normal, just like they always did.
You didnât wanted them to felt some urgency or pressure.
You didnât wanted them to feel bad or guilty for you.
No, you wanted them to treat you normally, just like they had been with you ever since they met you.
Just a normal life before you die, where you can enjoy every second of your life and live it with others. Was that too much to ask for?
âCome back soon then,â Your smile held a sense of nostalgia and melancholy in it and for a brief second, you thought you saw tears in her eyes.
âBy the way, have you informed others?â She changed the subject, probably didnât wanted to cry at that moment of happiness.
âYeah, we are going to meet at a club in this evening.â
âThatâs great! Have fun then and also⊠is Jay coming?â she smirked at the camera and arched a brow at you.
Having a crush was different but this guy was on another level. He was head over heels for you. You never understood his obsession or love (what he used to say) for you. He was the same age as Jungkook. It wasnât like he wasnât good looking, on the contrary, he was charming. A guy for any girl would fall for. Topper of his class with that cute face of his, he got the whole package.
But, you never felt anything for him. So the first time he confessed to you, you straight up said ânoâ. Maybe it was a bit rude, not that you were denying but You never grasped the concept of leaving someone in ambiguity without providing a clear response, especially when it involved feelings.
âDo you want me to bonk you in the head? Why would he come to our reunion party? Come onâŠhe isnât even belong to our friend circle!â You said in disbelief and she rolled her eyes a little more.
âDude, he was obsessing over you for such a long time! Iâm sure he might be into you after all these yearâ ,â
âJiaâ, you know how I feel about thisâ,â Yeah, she does. She knew everything, âCan we please drop it?â
She dropped the topic after your pleading. You always got irritated whenever she acted this way, teasing you by someoneâs name who had a crush on you, constantly encouraged you to start dating one of them. You being you, never listened to her.
You both talked about things in general after that and then hang up.
Yeah, it was good. If not telling anyone about your sickness helped you live the way you wanted to, then, itâs okay.
As soon as you hang up the call, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. You breathed in and out as you tried to endure it. Probably because you hadnât took your medications yet. Thatâs why it was happening. Youâd accustomed with all this by that time, so it wasnât any thing new to you.
You were fine.
âŠ
The city you lived in looked different but still, there was a familiarity in it.
Sidewalks hum with activity as people strolled, laughter echoed from cafes, and the distant sounds of traffic created a vibrant urban symphony. The evening air carried a blend of aromas from food vendors, filled your noses trills and made your stomach grumbled.
You met with your school friends at the club 15 minutes away from your house as planned. Coming to a club doesnât made sense to you, because you werenât able to drink alcohol, but.. well⊠you were there because of your⊠friends.
You sat on a stool which were lined the polished counter, where patrons sipped drinks and shared laughter. You watched your friends danced across the crowded dance floor, lost in their own world.
You saw Kai from your friends group, approaching you, came straight at the direction where you were seated. You quickly reverted your eyes to somewhere, acted like you hadnât even noticed him just now, like any other introvert, focusing on your drink in your hand.
âHey, ____! Long time no see.â Yeah, it would be longer if he werenât just interrupted your peaceful time there.
He was grinning ear to ear like he just found some treasure. You adjusted yourself to looked at him, âYeah, Hey! How are you?â
âOh fine, just living the busy life of a busy man. You say, what youâre been up to these days?â oh, nothing special, just waiting to be embraced by death and, oh! Also trying to have a peaceful time which now has been disrupted. You hoped youâd be able to say that on his face but⊠oh, well⊠manners!
âNothing special â,â He pulled a stool beside you and hopped on it, âYou say?â
You watched him settling beside you comfortably. You internally rolled your eyes when you realized he probably wasnât going anywhere soon.
He started talking about his life which you didnât mind any attention to, you were busy finding loopholes to escaped the man in front of you. You eyes darted frantically everywhere around the club to found any of your friends, anyone, but the crowd made it harder to spot any of them.
He offered you a tequila which you politely refused. Then, he continued insisting on buying you a drink, his words laced with determination, the alcohol in his system clearly kicked out at that moment. The background buzz of the bar heightened as he tried to charm you into accepting, created a moment of tension which wasnât a good kind.
Despite your clear signal of disinterest, he remained persistent. It ultimately left you annoyed than ever. The last time, your refusal was harsh, words came out of your mouth was rude but the situation particularly made it harder for you to be calm, âHow many times do I have to tell you that I donât want a drink? It would be great if leave me alone.â
He took that to his heart, it seemed, because the look he gave you was similar to Chihuahua dogs when angry. You never got what this boyâs problem was, even any other boy who tried to pursued you before.
Why boys donât know when to stop and have no shame? Universal question. The whole world wanted to know the answer, included yourself.
âWhy the attitude? Iâm just trying to be friendly! Damn, seems like you donât deserve thatâ,â He scoffed, âyouâve become more hot, not gonna lie; but, that hard-to-get bitchy attitude is still there.â
The audacity he had!
You raised an eyebrow but maintained your composure. âFriendly doesnât usually come with comments like that. Itâs about mutual respect,â You retorted.
He leaned against the counter, undeterred. âCome on, no need to be so serious. Iâm just being honest here. You were always good looking and now, you looks irresistible, but the attitudeâŠâ
You sighed, contemplated on if you walked out of there or slap him across his face, âHonesty is appreciated when itâs respectful. Your comments are crossing the line.â
Unfazed, he chuckled, âI just call it like I see it. No harm meant.â
âWell, itâs causing harm. I value my personal space and expect to be treated with respect,â You stated firmly.
He scoffed again, âYou know, it wouldnât hurt to loosen up a bit. Not every compliment is an attack.â
As his audacity reached new heights with an attempt to grab your arm, frustration surged within you. You were on the verge of snapping back, but just in the nick of time, a familiar voice called your name, halting your impending outburst.
âHey, there you are! Iâve been looking for you.â
You turned your face to your left and saw Jungkook standing there, a n knowing smile on his face which he usually made when he got annoyed or angry.
Relieved and equally surprised to hear his familiar voice, you redirected your attention, grateful for the interruption regardless.
You stared at him with wide eyes, still thinking that if he was real or not. He glanced at the guy who had attempted to grab your arm, his smile faded into a more serious expression. âIs everything okay here?" Jungkook asked, his tone carried a subtle warning.
The guy got tensed, visibly uncomfortable under Jungkookâs scrutiny, stammered, âJust a misunderstanding, man.â
Jungkookâs demeanor remained stern as he replied, âBest not to misunderstand personal boundaries. Sheâs not interested.â
His hand was on your shoulder in a comforting manner. With that, Jungkook subtly positioned himself between you and the guy, creating a clear physical barrier. The unwelcome intruder, perhaps sensed the shift in dynamics, made a hasty exit. His protective side kicked out.âŠ
âŠLike any other big brother might had.
Being the protective big brother he was, Jungkook had a younger sister, so dealing with guys hitting on her became a familiar scenario for him. He had accumulated experience in handling such situations.
Yeah, he still saw you like his little sister.
âJungkookâŠâ Words came out breathy form your mouth like you still hadnât believe him standing there. The feeling you had buried in a corner of your heart years ago resurfaced once again, the bittersweet warmth you used to feel whenever you saw him bloomed inside of your heart.
Jungkookâs gaze held a mix of familiarity and affection, and you found myself lost in the moment, the years melting away.
âHey â,â He said softly as he stand in front of you, âAre you okay?â
When he smiled at you, you realized his smile was still the same, radiated warmth and playfulness. That boyish innocence was still there but with a mix of mature allure that time. That doe-like, expressive eyes that held a certain depth, his gaze was both inviting and enigmatic, in which you found yourself drowned.
There were significant changes in his appearance though, like the tattoos on his arm and those piercings on his eyebrows, ears and even his lips. You stared at him absentmindedly before he spoke, âMoon? I asked if youâre okay?â That name again!
âYeah, right⊠Iâm okay. Thank you, Jungkook.â
He smiled at your response as he said, âI didnât knew you were in the town.â
âYeah, no one does actually. I wanted to surprise Jia, but she is out of the country soâŠâ
âRight, she is.â Then silence settled between you two. Before it could got more awkward, Jungkook said, âSoâŠhow is life going?â as he took the seat on which Kai was settled before.
How were you gonna answer that? Your life⊠you felt like it was never yours. You moved out of the country because of your father, you got a college degree so you could help your family financially, then you diagnosed with a disease which eventually going to kill you so you didnât had much time left.
But, in all of these, what you did for yourselves? When was the time you actually lived your life?
You didnât had an answer to that tbh.
âNothing special. My dad got retired so we thought about coming back to our country.â You answered, swirling the glass of virgin mojito in your hand. âand, what about you?â
âMe?â He asked, his doe eyes staring wide at you, chucking a little, he replied, âCame back to my home after realizing, Iâm not gonna get a job there any time soon, not bad thoughâ,â He glanced over your shoulder as you saw something flickered in his eyes, â âThen thought about starting my own business, now I got my own tattoo shop.â
You saw him frequently glancing over your shoulder, as if someone was behind you whome was trying to see.
âOh! Thatâs awesome!â
He didnât replied and kept staring at a particular direction behind you. When you attempted to look behind, he stopped you by grabbing your arm. âYeah, it is.â
He let out a laugh which clearly indicated his nervousness. âIs everything okay?â you asked.
âYeah, yeah.â
âIs someone behind me?â
âYeah⊠itâs just my ex.â
He said that casually as if he wasnât just trying to desperately snatch a glance at her. You didnât understand, his ex?
You remember his girlfriend. What was her name again?
Nina? Nanny? Ah, no. Yes!
Nancy. She was his girlfriend whom he invited to the thanksgiving party. As far as you knew, they were still dating according to Jia even though she confessed that to you a long time ago.
âUmmâ Jungkook? I need more context to understand what youâre talking about. So, fill me in what Iâm missing out?â You squinted at him dramatically and he laughed a little at your ministration.
That same smile which was enough to make your heart flutter and skip a beat.
âItâs nothing, just thatâŠâ He paused midway and glanced over your head again before continuing, âWe broke things up a few months ago. Decided to go separate ways because we didnât work out eventually?â
There was a question mark at the end, you wondered why was that for. Was he not know why they broke up? Thatâs sounds silly. Maybe, he was confused after they broke things up and thought that he made a mistake there? He might still wanted to be with her?
Before your train of thought escalate even further, He tapped you on your shoulder and brought you back to the reality, âEarth to ___,â You saw him smiling at you, âWhat are you thinking?â
You were wearing off shoulders, so, the naked touch of his fingers upon your skin kindled a transient flame, imprinting an indelible mark of his presence that will linger unwelcomed for the next few days.
âN-nothing, what were you saying again?â shaking the dizziness from witnessing the stars in his eyes, you asked. Itâs normal for a human being like you, feeling dizzy after touched by someone made of stars. Gotta be grounded, you arenât allowed to touch the stars, you reminded yourself.
âI asked, if you want to dance with me. Would you?â He asked as he extended his hand for you. You knew, you shouldnât touch the stars but the shining flow of it made you blinded to the upcoming consequences of your actions.
You should knew well, why he was asking for a dance. His ex was still behind you so the only reason would be to â made her jealous, still you reciprocated.
You warned him about your lack of knowledge in dancing, nonetheless, he pulled you to the dance floor.
Placed your hands on his shoulder and his on your waist, he instructed you to move. As soon as, you two stepped on the dance floor, the song changed to a melodic one from a upbeat song.
Apocalypse by cigarettes after sex started playing in the background and you found yourself staring at the men in front of you for a second before you broke the eye contact.
Even thought you turned you face to the other side you could feel his eyes on you, making your mind go blank.
He pulled you closer, bodies Pressed together as both of you started to move in sync with the music. His breath hit the side of your face, making your breath hitched after knowing the close proximity between you two.
â____,â He called, your name sounded pretty from his lips, âLook at me.â
It sounded like a demand but his tone suggested other wise. Tender and delicate, as his soft lips brushed against your hairline, made you gulped the lump forming in your throat.
You did look him in the eyes. His gaze, held galaxies within, each flicker echoing the poetry of an undiscovered universe, in which you found yourself lost.
âYouâre doing good. Just donât think too much and let your body move according to the rhythm â,â He said, his gaze focused on your face, closer than before. The ambient lighting casted a soft glow, accentuating his delicate features, his words gave you courage, an unfamiliar sense of comfort and his face made you thought that you had someone you could rely on.
In that shared gaze, time momentarily freezes and you found yourself falling for him, again.
âAishâŠI sounded like some know-it-all, I think? donât mind it, please.â There was nervousness in his voice, fleeting glances searched for reassurance to make sure you didnât found that offensive.
You didnât help but realized how thoughtful and considerate a person could be that he was worrying about something so small. It wasnât even sounded offensive to you, it was just a suggestion, guidance to someone who doesnât know the âDâ of dancing.
Like a delicate melody played on uncertain notesâa sincere expression that made his words all the more genuine and endearing and you found that oddly charming.
You couldnât help but smiled at him, âDonât worry, I didnât mind at all, but⊠I might get offended if you donât tell me the truth right now.â You teased, slightly grinding at him.
He pinched his brows in confusion, âWhat are you talking about?â
âAre you. . . Somehow trying to make your ex jealous? Because if you are, I think itâs working.â
His eyes widened a bit, clearly wasnât expecting something like that. He, again, glanced over to the girl who was still standing at the same spot for ten minutes, observing every move you two made.
âIâ Noâ, I mean not exactly,â He looked at you with a hint of guilt in his eyes, giving you an apologetic smile, âWell, not gonna lie. I did tried to make her kinda jealous â but it wasnât the entire reason why I asked you for a dance.â You found a hint of panic in his eyes, again looking like he didnât wanted to offend by any means, which you found enduring. Why does he cared so much? You thought.
You couldnât help but saw this little things in people, especially the people you held close to your heart.
âThen, why did you asked?â
âBecause, I wanted to.â He said casually, as if he didnât just made you skipped your heart beat a little faster. You shifted your gaze to the other side, feeling weird emotions about the person you wouldnât felt. Nonetheless, you chuckled a little bit.
âYou would have told me earlier, then I might have put more effort.â
âSo, you arenât putting effort yet?â He giggled, eyes gleamed under the light.
âNo â I didnât mean that, but, now we have a mission in our hands, so we better win it!â
He made a look of knowing, realized what you were implying. He let out a chuckle, shook his head at you adorably and gripped your hand a bit firmly, pulling you a little bit closer as if there were any gap in between.
Your chest flashed against his, the burning heat of your cheeks might be visible by then, you felt his thumb rubbing slowly at your waist where he was holding you. That small gesture was supposed to be comforting but it only made your cheeks grew a shade brighter.
You thanked the dimly lights of the club.
The evening went by just the two of you holding each other close as you swung your bodies to the unfamiliar melodies. This time, there was no barrier in between you two, like, âhe see me as his sisterâ or âhe has a girlfriend.â
âŠ
Sometimes, It was hard for you to understand Jia.
That one time when she asked if she could borrow your white gown on her birthday. Of course you gave that to her. It was her birthday party in the evening, so you didnât grasp the fact why she wanted to wore something âŠold, when she had a new dress waiting for her in her wardrobe.
But, then switched her dress to that very new black dress in the middle of that party. When you asked her, she refused to gave you an explanation, which baffled you and left you confused.
Even though you didnât liked her odd behavior that night, you let that slipped.
âTaehyung is looking at your direction â,â one of the girls from your class whispered in your ears as she giggled like a typical teen girl next to you.
All of your friends were sitting at the cafeteria, munching on your food. It was a typical boring day at school until your eyes landed on Jungkook. He was in the senior year and also the captain of school soccer team.
When you were busy drooling over him, your friends started making their own theories.
âYeah, Iâve seen him staring at ___ quite often.â Other girl from your same table passed a comment.
Kim Taehyung was in the soccer team as well but a year older than Jungkook, but they were like brothers, the âITâ best friend duo. It was quite usual for you to saw Taehyung whenever Jungkook was around. He was with him almost all the time.
But, you never noticed him staring at you. You thought they were making silly scenarios in their little head in hope of some Juicy gossip until you noticed, Kim Taehyung staring at your direction.
âStop, guys! He is probably looking at somewhere else or looking for someone? Who knows!â You shrugged them off, not wanted to participate in their nonsense.
The men, they were talking about was the âsweetheartâ of your high school, every other girl was smitten by him, so it was a bit difficult for you to accept that he might had a crush on you.
â___, you are dangerously oblivious.â Then they laughed as if they just discovered the funniest joke of the century, their laughter echoed through out the cafeteria except from you and Jia.
It was easy to assume someoneâs weight just by looking at the structure of their body until you had to carry them.
âFuck! He is heavy dude!â Jia cursed under her breath, unable to hide the suffering of carrying Jimin all the way up to the 5th floor to Jungkookâs apartment.
âHe doesnât seem likeâ,â You were about to trip and fall, but adjusted yourself quickly. âyeah, he is heavy.â
The knock on his door wasnât too loud as you made sure not to woke any neighbors up 2 in the morning.
You heard a groan along with some footsteps before the door swung open in front of you and you wished that you wouldnât saw what youâd saw.
There was Jungkook, naked and standing in his full glory. Thank God, he had a sweat pant on.
You immediately looked down out of respect andâŠwell, shyness? Because the way your cheeks heat up was embarrassing. You were flustered and you hoped, no one noticed.
Jungkook made a surprised gasped and scrunched his brows out of confusion, âWhat are you guys doing here at this hour? I- wait, is that jimin?â
âYes!! Now help us, dummy.â Jungkook grabbed Jiminâs arm but not before shooting a glare at his sisterâs direction, gave her a look of âyou better shut the fuck up.â
He took jimin from you two and carried him like his weight was nothing, held him like a feather. Before the three of you could reach out to the sofa, you saw Taehyung came out of another room.
âWhatâs going on in the middle of the night?â His deep voice was an octave lower, clearly he was in his dreamland. With a scowl, he rubbed his eyes and looked at his very drunk friend, âWait â Is that jimiâ Is he dead?â He dramatically gasped.
âNo. But, tell me, are you twoâŠgay?â She asked them quietly, made it more dramatic by her expressions. Her mischievous eyes shifted to Taehyung from Jungkook, then again on Jungkook.
Taehyung gave a glare at her direction, no words left from his mouth. The poor guy just woke up at the middle of the night and accused of fucking Jungkook. You held your laughter back, didnât wanted to make it more chaotic than it already was.
âNoâ I mean you look like you just had a rough night andâ,â
âJia, will you shut up?â Jungkookâs voice was stern, as if he was holding himself back. His sister knew how to get on his nerves, for sure.
Ignoring the fact that she was about to bring scolded by her elder brother, she took the responsibility and filled him up with the information.
âWe were at this bar and we saw Jimin thereâŠlying on a couch. The owner was searching for his friends but, since they werenât there, we took him here.â She chirped, feigning innocence as if she didnât just called her brother gay.
Jia decided to met you at this famous bar, again you went along with the idea even though you knew the fact that, you wonât be able to drink anything.
At least you liked the ambience of the bar, until you found a very drunk blonde haired guy laying on a couch, almost knocked out. The owner was literally about to kick him out if it werenât for you and Jia arrived at the right time.
âHe was supposed to join us.â Taehyung shook his head in disappointment, letting out a huff, he walked over to Jimin who was finally knocked out on Jungkookâs couch. Following Taehyungâs lead, you sit beside Jimin, scrutinizing his face for any discomfort he might had.
Your gaze briefly flickered towards Jungkook, caught him staring at you, before he quickly averted his eyes towards Taehyung. You knew, it wasnât anything you might had thought of, but the way your stomach flipped over wasnât something normal.
âWhat you guys were even doing?â Jia asked exaggeratedly, squinted her eyes at both men in front of her suspiciously.
Yes, Jungkook and Taehyung was like brothers since they were in high school, probably saw shits of each other which might had never been seen by anyone, their bromance was top-notch but that doesnât allow people to question about their sexuality. You knew, Jia was just joking and probably pulling her brotherâs leg off and besides, Jungkook has a girlfriend. Or so, had.
They might broke up, but the possibility of him having feelings for her was strong, because of the dance you two had that night at the club. No person who doesnât had any feelings for their ex would did such thing to just made them jealous. He doesnât said that, he doesnât had to, it was all clear in his eyes or so you noticed.
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Why Nikolai is more of a villain than Aleksander
This post is an inspiration from one of anon asks.
Time and time again antis have accused Aleksander of several hideous crimes without understanding the monarchy of 19th century Feudal Russia and what serfdom entails. Due to this lack of understanding(or willful ignorance), Aleksander is studied under a harsher light than Nikolai and other characters. I blame the author entirely for this, as she never gave Aleksander a voice until much later. In books 1-3, he is only projected to us through Alina who had nothing but disdain for him.
On the other hand, we see Nikolai, who was a prince and then a king, who did not do much for the country or Grisha. However, his actions are softened by LB and antis. He is considered a 'flawed' human who did his best. His manipulative actions are treated as an act of strategic brilliance while his mistakes are treated as an act of desperation/helplessness.
So, let me first start by explaining some of the vile accusations thrown at Aleksander and then contrast it with some of Nikolai's actions.
He sex-trafficked Genya.
In Book 1, the author herself says two key points 1) Grisha are no better than serfs and 2) After their training, Grisha are either posted in the borders or sent to serve in affluent households. So Genya was not a unique case. This, again, is the price Aleksander had to pay for the Grisha to live. Genya had to be sent as a child because an adult Genya could not get as close to the Queen as a child would and it worked for a while until the Queen turned on her. This were an understanding of serfdom is needed. A serf can be released only by the master not by anyone else. Aleksander cannot take her away and relocate her somewhere else. And if the antis had read the 'The Tailor' they would know that in spite of the challenges, Aleksander did give her a choice- to disappear forever or exact her revenge and it was Genya who chose to stay.
He committed genocide in Novokribirsk.
Even if we ignore Alina's unreliable POV, Zoya's POV tells us that only a part of the city, near the docks was destroyed. So what Aleksander did was just a warning and not a 'genocide'. Antis keep forgetting that Grisha's enemies were not just Fjerda and Shu Han but Ravka itself. Had the coup had succeeded, he not just wanted Fjerda and Shu Han to back off but the First Army soldiers as well. Book 2 shows how his paranoia were not unwarranted. Through Fedyor's story we learn how they were attacked in their sleep and how First Army conducted sham trials and slaughtered them. This alone shows how Ravka's sentiments about Grisha was not much different from Fjerda or Shu Han. So in the event of the coup, Aleksander had no choice but to issue a warning all of his enemies.
He is a predator/abuser.
This is the one that makes me laugh the most. Girl, he is an immortal. He has no choice. All his age-appropriate past lovers are long dead and buried. What is he supposed to do? Remain celibate? They often bring up the kiss near Baghra's hut as an example of his predatory nature. But what manipulation happened? That dummy fell for Alina and high-tailed from there.
Let me draw a comparison to show what actual manipulation and predatory behaviour looks like. (1) Nikolai who is about 7-8 years older than Alina, forcibly kissing her, against her will, in front of hundreds of people just to better his chances for the throne. (2) Mal who punishes Alina for flinching at his advances by getting it on with Zoya. (3) Baghra, who preys on Alina's fears/insecurities and turns her son's one true immortal companion, against him. These are actual manipulations, not the one Aleksander did.
A predator/abuser needs to have constant access to his victims. In LB, own words, Aleksander rarely stayed at the Little Palace. Compared to him, Nikolai, Mal and Baghra had more access to Alina and they did actually succeed isolating her.
The Stag amplifier
Then the stag incident is treated as a sign of his manipulation and perversion. This where we need to apply our critical thinking and ask the important question who benefits from this act? It certainly was not Aleksander.
Let's rewind the clock a bit, Alina who was the Sun Summoner and a key political figure ran away from the Little Palace. Aleksander did not know if it was an enemy attack or something more sinister. He lies to King, who would have his head for this mishap and, searches for her only to learn that she run away on her own violation. So the girl, he hoped to be his ally became a threat. He was forced to reveal his hand sooner and speed up the coup. People need to understand that Aleksander is not an ordinary, lovesick boy, he is a war general and Alina has proved herself to be unworthy of his trust. So he put a leash on her. This not a question of morality but a question of ethics, much like the trolley problem.
He turned on his own Grisha.
They were deserters for god's sake! and was fighting opposite him. They forfeited his protection the moment they joined hands with the enemy. So he was treating them as a normal enemy.
He stole Grisha children.
He did what Charles Xavier did in X-Men. Grisha powers were tied to emotions and are instinctive. Without proper training they are bound to hurt normal people. Not to mention, if the Grisha were born outside they were either killed or sold to pleasure houses. And considering Ravka's anti-Grisha sentiments, he did what he had to do to keep them safe from actual predators.
Now let's talk about some of Nikolai's actions and let's not forget that he was the King/Prince of Ravka.
Sent his father on a luxury retirement instead of punishing him for his crimes.
Used Genya's trauma to make himself the king instead of offering her justice.
Did not care or investigate the genocide of the Second Army soldiers even if the said soldiers were serving the crown. He punished none of the First Army soldiers and was happily brown-nosing them.
Was happy to start a Civil war even after knowing the kind of king his father was. For a 'peace-loving' person (we have seen him in KoS and RoW ass-kissing useless feudal lords instead of using his authority), he did not attempt to negotiate with Aleksander.
Starved his people so Aleksander would have no choice but to use his Grisha to cross the Fold to get supplies. Again for the antis crowing about Novokribirsk, what do you call this?
Stole Grisha inventions like corecloth etc in the name of unification and supplied it to First Army. Read point 2 once more to understand the cruel nature of this act. He felt Grisha were hoarding better supplies but did not question why the First Army were having subpar things because if he did then the blame would rest on his father and his corrupt noble supporters. So he chooses to steal using the unification propaganda. How noble!
Sent Grisha who were not of age to war fronts and missions. Why not send the First Army? Are there no highly skilled people in the First Army for such things?
Manipulated and used Alina to establish himself. Atleast Aleksander 'manipulated' her for the betterment of Grisha, Nikolai did it for himself.
Destroyed everything Aleksander did for Grisha in the name of unification. Or should we call it erasure? He erased centuries of progress and left them without protection.
He claimed Aleksander used his Grisha selfishly for 'his' wars and then shamelessly sends his minions to recruit them from other countries.
If Nikolai was indeed a just and kind king as the antis claim him to be, why didn't he announce Grisha as a protected class? Why didn't he offer them equal rights as a Ravkan citizen? Through his own spies he knows what is happening to them in Fjerda, Shu-Han and Kerch and yet knowingly he lets Zoya abolish the rule of finding and securing the Grisha children (which mind you, saved Zoya from child marriage).
Aleksander was not just a person, he carried the history of the Grisha that was rapidly being erased. He built a place to pass down that knowledge, their culture and practices. If Grisha were not tested and found, who would save them if they died from wasting sickness, who would offer them protection from slavers and Fjerdans? Once again in the name of 'liberation' Nikolai had truly pushed them into hiding. Without these laws what happens when anti-grisha sentiments raise again after a few centuries? He removed every true protection and erased a targeted group's shared history in the name of liberation.
In the end, Nikolai did not protect his country nor the Grisha. He is in no way the hero of this story nor is his echo chambers whom he calls friends. I could go on and on. Truth is, it is not my intention to minimize things like SA or genocide. These are heavy topics and should be treated as such. Readers or antis who throw around such words should know the weight of such words. I hope this sheds some light on the hypocrisy that resides in this fandom.
Thanks for coming to my TED Talk!
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Fuck it, HH swap AU
Their core personalities and backgrounds stay the same, it's mostly a role switch
Niffty <--> Husker
Angel Dust <--> Vaggie
Alastor <--> Charlie
(the typical for swap AUs, I know,,)
Everyone else stays the same



These r edits bc I was just figuring out their designs for the AU, I'll draw them normally another time (Husker isn't here cuz I can't find a good png of the mf)
In this AU Alastor started the hotel mostly because he randomly thought up the idea once and thought, "that's fucking hilarious, I'm doing that" + a secondary sentimental reason he'd kill me for saying (he got genuinely fully invested in the cause eventually)
He advertised it on his radio show suddenly out of the blue after 7 and a half years of radio (lol) silence. Alastor still owns Husker's and Niffty's souls but they're also obviously friends (or atleast close to it)
Also he can read tarot bc why not :3
Charlie is closer to her dad in this AU and more sheltered, adopting a more aloof, smug, and dangerous persona so sinners take her seriously, she also has a very slight condescending outlook towards sinners but she's at her core still compassionate and still views them as her people and want to protect them to a certain extent, and she still thinks the Exterminations are unnecessary and cruel, but she doesn't feel like she can do much about it since according to Lucifer's stories and discouragement, she knows heaven likely wouldn't listen much if at all, but when she heard of Alastor's little project it resparked hope in her and she decided to invest in it, becoming co-owner and funder for the hotel.
Angel Dust/Anthony never made a deal with Valentino and actually stayed in his family's crime/mafia business for the 1st half of him being in Hell, but his dad is a POS and kicked him out for being gay so he started doing s3x work, and then he met Alastor after he brutalized his harassers one day, and Angel wanted to repay the favor somehow. Alastor seems interested in him so they struck a deal (not a soul deal, just a simple deal) which has Angel/Anthony is under Alastors protection in exchange for Angel/Anthony's loyalty and assistance when needed (which is a rare case so Angel still feels like he owes Alastor). They grow friendly with time, and Alastor offers to have him be patient zero for his redemption project, and he accepted.
Vaggie/Vi is still a fallen exterminstor and still met Charlie the same way she did in the show, but after that they went their separate ways and Vi finds herself making a deal with Velvette. Instead of being a pornstar like Angel in the show, she is an influencer and a rockstar/singer, she does enjoy making music and playing the guitar but Velvette tends to overwork her and make her do things she doesn't really like for views/popularity. Velvette is the nicest to Vi/Vaggie compared to with her other employees (which isn't a very highly set bar tbh) but she also frequently break her boundaries.
Vi met Charlie again during one of her concerts and they got close and started dating. (Also one sided Velvette x Vaggie is sort of slightly maybe canon in this AU bc toxic Yuri is fun (and it's only fully one sided after Charlie and Vaggie/Vi started dating))
She helps manage the hotel when needed, but is honestly only there cause Charlie is.
Not much about Niffty changes tbh (she's perfect the way she is, utterly unhinged đ) she's just a bit more mellowed out and less hyper (she's still hyper just not all the time like in the show) and she's also a bartender and has surprisingly good taste for alcohol, and also frequently makes borderline poisonous drinks while experimenting, but when she gets it right it's really good. Doesn't stop the others of being terrified of her drinks though
Husker is a more smiley and charming in this AU, using a laid back attitude to put people at ease and more willing to open up to him if they need to (he used to use the information people share as blackmail when he needs to back when he was an Overlord, although he never actually needs to spread anything, just threats), and he's still very observant but he's also slightly more unhinged- He's a sort of butler/cleaner for the hotel
He still gets grumpy time to time, but mostly when he's drunk, which isn't as often anymore ever since Niffty was put in charge of the bar (understandably so)
He has a bit of an anger issue and also gets annoyed easily, and sometimes makes unhinged threats as a sort of joke (they stop being much of a joke once you genuinely piss him off)
He likes things clean and tidy because it helps him pretend to be put together
He and Alastor are a bit friendlier compared to in the show, hes still one of the few people that knows more about Alastor, though hes still bummed about the whole being owned by Alastor thing (Husker can also read tarot to a lesser extent bc Al taught him for funzies and Husker thought it's interesting)
His gambling addiction is also ever so slightly worse
#alastor hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin angel dust#niffty#hazbin vaggie#swap au#hazbin hotel swap au#velvette mentioned#radiodust#chaggie#Velvette x Vaggie#seriously am i the only one who thought of this ship?#huskerdust#the ship tags are mostly just for reach but at the same time not really#i love them#btw#if u even care#UpsideDown/Swap AU
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Childhood friends to lovers ; requested by @starlightcat04!
Dukeâs grandmother lived in Illinois when he was a kid, years before he and his parents were captured by the Joker and the news of it sent her to a hospital that she didnât leave until Death arrived for her. But before all that, before his life upended and tore itself to shreds in front of him, Duke used to visit her in the summers.
His parents didnât want to leave Gotham, but they also didnât want him to grow up there amid all the crime and rogue attacks. The solution was to drive down to his grandmotherâs house, suitcase in the trunk, and stay with him there for a few days before they returned to make sure no one broke into their house.Â
She lived in the outskirts of Amity Park, a town smaller than Gotham and much, much quieter. The change in scenery always blew his mind, and he spent most of his childhood summers running around the woods, accidentally scaring hikers.Â
There were other kids in Amity, further in towards the suburbs, but he never got along with most of them, too strange, only here for a month or so, and carrying an awareness and sense of danger that all Gothamites had.Â
He didnât really have friends in Amity Park, except for one: Danny Fenton, local outcast due to his scientist parents'⊠everything. His only friend, a boy named Tucker, would always be gone in the summers as well, visiting family in Chicago and Pennsylvania.Â
They gravitated towards each other, as lonely kids tend to do.
Danny helped make those summers fun, full of laughter and skinned knees and smuggled tech from the Fenton household to mess around with. They shared stories of their lives, comparing Amity Park to Gotham, arguing over superheroes and getting distracted each time by how cool heroes were.Â
The last summer he ever went to Amity Park, Danny had gotten his first cell phone and eagerly gave Duke his number. Any time they werenât together, they were texting until they fell asleep, phone still in hand.
The time they spent together was always limited, but Duke could swear that no one in the world knew him as well as Danny did.
He still misses him.Â
They still text and call when they can, but itâs gotten hard over the past few years. Duke was caught up in foster care and searching for his parents and being part of the We Are Robin gang and then becoming the Signal. Danny, from what heâs shared with Duke, went through similar things of recovering from a lab accident and then having his town be overrun with ghosts, of all things, which had the government get involved and cause problems.
The few times they were able to find a quiet night where they could just talk and be Duke and Danny again were nights he always treasured, though they left an ache in his chest when it was over.Â
Itâs just been so long since theyâve seen each other in person. He doesnât even know what Danny looks like anymore! And, sure, he could always ask for a picture, but it feels awkward. They know what they looked like before. And theyâve heard each otherâs voices, know the basics of whatâs going on in each otherâs livesâŠ
They still know each other, but Duke is all too aware of the distance thatâs grown between them.
âDuke, seriously, whatâs got you spacing out so much?â Steph asks, pulling him from his thoughts.Â
He shrugs, smiling sheepishly. âJust thinking. Sorry about that. What were you saying?â
âI was saying,â she says, âThat you should do a road trip. Or just like, travel around. Check out college campuses. Enjoy your last summer vacation of high school! Trust me, youâll want the break before going into senior year.â
âJust because youâre two years older than meââ
âExcuse me for trying to impart my wisdom! See if I help you again when Iâm older and wiser.â
âSure, Steph,â he says, âWhatever you say.â
She squints at him. âWhatâs with that tone? Iâm being helpful right now!â
âMhm.â
âGeez. I should have let Dick talk to you. Anyways, I already told Bruce that you wanted to do this, so heâs agreed to fund it.â
Duke jerks upright in his seat, nearly falling out of it. âYou did WHAT?!â
âYouâre welcome,â Steph grins, unrepentant.Â
âSteph, come on. This is unnecessary. Isnât it better for me to help out more in the summer? Train more, work with the team on stuff, you know, important things?â
âDuke.â Stephâs voice suddenly turns serious and he canât help but give her all his attention. âListen to me. Your life is more important. If Gotham survived when Bruce was the only cape around, then itâll survive while you prioritize your life. And that means touring colleges to figure out where you want to go.â
âI could just stay here and go to GCU.â
Steph just stares at him, unimpressed, and he has to admit, âYeah, youâre right. Iâm not gonna do that.â
âJust enjoy traveling around, okay? And if you want someone to go with youâŠâ she nudges him with her shoulder, repeatedly, very clearly hinting at something.
âIâll be sure to ask Cass,â Duke says, and Steph rolls her eyes, but doesnât deny that Cass would be a great travel partner.Â
Their conversation comes to a halt when an alarm on her phone goes off and she drops her head with a groan. She grabs her bag and takes off with a quick explanation that she has to get to class, one she hates but is determined to ace just to spite the professor, and in no time at all, Duke is alone again.Â
Without Steph providing him a distraction, Duke has nothing to do but read through his texts with Danny. It hasnât been that long since they last talked; four days ago is nothing compared to the months of silence that went between them a few years ago. Theyâve gotten better since staying in contact since then, and make sure to text at least once a week.Â
Itâs not perfect, but itâs better than nothing.
He considers asking Danny where heâs planning to go. Maybe they could go to the same place together, live in the same apartment, be able to finally stick together. Not that itâll ever happen; the more likely outcome is that theyâll be accepted into different universities, chose places closer to their respective homes, and still be far apart.
An idea begins to form in his mind.
Theyâve had summers together before. Maybe they could have one more.
First, he needs to talk to Bruce.
Heâs working from home, thankfully, typing away at a laptop in his office when Duke knocks on the door and pokes his head in.
âDuke,â Bruce smiles, pushes his laptop away. âCome in.â
âHey. Steph said she talked to you about me traveling this summer?â
âYes. She was very insistent that you go visit any universities that pique your interest. Iâve already agreed to fund everything, and I can take care of plane tickets and hotels as well.âÂ
Duke nods, trying not to look too nervous. âYeah, so about that. Could I travel with someone? Would that be cool? Or is this a thing for me only?â
Bruce blinks. âI promise cost is not an issue. Adding another person wonât be a problem. Who is it?â
âAh, no one you know. Heâs a childhood friend of mine who lives in Illinois, and Iâd like to spend a summer with him again.â
âWho is it?â
Oh boy. Bruce is definitely going to find everything he can about Danny and his family and start interrogating Duke about him. But if thatâs going to let him travel the country with Danny, then heâs more than willing to deal with it.
âDanny Fenton, from Amity Park. The town with the ghost problem.â
Bruce leans back in his chair. âIâve heard of them. The League discussed investigating it when the news first got out, but Constantine warned us to stay away due to risk of possession. It seems that the local hero, Phantom, has it all in hand.â Bruce nods, already thinking deeply about his next steps. âAlright, Iâll need to do some research. And send me a list of the universities youâd like to visit so I can plan your itinerary.â
âCool. Thanks, B.â
Duke leaves as quickly as he can after that, letting out a relieved breath once heâs sure no one is around to hear it.Â
Step one is done.Â
Now for step two: communication.
duke: hey, are you free for a call anytime soon? danny: yeah! we can call now if u want :)
Well! That was way faster than he was expecting.Â
He all but sprints through the halls to get to his room and locks the door behind himself. It wonât do much to stop anyone from actually coming in, but it is a sign that he wants privacy. Once heâs sure no one is going to be listening in and interrupting, Duke pulls up Dannyâs contact and hits the call button.
It rings twice before Dannyâs picking up, greeting him with a cheerful, âHey Duke! Whatâs up?â
âHey Danny,â he replies, unable to help the way his voice softens with affection. âSo, this is totally out of the blue, but if you could spend this summer going around the country with me, would you?â
âI mean, yeah, obviously. You know Iâd do anything to spend more time with you! Why?â
Duke grins. While he was sure about what Dannyâs answer would be, that didnât stop him from worrying about a rejection. âWell. Bruce has offered to fund the entire trip and bring someone along.â
âWait, seriously? You want me to go with you?â
âWho else? Dude, you know I love spending time with you, and Iâve missed you like crazy.â
âOh my God, youâre serious. Duke! Yes, I want to be your travel buddy! Are you kidding me? In what world would I say no?â
âHey, man, you canât blame me for making sure. Are your parents going to be fine with that?â
Danny goes quiet, and Duke feels his heart drop. âDanny? Is something wrong?â
âNo,â Danny says, followed by a bitter laugh. âThey wonât care. Iâll just tell them Iâm going traveling with a friend and thatâll be enough. Theyâre too busy to care much about what I do, these days. They probably wonât even notice that Iâm gone, now that Jazz isnât here to remind them that I exist.â
âHow is Jazz, by the way? We could visit her.â
âSheâs doing fine. Really loving Harvard. And Iâd love that Duke. Youâre the best.â
The mood of the conversation eases and they fall into the usual rhythm of catching each other up, chatting about their lives and any other thought that crosses their minds. Itâs easy for the hours to slip away with Danny, and before he knows it, thereâs a knock on his door as Alfred calls him for dinner.
He hangs up with a quick goodbye to Danny, along with a promise to send him the itinerary once itâs made.Â
Somehow, news of his summer plans get out by the end of the day. Which means Steph blabbed and feels no remorse about it. The next week of Dukeâs life is overtaken by nearly every trying to help him plan and prepare for his trip, while lightly interrogating him about Danny. By the time he was heading off to the airport, agreeing to take one of Bruceâs smaller private planes which was piloted by a man who definitely wasnât Jason going by the name 'Todd Jameson'. Of course not, that would be silly.
(Duke sighed very, very loudly when he saw Jason waving at him from outside the plane. He should have expected the guy to take advantage of Bruce needing a pilot and teasing him about Danny.)
He canât bring himself to be too bother by it, though, when it means heâll get to be with Danny again soon. Duke would pay any price to be with him again, so this is hardly anything.
They set off with a wave from Duke and Jason flipping the bird to the rest of the family. And then Jason is up in the cockpit, blasting his playlist of songs from musicals, and Duke is left to wait impatient for the next few hours until they reach Illinois.Â
The hours pass far too slow but also much too fast. Duke feels like he barely has time to prepare himself before theyâre landing smoothly and Danny texts him to let him know heâs at the airport.
Jason sees him off before heading out to take a call from Roy, telling him to find his own way to his hotel. Duke barely pays him enough mind to say goodbye, grabbing his suitcase and hurrying into the airport, searching for the terminal Dannyâs at.Â
He doesnât find Danny first. Danny finds him and slams into him like a freight train. Itâs only his training that keeps Duke from toppling over, dropping his suitcase to hold Danny. They cling to each other tightly, as if they might never see each other again. Dannyâs got his legs wrapped around Dukeâs waist like a koala, and Duke would be happy to carry him forever.Â
âI canât believe youâre really here,â Danny murmurs into his ear. Duke shivers, holding him tighter, and smiles.
âYeah. I know. Man, you donât know how much Iâve missed you.â
âI think I can take a pretty good guess.â
Danny pulls away, dropping his feet back to the ground.Â
Duke is finally able to see Danny for the first time in years, and heâs pretty sure he stops breathing for a solid minute. Danny grew up fine. Heâs got the bluest eyes heâs ever seen, and soft black hair thatâs a little windswept and messy, and his grin is as bright and beautiful as always. For a moment, Duke wants nothing more than to kiss him.
Then Danny steps back and the thought fades.Â
âReady to go? Weâre going to UChicago first, yeah?â
âThatâs the plan,â Duke says, falling into step with Danny as they make their way out of the airport. âThen a day just to hang out in Chicago before we head to Harvard.â
âCool,â Danny grins. âHotel first, though, right?â
âYeah, man, catch up time is essential.â
Danny glances over at him, something unreadable in his eyes, but he smiles when he sees that Duke is already looking at him. âLetâs get going, then.â
Danny drives them in a car he apparently made himself, which explains why itâs a model Dukeâs never seen before. It drives like a dream and Duke is very tempted to get Danny to make one for the Signal, maybe even wrangle up a contract to have him work with Batman Inc.Â
They spend the two hour drive chatting and laughing as if no time has passed at all since they last saw each other in person. All the years seem to fade away and theyâre just Duke and Danny again, spending another summer together.Â
Check in goes smoothly, and the room Bruce has booked them is large, with two beds, a seating area, and a dining area. A glass door leads to a small balcony with two chairs and a fantastic view of the lake behind the hotel. They set both their suitcases on the luggage rack, and Duke only has time to turn to Danny to ask which bed he wants before he finds himself pressed up against the wall, Dannyâs hands on his cheeks.
âTell me if you donât want this,â he whispers against Dukeâs lips.
Duke doesnât bother replying. He just leans in, closes the minuscule distance between them, and kisses Danny. Itâs soft and sweet and everything heâs ever wanted.
Then Danny makes a small noise in the back of his throat and deepens the kiss. It goes from soft to heated and desperate and all consuming instantly. Duke slides his hands around Dannyâs waist, pulling him impossibly closer, and thinks I never want to leave you again.
Heâs completely lost track of time when Danny pulls back with gasp. They both take a few seconds to catch their breath, and Duke realizes his cheeks feel cold.
âSorry,â Danny whispers, pulling his hands away. Duke catches them before they can go too far and holds them together.
âSorry for what?â
âThe frost,â he says, wiggling his fingers lightly. Duke glances down and sees that his fingertips are lightly coated in frost, spilling down his fingers.
âYou have powers?â
âCame with the lab accident.â
âMan,â Duke says, âWe have got to catch up properly. Thereâs a ton I havenât told you.â
Danny laughs lightly, breathlessly. âOh, for sure. But later. Iâve been wanting to kiss you for years.â
âDanny, baby, you can kiss me all night if you want.â
âI intend to,â he says with a bright grin.
What else could Duke do but lean in and kiss him again?
Nothing else exists in that moment except them. Duke is so, so glad heâs got the rest of summer to spend with Danny. Heâs going to take him on dates in every city they visit.Â
Theyâve gone years without seeing each other. Duke refuses to let it happen again. Whatever future awaits them, heâll do all he can to keep Danny in it.Â
But for now, heâs got his cute childhood friend to kiss and all the privacy a hotel room can offer. He fully intends to make the most of it.
. . .
[send me a ghostlights prompt!]
#ghostlights#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompt fill#dc x dp fic#my writing#it was struggle to keep this short bc i love this trope so much!!!#thank u for the prompt!! working on your other one right now :)
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I had an idea for the 100 followers thingy- so like the babies thing but youâre a single mother (maybe teen mom?) and dazai (pm) falls in love with you and your baby :} ps- I LOVE YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF SUGAR đâŒïžâŒïžâŒïž
Iâm trying I swear TvT
â§Ë · . youâre a virgin and Iâm just a meth head - pm! dazai osamu
the new hire at the port mafia interests him. the baby, too.

summary â â
comfort, fluff with a sprinkle of angst, mentions of teen pregnancy, reader and PM! dazai are seventeen, SFW, mentions of a former abusive relationship, mentions of suicide (itâs fucking dazai), happy ending.

Assistants were something he never cared for much.
They came and go, either requesting to work for a different department in the Port Mafia after witnessing his peculiarities or dying. He hadnât ever formed any bonds with them. Hell, he hardly knew their names. Dazai preferred to give them childish nicknames such as âfour-eyesâ for the ones with glasses or âbaldyâ for the ones who had barely began balding.
No use in actually getting to know them.
All they were good for anyway was organizing his work and making a schedule of meetings and pointless missions heâd hardly follow. And what could they do? Nothing.
Once, he had attempted to get Ango to apply for the job during an outing at Bar Lupin, but that four-eyes declined. So did Oda. Geez, his friends lacked faith in him. Dazai wasnât that bad of a boss. His subordinates didnât die that often compared to the others.
Then again, his most recent assistant had died via overdosing. Straight from the Port Mafiaâs warehouses, too. Dying of his own stupidity because karma struck him down. The high may have been sending him to the clouds, but he got too close to the sun just as Icarus did and burnedâor in this case, vomitedâto death. Fun.
A replacement would be needed, yes, but that would involve looking through so many applications and that was boring compared to strangling himself or pulling Chuuyaâs hair when the redhead was speaking with Kouyou.
Heâd pick irritating the slug over paperwork any day. At least one was fun.
So he just had Mori pick one out. As long as they wouldnât be a nuisance and knew their place, he didnât care who it was. Boy, girl, whatever. All ages welcomed. Dazai preferred younger though. The old farts were annoying and so utterly dumb! So when a subordinate gave him a file for his new assistant, he didnât think anything of it. He always got those for record keeping.
Although this particular individual piqued his interest as his eyes gazed over the information attached.
The age was youngâseventeen, same as him. A girl. According to the report, you were previously stationed as a secretary for some lower ranking member. And youâd just joined, too. Only a few blissful months ago. Just barely a baby in the crime world. All dewy-eyed and truly unknowing of the dark underbelly of Yokohama.
Most interesting, though, and the thing that struck his curiosity was the fact that a small sticky note was attached to the last page.
âSingle mother of eight month old girlâ
There werenât many parents in the Mafia, much less teenage ones. Nobody had time to have a baby with the lack of safety. But you did. Someone desperate enough to provide for their child to the point where they joined an illegal organization without even being an adult yet. That took will and selflessness. Something he lacked.
And without having even met you yet, Dazai found himself fascinated by you.
Murmuring your name to himself, he found himself a bit startled at how smooth it rolled off his tongue. He liked it, too. Your name was nice to say.
Tossing the file onto his desk carelessly, Dazai tapped his fingers on the desk, mind wandering once more. If you had a child then youâd probably work your best to support them. Youâd be competent enough for him.
Apparently competent enough to the point where you felt like you could handle bringing the baby to the Mafia HQ.
âI donât remember hiring two assistants.â
Dazaiâs voice came out as slightly amused and startled. There you were, standing in-front of his desk while occasionally shushing yourâŠdaughter? It looked like a girl, anyway.
âSorry- her sitter wasnât available and I-â
His eyes stared at your reddening cheeksâembarrassment and shame, he could tellâas you spoke again.
âI donât really have anyone to watch her. Iâm so sorry, sir.â
Sir? You called him sir? That made him wave his hand a bit dismissively. The only people who called him âsirâ were the random grunts and gunmen that served under him. Or people who were scared shitless of him.
âDazai. Not sir.â
Sitting up languidly, his uncovered eye focused on the baby. Curls of dark hair fell over her forehead while her tiny hands grabbed at your shirt and hair. Funny, he thought.
âAnd the baby can stay.â
She reminded him of some of the orphans Oda took care of. Especially Sakura. Maybe they had the same name, too. Unlikely, though. She didnât look like a Sakura, really.
Picking up a pen, he pointed it at you, a small smile on her face.
âSpeaking of, may I know her motherâs name?â
He knew it already. But it felt more right if he convinced himself you told him.
âOh! Yes, uhm, Iâm (L/N) (Y/N). And her name,â Tapping your babyâs forehead, she released a small coo, giggling slightly. âis (L/N) Yukirou.â
âWinter baby, huh. Iâll guess, December 16th?â
This was so much fun for him so far. Maybe Yukirou really could be his second assistant. As a joke, of course.
Nodding, you began to ramble on about the baby as he relaxed back in his chair, spinning around and making funny faces at Yukirou. The small child giggled and outreached her fingers to him, probably infatuated by his bandages and messy hair. He didnât touch her, though. No need to let such a good small thing interact with a person like him.
And so minutes went by. Technically, he shouldâve been doling out tasks and trying to kill himself againâhe had heard of a technique where one could inject apple juice into their neck and die, but he wasnât sure itâd workâbut it slipped out of his grasp. Maybe it was the fact you two were so close in age. The fact that in another universe you couldâve been classmates fueled this moment. Dazai didnât really know people his age other than Chuuya, but Chuuya was Chuuya. You were new.
New to everything in this line of business. The killing, the release of morals. Then again, you were just an assistant. Youâd never directly be involved with that. Just helping him out with whatever was needed.
Dazai thought that was a smart choice, whether or not you intended for it to be. As an assistant, youâd be safe from the gunfire and outermost threats. More likely to live and protect your daughter.
So caring in a line of work where lives were dispensable.
He wondered how you got there. Not to the Port Mafiaâthe file told him. But how you took on such a frowned upon job to solely provide for your child. Was the father a deadbeat? Or actually dead? His father was the same. Dead five years into Dazaiâs life.
His mother tried her best, but she died too and he slipped onto Moriâs grasp. Hopefully your baby wouldnât end up in the same situation.
The peaceful moment was interrupted by one of his men who dropped off a load of documents, side-eyeing you before leaving.
Dazai wished you hadnât turned the conversation back to work.
âSir, sorry- Dazai-san, would you like me to organize the papers..?â
Why did he forget that you were just an assistant of his? The medication must be making his mind woozy again.
âBy date and incident, yep. Also, if you see any that mentioned a Chuuya, please throw them out. Or burn them. Preferably the burning part.â
His office was always to be kept rid of that ginger.
âOn it.â
And so he doodled a noose on the wood of his desk while you slowly put the papers away. It soon became clear to him that Yukirou was making the job a tad difficult by trying to grab at the papers.
A slight idea of letting her crawl loose in Moriâs office and destroying it entered his mind, but it quickly left.
âYâknow, if sheâs being a devil, I can play with her for a bit. I swear Iâll be good!â
The words left him before he could really process them. Next thing he knew he was wearing the baby carrier with tiny fingers pulling at his shirt. Instructions poured from your lips as he nodded and patted the babyâs back.
âIâll kill you if anything goes wrong.â
He couldnât help but laugh at the sound of that. You? Kill him? Never going to happen. Unless it were a double suicide, but you probably wouldnât say yes.
And he replied when the slight fear in your eyes registered after remembering that he was your boss in the Mafia.
âIf course, cutie. I give you permission to kill me if theoretically anything goes wrong.â
Dazai made sure to sneak a peek at your reddening cheeks before leaving his office with the baby strapped to his chest and tugging at his bandages like a little snake.
Thatâs how it all started. A boy and a girl who happened to have a baby.
Heâd never regret how months went by as you two became closer and closer. Joking around, complaining about work, all the stuff friends did. Hell, Dazai even watched Yukirou sometimes.
Thank god Chuuya wasnât there to see him watching childrenâs cartoons on your couch with a baby in his lap and a stuffed animal in the other.
Or how he insisted on covering some of your rent when you were struggling. Yukirou needs a home, after all. He sees himself in her a bit. And he didnât want her to turn out like him. If he couldnât change his own life for the better, heâd change hers.
And yours.
Much better than that dickhead that fathered Yukirou. You told Dazai about it one night when he stayed over after babysitting once more. Yukirou was napping in her nursery, and you two were sitting on the couch just talking.
Talking turned into sharing details of your lives, and he came up. Your old flame who ditched you. Breaking a promise that heâd be there for the baby and you. Dazai was silent all throughout it. Quiet when you spoke of the emotional abuse and stress that you had, quiet when you began crying over the fact you never got to graduate high school.
He was just there, daring to awkwardly rub your back as you vented. He wondered if you had talked about it before. Probably not.
Dazai felt like he too needed to share a story of his childhood too in exchange for yours. So he told you about the poor neighborhood he grew up in and the horrors he saw daily.
Did it lessen the impact of your venting? Most likely, but in his opinion, he was trying to show you that he trusted you now too. He assumed it worked when you fell asleep on his shoulder. He took care of Yukirou when she woke crying an hour later. He wouldâve been a much better father than that bastard.
It didnât help either that Yukirou began to see him as her daddy. He was there when she turned a year old, gifting her all sorts of things. Scolding her when she nibbled on his hands. Doing nearly everything a dad would.
Even when she managed to say âmamaâ and âdadaâ for the first time, it was when all three of you were in the room together. In her tiny mind, it was her family. Her mama and Dazaiâher papa. Oda congratulated him for becoming a father when you came along one day with him to Bar Lupin.
It didnât live up to Chuuyaâs reaction when he first heard one of his guys call Dazai a doting father. The shortstack had gone up to him asking if he really was Yukirouâs dadârumors went around at HQ quicklyâand Dazai had to sadly reply that he wasnât. Sometimes he wished he was. Months of time with you led to nights in bed where he dreamed of a universe that he was really the dad. That Yukirou had his brown eyes instead of her dadâs blue ones.
It wasnât fair.
Nor were his growing feelings.
Dazai was smart. A genius thinker and planner. So of course he noticed how his heart began to rapidly beat around you. The sweating of his usually cold hands.
Heâd had crushes in the past, sure. But it didnât equate to this. Such a strong connection only made it worse. Was it wrong his Google history lately was filled with questions about confessing to and dating a single mom?
Did you even like him back?
That question couldnât be answered by anyone but you. It scared him. You probably didnât. Not as more than a brother, anyway. His suicidal ideation and tendencies scared off any woman who wanted more than sex. But he probably wouldnât be living long anyway. So heâd have to shoot his shot eventually.
Which he did after another five months of consideration and thought. Dazai committed this act by simply asking you to sort out some notes for him. A total of eight. Each one had a single word on it. If you correctly put them together, it spelled:
âI like you. Do you like me back?â
Much to his relief and shock, you did. You did, and he had hugged you so tightly. Tightening their bond, too.
So he became your boyfriend. And he wore the title of âdadâ to Yukirou gladly. The little girl saw him as her papa, and he couldnât deny it. Even if it wasnât biologically, she was his. And yours.
Dazaiâs life used to be mundane and slow, yet with his newâŠfamily, he felt genuine happiness for once. A reason to live.
That was the greatest gift he could receive of all.
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