#I feel kind of spoiled every time I complain but I’m seriously upset about going on this trip

[ropes3amthoughts]

I hate traveling I have so few of my things and I hate the beach and I didn’t download anything for the plane and I don’t know what to do and I’m gonna miss school and I’m gonna be away from my dogs for a week and this is all just the worst ☹️☹️☹️☹️

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

The Cowgirl and The Aviator Ch11

Alright guys this chapter hurt my brain and heart to write, but here it is I hope you all love the angst! WARNINGS: Stalker Behavior, Unwanted Advances, Heartbreak and MAJOR ANGST!

A couple weeks have gone by since you and Jake had gotten back from Texas. His sister Evelynn sends updates almost every other day on the kids. Jake has been training and doing “pilot shit” as Bradley says. No missions is a blessing, but you know it won’t take long before the Navy will send him on another deployment of some sort. Jake’s appetite for sex doesn’t slow down either, but you were not complaining as there have been days at the Hard Deck where you are surprised you could walk.

Sure enough within another week Jake is being deployed and he is going to be gone for a couple months this time. You’re not worried since it’s a routine deployment, but you are upset that he will be gone for that long. “I wish you didn’t have to go”, you whisper. Jake and you had just gotten done with lazy morning sex as you kissed his chest. “I know, but maybe when I get back I can finally wear the uniform for you”, he sighs.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you”, you confess. “Only every day. I love you too darlin’ “, he replies. The rest of the day is spent in bed as Jake leaves tomorrow. “Want to drop me off tomorrow?”, Jake asks. “Of course I will”, you reply. That night Jake holds you to him as he wishes he didn’t have to leave. He had never felt like this before as he was usually more than ready to be on deployment, but now he had something worth staying home for. 

He watched your breathing even out as you fell asleep. He must have fallen asleep because when he woke up you already had breakfast made. “I figured you would want a decent meal before getting on the ship”, you smile. “Thanks sweetheart. You spoil me”, he jokes. “Only the best for you honey”, you respond. He smiles at the new nickname as he digs into the food.

Jake opened one of the drawers and that’s where he found the photo of you he had gotten on the last mission, but this one had something written on the back. His blood ran cold when he read the message on the back. “Darlin come ‘ere a minute”, he called. You came into the kitchen and then realized what he was holding. “Jake I can explain”, you said. “Who sent this to you?!”, he asks angrily. “My ex. He found out I was staying here and left it in front of the door. I swear it’s the last we will see of him”, you explain.

“Darlin’ why haven’t you gone to the police. This is wrong and I don’t like the fact of how threatening this note on it sounds”, Jake seethed. “Jake I… I couldn’t. Do you know how that will make me look in the eyes of the police? They will see that photo and think I’m some kind of whore and won’t take this seriously. Besides the last time he showed up I put a gun in his face. I think he got the message this time”, you rush out. “You had to point a gun in his face?! (Y/N) you shouldn’t have had to do that”, he says.

“If it makes you feel better I did put him on police’s radar and I can go make a report for stalking, but please don’t make me take that photo to the police”, you begged. Jake could tell that you were telling the truth about reporting the stalking issue to the police. “Why didn’t you tell me?”, he questioned. “I didn’t want to worry you, and everything was going great. I didn't want you to leave me over it”, you sniffle trying to keep the tears back. Jake walked over and pulled you to him, wrapping you into a hug.

“Darlin’ all I ask of you is to be honest with me and tell me these things. In successful relationships communication and honesty are needed”, he says. “I know I just didn’t want you to think I wasn’t strong enough for you”, you begin to cry. “Oh sweetheart don’t ever think you’re not strong enough or not enough for me. We all have our strengths and weaknesses that’s why we balance each other out”, he tells you. “I hate to cut this short but I do have to be at base”, he whispers as you nod. 

Jake puts his duffle bag into his truck as you give him a confused look. “I thought I was dropping you off”, you say. “You are. I figured you could drive my truck”, he states. “You want me to drive your truck?”, you question. “Yeah why? I trust you to take care of it”, he replies. “It’s just my ex never let me drive his truck. He said it would lose value for me to drive it”, you respond. “Darlin’ nothing will ever lose value when you’re involved”, Jake assured. He handed you the keys as you both got in. 

Jake notices right away that you're shaking as you put the keys in the ignition and start it. You jump when he lightly grabs your wrist. “It’s okay I trust you”, he explains. You relax a little more and start driving him to the base. Jake watches as you fully relax towards the end of the drive and the smile on your face. He loves when you smile like that and he prays he gets to continue seeing it. When you pull into the same parking space as last time he gets out and grabs his bag. 

He pulls you into him to kiss you breathless until he pulls away. “Wait for me darlin’?”, he asked. “Always”, you reply. Jake wipes a tear away from your cheek before turning to leave you standing there. He hates to say goodbye to you but his duty to his country is as strong as his love for you. When he makes it inside he opens his cellphone and calls a number he never thought he would call. Five rings and finally an answer. “Rooster it’s Hangman I wouldn’t have called you if I didn’t think this was important but I have a request”, Jake says. 

“A request and why would I take a request from you”, Bradley huffs. “It’s more for (Y/N) than me. Her ex has been stalking her since that last mission we went on”, Jake explains. “WHAT?!”, Rooster shouts down the phone. “I just found out today he sent her a threatening note and she had to point a gun in his face to get him to leave last time. I just ask that you keep an eye on her while I’m gone. I know she is your friend, but she means more to me than you know. Please keep her safe”, Jake pleads.

“I can do that”, Bradley replies. Jake thanks him and hangs up as he makes his way to the ship he would be stationed on for the next two months. You did exactly as Jake had said and went to the police station to file a report. You also told them you wanted to file a restraining order and they had you fill out all the paperwork. They explained that a judge would have to approve the restraining order, but they were certain that the judge would sign it. 

You left the police station feeling better as you went back to the apartment and wrote Jake a letter informing him that you had done as he asked. You placed it in a mailbox and went to get ready for the rest of the day. The Hard Deck was nice since Bradley, Nat, Bob, Fanboy and Payback were there to keep you smiling. Work helps you stay busy and you tell Penny you are willing to work extra hours so you can keep busy. Penny is glad you’re willing to work extra and lets you know which days you can work the extra shifts. The first month goes by really well until a banging on the apartment door startles you.

You open the door only for your ex to be standing there. “I thought I told you to get lost”, you seethe. “Look, the cops told me you put a restraining order against me. I just wanted to come by and say I’m sorry for what I’ve done and that I’m going back home”, he says. “I don’t care where you go, just get out of here and never come back”, you seethe. He turns to go but before he does he pulls you in close and kisses you. 

You panic as you thought he was going to hit you at first. Bradley had just exited his apartment when he recognized your ex. You tried to push Jackson away, but he held tight until he was ripped away by Bradley. “Get the fuck off her and get lost. I better not see you come back or me and my squad will deal with you”, Bradley hisses. Jackson held up his hands and scampered towards a parked car that he got in the passenger side of. 

You saw a woman in the front seat and wondered who he could have been with, but then all the events came flooding back as you let out a sob. Bradley wasted no time in ushering you to his apartment and holding you as you sobbed into his shirt. “It’s okay (Y/N)”, Bradley hushed. “It’s not. I let him kiss me. Oh my God what do I tell Jake”, you wail. “(Y/N) it didn’t mean anything and he knows that you would never do that to him”, he soothed. He held you until you stopped crying.

Bradley called Penny to let her know what happened and that you would be a little late for your shift. That night you stayed at Bradleys apartment afraid to be alone. You were getting more and more cheerful as the day Jake was getting home got closer, but you had no idea your perfect world was about to come crashing down. Jake had received an anonymous letter and opened it to find a letter in handwriting he didn’t recognize. It simply read, ‘Your girlfriend said not to worry about her ex, but doesn’t look like it from these pictures’. 

There in the envelope were several pictures of who he assumed was your ex kissing you in front of his apartment. Jake’s hearing left him as he felt like he wasn’t part of the world anymore. How could you have lied to him? Then his fathers words sounded in his head ‘Don’t think that your slut of a girlfriend won’t leave like the last one’. There was no way you would do this right, but pictures didn’t lie as he tried to figure things out. Right now he was angry and he had to be in the air soon. 

The day you were supposed to pick up Jake Penny had asked you to come in early. You had texted Jake about it and he only responded with a text that said, ‘fine’. You figured he would get a ride from Coyote as you went to the Hard Deck for your shift. You didn’t see Jake at all during your shift, but when you got done you said goodbye to Bradley happy to go home to Jake. When you arrived at the apartment there was a box in front of Jake’s door. Upon further inspection it was all of your stuff with a note.

‘Don’t bother coming in, we're over’ was scrawled in Jake’s handwriting. You panicked as you read the note several more times, but knocked on the door. Jake answered obviously drunk as he leaned against the door. “Jake what’s going on?”, you questioned. “Seriously you’re a great actress (Y/N)”, he said. “What are you talking about?”, you implored. “Oh don’t act like you don’t know what you did”, he replied. You only stood there in silence until he tossed something onto the box.

Your confusion vanished in an instance when you saw what he had thrown. Several pictures of Jackson kissing you felt like a slap to your face. “Jake I didn’t I swear…”, you begin, but he cuts you off. “You didn't mean to kiss him. Tell it to someone who cares (Y/N). My dad was right, you are a whore”, he says closing the door. You don’t move for several minutes as you sit and cry against Jakes’s door. Bradley sees you when he gets back from the Hard Deck and immediately comes to your aid. “You were right”, you whispered. 

“What?”, Bradley asked. “He would hang me out to dry and I didn’t listen”, you sobbed. “What happened?”, Bradley questioned. You showed him the pictures and what had happened between you and Jake. Bradley made you a coffee that you guzzled down. Bradley had training in the morning and decided to go to sleep. You sat thinking then had an idea as you dialed a number. Two rings and there was an answer. “You told me I could call you if anything happened”, you spoke into the phone. 

After your phone call you wrote a note to Bradley then grabbed your box of clothes. You started your truck and headed out of the parking lot to hit the main highway. You had been on the road for twenty hours straight and had so many missed calls from Bradley you pulled off at a rest stop to call him back. “(Y/N) where are you?! Are you okay?!”, Bradley worried. “Bradley I’m fine I’m almost to my destination. I’ll text you when I get there alright?”, you placated. “Is this because of what happened?”, Bradley questioned.

“Bradley I promise I will text you when I’m safe and sound”, you replied as you hung up. Right now you were running on caffeine and little sleep. Another two hours and you made your destination automatically texting Bradley you were okay. You knocked on the door and when Evelynn answered it she pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry my brother is such an ignorant jackass”, she said. “He wouldn’t even let me explain what had happened”, you shuddered. Evelynn could tell you were trying not to cry as she ushered you inside.

“You can stay in the guest house”, Evelynn tells you. “No I’ll stay in the barn”, you respond. Evelynn understood that memories can linger in a house for years and sometimes forever. “I can work here on the ranch that way I can earn my keep. Oh shit I have to let Penny know what’s happening”, you cry. Evelynn excuses herself as you call Penny and explain what is going on and that you are somewhere safe now. She was understanding and told you she understood if you didn’t come back, but you had a job if you did come back. 

You had several texts from Bradley and Nat asking if you were safe. You replied that you were fine and needed time to figure out your next move. After making sure the texts were sent you took your small box of belongings to the barn. Colton had given you a cot and you set it up and instantly collapsed into it falling into a coma like sleep. The next month goes by smoothly on the ranch as the ranch hands had accepted you into their fold. They taught you how to rope and you were enjoying it. 

Rebel was deemed your mount and within a month the ranch hands were proud of your work. One of the older ranch hands, nicknamed Bull, who reminded you of your father listened to your story and made sure that the guys were respectful. You woke one morning to get ready for the day when Bull told you to pack a saddlebag of food. The next couple days and nights would be spent under the stars and you couldn’t wait. 

You were starting to feel like your old self, but Evelynn could tell how much hurt Jake had caused. She had found you several times staring at one of his photos on the wall in his uniform with tears in your eyes. She wanted so badly to slap her brother upside the head and explain why he was a fucking idiot, but as much as she wanted to he was too far away and her kids needed her. Evelynn handed you some special treats as you got your horse ready for the week.

“Stay safe out there”, Evelynn told you. You thanked her for the treats and mounted Rebel as the others got onto their horses. Bull wanted you up front with him so you rode up and you all headed out to find the cattle. Jake was having a hard time as he had been sent back out on deployment a week after he ended things with you, but no matter how much he wanted to hate you it was your picture he carried with him and placed in his cockpit. 

Once back home things had gone back to the way they were. Rooster, Phoenix, Bob, Payback and Fanboy would glare at him from across the bar, but every time it seemed Rooster was going to confront him Phoenix would make him sit back down. He went to the burger place he had taken you to for your first non date. The waitress that had caused problems was there and came sashaying over. “Oh, no girlfriend today?”, she smiled.

“No”, he responded. He didn’t like the way she smiled as if she knew something he didn’t. “Did you all break up?”, she questioned too sweetly. “None of your business”, he snapped. “I’ll take that as a yes. Well I can take her off your mind”, she said. “I’m only going to tell you this once. I will never go out with you or sleep with you. I just want my usual”, he replied. “I don’t see what you saw in that bitch I mean she kissed her ex while you were away!”, she seethed. “How did you know about that?”, Jake asked.

“Oh well I just figured that’s what happened”, she tried. “No, you specifically said that she was kissing her ex. You would only know that if you were there. TELL ME HOW YOU WOULD KNOW THAT. I can call some investigative buddies down here if you don’t want to tell me”, Jake fumed. The woman shrank a little, but Jake wasn’t backing down now. “Her ex staged the whole thing and I helped him. He came in one day and was talking about his ex dating a pilot and when he described her I knew it was your new girlfriend. He told me if he staged the kiss and I took the photo to send to you that you would dump her then I could have you all to myself”, she spilled.

Jake felt like a bucket of ice water was poured over him as he ran for his truck. Rooster would know where you were and right about now he would be at the Hard Deck. He ran stop signs and lights to get there as fast as he possibly could. Bradley was at the pool table when Jake practically ran into him and grabbed his arms. “Rooster where’s (Y/N)” Jake said. “I’m not telling you shit. You broke her heart you fucking prick”, Bradley hissed. “You’re right I did break her heart”, Jake admitted. 

That’s all it took for Bradley to give him a right hook. Jake took the hit and stumbled backwards as Bradley swung at him again connecting with his stomach. Jake went to his knees as Bradley grabbed him by the shirt and hoisted him back up to hit him again. “LIEUTENANT BRADSHAW!”, Maverick yelled out. Maverick pulled them apart as he looked between the two. “What the hell is going on?”, Maverick asked. “This piece of shit hurt (Y/N) and now he thinks I’m going to tell him where she went”, Rooster sneered.

Maverick looked at Jake and knew that there was no way he would have taken those hits from Bradley if Jake wasn’t sorry. “Calm down Bradley, let's hear him out”, Phoenix said. Jake explained what the waitress had told him. “You would have known that (Y/N) didn’t have any part in it if you had let her explain before tossing her out and breaking up with her”, Bradley growled. “Look, I know I was wrong and I need to go after her. I love her damn it! I haven’t stopped thinking about her since that night!”, he shouted.

Bradley could tell that this Hangman was not the Hangman he knew a couple years ago. “I wish I could tell you where she is”, Bradley sighed. “What do you mean?”, Jake asked. “It means she left and has only called and text to let me know she is safe. No one knows where she went”, Bradley explained. “I know where she is”, Penny said from behind Jake. Jake turned to look at her and pleaded for her to tell him where (Y/N) had gone. 

“Hello”, Jackson answered his phone. “I accidently let slip about the photo and the kiss. He is looking for her so if you're going to get her you better find out where she is”, the woman explained. “It doesn’t matter, I know exactly where the bitch is and I’m on my way to get her. She will either leave with me or there are going to be consequences”, Jackson said before hanging up. He was determined that you would go back home with him once he showed you what he was capable of.

[dreamkidddream]

Those Doll!anon fics were really amazing! I really wanna do something like it if you don’t mind. Could I maybe get a Yorkie!MC? Like, a really short, really friendly MC until they feel like they or one of the brothers/undateables are being threatened or insulted, then they try to pick a fight they’d obviously lose? I’m just laughing at the mental imagine of this short, unthreatening human yelling at and trying to square up against a demon lol.

Awww tysm!! 💙I missed writing for Obey Me (and we also hit 666 followers at this point 😈💜) and since this was so interesting I decided that I’m gonna do the Undateables first and then do the brothers cause I feel like I don’t show them enough love 😔 reader is gender neutral!

The Undateables with Yorkie!MC

Diavolo

He is LOVING your energy

Your happiness is so contagious, it just adds onto his already cheery demeanor. He honestly feels his cheeks hurting from smiling even more when you’re around (and he doesn’t even care!)

He’s gonna buy Lucifer so much Demonus as a thank you for picking you for the exchange program. Seriously, you’re PERFECT (for him)

As the President of Student Council and future King, he loves seeing you interact with the other students, and he’s glad that they’re reacting positive to you. At least some of them do

Now, no one is to foolish (or powerful) enough to threaten Diavolo or do anything to you that can bring you harm. They can try, but they won’t be getting the results that they hope for

But he can’t help it but find it amusing when you try to “defend his honor” when someone bad mouths him. He makes sure to not let it show (gotta be professional after all) but he does tease you about it later. You’re so small and seeing you just yelling square up to this demon is hilarious. He has no idea what geometry has to do with this, but he’s learned some new slang thanks to you!

He’s finally found someone who’ll go along with his antics and more. Whereas other people may complain about him wanting to do fun activities that seem basic, you just flash a big smile, grab his hand and tell him to lead the way

(You even made matching friendship bracelets and he refuses to take it off, ever)

You really make him happy MC. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever felt this lighthearted, and he doesn’t feel the sense of loneliness that he felt himself getting used too

Also Lucifer gets twice the headache now, but the Demonus helps it go away (temporarily)

Barbatos

Ah, so another Luke, except older and that you take your threats of violence very serious, if what he sees (both in the present and the future) holds true (which it does)

You’re still harmless in his eyes though

Your friendly personality makes it easy for you to be forgiven for a lot of things…even if your actions make him give you the side eye at times

Despite how energetic you are (which is something that he’ll never grow tired of) your presence has a relaxing effect on him. Even if he has to warn you sometimes to be careful with the way that you bounce around so much, especially when he’s in the kitchen

He unfortunately can’t be by your side as he is Lord Diavolo’s butler, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t keep watch on you, even without the use of his powers

With how outgoing you are, you’re bound to attract trouble, in which you do at a constant rate. What was comical however, is that it seemed like the trouble you attracted was on his behalf

“MC, what seems to be the issue here?”

“BARB! You won’t believe this! This jerk has the nerve to call you stuck up- well I can show you stuck up! After I stick my foot up your- Huh? Hey, why am I the one being dragged away?! W- count yourself lucky that Barb is saving you right now demon! But this isn’t over- MPH!”

“I hate to spoil you before our tea party, but you were already late and I have been meaning to have you try my new recipe that I’ve been working on…”

You were too busy trying to savor the delicious flavor to focus on what just happen, which was his plan all along. You get to try more of his delicious treats and he gets to enjoy your touch and company. Crisis averted!

He’s crafty enough to have plans to evade you “fighting” and you haven’t caught on yet (or maybe you did and just feign ignorance? Either way works for him)

It doesn’t bother him what people say about him, he doesn’t care in the slightest (and they’re not bold enough to say it to his face). What he cares about is making sure that you keep your carefree energy, and that he keeps to see you with your radiating smile on your face

Simeon

You remind him so much of Luke. Are you sure you’re not from the Celestial Realm too?

Don’t worry he’s only teasing you (kinda) but you do have just as much energy if not MORE than Luke

And you don’t mind helping him either, no matter how “silly” his requests may be

“You’re doing great Si! See, you didn’t even need my help!”

“MC, I couldn’t have gotten to this point without you. My pictures are still coming out a little blurry, but that could be because you wouldn’t stand still- but it does add special kind of charm to them…”

He’s keeping them btw

He was shook when he saw you go off the first time, like he really wasn’t expecting it (Solomon did try to warn him, he was laughing but he did try to warn him)

“Don’t think just because he’s an angel means I’m bout to act like one! I will end you!”

MC please don’t make this demon “catch these hands” violence isn’t necessary

He doesn’t know what that means but he’s scared that he’s gonna find out if he doesn’t hold you back

He has reprimanded you each time when you try to fight others. He knows that demons see him as weak and talk behind his back, but he chooses to ignore them, to turn the other cheek. But just because he does, doesn’t mean that you do, and he sees that now

Simeon really doesn’t want you to fight, and it’s not even because it’s against his nature (it’s part of the reason, just not the whole reason). Fighting leads to injury, and injury leads to distress, and that’s the last thing that he wants to happen to you. And he’s not going to let anything happen to you!

He truly believes it’s a waste of time and energy, and you could find better things to do. For example, by spending time with him!

Simeon may not be your guardian angel officially, but he’s your guardian angel. Always

Has definitely written a character based on you

Luke

Is immediately upset that you don’t stay in Purgatory Hall with him, and even more upset that you don’t live in the Celestial Realm

You’re like the best older sibling he’s never had! And you don’t treat him like a baby either!

Or he’s just admiring you too much to notice

You never hesitate to help him with anything; baking, homework, pretty much anything and everything. He may try to make it seem like you need his assistance, but we all know it’s the other way around (with the exception of Luke himself)

We all know that Luke gets teased by the brothers and even his roommates sometimes (looking at you Solomon), but it’s just harmless teasing (for the most part). It’s when he hears what the other students say about him that gets to him- he tries to show that it doesn’t bother him and he tries to stand up for himself but- their words really hurt him

And no one hurts Luke and gets away with it

You already get onto the brothers for their teasing when it starts to bother him, and now the brothers have to jump in to stop you from trying to rip this demon horns’ off

You can’t really reach them and they’re pretty sure you won’t do any damage, but they rather not take the chance of you getting hurt

It’s not the first or last time that you do this either, and it just makes him feel horrible. He’s the angel here, the one that’s suppose to protect you, not the other way around!

You help him out so much, either without defending him you do so much for him already. How can he ever repay you? He feels like whatever he does won’t be enough…WAIT- he figured out what he can do!

He can get stronger and protect you! He can go to Beel so that you don’t have to fight for him anymore, or maybe have Solomon make some potions that’s like demon repellent but only for those jerks. If those mean demons see how serious and strong he is, then they’re bound to leave you guys alone! Maybe he can show you some tricks too once he’s done. He has to hurry up and tell you the plan then, you guys can’t wait any longer!

Their words do hurt, but so does seeing you putting yourself in harms way to protect him. You can’t do all the protecting MC, he needs to watch out for you too, no if ands or buts about it!

You and Luke are the duo we never knew we needed

Solomon

Ah, it’s about time he found a human as interesting and adorable as you. Where having you been hiding all his lifetime?!

He has wayyyy more fun teasing you than Luke. Your pout just makes things x100 better and cuter

Congrats on becoming his new victim MC

Another one to find you very amusing when you try to fight and won’t stop you either

He will dead serious be recording you trying to fight on his DDD. He’ll make sure that it doesn’t escalate but who is he to stop such entertainment?

He has become tempted to cast a superhuman strength spell on you, and he ends up doing it “on accident” (which has happened more than once)

Lucifer has done the “I’m watching you” thing to him every time he has lmao

But no seriously, he won’t let you get hurt; he won’t even let the chance arise. He’s already pulling you away before you can get yourself worked up fully, dragging you to the library or his room to test some new spells (one that he tempts you can use on these demons). It’s enough to get your attention back on him

You’re a daily source of his amusement and someone that he wants MC, but that doesn’t mean he can afford his favorite human getting hurt on his watch!

He’s no stranger to the gossip about him, nor is he clueless. It’s just all talk anyway, he doesn’t care and neither should you. But it is touching to know that you care this much about him and how he feels…

But he doesn’t want you to do this for him. He’s a powerful sorcerer, he can easily solve this without breaking a sweat if he wanted to, but he doesn’t deem it worthy to even waste a drop of potions on. But since you’re so concerned, maybe a quick kiss would make him feel better?

He thought you were a little gullible, but that’s not the case. You just have a very open and bright personality, one that he finds himself getting attached to more and more as each day passes

If he’s not careful, he might get more enamored with you than he already is-

[kirishimaswife2819]

Them With a S/o Who Has Toxic Friends || Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Kaminari

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Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Reader, and Denki Kaminari x Reader

Requested by Anonymous: hello! may i request for the boys reacting to a s/o with toxic friends and she finds it difficult to let go of them? i've been going through a rough time lately and i'd really appreciate if you could write it. (only if you're okay with it of course! i don't wanna pressure you too much..aaa). thank you and i hope you have a wonderful day<33

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A/n: Thanks so much for requesting! I’m sorry to hear about that, people suck. I had a friend a few years back that was literally so toxic (she liked to start drama every single day) and I had a hard time letting her go, until I realized it just wasn’t worth it anymore (she low key gave me self esteem issues), and eventually I just let her go. But I hope you get your issues figured out and start feeling better soon. Other than that, thanks for requesting and I hope you have a great day/night! Oh, and I hope these aren’t too short, I didn’t want to get to into the details of the friendship because I don’t know the details of what’s happening and I didn’t want to make it not be able to applied to you when you’re literally the one who requested it. -Danielle <3

Izuku Midoriya:

At first, he’s kind of confused as to why your friends are toxic to you

You were such a good person and he loved you, so why don’t they

If you start crying over it, he’s going to cry as well, he can’t handle seeing you in such a state over some toxic people

If you’re feeling down about it, he’ll do whatever you want him to

He’ll cuddle with you, watch movies with you, do homework with you, anything that’ll make you happy and put a smile on your face

If you’re having trouble cutting them off, then he’ll encourage you to let them go

“I know it’s hard, Y/n. But if they make you this upset then they have to go.”

Once you do finally let them go, and you’re even more upset, he’s going to be there any time he can

His friends are going out together to have some fun? Too bad, he can’t come, he’s got a s/o to comfort

Or he’ll go but bring you with him in an attempt to cheer you up

His friends also gladly welcome you into their group, and try to become your friends so you don’t feel as lonely

Makes sure you know that you’re perfect and that you don’t need your toxic friends

Katsuki Bakugou:

As soon as he finds out you have toxic friends, he’s immediately going to tell you to get rid of them

Nobody’s allowed to mistreat his significant other, and I mean nobody

Like literally one time Kaminari made some rude comment about you (It was just a little comment about your shirt being ugly or something) but Bakugou went off and threatened to blow Kaminari up

Back to the point, he’s not going to tolerate anybody mistreating you or hurting you in any way at all

After a while, when he sees your making no attempt to let them go, even though you had talked about it before, and you promised that you would cut them off, he confronts you and asks you about it

When you tell him that you’re having a hard time letting go, he’s so confused

Why would it be hard? They’re treating you like shit! Just get rid of them

After you explain your reasoning, he understands a little, but still tries to get you to cut them off

Finally, after a ton of help from Katsuki, you cut them off

After you cut them off, you were upset, and he did his best to comfort you

He would do anything and everything to make you happy, even if he complained about it a lot

He’d even stay up past his bedtime to hang out if it cheered you up

Eijiro Kirishima:

To say he’s upset when he finds out would be an understatement

He’s absolutely furious, like madder than Bakugou type furious

Who the hell do these people think they are to treat you like that!?

After calming himself down, he’ll let you vent and comfort you about it, but like the others, he immediately tells you to cut them off

He totally understands that it’s hard and you don’t want to, even though you know you need to

He’ll encourage you, and even offer to help you cut them off in nice way (even though he wants to tell them fuck off and not ever think about talking to you again), but he knows that’s not what you want

He does end up helping you cut them off and let them go

And he’s there for you every step of the way

You’re crying at two in the morning over it? Call him, he’ll run to the store get you a tub of your favorite ice cream and then spend the rest of the night cuddling with you and binge watching your favorite show

And of course, if you don’t have any other friends besides the toxic ones then he’s going to have the Bakusquad become your friends and help you out

They’re actually all pretty happy to become your friend, (even Bakugou, not that he’d tell you or Kirishima that though), but the most enthusiastic is definitely Mina

Shoto Todoroki:

You actually don’t tell him, he finds out because of how they treat you when he hangs out with you and your friends one time

He keeps his feelings inside while you’re still hanging out with them, even though on the inside he wants to tell them off

But he waits until after they all leave to confront you about

“You know that’s not okay, right?”

“What?”

“Your friends. I personally don’t think they deserve that title. They treat you terribly, Y/n. You know I don’t like telling you what to do, but I seriously think you should cut them off.”

He’ll help you get through it, and help you cut them off, because he knows how hard it must be for you, and that you need some help

Finally, after it’s all said and done, he’s there to comfort you whenever you need his comfort

He makes sure that you know nothing they did was your fault, and that there is absolutely nothing wrong with you at all

He’s there to comfort you and make sure you know how loved you are and how many people care for you

He’ll spoil you with gifts, no matter what it is, how much it is, how far away it is, if he’s noticed that you wanted it, he would get it for you

Oh, and your ex friends better pray to god that they never run into Todoroki in public, because now he has no reason to hold back

You may or may not see an article in the paper about a few teenagers found frozen in ice in the middle of a shopping mall

Denki Kaminari:

Denki also notices how they treat you while you all are hanging out, but he doesn’t hesitate to speak up about it

“Hey, don’t you think that’s kind of mean guys? You should be nicer to Y/n, they’re your friend.”

When your friends just laugh it off, it’s going to take every single bone in his body not to electrocute every single one of them right then and there

After you and him are alone, he’s going to mention it to you

“You know, Y/n. They weren’t very nice to you. I think you should let them go.”

When you both come to the agreement that they have to go, he’s helping you stop being friends with them, and helping you move onto better people

He’ll introduce you to his friends, if you haven’t met already, and encourage you to hang out with them whenever they all hang out with each other

If you need some comfort, he’s totally up for some cuddly crying sessions at late hours of the night (even if seeing you cry kills him inside)

Will do anything is his power to make you feel better and happier, he hates seeing you upset for any reason at all

If you’re feeling down about it, he’s by your side in an instant, going on about how much he loves you and how your old friends were just a bunch of jerks

[p---ink]

White.

Author’s Note: First Chris Oneshot. It was supposed to be a blurb/drabble, but I think its a bit too long for that now. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this filth. Also you ever get that feeling, where you feel like you've came up with an idea in your head originally, but also feel like you may have seen it somewhere else? Yea that's how I feel about this piece. So if you've read something similar to this, please link it and let me know so I can edit or delete this post altogether.

Summary: Chris greets you after a long day at work, with some TLC.

Word Count: 2.9k.

Warning: Fluff and Smut. Oral (female receiving), fingering, Semi-mean Daddy Chris, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms, and I think...maybe that’s it? Please let me know if I forgot something.

Disclaimer: Gif is not mine. 

“The kids are asleep?” You whispered, when he held his finger to his lips upon your arrival. 

“Yea, I just laid Ezra down. That is one rowdy little person.” He said chuckling, leaning down to plant a kiss on your mouth. He held you by your waist to pepper more along your face. 

“Chris baby, you are a God-send.” You sighed, leaning in to his touch. “You will not believe the shitty day I had.”

“Hold that thought and take a seat, doll” he ordered, urging you towards the living room by your shoulders. “I’ll be right back.” He promised. 

You sighed as you threw your work bag down on the love chair beside you, kicking your shoes off in the process.  When you crossed the room to drop down on the sofa, the weight of today’s events crushed you instantaneously, as you waited for your husband to return. 

You’ve been married for six years, and he’s been good to you for all of them. Great even. He always listened, and almost never complained. How could he when he was usually away, due to his job? 

He was forever busy with filming, press tours and whatnot. It made him feel guilty to leave you and your sons so often. So any time he was at home for a break, he took full advantage. He spent time with his boys, and then the rest with you, spoiling you all with his love. 

Preoccupied with your stress, you almost failed to notice Chris taking a seat in front of you. He took hold of one of your legs, and that’s when you noticed your spa-kit placed next to him. 

“Baby, you don’t have to do this.” You cried, scrunching your face in relief when he rubbed your calf in just the right spot.

Chris flashed those pretty baby blues at you, along with that signature smug smirk. “You know I do. And you know I want to.” He said, before dousing his hands with oil. 

As he firmly massaged the coconut into your skin, you couldn’t help but marvel at him. Taking a pillow into your arms to hug, and hide your giddy smile, you reply with, “What I did I do to deserve you?”

“Well I would tell you, but I don’t have enough time, because you’ve got to tell me about what’s got my girl so upset.” He informed you with a stern look that read who do I have to kill? “Before you do that,” he started, placing your newly moisturized leg down before grabbing the other, “Choose a color.” 

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, peering over to take a look into the open basket. It had an assorted amount of different nail polishes and products for nail care. Your favorite color currently decorated the bottom of the basket, and it made you recall the time your oldest son Jeremy spilled its contents over while playing a game of “paint” about a week ago. That boy. You thought, shaking your head playfully. Well I guess I won’t be choosing that one. 

After a moment of close examination, and scrutiny, you chose “White”, which made Chris immediately stop his measures against your legs, to peer up at you through hooded lids. 

“So its one of those days, huh.” He smirked. “I was hoping you’d pick that one.”

“What do you mean by that?” You questioned. You hadn’t known he preferred certain colors on you. 

“I’ll tell you later, but first tell me about your day baby.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You were dying to get it all off your chest.  You spilled out your hearts content, as your husband massaged your legs, then your feet, and in between your toes. As he delicately removed the old paint from your last session, and proceeded to paint your feet, you were almost finished relaying the message. 

“…and its just like they treat me like I’m insane! But you know what? The way i’m always overlooked, and ignored, makes me feel like I am going insane. Every time I suggest an idea, its stupid. But let some asshat say the exact same thing, and they praise him like a god.” You complain, rolling your eyes, at your memories from your work day. 

Chris offered you the occasional nod or two, humming softly at your cries of frustration when needed. And as much as he wanted to offer his two cents on the matter, he knew that what you wanted most was to be heard. You just wanted to be listened to. And while you wouldn’t of minded him beating their asses, he knew you needed his tenderness. His love. His care. And so that’s what he gave you. 

“And you know why they do it right? It’s because I’m a woman! A black one at that. Lord Jesus, it pisses me off so much.” You sigh, finally bringing your eyes down to him, after they had been trained on the air and nothingness around you; you had a habit of re-living stories as you told them. “But honey, this has really helped out a lot.” You say, cupping his chin lovingly. 

“You know I’ll do anything for you doll. And fuck those sons of bitches. They’re idiots if they can’t see how amazing you are. If you quit, like I suggested a while ago, that’ll really show ‘em.” Chris exclaimed, applying a second coat of white.

“Now you know I love what I do. I just wish I was more appreciated is all!” 

He gave you a sympathetic look before saying, “well you know me and the boys appreciate you.”, running his fingers along the ridges of your toes to remove the misapplied dye on your skin. 

“I know you do baby. I mean look at what you’re doing for me now.” You said, gesturing towards the care he took with your feet. 

Chris just smiled in response. He only felt slightly defeated when you rejected his idea to stay at home. You told him many stories about the jerks you worked with. You were among one of the only women at your company, and you paid for that fact daily. You told him, how they would talk to you, and treat you, even though you had the same amount, if not more experience as they did. He didn’t want you to have to put up with that. He wanted you to kick your feet up and enjoy the life he would provide for you and the kids you both created. But, like the supportive husband he was, he honored your wishes to pursue your passions. He knew that was what made you happier at the moment. The time would come, where he could spoil you completely, though. 

“Speaking of this,” You started, motioning towards your feet once more. “What’d you mean when you said “So it’s one of those days, huh”” You asked, putting on your best impression of him. 

Chris put on a smile that could light up a room, as a deep throaty chuckle erupted from his chest, and vibrated through your body via your feet. “Is that what you think I sound like? No matter, I’ll tell you what I meant. I can predict exactly what it is you need, and how you feel, based on the nail polish color you choose.” He said confidently, picking up a clear polish to apply the final coat.

“Is that right?” You ask, failing to take him seriously, even when he flashed that cocky grin and brow twitch that he often used to back his claims. “You’re so full of shit.”

“Seriously. I can. Listen.” He informed you, opening the clear polish, and brushing the access paint along the insides of the bottle. “I can prove it.”

“Fine! Go ahead.” You state, becoming intrigued.

Delicately holding your left foot against his knee, he starts explaining his theory while applying polish. “You see, when you choose a pale blue or orange, I know you just wanna forget about things with a movie or a cuddle session. Forest green or black, when you feel like throwing a couple of shots back with your girls at a bar. Mauve and a nude of any kind are your favorites, and you request them when you need to feel in control, classy, or sophisticated. And you always choose a soft pink, or yellow, when you need a happy reminder, or a burst of energy and inspiration. Lavender, is a color I wish you’d choose more, since it represents your happiness. Gray, is a color I wish you’d choose less, since it means you’re sad. And then there’s plum purple and candy apple red, two colors I can’t get enough of. You want those, when you’re feeling sexy. See, baby I can read you like an open book.” He declared, moving on to your second foot. Feeling quite sure of himself. 

You just stared at him in awe. Then you realized he didn’t mention, the one he just spent  ten minutes applying. “You forgot about white.”

“Oh I didn’t forget angel.” He corrected, smirking as he finally finished painting both feet. “I’m just waiting on your toes to dry.” After he says this, he begins to sensually blow cool air on your toes. 

“Chris! Tell me what it means!” You pout playfully, growing fed up with his secrecy. Also tickled from the air he blew. 

“Fine. But be quiet, you don’t wanna wake those little demons.” He warned, fixing you with a stern look that made you erupt into quiet giggles. He always made you laugh with his juxtaposed funny-seriousness. He was seriously funny. “White is my absolute favorite. You wanna know why? Its simple, and doesn’t drown out your pretty personality. It goes with every outfit, purse, and hairstyle. You wear this color, when you’re frustrated. Exasperated. Annoyed. You choose white, when you need me to wrap those pretty little legs around my neck, so I can make you cum till kingdom come. Or until you see, ‘white’. Whichever comes first”. He finished, staring at you seriously all of the sudden. A thick silence had befallen the two of you, and you almost didn’t know how to escape it. 

After a moment, you break out into a smile, despite Chris’ unmoving features. “Are you sure that’s what I want? Or is it something you want?”

“It’s what you need.” He affirmed, finally matching your expression, only his smile held a lot more lust than yours. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“I’ll tell you something alright, Chris. I think you paint my nails entirely too much.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle, moving to pack up the spa kit, before saying “So in other words I’m right.” He rises to his feet, peering down through his long lashes with a knowing grin, before turning to leave the room. But not without saying, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll give you what you need.” Leaving you an anxious mess.

You start squirming in your seat, waiting with anticipation for him to return. You try to sit in your sexiest pose, but it makes you feel awkward. Then you start to wonder if you should remove your underwear. But you know he likes doing that. You even wonder if you smell okay, after such a long day at work. A million thoughts race through your mind, and you barely register his presence when reenters the room. You slightly jump, when you feel his warm hands brush against the nape of your neck.

“Shit baby.” Chris laughs, as he rounds the couch. “I knew it was bad, but I didn’t realize how bad. Let daddy, handle this for you.” He says kneeling back in front of you, knees tucked firmly under his person. He smoothes his hands over the expanse of your soft supple skin, leaving a burning trail of desire in his wake. When he hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties, your breath hitches as the cool air hits your moistened sex. 

You lift your thighs and legs, so he can carefully remove the lace without ruining his handwork on your feet. When Chris surveys your dampened panties and inhales their scent, his grin grows wider. “You’re already this wet for me?” 

He gives you no time to answer as he’s pulling you closer to his face, by your thighs. The sudden movement caused a whimper to escape your throat, soft sound making his cock harden. He’s working his kisses up against your thighs with a quickness, ready to produce more sounds like the last. 

Your head’s position on the couch has you feeling a bit awkward, and you go to say  “This is uncom—” but cut yourself off with a moan, as he dives his thick tongue between your petals, writing love notes against the skin.

“What’s that, doll?” Chris asks, hot breath dangerously close to your bud.

You just mewl in response, wetting his beard with your juices, as he eats you like you’re his last meal. “Right there baby.” You groan, grinding yourself against his mouth when his tongue darts against your nub. 

“Right here?” He questions softly, repeating the same gestures, sending a jolt through your body that makes you buck against his face. 

Your words leave your throat, as he sucks harshly against the problem areas, shocks of pleasure emitting through your person. And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he adds his fingers. First two, but then three as he starts fucking your pussy. 

“D-daddy!” You cry, voice coming out shaky as you writhe against his lips and fingers. His actions have you climbing up the couch. 

Then he removes his lips, warning you to keep quiet. “My babies are upstairs, I’m gonna need you to keep your pretty mouth shut.” He commands, placing your soaked panties between your lips. 

As he quickens the pace of his fingers, and makes his tongue dart from left to right relentlessly against your clit, you approach your first orgasm of the night, and he knows it too, when your hole clenches around his fingers. 

He smiles, and tells you how proud of you he is, but he isn’t done with you yet. 

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Your muffled moans ring through your ears, as you clamp your teeth down around your underwear. Your jaw was becoming slack from keeping it open so long, and you were feeling sore.

Chris was still continuing his assault against your sex. He had long moved from his position on the floor, and now sat beside you on the couch. 

He had your legs sprawled open, keeping them from closing with one hand gripped on your thigh, and the other rubbed fast and hard circles against your clit, while he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“What number was that one, baby? Five, six? I lost count after the third time, when you squirted on daddy’s chest.” He growled, biting his lip, as he quickened his pace against your nub. “Do you think you can do that again?”

You moaned in protest, shaking your head from left to right, as you approached another orgasm. You couldn’t take anymore pleasure, your sensitive bud was going through too much.

“What’s that baby? I can’t hear you.” He teased, face as serious as it could be. He was testing you. You knew not to remove the underwear, or you’d be there all night. When you made no moves to pull them out, he did it for you, a string of spit connecting your lips to the fabric.

You immediately pleaded with him to ease up. “Daddy I don’t think I-I can take an-nymore.” You cried, now a blubbering mess.

“You don’t think you can take anymore?” Chris repeated, mocking you. “Well that’s too bad. Daddy thinks his princess looks too pretty when she’s cumming. So suck it up, because I’m not stopping until we have to replace this couch.”

You  felt that familiar coil in your stomach again, threatening to snap, as you threw your head back. You were a sweating mess now. You had hair glued to your face, and neck, and your shirt was drenched, as it clung to your stomach. But still, it wasn’t quite as drenched as your pussy, thighs, and couch cushions were. 

Chris was as hard as a rock, but you knew if you touched him, he’d get angry. He wanted to play with you, until you were begging him to stop.

“What happened today at work again baby? What was it Chad said to you? I bet if I have you fucked out like this every night, I’d be the only man on your mind.” He whispered against your ear.

Your stomach began spasming, as you clenched painfully around nothing. This would be your last one too, before your body gave up. 

Tears streamed down your cheek, as you contorted your face into the sexiest expression Chris had ever seen. And then, just before your screams of pleasure could rip through your chest, he covered his mouth over yours, as you squirted all over his hands, your thighs, and stomach. When you finally opened your eyes, you could only see white, before your vision came back into focus.

Massaging the wet, between your folds, Chris bought his fingers up to your lips and said “open.” And you did, sucking all your juices from his digits without breaking eye contact. “Attagirl.” He praised, wiping your tears away. Feel better now?” He asked, small smirk playing on his lips.

You nod tiredly, throat dry from your previous activities.

He brushes your sweaty hair behind your ears before saying, “Good. Now, let’s paint those pretty pink walls white, too.” 

[itbelillian]

deltarune ch2 spoilers

seriously I'm about to spoil the fuck out of the game and also the Alternative Route For Assholes

ok the 24 hour spoiler ban has passed but still: FINAL SPOILER WARNING. 

first: GOD this game is so. GOOD? holy sweet mother of meatball, I have been thinking about it nonstop for the past 2 days. it feels like a shitpost. I love queen dearly. the potassium gag. “what does bosom mean??” “tity.” every single interaction with her and berdly made me PISS myself laughing and especially The Statue. actually this whole game was really, really funny. the part where you and ralsei go on the swan boat, literally on acid, and battle it out with rouxls kaard. who is riding a duck. god where does toby come up with this material?? it is so weird but.... so good. his comedic chops have gotten a LOT better since undertale, and even chapter 1.

the art, music, and mechanics were SPOT ON. the recruitment thing, the implication that at some point you’re going to have to de-recruit someone for the betterment of your town, the town itself, just... good lord. toby has outdone himself. this adds so much complexity to the gameplay that was kind of lacking in undertale? I also love the way that the equipment has been done this time around, it adds an element of strategy to deciding who should get what items and when to equip different items. the team as a whole is so great, mechanics wise. fights with them are INFINITELY more entertaining than fighting alone as kris would be. and the art is WAY better than undertale. I've never been one to criticize Undertale’s graphics, and I still won’t, but it’s impossible to deny that deltarune is a step up in every way. the little animations of kris and susie entering the dark world, susie and lancer’s high-five, the attack/defend animations, just so good. the environments are super aesthetically pleasing, too. the music is great, of course. it’s Toby Fox what am I expecting?? to be honest nothing has really Hit Me the same way any tracks from undertale have, but maybe they will as I listen to them more. a big part of it is the familiarity.

also: I was never too attached to either susie or Ralsei in chapter one, but this really sold it for me. when I played Undertale I felt very invested in the characters, but not so much my friendship with them. it felt very much like we had just met each other. in deltarune I 100000 percent buy the friendship and I ADORE both of them so much? the fact that kris literally does not say anything but still has distinct dynamics with the two of them baffles me but I can’t complain because it is?? so?? amazing??? I was genuinely very upset when ralsei and susie left to do their own thing. I didn’t realize it as it was happening but I really loved having them around. I missed them. also it seems like EVERYONE except me was suspicious of ralsei, but now that it’s been pointed out... yeah. I love him to BITS so it pains me to say but something is Wrong With Him. why can he travel from dark world to dark world without turning into a statue? what are the titans, and why is he only mentioning them now? and actually, ALL of our information about the dark world is coming from him. how much is true? what else does he know that he’s not telling us? 

and what. WHAT. is up with kris? I don’t even have any theories I am just baffled. it seems like they’re the knight, right? have they been creating... all of the dark worlds, including the first one in the storage closet? does this make kris the villain? or is the creation of dark worlds a good thing... meaning ralsei is manipulating us into thinking the dark fountains are evil? Why would they slash Toriel’s tires? why are we possessing them? also I LOVE the puppet theme with the hidden bosses... and it really seems like something about that is not sitting right with kris, either. kris full on shouting that they’re not okay to ralsei after he asks... good god I am SO CURIOUS. the mystery element here is really on point. it’s so easy to settle into the comedy and fun little group dynamic, but something is always Wrong and when something reminds you it is deeply unsettling. the only group member who doesn’t seem to have something freaky and suspicious going on is susie... if she turns out to be evil too i stg im ejecting myself from the stratosphere 

also speaking of mysteries: not knowing how Undertale and deltarune connect is KILLING me. I fully buy into the theory that sans and papyrus are “from” the world of deltarune, originally. if the theory is true, then word search from icee’s pizzeria you find in UT is actually SO? brilliant. SANS GAVE YOU A WORD SEARCH FROM A RESTAURANT THAT ONLY EXISTS IN DELTARUNE. was toby thinking about this all the way back when Undertale was released??? but is deltarune an alternate... timeline? does undertale exist at ALL, if the sans and papyrus thing doesn’t turn out to be true? but if that were the case, why would sans’ grocery store be the same building as grillby’s, logo and all? does sans owning the grillby’s building indicate that sans went to the undertale world to take it?? what is going ON??? 

and just going to say it: snowgrave route in deltarune (is that what we’re calling it???) is a MILLION times freakier than the genocide route in Undertale. like ut is  depressing, it was Unfun to kill my friends, but the way you just... slowly corrupt pure, innocent Noelle and make her do your incredibly screwed up bidding is just disturbing. the way you just say “Proceed” at all the puzzles and like, gaslight her into thinking she didn’t TOTALLY MURK berdly and that ring seller guy... god it’s so messed up but also SO???? amazing??? murdering video game characters makes you feel like you’re... well, playing a video game. but forcing Noelle to do it for you??? something about that feels so much more twisted. god I feel like a sadistic bastard. 

deltarune is not undertale but it’s not trying to be. it definitely feels distinctly different, and maybe more sinister? expectations are through the roof for toby but he’s killing it. I remember being worried when deltarune ch1 was announced, because undertale doesn’t feel like the kind of game that can, or should, be followed up by anything. I think I was wrong though. I don’t know how its possible, but deltarune is the perfect thematic successor to undertale in every way I can think of. tl;dr PLAY DELTARUNE it was good 

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 1

Rating: Explicit. 18+

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Bad girls are sad girls! Always wondered what goes through the mind of a spoiled, rich but intelligent and perceptive teenager? Have you found yourself craving that adrenaline rush, the danger of a forbidden fruit? Okay. That was cheesy as hell. Gross.

Let's try again. Sarcasm? Check. Vine references? Hell yes! Crude humour? Check. Blunt honesty? Double check. We're living in a Lana del Rey song, ladies.

The author doesn't actually condone codependent relationships in real life. This is a filthy little fantasy. Enjoy, deviants.

THE TAG LIST IS NOW OPEN! @another-stark-sub​ @mostly-marvel-musings​

Beta read by the lovely and patient @miscmarvelwritings ! She deserves all the love 💙

Pining. I was pining after Stark and it made me upset. I thought I was better than that. Better than acting the part of a lovesick puppy, begging for scraps of attention- a kind word, a pat on the shoulder, a blanket thrown over me in my sleep. Even if he was my Mount Olympus, I wasn't exactly on board with starting the whole damn journey in the first place.

Most of all, I hated being a cliché. I tried my best to avoid showing how I felt and with time, I think I excelled at it. I am really good with things if I really put my mind to it. Was it a blessing, or was it a curse? Only the future will tell. I try not to think about it, as I prefer not to stress out too much. Peter was the anxious kid and I was the calm one. I was the Ying to his Yang. He flipped his shit often and I always calmed him down and cleaned up after him. No complaints there, Pete is pure and precious and I would kill everybody and then myself if he actually got hurt.

I'm only a year older than him and that year feels like an uncrossable bridge to me. We get along like a house on fire and I delight in the way he starts smiling when we're paired together for a project. Deep inside I'm sure he thinks of me as one of his best friends, his homies but-and there's always a but-I can't reciprocitate that. He goes to decathlon after school with his wholesome BFF duo, I go to a local dive bar with a fake ID I'd made sometime when I was about 15.

Peter has everything I wish I've ever had. Good for him. I'm not going to mess that up, no matter how much my angst demands I throw a tantrum and become, like, a supervillain or something.

I banter, instead. I chit-chat. I laugh and I repeatedly make a joke out of myself. Nobody suspects a thing, and I'm not surprised. People always see what they want to see. I've been the weird loner since middle school. Not the sad kind, of course, my pride wouldn't let me. I'm too good at things to be completely ignored. Teachers adore me, the event planning committee approaches me every year with tentative pleas for advice. The list goes on and on; what they don't understand is that it's just High School. Another year and I'll be out of there and nobody will be wiser.

I feel like a liar every time I'm excited. Because I'm not that - I don't care about their stupid field trips or collaborative projects. My mind is five steps and two hops ahead of that bullshit. It has to be or I just won't make it in the world.

"Parker-pen, Mr. Stark. G'day, sirs," I nodded, entering the lab, looking straight ahead. They both were hunched over... Something vaguely mechanical and I was terribly, horribly hungover. Saturday night was Science night but I'd gone to bed around 2PM after a party ran way too late.

"Hi," and "Powerpuff girl," came from them respectively, and they didn't even lift their heads.

I wondered if I could just skedaddle and leave them to their big brain time. "Is this a bad time? I can come tomorrow instead," I immediately regretted speaking, even to my own ears my voice sounds scratchy.

"No, actually, Dr. Ban-Bruce-wanted to talk to you," Peter mumbled out half-coherently. Tony kept ignoring me and I was fine with that. The less temptation I have the less trouble there will be.

"I'm not playing with his zucchini again," I groaned, causing the intricate pile of metal to squeak sadly as Pete tripped over his own damn body, jostling the prototype in the process. I could have sworn the room got several degrees hotter from the boy's blush alone.

Tony cackled, shuffling away from the newly ruined prototype. "He won the damn contest, you should've seen the judges faces," The engineer's grin threatened to split his face in half. I poked at my phone in muted interest. "Hold up, Friday has a recording. I definitely recorded the thing."

A holo-screen popped up. Tranquil scenes of a local fair, gourds and other assorted vegetables of various grotesque sizes were scattered throughout the square. An unmistakable mop of curly greying hair posed proudly next to a zucchini half the size of Hulk - I was fairly certain genetically engineering the plant was cheating and warned him so but somehow Banner managed to persuade the judges into letting him participate, and ultimately win, the competition for the Biggest Zucchini. Some of them were quite shocked at the size of that thing and well - well, their glances were quite contemplative to say the least.

"Damn, Tony, that blonde chick's face tells me all I need to know," I gave a lopsided smirk in the engineer's general direction. That was our thing, you see? He called me these ridiculous cutesy nicknames and asked me about getting my nails done or going to the mall and I'd make salacious comments and go on an occasional flirtatious spree. That was comfortable. We both enjoyed making Peter blush and giggle like the little schoolboy that he was.

"Our Brucie bear is a freak, don't let him tell you any different, Princess," Tony winked at me.

"Oh, I know all about it, Tones," I suggestively wiggled my eyebrows. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter groan and palm his face. I briefly bumped my knuckles to Tony's outstretched hand and made my way to the adjacent lab that hosted the second resident crazy scientist.

"Bruce?"

"Oh, hi there, come on in," He smiled warmly at me and I relaxed, shrugging off the tension in my limbs that seemed to appear every time Tony was around me. Banner's soft, friendly nature always made me feel welcomed and appreciated.

We made small talk as I threw on a lab coat and some protective glasses and discarded my bag in the far corner, away from any possible explosions. I congratulated him on his recent victory - here is when I say that despite what most will say, Banner has a serious competitive mean streak and isn't afraid to get down and dirty when it comes to matters of his personal pride.

That's what makes us alike, I think. I have too much dignity and self-respect to walk around Tony with stars in my eyes and hang around his neck like yesterday's tie.

The quiet, even pace of doing lab work made me completely lose track of time. Some time passed as I felt the crick in my neck become noticeable, and the deep ache in my calves from standing and dancing yesterday worsened. I hopped onto the nearest table, hunched over a tablet, eyes skimming over research articles - most of it didn't register at all in the wake of a dull throb behind my temples. My hair limply hung over my face - I had to wash it to get rid of the stench-hard liquor and cigarettes - but I was way too lazy to style it properly.

I ignored the swaying strands until a large palm gently tucked them behind my ear, a white lab coat coming into my field of view. "You okay?" Banner's quiet voice interrupted my reading. I lifted eyes enough to see he was wearing a dorky button-up in some gross shade of blue under the lab coat. His eyes were affectionate behind thinly rimmed glasses.

"Rough Friday night?" He questioned.

I chuckled. "Yeah, I'm hungover as fuck." There was no point in hiding the obvious; I'm sure the bags under my eyes already had tattled on me.

He chuckled, too, leaning his hip against the table, one broad arm coming to wrap around me in a hug. Usually he wasn't so touchy-feely; but I wasn't complaining. Banner was really, really warm. "I'll spare you the lecture on underage drinking," He said with another chuckle.

"Yeah, it's pretty pointless. You'd be three years too late."

A deep sigh left him, both of his arms wrapping around me in a comfortable embrace. I rested my chin on his shoulder, trying my best to really avoid showing how touch-starved I was. I was a hundred percent sure they all figured out my family life was difficult; the last thing I needed was their pity.

"Y'know, we should sit down and talk someday," He said after a brief moment of hesitation. "About your future. College, maybe?"

I gave a non-committal hum, basking in the warmth of the hug, staring straight ahead with unseeing eyes - behind the glass divide, I could faintly distinguish Tony's and Peter's shapes, still bent over that bench the pile of metal.

"You have a lot of potential," Banner continued, his tone developing a gently admonishing hint. "I understand if you want to take some time off from your studies but I'd rather you succeed and not let all that potential go to waste," He finished, patting me on the back with a gentle hand.

I tried not to preen under his touch. "Are you attempting to guilt-trip me over a party, doctor Banner?" I teased him, expecting the smile that I felt being hidden by my hair. Sometimes I felt that I could read the man like an open book, he was so earnest about his interactions.

"I just - we want you to stay safe, okay? Don't blow your future for a little bit of fun," He shrugged carefully.

"Okay, Bruce," I simply replied, meaning it this time

He kept hugging me, running his hand over my back absentmindedly. Probably thinking about his recent science bender. I wasn't upset: my own brain tended to get tangled in personal projects, too. I had only one complaint and it was that the cuddle was making me sleepy.

I yawned, startling the man. Pulling away from the hug wasn't really an option. He was broad and quite strong, probably courtesy of the Hulk and radiation in his blood.

"Why don't we put you in a guest room for tonight?" He inquired and I nodded. "Call your parents for me, okay?"

"My mother is in Vancouver for the week and I doubt she would care anyway," I rolled my eyes. "She's in the middle of some shitstorm with OsCorp and their marketing department." If anything, I was grateful my mother was preoccupied with her job. Being around her was like hanging out on top of an iceberg in the far end of the ocean.

I felt Bruce's frown. His body tensed briefly, blink and you'll miss the hunch of his shoulders. "What about your dad?"

I cringed. "He's been in Ibiza since the season opened, no doubt snorting miles of coke and... " I hesitated. "You can guess the rest."

My dad was kind of a dick, but I don't blame him at all for being the way he is. My parents have been married for twenty years. They were happy, once - I saw their college pictures with my mother's bright smiles and bushy hair, and my dad's terrible fashion sense and their dog, a funny little runt with an atrocious name. Then mother had me and for a while, they were happy too, but it lasted about until she landed her first prospective job. Kind of cliché.

Bruce sighed again. "Okay. You hungry?"

"No, I'm not going near food until tomorrow. Nu-uh," I fake-retched next to his ear, making Bruce shiver and playfully pinch my side.

"It'll help with your hangover. Doctor's advice."

"You're not even that kind of doctor," I laughed, very gently poking him back, somewhere around his stomach. He squirmed.

"I have seven PhDs," Bruce smiled as he rested his chin on top of my head as he adjusted his torso to prevent my fingers from reaching his ticklish spots. I poked him again in retaliation, fully enjoying the snort and squirm I caused. Soft™. "Let's go get you settled in," Bruce, seemingly without any difficulty, picked me up, propping me against his hip like a toddler. It probably looked awkward but what the hell, I haven't been carried around since I can remember myself. My legs wrapped around his hips for balance, butt resting on his forearm.

"You're a showoff," I couldn't help but snort, getting a lopsided smirk in return.

He made his way over to the elevator with me dangling and examining my nails in an expectant fashion. Tony's jokes aside, I really enjoyed getting them done and weird colors were a quest of entertainment for me. I obviously couldn't have them very long because I worked in a lab so I chose outrageous prints and decorations instead. This week, each of my nails had a different style - thankfully my aesthetician was professional enough to make it look somewhat put together even if it took a good chunk of my allowance and an hour long Uber ride to get to her salon.

I noticed the dimmed lights in Tony's lab and none of Peter's usual mess scattered on the tables, figuring he'd already left. Stark himself stood propped against a table, watching something, smoothie in hand.

For only a brief moment, I let my eyes rake over his body, his beautiful, sculpted physique hugged by a pair of fitted jeans and an old Led Zeppelin tee. Tony's handsomeness wasn't obvious, it wasn't in-your-face kind of appearance like Captain America's, but the engineer was built sturdy and his arms - the only bare part of him - were riddled with scars. He used his strong, bulky body for work.

I turned away before I got too ahead of myself. Bruce smelled like lab equipment and rubbing alcohol, something that made me sober up and snap out of my daydream before Stark took notice and started teasing me about ogling him. My once-over lasted barely three seconds yet with Tony's genius, I always had to be on my toes.

I saw movement in my peripheral. Banner waved before entering the elevator - at Tony, probably, so I looked back, seeing the man watching us, content replaced with a contemplating frown. I waved at him, resting my cheek on Bruce's shoulder. "Tony's having a big mood," I noted quietly in the scientist's ear.

"You know Tony," Bruce sighed, adjusting his hold on me as the car ascended to the housing floors. "His brain runs a mile a minute and he can't make sense of it for the biggest part. Give him some time and he'll be back to his annoying self."

I didn't see Tony as annoying in any way, but then again, I was severely biased. The billionaire was quirky venturing into absurd but also clever and brilliant.

We had reached our destination and Bruce carefully set me down on my feet once the door to my room was open. A large queen bed, TV and another door to an adjacent bathroom. It was really simple but luxurious nonetheless - I had the exact same carpet at home, having heard my mother bitch about it's cost after seeing me spill soda on it way too many times.

"I'll let you get settled in. Ask Friday if you need something," Bruce awkwardly shuffled his feet, taking off his glasses and briefly examining them before putting them back on again. "Breakfast here is on the 74th floor starting around 7AM, someone will probably get you around nine if you sleep in," He finished, giving a shy tilt of his lips.

"Thanks, Brucie-bear," The nickname easily slipped from my lips. I didn't resist the urge to hug the kind scientist, quickly wrapping my arms around his middle, delightfully sighing when he immediately returned the gesture.

"Good night, Princess," I had to suppress a happy squeak when the man kissed my forehead before retreating and closing the door behind himself. A quick shower and a quest to find a power outlet to plug my charger into preceded my less than graceful flop into the bed. It felt like sleeping on a cloud, honestly, it had nothing on my mother's orthopaedic memory foam mattresses. I passed out faster than I’d ever had.

[pangzi]

also, if you feel inspired, 34+44 reminds me of wang dayin and li yan liang

this absolutely didn't go where i wanted it to go but hey it did finally get me to write again!! i hope you like it and thank you for sending a prompt!

34. Why are you wearing my sweater? “Because It smells like you” 44. “You’re an idiot” “but i’m your idiot”

It was his first day back at the station since the accident. He still didn’t feel 100% like his old self again, but he was getting there. Getting back to work, and being around his friends again should do the trick. He had barely passed through the gates before being forcefully tackled by Ma Qianli.

“Qianli, be careful! He only just recovered, we can’t send him back to the hospital this fast,” Huo Yan berated him before giving Li Yanliang a hug himself. “Glad to have you back, Liangzi.”

“Glad to be back,” Li Yanliang replied.

Almost the entire squad had come outside to greet him at the gate. They ushered him inside after Ma Qianli had taken over his bag. Inside the rest of the squad seemed to be waiting for him, with a small cake to celebrate his return. Greeting all of them, he realized one important person was missing. Wang Dayin was nowhere to be found.

Luo Jie sat down next to him at the table and patted him on the back. “Don’t ever do that again, okay?”

“Do what? Return to the station?” Li Yanliang joked and elbowed Luo Jie in the side with a fond smile.

“Get hurt like that,” Luo Jie said seriously, “It was quiet here without you… And I don’t think Dayin would ever forgive you.”

Li Yanliang swallowed thickly. Wang Dayin wouldn’t forgive him? What did that even mean… Before he could ask, though, Luo Jie had gotten up and walked away already. As if Wang Dayin’s absence hadn’t already spoiled the party for him a bit, this only made it worse.

They hadn’t seen each other for months. Only a few days after the accident his parents had him moved to a hospital in his hometown so they could take care of him and he had stayed in his hometown until a doctor had cleared him to get back to work. Very kind of his parents, but it had really sucked not being able to see his friends for all these months. Not seeing Wang Dayin for that time had been the absolute worst. Ever since they had joined the fire department, they had spent every single day together. Their relationship quickly going from best friends, to best friends with benefits to… something more. At the time of the accident they had only finally started to acknowledge their feelings for each other, so it really couldn’t have happened at a worse time.

His mood completely spoiled now, he thanked everyone for the warm welcome and made his way back to his room. He doesn’t know why he was surprised to find Wang Dayin there, they were roommates after all. He was sitting on his own bed, arms and legs crossed and he was frowning adorably. Li Yanliang wanted to kiss him. But he couldn’t, Wang Dayin was mad at him, that much was clear from the way he turned his back to the door as soon as he walked in.

Li Yanliang couldn’t help but notice that the bag of clothes he had brought was open on his bed, and Wang Dayin was wearing a very familiar looking sweater that was too big for his small frame. That brought a smile to his face, so he wasn’t that upset with him.

He decided to play along for a bit, he just quietly stepped into the room and started unpacking his stuff, putting his uniform out for the next day. Wang Dayin didn’t seem to like that, with an exasperated sigh he laid down on his bed and made a big deal about crossing his arms again.

“Are you mad at me, Dayin?”

“Yes,” Wang Dayin replied curtly.

“Then why are you wearing my sweater?”

“Because it’s the only thing in this stupid station that smells like you.”

Li Yanliang laughed, which made Wang Dayin turn over in his bed with a huff. “The only thing? Are you sure?”

“You weren’t here,” Wang Dayin murmured.

With a sad sigh, Li Yanliang turned around. There were tears in Wang Dayin’s eyes. “I’m here now,” he tried.

Wang Dayin just shook his head. “No you’re not,” he rubbed the mattress beside him absentmindedly, “and either way, it’s too late anyway.” He turned around again with a pout.

Once again Li Yanliang couldn’t help but laugh. This boy was such a brat. He pushed him forward roughly, so there would be more space in the bed, and then got himself comfortable beside Wang Dayin. With a slightly annoyed puff Wang Dayin pressed his back roughly against Li Yanliang’s chest and pulled his arm around his waist tightly.

Chest filled with a pleasant warmth, Li Yanliang felt the need to hide his happy smile against Wang Dayin’s back, even though the other boy couldn’t see him. Because of that he completely missed that Wang Dayin had raised his head so Li Yanliang could slide his arm under it, which resulted in a soft kick against his leg and an annoyed sigh.

“You have been gone too long,” Wang Dayin complained, “I have to do everything myself.” He turned around, pulling Li Yanliang’s arm underneath his head and forcefully wedging one of his legs between his friend’s. Then he wriggled down the bed a bit so he could press his face against Li Yanliang’s chest and sighed softly.

“Happy now?” Li Yanliang patted his head softly before carefully pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Wang Dayin nodded before pressing himself even closer. They laid in silence for a while. Li Yanliang couldn’t stop thinking about how this is what he had been missing so much for these past few months, how he finally felt whole again.

“I missed you, Dayin,” he confessed quietly. Wang Dayin mumbled something incoherent against his chest, which Li Yanliang decided to interpret as that he missed him too. “Why are you mad at me?”

Wang Dayin shook his head, pressing himself closer again. “Tell me, so I can make sure to never do it again.” Still nothing. Li Yanliang let his hand, that was softly rubbing Wang Dayin’s back, slowly slide lower and lower, until it was on his ass and then he jiggled it softly until it pulled a soft, annoyed giggle out of Wang Dayin.

“Stop it,” he complained after which he sighed deeply and looked up. “You left,” he murmured, “I came to the hospital and you were gone...” He swallowed thickly and the tears were back. “Nobody would tell me where you were, someone said you were rushed out in the morning and never returned. I thought you were dead…”

“You thought I died?” Li Yanliang asked. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit in disbelief. “I just had a broken leg, why would I die from that.”

“I don’t know! You had surgery for it, tons of things could’ve gone wrong,” Wang Dayin grumbled.

“It’s going to take a lot more than a broken leg for you to get rid of me!”

“You’re a jerk for leaving and getting hurt,” Wang Dayin muttered.

Li Yanliang laughed. “And you’re an idiot for thinking I died from a broken leg.”

“Your idiot, though.”

“Mn, my idiot,” Li Yanliang said before pressing a kiss to his lips.

[yourfaceislikeabluemoon]

Suspicious With A Side Of Concern

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Warning: a little cursing and a tad bit of suggestive themes. seriously, just a smidge. this is v mild and v soft

A/N: uhh hi there 😊 it's been awhile heh but it's San's birthday (one of my ults) and I managed to write this! it's probably not that great and it's not edited (bc it's after 5AM 👍🏻) so I'm sorry if it sucks or is full of mistakes, I may come back to it and fix them if there's a lot. but uhh yeah! I love my sweet boy so much and I'm so proud of him and I'm feeling v mushy lately hehe 🤭 and yeah, yeah, I know I’m not funny but I make myself laugh and that’s all that matters right? lol also this is pretty self-indulgent (hmm I’m noticing a theme in my recent works haha) but I hope you enjoy it anyways! happy birthday Sannie!!! I love you to the moon and back ❤️❤️❤️

San was suspicious. And a little concerned, too. The kind of 'suspicious with a side of concern' that can make feelings of offense and being forgotten crop up. In other words: not good. And what time could be worse to feel 'not good' than the days leading up to your birthday?

OK, so that clearly was not your intention when you had initially conjured up your plan for your, frankly, rather significant and audacious gift for San's birthday this year. Typically, you go all out with anything you get or do for San because he's just fun to spoil like that. Like in past years, you'd taken him on mini vacations or got him lots of small gifts and gave them to him over a period of a few days. And you always spent the entire week celebrating, not just the day of. So, logically, if you had actually formed a plan instead of just devising the end result of said non-existent plan, maybe you would have thought of how San might react to things being so different than years past. But 'foresight', what's that?

When you noticed San was more moody and petulant than usual, you tried your best to make things seem as normal as possible, not wanting him to catch on to your surprise. You had found him pouting at the kitchen table late one night, a few days before his birthday. "Sannie, baby. It's three in the morning, is everything OK?"

"Are you mad at me?" he blurted out unexpectedly, not answering your question. When he saw your confused expression, he continued, "I mean, did I do something wrong? Something to upset you? I swear it wasn't intentional and I'm sorry that I don't know what it is. I-"

"Of course not, babe!" you cut him off, "I was just worried because I rolled over in bed and you weren't there when I tried to cuddle up to you. But what makes you think that I'm mad at you, lovebug?"

You slid into the seat next to him as he sighed deeply. "I don't know, I just… God! This is gonna sound so stupid and selfish and spoiled!" Taking his hand in yours to silently reassure him, you squeezed his fingers slightly and softly rubbed your thumb along his knuckles. He took a deep breath before he tried to explain himself, "Umm, this whole week has been different than other years? Like, usually we do lots of stuff for my birthday and this year we haven't done much of anything and I'm not complaining because it's not that I expect a lot of presents or a vacation or something and I haven't said anything because I don't want to sound spoiled or like I think I'm entitled to a lot of big, expensive things, it's just that I'm not used to it I guess and I think it's making me feel like I did something wrong to upset you so you aren't treating me like you usually do as some sort of punishment, not that I think you'd actually do that to me because you're the sweetest thing in the world and I know you love me and I love you so much and I just-" San let out a frustrated groan and dropped his head to the table with a loud thud. He sighed again and lowered his voice to almost a whisper, "That did not come out like how I wanted it to."

The gears in your head were turning as you stared fondly at your boyfriend, a small, sad smile curving your lips. You felt horrible that San thought you were upset with him because, after all, that's the last thing you want. San and his happiness and contentment is the most important thing in your life. You also weren't sure how you were going to explain yourself without revealing the secret you were working so hard to conceal. Winging it seemed like the best option at the time since you could tell San was getting antsy about your silence.

"Sannie, can you look at me, please?" you began. When he lifted his head, your eyes found each other's, while your empty hand searched for his. "I'm so sorry that I made you feel like I'm mad at you! I promise you that I'm not even the slightest bit upset with you. You did absolutely nothing wrong -- you're perfect, baby." Releasing one of San's hands, you reached up to gently push away some stray hairs that had fallen into his eyes before running your fingertips across his pretty cheekbone. "You should know that none of what you said sounded stupid or selfish or spoiled. We've built up a sort of routine and a sudden change to that can be kind of disorienting. You have every right to be confused and I'm not going to make up excuses for how different things have been the past few days, I won't do that to you. In all honesty, I've been preoccupied and a little distracted. But I'm sorry that I let that get in the way and I promise that it won't happen anymore. And I'm so sorry that I've already made this your suckiest birthday ever and it's not even your actual birthday yet! That's definitely a new record for me, ruining something before it even happens." You mumbled the last part, ashamed at yourself and silently hoping San wouldn't hear that bit.

He let out a small chuckle that sounded much closer to normal San, easing your worry slightly. "It's not sucky and you didn't ruin anything, which by the way, you know I don't like when you put yourself down like that," the evident pout in his voice faintly reddened your cheeks with embarrassment despite the fact that he wasn't even scolding you. You whispered a quiet apology and San brought your left hand up to place a kiss on your knuckles. "You said you're preoccupied and distracted but I'm not going to press because I know you'll tell me when you're ready." When you thanked him, he tilted his head and looked at you with pure adoration and you felt his gaze travel over the planes of your face. "Thank you for understanding me, even when my words are messier than all us boys in white shirts eating wings with no napkins."

Trying, and failing to keep a straight face, the two of you dissolved into fits of giggles. "I thought you were going to be romantic or something but you said that and-" you cut yourself off with another loud laugh and shook your head, smiling endearingly. "I love you, cutie! But you're saying weird things so I think we should head to bed. Not that sleep will actually help you but we can always try." San shoved your shoulder as you stood before scooping you up in his arms and peppered kisses all over your face.

San had been in a great mood the morning of his birthday, considering he had woken up to you bustling about the kitchen making his favorite breakfast while wearing nothing but his oversized t-shirt. Strong arms and the frigid tip of San's nose against the junction between your neck and shoulder startled you, causing you to drop the spatula in your hand. He giggled softly at the small squeak you let out in surprise and squeezed you a little more snugly into his broad chest. "Mornin'," he mumbled against your skin.

"Hi," you chuckled as you shrugged him off to bend down to pick up the utensil that had fallen on the floor. You knew he was pouting when he had to let go of you and you could easily imagine the smirk that made its way onto his handsome face as he came up with his next idea, smacking your ass before you stood back up to place the dirty spatula in the sink.

You gasped in false offense, "How dare you!"

"Well, when you look like…" San gestured at you, his stare sleepy but very interested, "That, can you blame me?"

"I most certainly can! No 'Good morning! Happy Birthday!' kiss for you, mister!"

The pout returned to his face and damn, you're really weak for that pout. You sighed exasperatedly and threw your arms around his neck. "Good morning! Happy Birthday!" you announced with feigned emotion before pecking him on the lips and making an attempt to return your attention to breakfast. San had other ideas. He let out a sort of growl before effortlessly tossing you over his shoulder and strutting back towards your bedroom. "Wait!" you shouted weakly on account of San's shoulder uncomfortably pressed against your diaphragm, "Breakfast is gonna burn!" He paused in his stride, seemingly to try to decide on what to do, before turning and rushing to the stove to switch it off and then made a beeline for the mess of pillows and blankets he had left only moments before.

That afternoon, San was sprawled out on the sofa, a dreadfully bored look etched into his features as he flipped through the channels. Finding nothing to watch, he switched off the TV and turned to stare at the ceiling. The oscillating fan sat on the small end table next to the couch ruffled his hair and thoughtfully provided an awful high-pitched squealing sound as background noise for the otherwise quiet living room. Nervously staring at the clock on your phone while draped over a chair opposite the couch, your mind was racing to come up with an excuse for leaving the house a few minutes later. You had an appointment to keep aka "The Plan". Making a disgruntled noise, you pushed yourself out of your seat and made a command decision on what to say, "Uhh, I'm gonna go to the store to pick up some stuff for umm, for later." Failing miserably at sounding natural, you gestured toward the door and faced it.

"Ooh!" San shouted and you heard rustling like he was getting off the couch. "Let me come! I'm so bored."

You couldn't help the mischief that made itself evident over your features as you turned back around. "But coming along will spoil the surprise, don't you think?" Pleading puppy dog eyes and his cutest pout decorated San's face in response. "Nuh uh, not even that will work on me today!"

Sam's expression morphed into a combination of astonishment and amazement as he plopped back down onto the sofa, "Shit, this is serious if not even the pout can sway you!"

You nodded ruefully, "It's a special day."

Ping! A message came through on your group chat with the boys, made specifically for this plan and thus excluding San, and when you went to read it, you heard San mumble under his breath but couldn't quite make out what he said.

Joong-bug: outside with Woo! let's goooooo!!

Several more text alerts sounded off and San eyed you suspiciously.

Woo 🐻: C'MON I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!! Joong-bug: aaaaaand this is why he's forbidden contact with 'The Target' until 'The Plan' is complete… You: Be down in a minute! Joong-bug: hurry up!! he won't stop whining and pouting 😣 Mingo Mango: getin' ready 2 bust the door down now 😈 You: Jongho, I'm trusting you to keep them from breaking things Hulk 🍎: You have my word 👍 Yeo-Yeo: Pfffft like that means anything 😒 Y'know: hey, i asked you to chop vegetables!! why are you on your phone?? 😡 Yeo-Yeo: You're on yours! Mars: ……….help

Suddenly, you could hear two rather loud voices outside, gradually getting louder as they made their way to your front door. "Ah, you're in luck, sweetpea! Here comes your entertainment now!" Without giving Mingi the opportunity to "bust the door down", you quickly threw it open and in he stumbled with Jongho trailing more gracefully behind him, chuckling. San's face lit up in excitement and he bounced gleefully over to his friends. Mingi shouted something about playing ball and San whooped in agreement, causing you to chuckle fondly as you snuck out the door they had just come through since your boyfriend was already well and truly distracted.

Hongjoong and Wooyoung quickly came into view as you made your way down the last of the stairs, the younger hopping around like an over-excited bunny when he spotted you. He called your name loudly and ran to squeeze you and consequently hang off of you, grin bright and eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Hi there, bear," you giggled and squeezed him back before turning to Hongjoong. "You said he was whiny but you didn't mention he was extra clingy, too." No hint of annoyance in your voice, Wooyoung nuzzled into your shoulder and sighed happily.

Hongjoong shrugged, smiling affectionately at the younger, "I thought it was to be expected."

"It is a little hot for cuddles though, Woo," you told Wooyoung honestly and he nodded in agreement, letting go and scurried towards the parked car, screeching about being late. Hongjoong shook his head as he watched Wooyoung abruptly fling the door open and sit in the passenger seat, eagerly bouncing in place and urging the two of you to hurry up. "Everything all set?" you asked the older as you walked side by side to the car.

Rascality twinkled in Hongjoong's eyes, "Yep! All the stuff is either in the back seat or the trunk, ready to go!" You smiled and scrunched your nose at him before you both joined Wooyoung in the car and headed off to your destination.

A couple hours later, the three of you returned to your house, San's birthday gift sat on the back seat next to you. Wooyoung was animatedly squirming in his seat, teeth clenched together in a wide grin in an effort to suppress his squeals of joy. "Good grief, Woo! It's gonna be somewhat of a let down if you're more excited about this than San ends up being," you teased him fondly, reaching for your phone to get updates from the group chat.

You: We're back!! 🤭 Yeo-Yeo: Lemme guess, Woo's about to piss himself from excitement You: 😂 correct. Update on 'the Target'? Hulk 🍎: 'The Target' is about to get in the shower, Mingi and I will head down now Y'know: you can't just leave him!! you gotta at least give an excuse!! Hulk 🍎: You can't see me but I'm rolling my eyes right now. Mingi told him we're going home to shower, which isn't an excuse, it's the truth. We'll just jump in with everyone later 👌 Y'know: you didn't give anything away did you??!! Hulk 🍎: 😒 yes. We told him every detail. Of course we didn't! Mingo Mango: all good! we made it seem like we were leaving 4 the night! told him happy bday and everything 😉 Y'know: … :/ … You: … I'm slightly concerned but alright. How's 'The Plan'? Yeo-Yeo: Yunho is worried out of his mind now but we're cool, just waiting on the cue Mingo Mango: you mean the Q 😉👍 Hulk 🍎: He tripped down a few stairs while he was typing that ^ Yeo-Yeo: 🖕 (deserved) You: Hwa? Still have your sanity? Mars: *sigh* … barely You: You replied so I'm courageously going to take that as a positive. You guys can head over as soon as Jongho and Mingi are ready. I'll text when it's good to come up. Yeo-Yeo: OK Y'know: k Mars: yes

Laughing at their insanity and tucking your phone away, you glanced up to find Mingi and Jongho walking towards the car so you got out and attempted to get a little more information. "You guys have fun?" you asked, smiling warmly.

The boys beamed and nodded. "Lots!" Mingi stated, bouncing on his toes energetically.

"San seemed really happy so that felt," Jongho paused and rubbed at the back of his neck, "Nice." You felt your heart squeeze a little, knowing just how much San loved and valued the boys no matter what. "And we didn't break anything, just like I promised!" Jongho added proudly, puffing out his chest a little.

You ruffled his hair fondly before yanking your hand away in disgust, "Ick! So sweaty! Go shower! I'll see you two in a bit." The youngest laughed brightly and gave you a wave before heading off with Mingi offering a salute and stumbling after him. Making your way around the car, you opened the car door and gathered the gift into your arms. "I owe you two," you smiled and Hongjoong shook his head and chuckled. "Thank you!" Wooyoung giggled as you resituated the present in your grasp. "Don't forget the rest of the stuff when you come up later, please!" Hongjoong gave you a thumbs up and you shut the door with your hip before making your way up to give your boyfriend his surprise.

Unlocking the door and being as quiet as possible entering the house in an effort to sneak up on San was quite difficult but you managed. Luckily, he had his back to you, actually sitting normally in a chair for once and humming softly to himself. Stifling a giggle with your hand, you brought everything inside and shut the door, impressed with yourself at how quiet you were and hoped the gift would be just as silent. Slipping your shoes off to avoid more noise, you took one gift in each hand and tiptoed toward San.

You instinctively held your breath as you neared your boyfriend and tried not to squeal or giggle. In that moment, you definitely felt Wooyoung's enthusiasm. Right hand gently setting one gift on the top of San's head and left hand reaching around the phone in his hands to place the other present in his lap, you heard him gasp in shock. "Happy Birthday, sugarplum!"

The small kitten on San's head let out a tiny squeak of a meow and the puppy in his lap timidly licked at his arm. San tried to say something but all that came out was broken words and stutters. He reached up to pluck the kitten from his head and you helped untangle a strand of his hair from the kitten's tiny claws before he set it next to the puppy on his lap and turned part way around to look up at you. Tears were already falling, the tracks they left glinted in the sunlight that came in through the living room window and his bottom lip wobbled slightly, "Y-you. B-but. What?"

You slowly walked around the chair and crouched down in front of San, beaming and a little teary-eyed yourself at his reaction. "What do you think, Sannie? Does this make up for the difference in these past few days?" He choked out a sob and nodded fervently, lip still trembling as he stared down at the animals clumsily perched on his thighs.

San sniffled and lifted the puppy up to eye-level. It leaned closer to him and licked at the salty streaks on his cheeks. San laughed wetly and set the puppy back down before lifting the kitten up the same way and nuzzling his nose into its soft fur. After admiring them for a few minutes and calming himself down, San glanced at you, "This is what you were preoccupied with?"

You nodded and hummed faintly, "But not just this!"

Your boyfriend furrowed his brow and groaned a little, "There's more? I don't know if I can handle any more! I feel like I've had at least a dozen heart attacks in the last 5 minutes already!" You chuckled adoringly as San pouted at his puppy and kitten, talking to them about how his heart wasn't meant for stuff like that. While he was distracted, you shot a text to the group chat.

You: 'The Plan: Part 1' = ✅COMPLETE! Commence 'The Plan: Part 2'! Woo 🐻: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Yeo-Yeo: 😒 Hulk 🍎: That emoji may imply that Yeosang is rolling his eyes but he's actually staring at Wooyoung with the most fond, loving look in his eyes Mingo Mango: heh Yeo just 🤜 Jongho in the 💪

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, waiting for the boys to come up and actually "bust down the door". Moments later, a cacophony of voices burst through the quiet room as the guys threw the door open.

"Happy Birthday! We brought food!" Yunho shouted as he muscled multiple grocery bags into your kitchen, followed by Yeosang and Seonghwa who were also carrying armloads.

At the same time, Wooyoung screamed, "Babies!" and headed straight for San and the puppy and kitten. The two boys giggled together and fawned over the animals while some of the boys loudly scuttled around the kitchen and the others went to greet the birthday boy and the new additions. You headed into the kitchen to see if you could help with anything.

Seonghwa looked less frazzled than you expected and his kind eyes lit up when they met yours. "Anything for me to do?" you asked him, going over to wash your hands in the kitchen sink.

He gave you a characteristic wonky smile as he bumped your hip with his, "I think you've had quite the day as it is!"

"Me? What about you? You sure have lots of beautiful hair despite dealing with so many children all the time!"

Seonghwa's smile was one of pure reverence, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

You tugged him into a tight hug. "I know," you whispered, "Thank you." Before he could say anything, you pulled away to look him in the eye, "And before you say 'You don't have to thank me' or whatever, thank you. I mean it and you have to accept it or I'll pout." He laughed heartily and nodded, eyes sparkling with joy as he went back to getting food put on the table.

You went around hugging and thanking the rest of the boys for all their contributions to San's special day and then gathered everyone up to sit at the table for dinner. The kitten and puppy played together peacefully and everyone glanced over at them once in awhile to coo at their cuteness.

Chatter was loud and warm, just the way it should be. San absolutely glowed with happiness and at one point when all the boys were laughing and carrying on together, he leaned over to you to whisper in your ear. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"Only every day," you beamed, booping his nose gently.

He giggled and leaned even closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips, "Thank you," another kiss, "Times a million," another, "for making me," yet another peck, "so, so happy," and another, "I love you," and one more kiss. You grabbed his face so he couldn't pull away from the last one but it was a little difficult to kiss when you both were smiling so wide.

A chorus of "Ew!" and "Gross!" and "NOT AT THE DINNER TABLE!" echoed behind you so you reluctantly pulled away, giggling all the while.

"OK, OK!" you held your hands up in defeat before resituating. "Alright, on the count of three," San looked confused all over again but you sent him a reassuring wink. "One!

"Two!

"Three!"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAN!"

[wingedweasel]

Long post is long...about D&D

tl;dr: DM forces a race change on everyone and takes complaining about it too far

I’m legitimately curious to see what people think about all this. 

In one of the campaigns I’m in - a homebrew run by my friend - she has us traveling to a tech based country - think final fantasy settings and such - when suddenly during the night while on an airship, all but Larry the tortle are woken up in debilitating pain and find ourselves forcibly shapechanged(?) into a different race. 

Now, hold on, before anyone gets all up in arms about this, let me explain. 

In this world, Dragons are the be all end all most uber powerful things in existence. They either killed or subdued all other deities or highly powerful beings. There are a few left, but they all literally cower in fear of the Dragons. We can’t even say the word dragon or else we’ll pull the attention on us (think the taboo that Voldemort put on his name). 

Shapechanging has already kind of been established both from something a player has done as well as NPCs. We’ve a warlock (but if the gods are all...shush nobody knows how Eon’s patron works, just deal with it like we do) who’s hair randomly changes and he has a cursed boa that changes anyone who wears it into a flamingo. We use that a lot for both spying and the lols. My character is a homebrew Arachi (race) Prism (class) who can doff his false form as a rather pretty half-elf and go into his true form of ugly scary spider head...thing. There have also been a few NPCs who have either changed their looks via a potion or other magic item so it’s not something that was randomly pulled out of the DM’s ass. 

As I said, we were traveling to Final Fantasy land when we were suddenly changed against our will. All that is except Larry. Larry is a tortle as stated, and is the only animal based race in the group. Later, the DM said that she was debating changing my character as technically he is kinda a spider, but not all the time - Quidam stays in pretty mode because Spider mode is scary. 

So now our awakened slime Glissant is a leonin - still green, but no longer slimy,

The human warlock Eon is a yellow lizardfolk - yellow because of his current hair color,

The arachi prism Quidam is now a tabaxi - i’m a cute kitty cat, yay!

The goliath cleric Albados is a minotaur - he’s in awe that he has hair and doesn’t know what to do with it,

and the tiefling sorcerer Aria is a red loxodon - red as her original skin and her tusks are quite large.

We were asked to roll a d100 a few sessions ago and were told all would be revealed later. That later was our last session. 

Okay, now that that’s out of the way, obviously we are all shocked, confused, and tiny bit mad that our race has changed without our consent. That last part is a given, but the tiefling/loxodon just kept saying “No! I don’t like this. It’s ugly. I want to be pretty. Change it back.” 

I personally think she’s over-reacting a bit, but I do understand. I abruptly left a game many years ago when the DM tried to mess with my back story without my permission, so I know how Aria feels. You have your character how you like it and if anything changes without at the very least prior warning, you get upset. If the DM talks to you before hand and tries to work something out, then that’s one thing, but to suddenly without any warning that this was coming be forced to play a race you don’t want is...frustrating to say the least. 

However, as the DM has stated multiple times, it’s not permanent, nothing really changes about our original character’s abilities except some obvious things like no longer being a slime or having wings. This is just a plot hook kind of thing to get us invested in the new land. Since nobody in the party is from this land, we don’t know what is going on, if this is a curse, some tech mumbo jumbo gone wrong, a Thing(tm) that is just part of the land or what. It’s a mystery that we have to solve because the airship captain who was also shapechanged (but we don’t know what yet since the session ended after we woke up in new bodies) and didn’t say anything about this before hand. This is something that has recently happened to this country. 

Above board, the DM has said that this is a recent development, it’s a curse place on the land by the country’s dragon ruler for ‘reasons’ and that there are multiple ways in which we can change back. She has repeatedly told us that it’s not something that we will be stuck as (unless we want to because again ‘reasons’ she hasn’t said yet). We will go back to normal after we solve the mystery. 

But nooooooooooo, Aria is having a hissy fit about not being pretty anymore. We haven’t had another session yet since we play every other week, but since the last one, the DM - remember who is my friend irl - is feeling like shit because of Aria’s reaction. The DM is getting questioned by the other players and being lowkey (and not so lowkey) insulted for this obstacle, and it may be getting to the point where Aria but also potentially her husband Eon may leave the party. I’m not sure if Eon will leave if Aria does since he doesn’t seem too mad at what happened, but if his wife leaves, he may due to not wanting to upset her....even though he basically plays her character for her, but that’s a different can of worms entirely. 

Am I upset that my character has been changed? Kinda, but not really. Part of it is that I know what’s coming - at least a little since the DM likes to use me as a sounding board for some of her ideas - as well as the DM’s my friend and I know she isn’t going to do something like this just to be a dick. She has a reason, and she’s said it’s not going to be a forever kind of thing. Another part of it is that I got ‘lucky’ and got changed into a tabaxi. I know how to play this race, it was a race I considered playing for this campaign, and I just generally like tabaxi. I mean, they’re basically khajiit, and khajiit like to sneak. The thing about this for me, though, is that I was thinking about either having Quidam be killed off or going full multiclass as something else because the homebrew books on both arachi and prisms have been changed/updated/whatever and I can no longer find the original ones I was using. Therefore, being changed into something else was actually a good thing for me. 

However, Aria is not taking this well at all. She’s - in my opinion - being a bit over dramatic and being super vain about all of this, but I do understand where she is coming from. I get when something happens to your character that you don’t like, you can get super mad about it. But what if this campaign has werecreatures? I don’t know if that’s something that will come up, but if it did and Aria was infected with lycanthropy, would she have reacted the same way? With how she is acting, probably, but I don’t think anyone would have any real sympathy for her since potentially being infected is something that goes hand in hand with werecreatures. Or, and this is something that she has seen happen, what if she drinks an experimental potion gets turned into a different color or loses her hair or grows an extra arm or something? 

On one hand, there is only a small chance that she would get infected or she would have had to knowingly take a suspicious potion, so it would have either been done willingly or the dice may just not be in her favor. 

On the other, Aria seems to be taking this personally all because her character is no longer cute. Seriously? Your fictional character where literally anything can happen to it is temporarily not cute, so you act all butt hurt about it? 

As you can see, I am obviously siding with one person over the other, but mainly I really don’t like how Aria is acting like a spoiled brat and I am the DMs friend, so both of those are tainting my view of this. 

Objectively, or as objectively as possible, who is in the wrong? Is anyone in the wrong? Should the DM have either hinted/outright stated that changing races is/can/will happen and given us a choice to go through with it? Should Aria just ‘suck it up’ since it’s not permanent and she can go back to being a cute tiefling as soon as we break the curse (or whatever it is)? 

[jiwonscologne]

Love is a Triangle

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Pairing: Double B x Reader

Genre: Fluff

- Hmm babe, what's that smell? - Jiwon scratches his eye in a sign of sleepiness - did you get up earlier to make breakfast? - His eyes suddenly get bigger. I look at him surprised by his sudden reaction. - Nooo, babe, I'm supposed to do that! - He hugs me from behind and drops his head on my shoulder while I put the chocolate chip pancakes on a plate.

- I wanted to surprise you two, you're always the one to cook for us in the morning. - I lean my head against his.

- Yeah because we have a system, I cook breakfast, you cook dinner and Hanbin, well...eats. - I turn my head to the side so I can stare at him and smile. I kiss him.

- Yes, but I wanted to do this so don't feel bad about it. - I finish the toasts and drop some blueberries on the pancakes. - Help me set the table. - Jiwon releases me and does as I say.

We finally look satisfied at the beautiful food I just made. Everything looks yummy: the egg toasts, the fruit salad, the pancakes, and the rice with mushrooms. - I'm not used to eat rice, meat, veggies or fish for breakfast since I wasn't born in Korea. And Jiwon doesn't mind American food in the morning either, but I had to make the rice for Hanbin because he never left Korea, so he's used to this kind of food.

- Ok, since the table is ready now, who's gonna wake up Hanbin? - He prepares to answer himself before me.  - Not it.

- Not it! - We say fast. - Damn it. - He said it first so he smiles victoriously.

 I should explain: we never want to have the task to wake our Hanbinnie up because he always goes to bed late when he's working hard. The problem is, we want him to get the rest he needs but he has to go to work early and for that reason, it's hard to say no when he asks to stay in bed for five more minutes which is like every time.

 I approach our bedroom with silent steps and a sleeping Hanbin comes to my sight. Aww, he looks like an angel, this is so hard! I come closer to him and admire his adorable face while petting his hair. I start calling by his name lowly and his eyes start to open very slowly and repeatedly. Oh man, I don't want to wake him up.

- Baby? - He says softly, still trying to open his eyes completely.

- Yes. You have to wake up now. - I'm still talking in a low voice but not as much as before. - I made breakfast. - I say, hopefully giving him the motivation to get up.

- Hmm, you did? - I nod. He looks at me sweetly and then, he stretches, yawns and kisses me before getting up. This was easier than I thought it would be.

 We go to the table and see Jiwon sitting down, on his phone.

- OMG, you did all this? - Hanbin widens his eyes. Jiwon gets startled by his voice and takes his eyes off the little screen.

- You got up already? - Jiwon asks, surprised. I send him a look saying "right?".

- Good morning to you too baby. - Hanbin kisses his head.

- Morning.

We both sit down and prepare to finally eat.

- Everything looks delicious babe. - Jiwon points out.

- Thank you. - I smile.

- I agree, this is amazing! - I smile again. - Wait...you did the mushroom rice just because of me? Aww, babe, I told you before I don't mind eating your food. - We’ve been living together for 3 months and I’ve only made breakfast for them twice, so he’s talking about the last time this happened. - Seriously, I like it. I love to learn about your culture, how you lived before.

I sigh. - Really?

- Yes. - He smiles. - I love to discover new things about you. So no rice next time, alright?

- Wow, next time? - Jiwon asks. - She's not cooking breakfast for us again, look how much food she made! She must've woken up so early to do all of this, earlier than I usually wake up.

- Jiwon it's fine! I told you to not worry about this, I did it because I wanted to. I like to spoil you, boys.

- Aw, I love you, baby. - Hanbin confesses.

- I love you too. - Jiwon answers.

- I love you both.

We start getting ready to go to work when we finish our meal. Our room looked chaotic with various separate clothes of three different people. That is why I require a closet for myself.

- I don't know what to wear! What should I wear? - I complain.

- Clothes? - Jiwon says, careless.

- Why don't you use those beautiful brown shorts you have? - Hanbin suggests.

- Hmm, I don't know, should I?

- Who cares? - Jiwon continues not interested in this kind of conversation.

- I do!

- You look good in anything, just use whatever reaches toward your eyes first.

- No, that's you Jiwon. You look good in everything. - Hanbin smiles at us while dressing his pants. - Okay, I'll wear brown shorts and a white shirt.

- Good choice baby.

 We got into the car so we could all go to work. Jiwon and Hanbin work at YG Entertainment since they are apart of iKON. I, on the other hand, work in a broadcasting station. I came to Korea on a scholarship - thanks to my uncle - and I got this job as a part-time but about a year ago, it became full time since I acquired more important skills.

- Should we stop for coffee? - I suggest.

- No! - Hanbin states. - Absolutely not.

- Why not? Yes, we should. - Jiwon looks at me to support me.

- No, I don't want her to pass her caffeine addiction to you. - Hanbin replies.

- But Jiwon likes it too.

- Then he can go grab some, alone.

- I don't wanna go alone.

- And I want to go with him.

- Then you're not going at all. - Hanbin settles.

- Binnie, don't be like this. - I start pouting.

- Yeah, Bin. - Jiwon does the same. - We want to grab some coffee together. We're already addicted so there's nothing you can do. - Hanbin rolls his eyes and caves. Jiwon and I smile at each other and kiss his cheeks.

- We love you and we know you want the best for us. - Hanbin gives me a "then listen to me" look.

We stop for the coffee after we let the driver know and then, we get to my job's building since it’s closer than theirs. But I bet if mine was farther from theirs, they would drop me off first anyway.

- Okay, goodbye. - I say.

- Have a nice day Summer baby. - I give Hanbin a kiss and following, Jiwon.

- Oh, don't forget your jacket! It's cold at the end of the day. - I almost forgot. I turn around and I give Hanbin a kiss again, thanking him for reminding me.

It's the end of the day, finally. Someone made a comment about my relationship with the boys here at work and since then, I haven’t been able to focus completely. A lot of people don’t understand what it means to be polyamory because society teaches us that true love means two people only. They think we’re just confused or that we're friends with benefits. I don't blame them for not understanding but saying things like "what if he likes him more than you" or "aren't you afraid they'll find someone to replace you?" is really uncomfortable and upsetting.

 When I prepare myself to wrap things up in a sigh, someone knocks at my station's door. It's Jiwon.

- What are you doing here babe? - I give him a kiss.

- I came to pick you up. Are you ready to go? - I find it strange that he's here, normally he only does this when Hanbin...

- Yes, let me just pack my things. - I pack everything in my bag.

Jiwon helps me dress my jacket.

 - Where’s Binnie? - I have this nickname for him since there was a time he wore beanies a lot and they suit him so much I created this name for him considering the name sounds like his. I can’t let go of this nickname ever since.

 - He had to stay at the studio to finish some things. - This was what I was afraid of. It was being a great month of all of us getting home together and having dinner collectively, without someone having late night work, until now. It was too good to be true.

 - Oh. - I try to hide my disappointed face and my heavy exhalation.

 We enter the car and Jiwon asks the motorist to drive us home.

 - How was your day, babydoll?

 I sigh, again. - Somewhat tiring. Yours?

 - Mine too. - He looks down. Something feels off. Did something happen?

 We get home after a 12-minute drive.

 We decide to sit on the couch to rest our heads from our jobs.

  - What if I cook dinner for us since you got up early to cook breakfast? - Jiwon suggests.

  - I want to say no, however, I’m so tired I’m not gonna fight you.

  - Okay. - He gives me a kiss on the forehead and gets up to go to the kitchen to prepare our meal.

  - Summer, it’s ready! - Jiwon screams from the kitchen, after cooking our two people dinner. Considering I didn't respond, Jiwon comes to the living room, to know what's wrong. He watches me almost falling asleep.

  - Babe, the food’s ready. - He says softly. - Why don’t you eat and then go rest with me?

 We eat our chicken ramen in silence. There’s a lot of nights where Hanbin doesn’t eat with us and we kind of got used to it but other times, it doesn’t feel right. I had a pretty long day at work and I just wanted to relax with my two babies beside me, cuddling in bed, but I guess that’s not possible today so I feel a little down. Jiwon looks very tired too and he feels the emptiness that I feel right now. I can see it through him.

 After the meal, we do as he said before.

 - Babe, you look so tired, why don’t you go to bed?

 - No, no, I want to wait for him.

 - Babydoll he’ll probably get home late. - Jiwon says with a sad face.

 - But I want to wait for him, I want to cuddle with you and him by my side.

 - I know but I don’t think you should be forcing yourself to stay awake, you’re tired. And he'll arrive home at 4 am. - Something is off again, I feel it.

 - How do you know?

 - I talked to him, he said he's late in the songs.

 My face changes from doubt to pity.

 - I tried to make him go home but he didn't want to listen to me. He said he was too busy.

 - Did you fight?

 Jiwon sighs heavily, looking down. - Yes.

 - Oh, baby. - I hug him and rub his back.

 - He said he would try to finish early, but I know he's going to be late and get home when we're already asleep.

 My eyes start to get wet, ready to cry.

 - No, no, no don’t cry, it’s okay, I’m here and Bin will be here soon. - He hugs me. Great, I'm such a mess today that now I'm crying.

 - What if we go to bed and I cuddle you for a bit while we wait for him? - I knew what he was doing. I knew I would fall asleep if we did that but I can’t deny that I’m pretty tired and I can’t stay awake any longer, he knows that too, he’s just trying to make me feel better.

   - Okay. - I whip my tears off my face.

   - Okay? Yes, come on.

I felt myself fell asleep after a while so I say one more thing. - Please wake me up when he gets home. - I knew he wouldn’t do it but I had to say it.

⁃    Of course. - Jiwon pets my hair and I fell into a sleep coma.

  Jiwon comes back to the living room to watch some TV since he can’t fall asleep and suddenly, after two hours, he hears keys drop in a plate, so he gets up.

 - What are you doing still awake? - Hanbin asks while undressing his jacket.

 - I couldn’t fall asleep because you weren’t home yet. - He grabs Hanbin’s face when he gets closer and kisses him. - Our babydoll was so tired she fell asleep as soon as I took her to bed. - He smiles. - She wanted to wait for you but I didn’t want her to be up this late, you came so late! It’s friday night Hanbin! - He lets some anger out.

 - I know. I’m sorry, I know it’s been a while.

 - Just don't make promises you can't keep. - Jiwon refers to him saying he would come somewhat early.

 - I'm sorry, Jiwon, you know I have to work.

 - I have to work too but I need you and her too.

 - Please let's not talk about this again, I don't wanna fight more. - Hanbin is tired.

 - Okay, nevermind. But only because you're finally home. - Jiwon hugs him. Hanbin kisses the back of his head. - You probably should apologize to her too, our baby was so sad, Bin, she kept trying to stay awake so she could see you. I think she had a tough day.

 - I feel so regretful, I don’t want her to feel bad because of me. - Jiwon kisses his neck multiple times.

 - Let it go now, let's go to bed.

 Hanbin changes his clothes to a p-jay t-shirt and grey sweatpants after he gets in bed with Jiwon, next to me. One in each side, since I'm laying in the middle. I feel the bed moving when they get under the covers so I wake up. The room is dark but I can still see Hanbin's eyes worried about waking me up unintentionally.

 - Binnie? - I call.

 - Yes, baby. I'm home now.

 - What time is it? - I ask confused. Jiwon looks at Hanbin to stop him from saying the truth.

 - It's almost 1 am. - Hanbin says this while putting the clock down on the table showing it's 4:26 am.

 - 1 am? I'm sorry I didn't wait for you, I was feeling sleepy. 

Hanbin kisses her nose. - It's okay, you didn't have to.

[frickfracksnatchisback]

Loves Makes You Melt (Snatcher x Reader)

Oh wow! I actually managed to post this in the morning, and not late in the afternoon! Anyways, back on the Snatcher fluff again! But this time, I’ve dedicated this fluff to @ahatincrime! (A lovely headcannon of their’s inspired me to make this, and it’s here unless you don’t want to spoil yourselves! But seriously check out their blogs, they’re amazing)

Enjoy your healthy dose of Snatcher fluff! ;3

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You were a very lucky person to be with someone like Snatcher. Extremely lucky, in fact. Nobody else seemed to be such a perfect fit for him, except you. You calmed him whenever he was upset, made him happy when he needed it most, and, overall, showed Snatcher a side of himself that he didn’t even know was there. You helped him become more open to love, by being there at his side every step of the way. And you were more than glad that he chose you to be his soulmate.

And Snatcher felt he was just as lucky to have you as his soulmate! As much as he didn’t want other people to see, he really did have a soft spot for you. At first he thought the idea of finding love again seemed like a waste of time, not to mention seemingly impossible for someone like him. Yet you proved him wrong, by being the first person he had ever cared about in a long time. And whenever you two were alone, Snatcher couldn’t help but boast about how perfect you where. You were the only one who got to see his affectionate side.

And lately, Snatcher had been showing that side of him a lot more often.

The date you were having at the moment was a prime example of that. Snatcher had decided to take you up to the very top of his tree home, to sit on the giant mushroom, so the two of you could star-gaze. Which was a bit odd, as you would kind of expect this sort of thing from Moonjumper. He always seemed to be obsessed with the moon, stars, and whatnot (go figure). But it turns out that Snatcher seemed to like it just as much! He’d point out the constellations and stars, trying his best to recall them from memory. He must have taken an astronomy class at that academy he sometimes mentioned. At least, that’s what you figured.

As you both sat next to each other on the glowing mushroom, you couldn’t help but notice how lovely the night sky looked. With such a clear view, the entire sky looked like it was full of glittering stars. Occasionally, a few dark wispy clouds would sail on by (and you would giggle as Snatcher would complain about it every single time), but other than that the sight was spectacular. And despite the odd choice of date, you two were actually having fun!

“Look! Found one!” Snatcher says as he nudges you, for the third time in a row. He points up to the sky, and you can barely make out a small blue star.

“Ooo! What’s that one called?” you ask him, truly eager to know. He takes a moment, tapping the surface of the mushroom and thinking hard. But after a few seconds, he recalls the name.

“Lyra’s Tear!” Snatcher boasts loudly, quite proud of himself. You “ooh” and “ahh” at his ability to name the star, but you tried not to oversell it. “Quite a tragic story that comes with that one! Now if only I could remember it...” he hums to himself in thought. But eventually he just shrugs, not looking to finish that statement. You look back up at the sky, and one of the stars catches your eye.

“What about that one?” you ask him, pointing to the big red star you found. Snatcher takes a moment to try and find where your pointing at, before letting out an excited gasp.

“That’s it!” he exclaims loudly, nearly making you fall over. You let out a small yelp as you barely manage to catch yourself. “Oh, sorry!” Snatcher apologizes, trying to help you up.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You tell him, but Snatcher insisted on sitting you back up straight and dusting you off. “So, you were saying?” you ask him to continue, genuinely curious over what he was so excited about.

“Hm? Oh, right!” Snatcher chuckles a bit to himself, before pointing back up to the star. “That one would be Galvar the Brave! And I just happened to remember the story that comes with that one!” he seems excited, hoping that you’ll ask him for more on the subject.

“Really? Tell me!” you say, showing your curiosity to him. But he takes a moment to stare at you, before letting out a deep laugh.

“Oh, I don’t know if should. It’s a rather gruesome tale...” Snatcher has a smirk on his face, pretending like he didn’t want to tell you. But you know his little tricks by now, and roll your eyes at him.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle it.” you say, before reaching for his hand. “C’mon! Tell me already!” you insist, tugging on his clawed hand. For a moment, you see Snatcher’s surprised (and slightly flustered) face once you hold his hand. But it quickly disappears, as that same evil grin returns on his face.

“Oh well, if you insist!” Snatcher lets out a hearty laugh, before clearing his throat.

He proceeds to tell you about how Galvar the Brave fought against a huge monster plaguing a small village, leaving his beloved lady behind. You still keep a hold onto his hand as he tells the story. He seems to notice, giving you a quick glance and a flustered look appearing on his face for just a second. But he doesn’t tell you to stop, and instead goes on. Later into the story he points at two other constellations, saying how one of them was Galvar’s mighty steed and the other the hideous monster.

As he tells you the bloody details of the battle, you find yourself scooting closer to him. He seems to notice this too, but doesn’t move from his spot. Instead, he lets you come closer until you are right next to him. And once you’re there, you wrap your hands around his long arm. This seems to make him stop his story for a moment, with a slight blush growing on his face. And he takes a slight break from his story, softly pushing you into his side and carefully putting his arm around you.

“Did Galvar ever defeat the monster?” you ask him, as you start hugging his side.

“Oh no, he’s totally dead!” Snatcher seems to find this funny, while you’re taken slightly aback.

“Wait, really? Why?” you press on, he must have left out that part.

“Well, you notice how that star is red?” he grins devilishly as he points back to the star, eager to tell you his dark secret. And you nod, though you’re still very confused. “That’s because that’s only his head up there! The monster managed to cut his head cleeeeeean off!” he makes a slicing motion across his neck, so you’ll get the point. “And remember Lyra’s Tear? Lyra was the lady he left behind! She’s crying now that her only love is dead.” Snatcher seems to finish the tale, as he excitedly waits for your response.

But you can only stare, surprised that the story took such a dark turn. But then again, that was Snatcher for you. Despite being dead himself, he could always manage to crack jokes about it. You didn’t quite understand why he did this, but hey, then again you’ve never been a ghost before. And besides, that was one of the things that you liked about Snatcher. He was always unpredictable. Whether it be jokes, stories, or simple introductions, he always had his own spooky twist to add to the mix.

“That’s pretty dark, Snatcher.” you say, somehow managing to laugh at it.

“I know right?! Isn’t it wonderful?” Snatcher cackles to himself.

But you just smile at him, and cuddle up to him like you would a pillow. This seems to cut his laughter off short, with his floof puffing up expectantly. But he doesn’t mind after he sees how peaceful you look. He gives you a warm smile, hugging you closer, before going back to gaze at the stars. And after awhile you look up at him, though he doesn’t seem to be paying attention. But you take in the sight, staring at Snatcher’s happy smiling face. You noticed how beautiful his features looked with the moonlight shining on his face. To you, it was absolutely breath-taking, as you thought about how handsome he looked...

You wondered what it’d be like to kiss him.

You had to mentally pause for a moment. Woah, you thought to yourself. Where did that come from? It was certainly out of the blue, the idea popping into your head so suddenly. And you had no clue how it came across your mind (well, you had some clue). So you shrug it off as just a random thought and try to simply forget about the idea. But then you realized…

Had you ever kissed each other before?

Well, besides kisses on the cheek. That was just something you did on occasion, usually to make Snatcher blush. And Snatcher rarely ever did that back, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t at least once or twice. But you had never really had your “first kiss” together. And the idea of it made your heart start pounding, and your cheeks start to redden. But it also made you wonder...how would that work? Would you even be able to kiss him on the lips? And even if you did, what would it be like? You take a moment to look up at Snatcher, who was still gazing up at the stars. And you feel your heart continue it’s steady thumping as you think about it longer.

Well...it wouldn’t hurt to try, would it?

“Hey, Snatcher?” you reach for Snatcher’s floof, giving it a soft tug. And this snaps him out of his star-gazing, with him looking at you and giving you a smile.

“What’s up?” he gives you his signature grin, though it almost makes you want to bail out. This might be a bad idea, you think to yourself as Snatcher keeps smiling at you. But...he is pretty cute. He wouldn’t be mad if I gave him just a small kiss, would he?

“I want to show you something.” you tell him, deciding to go with the sneaking approach. It was always the best for whenever you wanted to see him flustered. Which, when did you not want to see him flustered? It was so cute!

“Something?” Snatcher asks, a bit skeptical of your actions. But once you give him a nod and a cute smile, he doesn’t suspect you’re being suspicious anymore.

“Yeah...could you come a little closer?” you ask him, a bit nervously. With his height you can’t exactly reach him from where you are. And you really didn’t feel like standing, so have him fall into your trap would be much better.

“Alright, alright.” Snatcher complies, leaning down only a smidge. You frown, as you were hoping he’d come at least a little bit closer to you.

“Maybe a little more than that? Please?” you give him pleading eyes. And Snatcher simply rolls his eyes and leans down only a bit further.

“How’s this?” he says once he’s closer to you. But he’s just too tall, so it’s still not enough.

“Can’t you come all the way down?” you say, getting a bit impatient with him. And Snatcher apparently feels the same, as he lets out a sigh.

“This is going to be a number on my back, you know.” he mumbles under his breath.

“Trust me, it’ll be worth it.” you giggle to yourself, trying to contain your excitement.

“It better be!” Snatcher fusses at you, before leaning down as far as he can. And you move back a bit to give him some space, until he’s right at your level. “Now, what was it you wanted to show m-”

You muffle his words, as you gently grab his floof, quickly pull him closer towards you, and give him a tender kiss on the lips. He jolts, but stays as still as a statue while you kiss him. You expected his lips to be as cold as the rest of him. But oddly enough, you feel a warmth shared between the both of you. And as much as you want to hold the kiss, you finally decide to let go. You look at Snatcher, who’s face is a bright glowing yellow. And you just can’t help but smirk at how cute he is.

“How was that?” you ask him in a soft voice, still holding his face in your hands. But he says nothing, and just stays stiff as a board. “Snatcher?” you call for his attention, starting to get a bit worried. You wave your hand across his eyes, but still no response. “Snatcher, are you okay?” you shake him a bit, hoping you didn’t break him.

And to your surprise, he begins to shrink.

“SNATCHER!” you yell out, as he suddenly starts to melt before your eyes. His body begins to drip, and he immediately sinks right into the ground. He head is the last to melt completely, with it going down with a splash and being submerged in the rest of him. “Oh my gosh, Snatcher! Are you okay?!” you ask over the dark puddle, as you can’t see his face for a moment. You start to panic, you didn’t expect a kiss to do this to him! But then you see bubbles start to appear on the surface, along with Snatcher’s blushing yellow face re-submerging.

“Y-y-yes, I’m f-fine...” you hear him gurgle, and you let out a relieved sigh. You almost forgot he could shape-shift, which probably would have been a good thing to remember.

“Don’t scare me like that!” you fuss at him, and you see the face in the puddle shrink back.

“Sorry...” Snatcher mumbles, looking away from you. “I guess I just couldn’t keep myself together, huh?” he looks back up at you to give a weak smile. And despite the odd circumstance, you manages to snicker at the joke.

“Pfft, you dork.” you giggle, as you boop a spot in the puddle were his “nose” would be.

“Haha, yeah. That was pretty bad.” Snatcher laughs a bit awkwardly. “Um...do you think you could help me out? I’m stuck.” he asks you, reluctantly. And you try to hold in a laugh, he looked pretty silly when he was just a puddle.

“Sure thing!” you agree, and reach your hand into the puddle. You feel something grasp your hand, and you guess that it must be Snatcher’s own hand. You tug with all your might, and start slowly pulling him out of the puddle. And as you do, his form re-materializes back to being solid. He helps you, using his freed arm to push his lower half back up. And with a comical pop, Snatcher’s entire body comes out of the ground and is back to normal. He dusts himself off, before giving you an awkward grin.

“You didn’t answer my question by the way.” you bring it back up, as he makes sure that his body is stable.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t quite catch it earlier. What was it you were saying?” Snatcher says, beginning to tap his fingers nervously.

“How was is? The kiss, I mean.”

“O-oh!” Snatcher face starts blushing again. “It was...nice. Really nice.” he clears his throat, and rubs the back of his head.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” you say, feeling yourself become a little nervous.

“Could...you do it again?”

“What?” you whisper, taken by surprise.

“N-never mind. I was just-” Snatcher begins to stutter, before pausing. He seems to consider something, carefully thinking it over to himself. “Oh, peck it.” he huffs to himself, before coming closer to you and bending down. And suddenly, he lifts you into his arms and picks you up off the ground. You let out a surprised yelp, as he props you up in his arms.

“S-Snatcher, wha-”

“Come here, fool~” Snatcher purrs, using a free hand to bring your face up to his. And just like you did with him, he suddenly gives you a surprise kiss. Only this time, he holds it for much longer. But you don’t mind in the slightest, as you try your best to wrap your arms around his neck. You both share the warmth in the kiss, with Snatcher starting to carefully run his claws through your hair. But eventually he lets go, slowly parting his lips from yours. You take a moment to stare at him, completely dazed.

“You could’ve just asked first...” you laugh, as you feel your face growing hot.

“Oh, I’m the one who should have asked?” Snatcher teases you, as he goes to ruffle your hair. And you can’t help but giggle to yourself as he messes up your hair. But after he stops you smile up at him, giving him a loving look.

“I love you~” you sigh, trying to come up closer to him, just to kiss him one more time.

“I love you too...” Snatcher seems to notices, as he shifts you up so you two can meet.

You both kiss each other again, just a small peck on the lips this time. And then you find yourself laying your head onto Snatcher’s floof, cuddling your face into it. He purrs steadily, cradling you close to him so you’ll be comfortable. You feel a sudden movement, and realize that Snatcher is taking you back down into his home. He keeps his hold on you, as he slowly floats down into his home. There is surprising warmth in his cozy home, and you find yourself letting out a tired yawn.

“Feeling sleepy, love?” Snatcher asks you quietly, once he sits you both down in his armchair.

“Mhm...” you mumbled sleepily, nuzzling into his softness.

And upon hearing this, Snatcher summons a large fluffy blanket to wrap around the both of you. He tucks you in the most though, making sure you are comfy as can be. Then he starts to hum a soft tune for you, like a lullaby, to put you to sleep. And it doesn’t take long before you close your eyes and slowly drift off. Snatcher doesn’t join you just yet, he just simply watches over you as you let out quiet murmurs. He almost sheds a tear over how peaceful and calm you looked, just resting against his chest. And after a few hours, slowly but surely, he joins you in quiet slumber.

And he happily dreams about his soulmate, who he is so very lucky to have.

[eulerami]

ultimate nacho: ALL THE Qs for the handsomest man 8)

YES thank you, and again:

THIS WAS HELL TO FORMAT

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

No, he doesn’t. I doubt he has since he was maybe 6.

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

His house is full of plants in SR1, and in SR2 he does have them at his permanent residence in the Red Light district. Just a bamboo here or there, or something. A fern. He can care for a pet, and has his English bulldog César, whom is very well-trained, spoiled rotten, and well socialized.

As for children–no. I can’t picture Nacho ever being a parent, or even babysitting. Not because he dislikes kids, but because he would just plop them down in front of an Xbox for 15 hours and let them eat junk.

Or, say, “Ey chiquillos, wanna’ go burn some shit??? That’s what ya’ll like to do, right???”

Ask them to describe their love interest.

“My pececito–brown eyes, hair like this,” he gestures, parting his own hair behind his ears, “honey-colored, always everywhere. Smile’s a little broken, kinda’ shy, but it’s the warmest thing. Won’t let nobody see. Thinks I don’t, but I do.”

Do they look good in red?

Absolutely. He actually looks horrible in purple and never stops complaining about it.

The Saints leader that wears Earth Tones; terrible.

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

He gives a speech whenever it’s necessary to pull the Saints together for a MO. He tends to be fairly quiet, and is accustomed to doing things himself. He likes to get to know people individually, to keep it more personal, so a huge speech is rarely needed.

When he does, though, it’s definitely for a full assault, which would require everyone to be on thesame page at the same time–and quickly.

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

I feel like he would take advice from everyone, really; his ear is alwaysopen to some extent. However, the only two characters that he would infallibly listen to advice from is Julius and Troy.

For both games, the character he absolutely would not listen to advice from is Johnny, lol.

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Humble, hard-working, passionate.

“Awesome, sexy, badass”  

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Intriguing if he’s interested. Otherwise he gets frustrated. (I feel like he kicks ass at math???)

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

Oh yes, but only to make people smile, really. He’ll baby-talk his car when it gets a boo-boo. The type that would call inanimate things “this one,” “this guy” when referencing a thing. Bumps into a table, swears at it, monologues about how hurt he is by the offense–”I thought we had something special,” puts on the drama, etc. He’s a dork.

He starts doing this because, well, Troy does it too, and it makes him laugh. He picked up on those tendencies.  

What age do they most want to be right now?

The one he is. He’s very present-minded.

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Save it all. Every dime. He was homeless a long time, so those behaviors don’t stop.

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

He loves romance, yes. The cheesier, the better. I think romance inherently comes with the territory when your first language is Spanish. (Seriously, could get cursed up and down into oblivion and it’ll still sound good.)  

Name one thing their parents taught them.

“Don’t take any shit.”

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

I Think he would. Sitting at home watching B-side horror movies definitely would count toward that, or soap operas, which he does.

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

Anything that doesn’t actively work toward an immediate goal, if it’s business-related, or anything that isn’t fun.

Those are Nacho’s two settings–is it work related? If so, get it done well, and quick. If not, it should be fun, otherwise, fuck off to something fun.

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

His outfit wouldn’t change. He’s reserved in clothing; comfort is important, as well as color and patterns. He might buy a nice pair of shoes, though. Closet full of Timberlands.

Do they like children?

He does, but in the older sibling/irresponsible uncle kind of way. I feel like he’d just be like “they’re kids,” and that’d be it.

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Yeahhhhhh uh, he’s a french kisser, for sure. Like, yeah. If it’s a quick peck, it’s still stupidly passionate–hold the face, take the waist, whole nine yards. He’s a huge romantic.

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

He’d study, and he’s probably practiced before an interview when he was younger. He’s never actually been on an official job interview, though.

More like a “hey you wanna make a couple extra bucks?” kind of situation.

What do they like that nobody else does?

He likes to draw and go fast. He thinks nobody else likes that. (Til he meets dumbass, anyway.)

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

You find out they’re a cop, I mean, probably betrayal. What he considers betrayal depends.

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Yeah he does; and he definitely calls other people pet names or general names, he very rarely uses their first name unless it’s more formal, authoritative, or direct. Güey, vato. Lol, or he finds a feature about the individual that he emphasizes.

Stability or novelty?

Depends on what it is. Stability in home, novelty in experiences.  

Honesty or charity?

Both

Safety or possibility?

Possibility

Talent or effort?

Effort

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

It depends on the situation.

Would they date a fixer-upper?

Notsure if he’d know what that means. He goes after who he’s interested in, and usually the faults are part of the allure. He never wants to shape anyone into anything. He likes them just as they are.

He’d be upset if they changed, honestly.

What recurring dreams do they have?

Sunsets, the desert. Going fast.

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

I don’t think the question of forgiveness is on his mind. It’s all or nothing with that sort of thing; either he does something because he thinks it must be done, or he doesn’t.

Nacho has a very strong set of personalized morals, they’re complex. So…this question is a bit of a n/a.

[miraculouscontent]

MC DjWifi. Seriously. I hate this shipping, it's so boring, has no substance, we literally have no idea why Alya and Nino got together. They need better character development and a few more explorations in their interactions, not just "oh we got locked in a cage and now we're in love". MAKE ME LOVE THIS SHIP

I mean, no guarantees, but I can certainly try???

After they start dating, Nino and Alya are very “aggressively caring”. They don’t really fight exactly (excluding an ongoing conflict), but they loudly banter about things the other did (spoiling them too much, being reckless, accidentally sHOOTING VERTICAL FOOTAGE ARE YOU SERIOUS ALYA). They never really stay mad at each other though, because they know they’re ultimately complaining about things that they either don’t actually want to change about the other (even if it was scary/annoying/crazy in the moment) or were unimportant and small.

Before they start dating is a bit of a longer story…

Since MC Alya had just recently become part of the class at the beginning of “Origins”, she doesn’t know MC Nino at the time.

Once Alya realizes that Marinette likes Adrien and that Nino is friends with Adrien, Alya starts trying to get information out of Nino using friendliness. She doesn’t see a problem with it; she sees it as looking out for Marinette and as a piece of her journalism side. Alya thinks that Nino’s a nice guy, but doesn’t have any real relationship beyond that, whereas Nino thinks that Alya wants to be friends.

“Animan” would be where the drama hits, where Nino realizes (through whatever means; Alya might’ve slipped up) that Alya was essentially using him. This upsets Nino, who genuinely liked Alya (not romantically) and wanted to be friends with her. Alya needs a minute to process exactly what she did wrong (and a little help from Nino; Alya does start out as a naive journalist) but eventually apologizes. Nino did look out for her in episodes like “Lady Wifi”, so she appreciates him.

Nino accepts her apology by the end and Alya asks how she can make up for it. Nino considers, then asks if he can help film akuma fights for some potential experience in camera work (he wants to work in films, after all).

Alya agrees and they start working together. It takes some time to get the chemistry going (they don’t know each other well), but they eventually get into a rhythm. Alya is a little annoyed that Nino’s always running off to help civilians (sometimes he’s just being overly worried about people who aren’t really in danger), but she starts to find it a charming character trait. He even starts saving her from situations too without sacrificing footage (example: if he had been there in “Pharoah”, he would’ve had her hide behind an exhibit but leave the phone propped up somehow so it can keep recording).

They start becoming more friendly. Their dynamic is that Nino protects people, but Alya protects Nino. Nino gets distracted by helping others and is really dumb to when he’s the one in danger (going back to the “Pharoah” hypothetical; Nino would hide Alya, but be dumb and out in the open as he sets up the phone, completely oblivious to how noticeable he is). Alya would eventually learn to be more watchful of herself thanks to Nino’s advice, but Nino is bad at the concept of self-preservation until he gets the turtle miraculous and starts being targeted directly by supervillains.

Their shtick is that they always meet in random places (cafes, parks, benches, etc.) to talk about the footage they’ve captured. Nino takes great pride in cutting down and cropping footage for her. Alya also fangirls out about how awesome he makes things look, which Nino starts finding very adorable.

Of course, since he doesn’t fall for Alya right away, Nino actually continues to crush on Marinette (because who doesn’t love Marinette, honestly), which Alya is understandably conflicted by and isn’t sure what to do about. Doesn’t help that Alya herself might be starting to have feelings for him.

Eventually, Nino does actually confess to Marinette, but she sorrowfully rejects him and wants them to remain friends. Nino figures out that Marinette loves Adrien and sulks for a while, not able to meet Adrien’s gaze. He knows that Adrien didn’t do anything but he’s a little jealous.

Alya takes him out somewhere nice to cheer him up. She does apologize for not telling him, but had been hoping that he’d fall out of it so she wouldn’t have to hurt his feelings.

“I know,” Nino laments. “Marinette was just…really cool. Can’t blame her for loving an awesome guy like Adrien, but…”

Alya watches as Nino slumps on the table, his soda still left abandoned. He’s being pouty, but she knows that he knows that already.

Staring down at her phone, Alya pauses before getting an idea.

She faces the camera towards Nino, exclaiming dramatically, “And here, Ninobloggers, is your star, your hero, Nino Lahiffe!”

Nino glances up half-heartedly.

Alya continues, “Our favorite heroic civilian has fallen under the spell of the terrible akuma called ‘heartbreak’. This guy saves countless lives during every fight, but he tragically couldn’t protect himself from this deadly attack on himself.” She pauses for dramatic effect. When she speaks again, her voice is fonder. “But you, the fans, and I all understand that he’s a true hero. When Nino Lahiffe gets knocked down, he gets right back up again no matter how long it might take.”

Nino’s mouth quirks up into a small smile. Alya turns her phone’s camera towards her and grins.

“And until he does, Ninobloggers, his favorite journalist–me, of course–will be right there beside him. Stay connected!”

Alya lowers her phone. Nino is smiling wider now.

“There’s no Ninoblog,” he points out with a bit of playfulness.

“Well, there should be.” Alya starts typing on her phone and skimming through it. “Besides, there are people who really believe in you.”

Nino frowns, raising a brow skeptically. In response, Alya sets her phone in front of him and turns it towards him.

On the phone is a list of comments, having been brought up by searching Nino’s name. They’re all very positive, the people who made them either claiming that Nino had brought them out of danger, helped them hide, or supported them emotionally.

Nino almost gets choked up over them. He glances back at Alya with a hopeful smile. “Did you mean it when you said I was your favorite heroic civilian?”

Alya fakes offense, placing a dramatic hand to her chest. “Nino, you know me! Have I ever lied to you since we started being friends? I’m an honest reporter.”

She pauses. “Besides, Marinette doesn’t hold my camera for me.”

That gets a chuckle out of Nino.

Alya smiles, then hesitates, faltering. Her hands sink down to her lap. “But, uh, I’m still really sorry about not telling you about Marinette’s crush. I know you’re not mad because I was doing it to protect you too, but I…” The words are hard to admit. “I really messed up before we became friends and I didn’t want anything to make me look even worse.”

Nino sits up straighter, surprised. “You’re still on about that? It’s whatever, Alya. It’s way in the past.”

Alya nods, seeming to accept that. Picking up her drink, she puts the straw in her mouth and takes a sip.

Looking at her, Nino is reminded of how dry his throat is. He picks up his own drink, drinking half of it before being satisfied.

He eyes her thoughtfully. “…So, what about you? You ever got your heart broken? You got a crush?”

Alya nearly chokes on her drink. Nino snorts, amused by how unprepared she was for the question.

Alya tries to maintain a serious expression. “Hey, a good journalist never reveals too much about themself.”

Nino feigns disappointment, though can’t stop his smile. “Bummer.”

“Besides,” Alya continues, “I’m already married to my blog.”

“True,” Nino agrees. He pretends to be distracted by playing with his straw. “My favorite journalist should be dedicated to the truth.”

Alya stares at Nino with surprise, clearly having not expected him to follow up on her earlier line.

For the first time, Nino sees Alya acting sheepish, blushing a very slight pink.

She looks away from him. “…Thanks,” she says, promptly taking another sip of her drink.

Nino smiles fondly.

Maybe it was just the lighting, but he thinks she looks kind of pretty today.

[fourohfourrealitynotfound]

Just for you, I wrote out one of my ideas. I present “Time & Time Again,” available to read below the cut or on Wattpad

Monday was not going to be a good day. Bea realized this fact when she woke up an hour early to the alarm clock that she had forgotten to set for daylight savings. In reality, she had not forgotten so much as she had been focused on other things, like asking out Alison.

Bea had spent the entire weekend fretting about Alison. In the past month, they had both come out to their small friend group. Bea was bi and Alison was lesbian and that was that. They never mentioned liking each other or entertained the idea of going out. What if Alison didn’t want to go out with her? What if Bea ruined their friendship by asking? The thoughts were frankly too much for a weekend of contemplation.

Somehow, she had decided that she would try anyways. So there Bea was, on a cool Monday morning, contemplating her life decisions and seriously regretting her 11 PM resolution to face her fears. In that hour gifted by the early alarm clock, Bea decided that she’d have to do it like a bandaid: ask the moment she first saw Alison and not think about it too much.

-

Bea did not ask Alison out the first moment that she saw her. Nor did she ask Alison out when they walked to class, or in the few minutes they had before class actually began. Thus, Bea was absentmindedly participating in a chemistry lab and devising ways to subtly bring dating into the conversation.

Alison was reading from the lab instructions, pieces of hair falling out of her pony tail. “Next, we need to add five grams of—“

“So I was thinking,” Bea interrupted.

Startled, Alison let an empty beaker slipped out of her gloved hand. It shattered on the ground with a crash that pulled everyone’s attention.

“Girls!” reprimanded their teacher.

“Sorry, butterfingers!” Alison said with a sheepish smile. A few classmates giggled and people returned to their work as the girls got the dust pan and broom to clean up the glass.

“You were saying?” Alison asked when things had mostly returned to normal.

“Oh, never mind me,” said Bea, losing confidence by the second.

Alison playfully elbowed Bea’s arm. “You can’t just leave me in the dark like that, girl!” Bea blushes, but shook her head and murdered that it was nothing.

-

Bea briefly considered asking Alison to go out with her at lunch, bringing it casually into the group conversation like it was no big deal. That notion was rejected as quickly as she thought it, so she ended up just remaining awkwardly quiet at Alison and Cody’s attempts at conversion.

“We should hang out today,” Cody said while swirling ketchup and mustard together with a tater tot. “Play video games or something.”

“We hang out a play video games every day,” Alison complained.

“Yeah, so? It’s a proven favorite. Don’t mess with a good thing.”

It was at this moment that Derek decided to finally show up and join the conversation he set his tray down with a clumsy crash and slid into the chair beside Cody, accidentally knocking over his drink with his elbow. Water dumped into Cody’s lap. He swore and jumped up, punching Derek’s arm in retaliation.

“Whoops, sorry,” Derek said, handing Cody a fistful of napkins. “Sorry I’m late, what’s up?”

Cody dabbed at his jeans and huffed in annoyance but paused to gesture at Alison to fill him in. “Before you so rudely interrupted,” she teased, “we were making plans to all hang out today.”

“You sure you wouldn’t rather go on a date with your girlfriend, then?”

The fact that Cody and Derek had practically been shopping the girls since they came out was something both mortifying and promising to Bea. Her stomach flutter-dropped when she looked over to see that Alison’s cheeks had turned a fire-hydrant red. Bea was somewhat grateful that her own darker complexion hid her embarrassment more.

“No,” Alison said. “We’ll keep on hanging out with you losers for the time being.”

-

Like always, the group of four went to Cody’s house to play video games and eat junk food. Eventually, they got bored of the games and started talking. Somehow, this evolved into a game of truth or dare that Bea wasn’t entirely comfortable with.

“Bea, truth or dare?” Derek demanded.

She shook her head. “Guys, we’re too old for this. Let’s just go back to video games or something.”

“Chicken,” Cody muttered. “Pick or we’ll pick for you.”

“They won’t do anything too bad,” Alison said, “I promise.”

Bea sighed. “Ok, truth.”

“Lame!” Cody cried, throwing a cracker at her.

Derek dramatically tapped his finger on his chin, as if in thought. “Who do you like?”

Of course, he asked the one question that Bea didn’t want to answer. On the one hand, she could use it as the perfect opportunity to tell Alison that she liked her. Or, she could say ‘no one’ and look extremely suspicious. “No one,” she said before instantly wishing that she had just thought of a random classmate.

“Not a good enough answer.” Derek crosses his arms. “You have to like someone.”

“Leave her alone,” Alison said. “If she likes no one, she likes no one. It’s not any of your business.”

The room fell into an awkward silence. Cody eventually tried to restart the game, but it was not the same. Eventually, they decided to head towards home. Silently, Bea wished that their normal group energy would be restored with a good night’s rest.

-

Once again, Bea woke up to an hour early alarm clock. Sighing, she jabbed the buttons until it was set for the correct time and then covered her head with her pillow. Instead of going back to sleep, her brain woke up and started thinking about the previous day.

Bea was quite upset with herself. Of course, she had chickened out of asking Alison out. Of course, she had prolonged her agony for another day. Of course, she would probably spend another day agonizing over asking Alison out and end up not doing it again.

-

By the time Bea got to school, her mood had gone from angry to glum. She met up with Alison and shuffled behind her on the way to class, trying to ignore the pressing issue of her procrastination. Alison must have noticed her strange funk, but she was too kind to say anything about it unless Bea obviously wanted to talk.

It wasn’t until the chemistry teacher announced the was doing a lab that Bea realized something other than her emotions was off. “Didn’t we do this lab already?” she asked Alison after they had begun the instructions.

Alison gave her a strange look with a half smile and analytical gaze that seemed to ask, ‘Is this a joke?’

“Never mind,” Bea said, shrugging off her obvious questions. She pulled out her phone to check the date.

Alison blinked, shrugged, and returned to the instructions. “Next, we need to add five grams of—“

“Ok, that’s weird,” Bea accidentally interrupted.

Startled, Alison let the empty beaker she was holding slip out of her gloved hand. It shattered on the ground with a crash that snapped everyone’s attention to their table.

“Girls!” reprimanded their teacher from across the room.

“Sorry, butterfingers!” Alison said with a sheepish smile. A few classmates giggled and people returned to their work as the she got the dust pan and broom to clean up the glass. While Alison was sweeping up the glass, Bea stood very still with a facial expression that quite resembled a fish. When the other girl finally looked up, she said, “What? It’s just a beaker, no big deal.”

“It’s . . . it’s not that . . .” Bea trailed off until she noticed Alison waiting for her to continue. She gestured for her to finish clearing the mess and putting away the cleaning supplies before continuing. “Alison, I think that I lived this day before. The date, it’s the same as yesterday’s?”

“What, like a time loop?” Alison exclaimed, then covered her mouth and looked around to make sure no one had heard.

“Yes? No? I’m not really sure. All that I know is that we already did this lab and you already broke that beaker. And yesterday was Monday but so is today.”

“That is so cool!” Alison whispered. “What happens next? Wait, don’t spoil it. Or do, if there’s some impending doom I should be worried about.”

Bea studied her face in fascination. Alison was actually excited about the prospect that Bea was reliving her day. Had the other girl simply read too many fantasy novels, or was Bea not as excited as she should be. “I don’t know, maybe I just didn’t have enough sleep last night. I could be totally wrong or crazy or have dreamed yesterday. I’m probably wrong. Just promise me you want tell Cody and Derek, please, I don’t need them bothering me about this on top of everything.”

Alison did not ask what ‘everything’ was. She simply agreed to keep it a secret and, apparently realizing that Bea was not up for talking, returned to their chemistry lab. Bea found herself grateful to have a friend who would act like things were normal just to give her some relief.

-

“We should hang out today,” Cody said while swirling ketchup and mustard together with a tater tot. “Play video games or something.”

“We hang out a play video games every day,” Alison complained.

“Yeah, so? It’s a proven favorite. Don’t mess with a good thing.”

The fact that their usual group hangouts consisted of junk food and video games did not at all help Bea’s increasing feelings of déjà vu. They could honestly have had the same conversation any day, and in fact they had probably already had similar conversations dozens of times. Still, Bea couldn’t shake off the feeling that she had heard these lines before.

Derek showed up late again, slamming his tray down with a clumsy crash as he slid into the chair beside Cody. His elbow accidentally knocked over the other boy’s water, dumping it into Cody’s lap. He swore and jumped up, punching Derek’s arm in retaliation.

“Whoops, sorry,” Derek said, pawing a handful of napkins from the table’s descended to pass to Cody. “Sorry I’m late, what’s up?”

Cody dabbed at his jeans and huffed in annoyance. After a gesture from Cody, Alison filled him in. “Before you so rudely interrupted,” she teased, “we were making plans to all hang out today.” She slid her gaze over to Bea, an obvious question in her eyes. ‘Do we all hang out today?’ Bea presses her lips together, refusing to acknowledge her situation.

“You two are giving each other strange looks,” Derek remarked. “I think they’re planning on ditching us for a date, Cody.”

Alison blushes deeply, just like before, but Bea mostly remained confused. Things weren’t exactly as she remembered them, but they were close enough to make her wonder what was going on inside her brain.

“No,” Alison finally said. “We’ll keep on hanging out with you losers for the time being.”

-

“Bea, truth or dare?” Derek demanded.

Of course, the group had eventually tired of board games and had drifted into truth or dare. With everything that happened, be it changing games or a new truth or dare question, Alison looked to Bea to see if it was the same. She kept her mouth shut and didn’t acknowledge the similarities to what she was now sure had been a dream.

Bea shook her head. “This is dumb. Truth?”

“Lame!” Cody said, holding a cracker and squinting one eye as if he was aiming to throw it at her.

Derek’s eyes met Bea’s. “What is going on with you and Alison today?”

At least it wasn’t the same question as the one from her dream. Bea should have been grateful, but she was still on edge. She shrugged and ate some M&M, attempting to look casual. “It’s nothing.”

“You can’t avoid the question!” Cody squawked, finally throwing the cracker at her.

Derek squinted at Bea, and they had an almost staring contest that lasted about a minute. Finally, he sighed in defeat. “Fine, if you won’t answer that, then tell me who you like.”

Oh, there it was. The offending question hung in the air like a flying elephant: suspended cartoonishly for a moment before crashing heavily. Bea tore her eyes away from Derek’s and sent her gaze into the carpet. “No one,” she muttered, not even trying for nonchalance as her cheeks heated up.

“Derek, just leave her alone. You didn’t have to ask that.” Alison was defending her honor again. “Neither of those is any of your business. This was supposed to be fun.”

-

The next morning when Bea woke up, she had a pit in her stomach at the memory of how the previous day had ended. The normally boisterous friends had left in heavy and angry silence. Alison had tried to talk to her again, alone, but Bea had brushed her off. She still felt bad about it.

Bea jumped when the alarm clock screamed at her. She had woken up early and decided to lay in bed and think, not expecting the alarm to ring for another hour and a half. Somehow, the dumb clock was still an hour early. “Strange,” Bea muttered to the device. “I reset you yesterday, silly.”

The alarm clock kept screaming until she finally turned it off and spent a minute carefully setting it to the correct time. When she finished, she wondered how she could have possibly messed it up the previous day. That’s when Bea remembered her theory about the time loop. She scrambled for her phone and checked the date. It was Monday, November 4th, yet again.

-

“Next, we need to add five grams of—“

“Alison, something weird is happening to me,” Bea accidentally interrupted. Realizing her mistake, she shot her underneath the beaker, somehow catching it as Alison dropped it.

Alison stared at her in astonishment. After a moment, she said, “I have butterfingers and somehow you have a stellar reaction time . . . How did you do that?”

“Well, that’s related to what I interrupted you to say.” Bea took a deep breath, almost wanting to admit something else than what she did. “Alison, I think I’m stuck in a time loop.”

“A time loop?!” she exclaimed, then covered her mouth and looked around to make sure no one had heard.

“We did this lab yesterday, and the day before.” Bea set the beaker down on the table and tapped its side. “You broke this beaker two times because I interrupted you. The past three days have been Monday.”

“That is so cool!” Alison whispered. “What happens next? Wait, don’t spoil it. Or do, if there’s some impending doom I should be worried about.”

“No impending doom,” Bea said. She pushed away the nagging memory of how yesterday had ended. “But I need to figure out how to end it before I go insane. You read tons of this kind of stuff, do you have any idea what the cause could be?”

Alison took a moment to gather her thoughts. In the mean time, Bea kept working on the lab so that their teacher would not get suspicious. “Ok, so, usually when time loops happen, it’s because the person or people aware of the time loop have done something that the universe decides should have been done differently. Did you do anything to offend the universe recently?”

“Well, that’s a tough question,” Bea said with a touch of sarcasm. “What would offend the universe?”

Alison rolled her eyes. “How should I know? Ok, new question. What is something about today that goes differently than our normal days? Other than the fact that it repeats for you.”

Bea shook her head while internally hating herself for telling the white lie. She new exactly what was different, she just didn’t know how to make the group not have their weird fight. Of course, there were plenty of things she could try but she couldn’t narrow them down in her head at the moment. She needed some time to think.

Alison sighed, as if catching on to Bea’s reluctance. “Let’s tell Cody and Derek about this at lunch. Maybe they’ll have some ideas on how to get you out of this.”

-

“We should hang out today. Play video games or something.”

“We hang out a play video games every day.”

“Yeah, so? It’s a proven favorite. Don’t mess with a good thing.”

Derek walked up to the table and dropped his tray down. As he slid into the seat, Bea grabbed a wad of napkins from the dispenser and offered them to Cody, who shook his head in confusion. Before he could ask what she was doing, Derek’s elbow knocked over the drink into Cody’s lap. The drenched boy stood up in surprise and anger before realization crossed his face. “Bea, what the hell?”

“Since when is my name Bea?” Derek asked, reaching to get Cody some napkins before he realized that Bea had already grabbed them.

“Not you! She offered me napkins before you so rudely dumped water on me. Are you psychic, or something, all of a sudden?” Cody laughed, as if the idea was preposterous.

“Yeah, she did something similar to me today, too,�� Alison added. “Bea has something to tell you guys.”

Cody’s jaw dropped, and his eyes darted to meet Bea’s. “Please don’t tell me you’re actually psychic.”

“Please do,” Derek said, with intrigue.

Bea blushed when she realized that all six eyes were on her. “I, uh . . . I think I’m stuck in a time loop?”

The boys made sounds of shock and disbelief. “It’s real, guys,” Alison said. “She saved a beaker that I didn’t know I was going to drop. She told me right before we came in the cafeteria that you were going to spill the water, Derek.”

“You’re playing a prank on us, aren’t you?” demanded Cody. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not!” Bea protested.

“I don’t think she’s lying,” Derek said quietly. “It’s Bea, she wouldn’t play a prank on us, Cody. Besides, I know her lying face and this isn’t it.”

Bea didn’t like the fact that Derek knew her well enough to tell when she was lying. He could very possibly know that she liked Alison and have just kept on teasing her for the fun of it. Or was he trying to use the teasing to get her to admit her feelings? She didn’t want to think about it, so she didn’t.

Cody analyzed her face for a moment before giving up. “Ok, I believe you. But what do we do about it? What have you tried to stop the loop?”

“Nothing so far,” Bea said. “This is only the third iteration. I’m still trying to pinpoint the exact cause.”

“There’s nothing big that happens today that you’re not telling us about?” Derek asked.

Alison shook her head. “She already told me that there’s no impending doom.” Bea was silently thankful that she would not have to tell that lie in front of the far more observant Derek.

“I think that I’ll just let today play out like it was going to,” Bea said. “Since I saved the beaker and told you guys about the time loop, that’s two things that I’ve changed to see if they worked. If not, I can try again.” She didn’t want to think about what she’d have to do if saving a simple beaker was not the answer. She didn’t want to think about the very likely solution that she had been avoiding. Bea glued her eyes to the table in an attempt to avoid revealing these worries to her friends.

The others agreed with her decision, and the table lapsed into a comfortable silence. Cody scooped his ketchup-mustard combination up with a tater tot and popped it into his mouth. “So, do you guys wanna hang out today?”

-

Bea actually sighed when Cody once again suggested that the group play truth or dare. The others looked at her in mild concern. “Sorry, I’ve just played this game two times before. I won’t protest, I know you’ll make me play anyways.”

Their gazes lingered a moment more, but they soon moved on to playing the game. A few minutes later, it reached Derek’s turn. “Bea, truth or dare?”

-

When the alarm clock screamed at her at 5 AM instead of 6, Bea let out a scream-growl of frustration. She sat up, unplugged the device, and threw it into the laundry basket beside the foot of her bed. She laid back down and curled up, pulling the blankets over her face as tears began to spill out of her eyes.

Of course. Of course saving an empty glass beaker was not what the universe was bending time for her to complete. Of course the only way for Bea to end Monday, November 4th was to face her fear and ask Alison on a date.

Time and time again Bea had tried to gather the courage, but time and time again she had failed. This time, there was no room for indecision. She had to do it, because the universe was going to drive her insane in a single Monday if she did not.

-

When she marched into school, she had a very specific task in mind. Bea followed Alison to chemistry in silence, planning the best way to phrase her request without sounding too awkward. She debated whether or not to tell Alison about the time loop first, but she did not want the other girl to feel pressured by the universe. Instead, she decided to keep her problem a secret for what was hopefully the time loop’s final iteration.

Bea studied Alison from the other side of the lab table. Pieces of her blonde hair were falling out of her pony tail as she leaned over the instructions, tracing her finger along the words. Bea felt the butterflies in her stomach crawling their way up her throat as she anticipated finally saying what she wanted to say. For a brief moment, she considered backing out; then she remembered the lengths that the universe was going to for this. Remembering the step of the lab that was coming up, she moved to stand beside Alison on her side of the table.

“Next, we need to add five grams of—“

“So I was thinking,” Bea interrupted, darting her hand out underneath the beaker. The glass fell into her palm just inches below where Alison had held it.

“Whoops, butterfingers,” Alison blushed. “You . . .” She picked up the beaker and placed it safely on the table, accidentally brushing their hands together. “You, uh . . . You said you were thinking?”

“Yeah,” Bea said, shuffling back a step to give herself some room. “I was thinking that maybe we could go and get some ice cream, after school?”

“Oh, yeah! That’s a good idea.” Alison’s face brightened. “We’ll ask the boys at lunch.”

“I was actually thinking . . .” Bea considered backtracking, but it was too late now. Her face was burning. “Maybe just, you and me?” She was going to add ‘like a date,’ but decided against it.

Alison grinned. “I’d love to! Who needs those losers anyways?”

Bea smiled, the butterflies in her stomach content to calm down for the time being.

-

Cody’s ketchup and mustard swirled together into a pleasing orange color. “We should hang out today. Play video games or something.”

“You suggest that we hang out and play video games every day,” Alison teased.

“Yeah, so? It’s a proven favorite. Don’t mess with a good thing.”

“Actually,” Alison said, carefully. “Bea and I already have our own plans for today.”

“What now?” Cody leaned forward abruptly, shooting his elbows out and sending one into his water cup. The drink spilled all over Derek, who was just then sliding into his seat.

“Cody!” Derek cried, jumping back up.

Cody threw a wad of napkins in Derek’s directions. “Take your napkins and shut up, Alison and Bea are going on a date!”

Derek’s eyes shot to the girls’. “They finally admitted their feelings for each other?!”

Bea hid her face in her hand as Alison backtracked. “I never said it was a date, I just said that we have our own plans.”

“You don’t want to hang out with your best friends in the entire world?” Cody mock-pouted.

“Video games or ice cream? I choose ice cream.”

“Ooh, Derek!” Cody’s grin practically split his face in half. “We can spy on their date. Or crash it.”

“And what, make it a double date?” Bea teased. Sure, she was slightly admitting that it was a date, but she had to take the opportunity to make the joke.

“Nah, I’d rather play video games,” Derek said, still smiling. “It’s fine, Cody, we don’t need them anyways.”

-

They bought their ice cream and went to a nearby park to walk and eat while enjoying each other’s company. The conversation was light chatter about their classes and their hobbies and such. Overall, Bea was quite happy. About an hour later, when they were sitting on a park bench, they drifted into a few moments of pleasant silence. Alison cautiously broke it, asking, “What is this?”

“What . . . What do you mean?” Bea asked, knowing perfectly well what Alison meant.

“I mean . . .” Alison paused to adjust her position, curling her legs halfway under herself so she could sit facing Bea with her arm on the bench’s back. “Is this a date, like Cody and Derek were saying?”

“That depends: what do you want it to be?” Bea fought valiantly to keep the tremor out of her voice, but there was nothing she could do about the anxious drop in her stomach.

Alison thought for a moment, staring into Bea’s eyes. “I would ask you the same thing, but I get the sense that you would say you wanted it to be a date. Or rather, you wouldn’t say it but you’d mean it.”

“You’re not wrong.” Bea tore her gaze away from those hazel eyes and turned her head away to watch a dog walker pass them. “Honestly, Alison, I like you. Like, a lot.”

Bea felt a cool hand against her burning cheek as Alison turned her head back facing her. “I like you too,” she giggled. “Like, also a lot.”

Bea raised an eyebrow and put her hand over the one on her cheek. “So this is a date then?”

“I’d say that it is.”

-

The alarm finally, blissfully, did not scream at Bea until 6 AM. She scrambled to check her phone and was delighted to find that it said the date was Tuesday. She first pumped into the air and opened her messages to text Alison good morning, but this time with a small red heart accompanying the words.

She had done it. Somehow, the universe’s time-twisting intervention gave her enough courage to finally ask out her crush. Now, she had a girlfriend.

When Bea got to school, she wrapped Alison in a crushing hug. “It’s nice to see you, too,” she laughed.

“I’m just really happy it’s not Monday,” Bea said, deciding not to give any more explanation than that.

“Why? Yesterday was the best day, because my girlfriend asked me on our first date.” Alison’s face was almost blinding with how bright her smile was when she said the word ‘girlfriend.’

“Five bucks says that Cody will do a spit-take when we finally tell the boys, if we time it right.”

“Ten bucks says he’ll throw food at us for not telling them right away instead.”

“You’re on.”

The two girls walked to chemistry hand in hand for the first of many times.

[fireflysummers]

Delta Rune: Addendum

People have asked me if my opinions have shifted at all in light of Toby Fox’s FAQ.

The answer is yes and no. 

Also, I’ve gotten a fair amount of...unasked for feedback on my other post, which was mostly just my own musings and opinion? So I might as well just kinda...address a bunch of things here, based on a couple observations over the last 48 hours.

What People Didn’t Like (And Why)

The Repetition of Plot Elements from Undertale in the Dark World

This one’s pretty common, and very justified given that, when the demo first launched, we had no idea that it was a demo. For all we knew, it was some kind of finished product. 

Although I didn’t want to believe that this is the case, it’s not uncommon for creators to accidentally fall into a sophomore slump of sorts, where under the pressure of measuring up to their freshman fame, they end up creating something dull and uninspired. 

Despite that, there wasn’t any level of self-awareness that indicated that the Dark World was supposed to be a cheaper version of Undertale. And then it ended by falling into the “it was just a dream” trope (not entirely, but close enough), which is one of my least favorite tropes, so I was just turned off altogether. 

The Battle System

I didn’t really enjoy the new combat system (that’s definitely a personal thing though...turn-based jrpg games have always been a struggle for me, and I straight up don’t have the time for the strategy that it often takes). That aside, Fox himself admits that the system is rough and really unbalanced.  

Also, I get the sense that he wants to bring home that theme of your choices mean nothing, but isn’t exactly sure how to do that yet, which explains a lot of the issues with ACTing in the demo.

Even after he gets it fixed up, I’m not sure I’m really going to enjoy the battle system, although I do commend him for his creativity and the attempt to integrate Undertale’s bullet hell into a turn-based game style.

Underdeveloped Characters

This one I can forgive almost entirely, by nature of it being a demo rather than a finished piece of work. I can relax my criticism of the Dark World NPCs as a result.

That said, I still failed to really feel anything other than aww...cute a couple of times (usually as Ralsei)

Oh, that and a shit ton of existential horror at Undyne and Alphys not knowing each other, the world being generally indifferent to whatever made Susie the way she is, and that everybody is turning a blind eye or actively punishing Asgore for some unknown crime. 

But I’ll talk about that a bit more in the next section.

The Vague Relation to Undertale and the Re-Use of Characters

Okay so like. I understand that Toby Fox insists that it’s Not Undertale.

Except that like.

I don’t buy that for a second.

Like, it’s Not Undertale only in the sense that it’s not related to the pacifist ending, but doesn’t disqualify it from being a follow-up to the genocide run (and therefore a direct sequel of sorts). 

That aside, if it truly was Not Undertale, then he wouldn’t have named it Delta Rune, brought Gaster into it, and drawn visual and flavor text metaphors to the original game. It’s related, it might be an AU, but that doesn’t make the OOC meanness of the familiar faces easy to swallow.

It could easily interpreted as “unsettling and OOC to show the player that their expectations will be subverted and that there is something Seriously Wrong with this world,” and a lot of people have interpreted it that way! I’m on the fence there myself, but you gotta understand that not everybody shares that interpretation.

For others, including myself to some extent, the message was: 

In the absence of dire circumstances, the characters that you were led to believe cared deeply about each other and you, are indifferent, apathetic, and  downright mean.

I mean, even if Kris on their own is a total dick? That doesn’t justify the way that the other characters treat each other. 

And that lack of warmth in the story was felt like a gut-punch to a small number of people.

On top of that, the weird twist ending didn’t do much to subvert that message. It gave no sense of whether or not the entire thing indicated a fundamentally sick world, or disprove that sense of they only cared about you and others out of a mutual need.

And if you can put yourself in that mindset, you can understand how that could be painful.

What People Didn’t Like About Me (And Others) Not Liking It

You’re Complaining Because it’s Not Undertale

No, I’m complaining because it’s Too Much Undertale. Because my personal prerogative is that Undertale is perfect the way it is and any additional content would only detract value from the original.

I was sincerely hoping for a totally new game, with maybe cameos or nods to Undertale, because I didn’t want to risk that horrible sequel syndrome. 

And while we, as fans, can opt to ignore horrible sequels (see: the entirety of the Harry Potter fandom), at the same time...sometimes you can’t unsee what you’ve seen. Sometimes sequels are enough to mar your affections and feelings for characters, especially because it comes from The Voice of God Dog.

You’re Can’t Complain that Things are OOC When It’s an AU!

-rubs forehead-

Look. I don’t know if you know this, but I adore AUs. Not every AU, of course, but I loved the concept and how the community came together to create some kind of semi-cohesive multiverse.

I mean, I literally drew over 100 different AUs:  SET 1 || SET 2 || SET 3 || SET 4 || SET 5 || SET 6 || SET 7 || SET 8 ||

But there’s a difference between fandom AUs and canon AUs--namely in that fandom AUs can be as out of character as they want, because it’s a fan creation.

There are multiple series that play with that multiverse theory as well, within their own canons, starting with the entire body of Osamu Tezuka, but also including the works of CLAMP (most notably XxxHolic and Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles), Adventure Time, the Final Fantasy series, and so on.

And the key to making an effective multiverse? The thing that makes it work? 

Keeping the characters in-character. There has to be that kind of consistency, otherwise it doesn’t function on a narrative level. You’re just reusing character designs and assigning new personalities, because you’re too lazy to design new characters.

Or worse, you’re baiting in previous players on a sense of nostalgia which is a trick I do not appreciate. 

You Shouldn’t Rely on Fictional Works to Aid Your Mental Health

Screw you. 

Everybody has Real Issues in their lives. Sometimes we need a hand from something or somebody else to keep moving.

Fine, But There’s No Reason To Be Publicly Upset by DR

It’s okay to dislike additional material, for whatever reason, so long as you’re not attacking others for liking it. It’s okay to be upset by something, even if it’s not rational, and you don’t need to force others to like what you like, nor should you feel guilty that somebody else doesn’t ‘get it.’ 

Will You Play Chapter 2?

I will purchase it to support Toby Fox on his endeavors. 

But you gotta understand, I straight up don’t play video games most of the time. Don’t have the time or the energy.

I only played Undertale after I’d had the whole thing spoiled to me, and knew it was worth the investment of my time. I should’ve waited on this one too, but I was too eager, and instead lost 4-5 hours of critical time for my graduate coursework (which definitely contributed to my annoyance).

TL;DR

You guys realize it’s okay for people to dislike deltarune? It’s okay for them to have been hurt by the characterization in deltarune? And people don’t have to write an essay in order to hold those opinions?

And that you don’t have to aggressively convert people to it like you’re some kind of church missionaries?

-sighs- At any rate, beginning to feel a bit more optimistic overall, and after that interview I can feel Toby Fox’s enthusiasm (he had something cool and he couldn’t wait to show it off!!), and I can get excited for him and others, even if as a whole the entire game experience fell flat.

Some day, I might even warm up to the game well enough to draw some stuff some time. I’ve got some fun ideas and theories, but still refuse to be hopeful that it’ll actually shape up. 

Because I am made of salt.