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By the time of Veilguard, Ronnie has been living on the surface for the better part of 2 decades, and she for the most part don't regret leaving or wish to go back to her old life in Orzammar.
But sometimes she gets so very, very homesick.
She misses the food, the smells of richly spiced dwarven delicacies and whole roast nug drifting from kitchens and food stalls all across the Diamond Quarter. She misses the buzz and energy of a provings crowd, their cheers reverberating through stone halls and high ceilings. And she misses the Orzammar fashions, whisper thin fabrics and sheer dresses flowing around you as you move to keep the radiating heat from the lava pools at bay.
But most of all, despite all their animosity, she misses her family. To sit in her mother's parlor, drinking tea and listening to the older women gossip amongst each other. Training with her Auntie, who despite not being able to speak, made it so clear how proud she was of her. Hanging out in the library with her father, being instilled with a deep love for dwarven history by her father's own enthusiasm for it. And the one she misses the most, the one that was the hardest to leave behind, is her old nanny, the closest thing she had to an emotionally available parental figure growing up.
She thinks about them, about what they're doing, if they're well and alive, if they miss her like she misses them? And all she can do is take a deep breath to steel herself, for she knows these are the echoes of a life she can never return to.
#Sunny Plays DATV#OC: Ronnie Mercar#I umh.. made myself sad... >:/#also some of my fav HCs about dwarves being less modest and wearing thin or little clothing bc it's just too fucking hot down there
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Love your writing!!!! I’m obsessed! Can you do one where a mutual friend sets Pedro and (y/n) on a blind date? Xoxo
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader
a/n: thank you love, and thank you for the really cute request💗💗
Why did I agree to this?
This is not like me. Not even close to how I am.
I don't go on blind dates, I don't even have Tinder for fucks sake, that's how much I don't like hanging out with strangers.
It had taken Julie a whole night and more drinks than you'd like (or could) remember to make you agree to this, and as soon as you woke up the next morning, regret had settled into your chest like a fucking life sentence, but as much as you would have loved to call your friend up and tell her how much of a mistake you had made, a part of you couldn't help but wonder how bad could it really be.
It had been a while since you'd been on a date, and from what Julie had said, this Pedro looked like a nice enough guy, so you had taken the downright mental decision to not tell her you'd changed your mind, decision that, as you walked into the restaurant, you were starting to really regret.
he waved at you as you entered, and as you walked closer and he stood up from the table, a part of that regret couldn't help but shimmer out of your mind.
He was... handsome.
The photos Julie had shown you didn't do him any justice.
"hi" you smiled nervously "I'm y/n" you said, shaking his hand
"I'm Pedro, it's nice to meet you"
He had a nice smile, very comforting and very much matching yours in terms of nervousness.
It had been a while for him too.
And the photos Julie had shown him definitely didn't do you justice either.
He had never been good at talking to such beautiful women.
"nice to meet you too," you said, sitting down opposite to him.
"so" he cleared his throat after a few moments of embarrassing silence "umh- How are you?"
A smile pulled at your lips "I'm good, thank you" you nodded "what about you?"
"oh I'm- I'm nervous" he let out a small chukle, making you laugh softly.
"yeah, me too" you said "It's been a while"
"yeah, for me too" he confessed "and you are... well you're very beautiful, so you're not making things easier for me"
A soft blush crept up your cheeks but you managed to chukle nonetheless.
"Well I'm sorry, I'll go into the bathroom and take off some of my makeup if that'll help"
He laughed at that "No, no I don't think that will be necessary, but thank you for offering"
"anytime" you joked
"So umh, Julie told me you're a writer"
"Yup, that's me" you smiled
"That's incredible"
"Oh c'mon you're an actor, now that's incredible" You raised an eyebrow
"Oh no no, I just repeat stuff that's been written for me in front of a camera, you create whole stories from your imagination" he debated "That's far more impressive"
You rolled your eyes playfully, as your smile got only wider.
"You're a real flatterer you know that Pedro?"
"Who, me?" he grinned, putting a hand on his chest at the accusation "I'm just speaking the facts" he spoke, making you huff a laugh "so what do you write about?"
"all sorts of things, I don't really have a genre" you explained "I've written sad stuff, romantic stuff, creepy stuff..." you shrugged "It mostly depends on my mood"
"that's nice" he nodded,
"and what about you, are you working on something right now?" you asked
"I've just been cast in a tv-show"
"really? What show, if I may ask"
"Oh it's umh- It's the Mandalorian, it's in the Star Wars universe"
"oh my god" your eyes widened in surprise "You're joking right?"
"nope" he smiled "yeah trust me, I was pretty freaked out myself"
"Oh my god" you breathed, "I think I need a moment to take this in"
"I take it you like Star Wars?"
"like?" you laughed "I've grown up watching Star Wars, My brother and I know every single line to The Return of the Jedi, I-" you stopped yourself "I think I just fell in love with you Pedro, I think we ought to get married as soon as possible"
"Well that was easy" he chuckled
"How are you not freaking out?" you asked, watching him as if he were an alien doing cartwheels
"I think you're doing enough of that for the both of us" he joked
"Yeah I really am, aren't I?" you smiled, coming back down to earth a little bit "it's just- that's crazy. I'm- I'm really happy for you"
"Thank you" he flashed you a smile, and that's when you noticed that it wasn't only his smile that was comforting, but his eyes too, they were so incredibly... expressive.
The rest of the dinner went by so smoothly you completely forgot you hadn't known this man your whole life, but in fact, just met him two hours ago.
"Well, I... I had a really great time y/n" he smiled, looking nervous again all of a sudden as you stopped in front of your car.
"Me too" you grinned
"So, since I have your number..." he cleared his throat "I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind me calling you sometime soon, to umh- to maybe do this again?"
Your heart started beating a little bit faster
"I'd love that Pedro"
"Oh thank God" he let out a sigh of relief
"You were nervous I'd say no?" you asked, doing a poor job of hiding your shock
"well... yeah"
"I proposed to you during the first five minutes of this date, of course I want to see you again" you laughed
"well I suppose that's true" he chuckled, letting his eyes take you in one last time "So umh, have a good night" he said " I can't wait to see you again"
"me either" you beamed "have a good night Pedro"
And as you watched him walk away, you couldn't help but smile up at the sky.
Thank god I didn't call Julie back
#shockingly I don't like how this turned out#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal blurb#pedro pascal fluff#pedro pascal x fem reader#pedro pascal one shot#pedro pascal fic#pedro pascal smut#pedro pascal x female reader#pedro pascal fanfic#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal imagine#the last of us#joel miller#tlou#the mandalorian#javier peña#pedro pascal x you#pedro pascal x y/n#Pedro Pascal#fluff#daddy pascal#pedrohub#jose pedro balmaceda pascal#pedrito
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Her Calamity Dark Epilogue
Beta reader: @ruki-mukami-dl
Chapter Selection
The pool water was simply perfect. Yuriko swayed her legs in it and enjoyed their last days of freedom before the autumn semester would start. These weeks had gone by so fast. As she looked back to the moment Ruki and Yuuto had brought her back home, she realized that everything had been a big blurred mess ever since.
I should focus more when school starts again… Yuriko still needed good grades to pass her third year of high school if she wished to graduate next spring and get into university. She wasn’t sure if she could somehow make literature as a career, but she wanted to study it, nevertheless. For that, she must work through the two semesters that were left.
I hope to see Eli-chan again. I don’t know what to do if Carla-san and Shin won’t let her come to school. But on the other hand, I really need to study. I should forget everything else… at least if Ruki can solve the fire practice issue with Shu-san… A sigh left Yuriko’s lips. There were many things to consider. How had her life become so complicated?
“Umh… Ruki…?” Yuriko turned and glanced at the Vampire who had absorbed in his book on a sunchair. He lifted his face when he heard her words. “I… I’ll go to talk to Mom, but I’ll be back soon.”
“I see. Very well then.” Ruki returned to his novel again. “But do not wander off.”
“I won’t. No need to worry…”
“And take your light cardigan at least.”
Yuriko raised her feet from the pool. Her soles slapped against the stones as she roamed to the other sunchair and picked up the said piece of clothing. Pulling it over her swimsuit, she peeked at Ruki once more. The Vampire didn’t remove his gaze from the tome but nodded with a smile.
With that confirmation, Yuriko hurried to the back of the yard. She stepped into the shadows into her self-made shrine where she had just brought some rice this morning. Now the dish was gone, only an empty bowl left. Yuriko wanted to think that her mother had indeed visited there and eaten the meal meant for her.
I pressed the book shut when Yuriko vanished in the shadowy corner of the yard. Shu had refused to meet me when I had suggested it. Obviously, he wished not to practice with Yuriko and probably thought I would try to make him. I did not want to express my disinterest toward the matter through a letter or a message, for there was always a chance that those could end up in the wrong hands, and lately, it had seemed a lot was going on behind the scenes. I was not sure who could be trusted anymore.
Could I even call myself trustworthy after working together with Tsukinami Shin? Perhaps I was indeed the snake who was willing to betray its own master.
But I did not wish to deceive Karlheinz-sama. I had no such intentions. Still, I would not share my angel with anyone else, not even if the purpose was to train the heir of the crown. Neither I would give up on her. She was mine and I would keep her. No matter what.
Staring at the tome’s cover, I decided to talk to Shu at school. We would all return there soon enough, and I believed that Reiji would force that lazy bum to show up at least to the building if not to the classes.
Other than that, I would need to make sure that Yuriko would not associate with the Founders even though that little friend of hers seemed to live with them now. I was sure there was something in this picture I failed to see, but Yuriko should be kept away from the danger they presented.
Stepping forward, Yuriko lowered her head and clapped her hands together two times before looking at her mother’s picture. Hisoka looked back as always with a hint of sadness in her eyes. She had probably been thinking about Yuuto when the photo had been taken.
“Mom… I hope you’re doing well. I’m managing through life, after all, it seems.” Yuriko smiled. “This summer has been something. A lot is going on… Yuuto is really trying to fit in the Human World, and I arranged a meeting with one of my friends for him. I hope they got along well. I need to ask both of them if they are becoming friends. Also, I ran into a strange Kitsune. I don’t know anything about him, and I haven’t seen him ever since, but perhaps one day I can learn more… Umh… what else? Oh, yes… The Vampire king wants me to teach his son not to fear fire. I don’t actually want to do that, so Ruki tries to think of a solution.”
What a mess everything was. Yuriko wondered if she would get through the school year with this all. She had struggled before and failed the whole year, so her record wasn’t the best. But now, she had Ruki who was willing to tutor her as much as she needed. Other than that, Yuriko had Elizabeth by her side. And Yuuto. And this new family.
“You know, Mom… I just realized that life is good. I’m sad that you and I didn’t have more time together, but I’m still happy with what I have now. I have found a great love and that’s more than I could ever ask for.”
In the corner of her eye, Yuriko suddenly realized that the bushes on her left were moving. Under them, she could hear faint susurrus. She turned her head but saw nothing. Gradually, she crouched until she could touch the ground with her fingers and leaned closer to the bushes.
A pair of wide blue eyes stared at Yuriko through the leaves. The bunny was tiny, and its nose vibrated. It had pressed its ears against its head and its whole body shivered as Yuriko watched.
“I’m sorry for the last time,” Yuriko whispered. The bunny quivered but didn’t hop away. It looked almost like it was listening to her. “I didn’t want to harm you. But… but… my fox instincts kicked in. I promise to be more careful from now on. I will leave you alone.”
The bunny sat down and tilted its head, lifting its ears. Yuriko noticed how it was almost completely white, but its ear tips had black in them. That was curious since Yuriko had always thought that rabbits were brown during the summer and white during the winter. Yet, this little thumper showed winter colors already.
“You’re special like me, aren’t you?” Yuriko sat on the ground, not minding that grass tickled her bare thighs. The bunny hopped closer, making her lift her brows. It wasn’t as a fearful creature as she had assumed. “My fur is also white, but I have blue in it. I know foxes can be scary to the bunnies, but I don’t want to eat you. If anything, I could use more friends…”
The bunny’s nose swayed. It took a hop. And then another, until the wet tip of the nose poked Yuriko’s calf. The young woman barely dared to breathe now. The bunny took one final leap and landed on her lap. She gasped, not believing her eyes. Hand shaking, she patted the bunny’s back. The fur was so soft, yet the animal felt firm under her touch.
“Now, I know that you’re special. Maybe I should give you a name…” As Yuriko spoke the bunny glanced up at her. “Umh… or perhaps not. I’m sure you already have one. I’m looking forward to the day I can speak bunny language and you can tell me.”
When the bunny didn’t show any signs of wanting to get away, Yuriko kept stroking its back. “You should be careful, though. Yuma doesn’t understand bunnies… so don’t mess with him, okay? If you keep digging up his carrots, he might get mad at you. He’s that big and grumpy Vampire. I don’t want him to snap at you, so be a good…” Yuriko stopped for a moment. She had no idea if the bunny was a boy or a girl. “Umh… be a good bunny and leave Yuma’s garden alone. I’ll bring you lettuce and other things while I fill Mom’s rice bowl every morning.”
“Just to whom you are talking to, my angel?” Ruki’s voice sailed from the yard. The bunny on Yuriko’s lap tensed and then took a huge leap, disappearing into bushes at the same moment the Vampire walked into the shadows of the trees.
Yuriko crawled on her feet, peeking toward the bushes but the rabbit was nowhere to be seen. “Umh… to the bunny.”
For a moment, something traveled over Ruki’s face. Yuriko had never seen him confused but right now that would have been a pick of a word as his eyes widened and mouth dropped slightly open, revealing the tips of his fangs.
“You mean that critter you chased another time?” Ruki ran his hand through his hair.
“Yes. I apologized for my rude behavior as a fox.”
“I see.” Ruki closed the space between them and pulled Yuriko into his arms. “You never cease to amaze me, Yuriko. Your heart is almost too gentle for your own good.” He glided his hand into Yuriko’s hair, pressing her head on his shoulder. She enveloped his waist, nuzzling his neck. Such a pleasant scent. Ruki truly was her safe haven. No matter what was coming their way, they would go through it together.
Yuriko placed her lips on Ruki’s skin, sniffing with a sigh.
“Oi! Ruki! We got a delivery!” Yuma’s grumbling voice almost made Yuriko jump. She lifted her head, glancing at the Vampire who was still holding her.
“It is probably our new school uniforms for the autumn semester. Let us go and see them.” Ruki smiled, brushing Yuriko’s cheek.
“Umh… Ruki… One more thing?”
“Yes?”
Yuriko tried to push as pleading expression on her face as she could. “Don’t tell Yuma about the bunny. I wish to keep it safe.”
Ruki chuckled, pecking Yuriko’s lips. “I will not tell him. But you are not to bring it into the house. Is that clear? Animals belong to nature.” “I know. Don’t worry.” Yuriko giggled. She would take good care of the little critter. The bunny was a special one, she was sure about that. And they would be great friends.
'Cause she could make a man obsessed She could make a man confess She could make a man cut checks 'Cause she looks better when she's undressed Just a couple secret sinners Yeah, she's just what he eats for dinner
— Easy to Love by Bryce Savage
Bunny sprite made by @eri-talks
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I can imagine Dick feeling envy of how close the Batgirls are compare to the Batboys.
Dick: I keep trying to make us spend time together, but we never make it 10' minutes without somebody acusing somebody else of replacing them or somebody throwing a death thread.
Babs: Aw I'm sorry boy wonder, but you know family is hard sometimes, specially when you have all had the same superheroe identity and comparisons can't be avoided.
Dick: Do you and the girls ever feel like that?
Babs: Umhh yeah, of course, all the time!
*Cass and Steph walk in through the window, they both say hi to Dick and hug Babs.*
Babs: Hey girls! How was patrol?
Cass: Steph was great.
Steph: Umh pleaase you were the one who was amazing. You made them pee in their pants.
Cass: We followed your plan, it was very smart.
Steph: I just asked myself what would Babs do, we know she is the best.
*Dick looking with envy and sadness in his eyes.*
Steph: But enough about patrol! Are you guys ready for batgirls' movie night?
Cass: I'll make the pop corn.
Babs *looking at Dick*: Wanna be in the batgirls' movie night?
Dick: Yes, please
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pov: eleven got bit by demodogs and bats in upside down and she is badly injured. lucas saw her getting attack he quickly get his axe and start hitting them, after all of them left lucas find el laying there bleeding, he patch up her wounds gently.
lucas: hey, its okay its okay look at me, your fine.
lucas: so pls... stay with me, stay with me, stay with me!!! okay?
el: t- they got me lucas..... i cant use my powers anymore, i cant feel myself... im dying lucas....
lucas: i dont give a fuck about your powers, i cared about your health, your still a human!
*el slightly blush because that is the first time she hear this to anyone*
lucas: and no your not, your not dying, we will get out here alive, you made a promise that we will be there for max until she wakes up, right?
el: lucas....
lucas: friends dont lie, you said that. So please.... stay with me... stay for max pls.
el gently smiled and nod: i'll try my best, i think know a way out of here.
lucas smiled softly : okay good, let me help you get up, i'll carry you.
*el smiled faintly because she lost alot of blood, lucas carried her on his back, el telling lucas where to go and after i few minutes they got out but el is so pale and her shirt is covered in blood, and she cant speak anymore properly, she knows, there still monster will come out of the gate and she also know its her time*
lucas: were out, el i'll get us help-
*el take his hand softy*
lucas: el...
el: theres no more time lucas... im dying, go now, i'll take care of the gate and whats inside
lucas: no no no no! will face this together el i am not leaving you!!!
el: for god sake lucas leave me already!!!!!! i'll take care of this... you better go off without me...
lucas: no.... el pls-
el: i opened a gate that leads to death of innocent people for years and leads of hawkings fall... i have to close it permanently and properly this time.
lucas was crying: i- i cant affored to lose you...
el: so do i lucas...
lucas cried: i love you el...
el: i love you too.
*they both stared of eachother and finally shared a kiss together, but not for too long el heard a loud noice coming to the gate, she break the kiss.and smile faintly*
el: now go.... there coming...
lucas: you own max and i a promise.
el: i do know that.... tell max i love her when she wakes up.
lucas smiled: i will
*lucas proceed to run so fast with tears on his eyes knowing this is the last time he will see eleven, the girl he used to hate, the girl he used to dont care and will gladly to leave, the girl he used to ignored*
eleven smiled with a sad expression face and tears in her eyes knowing this is the last time she will see lucas and she wouldnt be there for max when she wake up.
she got up shankinly and used all her energy to closed the gate and lock the monsters there, her body super weak but that didnt stop her for fighting she successfully to close the gate but it cause her life because theres a big explosion happened.
el: no more people have to suffer anymore.
...
lucas manage to got out before the explosion happened, when he got out his crying like a river remembering eleven
a few hours later, steve, robin, nancy, will, mike, dustin and erika found him and gently hug him.
dustin: im glad your alright man! i thought we lost you!
will notice el is missing: umh lucas... wheres el?
steve look around and saw no sign of el: will rights wheres el lucas?
mike: yeah shes with you when we all got separated.
lucas look at them with a blood on his face and hands while tears falling in his eyes.
nancy, will, dustin and erika suddenly understand what happened and covered there face with a sad expression and tears coming out of theres eyes, robin look at nancy and suddenly realize that el is gone, she gently hug nancy, comfprting her.
steve and mike lately understand when they all see everyone crying, mike was shock and sat on a road with tears on his eyes and blaming himself why he wasnt there for el.
steve was deniel first he said: no no you probably joking she cant die, she had power.
lucas look at him and stand up quickly angerly, dustin tried to calm him down but fail.
lucas: yes she does have powers! but that doesnt mean shes not human and cant die! shes not a fv*king immortal dipsh!ts!!!
erika hug him and comfort him: calm down lucas, i know your angry but he didnt mean in that way, im sorry.
lucas cried on erika shoulder while hugging her crying.
steve finally accept that el is dead he look at himself and proceed to blame himself for not finding them quickly and save her, dustin come to him to comfort him.
mike was crying too but will sit next to him and comforting him.
#mayhopclair#elumax#lucas sinclair#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#hopclair#dustin henderson#steve harrington#will byres#mike wheeler#erika sinclair
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𝐸𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐶 | 𝑃𝐽𝑀
Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ: ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ
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The club was a li’l too crowded for jimin and haejin to talk in peace, so they decided to have a walk outside. The time was around midnight; streets only dimly lit with lights bouncing off of the wet concrete road. A strange calmness engulfed jimin like a warm blanket as the insects chirped away in the night.
It was the familiarity, he realised;
it never went away.
“Ah.. jimin. You haven’t changed one bit, have you?”
Haejin said, half amused.
Jimin looked at her, unable to fight the remnants of a smile beginning to appear on his lips.
“What.. what do you mean?”
She smiled back, lightly punching him.
“You’re still the same shy baby around me.”
He was blushing now. He realised another thing; he had missed this.
“So.. you were gonna tell me..?”
Haejin raised her eyebrows.
“Ah.. yes. Why I abandoned you 4 years ago.”
Jimin looked at her.
“Well, what was it?”
“You might never forgive me for this but.. Imma be honest with you. It was taehyung.” She sheepishly looked up at jimin.
Jimin’s eyes widened up in question.
“Ughhh.. I know I’m a loser and pathetic af but don’t look at me that way.” She sighed.
“Um..I’d developed a fat ass crush on Kim taehyung. He called me over for coffee once and I thought to myself, that’s it. He’s the one I’m destined to marry.”
Jimin’s eyes were still wide.
“Stoppp. You look really ugly doing that.”
He rolled his eyes.
“So that’s it? What happened between you two?”
Haejin shook her head.
“That’s the embarrassing part. Nothing happened. He knew I was gushing over him like crazy so he took advantage of that. Offered me a job. Used my skills to his advantage. And then dumped me. Agh..”
She covered her face with her hands.
“I’m sorry, I was such a fool.”
As much as the breakup had left jimin devastated back then, he couldn’t get himself to stay mad at her. He chuckled.
“Well.. if it’s of any help, this one girl named Kim haejin dumped me for another guy too.”
Haejin giggled, looking at him from between her fingers.
“Yeah dude, that actually helped, thanks.”
—
Friends.
You guys are just friends.
You sighed, looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You patted your face with your hands, as if trying to absorb the very thought along with your moisturiser.
It’s all friendly; you reminded yourself again as you locked the apartment door behind yourself.
What namjoon said the other day was.. bullshit. Nonsense. Gibberish. Crap..
That’s all the synonyms you could come up with as you ignited the engine.
You’re just going to see your friend, Kim Taehyung.
The engine revved.
—
Punching in the code to the gates, you entered the mansion.
You still wondered why a person who had no family, and who was single af, would choose to live in a big place like this. It made you kinda sad to see the place so eerily quiet like it had no habitants.
“Taehyung..?”
You called out his name, that bounced off the walls several times. You had left your shoes at the entrance.
Now barefoot, you barely uttered a sound as you made your way to a room with the door slightly ajar.
It creaked open.
It was so dark in there; only a ray of sunshine managing its way in through the open window; you couldn’t see shit.
“Taehyung?”
No response.
You walked further in.
The bed was perfectly made, and it seemed like nobody had slept there in quite a long while.
You traced your finger along the bedpost; not a trace of any dust particle in sight.
You got a strange feeling in your gut now; where’s taehyung? Is he okay?
You kept asking yourself.
“Kim Taehyung?” Your tone was frustrated; worried.
“Hmm?”
Your heart almost jumped out of your chest as someone grabbed you by your hand and twirled you around. You were now captured between this someone and the wall.
“Taehyung!? Where were you, I was worried sic—”
He placed a finger on your lips; a frown adorning his forehead.
“What are you doing here? How do you know the code?”
You moved your lips to speak, but realised his finger was still on them. He quickly removed it.
“Uh.. jimin gave it to me. He told me if I needed anything, I could.. get it from you.”
His gaze was piercing holes in your face.
“Umh? Then what is it you want?”
His words made your heart ache a little.
“Well.. I.. just wanted to check up on you. That’s all.”
You couldn’t tell if your words had any impact on him. His expression was stoic. His grip suddenly tightened around your wrist.
“Y/n.. tell me. Who was it that day, huh?”
You squinted your eyes in question.
“Who..?”
“That.. boy. At your apartment. Who was he?” You could feel his breath fan all over your face.
You opened your mouth when it finally dawned upon you. “That boy at my door that day? He’s my brother.. why?”
His eyes widened.
“What? Your brother..?”
“Yeah. Actually, my step brother. That’s why we don’t look alike at all.”
Taehyung released your wrist from the death grip it was in; demeanor loosening up a bit.
“Oh..”
“Why, what happened?” You asked, still confused.
“Nothing..” He pulled you in for a hug.
A relief washed over him.
“I missed you.”
You thought your heart would burst any moment when his familiar scent engulfed you. His hot breath on your neck. His arms. Ah.. his strong arms squeezed you like they’d never let go of you.
You closed your eyes, tightening the grip around his waist.
It’s just a hug, your brain retorted.
A harmless, friendly hug.
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Galactica, Chapter 32 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica
A/N: We know, these updates are slower recently. It’s intentional to give you time to catch up? Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫
Last Chapter: Adore’s dreams came true, and Bianca was not pleased.
This Chapter: Katya struggles, Courtney turns a page, Violet works her ass off, and Trixie taps his best man.
***
“What do you have to say in your defense?”
An imposing man stood in front of Katya, she couldn’t recognize his face or his voice as he was wearing a mask. She couldn’t recognize the room she was in, she couldn’t move as she was tied into a chair, the chains digging into her skin as she tried to get away.
Katya looked around, the faces of all the people she loved most in the world looking at her. Pearl and Fame, Violet and Max, all of the children from her class, even her grandmother was there, all of them watching her, judging her.
“I… I…”
“Are you trying to deny that you have been drinking?”
“I haven’t, I haven’t, I swear!” Katya searched for Trixie with her eyes, desperately trying to find him, to locate her rock, the man who loved her, no matter what, but instead of Trixie, all of Katya’s loved ones’ faces merged into mirrors, forcing her to see herself for who she really was.
Katya realized why her children had been looking at her in disgust, her clothes were covered in what smelled like alcohol and pee, her tights were torn, her makeup smeared all across her face, making her look like a parody of the joker, her hair was disgusting and chunks of vomit were collected in it.
“Please! Please, this isn’t, this isn’t me anymore! I promise!”
“Katya Zamolodchikova.” The man stepped towards her.
“You have been found guilty on the charges of being a disgusting, worthless human being, and for that you will be punished.”
The man reached up and removed his mask, revealing… Trixie, making Katya burst into tears.
“Trix, please, please don’t do this to me! You love me! This isn’t who I am, not anymore!”
Katya was desperately fighting against her bonds now, trying to get free, if only she could get to Trixie she could explain, she could explain everything and he would hold her and kiss her again and they would be okay, but instead, Trixie only leaned forward, his face so close to hers that she could count the freckles on his nose.
“Please Trix.” Katya was sobbing now. “Please, I’m your wife.”
“Oh Katya, poor dumb little Katya, like anyone could ever love someone like you. Now drink up, it’s vodka, your favorite. Do svidaniya, bitch.”
Katya woke with a scream, her entire body covered in sweat, tears and snot streaming down her face.
***
Katya was like a doll in Trixie’s hands as he quickly undressed her, her spoiled pyjama bottoms and her shirt getting thrown into a corner of their hotel bathroom before Trixie helped Katya into the shower, the two of them standing under the spray together, silent tears still falling from Katya’s eyes, even if she had finally stopped shaking when she felt the hot water on her body, washing away the scent of urine and sweat.
Trixie had never seen Katya so scared before; she had nightmares, in fact she often had nightmares, but he couldn’t remember the last time she had wet the bed.
Katya finally, finally, finally stopped crying altogether while Trixie was washing her, the hot water and the lemony body scrub removing the last traces of her dream from her body.
They could hear the staff of the hotel out in their main room changing their sheets as Trixie had called them right before he got Katya into the bathroom.
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
Trixie looked down at Katya. She looked so small with her wet hair and her red eyes, her shoulders slumped as she was fighting against her exhausted body to stay awake.
“You don’t have to apologize for anything, stuff like this happens. Remember when I shat myself because I ate that donut that had been sitting on my office desk for the weekend and you used your lunch break to bring me a new pair of pants?” Trixie smiled as Katya snorted, but that story usually made her double over in laughter.
“Katya,” Trixie gently pushed a strand of hair away from her face, “Are you okay?”
“No…” Katya’s voice was so small Trixie barely heard it over the sound of the water, but as soon as Katya had said the word, she started crying again.
“No?” Trixie felt panic creep into his body, but he pushed it down, he had to be there for Katya, and in that moment he made a decision.
“I’m taking the day off.”
“What?!” Katya looked up at Trixie. “No, no, you can’t. Trix, this is Pari-”
“I’m taking the day off. Fame will understand.”
“Fame is your boss, you have shows-”
“Fame loves you. We’re spending the day together. End of discussion.”
Katya smiled through her tears as she wrapped her arms around Trixie, the two of them standing together until the water turned cold.
***
Violet bit down a noise as Sutan moved, grabbing the ringing phone from the nightstand.
“Amrull speaking.”
Violet could hear how tired Sutan was, and she smiled as she cuddled even closer, draping herself over his chest. She was pleasantly sore, her body warm and relaxed.
“It’s 5:30, what do you think? Of course I’m fucking sleeping-”
Violet snorted, and Sutan looked down at her, a smile on his lips as he ran a hand through her hair.
“Yes, no, yes she’s here.”
Violet sat up on her elbows, the duvet falling off of her, and Sutan raised a brow, a smirk on his lips as he was very clearly looking at her breasts. Why was anybody asking for her on Sutan’s phone? Violet looked over at the table where she had been sitting last night, realizing with dread that she had forgotten her phone, the vibrations of it clearly not enough to wake her up.
“Yes that’s what normally happens when you share-” Sutan rolled his eyes. “I refuse to answer that. Yes, yes you can talk to her.”
Sutan held the phone out, and Violet took it. She quickly mouthed ‘who is it’ but Sutan just gestured for her to put it to her ear.
“Hello?”
“Violet? Is that you?”
“Oh. Umh. Good morning Miss, is everything okay-”
“Spare me the pleasantries. Trixie has fucked us over.”
“... What?” Violet couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “I, what?”
“Apparently, when I tell my employee that he can have whatever he wants as an engagement present, that does not mean material goods or the watch I know he’s been looking at. Oh no, no no, it means a trip to some godforsaken tourist trap theme park during Fashion Week.”
“And what should I-”
“I need you to make new itineraries for everyone who’s covering his shows, making sure that no obligations are left undone.”
“I’m not sure I can-” Violet could feel her throat close up. She had no idea what Trixie’s schedule was, had no idea what Trixie even normally did during Fashion Week. He was the only one who didn’t have an assistant, so she couldn’t even call anybody.
“Violet, how long have you been working as my assistant?”
“A- about a year and a half?” Violet usually had a pretty good idea of where Fame was going most of the time, being her first and only assistant meaning that she had to be two steps ahead, but right now, this could go in every direction.
“Then you have plenty of experience.”
“I-”
“Make this work. I refuse to end this week with a dissapointment. That’s all.”
Fame had hung up before Violet could probably process what the other woman had just said. Violet could feel her heart beating faster and faster, as panic tried to creep its way into her body, her thoughts swirling around in her head as she tried to make sense of everything.
“I-”
She needed to get out of the bed, needed to move, needed to go for a run, to do something, anything, but then, she felt an arm sneak around her waist.
“So,” Violet suddenly realised that Sutan was still there, that she was still in bed. “I know you’re probably stressed-” Sutan took his phone, Violet not even realising that she had still held it pressed to her ear. “But there will be no crises before 7 am.”
“Oh?”
Sutan’s statement was so ridiculous that Violet was momentarily pulled out of her panic, a smug smirk on his face.
“Oh yes.” Sutan nodded, looking completely serious. “It’s simply not allowed.”
“Well, if it’s not allowed…”
“It’s not.” Sutan pulled her down, almost forcing her to cuddle, but as Violet laid her head down on Sutan’s chest, the steady beating of his heart in her ear, she felt herself relax more and more.
“Sutan?”
“Yes lovely eyes?” Sutan’s eyes were already closed, and Violet knew he probably had every intention of going back to sleep, but he was also gently petting her shoulder, his thumb slowly running over her skin.
“Thank you.”
***
The more Courtney thought about Willam, the less sad she got. She wasn’t sad at all, in fact. She was angry--she was furious. How fucking dare he?
She’d been in a bit of a daze on Thursday, still in disbelief over the whole thing, but Friday was another story entirely. She ripped through her to do list like a beast, fueled by rage, and even began a few organizational projects of her own. The best motherfucking assistant ever, she told herself as she printed out new, color-coded labels for the filing cabinet.
“Heyyy…” a soft voice drawled from the doorway, and Courtney looked up to see Alaska in a stunning blue plaid skirt suit.
“Hi!” Courtney said cheerfully, giving her a little wave from the floor, where she was affixing the labels to the new folders.
“I just wanted to check on you. I meant to come by yesterday, but things just got-”
“Oh, it’s fine. I’m fine,” Courtney insisted.
“Are you sure? Because that was-”
“He’s a dickhead, I’m lucky I found out when I did. Thanks for looking out for me,” Courtney said emphatically.
“Okay, well, then...you’re welcome.” Alaska paused before before asking, “And you’re sure you’re alright?”
“Totally alright,” Courtney said. “I didn’t really like him all that much to begin with, so...good riddance, right?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I guess so,” Alaska said. “Well listen, I’m popping downstairs to grab a coffee, can I get you anything?”
“No thanks!” Courtney looked back down, her full concentration on centering the label perfectly before she pressed it down.
“Okay. See you around, Court!”
***
It wasn’t that Sutan had a problem with it per say, but he wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about the fact that it seemed like he’d have to start getting used to waking up a lot earlier than he’d like if he wanted to have Violet in his life.
He was sitting on the couch in his and Violet’s hotel room, drinking his morning coffee, watching as Violet was on the phone, her planner open as she was scheduling away.
He hadn’t really listened to Fame’s call, had only made out a word here and there, but he had felt Violet’s anxiety, Fame a very unpleasant person to be around when she was in the mood to ruin someone's day.
He had expected Violet to be a wreck when he had woken up again, had mentally allocated his morning to help her deal with whatever Fame had decided to throw her way, but as he had gotten out of bed, Violet was already fully dressed and seemed like she was handling everything on her own.
Strangely enough, it seemed like she was fine, and if he was being honest, it was beyond attractive.
***
“Mmh-” Katya opened her mouth, biting off the entire ear of the Mickey Mouse marshmallow she had just purchased. “Oh my god!”
Katya’s eyes widened as she was hit with an instant wave of strawberry sweetness, the marshmallow absolutely perfect in her mouth.
Her feet were achingly sore, but it didn’t matter because she was at the happiest place on earth.
“Trix!” Katya turned, practically thrusting it towards him, “You have to try this!”
“Aaah,” Trixie smirked, opening his mouth, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Katya giggled, feeding the entire treat to him, even though she had only meant to give him a single bite.
“Mmh!” Trixie’s eyes widened as well, and Katya felt her heart flutter, few things cuter than when Trixie enjoyed his food.
They were wearing matching Mickey ears, Katya’s backpack filled with little treats and souvenirs for her students. Katya sometimes forgot that her boyfriend, no, fiancé, was a Department Head at a widely renowned fashion house because he usually had such simple tastes, but today he had swung his card left and right, buying everything Katya had put her eye on.
Trixie finished the treat, and Katya leaned forward, pressing a kiss against Trixie’s sugar sweet lips.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” Trixie grinned, and Katya couldn’t believe how lucky she was, kissing the man she loved on a Disney bench.
“Now, Ms. Zamolchikova-���
“Yes?” Katya smiled.
“Are you ready for the haunted mansion?” he asked, making his voice as spooky as possible.
“Please.” Katya snorted. “I’m Russian. Nothing can scare me.”
***
“Princess?” Raja waited for a beat, her voice ringing through their hotel suite, her fingers tapping on the nightstand, but she didn’t receive a reply. “Raven?”
“Mmh?”
Raja almost rolled her eyes at the lazy, non committed sound. They were flying home that afternoon, and Raja was packing everything up, Raven’s mountain of suitcases neatly stacked in the corner.
“Have you seen my earrings?” Raja knew she had left the diamonds on the nightstand, the jewels the last thing she needed to tuck away.
“Your earrings?”
“Yes, my earrings.”
“No.” Raven drawled. “Haven’t seen them.”
“Raven-” Raja rarely, if ever, got annoyed with Raven, but right now, it seemed like her fiancée insisted on pushing every single button she had.
Raja knew she had promised to spend their last day in Paris with her, that they had planned a day of good food, drinks and luxury shopping, but since Fame had allowed Trixie to take the day off, Raja had been forced to work, Raven therefor going by herself to the several boutiques Paris had to offer.
“Don’t lie to me.” Raja stepped out of the bedroom, “You know exactly where-”
Raja stopped dead in her tracks, the sight of her fiance taking her by complete surprise.
Raven was lying on the white couch, one hand under her chin, her legs in the air, her black hair spilling over her shoulders and back as she was lazily flipping through this month's issue of British Vogue, looking for photos of herself.
She was completely naked, her perfect ass on full display, her tits pressed against the velvet of the couch.
“Yes?”
“Are those,” Raja coughed, her mouth dry. “Are those my earrings?”
“These?” Raven looked up, a pair of diamonds dangling from her ears. “Perhaps.” She smiled, closing the magazine. “Why don’t you come check?”
***
Fame took a deep breath as she stepped out of the airport. She was exhausted, the flight home from Paris long and harrowing with upsettingly high turbulence, though everyone else had argued there hadn’t been any.
Violet was still in Paris, her assistant unable to get on Fame’s flight because her ticket got booked last minute, so she had called for her car herself, her driver already on his way thanks to Patrick.
“Uh!” Fame looked to her right, Pearl raising her hand, her black Gucci luggage at her feet. “Taxi!”
She had been sitting with Pearl on the flight, her hand holding the blonde’s the entire time, but now that her feet were firmly back on the ground in her own continent, Fame realized that she had completely neglected to address the rumor she had heard.
“Pearl,” Fame grabbed the collar of Pearl’s jacket, the fact that they were in public the only reason she hadn’t smacked Pearl’s velour-covered ass, the knowledge that the high-waisted tracksuit pants were Prada not enough to make them something Fame approved of.
“You’re coming with me.” Fame pointed to her car. “I need to go over the new website design.”
“Hmm?” Pearl smirked, and if Fame had been anyone else, she would have felt embarrassed about how obvious her lie was. “Message received, Miss.”
Pearl followed behind Fame, her driver putting their luggage in the trunk as they waved goodbye to Raja and Raven, Fame texting Patrick that she was on her way home as the driver rolled the partition up, the engine starting when she felt a hand on her thigh.
“So…website design, huh?” Pearl asked, and Fame turned her head to see a teasing glint in her eyes. “You know, Miss, we did just spend 7 hours together.”
“Because the mile high club is so my brand.” Fame knew she sounded sour, but she was still a little surprised at how abruptly Pearl stopped, her hand freezing on her thigh.
“Wait,” Pearl’s brow furrowed. “Do you actually want to discuss work?”
“Of course not.” Fame rolled her eyes, looking directly at Pearl. “I know that you’re toying with Adore Delano.”
Fame had expected it to be a reveal, for Pearl to look at least somewhat embarrassed, but instead, Pearl simply smiled.
“Oh, that.” Pearl laughed, “Since when do you care who I toy with? Are you jealous?”
Pearl grinned, her perfectly white teeth on display.
“I know who you are,” Fame said, touching her chest, “but Adore is someone I care about,”
“Please.” Pearl gave a good-natured eye roll and sat back against the seat, her hands slipping away from Fame’s thigh, the blonde clearly preparing for a lecture.
“Adore is sensitive and trusting, and doesn’t have the good sense to reject your charms like Violet.”
Fame knew Pearl thought she had been subtle, but Fame had noticed how much she had flirted with her first assistant, and had even seen how Violet had blushed, though thankfully though, nothing had come of the ridiculous situation.
“Mmmh.” Pearl looked weirdly injured, her lips pressed together, and Fame felt her heart soften, Pearl so obviously caring about Adore in her own way.
“I just,” Fame reached out, touching Pearl’s arm. “I don’t want you hurting her, Pearl. Adore is, Adore’s...” Fame knew that it was Adore’s story to tell, that she didn’t have the right to share all the things she knew about her from Bianca, but it was so hard to stay silent. “She’s-”
“Listen.” Pearl put her hand on top of Fame’s. “Don’t worry about Adore, she’s a big girl, and so am I.”
“Pearl, be serious please.”
“We’re, you know, we’re having a good time. She’s a good time. It’s not that serious.”
“Does she know that?” Fame rubbed her thumb, gently petting Pearl. She cared so deeply for the blonde - Pearl, one of the few people she felt truly comfortable around, but that didn’t mean she was blind to her flaws.
“She follows me on Twitter. She knows who I am,” Pearl laughed, resting a hand lightly on Fame’s thigh. “Tell Bianca to stop worrying.”
Fame’s eyes narrowed. The fact that Pearl had just assumed this message came from Bianca was annoying, even if it was mostly right. “Watch your mouth.”
“Sorry...Miss.” Pearl fluttered her lashes innocently.
“Just be nice to her, okay?” Fame sighed, shifting her gaze out the window. She supposed she should just let this fling, or whatever it was, run its course.
“I’m always nice.” Pearl smirked, leaning in for a kiss.
***
Pearl opened the door, finally home, flinging her bags to the ground.
“Hey Pearlie! Welcome home!”
Pearl grinned, making her way to the kitchen where Trixie was standing at the stove, stirring what appeared to be a big pot of tomato sauce, meatballs simmering away in a pan beside it.
Pearl loved Europe, but she hated traveling back, everyone leaving on different flights, though she wasn’t about to complain at the fact that Trixie had returned home first.
“Where’s Katya-Kat?”
Pearl had been planning on treating the happy couple to dinner in Paris the night before, but Trixie and Katya had canceled to live their Adult Disney fantasy, and then left the hotel at the crack of dawn to get on the earlier flight home.
“She’s in the bedroom, scrapbooking.”
“Oh no, is it that bad?” Pearl asked, suddenly concerned. Katya loved arts and crafts, but scrapbooking was a sign that she was deeply troubled. Pearl felt guilty--fashion week was such a whirlwind, she hadn’t really been checking in with her friends much.
“It’s been a rough week,” Trixie admitted.
“Shit. Should I leave her alone then?”
“You can go in. I think she’ll be happy to see you.”
With a slightly relieved sigh, Pearl walked over to her bedroom, knocking softly on the door.
“Come in,” Katya said, her face breaking into a huge smile when Pearl pushed open the door. “Pearlie!”
“Hey girl!” Pearl surveyed the bed, where Katya was sitting cross-legged surrounded by stickers and photos and an array of crafting supplies.
“Come here and hug me!” Katya demanded, and Pearl laughed.
“I don’t want to mess up your whole situation…”
“I said come!”
Pearl climbed onto the bed and wrapped her friend up into a huge hug, settling in to watch as Katya explained her scrapbooking process. After a few minutes, Trixie appeared in the doorway, a soft smile playing on his lips as he observed the girls for a few moments before clearing his throat.
“Hey...mind if I steal Ms. Liaison? I could use some help in the kitchen.”
“I can help!” Katya chirped.
“Uh uh, no way. You relax, I told you! You’re not lifting a finger tonight,” he chided. He put his hands on his hips, attempting to look serious, cutting Katya’s next statement off with, “And that’s final!”
Katya giggled, leaning back against the pillows, rolling her eyes slightly. “Yes, sir.”
Pearl pressed a soft kiss to Katya’s cheek and slid off the bed to follow Trixie into the kitchen.
“I hope this kitchen help is for me to stand around watching and maybe drink, because that’s all I’m qualified for.”
“Actually, I have something kind of important to ask you.” Trixie put an arm around Pearl’s shoulders and squeezed, guiding her towards the kitchen table.
“Oh yeah?” Pearl swiped a piece of carrot from the cutting board and popped it into her mouth. “What’s up?”
“Well… You know we’re engaged now. And we haven’t set a date or anything, but I was thinking about the wedding, and all that and...uh...will you be my best man?” Trixie’s big brown eyes looked as hopeful and bright as a little boy. Pearl would normally laugh at such an embarrassing display of sincerity, but somehow Trixie made it cute.
“Your best man? You know I’m a woman, right?” Pearl teased, pretending to think it over, as if there was any answer to this besides ‘yeah dude of course!’
“I know, but you’re my best bro. And come on...can you imagine like...Max, planning a bachelor party?”
“Oh god, what a disaster.”
“Exactly!” Trixie laughed.
“Well...okay then. Anything for you...bro.” Pearl gave him a light punch on the shoulder.
Trixie grinned, sweeping her up into a hug.
“You’re such a fucking sap, I can’t even deal with you,” Pearl said, voice muffled by his shoulder, but in spite of her words, she hugged him back just as tightly.
#rpdr fanfiction#thedane#veronica#galactica#trixya#vitan#raja x raven#katya zamolodchikova#trixie mattel#raja gemini#miss fame#courtney act#alaska thunderfuck#raven#pearl liaison#lesbian au#m/f au#fashion au
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Hi! Umh, this is a sad request with kinda a sensitive topic, so it's ok if you don't wanna do it!! Yesterday my cat ran away and hasn't came back yet. He never went out more than two hours and would always come back. Since I adopted him with barely a month he always lived inside, so I'm sick worried about him right now. It's been two years since the day I adopted him, my first little kitty, it took me forever to convince my parents... and now I cant help but think that maybe he didn't loved me as much as I love him, my gallery is full or just photos of him, it hurts so much... could I request Kuroo trying to help a so who's going through this? Thank you!! ❤
author’s note : i’m so sorry this happened to you sweetheart ; i’m a cat mum myself so i understand how you’re feeling. hopefully this makes you feel a slight bit better. i’m also hoping that your furry friend makes his way back home safely ♥ also i made this into hcs because that’s all my brain can handle right now and i wanted to get this out to you asap.
⏤ helping a s/o when their pet is lost
kuroo’s always the man with the plan so the moment you call him up and tell him what’d happened, he’s already thinking up ways of how he could help you look for your missing pet.
without even telling you, he prints out a couple of posters with one of the pictures you’d sent him and stuck them around the neighbourhood where you lived. while he’s sticking up the posters, he’s keeping an eye out, looking under everything he could, in every tree, anywhere that popped up into his mind.
he also isn’t shy to ask around anyone who walks past him.
it broke his heart to hear you so sad and wanted nothing more than to find your cat and see you smile again ... not to mention he had a soft spot for the creature too.
after he’s done with the extensive search ( even though he makes a mental note that he’d go back out again after he made sure you were okay ) kuroo quickly makes his way towards your house and makes his way inside.
finds you in your room, understandably in a negative mood, and he just sits next to you and takes your hand in his, gauging the situation before doing anything else. he needs to make sure that you don’t want to be left alone, or that you wanted to be held, before actually going through with it.
the moment you scoot closer or you look at him with tear-filled eyes, his eyes will soften and he’ll move closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back softly as you vented out your feelings and let tears slip down your cheeks, pressing his face into the top of your head.
he curses himself, silently wishing that he could do more for you, but in that moment, gently rocking you back and forth and raking his fingers through your hair as you spoke about the situation was definitely easing the situation, at least a little bit.
the moment kuroo notices that you’re calmer, he tells you about what he’d done, and reveals the promise he’d made to himself.
if you want to go down and look yourself, he’ll join you without question
but if you’re maybe tired from the whole situation, kuroo will help you get some rest, suggesting to watch a movie or a tv show. he’ll gently massage your shoulders and press gentle kisses to the side of your head and the moment you’re asleep, he’ll tuck you into bed and goes out to do another extensive search, until the sun started to set, when he decided to return to your house.
when you’re up from your nap, he makes sure that you eat and drink your water and continues to attempt to make you smile.
silently, he’s trying to think up of more ways of how he could help to look for your cat, because he wouldn’t let it go until there was at least a bit of progress.
#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo x reader#kuroo headcanons#kuroo tetsuro headcanons#haikyu x reader#haikyuu imagines
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Taehyung on the Cliff (04)
pairing: taehyung x oc (platonic), jungkook x oc (platonic), taehyung x jungkook (platonic)
summary: the trio gets a visit from unexpected visitors, which shakes up everyone and taehyung is left with a ultimatum (ponyo au!)
word count: 1.7k
warnings: unedited, excessive use of taehyung’s name
author’s note: this is probably the second to last chapter, i wanted to make it longer but i thought it would be best to stretch this over this chapter and the last so a breather could be had in between, i hope everyone enjoys
The tension in the room was intense. Taehyung’s whole demeanor changed as soon as his eyes landed on both the men invading the apartment. Jungkook stood behind the door, having clearly opening it. He looked embarrassed hiding himself further behind the door.
Taehyung’s eyes locked with the first man that spoke, while the other looked on with a smirk. Both men stood dressed in identical full body armor that slightly resembled scales.
“Taehyung long time no see. Nice to know this whole time you’ve been on land amongst humans.” Taehyung remained quiet, eyes looking back and forth between the two men. You took a second to take them in. Both were around the same height. The quiet one had red hair and soft round chocolate eyes that in any other situation probably would’ve come off friendly. The talker had blonde hair in a style just a tad bit more grown out, matching brown eyes that seemed to stare right into you. As he crossed his arms he met your gaze and you found yourself quickly looking at the floor.
“Excuse me for interrupting but you did just bust into OUR apartment.” you heard Jungkook chime in from behind the door. The two men turned their attention away from Taehyung to look at Jungkook who retreated behind the door again.
“How did you find me?” Taehyung finally spoke up.
The red haired brother scoffed. “You’re a lot easier to find than you think.”
You attempted to hide the confusion you were feeling. You locked eyes with Jungkook, who had finally closed the door.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself ?” The blonde asked. Taehyung paled.
“Can we talk about this outside? Just us.” Taehyung said. His shoulders dropped down, almost like he was defeated.
“Wait Tae, you haven’t dried your hair you’re gonna get sick dude.” Jungkook said.
“I’ll be fine.” Jungkook stepped back out the way allowing Taehyung and his brother to leave. You, Jungkook and red haired brother stood in the center of the apartment. An awkward silence flooded the apartment. The brother pretended to dust away at his dark pink armor. You and Jungkook kept looking back and forth at each other.
“Excuse me” the brother clapped his hands, drawing attention to himself. “I didn’t get the chance to properly introduce myself. I’m Prince Hoseok, Taehyung’s brother-“
Jungkook interrupted. “We guessed that.”Hoseok’s eyes narrowed at him. You walked over to the barstools in the kitchen and took a seat.
“Well Prince could you tell us why you and your other brother arrived here or is that gonna be some type of classified information us normies aren’t allowed to know.” You sighed.
“Well I’m not sure if that’s my story to tell.” He stated solemnly.
“Is it juicy? Family lies and treacherous secrets?” Jungkook asked, his eyes widened as he came over to the kitchen to go to the refrigerator. You smacked him on the arm lightly.
“Why would you ask that?” You mumbled under your breath to him. You looked up at Hoseok as he took place leaning against the back of your couch. It was a very strange situation, one you hadn’t thought you’d ever find yourself in. Hoseok looked like he was thinking about something but you didn’t know what.
“You could always give us the watered down version. We won’t tell.” You hit Jungkook’s arm again as he pried for more information. “I won’t tell.”
“Neither one of us will tell because Hoseok isn’t about to tell us anything he doesn’t feel comfortable telling us.”
“It’s just” Hoseok took a breath. “this isn’t Taehyung’s first time.. running away on land. He’s done it before, but now is not the time for him to do this. Now if not any time before.” You and Jungkook caught each other’s glance once again, you made a face matching his confused expression. You didn’t know what Taehyung could be running from, but the easiest guess you could make was that it must be something serious for him to want to leave again.
“Is that the deal with your brother then? Tired of retrieving your brother?” Jungkook chimed in. Hoseok sighed again, making a noise of displeasure.
“Taehyung’s the youngest. Ever since he was younger he just didn’t want to be with us. He used to but not anymore.” Hoseok’s eyes started watering up. “I didn’t even want to come up here. I wish Namjoon would’ve been able to retrieve Taehyung by himself. I wish we didn’t have to do this at all.” A tear rolled down one of Hoseok’s cheeks, he hesitated before wiping it away seemingly perplexed by the tear.
You grabbed the box of tissues, walking them over to him. Offering the box with a soft smile.
“Is this a tear? I’ve cried before but I’ve never felt a tear because of the water.” He dabbed away at his eyes.
“I understand man, this is just like how our dog kept sliding out of my family's house when I was a kid. I wanted to keep trying to find him and bring him back home but my parents told me sometimes when you love something you have to let it go. Although I wonder if my brother just let the dog out.” Jungkook rested his head against his hand after sharing.
“Yeah, something like that.” you mumbled.
Hoseok cleared his throat. “How is Taehyung up here? Is he happy?”
You and Jungkook hesitated . “I’d say he’s pretty happy. He’s got himself a job.”
“Yeah, he smiles a lot. He even tried experimenting with his appearance. We dyed his hair today.” You smiled. Hoseok gave a weak smile. You could tell there was some type of sadness behind it.
“I was wondering why his hair was different, ” Hoseok mumbled. “at least he’s happy. He seems his happiest up here sadly.”
“Well if that’s the case, if you don’t mind me asking why force him to go back to the sea?” Jungkook inquired.
Hoseok took yet another deep breath. The space between his eyebrows scrunching up. “Taehyung is in line to be king.” You and Jungkook had twin expressions of bewilderment.
“King? Like an actual king?” questioned Jungkook. Hoseok nodded softly.
You shook your hands as if to clear the air. “Tae doesn’t seem like the type to be a king, he's too nice. I can’t even imagine it.”
“Technically the line of succession is me, Namjoon and Taehyung. But in special circumstances when the youngest tends to be more powerful than the older siblings the ranking changes.”
Silence once again over took the apartment. You let out a breath, rubbing away the tension on one of your shoulders. You didn’t think Tae would have all this going on when he entered you and Jungkook’s lives. Quite frankly you thought this was just a long fever dream you just so happened to be having simultaneously with Jungkook. You glanced over at Jungkook who had all his focus at the banana milk that sat in front of him on the counter.
Jungkook rubbed his hands together with a clap. “Well I’ll tell you after this I don’t think I’ll let another nice stranger into the apartment again. But I’ll take a runaway prince and his brothers over a group of serial killers.” A strained chuckle slipped from your lips as you recognized Jungkook’s attempt to lighten the mood.
“I’m sorry to keep asking questions. But do you guys all turn into fish? What’s up with that because when I met Tae he was a fish but you and your brother are people.” you asked.
“Taehyung, he umh he got cursed from our father after the last time he ran away. I’m not quite sure how he broke it. I have no clue how and I’m sure with how smart Namjoon is he might not have figured it out either. Father didn’t bother to tell us.”
Jungkook shook his head. “I hate to say it but shit sounds pretty fucked up under the sea.” Hoseok shrugged. You looked at him, arms holding him up against the back of the couch as he perched himself on it. If it was Seokjin or Yoongi on the back of the couch you probably would’ve snapped at them for even moving themselves like they were about to sit down on the couch but since it was a prince and a prince you had no idea what he was capable of you’d have to let it slide in hopes that one person sitting in the back of the couch wouldn’t completely obliterate it.
The door opened up. Tae and Namjoon walked in. Namjoon had a smug look on his face, while Tae just kind of looked blank. You couldn’t read him well at all. Tae stood by the door with his arms crossed. Namjoon stopped in front of Jungkook, who jerked back off the counter standing up straight.
“I’m so sorry for my lack of manners. Prince Namjoon pleasure to meet you.” he offered a hand. Jungkook hesitated before shaking it. Namjoon walked over to you offering you a hand which you shook quickly to get it over with.
“Well since everything is all settled. We’ll be leaving tonight. We’ll be back tomorrow evening to retrieve our lovely brother and be on about our way.” Namjoon stated. Taehyung opened the door for them.
“Hope you enjoy your last night with them. Since you’ll never see them again after tomorrow.” Namjoon smiled as he exited with Hoseok. Taehyung closed the door behind them, letting a sigh escape him.
“You got anything you wanna talk about?” Jungkook asked. Taehyung’s eyes moved up from their spot on the floor and switched back and forth from yours to Jungkook anxiously.
“There’s a lot.” Taehyung stated.
“As one would expect. But we have all night to talk.” You said softly. Taehyung forced a smile. Jungkook leaned up from off the counter and walked over to Taehyung. They stood for a brief moment face to face, close enough to almost feel each other’s breaths when Jungkook wrapped his arms around Taehyung tightly. Taehyung hesitated before returning the hug, patting Jungkook’s back. They released each other and Jungkook rubbed Taehyung's shoulder.
“Well I guess we have a lot to talk about then?”
#taehyung x reader#jungkook x reader#taehyung fanfiction#jungkook fanficfion#bts imagines#bts fanfiction#fic: taehyung on the cliff#author: almostkoo
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Steven Universe Interview
Welcome everyone to the NerdySourGirl Show.
Me: Hey hey! How you doin' guys? Thanks for reading I hope you enjoy this our first and probably last episode. Today we gonna interview our favourite curly boy: he's 16 years old, he love his friends probably most then himself and for the love of God he is not his mother, please everyone give a harm welcome to STEVEN UNIVERSE!
Steven: Hi everyone!
Me: Hi Stevy , we gonna be fast or the readers gonna be bored
Steven: S-Stevy? Umh, okey...
Me: great so I'm gonna ask questions made by me cause it's the first episode so we don't have prior comments and... I don't have any follower who could I ask to participate...
Steven: oh... that's kinda sad
Me: shut up Universe! You know what is really sad?! A person who named plants as friends because he want to avoid the changes.
Steven: *blushes*
Me: yes people! Today we gonna talk about the ep 10, Prickly Pair where Steven who can't handle his emotions from the prior episode try to drown them by distract himself with gardening. Unfortunately he cuts his finger on a cactus and he brings it to life.
Steven: wait a minute, I don't have any type of emotions to drown, I'm totally fine guys
Me: yeah sure, and I'm happy with myself. Steven you must be honest with this kind of interviews or it's all gonna be a lost of time and we don't want this! Back to us, first question by... me of course.
How exactly you didn't figure out that Cactus, anyway such great name, was like a parrot? He literally was repeating everything you said ... and you got mad!
Steven: I wasn't mad!
Me: You became all pink! It's happened when you feel a very strong emotion such madness, am I right?
Steven: yeah about that thing... I'm really try to figure it out *scratch his head embarrassed*
Me: you know what I'm really try to figure out? All the things you said to Cactus about Pearl, Garnet and Amethyst
Steven: oh gosh...*hides his face*
Me: gosh for real! Gonna start with Pearl you said exactly *played the audio from the episide* "I can’t tell Pearl how I feel cause she’ll blame herself and spiral out of control and I’ll have to pick up the pieces.”
I guess this is a reference about the time when—
Steven: I don't wanna talk about that.
Me: ... but—
Steven: I said no
Me: okey, emh...
Steven: can we go to the next question please?
Me: sure, umh... next question... next question *try to find a good one but lets fall all the papers*
Steven: *smile* I guess you aren't familiar with the job
Me: you know with what am I really familiar? Knowing when something about me feels wrong and try to solve it!
Steven: *frowning* Oh yeah? And how is going?
Me: ...it's suck... BUT the first step for the solution it's the admission of the problem! Why at the end you didn't talk to the crystal gems?
Steven: cause I had already said enough
Me: this is exactly what you said but what did you meant with that?
Steven: I just, I didn't feel to talk in that moments... I felt so embarrassed about all the thoughts Cactus said and I felt stupid for not figure it out that Cactus needed only love... I had its flower in my hand and I was so... I don't know, I just wanted to be alone and think...
Me: ... do you think that maybe you actually need to be alone? Like... go away from Beach City and find yourself?
Steven: I... I never thought about this, I don't know
Me: okey last question and I will finally leave you in peace, do you think that Garnet want you to pet the cat to avoid your future corruption?
Steven: ...WHAT!?
Me: WHAT!? Hahaha! Isn't he funny guys? hahaha! It was such a funny episode! Thank you guys for been with us
Steven: Wait ... oh gosh I don't even know your name, what do you mean? Corruption?
Me: *ignore him* I hope to see you guys in the next episode.
Steven: listen to me!!
Me: If you want please send me question to ask to Steven for the next time! See ya~ 💜🌈
#steven universe#steven x connie#steve x reader#steven universe funny#steven universe future#steven universe fandom#steven universe fanart#steven universe film#steven universe fanfic#steven universe fan characters#steven universe x spinel#steven universe fusion#steven universe headcanon#steven universe human au
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— fake heart but real me, the same as you.
requests: im gonna put this worm in your ear: au where reader works pretty much as a wall-e type and rk900 is eve
Imagine an android reader interfacing with the robo boys im just so obsessed with this intimate android gesture and im sorta sad not a lot of fics have it aND ALSO HHHHHH I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH ITS SO SOFT AND PURE,,,, IT IS THE EMBODIMENT OF SUNSHINE BSBSBHWWJNSNS AAAAAA
Can I ask for a headcanon of the Rks and their S/O if they were a sex worker android?? Or even the Rks can be the sex workers. Anything as long as the reader is an android pls.
ohhhhhhh pick the android reader one. I'm never able to find any on here. I mostly like them cuz if you're human, you'll eventually die. Which is depressing...
me, in the year 2019, still using fictional characters as coping mechanism since i cant love myself: it be like that huh also 60’s one turned out bad im sorry :o
Connor:
• he actually bumps into you during his eden club case • yep you’re one of the tracis he connects with to find the blue-haired one • there’s nothing peculiar about you • and honestly, the first time he meets you he still isn’t a deviant • but that doesn’t mean he won’t remember you • in fact, his instinct, when investigating a scene after the revolution, and casually glancing your way, is to send you a smile • of course you don’t remember who this other android may be • the club policy was to wipe memories in two hours after all • oh but you’re a curious robot with an empty schedule so you don’t mind waiting the whole half hour it takes for cops to get your testimony • would you look at that he’s coincidentally done as soon as you’re about to leave!! • “hey– I won’t rob you of more minutes” a quip “but I just wanted to say that I’m happy you got free, and, well, to thank you for your help, both then and now. and maybe to apologize for interfacing without asking–” • “umh, excuse me but do i know you?” • and he’s a little taken aback because wow he totally forgot about it • “oh– right, gosh, I’m terribly sorry. we already– I mean, we previously met but maybe this isn’t the best phrasing. I’m– well, we– mh I was–” • is he stumbling through his words? • you shouldn’t, really, but you can’t help but laugh • and he stops, delightfully surprised that he made you chuckle at least a bit • and maybe he blushes blue • “I guess we could still try to get know each other now....”
RK900:
• one could say that RK900 is cold, superficial and maybe a little scornful • and one could say that the receptionist model of the DPD is nothing but old, obsolete and surely banal • but then again one would be pretty wrong in both cases • for the receptionist is capable of performing several exaflops operations per second, managing appointments and schedules, even speaking multiple languages • for RK900 is, yes, all of the above, but one thing is yet to be added: he’s terribly in love with the old receptionist model of the DPD. • and he’s very bad at hiding it. • he says ‘good morning’ and ‘good evening’, and eventually ‘good night’, every time he passes through the station’s doors • he, not one day of his career, has been late to work • he makes sure gavin is not rude to you • he sometimes silently helps with humans that might be prone to causing you problems while on the job • he leaves tiny juice-box sized thirium packets on your desk • he got the wrong thirium for your model the first time • and you, tenderly weirded out by the sudden appareance of such thing, had to give it to connor • this dork hasn’t been able to forgive himself ever since • though you don’t know it’s him, he’s the most advanced prototype don’t think he’d leave any traces behind • but being the latest friend shaped iphone has its perks and its cons, for example to not be endowed with social modules as good as yours and not having any idea on how to start a relationship • if it were for him you two would never go past the whole stage of casual conversations and his pining • which, as two androids, could last forever. every human in the present police station could grow old and die and you both would still be there, chatting, smiling, making awkward remarks to each other about the weather. not that any of you really mind that. or maybe he just says those things because you’re not a waterproof model? • but it’s okay because there’s this moment where it’s late at night and almost everyone is gone to their houses and it’s mostly you and him and yes, he doesn’t technically need sleep but you worry about him anyway • and you go up to him and you touch his hand to gain his attention and he, as if sparked by electricity, immediately turns his head towards you • “sorry. i didn’t know RK900 could be so easily scared” you hint a laugh, slightly covering your mouth with the tips of your digits, but don’t let go of the contact with his knuckle • he looks away for a second, fighting his biocomponent to not give away his blue blush “no, it’s my fault, I was too focused on the reports–” as he says this he fixes his eyes to yours and stops “wha– why are crying? is something the matter?” how cruel is it for you to have this feature he does not possess. at this point all of his energy is channelled into not taking your face between his palms and comfort you, whatever it is he can help, as he always does • “is that what you think of me? why you never told me anything?” and suddenly he lowers his gaze to the dark table, seeing your fingers interlacing in a soft white glow, exchanging informations through circuits
RK800-60:
• “can you stop simulating sighing?” • “I’m not simulating it, I am sighing” • “well. can you stop anyway?” • “uhhh, of course not?” • and now it’s RK900’s turn to heave his chest in exasperation whispering a silent “why the fuck are you build like this” • “I CAN hear you, you know” • “I sure hope you do, otherwise I’d have to send a request for repair on a RK800 model” • “shut the fuck up– connor! move! I can’t see them otherwise!” • “60, I have to work, and you should too. stop with the staring” 51 rolls his eyes, not even bothering to launch an annoyed look at his twin, swivelling in his chair as to let the other enjoy his favourite activity: watching the android server from the chinese restaurant across the street that brings lunches to human police officers • “why don’t you just ask them out and spare us with your eternal pining?” • “excuse me? have you perhaps gone mad, nines?” and he deliberately uses that because he knows RK900 doesn’t like it • but, actually, it’s not a bad idea, it shouldn’t be too difficult, just going near them, chatting a bit and using his charm like he always does • but, actually, now that he decided to execute his thoughts, mhh, how to say it, his body is acting against him, making his leg bounce the weird way it always does, making the little wheels in his head going in an opposite motion • “he–” some cough to clear his throat of an nonexistent clot “hey! it’s sunny today, isn’t it?” • GOSH that was such a stupid icebreaker where’s all of his confidence gone!! • but you smile, nevertheless, and your eyes slowly close in that friendly manner he’d grown to love, along with your lips that go up up and up, almost in an inhuman way, flashing a polite face • the same that makes him weak at his knees, makes his thirium pump regulator go crazy from all the blue blood it has to send in the upper part of his freckled cheeks and nose • “yes. we’re having nice weather.” you murmur, gathering back the bags you used to carry all the takeaway in • “I’m– I want to order something.” he has your attention “for tomorrow’s break, I mean” • “oh? you’re buying a plate for a human co-worker? that’s sweet. what would they like?” • “yes– I mean, no– for me, it’s for me.” • “mh? but you’re an android. i’m sorry but we don’t sell thirium based dishes.” • “oh that’s fine. I’m designed to eat like humans do.” he wouldn’t be doing so bad, if it wasn’t for his red LED giving his panic away • “are you? quite peculiar.” you giggle, absolutely delighted by the artificial pearlescent sweat adorning his temples and his fingertips “i’ll get you something then.” • this is probably the toughest order he’s ever asked, and probably the first and last • 51 and RK900 are SO going to mock him the next day they’re gonna laugh at his enamoured ass faking eating just to please his crush he never even picked up a fork in his life what’s he gonna DO
#gross french man should hire me and let me do JUSTICe to this game#DBH#dbh connor#connor x reader#RK900 x reader#RK800-60 x reader#RK800 x reader#connor#RK900#RK800-60#RK800#dbh RK800#dbh RK900#dbh RK800-60#dbh nines#nines#nines x reader#dbh nines x reader#dbh imagine#androids#detroit become human#headcanons#android x android!reader
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Do all of these
at the end u can tell i got bored lol
1. a ship i miss: i am not gonna say sherlock/jim because i don’t want to be too predictable and i still think of them from time to time, so i’m gonna erik/charles because they are one of my favourite ships and i haven’t looked for stuff about them. also i associate this ship with a specific person i don’t talk to anymore and... idk now the ship is even more bittersweet to me.
2. a healthy ship: finn and poe are adorable and should be canon. everyone i know irl ships them as well, what are you waiting for???
3. a toxic ship: idk man, all of my ships are toxic. hannigram? sheriarty? kylux? doctor/master? choose what you want.
4. a problematic ship: see above
5. an unproblematic ship: this is basically like question 2? if you want another name idk, okabe and kurisu from steins;gate? or any haikyuu ship.
6. a ship that deserved better: clarke and lexa from the 100
7. a ship i didn’t love at first but i do now: kylux. i couldn’t care less about them in TFA and now i even started writing a fic and is my current “obession”
8. a ship i loved at first and now i don’t: we don’t talk about when i enjoyed sherlock and john as a couple.
9. a relationship i could envision myself having: OH, that’s an interesting question. i like couples that aren’t exactly healthy 99% of the time, so finding a relationship i would like to have is... difficult. maybe yohane and hanamaru? keep in mind i haven’t watched the last season of love live but i identify quite a bit in yohane and a relationship with someone like hanamaru sounds lovely (and is also a f/f ship, SO)
10. a ship everyone hates but i love: well... sherlock and jim weren’t exactly the most popular ship in sherlock.
(the rest is under the cut)
11. a ship everyone loves but i hate: john and sherlock, easy
12. a ship i don’t really talk about but i love: oh, there are so many!! charles and erik from x-men for example, or kawoshin from nge or rinharu from free!! or tsukishima and kuroo from haikyuu!! or ten/simm!master or basically every ship from trc or idk i love a lot of ships i never talk about. OH also the danganronpa ships yes good.
13. a ship with a sad ending: kawoshin from neon genesis evangelion
14. a ship with a happy ending: ahahahahaha canon ship with a happy ending ahahahah. . .. . . ..... maybe okabe and kurisu from steins gate.
15. a dorky ship: tsukishima and kuroo from haikyuu!! or any other ship from that anime lmao
16. a badass ship: leia and han
17. a ship i have a love hate relationship with: shinji and asuka from evangelion. their dynamic is a toxic unhealthy mess and i absolutely don’t ship them romantically but i LOVE their dynamic, i think it’s probably the one that is written better in the whole series. not to mention they are two of my fave characters of all times
18. a ship that isn’t canon yet: finnpoe
19. a new ship: kylux is the most recent ship
20. a ship i used to stan: my first yaoi ship was tyki/allen from dgm. i shipped it back in 2008 i think?
21. an aesthetic ship: karna and arjuna from the fate series.
22. an overrated ship: john/sherlock and sherlock/molly
23. an underrated ship: victor and eli from vicious because the book is underrated itself.
24. a ship that got the endgame they didn’t deserve: i don’t know, all the boring ass cliches from naruto or harry potter?
25. a ship that didn’t got the endgame they deserved: umh, most of the stuff i watch isn’t finished, so it’s really hard to say. do charles and erik from x-men count?
26. a ship that is broken atm but i still hope they’ll reconcile: umh tony and pepper?
27. a ship that is together atm but i still hope they’ll break up: i don’t watch many on-going stuff with canon couples. i legit have no idea, i really disliked steve/sharon so i hope i don’t have to see them together again
28. a ship that was better off as friends: natasha and bruce
29. a ship i love bc of a friend: sophie made me like obikin more i have to admit. and a friend of mine really like tony/peter parker and made me consider them despite not being my cup of tea
30. a ship i secretly ship: lmao i dont secretly ship anything
31. a ship i’d never thought i would ship: oh, that’s a good question. i usually know what i will end up liking. maybe blue and gansey because i never like het YA couples
32. a ship i thought i’d ship but i didn’t: this is super hard as well because i usually know what i like and i end up shipping a lot of couples. maybe victor and yuuri from yoi, i just think they are boring but the hype surrounding them was SO BIG
33. a ship i shipped from the moment i saw them: sheriarty and cherik and hannigram
34. a ship i will never ship: jim/molly, jim/eurus, sherlock/molly
35. a ship with great development: i really like rin and haru dynamic and how it changed with every episode
36: a ship with horrible development: 99% of canon het ships lmao.
37. an old married couple ship: stucky
38. a high school romance ship: rei and nagisa from free!
39. a constantly on and off ship: rin and haru from free!
40. a all time favourite ship: sheriarty probably
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[ 🫀 ] does your muse make decisions with their head or their heart? perhaps a bit of both?
[ 🏛 ] does your muse have any strange interests? do they keep these interests to themselves, or are they comfortable sharing them with others?
[ 👻 ] what decisions have your muse made that they regret?
send in a symbol i’ll answer the corresponding question about my muse!
[ 🫀 ] does your muse make decisions with their head or their heart? perhaps a bit of both?
Umh... I think you need both to make good decisions. You need to think things through with your head but your heart should agree with your decision too. Of course, both aren't always possible at the same time but many times I think it's a right course.
[ 🏛 ] does your muse have any strange interests? do they keep these interests to themselves, or are they comfortable sharing them with others?
I don't know if my interests are that strange... Ehhmm... but ever since I was a kid I've been interested in different kinds of foxes. They all look so cute and there are also many exciting stories about foxes.
I guess... I tended mostly to keep my thoughts to myself. I... umh... didn't feel like I could have shared... my interests with anyone. Erhm... but things are a bit different now.
[ 👻 ] what decisions have your muse made that they regret?
Hmm... I regret that I never asked Mom why she used to be so sad. I just always thought it was because I had done something... but... but... If I would have asked, then maybe she had told me about my brother and... things could be different now. I was... so stupid...
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Clingy(Part 2)
But baby please, won’t you love me?”
HARRY’S POV
After Ed had left, I couldn’t help but feel like I was forgetting something. After pondering over it for a couple of minutes while standing in the hallway like an idiot, I finally remembered the text that Y/N had sent me. I had forgotten to reply, as I had gotten caught up in talking to Ed. I quickly pulled out my phone from my pocket, and checked the message.
As soon as I had seen that Y/N texted me, Ed had started talking about her, and I didn’t get the chance to reply.
I read the text, and it said that she had a surprise for me. It was strange that the text was received more than an hour ago. Usually, she sent a lot of texts if I didn’t reply.
I recalled the conversation that I had just had with Ed. I understood that I had said some pretty harsh words, the words that I should have never said about anyone, let alone my own girlfriend. I remembered Ed’s words,
“She only does these things for you because she cares. And she wants you to care for her as well. If you’re bothered by it, then maybe it’s time for you to re-consider your priorities.”
Now that I looked at the text messages that she had sent to me in the past weel, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for ever saying what I did.
Haz, I missed you so much today, I almost died. (I’m kidding, but I did miss you a lot)
Do you think we could meet at Johnny’s Café tonight? If you’re free...
Have you eaten dinner yet? I’m on my way to yours, I can bring something if you want?
Take care, my prince.
And there were many more that I hadn’t bothered replying to. I admitted that what I had done was wrong, so I decided to call her. As I clicked on her contact picture, I couldn’t help the strange feeling in my gut.
For a minute, I just stared at her picture. She was so beautiful, and I was lucky enough to be able to call her mine. I shouldn’t be taking her for granted.
With a promise to myself to never think about her like that again, I called her, ready to ask her to come over, as well as about the surprise she had. However, I felt nervous when she didn’t pick up. She usually picked up pretty soon.
Taking a seat on the couch, I decided to wait.
Maybe she’s busy, I thought.
Still though, I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in my stomach. I felt like there was something terribly wrong, and it worried me. What if she’s sick? Should I call her again? Should I go over to hers? For a second there, I just thought about how pathetic I was. Here I was complaining about her, when I was pretty much doing the same. Was this how she felt when I didn’t reply? I decided to try again after a while. But before I knew it, I had passed out on the couch.
It was dark outside when I woke up again. The first thing I did was check my phone. Strangely, there were no texts or calls from Y/N. I called her again, hoping she would pick up. She did:
“Hello?” she said.
For some reason, it didn’t sound right. It didn’t sound like her. I tried to ignore that as I replied,
“Ey’ love, haven’t heard from you much today.”
“Yeah I, umh, stayed up late last night and just slept through the day.” She said.
Her voice almost shook as she said it, and I found myself wondering just what I had missed.
“Baby, are yeh ‘kay?” I asked.
She sniffled before replying, “Yeah. I’m good. I was just reading a sad book, ‘got me a little emotional.”
Her reply did little to settle my nerves, but I decided not to pressure her.
“Awwh baby, you wanna’ come over? Can do something to cheer yeh up?”
I was hoping she would say yes, because although we had spent the day together yesterday, I yearned for her presence after the realizations that I had made today.
“Umm, I actually have to go somewhere today. So…” Her reply wasn’t what I was hoping for, I wanted her to come over to me, to spend time with me. I knew that I had been unfair to her, but I couldn’t help the remorse that I felt right now.
“Oh, tha’s okay, ‘can do somethin’ tomorrow, yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah, we’ll see, I guess.
Her replies were so monotone, I found it hard to believe that this was the same girl whom I had been with yesterday.
“Are yeh sure you’re okay?’ I asked.
“Listen Harry, I have to go right now, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
That was it. She hung up before I could say anything.
It had been three weeks since that day. Y/N had been getting more and more distant with time. She rarely smiled, and when she did, it was never at me. Whenever I suggested meeting up, she made up some excuse as to why she couldn’t get there. It had been a long time since I had gotten to kiss her, it was usually just a peck that never lasted more than a few seconds. When we hugged, I could feel her body get tense, and it was clear that she felt uncomfortable. Her random texts that used to annoy me, they weren’t there anymore.
I should have been happy but I can’t describe the melancholy in the pit of my stomach, that unknown feeling that kept eating away at me. This wasn’t what I had wanted, this wasn’t how I had intended it to be. I wanted nothing more than to get back what we had.
I promised myself that this time, I would be a better man. I would do it right, I would treat her the way she deserves to be treated. But the way she had been acting lately, it made me feel like I had done something so bad that I couldn’t undo. It killed me to see her this way. My only wish was to get back the Y/N that I had developed such strong feelings for, and this time, I vowed to never take her for granted.
It was a Wednesday when I asked Y/N to come over at my place. She said that she couldn’t come because she wasn’t feeling too well. I offered to come over at hers, but she refused. The helplessness that I felt killed me inside. I decided to go to the café nearby, for a cup of coffee.
As I opened the door, the sight in front of me made my heart drop to my stomach. Y/N was sitting at a table in the back of the café, looking out the window. She was alone, and there was a cup in front of her that still had steam coming out of it. What absolutely killed me though, was how she looked so… sad.
This wasn’t like her, she was always so happy, so excited and so full of affection. I felt my eyes watering at the sight of my girl looking so alone, so sad.
I had always been taught to treat a woman right. Whether it be a stranger, or a friend. It was something that my mum had embedded into me, and it was a part of me now.
I couldn’t help but feel disappointed in myself as I looked at the girl that I loved. My thoughts halted to a stop at that
Love?
It certainly sounded scary, the thought of loving someone. But then I realized that yes, I did love her.
That feeling whenever I looked at her? How it pissed me off that she’d put herself in difficulty just to see me? How it absolutely killed me inside to see her so unhappy? I did indeed love her, and it was about time that I let her know that.
I was determined to make things right.
With this thought, I started walking towards the table that she sat at alone. As I slid in the seat opposite to her, she seemed to not even notice, she was staring out the window and it looked like she was in another world, a world that I wasn’t a part of.
That was when I noticed the silent tear sliding down her cheek. It tore me apart, what had happened that she felt the need to hide and lie to me? What had happened to my girlfriend that forced her to run away from me?
I slid into the seat next to her, my hand slowly moving to hold her slightly trembling ones that were placed on her lap. She seemed startled at the sudden contact, and turned around to face me as a gasp escaped her.
“Ha-Harry, what are you doing here?”
Even her voice wavered as she asked me the question. My fingers raised to wipe off the tears on her cheeks, before she turned her face down.
“Y/N, how long are you going to play this game for?’’
It came out harsher than I had intended for it to be, but I had to let her know that it was killing me to see her like this.
“What are you talking about?” she replied, her voice back to being expressionless, once again giving me no clue as to how she felt.
“You know what I’m talking about. You’ve been acting so distant lately, you never want to meet up, you don’t want any sort of physical contact, heck, you don’t even pick up when I call you! What am I supposed to make out of that? I hate this, I hate whatever this is that we have become.”
I burst out. I felt my heart stop as she turned around to face me, her eyes bloodshot, her distress was clear as she quietly remarked,
“Wasn’t this what you wanted?”
I didn’t understand, I didn’t understand what was happening.
When I didn’t reply, she continued, her voice barely above a whisper,
“You remember that day I said that I had a surprise for you?”
I nodded as I felt my heart sinking lower in my chest, recalling the words and events that had taken place on that particular day. I had forgotten to ask her about the surprise, and she never really talked about it afterwards.
Heck, she didn’t talk to me about anything after that apart from the short responses that came when I asked her a question.
“I came over at your house that day, when Ed was there. I didn’t want to disturb you two, so I tried to be quiet. Little did I know, I was the topic of your conversation. I heard everything you said that day, Harry. How else was I supposed to act after that?”
I felt the world caving in on me as I recalled the words that I had said.
“She tries too hard”
“She’s always around me”
“She’s just, clingy.”
I had no idea as to how I was going to make things right, but I was determined to try. I had to let her know that I had made a mistake. Probably the biggest mistake in my life, something that could cause me to lose the girl of my dreams.
“Baby, I know it all sounded wrong. But it was a mistake. I was confused about my feelings. I admit, it did start to annoy me a bit, but after not being able to have you for so long, I’ve realized that I was at fault. You only did all that because you cared. And I love you for that.”
It seemed as if the world stopped, as she looked in my eyes. Her sad, yet beautiful eyes, stared into mine.
“L-Love?” she croaked out.
This was it. This was the moment that would decide the rest of my life. I prayed with everything in me that she would feel the same.
“Yes, love. I love you, and I’m not afraid to admit that anymore. I understand if you don’t feel the same. Heck, I understand if you hate me. Even I hate myself right now. But baby please, won’t you love me? Won’t you give me a chance? I promise that I’ll treat you right this time. I’ll show you that I care. Because I do; I may not have been the best at showing that before, but I do care. I care because I love you.”
I had poured my innermost feelings for her in this, I had showed my deepest emotions, and I prayed, oh how I prayed, that I would get one more chance to make it all right.
I hadn’t even noticed the tears streaming down my face until she lifted her hand to cup my cheek and wiped away the fallen tears. My eyes shut slowly as I leaned in to her touch.
I just now realized how much I had missed her touch, her sweet smell that lured me into her.
“I love you too, Harry. But you have to understand that what you said, really hurt me, and it’s not that easy for me to forget everything that happened.”
As much as the next words made my guilt grow, I couldn’t help the warm feeling that engulfed me, just by her words.
She loved me.
She loved me back.
The girl that I loved, actually loved me back the same.
“I promise that I’ll do anything to get your forgiveness. I’ll show you that you can trust me. I promise.” I said, as I got down on my knees in front of her.
She looked shocked as she kneeled down beside me.
“Harry, get up.”
“But baby, I need you to forgive me.” I stated, as I saw the playful glint back in her eyes. It showed me that she was happy, and that was all that I wished for.
“Okay, okay. I forgive you. Just get up, you dork.” I smiled as she took me into her embrace, her hands wrapped around my neck as my face nuzzled in her hair.
“I love you, baby. I really do.” I said, as my hands tightened around her waist.
“I love you too.” She replied, her hands weaving through my hair.
“Say it again?” I requested, desperate to hear the confirmation that someone as perfect as her, actually loved me back.
“I love you, I love you, I love you. Even though you’re a jerk at times.”
“I’m your jerk though, ain’t I, pet?” We didn’t need words as our lips connected, letting the most intimate parts of ours speak for themselves.
“By the way, you’re moving in with me. I can’t stay without you anymore.”+
She only nodded in response, before crashing her lips with mine once again.
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Better Togehter (Smut) Part Two
Request: Heya hey can you do one where you and shawn are best friends but then sleep together its gets awkward after but then you both decide to try a relationship? (Lil smutty and fluffy?) haha ur stories are cute!!
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Better Together (Smut) Part Two
A ray of sunlight hit my face, forcing me to open my eyes. They were sore and burning. Only seconds passed by, before the sickness came creeping in. I should stop drinking this much. I closed my eyes again, not ready to deal with the light in the apartment.
I rubbed my aching temples, trying to swallow the lump in my throat making me nauseas. I must really have been drinking much last night, my thinking thoughts were a complete mess. My throat screamed for water, so I had to fight the headache and opened my eyes again.
“Fuck” I whined, feeling pity.
The more I came to my senses, the more I remembered from last night. In panic, I looked down at my body. I was completely naked. Fuck, shit, crap. Biting my lip, I slowly turned my head to look at Shawn, lying beside me.
Luckily, he was still heavily asleep, making weird little noises as he breathed out. I took a deep breath, before pulling the sheets up a little. Yep, Shawn was naked too. Looking down at my body, Shawn had sucked places so hard last night, it had left multiple red and blueish marks on my skin.
It really wasn’t a dream; I fucked my best friend. I covered my head in my palms, trying to keep myself from freaking out, but I only managed to stay calm for a couple of seconds. I fucked Shawn. I fucked my best friend. What the hell was I think? What the hell was he thinking?
I hurried to find my panties from last night, sliding them on without making any noise. I grabbed the white t-shirt and pulled it over as well. Slowly, trying my best not to wake up Shawn, I crawled out of the madras.
He made a loud noise, but he just turned to the side and continued to sleep. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I dragged my bare feet across the cold floor, grabbing a cold water bottle in the fridge. Glimpses of last night flashed in my mind, making it impossible for me to focus. I almost re-lived how Shawn grabbed me, touched me, licked me.
I shook my head, pushing away the thoughts. There was no way, I could be into Shawn, was there? I mean, sure, we were better together, but as friends, right? I tried convincing myself that last night was a mistake, I was just praying, it would mess up our friendship, because I honestly couldn’t imagine my life without Shawn in it.
I pushed myself up to sit on the counter, as I hit my face in my hands, closing my eyes, trying to catch some deep breathes.
“Umh good morning” Shawn mumbled awkwardly.
He gave me a chock; I hadn’t even heard him get up. I removed my hands from my face, meeting his eyes. Nervously, I played with my fingers in my lap. Shawn was scratching the back of his neck, not knowing what to do or say. Awkwardly, we just stared at each other in silence.
“Water?” I offered trying ease the tension.
“Thanks” he said, grabbing the bottle from my hand. Shawn took a couple of sips, before handing it back to me.
“How’s your head?” I mumbled, not looking at him.
“I’ve been better” he said, I nodded in agreement.
Once again, the uncomfortable silence spread. I couldn’t really get myself to look at Shawn, because every time I did, I Shawn his naked body. That picture was imprinted in my mind. Shawn cleared his throat awkwardly, before leaning up against the counter.
I hated feeling like this. Suddenly, it felt like this wall had built up between us. We were both too embarrassed to speak and I hated it. Usually, I could talk to Shawn about anything; nothing had ever been to private and now, now we couldn’t even look at each other.
“So…” Shawn started, but his voice died off.
“So…” I whispered back. My voice was low and insecure.
“Yo-you remember last night as well, right?” Shawn stuttered, vulnerably.
“Yeah” I whispered, biting my lip.
“I guess we need to talk about that”
“Probably” I agreed.
But what was there do say? Let’s say I actually did like, who says Shawn felt the same way about me. I waited patiently for him to speak, but no words left his mouth.
“I don’t know how to feel about it” I admitted, honestly. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Shawn nod.
“I’m… I’m sorry if I pushed you to do something, you didn’t want to” Shawn stuttered.
His words made me look at him for the first time. I wrinkled my forehead. Did he think he forced me to do something?
“You didn’t, I… I wanted to as well” I hurried to say. I could tell Shawn didn’t really know, whether or not to believe me.
“Hey, you didn’t. I never said no, I wanted to” I said, catching his sad eyes.
“You did?” he asked. I nodded, biting my lips.
“I don’t want things to get awkward” he whispered.
“I don’t want that either. I hate this, this… tension between us” I admitted.
“I have to tell you something” Shawn said, rubbing his palms nervously. It made me nervous just looking at him being nervous.
“What?”
“That thing last night… I’ve wanted to do that for a long time” he admitted, shyly. My jaw dropped, as I watched his cheeks turn as red as a tomato.
“I don’t mean to freak you out or anything and if you’re not into it, I hope we can still be friends. I just really needed to come clean, but this has literally been killing me and I-“I grabbed around Shawn’s neck, pulling him into a kiss, just to make him shut up. Shawn pulled back, looking at me.
“Does that mean?” he whispered. I nodded at him.
Yes you idiot, I like you too. I bit my lip, sending Shawn a careful smile.
“Really?” he asked, not believing it.
“Yeah, I think I like you as well” I mumbled, embarrassed. Shawn lifted up my chin, so he could look me in the eyes.
“I always thought, we were better together” he said, sending me a loving smile. He smiled widely, a really honest smile that almost forced me to smile as well.
“You want to give this a shot, you and me?” Shawn asked me. If possible, his cheeks turned even redder.
“I do” I whispered back, planting kisses on his lips. I pulled Shawn in between my legs, hugging him closely. I let my lips reach his ear.
“You know that thing you did last night, with your tongue, can you do it again?” I whispered daring. I felt Shawn’s muscles tighten right away.
“I’m sure we can figure something out” Shawn breathed against the skin on my neck.
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me back to the madras. I’m pretty sure, I would get used to this rather quickly.
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Ok, time to explain my point, long post comin'!
- I read the Novelization of the movie Trolls, and when Chef makes her offer to him, Creek thinks he's 'too cool to die' (in italian, my native language, it said 'era troppo mitico per morire') and accepts.
This particular point shows that he DOESN'T care about anyone else except himself, that he is an egocentric, uncaring person. I mean, he could have simply thought that he was scared to die, or that he was too shocked to reject the offer right away. But no, he thought that he was too cool to die, basically that his life was worth an entire Village (dozens of children, women and men!).
And he IMMEDIATELY said 'Eat someone else! Anyone else! But not me!'... The offer wasn't even made at that point! Guys, he is a bitch, a coward and a fucking asshole, he wasn't tortured, he was willing to sell the orhers out right away... -.-
- Because of that, I don't believe the whole 'he didn't wanna do it'. Why? Because, analyzing the expressions he shows, you can see that Creek does NOT appear guilty AT ALL. Never! Com'on people, he even mocks Poppy with that 'Boop' on the nose!
He even shrugs and uncaringly smiles when his people, his race, his friends come out of Branch's bunker and get captured. If someone doesn't want to hurt his Village, or at least was forced to with torture and violence, he doesn't behave like that, he would have been sad, guilty, fighting in the inside, but he clearly isn't.
Does he look like he's sorry? Yeah... no.
- Last point: in my opinion, Creek was locked in the clasp because Chef needed to keep an eye on him (she was probably aware that the other Trolls'd escaped). Gristle said he was gonna eat him that night with the other Trolls, so he probably knew about the deal and that those Trolls would have been captured.
In 'Trolls, the Beat Goes On!' Creek's still a cocky bastard that forces Branch to apologize... and for what!? Being smarter that anyone else in the Village?
Poppy 'suggested' Branch to apologize because he put Creek's life in danger, saying 'we know he is afraid, we just accept his flaws' basically. Umh... No?? He said 'I would sacrifice myself for all of you, and then he doesn't. Let's clarify that: it's ok to be afraid.
But making a promise and breaking it is so wrong, and that is aggravated by the fact he already betrayed them during the first movie! How can you trust someone like him, seeing how many times he broke a promise? 'Forgive and forget' is a stupid advice if you see that the other person hasn't changed, like Creek who's clearly still an egocentric person fight me, It even describes himself as a fucking God in that song he wrote.
Poppy must give the good example, and sometimes having the guts to push someone so toxic away from the community IS a good lesson.
That was my point, i could go on forever, but dinner's ready now. :P I don't like or justify Creek, because he represents everything I hate: liars, cowards, fake and egocentric people. He had everything, the love of everyone, and he still stabbed their back bc he only loves himself. :P
P.S. oh, in the Junior Novelization Creek is planning his revenge against the Trolls. Definitely NOT a guilty dude here!
A potential point for Creek redemption (boy was tortured)
There’s this glaring timeline plothole in the timeline in Trolls(2016) with some really unfortunate implications come be upset with me!
No, I’m not talking about the initial time skip after the escape paired up with Poppy’s travel back to the Troll Tree making it difficult to conceptional how far away the new troll village is away from Bergentown. Everyone’s already talked that one to death.
No, I’m talking about Creek’s heel face turn.
Now the way it’s set up, the story kinda just sets up his betrayal in the timeline and I honestly didn’t even think about it, but we are given a really specific time where it occurred and it doesn’t make sense.
Creek is removed from everyone’s company and Chef encourages Gristle to eat Creek
We know at this point that Creek immediately starts begging for his life. The Narrative implies that this is when Chef made her offer to him. We are encouraged to believe that this is when the betrayal was made.
Simultaneously, Branch and Poppy have argued about Creek potentially being alive, and have started to fallow Bridget to her room in the basement
Now AFTER Creek’s apparent betrayal, we have Poppy and Branch freeing the other Troll’s, Poppy convincing Bridget to confess to Gristle, Branch’s backstory, Bridget’s makeover, and the entire first half of the date before we see Creek again.
Arguably SEVERAL HOURS minimum, but also arguably overnight if the storyboards from Branch’s story are right about it taking place around sunset. Honestly I spent a long time looking at windows trying to pin this down and I still can’t figure out if this movie takes place in a day or a week.
Only now, half way through the day do we see Creek, who is being kept in Gristle’s cape clasp. He’s filthy, and panicked. Judging by his breathing, he’s either in a constant state of panic, and has been for several hours, or more likely, from the build of the clasp, oxygen deprived. His only words at this point is a desperate “help” and a cut off “Mercy!”
finally, this means that Creek can only have came into Chef’s possession between chef interrupting Bridget and Gristle’s date, and Gristle going to his room to work out.
And according to the narrative, this is post taco, post begging for his life, post betrayal. So why was Creek still in the clasp, why is he being treated like this?
Of course that’s assuming Creek agreed to Chef’s proposition the first time. It is really heavily insinuated by the narrative that Creek’s decision came about from fear of being eaten, and that was his turning point���.
But logically speaking, it makes MUCH more sense for Creek to have rejected Chef’s first proposal.
It’s really apparent that Chef is a little desperate to get Gristle to eat a Troll, hoping to distract him with the sensation of happiness. Her entire plan hinges on him become addicted to happiness to the point that he becomes reliant on her, and at this point, his reluctance married with his concerns over a lack of Trolls for everyone is a huge problem.
It is really apparent that Creek’s claim of “I’ll do anything” is what gave her the idea of him leading her to the other trolls. She was basically a glorified zookeeper for years. Even finding a place where they congregated, she’s probably well aware of their behaviors and that she’ll be unlikely to find them again until they come out on their own (hence why she’s so reluctant to go get more)
So Creek rejects her offer, and she’s more or less in a perfect position either way. In Gristle’s clasp, he’s a constant temptation to Gristle. Should the prince give in and eat him, tasting happiness, she wins
Should he not, and he doesn’t she gets her other trolls, because she literally tortures Creek for hours and know’s he’ll break.
Think about this, When Creek tells her no, she put’s him in something the human size equivalent of a 20 gallon tub, no room to move, no light, barely any air, probably stinking of the Bergen spit he’s covered in, and leaves him there for several hours, minimum. Literal fucking torture.
When she takes him back out she probably makes the offer again, and judging by the way she treats him post Betrayal, uses false niceties to inject a big ol case of stockholm and she’s got herself an in.
And timeline wise, Creek rejecting her first offer and being placed in the pendant as punishment is a pretty intense conclusion that makes a lot of sense and I’m not saying what he did was OK but MAN does that put a spin on his Betrayal that I didn’t need.
(Edit: I haven’t seen ANY of the new netflix show yet and I know there’s a Creek episode in it, so this might be jossed now, but I’m not sure I trust that show in the first place for continuity, since the next movie is supposed to have Creek in it, and the nature of franchises gets a little foggy with lore outside of theatrical movie canon)
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