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Competitively Stupid | Steve Harrington

》 PAIRING: steve harrington x female!reader

》 TROPE/GENRE: rivals-ish (since childhood) to lovers, some angst; fluff

》 SUMMARY: It was stupid, jumping off a cliff just to prove that you were better than Steve fucking Harrington. But you were competitive. You were not losing to him. But you know what was stupider? For it to take a near-death situation for you both to confess what you truly feel for each other.

》 WARNINGS: canon divergent (everyone is alive & well & happy thanks), pet names (sweetheart, baby), shitty parents (on both sides), competitiveness on all accounts, r is basically a counterpart of steve during high school (cheerleading captain, queen of hawkins high, swim team captain, etc.), peer pressure-ish, some stupid decisions & stupider actions, very irresponsible cliff jumping (which doesn't end well), drowning, CPR, injuries, an emotional moment™, love confessions, and a happy, sappy ending.

》 WORD COUNT: 5.3k+

A/N: hi! okay, well, it's been a while since i posted a steve fic so i'm kinda nervous ngl. also, not me making it a habit to include swimmer!steve in all my fics from here on out. this was meant to be short & sweet to dust off the cobwebs but lol. super random. i saw a video of someone cliff-jumping & boom, the idea was born. also, not me using the first aid training i learned in college.

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This was stupid.

Absolutely idiotic.

You genuinely have no idea why you were even doing this in the first place.

"There's no way you can do it."

Right.

That's why.

The taunting voice of Steve fucking Harrington was the reason why you were standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down at a thirty-foot drop into the dark ocean.

This was supposed to be a relaxing trip with your new found family.

"You know you don't have to listen to him, right?" Robin sighed, so completely over the fact that her two best friends who never got along no matter what she tried, somehow came to an agreement to not listen to her right now.

Not that you could blame her.

You and Steve had been rivals ever since you were kids.

It was what you had always known.

What with narcissistic parents who used their children as pawns to one up each other, you had been conditioned to see him as an enemy from the second you step foot into their home.

Your family was invited into the Harrington residence for dinner as a way of welcoming you to the neighborhood. You recently just moved in, so you didn't know anyone else yet. When you heard that the next-door neighbor had a son who was your age, you had been really excited to gain a new friend.

All that changed when your dad sat you down an hour before, prepping you about how the Harringtons were a respected family in the town, and that you needed to show them you weren't any less than them, if not show them you were better. He drilled it in your brain to be on your best behavior, to be the best and the perfect daughter.

It only got worse when you finally sat down at that dinner table.

The comparisons were endless.

"See, my daughter here is a wonderful gymnast, quite amazing for someone her age."

"How wonderful. Steven here has swimming lessons every weekend. His coach said he might end up in the Olympic team once he's of age."

"Splendid. How about his academics? I'm sure he can take inspiration from my daughter's exemplary grades."

"He's the top of his class. Maybe if they study together, your daughter would be able to catch up in time."

It was harsh, pitting two seven-year-olds against each other—impressionable kids who only wanted to make their mom and dad proud.

But neither your parents nor his truly gave a shit. All they cared about was becoming the best family in the street, if not the whole town.

The sad thing was, those dinners became a regular thing, held alternately between your house and his.

It always looked like a preparation for battle whenever your mom would pull out the finest china in her collection along with the cookbook she only ever used for special occasions.

It was in the guise of cordiality when it was, in fact, an excuse to show off, to make a competition out of everything, a moment to compare who did what best. Those dinners were like monthly scoreboards, tallying up the respective families' recent achievements—and that included yours and Steve's.

Nobody was surprised that the competitiveness stuck with you both.

And it only got worse during high school.

Whether that was something as mundane as winning the popularity contest when running different circles—even going as far as getting crowned the King and Queen of Hawkins High—down to academics and extracurriculars.

Captain of the basketball team. Captain of the cheerleading squad. Prom Queen. Prom King. MVP of the season. Brightest student of the year. Beer pong Queen. Kegstand King. Best summer camp counselor. Lifeguard of the month and it went on and on and on and on.

When he got co-captain for the men's swim team, you rubbed it in his face that you were the captain of the women's team. When you got second place at the science fair, he made sure to rub his first place medal right in your face. When you became president of the student council, you ordered him around to do extra work whenever the basketball team was required to help with community service.

It was a constant back and forth.

There was always a competition between you and Steve Harrington.

And sure, since you graduated, it became subdued. But it was still very much there. Vying on who was the coolest babysitter in your band of ragtags, even fighting to have the title of Robin Buckley's ultimate best friend.

This thing between you and Steve was deeply rooted. So there really wasn't much Robin could do apart from getting in between your frequent squabbles before you started actually killing each other.

In Robin's words, something drastic had to happen for you both to finally wake up and see that this rivalry between you both wasn't what it seemed to be on the surface.

You had no idea what she was even implying.

Now, on a little getaway on the nearest beach you could drive to, the competition started with a race on who could get there first. It wasn't even fair seeing that you weren't the one driving.

The group had split into two, some were in Eddie's van—along with everyone's belongings since he had ample space in the back—while the others were in Steve's Beemer. Since you and Steve couldn't be in the same room together without an argument ensuing, it was a unanimous decision to have you two separated. Nobody wanted to deal with that for hours on the road.

Not that you could blame them, either.

And sure, it was the kids who suggested the race, but with Steve's smug smirk and that arrogant wink he threw once you got into Eddie's passenger seat, you knew it was game on between you too.

Yet despite the metal head being a fast—albeit slightly reckless—driver, he somehow took his sweet goddamn time getting to your destination.

Only when your group arrived at the beach last, did he say something about Steve threatening him to be extra careful with driving because there's important cargo in his van—whatever the hell that meant.

You lost to Steve on that one, but you would argue it was rigged from the start.

The next was a supposed friendly bout on who could build the biggest sandcastle that didn't topple over after a few minutes.

It was boys versus girls with you and him being team leaders. The girls won, obviously and El never used her powers. It was fair and square since the other team mostly argued over everything they could think of and had no teamwork at all. You made sure to point that out to Steve as you watched their sandcastle crumble into ruins.

Another one was beach volleyball. Same leaders as before, but you get to pick the members of your teams this time. Steve made it his mission to pick the tallest of the bunch. Still, it wasn't the advantage he thought it was because it ended up being one point too close.

Your team would've won if Steve wasn't such a dramatic asshole.

It was truly an accident. When you spiked that ball, you were not aiming for his face. He simply thought it was a good idea to catch the ball with it. Besides, he was distracted, flirting with some random girl in a bikini who was passing by, right in the middle of the game.

How was it your fault that he wasn't paying attention?

He made sure to oversell his injury after that, curled up on the sand as the girl fussed over him. But you saw that smirk on his face. You would've hit him again—definitely not by accident this time—if you weren't busy arguing with Robin about the point deduction. She said it was only fair since you hit the ball when she hadn't blown her imaginary whistle yet.

You decided to let it go when Steve commented on you being a whiny sore loser.

Unfortunately, the competition was ending with who could make jumping off a cliff and into the ocean look the coolest—adults only, despite the groans of protest from the mischievous bunch.

Eddie offered to stay behind and watch the rascals. When teased, he simply said he didn't want to test Death today.

His comment didn't help your nerves.

Robin said she was only coming purely as a voice of reason. She'd been saying nonstop how it was a horribly stupid idea, that there really was no need to be doing this in the first place.

But Steve wasn't backing down, so you weren't going to either.

So once again, it was only you and him.

As it always had been.

He volunteered to go first, throwing in a comment about rushing back up the cliff's edge before you could take your turn because he wanted a front-row seat for when you'd chicken out.

It only made you want to do it more.

His dive was smooth, almost flawless, you admit. He even showed off with a little flip near the end. It didn't take long for him to swim back to the shore, either. His years of training as a swimmer were obviously paying off.

But you trained just as much if not more than he had.

The only difference was, adrenaline didn't fuel you as much as it did Steve. So instead of getting all powered up looking down at a cliff's edge like he was, you were terrified.

But who wouldn’t get scared looking down at harsh waves crashing against sharp and jagged rocks? There was no margin for error here because one wrong slip and you'd be dead.

Still, if Steve could do it, you could do it better.

You weren't about to lose to his stupid ass.

"I'm not listening to him," you argued back, taking in a shaky breath as you took a step.

"He's doing reverse psychology!" she squeaked. "So you doing it is still listening to him!"

"I'm fine, Robs, I can do it," you mumbled, a slight questioning lilt at the end of your sentence.

"Look, sweetheart, it's okay to admit defeat," Steve said, cocky voice with an even cockier smile as he crossed his toned arms against his bare chest. His hair was still damp, quick to climb back up so he could get his front-row seat as he promised.

But you weren't chickening out.

Never.

"I mean, it wouldn't be the first time you lost to me so, it shouldn't sting as much."

You ignored him.

Instead, you took another step, the tips of your toes now hanging over the edge.

You can do this. Wipe that smug smirk off his face. You got this.

"Listen, you don't have to do—"

"Shut it, Harrington," you growled.

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes, counting from three, two, one…

You jumped.

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This was stupid.

Absolutely idiotic.

He shouldn't have pressured you like that.

The jump wasn't deadly, per se, but it also wasn't exactly deemed the safest, especially if you weren't an expert in any sort of way.

And he didn't want to say it out loud because if he did, he knew it would only push you to do it more just to prove him wrong.

But Steve could see how scared you were.

He was already dropping the act, voice laced with concern as he started telling you that he wasn't worth all of this, that he was stupid and that you were always going to be better than him.

But, obviously, you didn't listen.

You simply jumped.

You and your stupidly competitive ass.

"Damn it," he cursed under his breath, rushing to the edge of the cliff, tensely watching your falling figure disappear into the water with a splash.

"You two are complete idiots."

"Shut up," Steve gritted, never looking away from the water. Yet any annoyance was quickly overpowered by sheer worry as he scanned the deep blue for anything.

There was no sign of you.

"Like seriously! It's like I'm the only one with a brain cell here!"

"Come on, come on, come on," Steve mumbled, completely ignoring Robin when you still hadn't emerged to the surface. "Come on, Y/N, don't scare me like this."

"Uh, Steve?" Robin asked after a moment, carefully looking over the cliff before shooting him a worried glance. "You look anxious and you being anxious is making me nervous."

"She hasn't come up," he grumbled, glancing at his watch.

It was nearing a minute.

"Maybe you didn't see her?"

"I haven't taken my eyes off the water, Buckley," he gritted, too harsh and uncalled for since Robin didn't do anything wrong.

But he was panicking.

A minute and thirty seconds.

"Come on, sweetheart, you can do it. You're an amazing swimmer," he whispered encouragingly, hoping some sort of magic would let you hear him underwater all while saying it aloud for his own sanity.

Two minutes.

You could never hold your breath any longer than that.

Steve knew because he always won that competition.

And that was in a calm pool.

"Shit, shit, shit!" he cursed, gearing up to dive after you. "I don't think she's coming up!"

"Okay! Okay," Robin rushed, panicking. "Maybe she's already on the shore. We should go down now and see—"

Steve didn't listen.

He jumped right after you.

The biting cold was awakening.

Still, it was the absolute fear of losing you that was keeping him alert.

He ignored the sting of the salty ocean water in his eyes as he frantically searched for you, his heart beating hard and fast, struggling for oxygen all while fearing for your safety.

Steve didn't know which came first, relief or dread when finally found you, aimlessly floating and unconscious under the deep blue.

He swam to you as fast he could, securely hooking his arm under your shoulder and dragging you up to the surface.

Steve always knew that adrenaline can give you a random boost of strength when needed. He simply didn't expect that to be proven true when he was carrying your unresponsive body in his arms as he brought you to the shore.

He gently placed you on your back on the sand, cupping your face as he checked for any injuries.

You were so cold.

"Hey, hey, wake up," he begged, grabbing your shoulders to try and shake you awake.

Nothing.

"You didn't have to make the jump, you idiot. Why do you always want to prove me wrong," he scolded with no ounce of anger, only worry. He started tapping your cheek frantically. "Come on, wake up!"

Still no response.

"Dammit, Y/N, why'd you have to be so fucking stubborn," he scolded, his voice shaking in fear, his chest tightening as he pressed two fingers against your pulse point.

His own heart stopped when he couldn't feel yours.

And you weren't breathing.

Steve tried to keep himself calm. If he panicked now, he wouldn't be able to give you the aid that you direly need.

"Come on, Harrington. You know what to do. You trained for this," he mumbled to himself, getting into the proper position to give you CPR.

He gently cupped your forehead with his left hand, his other two fingers under your chin as he tilted your head up.

"You're going to be okay," he whispered, pinching your nose before slotting his lips against yours.

Breathing into your mouth, one, two, he watched your chest rise as it filled up with air, only for it to settle back down without coming back up again. He quickly kneeled straighter, locking his fingers together and placing the heel of his left hand in the middle of your chest, pushing down with enough pressure to try and get your heart to start again.

"One, two, three, four, come on, sweetheart, breathe for me," he mumbled, easily finding the right rhythm, his first aid training as a lifeguard coming back to him like it was second nature.

Still, he never wanted to use this skill in a real-life situation, much less use it on you.

It was the longest thirty counts in his life.

Check for a pulse. Check for breathing.

Still nothing.

"Goddammit, Y/N, come on!" he growled, blinking back the tears as he pressed his mouth against yours again.

Two rescue breaths.

Thirty chest compressions.

Steve repeated the cycle over and over. His eyes were stinging with unshed tears, his knees were burning as the rough sand dug deeper into his skin, and his arms were starting to get sore, tiredness slowly covering his aching muscles.

But he'd rather die first than give up on you now.

"Steve—"

"Call for help, Robin!" he ordered, not taking his eyes off you for even a second. When he didn't hear any movement, he yelled, "Don't just stand there! Go!"

He was going to apologize for being an asshole later. For now, he needed you to fucking breathe.

"Come on, come on, please," he begged, leaning back down to give you two more rescue breaths. "Breathe for me, baby, please."

Thirty chest compressions.

"Trying to prove me wrong when I've always been wrong, you idiot."

Five, six, seven—

"Sweetheart, come on," he choked back a sob. "Who's going to call me out when I'm being stupid, huh? You know Robin can't do it alone."

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen—

"And you're really going to leave me alone to watch our kids?"

Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two—

"Y/N, baby, please, I can't live without you," he whimpered.

Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thir—

Steve felt his breath leave his lungs when you finally gasped for air.

He quickly turned you to your side, rubbing your back as you choked out all the ocean water that got into your system.

"There you go, you're okay," he whispered, whether to reassure you or himself, he didn't even know anymore. All he was focused on was making sure you were going to be okay.

"S-Stevie?" you coughed out the nickname that was only ever used by you.

It was the equivalent to his nickname for you—sweetheart.

Names that started out to annoy each other but the more often it was used as time passed, it only managed to grow into an endearment that held something warm underneath it. You both were quick to realize that the nicknames you had for each other weren't out of spite anymore.

Neither of you simply addressed it.

"Steady, sweetheart, I'm right here," he reassured, hurriedly getting into your line of sight to stop you from trying to turn around to face him. He gently cupped your cheek, offering you a soft smile when your gaze found him. "I'm not going anywhere."

You nodded as best as you could, your eyes clinging onto his brown ones only for them to screw shut when a shiver ran through your whole body.

"C-Cold," you stammered.

"I know, I know, come here," he said softly, guiding you to sit up before quickly settling behind you. He gently pulled you closer between his legs, his chest pressed against your back as he blanketed his body over yours, rubbing your arms to keep you as warm as possible.

You turned to face him slightly, burying your face into his neck only for you to wince at the slight movement. He quickly tried to steady you again, checking over you twice to look for any visible injury. But he couldn't find any.

"Tell me what hurts," he asked, pressing his lips against your cold forehead as he fully wrapped his arms around you.

"A-Ankle," you whimpered in pain, your grip on his waist tightening and God he hated that sound so much.

You must've rolled it when you jumped, and having landed on it when you reached the water, it definitely made it worse.

"It's okay, you're okay," he murmured, littering kisses against the side of your head to try and keep your mind off it. "Robin already called for help, they should be on their way, alright?"

You gave him a small nod, inching even closer to him, seeking as much warmth from him as possible. Your cold breath was tickling his skin but he didn’t care. Hell, you could be breathing fucking ice and he still wouldn’t give a shit.

As long as you were breathing.

"I need you to stay awake for me, okay?"

"I-I'll try," you whispered.

"First to fall asleep is the biggest loser," he mumbled, squeezing you slightly when he felt your eyes flutter close. "And you wouldn't want me to win this, babe, because I'll be a little shit about it."

"Not f-fair," you choked out a laugh.

"It's plenty fair," Steve chuckled tearfully, ignoring the sudden wetness on his cheeks. He hugged you tighter instead. "So stay awake or you'll lose to me. Again."

"Right there! They're right over there!"

Steve had never been so grateful to hear Robin's voice.

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"So are you finally going to tell her?"

"Tell her what?" Steve questioned back, unable to take his eyes off of you, soundly sleeping in a hospital bed with your foot now wrapped in a cast.

The doctor had already checked everything and thankfully, there weren't any further injuries apart from your twisted ankle.

Now, all you needed was to rest and recover.

"That you've been in love with her this whole time."

Steve sighed, squeezing your hand before turning to look at his best friend.

"I'm not in love with her, Robs."

"Right," she scoffed, raising a knowing brow. "Because jumping off a cliff with zero hesitation so you could save her is totally normal behavior for someone you claim you hate."

"I never said I hated her," he argued, and it was true. He couldn't think of a single moment where he hated you.

"Yeah, well, you two definitely don't act like you like each other."

"Does she annoy and frustrate the shit out of me? Yes. But I never hated her," he admitted.

Steve didn't know what it was exactly, maybe it was his tiredness muddling his brain, maybe it was from everything that happened in the last couple of hours finally catching up to him, or maybe it was the overwhelming need to confess everything into the open before it was too late—and it almost had been. Either way, he found himself suddenly spewing out all the things that he always just kept to himself.

"She's also been the most constant person in my life, you know? Hell, we basically grew up together. I can't just not care about her," he continued, memories flooding his system before he could even stop it. "She's been so ingrained in my life, her and the cute dresses she wore at those stupid dinners our parents always dragged us to. Her and her stupid competitions whenever our babysitters would bring us to the park together. Her and that stupid dance she always did whenever she won at anything even if it was my expense—she always does this cute little wiggle whenever she won, and that never left her even as we got older," Steve chuckled at the thought.

"And fuck, don't even get me started with how similar our parents are. She's the only one who will always get me when it comes to that," he continued. "And yeah, we compete a lot, but there was no hatred between us. Maybe at the start but all that went away when we learned that whatever our parents were feeding us was bullshit—that they were bullshit.

"And fine, did I sometimes get so annoyed whenever she got a new boyfriend? Yeah. But only because she always had this bad habit of dating fucking assholes. I don't know where she got those dickheads from but every time I see a glimpse of her crying by her window at night I swear to fucking God I would've killed every single one of those assholes if she asked," he gritted, slumping down in his seat with a sigh.

"She deserves to be treated right, you know? She's already experiencing so much shit at home, she doesn't need any more of that anywhere else. Sure, she irritates me to no end but that doesn't mean she's not a sweet girl who always cried whenever some random pet commercial came on the TV during the holidays. Does her competitiveness drive me up the wall? Absolutely. But that doesn't mean I don't feel so fucking proud of her whenever she wins another medal or achieves another milestone. And yeah, I wonder about how she's doing, if she's taking care of herself, if she's getting enough sleep between her work and classes. But that's only because I worry, you know?

"And maybe I do think about her a lot but that doesn't mean I'm in love with…"

Steve blinked.

Well fuck.

"Wow," Robin marveled. "You're stupider than I thought."

"He hit his head as a kid, cut him some slack."

Steve paled at the sound of your voice, swiftly turning red at the thought that you probably heard all the things he said.

He turned to face you, groaning in annoyance when he saw the smug smile on your lips. "You've been awake this whole time?"

"I'll leave you two love birds alone," Robin sang, quickly slipping out of the hospital room and closing the door behind her.

"How much of that did you hear?" Steve asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Enough to say you're stupid," you hummed.

He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his seat with crossed arms. "I'm not the one who jumped off the cliff and almost died just to prove a fucking point."

"Yeah, well, I guess we're both stupid then," you snorted.

He shrugged. "I guess we are."

"Jesus, you don't have to act so tense. I mean, you've already given me a mouth-to-mouth, we've practically made out already," you scoffed playfully. "I honestly thought I'd die first before swapping spit with you yet here we are."

It was your attempt at alleviating the tension, to throw in a funny quip. But with everything still so fresh in his mind, Steve simply couldn't take it well.

"Don't fucking joke about that will you?" he snapped, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face.

The silence that followed only made the tension worse.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

Steve immediately felt bad.

"No, no, no. You didn't do anything wrong, don't apologize," he sighed, meeting your eyes with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped. It's just—"

He stopped himself, chewing on his bottom as he looked everywhere but at you when he felt the tears well up again.

"Will you come here?"

Steve took a calming breath and did as you asked, moving his chair closer but didn't attempt anything else than that.

"Stevie," you called when he still wouldn't look at you.

Harshly wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, he lifted his head. You smiled at him sweetly, wiggling your fingers to get him to come even closer.

"You scared me back there," he croaked, taking your hand with a squeeze.

"I didn't mean to," you softly said, remorseful and apologetic even though you didn't have to be.

"I know," he murmured, pressing your warm palm against his cheek as he shot you a glare. "Just don't do that again."

"Promise," you giggled, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

Steve leaned closer into your touch. "How are you feeling?"

"Better, thanks to you," you hummed, brows furrowing in thought. "When Marcus got that black eye, you said it was because he was playing dirty on one of your games." You tilted your head knowingly. "That wasn't true, wasn't it?"

Steve shrugged. "He hurt you."

"It was a small bruise on the arm, Steve," you reasoned.

"He shouldn't be giving you a fucking bruise in the first place," he growled, the memory bringing back the same anger he felt when he first saw that bruise. The soft tapping of your finger against his cheek calmed him down. "Sorry."

"Did you lose on purpose to get him expelled?"

"What? No!" he scoffed, offended, rolling his eyes when you giggled. "I tried so fucking hard to win that fight, you know, for you."

"You've always been protective of me," you hummed, taking his hand and interlacing your fingers together.

"Don't think I didn't know it was you who dyed that poor girl's hair green that one year in middle school summer camp," he retaliated.

It was a sharp and piercing scream that woke up the whole camp that morning. Everyone rushed out of bed to see what was going on only to find a girl who once was blonde was now sporting bright green hair in the middle of the crowd, crying her eyes out.

Steve would've thought it was only some silly prank if he didn't know who the girl was. But he did. Because the day before he tried to ask her to be his girlfriend, only for her to turn him down in the most embarrassing and humiliating way possible.

It wasn't difficult for him to find out who the culprit was since he immediately noticed how you kept hiding your hands in your pockets for the next few days after the incident.

The counselors quickly found out that the little menace—whoever she was—decided to use permanent dye on the poor girl's hair instead of something washable.

Your green palms colored you oh so guilty.

"She called you pathetic and gross in front of everyone!" you argued, pouting. "You looked like you were about to cry and I hated it."

Steve's heart warmed at that, a smile on his face despite rolling his eyes. "I wasn't about to cry."

"Yeah well," you shrugged, eyes trained on your intertwined fingers, your thumb playing with his. "I'm the only one who's supposed to be mean to you."

"Hmm," he agreed, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. "I guess we've always been there for each other, huh?"

"I guess so," you giggled, cupping his cheek and tugging him closer.

He stood up from his seat, following your lead until he was pressing his forehead against yours.

"Thank you for saving my life, Steve," you whispered, eyes turning glossy as so many emotions covered your irises, the weight of what almost happened catching up with you.

"You don't have to thank me for that," he said sincerely, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. "I'd do it over and over again in a heartbeat."

You nodded, sniffling, "Still, thank you."

Steve wasn't able to argue some more when you all but kissed him.

The first time Steve felt your mouth on his was a horrible experience considering he was trying to keep you alive.

Now, everything was the complete opposite.

A kiss that was careful but sweet, a hint of nervousness and excitement all the same, completely unhurried yet burning with passion as his lips molded against yours.

But still, it felt like that first gasp of air—a finally.

"I'm in love with you, too, by the way," you murmured as you pulled away, your warm breath tickling his lips.

"Thanks for clarifying," he chuckled, eyes laced with adoration, unable to stop his smile from growing wider, warmer. "I couldn't figure that out from the kiss."

"I mean, you are kinda stupid," you teased.

"We're on that same boat, sweetheart," he chuckled. "I'm sure Robin would remind us about that every single day now."

"Unfortunately," you groaned playfully. "God, she gets annoying when she's right."

"Tell me about it," he hummed, brushing his lips against yours, moving away when you chased it.

You whined.

Steve didn't hesitate to dive back in.

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- Eddie at home just trying to work -

Venom: Yooo Eddie, bruh, I'm lowkey hangry rn and we're outta choc, when we finna cop some or, idk, go simp for some rizz and eat out, lol, no cap, that brainrot thought just crossed my mind, btw

- Eddie freezes for what seems to be a few minutes as his ears feel like they just got flashbanged -

Eddie: Um...... I think I blacked out for a second there, could you repeat that buddy?

Venom: Yeah sure, fam. I'm starving, so let's bounce and nom on some peeps since we're lowkey outta chocolate. Brainrot vibes, ya know?

- Eddie's old man ears aren't able to handle this -

Eddie: Hey buddy...... WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING!????

Venom: Bruh, we should def hunt, like, it's gonna be lit. (Silently afterwards: EDDIE! I'm saying we should go eat!)

Eddie: WHY DONT YOU JUST TALK NORMALLY AND HOW DID YOU LEARN TO TALK LIKE THIS

Venom: Chill, Eddie. Last night while you were snoozin', I peeped your PC and saw the cool young peeps were slangin' this kinda talk.

Eddie barely understanding: I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANY YOUNG PERSON TALK LIKE THAT

Venom: Bruh, chill, I gotchu, lemme show u, no cap, don't get that brainrot from overthinkin'

- Venom types youtube on Eddie's laptop and once the page loads all the recommendations are brainrot compilations and skibbidy toilet videos. Venom clicks on video history and keeps scrolling and scrolling and the brainrot videos just never seem to end. -

Eddie horrified: HOW LONG DID YOU WATCH THESE FOR.

Venom: Watched 'em all night, tryna cope some Gen Z brainrot lingo.

Eddie, face in hands: - V. Most young people dont talk like that. They just find it funny. Please for my sanity stop talking like this.

Venom now just having fun: - Lowkey, it's hella disappointing they don't vibe like this since I brainrot-ed all night studying but bruh, can I get a pass to talk like this for today, no cap?

Eddie absolutely despising this but seeing that venom is having fun: - Okay, sure. But JUST tonight okay! If this becomes a regular thing I wont survive living with you.... No, cap.

Venom: Thx eddie! U r a brainrot legend!

- Eddie feels like he already regrets allowing this-

#Venom still talks in this deep voice while saying all that.#Made this cause i feel like venom would be the kind to binge alot of brainrot content when if he discovers its existence #Eddie feels like his ears keep non-stop getting flashbanged #After that day venom stops talking like this but on rare occasions he uses a brainrot word and eddie dreads it when he does.#Venom #venom films #venom symbiote #Symbrock #veddie #venom x eddie #venom and eddie #eddie brock #Brainrot venom #Bag.venom

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misc-obeyme · 7 months ago

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what do you think mammon and barbatos do for dates

like barb is a very busy demon obviously, and mammon is clingy (me too man) and like

do you think he gets sad sometimes when barb is so busy

And one day he goes to barb and is like "i miss you" "I know. I apologize, it seems I've had more errands to run than usual" "take me with you" "excuse me?" "Take me with you to run errands. I promise I'll help. I just miss you."

would barbatos be reluctant because he's not sure how this would go, and he doesn't think it'd be an enjoyable experience??

cut to the actual day and Mammon insists on driving and he's practically bouncing in his seat because he's giddy. Meanwhile on his face he's trying to look unbothered

And imagine it's a grocery store run for the week and barbatos sends Mammon to grab things, and Mammon zooms off and eagerly presents said item

If it's the right item, Barbatos would smile and maybe rub his arm or brush his fingers against his cheek. Or a head pat (Because that mf loves head pats). I'm not sure what Barb would be okay with affection wise when in public 😭

Or if it's the wrong item he'd be like "That's close, Mammon. They look similar but it's actually *insert difference description*. Here's a picture. "

Like that tweet that's "i am going to get a good grade in therapy, which is something that is possible to achieve and normal to want"

Mammon wants a good grade in being helpful

he's refraining from getting distracted by sales or deals, maybe texts Lucifer good one's to remember. Gets distracted in the ice cream aisle (barbatos makes a note to stop for a treat later for the two of them)

Because now he's getting things done quicker than he anticipated and he actually has free time at the end of the day!

this is me rambling per usual, I'm not confident in writing how any of the characters are lolol but I'm thinking about this at work. Send help

OKAY BYE HAVE A GOOD DAY !!!

Ahhhh I love all of this!! They're so cute omg~

I absolutely love the idea of Mammon helping Barb with his work, especially the shopping together thing. Like that's just really precious and it feels like it'd be entertaining enough for Mammon that he wouldn't get bored and get into trouble lol.

I'm just imagining how he'd be if he had to like... help dust the castle or something. And like if they were alone? He'd get too distracted by Barb to get anything done.

But if they were shopping? That's perfect, imo!

I also like to think that Barbatos plans out special date nights for them. Like he just informs Diavolo that he's taking the night off and Diavolo's just like yup okay go have fun with your boyfriend~

Sometimes I think Barbatos wants to go to specialty grocery stores that have super fancy teas and such things. But they're far away, so either the two of them take a train or Mammon drives them.

When they get more established with each other, the whole thing becomes a regular routine. Like after a while, Barbatos can't imagine making his weekly grocery run without Mammon. They work in tandem and get everything done so fast, they always have extra time. After they get back to the castle, they put everything away and then it's like well now that everything's done and it's still early...

Sigh. I love them when they're like newbies with each other and it's all intense and they're kinda feeling each other out. But I also like to think about them after it's been some time and they're an established couple, you know? They just get each other.

AH. I fear I was not helpful but instead may have made things worse a;lskdfjf

#makin it worse for myself too #I love them both separately #but I also love them together #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me barbatos #lonely-north-star #cc mutuals #misc answers

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goldenbloodytears · 11 months ago

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Do u think Danny would be okay with having his SO be his partner in crime. I feel like it really depends but I think he would be open to it as long as like he was still the one calling the shots you get me? Been thinking about this one all day 😭

An ask in my ask box! Oh boy! Thanks Anon :) So this is actually a concept I've been toying with for a while in relation to the magnum opus fanfic I've had brewing in my head for five years. Gonna put a read more since this got long thanks to my rambling; warning for brief mention of partner murder.

Edit: changed some wording for clarity.

I don't think he would react well to an SO knowing his secret in a regular situation unless he was dead certain this person isn't going to betray him. So, obviously, becoming his partner in crime is going to involve blackmail. If his SO accidentally or purposefully kills somebody? Does some other crime or horrible thing they don't want revealed? That's going to be used. I think there's also just the inherent threat of personal harm... But I don't see him doing that unless pushed into the situation--I think if something did result in the death of the SO he would be sad about it... like very angry sad. Look what you made me do kinda. Like somebody just took a toy away from him. I don't really subscribe to yandere style headcanons for him personally, but I definitely think he is possessive.

Anyways back to my point... I think Danny would enjoy having somebody know. I think it must be lonely and a little isolating the way he lives... and humans are social creatures.

I think when it comes to his SO acting as a partner in crime, doing murders... my personal headcanon on the matter is he's... rather into it? I don't think he would go out of his way to influence somebody into murder/violence (what is he? his old man? lol) but I think there's a kind of... appreciation for a display of strength like that. Even if it was an accident. He's gonna clean the blood of them and it's the most sensual experience he's ever had--his head is gonna SPIN! I actually think he would be completely caught by surprise, like discovering a kink you didn't know you had (I mean that's exactly what it is, let's be real) He's been formed into this person to be okay with violence and it's not something he really gets to share/experience with people. He's not a veteran so he can't share "war stories" of his experiences, the closest he would get to this kind of thing for the average person is maybe hunting... but there's a keen difference in hunting a human than, say, a deer? I think having an SO as a partner in crime would be... like toxic good for him... I'm assuming the SO is a willing partner in crime. I can see him really enjoying somebody gassing up his ego (totally tempted to make a Harley/Joker comparison here). HOWEVER, I do think he would be an absolute pain in the ass about his works, his stories... I don't see him sharing Ghost Face with somebody, so it would be convincing him to either change gears to something else, or putting up with that.

One change I could see happening is having the SO, if they have writing chops or come from a journalism background, taking over the paper-writing/reporting aspect. The original background in-game (not the tome) mentions that some of the articles he's kept were not written by him, so as much as I feel like this is still an imperative part of his modus operandi, it's clear he still takes a nice fat dopamine hit for the sake of his ego from other people writing about him too... and therefore I could see him being flexible with it, because if the SO is his partner in crime, he can still influence what they write--he just doesn't have to work double shifts anymore LOL

Is it too cracked up to make a joke about Danny and his partner-in-crime SO getting a house in some random town and posing as a totally normal man and his spouse by day but then murdering people by night? IDK you decide. I'm kinda just picturing that one song by the Mountain Goats.

#danny johnson #dbd ghostface #dead by daylight #ghostface #danny jed olsen johnson #headcanons #ghostface x reader #ghostface x oc #ghostface x you #partners in crime AU

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neighboringheart · 1 year ago

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I'M IN HARDCORE SUPPORT FOR THE PREDATOR/PREY DYNAMIC YOU POSTED ABOUT !!

I'm an absolute simp for Bumblebee so any ship with him as the prey is perfect in my eyes.

The 3 ships that comes to mind immediately are BlitzBee, StarBee and MegaBee.

The Megabee scenario about a concerned Megatron worrying that Bee is distrustful of him while in reality the autobot is having the most insane thoughts were really funny lol.

So I'm curious in how you would go about the other two ships, if in all cases Bee is already into the idea and find it hot or if it's a life or death scenario as he is being hunted down by various deceptions ?

I'm rambling here, but all Im saying is that I need to hear more from you about this specific Predator/Prey dynamic bc I CRAVE MORE.

(also maybe a crossover with Bee ending up in the shattered glass universe to throw in some twisted autobots into the mix too 🫡)

ough ough ough okay I am home from work and have a keyboard to properly go buckwild with and yeah there's not gonna be much punctuation happening sorry but I'm feral and I am politely grabbing you by the collar to keep you here

adding a read more bc this got a lot longer than I thought it would but I hope you enjoy my brainworms

okay so for BlitzBee it would absolutely be something that Blitzwing brought up first and you might think "oh was it Random joking about it or something?" no it was Icy looking Bee right in the eyes and just going "I want to hunt you for sport. would that interest you?" and at first Bee did not get it at all and was unsettled but he ends up getting curious which is how the first occurrence of them disappearing into the woods for a week happened

Bee would end up finding out that oh it actually is kinda hot to have all that adrenaline going kinda like right after a really tough race except the bit of fear tingling up his spine makes it interesting and then being caught and having Blitzwing roughly fuck into him with barely any prep at all hurt but still felt so so good and after waking up the next morning and thinking for a bit yeah he got it he got exactly why Blitzwing was interested in that and it ends up becoming a regular thing for the two of them where they just disappear and then show back up again like a week later Bee looking like he went through a wood chipper and his abdomen a bit bloated from all the transfluid he's been stuffed with the last week but his field brimming so brightly with a fuzzy happiness that no one wants to bring up that he needs to stop whatever he's been doing

aside from Ratchet that is lol he makes it very clear how much he dislikes having to do a full systems check on him but also does NOT want to know who he's been fucking bc he knows it would have to be a decepticon and he doesn't wanna know a damn thing about it

as for StarBee tbh I really couldn't see either of them being interested in it or bringing it up aside from like...rid15 StarBee bc rid15 Starscream is feral in a very specific way and yeah I could see him wanting to hunt Bumblebee down and then claim him once he's victorious

idk how Bee would feel about it tho I feel like he'd try it just the one time bc Starscream keeps suggesting they try something more adventurous and Bee would much rather one of them gets tied up instead of being forced to go galivanting through the woods at the behest of his—frankly deranged—boyfriend but he goes with it just to try it once and afterwards they'd discuss it and Bee didn't hate it but again he'd rather that Starscream just tie him up next time which Starscream would be happy to do so they just stick to berth activities that involve less of bee ending up facedown in the dirt...took a while to get everything out of his seams lol

and then idw StarBee it would never happen bc Starscream would be too busy trying to convince Bee to put him on a leash (which Bee is so tired of this conversation he doesn't wanna do petplay) to think about predator/prey shit lmao

and then MegaBee...oh MegaBee my beloved...this could work for so many continuities in my head but yeah earthspark would be the funniest but the extra size difference in tfa is also very sexy I would imagine in either scenario the seed would be planted in Bee's mind after either getting chased by Megatron for real at some point or in a dream and then the image just sticks there for a while

in earthspark it would be easier ofc since they're allies so eventually Bee would get the courage to bring it up to Megatron who would just be bewildered beyond all belief like "you want me to what??? why would you want that?? I've hurt you before!" and it would take a lot of convincing on Bee's part to get Megatron to agree especially bc he'd be like "but aren't you and Breakdown an item? I could have sworn he mentioned it last we spoke" and Bee would just be like "yeah we are but like you know how some humans have an agreement with their significant other about like having one other person that their partner would give them a pass about fragging? mine was you...and his was Knockout but I won't give you the details...he's got some interesting kinks that I don't have the literal claws for"

anyways Megatron would eventually relent in that scenario and agree to it bc he does find the idea of fucking Bee to be much more appealing than he'd expected and he wants to try something new but as soon as he's actually caught Bee and starts to manhandle him a bit Bee would start struggling and begging him to let him go or something and Megatron would definitely end up using their safeword he just wouldn't be able to do it

they'd have to sit down somewhere Megatron shaking a bit bc even tho he knew it was just a scene and that Bee was just playing the part the thought of him returning to how he once was terrifies him and they'd end up having a long conversation that ends with the decision that if they were to try something like that again they'd change it to be more lighthearted bc Megatron did enjoy the chase and doesn't mind getting a bit rough with his partners but even Bee pretending that he's scared and trying to get away is too much but yeah they'd figure it out and have a lot of steamy fun

tfa MegaBee would be wayyyy different tho Megatron would be so into it and Bee would be so in over his head but he'd be wobbling back to the autobot base later looking like he'd been in a ten car pile up but feeling more blissed out than he'd ever been lmao he'd think about it on and on for weeks hoping to get to do it again

as for if he ended up in shattered glass? oh primus help any poor Bumblebee who ends up in that situation and lets hope any of them would already be a little bit of a freak otherwise that would not be a fun trip for him lol

oh boy I ended up rambling a lot more than I thought I would lmao but I hope you're seeing my vision here there are so many Bumblebees and so many of them deserve to get chased through the woods and then bent over and getting their cute little valves stuffed until the only thing they can ever think about is getting to experience that thrill again

ough even just the thought of earthspark Bumblebee with his doorwings twitching and thick transfluid dribbling from his gaping valve after Megatron pulls out makes me feel so so insane I need to do unthinkable things to him

so yeah the individual scenarios would vary a lot but I feel like in most instances it wouldn't be Bumblebee who thinks of it unless there was some kind of inciting incident whether irl or some kind of strange dream but most people who get together with him end up wanting to hunt him for sport bc he's just so cute and even tho he's certainly not helpless he can play that act very well and look real cute while doing it and he's usually enough of a freak that he'd want to try it

...now that I think about it...tfa ProwlBee would also be interesting as I'm sure Prowl would love to finally shut that brat up and chasing him down to stuff him with a spike sure is one way to do it but I've prattled on long enough this post is getting wayyy too long lmao I am nothing if not a passionate man 😂

#nh text #ask #anon #valveplug #too lazy to tag the ships lol this is just for you anon

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majachee · 6 months ago

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I am typing this at 12:30 am after being out for 7 hours walking and standing nonstop so I apologize if my tappings make no sense

anyways I think chris would’ve given the team some alien steroids, since they’re humans, and weak. like try dropping them from 30 feet high, or put them against an alien with 500 years of experience, they’re so fragile. but then he realized he gave alien steroids to *teenagers*, not just regular old plain human adults. cue to duncan holding a fucking bus over his head going on an absolute power trip, he’s having the time of his life

I also personally think that they deserve to get dna from their animals as a treat. just, y’know, some minor mutations that would help them out in battle but become massive nuisances outside of battle. courtney should become a kibby as a treat. they’re full of alien drugs, animal dna and puberty hormones. do you see it

-mmpr anon

NOT GONNA LIE I THOUGHT ZORDON ALREADY PUT THEM ON SOME SORT OF ALIEN STEROIDS IN THE SHOW... But yeah, Chris would absolutely do that. 💀

Okay "alien steroids" is a bit of an exaggeration, but I do believe there's some sort of power-up happening there. My Power Rangers knowledge in general is rusty, I watched one of the many TV shows sporadically as a kid (ie whenever it was on the lobby TV at my sister's karate dojo) so like... Lol.

But I've recently watched the episode in season 1 of MMPR where Tommy/The Green Ranger loses his powers cuz Rita put a spell on a candle, and like... Dude mentions physically getting weaker and feeling drained without his powers, so there's SOMETHING THERE. Tommy Green Ranger come back I miss you

I'll likely not include the candle-thing in the AU, cuz that was kind of silly and also the Green Ranger is... kind of my favorite in this show, so I ain't getting rid of him that easily. 😈 Will have fun with the Island of Illusions plot, though.

In the AU, I'd imagine this is how Noah gets enough upper-body strength to hold ranged weapons. Also yes, Duncan would throw a bus at someone. He will DO THAT !!!!

As for the minor mutations thing...? Nodding, nodding. First thing that came to mind were the mutations from the MMPRxTMNT comics which IS NOT WHAT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT BUT—

Harold made them fursonas, I guess.

I'm not sure if I can do the minor mutations thing, but I'll try to toss in some nods to their zord-buddies in their designs, regardless. 😈

I've also been thinking about Bulk and Skull, and what I'd do with them in this AU. In the show, they're meant to be seen as bullies, but to me? They're losers, first and foremost. Above all else, they are losers. Losers trying to overcompensate by trying to be intimidating bullies. So I've given the role of bumbling loser to Cody—

Also let's be so heckin real right now, these guys would NOT get bullied. They are the bullies.

#ask #anonymous #mmpr anon my beloved yay #tw drug mention #mighty morphin power campers au #total drama #total drama au #mighty morphin power rangers #lore post #maja needs to shut up tag

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himebushou · 7 months ago

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Okay, I think this is happening -- I've been drawn in and I'm now rewatching The Prince of Tennis.

Thoughts on Episodes 2 through to 6 below.

Ep 2 - Samurai Junior

Inoue appears! This guy is so important for the audience as he explains so much tennis teminology to us (at Shiba's expense, whoops) but the fact that he works for a (presumably) well-known tennis magazine yet spends so much time covering the middle school scene is... odd. Like, he's there for the entirety of Seigaku's ranking tournament? What about the other Kanto schools?

HE TALKS ABOUT NANJIROU and says how Nanjirou 'might have even won the Grand Slam'. To my memory, Nanjiroh was one match away from becoming World No. 1 (is that possible without winning a slam?) but suddenly quit because, y'know. The boy.

Ryoma does this lil glower after the first time he meets Momo and it's so funny, lol

Ryoma's contrary nature is RIDICULOUS. Arai demands that the freshmen introduce themselves, which the Ichinen Trio do, but Ryoma? Just stands there. Like, CHILD. He asked for your name! these are not state secrets!

So of course, we have the whole thing with Arai trying to con the freshmen and Ryoma gets pretty mad about Arai trying to fleece the freshmen -- he gets pretty heroic (?) about the whole thing and, with it, very bratty: "If I hit the can 100x, do I get 100,000 yen?"

Then Momo is there and it really seems like he just wants to beat Ryoma up!

Rather adorably, Horio umpires the Ryoma v. Momo match. When Ryoma's about to serve, the Triple Counter OST starts playing (I really don't remember any of the titles from the OST -- except Yuugure -- but I'm sure everyone knows what I mean). It's very cool.

Tomo-chan sees Ryoma serve ONCE and calls him Ryoma-sama -- MY GIRL.

And then we get our first Nanjiroh appearance! And it turns out that he even has an umpire's chair at the temple, so? Who is umpiring his games against Ryoma? Nanako? RINKO??

Ryoma also tells the Ichinen Trio that he learnt to play tennis at a temple. Um. Ryoma is a big liar because he has only lived in front of said temple for about 5 minutes. What a DORK. In the best way!

(The temple is absolutely gorgeous by the way.)

Ep. 3 - The Seigaku Regulars Make Their Debut!

Man -- so we see Sakuno and Tomo-chan in one of the classrooms overlooking the courts and they comment on how cool the team is -- and then the camera pans up to Tezuka who's on the floor above, watching silently and I just enjoyed that so much. Like, at this stage, Tezuka is a bit of a mystery, so it's so fun!

Then Horio brags about how strong Momo is and Ryoma spends an eternity tying his shoelaces. Many moons ago (we're talking about 15 years ago, at least), I read this blog post about how much screentime is dedicated to Ryoma TYING HIS LACES and, honestly, I've never been able to get that post out of my head. Truly incredible stuff.

Guhhh I hate the obsession with heirarchy at Seigaku... Hyoutei and Rikkaidai are a heck of a lot more flexible, whoops.

Oishi! Beloved Oishi! Until he gets to the courts, the freshmen are just running around doing Tasks -- then Oishi arrives and tells them to practice playing because he wants them to get a good feel for the way things run at Seigaku. And it's so heart-warming! Oishi recognises that these kids are there because they want to have fun and he does these little things throughout the early eps to build camaraderie -- like when the freshmen are cheering for Seigaku in episode 8 or 9, Oishi teases, "Freshmen, we can't hear you!" and it's just... wow. Oishi's not there to pull rank: he's there to encourage the team. Tezuka honestly could not have had a better VC.

(I'm honestly just loving this so much... everyone's regarding Ryoma as this potential problem and sussing him out and being in this privileged position of knowing how much this team will grow to love him -- and how much he'll grow to love them -- is really special. It's really incredible to see this journey again.)

Arai behaves like a dork, gets scolded by Tezuka and told to run laps, questions this, and is then told to run more laps. Ryoma just dutifully runs his laps without any argument (the slight contradictions in his personality are so funny -- like he will sometimes rail against authority and, at other times, just accept it without question).

Come to think of it... Ryoma and Gon Freeccs get pretty similar treatment, I think, in that we don't get a look-in at their literal thoughts? Compare that to how often we're in Killua's head, for example, or Inui's or Oishi's or whoever's and... it's a very interesting way of storytelling.

Eps 4 & 5 - The One Named Viper & Snake Shot

AND SO, THE RANKING TOURNAMENT IS UNDERWAY.

Man, there are so many girls watching the ranking tournament? The tennis club is so popular lol

WE SEE RINKO FOR THE FIRST TIME. Of course, her face isn't shown, but!! She's there!

Ryoma's match against Kaidoh is a lot of fun. Momo's on standby to provide commentary to the Ichinen Trio (and they correctly determine that he's so knowledgeable about Kaidoh's playstyle on account of having lost to Kaidoh, which is hilarious). Ryoma impresses everyone by pulling off his own version of the Snake Shot -- the Buggy Whip Shot! -- and phew, good stuff. There's a lot of technical tennis talk.

(I hate how Kaidoh hurts himself at the end of the match. Both Kaidoh and Sanada need to be seen by school counsellors or something.)

I love seeing Ryoma get squashed by the Ichinen Trio -- he looks slightly bewildered, haha.

Ep 6 - That Man, Echizen Nanjirou

OOFT, probably my favourite episode so far! Nanjirou has become my second favourite in The Prince of Tennis (no prizes for guessing my favourite) and this episode is wonderful.

Inoue barges over to the Echizen house and ends up playing a game with Nanjirou -- the stipulation is that Nanjirou will only answer Inoue's questions if Inoue manages to get a point past him. Despite this, Nanjirou ends up telling Inoue a lot: he explains that he quit his pro career because playing with the 'impudent' Ryoma is a heck of a lot more fun than playing his pros and geez, Nanjirou loves his son SO MUCH. Nanjirou also explains that Ryoma's tennis style is currently identical to his and, to go further, there are some things Ryoma has to achieve. We get to see some of Nanjirou's skill.

The only question Nanjirou doesn't answer is when Inoue suggests that Ryoma's being trained to go pro. Nanjirou's pretty dismissive of this idea (AND WE KNOW WHY! YAHOO!).

Ryoma has a conversation with Sakuno and says that he doesn't know when he started playing tennis -- it's been part of his life for as long as he can remember and he couldn't quite even if he wanted to because there's something he has to do. So, once again, this episode sets up one of the major themes/conflicts of The Prince of Tennis.

(It turns out that the temple is behind the Echizen's house! Nanako -- the sweetheart -- explains that the monk is currently on a retreat and that Nanjirou just made a court without permission. This is one interaction I desperately want more information on.)

So... yeah. I'm genuinely having a whale of a time.

#the prince of tennis #echizen ryoma #(might as well tag him because i blabber about him so much here)#anime n manga

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smuttysabina · 1 month ago

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Excuse me. It's me, the one who flips out about EU anal piss. I'm becoming a regular around here because I'm very into this. Just wanted to drop a more level-headed comment to you because I don't want you to think I'm ONLY weird.

But uh yeah. Gahyun and Swan are my absolute obsessions in their respective groups, which are contenders for my top favorite groups along with Everglow and EU. Also Jihyo is my Twice bias but I need to shut up at some point... I also fucking love QuarterJade and Yuna okay now I'm done but there have been a lot more serendipitous moments while reading your writing.

I'm not quite into the mommy kink stuff, but that's just me. Regardless of my random hangups, I just wanted to say you are great and you have the best tastes and you only deserve good things to happen to you, probably for forever.

That's all I had to say. I promise I'll return with unhinged screaming text every now and then!

Hey! Well I am happy you have been enjoying yourself! Glad the last one managed to scratch that very specific itch lol

And yes, there may be more longer form E:U anal urination madness lol

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marcelinesghost13 · 4 months ago

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Hello blog...

So I saw my doctor on October 1st and she gave me a shot of 4 mg of estrogen. Not going to lie that fucking kicked my ass. I got to experience trans PMS. What that is is basically your testosterone which comes from your boys downstairs is literally being attacked which causes Mass cramping like a regular PMS. It's not funny it hurts like hell. Definitely recommended if you really hate somebody. But in any case my doctor gave me 2 mg of estrogen and raised my testosterone blocker from 25 mg to 50 mg.

So I'm on my fourth day and I'm definitely feeling some changes. I slept 9 hours and I'm thinking what the fuck how did that happen. I don't sleep that long I normally sleep about 4 hours and I'm good. I hope this isn't an ongoing thing where I sleep like this. yeah definitely another change that I've noticed is my boys downstairs they don't hurt anymore and they seem to be less swollen. IDK if this is a good thing or bad thing but I'm definitely glad that the pain is gone. I've had pain in my testicles for like over a year now. I've mentioned it to other doctors and they're like it's not a big deal that's pretty normal. It's pretty normal for your testicles to hurt and feel like they're swollen I don't believe that. Then usually the only way I could get rid of the pain is if I masturbated like two or three times in the day that would help with the swelling. So I totally don't believe those doctors. So in any case I'm glad the swelling is gone and I've noticed that a big part of my libido is gone too. Honestly I don't really care if it is LoL. I don't really care about sex that much.

So as far as other changes going on.... Good Goddess ... I can definitely feel the emotional levels going up and down but also I feel like my emotions are in check too now. It's hard to describe like how exactly feel. Because it's such a roller coaster of up and down. Yet consciously I am controlling a lot of it I'm not reacting to those emotional highs and lows. I've been told by a couple of my trans friends that you're not going to be able to control that. Well bitches I'm controlling it. There was a couple moments yesterday when I was out with my spouse she said a couple things to me and I wanted a fucking cry my eyes out. Yet I realized the only reason why I was doing that is because of the chemical imbalance going on in my brain and body. So I didn't cry at all. I am the master of myself and I am not going to allow a chemical that is supposed to change me into something that I'm been wanting for such a long time control my emotional levels like that. I just will not let that happen. Even as I'm writing this like for some reason I'm tearing up and I can feel the emotion of wanting to cry. I'm not going to just start crying because of a chemical.

So with all that said my testosterone is dying and my sex drive is dying. I'm becoming a girl granted I'm only at stage one and a couple days into it. But this is going to happen I am going to become the person that I want I need to be. And it's going to take some time and I'm okay with that. If it's me being selfish to you become the person that I need to be the person that lives inside of my head which is the girl that talks to me all the time that's fine. I am curious though as I transition from the guy to the girl is my male half going to become my conscious because right now the girls my conscience. Is the 47-year-old male that I've been going to be that voice in the back of my head telling me what to do what not to do. Because for 47 years the girl inside of my head has been telling me what to do and what not to do. All of this is very interesting and I find it absolutely fascinating. For most it's an emotional spiritual journey and I get that. It is somewhat spiritual for me it's definitely not emotional. Yet it is very scientific and logical to me.

The other thing that I have found very interesting is the cravings that I've been having since the estrogen has entered into my body. I'm craving a lot of different things that I would never crave before one of them is sugar. I don't care for sugar in any way whatsoever but yet my body is like give me fucking sugar... The big thing that I want is caramel a lot of my trans girl friends keep on telling me that I'm going to want chocolate. I haven't craved chocolate at all yeah they keep on telling me just wait it's going to happen. I don't think that's going to happen I hate the taste of fucking chocolate it makes me fucking sick. And I'm quite serious about that like it makes me gag I don't like the taste of it yet everyone keeps on telling me I'm going to want it. The only flavor that I've been wanting is caramel like I can't get enough of fucking caramel. And I know the chocolate thing is true because I try to eat a twix a couple days ago and it just made me want to fucking be so sick. Like I totally love the caramel in the twix but the chocolate was just like really hard to get through. But my brain also was like there's caramel here lol. So it totally like just kind of tolerated the chocolate.

Well in any case I'm going to keep writing about this journey of becoming a girl I know some of you read this blog and some of you don't if you feel like commenting feel free to comment if you feel like just reading then just read I feel like giving a like then do that too I don't really care how you guys read my blog or enjoy it. I mainly do this shit to get this crap out of my head that way it doesn't drive me nuts. So with that said goodbye blog till next time.

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gojonanami · 7 months ago

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okay hi 😈

I have a few if you don't mind :3

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before (ONLY if you're comfortable)

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time? (Because, i wanna know if I'm the only one procrastinating T.T)

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

Okay enough 😭 i don't wanna overwhelm you 😭

🤩 anon (guys, GUYS!!! Update. I proposed to Sab on our dinner date last weekend and SHE SAID YES 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 y'all are invited ^_^ my hands need to tied down or I'll actually write down an actual invitation also, don't forget we are going to pick our gowns tonight babe ;) love ya!!! <3333 giggling kicking my feet I can't believe this is happening lol)

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

I would definitely ask @laneysmusings because she is my ride or die and I know our combined legal knowledge would help hahaha

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@kentocalls — April is so so kind and so sweet and honedtly it’s my fault we don’t talk regularly because I’m awful at replying haha but she’s literally the best and I appreciate her so much 🫶🫶🫶

but also @chuluoyi because we don’t talk super often but she’s literally the absolute kindest human and so so talented and I feel so lucky to have been able to be mutuals with her 💕🥹

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

tw bullying, desire to unalive — so I was heavily bullied as a kid to the point of let’s say not wanting to exist anymore — but anime became my escape. I always say Naruto is truly the thing that got me through that horrible period of my life haha — but yeah that also lead me to write my first fic about kakashi lmaooo

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?

probably mostly 1) hanging out with people / 2) exhaustion and 3) imposter syndrome — when I spend time with friends or family it’s hard to write haha and then when I get back from work I’m so tired these days that I end up napping instead of writing. but the imposter syndrome is the worst because I just lose faith in my words and it becomes a problem 💀

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

just chat with me and interact with my posts! usually I tend to notice the people who I see in my notifs a lot and then if we start chatting then we can easily become mutuals :)

I love you hahah you’re so sweet 💕🥹

(omg yes it was so romantic and I cried from happiness. I was excited to pick out our gowns babe and I think we found the perfect ones!! now we just have a million other things to plan like the venue -/ I love you toooooo 🫶💕)

#sab [asks]#sab [anons]#🤩 anon #bullying tw #unaliving mention tw

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servin-up-surveys · 7 months ago

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survey #221

Have you ever hit an animal with your car? No, but in the last year, my mom hit a squirrel for the first time in her life while I was in the passenger's seat. I was fucking devastated, and so was Mom. It was either hit the squirrel or the car in the other lane, and the squirrel was panicking going back and forth so it just stayed in the road longer than if it had just run across.

Favorite ride at the amusement park? I don't go to enough of these to really know. I know I enjoyed the Ferris wheel the last time I went to one.

Do you have many followers on your Tumblr? On my main one I have *checks* 142. It's a rather small community (on Tumblr, anyway, they're one of the biggest international bands in the world) that I post about. On this survey blog, it's 21.

Do you tan easily? Absolutely not, I just burn.

Are you expecting something in the mail? No.

Do you inspire others? I cannot imagine others being inspired by me.

Are you healthy? No, I'm not.

Three things you try to avoid as much as possible: Confrontation, gaining more weight, and situations that give me anxiety.

Number of jeans in your closet: I haven't worn jeans since high school.

Do you follow fashion? Nope.

Do you have a big butt? No, I got that Hank Hill ass & I hate it

Do you count how long you and your gf/bf have been together? I do. I like celebrating anniversaries, so. I don't think time together matters much, but. I keep track anyway.

Rihanna or Lady GaGa? Gagaaaaaa

What's your worst interior design nightmare: Um... probably overcrowding. I've never thought of this. Or just REALLY obnoxious colors.

Are you one of those people that often feel sorry for yourself? Meh, not often. I think it's okay to sometimes, like sometimes you just get a really unfair deck to play and I think it's okay to be upset about it, but I think obsessing over it is a very negative move as far as self-care and acceptance of life goes.

Three persons you would like to thank: My mom, Girt, and the psychiatrist who really helped me get my life back after Jason.

Is your closet disorganized? No.

Do you like to cuddle with your S.O. or do you prefer your space? I am a massive cuddler with him unless I'm hot.

What TV shows do you watch on a regular basis? Literally only Naked and Afraid with my mom. It's our dinner thing if an episode is out, lol. I have no real idea how that became "our show" but it did.

Does it make someone a racist if they’re not attracted to a specific race? "That is not how I understand racism. Attraction can indeed be informed by one's prejudices, but on the flip side, there are plenty of bigots who are also very into the idea of fucking the people they're bigoted towards. Who someone wants to fuck is not at all a reliable litmus test for whether they respect those same people and the cultures they belong to." <<< I fully agree with this.

Are you happy with the size of your bedroom? It does the job for me, sure.

Do you add people you don’t actually know on Facebook? No, you have to be at the bare minimum an acquaintance that actually interests me as an individual.

What’s the longest you’ve liked someone without doing anything about it? Idr.

What’s the relationship status of the last person you talked to? My mom is single.

Think of the person from your past that hurt you the most. Is there anything you would like to say to that person? That I'm sorry for how I acted after we broke up.

Does your mom like the last person you kissed? She loves him.

Are you a forgiving person? I'm too forgiving and I know that for fact.

Who did you last have a heart-to-heart conversation with? Girt, I think.

Do you believe that there’s good in everybody? I don't think so. At least, I think people can become to where there's no longer good in them. I don't think people are born that way or something.

Do you use reusable shopping bags to reduce waste? No, admittedly. Granted, we always get our groceries picked up (employees bring our order to the car), so they're already all in plastic bags.

Where were you going the last time you were a passenger in a car? Girt was bringing me home from his house.

Do your parents have a strong relationship together? Hell fucking no.

When was the last time you attended a religious service of any sort? Many years ago when Colleen was going through an extreme devout Christian phase and I happened to be living with her at the time.

Do you think there are more dimensions than what we’re able to perceive? Meh, I don't think so. I don't completely reject the possibility, though. What do I know, if I can't perceive it?

Do any of your neighbors have loud children? I don't hear them, anyway.

What is the hardest part of your life right now, and what is the easiest? I think the hardest part is not having any sort of employment. I think I make it pretty clear I want to be a self-employed photographer, but that's not easy to achieve, at all. Not having a job plays a massive role in my depression, and for just being insanely fucking bored nearly all the time. Which further feeds my depression, and lately has been causing my anxiety to ramp up, too, because I'm so bored and understimulated that anxiety can just bulldoze its way into focus. Then there's the obvious factor to not having a job: I don't have my own money (I don't receive help from the government), which in our society, feels fuckin' bad. I can't help my mom (who I live with) financially, and she's deep in the fucking hole with money right now. We don't even have a working car right now. If our landlord wasn't who it is, I can assure you we wouldn't have a home right now. I kinda wish for my own sake Mom wouldn't even talk to me about this stuff because I can't fucking help. Uh. For the easiest part of my life... I'm sure SOME people would argue being unemployed, I don't have a lot of responsibility, but it's fucking hell and I promise you there's not a damn thing to envy. I'd rather be DOING shit and supporting myself instead of having to rely on my mommy for everything like a newborn. I guess in MY opinion... it'd be having a house at all? Mom and I hate it here, like a lot, but at least we're not sleeping in the cold or fighting for shelter from the rain. I don't even like talking about this, living on the streets is my biggest fear and it's just more terrifying knowing how easily that could be us. We were already homeless once, but at least we had people to house us. I'm in a bad mood after this question lmfao

If you are struggling with chronic illness right now, what are five of your worst symptoms? Anhedonia, negative self-image and thoughts, general sadness, lack of motivation, and existing in a haze sometimes/feeling like a zombie.

What is your favorite social media platform at the moment? Tumblr. I love the people I associate with there and I feel like it's a much more politically left place (yes I'm full aware not everyone is and dark corners exist) than the shit I see on Facebook and stuff. I USE Facebook more, but it's so easy to get pissed off there at the shit you see. I think Tumblr is definitely better at catering towards your interests and stuff. Like no, Facebook, I had no interest in seeing a proud-as-hell father and his son posing with bloody wolves they'd shot to look as if their corpses were smiling at the camera. (I might be banned from that page <333333)

Do you have trouble forgiving people who hurt you? I've always been too forgiving, but I've definitely gotten better at protecting myself and knowing letting people back in is not always a healthy choice.

What is something that is hard for most people but is easy for you? uh idk

What is something that is easy for most people but is hard for you? The most basic of social interactions. Being open about things I like, if it's not online (like I feel like that's a super exciting topic for most people irl???? meanwhile I wanna throw up).

What is your favorite color, and do you own a lot of things in that color? Pink. Uh... not really, I think.

List three things you have survived. A suicide attempt to be literal, asthma attacks, and homelessness.

When was the last time you had someone pray with you? hell if i know

List five of your favorite female singers. Sharon den Adel, Angela Gossow, Amy Lee, Alissa White-Gluz, and Maria Brink.

When was the last time you got ice cream from an ice cream truck? oh I have zero idea

Do you celebrate the 4th of July, and if so, how did you celebrate it this year? lol no, the U.S.A. can burn for all I care. Mom just made burgers and s'mores so I ate those and that's it.

Who was the last of your friends to have a baby? That I know of, Bethany.

Have you ever been pregnant? No, let's keep it that way.

What color was the last pair of flip-flops you wore? Mine are black.

Are you happy at the moment? Why or why not? No. I just haven't been lately.

What is one thing about your life you hope will never change? I hope I always absolutely adore and aim to educate on and protect animals.

How would you describe your journey so far in your 20s? Shit's sucked. Shit's been a rollercoaster. Shit's been frustrating as hell. Shit's been confusing.

What role does music play in your life, and are there any songs or artists that have had a significant impact on you? I fucking love music. Ozzy Osbourne and Rammstein are the only two I consider having had "significant" impacts on me.

What are some activities or hobbies that bring you joy and help you relax? Creating through writing, photography, or drawing, reading, playing video games, hanging out with my boyfriend, sitting on the porch swing at my sister's house with Mom and watching the kids play, watching a variety of YouTube videos, scrolling the Internet...

What are your thoughts on marriage and starting a family? Is it something you envision for yourself? I want to get married, but I don't want kids. I feel ready to move in together by now, but that's a very unfair thing to want, because then I'd be his financial responsibility instead of only Mom's. We've seriously talked about me and working and Girt really doesn't care if I never do (he's pretty fortunate with his job and he's probably going to keep climbing the ladder there), even though it's anxiety-inducing to him because he worries about what happens to me if he dies or something. But ultimately, he's fine if I'm a stay-at-home wife, which he knows I don't WANT to be and he very much encourages me to keep pursuing photography or art in general, but if that's how it happens, well. My point is though, I should really be patient.

Are there any specific skills or areas of knowledge you would like to develop or improve upon? I would like to become certified to handle venomous snakes, solely for the purpose of relocation if I know someone who needs to get rid of one. I'm very protective of all snakes, but I have a soft spot for venomous species since they're so quickly killed by people, even if they just SUSPECT it's venomous. Or if it's just a snake at all... I've taught myself to be able to identify all my local snakes (although I can't differentiate species of Nerodia, I just know a water snake when I see one), so I can guarantee I'd be able to recognize the venomous species that live in my area, and with certification, I could safely transport them away from where they could be harmed. I wanna point out that I would NEVER handle a venomous species with my bare hands; that ain't my jam. I would never go beyond a snake hook.

How do you navigate and make decisions about your career path and professional growth? lol I am not the person to ask this. I barely know what I'm doing. YouTube channels by self-made artists sharing their experiences save me

#survey #surveys

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alexawwr1tes · 2 years ago

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So like.... my heads been stuck in this thing of "why has no one made a good fantasy/ABO fan fiction of ZB1 yet?". Like I'm not abt to be the one to do it but I can give yall like a whole plot line and shit, it's just someone else gotta fucking write it lol.

With that, here's a prompt for the haobin writers. Cuz ik yall on AO3 are running out of ideas 🙏

(I had a panic attack the other day when AO3 was down)

Plot line:

ABO, they are actual wolves and do transform. It's just rare as it's not taught anymore. They do have fluffy ears and tails constantly tho so it's kinda like a hybrid thing.

Imagine this land. In the middle there is a massive mountain covered in royal village houses and a massive castle on top. It's about an hour horse carriage ride to get to the beginning of the mountain. Theres roads upon roads getting to the top, so the journey can be long.

Surrounding the areas there are what they call sides (kinda like districts in in the hunger games except theres only 4 of them.) North side, East side, South side, West side. North side is the most proper side, East side is well off yet forgotten about, South side is poor and constantly undergoing attention struggles, and west side though always constantly in war is the most well off you can get.

Hanbin, is a prince and upcoming king of an entire Alpha family. No one born by blood has ever been an Omega or Beta, enter Sung Hanbin. At age 18 he presents "early" (normal presenting age for an Omega). When his family finds out he's an Omega, they dont live him down. They give him these proper Omega etiquette lessons and such but where he was raised Alpha he is doing absolutely horribly. Wants to get out. Wants to run away. It's not entirely impossible. In this world, royalty can't show their face to the public until they are mated and crowned the next queen or king. And so, if Hanbin just left. No one would know where to look for him.

Hanbins main guard is Jiwoong. Jiwoong is 2nd Alpha in command, and originally was the pack leader of the North side was promoted as he was the most trustworthy guard back when he was a palace guard (before Hanbin was born). Jiwoong will be in his early early 30s in this book. Maybe between ages 31-33.

Seok matthew, is Hanbins only friend. Seok Matthew is one of the cleaning ladies of the castles only Son. When the boy was younger, she would take Matthew to the castle and lock him in a play room because she never had a proper babysitter for them. One day, Matthew was curious and accidentally stumbled upon Hanbin. Since you cant just erase what soneones face looks like from your head, and they couldn't possibly punish a young child for being adventurous, they decided that it would be okay for Hanbin to have a friend.

After the age of 15 matthew wasn't allowed in the castle anymore as his mother got promoted and he was old enough to take care of himself by kingdom laws. He still snuck in, and very often at that. Sometimes he wouldn't even leave the elders room. Hiding in the princes closet all day and night; skipping school becoming a regular thing.

But since Jiwoong came around, matthew hasn't caught a break. He had been caught about 5 times in the past month trying to just get in to Hanbins room, so it was extremely difficult with the male. His senses were on fire for the young pup apparently.

The one night Matthew successfully sneaks in, he proposes to Hanbin that he can run away, and come live with him. No one knows what he looks like, no one would suspect Hanbin living with Matthew, and he could finally go and start a life of his own, even if it was only for a small bit.

Hanbin didn't need to be told twice. 3 days later it was the middle of the night, and Jiwoong was on his bathroom break. Hanbin jumped out his window, climbed down some vines, and very carefully snuck passed the guards. Knowing he didn't have long he had to basically book it as fast as he could down the mountain.

He didn't transform. Even though he wanted to it was near impossible because he had only just presented and had horrible contact with his Omega.

He met up with Matthew at the bottom of the very large mountain, it was starting to get light outside and both of them looked like a wreck. Matthew had smartly brought empty bottles of alcohol to make it look like they were just wasted as they walked to Matthew's house.

Skip skip skip let's skippy

Hanbins now starting high school, he had been introduced to the most trustworthy people in the entire school (that's what matthew said anyways) through a dumb back story Matthew just magically hauled out of his ass. Ricky, Taerae, Yujin, Gyuvin, and Zhang Hao. He was also supposed to be introduced to a boy named Gunwook. Hanbin knew that name.

He was a guard in training, he was Jiwoongs 2nd in command. He knew Hanbins name. Not his face, but he knew his name. And he knee it well. That scared Hanbin a little bit. Maybe he would just try to ignore Gunwook as much as possible.

Now. Enter Hao, and his younger brothers Yujin, Gyuvin, and Ricky. Him and Ricky were biologically siblings. Yujin and Gyuvin were biological siblings to each other that Hao's parents had adopted about 4 years ago.

Hanbins impressions of the boys weren't much. Hao is "cold". That's what Hanbin decides. Except hes not.

After getting lost many times just going around the south side, he keeps bumping in to Hao. He learns the older is just naturally quiet, but Hanbin gets to learn a side of him no one else had quiet ever cracked. The silly, adorable, light hearted side of him.

As Hanbin is basically falling head over heels for the amazingly adorable Alpha; Zhang Hao, Yujin, who is only 14, doesn't know much. But hes attentive. He can read people like a book. He reads Hanbin like a book. He sees straight through Hanbin. Especially when the princes first name is finally announced to the public as the search party has went on too long; the kingdom getting desperate. Yujin just watches. He has nothing to do with sung Hanbins life.

Yujin also watches it all fall apart. Or start to. Gunwook finally catches on, after meeting Hanbin for the 5th time. Yujin can tell Gunwook has caught on. Who wouldn't? Everyone was delusional.

Gunwook rats out sung Hanbin to the whole school after finally breaking. Jealousy getting to him. Saying something along the lines of "telling Hao to stop running away from his problems when you are the one who's actually done it!! Why would you run away from a caring family. Why would you run away when you had everything you ever wanted in that castle. Sung. Han. Bin. You had everything going for you. I've worked my butt off but because of this search I got demoted and ITS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! Jiwoong doesnt trust me anymore because of you! Go back to your dumb castle. It would make everyone much happier."

Chaos erupts, the whole cafeteria gasps. Hanbin and Matthew are absolutely shocked, Yujins eyes home terror, and Hao... Hao has no reaction. It's like he was numb.

Hanbin wishes everyone could see his side of things. Sadly, they didnt even bother. He was dragged back to the castle, Matthew was banned from ever touching royal grounds, and his mother was now fired from her job at the castle due to it.

Worst of all... hanbin and Hao 2 days before had made the realization that they were fated mates. And that they were meant to be together. People had stopped believing in fated mates so long ago, that Hanbins mother didnt believe him when he said he found his mate.

Hanbin thought he had lost. His mother had planning on getting him mated to a very nice prince from far away, a distant land.

Hanbin hated it. He thought he was stuck. Until the kingdom had an open night. The open night where Hanbin would make his first public appearance since he was caught in the act of being a runaway.

The night was painful, he had to act happy, act cheerful, act like he had smartened up. On the inside, he was screaming. His omega was screaming.

Hanbin went to get some fresh air outside on one of the many balconies. He thought he was alone. But then, he smelt a very familiar scent. And then, came arms around his waist, and then a kiss to his scent gland situated on his neck, and then a "hi hanbinnie". It was a fit of happiness.

Apparently Gunwook had felt so bad after hearing what Hanbin had told Hao, he helped sneak Hao into the royal open house so he could find his mate.

From there you can end the book however you want. I suggest a chaste and tender love making scene, and then a fast forward into the future where Hanbin and Hao are telling the story of how they fell in love to their three kids, two sons and one daughter. But you can fill in the gaps <3

Also a spinoff where Matthew romances Jiwoong?? Sureeee. Age gaps are fine when it's way in the future and not when Matthew is 17. Maybe when hes like 23 lol

I apologize if this was messy but it was just a rough idea.

Other small details:

Matthew, Yujin, Gunwook, Ricky, and Taerae are unpresented but Gunwook knows his sub gender because of a blood test he had taken. When matthew does present he is an Omega, Taerae is a Beta, Yujin is a Beta, Ricky is an Alpha, and Gyuvin is an Alpha. Gunwook is also... an alpha.

Also haos scent is like cinnamon, and Hanbins is a mixture of vanilla bean and blueberry, making them smell like blueberry waffles when together.

#haobin #hanbin imagine #zhang hao imagines #zb1 imagines #zb1 taerae #zb1 zhang hao #zb1 gunwook #zb1 jiwoong #zb1 matthew #zb1 ricky #zb1 gyuvin #zb1 yujin #zb1 hanbin

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