#THE FIRST TIME I MET THEM I HAD KIND OF A NEGATIVE IMPRESSION

[gguk-n]

Hey so i was listening to boyfriend by Johnny orlando - and i was wondering if you could do a plot where lando just kept the reader around because he likes the idea of her because she is so giving and understanding and like she worships him but he doesn’t find her the most beautiful woman so he is easily distracted and kind of embarrassed to take her out in public and the reader understands it but in a negative way as if she is not enough for him and she leave him but when she does lando understands her importance and he wants to make it right

With a happy ending?! Am i asking too much

You can totally ignore it if you dont like the idea . Much love ♥️

Thanks for the request!! I might've taken some liberties with the request but I've tried to stay as true to it as I could. A lot of angst.

TW- Separation anxiety, panic attack

Girlfriend

The first time Lando met Y/N was at a club, he was celebrating one of Max's wins. The club was crowded and packed to the brim, he had had a couple shots and was nursing a glass of whiskey, he wasn't sure how he ended up with when a girl approached him. She was average, but he didn't mean it in a bad way since he was probably average to most people. She tapped his shoulder to get his attention; "I know this isn't the place people ask people out on a date but will you go out with me?" she asked loudly. Lando was amused by her confidence, "I don't even know your name, sweetheart" he whispered in her ear. A shiver ran down Y/N's back, "I'm Y/N. You're hot and I don't think I would approach you if I was completely sober" she giggled. "Why not?" Lando asked puzzled, ""Sober me isn't this confident" she beamed. "hmm...I think I would like to get to know drunk and sober you" Lando said making the girl smile. She fumbled around in her purse and pulled out her business card which had her name, phone number and email with the company she worked at, at the back. "Here. Call me or text me" she said placing the card in his palm and winking before she left.

Lando thought about it for a couple days, he liked her confidence. So, he texted her. That's how they had started dating. Initially, Y/N didn't know who Lando was; even though Lando had thought she was someone who knew who he was and asked him out. Initially, Lando planned on dating her for a while just because no one had asked him out before. But as days turned into weeks and weeks into months; Lando started to grow dependent on her. Even though Y/N didn't know about Lando's career in the beginning; she knew about Formula One more than most drivers or the FIA combined. She read up on all the races and all the teams and all the drivers. She wanted to make a good impression on all the people who surrounded Lando.

To her, Lando was a beacon of light in dark times. He needed her just like she needed him, at least that's what she thought. Y/N always had separation anxiety and since she started dating Lando, it had grown exponentially and the thought of losing Lando would send her on a downward spiral. Lando had no idea how dependent Y/N had grown to him. To Lando, she was someone he started dating because she asked him out but eventually grew used to having around. He liked the ego boost she gave him, she wouldn't get tired of singing praises about him or bragging about how great Lando was in the 2 years that they had been dating. Lando loved the commodity that came with having a girlfriend that was at your beck and call.

Lando wasn't a very outwardly affectionate person towards Y/N, ever. So, Y/N chalked it up to everyone is different and some people don't like PDA. Sometimes, it irked her. Because, she would notice him being affectionate with his friends but holding her hand was foreign to him. He never went public with her, leaving the people to speculate what was going on between them. Sometimes, the voices in her head would get louder and tell her Lando didn't really love her but he always said he loved her, so those voices were wrong, she told herself.

It was at a McLaren work event, there were a lot of sponsors present. She saw Lando interact with people, her eyes never leaving him or dimming down as they sparkled watching him talk to people. One of the sponsors, a woman a few years older than Lando, left a sour taste in her mouth. Her hands lingered on his for an uncomfortable amount of time but she pushed those thoughts aside and placed herself in between them to ease the tension.

Then at a race weekend, she had decided to ask Carlos to make her some coffee since his coffee always helped with her headache. Carlos was currently talking to Lando near the Ferrari hospitality. She didn't mean to eves drop but she happened to hear the conversation between them; "I mean, she's great and all but some of the models that approach me or some of the celebrities that come to the races, they are gorgeous. Y/N , she's okay. She works a 9 to 5, I don't expect her to be Anne Hathaway or anything" Lando told Carlos. The pounding in Y/N's head had gotten louder, she turned around and headed back to Lando's driver's room.

The way back felt tortuous, her breathing had gotten uneven. She felt it, the last time she had a panic attack was so long ago. Lando gave her so much comfort, she felt so loved always but right now, she felt like nothing made sense. As she closed the door, her breathing was ragged, she had fallen down on the floor on her knees, tears streaming as every voice in her head started chanting; you're not special, look he's bored of you, you're not pretty, who would want you? you're too much, you're too clingy, Lando doesn't love you. Y/N buried her nails in her palms as she tried to shut the voices down. Her head was pounding and her vision had blurred with all the tears running down her face. She crawled up to find a paper and pen. She wiped her tears off and just like she would try to get over her panic attacks before, she started writing on the paper in capital letters. LANDO LOVES ME. LANDO NORRIS LOVES ME. She found herself chanting that as she tried to even out her breathing. After a couple of minutes, the ringing in her ears and the pounding in her head had subsided. The papers lay sprawled on the floor. She pushed herself up on the sofa in the room. It took a while but she was back.

Lando had noticed his girlfriend's absence. Y/N knew she wouldn't be able to sit here for long. She told one of Lando's mechanic's before leaving, not having the heart to face Lando. A few minutes after she boarded a taxi, Lando texted her to get some sleep and that he'd be back after free practice.

Y/N couldn't help but think about all the times Lando wouldn't tell people about her or conveniently forget to introduce her. All those times stuck out to her like a sour thumb. She felt so many emotions and the biggest of them all was anxiety that Lando didn't truly love her. Y/N shut down that day, like she always did whenever things got too difficult. She didn't talk to Lando, saying that she wasn't well or go to the races the entire weekend.

They flew back home together, Y/N was too quite the whole time making Lando uncomfortable with the silence. Back home, she quietly started to clean up the house, trying mustering up courage to talk to Lando about how she had been feeling. But she couldn't really muster up enough courage. Lando could sense something was wrong but whenever he would try to bring it up, she would just brush him off.

A few days of silent treatment on her part and Lando was going mad. "Baby, Y/N, is everything okay?" Lando asked his girlfriend who was sat reading a book. "Yeah" she nodded not even looking up. "You've been acting strange since we came back" he pointed out. Y/N placed the book down and looked at Lando with tears in her eyes, "What happened?" Lando asked cupping her cheeks. "I think we should take a break" she whispered. "Why?" he asked. "I just...I need time. I...I feel like..." she stuttured, "too dependent on you. My separation anxiety is at an all time high, I can't lose you, I'm scared I'll lose you, so, it's better to distance ourselves" she thought but no words left her house. "I need time. I don't think we're right for each other" she finally mustered out. Lando's hands dropped to her side. "You don't mean that?" he stuttured. "Yes I do" she breathed out. "I think I'll leave" she said getting up. "To where?" he asked. "I think I need time for myself Lando" she mumbled as she left to pack her stuff.

Her brain was on autopilot, she packed up her stuff even though she didn't want to. "Bye Lando" she said walking towards the door, "I've always loved you, I don't think I'll ever stop" she thought as she shut the door. Lando was stood there shocked at what had just transpired.

The days after Y/N left, things at Lando's house or for Lando were different. He was quick to feel her absence from the moment he woke up to the moment he fell asleep. Every little thing he did or thought about doing was plagued by Y/N and how she would do it for him.

The next race weekend, Lando couldn't focus. Everyone saw, from the fans to the engineers; everyone saw how Y/N's absence was affecting Lando. It was his dad who sat him down after the race and decided to talk to him, "What's up Lando?" he asked. "Nothing dad" he forced a smile. "I know Y/N not being here is affecting you. Did you two fight?" he prodded. Lando sighed, "Kind of, she said she wants a break" Lando said. "oh, what about you? What do you want?" he questioned. "I....I" he breathed in, "I want her" he told his dad finally. "Than tell her. Talk it out, if you two can't see eye to eye than their's nothing left. But don't regret never having tried" his dad advised. Lando perked up at his dad's words.

Lando was able to contact Y/N soon since she hadn't blocked him anywhere. They planned to meet up at a local cafe, after a lot of insistence on Lando's part.

The day they were gonna meet came, Lando dressed up. He got there early and waited for Y/N to walk in to the cafe. When she did, he couldn't help but smile. But when he tried to hug her, she cut him off. She took the seat opposite to him.

"Hey" Lando broke the silence. Y/N was sat playing with her hands and without looking up, "hi" she replied slowly. "Y/N, can you look at me? I just...I miss you. Please can we talk about this?" he said, "About us" he spoke pointing in between them. She finally looked up, her eyes were teary. "I miss you too" she mumbled. "Than come back. I love you baby" Lando stated. "I don't know Lando. I just feel like maybe we aren't meant to be" she muttered while picking at her skin. "Bullshit, you're the only person who was ever meant for me" Lando stated. "All these days away from you made me realise that. I love you not just because of having you around but because it's you. I need you in my life" Lando explained. "But you could have anyone. Any model, any pretty girl. I just... Lan" she broke down, "I feel like I'm not good enough for you. I've seen you with people and how affectionate you are and than when it comes to me, you're the completely opposite. I feel like I'm not important to you" she sobbed. "No, baby, you are the most important person to me. I'm sorry, I never tried to show it. I was stupid, please give me another chance. Let me show you how much I love you. Please" Lando begged holding on to her hands. "Lando, I'm scared of losing you. I can't always live with the thought of losing you" she explained pulling her hands away. "Let me show you. I'll do better I promise." Lando said determined. "Give me one chance. I won't disappoint you" Lando pleaded. Y/N thought about it; she still loved Lando and she couldn't let him go just yet. So, she nodded. "Thank you. I love you Y/N. I'll do everything to show you how important and loved you are" Lando stated with a big smile and got up from his chair and leaned in to peck her lips. "I love you" he reiterated pulling away. "I love you too" Y/N said finally looking Lando in the eyes.

[bitchlessdino]

hello! 🤍 can i request a bad boy type wonwoo having a soft spot for also a cold type reader?

like they always acting so cold towards other people and even both of them acting like they hate each other.

and people are like "oh there is no way they can date", but wonwoo is only kind to reader and viceversa even without them noticing

Oh, and they dont even realized their feelings until reader feels jealous when they saw wonwoo with someone else and thats when they realized about it, but are afraid to said something since reader doesnt know how wonwoo will react

Kinda angst maybe, but fluff at the end

take your time btw! 🤍 it is also totally okay if is not possible, hope you are having an excellent day 🌸

Pairing: wonwoox gn!reader Genre: slight angst, fluff, slice of life Word count: 6.3k tags: mentions alcohol, childhood au, biker!wonu, frienemy!wonwoo, possible love triangle, reader called a bitch, presence of violence and imminent danger, analogy using car wrecks, mc and wonwoo stilling living with their parents as adults because that's normal ok, kinda messy, intimates kisses Summary: Hard to maintain a good acquaintanceship if it started off on the wrong foot, but Wonwoo tries to do just that, no matter how much you resent him from childhood. Now reunited as adults, you're questioning whether your negative impression of him has stuck since being away or have you grown up just enough to realize how much between the two you have changed? author note: this was collecting dust but finally she is here. just in time for wonwoo to be in my bias list 🙂

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You will never willingly be associated with Jeon Wonwoo. 

His mom had just happened to be someone your mom knew. Someone that she hadn’t talked to or seen in a long time. Long enough to have built their own families and have their kids without realizing it. It was as if they fell back into place. A long-time childhood friendship that quickly rekindled in a grocery store one day. From that day on, your families were inseparable. As long as they were still friends, you’d see each other every day.

“Why would I babysit some weirdo kid? I have better things to do.”

The problem was he wanted nothing to do with you.

When you met him the first time, you were a child barely getting around to a bike without training wheels, and Wonwoo was meeting the first stages of fungal acne. He was a bit older than you were then and his mom had given him the duty to look after you, the neighbor’s kid. The neighbor’s weirdo kid.

His mom bragged to yours about how good of an older brother he was to his younger brother, Seonwoo, but that seemed that seems to be his limit. Having freshly turned a teen, it all made sense. Wonwoo didn’t know you, and all of a sudden in his growing years he’s stuck taking care of a kid he knows by association. Understandably, he’d have that teen angst.

You didn't mean to overhear. You just happened to eavesdrop behind a pillar that day in their obnoxiously nice house when you came across him and his mother talking privately. Admittedly, you hadn’t made the best impression, but you were any kid in their single digits: annoying, talkative, maybe skeptical. But you were a kid. A kid that got their feelings easily hurt.

Despite saying such hurtful words, Wonwoo listened. He treated you with care–consideration almost–following his mother's orders, but you didn't make it easy for him. Every group breakfast, every dinner, every ride to school. You became relentless. You knew how he really felt about your situation after all. Your mind was made up at that point.

If he wanted nothing to do with you, you wanted nothing to do with him. 

“Keep walking.”

Your eyes barely glaze over at the unfamiliar figure before waving off your hand as if dismissing a nuisance, which in this case was accurate. The unsolicited stranger scoffs, getting up from his unwelcome seat, hacking and spitting on the spot on the floor next to your chair. “I don’t fuck with bitches anyway.”

You roll your eyes as you shoo him away with the flick of your wrist again, then feel another unwanted presence join you in your once peaceful solitude. You tightly shut your eyes in frustration before taking a deep exhale, finding silence impossible under your circumstances. “I don’t want to hear it, Jeon.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything,” you hear Wonwoo arrogantly chuckle, shrugging off the thick leather off his shoulders and setting them on his lap as he takes a seat.

With your back turned to him, you imagine the pristinely lit smile on his face he gives when he’s amused, a rarity in these parts with the exception of you, someone he’s known long enough to recount every blemish that once appeared on your face. He watches you finish the rest of your drink, the bob of your throat shifting before you pull the glass away from your lips. Your resting bitch face is still intact after all these years.

“Good, keep it that way.” 

Wonwoo could have chosen to keep the peace as he said he would, but it was just too easy with you. Even after you’ve left for college and come back, he acts as if nothing has changed. In his eyes, you were still that same angsty kid who always has something snarky to say when he’s around. And man, did he always have just as smart a rebuttal. “It’s just, that was the fifth guy you’ve scared off—course, the guy was a moron—but you like dying alone, Frosty?”

Frosty. The Snowman. Much unlike the jolly creature, however, you were given that name being somewhat of a cold character, particularly to Wonwoo and anything he witnesses face the wrath of your harsh but honest judgment. 

You begin getting up from your seat, scowling at the abhorred nickname, the prediction of this dinner a mistake an accurate calculation. “Should’ve known you’d run your mouth. Tell mom I’m heading to the store across the street.”

Your mother was so proud to have you back home for a period before you’d find a new place again, and she insisted on holding a small intimate gathering at bar type restaurant. That meant sharing the space with other patrons, the Jeons, and unfortunately Wonwoo, who only grew more irritating than you last remember. 

“I’ll tell her, but I’m coming with.”

The caretaker role he was bestowed upon so long ago seems to resonate with him still, insisting on trailing behind you with nonchalance. To which you answer with a brash:

“Fuck off.”

Your eyes go to the back of your skull the nth time tonight before you’re off on your stroll, noticing the annoying scrap of Wonwoo’s heel following behind you after he waves your mom and the rest of the party farewell. You ignore him, darting towards the antique shop that warms your stomach with nostalgia, hearing the wind chimes clang when you enter with a cool musk breeze to follow.

“That all you have to say to me? Even if you hate me, there has to be some…sentiment.” 

You finger through the old hardcovers, eyes scanning over the aged wood of the shelves until they move on to the glossy wood of the cuckoo clocks on the walls. “Not even a little bit, Jeon.”

There’s the breathiness of his scoff that lingers in the musk air. He crosses your arms, the leather rubs loudly against itself. “Well, that’s sad to hear,” he responds, not sounding sad at all.

“Don’t you have an actual sibling to bother? Why are you being a nuisance to me?”

He simply shrugs. “Seonwoo isn’t back from his work-study just yet. Plus he’d be happy to know I kept you company.”

Unlike Wonwoo, Seonwoo was actually tolerable, pleasant even. If you were envious of Wonwoo for anything, it was having a nice little brother like Seonwoo. You weren’t exactly close but he was a nice kid, a lot nicer than Wonwoo anyway, and not at all that annoying kind of nice that chirps every two seconds.

You sigh. “Now that’s actually sad to hear.”

“I knew you’d say that. You always liked him better than me.”

Only because you never liked me in the first place.

“Mmhmm.”

“Oh my god, Wonwoo?”

A shrill voice beckons from the store entrance, an older version of a girl from your adolescence runs towards you both. “I thought I heard your gorgeous voice. Gorgeous face as well as always, how are you?”

Gina also grew up in the same neighborhood you both did and was typically nice, but around Wonwoo, she seemed to lose all train of thought since all her eyes could train on was him. She bats her eyelashes the same flirtatious way several years ago, and instinctively her body is drawn to him like mosquitos to blood, drinking in masculine appearance for all its worth.

If you were anything like her, you’d get it. Wonwoo is an attractive man by society's standards, but the truth of the matter is you can’t stand him. And you know deep down he can’t stand you. His fake politeness isn’t fooling anybody. Okay, that is a lie. His fake politeness doesn’t fool you, but his limitless charm made everyone else weak in the knees.

“Good, good.” He nods cordially, a smile drained from his face only leaving a straight stare, eyes only landing on Gina momentarily before they return to you.

Gina finds his gaze’s target before the light is slightly dimmed from her initially bright eyes. “And you too. Oh gosh, you must’ve got back too. Can you believe we’ve both graduated from college?”

You wonder if she does, considering you did graduate from the same university.

“Yeah, it’s…crazy.” You answer, sounding unintentionally sarcastic.

Gina awkwardly chuckles, eyes back on Wonwoo as if they never left. “All we need is Seonwoo and it’s like the musketeers again, huh?”

Hardly the musketeers when she only ever stalked Wonwoo the entire time. You’re surprised you didn’t find she didn’t follow him all the way to the bathroom too.

Wonwoo’s cold expression is a steel cage that lacks interest. He blindly nods, mumbling “sure,” and not giving any other sign of continuing the conversation.

“Well, you guys should totally make it to my housewarming party. I’m inviting all the other guys from the neighborhood. Invite Seonwoo too! It’ll be a nice way to catch up.”

“We’ll think about it,” Wonwoo answers, giving her another curt nod.

“I’ll be really, really grateful if you did.”

There are stars in her eyes, like a treat is dangling in front of it, that treat being a six-foot body of steel and perfect Wonwoo.

 “Right,” he grunts.

She finally waves you both goodbye before making it past the glass doors with a quirk in her step.

You continue to peruse the rest of the store, picking up that one wooden statue that’s never been sold, or if it has, it keeps getting returned. It makes you wonder if it’s cursed. “Just reject her already and let her move on. Even I feel sorry for her.”

“I’m not ready for the aftermath of all that.”

You really have to unlearn that eye roll of yours. You could tell it’s giving you a headache. “Of course you aren’t.”

“You’re not going, are you? The thing she mentioned?”

“This the first time you met me? Of course, I’m not going. You are?”

He shrugs. “A party never hurt anybody.” 

“Without an address?”

He pulls out his phone with a notification as clear as day, Gina’s Instagram handle ushering him with details of where the party whereabouts. “Who said I didn’t have an address?”

“She really needs to find a hobby.”

Wonwoo chuckles, tucking the phone back in his front pocket. “Ready to head back now? Unless you want to look through the store a second time.”

You groan. “Stop policing me. I’m going home.”

“I’ll take you.” 

You raise your brow. “On your fucking death trap? No thanks.”

He scoffs, crossing his arms, the leather of his jacket speaking out of turn again. “You say that as if people aren’t begging to the back of my Harley.”

“Only people with a death wish.”

That goes on for some time until you make yourself walk the mile before your feet give out. Wonwoo obviously is the first with a smile on his face before he forces you to get the rest of the couple miles on the back of his bike, which was admittedly prettier in person than the photos your mom showed you. 

There’s a bitter taste in your mouth as you get on—no doubt regret—questioning the proximity. “Hold on,” he says, to which you answer, “fat fucking chance.”

Your spiteful words are wasted as you find yourself tugging on him as you speed off on the vehicle from hell on the freeway.

“You’re an asshole!” You scream from your lungs.

“And I told you to hold on!” He screams back, a wide smile on his face you have no way of seeing.

You desperately wrap your arms around his torso, your life flashing before your eyes like a movie. All you hear is the wind in your ears while the traffic lights are hardly visible through your tightly shut eyes. You feel your soul leave your body, thinking nothing but the idea of an afterlife. If there was one good thing about the predicament you’re in, it’d be that he can’t see the terror in your eyes. He doesn’t know how much you want to scream bloody murder.

Before you know it, you arrive home safe and sound, the gas stopping at the curb of your house. He abruptly uses the bike break and you crash against broad shoulders, and you exude bumbling idiocy as you cling to him like a baby with separation anxiety. Oxygen finally enters your brain and you recognize your compromised position, forcing your grip off of him. You unbuckle and shove his helmet into his lap as you get off, a permanent scowl on your face. 

“Fuck you.”

“Glad to see you haven’t changed, Frosty.”

You don’t forget that encounter back then and you never get a chance to with your mom finding any excuse to see the Jeons day after day since your arrival. If that perfect apartment with affordable rent were to drop at your feet at a perfect time just when you so desperately needed it, it’d be now.

“Bring that in over next door. The Jeons will be thrilled to see their fridge stocked. And remember I’ll be gone until the morning.”

“We just gave them homemade wine yesterday. Mom, just because they live next door doesn’t mean we always have to plan to meet. We see them anyway.” You grab the cumbersome container of whatever it was anyway and hold it to your side like like a football, a strained expression on your face.

“You need to understand the value of lasting relationships. That’s why you’re still single, honey.”

You roll your eyes, groaning as you trod off, not wanting to start up another one of lectures why you're in your mid-twenties room with hardly any men in your books let alone in your court. Better off facing Jeon Wonwoo again than that, you guess.

You knock on their familiar white door, awaiting an answer from the other side. Soon enough you hear a masculine voice, but a voice that isn’t quite Wonwoo’s. The boy's fresh face on the receiving end piques your interest, an expression telling of a life of light and ease. Seonwoo stares back at you with a smile before politely waving. “It’s good seeing you! Been a minute.”

You find yourself returning a gesture, relaxing your arms. “It has. Mom wanted to send things over. Again.”

“Of course. Come in.”

You leave the box of goods in their fridge, feeling the presence of the younger Jeon follow behind you like a benevolent puppy. “Did you get in yesterday?”

“This morning. Early flight.”

You grin. “Singapore doing you good, I see.”

“Nothing like home though.”

You softly chuckle, “Yeah, there isn’t.”

Your conversation is cut short with another family coming down the stairs, one that looks ready to leave. They meet your eyes in amusement and his steps begin to falter in turn. “I saw you yesterday.”

“Don’t you dare make a joke about me missing you. It wasn’t funny any of the first five times.”

He’s smug as expected, entertained by the fact you’ve kept count. “I won’t, but it won’t make it any less true.”

You scoff. “Live in reality for once in your life, Wonwoo.”

“I will when you do.” He comes to the kitchen—briefly passing by you to do so and grazing your forearm—to fill a glass of water and downs it, his signature jacket thrown over his shoulders. He let out a refreshed sigh in your direction and put it away as soon as he finished. “I’m leaving now. When you change your mind about missing me, I’ll be at Gina’s party. Might actually find some fun there while you’re at it.”

The door closes behind him dramatically and your attention is right back on Seonwoo, the successful bystander. “Your brother is annoying.”

The young man smiles, finding the nostalgia in that small event. “Reminds me of the good old times.”

“Well, I should get going.”

“You’re going to the party too?”

You shake your head. “Not the slightest bit interested. Just trying to keep myself busy while I’m still in town.”

“Plan on leaving already? You just got here.”

“I can’t live on my parents forever. Need to make a living of my own you know.”

He softly laughs, a warm light enveloping his presence. He always seems to emit pure joy. Like there was nothing that could ruin this kid's day. “Nice to see you haven’t changed. Still self-reliant.”

You can’t help but smile back, “… Wouldn't be me if I wasn’t. I'll see you later, kid.”

You walk back home and go on with the rest of your afternoon by carrying on the duties of a college graduate with no job: endless job hunting. You let yourself go on that way for an hour, already bored by rereading your applicant details and sending in copies and copies of cover letters and documents. Your eyes have started to see stars shooting from either corner, warning signs of mental fatigue.

Shaking the numbing feeling, you shut off your laptop and notice the time on the clock. In the back of your mind, you’re remembering that party Wonwoo ended up going to. These parties weren’t by any means rare, but it had been some time since you let yourself give into environments as such. You said you wouldn't go but in dire situations of weary silences, perhaps it would hurt to take a second in a new subsubspace. Something to take off the edge of the weight of your undetermined future.

Against your initial better judgment, you force yourself out of that house to enter that very party you said you wouldn't go to. So like Gina to make an event over a normal thing like this. You don’t put much thought into what you wear and leave the house and when you arrive late as you were, you are unsurprised by the huge turnout. Five seconds in, you’re already regretting the 10 bucks you paid via UBER to get there.

The house was so Gina. As expected of one of the daughters of the wealthiest families in town. As you enter, all you hear is music, loud and rambunctious voices and laughter, and shouts of barely adults chugging whatever concoction in those house party solo cups. It all quickly reminds you of college and high school, times in your life you were relieved to know were over.

Why did you decide to come again if you knew this was going to happen?

You try ignoring the voices that seem to recognize you, evading and walking through the place for a potential drink to buzz you out of self-consciousness. If you were going to be in a place like this, a drink was warranted by all means.

“Wonwoo, come on!”

Gina’s voice, easily distinguishable, resonates from the other end of the room and sees how her presence bounces like a kite in the wind. You look in the direction of her gaze to find the person she seeks, ultimately having Wonwoo being dragged by the wrist, his hair sweeping the swift breeze of her force.  You were a bit relieved to see him, someone who is more similar to you in ways you’d never willingly admit.

You feel the urge to approach, curious how he’ll handle this one, but intentions all change of a brisk move, changing setting immediately. One second Gina looks up at him with doe eyes that speak longing and ache, another second her arms are looped around his neck and she pulls his lips against hers, massaging against them naturally as if rehearsed. Your feet stop, watching the unsightly scene like it’s a car crash as if in slow motion, taking you only a second to realize he hasn't yet let go.

Slowly then quickly, your chest pulls up like a marionette doll before it drops in a lump, repeating until the sound of your heart is rapidly pounding into your skull. You don’t understand it, but you don’t want to either. Swiftly, you duck back and turn your head in the other direction, having seen enough.

Then panic ensues.

People are harder to brush through than you realize. Colliding each one was like speed bumps in your way of a smooth departure. You were bound to have one person take a drunken offense to your rash movement and there it was: a subtle push that led to a spilled drink that stains the shirt of a man big enough to frighten children if he approached.

“Watch the fuckkk ya goin’!”

You don’t bother with the importance of apologizing or even acknowledging him. You realize it too late when he pulls at your collar back towards him, strangling you at the throat.

“S…stupid bitch can’t even see…fucking ruin my—hic—deink”

Your hands come around his grip, attempting to pry him off. “L-let me go. The fuck?”

“The fuck you say to me piece of shi—ah!”

He finally releases you when Wonwoo appears from behind him, tossing him out like an old ragdoll with no weight. The drunkard comes crashing down to the hardwood floor and before he realizes the cause of it, said cause whisks you away with his gril looping around your wrist.

“You’re going home right the fuck now,” Wonwoo grumbles, dragging you out of other guests' way and right out of the door, once again leading you to his motorcycle. “Bike now.”

“Wonwoo, what the fuck—“

“You aren’t an idiot. You knew what was gonna happen if I hadn’t stepped in. Now get on before fee fi fo fum finds out we left.”

“I’m not getting on that death trap again!”

His glare pierces right through you. “I know you'd rather be at home than here. Especially with the probability of becoming a statistic. Get on.”

He is right for the most part and even you’re seeing through your nonsensical defiance. Reluctantly, you follow his lead, knowing he’s left you with no other choice. You endure another near death experience, this time clutching on to him less resistantly unlike last time all the way back home. It is when you’re at the foot of your door you only realize the keys that were supposed to be in your pocket but left on the kitchen counter instead.

“Shit.”

Wonwoo quickly puts the pieces together. “No key?”

You shake your head, embarrassed slightly over your feeble appearance. “No, and mom won’t be back until the morning so I’m screwed.”

“Alright. You’re sleeping over.”

You scoff looking back at him, wondering whether he’s in the right state of mind to make that call. “You’re kidding.”

“Not unless you’re okay slumbering at the footstep of your door.”

Another choice made of your hands. You discouragingly follow after him as he unlocks the door across the street. Seonwoo was evidently still home with his loafers by the foot of the door but dead asleep upstairs in bed. 

“You take my bed. I’ll take the couch,” he offers nodding in the direction of the living room.

“No thanks, I’ll take the couch.”

He groans, giving that irritated look. “Don’t be difficult and just sleep in the damn bed.”

You huff, strutting over towards the couch. “Sleep in your own damn bed, Jeon. Stop treating me like you’re my babysitter.”

He follows after you, crossing his arms like an annoyed mother, “You’re really gonna be like this?”

“I’m not being like anything.”

“You know what?” He grabs the throw pillow off the couch, “Fine. We’ll share the couch.”

“Excuse me?” Your eyes narrow back at him.

The smug smile on his face says it all, knowing there was no rebuttal to follow. “Neither of us will take the bed, we’ll both will take the couch.”

Before you can argue, he ascends the stairs for more bedding and comes back to toss you a blanket and pillow. He keeps one of each for himself, sprawling on the other end of the massive couch, gesturing you to do the exact same. Cautiously, you mirrored his image, crawling under your borrowed blanket. Despite your feet not touching, you couldn’t help but feel suffocated by the close proximity, forcing you to crunch up your legs and bring your knees close to your chest. 

Wonwoo’s eyes drop in place, nuzzling into his thick blanket. “Good night.”

“Whatever.”

He softly scoffs with a smile, basking in the silence. Meanwhile, there was you, wondering why you listened to his instructions so willingly. You sigh, your eyes glued to the ceiling counting every bump and curve of its textured surface. 

“This is stupid it’s literally 10 pm”

“Sounds like bedtime.”

You peek back at him, his eyes still closed. “You did not go to a party to plan on sleeping at 10 pm.”

“You don’t know what my plans are. Sleep now.”

“I could’ve handled it, you know,” you argue.

“I bet you could’ve,” he responds dryly. “Wasn’t gonna take that risk though.”

“I’m serious…you didn’t have to, especially since…”

“What?” 

“You know,” you take a moment to form the words, “whatever that was with Gina.”

You hear him scoff, shifting on his side of the couch. “Nothing was happening with Gina.”

You let out a parched laugh, in disbelief of the words leaving his lips. “Wow, that lie comes so easy, does it?”

“Believe what you want. It’s not what you think anyway.”

“You’re so…obnoxious,” you sputter.

“Thank you.”

“So when did that happen? You and Gina?”

He huffs hot air out of his nose.“There’s no me and Gina. I don’t know what you saw, but…it’s nothing.”

“You were kissing.”

“You could call it that.”

“For a while,” You add.

“Just enough for her to find closure.”

“And did she?”

“Saved your ass before I could find out.”

You have no response to that and you let the silence take over for a few minutes. After those few minutes, Wonwoo was the one to break the peace.

“You asleep yet.”

“No, it’s not even 11,” you answer exasperatedly. 

“Well, I'm tired.”

“Go to sleep then.”

“You should sleep before I do.”

“Why?”

He shrugs, “I'm supposed to take care of you. It’s what your mom would want.”

“Why? I'm a grown adult.”

“I don’t think an explanation is needed.”

“Ever heard of personal space?”

“Make some smart decisions and I’ll consider it.”

“You’re such a dick,” you grunt, turning away from view.

“I’m only trying to protect you.”

This shit again. You pushed yourself up from the couch to sit up, fuming in his direction. “Because your mom asked. Okay, I get it, but you’re not obligated to anymore because I’m your mom's friend’s kid. Just stop.”

“That’s not why–”

“Stop lying–”

“I’m not fucking lying,” he says matching your stance. His gaze meets yours in anguish, urging you to drop it. 

You scoff, lying back down in a sleeping position with your back turned towards him. “Whatever.”

“...Despite popular belief, I’m actually concerned about you sometimes.”

“I guess…I don't entirely find that hard to believe.”

“Thank you. It’s not like I hate you.”

“Sure,” you answer, voice basted in sarcasm.

“I don’t.” You hear his body shift back down on the couch, finding comfort between the leather cushions.

“Then why are you such a dick.”

He sighs. “Sorry.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“...Sorry.”

You ponder to yourself, wanting to turn back the clock to the earlier conversation for unknown reasons. You turn your body, seeing how his body mimics your body seconds ago, back turned, eyes closed, and facing the couch. “So if not Gina–”

“There’s no one,” he cuts off, “I mean, I'm not seeing anyone.”

It reassures you. Not that it should’ve. “Okay. I believe you.”

“Okay.”

You’re unsure when you drifted off, you only remember it being mid-conversation that your vision started to blur, followed by darkness and soon the light of the following morning. You wake up in Wonwoo’s house unexpectedly alone, quiet enough to hear the sound of a pin dropping. You enter the kitchen, parched, and you find a plate of food. You approach cautiously, catching a glimpse of the note, immediately catching on to why it was so damn empty. 

Went to get stuff done. Keep yourself entertained for a bit. - Wonwoo and Seonwoo

With an impish grin, you quickly run your fork over and over into the balanced meal and nourish your body, but slow down as your subconscious reminds you of last night's events. It wanders to your impulse to attend a party out of sheer boredom, stumbling upon an unexpected scene, before immediately trying to escape it before you are caught. The kiss becomes a scene stuck on replay, playing the image like a broken record. You did not black out, though you wish you had, considering your uncalled-for badgering of Wonwoo’s relationship status you shouldn’t have cared less about. Yet do.

You try bruising it off if you can help it, quick to leave, and relieved to find your mom home to let you in. Your day begins a new, and with a new day, she already has stuff for you to do. You’d be annoyed if you weren’t so grateful to be let back in home, remembering to grab your keys this time as you left the house again following her request for grocery shopping. 

You drink in the town for the first time since being back, questioning yourself why you hadn’t done it earlier. The block isn’t that different since you left, perhaps more greenery and flowers, but otherwise everything looked the same. Same old town, same old stores, the only thing difference was the people. Fine lines got deeper, toddlers now taller, and you now a stranger. Even the grocery store has changed managers, one adolescent bag boy at a time.

Even long finished with grocery shopping, you’re still wandering the center of town, circling in steps of the alternating tiles of the ground. For a moment, you free yourself from your thoughts, your worries, your ambitions, and live in the moment. It had been so long since you felt like this. You expected the feeling to emerge in college but that had been just another thing on your plate and suddenly you’re reminded of Wonwoo. Knowing him, he’d like this sight of you, proud to see you experience another emotion for a change.

Then your eyes flit back to the scene several meters from you. He reappears in your vision just as he has in your thoughts, only now Gina embracing him, squeezing the life out of him just as the life is squeezed out of your chest. He meets your eyes, his pupils expanding, before lightly pushing the poor girl off of him, but not in enough time to stop you from trying to escape again.

“Hey!”

You ignore him, letting your feet take you where it guides you. You’re blind to the incoming obstacles, brushing past pedestrians, shoulder everybody you meet, and you barely register the busy road before your feet make an unexpected halt. You hear the blaring honks until you’re pulled out, face crashing into their shoulder, arms coming around your in strong enclosure.

“Are you stupid? Why are you running into oncoming traffic?”

You shove him off, heart beating louder in your chest than any bike ride he’s taken you on has, and you’re seething in an emotion that you never expected to be in. Never in this lifetime at least. “Wonwoo just stop. Please.”

“I’m not doing anything. I don’t get why you’re trying to push me away.”

“I’m just sick of this. Of you. I can’t do this.”

“Why? Why? What do you think this is?”

“Just, leave me alone, Wonwoo.”

He sees you trying to walk out on him again and he doesn’t let you. Taking you by your arm, he pulls you towards him, leaving only the width of your forearm as his gaze pierces right through you, brimming with a mix of concern and utter anger. Frustration. Impatience.

If there was one thing about Wonwoo, he may have looked like he came from an anger management class, but he did manage it well. When he didn’t, your feet would feel glued to the concrete, frozen in the fire of his eyes, for once fearing what the man had to say.

“You know what? No. I’m not letting you do this? I don’t understand what’s going on or why you hate me so much–”

“God,” you groan, “it would be so easy if I just hated you.”

“Then what is it? You don’t hate me. You don’t like me. What? I’m wracking my brain trying to understand you–”

You don’t let him finish. You aren't sure what was in the breakfast you had today but you find yourself pulling him by the collar to meet his lips only to push him away in that instant, barely a whisper of his presence in your mouth. You clamp your hand over your mouth before finally treading away shocked by your actions, scurrying away.

He doesn’t follow you and you don’t blame him. You retrieve your once-abandoned groceries from the intersection to then find your way home. Rain is close to follow, drenching from head to toe. As if things couldn’t get any worse.

When you get home, you’re alone once again. The door shuts with a clang and you’re left in your self wallow, regret burning the back of your throat. Your back slid against the wood, a deep exhale expelling from your lungs. “So that’s what’s wrong with me.”

Like clockwork, you feel a knock erupt from the same door. Conceding to whatever was on the other side, you brush yourself up from the ground and turn the knob, only to be taken aback. Wonwoo, wet like made from glass with his locks swept over his head, stands before you panting. On either hand is a bundle of flowers barely protected in the cellophane it came with when he bought them and his cell phone he’s death gripping in his hand, no doubt damaged by the rain.

You blink back at him, lips parting in confusion. “Wonwoo…You’re wet.”

“Likewise.” He invites himself in and sets the flowers on a table nearby, not even for a second letting his gaze stray from yours. “You left me hanging there. Kiss a guy and walk away like he means nothing?”

You shake your head in disbelief, processing this, him. “Why are you here…with flowers?”

“I really do have to spell out everything for you, don’t I?” he responds smiling.

The squelch of his shoes trod in your direction, the invisible string connecting you two shortening. Preventing your evasion, you feel the palm of his hand against your back and your lips crash in a lingering reunion. The squeak of his slippery leather doesn't make it past your ears, distracted by the heat of his lips in the clash of the coolness of his rain-stained skin. 

Your hand crawls up his neck to press him closer, feeling the strength of his arms wrap around you tighter before shutting the front door effortlessly with his foot. He lets you pin him against the door, lips tight bound to yours, and relief settles in his stomach as you show no sign of pulling away. He finds himself whispering a word of gratitude in every language, smiling against your lips. “No more excuses…I’m not letting anyone get in the way. Not even you.”

You finally break out in a smile, brushing it against his lips before reclaiming them, not minding the wet leather.

You spend the rest of the day in each other’s company. You put away the groceries before the room temperature worked against their favor and got yourselves changed out of your rain-dampened clothes, throwing them in the dryer. Even if he lived right next door, you allow him to wear your most oversized shirt after he insisted he should, watching the cotton fabric cling to his broad shoulders with the hem just hitting him at his hip bone.

Man, he’s a large man.

“Kinda snug.”

You scoff, crossing your arms in an attempt to hold yourself back. “You can get clothes next door. You’re just a few steps away.”

He grins, approaching you. “It’s raining…I could get sick.” His long arms land on either of your shoulders, reminding you of that cat that knew too much in a childhood cartoon. “You don’t want me sick…”

“You wouldn’t get sick taking two long strides to your house, Jeon,” you respond, rolling your eyes, unable to meet his.

“But you’d take care of me if I was, right?” 

You roll your eyes, accepting his advances of a hug and feeling his chin fit in the crook of your neck. “Kiss a guy two times too many and he follows you around like a stray cat.”

He grins. “You like it. Don’t act like you don’t. You probably even like my bike and you’re not telling me.”

“Okay well, no. Those are two separate matters.”

His arms wrap around you tighter before reuniting your lips, such tenderness and sweetness in his gaze as he thumbs over the curve of your cheek. “You don’t deny that other thing.”

“I thought was already point blank. You know, when I didn’t push you away, kicking and screaming.”

“Yeah, but,” he shrugs, his cheekbones only getting higher. “Hard to come by something nice from you. I want to hear it.”

You sigh, giving in. “Fine.”

Your head fit between the divide of his chest, hearing a quickened pulse underneath it. You close your eyes as your hand strokes against his back. “I have… feelings for you. Maybe for once good feelings. Just don’t get cocky about it.”

Overwashed with calm joy, he takes you tighter, inhaling the soap in your hair. “Too late.”

[minsh0e]

mini astrology observations 2/?

hi hi ! i am back with another mini astrology observations. I want to thank you all for such an amazing reaction to my “work”, and for all your positive/negative comments that you left for me. these opinions make me realize a lot and will definitely make me grow further in the future… before you move on to the reading, i want to say, that I am not a professional, so take everything lightly. as always, have fun reading <3

p.s. - photos are mine :)

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☆ people with empty 1st house may lack life guidance or be less aggressive while voicing their opinions. on the contrary though, they might judge people based on their personality and manners, not appearance or first impressions.

☆ libra risings literally don’t have to wear makeup as they look/feel better without it

☆ in my first/last observations, i talked about the mars and/trine venus synastry and how it can be the first thing that pulls you in. in this case, mars represents the man and venus represents the woman. last time, i talked about how i got attracted to the men, who have mars in the same element as my venus but i haven´t mentioned, that all of them had virgo mars...

i have a theory of mine (that i observed on me and others) in which venus mostly gets attracted to the mars sign of same element that is positioned clockwise (e.g. scorpio -> cancer) and mars mostly gets attracted to the venus that is positioned anti-clockwise (cancer -> scorpio)…i have, however, observed this on people who are attracted to the opposite gender not the same gender, therefore, i can’t really tell you nothing about how this works for homosexuals.

-> please let me know what you think about this/what are your experiences if you have time :)

☆ this is a very random observation that you can skip if you want to…our dog it considered to be beautiful by most of the people we met/meet. he has shiny, colorful fur, symmetrical face and body color placements. i decided to check out his natal chart for fun and found out, that he has libra venus in 5th house…interpret this as you want, but i guess, that you can really apply astrology to anything :)

☆ people with sagittarius mars are the ones, who love the sports/movement the most. they are amazing at doing anything physical, so you can literally see them being great at any sport…even if they do it for the first time. they may be interested in a lot different kinds too.

☆ those with lilith in 8th house get sexualized/objectified a lot. if you have lilith (or any other lilith) in this house, you were most likely introduced to the “sexual” more early in your life and matured more faster then your other peers. also, you might be randomly called/shouted at by other disrespectful people on the streets…i was really surprised to find out, that this is not really talked about that much, so here i am…

☆ another observation i talked about in past were pisces/12th house placements. i talked about how sleepy and tired they can get without any specific reason but let me tell you…all the water signs/house placements get like this and it's mostly because of said no reason or when they get tired just by thinking about working on something/having to describe something to the other person. they treasure their energy and how they spend it.

☆ degrees are a very important part of reading an astrology…if you have time, please learn/read about them

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the end.

these observations were slightly shorter, so i am sorry about that :(

again, feel free to leave your feedback :)

[bobabisch]

I often hear the argument that Luffy is dumb, and I can't help but be ticked off every time I hear someone say it, because Luffy isn't dumb, he's simply carefree. And I mean that in the literal sense of the word. Luffy truly does not have a care in the world. Luffy chooses not to complicate things. He does things for the simple fact of wanting to and he purposely refuses to learn about people, situations, and the nuances involved with both because the nuance just pollutes the true nature of the subjects. Luffy doesn't choose to do these things out of ignorance or selfishness, but because in the grand scheme of things, all the information that he chooses to ignore is wholly unimportant both by Luffy's own standards and to the development of the story as well. What Luffy deems unimportant does not matter at all to how things play out in the anime.

Luffy, at his core, is an incredible judge of character. Luffy's relationship with Tama is a perfect example of this. By all accounts Luffy's first impression of Tama should have been negative. She came off as a little bit mean and stand-offish. However, Luffy in his natural Luffy-fashion is unbothered. He didn't need Tama to tell him or show him explicitly the kind of person she was to understand her as a person. Despite the fact that she was a little girl, Luffy treated her with basic respect right off the bat. Luffy didn't see her as child, but rather as the self-sufficient human she was. Of course his fondness for her was only furthered by the food that Tama gave him. Luffy didn't need to know anything more about Tama after he heard that she had given him her last shares of food. He didn't need to hear Tama's sad story to understand her. She treated him with kindness, like she would a friend, even though they had just met. Luffy would go to the ends of the earth for her over that simple fact. He had no desire to learn of Wano's history to better understand how Tama got to this point in her life. All he needed to do and all thay he wanted to do was return a kindness. And that he did.

The same can be said for the part Luffy plays in Nami's story. When Nami 'betrayed' Luffy, he'd simply brushed it off. Once again, Luffy knew who Nami was without having to ask and without her having to show him explicitly. Luffy saw her 'betrayal' yet did not take it at face value. Luffy refuses to leave her behind because everything Nami had said/done in that situation muddled Luffy's inherent and instinctive understanding of her character. This next bit is ironic to say because Luffy often makes decisions with his stomach rather than his head, but its clear that Luffy would rather trust his gut feeling than try to understand Nami's actions which appeared entirely contradictory to Luffy's perception of her personality/character.

This theme rings true throughout the whole anime. This happens when Luffy chooses to trust Law on Punk Hazard over Law's rather dubious choices without needing or wanting an explanation from him. This happens when he rescues Zoro at the very beginning of the anime and he simply trusts this well-known pirate hunter not to cut him down right of the post. I beg of you all, please do not dilute Luffy's complex character design down to something so trivial as him simply "being stupid".

Sorry for the tangent, I have just always felt people who say this about Luffy sell him and his whole character design short. There is so much more that I could say about this too. I could go into detail about the ways in which Luffy is as smart as the rest of the crew (in different ways than them obviously), but that would call for several more paragraphs, so I'll just cut it here I think.

Anyways tell me what y'all think, I'm curious.

[ashwhowrites]

Could I request angst #1 with Eddie please❤️ RIP my heart out but maybe happy ending?

What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough?

I hope this is enough angst for you!! And I hope it does rip your heart out. I tried my best <3 thank you for requesting

Good enough?

Eddie liked to give off the vibe that he was confident. That every negative comment thrown his way did nothing to affect him. He walked with his head high, danger in his eyes, and a fence around his heart. He's been burned too many times, so he didn't care to let anyone in. The people in his life all walked out on him, and he started to believe the common factor was him.

He planned to graduate and get the hell out of Hawkins. The only person he'd leave behind was Wayne, but even then, he wasn't around much. Eddie didn't spend his free time with anyone, just scrapping for money. A jar packed with every dollar he made, his ticket to get out. He's been saving for years, over hundreds of money.

He lived behind a wall, and he was scared to let anyone get too close to it. Because if they did, they'd see his right through it. His walls are made of glass, one shattering away from collapsing.

At the end of the day, he was lonely. And being lonely made him make stupid decisions, like falling in love.

~~~

Y/N was new to the school and to Hawkins. She looked lost and small, but gorgeous. A kind of gorgeous that Eddie couldn't take his eyes off of her. He kept staring, trying to see if she was real or a dream. She wore comfy clothes, nothing over the top for her first day in a new school. Which told Eddie she didn't feel the need to impress anyone. But, he kept walking by.

He saw her every day and every second. It was like she spawned right in front of him, no matter where he went. He couldn't escape from her.

And he never did escape from her. Her warm touch landed on his shoulder, and his body tingled in ways he never felt before. Her sweet voice complimented his shirt, and it stayed in his head. He tried to be polite, smile, and walk off. But then she followed, her number on a piece of paper. He planned to throw it away, he knew someone new wouldn't change anything.

But in a moment of weakness, he called her.

~~~

Two years passed, and they lived in a small trailer together. Their diplomas side by side on the wall. A reminder of where they met and the only achievement Eddie could hang up.

She lived behind the glass walls with him. He cut out a door for her to slip through, her gentle body squeezing in. The glass stood tall, touches of them on the walls to remind him he wasn't stuck in there alone.

He thought she'd leave a long time ago, but here she was, twirling around in his arms in her white dress. The biggest smile he's ever felt across his lips. Their wedding was a tiny dance in their kitchen. Neither had a family to share the memory with. Wayne got a job and left Eddie behind. But Eddie was okay with it, now he had a wife to lie side by side with.

Eddie didn't know how to be a husband, and she didn't know how to be a wife. Both learn together with training wheels. But Eddie has never found himself happier. He still had his dream of leaving, which she supported. They'd run off together and Eddie would get his dream of being a rockstar.

~~~

Time flew, and before Eddie knew it, they were celebrating their third wedding anniversary.

Eddie was running a tad late to the house, stopping by the store to get flowers. He was buzzing with excitement. They saved enough to leave Hawkins forever, and he planned to share that news tonight.

Eddie drove home, a smile on his face as he passed the familiar streets.

The tiny restaurant he proposed at, he remembered how scared he was.

Eddie couldn't eat any of the food, the box in his pocket rubbing against his thigh. His nerves swimming in his stomach, he felt like everything he ever ate was going to come back up. She watched him worriedly as she sipped her wine. Her warm hand clenched his as she asked if he was alright. He smiled and said he was fine.

The sweat on his hairline as he took a deep breath. He reached into his pocket and slid off his chair. Dropping to his knee in front of her, kissing her left hand as he held it. He remembered the shocked look on her face, the tears that slid down her cheeks. The way he choked out the words through his own tears. "I've never had a home, just a roof over my head. I've never had love, just a piece of paper saying I was Wayne's. But now I found home and love in the same place. You are my home, and I learned what love felt like because of you. You are the only person in my life that hasn't left me behind. And I want you forever, us forever, and a home forever. I promise I'll give you a home, family, and the love you showed me."

Eddie wiped a silent tear that fell down his cheek, he smiled at the memory and kept driving. A few blocks down he saw the light post, a sting in his heart.

It was a stormy night, the rain poured and thunder cracked throughout the silence. He was running down the street, praying the rain covered his tears, and the thunder blocked out his sobs. Her feet pounding behind him, racing to catch up with him. Her hand reached out and grabbed his jacket.

"TALK TO ME!" she pleaded, her own tears flying down her face as she turned Eddie around. His eyes closed as he refused to look at her. He wanted to run away from the fight and hide from the consequences.

"Baby, please? It's me" She tried again. She wrapped her arms around him, their soaked clothes sticking to each other as he broke down in her arms. His legs gave out as dropped to his knees, and she sank down with him. Her touch never left his as she tangled her hand in his wet curls.

"Just please don't leave me. You are all I have. I know I fuck up a lot, I know I'm a mess and make it impossible to love me. Please don't give up on me."

"Oh Eddie, I'll never leave you. I love you so much, and we all make mistakes. You are my mess, and you are the only mess I'd ever want. I'd never give up on you, okay? I'm always going to love you."

Eddie kept on driving, his mind busy with the memories of her. He pulled into the driveway, a smile on his face as he held the flowers. He turned his key, walking into the house. He could smell the dinner on the stove, the soft music playing through the radio, but no sight of his wife. Eddie hummed as he put the flowers in a vase, setting it on the table.

"BABE?" Eddie yelled, he checked on the dinner before moving around the house. He wasn't sure where she was.

He headed to the bedroom, calling her again as he opened the door.

And there she was,

Standing in tight lingerie, red and black lace covering her chest and cunt. The rest of her skin showed off by the mesh. Her hair curled and messy, red lips smeared, and eyeliner sharp. Eddie thought his wife looked beautiful.

"I can explain!" She rushed out, Eddie's eyes moved away from her and settled on the man behind her.

Eddie felt his heart being torn into a thousand pieces. She reached out to him, her ring still on her finger. Eddie backed away, ignoring the hurt on her face as he tried to find the words. Eddie recognized the man, it was Y/N's boss. He couldn't say a word as her boss quickly ran out of the house.

"I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you." Y/N cried, the tears already falling as she grabbed Eddie's hand. But it was like her touch set him off. Yanked him back down to reality.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" he screamed, not a single part of him felt guilty as she jumped back. Her hands back to her own space as she nervously chewed on her nail.

"Please I can explain!"

"Explain what? I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING! I GAVE YOU FUCKING EVERY SINGLE THING I HAD!" Eddie screamed.

He's been burned so many times.

He's been left by so many people.

Just as he expected, the glass house shattered and he was cut by the shreds.

"How could you do this to me? In our bed? In our house? On our fucking anniversary?" Eddie was shooting off questions, and she didn't have any answers. She sobbed as he watched. He didn't know how to feel. It was like he didn't feel anything but anger.

He felt like he should be sad, and heartbroken. But he felt fire in his veins and wanted to hurt her way worse than she hurt him.

"I don't know! But Eddie, please. I'm so sorry, you have to believe me!" She pleaded, but Eddie wasn't having any of it.

"Believe you?" he scoffed, "BELIEVE YOU?" he repeated. "I SPENT ALL THESE YEARS BELIEVING YOU! WHEN YOU SAID YOU LOVE ME, WHEN YOU MARRIED ME, WHEN YOU PROMISED NEVER TO LEAVE OR HURT ME. ALL I DID WAS BELIEVE YOU. I should have known you were just like everyone else. What happened to you? What changed?" Eddie asked, he refused to let himself cry in front of her about it. He spent years refusing to cry over everything, but what was he supposed to do when his everything made him feel like nothing.

"I was unhappy with you, and I was stupid. It happened once then again and again. I know it doesn't make anything better, but he was never supposed to be here."

"Oh well thank you for that! I am so glad that you had the heart to cheat everywhere but our house." Eddie mocked, rolling his eyes.

"How were you unhappy? I did everything you wanted. I mean FUCK! WE STAYED HERE BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO. WE BOUGHT THIS HOUSE BECAUSE YOU WANTED IT. WE HAD THE WEDDING YOU WANTED. We were meant to leave Hawkins behind, and you told me you wanted to stay, and I did for you." Has Eddie explained everything more things were clicking in his head.

"When did you two start?" he asked, his eyes in slits as he glared over at her.

"I don't know. But it's the past! Please we can fix this. We can fix our marriage and have the family we always wanted. Please don't give up on us. Let me fix this." She cried as she clung to his arms desperately. Eddie could see the regret in her eyes, but he couldn't trust her.

"What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough? I've been trying ever since we met. I'm done trying because look where it got me. I gave up my dream in music just so you could stay here and why? For him? Because you picked that he was more important than my dream?"

"I didn't pick between you!" She tried to defend but Eddie just couldn't hold it in.

"YOU ALREADY PICKED HIM! You picked him the second you decided you wanted to stay here. We had a chance to run away like we always dreamed about. Then you changed your mind. You begged me to have our family here. But that's what you truly meant was it? You begged me to stay here so you didn't have to leave him. It wasn't about raising a family in the town I grew up in. It wasn't about the place we fell in love. It was about all about him. You are so fucking selfish. You made me give up everything so you could have it all, and that still wasn't enough. You played me stupid and made me stay here so you could continue your affair? I can't stand you." Eddie hissed. He was done, and the love he felt for her was not enough.

"You're right," she said quietly, "It was about him. I wanted to stay because I didn't want to lose that feeling. And I'm sorry I got caught up. It was just because it was new and exciting! I don't love him, not even close to the amount of love I have for you. I want you, and a family. You are way more important and I'm sorry I broke your heart. "She sobbed, her hands against his cheeks. He tried to hold back his tears but her soft touch reminded him of the love they had together. The nights they were tangled up and their hearts beat together. But broken hearts don't beat anymore.

"We're done," Eddie said, he stepped back and let a small tear fall.

"Eddie no." She pleaded but Eddie shook his head.

"The old you would have never done this to me. She actually loved me, and when she said it, she meant it. The girl I married meant it. You cheated because I made you unhappy? No, you cheated because you were unhappy with yourself. And that's not my godman fault."

"Excuse me?" She snapped, "Unhappy with myself? You aren't the only one that put work into this marriage. I dealt with assholes in high school for giving you a chance. I sacrificed my wedding because we couldn't afford anything. After all, your record stopped you from getting a job. Maybe I was unhappy because you held me back! Maybe I was unhappy because I busted my ass making money to pay all our bills while you tried to make a career happen from your band. Maybe I cheated because I wanted to be taken care of instead of taking care of you." She breathed heavily, her tears gone as she fumed.

"You are so two-faced. We had conversations about my band and your job. YOU TOLD ME TO WORK ON THE BAND AND YOU'LL COVER THE BILLS IN THE MEANTINE BECAUSE YOU WANTED ME TO DO WHAT I LOVED! You can't throw that in my face now. I offered to get a job, I told you I had connections in California for us, and none of that was good enough for you. You don't get to turn this all on me so you can keep your hands clean. I did everything you told me to do. We sleep side by side every night. If you were unhappy, you had every chance to say something. But that would mean you had to be the bad guy right? But don't worry about it. I won't hold you back. Go live out your house fantasy with your boss, fucking your way up to a promotion, and have him take care of you. See how far lust over love gets you."

Eddie was met with silence. He scoffed and began to pack his bags.

"Just going to leave?" She asked

He collected everything he had in a rush and grabbed his jar from the closet. He was going to make it with or without her.

"Yeah. Since we move on to new shiny things instead of talking things out." Eddie spat out.

"You really think you can do this on your own? You weren't good enough to make it in Hawkins, what makes you think you are good enough to make it in California?"

~~~

"Ladies and gentlemen, Eddie Munson."

Two years later, Eddie stood on a big stage. The crowd chanted his name as the spotlight blinded him from seeing the crowd. His guitar was in his hand and his new band was behind him.

The smile on his face never left. The California air swept across his forehead and he felt the breeze on his arms. The sound of the ocean echoed as he sang and the crowd sang along.

He didn't hold anyone back.

She held him back.

And leaving her was the best thing he ever did. He made it on his own because he was good enough. He was good enough to achieve his dream and damn good enough to be a star.

He struggled with love, and now he has thousands of people that love him all across the world. All these people that saved him, and some he saved right back.

He didn't struggle about being good enough because he was always good enough.

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[infernumequinomin]

"Kipperlily hates Riz because she's got a crush on him," this, "Kipperlily hates Riz because he somehow snubbed her," that... First of all, this boy imprinted instantly in a bully throwing him in a trash can thinking they could be friends, Riz wouldn't just forget someone he met in any sort of positive or negative way for zero reason. If they met, even if she didn't make a huge impression, Riz was SO desperate for companionship in Freshman year I don't think he'd have forgotten or ignored her.

I think a lot of people are forgetting the complexity of Riz's story as a poor kid who is of a "monster race" going to somewhere like Augefort through sheer working really fucking hard on the part of both him and his mom, and that they have explicitly in canon faced adversity both for their financial class and race. One of Riz's driving forces to do really well this year is so he can even GO to college. Sklonda EXPLICITLY lost her pension from YEARS of sleepless nights working as a detective and working her way up through the ranks this year (and I don't think it's something to overlook that Kipperlily's mom works as a county clerk and may have had some say there). I think Kipperlily may just be a graden variety privileged bigot who thinks some "gutter scum goblin shouldn't be in classes with normal people." And that a lot of her work with Jawbone has probably been unpacking these internalized biases.

Like, from the outside, the Bad Kids were ressurected by the principal the very first day of school, throwing the whole school into chaos and got DETENTION for it. Riz not only killed, but ATE the vice principal, after they defeated Kalvaxis! They were all on the verge of failing if they didn't complete their Sophmore year spring break project (it was 70% of their grade or some insane shit!), and while most of them may still have passed, Fig and Kristen DEFINITELY needed that credit and that is mentioned in the season, Adaine is insanely stressed about them completing their quest for "school credit".

If Kipperlily grew up rich and entitled, with all the biases about poor people that can grow (especially if her dad's real estate office owns Strong Arm Apts and she thinks of it as a slum, because it's kind of described as low income public housing lbr here) and saw that some lower class goblin was EATING PEOPLE after defeating them (you know, like a monster does, clearly not taking any time to understand his motivation OR culture), and getting preffered treatment because the principal just happened to LIKE HIM and his party (because they took the time to become closer to him over the years and Augefort clearly values students who will absolutely kick his teeth in bc adventurers are "insane violent psychopaths" citation: the Seven), and breezing through his classes without doing ANY of the work (because she doesn't SEE the work or the sleepless nights or all the stress he's taking on for others) it absolutely tracks for her to grow this huge chip on her shoulder about it and for it to reinforce these biases she may have already had about goblins and esp abt POOR goblins like Riz.

I don't think Riz did anything wrong. I think Kipperlily just has shit to fucking work thru in regards to how she views the kinds of people she doesn't know or has had no opportunity to associate with. Even among her party, they're all rich to middle class for the ones we know the class of. She's 17 and has a bunch of internalized biases, likely from her upper middle class upbringing, and major anger management issues. Idk it just makes sense to me. I met all kinds of girls like her in college who were type A to all shit who resented me for seeming to "have it easy" despite how hard my life should have been coming from a poorer background than them.

[cuupidsss]

Can I request an sbg x fem reader one-shot who has the powers of winter from aespa's new Supernova mv in the phantom world, but the drawback is that she gets sick and vomits blood + she has lucky girl syndrome (which means she's lucky asf)

Or

A sbg x gn reader who is like emu otori from wonderlandxshowtime and she is the captain of the dance team + and has the fighting technique of mizuki just search up "mizuki wrestler" on tiktok.

I’m doing the second one because I’m inlove with the cute theme soo.. hope you like it ^_^

— I also added the lucky girl syndrome for this cause it fits a little, I would take your first request but it takes SO MUCH more research, I’ll find a time to do it though. ❤️

How could they truly react to you? When they had first met you their first impressions went well to say the least. You were bubbly and expressive and now or less extroverted. You were giggly aswell and it was hard to deny how you were a little ditzy sometimes.

Everyday at school you were always in a good mood, they never caught you in a bad one. At first when the phantom realm thing started they thought that it didn’t happen to you. They didn’t see you for the first or second time they went, it confused them, it truly did. You went to the sorrel weed house to? So how come it didn’t affect you.

They soon came to realize that was not the case. They saw you one day, running towards them and waving. Ashlyn was the first to react, it was only a couple minutes into the second day and you were just so happy to be here? Taylor ran towards you and you both hugged, even though you all aren’t close. Tyler and Ben were more or less standing awkwardly but Tyler looked a little upset. Aiden was just being.. Aiden? He was asking you some dumb questions and poking you. Logan looked concerned but everyone was overall okay.

You were really tired, you rubbed your eyes as they asked and harassed you with their concerned. You gave them a odd face and just shrugged.

“I don’t know! Lol?” You said with a little smile, they all suddenly had straight faces and Taylor giggled at how lost you sounded. “Those blob things were scary though!” You sounded so shocked, but not scared… at all.

You guys had been going to the realm for a couple days after this silly incident and they hadn’t really seen you fight, they all figured you couldn’t, Ashlyn decided that you guys might aswell see her parents to train. It could benefit all of you.

They were shocked, very shocked. ON HOW YOU REFUSED. Why didn’t you want to do it? It would literally benefit all of them. Tyler had the most negative reaction.

“Come on, this would help all of us! You’ll just drag us down if you can’t defend yourself!” He said something like that, practically saying you were dead weight if you couldn’t be of use. It didn’t hurt you to much, you knew what he meant to say and yet it didn’t affect you.

You decided to tell them you would accompany them, and accompany you did. When they asked one more time if you wanted to take your turn at getting your ass beat you said.

“No thank you!” And smiled sheepishly, “I already have sports I do like wrestling, I don’t need to learn anymore stuff!” The whole group went silent.

“Why didn’t you tell us that before?” Tyler asked. You didn’t hear him very well, it sounded like mumbling.

“Huh? What was-“ “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US THAT BEFORE?” His reaction was sort of funny, but you just kind of stood there all silly and blinked sheepishly.

You and Aiden get along pretty well, but you’ve had your creative differences.

“I think it’ll look better like this!” You said, showing him the show outfit idea for your next match.

“I think you should add a bow on the chest part, like a glitter force character!” He said nonchalantly as you groaned..

“Okay, should I add glitter?” You asked, your eyes lighting up, he quickly agreed. You got for work on it immediately.

They’ve come to a couple of your wrestling matches, you joined the school club. The club wasn’t separated by genders so imagine their suprise when you took down some guy who was much taller than you with little to no effort. After the match when you met up with them the first thing you said was;

“This uniform they make us wear is so not cute! Or comfy for that matter, they only let me put some sweatpants over the bottoms. And the bottoms are so tight!” You just raged about the uniform, you looked like a sad puppy, but they you brightened up again, “were you all impressed?”

“Why don’t you do this stuff in the phantom realm?” Taylor asked with a dumbstruck face as you mimicked her and everyone went silent. Ashlyn stared at you before sighing and dismissing Taylor’s question after looking at your face.

You and Ashlyn are close aswell. The grumpy, quiet and observant with the cute, playful, ditzy one was your guys favorite stereotype. Or at least yours..?

You two are complete opposites but go so well together, the only thing she has to complain about is how you can be so, so clueless.

“What do you think, (name)?” You blinked at Ashlyn’s question and made a weird face.

“About what?” You asked scratching your neck. She stared at you for a minute befor asking;

“Are you serious?” They had just been talking about the plan and you had missed so much of it. Besides that encounter you guys get along swell.

Taylor? Taylor is your girl. Your go to bestie, your number one. She gets you, she really gets you.

“Do you like my outfit? It’s for wrestling! I have a match tonight!” She marveled at your presented outfit, you had all been hanging out at your house and you wanted to personally show Taylor your outfit, in your room while the others hangout downstairs.

“It’s so cute? How is that for wrestling?” She says, messing with the bow that Aiden insisted you add. “The bow is cute.” You deadpan.

“Yeah it’s cute I guess.” You say blushing cockily, you flip your hair dramatically as you both burst out into giggles.

Now, Logan? Logan, Logan, Logan.. how did you approach this one? Well he was a little intimidated by you, you were so bubbly, loud and creative that he just couldn’t get over how overwhelming you are.

“Logan!” You said, hugging him it was early morning and you had gotten to school early, you didn’t take the bus. You saw Logan just standing off to the side awkwardly. At first he was always put off by your affectionate nature, also how nice you were.

“(Name)?” He said, slightly hugging you back. He had seemed to have gotten used to it. It were times like now that he appreciated your personality. Ben came up beside you two and waved, you and Logan had already stopped hugging as you waved at Ben.

Ben was sweet, really sweet. When you had met Ben you were a little put off. He was kind of awkward around you, but he was also really nice to you. He never spoke, unlike you, but you seemed to get used to it just like Logan got used to you. One day you both were in the realm and you had beaten the shit out of some globs, as you like to call them. You had scrapped your ankle when you all had booked it t safety.

“Thanks Ben.” You whispered to him, while everyone conversed. He had wrapped your ankle neatly for you, you couldn’t help but smile at his generosity. He looked at you before nodding and turning his attention back to the group. He was really just shy, or was he?

Tyler was a special case. I don’t think he’d ever get used to how peppy you are. Your kind of like Aiden, it annoys him to think that.

“Tylerrrr!” You said, trying to get his attention by poking him. You guys were at lunch, you were sitting at the table together and today you had sat next to him. He had to breath in before giving you a look.

“What?” He said before looking back at his plate.

“Are you gonna eat that?“ you said, looking at his extra soda he got from the vending machine. He looked at it, he was gonna save it for his next couple classes but.. he handed it to you, without even thinking. Why didn’t he think? He just gave it to you? You took it great fully, that’s where your guys mural friendship started.

You still scare them sometimes, everyone gets scared by how reckless you are, going into battle without a second thought is dangerous. You somehow NEVER get hurt other then the ankle thing. It literally shocks them.

One time you fell out of a tree you and Aiden were messing around in and you landed on Ashlyn perfectly. You could’ve gotten hurt but you somehow landed on her in the perfect position.. how the freaky deeky?

Another extremely lucky moment was when you guys were on top of a large building and you fell off only to land on one of the window sills, somehow? Taylor had to find that window and pull you through it.

Another time you were fighting a phantom and you jumped off of a fucking refrigerator and landed your feet hit directly on top of its head as it was WALKING PAST so it was still moving!

They have never seen someone so damn lucky.

“Do you have something that makes you so lucky?” Taylor asks and suddenly everyone else started asking too.

“Yeah, even Aiden isn’t that lucky.” Ashlyn barged into the conversation.

“She’s just stupid.” Tyler says and Logan silently laughs. Ben. Sighs at the insult before you pipe up.

“I guess you could call me lucky man!” You’d say, like you’ve discovered a new species.

“Your a female.” Aiden correct.

—

That’s all I have, sorry I’m lazy and tired tday lol

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.191 So long

I tossed and turned last night, and I don't think Sophia got much sleep either. We were so anxious and eager to move into our new home; it's all we could talk about for the rest of the night. Even Desiree had trouble falling asleep. At an appropriate hour, we hopped out of bed, got ready, and had breakfast. Just as we prepared to head out, I received a frantic call from our tenants. They said a toilet was spewing out sewage! I had to get over there right away, but I was very skeptical. Dad and I had no maintenance problems when we lived there, but now they're saying there's some kind of leak? The house was old when he bought it, so it could just be something that would have happened anyway, but I don't think that's the case. I bet they clogged the toilet and now it won't stop running. They better not be flushing diapers.

Jilliana met me at the door and told me where to find the problem as if I didn't know. Owen was in the bathroom trying and failing at cleaning up the mess, and I appreciated the effort.

"How did this happen?" I ask.

"I don't know! One minute I'm sitting here reading the paper and the next it's all coming back at me!"

So, what he's really saying is he uses too much toilet paper. Got it.

"Alright. I'll get it sorted," I said.

That was his cue to leave, but he stands over me as I attempt to decide where to begin. I'm no stranger to the wrench anymore, but I've never fixed a toilet before. And let's not forget how disgusting this entire situation is on top of being watched. I feel ill-equipped to handle this on my own, but I owe it to myself to try, however, so I give it a whirl before calling in a professional.

Without knowing how to start, I treat it just like every other sink I've unclogged. Toilets have plumbing just like sinks do, so surely the mechanics are the same. I get going, all the while trying to avoid getting drenched by the literal shit storm. I can't tell what's worse: a deluge of adult sewage or the smelliest poopy diaper. At some point, Owen sees how useless he is and leaves me alone. I felt much better without eyes on me and keep at it until I eventually stop the leak.

I'm so proud, not just because I avoided getting showered, but because I figured it out. I crushed it! Dad would be so proud of me right now. With the flood stopped, all that's left to do is clean up and leave. I thought about leaving the mess for them to clean up, but I could already see the ratings drop and the negative review. Besides, this is still my house, and the only one who's going to care for it properly is me.

Before leaving, I told the Sages I'm going to do a walk-through and make sure everything else is in order. They were having a nice family moment with their twins and kind of ignored me, so I did what I needed to do. Besides, it was kinda nice to see them in better spirits because first impressions last a long time.

The other bathroom and kitchen sink appeared to be in working order, which made my theory about the toilet paper and/or diaper flushing even stronger. If they call me again soon with the same problem, I know something.

I left them and returned home to gather my family and bid farewell to the house of my dreams. For so long, this house consumed my thoughts. I'd never been so focused or devoted to achieving something before. In the beginning, I had no idea how I'd ever be able to afford such a home, but I manifested it and made it happen. Now, I must close this chapter and move onto the next. We're leaving behind so many memories here, some good, and some bad ones too, but they all make up our story. We wouldn't be the sims we are today without the good, bad, and ugly, so it is with great gratitude that I leave this place. So long, Parkside Place in Hopewell Hills. You've been very good to us.

[sharkfoodstore]

the best "comic relief" character of all time forever without question she is great and you should love her thank you [spoilers for misericorde]

Every single Misericorde fan loves Darcy. She is one of unquestioned fan favourites, second probably only to Hedwig herself. I have never met a single person who has had a single negative thing to say about her, and I highly doubt they exist. But I've also noticed that among fans there's less serious discussion about her compared to the others, which I think is a bit of a shame cause I think she's also one of the best written characters, in a game with nothing but well written characters. And I just wanna ramble about this character for a bit cause she literally rewrote my personality for months after I played it and I just wanna talk about it.

Part 1: Getting to know Darcy

This is the line that introduces us to Darcy:

In context, after playing the whole game, this line is kind of patronizing and rude. But with literally prior interactions with her, we don't have the context to understand that, especially with the goofy music in this scene.

After this we get more dialogue where Eustace gets mad at Darcy for doing drugs before service. Again, we don't know Darcy OR Eustace yet. Replaying it, I get the sense that Eustace is moreso concerned about Darcy, given Eustace's other actions later in the story, but without knowing her yet it seems we have a pretty standard comedy duo. The silly one who gets them into situations, and the serious one who gets frustrated at the other's antics.

It's here where I need to talk about one of the major running trends in misericorde: first impressions. Misericorde cleverly draws on our knowledge of pre-existing tropes to get us to assume things about characters, only to subvert these later. This is the case for pretty much every character. Flora is just a rebellious kid, until she reveals that she's incredibly smart and is the first to figure out that something's up with Hedwig. Angela is mean for no reason, until she reminds us that someone in the Abbey has just been murdered so of course she's paranoid (though to be fair yeah she's also just mean lol). By calling on these tropes before subverting them, we're invited into Hedwig's shoes. Hedwig is an incredibly judgemental person, who easily assumes the worst in people and struggles to get over her initial impressions. And without realizing it, we're led to believe her impressions of people.

So, what is Darcy's first impression? Well, she's a stoner. She does drugs because she thinks its fun. She's a silly comic relief character. Now, if that was all she was, that wouldn't be bad, she'd be a pretty enjoyable character. In fact, I would say that her being somewhat of a stoner IS part of her character (if she was around today she would 100% love weed). But there's one more dimension to her drug use. But we don't learn more about that for a while.

Then we get to her next big scene, her vision.

First important thing to note about this scene is that it has some absolutely iconic Darcy dialogue.

I love her so much.

Second, this is where we start to learn more about Darcy. Most notably, her drug use is more than just for fun, it's to bring on visions. I am deliberately treating her visions as real here, and not calling them hallucinations brought on by whatever she's drinking for one important reason: Darcy 100% believes in her visions.

This is one of my favourite parts about her. Her spirituality is taken incredibly seriously by the VN. I'll get into this later, but man it is so nice to see a character like Darcy be taken seriously in this regard. I feel like in any other story a character like her who is strange and has visions would be played off like a joke. I can think of quite a few characters like that. But not Darcy. There's a scene later on where she's coaching Hedwig through interpreting what she saw in a vision and it's just great.

Firstly because Darcy is an absolute treasure, as per usual.

But secondly, because Darcy is suddenly put into this kind of sage role for Hedwig, guiding her through her spiritual experiences. Think about the first meeting with Darcy, where she was treated 100% as a joke. Now Hedwig, the character who spends literally the entire story lecturing other people about religion, has turned to Darcy for spiritual help.

Darcy throughout the story is slowly revealed to know more and more. And Hedwig begins to take her more and more seriously. From their first meeting, to Hedwig learning about her visions, to their conversation while on sheep herding duty, to here. This is almost presented like a twist, where Hedwig finds out that Darcy's knowledge complete outshines Hedwig in some areas she would previously consider herself the expert in. But, at the same time, Hedwig doesn't care too much. She's never like "I was shocked to see Darcy know so much about theology" except for one line about how authoritative she looks, because by this point Hedwig has gotten very close to Darcy, and has had a very slow arc of realizing that beneath the surface Darcy is brilliant and kind and a lovely person underneath a silly exterior. It's no wonder that Darcy is one of the few characters that Hedwig has nothing but praise for in her ending notes.

Honestly, Hedwig says it better than I could, right?

Darcy is actually rather unique from some of the other characters with secret sides Hedwig finds out about, because she doesn't hide who she is. Hedwig assumed the wrong thing about her, but that doesn't make sense, right? Because she never pretends to be less intelligent than she is. She's extremely open about all of this, she never hides any of what makes her such a wonderful character. So why did Hedwig, and by extension the audience, get the wrong idea about her? Well, it's pretty simple when you think about it. It's because

Part 2: Darcy has autism.

I'm not going to list out every autistic trait Darcy has. It's never named because they live in the middle ages, but her monotone speech (represented really creatively by a lack of capitalization and punctuation in her text), abnormal speech patterns, misunderstanding of social cues, irregular sleep schedules (she looks SO tired all the time), etc, are all pretty clear signs that she's autistic.

And this representation means a lot to me. Like, more than I can put into words. She isn't treated like a child, her autism doesn't make her magically better at things than other people, she isn't some kind of genius who nobody can understand, she's far from emotionless, has meaningful friendships with the people around her, has a girlfriend totally-just-a-close-friend who cares deeply about her, and is generally decently liked among the nuns instead of being a major burden to be around like some autistic characters are treated in media.

However, the VN also doesn't pretend her autism doesn't hurt her in some ways. Most notably, her relationships with the other nuns. They like her, but there's a concerning trend among them, where they don't seems to see all the stuff I talked about in part 1.

Remember this?

Katherine has known Darcy for years, and this is all she can say about her. She doesn't bring up that she's a talented gardener, sees visions, is the best cook in the abbey, or anything else. Darcy is just very special. Which, yeah, she IS very special and we love her so much but is that all Katherine really has to say? I said Darcy isn't treated like a child by the narrative, but at the same time, the nuns overlook her point of view on important matters. They use the bloody cloth she found as evidence, but don't seem to care much about her doubts about the story.

This even applies to Eustace, her closest friend who she 100% secretly dating. Eustace is overly protective of Darcy. This makes sense, Eustace has lost friends before and is terrified that she will lose them again, but with the autism reading in mind it isn't hard to see Eustace as perhaps going too far in sheltering Darcy.

So, obviously, this connected with me a lot. Darcy is someone whose surface level traits she cannot control lead to her being misjudged and looked down on, and I relate heavily in that regard. Our shared struggles with neurodivergence had me feeling a lot of empathy with her, but despite that, Darcy is also in a community that accepts her. Hedwig admires her, Eustace loves her, and people around her treat her differences as charming and just part of who she is rather than something to be fixed. And when I first read it that meant, and still means, more to me than I can express here. Darcy is an autistic woman who's autistic traits are never sidelined: there's never a scene where she gets so serious that she stops talking in her trademark Darcy mannerisms, despite still being allowed to take part in heavy scenes. It was so incredible reading about an autistic woman who had many of my own traits, and was just allowed to have them, and was loved and respected while carrying the traits I was expected to mask. She made me far more confident in carrying those traits, and helped me learn that if I find the right community I won't have to mask at all, just like her.

By the end she's someone Hedwig has grown to care deeply about. She's one of Hedwig's closest confidants, a distinction few characters in the story share. I think this is because of their shared experience. Hedwig is also someone who sees the world differently from other people, due to her sheltered upbringing. She's someone whose simple understanding of the world and morality is crushed under the weight of humanity's complexity. And as she learns, Darcy isn't someone who lacks complexity, but Darcy is someone who rarely feels the need to hide who she really is from Hedwig. Hedwig sees the depth within Darcy really quickly, and in turn, Darcy loves spending time with Hedwig. The deep unspoken connection and mutual respect is a treasure to read about, and was one of my favourite parts of reading volume 1.

Darcy is someone who I think many autistic people will see themselves in, I know for a fact that I did. She's such an absolute treasure to read about, is one of my all time favourite fictional characters, and I cannot WAIT to see her again in volume 2.

...please don't let her be the culprit please please please please : (

[darkfalcon-z]

was WWX fixated on LWJ? I don't think that fixation or obsession are an accurate description of WWX's attitudes towards LWJ.

Sure he was fascinated with him, he found him inspirational and LWJ definitely left enough impression for WWX to remember him, but that's different from a fixation. He's drawn to LWJ when he's there, but other than that, as far as I can remember, there's like one scene in entire novel when WWX talks or thinks about LWJ (other than scenes other than immediately after encounters with LWJ).

It's in the Lotus Pods extra, which takes place months after WWX left Cloud Recess, and JLY, who is the most likely person for WWX to tell what's on his mind, reacts as if the information that there's any kind of meaningful relationship between WWX and LWJ is novel to her. Which suggests that WWX hadn't talked about LWJ and hadn't even though about regularly enough to bring him up with his Shijie. He outright asked her if she even heard of LWJ, which he wouldn't if LWJ was a frequent topic of a conversation between them. It to you but doesn't imply any sort of fixation, it's normal to randomly remember people you've spent some time with.

LWJ didn't have that much of a role in WWX's first life, they've met infrequently, for most of those encounters LWJ had been unpleasant to him. Not all fascinations with others are romantic or sexual. It that context it really wouldn't make so much sense for WWX to interpret his fascination as something romantic. Among other things it would be emotionally safer not to interpret it as romantic if the other person is frequently irritated by you and antagonistic.

I don't think WWX was oblivious either.

Once he develops actual friendship with LWJ, he very soon notices romantic feelings and, sure, he struggles for some time with his previous preconceptions, but it takes him only few weeks to sort out, which is exceptionally fast. He doesn't even have ready made frame of cultural narratives to help him recognise what's going on. This is short time to accept you're queer when your entire life you though otherwise. If you hadn't grown with accessible narratives about quires figuring it out can last months or even years from the time you've noticed first signs.

The notions that WWX examines in his head, like if he could become gay by occupying gay man's body, aren't some definitive statements of his beliefs or conclusions, it's just him processing and reflecting. It would be unnatural for anyone to jump from one set of conceptions to another without some processing.

It takes so much for WWX to believe LWJ likes him back, because he consciously doesn't want to make untoward assumptions about LWj, he's scared that he maybe projecting his feelings and hopes on LWJ and that if he's misreading the situation he'll lose their friendship. He tries to look at the situation from different possible angels and refuses to takes seemingly obvious assumptions for granted, especially when they contradict his previous observations. He's not oblivious, he's an over-thinker. By the time they had non penetrative sex for the first time he was 95-99% sure LWJ shares his feelings, and he was sure once they got frisky until LWJ reacted negatively, at which point he started panicking and overthinking. That's why he needed so much assurance.

Besides, LWJ is incredibly hard to read. People didn't in fact know he was in love in WWX. Even LXC seemed to only realise the extent of those feelings once LWJ defended WWX against his own clan. It was a secret very few people were actually aware of. Most though the two hated each other.

JC is shocked (and overwhelmingly disgusted) when he sees Wangxian together in Lotus Pier and realises all the homophobic insinuations he'd been making may in fact hold kernel of the truth. The things by that time WWX has it basically figured out, but the subsequent confrontation with JC makes him hesitate once again. But it's about the fear of pushing something socially undesirable on LWJ.

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If you're not to busy and take requests- can I request a botw link x male reader where the male reader is an almost extinct race called the "yexrid" who can manipulate their body temperatures to be a space heater or an air conditioner and link and y/n are going through the gerudo highlands snowy mountains and y/n absolutely loves the snow and they have to camp there- and link is really cold so y/n turns his body heat up and cuddles link to sleep? Sorry it's long I'm lonely 🥲

Head First (BOTW Link x Male! Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲 ;]

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It took Link a little while to realize that you don’t really feel things the same way he does. At least, not fully.

  You said you knew the basics of what you could do. You were separated from your family long before you were able to gain full mastery, but that doesn’t stop you from being impressive. Not one bit. And it’s in the little things you do. It’s the fact that you could feel a sudden breeze and decide that you just won’t be cold. It’s the fact that you can drink a hot bowl of Prime Meat Soup in the desert and decide that you just won’t be hot. And it happens. Your body adjusts. And you continue about your day like you aren’t made of magic. Like you aren’t from an almost extinct race of people who had almost total control of their body, spirit, and mind.

  And yes, you’ll have your slip-ups. For a descendant of an ancient race of people- one of the most powerful groups of people to ever exist in Hyrule….you’re kind of a goof. Sometimes, you forget that not everyone can do what you do. Sometimes, you forget that you can do what you do. Sure, you get by well enough with a handsome face and an adventurous spirit. Link can easily attest to how much attention you get from the ladies and the men in any town you both visit. But you’re the type to jump in head first to a pond with all your clothes on. Only to realize at the moment of contact that you’ve just thrown yourself into a hot spring and will have to sit there and panic until you remember that you can just choose to not feel hot anymore. No matter how many times Link has advised you to use your head to think and not do.

  But then you give him that goofy smile. You show him that despite your quirks, you’re the best travel buddy a guy could ever ask for. You show that despite your mistakes, you always manage to get by just fine. 

  And you show him that sometimes are worth jumping in head first for.

  But this? This is not one of them.

  Right now, this is the two of your trying to force your way through whiteout conditions in the middle of the Gerudo Highlands. At least you were until the sudden storm forced you two to a standstill until it blows over. The worst part is that you can’t even turn The two of you are here at a request. Fetching plant or animal or bug or whatever that Link can’t remember because he’s just too damn cold. Despite all of his layers, he spent his money on them. Despite the snow boots he had to barter and barter and barter for. And despite the goddess-awful spicy elixir you made for him to help him adjust to the temperature change, he still can’t feel his fingers.

  But even with all his complaints that he’s too frozen stiff to voice, he does have one saving grace.

  He has you.

  Being out in one of the infamous Gerudo Highland storms is never easy. It’s never fun, it’s never enjoyable, and it's even worse when he’s alone. He can’t recall how many times he got stuck out here, trying to find a cave or a light or anything just to find his bearing and get out of the storm until it blows over. But that was all before he met you. That was all before he started traveling with you.

  Now, he’s still a bit miserable. With just how hard the wind blows? With just how hard he works for the people of Hyrule? He thinks he’s entitled to a little negativity here and there. But all those times he had to do it alone, were so much harder than this. Because while this might still be existing out in the freezing cold mountains next to the desert…this is also sitting inside a tent he barely helped pitch while you’re still outside messing with a second helping of Pumpkin Stew for the two of you.

  And Link just can’t help but watch.

  In between looks of concentration, there’s a smile on your lips as tiny little snowflakes pelt your pretty face. You’re just close enough to the tent that the fire manages to warm the very tip of Link’s nose and far enough away that the two of you don’t have to worry about any accidents in the middle of the night. But by the firelight, Link is able to see you. Almost perfectly in the mess of winter white blowing past the two of you.

  And you look at ease outside despite the swirling elemental storm around you. You look at peace outside despite the fact that you had relinquished your jacket a long time ago to give Link a blanket so he doesn’t get too while stationary. It makes Link jealous. It makes him jealous that you don’t have to do a single thing to feel alright while he is stuck spending rupee after rupee to give himself a fighting chance. 

  But it also makes him glad.

  Because you know that in moments like this, Link can’t handle the cold. Not like you do. Because in moments like this, you’re already stripping off your layers for more ease in your moments. And you’re wrapping your coat and your scarf around him without a single word and setting up the tent with minimal effort. You don’t fret when Link can do nothing but hold a stake still. You don’t. Instead, you jump in head first. You pitch the tent. You start the fire. You cook the food. You even slip Link a little more spicy elixir in his bowl to help with the taste. You do it all like it’s nothing. But without you?

  Link feels like he would be nothing. Nothing but just a lone wanderer. Drifting away out in the cold. Wishing for the wind to die down. Wishing for the snow to slow its fall. Wishing he had something warm to wrap himself in. 

  Or something warm that he could wrap himself around. 

  But that’s the thing. He has that now. He has you. And so he’s thankful. He’s so thankful when you eventually make the short journey back into the tent with another bowl of stew for the two of you. He’s thankful that you’re careful about helping Link hold his bowl up to his mouth and drink it all in with eager sips. He’s thankful that you’re quick to peek your head out at the fire in front of the tent and tend to it as best as you can from your spot right next to him. And when all the work is said and done? When Link finds that he’s too tired to do anything but lay on his side and pass out? He’s thankful that you’re there too. 

  Laying right beside him. Wrapping your arms around him. Pulling yourself close to him. And raising your body temperature up higher and higher and higher. Until is good enough for two. And Link didn’t even have to ask. Link didn’t have to speak. Somehow you just knew. You just knew what he needed. You just knew. Or maybe…maybe you didn’t. But this was just another instance of you being you. Maybe this was just another moment of you jumping in head first. Being bold. Being brave.

  And of being the best thing that could have ever happened to him.

  Ever since the first time he woke up cold, alone, and afraid. 

[knightyoomyoui]

[COMMISSION] LIVING WITH VAMPIRES: UNDER THE VEIL OF NIGHT  | TWICE x Male Reader | CHAPTER 3: "Judgment Day"

“LIVING WITH THE VAMPIRES: UNDER THE VEIL OF NIGHT” Written by: knightyoomyoui Commissioned by: @nchris00 Part: CHAPTER 3 | "Judgment Day" Word Count: 5,301 words

Me and Nayeon reached downstairs and joined Jeongyeon and Jihyo, who were expecting us. I glanced at Jeongyeon, who was giving me a reserved smile, while Jihyo still kept her authoritarian aura, eyeing me coldly.

Now we are four here at the kitchen counter, facing the living room, where the other girls are.

The order of our seats would be the three of them and me separated from each other. It really did feel like I was sent here to be investigated again regarding my background and anything else that would make them satisfied to have me here, even though I didn’t need to be here in the first place. It all just started because of Mina’s thoughtful treatment of me.

“Now that the required people are here to discuss this topic, let’s get started already.” Jihyo said, clearing her throat and fixated her arms crossed above her chest. “Nayeon must’ve told you a small idea why I had her to bring you here.”

“Yeah, she said it’s going to be about what would happen to my temporary stay here.” I nodded understandably, remembering what Nayeon has said after respectfully intervening between mine and Mina’s conversation.

“Good, and yes we’ve talked about you just now, that’s why.” Jihyo answered. “Jeongyeon here shared to us about how did it went for the both of you up there earlier when she decided to explain our side to you and I’m impressed, you had unnie starting to like you.”

“J-jihyo…” I saw Jeongyeon-noona’s eyes widened and nudged Jihyo to the arm. I wasn’t sure if her cheeks just blushed but probably because of the embarrassment she felt after getting exposed, in a typical way like what true friends do. “Y-you’re making it sound like-”

“Well yes, you heard me right Jeonghoon. Jeongyeon here had a nice talk with you.” Jihyo raised her voice to cut off Jeongyeon and resume her attention to me. Jeongyeon just looked away and sighed at her friend’s silly tactics. 

“I-I did too, yeah. She was gentle to me.” I agreed. Jeongyeon looked at me and slowly smiles in which I returned. 

“That’s great. But… aside from that, let’s move on to what is this discussion going to be actually about.” Jihyo patted the surface of the kitchen counter. “You’re about to judged by us today, Jeonghoon.”

I gulped. This is it; they have made their decision now, haven’t they? They’ll probably want me to leave now, either for their sake or mine, and whatever the result, I do understand that it has to go this way. This is probably just a sheer accident that we all met together, and it is not part of our destiny for a human like me to be surrounded by a bunch of vampire women.

“I’m going to be real honest with you, Jeonghoon. I do appreciate the fact that you saved the kids back in the orphanage and made an acquaintance out of Jeongyeon and Mina up there, but... I don’t trust humans like you.” She then went on to glare at me after speaking the first lines away from my direction.

“I’ve lived through decades and a century to keep track of how humans evolved their opinions about the existence of vampires, and most of them? They thought of us as a threat, and what’s better way to avoid it is to either run away... or dispose of the root of all evil that they fear.” Jeongyeon and Nayeon lowered their heads while Jihyo explained how she could say that she doesn’t trust my kind. I do have it already in my mind that they won't, but it intrigues me how much my fellow humans did to them before those times that resulted in them being so negative about us.

The two friends beside her must be remembering everything they have gone through, which fortunately didn’t work enough to stop them from continuously living in the present time, as the frown was slightly evident on their lips.

“I do see something interesting about you, kid, but I don’t trust you as a human because of how cruel they have been to us. They’re the reason why we kept on running and moving through different places, hiding just to put ourselves in safety,” Jihyo proceeded. I was just nodding in return to her words because she is making sense after all.

“That’s why I’m sorry to say... that I was one of us here who voted to get you out of our dorm,” Jihyo regretfully said to me. It was a bit painful hearing it. I was starting to become really invested in how my experience would be living around these almost normal-looking people, but yeah, if you don’t belong, then you don’t have to apply force to remain.

I muttered “okay’ to her as I nod and Jihyo just smiled at me a little. In my surprise, Nayeon took the turn to speak after their leader. “And I am also with Jihyo too. Sorry, Jeonghoon. When you caught me drinking that blood from the fridge, I don’t know if I would be going to forget and be comfortable when you’re around here with me, knowing that I just got caught again by a human while I do my vampire-like behavior.” Nayeon explained how did it urged her to vote for my disapproval.

That’s two to nothing already from them, with me being very defeated so far and there’s 7 more to go to find out, but I don’t have high hopes anymore that the cards might change.

After Nayeon and Jihyo went silent, Jeongyeon looked at them and turns her eyes at me. “But unlike them… I think it’s going to be okay to keep you here.” I was astounded by Jeongyeon’s sudden change of route. Nayeon and Jihyo weren’t surprised, as they already know that Jeongyeon objected at the idea of having me kicked out of the dorm.

“I liked the short time we spent together, building LEGOs and talking about vampire stuff and your personal experiences in your human life, in which we both got fascinated and related to each other at certain things, mostly dismaying realities. And I guess... another one or more to follow would be much fun if we did it again.” Jeongyeon shrugged and grinned at me.

I truly did mean what I said earlier—that Jeongyeon is my favorite out of them so far. She’s so easy to get along with, and I can feel the girl—no, I mean, older sister-maybe?vibes of how she treats me. I wonder if she was really just born this way or something more through it.

“Thank you, Noona. Hanging out with you again sounds good,” I said to her. She offered her hand, and for the first time, I felt really safe around them because of her. There’s no more hesitation creeping up in me. I immediately took her hand and shook it slowly.

“2-1. How about the others, huh?” Jihyo said. “We asked them about it already too, and since I don’t want to ruin their watching, I’ll just speak on behalf of those who also opposes your presence here, and Jeongyeon here would do the same for her stance. Fair? ”

“That’s actually good.” Jeongyeon reacted positively.

“Alright, well… aside from me and Nayeon, there’s two from them also who share the same choice as us too.”

“Let me guess, it’s the one who loves to make fun of me, right? The short one.”

“Hey, I heard it! ”We didn’t even notice that Chaeyoung was walking through our spot. She hurries to approach me as she stands closer to me, and shoots daggers into my eyes with pure hatred. “You better watch your mouth or I’ll slap the taste out of it from you, intruder,” she warned me.

“You’re right, I was also the one who wants you out, because you don’t belong in here. No humans should be even allowed in here, but you’re such a sneaky bitch that I’m so impressed that despite how breached our area is, you still managed to enter here and because of what? By seducing the softest member of our group with your fake-”

“Chaeyoung, stop!” Jihyo scolded the ranting Chaeyoung which effectively made the latter halt from her words. “This is just between us, didn’t we talked about this earlier? And also, what are you even doing here?”

“S-sorry unnie, Dahyun just asked me to grab some more chips when at the same time I heard this peasant right here insulting me.”

“How is that an insult when I’m just saying the truth?” I complained, defending myself as I literally just describe what I perceive about her.

“You little-” Chaeyoung was about to grab me but Jeongyeon tugged the hem of her shirt. “You should go now Chaeng, you don’t like Jihyo to get mad aren’t you?”

She looked at Jihyo who keeps her eyes at me but the expression is effective enough to make somebody conscious that they just fucked up. I heard Chaeyoung gulp and quickly went to the shelves to grab somw bag of chips. “S-sorry unnie.”

I watched her leave as she whispered “We’re not done yet” at me and I just smirked when I responded to her.  “I’ll wait.” 

“Okay, are we back now?” Jihyo stole my focus back and I quickly nodded. “So yeah,  Chaeyoung was the third one. Who’s next Nayeon?”

“One of the Japanese here in our group. I think you’ve seen her already when I drank the blood on the fridge.” Nayeon said as she gave a hint. I went back to find out who that is until I remembered when there was also somebody at the stairs looking down at me and Nayeon who just caught each other’s acts.

“Her name’s Momo. She’s the one who tasked me to get some blood for our hangover earlier.” Nayeon said. 

“Now it’s 4-1.” Jihyo tallied. I’m about to feel really low that the girls became very distant, shy and silent because of me being an unwanted existence here. I was about to accept my loss when suddenly Jihyo and Jeongyeon exchanged glances and Jeongyeon faced me with confidence.

“So you have Nayeon, Jihyo, Momo, and Chaeyoung disgareeing on having you here with us… but that stops right there.”

My eyes beamed with a bright light of opportunity about to come at me when I heared what Jeongyeon declared. “D-do you mean-”

“They’re just four of them. The rest? There’s 5 of us who wants you here. Me, Sana, Dahyun, Tzuyu, and Mina. Sana and Dahyun even begged for Jihyo here to give you one more chance.” Jeongyeon listed. “Since it’s 5-4, then it only means one thing….”

“The decision is not unanimous… but it’s a majority win that grants you to officially let you stay with us for an undisclosed amount of time.” Jihyo announces. 

Before I was about to answer, Jeongyeon congratulated me and patted my shoulder. Next thing I knew, they noticed that my eyes dwelled in tears as they slowly dropped filled with joy. I was happy that there’s still people who were willing to welcome and accept me with open arms again, and hopefully… it won’t end up like how my ex-girlfriend just took me for granted.

“You’re crying.” Nayeon said with a bit of a shock. “Why?”

“Sorry, it just means something more to me.” I said as I shook my head and wiped my eyes. “Thank you so much, really. I can’t describe how grateful I am.” 

I was about to kneel on my knees but Jihyo knew it coming. “No, stand up! There’s no need for that.” She told me.

“A simple thank you is enough, Jeonghoon.” Jeongyeon said to calm me. She patted my back repeatedly to comfort me.

“I don’t know what the rest except for Jeongyeon sees in you exactly but if that’s what makes them happy, I’ll do it for them.” Jihyo said to me. “And you must be glad that I trust Jeongyeon a lot.” I nodded at her. “But let me tell you one thing perfectly clear. She went closer at me and stood face to face at me, again displaying that serious and intimidating gaze she has. Her face went to my side as she pursed her lips close to my ears. “Humans don’t know that we still live up to this day. Everybody thought we have already gone instinct but no. That’s why we’re prohibiting you from going outside only if one of us are included to monitor you because I swear… once I found out that you have told someone about us…

I would extract every simple drop of blood cursing in your body while you’re still alive. I’ll make sure that you’ll be able to witness it knowing you’re going to end up in bottles. Then, I will ensure that your body will never be found and you vanish here in the world without any trace. After that, I’m going to enjoy drinking your blood a lot. And you can tell that I’m serious with all of these because my main priority is the girl’s safety. Even if you dare to hide yourself away from me, run as fast as you can, even bring yourself across the world, I won’t stop hunting you and I will be your worst nightmare who will make sure the only option to escape me  is to kill yourself.

Do you understand?”

I was too stunned to respond at her… very detailed and menacing threat against me once I fail her condition. Even Nayeon and Jeongyeon were gawking at their leader’s merciless nature. I just nodded as my answer to her.

“Good.”

“Anyways, just be careful of what you do, Jeonghoon okay?”

“Okay.”

“We’re done here. Go ahead, you can join the girls there and properly introduce yourselves to each other.” Jeongyeon commanded and Jihyo nodded, also giving me the access. Nayeon just watched me and smiled as I followed Jeongyeon’s permission.

Nayeon also joined me to go through the girls, which was unexpected. We sat at the couch together and I noticed that Chaeyoung and Momo immediately went to the other available chair, setting their distance away from me as they look at me with their irritated reactions.

I don’t want to let myself get dragged down easily like that. I had to fight for myself, even if it would take me to use my hands for self defense or use my mouth and mind in coming up ways to retort back. As Chaeyoung and Momo changed positions, I also rolled my eyes and furrowed my brows at the smallest one.

“Oh, Jeonghoon hello!” Dahyun said as they noticed us joining them. 

“Hi.”

“Hello!!! How’s your conversation with the unnies?” the adorable girl beside her talked to me too while grasping my leg.”

“It went well. I learned that you girls have petitioned to let me stay here for a moment and I just want to say, thank you so much for this noonas.” I expressed my gratitude to them. They all smiled at my humble words to the purple girl.

“We wanted to get to know you more, that’s why!” Dahyun exclaimed. “You didn’t do wrong and that made us to become interested more about what you really are as a human, Jeonghoon.”

“Does the world nowadays has many people who are as same as you, Jeonghoon?” Nayeon added. I turned my head to my side to acknowledge her and again I find it hard to stare or even act normally while she’s super close to me. I even flinched as I almost forgot that Nayeon even sat beside me on the couch.

 I see that they’re curious to find out if the world they believe to appear before is still the same as where we live nowadays.

“The w-world will forever be imperfect, Nayeon noona. There will always be good and evil and… I know that there’s still many good people all around us. It’s up to us on who are we going to cross along with.” My only comment to her. Thankfully, she was satisfied with what I said to her, humming as she processed everything I have mentioned.

I forcefully smiled at Nayeon before I returned to these three girls sitting on the floor in front of me. “I haven’t introduced myself properly, by the way so please let me be. My name is Jeonghoon.”

“I’m Kim Dahyun!” The girl with the very pale yet perfect and healthy looking skin tone said. We made a handshake together to accept our formalities.

“My name’s Minatozaki Sana! Very happy to meet you!” Sana leaned forward from her kneeling position while still hugging my leg like a koala on a tree. She presented to me her adorable cheeky smile that I really enjoyed looking a lot. 

My body just suddenly took control of its own when I obliviously petted her head in return in which she giggled. Oh my god, this woman’s cuteness would be the cause of my euphoria getting shot through my heart. Goodluck to me, I guess.

“Im Nayeon, sorry if I got a bit rude to you earlier. I was just scared that’s why, please consider that.” The girl with the bunny teeth said to shyly. I nervously smiled in return, as I began to picture her blood-stained mouth. 

“It’s f-fine, noona.”

“You all done already?” The last one who is still watching TV facing away from us asked. The silence that we made was taken as a cue for her to continue. “Chou Tzuyu.” she just blandly said.

“Hi, Tzuyu.” I just looked at her in return. “Hmm, yeah right. Hi.” I heard her hum and she just went on to focus on her TV. What i’ve noticed to this girl so far is that she’s cold, unproblematic, and unbothered with anything. But that doesn’t make her rude though, it felt like it’s all natural from her and that’s how her being silent may have came from. My peripheral vision caught Chaeyoung in the act glancing at me. As I was about to look at her, she avoided me and snuggled closer to the other girl whose name is Momo if I’m mistaken since she’s the only one I haven’t fully known her name yet from herself.

Momo might’ve heard what Chaeyoung seems to whisper at her. “Don’t expect that you’ll be hearing anything from us.” She said in a deadpan tone with that sassiness she covered on her visual.

“Oh those two on the other side is Son Chaeyoung and Hirai Momo.” Nayeon said as we just looked at the two who were busy checking out something on their phone. “You have seen how hard it is to interact with them but trust me, I’ve know these two for many years… they’re just as good as us, because me, Jeongyeon and Jihyo raised them like that.”

“Raised?” I asked while I fixated my eyes on the show being screened on TV to lower my tension around her.

“Mmmhmm. We’re the very first ones in the group. I’m THE oldest, 29. Next is Jeongyeon who is 28, second oldest, and Jihyo is just the same age as Sana here. They’re our middle line with 27.” 

“How old are you Dahyun-noona then?” I asked her.

“26. Me and Chaeyoung are the same. Tzuyu is our youngest here, she’s 25.” She said as she pointed at the tall girl beside her using her thumb.

“And Momo-noona?”

“She’s our third oldest with Nayeon and Jeongyeon unnie. She’s also 28.” 

“Wow. So all of you are really my noonas. You guys are way older than me.” I said in awe. 

“Why? How old are you then, Jeonghoon?”

“22.”

“Oh, so that makes you our little dongsaeng then?” Dahyun teased me by wiggling my waist in which I flinched and laughed a little because how ticklish I am in that spot.

“I guess so, noona.”

“Wasn’t surprised, you really did look younger and almost apart from us when I first saw you.” Nayeon said as she traced me up and down which had me froze awkwardly on my seat.

I know I’ve said that I still ain’t trusting these girls because of their hostile nature, but right now, the impression they’re giving me so far is having the effect of decreasing my doubts and anxieties about being around them.

Sure, I still get nervous as I still visualize them in their vampire form—especially Nayeon—while being in their circle, but their good personality is doing such a great job of hiding their true identity yet freely expressing how they really think and act that would be appopriate for them to get along with humans.

It wasn’t a problem at all if I should serve as their “training ground” for how they should be friends with a human, but I do hope that the world is smart and compassionate enough to accept the truth that vampires or maybe other creatures out there actually do live and breathe alive, sharing the world with us.

This is in order for them to explore different types of person and how are they going to deal with it without the use of their vampire image.

Anyways, I know how to monitor my actions and so as for them. I won’t let my guard down still. This means no pretend howsoever because I get it and I felt for them that prolly, they just needed people who can have them too by their side without possessing any sense of danger from them.

“Jeonghoon!” My mind was snapped back to the reality when I heard somebody calling my name. It was coming from Jeongyeon herself who is preparing something on the kitchen to cook.

“Y-yes, noona?”

“Let’s buy some supplies later tonight. Sana and Dahyun, you’ll coming with us too.”

“Yesss!” Both Sana and Dahyun loved that idea, gesturing a victorious fistbump to the air.

“Okay, noona.” I answered after. 

Later that night, we did ventured outside, and as I found out, we were indeed in a large apartment complex, and we’re at the very top of it, which is where the most expensive penthouse is. 

This must be newly built for some rich people, I thought.

I also just picked up the idea of us going out in the evening because Jeongyeon did mention that they can’t be exposed too much in the daylight. I had it when we boarded Jeongyeon’s van.

The drive was silent and kind of boring, as I nearly fell asleep in my seat. The van was enough to accommodate 10 people; that’s why we have that many spaces for each other. Jeongyeon was the driver, and I’m on the front with her while Sana and Dahyun are just watching the surroundings from the windows.

Until they decided to give our drive more life as they came up of a plan to exchange jokes at each other which resulted in combinations if laughters resonating the van. 

We finally arrived at our destination and right after we stepped out we heard an announcement that the mall is about to close in 1 hour. Jeongyeon screamed at us to hurry up and we all entered real quick.

We bought what Jeongyeon needed for their home supply through some quick grocery. While we are also checking out around the department store, I was surprised that we landed on the men’s section.

“Go ahead. Pick what you want.”

“P-pardon?”

“We’re running out of time. Choose what clothes you want to wear.”

“B-but noona I don’t have anything-”

“You don’t need to repay now already, Jeonghoon.” Sana calmed me down, holding my shoulders together.

“She’s right. Instead, I’ll let you save some money to pay me someday.”

“How?”

“Work in my restaurant.” Jeongyeon revealed. I didn’t know that she actually has a business of her own outside. “What? You have one?”

“Yup. My father used to run it but now he gave it to me.” She nodded. “Cmon, let’s talk about it more later! Grab two pairs or maybe a maximum of five will do.” “Yeah Jeonghoon, better listen now to unnie or else…” Sana slowly shifts her gaze at Dahyun who bounces her eyebrows and sniggered like a dork. “We will be ones to pick and dress you up with the style that we think that fits you-”

“O-okay, nope. I can do this myself, wait!” I had no choice but to follow Jeongyeon’s instructions. I began to go through some panic buying while Sana and Dahyun were cheering and laughing at me for that teasing they did at me. They witnessed me throwing all nice outfits I can pick through our shopping cart.

Jeongyeon did pay for it all, and I felt kind of embarrassed that she had to go into this much effort just so I could be more comfortable living with them in the dorm. 

After that, we went on to eat at a restaurant together and try a few rides outside the mall. It was filled with joy and satisfaction until my mind had me remember something I’m attempting to forget.

I started to recall my past relationships with my ex from them, and all of those were me inviting her to do things like this that she never accepted just once from all of those. As it concludes, it cuts back to Jeongyeon happily recording Sana and Dahyun riding the carousel together. 

I walked out from them to distance myself as emotions starts to get through me again. I didn’t want this but I couldn’t help it. The pain and loneliness that my ex has done to me was indeed a scar that cannot be healed easily in my heart for a short period of time. 

As I breathe out and sniffed off my tears, Jeongyeon appeared on my side as well as Dahyun and Sana on the other. They looked at me concerningly. “You just disappeared, we thought you left us.”

“S-sorry, I had to take on some space for a minute.”

“Is there a problem?” Sana asked.

“It’s nothing.”

“Jeonghoon, your eyes are as red as your raging frustration that is trying to hold back something you don’t want to burst out.” Dahyun observed. I just looked at her speechlessly, guilty that she was right about how I probably look right now.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Jeongyeon asked.

I nodded as I pressed my lower lip. “Yeah.”

“Who’s her?” Both Sana and Dahyun were confused. They don’t know yet about my history with my ex before.

“Girls I don’t think he can-”

“My ex-girlfriend. Her name’s Hyerin.” I revealed to them. Jeongyeon couldn’t believe that I did it, proving her wrong.

“I was just watching you three there when she just appeared in my head. All my memories of us and I’ve spotted one thing that I never been able to because of how blind I was on loving her so bad… is that we never did this kind of thing. You know, having fun while we spend time together outside. Stupid of me that I just keep on letting her because whatever she comes up for a reason but I never realized that, it hurts.

It hurts to see that… our relationship doesn’t really seem to be happy at all. I was the only one who is like trying to make it work even though it never will be for us, because I’m the only one who is loving here with sincerity. It was my fault that I wasn’t able to do these sort of things. I was just wasting my time with her all along.”

I couldn’t help but to cry out in despair for my failed relationship with such deceiving woman. Jeongyeon, Sana, and Dahyun all went to confort me and lock me up in a group hug.

“Thank you noonas, for making me realize that all I ever wanted is to be happy and not to be rejected from my comfort zone.”

“We’ll definitely do everything that your past couldn’t provide you to experience. You have us now.”  Jeongyeon said as she gently combed my hair and looked at me with her tender eyes.

My heart starts to increase the speed of its beat the more Jeongyeon noona keeps on doing it, as I just concentrated on her smile, bringing something unspeakably familiar that I’ve once had before. I diverted my gaze away from Sana and Dahyun, who were giving me a supportive smile, to distract myself.

We went home, and during the drive, I was just silent the entire time, still figuring out what I just had with noon. Maybe it was just brought about by a touching moment we shared between ourselves. It makes sense because I am the type of person who is sensitive and not really a tough soldier when it comes to affection.

They also let me decide where I should sleep, and I quickly made the option to just go to their couch since it was so comfy. I don’t even want to share rooms with them anyway since it's weird and would make them uncomfortable having a guy or lets say… a pure blooded human sleeping with them..

As I was about to lay down, Mina came downstairs to drink water and to inform me something.

“Jeonghoon, you’re coming with me at the orphanage tomorrow. Maybe 10 in the morning will do, okay?”

“Oh, s-sure.” Mina smiled. Before she went back upstairs, she added one last thing to say. “You look cute in that sweater.” She praised my look and giggled away. I just followed her figure as I find her compliment out of nowhere. It did took me aback felt fluttered knowing it was coming from Mina, the girl I owe a lot among them. I took note of her invitation then laid down and waited for the exhaustion to drift me off into slumber, ending my first day with them.

Meanwhile at the same time while JeongSaiDa and Jeonghoon were going shopping in a police station in Seoul, the two loan sharks who tried to kidnap the kids at the orphanage in exchange of the unpaid loan by the eldest of the kids were released from jail after they got bailed as what the police officer said.

They walked into the lobby, where they find some of their fellow men probably there to pick them up.

“Thanks for taking us out that dumpster pit, boys.” The guy #1 said after the handcuffs got removed from him.

“Oh, good than you both are out but don’t thank us, we were just tasked here to release you both.” the guy #4 answered, shaking his head.

“Huuuh?” He confusedly reacted just like those drunk delinquent men from anime.

“Wait, the boss bailed for us?” Guy #2 asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, so you better thank your asses instead to him for getting saved from rotting there just because you both need to serve some purpose for him. Warning though, one more failure and I think you guys are doomed.”

“It just happened that we got caught by some random homeless piece of shit.” The guy #1 said while cracking the bone in his neck. “We haven’t even collected the debt we were supposed to collect becaus of that prick. Tsh.” 

“That’s why both of yall has to do something for him to fix your mistakes.”

They all entered their car and the driver activated the engine to start operating the wheels.

“What is it?”

“Boss wants you both to lead him to the orphanage that you two idiots got arrested. He said he’ll visit there and do it by himself tomorrow.” The associate passed the message to them, making the two who just got freed had no other choice but to comply.

[sad-girl-hours23]

I do hope they don’t “resolve” Buck’s heartbreak in just an episode, but even more so no matter if the breakup is permanent or not, I hope they have Buck come to understand and reckon with his putting Tommy on a pedestal.

I would not have thought it to be an issue given the scenes we got in 8x05, especially the ones with Eddie where Buck was in full pouty boy mode because his boyfriend wasn’t on board with believing in the curse. They just seemed so settled and comfortable, not at all like Buck was still starry-eyed and trying to impress the confident & interesting pilot who has a cleft…

Which is why one on the reasons the anniversary date scene was so jarring because even though there was flirty banter, there was an awkwardness there that is a total contradiction of the previous episode. Why was Buck that flustered over the woman at the restaurant? This is not the same man that suddenly had a rule about not dating people he meets on calls because he was already down bad for a man he just met (sn; I will never forgive them for not having the Harbor tour scene first because of that line!! Whatever, it’s canon to me). I don’t know if he genuinely found her attractive…

but it felt very weirdly reminiscent of the Buck who seems to be so afraid of being perceived as “bad” that he invents these updated versions of himself(and good god i have not missed those cringy buck 2.0, etc moments please don’t let them return 😅🫣) and is dismissive of what’s actually being communicated to him (i’m having flashbacks to the cringey post hookup scene with Taylor when he talks about not wanting to disrespect her; like her consent could not have been more enthusiastic please chill)

Obviously Josh’s speech affected Buck, but I think it struck unintended chords, it spurred him into action instead of reflection; it’s like he experienced this moment of disillusionment when he learned about Tommy’s connection to Abby, but then was able to pivot right back around as if it gave him permission to keep feeling how he was, which obviously was admiration (does he love Tommy?) and it should’ve been the perfect opportunity for Buck to ask Tommy about his scars.

I think Buck was definitely caught off guard at Tommy’s ex-fiancee being Abby and that Tommy hurt someone he cared for, but even more distraught at these sudden “negative” feelings he’s feeling towards Tommy and I do think that Buck needed a different perspective on why Tommy did what he did (and this could have served as Buck being understanding but bringing Tommy down from his pedestal and rightfully so) but I think it gave Buck an out so he could go right back to his safe feelings for Tommy, he even dismissed (or ignored rather) Maddie’s assumption that he was worried Tommy would hurt him. I don’t think that was on his mind at all. I think he was uncomfortable with his disillusionment and just wanted that discomfort gone. And, kind of the same point but maybe a different angle, I think he also probably felt a bit spurred on to completely bypass any meaningful conversation he and Tommy could have had about Tommy’s relationship with Abby (let alone any others) in order to avoid feeling any judgment or criticism towards somebody (whom he cares for) that did have to hide who he was, which Buck can’t relate to.

All this to say, I don’t think Buck is very skilled at finding a middle ground. He does have the biggest heart, but I think he has such a black and white view of people and the world, or at least he can’t seem to hold two opposing beliefs/feelings at the same time and in his impulsiveness he jumps from one extreme to another and I think we’ve witnessed that whiplash on Tommy’s face more than once (thank you, Lou).

To me, Buck is the poster child for conflict avoidance in his intimate relationships (all, not just romantic). He will fight for/defend the people (and job) he loves, he just doesn’t know to fight with them.

[mastersoftheair]

So just to clear the air (and I guess my massive confusion) Harry never slept with Sandra, correct? I gotta say I need to read his memoir at this point as he is so intriguing to me, as well as masters of the air book, but like you said it’s a “blink and miss it” thing. I didn’t interpret it as anything more than having a few friendly conversations. It was more about emotional infidelity to me than physical, but given the circumstances and that exact heartbreaking point in time for Harry I can’t find it in me to blame either of them.

for me, ig i'm coming at my position from a place of bias. i'd read crosby's "a wing and a prayer" sometime in either 2021 or 2022 (those years blend together tbh), so i've had a lot of time to think about those 2 and their relationship and i lean towards "yeah, it likely happened" (this is a long response btw bc i'm quoting from the memoir):

crosby introduces his new friend, alexandra "landra" wingate (aka sandra westgate), in the chapter "learning about americans from the british" (this chapter was basically what we see in episode 6). moving on from this tho–

in the chapter "with landra in london", he expands on their growing relationship and the reader learns more about landra (she is genuinely Such an interesting person, and probably a spy). crosby writes about her with such admiration, regularly bringing up how smart she is. also, she's a captain!

this chapter's pretty important in how i formed my opinion on the matter. i understand the argument that the closeness of their relationship was intentionally left vague, but this chapter reads in a way that makes it feel Heavily implied despite not saying a lot (especially alongside crosby's emphasis on his wife jean being "four thousand miles away", as well as his own loneliness and despair wrt to all the missing and dead). there are some standout lines here:

-"I had Jean at home and Landra in England." (not a red flag, but it's a flag) -"I started seeing Landra every time I could." (cool) -"All I knew was that [Landra] was making my life much more endurable." (also cool) -"I did not tell Jean about Landra." (the last sentence of the chapter. it gave me pause and almost instantly reshaped the way i viewed that whole chapter)

the next chapter, "r&r with jean", crosby recalls how much the war took a toll on both him and his relationships. for a time, jean wrote more letters to croby than the other way around ("I began to skip writing to her."). i assume crosby must've been radiating Exceptionally negative energy bc he gets told this: "Croz, we can't stand to have you around. We want you back, but we want you to go home for a while." (i found the phrasing here really funny tbh. your vibes Suck! just Get Out of here!!)

so, crosby contemplates seeing jean again, wondering how both of them may have changed. he also brings up landra, for Some Reason: "What would I think of her? Protected in the States as she was, how would she compare to Landra? Now that I had grown so much, had such experiences, how would Jean and I fit together?"

the rest of the chapter Is about meeting and catching up with jean, however, and you can tell that he loves her a Ton. it's very sweetly written (he also basically ends the chapter saying "btw, we conceived our first child ;) ")

the final chapter about landra is "london junket" which begins with "When I returned from the United States and my idyll with Jean, I knew I had to do something about Landra." i think that sentence alone is pretty damning. if landra was just a friend, why would you be anxious about calling a friendship off? is it a guilt thing?

the context here is that crosby feels Far less lonely and depressed. he's met up with jean, life in london is finally "a delight". i found that important bc it gives me the impression that crosby desperately wanted companionship (possibly of two kinds), and he found that in landra– a friend and a maybe a [REDACTED]. now that he's having a great time with his friends in the 100th And he's met up with his wife, that itch's been scratched (that's just my opinion tho). bc of that, he decides to say goodbye to landra. they have this exchange:

"When a month passed after you were to return, and you did not phone me," she said, "I suspected that it was over. You found things good with Jean?" I told her about R&R in the U.S. I told her more about Jean. I told her about Stephen Patrick, Jeffrey Allen, or Evalyn. "When I realized you were gone," she said, "I no longer said no to a nice American at my office. I have been with him several times. I like him." (interesting) "I’m glad." (also interesting) "He is not married, He is not so dashing as you, but we have good times together." Me "dashing"? That was not my self-image. So much for Landra."

all put together (and with over 2 years to think about it), i Really kinda saw That Scene coming. but, like i said, i had that bias. and since i'd had a good amount of time to think about them, i came out the other end still excited to see them on screen. i found (and still find) landra a fascinating woman who must've had an exciting life (crosby's okay too ig lol). i also see them as a couple of imperfect, even selfish, 20somethings (speaking as an imperfect and selfish 20something). not to be corny, but "it takes 2 to tango". landra is Very intelligent, and crosby recounts how that aspect of hers left him in awe. she'd've 100% known the guy was married. and if signs point to her having had sex with the man, then she either made peace with it or simply didn't care (a lot of women are like that). plus, they're real people and real people contain multitudes idk. maybe some wife somewhere across the atlantic is hard to care about if you've never met her and never will. maybe it's hard to consider your wife's feelings in the midst of your own misery. a female character doesn't have to be wholesome and pure to be considered well-written. that certainly doesn't apply to most male characters. like you said, no one is perfect!

maybe, crosby left it vague out of respect to his wife. maybe it's vague bc nothing happened anyway (funny way to write it tho). maybe the wingate family wanted to avoid association with MotA bc it Literally didn't happen. or maybe they know it happened, but want to keep her name clean out of respect (who wants one brief relationship that happened 80 yrs ago to define you/your loved one decades later? that's 100% understandable). whichever the case, even crosby's kids are in a 50/50 split. i still lean towards "it happened", but it doesn't make me dislike either of them. they're flawed and i can respect that more than the show portraying either as picture perfect.

NONE of this is to say that i'm cool with cheating (or giving a "world war cheating pass", so to speak). while i find it realistic, it still wouldn't have been fair to jean, whether she knew about it or not (being a woman in the 1940s wasn't easy by any stretch). this Also isn't to dismiss anyone else's opinion on the matter, bc cheating on your partner is still a shitty thing to do. this whole spiel of mine is bc i like to share my opinions and i'm allergic to being concise. i write like i talk and on all levels except physical, anon, i'm giving you a long-winded rant over coffee and croissants lol

thanks for the ask!

[beestriker015]

Yandere Ryukyu x younger male pro hero s/o

Despite being only 21 years old, s/o has already caught the attention of a few of his fellow pro heroes, one of which being the number 10 hero herself.

Ryuku first saw s/o on television when he made his debut and was quite impressed with his abilities as well as his relatively shy and kind demeanor.

However, Ryukyu also felt something peculiar when she saw s/o on the screen, something that worked up her dragon side.

“W-what is this I’m feeling? My heart is beating so fast. This new hero…why do I feel so drawn to him?”

As time passed, Ryukyu became obsessed with s/o and kept a close tab on him until one day when she couldn’t take it anymore and finally decided to meet the object of her obsession in person.

“Hello s/o, my name is Ryuko Tatsuma, but I prefer to go by my hero name Ryukyu. I’ve heard much about you, and it’s a pleasure for us to finally meet.”

“Likewise. It’s a huge honor to meet an amazing hero like you!”

S/o says with a smile that almost causes Ryukyu to lose her calm composure.

“T-thank you s/o, that’s very kind of you to say. Since you’re still relatively new to being a pro hero, may I offer you some help and advice on things you need to know?”

“Really? I’d greatly appreciate that Ryukyu! Thank you so much!”

“No problem, we can talk more over lunch at a cafe nearby. Don’t worry about paying though, it’s my treat.”

Since that day, s/o and Ryukyu have grown close to each other, leading to s/o developing romantic feelings for the 26 year old dragon hero.

When s/o eventually confesses his feelings for her, Ryukyu smiled widely and happily told him she felt the same way before pulling him close and roughly kisses him on the neck, leaving behind a very noticeable red mark.

“There. I apologize if I was too rough darling, but I had to mark you. Now everyone will know that you are mine, and no one will take you from me.”

She says with a smile and a glint in her eyes that makes s/o slightly unnerved for a brief moment.

Despite being a yandere, Ryukyu is still a genuinely good person and would never hurt anyone without a reason to.

As a girlfriend, Ryukyu is extremely affectionate with s/o when they’re alone, but won’t do much more than brief kisses and holding hands when in public or during hero work due to her professionalism.

Ryukyu is extremely possessive over s/o because of her dragon side, and will glare at anyone who flirts with her boyfriend as she holds onto him protectively while letting out a low growl, which s/o admittedly finds kind of adorable.

S/o and Ryukyu try to spend as much time together as they can despite their busy schedules as pro heroes.

Almost everyday, s/o takes time out of his day to visit Ryukyu’s agency to drop off a bagged lunch he made for her and to give her a quick kiss before she goes out on patrol, which Nejire and Ryukyu’s first year interns find really really sweet.

Speaking of Nejire, she is a huge supporter of Ryukyu and s/o’s relationship and to quote her when she met s/o for the first time “totally ships them”, which caused s/o to blush a little and chuckle as Ryukyu looked at the two in confusion due to having no idea what shipping is.

Knowing how insecure his girlfriend can be, s/o will passive aggressively defend Ryukyu if anyone were to say anything negative about her quirk or appearance.

“My Ryukyu is the most beautiful woman in the world, and her quirk has saved so many lives! You clearly don’t know what you’re talking about. So either apologize to her now, or keep your ignorant comments to yourself!”

Hearing him defend her only makes Ryukyu fall in love with s/o even more.

When they get back to their shared apartment (because Ryukyu insisted on s/o moving in with her shortly after getting together), Ryukyu hugs her boyfriend and gives him a thankful smile.

“Thank you darling, I appreciate you coming to my defense, please know that I love you dearly.”

Despite her protective and possessive tendencies, Ryukyu would never kill anyone, as that goes against her beliefs and status as a hero.

That used to be the case, until one day during an intense operation to take down a large villain group, s/o was brought to the brink of death by the leader of the villains.

“You and the other heroes were fools to come onto our turf and interfere with my plans boy! I’m going to enjoy killing you in the most excruciating way possible. It’s game over for you hero!”

Upon seeing her s/o at the mercy of the villain leader, Ryukyu’s eyes glaze over in pure draconic rage as she transforms into her dragon form and rushes at the villain as she begins mercilessly tearing him apart, much to the shock and horror of any onlookers.

With the villain leader dead, his subordinates are quickly apprehended by the other heroes and sent to Tartarus, with s/o taken to a nearby hospital for his injuries.

No one dared speak to s/o of what happened to the villain leader when he came to after falling unconscious during his transport to the hospital, both out of fear of angering Ryukyu and a little understanding of the lengths dragons will go to protect their mates.

When he wakes up, s/o is warmly embraced by his teary eyed girlfriend, unaware of the grisly murder she committed.

“I missed you so much darling! Are you in pain at all?”

“I’m ok now Ryuko, just a little sore. Hey babe, what happened during the mission? I don’t remember anything after almost getting killed by the leader.”

“…that villainous scum has been taken care of.”

“What do you mean ‘taken care of’?”

“D-don’t worry about that darling, he and the other criminals working for him were all taken to Tartarus and imprisoned.”

She lied to him as she continues to hug her boyfriend with a dark smirk on her face.

“He will never hurt you again darling, as he is now burning in hell where he belongs for hurting you. I promise that I’ll protect you no matter what, and whoever dares lay a finger on you won’t live long enough to regret it!”

Ryukyu thinks to herself before breaking from their embrace and kisses s/o on the lips with a loving smile on her face.

“I love you so much s/o.”

“I love you too, my beautiful dragon.”

He says while returning her smile as they proceed to share another kiss.

Meanwhile in the criminal underworld, word spreads around about the villain leader’s gruesome death thanks to one of his henchmen managing to escape from the heroes, leading to many growing an intense fear of the tenth ranked hero.

And if any of them intend on doing anything to Ryukyu’s darling…

They should be afraid…

[turtleations]

Interview with Hoshino Kyoko (Writer)

Published in the hide BIBLE (by Akemi Oshima) 2008

Q1: When did you meet hide for the first time?

A: I remember the first time we met was for an interview about the single “Misery” and the start-up of LEMONed and such. In a small room at the office, the interview proceeded with a rather plain and sober feel to it. I suppose I was nervous because this was our first meeting, and he, too was trying to figure things out with a first-time interviewer.

Q2: Please tell us what kind of impression you had at the time.

A: To put it simply, “small and quiet”. This being our first meeting with me never having even seen an X JAPAN live, let alone a solo one, my honest opinion was that compared to the impression from video and TV and all, “Meeting him for real, he’s an unexpectedly compact person”. There was a connection between that initial impression of “small and quiet” and him wearing a knitted hat while sitting hunched over in a small seat. I remember the two of us smoking so much during the interview that the butts piled up in the ashtray.

Q3: Please tell us of an episode with hide that left an impression on you.

A: There is no episode between hide and me particularly worth telling, but he did leave the impression of getting injured a lot. We had interviews where he was wearing bandages or where he called in from his home because it was difficult for him to get to the location. Each time the reason for the injuries, as I happened to hear, was that he got too excited during shooting something, and that was so unexpectedly childish that I couldn’t help but laugh.

Q4: What kind of person was hide to you?

A: He was an artist who performed such furious lives and whose compositions felt like there was poison in them, but when we actually talked, it was completely soothing. It was a time when I was suffering from hyperventilation syndrome from the pressure at work. But working with hide-san, I felt like I had been saved. I would feel negativity show its face from somewhere in my heart, saying, “So, another interview?”, but once I laid my eyes on hide-san, sitting cross-legged on a couch in that room, looking “small and quiet”, I just felt all the tension leave me and it got easier. Occasionally, he started talking rapidly about subjects that strayed from the interview contents that I had thought of for that day and got me to enjoy the conversation by getting rid of needless scripts. He was someone who shouldn’t have done anything out of consideration for me, but taught me something by being so effortlessly human.

Q5: If you ever saw him live, please tell us of your impression.

A: It was honestly just so cool. No matter the size of the venue I saw him in, I never felt the distance to the stage.

Q6: Out of hide’s songs, which is your favorite and why?

A: The “Pink Spider” single: thick rock, while incorporating a bit of a chuckle, in the style of a heartbreaking fable. A wonderland full of the charm that the artist hide possessed, don’t you think?