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belit0 · 1 year ago

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Can I request some MadaIzu knife play? Izuna being really into weapons and blades and he loves to hone/sharpen them… then test them on his aniki? 💙

My dearest blue-hearted anon, i love u

Sitting on the bed, Madara closes his eyes and waits, listens. "You must stay still, Aniki. We don't want you to hurt yourself." Izuna whispers in his ear as the cold metal of a kunai runs across his chest, starting from his collarbone and working its way down to his navel. He can see the goosebumps rise on his skin at the gentle touch of such a dangerous weapon, and he makes an enormous effort not to flinch under that delicate drag.

To have a ninja of Madara's caliber, one of the most powerful men in the whole fucking world surrendered under his desires, is a sensation beyond compare. Nothing can match the pleasure of seeing his brother devoted to his needs, willing to try new things just for him, full confidence in every scenario.

Izuna kisses him just below the ear, hugging him from behind and closing his other hand over his neck, no pressure but as a constant reminder of his presence. Madara exhales calmly as the kunai returns upward, the soft whiteness of his skin marked by a red trail of irritation where the weapon exerted light contact, ever so sensitive and delicate behind closed doors.

If he wanted to explain the privilege he has for being able to see his Aniki like this, if Izuna wanted to put into words how incredible it is to be the only person who can witness Madara in peace, relaxed, he wouldn't know where to start. The Uchiha leader, that man who must always show himself imposing and hostile, ready for battle at any occasion, unreachable for literally no one, unarmed and free in a real way on his hands, his brother, his Aniki.

Izuna feels his chest explode as he sets his weapon down on the table and busies himself tying his older brother's hair into a high ponytail, moving it out of the way and leaving the entirety of his most vulnerable areas exposed.

Madara doesn't flinch or ask what his next weapon is, patient and letting his younger brother play out his scene as he chooses. When Izuna guides him to lie down on the bed and hovers over his wrists to imprison them in two bindings, he doesn't bat an eye either. "Do you trust me? Anki?"

"I'm offended that you would even ask such a thing."

A soft kiss on the lips is what he gets in response, as Izuna secures the bindings to each bedpost, robbing him of his hands and any ability to defend, protect himself. It's not like he's going to need it, but it's certainly a situation that makes any experienced ninja uncomfortable.

Not the case with the two of them.

Izuna sits on his Aniki's hips with a knife in hand, one of those small weapons one would use on undercover missions, easy to clamouflage and simple to hide. They both stare into each other's eyes for a long second, and Madara feels the first hints of an erection as his younger brother activates his Sharingan.

"Aniki, Aniki... just look at you..." The cold metal rests against his right ribs, as it slowly rises after making a stop over his heart. Izuna rests the tip of the blade on the most vulnerable area of every human being, threatening that organ full of life beneath his weapon. He smiles at his brother with a lust-filled smirk, and when Madara returns the same sentiment with his eyes, he continues his tour.

"What would people think... the great Uchiha Madara giving himself away like this..." He asks the air and without directing his words at him, blade settling just above his brother's throat, dangerous edge in contact with his skin. "It would just take a slight flick of my wrist... and that would be it, you know?"

"I know." Answers his Aniki, without an ounce of concern yet with eyes heavy with need. If there wasn't a weapon in such a sensitive area of his body he would move his hips upward, leave Izuna fully aware of what he causes.

"Doesn't it scare you? What makes you so sure I wouldn't?" Izuna counters, as he hovers over his older brother and holds his jaw with his free hand, knife fixed in place. He stares into his eyes, and Madara can see his own reflection in the depths of those red orbs.

"Because it's you, Izuna."

It is that trust, the way his brother knows that there is no safer place in the world than here with him, in Izuna's arms, the only person who knows him through and through and would never hurt him. They both know that they are each other's other half, and the fact that he is giving himself to the edge of his weapon without a bit of fear of death explains all the things nobody understands. Nobody but them.

The younger Uchiha moves the weapon from the middle and sets it down to the side of his brother's body while kissing him passionately, both mouths full of longing and feelings too complex to explain aloud. When Madara tries to slip his tongue into the game Izuna remembers there's things he still wants to do, and sits back up straight on his waist, leaving his brother with a taste of teasing on his lips. "Come back here."

"Not yet, Aniki." He takes possession of his discreet knife again, but this time he takes things a step further. Placing the metal across Madara's chest, he traces an extended path to one of his arms, where he exerts a small cut.

Nothing of that size presents discomfort to men hardened by war and constant pain, but it's the sight of his brother's blood gushing from where his weapon jabbed him that sends a prominent tingle up Izuna's cock, a moan almost escaping from between his lips.

"Fuck..." Izuna hovers over the injured area and licks that red nectar, eyes locked on Madara's and making sure he sees every flick of his tongue. His lips tint the same color as his eyes, and when there is no more gushing from there, he looks to his brother for unspoken approval to get more.

By the time Aniki activates his own Sharingan, Izuna knows the party is just getting started. He makes sure to exert a second cut on another imperceptible area, easy to camouflage from prying eyes, choosing his abs.

The metal exerts pressure on the spot, and when it tears the skin enough for the blood to flow out, Izuna lounges over the wound like a hungry dog. He keeps his eyes on his older brother, listening to him groan and bringing his other free hand to the prominent bulge between Madara's legs.

His Aniki's wrists tighten against his restraints, an automatic reflex he always has when Izuna has his mouth near his nether region, but he growls with irritation when he can't touch him. Could he break the soft ropes that bind him? Yes, of course, but that would mean ruining his younger brother's fantasy and that's not something he ever wants to do.

"Izuna... let me- Fuck!"

The words are stuck on his tongue as the younger Uchiha reveals his erection without warning, devouring it in a single mouth movement over his pelvis. Madara has a prominent size, not easy to work it without getting ready, but at this point, Izuna can no longer think.

He moves up and down on his brother's hips with lips working relentlessly, both hands on Madara's pelvis and pushing him down, preventing him from moving. He wants total control over the situation, to be the one steering and handling the ship.

Izuna swallows him whole a second time, and stays with his nose pressed against his big brother's pubis for a few seconds until gagging becomes unavoidable. He's about to let go of his cockhead when one of the bedposts shudders, and a hand closes over his hair to push him under again.

Fuck not breaking the fantasy.

Izuna feels his cock pulsing inside his own pants as Madara fucks his face, mouth used for masturbation purposes and a tongue screaming for respite. His Aniki doesn't let him breathe until a good few seconds later, when he forces his head up and slaps his face with his cock, smearing it across his lips and leaving everything wet with his own saliva.

Madara's second hand breaks free from the restraint and both of them close over Izuna's shoulders, quickly flipping them over on the bed with him on top. His younger brother, lying on his back, watches as Aniki undoes his pants and drags him to the edge of the mattress, letting Izuna's head hang in the air and giving him a wonderful angle to fuck his mouth.

"Open up, Otouto."

His head spins from the sudden lack of oxygen and he has no objection as Madara thrusts between his lips again, slamming his cock against his uvula over and over again because of the position.

He resists each gag because he knows Aniki likes it that way, hard and violent, and closes his eyes to keep his spit from getting into them. His older brother allows him to breathe every few seconds, and each time he comes out from between his lips, he crouches down to the level of his face to spit into his mouth, marking his territory as if he hasn't already done it a million times.

There's no warning each time he re-enters, the head of his cock slapping against his lips as he tries to swallow what his brother is leaving behind and force his way in, tongue exhausted but ceaselessly toiling to make his Aniki finish.

Indications of his big brother's peak being near are visible when his legs tighten, stiff muscles anticipating the arrival of unparalleled pleasure, filling Izuna's mouth with a white work of art, finishing deep in his throat so that he doesn't fail to swallow every last drop.

Aniki moans as his lips milk everything he has to give, and when he's done, he helps his younger brother lie down properly, all the blood that pooled in his head flowing back to other parts of his body.

Madara, ever delicate, brings a damp cloth with which to clean up the mess left on Izuna's face, removing at least the superficial fluids and deciding that the rest should be treated with a hot bath. Perhaps then, he can take care of Izuna's pleasure.

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voiddemon · 2 years ago

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I don't mean to sound rude, I love your skirfluff content, but why does kirby seem so jealous of their relationship? wouldn't he be, at the bare minimum, a little supportive?

TUMBLR.COM DELETED THE ENTIRE RESPONSE I WROTE ON DA WAY HOMEEE okay here we go again. This one's much shorter and not super in depth. btw ur not being rude by asking i loveee to talk about my headcanons.

Kirby isn’t jealous of their relationship, kind of! It’s a whole complicated mess. To clarify before I begin I am an Aro-Kirby truther and many of my headcanons have been robbed from the Kirby guy(Kaissauce) who u can find easily 99% of the skirfluff posting were my post and his.

TLDR: Kirby is upset at being 'replaced', doesn't understand why Shadow Kirby 'deserves' Prince Fluff, and Shadow Kirby is still being an asshole to him.

I won’t go into all of it but Kirby, before they start dating, sees Skirby as a lot of things. An insociable, rude, blunt, ungrateful, hateful, self-loathing clone of himself. Big emphasis on CLONE OF HIMSELF. He thinks he has it easy since nothing is actively threatening the mirror world, and the only thing he really has (from his view) to be sad about is DMK dying. But he was super evil anyway so yeah. Skirby also hates him in turn, and they kick each other’s shit in every other month or so.

Prince Fluff is, however a dear friend of his. Not his closest but he's definitely important to him, especially since Prince Fluff is also kind of a lonely guy with not a lot of friends like Shadow Kirby.

So when they're friends at first he's kind of happy for them, until they start getting actually close. Seee here's the thing. While Kirby can handle not being someone's top priority, or that someone wouldn't go to him for certain things, he can't handle that happening with Shadow Kirby. It makes him absolutely confused and angry, since what does Skirby have that he doesn't? In his mind he's automatically a better friend than Skirby, especially for Prince Fluff, since they have a lot more in common.

Also having to essentially share Prince Fluff's time when he tries to get them to get along is agony, since when he and Skirby inevitably argue/fight and Prince Fluff often takes Skirby's side. Before they start dating the fact that it's Prince Fluff is barely a factor, it's just Shadow Kirby having a similar role in one of his friend's lives.

HOWEVER once they start dating everything gets wayyyy worse. It comes with a lot of fun confusing questions and new wounds. Here's a list:

Why can Skirby feel romantic feelings when he, the original and REAL Kirby, can't. (Is he faking it for since he doesn't want to hurt Prince Fluff, or (he doesn't really think this, but it crosses his mind) is he just playing Prince Fluff for the benefits? Is something wrong with Kirby for not feeling romantic feelings?)

What does Skirby have that makes him more worthy of Prince Fluff's time than Kirby's? Why does Shadow Kirby get to be a bigger priority in Prince Fluff's life? (He's also taking away Kirby's time with him, since Fluff is naturally going to spend more time with his boyfriend than his friend)

Shadow Kirby and Prince Fluff dating makes them a team, often poised against him as they don't take kindly to people trying to get between them or split them up.

Skirby basically stumbled into dating a very nice Prince who could do a lot better without going through any trials or tribulations. While Prince Fluff has to put up with so much for little return.

Skirby is actively rubbing salt in his eyes by shoving their relationship in Kirby's face.

Also edited to add he, in a way, feels entitled to Prince Fluff since he's more real in a sense than Shadow Kirby. Also they've known each other for longer, and Skirby didn't safe Fluff's life. This isn't something Kirby has fully realized himself, since if he did even he'd realize that's fucked.

Shadow Kirby is replacing him. While he and Prince Fluff weren't romantically involved, he was one of the most important friends in Fluff's life. Kirby isn't used to being replaced by anyone, let alone Shadow Kirby.

SO essentially their relationship causes a lot of problems for him. And every time he sees them happy together it reminds him of those stinging, open sores. Even though he probably is happy that Prince Fluff is happy, it makes him envious.

Also a tiny tiny part of it is, for Prince Fluff's sake, Shadow Kirby starts acting like the bigger person. Which is usually Kirby's thing when they have disputes. He also generally starts developing a healthier view on their relationship as being a clone/not clone, while Kirby is stuck in the past thinking of Shadow Kirby the same way because it's easier to him.

Them being homogay directly challenges his views on the mirror world, his friendship with Prince Fluff, and his own identity. So yeah while he's probably a little supportive sometimes and can look past his issues with Shadow Kirby to be happy for Fluff, those times are the exception and not the rule.

He gets better with time but it takes. YEARS of avoiding the problem and making things worse by arguing with and killing Shadow Kirby (i just ended a 2 year relationship don't worry it wasn't mine).

so yeah kirby suffering on patchland and in the mirror world until he. gets over himself??? idk best way i can put it

#long post #skirfluff

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 9 months ago

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unfortunately you have already seen everything i recommended... </3 we have a veteran suguru fan here... 😞😞

i actually did fall down the stairs the other day... thank you for your well wishes i will do my best to abstain from such activities in the future,

i have another question (and no rush!) how do u think he'd dress? i can imagine a few of his formal fits. i can't see him wearing anything too intricate, of course a lot of sweatpants and baggy clothes (from what little we've seen of him in hidden inventory... we were robbed.) and warm tones!? i'd love to see your vision

i'd like to think he's at least a little stylish! (fashion girlie moment GGGMGMFHG) 🌖

🌖 anon…… pls be careful my beloved 😭 no more falling down stairs and breaking spines ok!!!

BUT . this question. yes. i loveee imagining sugu in different outfits….. i definitely think he’s fashionable!!! he’s the kind of guy who looks stylist without really even trying because he’s just. perfect. and he has this Vibe that no one can resist. he could throw on some baggy pants and a loose t-shirt and would have everyone falling head over heels…. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 he looks good in everything!!

sadly i am Not fashionable at all so 😭 i can only give you my general thoughts on how i think he dresses :’3 but umm!! i can see him rocking a leather jacket. occasionally. though i feel like he prioritizes comfort above all else… so the leather jackets usually stay in his closet until he wants to come off as cool and stylish LMAO.

overall i see him wearing lots of cozy sweaters :3 esp turtlenecks!!! and lots of white t-shirts too…. the baggy pants are a must but if he’s going for the leather jacket look he wears ripped jeans. also….. puffy jackets. or maybe a nice brown coat? idk i feel like suguru as a character has so many contrasts and that probably carries over to his fashion sense!! :0 depending on the day you’ll see him in a cozy sweater and baggy pants, or a long coat and a pair of glasses, or a leather jacket and a bunch of silver rings on each of his knuckles…. etcetc. at home he definitely goes for comfort and nothing else though!!!

#i hope that’s an acceptable answer hehe #i love himmmm #also you’re so funny 🌖 anon ”suguru veteran” 😭😭 pdhkdjd THANK YOU…#ilyily <333 thank you for the lovely sugu question!! i hope you havent been in any more accidents </3 #ask tag ✩#🌖 anon !! ✩

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sophieinwonderland · 5 months ago

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Hi @reddiscourse. I see you're back! Long time no see!

Anyway, first point, Blue Beetle is canonically plural.

That is to say they are, canonically, two self-conscious agents sharing a body. The technological origin is beside the point, just as Venom's biological origin is. Plural is plural.

Also, BB is good, but I don't want to put it on a sliding scale and just say it's great because the other DC movies tend to be so much worse.

A SENTIENT artificial intelligence. It's explicitly stated in the movie that Khaji-Da is sentient. (I believe the line is when they're in Ted's lab.)

If you're unclear about the line about asking it to change, I meant to activate the suit power and transform him into Blue Beetle.

The fact that Jaime doesn't try communicating is the problem.

There could have been a fantastic scene here where Jaime explains why he wants to save his family, and shows Khaji what they mean to him. This would play in excellent with the themes of the film, and show off more of the dynamic of both halves of the Blue Beetle.

And then this scene could have gone in one of two ways. One is that Khaji agrees to help, and this shows Kahji's growth. The other is that Khaji refuses, Jaime pleads with Khaji, Khaji doubles down, and the movie plays out similarly with Jaime making the leap. This ends showing Khaji having more to learn about the meaning of family. Both would have been pretty good ways to go.

Just jumping off the roof was, frankly, lazy writing that robbed Khaji of agency.

Again, it's a SENTIENT AI.

Khaji is more like Marvel's Vision or Ultron, a person who can learn and grow, than a static AI like JARVIS or FRIDAY.

We see this in the movie with it learning the value of life and no longer wanting to kill at the end.

Exploring what emotions Khaji feels, if any, is pretty valid.

I mean, if the parasitic entity is a completely sentient being that links to the mind of the host... yeah, that is a form of plurality. At least, in the way that it meets my definition I posted at the beginning.

A shame I'll probably be dead before I get to see the real life future debates about whether cyborgs with sentient AIs in neural implants should be allowed in the plural community. But the fact is that it's plural by definition.

If the word plural is too uncomfortable for you though, let's break down what my issue is here.

The Jaime Reyes Blue Beetle isn't one character. They're two characters sharing a body.

But the writers weren't interested in writing one of those characters. Khaji should have been treated as a co-lead. Like a murderous Baymax to Jaime's Hiro. But they didn't care about Khaji, and it felt like they wrote Khaji's part in as an afterthought, only doing the bare minimum.

Common ground!

Last I heard, there's a Blue Beetle animated series in development. Hopefully it gets the green light!

You guys are coming off as really obtuse... Is The Blue Beetle multiple sentient agents sharing a body?

Yes or no?

If yes, they're plural! End of discussion!

But they're plural though... 🤷‍♀️

See! u/0MeikoMeiko0 gets it!

Glad to have your support u/0MeikoMeiko0!

Grace...

I swear to the gods...

Genuinely? If I could introduce plurality to even one or two people who might need to see it using this article, I consider that a win.

But... can you actually take a step back and question what you're actually saying here? "The ramblings of someone who needs to be institutionalized?"

Why? Because you think I'm going to physically hurt myself or others? Is that the impression you get from this post?

Or is it that it's strange. That you don't understand it? I need my rights stripped away and confined to an institution because me discussing the Blue Beetle's plurality make you uncomfortable.

Fundamentally, this is the most egregious and disgusting sort of ableism out there. Cheering for people to have their civil rights stripped away from them by force so you can feel better.

Shame on you, u/pdzxhybun. And everyone in your hatesub who upvoted this piece of trash.

The Plurality of... Blue Beetle! (Movie)

Plurality: A state of multiple self-conscious agents, or "headmates," sharing a single body.

Oh, this one is going to be a little rough!

If you know the Blue Beetle, it shouldn't be surprising that they're a plural character. We've never read Blue Beetle comics, but my host was pretty familiar with Blue Beetle from Young Justice, where Jaime had a pretty big role in season 2.

I went into Blue Beetle with high hopes and, if I'm honest, ended up a little disappointed.

But before we can get into why I felt that way, let's first talk about their plurality!

Spoilers for the Blue Beetle movie ahead:

Jaime Reyes and Khaji-Da as plural characters

In the movie, Khaji-Da, often referred to as just "The Scarab," is a world-destroying weapon that found its way to Earth.

It bonds with Jaime Reyes when he touches it, fusing to his flesh and turning him into the Blue Beetle in an elaborate body horror sequence.

Khaji is established as a sentient being, and is able to communicate with Jaime mentally. Now, it's not actually clear if Jaime can communicate back mentally like many real headmates can. Every time he talks to Khaji is aloud, which I think was also how it was in Young Justice too. It's possible that while the Scarab can send messages to Jaime's mind, it can't read it. But that seems kind of a strange limitation when the movie shows it gaining access to a person's full memory after connecting with them, and is at least able to figure out Jaime's name through their connection.

It would seem weird to me if talking out loud to Khaji was necessary to be heard, but that's how the movie presents it. (This could be a comfort thing too. As part of a plural system, I'll admit we'll often talk out loud through the body when nobody is around to hear us. Words can be clearer than pure thoughts.)

A small part of the movie is dedicated to the two learning to get along, with there being some conflict around Khaji wanting to kill an enemy, and Jaime saying that they aren't killers.

This leads to an important moment later in the movie where Jaime is enraged, believing he's lost multiple family members, and is going to execute the villain.

The word "execute" is important here, because while other good characters have no problem killing (their nana took great joy in it, in fact), it's always against active combatants. Not someone who was disarmed. The movie doesn't make this distinction directly, but I think it's an important one.

It's one thing for superheroes to kill to protect themselves and others, most heroes are willing to these days, but it's another for them to kill someone who isn't actively a threat anymore.

Kahji takes just enough control to hold Jaime back from doing something he would regret, repeating back that they aren't killers, showing itself capable of learning from Jaime.

It's a cool moment, and I appreciated this little character growth.

Despite Khaji being sentient and capable of learning though...

Khaji isn't treated as a character

This was my disappointment with the movie.

Blue Beetle should have been more of a plural story, but Khaji is hardly ever treated as a character by the narrative or the other characters.

Yes, Khaji gets some funny lines here and there, ("Host overreacting" being a favorite of mine) but doesn't seem to have any real motivation, interests or really anything going for it.

And what's worse... there's not even a REAL CONVERSATION between Jaime and Khaji. Even when they really should be discussing things.

Like...

The Rooftop Scene

At one point, the bad guys have found Jaime's family. Jaime tried to activate his powers. They don't work. What's a Beetle to do?

Well, Jaime decided that since the Scarab will try to protect him, the best bet will be to JUMP OFF THE ROOF!

And while this is sorta well-reasoned, I found myself internally screaming this entire to time to just ask it to change.

Like, Khaji can talk. They literally said in the scene right before that Khaji was sentient.

And while jumping off the roof made for a dramatic scene, it eliminated what could have been a great moment with Jaime explaining the importance of his family and his need to protect them to Khaji.

It forced Khaji to help, when Kahji may have been perfectly willing to help if Jaime just talked to it, instead of trying to make Kahji to do what he wanted.

And you might wonder, does Khaji get offended at Jaime risking his life to force Khaji into doing what he wants? I wonder that too, because this moment is never mentioned again in the movie.

For a film so much about family, Khaji is never part of that

Blue Beetle is a movie centered around family.

It's about Jaime's relationship with his family who is very close, almost suffocating but in a good way. Jaime is driven to protect and fight for his family at every turn, and his family will do anything to protect him.

This is contrasted with the Kord family which is dysfunctional and broken, and Carapax who lost his family and sees familial love as a weakness.

These themes are intricately woven into the narrative.

So it is so disappointing how utterly divorced from that theme Khaji-Da ended up.

There is a great story to be told about this extraterrestrial machine that crashes to Earth, never having a family of its own or a concept of what family means, only to be bonded to Jaime and go from being treated as something to be gotten rid of to be welcomed as another member of Jaime's family.

That would be really cool. And they seemed willing to tell a similar story with Jenny Kord, being brought into the family group hug after everything was over.

But Khaji is treated less like a valued member of the family and more like an accessory. And even when Jaime fully bonds with Khaji, it's not about agreeing to integrate and share a mind so much as it's accepting his heroic destiny.

This feels like a huge missed opportunity for the type of story they were telling, and a betrayal of that story's central themes.

Jaime's Mother Addressing Khaji

This is the one exception where a character who wasn't Jaime actually treated Khaji as a person.

She first asks what Khaji's name was. Then says...

I know you can hear me, Khaji-Da. I want you both to get it together. Find your strength, mijito. Use the pain we’re feeling and turn it into power. I want you to go back in there… And kick their asses!

I love this so much. I love the mother's character for thinking to acknowledge Khaji as its own person and talk to it directly, giving her pep talk to both of them at once.

It's a fantastic scene. An incredible moment.

But it's also still treating Khaji as a weapon. The one and only time a character who isn't Jaime talks to Khaji, it's telling Khaji to go fight people.

I'm glad to have gotten this. But I feel they could have done so much more.

Khaji's feelings are never explored

We're told that the Scarab is a planet-destroying super weapon. How does Khaji feel about that?

We don't know. It never comes up.

Does Khaji have memories of worlds it's destroyed?

Does it know why it was created or who created it?

If it doesn't know those things, does the lack of awareness scare it?

Can it feel fear, and if Jaime asked if it was scared, would it understand the emotion?

The fact that these things weren't explored at all leaves me with one important and sad conclusion.

The writers weren't interested in writing a plural character

Blue Beetle's plurality is an afterthought.

The Scarab was sentient and Blue Beetle would use "we" pronouns occasionally because Khaji is sentient in the comics. But the relationship between the two wasn't a priority of the writers.

And in my opinion, the film suffered for it. Not just from a plural perspective but from a writing perspective. The film would have been so much better had Khaji been treated more like a character rather than just a weapon and plot device.

Khaji stopping Jaime from killing needed more build-up, and Khaji needed and deserved to be better integrated with the story's central themes of family.

Conclusion

All in all, I feel that Blue Beetle was a good movie. But I also feel its treatment of Khaji held it back from being a great movie.

I hope I don't come off as too hard on this particular movie. There's a lot of media that, when less explicitly plural, I might be more forgiving of. I once wrote a whole post about why I thought Kronk was plural based on his angel and demon Kronks who never get any sort of character arcs. But those aren't intended to be sentient people by the writers. Instead, they're plural by happenstance, simply by being more developed than other shoulder angels and demons in cartoons.

Meanwhile, Khaji Da is supposed to be a full character, I went in expecting a lot, and I feel Khaji just didn't live up to its potential in this movie.

I look forward to seeing what DC does with the character in the future, and if Khaji can get more development.

And I'm sad that, given the box office, it's probably not going to get a sequel of its own. I'm sure the planned Reach story would have given Khaji some much needed character development.

For more of me rambling about the plurality of DC superheroes, see: The Plurality of... Batman (Failsafe).

#syscourse #systemscringe #r/systemscringe

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kittenstoriez · 2 years ago

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friendship of species

PROLOGUE

Tonight was supposed to be like any other night going to popmart to get my pocky sticks like I always do and back to my neat life in my one room apartment.

Just as I had thought that while I was shopping for my midnight snack I love so much,pocky sticks, popmart, my favourite store which has never had any problems in the past 8 years of being on the corner of thirteenth street.

I cannot believe, my favourite store is being robbed!!!!!, I cannot believe that I can't do something, can I, yes I can!!. The robber is not much bigger than me,does not seem all that strong either, but he has a gun.

I do not know why, but for some reason I thought something I have never thought before, I must do something. Why u ask? For one reason and one reason only. It is my favourite place to shop and one of the only places I can call my own, and with that I gather all my courage and I go for his gun, I got it!!!

BANG!!! Bang!!!!! Just after the robber runs away like a coward and I slump down unaware of what has happened to me.

I did it?! I saved my favourite place, popmart, oh but I feel tired,why do I….oh…I was shot twice, why do I get shot but the robber gets away Scot free. Oh it hurts I fell over in a second once the adrenaline was gone acquisition do u wish to live? Who..is that, oh whatever, of course but it’s too late. Acquisition successful wish granted. As I hear this voice again,I yell, Oh Shut up!, man if I could do one thing in the world I would want to see a fox just once and cuddle it forever, cuddling a fox has been my one wish since I was a child, but now it can never happen. Acquisition successful. There is that stupid voice again,what…ever. Can I cuddle a fox…..just once….bef…ore i..die. Acquisition successful,summoning activated,summoning successful.

Chapter 1

Why is it so dark, I thought I died, didn’t I. Am I in hell, no that is not it as I say that I try to stand.

Owe!!! What the heck!!

My head!! I don’t know what happened. I attempted to stand and hit my head, but on what.

As I say that I tried to hit it again.

Screech!!!! What was that?I'm in something hard, huh?, it broke a little. As I notice this I try once more with All my might to break out once and for all.

I am free!!!

As I am free I freeze in shock from the scene in front of me. What I see is a gigantic red fox laying still as it’s dead,but that’s not the worst thing I see. Next to the seemingly dead gigantic fox, there is something humans of the same species as me or so I thought, though I didn’t notice at the time. These humans are wearing some type of armour with swords and bows.

While I am still trying to take in the scene where human eyes meet mine, the next thing I know I hear them yell something though I don’t know what, as I still can’t move from shock they come to kill me all 5 of them.

Unfortunately for them I had a saviour.

As these five humans ran at me I could only assume the worst, and that is that they want to kill me for some reason or another. At the moment I don’t know why but I can’t seem to understand the language they are speaking. Regardless of not being able to understand them I have a horrible feeling so I run for it the opposite way of the humans as fast as I can.

As I am still running I look back hoping I got away, I was so very wrong they seem to be catching up ever so gradually. In pure desperation I try to scream for help but nothing happens. Something must be wrong with my vocal cords. As I fear I’m about to die suddenly, the humans got sliced all in one go like a ninja would with a sword.

As I fear I’m next I keep running while I’m running out of stamina. As I look for any way to escape this situation, I see a small hole in the wall, as I see it with the last of my strength I dash for the hole making it in successfully. As I fear I’m not out of danger yet I stop catching my breath listening for anything, hoping there’s not while I am trapped in this whole in the wall.

……….

Silence, I hear nothing, am I safe? For now I think I am? Therefore I lay down in a slump trying to figure out my situation.

As I’ve been in this hole in the wall that’s not very big but for my size this thirty inch cave looks big to me. I imagine it’s been a day there is no telling though since there’s no sunlight in here. As such I’ve thought about my situation and this is what I have come up with. I believe I died, and somehow I got reincarnated in this world, how do I know this? I know this for one reason: I'm a neat which means I almost never left my room which means I did not have any friends. Therefore I watched anime and read manga most of the time. As to what I am I am unsure as there are no mirrors around me since I am in a cave. That’s right, in a cave!!!!

It is a miracle I’m alive right now, there are some things I’m worried about though I am currently starving probably since I’ve been In this world I haven’t eaten.

That being said I haven’t seen anything except gross monsters that want to eat me, and probably will succeed.

The real issue is I need to find a way to defend myself. As far as I can tell I am some kind of animal with claws, but I just hatched so I must be extremely weak.

As I say that a small critter, to be specific a not so big spider. If I were to guess I would say the same size as me which is only about 15 inches long and a foot tall if I were to guess. Even though it’s a spider it’s either take my chance and kill it for food or die of hunger.

That being said I choose

Attack!!!!! Screech!!!!

As I attacked with my claws it screamed in pain, ignoring the little spiders screams I stuck my claws in deeper and it slowly died.

As I hesitate to eat a spider my stomachs grumbles and with that I gather up my courage and bite into it raw as there’s no way to cook right now

Blech!!!

That is so bad!!! But it’s this or death, with that I force it down.

Though for an unknown reason for me at the time I passed out.

As I wake up after passing out next to a half eaten spider, I jump in fear thinking it is alive though it’s not thank god as I think to myself.

As I’m thinking to myself that Weird voice speaks again.

Conditions met poison resistance acquired

Conditions met poison resistance level 1 has evolved to poison resistance level 2

Conditions met fox level 1 has become fox level 2

Wait huh?? Repeat!!! Please repeat!!!

Oh man I didn’t catch all that, well anyway so that spider must have been poisonous no wonder I did pass out, I could have died.

Well whatever, let's make a plan, I think I’m safe to go out now. As I thought for a while I got a plan. I need to go and find some kind of food, and then try to find a way to the outside.

Yeah!! Let’s go!!!

As I say that I started skipping somehow out the little hole I came in at.

As I thought I was done being scared I got tackled back in getting the wind knocked out of me, however I was still conscious.

I get up ready to fight trying to catch my air, as I look at what tackled me it looked like some kind of lizard baby knocked out of course. I take a peek outside the hole but see nothing that spooked Lizzie so much.

That’s right since I don’t know its name. It'll be called Lizzie for now, wait a second do I have a name.

Oh forget it.

While thinking to myself I got a new game plan.

One is to leave Lizzie in here for now hidden in the darkness. She blends in quite well since it’s all black, except it’s eyes that are red but they're closed so no worries.

With that I head to where I was born since that’s not too far away.

As I get to my birthplace, I see an egg.

I was putting it off till now but I really was born from an egg, it has my colours too.

Speaking of colours, the big fox I saw when I was born is red. Hmm is it my parent then,probrally.With that I kept venturing on since food is covered, obviously I took some of the fox with me.

I know it may have been my parent but it’s no longer alive and I never met it. The only person I ever called mother died a long time ago on earth, even though we weren’t that close. so I kept venturing not realising I was just going random directions at this point.

Finally!!!! Water!!!

I rush over and drink like there is no tomorrow. Ever since I got born I haven’t had any water.

After a good long drink I look at myself because water equals reflection. As I suspected that was my parent, how do I know?

Simple it body was red my underbelly is red with my top being blue for some reason. As I get a better look at myself I realise I look like a fox but with 9 tails along with my underbelly red underneath my tail is red and the top of my tails are blue and they all have white tips and my eyes are black with pointy ears. All right, good and water secured, and with that i start to head back but realise I’m lost.

Crap!!

Lizzie’s all alone now, how do I get back.

Gahh!!!

Oh not a..gain.

Side1

Hello it is myself, yes that’s right I don’t know who I am.

Why?

Because I don’t remember anything about myself.

I don’t know why but I woke up in human arms. The reason I know there humans and what I am, which is a water dragon at least that’s what the humans say is for some reason I could understand their language.

The reason I’m not trying to get away even though I was kidnapped is because I’m lazy. The humans don’t know I’m awake yet and I figured why walk if they’ll carry me outside.

We suddenly stopped? Why? As I slowly open one of my eyes without the humans noticing.

What I see is such a majestic creature, it’s huge, so pretty, but it’s not attacking. What’s going on? Huh?

I look over and see there’s only 4 humans near me where is the fifth. I spotted him, and wondered what he was doing.

Is that…..an egg, don’t tell me he is trying to take it.

I try to tell him to stop, but I can’t speak.

It’s too late, just as I say that.

Gwaa!! The human stumbled.

What happened? Is it hatching?

Just then the human out of anger for what the egg did kicks but only hurts himself.

Just then the creature, out of anger for harming its child, swipes down with its huge claw.

Gahh!! My arm!!! Goes the human

The human holding me puts me behind a rock to protect me from the fight about to unfold.which surprised me because they kidnapped me and then tried to kidnap another. Regardless the fight went on for a while regardless the big monster was tired out and couldn’t get close enough to the humans to attack so in the end they won with a final slice to the throat of the beast.

Just then I realised the baby hatched it was even more colourful than the adult, after coming back to reality I tried to tell it to get away, but it was too much of a shock to react and before I knew it I was too late.

As I tried to distract the humans so it could get away I was too late one human saw it then he yelled.

Men take the child and its hide will make a fortune.Just as quickly as they run, so did the fox.

I ran after them as well but at my top speed I couldn’t catch up to the humans or the little guy. My eyes widened as the little guy was slowing down. I thought all hope was lost,but I was wrong.

As all hope was lost, every last human there was sliced up. I stopped abruptly, but the little guy kept running without looking back.

As for me I looked for what did that and in pure horror I was ignoring whatever tried to speak to me.

Conditions met fear resistance acquired

Fear resistance level 1 has become fear resistance level 2.

What I saw was worthy to be afraid of a huge dragon. After studying me the earth dragon walked away.

I thought I was safe. I was wrong, It fired its breath attack, I dodged but I still got hurt by it.

Just then I ran away as quickly as I could, however it still fired its breath attack at me, but my speed allowed me to dodge since I now know it’s coming soon enough it gave up.

Even though it gave up I ran so much faster than Normal out of fear I couldn’t stop fast enough, and I ran right into the little guy from before who wasn’t paying attention.

Crash!!!

Chapter2

I am currently paralyzed, while I had my back turned thinking how to get back to lizzie, a wasp type creature who’s extremely big for a bug has stung me, and apparently it could paralyse u. Is this really how I die? All I could do is wait, while I got stung I got paralyse immunity level 1. I'm waiting for it to go up, currently it’s level 3 and I could move my little fingers a little.

As long as I don’t get attacked I won’t die. It's just paralyzed doesn't actually hurt you, apparently they can’t attack any other way. Yawn…. Rawrr!!!

Is this really happening!!!move my body!!! Eergh..

Or not.

The wolf that just tried to attack me got paralyzed to, huh what to do? I need to leave somehow before the boss comes.

Sssss!!

Too late it’s here, come on voice where are u!!

Paralyse immunity level 3 upgraded to level 5

Yes I can move!!! Except for a leg!!! It’s coming, it's now or never.

As it attacked I jumped to the side then on its back and bit it while digging my claws in.

As it’s slamming its body to get me off I don’t give in and eventually it falls.

Ha!!! I’m the victor!!!

With that all the bees fly off seeing their boss defeated. Now then I go over to the paralyzed wolf and kill that also. I’m good at food and water now for a while , as I’m tired and want to take a nap, I roll up the dead snake and sleep inside its corpse for cover.

Ahh I’m awake, nothing seems to attack me.

As I was now completely lost with so many paths branching off, I was unsure if I should go back or not.

On one hand Lizzie’s all alone, but that’s probably nothing new, but I have almost no food. They are about all gone.

Hmmm?

If I were to treat this as a game I would have skills and skill points right, but I can’t seem to see them.

Let's think about skill points.

Skill points available 200

Huh? Wait what? That worked awesome!! Let’s see there’s so many skills I can get, which ones should I get. Each one costs one hundred it says so I can get two. Let’s look this over.

If this follows what I’ve seen in my life let’s get appraisal.

Acquisition accepted appraisal level 1 acquired.

There’s fire magic but I don’t know how to use magic.

What’s this?! Telepathy, if I get this I can speak to Lizzie and try to find it. Alright let’s do that!!

Telepathy activated!! Hm it’s not working??

There are two things I could think of as to why it won’t work: she is still knocked out or I’m doing it wrong.

Oh well for now let’s appraise myself.

Fox level 2 (no name)

Appraisal level 1

Poison resistance level 2

Paralyse resistance level 5

Bite level2

Dig level 1

Telepathy level 1

Bite and dig those are new oh well I’ll figure it out later.

Huh? No name, I don't get it. Oh well won’t bother with it for the time being let’s try to level up while finding our way back. It shouldn’t be that hard. right?

While I’ve been finding my way back I’ve been using appraisal on everything hoping it would level up but it’s only gone up one level. Along with that I’ve been trying telepathy but nothings been happening.

I have a small concern though there’s no monsters, it’s not that I’m unhappy I’m actually quite happy about that. The problem is I’m not strong enough to where monsters would avoid me, which could only mean one thing: there's something here that everything down here is avoiding.

I personally would rather not meet whatever it is I will most certainly die if we come face to face. Just as I say that I get tackled, in fear that it is what everything is cowering from I quickly scratched its face and used my new skill to dig. I have no idea how far I dug but I am in a much lighter place than before. By that I mean humans have put lanterns and built them down here.

With my nature of being curious I went to explore every bit of this place.

While I was exploring it came to me that if I could dig like that can’t I dig upwards to the outside, I can!!!

So with that I dug everywhere down here and raised my level and by the end I got extremely tired so I dug in the wall and slept once more free from my worries.

As I woke up and came out from my wall I saw that dig level 1 became level 5, while seeing nothing else changed I continued to walk along.

There are quite a few dead creatures down here so I didn’t get hungry, everything was going smoothly at least I thought so.

Rawrrr!!!!!

Ow!! What was that? Disregarding my better judgement I went towards the noise hoping to shut it up.

Rawrr!!!! Rawrr!!!!

Aww!!!! Shut up!!! Is it trying to say something?!

Telepathy activated!! As I activate I feel it’s trying to say something?!! With that in mind after eating so many dead creatures down here I became level 4 which gave me 200 skill points.

I looked for some kind of language skill and found language mastery and I got that with 100 points.

Skill acquired language mastery level 1.

Alright let’s try again

Rawrrr!!!!

It didn’t work, it needs to level up!!

With that I neared with the pain that felt like says but wasn’t after a while it finally hit level 5

Oh come on voice level it up!!!!!

Acquisition heard use fifty skill points to level language mastery level 5 to level 10.

Yes!!!!

Acquisition accepted language mastery is now level 10.

Whoever is screaming shut up!!!!!!!

U…u can understand me.

Now I can u we’re making my head explode.

I’m sorry I’ve been asking for help for years.

You’re too deep underground for anyone to hear u, what can I help u with now

Come to me first

As he suggested I made my way to him, at this point I shouldn’t be surprised but a dragon!!

Hey little fella

Alright dragon what can I do

As I listen to the dragon it turns out humans trapped him down here and have been sucking out magic as a power source for one thousand years so he wants me to free him which I obliged.

As I tried to destroy one I bit into it but it exploded as I bit it.

Arggg!!!

My face!!!!

It burns!!!!

U ok little fella

No I’m not!!! Why didn’t you tell me!!!

I thought u would use magic im sorry U could stop

I looked at him with eyes of determination, no I will set u free even if it kills me.

Conditions met burn resistance level 1 have been acquired.

Conditions met with pain resistance level 1 have been acquired.

I look at the dragon once more, see I even got new skills Alright time to destroy the others. After destroying the other nine I went back to the dragon.

I destroyed them all, you're free.

The dragon looks at me, yes free.

Dragon…what’s wrong.

Come little one let me give you my skills as a gift.

What? But you need them.

I’m afraid not little one I will pass on shortly.

What?! U said this would free u.

Yes little one free not save I have lost to much energy so let me pass my skills you can hold my hope along with my skills little one.

That’s not fair, you're the first thing that has been nice to me down here.

Little one do not be sad u have shown me kindness no one ever has before now come I don’t have much time little one.

Alright dragon as I come closer he places his huge finger on my head as I feel like passing out from the amount of information I try my best to stay awake.

Thank u little one even though it has been short u have been the best thing to happen to me goodbye.

Good….bye dragon.

Side 2

Hmm ow my head what happened, where is the little guy, did he leave me to die

No I doubt it

Lizzie Lizzie

Huh? Was that him? Hello!

Lizzie!

Hello! We can’t hear each other. I wonder why All Right let’s go find him or try anyway as I walked. I couldn't find him anywhere but I saw footprints which I prayed were his.

Come to think of it, why was he calling me Lizzie I wonder.

Lizzie can u hear me Lizzie lizard

Yes! Nothing do I need a skill to respond. Most likely we’ll for now let’s follow the footprints.

Looking at it there’s bones of a snake and wolf, I think I know who was here.

Another answer for another time. Man I can’t see anything unless I’m right at it. Ow!!

Really wall!! Outta my way!! Ow!!

These walls!!

I should stop screaming before something finds me, especially that dragon.

How is this possible? I don't understand what this is.

I made a complete circle!

Now I understand those weren’t his footprints. That sucks. I thought I could have a friend.

Wait a minute?

If these footprints aren’t mine and aren’t his that means something has been stocking us or hindsight me.

Tktktktk…..

I..it’s a dinosaur!!! Help!!!

This creature has the body of a dinosaur walking on two feet but it has the mouth of a bird.

As I scream for help I remember I can’t speak!! As I run for my life I see someone.

It’s you help!! Before I knew it I tackled him, my little friend.

Ow!!

He scratched me and ran away!!!

No choice I got to follow him as I tried this dinosaur creature but my leg and forced me out again.

I tried to fight but nothing was working then suddenly before I knew it something came out of my mouth and melted the skin straight off all that was left was the skull. With that I hurriedly rushed down the hole and fell face first and passed out.

I didn’t wake up for quite a while until I heard multiple dragon roars one after another. I thought my head was gonna explode so I stuck my face in the dirt, but that only made it worse.

Ahhhh!!!!

At this point I just layer down and let death take its course.

Of course it didn’t and I somehow got pain resistance level five from that dragon screaming.I also levelled up to level three.

After a very long time it finally stopped so I went walking around but while I was at it I picked up hp recovery for 100 skill points so my legs were fine. After all hp recovery slowly gives you health back.

While walking I noticed a few things. Someone has been eating the dead monsters down here.

Which means if I ate their food they’d kill me in retrospect so that is a no go.finally I found something though it is nothing good.

A bottomless pit really, yeah right like I’m going down there.

Just then another dinosaur creature appeared behind him. Just then as I turn around I see it’s head get ripped straight off.

I am next which means im dead I didn’t even get to grow yet

Come on!!!

Chapter 3

Hm…im awake, how long was i out for, to no surprise the dragons gone, in retrospect i hoped him leaving was a dream.

While we're here, let's appraise ourselves and see what changed.

Holy crap!!

Fox (no name)

Skill points 750

Poison resistance level 5

Paralyse resistance level 8

Appraisal level 5

Bite level 6

Dig level 8

Telepathy level 5

Language mastery level 10

Burn resistance level 3

Pain resistance level 3

With appraisal levelled up I can finally see everything including my hp which is five hundred fifty mp which is 600 and st which is also 600.

If this system hear follows what i've seen in my past life hp means health points mp means magic points which is useless at the moment since i still cant use magic

And st is my stamina.

This is great!!

Best of all my overall level is 9 and along with those the skills i got from the dragon are infinite stomach level three which means i could eat a lot at once.iron stomach level 3 which means i think i can eat dangerous things without getting sick.fire nullification and flame nullification level 3, strange so flame and fire are two different things.fire breath level 3 and fire magic level 3 and physical nullification which means physical attacks can't harm me.though my title still says no name.i also seem to be bigger about 5 feet tall.and that's everything thats changed.it seems u get one hundred skill points every time u evolve

As of now I have 750 but we'll look later.

For now let's walk around, as i started walking around for a bit i suddenly heard a scream for help, but the scream seemed familiar in a way.i went to investigate and before my eyes i saw lizzie about to be pushed down a pit in a split second i got right behind the beast, because of my speed it seemed like i teleported.

I grabbed its neck with my teeth and to my surprise his head came clean off, for some reason though lizzie seemed terrified and so she ran. Obviously i hid in the shadows following her to not scare her more though i'm a bit sad she doesnt recognize me.

What was that huge creature that ripped its head clean off and I was surely next.

It didn't follow me right. Phew…

I've noticed something as I keep almost dying. I am such a weak dragon I need to get stronger and get out of this place.lets get some skills. I have 200 skill points.need to be careful with what i pick, how about stealth to hide when i need to and poison fang.

Acquisition successful stealth level 1 acquired

Acquisition successful poison fang level 1 acquired

Now I have a long and close rang attack for now i got to a safe spot inside an opening i made in the wall and slept there.

As I saw Lizzie get to a safe spot and sleep I decided to try to find my way above ground.

I used 100 skill points and got a tracker skill and marked Lizzie so I will always know where she is. I also got stealth and teleportation. All of them are level 1 right now obviously.

I happened to find the outside but it's night so I decided to sleep outside. While I was sleeping I decided to try to find a way to approach Lizzie so I could bring her up here since I can't use telepathy to talk with her still.

I don't know why but for some reason I'm being worshipped as some kind of a god by this town.

I don't know how they did it but somehow they dragged me here in my sleep, lizzies still alive all thanks to me she has run into danger time and time again without even noticing it, i know i may be asked how am I saving her without her noticing me.

It is actually quite simple really i'm using my teleportation skill to instead teleport me it teleports my magic to attack anything attacking her and the whole reason this village worships me is because for some reason there god had a nine tails fox as a pet and they are convinced im that pet.which isn't all that bad i mean they're giving me really nice food, its so much better than gross monsters.

My skills have also levelled up quite a bit from using them to keep lizzie alive such as tracker and teleportation are both level 5 now. Well, let's see how she's doing.

I do not know why but lately monsters keep dying around me and I don't know why it is like I'm being watched by someone,it gives me chills just thinking about it and because of that I can't level up but i'm also not starved ever eug… lets just find an exit.

I cant see my stats either which sucks and i also can't see that pretty little fox. I haven't heard his voice either lately which worries me. I hope he's okay.

Hmm.. so lizzie knows she's being watched well i'll still keep an eye on her but for the sake of her levelling up i'll only help when needed. The sun went down. I rested my head once all the villagers went to sleep . I decided to go where no one is and try to figure out how to use this fire magic.

As i got to the dirt wasteland which is next to a forest for some reason but i'll look into that later for now lets try fire breath first against the mountain….

Boom!!!!

The whole mountain is gone! Thats level 3 that's terrifying allright fire magic lets go as i attempt i found fire magic is not just fireballs it means i can shape my fire any way i want and attack with it.

So cool.alright let's teleport back to the village there's on thing i noticed with teleportation i can only teleport to places i've been which kinda sucks but it makes scence.as i get back the village i hear that voice again conditions met fox level 9 has become fox level 10 fox can now evolve.

Huh wait what? Evolve so i have two choices firefox or ice fox pretty self explanatory interesting since im already specialising in fire i think i'll choose firefox why do i feel…tired.

I woke up the next morning the villagers looking astonished for some reason but i don't know why so i went to the pond and i saw it the blue on my fur is gone now my furs a full dark red and my eyes are red my guess because i chose firefox it would probably look different if i chose difference. Stats seem to go higher when you level up. Is evolving the same only one way to find out appraisal you're up.

Firefox level 10 (no name) skill points 850

Hp 800 mp 700 st 900 speed 500

Poison nullification has been taken from poison resistance level 10

Paralyse nullification has been taken from paralyse resistance level 10

Appraisal level 5 has become appraisal level 8

Bite level 6 has become bite level 8

Dig level 8 has become dig level 10

Telepathy level 5 has become telepathy level 7

Language mastery level 10 Burn resistance level 6 Pain resistance level 6

Infinite stomach level 6 Iron stomach level 6 Fire nullification and flame nullification

Fire breath level 4 fire magic level 5

Physical nullification

Tracker level 7 stealth level 2 teleportation level 8

All my stats jumped from evolving awesome!!

Side 3

As I wandered the cave I realised whoever was watching me hasn't been watching me as often as that being after constantly having creatures try to eat me. I have levelled up to level 6 obviously i haven't killed the monsters on my own magic spells keep attacking the creatures making the weak as i finish them off.

I don't know who is doing that but thanks to the i have evolved three times which means i have 300 skill points i can use and the skills i got were appraisal which is level 2 water manipulation level 2 and ice guard level 1 which was a poor choice on my part considering i don't know how to use it.that being said i've been apprasing everything i come across so it shouldn't take too long to level up.

There is only one thing bothering me.

I want to see sunlight!! As I scream in anger that no one can hear considering I still can't speak.

I also haven't run into my little buddy yet. I'm starting to think he's dead but I hope he's not.

As I think that I see this weird humanoid beetle- like human creature called a krakrilask.

It's looking at something but what.

I use appraisal on it.

Krakrilask level 28 cannot be appraised.

Are u kidding i can't beat that i should leave. But it's too late it saw through my stealth.

Just then it runs at me with intense speed and stabs me with its weird horn type thing on its head.

Gahh!!

Crap!! I bite at it but its defence is too high I can't get through. My hp recovery isn't helping well enough, I'm blacking out.

Just then that same nine tailed creature from before slams it into the wall.

It looks a bit different as I'm about to black out. It fires some sort of beam at it and it gets turned to dust instantly.

That's the last thing I saw before blacking out but for some reason I woke up in a village but something was different.

In a good way too, I feel stronger as I take a good look at myself. I'm bigger than before and I have little wings popping out of my back and my body colour is still blue but I have a red stripe going from my nose down to my tail.

Confused about what's happening, I appraise myself.

Water dragon (no name) level 10

Hp 250 mp 100 st 150 sp 300

Fear resistance level 2

Acid spit level 1 is now acid spit level 5

Pain resistance level 5 is now pain resistance level 9

Hp recovery level 1 is now hp recovery level 5

Stealth level 1 is now stealth level 5

Poison fang level 1 is now poison fang level 4

Appraisal level 2 is now appraisal level 6

Water manipulation level 1 is now water manipulation level 3

Ice guard level 1 is now ice guard level 2

700 skill points available

What the hell!!

What's with these skills what happened!!

Conditions met water dragon level 10 can now evolve

Seriously what happened!!! Tell me!!!

Wait a second, where am I?

Chapter 4

As i was still in the village i forgot to check on my lizard friend, as i checked on her i see she's about to die in a rush i quickly stood up and teleported directly to her. I got her loose by slamming that puny bug against the wall and burned it to ash using fire breath.

Afterwards I rushed to her as I appraised her hp is about zero. I thought to myself what can i do. I quickly search through the skills I can get to save her. I found it stat life transfer its 100 skill points i immediately get it and use it immediately.

Its working it stopped what's happening my stats are gone to zero my hp is almost there too.

I have no choice. I use 50 skill points to make fire magic level 10 and I sacrifice the skill it worked on. I quickly teleport her to the village as we both get there and the villagers see me slump down.

They all panicked. I need to recover. I search through available skills to get complete stat recovery and recover 1 of every stat a minute hp recovery gives one hp every minute cost is 400 points 200 points each as i get them both i pass out immediately.

After this I was asleep for a few days, I finally woke up but was starving as I woke up. The villagers see me and all bring food and bow to me of course i eat the food ever so slowly.

Because of how unrested i am i didnt notice lizzie there, even though i didn't notice her she stayed at the village with me and kept me company. Another week or so pass and I'm finally back up to full strength, I hope I never have to use that again. Suddenly I heard a voice.

Are you feeling better?

I look around then at Lizzie and realise it's her. I use telepathy so I can finally hear you.

Yeah why did u do that u could have died as she explains almost tearing up.

As I explain to her about the dragon and why I don't want to lose another friend.

So it was you helping me in the dungeon.

Yeah it was as i explained i didn't want to spook her again so i kept an eye from afar.

After talking for a while we decided to officially give each other names . I asked about Lizzie since I've been calling you that for awhile.

As she states she adores that name actually at that moment she tries to think of a new name for me and finally she thinks of it how about draconus she implies.

As I ask, isn't that a dragon's name?

Well yeah but dragons are noble and strong so it fits you dont u think.

If u say so lizzie

Just then we both start glowing a bright light the voice speaks again

Draconis and lillie are now evolving

Evolutions complete

As I look at Lizzie I see that she looks like a full fledged dragon blue with red eyes and a red stripe down the middle huge wings that look like they could fly forever.

As for me as Lizzie describes, I'm just as big as her, both 40 feet tall. I look the same as she does just bigger versions of ourselves as such we both decide to use appraisal.

As i appraise myself with my new name draconis i'm amazed

Firefox level 30 (draconis) 1,000 skill points

Hp 2500 mp 2,000 st 2800 sp 4000

Poison nullification, paralyse nullification

Appraisal level 10 telepathy level 10

Burn nullification, pain nullification

Fire and flame nullification

Stat life transfer level 10

Hp recovery has evolved to ultra speed recovery level 1

Huminification

Petrification

Water nullification

Bite level 10 dig level 10 language mastery level 10

Infinite stomach level 6 is now level 10

Iron stomach level 6 is now level 10

Fire magic level 5 is now level 10

Fire breath level 1

Teleportation level 8 is now level 10

Complete stat recovery level 6 is now level 10

Eruption level 1 is now level 6

Lava breath level 5 spacial magic level 1

Gluttony level 1

Light beam level 1

Wow!! I became op i used skill points to get fire breath back all the other skills i got seem self explanatory.

Humidification so i could get a human form cool, petrification just makes me medusa, and gluttony i use appraisal.

Anyone u kill u take their stats and add it to your own, that's kinda dark aint it.

As i finish seeing mine i lookover and see liliths skills

Water dragon level 28(lilith)1700 skill points

Hp 1900 mp 1700 st 2000 sp 2500

Fear resistance level 2 is now level 8

Acid spit level 5 is now level 10

Hp recovery level 1 has been upgraded from pain resistance level 10

Pain nullification acquired

Stealth level 5 is now level 10

Poison fang level 4 is now level 9

Appraisal level 6 is now level 10

Water manipulation level 3 is now level 9

ice guard level 2 is now level 7

Freeze breath l;evel 5 acquired

Water wave level 7 acquired

Humanification

Lightning nullification

Freeze wave level 7 acquired

Greed acquired

My stats are lower than draconis that doesn't surprise me though.

I could get a human form too.freeze wave and water wave are a bit similar ones a wave of ice another wave of water.

Ice guard just covers my body in ice to protect it.

Finally greed allows me to steal the life force and stats of anyone I touch but their hp must be lower than mine.

With both of us knowing new stats we get ready to leave this village for our next adventure.

#story #reincarnated #my story

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skittlesfics · 2 years ago

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name: the invitation

pairing: Robin Buckley x Reader

word count: 808

summary: asking robin out on a date

content/warnings: fluff, fem reader

author’s note: definitely need more practice writing robin, but this was a fun start! Trying to do some blurbs to kick this writers block, so please send ideas for eddie, steve, argyle, or robin if you have them!

You hummed thoughtfully as you scanned the New Arrivals shelf of Family Video. You had carefully refrained from visiting the theater as often as you normally did this past month, giving yourself the perfect excuse to visit the local video store.

The presence you felt behind you was all wrong. Too tall, not at all nervous, and pushing their hair back like it was their job.

“Need help finding something?” Steve Harrington asked, stretching himself next to you to lean against the wall, full cool guy mode. You wrinkled your nose. It had to work on someone because you saw Steve out on dates about half the time you went to the theater, but this act certainly wasn’t your thing. You smiled anyway.

“Sure! I’m actually looking for Robin. Is she working today?”

The sound of a stack of videos falling somewhere in the curtained off back room told you that the girl in question was, in fact, working. You grinned, laughing a bit to yourself and Steve’s smile dropped off his face for a moment only to be replaced by a knowing smirk.

“Oh, she’s working.” He assured you, pushing himself off the wall. “ROB, A CUSTOMER NEEDS ASSISTANCE!”

You flinched at his shouting, but he was already sauntering away. He leapt not-so-gracefully onto the counter and slid across to the other side, disappearing into the room you had heard Robin drop the tapes in.

Moments later, Robin’s head popped out from behind the curtain, eyes scanning the video store suspiciously. When her gaze landed on you, you waved.

“Oh! Uh… hi!” She stumbled out from behind the curtain, turning to glare at the boy who had so clearly shoved her. When the curtain was pulled shut in her face she coughed and turned to you, clearing her throat. “Sorry about him. He’s a little moody today, how can I help you?”

She was so pretty when she was nervous, which was good because she seemed to be nervous an awful lot. A pretty blush had taken up residence across her cheek bones and her smile was a little too wide. When she approached, her hands were shaking slightly, and she wrung them together to keep you from noticing.

“I was just hoping for your opinion on the new releases.” You gestured to the shelf in front of you, “I missed this month in the theater so I’m awfully lost.”

Her shoulders relaxed slightly at that, but you could see the confusion in her face. Steve was usually the one doling out recommendations.

“Oh! Umm. Well everyone has really been liking Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,but I haven’t had a chance to watch it yet. Steve said Ferris Bueller reminds him of himself, so it might be utterly insufferable and no one has realized it yet. And honestly, it’s sort of like just a way of reliving the glory of your high school years, which—”

“Watch it with me.”

Robin’s ramble had too much steam for her to stop immediately. Instead, she continued on for a few sentences about how you might not want to relive the glory of your high school years when you were still actively living your high school years before slowly fading out, eyes widening mid-sentence as your words sunk in.

“What?” She asked. Nervous Robin was pretty, but confused Robin was just cute. You wanted to lean in and kiss her on her freckled cheek, but you were getting ahead of yourself already. She hadn’t even said yes to the date yet and she was already sweeping you off your feet just by being herself.

You reached for her still wringing hands, pulling them apart gently so that you could lace your fingers into hers.

“Watch it with me? Friday at my house maybe? I can make snacks.”

She took a shuddering breath, eyes still wide with shock. She glanced down at your intertwined fingers and then back up at your face, the blush on her face growing a deeper red.

“You don’t—I—I mean…” She paused for a second and blew out a lungful of air, closing her eyes to get her bearings, “Yes. Yes, I would love to.” She said finally.

You noticed her biting her own tongue to stop herself from saying anything else, but pretended not to. Instead, you beamed and leaned in to press a quick kiss to her cheek.

“Great, I’ll see you then!”

You released her hand and grabbed the tape, waving your goodbye.

“Steve, put Ferris Bueller on my mom’s tab!” You called, not bothering to wait for his muffled reply before leaving the store, and a very red and confused Robin in your wake.

You missed Steve walking out moments later, holding a makeshift sign that said “You Rule” with approximately a hundred question marks hastily drawn across the entire page.

#Robin Buckley x Reader #Robin Buckley Smut #Robin Buckley Imagine #Robin x Reader #x Reader #Stranger Things Reader Insert #Stranger Things Fluff #Stranger Things Imagine #Fluff #500 - 1000 #idk what i'm doing but i'm WORKING ON IT OKAY #i saw the maya hawke calvin klein pics and I just need to start writing for robin immediately okay

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stargazedmona · 3 years ago

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mr thief | c.

(note.) this fic is pwp with 2k+ words! i intended to do this for a christmas event but what the heck,, let me release it early and get working on the other two parts. hope u enjoy <3

summary: childe breaks into your home with an intention to rob you, but when you, drunk and barely aware that you’re not dreaming, start to seduce and beg for his touch… he can’t help but steal something more than just expensive items.

warnings: smut fic. dubcon. mentions of alcohol. fembody!reader. fem!reader. vaginal penetration. thief!childe.

part two

After a long day from work, sinking into your soft couch by the fire seemed like heaven. Once you came home, you immediately shrugged off your coat, dusted the snow off, and hung it near the door. Your boots, heavy with melted snow, were pulled off and tossed to the side before you began with your scarf and hat.

You sighed with relief and weaved your way to the kitchen to grab wine. Hot chocolate would have been better, but you were too lazy to brew you some, so you settled with alcohol instead. You grabbed a bottle, a cup, and then made your way to the couch where the fireplace was crackling with flames.

You sunk into the couch and popped the cork of the wine bottle. You were immediately filled with comfort and warmth. Being home after a long day was the best feeling in the world. Your overbearing boss had piled up the papers since he heard the news that you were taking a three day vacation break for Christmas, so you had to work twice as much.

But it was all worth it. Because now, you get to enjoy a good bottle of dandelion red wine while sitting across your fireplace. As you drunk from the cup, you flicked on the TV, switching it to the news channel.

A news reporter was standing outside of a building, her hair flicking wildly from the rough winter breeze, and she struggled to talk into the mic because of the frosty weather. You weren’t able to grasp much from what she was trying to say, but you managed to catch the word thieves and a few other things as the screen showed a collection of pictures.

The thieves in the pictures are shown and you gawked at how surprisingly cute they were. One of the pictures shows a redhead with cold eyes, and the reporter says that he would be the one active in stormy weather. You want to fantasize about him, but scold yourself. He’s a thief! A bad guy! It doesn’t matter if he’s cute.

You sighed and finished the wine in your cup. The reporter begins to say to beware of a blizzard tonight and remember to lock everything.

You tried to recall if you locked your doors and windows before you came in. You’re positive you did. But instead of checking to be sure, your eyes felt too heavy from the wine, and you quickly fell asleep.

Childe trudges through the snow with ease. He’s been doing this for a long time, running in the snow for hours on end until he finds a poor lonesome house to rob. He’s been in these conditions far longer than his other two buddies who prefer to rob places when there’s no heavy snow. However, in Childe’s opinion, these were the best conditions.

At this late hour, no one would be staying awake in such cold weather. They’d be cuddled up near a warm spot, deep in slumber.

Childe spots your house. It’s secluded and near the woods, and your neighbors are blocks away. In this heavy snow with the cold pelting at your face, no one will pay attention to the clinking of your locked doors.

He finds his way to the front door and notices that your porch lights are bright. Inside, however, it’s dim. The only source of light comes from the far end of the room, and Childe can tell from the flickering that it’s a fireplace.

He searches the area before concluding no one is awake and starts fiddling with the locks. In no time, there’s a soft click, and with the push of a handle, the door creaks open. Childe steps in carefully and glances at the snowy mess of your coat, boots, scarf, and hat. He concludes that there’s only one person living here, and it was a woman.

He’s right, of course. When he begins to scout the room, he notices your feet dangling off the side of the sofa. When he gets closer, he chuckles at the sight of you. Your hair is disheveled and flaky from dampness, your eyelashes are freckled with snow, and your office clothes are still on and in a crumpled mess.

You’re drunk, tired, and most likely not gonna wake up anytime soon. You were working very well to his advantage. He took this opportunity to snatch up the most valuable and subtle things. The small statue on your mantle, the abstract painting on your wall, and even your dandelion wine (solely for him to enjoy).

Childe picks up a few smaller things before he decides it’s enough. Before he heads out, he takes one last glance at you. You’re kind of pretty, he thinks. There’s something charming about your unruly appearance. He can’t really put his finger on it. When his eyes linger longer, he catches a glimpse of your necklace. A diamond necklace.

If there’s something Childe knows, it’s definitely jewelry.

Childe puts the sack of stolen goods down before inching close to you. He’s quiet and stealthy, careful not to alert you. Still, it’s highly doubtful you’d wake up. He’s certain.

His fingers sweep behind your neck and begins searching for the lock. He freezes when he hears you whine. Maybe you’re a light sleeper. When you settle down, he begins again. He finds the lock and presses down to pull the hook when, suddenly, your hand grabs his wrist.

“What are you doing?” Your tone of voice is drowsy and slurred.

Childe doesn’t know what to say. He’s never been caught in the act before. Shit, he knew he shouldn’t have gone for the necklace. He just stares at you, and soon realizes that you’re barely conscious. Hell, you’re stupid drunk and crazy tired.

“Am I dreaming?” You mumble.

Childe breathes out. “Yes, you are.”

“Mm…,” You pull his hand away from your neck and lay his palm on your cheek. “Feels real…”

Childe’s breath hitches. Your cheek is soft and warm. He’s confused. If you were dreaming of an intruder, why would you be touchy and affectionate? You have him touching your cheek for crying out loud!

“Definitely a dream,” he assures. “Go back to sleep, sweetie.”

And now he’s murmuring pet names to you, trying to lull you back to sleep.

“Don’t wanna,” you reply. “‘s cold. Cuddle me, Mr. Thief.”

Childe’s eyes widened. Thief? So you’re not drunk then? Panic is slowly setting in, but confusion is still much more prominent.

You tug at him, but it’s weak and lazy. “Please. I won’t tell.”

Childe gulps, but he climbs into the couch with you anyway. It’s a fairly medium couch, so your bodies pressed together softly. He feels the heat of your body radiate against his before you pull him closer to you. He stiffens.

What is he doing? He questions himself. He’s conflicted. Are you drunk? Are you aware? The questions keep punching him in the gut.

“Mm, you’re warm,” you whisper. “You smell good.”

“Thank you?” Childe rests his arm over your body.

You don’t answer him. For a second, he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. However, when he slowly tugs away, you only pull him closer, and your leg crosses over until he feels something damp pressing against his thigh.

“Aren’t you here to steal something from me, Mr. Thief?” You murmur.

Childe gulps and slowly tilts his head down to look at you. He notices your eyes are closed, and when you breathe out, the smell of dandelion wine clogs his nose. You are drunk and you are barely conscious.

Childe’s a bad guy, he can admit. He’d break into houses and steal, but he’d never ever touch someone, let alone kill them. But… you… he squeezes his eyes shut and pleads for you to let go so he can take the stolen item and haul his ass out of your home, but all you do is pull him closer. Not only that, you’re beginning to rub your body against his in a not so innocent way.

“You gonna steal?” You murmur again. “I’m not a virgin though… but we can pretend.”

Childe’s heart picks up a few paces, and he can feel sweat dribble down the back of his neck despite the cold. “O-oh?”

His voice crack makes you giggle. He feels your legs tighten and your body flush closer. This time, he can feel the hotness of your core pressing tight against his thigh and rubbing the moistness over the thick material.

“Feels good,” you exhale. “‘s so good, Mr. Thief.”

You rub and rub, and Childe doesn’t stop you. He lets you use him, partially because he doesn’t wanna alert you to be conscious that it isn’t a dream, but also because—he hates to admit it—he likes it. All his years of thieving and he’s never had something like this happen before.

“Mm…” Your moans begin to pick up and so do your thrusts.

Fuck, you’re dry humping his thigh, and it’s turning him on. It was insane. He can feel his cock twitch in the confines of his pants, and to his luck—quite literally, he’d say—you found it.

Your hand brushes over his tent and softly squeezes him. Childe groans and hunches forward. This elicits an erotic reaction from you because his leg brushes higher, hitting your clit.

“Ngh. So good,” you whimper. “Want you…”

Childe’s getting ballsy now. He’s feeling confident. Never mind that he doesn’t take advantage of people like this… he’s fucking needy and you are too. You’re grinding on his thigh, palming his clock, whispering that you want him… he can’t resist. He’s not a good guy, that much is established. And if you think you’re dreaming, then why should he stop you? He always liked good dreams anyway. He should give you that.

Yeah, that’s right. You wouldn’t know anyway.

“You want my cock, hm?” He whispers. He clasps his hand over yours and has you palming him harder. “Oh, fuckkk…”

“Yes. I want your cock so bad,” you whimper.

You grind harder into his thigh and Childe holds your hip to halt your movement. “I’ll give you it, sweetie. Just hold still, alright?”

“Mm, yes. Still…” Your eyes flutter open slightly and Childe’s heart stops for a second, but the way your colored orbs glint only suggest that you’re too far gone to even notice that this was real.

Childe pulls you on top of him carefully, and your face buried in his neck. He feels your hot breath tickle his skin, and he shudders. Thank god you weren’t wearing anything too complicated. A button up blouse and a pencil skirt was perfect access. A careful tug of your cotton skirt had it immediately bunched up at the hip, and a small push of your panty to the side exposed your pussy to the crispy cool air of the room.

Childe listens to your soft breathing before carefully reaching over to press his nimble finger on your pussy. He practically chokes at how wet you were. Your lips are soft and warm, slick with wetness, and his fingers slide across your folds with ease.

You whimper and jolt against his touch. “‘s cold…”

“It’s okay,” he coos. “It won’t be cold for long. You’re so hot here.”

He presses a finger into your sopping heat and feels your tight walls stretch to accommodate him. His mouth practically salivates when he hears you moan and praise at how delicious his fingers feel in your cunt.

“Please,” you whimper. “More. Feels good…”

You’re slurring on your words even more, but Childe doesn’t really pay much attention to it. He fits a second finger and moves it, feeling inside your hole, searching for a spot where you’re sensitive the most. When your hips stutter and you whine pathetically in his ear, he strokes the same spot until you’re huffing and drooling on his neck.

“There… good… there…”

Childe smiles at your response. When he feels you tighten, he takes his fingers out and hears a whine of disapproval.

“So close,” you say. “Again… please.”

Even for someone practically asleep, you were quite responsive. Childe says nothing and reaches down to release his cock. It’s hard and suffocating in his briefs, and when it’s finally out, he lets out a sigh of relief.

He positions his cock carefully to your hole and rubs the swollen tip over the slick folds. You whimper and try to find your way back into his cock, but Childe holds you.

“Shh… keep still for me,” he whispers. “Don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Want it so bad,” you whimper.

“I know.” Childe strokes your hair before he repositions his cock again. He strokes himself a few times, readying his cock with his precum, before sliding the tip inside of your sweet cunt. “Fuck.”

You moan and move your hips down, taking him into your tight cunt. Deeper and deeper until he’s at the hilt, and Childe squeezes the globes of your ass. He takes a few breath and doesn’t let you move. He allows you to adjust.

“Move,” you beg. “Want more.”

Childe chuckles at your impatience. He listens. It’s not like he can hold back for much longer. He slowly begins to move, setting a soft pace. It’s cautious. It’s to make sure he doesn’t thrust too hard and drown himself in pleasure that can suddenly pull you to your senses.

His cock drowns in the slickness of your wet cunt as you ride his cock slowly. The way he presses into your walls has his own feet curling. You feel so fucking good. So tight and warm, yet he slides so easily in and out. He groans and squeezes your ass, careful to not make it too hard, before he gradually picks up his pace.

You’re a garbling mess. You’re drooling on his neck and shoulder, panting and moaning, whimpering profanities and praises as Childe fucks your sweet cunt—as a thief who broke into your home fucks you.

“So good, so good, so good,” you cry. “‘m coming. ‘m coming.”

“Me too,” Childe groans. “Me too, holy shit. Fuckfuckfuck.”

The room is filled with the background noise of the TV and the fireplace crackling, but also with the sound of your wet pussy squelching from Childe’s constant thrusts. More and more, he keeps going until your legs squeeze and your cunt clamps tightly around his length. He feels another slickness coat his cock, and he knows you’ve come.

“Shit. Fuck, you feel so good. I’m coming,” Childe groans.

After a few more thrusts, Childe becomes sloppy and his hips stutter. He feels his cum coat the inside of your walls and slide down his length, forming a ring that drips down from your pussy and all over his pelvis and balls.

“Mm, thank you, Mr. Thief,” he hears you grumble.

Then, your body gets heavy.

Childe is left breathing heavily under you until he gathers his strength to hoist you off and rest you on the couch. It’s crazy. You’re dead asleep again, as if nothing ever happened.

Childe cleans himself up and trashes the napkin into a trash can in the kitchen before cleaning you next. You mumble and talk in your sleep, your words mixed between the words “thief” and “good.” Childe smirks. He knows enough to know what you’re talking about.

When everything is back to what it was, he grabs the sack and wine and heads out the door, back into the blizzard. Next time, he thinks, he’d be sure to pay you another visit. Next time, maybe he’d bring a friend.

#[ 📌 smut ]#genshin impact x you #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #childe smut #tartaglia smut #ajax x reader #childe x reader #childe genshin x reader

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multifandomwriter5 · 3 years ago

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blood, sweat and dirt | battison x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, angst, and fluff, and very unedited, thats pretty much it loll

description: bruce comes home covered in blood and sees you pacing around the room... best friends to lovers trope

a.n omg so i watched the batman the other day and im obsessed, rob and zoë were amazing. there's no spoilers for the movie and i dont think i used any pronouns, lmk how u like the fic and also lmk if you want a part 2 cuz i have some ideas lol

part 2 part 3

bruce wayne had been your best friend for as long as you can remember, your parents had been close, they had worked together so you and bruce had spent countless days together as kids, you were there for him when his parents passed. you were there for him when no one else was, even when he would lose his temper, you'd always be there for him because you know deep down he's still that little boy who lost his parents all those years ago.

it had been 3 days, 3 days since you last saw bruce, since you last talked to him, which wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't actively trying to avoid you. key word... trying, you decided that you would go to the wayne manor as soon as you got off work and see what has been going on to make him so distance lately.

you finished work around 10 and made your way to the manor, alfred let you in with an anxious look on his face, he was never very good at lying to you and he knew your stubbornness "he's not home y/n," alfred told you, you wondered where the hell he could possibly be at this time of night when he rarely leaves during the day "can i wait for him please," you asked although you both know it wasn't really a question "of course y/n, you may wait as long as you please, though he may be a while," he informed you, the anxious look still placed on his face.

you waited, and waited, and waited, and then finally at almost 1 in the morning you heard the door swing open and and then slam shut seconds later, you jumped to your feet practically running over to him, you gasped at the sight in front of you, bruce wayne in the batman suit covered in blood, sweat and dirt, he turned to you eyes wide "y/n, what the hell are you doing here," it sounded like he was trying to yell but his voice came out all ragged, you walked around him slowly, your eyes becoming teary at the sight, worry replaced all the previous anger and annoyance as he stared down at you.

you felt like you couldn't speak, for one, your life long best friend is the batman, and he was standing in front of you all bloody and hurt, oh god, he must be in so much pain. you quickly ran to the main bathroom downstairs and grabbed the first aid kit you knew would be there and ran back to where he was now sitting at the kitchen table.

"bruce," you spoke as you sat on the floor in front of him, he looked at you, anxiety, you placed the emotion on his bruised up face "i'm gonna need you to take the suit off please," you knew in any other circumstance he would laugh and make some inappropriate joke about you wanting to see him strip, but this was not the time and you both knew it, so instead he stood up and you helped him take the suit off.

you went to work on his cuts, they were scattered everywhere, thankfully there was only a couple deep ones that would need to be stitched up, you cleaned them all, starting from his abdomen slowly making your way up to his face. he watched you the whole time, neither of you spoke, you were to focused and he had no idea what he was going to tell you, there was no lie he could come up with as to why he came home in a batman suit covered in blood, the truth was out and now you could be in danger because of him and he was terrified, he couldn't lose you too.

"are you ok?" you asked, not knowing what else to say

"it's nothing i can't handle," he said taking his eyes off you to stare at the wall. it was silent for a couple minutes before he spoke again "i wanted to tell you," he said "then why didn't you?" "i was... am, scared, it's too dangerous, i didn't want anything to happen to you, you mean too much to me," he admitted, still not looking at you, bruce wasn't one to open up often, but you knew he was hurting and you hated that you couldn't do anything to stop it "i thought you got bored of me, that you didn't want me around anymore," he looked at you then, he had been so worried about your safety he didn't even realize he was pushing you away "i'm so sorry y/n" he said and you noticed the tears threatening to spill in his own eyes, you didn't say anything, you just moved closer to him, hesitating before wrapping your arms gently around his neck, not wanting to hurt him, he pulled you closer, his arms tightened around you waist, it was strange, bruce was never one for physical affection, you enjoyed his embrace, you felt safe.

when he pulled away you were sad to let go but he looked at you with in a way you'd never seen before and you weren't sure what it meant, you stared at each other with the same intense look until you felt his lips on yours, it was unexpected and you weren't sure it would even count as a kiss, his lips barely brushed against yours, waiting for some sort of approval or invitation so you closed the gap, your lips moving together as if it was muscle memory, as soon as it happened it had stopped when you heard something scratch the floor you both pulled away "uhm, i was just getting some water," it was alfred, you and bruce both laughed together and for a split second it felt like you were kids again laughing at some inside joke only the two of you were in on, alfed smiled and left the room with a quiet goodnight "it's late," you said "stay," he said looking at you again "ok," you nodded.

you followed bruce to his room, watched him as he grabbed an extra pair of sweats and t-shirt from his closet handing them to you, you took them with a smile saying thank you before going into his massive bathroom that was more like a spa, you decided to take a shower since you hadn't been home since before work, then changed into his clothes that were definitely too big for you but you didn't care.

you crawled into bed next to bruce and he turned over to you groaning with pain, "im okay," he said when he saw the worry on your face, you didn't believe him but nodded anyway "come here," he whispered in a low voice, you moved closer to hime and he wrapped his arms around you again.

"i don't like seeing you hurt," you said into his chest "i know... i know," he sighed placing a kiss atop your head "sleep now, we have tomorrow to talk," he said, it was nearing 3 and he knew you had questions, but he also knew you were tired, and so you did, you both did.

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bladeydp · 8 months ago

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I only learned about this shameful affair a few months after the release of Fake Worlds End in late 2023. In this post, I will describe what happened and my subjective opinion of lunariamv as an active domestic Charon fan on the Internet.

First let's understand who lunariamv is. lunariamv is an online game maker (active on Tumblr and tiktok) who has been reviled by charon fans overseas for pirated charon games. lunariamv started out as a painter, but one day he started to imitate charon's games. At first, it was just the imitation of the painting style, and then gradually began to copy the original. lunariamv's Doom Stones is a direct copy of charon's Makoto Mobius. Not long ago, lunariamv copied Mikoto Nikki again.

Now let's talk about my personal feelings

My favorite charon character is Mikio from Makoto Mobius. I've only been active on Twitter for six months now. The first time I saw the Doom Stones CG I naively thought it was some unfinished work by charon. And then I was misled, like an idiot, and I posted it on Twitter. Later, under the explanation of the Internet fans, I found that what I saw was something contrary to heaven. (I ended up deleting that tweet because it was disgusting to think of copycat stuff as a family thing) and lunariamv drew Mikio as a man...

lunariamv, don't you get it? The decision to change the original in order to make it look less identical is disgusting...)

(" I don't Want People Who are hindering Me to Interact with Me "is like a thief declaring that he is stealing from people around him and not to stop him.) He claims to be artistic and aesthetic without any consideration for anything else, like A saying to B: "I like your dress, but you will be mediocre without it, so I will get the same dress as you." Let me make my position clear: I do not oppose those who learn from charon's painting style, and the later development of painting style depends on the reference in the early stage. But isn't it a little cheeky to copy the plot? lunariamv claims to be a charon fan, but she would rather draw a fan map of her own game than a fan map of charon's own character. In addition, lunariamv's early works were found to have been copied by overseas charon fans.

Like Matsuri? That's right, because lunariamv doesn't make people.

However, lunariamv explained the plagiarism: "I didn't do it intentionally, it was just for fun."

One day I robbed your house of every penny left, and when I finally tell you, "I didn't mean to rob your house, it was just for fun," you will be happy.

Why are you calling this guy Mikio? You probably know that I like Mikio, and I think you're getting back at me and the other Charon fans, right? lunariamv, I should have known you had no shame.

And this guy is trying to mislead his uninformed fans by branding his game as a Charon game.

lunariamv posted a video of herself playing the game she copied from Charon on YouTube. lunariamv's YouTube account:

I argued with him in the comments section of YouTube and was met with sophistry:

Even if you have no business purpose, no intention of making a profit, but you have done such a reckless thing, especially against the Charon group, lunariamv, I just want to ask you, is your conscience being eaten by a dog? You don't talk back to other fans, you don't talk back to me, you use the law as a shield when I'm judging, do you really think the world revolves around you?

So I went to tumblr to argue with this asshole. Continue to expose this guy's evil deeds under this guy's blog, and then he responded to me like this:

Who gave you the courage to be a thief and scold me for exposing your ugly face? First: No one listens to your guile, your guile is against ethics. Second, other fans are helping me. I only look at the facts. Third: I am 18 years old. I was diagnosed with ADHD as a child and had symptoms of delusional disorder. But I'm not retarded. I think lunariamv's comments have violated my right to personal dignity, mocking me as childish, retarded, and incapable of respecting others. No, have you ever respected other fans who come to you to talk to you alone? (There are private messages from overseas fans about how this guy's stolen work compares to the original, but this guy doesn't reply) Do you respect Charon? You're talking about respect here?

Not only was I scolded, but lunariamv wrote a short essay in order to "repay" my exposure:

The original link:

(I have three requirements for you :1. Stop infringing 2. Delete the works that involve plagiarism 3. A public apology to Charon makes it spam?)Stop using the law as an excuse. I've seen that too many times before, "I don't take Inspiration as my own," and when you posted your last rip-off and shamelessly called it original, how did I tweet it back at you?

Just because you acknowledge and praise the original work doesn't mean you can copy it, but if you acknowledge and praise the renovation of my home, you can pick the door lock of my home? What bandit logic...) How can you proudly compare yourself to everything in the world? A: Do you think in other people's shoes? Don't you ignore other fans when they explain to you calmly? In my private letter to you, I just repeatedly emphasized my three demands. Did I verbally attack you? Isn't it true that you plagiarized? (" I'll Take Criticism with a grain of Salt, "and then you posted this quibbling essay.)

"You want the same thing as Charon, Please don't expect it," Then you don't fucking get involved with Charon, you can't be original? Your work is too misleading, and some Charon fans who don't know the truth have begun to defend you, really fucking "Congratulations, congratulations" ah)(you have violated the bottom line of Charon and Charon fans again and again, my evaluation is either apologize or delete the number roll, pretend what big tail Wolf)

This guy played Fake Worlds End and still insists he didn't plagiarize, knowing Charon went through a plagiarism scandal and still plagiarized, so it's a little cheeky to defend herself, right?

By the way, this guy is already copying mix ore.

Finally, I gave it to lunariamv with one of our famous Chinese poems. Anyway, that guy doesn't understand the broad and profound Chinese culture.

《诗经·彼阳》

彼阳若至，初升东曦。

绯雾飒蔽，似幕绡绸。

彼阳篝碧，雾霂涧滁。

赤石冬溪，似玛瑙潭。

彼阳晚意，暖梦似乐。

寐游浮沐，若雉飞舞。

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maiverie · 3 years ago

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OPEN SESAME ┊ ft. lee heeseung — CHAPTER ONE.

some doors are better left unopened.

SYNOPSIS. you are uncontrollably, helplessly, and tragically in love with your roommate, heeseung. one night, desperate to learn more about him, you sneak inside his room and discover the reason why he always seems to keep his door closed. and then you realise that some doors, no matter how tempting, are better left unopened.

PAIRING. lee heeseung x fem!reader

GENRES. romance, comedy, crack, fluff, raunchy

AU(S). hot roommate heeseung in a robe, “you have a fat crush on your roommate and he likes to tease you about it” au, crack galore

WARNINGS. swearing, suggestive content, references to sex (!!), teasing/lots of second-hand embarrassment

A/N. this is my debut story on tumblr! i’m super excited & nervous ;-; i think i’ll continue with lots of enhypen content, so please support this if u enjoy it! :>

chapter one

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there are so many things to hate about the apartment.

it’s located in an infamously dangerous neighbourhood.

the faucets are leaky.

the elevator has been out of order for months now.

and the rent? the fucking rent? dear lord, it's insultingly expensive.

it doesn’t make much sense for you to live there, especially not since you’re a broke graduate with nothing but a ghastly amount of debt to your name.

you are, to put so blatantly, broke as fuck.

realistically, you could solve your financial issues and resurrect the state of your bank account with a simple google search and an hour of your time. your best friends don't let you forget this, for they have echoed the same chorus of incessant nagging. your parents, too, have sighed loudly, rolled their eyes and coated their words thick with disapproval for your so-called profligate lifestyle and your reckless spending.

yada yada yada, it’s all the same.

to be honest, you don’t even know why they try, because they know their words fall on deaf ears.

their loving words slip through one ear and out the other like a child on a waterslide.

why? because you already know all that.

you know you could find a better apartment if you wanted to.

one that didn't cost a limb and one that was closer to your job.

heck, you could probably move back into your parents’ home if you really wanted.

and yet, you don't.

somehow, against all rationality, you slave the hours away at your dead-end job and, month after month, you scrape the money from the bottom of your bank account like stubborn burnt grease at the base of a pan.

in all honesty, you don't care about the crime in the neighbourhood, or the leaky faucets, or the sad state of the electric box you've never once stepped foot inside.

in fact, you've convinced yourself that the apartment is charming in its own ways.

you like to think that the narrow, dark, cold paveway that leads to the front door of your apartment complex is just the perfect setting for some alone time. sure, you’ve caught suspiciously creepy men dressed in dark clothing follow you down the street, but hey, so what if you have to jog a little? you’ve been meaning to exercise anyway.

you’ve also convinced yourself that even if you were robbed of all your precious belongings on your way home (and at this rate, you most definitely will be), it’d be a good thing, because you’ve been meaning to do some decluttering anyway!

also, yes, you totally love how you have to desperately jimmy your keys into the lock of your front door and hurriedly shove yourself inside. you also love how you take extra caution to ensure nobody has followed behind you—you think it exercises your problem-solving skills. who doesn't love brain stimulating activities?

honestly, the free iq brain exercises are nothing compared to the way you have to make begrudgingly heavy stomps up several—like, seriously several—flights of stairs because the apartment managers have been too lazy and unbothered to repair the elevator.

again—free gym.

it's all about perspective, you like to think, and the glass has always been half-full to you.

but of course, the aspects you most enjoy about your living arrangement are the few shy shuffles you take once you've reached the floor of your apartment... and your fingers are wrapped tightly around the cold metal of the door knob... and you push your way through the door... and you're greeted by your... roommate.

it's very possible and likely you could be robbed on the way back to your apartment one day.

rot, mold and structural damage are all well-documented complications of a leaky faucet.

your pathetically miniscule leg muscles are probably going to need months of restorative physiotherapy to heal from all the stair climbing.

but who cares? who the fuck cares? you certainly don’t. you will continue to gladly pay the unreasonably high rent.

you just don't care.

you really, truly, wholeheartedly do not give a flying fuck.

why?

what is the reason for this insanity? this blasphemy? this pea-brained, imbecilic, inane, financially horrendous decision?

the answer is simple: your roommate.

your roommate.

your stupid freaking roommate.

your incredibly, intoxicatingly, unbelievably irresistible roommate.

he is so sexy.

he is so fucking sexy.

you were knee-deep in shit the day you met him.

it had been a few months ago, when your lovely mother called you a lazy, ungrateful genetic error and tossed you out of your childhood home like yesterday's trash.

you miserably roamed the hallways of your university that day, looking for a new home. you were desperate and cold and the person who printed the first rent ad you saw included a picture of a really cute dog you wanted to pet.

a corgi.

you were already sold.

you remember cooing at the animal's beady little eyes. though you knew it was just an image of an animal that didn't know your existence or do anything but lick its own ass, you still felt like it had been calling your name through the ink. it reminded you of the dog you had when you were younger—cute, small and unassuming. the second you had given it a name, stuart, you felt the chambers of your heart thicken with love and you had snatched the paper in your hands, to dial the number listed on the ad with a hopeful smile.

however, you didn’t just get to meet a cute little dog.

you met its owner, too.

in fact, you met a man for whom you would get on your four limbs and bark for.

you couldn’t believe it was possible to be envious of a literal dog, but this was suddenly conceivable since you had learned that the man that posted the ad was god’s finest work.

heeseung. his name was heeseung.

he was a hot man. nay, he was more than that—he was the fucking sun. he was your entire solar system. he was a lean, charming man who smelled like a garden blessed by fairies. you had committed many sins in your life, but he had a smile that ascended you to the higher gods and convinced you were being welcomed by ethereal, angelic beings. eyes warm like a golden sunset. a voice that seeped into the labyrinth of your ears like honey. it gently tapped against your eardrums, mimicking the sounds of your pounding heart.

wow.

he was just… wow.

the first time you had met him, he had been standing by the door, eyeing you with a curious stare. he didn’t seem to mind the fact that there was a single white towel wrapped scandalously around his torso, nor the fact that he showcased his entirely bare upper body.

you knew you were in trouble when your eyes shadowed the outline of his chiselled body and you sucked a deep breath between your teeth, overcome by the heat trickling to your cheeks. you knew those broad shoulders, those well-built arms and his well-defined chest almost blinded you. scratch that, they definitely blinded you. your optometrist was going to be so baffled at your worsening prescription.

you weren't normally the type to fall so hard for men, especially ones that you had only just met, but he hit you like a train pummelling down the tracks. you had been beginning to lose your hope in the male population when this beautiful man smiled at you—he smiled, making your toes curl and your heart burst like a balloon. damn. you definitely wanted a taste of his lips. you wondered if he tasted sweet like candy, or smoky like whiskey.

either way, you wanted more than a taste—you wanted a bite.

"hi," was the first word he said that fateful day, and you swore you saw literal fireworks as his smile reached his eyes and you felt a compromising wobble in your knees.

he cordially welcomed you inside and sat you down in his living room. he quizzed you with a string of questions aimed to determine whether or not you'd make a good roommate. he asked you about your previous place of residence (parents' basement), your standard of cleanliness (honestly rats would be disgusted by you) and if you had a deathly allergy to dogs (would he just shut the fuck up and kiss you already?).

you were shy that day, and it definitely didn't help that the man was unbothered by his attire, or lack thereof. he trusted that towel with his life, you thought. it took a hefty amount of self-control to not brazenly admire the man's physique, but you willed through and kept your eyes trained to his, with what little sanity you had left controlling the strings of your vocal cords like a puppet master.

the man had been pleasantly surprised with your answers. even you were quite proud of yourself for keeping it together and not disintegrating into a pile of mush.

the tour around the apartment he gave you revealed the life of a very clean, organised and pleasant man. he kept his space tidy. you had the preconceived notion that most men were disgusting pigs, but he did his due laundry and you even learned that he liked to cook. husband material.

you remember seeing the kitchen, the living room, and the place that would soon be your room, though interestingly he never showed you his. the words he spoke that day are still vivid in your memory—“i don’t normally leave the door open,” he said. “but if you open it, just remember that it won’t close.”

you definitely didn’t understand what he had meant by that, but his godly face was enough to get you to instantly agree to move in. and just a few weeks later, you did just that—you found yourself standing in front of his door once more, a box in your hands, wondering what the next few months had in store for you.

so, uh, yes, you can live with the crime rate and the leaky faucets and the useless elevator and the squeaky doors and the one time you're pretty sure you saw cockroaches run away from the apartment because it meant you had a front-row seat view of the man of your dreams.

in fact, for the first few weeks, your roommate heeseung had been perfectly courteous. you admit, you did feel the initial awkwardness that often accompanied a sudden transition from strangers to roommates, but you eventually found yourself sitting across from him on the dining table engaging in diplomatic conversation. you mostly talked about your favourite tv shows. and had arguments about whether or not milk or cereal should be poured first. he’s certainly a violent psychopath for liking his cornflakes soggy, but his cute face makes up for it.

during these times, you'd munch on the toast he'd butter for you and you'd try your best to not swoon so loudly, so shamelessly, but you have to admit you were as loud as ambulatory sirens. how could you not when the man refused to wear normal clothes? when he wasn’t wearing a towel around his waist, he was wearing a white robe. and somehow, a robe was so much worse—he’d leave just the right amount of upper chest and lower leg, and his hair was always wet, and he’d smell like shampoo, and damn fuck, your mama didn’t raise you to be the kind of person to be sexually attracted to the scent of shampoo but here you were.

you were simping.

you were down bad.

so.

fucking.

bad.

to make matters worse, you felt like he relished in watching you stumble over the words in your sentences or stammer like a broken record, because he'd stare at you with a teasing glint in his eyes, bright enough that you’d wanted to sink into the ground. the worst of it all was his boundless arsenal of seductive smirks and smiles and stares, ones with their own inflections and tiny complexities, like they all spoke nonverbal conversation.

nevertheless, you had learned to cherish these few moments, because barring the peaceful breakfasts you shared with him, he'd spend a lot of his time inside his room.

you were quick to realise that heeseung is actually quite a private person—at least, the type to leave his door closed at any given second of the day. even a few weeks into living with him, you realise you have never actually seen the interior of his room—and this lets your wildest imagination fester.

what the hell is in there?

you’re still wondering even to this day.

dead bodies? no, no, your beautiful, sexy man wouldn’t do that.

a secret sex dungeon? okay, probably not. haha, unless…?

a drug stash? maybe he’s a drug dealer. you should stop. now you’re just being crazy.

actually, when you think about it, you realise you don’t even know what he does for a living. you don’t know much about heeseung. you know these silly little tidbits, like the fact that he likes stuffing his face with ramen, or that he hates mint chocolate, but you don't really know him.

you don’t know his fears. his dreams. his inspirations. his astrology sign.

and damn it, as his future wife, you should probably know these things!

but you know what? this ignorance ends today.

today, you’re determined to learn more about him.

you’re finally going to have a peek behind that door.

it works in your favour that today’s your day off work, and you’re so grateful to be granted a break from tedious audit data processing at a firm nobody cares about.

instead of mind-numbing boredom, you feel nothing but exhilaration expanding against the walls of your veins. as you lie in your bed and stare up at the oyster white ceiling above you, you hear the distant sounds of heeseung busying himself away for breakfast.

a homely aroma of bacon and eggs wafts in the air and circulates around your room—if the smell wasn’t mouth-watering enough, you guess that your hot roommate is probably cooking breakfast while wearing another one of his sexy ass robes.

heeseung in a robe.

soft white cotton, firm skin, wet skin—stretched across a sweeping figure of taut muscles, smothered beneath the material.

you groan loudly at this thought, and suffocate your face with one of your pillows. you want to roll around in your sheets like a crazy teenage girl and scream. you’ve never had such sinful thoughts of a man before, and it’s absolutely mortifying. sure, cute men have caught your eye in public before, but nobody has ever sustained so much of your devotion for so long.

it’s the very essence of said devotion that allows you to rise to your feet and stretch your limbs. the abhorring reflection of yourself in the mirror makes you wince, and suddenly heeseung’s lack of affection for you begins to make sense. to form some semblance of togetherness, you change into socially acceptable clothes and pat your hair into a shape that doesn’t reflect a bird’s nest, only to find yourself out of the room within minutes.

your open door welcomes a short hallway, and with just a few shuffles along the passageway, you eventually enter the living room and find your eyes blessed with the greatest sight in the universe.

you can’t tell what’s more sizzling hot—heeseung or the bacon.

either way, they’re both yummy.

you should be well-accustomed to the sight of heeseung on a saturday morning by now, but nothing about this is easy to wrap your head around. you’re still swooning at the sight of him leaning against the kitchen counter, in all his white bathrobe glory. it’s usual for his back to be facing you because you know he enjoys staring straight out the window above the sink, with his back touching the marble countertop and his two arms on the surface to keep him anchored.

sometimes, you feel like you’re interrupting his movie.

a distant tune from the radio is playing, and you instantly recognise it. who isn’t familiar with bruno mars’ new release, leave the door open?

“…smooth like a newborn,” heeseung sings to the tune on the radio. even when he’s only half-singing his voice sounds like an angel’s. in these times, you don’t know which you think is more beautiful—his face or his voice. the man’s too perfect for your own good.

“we should be dancin’, romancin’, inner eat wings, and then wear rings—”

you snort.

god, he’s butchering the lyrics again.

“heeseung,” you call out gently. “the lyrics are dancin’, romancin’, in the east wing and the west wing,” you snort again, words laced with amusement.

the sudden sound of your voice prompts heeseung to lean off the counter and turn around to face you with a stunning smile.

oh.

dear.

god.

when your eyes meet, your heart clenches and your stomach mangles into a knot because it pains you to be reminded of how pretty he is. the sun’s rays seep through the glass from behind and make him look like he has an outer glow. god’s playing favourites.

he scrunches his nose and shakes his head, chuckling. “damn. i messed it up again, didn’t i?”

yes you did, but it’s okay, you beautiful son of a bitch. you keep your cool and shake your head solemnly. ��you didn’t just mess it up—you absolutely botched it.”

“wow, i didn't realise i was speaking to the song lyrics police.”

“yup,” you grin. “and i’m arresting you for blatantly disrespecting the music industry and my poor ears.” but not my eyes.

heeseung squints at you while smiling. “ah, there’s nothing that ruins a saturday morning more than getting arrested by your roommate after making her a nice plate of bacon and eggs.”

his joke makes you stifle a laugh, until eventually all sounds simmer down into the gentle sizzling of bacon over oil.

there’s a part of you that wishes you could have continued bantering like this, though you remind yourself that even being able to speak around him without shitting your pants has taken several months’ worth of courage.

when you first moved in, you’re pretty sure you had the personality of a boiled potato. and now… well, now you’re not really sure of your vegetable equivalent, but it’s something just a tad more spicy. probably capsicum.

you drag yourself away from your strange inner monologue and slide into a stool at the kitchen counter. discreetly, you pull out your phone and under the pretence of texting friends you definitely don’t have, you try not to make it obvious when you sneak a few glances at him.

your stare must not feel so heavy, because heeseung slips back into his default mode and continues to cook. he even makes two mugs of coffee for the both of you and soon enough, you find your favourite kind of breakfast cooked by your favourite kind of chef placed in front of you.

golden strips and perfectly poached white clouds.

“oh, you’re not eating?” you ask, noticing there’s only one plate and it’s yours. heeseung eyes you from across the counter and sips his coffee, shaking his head.

“i’m heading into work early,” he explains, slowly tipping the rest of the coffee into his mouth. you shouldn’t, but you watch the movement of his neck and the way his adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows the liquid.

you gulp.

you need to stop staring.

“by the way, um…” you shake your head to dismiss your thoughts and shove a few bites in your mouth, “what, um… what exactly do you do for work?”

heeseung swallows the last of his coffee and settles the mug down onto the counter. he curls a brow at you and feigns an insulted scoff. “do you really not know?”

you don’t recall him ever telling you. well, you have the biggest crush on the man—you’re pretty fucking sure you’d remember if he’d told you.

“no?”

he then rests both his hands along the edge of the counter and leans forward. you try not to notice the way the movement makes his arm muscles flex. “guess.”

guess?

your best guess is that he works full-time at being ceo of sexiness.

“uh… um… teacher?” you laugh nervously, eating more of the food just so you have something to do. mr lee. as if anybody would be able to concentrate if he was their teacher.

heeseung smirks, shaking his head. “try again.”

your chewing slows. “spy? you’re definitely a spy,” you joke. “i bet you go around doing illegal missions and stuff.”

heeseung stifles a laugh. “what?” he leans back, peels his hands off the counter and folds them across his chest. “teacher, spy, what’s next? a vampire?”

“okay, fine,” you frown. so maybe your guesses aren’t very informed at all. it’s not really your fault that heeseung hasn’t told you much about himself, so there’s not very much baseline information to go off.

“a banker?”

“no.”

“a doctor?”

“no.”

“a… model?”

you’re blushing now. he definitely has the looks and the body to be a model.

“no,” heeseung chuckles, “but i guess i did a few modelling shots here and there in college.”

he says it so casually like every college student does. you merely nod and resume eating, though you take a mental note to hunt down these photoshoots later when he leaves the apartment.

“anyway,” his eyes flit past you as he glances at the wall-mounted clock. “i should go get ready.”

already?

you open your mouth to protest, only for your eyes to meet. heeseung cocks his head to the side and smirks, reaching over with one hand. you instantly freeze at the sight of his approaching fingers when suddenly, he swipes the side of your lip with a finger.

and then he places the finger back inside his mouth.

what.

the.

fuck.

he licks the remaining of what you assume was food stuck to your mouth. he licks his lips, head bobbing. “maybe i’m a chef, because whatever was just in my mouth tasted real good.”

you’re frozen merely from the contact of his skin, though he’s standing straight now. he saunters over toward his room when suddenly he freezes, calling your name over shoulder.

“y-yes?” you blink at him rapidly, maintaining as much composure as you can.

“you’re home alone today, aren’t you?”

you quickly nod your head.

“good,” he smiles gently. “somebody’s coming over to fix the heater.”

he points toward the door with a thumb.

“so don’t let anyone in my room, okay?”

don’t let anyone in my room, okay?

heeseung’s gone for work.

so now it’s time to put your plan into motion.

you know you’re probably violating his privacy and the binding covenant between two roommates, but… well, he never technically asked you to not come in. he never forbid you from doing this.

and now that you’re the only one home and the only one responsible for looking after heeseung’s adorable dog, what if little stuart’s favourite toy is in there? it’d be cruel of you to let her live a day without her precious chew toy. what if you’re left to watch her jump up and down on her poor little paws to reach the door handle? you’re not the biggest fan of animal abuse.

you cast a cursory glance at the tiny dog bed in the corner of the living room and see the animal peacefully sleeping. okay, okay, stuart, i’ll go in there since you keep insisting.

with a brave heart and a small mantra of self-encouragement to accompany you, you finally lace your hand around the metal door knob.

and you turn it.

click.

the door opens.

you will yourself to breathe.

this is it.

this is the truth.

you wonder how deliciously refreshing the truth will taste, especially since ignorance feels awfully sour on the tongue. okay, fine, you’ll admit that there’s a part of you that surpasses the simple desire to learn more about heeseung, because truthfully, the thrill of danger will always be exciting.

will you find something you’re not supposed to?

is there more to heeseung than he leads on?

such questions must be the reason for which your heart mangles itself at the centre of your throat, especially once you lift your head and finally take your first gaze into his room.

you halt.

heeseung’s room is…

normal.

very normal, actually.

almost… underwhelmingly normal.

you blink in confusion and open the door even wider, stepping inside to examine the very heart of his being carefully.

okay, so he’s got a decently-sized bed, a bookshelf, and probably more things shoved deeper into the depths of his closet—such objects are awfully ordinary and unimpressive, thus eliciting a rush of bewilderment within you.

now you just feel silly.

gently shutting the door behind yourself, you waddle inside and inhale the crisp scent of his cologne, magnetically floating toward his bookshelf. scrutinising the various titles and genres of the books he’s purchased, you try to gather as much information about heeseung as possible.

he knows how to read: check.

he knows how to purchase a book: check.

he… he owns a bookshelf: check.

damn, this was not the quest you were expecting.

you weren’t exactly anticipating to be slaying dragons and saving princesses inside these four walls, but, well, you thought there was something spicy here. something worthy enough for heeseung to tell you not to allow anybody inside. something worthy enough for heeseung to always keep the door shut.

but this?

this?

this sucks.

whirling around with disinterest, you look at his bed, and naturally your eyes drift toward the bed-side dresser. it’s a short-legged, mahogany piece of furniture, with three drawers that you crouch beside. you reach out to yank open the topmost drawer before you halt, realising that you probably have absolutely no right to do this.

sure, you can wonder if there’s a secret sex dungeon in your roommate’s room, but you’re probably in no position to snoop around in his belongings.

with a sigh, you erect yourself and turn toward the door to leave, halting once you hear a noise.

you hear a fucking noise.

what is that noise?

the apartment door opening.

cursing loudly, you dash toward the bedroom door, ready to leap outside the scene of crime, stopped instantly once you perceive a voice on the other side.

it’s heeseung.

he’s calling out your name.

fuck fuck fuck.

fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

your roommate is literally outside in the living room and you’re in his bedroom.

the utter dread in your chest prompts your hands to fly to your hair as you frantically comb between the threads. you pace around frantically, though the walls feel like they’re closing in on you and your death is inevitable.

when he finds out you’re here, he’s going to kill you.

he’s definitely going to slaughter your ass.

he’s going to murder you and let your guts splatter across the walls.

you’ll die young and unaccomplished and smelling like bacon.

okay, okay. okay. calm down, calm down, calm down, you chant to yourself.

your lips form a circle as you pump air in and out of your lungs like a puffed out sumo wrestler.

breathe, bacon girl, breathe!

you shouldn’t at all be surprised by this result, especially since you’re well-acquainted with your tendency to make terrible decisions.

if there’s one thing you excel in, it’s being a dumbass—you’ve microwaved countless spoons. you’ve spent hours and hours trying to find your favourite pair of shorts only to realise that you were already wearing them. you’ve countlessly mistaken the crack on your phone screen as hair and tried to pick it off. once, you even tried to unscrew a lightbulb that was already turned on.

you’re dumb and stupid and make even dumber and stupider decisions.

and perhaps this will explain your next move.

you reach into the pits of your pockets and fish out your phone, instantaneously allowing your fingers to fly across the digital keyboard without a second thought.

hey, you text heeseung. could you please leave the apartment and go buy some milk—

you stop texting once heeseung’s reply message pops up.

the guy isn’t coming to fix the heater anymore, he replied. i rescheduled for next week. where are you?

you immediately erase your last message and type in a new one. at work. they suddenly called me in.

you’re quite pleased for thinking so suddenly on your feet, but your smile vanishes as quickly as your fingers had sent the message.

why the fuck did you say that? now he’s going to expect you to walk into the apartment door later in the day. he’s going to expect you to “return home from work”.

and to think you couldn’t get any dumber.

groaning to yourself, you whip your head around desperately in the room, wondering if there’s anywhere to hide.

as if on cue, heeseung is relentless. you hear him shuffle closer toward his bedroom door, prompting you to dash toward his closet. you reach over to open the closet doors when you suddenly halt, before turning around completely and dropping yourself onto the floor.

you roll across the floor and into the space underneath his bed.

and heeseung’s door slams open.

instantly holding your breath, you shut your eyes tightly and pray he can’t see you. as the bed is situated in the corner of the room, you slowly inch closer and closer toward the corner, far from the rest of the room.

fuck.

this is, by far, the worst decision you’ve ever made.

you should have listened to heeseung and not let curiosity get ahold of you—there’s an old saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’, but now you wonder why it was never ‘curiosity bit the cat in the ass and now the cat is hiding underneath a man’s bed and holy fuck you can see the man’s feet and the man’s feet are approaching you and they’re coming closer and closer and closer and—’

a phone rings.

you freeze.

is that yours?

you pray it’s not yours.

“hello?”

oh thank god, it’s not yours.

you watch heeseung’s feet carefully, paying to the direction they point in. he seems to be facing the bed at first, until he eventually twirls himself around and takes a seat on the bed. there are not enough words in the world to articulate the true magnitude of royally screwed you are.

you are doomed.

you will either wait until your roommate discovers that you’re hiding underneath his bed, or you will die and leave your skeletons here to rot.

either way, heeseung most definitely is not going to return your feelings.

to be continued.

author’s note: hiii thank you so much for reading!! i really hope you liked it :> i’m kinda scared since this is my first time posting on tumblr (and for enhypen) so i would really appreciate ur support via liking + reblogging ;-; i’m super new around here & definitely looking for friends hehe so please don't be afraid to interact!! anyway this is an old-ish story that i've edited, altho i’m definitely coming out w more enhypen content if u liked this one!! :D <3

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