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corkinavoid · 1 day ago
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For @astermagnolia, to 'Navigating' by Twenty One Pilots,
DPxDC Everybody Leaves
Damian always knew he was there.
From the very moment his eyes dimmed and his body went limp under Damian's hands, he knew that, in reality, he never went anywhere. He stayed, always in the corner of his eye, on the tip of his fingertips, on the brink of his dreams, looking back at him through the reflection in the mirror.
Always just out of reach.
And yet, when Damian missteps, when a bright blast of a laser is only inches away from his chest, when his eyes widen and he knows he won't make it out this time, he is still genuinely surprised to suddenly find another person in between him and his death.
The blast hits Danyal square in the chest, but the boy doesn't sway in the slightest. Damian would have been impressed; he would, really, if he didn't know his brother was dead. If the sight of him, standing in front of Damian, didn't cause his mind to come to a whirring stop.
"You can't take him," Danyal speaks, or maybe growls, the words coming from somewhere deep in his chest, "He can't leave."
And there's something off in his voice - not in the low, menacing way he speaks but in the frenzied panic that's seeping through every word. Damian, against his better judgment, reaches forward, trying to touch his brother's shoulder, but even before he does, the boy snaps his head to him.
And, oh, Damian sees what's wrong.
His brother's eyes are wide, toxic green and glowing, and full of fear, the one you see in a cornered animal. When one wrong move can turn all that scared, anxious tension into a sharp, angry lunge full of fury.
"You can't leave," Danyal repeats quieter this time, but his whisper is almost pleading, "Everyone leaves, I know they do, but not you, you can't-" and then, the frantic mess of words is cut off like someone flipped a switch, and Danyal's face smoothes out in less than a moment.
The cold, calculated ice fills his eyes, and the boy straightens up. His hair, dark like Damian's own, somehow glitches like a bad video recording, going between black and white but settling on white after a moment.
"I won't let you," he says, and there's no more fear or pleading in his voice. Instead, it's calm and eerie, offhanded even, like the boy is merely stating a fact.
Damian blinks, the words stuck in his throat.
He has a whole family of vigilantes around him, he grew up in the League, he is a part of a superhero team. He knows there are people who would throw themselves in danger for the sake of his life without a second thought, and he knows he would do the same, even if he is never going to admit to it out loud.
But not a single one of them ever made it feel like a promise, an unbreakable vow.
Danyal turns away from him, facing the battlefield.
He takes a deep breath.
And screams.
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Okay, so the idea was that Danny (reincarnated or just dropped off in the DC universe somehow to become Damian's twin) had died at the hands of Damian long ago, but never left his side even in death. I was coming from the Ultimate Enemy bad ending, which means Danny is literally slipping into insanity over losing his loved ones.
Hence, Danny going into a feral protective rage over Damian because he is a traumatized, two times dead boy who just wants his family to stay with him.
And now I'm tryin' to hold onto you 'cause everybody leaves — ['Navigating' lyrics]
P.S. I really wanted to include the line 'pardon my delay' into this, but it didn't quite work with the way I was heading
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mylovesstuffs · 2 days ago
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OT13 reaction to, “When we break up _______,” text prank
Requested !
A/N: These text prompts take quite some time to write, but that's okay since it’s an excuse to think about my 13 boys hahah. I’m not entirely sure (I'm sure this is not what the anon wanted) if this is exactly what the anon had in mind. Perhaps they wanted me to describe what the members were doing at the time and their immediate reactions (but I tried to incorporate), rather than just their responses to the texts. However, as I was writing, this format felt more natural. I hope you still enjoy it regardless! If you’re looking for context behind this request or want to read something similar, please refer back to this.
Content: Slightly suggestive (Hoshi and Vernon) MDNI!, author losing their mind, overthinking, Minghao being Minghao, some being stinking cute especially Dino.
For the sake of the reaction, OT13 are not physically with their s/o at the moment.
This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.
Seungcheol:
Text: "When we break up, don’t forget to delete all my photos from your phone."
Reaction: He'd read the text and immediately respond,
“Why would I ever delete your photos? And why are we even talking about breaking up? Did something happen?”
When you confess it’s a prank, he’d sigh deeply.
“You really scared me. I was already planning to fight for us. Now, don’t you dare even think about leaving me, okay?”
“When will you stop doing these stupid pranks with me??”
You'll find him whining every now and then just because you attempted another breakup prank on him (he can't stay upset at you for too long). He’ll probably make some extra effort afterward to spoil you with love and affection, making sure you know that there’s no way he’d ever let you go.
Jeonghan:
Text: "When we break up, I'll take everything I've ever given you. Just so you know."
Reaction: Immediately knows you are messing with him. His reply would be sarcastic,
“Oh no, how will I ever part with my favorite mug that says ‘Best Boyfriend Ever’? Truly heartbreaking.”
If you insist it’s serious, he’d still keep teasing,
“Sure, I’ll give everything back… including my heart. But are you sure you can live without me?”
He already knows that it's a prank so there's nothing to confess so he'll just be like, “Now let’s go get some ice cream.” simple.
Joshua:
Text: "When we break up, I'll delete all the playlists I made for you."
Reaction: Joshua would be confused at first and think you were joking, but a part of him would start overthinking. He’d respond carefully ignoring the playlist comment:
“When we break up? Why are we even thinking about that? Are you okay?”
If you keep pushing the prank, he’d try his bestest to approach it calmly,
“Why would we even break up? And the playlists were for us, not just me. I’d never stop listening to them, even if…”
“I wouldn’t want anything back because the memories would be more important to me. But seriously, why are you thinking about breaking up?”
He’d hesitate, genuinely upset at the thought that you can even image you guys breaking up because for the love of god the mere suggestion of living without you, even hypothetically, is unimaginable to him. When you reveal the prank, he’d sigh in relief. “You got me good. But don’t joke about stuff like this—it hurts too much to even imagine.” The idea was unfathomable. You were his safe place, the person he envisioned in every corner of his future.
Jun:
Text: "When we break up, you better not cry over me. Stay strong!"
Reaction: Jun would be both amused and confused.
“Why are you breaking up with me in a hypothetical situation and then telling me not to cry? Are you okay?”
And obviously you'll keep pushing, so he’d add,
“If we ever broke up, I’d cry so much, you’d have to come back just to stop me.” (this is so Jun coded I'm crying-)
When you confess it’s a prank, he’d laugh and actually say, “You’re so weird, but that’s why I love you. No more breakup talk, okay?” He just loves you too much to even take what you're saying seriously in his first thought so he took what you said as an hypothetical situation immediately. At least you didn't say you're breaking up...that would be another case-
Hoshi:
Text: "When we break up, I’m taking my tiger plushie back."
Reaction: He would immediately text back in all caps:
“WHEN WE WHAT?!”
“YOU CAN’T TAKE THE TIGER PLUSHIE! IT’S OUR CHILD!”
He’d call you within seconds, borderline panicking. He wouldn't even let you speak when you picked up, “What’s going on? Are you mad at me? Don’t take the tiger—take me instead!”
It would take you a good few minutes to get a word in, and when you finally explained it was just a prank, the silence on the other end would be DEAFENING. Then, a dramatic groan, “YOU’RE SO MEAN!” He’d pout for the next five minutes, ranting about how you shouldn’t joke about something so serious. Please, cuddle our baby tiger (not hamster) (Hoshi will be so proud of me).
“You better hold me extra tight tonight to make up for this! And no, I’m still not over it, but fine…I’ll forgive you because I’m a nice person.”—and then this will lead to something else...open to interpretation-
Wonwoo:
Text: "When we break up, I hope you find someone who loves gaming as much as you do."
Reaction: Wonwoo would stare at the text for a while, overthinking every s.i.n.g.l.e word.
“Are you trying to tell me something?”
If you keep it going, he’d send another message, quietly emotional,
“No one could replace you. And I don’t want someone who loves gaming—I want someone who loves me.”
“Which can be only you”
When you quickly reveal the prank, he’d let out a quiet laugh. “You really know how to mess with my heart, huh? Let’s stick to love texts from now on.” He has literal heart eyes for you so why do you always try out these pranks with him when you very well know that he takes these very seriously?? Your happiness is his main priority. He doesn't even care if it means he’ll get hurt in the process—he’ll give you whatever you want, as long as it makes you smile. It's like he’d do anything for you, even if it means falling for your pranks over and over again and making his heart suffer. He’ll laugh at himself for being so easy to be fooled by you, but deep down, he’s just so grateful to be the one to make you laugh.
Woozi:
Text: "When we break up, promise me you won’t write any sad songs about me."
Reaction: He'll raise an eyebrow at the message, unsure how to respond.
“Why are we breaking up in this scenario? And who said I’d write sad songs? I’d be hurt too much to even write.”
If you insist you're being very very VERY serious, he’d add something along the line,
“But we’re not breaking up, so stop being weird.”
When you tell him it’s a prank, he’d shake his head, not even surprised at this point. But he’d exhale slowly, the tension leaving his body. “You’re lucky I’m used to your nonsense. But don’t distract me while I’m working next time!” He’d probably end the conversation with a quiet but sweet, "I love you.” (AHHHHHHGVthhtxutFGCG)
Dokyeom:
Text: "When we break up, don’t tell your mom—it’ll break her heart."
Reaction: My love will immediately start spiraling. His cheerful smile fades, replaced by an obvious frown, genuinely not being able to fathom why you would even suggest something like that.
“What do you mean, ‘when we break up’? Is this a joke?”
“And why are you dragging my mom into this? She loves you!”
“i love you!”
If you don’t respond quickly (it's been only 7 seconds), his heart drops even more as the seconds tick by, and before you even have the chance to reply, he's calling you while on his way to your place,
When you pick up, his first words are rushed and anxious, "Hey, you’re not serious, right? You can’t be serious! Are you upset about something?”
When you reveal it’s a prank, he’d let out a dramatic sigh of relief as he exhales loudly, remaining still on the road "I thought you were going to really break my heart there," he'd say, still in slight disbelief. "Don't ever do that again… Seriously." But then, after a pause, he'd add with that signature bright smile of his, “But, I guess if we did break up... I’d tell my mom.” But jokes aside even if there’s a misunderstanding or a small argument, Dokyeom is the first to apologize and seek resolution. He never likes holding grudges and believes that communication is key to keeping the relationship strong, so he'll talk about this thoroughly after he's back home for, ‘just incase’ scenarios.
Mingyu:
Text: "When we break up, I’m taking all the kitchen gadgets with me."
Reaction: Mingyu would be shocked and devastated. He immediately pauses whatever he’s doing to process what you’ve just said. It doesn’t make sense, and his mind races, trying to figure out why you’d even mention breaking up,
“Wait, why are we breaking up? And why are you taking the kitchen gadgets? I need those!”
He’s genuinely worried about losing the gadgets, yes—but more than that, he’s upset at the thought of losing you. The kitchen has become one of his favorite places to be with you, especially when you both cook together or when he’s making you something special. That’s one of his favorite ways to show love, and now to him it feels like everything’s about to crumble because he really thinks you're being serious. So if you keep pushing, he’d add,
“You know I can’t live without my kitchen gadgets, and I can’t live without you, either! Why are you breaking up with me?” (being funny is his coping mechanism)
“Fine, take them, but I’ll visit every day to borrow them. And I’ll cook for you while I’m there.”
He didn't process the, ‘when we’ and came to the conclusion that you're breaking up with him right this second and wanting to take the kitchen gadgets lmao. He's pretty smart in general but when it comes to these...poor boy. So then when you explain that it’s just a prank, he lets out a long, dramatic sigh of relief, still sounding a bit flustered but trying to act casual about it. Beneath his strong, athletic build and playful demeanor, Mingyu has a soft heart. He’s easily affected by things that involve you—whether it’s a prank like this or just knowing you’re having a hard time. He wants to protect your heart, even if it means being vulnerable himself.
Minghao:
Text: "When we break up, make sure to stay stylish so I don’t regret dating you."
Reaction: His first instinct would be to chuckle softly, finding the text both funny and absurd.
“When we break up? First of all, not happening. Second, I’d stay stylish anyway—who do you think I am?”
If you push a lil more further, he’d reply in no time. There's no chance for you to argue here because to him your question is already very stupid—wdym by, when you guys break up? Do you think that's happening? No.
“But seriously, why are we even talking about this? Is this your way of saying you want attention?”
“You know I’d give you all my attention anyway, right?”
When you confess the prank, with a deep sigh, “Pfft, I’m too cool to get mad. Next time, try being more subtle and convincing.” He’ll joke a little, but you can tell he’s low-key affected by the prank. Then, with a teasing smirk, he adds, “But seriously, I would stay stylish. That’s a given.”
Seungkwan:
Text: "When we break up, promise me you won’t cry in public—it’s embarrassing."
Reaction: Seungkwan would gasp LOUDLY and immediately text back:
“EXCUSE ME?! Are you breaking up with me in this hypothetical situation AND calling me embarrassing?! How dare you!”
He’d follow up with: (also immediately after taking a 5 sec deep breath)
“Fine, I won’t cry in public, but I’ll cry so hard in private that the whole neighborhood will hear me!”
You can almost hear his dramatic flair through the text as he exaggerates the idea of a breakdown, and he doesn’t hide the slight edge of hurt in his words. He’s a little too dramatic about it, but it’s because he feels deeply, even about a prank. As soon as you reveal that it’s all a joke, Seungkwan lets out an over-the-top, exaggerated groan as if he’s been completely defeated dramatically.
“You’re evil!” He'll sulk for the next 48 hours so now you'll have to spend the whole day complimenting him to make up for this.
Vernon:
Text: "When we break up, you can keep the hoodies you stole, but I’m taking my vinyls back."
Reaction: Vernon would too stare at the text for a while, unsure if you were joking.
“Uh… are you okay? Why are we breaking up?”
“And why are you taking my vinyls?”
If you keep it going,
“If we broke up, I’d let you keep the vinyls. But I don’t really want to think about this.”
When you tell him it’s a prank, he’d laugh softly to himself.
“You’re so random. But seriously, no more breakup talk—it’s weird.”
He might be soft while he's away but when he's with you?—bahahah—he'll waste no time locking the door behind him and pulling you into a deep kiss. You're not leaving this room tonight, he'll whisper in your ear. He'll make sure you're exactly where he wants you-close, under him, or in his arms, depending on the mood. It'll be a long night, just the two of you, and no one else...open to interpretation TT
Dino:
Text: “When we break up, promise me you'll still be my friend."
Reaction: He would instantly get a little confused, texting back with a wide-eyed concern because wdym that you want him to be your friend when he's your boyfriend right now??? When breaking up with you is the last thing in his mind?? And he's spamming,
“Wait, what? We’re breaking up?”
“Why?”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Please don’t leave me—”
“of course, I’ll still be your friend, but I don’t even want to think about us breaking up…”
“Are you there?”
“I'm coming home”
You’d tease him telling him to go back to his work, revealing it’s a prank, and he’d let out a huge sigh of relief, but then he’d whine a little. He'd probably ask for some aygeo, maybe a surprise, just so he can feel reassured that he's still your favorite person in the world. I mean how can he be not?! An hour later, just when you think the moment has passed, there’s a knock at your door. Opening it, you find a beautiful bouquet of flowers with a little handwritten note:
These flowers don’t even come close to how beautiful you are. See you soon, my forever favorite. P.s. Don’t ever scare me like that again—or I’ll send you even more flowers to make you feel guilty. Love, Dino.
Reading it, you can’t help but giggle, your heart fluttering at how effortlessly he makes you fall for him all over again. How could someone be this sweet and still be yours? How could anyone not melt at that? He’s truly the sweetest, and he’d do anything to make sure you know just how much you mean to him—even if he’s the one who should be mad!
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rootspiral · 2 days ago
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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 9 part 4
(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])
(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4])
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it's still agatha and her river
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mama, I'm sorry I got upset. mama I'm sorry we're both starving tonight. I promise I'll do better tomorrow.
a six year old taking responsibility and apologizing for his mother's shortcomings.
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agatha looks down at her precious little boy's pleading face
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and she smiles at him, and nicky gives her a big relieved grin.
evanora is not stealing this moment. she did her worst to fuck with agatha's brain chemistry, but in one fundamental thing she failed: agatha is capable of loving her kid. despite all her other shortcomings, she will never blame nicky for her own faults.
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she does a cute little dance for him, and this is what they do, isn't it? he's too small to explain his big feelings and she is too scared, and so they sing to each other and hope the love is understood anyway.
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see how he touches the brooch? if only she could have loved nicky in vacuum, without any of the emotional baggage. but he is only the last link in a long chain of witches, pain and and tears and blood that made him what he is. agatha cannot escape her identity and legacy no matter how much she tries, and she couldn't protect nicky from it either.
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the last time she sees nicky alive he's smiling adoringly at her. this is the boy she can't face in the afterlife, because her own guilt is so strong she's convinced he will hate her.
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nicky dies peacefully in his mother's arms. his soul wakes up and sees rio waiting for him.
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that some good cinema dear lord
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rio waves at nicky. he doesn't know her (when who will return?) but he still trusts her implicity - she's been around him his whole short life, in the woods, in the water, in his lungs.
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and - the bit that destroyed us all - she makes nicky go to agatha one last time. go kiss your mama goodbye.
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light and dark, growth and decay, here and beyond.
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remember when alice died and the camera turned upside down? ot stops halfway here. agatha has been affected so profoundly by nicky's death that she can never let herself go back to the land of the living, but she's also too scared to follow rio to the other side. she's stuck in the middle, consumed by the impossible dream of bringing nicky back, never allowing herself to find peace and companionship again. in love with death, but running away from it.
(people never seem to make crack and humor vids for episode 9, isn't that curious? when it's soooo fun and lighthearted!)
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well ain't that just brutal
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I have always known
This Road is cruel and wild
I bury my own heart
Here with you, my child
(I think those are lavender flowers? I'm not 100% sure)
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coolcoolcoolcoolcool. that's fine. I'm absolutely fine.
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BARRIERS UP right away. even if she looks like a mess. especially because she looks like a mess. she's not showing weakness in front of anyone, she's protecting her grief like a jealous goblin, and since she cannot run, she straightens her dress and gets ready to fight. the option to ask for help and comfort doesn't even cross her mind.
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her eyes still full of tears / agatha gets another wonderful, awful idea.
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we've seen this so many times, haven't we? the real agatha disappears behind the character she plays. the agatha we've seen from the very start, since the moment she walked into wanda's living room, has been a lie. very few people have ever seen a hint of the poor bruised heart she hides inside, and only to rio and (to some extent) nicky she has ever opened up.
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how can someone go from total heartbreak to planning murder in the span of two minutes? well, you can if you are agatha harkness and have never learned one healthy coping mechanism in your life. and I'm sure she's already rationalizing it as something like "if I get powerful enough I can bring nicky back." but the truth is, she just wants to get drunk on magic and murder and stop feeling so horrible. she's running away, like usual. she's planning to kill witches in front of the grave of the very kid who begged her not to, and she's using his song to do it. as if that's not gonna haunt her or anything.
(it really gets me how agatha's smiles are so different from kathryn's. agatha never smiles with her eyes, except when she's with nicky.)
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agatha's diabolical scam is so stupid if you think about, definitely worthy of the clown she has become. just pretend the Road didn't open and then annoy people into attacking you! better than using a literal child as bait, I guess.
here she absorbs a yellow coven, and yep, it does look like covens are all supposed to be the same color?
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the bodies from the agnes of westview opening.
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orange coven in the late 1800s. I really like that dress and hat on her
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blue coven in the 1920s, and another cunty outfit
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I know you guys like the 90s look, but it makes me laugh how hard she was trying for that Craft vibe. and we don't see the beams color here.
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and finally, our girls. (I miss you all so muchhhhh)
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what do you know! looks like a door has appeared! (sharonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!)
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from fuck has my karma caught up with me to well well well, looks like we have another little maximoff on our hands
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and speaking of little maximoffs and giant assholes...
go to episode 9 part 5
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storiesandthoughtsf1 · 3 days ago
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It’s complicated pt. 2
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fIreader
Summary: You and Lewis are best friends and roommates. Okay maybe you're also a bit into each other, but you have a boyfriend, even though he's not exactly the nicest person.Everything was fine, but what will happen after you and Lewis let into your desires one night? And how will you deal with the morning after…?
Warnings: cheating technically, toxic boyfriend, mention of, age gap, both reader and lewis are a bit questionable, the boyfriend is outright toxic, some angst i guess, message me if I messed up anything, read at your own risk!
Word count: 3,9K
Author's note: sorry this took so long to finish! And yes Lewis or reader aren’t entirely innocent still. this is an emotional mess! Also please note english isn't my first language!
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In the morning you slowly woke up, dreams fading away, and opened your heavy eyelids. As you took in the scene, you realised that you weren’t in your own room. So you took up a hand to rub your eyes, feeling something wrap tighter around you at your movement. That was when you realised what had happened last night. All the memories flooding back, hitting you like a truck. The hurt from Connor standing you up, Lewis comforting you, the weird feeling you had felt as you stared into his eyes, almost like butterflies. But the thing that mattered the most. The pleasure. You had had sex with your best friend. And you had a boyfriend.
As you slowly realised the situation that you found yourself in, you had moved around a bit, which had seemed to wake the Brit beside you up. A small groan came from his way, which made your stomach do flips, though you mentally punched yourself for having that reaction. You were staring up at the ceiling when he opened his eyes, hands holding the duvet up to cover yourself. Lewis was about to place a kiss to your cheek, but that was when he noticed your facial expression. You looked lost, conflicted, which scared him in a way, as thoughts began circling his mind. Were you regretting last night? Had he just ruined his friendship with you?
He remembered Connor’s words yesterday that had annoyed him to no end. ‘Who in their late thirties would want to be best friends with a 26 year old and not want to bone her?’ He had said. A bit controversial yes, but being in the position that you found yourselves in now, Lewis felt like sinking into a hole. He wanted to be better than what Connor thought of him, actually he knew he was. But he knew how it seemed right now, as much as it wasn’t true.
Because the situation you found yourselves in now wasn’t due to Lewis wanting to blow off stream, no it was because he genuinely had feelings for you.
“You okay?” Lewis ended up asking, regretting his choice of words the second they spilled from his mouth, gently biting onto his lower lip to make sure he didn’t say anything stupid. Your eyes kept to the ceiling as you took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m okay,” for the first time you turned your head towards the Brit, immediately catching onto his concerned state. To you he was an open book, and his emotions were easy to read. The constant wall he put up, something he had learned to do after many years of being a racing driver, may fool everyone else but it didn’t fool you. You saw right through it. At least you thought you saw it all.
“Do you want breakfast?” Lewis asked as he didn’t know what to say, and sighed in relief when you nodded with a smile. Almost falling off the bed and stumbling through the room, Lewis picked up a pair of sweatpants and threw them on before making his way out of the room. You chuckled a little at his awkward state, returning your eyes to the ceiling when he was out of sight. A gentle smile came to your lips as you reminisced the night before, biting onto your lip.
Sex had never felt as good, as it had with Lewis. Normally all Connor wanted was his own pleasure, which ended up in quickies where you didn’t even orgasm. It had been so long since you had felt this good, Lewis using every possible second to explore your body and focusing on your pleasure. You couldn’t lie, being with Lewis like that had felt so natural, so right. It made you forget about all your worries, the only thing that mattered had been being with him.
Slowly you got up from the bed, and looked across the room to find clothes to put on. Your jeans from yesterday were discarded in a corner along with your panties, while your shirt was nowhere to be seen. You didn’t really want to put some tight jeans on, so you went to Lewis’ closet, opening it up and looked inside. He had so much clothes, so you knew he wouldn’t mind if you borrowed some of it. After having looked through the closet for a while, letting your fingers brush over the endless amount of soft material, your eyes landed on a specific t-shirt. It was a shirt that you knew he loved, so you instantly grabbed it, and took a pair of his loose boxers along with you and pulled it on. Catching yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, feeling weirdly comfortable in your best friend’s clothes. The scent of him filled the pieces of clothing, a scent you found calming.
Slowly you made your way downstairs, where you found the person who was circling your mind standing in the kitchen flipping an omelette. All types of fruits and berries were laid out on two separate places, and two glasses of orange juice as well. You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen. Roscoe barked at your arrival, which made Lewis look up and noticed you smiling at him from across the room.
“Since when do you make such a fancy breakfast?” You chuckled a little, seeing the Brit shake his head with a giggle.
Seeing him stand shirtless in the kitchen, cooking both of you breakfast made you feel a way you couldn’t quite describe. Your stomach turned in a thrilling feeling, heart pumping faster. Yet the new and strong feeling didn’t scare you, it actually lured you in even more. It was like you were seeing the man before you for the first time. In a completely different light. He was almost shining, the sweet smile on his lips making your heart twist. “Since now I guess,” Lewis’ words brought you back from your thoughts, making your smile grow wider as you walked around the kitchen island to stand beside him.
Lewis felt his heart pick up its speed at the feeling of you suddenly being so close to him, curiously looking at what he was making. But he tried to suppress the feelings that erupted him, focusing on the vegan omelette before him. Cheekily you grabbed a couple of blueberries from one of the plates and ate them before Lewis could say anything.
“Wow, can’t you wait two minutes?” He tried to keep an annoyed tone, but in reality he just felt like kissing you. Yesterday had really screwed with his mind, and at this point he didn’t know where you were standing as a pair. Were you just friends? Were you more? Only god knew how much Lewis would give to be more than friends, but he knew better than to ruin your relationship with your boyfriend. Or at least he thought he did, because finding himself in the situation he was in right now, he realised he had ended up messing with some things he probably shouldn’t have.
It didn’t take long before the two of you were sat at the table eating your breakfast together. It had been silent for a while, both of you just focusing on your food, when Lewis felt the need to break the silence.
“Can I ask you a question?” He asked rather shyly, which caught you off guard, connecting your eyes to his. “Yes of course,” you assured him, putting your fork down to show him, he had your attention. Lewis took a deep breath, mind wandering a hundred miles per second as he tried to figure out what to say and how. He knew how he felt, but he didn’t know how to start the conversation he wanted to have.
“About yesterday-“ Lewis just got to mumble out before there was a firm knock on the front door. Lewis felt his confidence crumble down, words disappearing from his vocabulary as his mind shut down. “I’m sorry, I’ll go check who it is,” you assured him, thinking that if he was left to himself for awhile, then he would figure out what to say, as you found it quite obvious he didn’t know how to explain himself. You of course knew what he wanted to talk about, and to be honest you understood why he found it hard having that conversation. You wanted to have it too, but you didn’t know what to say.
You didn’t know what to feel.
Soon you opened the door, and your heart skipped a beat as you saw your boyfriend stand in front of you, a weak smile on his lips. His hands were in his pockets, a thing he only did when he wanted to apologise to you for something, which happened more often than you would like to admit.
“Hey,” he smiled at you affectionately, his cheeks seeming to have a reddish colour, but you didn’t know if it was the cold weather or something else that had caused it.
“Hi,” you responded as you felt your heart speed up, the need for air suddenly getting bigger. Sweat was beginning to form in your palms, at the same time as tears came to your eyes. It was obvious you were panicking, or at least to you, and Connor could see something was wrong as well.
“Look, I’m sorry about yesterday, I shouldn’t have been such an asshole,” he apologised rather genuinely, which made your heart drop. Here he was apologising to you, and you had cheated on him. Not just a kiss, not a make out, no you had had sex with another man. And it had felt good. You suddenly became very aware of the fact that you were in Lewis’ clothes, and you dragged the t-shirt further down to cover up the obvious fact that you did not own male boxers.
“I know you’re very close with Lewis and you share clothes for whatever reason,” Connor pointed to you, which made you stop dragging down the shirt, realising that he had seen. “But I trust you, and I love you, so when you say he’s just your best friend, well then I believe you. I’m sorry for acting the way I did, it was irresponsible of me.”
A tear escaped your eye before you could do anything about it, and Connor watched as you fought not to break down in front of him. But he must have thought that you cried for a different reason than you did, because he pulled you in for a hug, letting his hand rub up and down your back. You moved your head around, trying to breathe properly, as being in his arms didn’t feel like it should. Though you convinced yourself you were overreacting, and that you loved him back. When Connor pulled away, he placed a tender kiss on your lips, but again you felt like something was missing. Something about the way he kissed you was off, there was something wrong in the way you felt.
“Can I come inside?” You couldn’t do anything but nod at his question in pure fright of him realising something was up.
Lewis couldn’t hear the conversation that was held out at the front of the house, and to be honest he used his time alone to figure out what to say to you. So when he suddenly heard footsteps coming back inside, he was almost ready to ingulf you in a hug as soon as you walked through the door, but when he looked up, he saw none other than Connor following you into the room. To Lewis’ surprise the younger man waved at him with a friendly smile, his arm around your waist. Though your expression was different to your boyfriend’s. You looked lost, at the same time as looking like you were on the edge of having a panic attack. Couldn’t Connor see that?
“Hey Lewis, I just wanted to say something to you quick,” Connor sat down in the seat beside Lewis, for some reason not caring about the fact that Lewis was without shirt, or surely looked like someone who was about to pass out. “I’m sorry for being such a dick towards you, I’ve just had trouble with the fact that you, a Formula 1 star live with my girlfriend,” he explained himself in such a calm way, that made Lewis feel guilty. This was a new side of Connor for sure, but he seemed genuine. He seemed to care about what he was saying. “I guess I’ve been jealous, but that’s over now, I promise.”
At that sentence, your and Lewis’ eyes locked together, silent panic seen in both, as you knew you were screwed.
Connor stayed for longer than you would have wanted, just talking to the two of you as you ate breakfast. Lewis had offered to make an omelette for Connor, as he wanted to get away from the situation, but the younger man had told him that he had already ate breakfast, which left Lewis trapped in the room. You looked even more uncomfortable than himself, which made Lewis feel bad, as he thought it was his own fault that this was going on. If he had just controlled himself, you wouldn’t be in this uncomfortable situation. You would be happy to be with your boyfriend. But now he had ruined it, he had ruined your relationship with your boyfriend in what he thought was a purely selfish manner.
But it was soon time for Connor to leave again, so you walked with him towards the entrance of the house.
“It means a lot to me that you’ve forgiven me,” Connor breaks the silence as the first one, giving you a smile. But that comment made you furrow your brows. Had you actually forgiven him? The pain from last evening was still heavy in your heart. It was one piece of many, from all the times he had lashed out at you, or straight up ignored you to prove a point. You didn’t want to do that anymore. “Connor, look, I haven’t forgiven you yet, but I do really appreciate the apology. Just please give me some time.” You gave him a sympathetic smile, hoping that this new and improved man before you would understand. Actually, you were convinced he would, because after his little speech earlier it sounded exactly like what he was planning to do.
“What, why?” He seemed confused his wall of defence high as he spoke loudly, and it made you take a step back. Your heart beating quicker. You thought of the best way to phrase yourself, taking a deep breath. “It’s not just last night Connor, so I’m gonna need some time. But if you really do change, then we’ll be good.” You still spoke in a soft tone, really trying to do your best to seem bearing and sincere.
Connor scoffed loudly at your response. “Oh come on, are you seriously bringing up the past now? I thought we were moving forward! I apologised, didn’t I?” His voice was filled with anger now, and it made you feel small. This was the Connor you couldn’t love anymore, the guy you wanted to be done with. The guy he swore he had changed away from.
“Yes you apologised for that one thing, but if you can’t see there’s more to this than yesterday then I seriously don’t know how to explain it to you.” You snapped back at him, but your voice was still not that loud. In your mind you wanted to shout, to scream at him actually. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, and it wasn’t out of love you realised. It was out of fear. Of what he could do then.
“Oh so this is just a guilt trip huh?” He almost mocked you, taking a step closer to you. You felt yourself take another step away without even thinking of it, trying to gather your thoughts. But he spoke up before you could muster out a reply. “Typical. You’re acting like I’m the worst guy ever just because I messed up once.”
You couldn’t stand there and take it anymore, because what he was saying was truly insane to you. It was as if you had been living separate lives, experienced separate situations. “It’s not just once Connor. And the fact you think it is… that’s the problem.” You finally got out, not even looking at him anymore, but instead just straight ahead. It was like you realised it yourself now.
There was nothing left about this relationship to save.
There hadn’t been anything to save in a long time, but you had kept making excuses. Making excuses for him. Allowed him to walk all over you, mistreat you. But you didn’t want that anymore. No, you weren’t gonna allow him to be that way. You were done.
“Oh I get it now. This is about him.” Connor suddenly spoke, bringing you back to reality. You were speechless, but you knew your confused look told him everything he needed to know. “Lewis. It’s always about Lewis, isn’t it? You fucking live with the guy, you probably run to him every time we fight. Don’t you dare tell me he hasn’t been in your ear about how much of a ‘toxic asshole’ I am.” He spoke with venom, pointing a finger at you as if it would make his point clearer.
That was it for you. The glass had fully shattered, and any feelings whatsoever you had ever had for him were gone. The person who stood before you was a fucking bully, and you needed him out of your house.
“The fact you go back to that shows you aren’t gonna change. This has never been about Lewis, it’s been about you and me, Connor.” You were clearly annoyed now as well, but you didn’t let your emotions get the best of you. You tried your very best to stay calm, to keep the upper hand.
Connor laughed. “Right. Because it’s totally normal for your best friend to be a guy who’s practically your boyfriend without the title. You think I don’t notice how he looks at you? Or how you always talk about how ‘great’ he is?” The sarcasm spilled from his lips as he spoke. He apparently thought he was hilarious for that comment, but you kept standing still, your face unreadable.
“You’ve told me all I need to know. I can’t keep picking this fight, and I won’t be doing it either. Cause we’re done.” You spoke clearly, crossing your arms as you gave him a stern look. Watching how calm you kept under this argument only made him more furious.
“So what, you’re just giving up on us? After everything?” He asked mockingly, but it wasn’t like he was surprised it was over. It more seemed like he was mad you were the one to say it. “No I’m finally choosing myself.” You clarified, taking a few steps towards him, which made him back out of the door. “Goodbye.” You said, and just like that you smacked the door in his face.
Walking back into the house you saw Lewis in the exact same place you had left him, the dining room table. His look on his face told you everything you needed to know. “Hey… you okay?” He spoke up finally as you just stood there in the room, looking a bit lost. You sighed heavily, forcing yourself to nod. No that break up hadn’t been a pretty sight, but it was finally over. And that meant you actually were alright. Or at least you would be.
“I broke up with him.” You said, finally looking over at Lewis properly, catching his gaze on you. He nodded at your words. “Yeah, I heard.” He admitted, but it wasn’t like it was a surprise to you. Of course he had heard. You knew that. You just let out a small chuckle, as did he, and you took a few steps towards him, but didn’t sit down at the table. You felt like you still had to take what just had happened in.
Suddenly Lewis got up from his seat, and walked towards you. Without even thinking of it, he took your hands in his, and looked you deep in your eyes. Just for a second you watched your hands in his, before looking up to meet his eyes. Those big brown eyes. “You did the right thing. You deserve someone who treats you the way you deserve to be treated.” He admitted, his voice full of love.
You took a moment before you answered. “Yeah? And what do I deserve?” Right now you felt a bit lost, so you genuinely couldn’t tell what you exactly deserved.
Lewis took a deep breath before he spoke again. “You deserve someone who really sees you. Someone who listens to you, supports you, and makes you feel like you’re enough every single day. You deserve someone who…” he trailed off, his voice suddenly shakier than before. It made you furrow your brows ever so slightly, because Lewis never got nervous like that. Yet you still couldn’t help but smile, his words so kind and gentle they made you want to hug him as tightly as you could. Lewis took a deep breath before he spoke up again “Someone who loves you. The way I do.”
You felt your heart skip a beat at his confession. All you could do was blink at him, not knowing how to respond.
“Lewis,” you spoke softly. His confession was huge. It made you feel magical. You could barely contain yourself, it felt like, your heart beating so fast it could leap out of your chest.
“I know it’s a lot. And I don’t want to make this harder for you. I just… I couldn’t not say it. Not after last night. Not after how I heard him speak to you just now.” His words rolled off his tongue quickly, almost like in an endless stream of mumbling. You had never seen Lewis this nervous before. You desperately wanted to respond, you really did, but you felt taken aback by his confession. Your mind was screaming at you to tell him you felt the same way, but nothing came out.
It seemed like Lewis had somehow read your mind, because he spoke up again. “You don’t have to respond. I just wanted you to know.”
But that made you find your voice again. “Lewis, I love you too.” You said, the feeling that bubbled in your chest as you said it just felt right. So right you knew this is exactly what you had been searching for your entire life.
“Yeah?” A big smile slowly appeared on Lewis’ face at your confession. You nodded eagerly. “Yeah.”
You couldn’t even tell who leaned in first. Maybe you didn’t even care. What mattered was that your lips met, in a soft and gentle motion. But that quickly turned more passionate, Lewis hands wrapping around your waist and yours around his neck. You needed each other as close as you possibly could, desperate to taste the other. You couldn’t get yourselves to break away from the kiss, but eventually you needed air. With his forehead resting against yours, Lewis whispered: “I’m never letting you go.”
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whiskeyncoke-redux · 2 days ago
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I don’t know if you’re still doing asks 👉🏻👈🏻 but if you are what about Pedro and reader being FWB and he falls for her but he’s scared to tell her?
Hi, nonny, idk if you're still out there or if you gave up on me ever answering this. If you did, I totally understand. I'm sorry it's been one hell of a year. I lost my dad 5 days after my birthday and my stepmom 3 weeks after that. So I've been kinda out of it writing wise.
All that to say: I got your request. I loved it, and I finished it. So here it is. If you're the anon who sent this, thank you, because you got me writing again. If you know who the anon is, please let them know.
Anyway here you go...
More than Friends (With Benefits)
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Pedro Pascal X Reader
(no warnings)(Also reblogs and comments are more than welcome and requests too☺️)
As he felt the sun hit his face, he shook his head with a small frown, his eyes still closed tight wanting to get just a few more precious seconds of sleep. It was no good, he was awake. He sat up, and with a small groan, he stretched and then let out a loud yawn. As his mouth stretched open wider, he glanced to his right. His yawn turned into a soft smile as he took in the sight of the woman next to him. The morning sun shining on your skin.
You shifted, feeling his glance on your sleeping form. Without opening your eyes you said “And what exactly are you staring at, Pedro?”
You heard his soft chuckle that made you open your eyes. 
“Just the most beautiful woman in the world.”
You huffed at that and rolled your eyes at his compliment but you smiled all the same. 
“See you say that,” you said, sitting up and stretching. “But it makes me wonder if you need to get your eyes checked.”
He chuckled again. “And why do you say that? My eyesight is fine.”
You pointed to the matted hair on the side of your head, then you rubbed your eyes. “Dude, I look a mess when I wake up. The hair, the eye boogers…”
“The drool,” he added, his smile growing.
You giggled. “Yeah that too.” You wiped your mouth just in case.
You stretched again then pulled the covers back and hopped out of bed, going over to your dresser you picked up a brush and started untangling your hair, humming softly to yourself. The whole time, Pedro didn't take his eyes off you with a smile still on his lips. You looked into the mirror and saw him looking at you. You didn't say anything, you were used to this, he had been doing that a lot more often, staring at you. Once your hair was somewhat presentable, you turned to him. 
“So, um, breakfast or do you have to go?” he asked.
You went over and checked the time on your phone. 10:36, you couldn’t, although you wanted to. It was Saturday, you had some errands to run, then you had promised a friend of yours that you'd help her put together some furniture she'd ordered.
“I'd love to, but I can't. I'm sorry,” you said and looked it as well. “I got a full day: errands and then I gotta help Selina out putting together some stuff she ordered… umm maybe tomorrow?”
He still smiled but you could see something in his eyes. Disappointment? Sadness? You couldn't really tell. But he nodded and said “Okay, I'll see you later then.”
“Okay,” you agreed as you grabbed your clothes off the floor and hastily dressed. You'd take a shower when you got home, like you normally did.
He followed you to the door and watched as you walked to your car, giving you a wave as you drove off. He sighed and stepped back in his place, looking around a little sadly. He wished, for not the first time, that you would stay a little longer, hell, he wished that you would move in with him and stay with him forever. 
He had come so close to asking you over the time you two had been seeing each other; well, not exactly “seeing” each other. What would you call it when you didn’t really go out on dates, but slept together frequently? Friends with benefits? Ugh, he didn’t like that, he liked you, he wanted to be with you, but he didn’t want to mess up what you had, being around you, spending what little time together you did was the highlight of his days. 
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He had brought it up about six months into you two “seeing” each other. You were laying in bed together, legs intertwined, just talking and joking around. He had looked down at your laughing face, you were giggling at some corny joke of his, normally people would groan at his bad jokes, but you, you laughed, a genuine laugh at that. He loved the way that your smile lit up your face, the sound of your laugh was musical, he even loved it when you let  out a snort when you laughed really hard. It sent his heart pounding and his stomach seemed to fill with butterflies. He hadn’t felt like that in years.
“So,” he started after your giggle fit had subsided somewhat,
“So what?”  you asked.
“So um I was thinking that maybe we could um grab dinner later or something?”
You thought for a second. “Yeah we can order something in.” You reached over and picked up your phone. “I’m thinking maybe Thai, but I heard that Indian place over on Third had some of the best butter chicken. Selina was telling me the other day…” You had stopped upon seeing a slight frown on his face. “What’s up? What’s that look for.?”
“Oh, I was thinking that we could actually go out instead of ordering in,” he had said, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Oh umm.” You had gotten quiet. 
“I-I mean if you can’t today then…” he had started.
“It-it’s just that I don’t have anything to wear over here and I…”
“It’s fine you could go home and change and I’ll come pick you up.” He had looked hopefully at this suggestion.
“Umm well I have a lot of work to do and I don’t think I-I really can. Not today at least.” 
He just nodded. “Okay, no, no, I understand.”
“Cool, cool.” You had thrown the comforter off your legs and you had started scooting towards the end of the bed. “Well, um,” you cleared your throat. “With that maybe I should head out.”
“Yeah, no, yeah, that’s fine,” he had said as he watched you collect your clothes and head out.
“I’ll call you later?”
“Yeah, that sounds good,” he had mumbled as he watched you walk out. Once he had heard his front door close, he lay back on his pillows with a groan.
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Pedro shook his head at the memory and went into his kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. He didn’t quite understand it, every time he brought up going out or spending time outside of his place or yours, you got jumpy and would always come up with excuses as to why you couldn’t. Did you not like him as much as he liked you? He scoffed at that thought, it made him seem like some kid in junior high who didn’t know if his crush liked him. But that’s exactly what it was, wasn’t it?
He took his mug full of coffee and sat down at his table, pulling a book he had been reading towards himself and flipped it open and tried to focus on something else.
But after a while, he gave up. He just kept reading the same paragraph over and over, not taking in a single word. He put the book aside with a sigh and got up to take a shower. 
As the hot water washed over him, his thoughts once again came back to you, your smile, your smell, your laugh, the way you felt in his arms, the way you laughed at his jokes, and listened to all of his stories. He knew in his heart that he wanted you, wanted to be with you, and by the time he turned off the tap and stepped out, he’d have to find a way to tell you. He shouldn’t be afraid, hadn’t his father always told him that the best way to get over a fear is to face it head on? So, that’s exactly what he was going to do. Face his fear of rejection and tell you exactly how he felt.
He just hoped that you felt the same way.
As he got dressed, he went over and over the best way to tell you.
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A little later, you huffed out a breath as you drove up to your friend Selina’s place. You were exhausted from running around, plus the activities you had done last night and earlier that morning, and now you had to help put a shelf and table together. You wanted to call and cancel, but you had promised and plus Selina had promised to feed you. So, with some effort, you hauled your body out of your car and went to knock on her door.
She swung it open before you could fully raise your arm.
“There you are, darling, I was beginning to think you forgot about me,” she said, immediately wrapping you in a hug while pulling you inside.
“Now, Lina, you know I could never forget about you,” you laughed. “I just had some things to do first, I told you that.”
“Yes, yes, darling, I know,” she said, waving her hand in the air. Then she peered closer at you. “Seems like you had quite a bit going on.”
“Huh?” you were confused.
“Did you see Pedro again?”
“How-how did you know?’
She pointed at your neck with a knowing smirk. You turned and looked at your reflection in the mirror above her mantle. Sure enough, there was a hickey blooming on your neck, two actually. You tried to cover them with your hand while turning to her with an embarrassed look on your face.
“Darling, no need to look like that,” she said, with another wave of her hand. “We’re both adults here. I don’t know why you’re embarrassed.”
She walked to the box that held the shelf you were to put together and knelt on the floor. You followed her.
“I haven’t had a hickey since eleventh grade,” you hissed, kneeling down with her and opening the box.
“So?”
“So, I'm not a teenager anymore, I shouldn’t be walking around with hickeys like a sixteen year old.”
Selina just tsked. “Whatever you say, darling. Frankly, if it were me, I wouldn’t be embarrassed in the least bit.” 
“Well, you’re never embarrassed are you?” you commented.
She just gave you a smile and wink. “You’d never know if I was.”
You laughed and began taking the parts out and the instructions. Selina didn’t even glance at the instructions, claiming that it could be put together with a little common sense. You just shook your head and read them anyway, so that when something inevitably went wrong, you knew how to fix it.
As you put the shelf and then the table together you chatted about work, your families, and other friends. By the time she had filled you in on a mutual friend and her latest drama you were finished and she had ordered food for you both.
“.... so i told Liv that she needed to make a decision, and frankly no one would be upset if she left Jay.”
“Agreed,” you said from your favorite spot of her comfy recliner.
She turned to you. “Speaking of making decisions, what are you going to do about Pedro?”
“Do what about him?”
“Uh-uh don’t play confused with me, you know exactly what I mean. You see him at least four times a week.”
“Okay and?”
“And, why haven’t you two made things official. I mean, I for one would love to meet the man behind all the stories you’ve told me. He sounds like a real catch, well, at least from what I've heard about him from you, so what’s the deal?”
You just shrugged. “Don’t know.”
“Nope, that isn’t gonna work with me, go on, tell me.”
“I just like what we have and I don’t want to mess it up.”
“You like him, don’t you? And he obviously likes you.”
“How do you know?”
“Well, from what you told me, he’s always trying to take you out, like on actual dates and stuff,” she pointed out. “If he just wanted to sleep with you, then he would and then kick you out, hell, he’d probably have moved on by now. But he hasn’t. You spend the night over there often, it seems like he wants more.”
“But what if he doesn’t?” you asked in a small voice.
“Seems like to me there’s only one way to figure that out.”
“What’s that?”
“Talk to him,” she said simply. She got up to answer the knock at the door and collect your food. 
As you two sat and ate, you were deep in thought.
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When you finally made it home, you put up your things from your errands, all the while thinking about what Selina had said.
On the one hand, the arrangement that you had with Pedro was working out well. Over a year, and he hadn’t dumped you for anyone else, and, as far as you knew, he wasn’t seeing anyone else and neither were you. And man the sex was amazing. So, why mess up a good thing? You thought.
But then there was the other hand: how long could this last? At some point something had to change. You couldn’t just go along forever just sleeping with each other and nothing else, right? Eventually one or both of you would get tired and want to end things. 
Or he could find someone else, another thought came to your mind, and you didn’t like it one bit. You immediately got upset, you didn’t even want to entertain the idea of him being with someone else.
You sighed. “Maybe I need to sleep on this,” you said out loud to yourself.
With that, you headed to your bathroom to shower. Once you were finished you checked some emails from work then climbed in your bed. After tossing and turning for a good hour, you still couldn’t sleep. 
With a groan, you picked up your phone and tried playing white noise to fall asleep to, unfortunately that didn’t work. Your mind wouldn’t shut off. Pedro kept floating across it.
“Fine, fine!” you said aloud to the empty room. “I’ll talk to him!” You rolled over trying to get some sleep, but it was no good. A few minutes later there was a knock at your door. You glanced at the time. It was 1:45 in the morning. 
“Who the hell could that be?”  
Just then you heard a voice call out. “It’s just me.”
You got up and walked to the door and opened it, and there was Pedro standing on your stoop.
“What’s up?” you asked. 
“I know it’s late but I had to talk to you,” he explained. “About , um us… if that’s okay.”
“Really?” you asked and he nodded. “Well, funnily enough, I wanted to talk to you too, about us,” you replied.
You both stared at each other and then smiled.
“Well, uh, can I come in then?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, yeah,” you said and stepped back to let him in.
You closed the door behind him and walked into the living room to talk about the rest of your lives.
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majoryeager104 · 2 days ago
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Chuuya Nakahara x gn!reader
description: Chuuya comes back injured but plays it off bc you’re worried
warnings: mentions of blood, Chuuya being way too considerate for his own good because I hc that he’s way too worried about others to worry about himself.
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Chuuya Nakahara’s charm was undeniable. That was a given when you entered this relationship with him. Sure he was a Mafioso, and was a little rough around the edges (especially when it came to that Dazai guy who followed you two around to mess with him on your first date) but really, he was a gentleman, and a really sweet guy, and treated you so well he put fairytale princes to shame. 
His character amazed you to the extent that you weren’t even sure how a guy like him ended up in the port mafia. But you never really asked, because it seemed like a touchy subject for him, so you didn’t overstep those boundaries.
But now, yet again, you questioned them.
Because there he stood in the doorway of his apartment, covered in his own blood and looking like he was about to faint. You’d come over to make dinner for when he got back, by far not expecting…this.
“Chuuya!” You yelped in surprise at the sight of him, clothes tattered, nose and mouth bleeding, hell it seemed like there wasn’t a single spot where he wasn’t bleeding. He blinked at you, looking like he was about to ask what you were doing here, but before he could you’d already made it to him and were helping him kick off his boots.
“I’m fine I’m fine” he said gruffly, taking off his battered hat and hanging it with his coat. Still, he watched, his legs feeling like jello as you set his shoes neatly to the side and stood to check his injuries. What a sweetheart.
“No you’re not! You need to see a doctor or something, this is-“
“Y/n. Really… I’ll be okay. Just let me go get a shower I’ll be out in a minute.” He said softly, taking your hands in his own gloved ones and offering a reassuring squeeze. He knew you needed it, he could see the scared look in your eyes- he’d never seen you so worried before, but it was equally touching and yet a worry to him as well.
He shuffled past you into the bathroom, starting up his shower while you stood outside the door, frowning and pacing back and forth. He let the warm water melt away the dried blood that covered his body. He didn’t realize Dazai would let him go so far as to injure himself this badly. He clung to the shower wall, his aching muscles feeling numb and yet so tense under the weight of his very bones. It was a suffocating feeling, being this exhausted.
But right now, all he could think about was how worried you looked. It had him thinking that this might be the last straw in the relationship. He wasn’t sure why though. He’d never come back in a state like this before, and he knew you were scared to death. Would you leave for your own sake? if you just couldn’t handle the stress? He wouldn’t blame you if that was the case. It’s a scary thing to see.
He turned off the shower and haphazardly got dressed- he always left his pj’s in the bathroom because he showered every night anyways.
He walked out, eyes scanning the room for you. “Y/n?” He hesitated, worry in his tone. Did you leave?
“I’m here!” Your voice came from the kitchen, and he walked in, seeing you at the stove. “I was making a surprise dinner when you got here” you smiled sheepishly, giving him worried glances. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “So that’s what you were doin, huh? I…didn’t scare you too bad, did I?” He asked reluctantly, watching you. You scoffed, smiling a bit. “Scare me? No you terrified me…but you seem okay…you are okay, right?”
You walked over to him, cupping his cheeks with your hands, squishing his face playfully. He nodded, staying quiet as he tugged your hands down and intertwined your fingers with his. “Of course I’m fine… just a rough mission, is all…” he smiled, wrapping his arms around you as he mindlessly rocked back and forth. “Really, I’m just excited for dinner. Looks amazing, doll.” He said cheerily, watching as you finally smiled. Good. 
He slow danced with you in the kitchen for a while, just quietly, absentmindedly reassuring you, till dinner was ready, at least. He didn’t want to worry you, so he sneakily took some painkillers afterwards, and drank a crap ton of wine to help dull the pain. As long as he wasn’t scaring you off, he’d take any pain.
You worried anyways, but didn’t ask about it. You knew how he was, after all. So, you made sure to set out the little first aid kit in the drawer for when he inevitably got up during the night to tend to the cuts and bruises that remained.
it was strange, really, the way you two tip-toed so caringly around his work in the mafia. But he appreciated your quiet understanding, and you appreciated his quiet willingness to let you tend to him. It was quite the arrangement, but it was something you both agreed to from day one.
so he’d come see you and charm your worries away, and you’d worry and baby him anyways. It worked, after all.
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This lil guys got me in a chokehold im not gonna lie also why does this song always remind me of him 😭😭😭 anyways i hope u enjoy lmk if you have requests for him or any other characters
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autumnbrambleagain · 2 days ago
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Favourite caves of qud mods? I wanna dive in and fully mod my game
I don't have the energy to turn these into hyperlinks so you have to do the work of typing these names into the workshop and finding them, I apologize that I am not apologizing.
Hearthpyre and the Clever Girl Fork are obvious necessities. Starapple Valley and Regrowing Plants and Qud Fishing is on that list too for being able to make your own imprint on the world. With how the uh, story's themes go, I am even more feeling validated in my decision to spend most of the game building bases and farming and stuff.
Dynamic Background Color because I don't even remember what the game looks like without it anymore. I think I use the More Dots mod too.
Allography lets you add descriptions to things, including yourself, which is great.
1 Percent Loot Drops adds a ton of neat, very balanced items.
Cleaning Robots lets you have robots that clean fluids and I honestly just wish one in on EVERY settlement so they don't become giant messes after one visit. Indispensable mod.
Choose Your Fighter is good if you aren't a lunatic like me who just makes your own phenotypes and sprites and pets and dialogue for every character you play.
Jademouth is what I would argue to be the best, most diegetically natural town mod in the game. It adds very little to the world outside of itself, and adds a very much needed mid-game town with a fun quest and good characters. None of the writing feels out of place, it doesn't add encounters all over the map, it keeps to its own lane and does an great job of it.
Cryptogeology is an incredibly good quest which helps guide you to each town in the game naturally, has a ton of flavor, and a really decent reward. It feels like a natural part of the game.
Tealeaves adds a much-needed merchant to the Six Day Stilt who is also very well written and lets you get a chance at Newly Sentient Beings rep.
Issachari Evolved adds much needed variety to that faction.
Nightmare Treats gives you a lot more ways to reroll mutations, AND ways to gain mental stats. Eat them. It's safe. Nothing bad will happen.
Wired Child is a fun mid-late stage quest in Ezra that gets you a VERY nice weapon if you can manage it.
Return of the Arcwyrk. You need more enemies in your life. zzzap.
Knife Fights at Eddy's is mandatory, I'm sorry I don't make the rules.
A Specter is Haunting Qud adds some VERY nasty enemies and you deserve to be killed by them. Things should be scarier. Get scared. Basically Templar Hologram Wraith Knights but they're Eater ghosts. Fucked up! I won't tell you how to beat them figure it out yourself.
Village Finder because I hate the "go to each parasang and press + and then -" when looking for villages. Am I that dumb my character can't notice villages when walking through them.
Folk Scrap and Mundanity. Mandatory. Very flavorful.
Baboons of Babel adds much needed variety to baboon faction.
Judicators of Qud add a fun neat challenging robot who is kind of like if a leering stalker and a feral lah had a baby that wasn't the sum of its parts but something all its own.
Disjecta Membra's lore feels a little out of sync with 1.0, and it makes the game a giant mess. So basically, enemies can be infected, and when they die things get Interesting. It can cause huge problems and it's a fucking mess. It can make Call to Arms an unworkable disaster and Templar historical sites become unmanageable. I love it. I cannot play without it. It makes the game so much more challenging and stressful, especially in the early/midgame. The writing is fucking incredible even if its flavor doesn't line up exactly right anymore. Do not do this on your first playthrough but after your first playthrough install this and suffer with me forever. This might be my favorite new-content mod tbh.
Your Own Personal Relics is a neat adjustment to the Item Naming system which honestly I just wish-name things when I mod them to max anyway but it's neat.
Feline's Furnishings are good tiles.
Fluid Storage is great and the Klein Bottles are fantastic and putting 500 drams in their weightless moebius will never go wrong for you ever.
I think that should do you with the unimax's share of the mods I use!
Sidenote, Eule does a lot of mods that are Very Cool but also last time I used them they had a problem of all of them would spawn things in the jungle, so with all of them active every jungle screen would have like, their populations taken over by all the Argent Somethingorother and the Unseen Adversaries and the Arboreta Guys. None of them work with 1.0 anyway I don't think, and the mods ARE very high quality! But their spawn rates were extremely overpowering to the point where the jungle was basically just entirely made of those 3 factions and it was a Bit Much.
I'm also about to try out the Labyrinthine Trail and Xeototin Mechanical Somethingorother for the first time but I haven't done them yet so i have no comment.
Also Facial Equipment Diversity is neat too.
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5targh0st · 2 days ago
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NUMBER ONE GIRL
38. feeling feelings (written)
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As cliché as it sounds, before meeting you, Yeonjun never actually thought about the consequences of his actions. After the incident with Minho, he only cares about having a good time and surrounding himself with pleasure and excitement so he could drown his pain. At some point, he actually stopped feeling hurt and started enjoying the parties, the drinks, and the girls. All the attention and praise he got made him feel part of everyone else, as if he was no longer an outsider. However, at the same time, all of that made him seem unreachable for most people. It was perfect; he got to enjoy the mundanity of it all while protecting himself from yet another heartbreak. But then it wasn't...
Meeting you is the best thing that could have happened to him. Yes, you were broken, but you both have been trying to build each other back up and make something real out of it. He's happy. When he's with you he forgets the past, and then it reaches him and makes him doubt. His insecurities drag him down and scream at him how he's not enough. He wasn't enough back then and he's even worse now.
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"Wanna talk about it?" You ask while running your fingers through his hair, something you just learned helps him relax.
"I have to." His voice is merely above a whisper but is enough to make you shiver. Sure, you've cuddled and shared a bed before, but he's never exactly been this close to you. Every breath he takes tickles your neck and makes you want to have him even closer.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want."
"I do want to tell you but for now let me stay like this a little longer." He feels so small and yet so safe. Has he ever been held like this? Maybe his bar is also on the floor.
"Whatever you need."
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He wakes up in the middle of the night without being able to remember when he fell asleep. Your arms are still around him and you're still playing with his hair.
"Why are you still awake?"
"I'm not tired, it's not even midnight." He can hear the smile. "Had a good nap?"
"Absolutely, you're the best pillow ever." He wraps his arms around your waist and brings your bodies closer.
"Charming as ever, I see."
You stay like that for a little while, just bathing in each other's presence and warmth. He's scared to even breathe too loud and bursting this bubble of peace and comfort. He has to, though.
"I'm sorry," he starts and before you can protest he continues. "I know you think I don't have to apologize but I need to. You've been going through some messed up shit because of me and you don't deserve to. And maybe you didn't want to make me feel bad or whatever but you should've told me.
I'm not mad, though. If anything I just feel grateful that you thought about me even in that overwhelming situation. But this also made me realize how much more you deserve. I can't change my past and I can't promise you people are just gonna leave us alone, they have the right to feel whatever they're feeling after all.
What I can promise is that I'll do everything in my power to make you feel confident in this relationship. You have nothing to worry about. I'll try even harder."
"Yeon-"
"Please, let me finish. I'll make us work. But, if you have already decided this is too much and you don't wanna go through the hassle I also understand that. You didn't sign up for this kind of harassment after all. I'll stay away if that's what you want. I'll even give you space to think about it."
He sounds so defeated. He told you he had issues, you just didn't realize how deep his insecurities run.
"There's nothing to think about," your voice remains calm. "I want to be with you. It's not a hassle and you're not too much. I'll be happy to walk with you and make this work."
He doesn't say anything, he just buries his face in the crook of your neck and holds you even tighter. He even sheds some tears but you don't notice, and if you do you don't comment on it. Is this what love feels like?
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I love them so much
beomgyu adores yn because she makes yeonjun happy but he's never saying that out loud
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mattsfavouritewhore · 1 day ago
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Just a dream - chris sturniolo
Summary: A bad dream opened your eyes to what could be a harsh wake up call.
The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled the quiet bedroom as you stirred under the covers. Chris's arm was draped loosely over your waist, his even breathing a comforting rhythm against the uncertainty brewing in your chest. You’d always told yourself you were fine with this—this undefined “situationship” where you acted like a couple without the label—but last night’s dream had shaken that fragile resolve.
The dream had felt so real. Chris, smiling in a photo with another girl, his arm slung casually over her shoulders. No warning, no explanation, just him moving on like what you two had meant nothing. The pit in your stomach deepened, bile rising to your throat as the memory of the dream replayed. Next to him, everything felt off, abnormal, like the balance had shifted.
You turned onto your side, careful not to wake him, and stared at his peaceful face. The sight of him—the small crinkle of his brows even in sleep, the way his lips parted slightly as he breathed—usually brought comfort. But now, it only made the ache in your chest worse.
Chris stirred beside you, his lashes fluttering open as he turned toward you. "Babe?" His voice was rough with sleep, but his eyes quickly sharpened when they landed on your tear-streaked face. "What’s wrong? Are you okay?"
You hesitated, swallowing hard, debating whether to tell him. But the dream had left its mark..
“I had a dream about you…It… it made me feel sick."
His face softened immediately, his brows knitting together in concern. "Hey, hey, come here." He reached out, pulling you into his chest, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.
“I know it was just a dream,” you replied, your voice trembling. “But it felt so real.. you got a girlfriend. You didn’t even tell me"
His eyes softened, but he looked taken aback. “Babe, it was just a dream... You know that, right?" almost as if he was making sure you knew.. even though you had just told him you knew it was a dream.
You nodded against him but couldn’t shake the weight pressing down on you. "But it… it felt real. Like it could happen..And the worst part is… it’s something you could do. We’re not even official, Chris. What if one day you just decide I’m not enough?” Your voice cracked, and you pulled away to look at him.
His face fell, guilt flashing in his eyes as he sat up. He ran a hand through his messy hair, clearly at a loss for words. “I didn’t realize you felt this way,” he said quietly.
You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself, feeling exposed. “I didn’t either, until last night... You’re scared of commitment, Chris, i get that.. but What if you just… decide one day that this isn’t enough for you?"
His eyes darkened, guilt flashing across his face. He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "I… I’m sorry I’ve made you feel that way. I’ve been so scared of putting a label on us because I didn’t want to mess things up. But I’m realizing now that not committing is hurting you more than I ever wanted."
The rest of the morning passed in a haze. Chris stayed by your side, but there was a heaviness in the air. When he eventually left, saying he needed to clear his head, you couldn’t shake the hollow feeling inside you. You spent the day replaying the dream and your conversation, The thought of losing him—of someone else taking your place- The thought of him slipping away felt unbearable. The words, they gave you a sliver of hope, but the anxiety lingered.
by the time evening rolled around, you were curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. A soft knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. When you opened it, there he stood, a bouquet of your favourite flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. His face was earnest, nervous even.
“Hey,” he said softly, his expression a mix of nervousness and determination. “Can I come in?”
You nodded, stepping aside to let him in. He set the flowers and chocolates on the coffee table before turning to face you.
“I’ve been an idiot,” he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I’ve been scared—scared of commitment, scared of messing things up. But losing you… the thought of you not being in my life is even scarier.... I… I’ve been thinking about what you said. About us. And I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re not enough or like I’d replace you. I’m terrified of screwing this up, but I’d rather try and fail than lose you because I was too scared to commit."
Your breath hitched as his words sank in. He took your hands in his, his grip firm and reassuring.
“I don’t want to be with anyone else,” he continued. “I want this—us. Officially.”
Your heart thudded painfully in your chest, and you blinked back fresh tears. "Are you sure, Chris?"
He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” He stepped closer, gently cupping your face in his hands. "I’m sure about you. I’ve always been sure about you."
A watery laugh escaped your lips, and you nodded. "Okay." throwing your arms around him. He held you tightly, as if he never wanted to let go.
Chris grinned, relief flooding his face as he leaned down to press a tender kiss to your lips. In that moment, the dream melted away, replaced by the warmth of his touch and the promise of something real. The rest of the night was a blur of soft kisses, whispered promises, and the sweet realisation that you no longer had to wonder where you stood. Chris was yours, and you were his—no more doubts, no more fears. Just the two of you, together.
a/n: i feel like this sucks...
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mskyrathefroggo · 2 days ago
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The Noble Trials Earis.
Here’s my Earis I’ve named her
Kyranix Nehellenia Calliomene Ilves
Their first name was given by a friend who thought my name (Kyra) would fit with the period but I already self-inserted myself with Luca (as you may be able to tell) so,
I wanted to put a spin on it and named them Kyranix. It just seemed fitting, this outfit currently at this moment is her combat attire. I originally went in between combat attire and formal wear but looking at other fanart of the crumpets Earis and Zaros. Kyranix’s outfit just didn’t fit in with the period
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When making Kyranix’s look I based her design off of Tanya from Mortal Kombat and Kida from Atlantis and some tidbits of Egyptian and Greek origins because for me that’s what the ethics he gets from their father and Queen Roena
Now when it comes to Sakuverse Oc’s I like to have them have some relationship to me in some type of way some of them might be unique some might be similar but for now Kyranix has a unique one is Vitiligo, now I have vitiligo, a younger age I was scared and ashamed of it until I grew up and grown to appreciate it and that’s what I wanted for him but I had Kyranix a lot more vitiligo than I had,
Now for the more interesting part.
Who is Kyranix Nehellenia Calliomene Ilves
(Kai•Ran•Icks) (ne-he-le-nia) (Cal-yo-men-E)
Age:???
Height: 5’9/6’0
Birthday: March 21st (Aries)
Favorite flower: Marigold
Eye color: Malachite
Guilty pleasure: collecting and secretly reading forbidden or controversial texts, such as poetry, philosophy, or tales of rebellion.
Natural Resting Bitch Face
Identical appearance to their grandmother
Soprano
Favorite animal: Lynx or a Phoenix
Has selective Luck
Acrobatic
Non-Binary
Now ima skip the obvious parts. Kyranix is an effortlessly beautiful complex, layered individual—a mix of brilliance, fire, and deep-seated vulnerability.
While she carries themselves with the regal composure expected of Serulla's heir, they often defy expectations with a sharp wit and a penchant for mischief. Kyranix is deeply intelligent, but they mask it behind a free-spirited, sometimes joyful exterior, knowing when to switch gears and focus when the stakes are high.
They’re fiercely independent yet plagued by a longing for validation, especially from authority figures—a result of both their upbringing and their struggles with bipolar disorder.
Their fiery temper and sarcastic humor are often shields against the loneliness and pressure they feel as the kingdom’s heir. Despite their emotional walls, Kyranix possesses an unshakable loyalty to their people and a strong moral compass, even when personal pain threatens to derail their judgment.
I’d note that Kyranix is very smart she just chooses to not be on the daily but knows when the time comes to be serious they just like to mess with people as they prefer an unpredictable persona
Talents and Skills:
Harp Playing: A skill she’s mastered as a way to channel his emotions when words fail. Their music is hauntingly beautiful, often reflective of their inner turmoil.
Ballet: Kyranix uses her flexibility and training in ballet not only as an art form but as a way to express control and discipline—something he struggles with emotionally.
Bo/Staff Combat: A weapon of choice that reflects her personality: elegant but fierce, and capable of immense power when wielded correctly.
For lore at this moment until Saku changes something up
Kyranix’s long hair and its style was a tribute to their father who wasn’t in their life long I kinda scrapped that idea because it didn’t make sense, especially with this alt costume
Scrapped Alternative Costume
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But I did keep the father figure trauma because why not
Kyranix suffers from emotional turmoil and bipolar disorder and searches for validation from others; they become aggressive, angry, and resentful of paternal figures. She may also struggle with social adjustment and develop behavioral problems due to Kyranix’s status he was trained to be the best
Relationship with Zaros:
Her relationship with Zaros is a battlefield of emotions—anger, betrayal, unresolved feelings, and undeniable chemistry. Zaros’s teasing clashes with Kyranix’s fiery temper, creating a dynamic where every argument is layered with tension and unspoken truths. Zaros might see through their façade in a way that no one else can, both infuriating and intriguing Kyranix.
Kyranix herself won’t admit it but she does enjoy Zaros company as in all truth Zaros was his only true friend as many other people were just Kyranix’s friends because of their status when they were kids Zaros gave Kyranix a gift which was the marigold earrings they wear
As much as Kyranix is set on pursuing the future behind those walls she is afraid of the future and what her fate holds
Name Origin:
The name Kyranix Nehellenia Calliomene Ilves combines elements of strength, beauty, and duality. "Kyranix" symbolizes a balance of light and darkness which means "little dark one" or "beam of light", reflecting their complex personality.
"Nehellenia" connects to a protective and mystical nature, inspired by a goddess of prosperity and the sea.
"Calliomene" highlights their elegance and creativity, tying to their artistic talents and emotional depth, while "Ilves" represents independence and a fierce, cunning spirit.
Together, the name embodies a powerful, multifaceted individual who is both regal and deeply introspective, shaped by their struggles and aspirations. The name also could be interpreted as: "The radiant protector with a fierce, beautiful soul, guided by duality and independence.”
Dancer Attire:
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Random Facts About Kyranix:
Silent Strategist:
Kyranix might often be found quietly observing situations, calculating the best course of action without letting anyone know they're already ten steps ahead. They enjoy playing the long game and outsmarting others, even if they appear carefree.
A Lover of the Night:
Despite their royal responsibilities, Kyranix has a deep appreciation for the nighttime, often going on late-night walks or sitting by a window to watch the stars while reflecting on their inner thoughts. The stillness of night gives them clarity and peace.
Hides Their Vulnerability Behind Humor:
Kyranix uses sharp, sarcastic humor to deflect from moments of emotional vulnerability. It’s their way of keeping people at arm’s length, but those closest to them can see through the jokes and understand the hurt behind them.
A Collection of Gifts:
Kyranix secretly collects small tokens or mementos that hold sentimental value—things they don’t often show anyone. These could range from old books to items from people they care about, including the marigold earrings given by Zaros.
Enjoys Dancing in Private:
Given their ballet training, Kyranix occasionally lets loose and dances when no one is around, finding freedom in the fluidity of movement. It’s one of the rare times they truly feel at peace with themselves.
Imperfect Perfectionist:
While they strive for perfection in everything, from their combat skills to their leadership, Kyranix is incredibly self-critical. They often push themselves too hard, secretly fearing failure and feeling the weight of their expectations.
Loves Music with a Haunting Edge:
They play the harp beautifully, but Kyranix often leans toward darker, more melancholic pieces—music that mirrors their inner conflicts and emotional complexity.
Their Idea of Relaxation:
On rare occasions when Kyranix allows themselves a break, they might retreat to a quiet garden or secluded space, curl up with a book, and sip on a drink that relaxes them, like herbal tea or something calming like chamomile with honey.
Secret Soft Spot for Animals:
While they may not openly express it, Kyranix has a soft spot for animals, particularly those that are independent but still capable of showing affection—like cats or certain wild creatures. They may be seen feeding stray animals in secret, a small act of kindness hidden from others.
Doesn't Believe in Love (Yet):
Kyranix, due to past betrayals and emotional turmoil, has a hard time believing in true, unconditional love. They might scoff at the idea of romance but secretly long for someone who can understand their complexities without needing to fix them.
Things Kyranix Might Do:
Engage in Heated Debates:
Kyranix loves a good intellectual challenge, often debating topics like philosophy, politics, or ethics, especially when they know they’ll win or outwit the other person with their sharp reasoning.
Disguise Their Emotions:
When they're upset or hurt, Kyranix is excellent at masking it. They might throw themselves into physical training or hide behind a sarcastic comment to divert attention from their inner turmoil.
Nighttime Routines:
They might have a personal ritual, like lighting candles in a specific order or engaging in a brief meditation session to center themselves before going to sleep. It’s a time when they feel most at ease with themselves.
Take Long, Reflective Walks:
Kyranix enjoys long walks in solitude, particularly when they need to clear their head or work through their emotions. These walks might take them through royal gardens, forests, or along the edges of the kingdom.
Improvise Battle Techniques:
While trained in formal combat, Kyranix enjoys experimenting with new techniques or finding creative ways to combine different styles in the heat of battle, often surprising others with their unpredictable moves.
Challenge Authority (Subtly):
They may subtly challenge their mentors or those in authority positions, often testing their limits with sarcastic comments or questioning decisions, while still respecting the hierarchy to avoid outright rebellion.
Sneak Away from Formal Gatherings:
At royal events or formal gatherings, Kyranix might slip away unnoticed, escaping to a quiet spot where they can be alone and recharge before returning to their duties.
Keep a Journal:
Kyranix might keep a private journal or collection of poems, writing down their innermost thoughts and feelings, especially when they’re too afraid to voice them aloud. The journal might also contain strategic plans or musings about their future.
Romance Novels:
secretly enjoys reading very provocative romance novels, obsessing over the heavy scenes and dramatic characters. Despite their serious, royal exterior, they get deeply invested in the stories, even making notes in the margins and sometimes reading aloud to themselves, fully immersed in the drama. This secret hobby is a humorous contrast to their composed persona, and they'd never let anyone, especially Zaros, catch them in the act.
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*thinking about the villains' tragic fates*
You know, their routes never really talk too much about their fates and how it effects them mentally. Or how the MC feels about it, and dealing with the fear and angst of it with the slight exception of William's route
*eyes widen*
... I think I know what the sequels are gonna be about
#I am scared both because it will be angsty and because they might not do this and mess up the sequels#from what I can tell Ikemen sequels can be pretty hard to do right#partly because the playerbase has over a year to imagine their own post-route and get attached to that#and because added onto an already finished story can be difficult without potentially accidentally undoing the efforts of the characters#I haven't read a lot of ikemen sequels so I could be wrong#but Ikevil doesn’t have this problem so much because it feels like there are some loose threads left with their relationship and character#not enough that it leaves you unsatisfied but enough that you could definitely expand upon it#I guess the tricky thing then would be expanding upon it in a way that people like#but for me I noticed some of the routes don't feel like one full finished story in terms of their relationship#it feels like the beginning of something#specifically I get that feeling for Liam's and Harrison's route#like the story ends with them getting together because we spent the whole story getting to know each other and learning their backstory#but it still feels like there's stuff to untangle and figure out in a relationship with them#I just hope that some of the sequels will be more slow paced#and whatever Crown mission going on is only meant to enhance the character journey like in Elbert's route#instead of being the main source of drama#but it could depend with the character and what type of story a sequel for them would be best for#like William's sequel being more action-packed and stakes while Liam's is more soft#I feel like that would fit them#thank you for coming to my ted talk#...in the tags#ikevil#ikemen villains#ikemen series
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certifiedlesbianvampire · 5 months ago
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hear me out: aramata SLOWBURN. i mean painfully slow. it takes them (almost) a whole decade. mainly because i think their relationship needs to develop to where they are both fully comfortable and fully accepting of their relationship, as well as attraction to each other. i think matakara knows he likes arajin already but post-canon it takes a while since they're trying to balance their relationship to be more equal. he also isn't entirely sure if arajin likes him back and wants to let their friendship heal first. arajin is deep in denial about being attracted to men in specific so i think it would take him longer. he'd accept being attracted to matakara first (because over time, i think he'd open up, accept his own insecurities and mistakes more etc) but when it comes to being attracted to men he's used to thinking of himself as straight and gets defensive when questioned so when he actually confronts it years later he'd be like "...wait a minute" the same thing i said about matakara applies here (trying to heal their relationship first before anything else) also they both take their relationships really seriously (implied in this short story) so i definitely think they would have to go through a lot, be certain about it and commit fully.
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ratatatastic · 2 months ago
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local man haunts (me) open practise yet again more news at 11
#txt#what an experience#i didnt go alone this time which means shenanigans heightened by 20#and by that i mean we were by the glass drinking mate (that security thankfully let us bring in)#and ___ kept going (lifts mate up to the glass) quieres? to all the players that skated by#and i had to just go STOP THAT#and they went they dont want our mate hmph what do they know about mate and i went. well thats the thing. they dont 😭😭#theres was a bunch of kids next to me which meant a lot players over to our side and ekky trucked over#and knocked the glass w his stick on a driveby and scared the shit out of me I ALMOST DROPPED MY MATE he had this shit eating grin#maffhew also kept doing little toodle-loo waves at the kids behind him it was so cute 😭😭😭#but anyways i think its so funny ___ kept focusing on ekky too and i didnt realise why until they just drop the bombshell of#“they remind me of your brother” and i went “DONT FUCKING SAY THAT WHAT THE FUCK MAN DONT SAY SUCH SACRILEGE”#the rest of the convo was in spanish and i dont know how to like fully convey 🇦🇷 banter in eng but it roughly went#“no he does. he has the same dumb face when he starts shit (because he kept bodily bumping into boqy and forsy)#the same 'was that me? did i do that?' troublemaker face. hes a shit stirrer but never answers to it. hes sleazy in that way.#he has the same beard too dont you see it“#and then i promptly spent the whole time going god he is just like my older brother oh this is a horrifying revelation oh god#anyways they kept saying look at his dumb face look at it just like your brother the whole time in spanish when he crept near#and i had to go SHUT UP PLEASE HE CAN HEAR YOU to which they snorted and went you said its fine if we spoke spanish here theyre not gonna#understand us and i was like OKAY BUT IM SURE 11 YEARS HERE HES GONNA PICK UP#SOMETHING AND WE KEEP CURSING SO FOR MY SAKE CAN YOU SHUT UP#mikksy and schmidty were super playful with eo. tuomo ruutu kept messing w mikksy. and ekky was like a damn bumper car bumpin everyone#maffhew ofc was very dramatic when he couldnt get a goal in against knighter and he did the horse headshake in front of us#and i went “you can tell whos number 19 because hes the most dramatic person on the ice always”#ekky was super vocal i know he wanted to practise against the empty net but aj was practising tipins and he goes#MOVE OUT OF THE WAY. MOVE OUT OF THE WAY. and aj so confused just moves like ???#and ekky notches one in goes over to him and waves his glove at him to move#also dmen + lundy were practising on my side of the ice afterwards (lundy ekky uvis kuli. kuli was practising solo. lundy was feeding ekky#for some slapshots uvis got some passes in with them) and anyways i did not fucking realise swaggy was still out because i was so focused on#the dmen until he shot a puck straight at my face and like man i know its not personal but damn did it feel personal with the lookback
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konohamaru-sensei · 1 month ago
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Not to kill the big euphoria that's been in my dash since Saturday, but I (personally) did not like the ending of a rcane
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