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ramp-it-up · 1 month ago

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Peach, Part III

Part II | Part IV

Summary: Steven Grant Rogers is Bucky Barnes' best friend and business parter in crime. He has decided to get out of the life with Bucky because it's the right thing to do. And now he is in love. With you. A woman he lied to about a myriad of things. Now he just needs to convince you to forgive him. And spend the rest of your life with him.

Pairing: Art Dealer/Philanthopist (Mob Boss) Steve Rogers x Reader (Peach)

A/N: I love these two and there is so much to say. More parts to come.This fic is connected to the Bucky Barnes Knock You Down AU, and AFTER the events in the Bucky Barnes fic You've Got me Thinking. I'm so done for with Steve and Peach. The next part will be published next week! ☺️

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Angsty angst! Steve is called ‘Steve’ and ‘Grant’ at the beginning, because lies. Mutual pining, attempted masturbation, wild thoughts, threats with a knife, talk of a gun, dirty talk, voice kink, praise kink, did I say ANGST? Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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As soon as Steve and Bucky stepped into the house in Hilton Head, Frumoasă’s family welcomed them warmly. Steve felt something that he hadn’t felt in a long while as he watched Bucky and his girl reunite. It had only been a few days, but the emotion between them was palpable.

Steve was happy for his friend, that after years of playing around he finally found his one. His mind drifted to a certain someone in Georgia as his eyes scanned the room for the family’s reaction to this reunion.

When his eyes lighted on you, Steve did a double take, thinking that he was hallucinating.

There you were, beautiful as ever, staring at him like a deer in the headlights, your rapid breathing making your chest rise and fall under the form fitting dress you were wearing.

Steve’s heartbeat was out of control as his eyes traced your form, down to those sexy high heeled boots, and then back up again to that face, those lips, those eyes!

You looked as if you had seen a ghost. After a few seconds, recognition filled them as you looked from Bucky and Frumoasa and then back to Steve.

Steve knew the moment you understood what he had done. He saw your eyes flash at him, almost felt your body tense and could only watch your flight into the kitchen.

Against his normally strong sense of self preservation, he went after you.

—-

The instant your eyes met Grant Stevens' ocean blue gaze, you lost all focus. You flushed and became physically affected by his proximity. You watched in silence as he stepped into the room behind the attractive dark haired man that your cousin flew to embrace and closed the door behind him.

You were confused as to why he was here with this other man and what was going on.

As your family’s chatter increased, you realized that this must be Bucky Barnes, whom you’d heard so much about from your cousin. You were impressed that he came after her; you knew how bull headed she was.

Almost as much as you were.

Then it hit you.

The man with him was not Grant Stevens, ordinary bartender, this was Steve Rogers, multi millionaire mobster and Bucky Barnes’ best friend.

Your eyes took in the scene and then met Grant’s (no Steve’s) again and you shook yourself from your daze. The man you knew in Atlanta was the same, but different.

His hair was different, cut quite a bit shorter, but still floofy on top, and he still had a beard, but it was tamed. He carried himself a little differently as well, as if he could buy and sell this entire house and everyone in it but didn’t want to, an air of confidence and expectation, directed toward you.

These subtle differences hit you right in the pussy, because damn, he looked good, he smelled good, and that big dick energy was enormous.

But then you realized how he’d lied to you and rage, disbelief, and betrayal flooded your body. You tried to regulate after realizing that your jaw was clenched and your hands were balled into fists.

Rather than deck this man in front of your family and draw attention to this fucked up situation, you retreated into the kitchen, hoping that Steve would have the good sense not to follow you.

You went to the sink and gazed out of the window to the beach, attempting to be soothed by the vision of the tide retreating and returning until you heard the door open and close behind you.

Without turning around, you shook your head to clear it from the haze his rich, woodsy scent cast over you.

And also to warn Steve Rogers.

“DO NOT come near me.”

—--

Steve’s heart was beating a mile a minute and he was sweating as he pursued you, but he couldn’t help himself. This thing between you and him was undeniable.

At least to him.

And so he came around the sizable kitchen island to talk to you despite your warning.

His mouth was dry when he attempted to speak, but he had to try.

“Peach… I—“

You turned around, a Japanese steel carving knife in your hand.

Steve felt his eyes widen and he put his hands up and backed away until the counter behind him stopped his retreat. He knew he could easily take the knife from you and calm you down, but now was not the time for force.

It was time to grovel.

“Peach, please…”

You advanced upon him, tip of the knife pointed at Steve’s throat. Your pulse quickened as you got nearer to him, only because you were going to kill him, you thought.

Not because he was so damn fine. No.

Not because your nipples were tight and your pussy was pounding as you remembered his hands on you, inside you, and his hard body against you as his mouth invaded yours.

You were so caught up that you could only stare at him as you threatened his life.

You searched Steve’s handsome face for the hint of a smirk, which, to his credit, wasn’t there. Steve looked earnest, like a little boy even, so your eyes moved away from his face and down to the impossible broadness of his shoulders in the fine brown suede jacket over brown cashmere sweater, to his tailored brown slacks, skipping over the bulge there down to his big feet in brown suede boots.

The tone on tone was attractive and the hint of the chain of his St. Stephen’s medal, the same one he wore in Atlanta, was about to make you go feral.

This man affected you in the worst ways.

How could you want to murder him, fuck him, and also just bury yourself in his chest?

“Who the fuck are you?”

Steve dropped his head and stared down at the knife at his neck when you spoke

He deserved every cut you wanted to give him.

“I’m so, so sorry, Peach.”

He looked back up at you and you gasped, the knife dropping a little. At the same time, while holding your gaze, Steve slowly moved his hands toward yours, which was trembling slightly now. You nodded a little as he reached for the knife and he took it gently out of your hand.

He moved toward you and you backed up as he reached beside you to put the knife down, rendering it available if you wanted to hurt him again.

You were impressed.

But you didn’t trust him one bit.

“Back the fuck up, Grant. Or Steven. Or whatever the fuck you are calling yourself today.”

Steve created space and leaned against the opposite counter, looking more comfortable than your angry heart agreed with.

“I deserve your anger, Peach. But I can explain.”

At that, you straightened up and picked up the knife again.

“I’m not angry, Steven. I have no feelings for you whatsoever.”

Steve’s mouth fell open. He wasn’t expecting that.

“If I ever felt anything for anyone, it may have been Grant Stevens, but he doesn’t exist.”

You examined the knife, but didn’t point it at him this time.

“Since he doesn’t exist, neither do my feelings or any chance I allow you to get close to me ever again.”

Your multicolored eyes stared into Steve’s and he shivered.

“Now, this is obviously a big deal for my cousin out there, and for your friend. I’m not going to spoil this for her. But you.”

You indicated Steve with the knife.

“You, stay the fuck away from me. Pretend I don’t exist and I,” You smiled a little.

“Well, I don’t have to do that, do I? Because not only did you lie to me, you ghosted me.”

Steve felt like the most despicable man on earth.

“So, you’re dead to me, Grant Stevens.”

You moved around the island to go back to the dining room with the knife in your hand.

“There’s another entrance to the dining room through the hallway by the bathrooms. Use it. I do not want to be associated with lying sacks of shit.”

You straightened your spine and Steve couldn’t help but watch your beautiful body leave him in the dust.

It was then that he knew he was in love.

—--

At dinner Steve watched everything unfold with consternation, but also amusement and curiosity. Bucky and his girl were about to crawl under the table and fuck, even though her parents were grilling him, but his friend had it under control.

Steve wanted to know what you thought of all this and when he looked at you, he thought he caught you checking for him a couple of times, but you always seemed to be looking at something else.

You were clearly still pissed at him.

Which gave him hope.

Because regardless of what you said about being dead to you, there was still some strong emotions swirling around in that head of yours.

Which meant you were thinking about him.

He had to get you alone to talk. But he didn’t know how.

When your aunt suggested he and Bucky stay over, he silently thanked the stars above.

Now he was getting somewhere.

—--

When your Aunt Karen opened her home to criminals and liars, you almost drove back to Atlanta. You sat there and stewed as this handsome asshole smirked across the table at you.

You should have used the knife.

This was going to be the longest four days of your life.

When Bucky and Steve left to retrieve their belongings from the hotel, you looked over to see your cousin staring at you. You thought she was too caught up in Bucky to notice anything.

You were wrong. She continued staring at you as she called out to her mother.

“Ma, Peach and I are going for a walk on the beach to work off dinner, we’ll be back soon.”

As soon as you were out of earshot, the interrogation began.

“What the fuck is up, bitch?”

You told her the entire story.

—-

“You gonna tell me what is going on now?”

Steve looked over at Bucky as they drove to the Surf Song Inn to get their luggage. He would be the only one to understand what he was going through.

“Remember when you said I didn’t really “get it” when you were talking about speeding up the timeline?

Bucky nodded, intrigued.

“Well, I do now. And the story starts in Atlanta….”

By the time Steve was done, Bucky’s mouth was hanging open.

“I noticed that she’s a looker; definitely related to my Frumoasa.”

They chuckled and Steve shook his head at his friend.

“Now that I know what’s going on, with the extension of the Atlanta deal, and the foundation outlay… You’ve got it fucking bad.”

Bucky laughed at his friend.

Steve groaned.

“Stop busting my balls, Buck. I need help.”

Bucky shook his head.

“I don’t know man. My girl and I certainly went through something like this, but she knew my real name, for fuck’s sake. And I never left her hanging to run off into the night forever. I want to fucking punch you for that shit.”

Bucky was serious.

“I know. I’m such an idiot. But I panicked. I think I knew I was in love but I’d fucked up. In the back of my mind I was always going to go back once we got clean and tell her the truth but…”

“Fate won out?”

“Yeah.”

There was silence in the car as the sounds of the ocean surrounded them.

“She threatened to slit my throat when she saw me today. She had the carving knife in her hand.”

Bucky grinned at his friend who was gazing dreamily out of the window.

“I knew I liked her. My kind of girl. She’s perfect for you.”

“Punk. But how do I get her to realize that?”

“Persistence my friend. Persistence. And cunning.”

—--

By the time Steve and Bucky had returned, there was a plan, but almost as soon as he stepped into the house, your cousin grabbed him up. He followed her into the kitchen, afraid of another knife attack.

“Just what the fuck do you think you are doing, Steven Grant Rogers? You trying to run game on my cousin? We don’t play that, I will fuck you up!”

This time it wasn’t a knife, but your cousin’s finger pointed at him

“I love her.”

She froze, mouth open and finger in mid air.

“Well. Damn.”

She straightened up and leaned on the counter as Bucky came in.

“May I join the party?”

His girl glared at him and he put his hands up as he walked up on her and took her in his arms.

“I promise, I didn’t know a thing about it. I’ve been a little distracted lately.

He kissed her and her ire was gone. Steve wished it were that easy for him.

“So you’re in love but you fucked her over, and she wants nothing to do with you. Cool.”

Your cousin wasn’t scowling at him, but she wasn’t smiling either.

“Yeah, I’m fucked. But i’ve got a plan.”

Steve and Bucky looked at each other and grinned. Your cousin looked from one to the other. Then they told her the plan.

“Oh hell. My poor cousin. But you forgot one important thing…”

—--

The rest of the night was spent playing board games, watching football, and outrageous flirting between Bucky and your cousin.

Oh, and you avoiding Steve Rogers at all costs.

If he came into a room, you exited, if you heard his voice in another, you scowled. He was ruining your holiday. You were stressed beyond belief. But you had something for that.

You knew that your cousin was planning on meeting Bucky in the basement and being a freak, so that’s when you and your handy dandy little bullet vibrator would meet up.

You needed to relieve the tension Steve being in the house had placed on your pussy. You were afraid you would fold and fuck him.

All you needed was to cum and you could think straight.

When your cousin snuck out of the room, she thought you were asleep, but you were just hiding and waiting for her to leave. Just when you pulled the bullet from under your pillow, your door opened and your light came on. You sat up in bed when you saw it was Steve, prepared to cuss him out.

He quickly shut the door and leaned against it, a vision with his big, bare feet, plaid pajama pants and size smedium henley.

It was still a crime how good this man looked.

And how much he affected you.

Steve saw you without makeup, that delectable mouth in a sexy O, and those eyes wide and got hard instantly.

He was so ruined.

You watched Steve watching you and then watched him reach up and rub the back of his neck and damn, did his bicep look good as he unconsciously flexed.

“I need to explain, Peach.”

“You don’t need to do a gotdamn thing but get the fuck out of my room.”

“Please…”

“Don’t give me that shit. That fake apology begging shit. You’re nothing but a liar, and a manipulator. Trying to fuck me under an alias. Pretending to be something you’re not.”

Steve grew exasperated and damn you if the sight of him potentially angry didn’t turn you on more. Did you actually want him to fight for you?

You had a problem. A six foot, two inch problem.

“I didn’t fuck you, did I? I realized what I was doing was wrong and I stopped.”

You huffed and cocked your head.

“Yeah. You ran. Which was the easy way out. Instead of staying and apologizing and telling me the fucking truth. I don’t need your explanation now, asshole. You better be glad I don’t scream my ass off! Coming in here like you’re going to make me beg for you to put your little dick inside me and have your way with me in all the holes that you can.”

Steve raised his eyebrow, heart rate increasing. You wanted him.

“That's very oddly specific, Peach. Been thinking about me? Been fantasizing?”

His fervent whisper made you shiver.

“And I think you’ve ascertained by now that it’s not little.”

He smirked as you glared at him.

“You’re right, Peach. Now is not the time for explanations. Maybe we just need to finish what we started in Atlanta. Get the tension out so we can talk. Let me fuck you so hard that we both cum. Hard. So we can have a civil conversation.”

God, I need her to cum around my cock, those thighs wrapped around me, Steve thought. It was his only goal at the moment.

Your pussy sat up and took notice as you were silent, adjusting the pillow with the bullet under it so that he wouldn’t know what you were planning to do. He studied you as you sat up straighter in the bed.

You both knew that one fuck wouldn’t end the beef. In fact, you guessed correctly that you wouldn't be able to get enough.

“You want me to beg, Peach? To get on my knees for you and beg to give me just a few hours of your time to show you that I am completely and utterly yours, Y/N/LN.”

You stared at him as he nodded at you and started rubbing himself through his pajama pants like a heathen.

“But what would you let me come in here and do to you that would make you scream your ass off Peach, if I begged to your satisfaction?”

His eyes roamed your body, stopping at your rigid nipples through the thin material.

Steve was thirsty now.

“Would you let me touch you?”

His baritone voice was destroying your pussy right now. She was practically humming and vibrating on nothing at the moment, and you wondered if you could come from words alone.

Steve wondered the same thing.

So he tried it.

“Would you let me?”

Waves of desire rolled off of him and you could feel it from across the room. He was itching to move close and touch you, but you needed to make the first move.

So what he said to you was, “Would you let me get my dirty criminal hands all over you, Peach?”

You tensed, not knowing if you wanted to strangle him or climb on his penis. But then you thought both, at the same time, and crossed your arms against your body instead.

“N-no!”

That damn eyebrow shot up and you looked away, not knowing if you had the strength to endure.

“I want to bite into you, Peach.”

You opened your mouth to breathe.

“Not hard. Just enough to see how soft your skin is. Just so you can feel it throughout your body…you are…fuck… you are so fine… I need to consume you.”

You were in the same room with the big bad wolf, and yet you didn’t want to escape.

“I wonder…”

He trailed off, and you turned your head and gained eye contact, curious and wound up tight. Your pussy was pounding now, and you knew he had to smell your scent. He was actually licking his chops.

“Would you let me slide my tongue inside you and lick you clean?”

He watched his eyes dilate as your eyes shuttered and a sound came out from your throat. It was a whimper of need that you cut short by clearing your throat, but not before Steve’s eyes flicked down to your sleep shorts and your thighs rubbing against each other. He knew you had to be soaking wet.

He licked his lips and nodded, agreeing with your lust.

“Yes. Want, no need, to rub my cock all over your beautiful body. Feed it to you inch by inch, until you take it down your throat.”

You closed your eyes to shut off the sight of him, but the images of what he was saying assaulted you. You were so close to giving in.

“Will you, Peach? Let me rub this big dick all over that body?”

You opened your eyes and stared as Steve grabbed himself, holding it out for you. You were incredulous when you saw how thick and how long it was under his sleep pants. You licked your lips, suddenly very thirsty.

“Will you let me feed you this cock inch by fucking inch, till I’m down your throat?”

Steve assessed you.

“I told you that you’d struggle to take it. But I bet you’d take it like the naughty little good girl you are. You’d gag on it for me.”

You wanted to crawl over to him on your knees and do as he said. But you were not going to fold. You took a deep breath, stood up slowly and walked over to him, his smile growing the nearer you approached.

You stopped just shy of touching him, his cock, his hands, those lips all there for the taking. You looked him dead in the eye.

“My aunt Karen keeps a shotgun by the bed. Get the fuck out of my room before I go get it and shoot your gotdamn balls off.”

The grin that Steve wore as he walked back to his room was blinding. You were the perfect woman for him. He just had to convince you.

He was still grinning when Bucky snuck back in the room from his rendezvous with his girl.

“I’m in.”

—--

The next morning you woke almost refreshed, having used your bullet successfully after Steve left the room. You got off in no time and renewed your strength. You even managed to tease your cousin who did the tiptoe of shame back to your shared bedroom before you fell asleep.

You came downstairs to the sight of your aunt and uncle on the way to coffee with Bucky and your cousin about to throw up.

It was obvious what was about to happen and you felt bad as she ran out to the beach to get some air. Maybe you were taking things out on her. As you watched her head toward the beach, you felt the hair on the back of your head rise.

You turned around to see Steve’s cerulean eyes appraising you. You suddenly felt self conscious about your sleep short set.

“Morning.”

“Hmmph.”

“I’ve been thinking about what you said last night, and you are correct. I’m sorry for continuing to pursuing you. What I did was wrong and there’s no future for us. We need to just cut ties. But there is one thing. The foundation.”

One of the things you’d realized was that the Rebirth Foundation that had bailed you out of debt and enabled you to quit stripping and start your dance school was the creation of Steve and Bucky. Your cousin told you it was a very real endeavor, but that Steve and Bucky did run it.

“Yes. That’s unfortunate.”

“So. What do you want to do about that?”

Steve leaned back and damn, the power of grey sweats was not lost on you.

“What do you mean?”

“Well. I am the managing director of the foundation. If you keep the money, you’ll have to have contact with me; remember the stipulations?”

You grimaced as you recalled the terms of the endowment. A summit in New York, site visits. Shit.

You crossed your arms and cocked your hip. Steve kept his eyes on your face. That threw you for a second. You cleared your throat.

“Are you trying to blackmail me, Rogers.”

Steve shook his head.

“No. I knew you would think that. You are welcome to keep the money. I can just consider it a gift. I’ll pay the money back to the foundation out of my personal funds. Consider it a fine for my crimes.”

You looked down and chewed your lip. Then you looked back up at him, your head held high.

“I’m not a coward, Mr. Rogers. I can fulfill my end of the bargain, even if you…”

You stopped short.

“I can fulfill my end of the bargain.”

Steve looked at you for a long while, his blue eyes sad. Your heart clenched.

“Good. Your students deserve it. You should have a message in your inbox about the summit on December 15th. You don’t have to RSVP until next week because of the holiday."

Steve stood up and walked toward the kitchen door.

“I’m gonna go see if your cousin is okay.”

You gaped as the man you thought you hated went to go care for your family. And if what you presumed was going to happen did happen, he was going to be like family for the rest of your life.

You were screwed.

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Read the Bucky fic Worth The Fall that comes immediately after this. Read Peach IV, the next part.

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ruinix · 27 days ago

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LOOKING SO GOOOOOOD, HUGGY

(Shorter hairwings doesnt make him any less handsome! His hair even became more FLOOFY)

(LA Kings @ Vancouver Canucks, Jan 16, 2025)

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redflicker · 1 year ago

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How do you tell your brother that you, in sequence: got yeeted through space-time by a Pokémon god, died, became half ghost Pokémon, and came back to your time through the help of another legendary?

You don’t. Well, at least you don’t tell him everything. He doesn’t need to know about the time travel and dying stuff. Emmet considered hiding it entirely, but even under illusions, his claws and ears could still be felt. He’d be caught out sooner or later.

“Ingo…?” Emmet called softly, gently pushing open the door to his brother’s office, where he was resting during his break.

Ingo, who had shrugged off his coat for his break and was resting on the office couch, responded immediately to his call. He stood up and turned around.

He took the change in Emmet’s appearance immediately. How could he not, with such a drastic change. Ingo’s eyes met his own, now entirely yellow, with slitted pupils. From there, Ingo’s gaze trailed up and to the side, openly staring at the canid grey and red ears that had replaced his human ones. Then, the white floofy hair billowing out from behind his head.

Even Emmet’s uniform was not spared. What was brown had turned into a muted red. His blue tie, along with the blue on the badge on his hat were now a deep, dull purple.

It was a struggle for Emmet to watch Ingo’s expression morph from confusion into pure shock and confusion. wide eyes and one hand held in front of his mouth.

Emmet’s smile was strained on his face, and if he could still sweat nervously, he’d be doing so. This was it. Dragon’s, he hoped that he’d be accepted. It would tear at his heart if Ingo rejected him after all this effort to get back to him.

“Emmet…?”

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darkmatter-nebula · 5 months ago

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Colli meets the past golden guards

Greetings! Thank you for the request!

This takes place shortly before Colli became a student at Hexside. While Hunter is at school, Colli has an encounter with the ghosts of the past Golden Guards.

Drabble: Ghostly Encounter

It was a quiet and sunny day on the Boiling Isles as a certain small starboy with otherwordly fluffy lavender hair and a heart of gold had a bright smile on his adorable multi-colored face as he was floating through the woods near the Owl House.

Out of a sudden, Colli noticed that someone was behind him. Colli couldn't believe his eyes as he was face to face with the previous Golden Guards. Each one of them gave him a gentle smile. The kindhearted eternal little boy approached the ghosts.

They all strongly resembled his beloved big brother Hunter. "You are the past Golden Guards!" Colli broke the silence. "Indeed. And we know who you are, Colli. You aren't only Hunter's beloved little brother... you are his salvation. Your love changed his life for the better." One Golden Guard ghost spoke up.

"Your heart is as pure as freshly fallen snow, precious little starboy." A floofy haired Grimwalker said softly as he removed his mask. "And we want to thank you for giving our bones a proper funeral." The blonde boy added.

Colli teared up as he remembered the burial. The immortal celestial boy was pulled into a tight yet soft group hug by the Golden Guards. "Do not shed your tears, amazing boy. We are so incredible proud of you. Despite everything you had to endure, your heart is so full of love!" The floofy haired Grimwalker placed a soft kiss on Colli's freckled cheek.

The End

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boldchaoswhite · 4 months ago

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Character Name: 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 (𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐲)

Age: During Hogwarts: 15-17 After Hogwarts: 26

Birthdate: February 13th

Hogwarts Year: Was at Durmstrang for years 1-4 and at Hogwarts for years 5 - 7th/graduated

House: Slytherin

Blood Status: Pure-blood

Patronus: Borzoi

Wand: 12 inches, yew, dragon heartstring, slightly springy

Boggart: He won't tell anyone, and doesn’t participate in DADA boggart class.

.　　. 　 ˚　.　Physical Description　 . ✦　　　˚　

Height: 6'3"

Build: Athletic and muscular from years of martial fighting training at Durmstrang, and now quidditch.

Hair: Light brown, floofy, and semi-well-kept. He tries to keep it tidy, but it gets tousled from habitually running his hands through it, especially under stress or confusion.

Eyes: Gray, sharp yet calm.

Distinguishing Features:

A prominent scar on his left cheek, extending up over his eye (which remains unharmed). The scar is jagged, like "a jumbled-up piece of string," as Jay says, the scar is jagged, caused by a ricocheted spell during a fight at Durmstrang.

.　　. 　 ˚　.　Personality Traits　 . ✦　　　　˚

Strengths:

Loyal and protective, especially of Eni and his close friends.

Ambitious and determined, excelling both as a Quidditch captain and martial fighter.

Calm and laid-back, often the "dad" of his friend group, balancing Jay’s recklessness, Owen’s overthinking, and Will following Jay's dumb ideas.

Highly adaptable, having navigated both Durmstrang’s and Hogwarts’ contrasting cultures.

Weaknesses:

Overly competitive in Quidditch, often pushing himself too hard.

Struggles with expressing emotions.

Feels guilt and shame for his past actions, which haunt him despite his efforts to move forward.

Can be overly protective of Eni, to the point of being irrational when she’s in danger or upset.

.　　. 　 ˚　. Hobbies and Interests　 . ✦　　　　

Martial Fighting:

Trained in combat arts during his years at Durmstrang. This skill set remains with him, and he occasionally uses it to stay fit or defend himself.

Quidditch:

Initially uninterested in Quidditch at Durmstrang, he joined the Hogwarts Slytherin team midway through his fifth year at Eni’s suggestion.

Quickly became one of the team’s best Chasers and was promoted to captain midway through his sixth year.

Takes his role as captain seriously, often leading extra practices and strategizing intensely.

Potion-Making:

Finds brewing potions calming and rewarding, often experimenting with advanced recipes.

Spending Time with Friends:

Enjoys “babysitting” Jay and Will (mostly Jay) and keeping the group together.

.　　. 　 ˚　. Family and Background　 . ✦　　　　˚

Parents:

Wealthy, traditional pure-bloods who have begun the process of disowning him, disapproving of his transfer to Hogwarts and his perceived "softness."

However, his older brother, Otto, has prevented their complete disownment, advocating for Remy within the family.

Siblings:

Otto Marcello, his older brother, with whom Remy has a close and protective relationship.

.　. 　 ˚　. Reason for Transfer to Hogwarts . ✦　 ˚

While at Durmstrang, Remy became involved with a gang that heavily utilized dark arts, aligning with the school’s teachings. He was becoming a ruthless, unkind, and very rude person, even to his parents, who transferred him to Hogwarts for a fresh start.

.　　. 　 ˚　. Relationships . ✦　　　　˚

Girlfriend:

Eni Valeria Sterling: Remy is fiercely protective of Eni and deeply in love with her. Their relationship is built on trust and shared experiences, though his protective nature can sometimes feel overbearing. The only person who was never afraid of him, even after learning his past. Their relationship is built on trust and shared experiences, though his protective nature can sometimes feel overbearing.

He never tells anyone his birthday, not even Eni, because he doesn’t like celebrations, they are too loud, too noisy and he doesnt like thing centered on himself. (Except during quidditch, were he say "It's a team game, not all the eyes are on me.")

Friends:

Jay Mercer and Will Donovan: His best friends from Gryffindor.

Jay: Often needs "babysitting" due to his reckless nature.

Will: Balances out the group dynamic, though Remy takes on the fatherly role overall.

Owen Calloway: Eni’s best friend. Sees him in class once or twice.

.　　. 　 ˚　. Daily Life at Hogwarts . ✦　　　　˚

Quidditch Practices:

Dedicated to ensuring his team performs its best, often hosting extra practices and strategizing against rival teams. When they lose he NEVER blames his team, always says "Next time, we got them next time." (Is the one to take them to The Three

Broomsticks for great food even after losing, so far them losing has gone down, they won more recently.)

Potions Studies:

Often seen poring over advanced potions texts, aces every test, and is usually the one people go to for help.

Free Time:

Follows Eni and Owen around between classes or hangs out with Jay and Will, ensuring they don’t cause trouble (or at least too much trouble).

Celebrations:

Hates celebrating his own birthday but lets Jay and Will set random “Remy’s Day” celebrations a few times a year to try and guess his birthday. (they still have not guessed it.)

.　　. 　 ˚　. Abilities and Skills . ✦　　　　˚

Quidditch Expertise:

As captain and Chaser, he’s a skilled flier and strategist. His leadership motivates his team, even when he pushes them hard.

Potion-Making:

A natural talent, with a knack for understanding and replicating complex recipes.

Clothing Style

Prefers comfy clothing for daily wear, such as soft sweaters or well-fitted trousers.

Occasionally dresses up in sharp, elegant attire, enjoying the chance to look refined.

.　　. 　 ˚　. Key Events . ✦　　　　˚

Durmstrang Fight:

The fight that caused his scar also set the stage for his eventual involvement with the gang.

Quidditch Journey:

Initially joined the Slytherin team reluctantly but soon discovered his love for the game. By his sixth year, he was not only a key player but also team captain.

#Remy Marcello #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #oc

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cosmic-navel-gazin · 1 year ago

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Adam Warlock :^)

The free space is for :

🌌🌠⭐✨💫 SPAAAACEEEE 💫✨⭐🌠🌌

for him to fly around, wax poetic, philosophize and drown in cosmic existentialism!

(the lost potential and writers dropping the ball-spots are the inherent reality that comes with mainstream superhero comics, some good some bad, some writers and artists whose takes we prefer and some we don't)

Adam... my golden boi, my glamrock space jesus, my spiritual vampire, my ferrero rocher... have some reasons I love him in no particular order:

He's the reason I came to tumblr in the first place so I owe him for all the incredible people I've met on here since *points at you edith* Even my username is based on his vibes.

I love his design (well some of them), the floofy 80's mom hair, the eyeliner, the wizard cape, the lil skull brooch, the red and gold (and sometimes black) colour palette, etc

I love his relationship with the soul gem (he feels naked to me without it) and how it introduced the whole concept of infinity gems into the universe

I love how he's always an outsider, always apart, I love his contradictory nature: how he's the avatar of life but is unable to truly enjoy life; how he craves peace and quiet and yet is constantly being pulled to take part in universe-shattering conflicts; he's the master of the soul gem and thus has insight into other people's souls and yet is unable to truly connect with most beings, he's Thanos' self appointed psychologist and is way worse than him, etc

On that last point I love his constant mental breakdowns and I love that his head is a mess. Adam travels to Thanos' mind and it's regular goth shit with skulls and stuff, but when Thanos travels to Adam's mind he's like "whoa dude! this is fucked up!"

I love that he can't stay alive for more than 5 minutes at a time, shout-out to his tombstone for when he was only 10 years old, actual literal baby boi!

I love his journeys of self discovery that helped at a time where I was going on some introspective journeys of my own

I love that this cosmic being of incomprehensible power is afraid of women and relationships, he can deal with the fabric of the universe breaking, that's easy compared to feelings

I love his soon to be 50 year long incredible slow-burn relationship with Thanos they come in a package do not separate them, I love the similarities between the two and how they understand each other completely in spite of their differences, I love how they'd rather blow up the universe than resolve their issues without making it everybody's problem ;)

On that note, I love them finishing each other's sentences

Also on the similarities point, I love you “It wouldn’t be the first seed to his own destruction I’ve seen Thanos plant. I fear it is a trait I have in common with him.”

I love you "The Talk", “I know you as no other being in the universe does, better than even you do yourself!” the three pages that probably made me want to know all about them

I love the - largely criminally unexplored - Adam, Thanos and Mistress Death relationship, mostly on Death and Adam's side

I love how when Adam became God™ he thought the wisest thing to do to go about his new responsibilities was saying: fuck gender! , and get rid of them messy feminine and masculine traits of his

On that note I love that two huge marvel summer events were about said masculine (the magus), and feminine (the goddess) traits fucking over the universe (Infinity War and Infinity Crusade consecutively) and Adam eventually accepting them as part of himself instead of shunning them in the end

I love the holy trinity that is Adam, Gamora and Pip, my beloved trio... how they're always there for him no matter what they love his ass so much, look at this art, Adam's cape is for wrapping his loved ones with

I love you Adam and Gamora 💛💚💛💚💛💚 I love you "From Gamora I am discovering that there is more to life than action and adventure, strife and conflict. I never realized that mere words or a touch could prove to be such subtle treasures. Keys to unimagined happiness."

I have a soft spot for you Roy Thomas/Gil Kane Adam, you like many other Adams, had great unrealized potential

I love his sadomasochistic tendencies (lmao get crucified idiot, more than once btw!) and his self-destructive tendencies

I love how 90's!Adam took a new look at Thanos and went "I can fix him, I can make him worse", and it has been that way ever since, just inserting himself in Thanos' life any chance he gets... the way they self-destruct without the other

I love you exchange between Adam and Thanos that goes: “Travel well and safely, my friend.”

“Friend? Yes, I guess that is what we are.”"

I love you ending of Infinity Gauntlet

I love that the first thing Adam does upon arriving at an alien planet is start petting a cat, he's just like me for real

I love you relationship with whiny baby ass Eternity, old divorced couple dynamic my beloved

I love you "Look at yourself, Warlock! You've always been a creature of passion and excess! You either love dearly or hate viciously". Adam's holier-than-thou, self-righteous indignation, my beloved.

I love that Adam and the Infinity Watch tape low budget pornos in order to pay rent to Mole Man, their landlord

I love you "Death holds no terror for me. It's life I fear":

I love you endless cycles of death and rebirth, they're not uncommon in superhero comics but what I love is how being unable to truly die shaped his character and worldview on life (and I love how scared he was of suddenly dying when the prospect of no coming back this time arose, it didn't last though lol some amazing potential there that went unexplored right after it came up):

I love you Princess Bride meme that fits Adam and Thanos so well "- You mock my pain! - Life is pain, anyone who says otherwise is obviously selling something!”

I love you "I have no dreams/You know I've always wished to be longed to be normal", the whole thing really the way Thanos is trying to reach out to him at the end with his hand stretched out shut uuuuuuppppp

#I COULD GO ON AND ON YOU KNOW HOW IT IS EDITH BUT TY SO MUCH FOR THE ASK #edith #asks/replies #adam warlock #ask game #my internet sucks right now so I'm slowly going through these blorbo bingo cards

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attackfish · 2 years ago

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hi there! anything on the aang-ty lee swap?

Continued from: [Link] and [Link].

1. Li isn't exactly unhappy when Sokka has much more serious grown up stuff to do than go penguin sledding with them. It gives her a chance to be alone with another girl, with no boys and no grownups around. She hasn't had a chance to be alone with another girl since she had to leave the Eastern Air Temple. And she can't stop staring. It makes her feel, maybe not jealous but self-conscious. Katara has such beautiful hair, and it wasn't that long since Li became a master airbender, and they had to shave her head for the tattoos, and her hair is only a few minutes long and awkward and floppy. But she can't stop staring. Maybe that's why sthe almost misses the old Fire Nation war ship, entombed in the ice.

2. But Katara notices, and points it out to her, and in a fit of daring, and a desire to make this time with Katara last longer, and may e to impress her Li talks her into going inside. It's cold, and quiet, with creaky iron floors, and it's appropriately eery, and just a little spooky. But it quickly becomes the wrong kind of spooky when Katara talks about the war, and when she tells Li that she thinks she might have been frozen in the iceberg for a hundred years. That can't be right, can it?

3. On their way out of the ship, Li stumbles right into a booby trap that locks them inside and fires off a flair. But, as she points out to Katara, there's a hole in the ceiling, and she's an airbender. She jumps through, carrying Katara with her, and they run back to the village as fast as they can.

4. When they get back, Sokka yells at them for going into the ship, and accuses Li of being a Fire Nation spy and kicks her out for being trouble and dangerous, and Katara insists on going with her and Li has to tell her she can't, and then an annoying angry guy with a ponytail and a face scar shows up, and she has to go back to the village, to protect them, and the angry ponytail guy demands she surrender to him in exchange for The villages safety, and she agrees, and everything is happening very very fast, and she has to figure out how to escape from here, and before she knows it, Sokka and Katara have shown up on Floofy to rescue her, and they are flying away from angry ponytail guy and his ship, and making plans to go to the North Pole.

5. The thing about Mai is, for all her time with Azula was horrible, and she spent so much of it scared, and angry and miserable and it's a relief to be away from her, being around Azula was never boring. There was something about her, something compelling, that drew Mai in, and without her there it's almost as if things lack color. Nothing feels as intense, as sharp, as real without her there. And honestly it's not even that she wants to go back, is that she desperately needs somebody to talk about any of this with, someone who knew what it was like. When she finds out that Ty Aang was so close, just outside of Omashu, she is not going to take it well.

#ty lee #katara #sokka #Aang #atla mai #avatar the last airbender #posts i created #do you want to ask a question it doesn't have to be a question #five headcanons #mai doesn't hate you #circus freak is a compliment #sokka the meat and sarchasm guy #katara is the answer #aang d'awww #zuko is a dweeby little turtleduck

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lowkeyclueless5137 · 1 year ago

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Yay, Precure Yuuki. Or Cure Spirit or Cure Fighter(whatever fits I guess 🙂💧). I’m sad our first year boys don’t get the sparkly outfits or became magical heroes too(Especially Ortho didn’t gain a magical boy form. I’m talking about both Ortho’s here.) also if the Shrouds were technically givers(I already know Mama Shroud obviously mascot partner was her husband. PS is she a magical girl cause of her Japanese VA :}) who is technically Idia’s magical hero that he is a “giver” or mascot to?(Can I just say I imagine Ortho and Idia’s mascot form is literally them being blue fur cats with yellow[or golden] eyes that also have maybe a tuff on top of their heads to mimic their “fire hair”. Also “mascots” can technically still talk so~)

Cure Shrimp /hj

They are not worthy to be sparkly asses and fight bad guys with the power of friendship and excessive violence. :3

As for the Orthos, one is a mascot and hates it with a burning passion and the other already has so many apocalypse threat level weapons that maybe he would be banned in a few countries by existing alone. :v

I don't really know about the twst characters's VA's other roles so this was purely a coincidence. :'3

In reality the Shroud parents's story is something so fucking simple yet entertaining. Ah yes... Pink lady that kicks ass and her boyflop husband that looks like a roadkill when in mascot form. U-U9

As for Idia... Man tried to ask his father for advice, but eeeeehhhhhh? Man gives absolutely terrible advice on that part. I mean... Can you blame him? Look at his wife... They were a whole new definition on what a power couple is. -3-;

For now, Idia is very unknown if he had a magical warrior, multiple(that's an option) or none. :'3

And the 3 Shrouds in question also adapt 3 types of cats:

The Very Much crime rate record holder: Orpheus(or the human Ortho) Now he is absolutely not having it that in all the fights Yuuki gets to look cool and awesome and he's just there, in a corner. He bites and scratches and makes sure you get his fucking message one way or another. :'3

The one with the zoomies: Idia. He's just so anxious when in this form because he's just very floofy and somewhat big and people totally are down to pet such super L'Oréal cat model. :'3

And the roadkill: Mr Shroud. Everyone just assumes the guy is dead. He shows signs of life when his wife gives him a kiss on the head or his sons approach him, but otherwise you'd think he was dead at first glance.

#twisted wonderland #asks :3 #Imma name this...#The Double magical girl Isekai #Or DMGI for short :3

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keeponquinning · 1 year ago

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i'm planning on posting my thoughts on each chapter i read of FLIGHT OF ICARUS because I think it's generally worth talking about, I finished chapter...seven I believe but let me talk about the things before that I didn't. I understand some of ya'll hate this book. That's fine. Just as long as you don't make those that do like the book feel guilty or one inkling of bad about it, it's all good. That's honestly the only thing disheartening about seeing the hate on this book, because I for one had been jazzed about it and it was genuinely bumming me out seeing so much hate for it. So like, idk, be mindful of that? However I will be tagging my posts about it — 📖 — flight of icarus — in case ya'll wanna blacklist, giving your opportunity for that rn. Being as fair as I can about this whole thing. I've never seen such a reaction out of a book like this, it's kinda crazy. we all here for a good time, guys. at least I hope so. I'll also be putting these under a cut, hopefully that works with mobile folks, idk. ANYWAY. Gareth and Chrissy thoughts under the cut as well as everything i've read thus far.

SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS AHEAD!

first thing's first! let's give a round of applause to caitlin schneiderhan, because she living all our dreams. not only a professional writer and part of the ST writing team, but she got the holy grail of being offered a chance to write about our boy. like pls, i love that. i really don't mind the first person ( which from what i gathered, the other books like Lucas on the Line and Runaway Max, Rebel Robin are done the same? correct if i'm wrong ) but mostly it gives me and readers a chance to really be in our boy's head, read his thoughts and hearing his lovely voice in my head.

And honestly.... and some folks will probably disagree... From what I read so far, and what got me excited the most about this book... the writing really does, to me at least, don't have to agree, it feels very Eddie to me. Right from the scenes of Gareth, Freshman Gareth with the floofy hair and chrome mouth, being upset that his character ( that he didn't even make ) became fish food and Eddie being like, "...then we just make another character" because that boy was so pissed that he got himself, in his mind, kicked out and Eddie being the one like, "...no? After the gutsy move you did, there's no way we're not going forward without you" and taking moments of his time to help him create another character? And the glee Gareth had over it? Come onnn.

and cutting to that, one of the excerpts that came out, creating that character and being patient, as any 18 year old would be, and guiding Gareth to get that spark for the game, in creating a character from scratch, and all in a risky move of basically breaking into an empty classroom that they could have been caught in, just added to it. the fact that this act, seeing Gareth so into it, lifted Eddie's mood after Al came back was....ahhhh.

AND THEN! THEN!

The line that killed me, when Eddie asked him why he wanted to be in Hellfire so bad since he never played D&D and Gareth's answer being, "...where else was I supposed to go?"

OH MY GOD.

THAT FUCKING KILLED ME!!!

The start of Eddie the shepherd, herding his little ship. are you KIDDING.

Which then led to the whole Tommy H, which, fuck this guy. His cronies, including JASON CARVER and Chrissy Cunnigham.

DEEP BREATH.

I do love the talk of Steve, well after the breakup with Tommy and even what, Sophmore?? Jason being like, "Harrington won't like this" BECAUSE JASON IS A BITCH.

But can we appreciate Chrissy just not being for this and tried to PRY TOMMY'S HAND FROM GARETH????

I remember someone made a post, i can't remember who you are! If you remember, let me know! That Chrissy wouldn't have been the cheerleader that would be okay with bullying, i mean, god, her own mother bullied her all her life, and like, to that person, THAT MAKES TOTAL SENSE and I feel it was backed up with this.

I'm not a HELLCHEER stan per say, but I will admit, the thought is cute and there was def potential in my eyes but also like... I don't have an actual ship in this show, just like... I could see it and leave it at that lmao. And I'm not bothered by the thought of Eddie having a crush on her. It's clear if he did, it wasn't so much on the rising "queen of hawkins high" but rather the girl at the middle school talent show that, when he said his dad wasn't there, instead of making him feel bad about, little chrissy just went, "Wow, I wish my mom wasn't here!"

LIKE?

LIKE???

And even said she'd cheer for him when he played, like come on. whatever we feel about chrissy, i stand she was not a horrible person, and if she lived, probably an amazing person to see.

Fuck you, Vecna.

I do love that even when Higgins rolled up, she was like, "THAT BITCH IS LYING!" when Tommy tried to make it like Eddie was the aggressor. Because --

TOMMY H IS A BITCH THAT SHOULD GET PUNCHED OUT, WHEN WILL I SEE THAT.

But anyway.

I covered not as much, but Higgins is a bitch. Most of these adults need a slap. I so felt for Eddie, constantly being marked by his last name, by his dad. This grown man calling this 18 year old a felon even though he's never been arrested. I mean???

but can we appreciate that nothing got under his skin as bad as when Higgins essentially was like, he's a rotten apple, infecting everyone around him. Like Gareth? Like the only reason he was targeted bc he was in Hellfire?? Under EDDIE'S association???

I wanna hug him.

Let's roll back though. Since we done the Gareth and Chrissy bits.

Al.

AL.

I hate him lmao. So the new thing that came to life was, Eddie didn't live in wayne's trailer all his life, but it seems was in a constant yo-yo kinda of living between the house and wayne's trailer, especially when he was younger and Al would take off. It would make sense, as he got older, being more insistent on staying home and Wayne doing the grocery shopping( of spaghetti-o's and microwave meals! oh, wayne ) every two weeks and keeping an eye on him.

Bless anyone, again, i can't remember WHO that fancasted skeet ulrich as Al because i can so see it

this man screams — munson magic, no??

Also, Eddie saying he doesnt' have said Munson Magic? False, sir. You most definitely do. We've all fallen for it, hook, line and sinker.

also, I do love the complicated mess that is their relationship. The sight of his boots sending Eddie in a whirlwind, a near panic attack at having to see him again, but also even craving his attention. The fact that Al is inviting Eddie into one of his schemes has him conflicted because, "he never came for me, he could have asked his friends, but he came to me" like... my boy. Can someone hug him?? It's very realistic to have this complicated relationship, as those that do have those types of parental relationships could attest. I def could. ( neither of my parents were felons and doing schemes but def emotionally distant so :))) )

I craved for some wayne x eddie moments, and in part, i do, though with wayne it feels like he's def holding back. it seems to be of his nature, which I can buy, tho still offering Eddie a place in his trailer if he needs it. I feel like by the end of the book, this could change, i feel a def shakeup is gonna happen with Al and Eddie as he seemed dead set against his dad in s4. do not correct me if I'm wrong as I wanna find that out myself!

I love Ronnie.

I love that Caitlin gave Eddie a childhood bestfriend, though the angst of Ronnie having a chance out of Hawkins and Eddie feeling left behind but still happy for her. At least to her face. Another aspect that feels like him, not giving her shit about it, wanting the best.

I also loved the part where young eddie thinking she was his girlfriend and the disastrous first kiss that had him running away lmaoo like god. what a little goof. I love him.

another controversial take. I ACTUALLY LOVE THAT HE ISN'T A VIRGIN.

Listen

LISTEN !!!

This boy is gonna die in a horrific way.

I'm glad he didn't do so as a virgin, I'm glad he got to FUCK, he DESERVED TO HAVE HIS DICK WET OKAY. I'm glad. I'm happy for him. GO YOU, EDDIE MUNSON.

What made me sad though was the two girls he mentioned, it seemed they dared themselves to be with him, wanting a taste of the freak — which i mean....

I mean....

Fuck, don't we all...?

Wanting to find out if he a freak in the sheets as well in the streets -shot-

And ah yes, Paige....

I don't mind Paige so far. She like us, wanting a piece of Eddie, I can't fault her for that. When I found out there was a romance plot, or, well, most likely not true romance, I didn't mind, because I def wanted to see how this boy handles someone that wants him. The part where she made him feel like a person, or rather, liking him for himself was.... ouch, my precious boy. he would be so flustered around us, i swear to god

I do love that we get bits of the Hideout and Corroded Coffin.

And I'm gonna take a pause because like.... I love the set up that to get stage time, Eddie working as a barback there and like........ can we appreciate that.

Can we picture Eddie running around, hair tied up, sweating, maybe wearing a white shirt... Jeans.... Going from table to table, wiping it down...them forearms, twisting that slutty little waist for whatever reason, you're at the bar, having a drink, and he gives a smile...........

Anyway.

I always wondered if Corroded Coffin wrote their own songs.... AND THEY DO. The only downside I really wished it was the Corroded Coffin we know. I love Ronnie but I'm like WHO IS DOUGIE?? It makes sense, it's two years prior, but at least we have Jeff and hail the 80s where they don't really give a fuck if a minor is drinking at a bar lmaoo but i love he's nervous about it. Shroud Fire sounds metal af i wish we could hear it.

but all this leading to Paige. And her freckles. I love that Eddie, and even he himself calling it very Caveman like, that his mind went, freckles. This man has the Munson Magic bc he is a dork but he could get with ANY ONE OF US. He has no play, his brain would short circuit, BUT WE WOULD BE SO INTO THAT.

I don't know of Paige's intention, but I feel for her struggles at her job, getting the dream job but still having to try and claw your way to the top and it being difficult bc not taken seriously.

She def after Eddie. I cannot blame her.

Which lead to the recent chapter where he goes to her and is like PLEASE SIGN US. Her taking a chance because she needs a big break as well.... I like that.

But I def laughed when she was like, "God, you just want to get to Dave and I thought--" we know what you thought and you so real for it, Paige. i'm just gonna chant MUNSON MAGIC okay. it is part of my vocabulary now. that is what got us all.

THE MUNSON MAGIC.

So far, I do like it. I feel it's a really easy read. Will I take it as canon? Idk. Maybe. Or at least take parts of it as canon, aka the things I like, which seems to be the majority of it so far. I'm not a novice at books tied to shows I watch, or movies even. I was heavily into the star wars books that turned to not be canon ( rip, mara jade skywalker ) but it doesn't take away my enjoyment of it. Enriches it, if anything. I think that's the most important thing.

That's it for now. enjoy my ranting!

#📖 — flight of icarus #yve's rambling again oops #flight of icarus

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the-plushie-friendships · 6 months ago

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Hi Ames, remember that people love you!

*Hearing this, she became flustered and hid her face in her favorite plushie Carol’s floofy hair*

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feathers-n-fangs · 8 months ago

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Name: Griffin Wayland

Age: 22 (when turned), 100+

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Race: Vampire, Human (formerly)

Appearance: Tall, lithe, pale skin, pointed ears, sharp fangs, red eyes, dark floofy hair that he bleaches and dyes various shades of blue, green, and/or purple, long and angular face, high cheekbones, thin nose, big smile, several scars from fights that he got into while he was alive.

Personality: Chaos gremlin. He’s sincerely making a concentrated effort to be a better person, putting empathy and pride above almost all else, but his vampiric nature and a lifetime of evil are proving difficult to overcome. Old habits die hard. He’s eccentric, wild, stubborn, ambitious, and a flirt, but very insecure underneath it all, and worries that he’ll never be worthy of redemption, despite his best efforts.

Powers/Abilities: Ageless, immune to disease, enhanced physical capabilities, enhanced senses, can walk on walls and ceilings without being affected by gravity, drinks blood to heal/revitalize himself, doesn’t need to breathe, can turn into a bat/wolf/mist cloud, can cast certain spells granted to him by the fallen angel he nursed back to health and now works with, excellent swordsman, plays violin.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Sunlight burns him, can’t cross moving water, an elder wood stake veined with silver plunged into his heart will desiccate him almost instantly. Part of him still enjoys the thrill of the hunt, which makes it hard for him to keep control of himself. Insecurity, anxiety, and depression sometimes make it difficult for him to continue on his path to redemption.

Nationality: American

Languages: English, Italian

Education: High school (he barely graduated)

Style: Very eccentric and colorful! He’s a fan of bold patterns, usually a mix of floral and celestial. His favorite coat is an emerald green leather duster with peacock feathers embroidered on the back and sleeves. Black spiky jewelry adds a bit of punk flair to his wardrobe, and he has several piercings. His fingers are always adorned with an assortment of rings.

Profession: Mercenary (he works for an organization that helps struggling people fight off threats to their livelihood, supernatural or not), Assassin (former)

Backstory: Griffin’s father moved to America from Italy as a young man, with aspirations to pursue an acting career. He was talented, but not enough for directors in New York. Fearing that he was being discriminated against for his immigrant status, Giovanni De Luca changed his name to Jonathan “Jonny” Wayland, and moved from Brooklyn to Manhattan. It was there that he found both a well-paying job at a local theater and the love of his life! Moira Cullen was an actress at the newly opened theater, and the unknowing object of the owner’s affections. She fell head-over-heels for Jonny shortly after meeting him, and they were married and with child within the year.

Griffin was born in the spring of 1905. His early childhood was great; growing up in the theater meant that he had more freedom to explore his sensitive creative side than most boys his age. His parents taught him to act, his uncles taught him to sing and play the fiddle, and he soon became convinced that he’d have a career on the stage, like his mother. Unfortunately, life had other plans.

The theater owner was a very jealous man who wasn’t above using his mob ties to get what he wanted. First, he tried to seduce Moira, and when that failed spectacularly, he tried to frame her for cheating on Jonny with him, which also failed. Jonny threatened to buy the theater out from under him if he didn’t leave them alone, a conversation which nine-year-old Griffin heard from his hiding spot under the stage. To Griffin’s horror, the theater owner responded with a threat of his own, vowing to make Jonny regret taking what was his. Throughout the following months, Jonny was attacked several times by mob goons. Moira tried to convince him to get the police involved, but he was convinced that they were all dirty, and decided instead to go directly to the source. Meetings were had. A deal was made. Jonny took out a hefty loan from the mob boss that the owner had been paying, allowing him to buy the theater and make monthly payments instead of just giving the mob a paltry portion of the profits like the vengeful owner previously had.

Everything worked out for a while. The war drove people to seek escape from reality via entertainment, and the shows that Jonny’s and Moira’s troupe put on were some of the best in New York! However, as it dragged on, materials became more and more expensive due to rationing, making it difficult to put on shoes that would draw big enough crowds. Jonny couldn’t afford to keep the theater running and pay off the Irish Mob, no matter how hard he tried, so he did the only thing he could think of.

Moira was devastated to learn that he’d sold their son to the boss; paying off their debt was far less important to her than her precious baby! She’d have gladly starved if it meant he had something to eat, but instead, poor Griffin was dragged kicking and screaming out of the theater by gangsters, never to see his parents again.

Griffin was twelve the first time he picked up a blade with the intent to kill a man; he’d gotten alarmingly good at sneaking around and pickpocketing people throughout his youth, much to his mother’s chagrin, so he found it all too easy to swipe one of the mobsters’ switchblades while they were manhandling him. When they brought him back to the boss, he leapt into action quickly, stabbing one in the gut and taking the other hostage. He demanded to be let go, threatening to kill again if his freedom wasn’t granted. The boss simply laughed and applauded, admiring his lack of hesitation at such a young age. With some training, he predicted that Griffin would make a decent assassin, a notion that the boy rejected immediately. Boss Quinn laughed again, stating that they’d have to kill him if he didn’t cooperate; he already knew too much about them to be trusted outside, and he’d killed one of their own. Faced with either certain death or a few more hours of imprisonment, Griffin chose to stand down, silently resolving to sneak out in the middle of the night and go back to his parents. He never got the chance.

Smoke filled the air that evening. The wailing of sirens echoing through the streets put the whole compound on edge, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, Boss Quinn had insisted he attend some stupid family dinner. Griffin cursed his luck. The man had probably seen right through him, and ‘invited’ him to keep him from escaping! The dinner itself wasn’t too bad, though. Mrs. Quinn was a lovely lady and an excellent cook, and the boss’s two sons, Declan and Cillian, weren’t too much older than him. Declan, the oldest at fourteen, was the first to really get him talking; something about those emerald eyes and that easy smile made him feel less homesick. After a bit of prodding, Griffin admitted that he’d hoped to become a great actor or musician when he grew up, that he hadn’t been allowed to grab his violin or any other possessions before he left, and that he desperately wished he could have said goodbye to his mother. It was then that a breaking news story came crackling over the radio: Moira Wayland had just been arrested for burning down the Wayland Theater with her husband still trapped inside. Police had found no trace of their son, and were still searching the area for him.

Mrs. Quinn was quick to turn off the broadcast, but the damage had already been done. Griffin wailed, devastated by the loss of his parents and home, and was embraced by Declan and Cillian, who attempted to comfort him. Boss Quinn apologized, honestly shellshocked by Moira’s actions, and told Griffin that he would always be taken care of in their home. The next few months were a blur for the grieving boy. After giving a reasonable explanation to the police, Boss Quinn was able to officially take custody of him. His mother was admitted into a psychiatric hospital. He started sparring with Declan and Cillian just to distract himself.

As the years went by, Griffin took his training more and more seriously, honing his skills and becoming quite deadly with daggers and swords, a unique but impressive fighting style. By the time he was sixteen, Boss Quinn thought it was about time he proved himself, and assigned him his first target: a recently discovered snitch. Griffin was naturally trepidatious about the mission, but he executed it almost perfectly. It made him sick inside. Afterward, Declan offered to help him take his mind off of it, and the two shared their first night together. Every mission afterward went much the same way. Griffin quickly became Boss Quinn’s top assassin, Declan’s most frequent secret lover.

The night he lost his humanity was a chilly October evening; he was twenty-two, and had grown into a strapping young heartbreaker. A few drinks at a speakeasy with his friends had turned into a competition to see who could get someone to go home with them first. Eagle-eyed as he was, Griffin spotted a handsome lad leaning against the bar who seemed like he’d be the perfect mark, and began chatting him up. As he expected, the man was entirely receptive to his flirting, even going so far as to buy him a couple more drinks. Mordred was certainly an odd name, but not odd enough to keep Griffin from letting the man practically drag him back to his mansion. The love they made that night was searingly intense, like nothing he’d ever felt before! He didn’t complain the first time Mordred’s fangs pierced his neck, or the second, or the third, too lost in his own pleasure to care. Too caught up in that sultry voice moaning his name to register how much blood he’d lost, or even that he was bleeding out. He died in the arms of an ancient vampire that night, and was reborn under Mordred’s thrall.

The memories of slaughtering Boss Quinn and his family at Mordred’s behest were hazy at best, though Declan’s horrified screams haunted Griffin’s daymares for decades afterward. His entire livelihood became bringing hapless victims to his master from then on. They made an excellent team! Manhattan soon flooded with rumors of bloodthirsty hunters who stalked the streets after dark. As the years went on, however, Griffin slowly became more aware of himself, and of the toxic relationship between him and Mordred. He was being used again, with even less choice in the matter than Quinn had given him! The more he realized he was a dog on a tight leash, the more he grew to hate it, and the more hopeless he began to feel. What else could he do but follow orders?

In the mid-1950’s, the United States government finally decided to do something about New York’s apparent vampire problem, and started sending highly trained agents to hunt them down. They were relatively easy for Mordred and Griffin to evade, at first, having not bothered to do any research on creatures of the night. The agents were quick to learn, though. Eventually, a team of them managed to corner Mordred in his mansion and execute him, much to Griffin’s horror and relief. He was finally free! For all of two minutes before they caught him weeping and captured him.

He didn’t even try to fight back. Perhaps that was why Agent Becky Wheeler saw fit to interrogate him instead of shoving a stake through his heart. He told her everything. About his parents, about the Quinns, about the mob, about the night Mordred murdered him, about what little he remembered of being in the vampire’s thrall. She listened intently, pleasantly surprised that he was willing to give up so much information. He was a very broken man, and she used that to her advantage, acting as his confidant and recording his confession to send back to her superiors before detaining him. The year he spent in that cell was probably one of the most peaceful periods of his life. They asked him more questions, fed him with bagged blood (how novel!), and put him through extensive tests, but that was far more tolerable for him than being someone else’s forced attack dog. When he next saw Agent Wheeler, she had a proposal for him.

The government was putting together an elite and highly secretive task force to deal with threats that the Armed Forces and Homeland Security couldn’t. Everything from supernatural assailants to extraterrestrials to mutated foreign spies and super soldiers. His cooperation and skill set made him uniquely qualified for the team, according to her superiors, and she was slated to be his handler if he accepted. Naturally, Griffin was wary of becoming any sort of mercenary again. He didn’t want to be a killer anymore, essentially if it meant being under someone else’s boot. She assured him that he’d never be forced to take an innocent life again, that the targets he’d be fighting were preferred to be brought back alive, and that working with this team would make him a national hero. Griffin had to admit, she was incredibly persuasive, and she wasn’t even using magic to get into his head like Mordred had. As if sensing that he needed some further convincing, Wheeler added that the job came with quite a few perks. All travel and lodging expenses were to be paid for by her agency, as was food, and he’d have access to a serum that kept him from being burned by the sun. When he wasn’t out on a mission, he’d have a plush apartment in the same building as the rest of his teammates, fully stocked and also paid for by her agency. All of it sounded so enticing to Griffin, who knew nothing yet of the Cold War, or McCarthyism, or the so-called ‘Red Scare’. He accepted, and was a part of that team for nearly twenty years before he finally accepted the fact that she and her agency had lied to him. Some of the threats he helped neutralize were supernatural, extraterrestrial, or genetically modified, but most of them were just people who were suspected of being communists. People who had families, friends, and loved ones whom they would likely never see again.

The guilt ate at Griffin’s soul until he could no longer bear it. He took the next opportunity he got to cut ties with the team and disappear, putting the stealth skills he’d honed so well as a child to good use. They were on a mission in New Mexico when he abandoned them, becoming a breath on the wind. Literally. That mist form was exceedingly useful! He didn’t make it very far, though, having only drifted a few miles east of their camp before he heard a pained cry ring out. Following the pitiful voice, he found a being so radiant that it almost hurt to look at her! The most detail he could make out was a pair of golden wings littered with hundreds of eyes, all of which were crying tears of fire. Perhaps foolishly, he called out to her, correctly assuming she was injured; her silver blood was spattered everywhere, after all. At first, he thought she would surely reject his offer to help, but she didn’t. Instead, her light faded, allowing him to come in closer to assess her wounds, which were grievous indeed. His blood could heal. He knew that from…somewhere, some instance he couldn't remember. Didn’t matter. He punctured his wrist and let himself bleed over the fallen angel, watching her wounds stitch themselves closed, listening to her breathing even out. As her strength returned, her body changed, taking the form of a gorgeous young woman with white hair and amber eyes. Her golden wings faded to a blackened bronze. The many-tiered halo above her head crackled and crumbled out of existence. Griffin feared that he might have corrupted her and quickly apologized, but she clung to him before he could back away, still sobbing.

It took a while before she was able to speak, and Griffin held her the whole time, awkwardly trying to console her. Eventually, he learned that her name was Arael, and that she’d been cast out of heaven for helping another vampire search for someone he’d loved very dearly. With a start, Griffin realized that she’d been the latest anomaly that he and his team had been tasked with tracking down. He sharply declared that they weren’t safe out in the open, and that they needed to move as far as they could as fast as possible. She agreed, and the two took off like a shot out of the desert. They didn’t stop until they reached the Black Hills up in South Dakota, where they found a small town to rest and hide out in. It was the first taste of true freedom that Griffin had had since his childhood. He enjoyed the rush of being able to roam around without a handler or orders to follow, and Arael’s company was pleasant, if reserved. She was a quiet person, shy in a way that told him that her heart had been shattered. He knew too well how that felt. Remembering how Declan and Cillian were always there for him in his youth, he resolved to do the same for her in their honor. It actually didn’t take too long for Arael to warm up to him, despite her inner turmoil. She was grateful for his aid and comfort, and once she’d mostly recovered from her fall she decided to reward him.

A deal was made, this time with an arcane thread connecting the unlikely pair. As long as he continued on his path to redemption and did what he could to help others, she would continue grant him spells and other magical abilities, including protection from the sun’s light. He took the opportunity in a heartbeat, eager to do some good in the world for once!

The two went on to forge their own mercenary guild, the Trust of the Fallen, in an effort to combat supernatural threats in a less militaristic way. Their ranks now feature several of Griffin’s former teammates, many new initiates from all walks of life, and Declan and Cillian Quinn, whom Griffin turned into vampires to spare them from his rampage all those years ago.

(Fuck it, I’ll finish this later.)

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midnightchronicles87 · 8 months ago

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I was inspired by @littlehungrywarriorcats to use a clan generator to make my own Warrior cat clan for funsies.

It's called Zebraclan, and the clan is described as drowsy and cautious. They live in a birch forest that got ravaged by a fire, and the cats below are those who survived and are part of the clan a year later (there are a few others that aren't seen bc they weren't generated but do exist, I just haven't designed them)

Designs and descriptions beneath the cut (to be done in 2 parts due to image limit)

In allegiance order (apprentices are in the same image as their parent)

Squirrelstar

Squirrelstar is the leader and is actually a chimera of a short hair and a long hair, hence his extra floofy tail and chest. His floofy tail makes him look like a squirrel, hence his name. He's a very high strung cat, anxious and paranoid about whether he's doing a good job leading, and he overcompensates by being very friendly and helpful. He's a good guy, just low self confidence, much imposter syndrome, very jumpy, and always on alert. He does a pretty decent job taking care of his clan with the help of his deputy and mate Lilywhisker and he's the youngest child of litter of 4.

He's so concerned with doing a good job leading since he became leader right after the fire took the old leader, and has to rebuild his dwindling clan. Fortunately he has help from Lilywhisker and the neighboring clans, which Zebraclan is on good terms with

Lilywhisker

Lilywhisker is a sweet lady who reassures Squirrelstar he's doing OK, she is his rock. They work incredibly smoothly together. She's very wise, the planner of the clan, the brains of the operation. She is beloved by all, a true Mom Friend to the whole clan gluing it together. She is cautious but not as intensely as Squirrelstar, she thinks things through considering all options before she acts. Sometimes she gets overwhelmed by how much work she does for the clan, and she does a lot, and when she does, she goes off by herself to the shore of a beautiful lake on the edge of Zebraclan territory to just relax. Squirrelstar catches her favorite food for her and cuddles with her in this special place to cheer her up. She's the oldest of a litter of 5. She and Squirrelstar are very in love and it's the most obvious thing ever.

Cootleaf

Cootleaf is the Medicine Cat. He's eccentric and lazy, a bit of a grouch when he has to actually do his job, but he makes up for it by being good at it. He's amicable and friendly outside of work, if a bit much for the other cats. He likes long walks at night, and is the older middle child of the litter.

Cormorantpaw is Cootleaf's son and neither of them know it. Cootleaf (inadvisably) had a one night stand with another cat (there were no emotions there, it was just a convenient hookup) and she had Cormorantpaw. (She was not included in the generated cats, so if I design her I need to base her on Cormorantpaw)

She refuses to tell Cormorantpaw or Cootleaf about their relationship bc it would threaten Cootleaf's position as Medicine Cat, since they're not allowed to have families. It's a bit of an open secret though, since all the black cats are siblings, and Squirrelstar is mates with Lilywhisker, but the clan is really small right now and Cootleaf doesn't care about Cormorantpaw and his mother outside of his duties as Medicine Cat, so it's not a big deal. The kid himself thinks that his father died in the fire based on how hesitant everyone is to talk about him, though Cormorantpaw is curious as to his father's identity.

Warriors

Ravenstorm

Ravenstorm is a clever dreamer who has mildly prophetic dreams. She's a bit silly, bit wild, likes to have a good ol time and can be quite scrappy, tires her out a lot though: she's just as often found asleep as awake. And she is the oldest child of the litter.

Starlingfoot

Starlingfoot is very energetic, very talkative, can be a bit of a prankster, and usually volunteers to go on patrol. She's very curious, and likes climbing trees to look out over the surroundings, often using this habit to quite literally get the drop on enemies and prey. She's the younger middle child of the litter

Spiderbriar

Spiderbriar is more reserved and prickly, a bit manipulative, carefully weaving others into webs of plans to get what she wants. She likes playing with her enemies and prey before she defeats them, and is sharp and commanding. She is the youngest of the litter

Slugface

Slugface was a loafer as a kitten who likes soaking up the sun. She stuck her face in a bush one day, and came out with a slug on her face, being the source of her warrior name (along with the fact that the stripe of black on her face looks like a slug)

She has since learned to observe and plan before sticking her nose into things, mostly keeps to herself, and she enjoys doing her chores quickly and efficiently so she can loaf and nap worry free. She is the second youngest of the litter

Apprentices (skipped as they are discussed with their parent)

Queens

Squirrelear

Squirrelear is a former kittypet who was abandoned bc her owner didn't want to deal with her having kittens, so she came to Zebraclan already pregnant. And she comes to the clan post fire, but decently far into the reconstruction, and is welcomed with open paws bc she would be very valuable to the genepool and actual population of the clan.

Squirrelear is seen as quite unusual to the others being a hairless cat, and when she's not in the queen den taking care of her kits once they're born, she spends a lot of her time down by the lake, bc hairless cats need a lot of baths. She's used to having all her needs taken care of by someone else, but she's adjusting to taking care of herself decently well. She's quite protective over kits and is a bit of a neat freak. Bc she was abandoned by her owner, she feels anxious about her stay in the clan being too good to be true. From being an outcast, the only hairless cat, and her skin forcing her to spend most of her time in the river and away from other clanmates, she feels distant from them and struggles to make strong connections with the other clanmates. Despite her social struggles and anxieties, she keeps trying, wanting to make friends and help secure her place there and assure a good future for her kits. Her status as a former kittypet does instill a bit of vanity in her though, she was doted on tooth and paw after all, and that feeling of expecting others to do things for her never truly left.

Mallowface

Mallowface is the second oldest of the litter, and lost her mate in the fire. She took this loss very hard, but is putting on a brave smile for her new kits, even though the stress caused them to be born weak and sickly. Everyone is worried about her

#zebraclan

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seven-thewanderer · 8 months ago

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okay I’m sorry I can’t fight the urge to tell this

So I was playing Kaiju Paradise, right?

and I was Shade, but with the Fashionista skin

and I was with a bunch of the pink sharks (I forget their new name, but it starts with a P, I think it”s Pseudoshork or something?)

But then there was this guy, I knew he was cosplayed as a Dragon Ball Z character, but had no clue which one, so I just called him Vegeta (cus it gave Vegeta vibes, but it was like orange fit w/ a floofy mohawk hair)

and no matter how many times he was killed, he just kept coming back with his Void Bat (idk what the bat was, that was my first time seeing it, but stunned you with a small black hole effect)

But I was 1v1-ing him at a point, and I was winning, I got him in the red

then another guy came in and it became a 2v1 (I was the 1), and they killed me (technically the other guy did, not Vegeta)

then the funniest thing happened.

Vegeta did this dramatic walk-off, making his way back to spawn…

but here’s the thing.

currently the game updated that instead of not letting you enter Spawn for a bit after being hit by a goo, it flings u back and damages you a bit, and the second attempt kills you.

…His health was low enough he died instantly

AND I GOT THE FULL-KILL CREDIT.

I could not stop laughing afterwards like duuuude XD

you spent ALL that time trying to kill me, had to get help to kill me, and then LOST TO A SAFE ZONE. AND GAVE ME THE CREDITS.

like man I’m sorry but that’s too funny

(Edited addition cus I wanna keep the tags there):

So I searched the servers (since I left soon after cus I was laughing too hard to keep playing), and managed to find him again XD (I took a pic of his avatar, but I’m not gonna send it cus I feel like that’s creepy)

BUT

I searched it up to try and find his character

apparently it’s a guy named Broly from Dragon Ball Z, and definitely not Vegeta

#random post #technically this is a #rant #but it was really funny to me XD #if that dude who I’m talking about happens to ever see this tho:#man I’m sorry but you gotta admit it was a tad funny #like I don’t even care I lost (and hopefully he don’t either) but that was too funny #like I can picture that scene animated and it’s like. It’s comedy.#pure comedy

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baileyboo2016 · 11 months ago

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Ok, so buckle up your seat belts and let’s see what my little fingers typing on an iPad keyboard can do in 5 10 minutes.

I’ve never played rulie’s games but when I first read lu and fanfics he became the instant favorite. It’s just everything about him, but the first thing that drew me to him is THAT LITTLE FACE. and the floofy hair. just like look at the panels where he’s smiling i cant even!! I like any version of Hyrule in a links meet au, but this one has just stolen my heart!

My favorite headcanons for him are that he’s aroace (basically like me!), he can’t read, he likes sugar a lot cause of the fairy, and he is touch starved and takes a little while to open up to the others.

Besides the obvious turning into a fairy and healing magic, I like Rulie for his personality and story. He tends to have low self-worth but he will do whatever it takes to help his family (as seen when he’s healing twi). He grew up alone and afraid, robbed of his childhood and his trauma is still with him. He loves to go exploring in the woods and gets lost pretty often. He can’t cook to save his life (it’s ok pookster). And he won’t hesitate to strip to a crop top and swing a hammer on a sword with his belly completely exposed. Rulie why. Oh and he also tried to pick up broken glass WITH HIS BARE HANDS. he’s so smart but he can be a little idiot sometimes and i love him so much 🥺

Hello Linked Universe fandom. I have a question.

If Hyrule is your one of your favourite lu Links, would you please tell me why? I'd like to become more familiar with his character.

Is there something about Jojo's version you like especially? What are you're favourite headcannons? Something about him the fandom tends to sleep on?

If you've played his games, is there anything in particular you liked about them (items, characters, bosses etc.)? Anything you hope to see referenced in the comic?

If you've ever needed an excuse to gush about your blorbo, please take this as an invitation (don't fell pressured to answer every question though).

#bailey’s daily rulie rampage #linked universe #lu hyrule #He also got stabbed in the side from a shadow of his likeness and has a nasty scar #fun rulie lore

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starlightxsvt · 3 years ago

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Because I Love You I c.sc

pairing ➳ best friend!seungcheol x female! reader

genre ➳ best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, a good dose of angst, lots of pinning, fluff to heal your heart, a lil spice.

warnings ➳ cursing, jealousy(lots of it), Mingyu being a big dumdum, Halloween party( yes ik very well halloween is over), reader wears a slutty witch outfit, emotional constipation ig, they are both idiots, arguments, crying, heavy makeouts, them both horny.

word count ➳ 9.3k

synopsis ➳ harboring feelings for your best friend of years have never been this hard. now, when he shows up with a beautiful girl in his arms you aren't sure how long you can keep your feelings to yourself.

playlist ➳ because I love you- gummy// lie- sasha sloan// in silence- janet suhh// teenage dream- katy perry// lean on me- seventeen// you belong with me- taylor swift.

a/n: hi hi everyone! It is here! A good dose of pinning and angst and jealousy is finally here! I had a fun time writing it and I hope y'all feel the same while reading this. Let me know your thoughts please 🥰

When you first saw Seungcheol, he was a floofy haired boy wearing this cute jumper and baggy pants. His cheeks were squishy and his smile was gummy which instantly warmed your heart and made you want to be friends with him. Which you did.

It was middle school then.

Now you are in college.

Seungcheol still has his squishy cheeks and his gummy smile but now they sit on a tall, well-built and dashingly handsome man. But he hasn't changed. He's still the same boy at heart, who welcomed you into his circle with open arms all those years ago.

If anything has changed though, it's your feelings for him. You two started as friends and soon became best friends, literally inseparable from each other all through middle school and then high school.

Now at 21 years and in college, you have realized how exactly deep your feelings run for your best friend. The wake-up call was when he showed up with Evelyn; a sweet, petite brunette at a get-together with all your friends.

That was the first time Seungcheol showed up with a girl anywhere and you realized it's serious as Seungcheol is more of a one-night stand and no relationship type of guy. He was smiling ear to ear, his usual cheerfulness more prominent and you discerned he must really like her.

Now two months later, they are still going strong and seeing them together everyday has given birth to a little green monster inside you. And you hate yourself for it. Seungcheol is your best friend for fuck's sake, you should be happy that he is happy. But you are not. At this rate, you wonder how long you can continue your friendship with him before you lose your damn mind.

"Hey, you alright?" Seungcheol's voice makes you jump out of your reverie.

"Huh? Y-yeah, I'm fine."

"Really?" Seungcheol narrows his eyes at you in suspicion. You shift under his continuous stare because you know how well he can read you. "If something is bothering you, you can always tell me, you know?" He adds softly. "Of course I know Cheol. I promise I'm fine." You try your best to act unbothered.

He nods understandingly before a ping comes from his phone, alerting him of a text which he checks immediately. "I gotta go, _____. Let's hang out sometime, yeah? Just you and me."

"Hmm, yeah, sure." You give him a thumbs up as he jogs away. As soon as he's gone you let out a breath of relief, sagging back into the bench. However, your time to yourself is shortlived.

"_____!" A loud voice calls your name and you turn to see Mingyu running towards you, hand waving wildly in the air.

"If you are here for my notes then get lost Mingyu," you say dismissively before he can even come close. The giant man whines before sitting down next to you, his lips shaped into a pout. "Come on babe~ don't be like that. I just came to say hi."

"Mhmm," you hum, not buying his words.

"When are you gonna tell him that you like him?" He nudges your shoulder with a smirk on his face as you whip your head towards him. "What! I don't have a crush on Seungcheol!"

"I didn't say who," The bastard's smirk grows bigger as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You feel your whole face heat up.

Oh god.

Laughing at your flustered state Mingyu sighs, "I knew for years. You probably had a crush on him when you first joined our group. You keep looking at him with these lovey-dovey eyes."

"Shut up, Gyu!" You smack his arm. "If you tell Cheol a word about this I swear-"

"I swear my lips are shut," He holds up his hands in surrender. "But...you know, I could help you get him." He comes closer to you. You roll your eyes with a defeated sigh, "What are you trying to do, Mingyu?"

"Nothing!" He gasps, offended. But then he coughs, scratching the back of his head, "Well, there's this red-haired babe in your psychology class and I was wondering if you could set me up with her." You watch him, baffled. "Idiot, you don't even know her name! Besides, what am I? A matchmaking service?" You roll your eyes at his antics to get inside yet another girl's pants. Mingyu has quite the reputation around the campus for jumping from one girl's bed to another's.

"Aw, come on, don't be like that," Mingyu keeps whining like a child. "I help you, you help me. Or more like I help you get the man you've been in love with and you just hook me up with this girl."

"What is your grand plan to get me the man I've been in love with, may I ask?" You raise a brow at him. His face inches closer to yours and a conspirational grin appears on his face, "You see, there's this huge ass fancy Halloween party at Joshua's place this Friday. And you, my babe, are gonna show up in the sexiest outfit in town- hold up, it gets better! I am gonna act all handsy with you, ya know what I mean?" He wiggles his brow and you let out an annoyed groan, pushing his face away, "Yeah, that is like the worst plan in the history of plans, you dumbass. You really think you can make him jealous? He's in a fucking relationship, a very committed one at that!"

"Eh, I wouldn't be so sure," Mingyu shrugs, tilting his head. Your brows crease eyes narrowing on him, "What do you mean?" Blatantly ignoring you, the man continues, "Listen, you show up with me and then we get all touchy with each other in front of Seungcheol. When he sees me all over you, he should step in and if he does, bingo! That means he has feelings for you." You watch Mingyu with a bored face as he rambles on, wondering how stupid someone can be. It's truly a mystery why all girls go gaga over him.

However, later that night, when you lie down in your bed, Mingyu's words haunt you, and the more you keep thinking of it, the more convinced you feel.

How bad could it be? It doesn't hurt to try. It's harmless, right?

So somehow, you end up agreeing to Mingyu's offer, and the next day you both go out for outfit shopping where the giant man almost forces you into buying the skimpiest clothing ever, a slutty witch outfit. It's a black velvet top with the lowest neckline you've ever seen paired with a scrap of material they call a skirt. It also comes with mesh stockings and gloves and killer heels which are so long that you know your feet will be numb later on. When Friday comes and you stand in front of the mirror with the outfit on, you keep staring at your reflection with your jaw loose.

Why are you doing this again?

Sexy is probably the decent word to describe how you look. While doing your makeup you contemplate your decision and you almost chicken out, until Mingyu calls you to let you know he's outside your apartment. Asking the heavens for help, you walk out the door and when you meet him outside his jaw almost touches the floor as he whistles, "Holy shit, remind me why we're not dating?" You roll your eyes, "Shut up, Gyu."

Grinning evilly he laughs, "Just kidding babe. But you look fabulous. Real fabulous." Chuckling softly you move towards him complimenting, "You look fabulous as well." He's dressed in a vampire outfit, nothing too special, a white shirt and black cape and fangs, but he has the looks to make it special. "Shall we?" He extends his arm towards you and you grin, slipping yours in it.

When you arrive at the party it is going on in full swing, loud, full of not so sober students dressed in various outfits and it takes you a while to spot your friend group amidst the plenteous crowd. They are all relaxing in the backyard, drinks in their hands, laughing loudly over something. Your eyes land on him first, dressed in what you assume is a devil's costume, shiny black shirt paired with blazer and pants as the horns attached to a band are sitting in his hand.

"You guys are here!" Someone chirps but you don't pay attention, too busy looking at Seungcheol as he turns his head and stops his eyes on you before they dilate, probably in shock. Blatantly, he eyes you from top to bottom as you stand there shaking in your boots, realizing this was all a stupid idea.

"_____..." Seungcheol begins but gives up, professedly at a loss for words as he keeps on staring at you, making you feel only more flustered under his gaze. "_____! Wow, you look seriously hot!" Joshua says, appearing from somewhere with drinks in his hands. Evelyn, who is dressed in the prettiest angel costume ever, grins, agreeing with Joshua, "Seriously, you look bomb! That outfit? You're killing it."

"Thanks," you go demure with all the compliments and Mingyu decides it is the perfect time to get handsy with you as he throws a hand over your shoulder, pulling you close while almost smashing you into his huge chest and grinning, "Thanks, guys! I picked it for her!" You don't miss the way Seungcheol's brows furrow at Mingyu's reply and a faint hope blooms in your chest. Maybe, maybe he's jealous.

Seungcheol stands up, eyes on you as he saunters towards you. "_____, wow, you look...wow." You can't help the giggle that escapes you before you thank him for his compliment. Probably seeing Seungcheol talking to you, Mingyu wraps himself tighter around you, if that's even possible. You try to nudge him discreetly but he just keeps grinning like a fool before announcing, "I'll get some drinks for us. Wait here, babe."

Too busy glaring at Mingyu, you miss the way Seungcheol scowls at the interaction in front of him and as soon as Mingyu skips over towards the drinks, your best friend speaks, "Hey, can you spare me a second? Let's talk inside, it's too loud here."

"S-sure." Abruptly, he turns around and leans towards Evelyn to whisper something in her ear, and in reply, she nods, beaming at him. You follow Seungcheol inside Joshua's house, shuffling through the overflowing crowd all over and he leads you up the stairs and towards Joshua's bedroom, where you finally find some quiet.

"So...what's up?" You immediately plop down on Joshua's bed, thanks to the ridiculous heels which are nothing short of killing you. As if hesitantly, Seungcheol sits beside you, scratching the back of his head. "Did Mingyu really pick this for you?" He asks, motioning towards your outfit, and you nod, confused. "Why? Is there something wrong?"

"No! No...I just- I've never seen you in something like this..." He murmurs and you see faint redness appear in his ears. You shrug, trying your best to appear unfazed, "Well, there's a first time for everything." Seungcheol simply nods and silence follow, making you chew on your lip anxiously. What's going with him? In your years of friendship, there has never been a time when things were this quiet and...awkward between the two of you. Awkward, right.

The air in the room feels extremely awkward, full of thick tension and you wonder why he is so silent when he called you here. You're about to open your mouth until he does. "Are you and Mingyu...a thing?"

"What?"

"Are you... like- dating Mingyu?"

"Why do you ask?" You question abruptly. Seungcheol looks taken aback for a while. "I'm...I'm your best friend. I am curious. I mean we recently had that talk about you dating and stuff and you appeared rather disinterested so I...I wasn't expecting to see you with someone...especially Mingyu. "

"What's wrong with Mingyu?"

He rolls his eyes, letting out a noise of annoyance, "Come on. You know how he is."

It is true that last week you and Seungcheol had a conversation about your rather plain dating life and him encouraging you to see someone to which you replied you'll think about it. So now, when you are seemingly dating, why is he so sour about it?

"I don't know what you are talking about, Cheol. Mingyu's pretty decent." You feign ignorance, adverting your gaze. Seungcheol rakes a hand through his hair, "You didn't exactly answer my question, _____. Are you dating him or not?" His voice sounds snappy suddenly and a frown comes over your face. You can't help the venom in your voice, "What is it to you, Seungcheol? Why are you so bothered? I can date him or just fuck him or whatever, what is it to you? Who are you, my dad?"

Shock colors your best friend's face and immediately you feel guilty. You don't know what made you spew those words and you instantly regret when you see him frown, hurt painted all over his face. "_____," he calls your name but then abruptly stops and you bite your lip.

Shit. How could you say those things to him?

You open your mouth, ready to apologize a hundred times when he stands up with a loud sigh. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get nosy. I should go downstairs. They're waiting for me." His tone is flat, dejected and it breaks your heart into a million pieces. Tears burn your eyes but you're so choked up that you can't utter a word so you watch him leave.

"I fucked up bad, Gyu," you murmur in a hopeless tone. Mingyu, who doesn't seem all too bothered hums while digging into your leftover lunch. "I'm sure it's nothing you can't fix." He offers and you sigh, rubbing your forehead. "It's all your fault. If only I didn't listen to your stupid idea."

"Hey now! That's mean!" The puppy-like man pouts making you roll your eyes heavenward. "It was a fantastic idea," he continues. "If only you kept playing cool and didn't lose your temper." His words make you sigh louder and you feel like a deflated balloon as you sag against your chair. "Oh god, what do I do now. I was such a bitch. I'm embarrassed to even show up in front of him." You wail. Mingyu is about to console you when Seokmin appears, suddenly sitting down at your table.

"Hey, guys! What's up?" He grins, his usual cheery self. Mingyu sets his spoon down, "Oh, _____ is just sad that the love of-" You kick the stupid man underneath the table and send daggers his way, trying to get him to stop. Seokmin looks between the two of you, confused, before he rests his hands on the table and leans towards you. "Hey, _____. What's going on with you and Seungcheol? Is there any problem?"

"Huh? N-no, why?" You can't mask the tension and alarm in your voice. "No...it's just that yesterday we were talking and I brought you up and he seemed weirdly stiff. You also left the party all of a sudden that day. Is everything alright?"

"Uhm..yeah, yeah. We're good." You swallow. We are so not good. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Mingyu raising a brow at your obvious lies, sporting a smirk and you clench your fists. This sly bastard. You send him a threatening glare that says I'll deal with you later but his expression says that he couldn't care less.

That day after your classes you accumulate all your courage and send Seungcheol a text, asking him where he is and if he's free. A few minutes later, comes his reply in which he tells you that he's in the studio so you immediately flag down a cab to get there promptly.

When he isn't attending classes, Seungcheol spends most of his time in this studio downtown where he works on making music and choreo with two other guys named Woozi and Hoshi. In the early times, when he first joined the studio he was really shy and didn't tell you about it for almost two months. But you eventually found out and you and others in your friend group realized that he's got a knack for writing songs and rapping. It's been a couple of years since he joined the studio and he made a few good bucks by writing and composing some songs. When you asked him if he wants to make a career out of this and in reply, he told you he's still thinking about it.

The cab stops and you jolt out of your thoughts, quickly paying the driver and entering the building in hurried steps. You head straight for the practice room where you find Seungcheol sitting alone, busy with his- surprisingly because you expected others to be there too. Closing the door behind you, you tentatively step inside. "Hey."

He looks up from his phone, "Oh, hey." He sets the device down as you pad towards him looking around. "I thought others would be here."

"Yeah, I came early. They'll be here in a while," Seungcheol replies, stretching his legs. Nodding, you stand uselessly in front of him, hands busy fiddling with the hem of your tote bag. He watches you with blank eyes which magnifies your shame a hundred times. It was never like this between you and him. It was never supposed to be like this. With a deep breath, you take an attempt to get yourself together before gently sitting down next to him on the floor. Staring down at your lap, you speak. "I'm sorry."

Silence.

Unnerving silence is all you get and you are too ashamed, almost paralyzed to sneak a peek at him. Long, agonizing moments pass before you hear him sigh. "No, it's okay. It was my fault." Your head spins towards him, "No! No, it wasn't! It really wasn't. I was a total bitch. You were just asking your best friend if she is dating someone and she was a snarky rude bitch to you." Despite the situation, he chuckles softly before setting his eyes on you, gaze fond. "Don't be so hard on yourself. It's okay. I'm your best friend. I forgive you."

Wow. That went easier than you thought. His easy forgiveness makes you somewhat more embarrassed. You whisper, "Thank you. And I'm really sorry, once again. I...I don't know what came over me."

"It's okay. I was rude too. If you genuinely like Mingyu, you should date him," he advises, his voice soft like silk. You chew your lower lip anxiously, "Yeah, about that... I'm not dating Mingyu." Seungcheol gapes at you in silence before raising a brow at you, "What?"

"Yeah... We're not dating. In fact, he has his eyes on someone else." Seungcheol sits in silence for a while, making you feel nervous for no reason. After a few bits, he murmurs, "Oh. Then why was Mingyu like that with you?" He frowns. A nervous chuckle escapes you as you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "I don't know either. You know how he can get too friendly at times. I didn't mind him, really."

Humming, Seungcheol nods before leaning back against the mirror on the wall. You do the same and like that, the two of you enjoy some tranquility and this time the air is much more comfortable, like old times. He hums a tune sitting comfortably next to you as you play with your bag on your lap, thanking the heavens for letting you overcome his hurdle with ease. The quietude comes to a halt when Seungcheol opens his mouth, his voice subdued as he utters the words, "Evelyn and I broke up."

You almost choke on your saliva because never in a million years did you expect him to casually announce his breakup. You turn your head to take a look at him and oddly find him smiling a little. He doesn't appear bothered or hurt and that troubles you further. "I- what? Why?" You whisper. "It just wasn't gonna work out, you know. We both agreed to that so we just split up." You don't have words to that so you nod your head dumbly, murmuring, "I'm sorry."

"Nah," Seungcheol waves his hand in the air. "It's alright. It's nothing to be sorry about. We separated on good terms. She was saying that she actually likes someone else and I totally understand, you know?" You don't but you just nod your head, still processing the news. After a few more moments of stillness, you attempt to joke, "Well, welcome back to the singles club, I guess." Seungcheol laughs, playfully smacking your shoulder as you join him, your face splitting into a grin. Your heart feels lighter and your mind a lot less burdensome and you wonder if it's because you made up with Seungcheol or because of his breakup.

The next day, on your way to class you come across Evelyn who stands by the economics building, looking around for someone you assume. At first, you think about not saying hi but deciding it'll be rude, you approach her with a slight wave. "Hey, there." Her eyes land on you and she grins, as sweet as ever, "Hey! _____!" Her hands move enthusiastically. "How are you!" You come to stand in front of her, "I'm good. What about you?"

"I'm great too," she smiles. Tentatively, you offer, "I'm sorry about the... breakup, you know. Seungcheol told me."

"Oh," she makes a face, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture. "It's alright. We broke up on good terms, you know? It's all fine. I also might like someone else." She grins conspirally. "By the way, have you seen Seokmin?"

"Huh? Seokmin? No, why?"

"Oh, he was supposed to go to the library with me but I can't seem to find him. He isn't picking up either."

"I have no idea where he is. Sorry." You offer "No, it's alright. He's probably sleeping. You'll get late for your class now. Bye!" She points to her watch, reminding you of the time. "Yeah, right! See you," you return her enthusiastic wave before walking into the lecture building still processing how casual their breakup really was.

Later that week when you and the whole group sit down for dinner at a restaurant, Jeonghan suddenly makes an offer, "Hey guys. The vacation starts tomorrow. Why don't we all go somewhere together this time." Chewing on his food, Mingyu agrees excitedly, "That's a great idea dude! We really need a break."

"My father's friend has this nice resort by the beach. I'm thinking we could go there. What do you say, babe?" Jeonghan asks, turning to his girlfriend, Iris who nods her head with a grin, linking her hands with Jeonghan's. Ever since they started dating a year ago, she has become a part of this group, and boy, do they not hesitate to get affectionate with each other in public. On cue, Jeonghan returns her grin, more mischievous as he leans over to press a kiss on the corner of her lips. Seokmin makes a noise of disgust, "Can we have one dinner without you two smooching each other?"

"Someone's jealous," Jeonghan teases, slinging an arm around his girlfriend while all of you chuckle. "But seriously, it's a good idea. We should go." You speak, taking a sip of water. Seungcheol hums his agreement from beside you and like that, everyone is on board with the idea. So a couple of days later you all get on Seokmin's dad's minivan as Seungcheol drives you all to the beach. It's not a long ride by distance but it definitely felt lengthy when Jeonghan and Iris started aggressively making out in the back of the van, which was positively intended to annoy all of you. Seungcheol turns the radio louder to cover their obscene noises and Seokmin covers his ears whining while Mingyu, being a sly, unashamed bitch, sneaks glances at them and you try your best to focus on the music playing and the view passing by. When it's dusk, you arrive at the beach and check-in immediately, starting your seven day vacation. Everyone gets separate rooms except the gross couple but you aren't so happy about it because your room is right beside theirs and you know they'll keep you up at night because you are pretty sure the walls here aren't soundproof.

The next morning you wake up fairly late due to the exhaustion of the journey and your general laziness. Stepping out of your room after quickly making yourself presentable, you head downstairs to catch the complimentary breakfast buffet. By the time you finish eating there is no sign of others so you call Seungcheol to know about their whereabouts and he informs you that they are at the beach. And by them, he meant just him and Seokmin because when you arrive at the relaxing area under a huge umbrella you find only two of them there. And Seokmin seems to be napping away under the sun, a straw hat resting on top of his face to sleep without hindrance.

"Hey there. You're finally up," Seungcheol smiles, yomping through the sand. He is dressed in a pale blue oversized shirt and white shorts but what gets heat steaming from your ears is how he left the top two buttons of his shirt undone, which gives a delicious peek of his silky skin beneath. Also, the sunglasses resting on top of his head doesn't really help with your mental health. Swallowing you quickly look away. "Yeah, I slept like a baby," with a sheepish smile you walk closer to him. "Where are the others?"

"Oh, Mingyu and the gross couple went to town for sightseeing and shopping. Min and I stayed," Seungcheol explains, kicking the sand underneath his feet. Nodding you gaze around, relishing the beautiful scenery and the perfect weather; the sun high up but not too hot, just perfect. As it is off-season the number of visitors is very low hence there are like three people besides you all on the beach.

"You look nice," Seungcheol juts his chin towards your dress; a simple pale yellow mid length dress with spaghetti straps. His compliment makes your heart flutter and your face burn. "Thanks," you reply as coolly as possible. The two of you sit down on the folding chairs and enjoy the waves crash and the blue of the ocean. As a thought occurs to you, you speak, "The other day I met Evelyn." Turning his head towards you Seungcheol takes off his shades. "Oh?"

"Yeah...she was really chill you know- not that it's a bad thing, I'm just saying. She also mentioned she likes someone else. Do you have any idea who it might be?" You turn to face him. "I'm so curious." Seungcheol chuckles softly at your desperateness, "Trust me I am too. When I asked her who it is she just smiled and said I'll see." You groan, "Ughhh, who could it be! I'm really curious who she left you for."

"Ouch," he feigns hurt, making you laugh. "I guess we can only wait and see. I wish the best for her. She's a great person." Nodding you nudge Seungcheol. "You're not so bad yourself," you tease.

The day passes by as you all play in the water when the others return and then eat some hearty lunch from a small restaurant nearby. After that you all lounge on the beach as the sky turned dark, sipping drinks and watching Seokmin and Mingyu be their stupid selves.

The next day is full of more sightseeing and sunbathing and taking pictures. After a really fun day, Mingyu sets up a barbecue at the beach as all of you assist him. With lots of side dishes and beer, all of you eat by the bonfire which Seungcheol and Seokmin worked hard on setting up. As you and Iris clean up the one-time plastic plates Jeonghan proposes to play a game. After a debate between him and Mingyu, it is decided to play truth or dare which Seungcheol claims is just childish. "You're just scared," teases Jeonghan with a suggestive wriggle of brows. The game begins with Seokmin who chooses truth and is asked by Jeonghan when did he lose his v card. The game progresses like that, full of silly truths and dares and Jeonghan's relentless teasing. At your first turn, you choose dare and end up doing or trying to do belly dance.

"Is there anyone among us that you have feelings for?" Jeonghan drawls, taking a sip of his beer, catching you off guard on your second turn. The look that he shares with Mingyu makes you realize that the bastard did not keep your secret.

He fucking told Jeonghan! That prick.

"Um..." Swallowing, you look around nervously, chewing on your lip. Half of you just want to lie and say no but you know for a fact that Mingyu and Jeonghan won't let you off so easily knowing your little secret. You take a peek at your best friend sitting next to you, his face concentrated on yours, and blowing out a loud breath you huff, "Yes." Seokmin makes a scandalous gasp as you feel Seungcheol shift next to you. The two evils snicker among themselves as you glare at them.

You're gonna kill Mingyu.

"Who is it?" Jeonghan smirks. You grit your teeth, "That was not the question, asshole. You asked if I was interested in someone and I replied. Done." Jeonghan, not one to give up says, "Okay then. Give me another truth. Who, among us, do you have feelings for?"

Oh god. You were gonna commit homicide.

"It's not my turn, Jeonghan." You hiss at him, sending daggers his way. Completely baffling you, Seungcheol speaks up, "No, _____. Answer it. Who is it?" Shocked you gape at your best friend.

Why is he doing this to you?

For a second you hope he's joking but the utter seriousness in his face tells you he's not. There are a few moments of stunned silence where you and Seungcheol stare at each other while four pairs of eyes burn into the two of you. Blinking, you murmur, "I'm out." Standing up quickly, you wipe the dust off your ass before marching back to the resort. You think they'll leave you alone but they don't- Seungcheol follows you with a call of your name. Annoyed, you turn around to face him, "What?"

"Is it Mingyu?" He asks, coming to a halt right in front of you. You can't help the tears that form in your eyes.

Is he really doing this? Again?

"Really, Seungcheol?" You whisper disappointedly. "No...just. Why don't you say it out loud?" He rakes a hand through his hair, frustratedly it appears as he huffs. "I mean, we're all friends here. You can just say that you like Mingyu. Why are you hiding?" Clenching your fists, you will yourself not to cry. "Well, you being like this makes me think maybe we aren't friends." Your voice is a breath above a whisper. You don't wait for his reply as you turn around and resume your walking, only faster this time, desperate to get away from everything, from him.

Maybe you shouldn't have come on this trip.

A night full of crying later you wake up to your phone ringing. There are a few texts from Mingyu and Jeonghan asking if you are in your room and are you okay and you realize it's almost noon. Sighing you quickly type out a reply to Mingyu before heading towards the bathroom, trying to wipe the tear stains on your face and your puffy nose. Just as you finish freshening up, there's a knock on your door and opening it, you come to face Seungcheol.

Immediately your throat tightens and you're about to close the door until he speaks, "Can I come in? Just for a minute?" His voice is soft as if he's addressing a child and swallowing the lump on your throat you step aside and let him in. He cautiously sits down on the small sofa by the bed while you gulp down an entire glass of water, trying to get your parched throat working. Wordlessly you sit down on the bed and look at him, awaiting him to speak, too tired to open your mouth.

If you're being honest you are too tired after last night to deal with him right now but since he's already here it's better to get it done with. "I'm sorry," he whispers. Expression bleak, you watch him. The silence is unnerving. Seungcheol stammers, "I- I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just- I'm really fucking sorry, ______. I crossed the line." Rubbing your forehead with a sigh you look down at your lap. Yeah, he did.

But part of you wonders, why? Why did he suddenly become so desperate, so... jealous? Perhaps...?

"Listen, I'm sorry for being an asshole. I just...I couldn't control my curiosity. I really wanted to know who you have feelings for. You're my best friend. I... wanted to support you."

Yeah...best friend.

With a soft exhale, you smile at him as your heart breaks with a slap of reality, "It's alright. I understand. Let's forget it." Seungcheol stares at you for a beat, a perplexed look on his face as if he can't believe you just forgave him. How can you not? You're so fucking in love with him.

"I- that's... great. Thank you." He stumbles over his words. "And sorry for barging in. You just woke up, you should eat." He gets up swiftly, murmuring an awkward goodbye to you, and heads out the door. Blowing out a frustrated breath you lie down on your bed, the tornado of emotions inside you becoming a bit too hard to manage.

You spend the rest of the day by yourself, locked up in your room, saying that you don't feel really good, which was true and opt to watch Netflix. Mingyu and others pay you short visits throughout the day, making sure you're okay but not pressuring you to come outside after last night.

The next morning arrives, all bright and shiny, sky clear, birds chirping; too much of a nice weather to stay cooped up in your room. So after having breakfast in your room, you head out in search of your friends who you find are all sitting in the lounging area by the resort pool.

"_______! Hey! We were just about to call you!" Seokmin waves his hand excitedly as he sees you approaching them. "Seungcheol is going-" He is cut off by Seungcheol who stands up swiftly and smacks his shoulder. "Hey, ______. Can we talk... for a second?" His nervous tone and everyone's weird attitude bewilders you, nonetheless you follow Seungcheol as he leads you to the indoor lounge.

"Hey, so umm," Seungcheol fiddles with his fingers, weirdly nervous which makes you nervous. "Seungcheol what's wrong?" You cannot mask the worry in your voice. Seeing you distressed, Seungcheol quickly says, "No- don't worry. I just um- I just wanted you to hear it from me.''

"Hear what?"

Seungcheol inhales deeply, "I'm proposing today. I...like someone. I've honestly liked someone for a long time." His confession makes your world stop, quite literally. It feels like you are free-falling, falling and falling and falling with no ground to catch you. Simply, breathlessly, you stare at him while he does the same, probably waiting for your reaction. Your brain completely stops working. For a while you draw blank, feeling nothing until your brain suddenly reboots and you blink a few times. Coughing you try to mask how crestfallen you feel and appear not at all heartbroken. "That's- um...wow. That was quite unexpected. I'm not even sure if I heard correctly."

Seungcheol gives you his signature gummy smile with a tinge of shyness. "Well, I've kept it hidden for a long time and...I just can't anymore, you know?" Giving him your best enthusiastic smile, you ask tentatively, "I'm really happy for you. Who's the lucky girl?" Shyly he scratches the back of his head, "Someone you know actually." Your brows shoot up, "In our friend group? Who?" He throws a teasing smile at you while you mentally go through all the females you and Seungcheol are aquatinted with.

Who could it be?!

"You'll know when I confess," is all he says and you don't prod him further because you don't really want to know who it is. You want to live in your fantasy for just a little longer, before everything crashes and burns. You manage a grin, "Well, congratulations, dude! I'm so excited and happy!"

It's true, you are. You are happy that your best friend has found someone to love while at the same time you are breaking into a million pieces on the inside because it is not you. You probably never had a chance, you stupid girl.

"Wait so, she is coming here? You are proposing today? What if she refuses?" You throw a series of questions at him, wondering since when was he planning to announce his love. Is this why everyone arranged this trip? How did you not know anything?

Seungcheol scratches the back of his head, "Yeah...um, I'm proposing tonight on the beach. Thought it would be romantic with the pretty scenery and stuff. So yeah, she's coming then. And if she doesn't accept me...well, then I don't know what I'm gonna do honestly." Nodding, you swallow the lump in your throat. "Wow, you've been planning quite a lot huh?" He laughs, his beautiful gummy smile on display as your heart shatters at his innocent giddiness.

Damn it, ____. Get it together.

Your best friend has found his love. He must know her well enough to call her here and propose. Surely, she will say yes. Oh god. Seungcheol won't be yours anymore. Fuck, he was never yours.

"You gotta be there okay? Others will be there too. Mingyu is gonna be our photographer. I'm planning on having dinner will you all after I propose."

Oh god, could this get any worse? He will propose and he wants you to be there, witness it firsthand? How cruel. Mustering your biggest grin, you say, "Of course I'll be there. How can I not?"

You regret saying that. You deeply, deeply regret that. You cannot be there without starting to bawl in the middle of his proposal. Shit. How could you become like this? When did you become so pathetic? Head in your hands you sit on the floor, back at your room after Seungcheol dropped the bomb. You feel like you're hyperventilating, losing your grip on reality. Half of you want to scream and cry and run away from here and the other half just wants to go to Seungcheol and tell him. Alas, you can do none.

Evening arrives too fast for your liking and as you begrudgingly put yourself in some decent clothes you contemplate on saying that your period started and you're having cramps. No, that would be the most asshole-ish thing to do. Seungcheol would definitely be sad. Swallowing you gaze into the mirror, making sure you do not appear like you are on the brink of losing your shit. Smoothening your hair and dress, you take a lungful of air before stepping out of your room and towards Seungcheol's. He opens the door as soon as you knock, dressed in a black shirt and washed jeans with a camo print jacket and he looks fucking insane. His hair; oh god his hair- is styled back with gel, a few strands falling loose, revealing his forehead and you go nuts. In a trance, you stand there like a lovestruck fool, too busy drinking him up. God his girlfriend is gonna be so lucky.

He motions you to come in with a smile, "Hey, I'm almost finished. I just need to put my shoes on, okay?"

"Mhmm," absentmindedly you hum. "Is she here?"

"Uhh, yeah. She's nearby. Will be here soon." There's that giddy, shy smile on his face as he talks about her. Your whole body burns with jealousy and it frustrates you further. You have no right to be jealous when you have been running from your feelings for years like a pussy. "Great," you manage a fake smile, watching him as he puts his socks and shoes on. When he's finally ready he grabs his phone, checking it quickly before turning towards you, the biggest smile plastered on his face, "Let's go." You literally see the excitement and tension radiating from his body and it makes you more solicitous. Your sanity is hanging by a thread now, as it all starts to feel extremely real.

It is happening.

Before you can stop yourself, you call for him, "Seungcheol?" He has almost reached the door at this point. "Yeah?" He takes a few steps back to meet your gaze.

"There's something I need to tell you." You breathe. Wait, what are you doing? Nodding, he takes a few steps towards you, "Sure. Go ahead."

Breathe. Just breathe.

You will yourself to just inhale and exhale while trying to not crumble down in front of him when saying the words that have been on your tongue for years. This is might not be the best time; in fact, it isn't, but you need to get this off of your chest or else you might actually die. So putting your big girl shoes on, you do the worst thing one can do to their best friend just before they are about to confess to someone- you confess to them instead.

"I love you." Your voice doesn't waver, surprisingly. It's loud and clear, no hesitation, full of candor.

"I love you. Not just in a best friend typa way. I love you as in you're the love of my life, Cheol. I've loved you for years. I'm fucking crazy about you. You're all I think about. I- I really had to get this off my chest, you know? I love you so much that if I didn't say it out loud I thought I was gonna burst." By miracle you keep going while Seungcheol watches you; first with a frown and then his face covering with shock as his eyes widen like saucers, his mouth hanging open a little. He gapes at you, like a fish, all wide eyes and unbearable silence.

And you just stand there, waiting to embrace whatever comes next to you. Still, when he utters one single word you realize you are not prepared at all for what he's about to throw at you.

"Fuck." He whispers under his breath.

Fuck it is.

Fuck, it truly is.

Everything is fucked.

It feels like a staring competition, you and Seungcheol just watching each other. You stay rooted to your spot despite just wanting to run to the farthest corner of the world. The realization has started to dawn on you- your untimely confession and Seungcheol response. Shit. Shit. How could you do this to your best friend?

"_____-" Seungcheol opens his mouth to speak but he can't manage to speak many words so he shuts it again and stares at you with that flabbergasted look. You try your best to save what is left of the situation which is nothing basically. "Seungcheol, I am so sorry. Fuck- Forget I said-"

"I hate you _____." Seungcheol's voice stops you in your tracks as you watch him like a deer facing a hunter's gun. Your broken heart breaks even more but you stand strong and soak his words up, knowing well how much you deserve it. Of course he hates you, genius.

"I really hate you, you know? You ruined my proposal. You just had to confess when I was gonna do it. Do you know how long I've been preparing for this? Do you know how stressed I was? I worked so hard to surprise you and now-" Seungcheol was sulking and rambling while you stand there like a deer caught in headlights.

What the fuck is he saying?

"WHAT?" You choke out, feeling like you are about to collapse any second. "W-what the fuck are you saying?"

Seeing your stunned state Seungcheol falls silent for a second before whispering, "I'm saying I'm in love with you too. I'm fucking crazy about you too." His face turns red at the confession and he groans, covering it with his hands, "Ugh! This is not how it was supposed to go down!"

While he is worried about the stupid proposal you feel like you've been running a marathon for the last hour. The air in your lung simply dissipates at his words and now you don't know whether to pass out, cry or laugh.

Seungcheol loves you? Choi Seungcheol, your best friend of eons, loves you? Are you dead? Is this heaven?

You're too lost in your head that you don't realize Seungcheol is standing right in front of you until his hands come up to hold your arms. "_____? Hey, you listening to me?" Blinking, you try to focus on him. "What the fuck Cheol?" You repeat once more, undeniably having a hard time trying to decipher everything but Seungcheol just chuckles at your incredulity. "You- you-" you stop yourself before you start crying.

"I know baby. I can't believe it either but fuck, am I relieved." Seungcheol pulls you into his chest, his strong arms snake around you in a secure hold. You immediately melt into a puddle, literally and manage to whisper, "Why...why didn't you say anything?" You hear him sigh, "I don't know baby. I was scared. I was worried we were gonna lose what we had, you know?" Hearing him call you baby makes you want to punch the air and jump up and down until the building is shaking but instead you swallow and wrap your arms tighter around him. Seungcheol holds you even tighter and together, you two just stand there, wrapped up in each other.

Unbeknownst to you, a tear slips down your cheek which Seungcheol notices when he pulls back, "Baby, why are you crying? What's wrong?"

"Fuck. I- I'm just so fucking happy Cheol. This is...fuck. I can't believe it." You stammer with a shy smile. Beaming at your antics Seungcheol wipes the tear off before pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead. You watch him for a beat before whispering, "Can you...kiss me, please?" His eyes widen as he takes in a sharp breath and before you can feel embarrassed he presses his lips against yours. His lips are pillowy soft and you never want to stop kissing him- that's your first thought. They move against yours in gentle motions before tentatively, he slips his tongue inside your mouth. You can't help the moan that escapes from you as you grip his jacket tighter. You're about to climb on top of him like a horny teenager when he pulls back, a flushed yet cocky look on his face. "As much as I'd love to take this further, I still want to propose to take you to the beach. So we should get going. Besides, we have a lot to talk about."

"Can't we just forget all that? I don't care about the proposal." You whine like a child, clinging to Seungcheol. "Oh sweetheart, but I do. I worked so hard for it." Seungcheol coos at you. Huffing you bury your face in Seungcheol's chest as you remember you have to face Mingyu and Jeonghan. Hearing you sigh, Seungcheol asks, "What is it?" You shake your head, "Nothing. Let's get this done with."

When you both arrive at the beach, hands linked together, you find all your gang gathered in front of what you can assume is a decorated tarp. Mingyu and Jeonghan throw a dirty, knowing smile at the two of you as soon as they spot you.

"So...we missed the finale huh? Y'all are all done, no?" Jeonghan drawls, slinging an arm around his girlfriend while Mingyu snickers from beside him. Seungcheol watches them with confusion for a second before gasping, "Wait- you all knew? I- I didn't-"

"Everyone knew you liked _____. Expect...for her, I guess," Iris rolls her eyes. "Wait- What! I had no idea!" Seokmin wails from one side making others roll their eyes. "Of course you didn't, dumbass," Mingyu teased. "Well, I guess we better get going. Y'all probably have a lot to talk about. We can have that dinner tomorrow." Mingyu says dragging Seokmin with him as they all start to head towards the resort, giving the two of you privacy.

"Wait- Wha-" Seungcheol is still flabbergasted and Jeonghan pats his shoulder. "It's okay, dude. We've known you two for years. Y'all would look at each other with heart eyes and shit which it was impossible to overlook. You two are just huge fucking idiots." Jeonghan throws a cheeky wink at you. Inwardly, you're grateful they don't bring up your stupid antics and whining that you have done for Seungcheol until now.

"Wait- seriously? Those two are in love with each other? Like the I- wanna-have-sex with you type love?" You hear Seokmin say as they all take their leave and a smile appears on your face. However, Seungcheol has other plans. "Wait a minute!" He calls to the departing group. "So...at Joshua's party, were you purposefully flirting with her? To rile me up?" His question is directed at Mingyu who smirks proudly while you burn in embarrassment next to Seungcheol.

Your now boyfriend raises a brow at you, "Really?" You squirm under his gaze. "It was his idea!" You immediately point your finger at Mingyu who cackles. "What can I say? _____'s hot." He shrugs casually and your mouth drops at his straightforwardness. Seungcheol growls, "You little shit!" He attempts to throw his shoe at Mingy but the tall man runs away, poking his tongue out to him. Others chortle and follow him while Seungcheol guides you under the tarp murmuring, "I'll deal with him later."

Now that you're closer, you can really see how beautiful the white tarp is; decorated with fairy lights and lots of blankets and pillows to rest on. There's a little table at one side where a nice bottle of wine chills, along with some small snacks. The best thing about this whole arrangement undoubtedly is the view; the roaring waves crashing at the beach, the sound so soothing and melodic to your ears. Seungcheol silently watches you soak up the view with fond eyes. "Do you like it?" He whispers.

"I- I love it. I love it, Seungcheol. Thank you. So much," you whisper, almost breathless and a bit teary. Seungcheol quickly helps you sit down before engulfing you in his arms. He breathes into your hair while running a soothing palm down your back. "Thank you, _____."

"For what?" You whisper. "For choosing me. For loving me. I don't know...thank you for everything. I can't imagine a life without you."

"Oh Cheol," you melt further into him. "I can't either. I've- I've loved you for so long and now-"Choked up with emotions you fall silent and instead lean back and press your lips against him, softly at first. Then he takes the reign and the kiss becomes heated, filled with raw passion and desire. Somehow you end up on Seungcheol's lap while his hands wander underneath your dress, your lips connected all the time. Half consciously you start unbuttoning his shirt but Seungcheol seems to come out of the lust haze for a second as he grabs your hands to stop you. "Wait."

"Huh? Why?" You whisper, lips swollen, hair messy and heart pounding so loud you might die. "I- just...fuck. I don't want our first time to be like this. I wanna love you, be gentle with you." Even though his words warm your heart, the horny part of you pouts. "Well then let's get back to the hotel! You can love me all you want!" Seungcheol chuckles at your antics, "After I worked so hard to set this up? No baby, we have all night. Don't worry." He presses a kiss on your cheek as you sit there, grumping like a kid.

"Now let me pour you some wine. We have a lot to talk about. I can't believe you let Mingyu get all handsy with you!" The sulking in his tone is unmistakable and you can't help but smile. "Well, I had to get your attention somehow!" Giving you a playful glare Seungcheol hands you the wine glass before wrapping an arm around your waist as you both get comfortable against the pillows. "Well, you have my attention now and you're never getting rid of it." He whispers, pressing kisses into your neck, and you hum, a huge grin set on your face.

The night progresses as you both talk and reminisce memories under the tarp, snuggled closely. And when it gets too cold you two leave for the hotel where he ushers you into his room and spends the whole night kissing every inch of your body and cherishing you, whispers of 'I love yous' in the air.

Next week when all of you return after a fabulous trip, Joshua arranges a get-together for all his friends. You and Seungcheol walk into the restaurant hand in hand as the crowd erupts in cheers and teases. Under all their gazes, you turn shy but Seungcheol couldn't be more proud as he every so often presses kisses on your face and hands. You smile as he proudly shows you off and talks about you to everyone like you are the most endearing thing in this universe.

Your mind wanders back into that night, under the tarp, after you had a few drinks and Seungcheol had this giddy yet teasing smile on his face. You remember the way his fingers traced your heated skin and how loose lipped he became when he was just a little intoxicated.

"You're so fucking sexy. I can't believe you are mine, finally." He said, his hands traveling down to your breasts while the other cupped your cheek. "I'm never letting you go. Even if I become the most famous person in the world or a penniless, homeless man, I'm not letting you leave me. And someday, right here, like this, I'm gonna ask you to marry me. I'm gonna make you my wife and have way too many children with you."

"Seungcheol! You're drunk."

"Oh, you wish, baby. I know very well what I'm saying. I'm gonna marry my best friend one day. That's so fucking sexy, isn't it?"

The memory leaves goosebumps on your skin but you feel all giddy inside, like a lovestruck teenage girl. The past week with Seungcheol has been the best of your life and you can't wait to experience what's coming.

You're about to tell Seungcheol to stop his bragging when the restaurant door opens with a jingle, revealing Evelyn. Just as you are about to greet her you see the person accompanying her and your mouth falls shut. Along with you, your whole friend group falls silent as you all gape at the two people that just arrived. "What the fuck?" Seungcheol whispers from beside you. "You gotta be shitting me," whispers Jeonghan from some corner of the place.

Evelyn stands there, hands linked with the other person, a shy smile resting on her face. The same goes for the man, pink tinting his cheek as he scans everyone's reaction with a coquettish smile.

The man turns out to be Seokmin.

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