#this took eons I'm so sorry anon

[coquexari]

I'm sorry, I just realized something while I was reading your post about Banthena (I hope that's okay? If not, I'll stop using it) trying to fight the suitors & not having an easy time of it.

How she was upset over it due to her being the goddess of war, but then I remembered that she's not simply the goddess of war. She's the goddess of war strategy & wisdom.

It's possible that she may have somewhat forgotten that due to her previously natural goddess endowed strength & may need to be reminded.

(And as I was typing that, I imagined Ody or Mac or both possibly, singing a reprise of "Warrior of the Mind" to do so, which could be so flippin' cool!!)

Actually... this could be an opportunity for her to actually refine this aspect of herself because she can't rely on her deity strength anymore... In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she was used to fighting like a man. I wonder, would she need to learn how to do physical things as a woman? Like, by focusing more on the strength in her lower body; legs, hips, core. So, things like dodging, flexibility, kicking, quick reaction. It's like how guys can muscle through climbing, but women climb best by using their legs & core strength.

So, if one were to put that together with her having to work on her mind, including on-the-fly strategizing... if she were to turn back into a goddess... Man, wouldn't it be ironic is becoming a mortal ended up making her a better at her roles as a goddess, in the end? Like, actually being a goddess her whole life had actually been holding her back from her full potential?

Can you imagine that it eventually led to her overthrowing Zeus like he'd been afraid of happening with Metis? "One often meets their destiny on the road to avoid it," right?

(Some other things I also remembered reading about her lore is that she's also the goddess of justice & suffers of a chronic headache so long as injustice exists. But, as a mortal, that is no longer her domain, so imagine that she gets to a point in her recovery where she realizes that she'd been in so much pain all over before, that she hadn't realized that she suddenly didn't have a headache anymore &... she just can't... How do you even describe not being in pain after only ever knowing pain? But I imagine that it must be odd. Another thing I remember of her is that she's also the goddess of handicrafts, things like weaving, pottery, I imagine painting & sculpting are on that list too. So, if she insists on paying her way, then perhaps she could do so that way? Whether it be by selling them or just helping Penelope around the house.)

Sorry for chattering so much. I tend to do that when I find a REALLY good thing with a lot of potential. ^^;

HI I TOOK EONS TO ANSWER THIS BECAUSE YOU MAKE SUCH A GOOD POINT AND MY BRAIN CANT MAKE ANY POINTS TO ADD ONTO THIS, so I'm eating your thoughts now, please continue to ramble in my asks anon <3

Also, teehee banthena is allowed indeed, and it's now the tag for if you want to make fan posts of the au :3!

[pynkgothicka]

Inspired by one of your reblogged posts..

I really want to see dark! misogynistic Jason Todd with a somewhat innocent! girlfriend. He was so sweet to her until they started dating; Now he just can't be bothered with her. He consults his friends about it on COD, or some other incel hangout, and they advise him to put reader in her place.

He comes home one day to reader laying in bed on her phone and he just can't seem to control himself. He's spewing out degrading thoughts, about how he's just so sweet to her and all she can do is complain, and not even be grateful that Jason's using his precious time to breed and lay his claim her needy cunt. Using and absolutely destroying her like the plaything she is.

(also, can i be 🐢 anon? i feel like I'll be returning to you for a while.. i love ur work!)

Ｉｍａｇｉｎｉｎｇ ＪＳＴ

Pairing - Dark! Misogynistic! Incel! Jason Todd x Innocent! Girlfriend! AFAB! Reader

Featuring - Rest of the Batboys

Tags and Warnings - Incel behavior, noncon, name calling, misogyny, medication, gaslighting, degrading, abuse, violence against oc/reader

Authors Note - Back tew my roots!!!! And ofc I would love to finally have anons!! Also sorry this took eons-

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Jason watched you in your shared small apartment. He couldn't figure out what went wrong between the two of you. It started whenever he moved in. Jason was never so used to having somewhere there 24/7.

You were just so needy and particular.

“Jason? Baby… what do you want for dinner tonight?” You ask coming to sit by him. Your hands ran over his arm and kissing at his visable scars. Jason pulled away from you, the feeling making his skin tingle.

He watched as your face fell and you sigh before getting up and grabbing your purse. “I'm going grab something to eat tonight. Please remember to take your medicine.” You say heading to the door and leaving.

“I don't need them.” Jason replied quickly looking at you as you straightened up the living room before leaving. “I told you about reminding me to do shit.”

Jason watched as you just sighed again. “I tell you because I want you to be better baby. I don't want to keep doing things alone, I just want us to be better.” You said doting once again, keeping your sweet nature with Jason. But he only saw that as pity and he hated it. He hissed before rolling his eyes and getting up, the couch going back by his sheer strength. “I don't care what's for dinner. Just get out.”

💭

“I don't know what to do with her. She's just so fucking annoying.” Jason rambles into his microphone. He was playing COD with some online friends. One of his friends, N1ghtVV1ng laughs into his own mic.

“Well what is she doing huh? My girl treats me just right, and even allows me to fuck whenever I want.” He taunts. Jason rolled his eyes at his friends comments. “And she's so tight, god I trained her right.”

“Dude that's so gross.” RedRobinYum, another one of his friends said.

“Well, she just keeps bothering me. Then whenever I try to ask for something she just reminds me to take my meds.” Jason sneered. “Its the same shit, all these dumb questions. I just want her to stay with me and not bug me.”

“Well have you tried putting her in her place? Show her what you want from her.” DamitheBest says. Jason hummed at that suggestion.

“She's just so fragile, I'm afraid she might bre-”

“Get that shit out of your mind now.” Dami says. “Show her who's the boss before she does. Women will kick you to the curb and leave you for someone who'll tolerate that shit they pull.”

“Literally don't listen to these freaks, sit down and talk to her.” RedRobin chimes in. “With any relationship just talk it out, trust me I do that with my partner and we just talk everything out.”

Jason could hear Dami make a buzzer noise that almost broke his mic. “Nope, don't listen to him. Red, he's gotta put his foot down. Cut out any disobedience from his girl.”

Jason looked down at that, the thought of hurting you almost sickeningly turned him on. Dami was right and had always been. Jason just needed to man up and confront you.

💭

“What are you doing?”

You turn around from your spot on the bed too see Jason, standing in the doorway. You smile before getting back on your phone, his voice making you feel better that he's still around.

Yet majority of the time, Jasons voice always brought you a sense of worry and hurt. Worrying so much for and about him made you into someone who barely cared for yourself. It was always Jason, and everything you did was for him.

“Nothing really, I'm just kind of bored.” You reply. Jason stares at you, face blank. His eyes leered at your body as you just so casually laid down. Almost as if just waiting for you to say something. Anything.

“Your not going to bug me to take my meds?” Jason practically spat out. You turned around moving to where you sat on the bed. “Not gonna ask me to take out the trash, help around the apartment?

You furrow your brows. “What? Why are you talking to me like that?” You asked looking at him. “I- What did I do?”

“You dont like it when someone stands against you?” He replied completely ignoring your question. Everything about Jason's words and demeanor frightened you. It was like he genuinely hated you.

You stood up walking towards him slowly. “Jay… it's okay. I think you're having a episode…” You say keeping your voice low. Jason's chest came up and down as he kept getting more and more enraged. You reached out a hand to touch his arm, but Jason pushed you away. Your lower back hit the vanity you both built when you moved in.

“You think I'm having a episode?! Of course you do, you don't just think I'm pissed?” He replied moving to tower over you. You put a hand on the vanity to stand back up. Your chest heaved as your lungs tried to keep up with your heart. You pushed past him leaving through the bedroom door.

Back burning, you looked for your keys. “I'm done with this, all I want is what's best for you. But you've treated me like shit, and I'm done with it.” You said seeing reaching for your keys.

But they were picked up and thrown across the room.

Jason pushed your head against your kitchen island. You groaned out and began to thrash around. Jason snarled at you, keeping you detained.

Hr laughed in your face and seemingly just waited for you to calm down. “I like it when your quiet.” He said leaning down to kiss the back of your head. Your breathing shuddered as you began to cry quietly. Jason reveled in your weakness a hand resting on the back of your neck, the other on your back.

“What did I do Jason … What did I do so wrong…?” You said, your words breaking with your own tears.

“Get on my nerves… I'm such a good boyfriend, yet all you do is complain. I'm sick of that, so I'm going to change it.” Then you feel Jason's arm brush against you as he reached for the kitchen scissors. “Stay still, unless you want to get hurt. I could care either less.” He said as he took the scissors to your shirt. Cutting down the fabric, leaving you exposed as you chose not to wear a bra.

Starting to kick at Jason again, flipping around to try and get away. That attempt was failed, as Jason took your throat in hand, slamming your head back onto the counter. Your vision blurred on impact as he took off your shirt completely. The impact made you dizzy and start to become unaware. Jason saw that, and quickly took advantage of it, kissing at your neck.

He was going to get himself off.

It was what you owed him.

His kisses trailed down to your stomach, tongue dipping into every dip in your skin. You let out dazed cries as tears poured down your cheek. “You've always been so gorgeous. Don't you see how good you could have it?” Jason commented quietly as he pulled down your sweatpants along with your panties. He blew on your cunt, watching just how wet you became at his actions. “Do I have to keep beating you for you to keep still.”

Biting at your bottom lip to hold back tears you shake your head. He smiled as you shivered from his breathing. Jason pushed his head into your cunt, lapping at your exposed pussy. You bit at your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet. You couldn't give him that satisfaction, just once you wanted to be stronger than what you actually were. But Jason knew you, his hand coming down on your ass, making you yelp out. “Stop that, I want to hear you.” He said into your cunt as he continued to eat you out.

But Jason is Jason.

And Jason is selfish.

He only eats you out close enough to make you cum. He pulls away with the bottom half of of his face coated in your juices. You grabbed at the counter top, full on sobbing. “Please… Jay. Stop we can ta-” Jason's hand came crashing down next to your head, the sound of tile making you cry out more.

“You had your chance. You had multiple chances to talk, but you didn't. So now I'm putting you in your place.” He said, ignoring any protests you had. You could hear him undo his pants, the taunting noise of his zipper making your cries only louder. A dribble of spit hits your cunt, Jason's palm coming down to rub at your cunt. “Now shhh, while you take this dick.”

You let out a yell as Jason pushes his length all the way into you. He sits there, breathing heavy and labored.

His eyes stayed fixated on your pussy, swallowing his cock. He pulled out then pushed back in, your walls clamping on his length. His groans were deep as he took no time for you to adjust, fucking into you. Your body shook and shuddered as he held you down, using you for his own pleasure.

“You're so pretty like this,” Jason said his body pounding into your own. You continued to whimper under him, feeling your body become weak. His hand tangled in the mess he had made of your hair, using his strength to pull you up. “You need to be like this all the time, then I wouldn't have to deal with a bitch for a girlfriend.” He snickered into your ear. He said it like it was a threat, or a suggestion you couldn't turn down.

So you nodded in agreeance, his smile turning wicked as he fucked into you. You could feel his hips stutter as he reached his peak. Jason's hand moved to your clit as he rubbed at your bud. “You better cum with me or I'll keep raping this cunt.” That quickly snapped you back to reaily. The realization of needing to end the abuse he put you through, you tried feeling pleasure from the trauma he was putting you through.

Then you feel it. The feeling of you cumming alongside your cunt getting filled. You let out a choked gasp, Jason groaning as he filled you to the brim. His hand grabbed at your ass as he hissed. He pulled out watching as a dribbles of his cum dropped from your abused cunt. He quickly pushed it back into you with two thick fingers. Jason snickered before pulling up his boxers, leaving his jeans on the ground.

“Clean up in here, I'm getting back on the game.”

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[peanutpinet]

Hello!! I planned to check on your page in hopes to read some old/new fics and I was so glad I came across your recent one!! Thank you for that. I have a request for the mafia fics you make which are just *chef's kiss*

- Could you have Mark x female reader (same age, or the fem a bit younger) where they are both in a higher status who train the recruits and some of them disrespect the girl?

Please take your time- I know writing consistently can be hard (this is actually my second request and I can't wait for what more you have to bring!) Also I love that your fics are angsty but more fluffy which is what makes them great!!

Respect - Mafia! Mark Lee x Trainee! Fem Reader

A/N: hellow anon, I'm so sorry it took me eons to write this fic and am sorry if it didn't live up to your expectation but I hope you still find it enjoyable. I'm sorry to my fellow nctzens that I haven't been posting as well. Life happened and there's so much going around that has overwhelmed me but I'm slowly trying to work my way through the requests. I promise I'm trying to get your requests written!!

Also, your author went into the Love and Deepspace rabbit hole and well, you can probably guess who's my bias (cough*Sylus*cough). I had a thought of making a Jeno (Sylus) fic but we'll see if it'll come through the light of day but for now, I hope you enjoy my first-ever Mark fic on this blog.

Disclaimer: This is also part of the NCT mafia world/fic that I've created. The NCT members portrayed in this fic are not how they are irl. This is a work of FICTION!

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Warnings: Mark being a mess, chaotic dreamies, mentions of drug, illegal drug selling, stuck-up annoying kid, no blood (for once in an NCT mafia fic), no torture (another surprise). NOT PROOFREAD!

ENJOY!!

“Hey Melk, don’t forget that you have to take charge of today’s recruits” Haechan shouted at what he likes to call, the ‘leader’ of dream

“You do know that I have a lot going around (literally irl as well, praying for Mark)?” Mark replied, as he was finishing some of the paperwork regarding the events from last weekend’s incident

“How’s Jisung holding up?” Mark asked whereas Haechan sighed seeing his hyung always taking care of his younger members rather than resting and taking care of his own health. “He’s doing fine. He actually got together with the girl which I’m not that surprised considering that he would always steal glances at her whenever he spotted her”

“Yo? Really? I never knew that he was close with the other recruits other than Eunji but I’m happy for him” Mark replied, still not looking away from the amount of paperwork

“Okay. That’s it” Haechan groaned and immediately yanked the paperwork away from Mark who was now yelling at him to give it back. “Lee Donghyuck!! Give it back, I swear if you rip it and make me redo the paperwork…”

“Relax, who said that I’m going to do that” Haechan scoffed right as the door to Mark’s office opened and revealed Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun

“Yo Hyung, you looked really….” Jaemin was about to comment when Mark looked up to his younger members who stopped whatever comment they had and instead pitied their leader. “Really tired. Go take a break from all the paperwork, hyung. Just because you’re the leader of dream, doesn’t mean that you should shoulder all the burden on your own” Jaemin continued, taking pity of their leader and grabbed all the paperwork and folders that were scattered all over the desk

“Guys, I’m really fine. It’s not like I’ve never done this before” Mark tried to reason and his members took all the paperwork out of his reach

“Sure you have but we would prefer that you take care of your health for once. I’m going to let Doyoung and Taeyong-hyung that you need a break. When was the last time you had a proper break? Even Haechan got it” Renjun argued, taking his phone out and called Doyoung

Sighing, Mark leaned back on his chair whilst closing his eyes. “Guys, I promise you that I’m not overworking myself, it’s just that I honestly have no idea what to do even if I get the day off”

“Yea, I know, hyung. It’s getting out of hand. No, we need Taeyong-hyung. Okay, okay. Got it, hyung” Renjun got off the phone and Haechan asked if it was Doyoung-hyung. “Is it Doyoung-hyung? What did he say? Do I get the day off as well?”

Slapping Haechan, Renjun shook his head in annoyance. “Like hell you get the day off. You took a whole week off last month if you’ve forgotten about it. Taeyong-hyung is on his way”

Right as Renjun finished, they all heard a knock on the door and Jeno went to open the door to reveal Taeyong who looked like he just got back from a meeting with the fancy suit that he was wearing but his tie was slightly loose.

“Ehem, hyung, you might have gotten something around on your neck” Chenle teased as Taeyong wiped his neck to see a smear lip stain and brushed it off and went towards Mark

“Mark…” Taeyong called out to his younger member who was also a fellow leader

Looking up at his older hyung, Taeyong could see the dark circles that were under his eyes. Mark’s hair was clearly messy and his skin tone looked ashy. Sighing, Taeyong sat across Mark with his desk separating the two leaders. “Mark, you need to rest. I’m sorry I didn’t realise it sooner but I’ll ask the others to handle the paperwork that you were handling and you can have till the weekend off”

Widening his eyes, Mark shot up from his seat and placed his hands on the desk. “B-but Hyung, I swear I’m okay. Plus, I honestly don’t know what to do with my free time anyway. I just feel that just sleeping around would make me feel guilty. I swear I’ll take it easy”

“See, hyung. We think he completely lost it at this point” Haechan teased only to have Mark get up and smack the younger member

“Haechan, Mark” Taeyong mentioned and the two stopped bickering. “Mark, if you feel that you’re slacking off by taking a few days off then why don’t you help teach some classes? It’s been a while since you last taught a class because of your busy schedules”

“Right, there are some new recruits we’ve been eyeing to be part of the new sub-unit” Mark mentioned

Taeyong then slid the tab across the desk towards Mark who took it and looked through the schedules and recruits that they were training. He also had a look at who was the teaching assistant and his eye was caught on a girl. She was a year younger than him and was recruited around the same time as the 00 liners.

“(y/n)” Mark thought to himself

Of course, how could he have forgotten the girl who was impressive enough to be part of the same batch along with Jeno and Jaemin. She was so impressive that she managed to get to a rank just below the official NCT members. She was also the one that helped save Mark back during their early days as recruits when they had to spy on some influential conglomerate who was secretly corrupting their company’s money and was also cheating on their wife and kids.

“Hello?! Earth to Melk? Mork? Mek?” Haechan called out several times before Mark finally snaps back to reality

“H-huh? Sorry. It really has been a while since I’ve trained some recruits or even get into field exercises” Mark mentioned

Taeyong shook his head, chuckling as he got up from his seat. “Well, it’s a good time to get back into it, don’t you think?”

Taeyong patted Mark’s back as he headed towards the door and was about to leave but he stopped and turned to Mark and the dreamies. “By the way, Haechan, you’re not going to get any leaves for the next 4 months because you took a two whole weeks off in the past 2 months. Oh and Mark, be sure to look out for (y/n) and say hello to her for me”

As Taeyong left, the entire dream group went off with one conversation about how Haechan managed to sneak 2 weeks off and the other was teasing Mark about (y/n).

Time Skip to Training Month

The entire month, NCT would always conduct field lessons where the members would be divided into several groups, teach the new recruits of the actual field work then bring some of the new recruits at the end of the month with them for actual field work at where they can go hands on to what the members typically do while also learn where their strong skills are.

Mark was assigned to teach about spying and decoding some of the most basic conversation that could be a potential clue. Going into the class, the entire classroom seemed to still be wild yet he tried to get them to sit back down.

“Class? Yo guys?” Mark called out yet no one seemed to notice him which reminded him a lot of NCT Dream

Sighing, Mark was about to slam something to the desk when (y/n) and other teaching assistants came in, startling the entire classroom. “Attention everyone!” (y/n) shouted, the entire classroom sat down and Mark himself was slightly startled

One of the recruits even accidentally threw an object that was in their hand but Mark caught it right before it hit (y/n)’s face. “Alright, class. Welcome to this month’s field study about stealth and spying. I’ll be your main teacher, Mark. You can Mark me in your memory”

“Mr Mark, are you new here?” one of the recruits asked and Mark chuckled. “No, why?”

“Because it seems that you’re mistaken. Everyone here excels in the class and we’re only here for the action. So when are we going to go out for the real deal” the recruits joked around and (y/n) along with some of the higher ranks were about to stop them but Mark raised his hand, stopping them

“The real deal?” Mark chuckled, standing in front of the desk, putting both his arms on the desk behind him. “Alright then. If you want the real deal then tell me who the imposter is in this room. There’s someone in this room that’s not a recruit”

Immediately the entire classroom was a ruckus. Each of them questioned one another because while they were all recruits, they were all from different batches.

“Umm, sir, this can go on for the whole day if you don’t stop it” (y/n) mentioned as Mark turned to see the girl that he admired growing up to become a well-established woman in the group

“Hello? Mark?” (y/n) snapped her fingers in front of the NCT Dream’s leader’s face which snapped him back to reality. “Right, sorry”

Mark then walked away from the desk and headed to one of the groups that was having a heated conversation and pulled one of the “recruits’” jacket. “Haechan, I told you to stop sneaking in like this. Wait until I tell Taeyong about this”

Haechan who chuckly opened the hood of his hoodie just smiled at the tired Mark and waved at (y/n). “Hi (y/n). It’s been a while hasn’t it?” Haechan stated, skipping towards (y/n) who smiled but shook her head in disbelief. “Should’ve known that it was you, Haechan”

The entire class was in shock that another NCT member was in the room and no one recognised him at all. “Relax, I was just curious about the class you were teaching. Gosh, I knew Taeyong made sure that everyone out there didn’t know our identities but our own recruits not knowing who’s who?” Haechan chuckled, shaking his head as he walked towards the desk in front of the classroom. “Damn, either we’ve become desperate and recruited some unskillful people or they’re too spoiled and entitled to the point that they practically forgot what they’ve been taught, and well, from previous experience, it would be the latter”

Haechan was practically livid as he eyed the recruits. He knew some from training them a while back and he remembered a specific recruit that was so full of himself and one time even mistook his girlfriend for some silly new recruit and even nearly bullied her.

Haechan slowly walked toward one of the recruits, his gaze darkened and despite being around the same height as the recruit, he was still an NCT member. His aura screamed intimidating as if he had done so many bad things which sent the entire class silent. “Wouldn’t you say so, Nicholas?”

“Lee Haechan, I think that’s enough” Mark’s voice echoed through the classroom; it wasn’t a shout but rather a statement. The entire class could only watch two NCT members interact in silence. No one dared to talk to each other until Mark walked towards Haechan, his hand was on the younger member’s shoulder. “Haechan” Mark yanked the younger member and made him turn. “I said enough”

The two NCT members had a stare-off right as the bell rang. Sighing, Mark told the students to be prepared for the next lesson because he was going to bring them for a mini field assessment. “Alright, dismiss everyone”

One by one the students left the classroom along with some of the higher recruits and right as (y/n) was about to leave, Mark decided to ask her a favour. “Hey (y/n), I know that I might be asking a lot but would you mind sending me the entire background information of the students and an overview of what they’ve learned?”

“Sure thing. Anything else that you might need?” (y/n) asked, tilting her head which made Mark stutter a bit. “N-no, that’s all. Thanks (y/n). I appreciate it”

“No worries. I’ll umm, get going and get the things you need ready” (y/n) mentioned and left the classroom to just Mark and Haechan

“Haechan, what were you even trying to do with spying on the class? I didn’t even get to teach anything and…” Mark was starting to complain but Haechan’s serious tone cut him off. “Hyung. You should know that while I’m a prankster at times, I don’t really play around when it comes to work, and let me tell you, that kid, Nicholas, and his gang. There’s something not right about them. They thought my girlfriend was some new recruit and were about to bully her had Jeno not come and stop them”

Hearing Haechan be serious and explain this made Mark let out another long sigh and mess his hair up. “And? You kept an eye on them, right? What did you find, Haechan?”

Haechan looked down, clenching his hands into a fist. “Nothing out of the ordinary just yet but I’m warning you, Hyng. He’s not someone we should leave unwatched” Haechan mentioned as he left Mark in the classroom to think about what just happened.

Over the next course of 3 weeks, Mark has been teaching and training the recruits alongside the higher rankings like (y/n). Occasionally, some of the other members would come around and visit Mark’s lessons and even help teach some of the recruits as well.

By the end of the month, Taeyong had assigned fieldwork for each of the members and the class they were teaching. Mark announced to his class that they were assigned to handle some illegal drug-selling group that was in a college.

“Alright class. There’s a yearly sorority party going at a special location. It’s typically different every year, and the tracing class has already traced their location. Your job is to infiltrate the party and find whoever is selling and retrieving those drugs. Don’t get caught, watch each others’ back. We’ll be close by just in case anything goes wrong. You’ll be separated amongst different teams to infiltrate each party since there are several going around in the town they were assigned to.

Mark watched as the recruits were divided and (y/n) was assigned to be the main leader for the group that had Nicholas which even though throughout the past few weeks, Mark didn’t notice anything, he couldn’t help but feel something not sit right with him that he decided to talk with (y/n) right before her team headed out.

“Hey” Mark called out to (y/n) who turned and looked at Mark. “Oh, Mark, hi. What is it? Is there something wrong?” (y/n) asked

“N-no. Well, just wanted to make sure that you’re alright” Mark mentioned, scratching the back of his neck, making (y/n) chuckle. “I’m okay, Mark. Don’t worry about it. It’s not like they’re in kindergarten where they need to be constantly watched” (y/n) mentioned, making Mark laugh as well

“I know, I know. But you know, they’re still kids. They haven’t gone to the field like we have. This is a good opportunity for them to be exposed and for us to see how serious they are. Also to see who is easily manipulated or not” Mark mentioned, making the hair on the back of (y/n)’s neck stand up

“I, I know, Mark. I know what you mean. Since the incident with Eunji against of the entitled group, it has been part of the program where before their supposed ‘graduation’, they would be sent to the field to deal with real-life problems” (y/n) replied and Mark knew the incident she was talking about

“I know that incident too. Just, be careful alright? If anything happens, just call us” Mark mentioned as (y/n) nodded and left along with the rest of the group for the recruits’ annual field mission

Mark’s POV

It was a little past 1 am and almost 6 hours since the group left yet there really hadn’t been any major updates regarding the issue and I’m starting to grow worry. “Yo Hyung, are you working overtime again?” I heard Renjun mention, coming into my office

“Not exactly overtime if I’m waiting until the class has all come back” I mentioned as Renjun shook his head whereas the rest of the dreamies came into my office

“Are you sure you’re just waiting for the class or waiting for (y/n)?” Haechan teased which made me throw the nearest object towards him

“There’s nothing wrong with being worried about a fellow comrade. It’s quite normal. Especially if you have a crush on the person” Jeno followed along with the teasing

The members kept me company for a while until Haechan received a notification from his laptop that the final team, the one (y/n) is supervising was finally done with their task and were heading their way back to the headquarters.

The dreamies and I went towards our HQ’s vehicle building. By the time we arrived, the cars that (y/n) and her team used were already back but instead of hearing some encouraging words or complains about coming back late or something, we heard some arguments between several people.

Your POV

“You seriously going to report us about what we did? I mean we’ve been training at this place for who knows how damn long it has been since we were all brought here. We’re always monitored whenever we leave the base and the one time we get to go out and explore without being monitored, of course, you had to be the responsible one and ruined it” Nicholas complained

Scoffing, I crossed my arms and looked at Nicholas with a sharp gaze, no one else dared to speak up. “Ruined it?! You were the one acting like a brat. It’s as if this place is a prison and you can’t get any social interaction at all. More like, you can’t pull anyone in here so you decided to try and drug that girl at the party”

Nicholas was about to bark back at me but we were all shocked at the next few words that echoed through the place and heavy boots getting closer.

“You tried to do what?!” we heard Mark shout and as I turned around, I saw Mark along with the other Dream members making their way towards us

Instinctively, I lightly bowed at them and explained what happened. “We found who was selling the drugs and traced them back to an old man who was working together with one of the kids. Of course, we’ve handled the situation. We confiscated the drugs and the kids who were selling them then…” before I continued, Mark stopped me and made his way towards Nicholas

“We know what happened (y/n). You gave us constant updates and we already know who was the one actually selling the drugs and all” Haechan explained

“But not about someone, amongst our soon-to-be fresh grads wanting to use those drugs for…” Jeno mentioned but Mark continued. “Personal reasons”

Everyone was silent, I didn’t even dare to say anything. Dream are considered to be the more laid-back group but when it comes to their job, they don’t play around. Especially when it involves illegal things and their reputation being at stake. Yet, this is the first time I’ve seen Mark actually be this intimidating as the leader of NCT Dream.

“Explain yourself” Mark stated, his eyes filled with annoyance was bored into Nicholas’ scared ones. “Or would you like to be intimidated by DoJaeJung?”

Dojaejung, another sub-unit of NCT with Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo. Though these 3 older NCT members seemed chill, Jungwoo is able to make you rat yourself, twisting your own words. Doyoung’s judging eyes and sharp words are also able to make you cower in fear. Finally, Jaehyun. He might seem the quietest and the one who could care less about anything. But if it involves his members, something that is against the foundation that he along with NCT built, it’s safe to say that you’re better off digging your own grave before facing him.

“N-no Mark, it was just…” Nicholas stuttered. “That’s sir to you. You don’t get to call me by my first name. Not at this very moment”

“Y-yes sir. I was saying that we never meant to harm anyone. We also didn’t harm anyone. We were curious and well we’ve been here practically for a long time and we just wanted to have fun had she not act like such an entitled person and…”

Without a warning, Mark punched Nicholas to the ground, causing me to gasp and cover my mouth Haechan chuckled then both Jeno and Jaemin each grabbed Nicholas’ arm, forcing him to look up at Mark. “You don’t get to say that about her. She’s doing her job. If she hadn’t been there to stop you. Graduating from here should be the least of your worries at this point. Once the whole of NCT finds out what you and some of you tried to pull out there which let me tell you from experience” Mark chuckled, his gaze was sharp

“Taeyong always knows everything. If you think you can think ahead and try to cover up whatever evidence you have. Taeyong will already have backups on backups. Evidence after evidence. Witnesses ready. If I were you, I’d start practicing begging to be spared. Now go back to your dorms. We’ll talk more about your stunt and give you a proper teaching of respect”

A/N: thank you once again for requesting this fic, anon and I hope you and everyone enjoyed reading this fic! Also if anyone also plays love and deepspace, hit me up :3

[deathbxnny]

Characteristics/personalities What would Yanqing be like before he realizes that he has feels for the reader and later when he does realize his feels -not established relationship yet version- (Yanqing x female Reader)

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A/N: Hey there Yanqing Anon! I'm sorry this took eons to answer and thank you for the request! I hope you'll like it!<33

Content: Fluff, mutual pinning(kind of), confessions, Jing Yuan being a bit of a wing man, Yanqing not being tortured for once, kind of a first love troupe, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns, but is asked to be female!

((Not fully proofread))

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When the boy first realised his feelings changing for you, Yanqing slightly panics and immideatly asks the general for advice. He doesn't really know, that he can like you in different ways as well and worries that he's losing you as a friend. And once Jing Yuan hears his concerns, he can't help but slightly chuckle at his innocent worries and simply tells him to follow his heart, mainly due to him seeing it as important, that Yanqing finds out about his feelings himself... with that said, Yanqing was left to his own devices at first.

And so, he tried to figure out what was wrong with him on his own accord. It took him alot of research and alot of spending time with you, to finally come to a conclusion. He seemed to like like you. Maybe even love you. This realisation made him practically malfunction, his mind exploding with all possible thoughts and feelings, until he finally began observing his own behaviours around you.

He wanted impressing you, do everything for you, protect you until his last breath- Back to Jing Yuan he went, this time more determined to find out how to proceed with this. He had never really felt so strongly for someone before and the older man found it quite amusing, much to Yanqing's annoyance. But he didn't want to be all too cruel and decided to finally give him the much needed advice. And fortunately... or unfortunately, depending on how you see it, Yanqing took every word to heart.

You ofcourse noticed the change and saw him try very hard to win you over. He was overprotective, tried to charm you in many ways, albeit very clumsily, and bought you things he just knew you liked. Jing Yuan secretly also put a very good word in for him to you, in case he got too over confident and screwed it up.

But thankfully, you actually found his actions very cute and endearing, especially when even the general spoke so highly of him! And so, you ofcourse accepted Yanqing's feelings, when the boy one day just stuttered out a confession to you.

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A/N: Alright! Thank you again for your request, Yanqing Anon! And sorry again that it took so long, life unfortunately hates me-

[clementine-writes-things]

I'm so glad the IT fandom is back! Yes! I would love to see some Reddie fics!!!

Maybe Richie confesses his love to Eddie?

Your wish has been granted, anon! ALAKAZAM! (sorry if this sucks I haven't written in what feels like eons)

Fuck Them - R.T+E.K

♡Summary: In a moment of panic, Richie confesses his love to Eddie.

♡CW: Explicit language, blood, homophobia, brief mentions of religion, fluff, and angst if you squint.

♡WC: 5.5K

♡Song: I Won't Hurt You - The West Coast Pop Experimental Band

(pls listen to the song it's literally Richie talking to Eddie)

Nothing could have prepared Richie for what happened that night in the Niebolt house. To be fair, no one in the Loser’s Club was prepared to even step foot in the rickety building. Everyone knew what was awaiting them at the bottom of the well. The thing they had been fearing for the majority of their Summer. The thing that had been tormenting them.

It was down there.

The thing that took Bill’s brother. The thing that brought back Mike’s past. The thing that played off of Eddie’s phobias. The thing that delighted in Beverley’s abuse. The thing that lingered in Ben’s studying. The thing that roamed around Stanley’s synagogue. The thing that knew Richie’s deepest, darkest, most hidden secret.

That was what was down that damp well.

Going down there, even though they were all around 19 and 20, made them feel like little children. Children who were scared of the dark, afraid of what was hiding in the shadows, and afraid of the monster under their bed. It struck a chord deep in their souls, igniting that fight or flight instinct. At first, Bill was the only one who wanted to go. But, just like the tight knit group they are, they all went in. No Loser walks alone.

After going through the funhouse that Pennywise created for them, they finally reached the well. They traversed through the dark sewers, banding together in the grey water to fight against the ancient monster. And, remarkably, they did it. Together, they all beat that horrendous clown, putting an end to its reign of terror on the children of Derry. But it came with a cost. A terrifying and heart stopping cost.

He had gotten hurt. Badly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, we’ve gotta get him back to the surface, guys, come on!” Richie shouted, holding his bleeding friend in his arms.

Everyone rushed to Eddie, helping him up and hurriedly carrying him towards the exit. Frantic footsteps fumbled around in the murky water. It splashed up, covering Eddie’s shorts, as well as the rest of the friends’ legs. The stench was almost too much to handle, especially mixed with the iron aroma of blood. Pennywise had thrown Eddie against a rock, causing his chest to gain a laceration from the sharp jagged edges. He was lucky that it hadn’t penetrated any vital organs, but still, the bleeding was enough to cause alarm. It certainly caused Richie to spiral into panic, breathing heavily, thinking that he might need a puff from Eddie’s inhaler.

“C-Can you guys movie any faster?! Shit! Shit! Shit!” Eddie cried out.

“WE’RE TRYING!”

Beverly, Stanley, and Bill removed Eddie’s fanny pack. Together, they rummaged through the contents, knowing that he would be carrying enough supplies to support an entire hospital. Meanwhile, Ben and Mike were trying to keep Eddie calm as they got things sorted out. And, Richie, who couldn’t bear to see Eddie in pain, removed his button up shirt and pressed it firmly against his chest to stop the blood. It elicited a wince of agony from him.

“Eddie, Eds, you’re gonna be ok! We’ve got you, buddy! I’ve got you!”

Tears formed in Richie’s bug eyes. Not even a second later, those drops trickled down his cheeks, falling onto the bloodstained yellow shirt of his friend. The grip he had on the collar of it was strong, worried that if he let go, he’d lose Eddie forever. If he let go of Eddie, he’d drown in a pool of his own blood and leave him forever. If Eddie died, he’d lose the love of his life. Hell, he hadn’t even admitted it to him yet. None of his friends knew about his sexuality, let alone his crush on Eddie. That was his dark secret. Though to be fair, his friends, including Eddie, have probably caught on by now.

Down in the sewers, when they were battling the horrible creature, it transformed into everyone’s fears. For Beverly, it was her father. For Mike, his dead parents. Etc, etc. And as for Richie, well his fear is clowns. But lately, because of his hidden love for Eddie, his new fear was being outed. It was hard enough being gay in the 80’s, but to be exposed without any input? That was truly terrifying. He was scared about how his friends would react, how they would treat him, and how Eddie would feel about him. And that was what It used against him. In the sewers, it transformed into Eddie, saying that he knew about Richie’s feelings, and that he hated him for it.

“I could never love a trashmouth like you!”

“I know your secret, Richie!”

“You shouldn’t think about friends like that! Pervert!”

Everyone saw. Whether they picked up on the meaning of it or not, Richie wasn’t sure. But it was obvious. The idea of Eddie knowing made him sick to his stomach. It embarrassed him and put him on edge, worried about how he would feel. But then again, the idea of Eddie not knowing scared him as well. Especially in a moment like this. Eddie could die without knowing the truth. That would live with Richie forever. Haunt him. He couldn’t bear that. So, in a moment of vulnerability, he let it slip. While the other members of their group were patching him up, comforting him through the pain, Richie spilled his guts. It was unlikely that Eddie would die, but Richie’s fear was through the roof. He was overwhelmed with emotions. It weakened his defense.

“Eddie…”

He grabbed his hand, thumb brushing over Eddie’s knuckles. It was a tender moment amidst the chaos. Blood on everyone’s hands, tears in eyes, and heavy breathing filling up the decrepit living room of the abandoned house. At the touch, Eddie’s glazed eyes flickered down to his hand. Richie’s hand was rough, but not in a working man kind of way, but a living life kind of way. His hands were rough and worn from riding his bike everywhere, the grips creating blisters on his palms, and from woodworking—his new hobby.

“Y-You’re my best friend and…and I need you here. I…I love you…”

Eddie’s eyes were wide, despite his heavy lids from exhaustion. He heard Richie loud and clear—so did everyone else. But still, no one commented on it. His confession, his singing of his heart, it all went unnoticed. Unrecognized. It was as if it was just a whisper in the wind. Now that…that truly terrified Richie. He would rather them comment on it, say something mean or hurtful, than have them ignore it. That hurt him the most.

And that was that.

Eddie hadn’t talked to him since. It had been three weeks, almost four, and he still hadn’t spoken a word to him. Richie had seen the other members, who had finally decided to talk to him about his confession. They were all supportive, their views of their friendship unchanging. It was a relief, that’s for sure, but that still left Eddie. His Eddie. Well, not his, but he wanted him to be his. The crush he had on him has been lingering around since they were 12. Eight years of a hidden love, battling sexuality, and feeling ashamed of who he was. It was nice to know his friends supported him and loved him regardless. But still…

Eddie.

He was on Richie’s mind every single day since the battle at Neibolt. When he woke up, he thought of Eddie. When he ate meals, he thought of Eddie. When he went to bed, he thought of Eddie. He was the first and last thing he thought about in a day. At his job, during his drive home, when he went to the library, when he went to the gym, and when he was whittling wood. Every. Moment. Was…

A knock.

There was a knock at his front door. It wasn’t his parents, because both of them were at work, he knew that. It kind of bothered him that he was 20 and still living with his parents, but he was working to get enough money to get a place of his own. It would just take time, that’s all.

He walked towards the door.

Plus, he was procrastinating on getting his own place. It was true, he wanted to live on his own, but he wanted to stay near his friends. Yes, he’d most likely look for a place in Derry, or at least a neighboring town, but it still meant he’d move just a little bit further away from…

“Eddie?”

Richie’s eyes widened, adjusting his glasses to make sure he wasn’t just seeing things. Sometimes he’d see Eddie out of the corner of his eye, mocking him for his love. It was all in his head, of course, except for the times it was Pennywise tormenting him. He didn’t have to worry about that anymore. It was gone. Pennywise was gone from Derry, killed by the seven of them. But he still felt tormented. Ever since his confession towards Eddie, he had this festering idea that he hated him now. Richie was convinced that he ruined their friendship. But now, he was here on his front doorstep.

The last time he saw him, he was covered in blood. Tears were streaming down his face, his cheeks red, and eyes puffy. It pained Richie to see him hurt and crying. Of course, Richie had seen Eddie cry before, but not like that. It reminded him of when he broke his arm. He hated that day. He wanted to sign his cast, put big hearts around it, and tell him he was sorry. He wanted to give him a big hug, take care of him, and tell him that everything was going to be alright. But his fear. His fear of being outed, being rejected, losing their friendship—it prevented him. He hated that it prevented him.

“Hey, Rich…”

It felt awkward. He held the door open for him but wasn’t sure what to do after that. Eddie just stood there, wiping his feet on the welcome mat repeatedly. For a moment, Richie could have sworn that he looked…nervous, perhaps as nervous as he was. But he wasn’t sure why. He wasn’t sure why Eddie was nervous. One thing he was sure of was that his own heart was racing, beating, practically thumping underneath his ribcage.

“Do you, uh, do you want to come in?” Richie asked.

He nodded.

Richie stepped aside, allowing room for Eddie to walk in his house. Even though he was nervous, he smiled when Eddie took his shoes off. It was classic Eddie fashion. Whenever he went inside someone’s house, he took his shoes off. In his mind, he wouldn’t want someone to track dirt in his house, so he wouldn’t do it in anyone else’s. And, of course, he still had a fanny pack. Honestly, he probably would never stop wearing one. Richie liked that about him though. It was charming in a slightly annoying kind of way.

Eddie followed Richie through the house, not knowing where they were going. It was a weird silence. Awkward and uncomfortable. Neither of them knew what to do about the situation. Richie didn’t know why Eddie was there and, hell, Eddie wasn’t quite sure why he was there either. Well, he knew, but as soon as he saw Richie at the front door, he started to have second thoughts. Was this a smart thing to do? He wasn’t even sure if it was true or not.

“I was, um, I was working on making a birdhouse in the garage.” Richie mumbled, opening the garage door and walking in.

Following right behind him, Eddie closed the door. He knew that Richie had taken up woodwork, but he had never seen him do it before. It was a recent hobby, only having done it for around two months or so. But man, oh man, was he good at it. The man, young adult, what have you, he was stunned at what he saw. It wasn’t like the garage was chock full of wood sculptures, because there were only a handful, but they were beautiful.

“Wow, these are nice. How often do you get splinters?” Eddie chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Richie shrugged, sitting down at the workbench that he and his dad shared. He picked up a knife, a rather sharp one, and started to shave away at a block of wood. It looked like…pine? Eddie wasn’t very familiar with wood, so he wasn’t sure. Regardless, it looks like a nice piece to start something with. It was almost poetic, really. Now that It was defeated, the Losers could start anew, enjoy the rest of their lives. And now, Richie was creating things, giving these inanimate objects a story. A new life to create new things.

“So, um…it’s been a while.” Eddie sighed.

This little comment elicited a scoff from Richie. He didn’t even bother turning around to look at his friend. Instead, he just continued to whittle the wood in his hand. It was unclear what he was intending to do with it. For now, it was something to take his frustration out on. It was like a stress ball for him.

“That’s one way to say that you ignored me for nearly a month.”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed, but then they relaxed, knowing that Richie had every right to be defensive. Truly, he felt awful for avoiding him for this long. It hurt him to be away from him for that long, but he needed time to recover from his injury, and to get his mind together. There were lots of things he needed to think about. But the majority of his thoughts were occupied by Richie Tozier himself. He just couldn’t get him out of his head.

“I-…’’

He cut himself off, not able to find the words. The palms of his hands began to get clammy, and he felt a sweat building up. How he was feeling was beginning to feel like an asthma attack. Of course he wasn’t actually having one, but it certainly felt like it. His chest heaved up and down with his heavy breaths, hand on his fanny pack in case he needed his inhaler. Richie cast a glance in his direction, seeing how...upset he was.

“I just…I needed time to think.” Eddie sputtered.

Raising an eyebrow, Richie turned around in his swivel chair. The piece of partially carved wood hung limp in his hand, the knife on the bench. Shavings littered the concrete floor beneath his feet, blowing ever so slightly from the fan turned on in the corner of the room. It was still Summer in Derry, and for some reason, it was a particularly hot one.

“Think? About what?” He queried.

A shaky breath left Eddie’s lips. Richie knew that because he was eyeing his lips carefully. He knew that Eddie was his friend, and that he shouldn’t be thinking about him romantically, but he couldn’t help it. It was hard to look at him without thoughts of hugging him, kissing him, and holding him close to his chest. It was all he ever wanted.

“I…Richie…are you…they told me you were gay? Is that true?” Eddie questioned, a little cautiously.

He groaned, burying his head in his hands. When Richie told them that, he didn’t expect them to tell Eddie. Sure, he figured Eddie already knew by now, but still. He wasn’t too mad, but he was a little irritated.

“Fuck…yeah. Yeah, it’s true, Ed. What, come here to ridicule me? Are you ashamed to be friends with me?”

Richie’s insecurities, his fears, they all came out in that moment. He regretted ever spilling his guts in that Niebolt house. If he could take it back, he would. Because right now, he felt like a bug. A pathetic bug that was about to be squashed underneath a giant shoe. He felt lower than dirt. His parents always knew, and they did not support him. None of his family did. Sure, the Losers did, but did Eddie?

“W-What? No! I-…that’s…that’s what I’ve been thinking about.”

That caught his attention instantly.

“Me being gay?”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders, tilting his head a bit.

“Well, I guess, yeah? Um…it’s more like…”

His eyes lowered down to Richie’s hands. While he was trying to gather his words, he had picked the knife back up, continuing to carve at the wood. His hand went back and forth, shavings falling to the ground. It was almost hypnotic, the movement of his hands and the subtle muscles he had in his arms. Even though he was skinny, he still had muscles. Eddie had always known, but right now, in this moment, he was very aware of it. The way they moved, flexed, and how the garage light illuminated them. They had caught his attention so much that he forgot what he was even saying in the first place.

Richie noticed this. He glanced up, not thinking much of it, but immediately looked back. Eddie’s eyes were fixated on his hands, then his arms, and then his chest. They were looking directly at his body. Observing his body. Scanning his body. Admiring it. Once Eddie realized Richie had noticed, he licked his lips nervously, moving his eyes to look at anything else.

“I, um, I was thinking about…myself, I guess. I took time to, uh…”

Eddie swallowed thickly as Richie stood up, walking over to him. The closer he got, the more nervous he became. Part of Eddie wanted to run out of the room, or back up into a corner. But he didn’t. He stood still and watched as his friend leaned against the workbench, elbow resting on top of it, wood in his palm.

“What about yourself, Eddie spaghetti?”

God, that stupid nickname. One of many that Richie would call him throughout their childhood. Even now, Eddie being 19—though turning 20 next month—and Richie being 20, he was still being called those nicknames. The other losers would call him nicknames too, but Richie had created most of them. He’d list them all, but it’d probably take too long. Eddie spaghetti was one that he hated growing up. Well, he didn’t hate it…but he pretended to.

It felt like there was a frog in Eddie’s throat, preventing him from speaking any further. Every time he tried to move his mouth, his body would get all warm. Each nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, burning under his skin. He regretted ever coming over to his house. For a split second he considered bolting out of the door and hightailing it outside. But something kept his feet glued to the concrete flooring. Something kept him there. With Richie.

“Well, I thought about what you said that day, in the Neibolt house.” Eddie’s eyes darted to the ground, unable to make eye contact.

Richie now stood up, open palm pressed against the workbench. The piece of wood he was working on had now been placed down. With his other free hand, he slid it in the pocket of his cargo shorts, weighing them down a bit. Briefly, Eddie flickered his eyes down to get a quick look, but he returned his gaze to Richie’s eyes just as quickly. The frog in his throat had traveled down to the pit of his stomach, sitting heavy and full. Instead of saying something, Richie simply nodded his head, gesturing to Eddie to continue.

“You love me, Richie?”

Shit. There was no beating around the bush anymore. It was a statement concealed as a question. Of course, Eddie knew, everyone knew, but he wanted to get it straight from the horse’s mouth. He needed to hear it come from his friend with no extra factors. No rotting building, no terrifying clown, and no one else around. It was just the two of them. Just them. Yet, somehow, it was still terrifying. Just, not in a “life or death” way.

“I…” Richie trailed off, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“…yeah. I do. I have since we were 12.”

It felt so good to finally get that off his chest. Not just a spur of the moment babble that was ignored, but an actual confession in private. Years, upon years, upon years of holding it in…all let out. He wanted to say more, lots more, but he didn’t want to make things worse than they already were. He just couldn’t.

Eddie nodded, rubbing his own arm up and down. It was something he did when he got anxious or nervous. But another one of his tics that was very noticeable was his constant lack of eye contact. In stressful situations, or when he was uncomfortable, Eddie would look absolutely anywhere other than the person he was talking to. And right now, he just kept looking at Richie’s feet. Plain white socks that ended just a bit above his ankles. It had a red and blue stripe as well. In that moment, every single detail of Richie’s pair of socks was vital, important information that he needed to know.

“A-Alright…”

What? That’s all he had to say in response?

“The hell do you mean ‘Alright’?” Richie huffed, eyes glaring behind his glasses.

“It’s just…well…h-how do you know? How do you know you love me as…as more than a friend?”

He needed to take a seat after that question. There were so many things to say regarding it. What should he share? What should he keep to himself? Questions spiraled in his mind, like a huge swarm of wasps, stinging his skill with a dull buzzing pain. Part of him felt like this was an elaborate prank—to ridicule him. But he knew better than that. He knew Eddie better than that. None of the losers, especially Eddie, would ever do something like that to anyone of them. He just needed to be honest. If that’s what Eddie wanted to know, then that’s what he would tell Eddie.

“I just want to know, Richie. Please?”

It took him a moment, but he shook his head.

“I…I know I love you because I think about you all the time. Ever since we became friends. When I’m with you I feel…good. I feel really good, like happy. It sucks when you’re not with me, Eds. I mean, like, I can handle it and I’ll be ok, but it doesn’t feel great. These past few weeks have been torture. I missed you. I missed your stupid fucking shorts that make you look like Richard Simmons. I even missed that fucking fanny pack because I think it’s cute on you! That’s how I know I love you, Eds! I freaked the fuck out when you broke your arm, man! I put it back in place because I wanted to be the one to fix you. And, God, I wanted to sign it so bad, but I was scared! Did you know I carry an extra inhaler on me, just in case you need it? Yeah. I do. I still have that card you got me for my 16th birthday. How do I know I love you? Seriously?!”

Richie was holding back tears and he didn’t even know why. Pouring his heart out like this, having to prove his love, it was overwhelming. And Eddie could see that. He could see the pain in Richie’s eyes, in the movements of his hands, and the tone of his voice. It was heartbreaking to see. Anyone would agree on that.

“Richie…”

He took a deep breath, putting an end to his ranting. His tongue felt like rubber from talking so much. It felt numb, like a big wad of gum inside of his mouth. Hues of pink dusted over his pale and freckled cheeks. God, he was so embarrassed. He wished Pennywise would come back and drag him down to the sewers. That would be better than standing here in front of Eddie, humiliated and defeated.

“I’m not mad at you, Rich. Honest. I just wanted to know how you knew because…I think…I think I do too…”

His head lifted up slowly, glasses on the tip of his nose. With a nervous swallow, he pushed them back up the bridge of his nose. His ears must be clogged. He must be dreaming. He must have died back in the Neibolt house. There must be some explanation as to why this was happening because it definitely wasn’t real. Was it?

“I meant like, being gay. Not loving you. Or, well, I do…I think? I…I don’t know.” Eddie sputtered.

A smile tugged at the corner of Richie’s mouth. He couldn’t help it. The tear that had rolled down his cheek was now partially dry, but he wiped the excess away with the back of his hand anyways. It left a faint outline on his skin. The fear that had been plaguing him for what seems like his entire childhood, was now subsiding slowly. It was evaporating into thin air, rising into the clouds, gone forever. He had hope. That’s all he needed.

“Wh-What do you mean?” He asked.

“Well, I like girls, though I’ve never kissed one, I just know I like them. But…I also have thoughts about guys, too. Like um, that one kid from our P.E class back in 10th grade? I thought he was…cute? And um…well, George Michael from ‘WHAM!’, but everyone finds him hot, right?” Eddie chuckled, trying to ignore the rapid beating of his heart.

Richie nodded, chuckling as well.

“And, uh, well…you, I think? I don’t know if it’s because you’re my best friend or what, but I…I don’t know. After hearing about your, uh, your feelings for me, and everything you just said…I think I feel the same?” Eddie’s voice was barely above a whisper.

The air in the room felt heavy, but that might’ve been because they were in the garage. It also felt hot, but Richie knew that it wasn’t just because it was August. It was because of the scenario. His cheeks were burning hot, no doubt a bright red, just like Eddie’s were. He wanted to lean over and cup them in his hands, brushing his thumbs on his soft skin before kissing him. That’s what Richie wanted more than anything. To kiss Eddie. To hold him. He’d do anything for it. Anything.

“You think? Or know?” Richie questioned.

“That’s what I’m trying to say, Richie. I only think. Well, I know I like guys…but I think I love you. I can’t be sure until…” He trailed off.

“Until what?”

Eddie took a step closer to Richie, only a couple feet of distance between them. At a closer proximity, Richie could see faint streaks of sunscreen on his face, most like because of his mother. Even if it was pouring rain out and very cloudy, Ms. Kaspbrak would make Eddie wear sunscreen all over his body. He practically smelled like it every day, but Richie didn’t mind it. In fact, he rather liked it.

“Richie, I…I want you to kiss me.”

His knees practically gave out, forcing him to press his palm harder into the workbench for stability. A cold sweat washed over his body, and he shivered hard. That was something Eddie had told him many times before in his dreams, but never in real life. This was like a dream come true for him. Richie wasn’t even that intense when it came to religion, but he prayed nearly every night for Eddie to love him like he loved him. He got on his knees, cried in his hands, and begged a higher power to let him be happy. And he could only be happy with Eddie.

“Eds, are you serious?”

“Yes, I am. It’ll help me figure out my feelings. W-Will you?”

Richie nodded, his heart skipping a beat, then another, then another. He felt like he might pass out on the floor right then and there. A few harsh blinks brought him back to reality, shaking his head a little bit like a wet dog. Clearing his throat, he tried to figure out where to put his hands.

“Just, hold on…” Eddie held up a finger, opening his fanny pack.

Doing his best to not let out a laugh, Richie watched as Eddie took a few puffs from his inhaler. At this point, he had figured out that he didn’t really need the inhaler, but it was like a psychological thing at this point. The placebo effect. Or “gazebo” as Richie would constantly remind him. He really would not let that little slip up go. Eddie couldn’t blame him though. It was pretty funny.

“Ok. Um, just a quick one, ok?” Eddie suggested, but it was more like a statement.

In response, Richie nodded and tried to calm his heart down. Even though he had dreamed about this numerous times, he wasn’t sure where to start. He couldn’t just do what he did in his dreams because…well he just couldn’t. So, slowly, he moved his hands up to Eddie’s face but was stopped when Eddie put some hand sanitizer in the palms of Richie’s hands.

“Are you fucki- whatever, I’m not really surprised.” Richie scoffed, rubbing the sanitizer into his skin as Eddie smiled.

Once that was done, and after reassuring Eddie that he had no STD’S and that he had brushed his teeth that morning, he finally cupped Eddie’s face with his hands. Unsure of what to do with his, Eddie just kept his at his side. He watched as Richie drew closer but closed his eyes right away. The second Richie’s lips touched Eddie’s, both of them could have sworn that their bodies were well over 100 degrees. Their skin felt like it was on fire, as if they were standing on the face of the sun.

Just as Eddie was about to kiss back, Richie pulled away, hands still holding Eddie’s face. He could feel the warmth radiating from his cheeks, which caused him to bite back a smile. The smaller friend looked as red as his shorts. A piece of his hair, which was usually combed back nicely, hung in his face. It was a clump of strands that curled upwards slightly. It made Richie’s stomach do backflips.

“So…how was it?” Richie asked softly.

Eddie stood still, almost paralyzed about what happened. His hands were firmly placed at his sides, inhaler poking out of his fanny pack. And, almost immediately, a tear rolled down his slightly tanned cheek. Then another, and another, and another from the other eye, followed by more. Pretty soon, Eddie’s face was littered with teardrops. Richie’s heart sank to his stomach, immediately pulling Eddie into a hug.

“God, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

“I love you, Richie.”

It was just a mumble in his shirt at first, but then he pushed Eddie away slightly. Using his thumbs, he wiped the tears of his first love away. Once they were all gone, Richie asked him to repeat himself. He was certain that it was all in his head. God knows how many times Richie imagined Eddie saying those words to him.

“I love you, Richie. I really do. I know because…because I want you to kiss me again.” He sniffled.

“Is that a bad thing…?” Richie asked.

Eddie shook his head, a little smile on his face.

“No, no, I’m just…I’m sorry for avoiding you. I love being with you too, Rich. I was just…scared, I guess.”

Another tear threatened to leave Eddie’s blue-grey eyes. Not wanting that to happen, Richie pressed his lips against them, giving them each a separate kiss. It caused Eddie to giggle, swatting him away playfully.

“It’s ok. I know how scary this can be. But I’ve got you, ok? I promise.”

“What do you mean? Like…like you want to…?” Eddie’s eyes were wide and curious.

“Well, I’d like to be together. But only if you want to.”

With no hesitation, Eddie nodded his head vigorously. In that moment, everything felt right with the world. Richie was no longer worried about being rejected, being alone, or never finding love. He had it right here. He was right in front of him. With his lanky, yet muscular, arms, he wrapped his lover in a hug. It wasn’t too tight, but close enough to be comforting.

“Wow, so, we’re dating now…” Eddie let out an airy laugh.

Richie, who was still holding Eddie close, nodded. He didn’t want to let go of him. He never did. His dreams had finally come true, and he was happy. The happiest he had ever been in a long time.

“Yeah, fucking awesome. But being gay, especially right now in the 80s, it’s no picnic.” His voice, although soft, was cautious.

Eddie pulled away from the hug, giving his boyfriend a smile. He knew that it was the truth. The AIDS epidemic certainly wasn’t helping gay people feel welcome in the country. His mother would have a fit if she found out that he was dating a man, especially Richie Tozier. But it was his life, not hers. And as for everyone else who didn’t like people like him and Richie…

“Fuck them.” Eddie huffed.

Richie raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. He always loved it when Eddie cussed. Maybe that was a weird thing to like, but he didn’t care. Any curse word sounds good coming from Eddie’s mouth. Then again, anything that Eddie said sounded good to Richie.

“Yeah, fuck them.” Richie chuckled.

[whatudottu]

Ayo, bard anon here, have a few more of my epic (non-Ben related) mythology pitches for various species that I may or may not eventually make fanfics for (sorry if this is too rambley BTW, I tend to get carried away with this kind of stuff sometimes):

The Galvans having their very own version of Prometheus in the form of the very first First Thinker, who allegedly stole knowledge itself from a race of terrifying giants that regularly terrorized the prehistoric Galvans and kidnapped them to use as slaves and pets (exactly what alien species these giants were supposed to represent is still heavily debated to this day) and granting it to his people, which they used to become the scientifically and technologically advanced civilization they are today. Pretty much every First Thinker has at least one story about them and their achievements, for that matter. If Azmuth is anything to go by, the Galvans tend to pick rather unique individuals to lead them. 

The Cerebrocrustaceans having a similar myth to the Galvans where a legendary trickster stole lightning bolts from the gods and imbued its power into the foreheads of his species so that they couldn’t be reclaimed, created as a way to explain how they’re able to generate electricity from their brains. Despite the Cerebrocrustaceans claiming that the Galvans “stole” the story from them, the two myths seem to have been created completely independent from one another, although there’s still much scholarly debate over which one emerged first.

The Petrosapiens having tales that envision Sugilite as omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent, having emerged from a gigantic space geode Ra style and sculpted the landscape of Petropia and the first Petrosapiens (who were created in his image) from a cluster of jagged crystal. Sugilite always found it too awkward to correct them about it and basically just rolled with it for eons.

The Vilgaxians naturally having many (extremely white-washed) stories of their great leader, the most popular one being how he was banished at a young age for speaking out against their planet’s cruel tyrant of a ruler, only to return years later to defeat said ruler in the Conqueror’s Challenge and usher in a new age of peace and prosperity for the Chimera Sui Generises (I think that’s the plural for them?). Most bards tend to change the names when telling those stories to non-Vilgaxian planets if they bother to ever tell them at all.

The destruction of the Incurceans’ homeworld being re-envisioned as them majorly pissing off the Gods and getting smited for it a la Atlantis or Troy. In such stories, Azmuth is usually portrayed as an emissary of the gods if not one of the gods in disguise, something that he has gone on record numerous times saying he isn’t a huge fan of, to put it mildly.

Bestie, you want to ramble you've come to the right place! Rambling is all we do here haha!

Oh and I am totally an utter HUGE fan for these little myth snapshots, especially with certain cerebrocrustacean folk complaining that the galvans took their story from them- Even with their similarities (a member of their species stole something from someone powerful and gave it to their people) I like how there's like a difference between the specifics, particularly how the FIRST First Thinker stole knowledge from another species and how it contrasts with a legendary trickster stole lightning from the GODS! Not only are these stories just additional worldbuilding, it's also packed with an additional set of worldbuilding down to political and religious roots.

And I am constantly a Mor'Otesi believer, even if present day it's barren of any people (love me an overgrown planetary wasteland), so anytime Sugilite gets all awkward about being deified I'm all for it! Irrespective of how I view canon I can totally see petrosapien myths about Sugilite being essentially a 'god' if not THE god of Petropia and them in kind, heck maybe a few vocal languages use Sugilite's name as inspiration for godly words lmao- considering how Mor'Otesi was mythologised in of itself, he himself would have probably been on Petropia for a LONG while (doesn't help that my mutants and magic Sugi would need to meditate for forever essentially to record the memories of a planet, so long in fact he might accidentally get overgrown by Petropia itself lmao).

Hehe- from one rambler to another, I would read the absolute fuck out of any worldbuilding fic you may or may write!

[answersfromzestual]

do you have any advice abt how to explain scars from phallo while staying stealth? I was going to say I had underdeveloped genitalia and needed surgery to fix it (not technically a lie since all fetuses start female and become male or don't) but I dont wanna coopt the experiences of intersex people or anything

Hello,

I tell people I have a scar from a bad burn when I was younger. I have found the remaining scar looks only like a normal skin graft like a burn would. Most people will assume you had some accident on your arm (passers by), people who stop to ask you, honestly, they don't need an answer. You don't have to say anything to anyone. You can say "I don't like to talk about what happened its hard" or a "long story to talk about".

I flat out told everyone I had a bad burn and it needed to be grafted. Usually if anyone says anything they already have a story they want to tell you and don't really care about yours (in my experience). I usually spend way longer listening to other people.

I know people who find good tattoo artists to cover the scar too (but work with the artist to make sure the design will hide it).

I know it's hard, but outside the community (at least in my experience) no one has a clue what phalloplasty even is, let alone that my arm is a scar from that. Therefore, no one will really know what it is, I learned not to worry.

You can cover it up? I used to wear huge leather cuffs when I first was "showing" my scar. This can get kind of uncomfortable just as an FYI, especially when it's hot.

If you want, you can look up something like common injuries to the forearm that require skin grafts, I'm sure google can give you some ideas.

If you pick a story, stick to it, though. So keep it simple to remember. Like I said, people treat you to opening this conversation as show and tell for themselves. Comparing scars and telling you their stories in detail. Your story kind of becomes irrelevant at that point in my humble opinion.

If you want you can even say they took that as the graft for somewhere else? (This was just a random thought I just came up with)

If you want to say something along the lines of being towards the truth, you could say you had an injury to your phallis you were (re)born with. Or [I haven't looked into this in eons mind you] you can say you were born with a microphallis/penis and you wanted to get it enlarged. That's the best I could come with along your lines (being truthful-ish), and trying to not get lumped into the intersex box.

I hope I helped anon, I'm sorry about it taking so long. I spent all day thinking about the best ways and as many ways as I could to help.

Stay golden ✌️ 💙 💜

[adiabolikpastel]

I don't know if you've been asked something like this before, but could you write a little scenario where Yuki is totally jealous of MC/Yui? I read this ask:

https://www.tumblr.com/adiabolikpastel/658427728663560192/although-i-know-that-yui-does-not-appear-in-your?source=share

and I was curious to see how our precious, shy bean would react to Yui.

You don't have to do this if you don't want to of course, so I'm sorry if this is a bother for you!

You listen here sweet anon-bean, you. are. wonderful.

I love looking at the darker side of DL, and this kind of scenario is just what the doctor ordered for Yuki. Sorry that it took me eons to answer, but I was not about to send this out into the world without proper thought.

To set the scene, Yuki is two years younger than the triplets and Yui - as in the game cannon Yui is in the same grade as them. In the Tormented Reverie cannon Yuki does not come until a year after Yuuki, who is a year younger than the triplets and Yui. This all to say, for this scenario that would place The triplets and Yui as third years (Shu and Reiji graduated & Subaru and Yuuki second years) and Yuki as a first year.

I hope you like this just little shot, it mostly is of how Yuki first meets (sees) Yui. If you would like one where he actually speaks with her, just let me know!

Please enjoy, the full scenario is under the cut!

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It's her again.

Yuki glares down the hall, positing himself behind a corner. He didn't mean to, but lately this has become a bad habit. The third year's classrooms were all ready so far from his own, yet he would rush down each break period to catch a glimpse of his beloved senpai. Yet lately a girl had started waiting by the door way.

Each day this week she'd waited, and each day she was greeted by the object of Yuki's affection. Today was no different. As the class started to exist the room, one man stopped.

It's him.

Yuki's heart couldn't help but skip a beat as Laito's profile came into view. He looked so handsome. Just like everyday. The way his lips curled into a smirk. The way his hair wisped from under the fedora. The way his emerald eyes sparked as they locked onto the smaller female waiting.

Who is she?

Yuki felt the flutter in his chest grow heavy as he watched the two of them. He seemed almost happy to see her, though he couldn't tell if she felt the same. Honestly he couldn't read her, it was as though she had no face at all. Unconsciously, Yuki griped onto the fabric of his overgrown uniform.

●・○・●・○・●

Over the next few weeks Yuki saw the girl more and more around Laito. She arrived with him to school, and left with him after. She was with him in the halls, and in elective classes. She ate with him. Walked with him. Talked with him.

Yuki found himself looking more for her than for Laito. It made him sick. This continued for a month before one faithful night. Yuki washed his hands and mouth after recovering from his lately viewing. As he looked up into the mirror, a presence was suddenly made known to him.

With a jump, Yuki turns to see Laito watching him. "Aha~ my little Stalker-kun has been extra attentive lately." The older male muses as Yuki's face blossom. "Nfu, lately your eyes have been so angry, can't imagine why..." He vampire smirks and moves towards the restroom exist. As he opens the door, just past stands the girl once more.

Yuki's mind bounced between thoughts of Laito, his actions, the past month, his words, and her. There she was again. "Bitch-chan~ such a good girl waiting for Laito-kun, nfu" Laito praises the girl, making a point to look over his shoulder to Yuki. His attention was locked on her. While he couldn't see his expression, Laito must have found it amusing, as a small blush dusted his cheeks.

[kaelily]

hi lily!! how're ya? I just woke up from a 1 & half hour nap- unintentionally played nap roulette again. I need to fix my addiction w that risky game cuz even in the mornings i do wake up after 6 hours and i'm like 'lemme just stay like this for 5 mins in bed' & next thing ik it's been an hour or so ;-;

Anyways i dropped by cuz i wanted to talk abt hsr after seeing ur question! I think it's def a lot less time consuming than genshin. Genshin personally takes me more time w all the artifact grinding, resin, dialies, exploring etc. and my net is the worst in genshin for SOME reason but in hsr it's fine. It's a daily ritual for me to be stuck in the loading page in GI for eons.

It will be time consuming to do story quests in HSR so i rec u to do those when u have free time on weekends or u cud do em in snippets. Tho if u start u will have to progress thru them to unlock various functions as u lvl up. So download it when u have plenty of free time. After I reached a certain point in the story in Jarilo VI everything def became a lot lighter for me(It took me 2-3 days n i was playing for many hours on each day). I've played many other games in the past & in my personal opinion, in games that are still continuously updating w new content, it feels easier to play the more closer u started it to the launch day. Aka closer to lauch day= easier to keep up w content. I haven't played GI for days atm cuz of time (T_T) but hsr is lighter w that imo. Also GI more key smashing.

In GI there's so much to catch up w ;-; (i started around Sumeru's release) and i keep on feeling the need to pull for a char when they're out cuz i don't know how long until when they're out next & some ppl r speculating that GI will keep its servers up for 4 years, making me feel like i need to get all the chars i want immediately. Also some of the new content from time to time favours older players more. In HSR even if i don't get a char (lose 50/50) it's not a big deal cuz ik this was the 1st time they were out, the game's p new n they will come back multiple times again w me still playing the game n it's only a matter of time b4 i get em ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyways that's my experience so far, feel free to decide based on it. I wish asks has a read more insert option in them- istg my texts r the longest. -pluviophile anon

OH HEY NONNIE SSXDXCVHJL <33

so sorry i didn't answer this sooner but yeah like you said leveling up chars is simpler here and i still haven't completed all the space stations missions yet LMAO. also i was able to defeat the doomsday beast in the first try ever (stelle oneshotted that thing)!! im too scared to go to jarilo VI cuz cocolia will beat my ass and i still haven't passed trialblazer lvl 15 to level up the chars (im on lvl 9 btw). i like the game hehe and im exited to see jing yuan hehe <33

[okcat]

Cursed-brain anon: fun fact! male lead of the First Love jdrama was a time-travelling superhero in his adolescence. During that time he got possessed by like, 5 guys. One of those guys is the reason for the new Brazilian PM getting elected this year.

Anyway, happy almost-new-year and I.M Ides! I hear Changkyun joined a label! (Gives him a round of applause)

Also I checked in on what happened to that Nickfest thing that was meant to happen in October, and apparently it got cancelled. It's a Monsta Miracle! It also meant I could focus on Kihyun's comeback. I think at this rate Kihyun's gonna turn into my bias. What song was your favourite on the Youth album?

And most importantly: have you been having a happy and warm Wonho Wednesday this winter?

hello my good friend Im sooooo sorry this took me like eons to answer I am a poo head ❤ I hope you've been well and that the new year has been refreshing!! Anyway

YEA kamen rider right? 😭 I saw like... a movie I think... idk it was forever ago and bc I knew someone who liked them idr it 😅 The Brazilian PM thing sounds so familiar but I can't remember I need some explaining 😭 (also I rewatched first love im insane I love it so much...)

YAH IT'S COOL THAT CK GOT A LABEL! I'm wishing him the best!! Can't wait to see what he's working on, if anything

I HAD NO IDEA THE NICK THING GOT CANCELED I WAS WONDERING IF I JUST Missed it an dno one talked about it but omg cancelation is such a win. Monsta miracle 😭

Dude don't even bring up Kihyun with me he's so crazy... do u see his short hair... im Obsessed. I think I just have to suck it up and admit he's my bias. His album is great!! Choosing a favorite ughhhhhh I think I'll just say youth! But honorable mention to his deep voice in the beginning of bad liar 🤤 Which song is your favorite?

My wonho wednesdays have been a lil wonho-less, but good regardless. We must make do. For wonho's sake 🫡🫡🫡

[a-morality]

👑 Gokuen, Kcalb, Siralos, and Kiheki

SEND ME 👑 + A CHARACTER NAME OF A CHARACTER YOU THINK I SHOULD WRITE ! || Accepting!

Under cut because it’s a long one.  Sorry it took so long for me to reply!!

Gokuen:

WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO

HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NO

ICON & WRITING SAMPLE (IF YES TO EITHER PREV. QUESTION):

The devil rarely got involved if he could help it, prefering to observe from afar.  But, as with all things, there were exceptions.  After all, with such delightful bait, how could he resist?  A cruel smile on his face, he advanced on the demon who had dared approach their home, flames springing up around them.  He paused before them, drawing himself up to his full height before speaking, his voice surprisingly jovial for the situation.

“What’s wrong?  I thought you were here to avenge your fallen... what was it?  Sister?  Hey, this way, you’ll get to see her again soon~”  He grinned, before flicking a wisp of hellfire at the demon’s leg, burning at the open wound.  Ignoring their screams, he stepped in closer, before reaching down and grabbing the demon’s arm, planting a foot on their chest before effortlessly tearing it off, laughing as they did so.  “Now you’re bleeding all over my floor!  I can’t stand for that.  Any last words, before I send you to your grave?~“

He rarely got involved if he could help it, but bullying the weak was such a delightful passtime.

(( Gokuen is an interesting character, especially since we know so little about him!  I was basing this off the Satanick image, and the calander one.  In both, he’s depicted quite far away from any others, observing from afar rather than getting involved, though in the Satanick one he’s also mauled the other devil, with quite some implied cruelty.  It also begs the question - does DSP just hate devils having arms? ))

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Kcalb:

WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO

HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NO

ICON & WRITING SAMPLE (IF YES TO EITHER PREV. QUESTION):

A snarl curled the devil’s lip as he looked over the battlefield, claws tightening upon the balcony as he watched the two forces clash.  Screams of agony went up, and bodies fell from the sky, collapsing onto the desolate land below.  Still, he watched, waiting.  Then, he saw them.  Etihw.  A growl escaped him, and he threw himself over the balcony, the air around him rupturing and crackling as he drew up his power, and he began sprinting the moment he landed, the ground crumbling beneath his feet as his power grew.  He soon reached the battle, and angels fell before him, his obsidian eyes showing no hint of emotion as their bodies twisted and broke.  One tried to swing at him, and he caught the blade with his hand, not bothering to look as it turned to dust, grabbing them by their face with a snarl.  He spun, and brought them before him as a large diamond shot towards him, using their body to block the attack.

“Etihw.  You certainly took your time...  Are you really so scared?~”

(( I am incredibly tempted to add War!Kcalb.  The idea of him embracing his destructive side, and his power and role as a devil, and feeling the need to supress or hide his feelings for fear of others not viewing him as a proper devil, and the possible torment from that really excites me.  Moments of “weakness” where he lets through his emotions, and doing what he can to hide those moments from others sounds delightful.  Especially his pain at the betrayal of his brother. ))

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Siralos:

WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO

HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NO

ICON & WRITING SAMPLE (IF YES TO EITHER PREV. QUESTION):

(( I can’t seem to get a grasp on Siralos to write him, which is a damn shame.  He’s a really interesting character though, and one who I would really like to write, I just don’t seem to be able to turn that desire into words.  My apologies!! ))

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Kiheki:

WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO

HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NO

ICON & WRITING SAMPLE (IF YES TO EITHER PREV. QUESTION):

(( I don’t really seem to be able to get a grasp on her character, outside of her hatred of Glasses.  I’ve also not read obsellete dream, so I’ve not really got much of a gasp on her style of speaking, amongst other things, which can inform an awful lot about a character, at least for me.  Sorry! ))

[xiaoxiongmaos]

‘Mr. Stark, here’s my report for tonight: I stopped a grand theft bicycle. Oh; I helped this old lady and she bought me a churro, so⏤that was nice. I just feel like I could be doing more.' – Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)

for @jeong1ns​

Hi siya! I know I haven’t been the best at keeping up with sending in asks but I really loved talking to you these past couple of weeks and sending in a bunch once I did; thank you for being so nice and bearing with me ^^* Your creations and presence in both the nct and skz fandoms (the only ones I know you have blogs for) are much appreciated, and I hope that the rest of the year goes well for you + that 2021 brings you happiness!

[goatedgreen]

Henlo! Sorry that I caused a bit of discourse in your ask ^_^, I didnt mean to start smth and I just wanted to clarify a few things with the other anon:

C!Wilbur has not dropped his perception of c!Dream as his savior all throughout his time of revival even when he was working in the burger with c!Ranboo. I don't think there was any hint of it in Ho16 but the latest apology arc still shows this as : a. With his lore with c!Eret, it shown he's not aware about c!Dreams actions during Doomsday and insists he was the one that created the big crater and b. He's told c!Fundy about c!Dream revival and how he's grateful and how his relationship with c!Dream is chill when genuinely there's a lot to unpack during his absence

Yep! cc!Wilbur was in the USA during this time and I'm aware about Techno's situation too which is why it was rushed and he wasn't able to participate but admittedly, if they were going to do the big break out stream, it would have been good for all ccs to communicate about it long before given how vital of a plot line it is to the lore but it was rushed and caused a lot of "what now" for c!s and their story. It's only when the emrgency was brought in that everyone took action and not when they had the time to think about the story carefully (though I understand creativity burnout + lack of interest happened)

C!Wilbur and c!Tommy's stories are fairly connected with each other and with the exile arc still yet to be discussed along with c!Wilbur's apology and a bit of the state of their relationship in Ho16, they have always been connected eon way or another in lore.

Maybe lack of comminication was too strong of a word and the example I gave before might not be the best but that doesn't diminish the other instances where lore plot points ahve been discarded, changed or rushed due to a lot of reasons. Sorry this was so long and hope anon and ofc you have a good day :DD!

i literally dont even know which anon this is talking to and im not reading all that but i hope other anon sees and understands, have a good day!!

[andcontemplation]

I saw your pic of Winona and Helena and I was wondering if you could do a short ficlet of maybe young Joyce discussing her fling/friendzone/love with Hop with her older sister cause hell she's desperate about it

Like the sister could ask her out, give advice, tease her about it, they could talk about each other's experiences or Joyce could even ask her for advice cause she's afraid to fuck things up if it gets physical

I'm not a writer so I'm leaving all my ideas here, I'd love if you wrote this but don't worry if you're too busy or sth

Dear Anon -- I don’t normally take many fic requests because I’m such a slow writer, but this one just sprouted fully formed from my brain the moment I read your ask! It still took me a few days to get after since life got busy for me. It also turned out to be about 1400+ words so I’ve pasted below under the cut. I’ll be uploading it to Ao3 soon too when I get a chance :) I’d be happy to dedicate it to you if you feel comfortable dm-ing me your username on Ao3. Thank you for sending it along!

"Hey, you! What's wrong?"

Joyce nearly jumped out of her skin at the disembodied voice that called out from the empty bedroom -- or at least, the bedroom she thought was empty. She turned on a dime, clutching for her heart. Joyce might’ve been sixteen going on seventeen, but she was far too young for a heart attack.

"Jesus!" She gasped at the familiar figure sitting at the edge of the bed. "I didn't know you were home."

"Ma didn't tell you I was coming home for Thanksgiving?" Stella stopped unpacking the small duffle at her feet and raised an eyebrow at her sister.

Joyce sighed and leaned against the doorframe.

"Ma's not even here! She went to Chicago this morning with her new beau."

"Color me surprised," Stella deadpanned, throwing the pair of socks down on the bed in disgust. "Which one? Tom?"

Joyce shook her head.

"Randy. Tom was married."

Stella rolled her eyes and reached for another handful of clothes.

"Of course he was," she snapped. "How does she keep falling for that same old line?"

Joyce only shrugged and toed the door jamb, waiting for her sister to invite her into her room.

They hadn't seen much of each other since Stella ran off at sixteen to live with her boyfriend in Philadelphia, almost two years previous, and as the months and then the years passed by, Joyce felt more and more distant from the sister she grew up with. It was beginning to feel like eons had passed since they would spend all their days together, playing dolls and dress-up in that exact bedroom, performing plays for the neighborhood kids in the backyard or riding their bikes downtown to go try on perfume and makeup at the five and dime.

Joyce was still a little miffed at Stella for running off and leaving her behind with their mother and not taking Joyce with her when she left. It didn't seem fair that she had to stay when she was the baby -- the baby with the most responsibility -- the one who ended up making sure Ma didn't go completely off the rails, dependent on the bottle again or running off with a third husband. The resentment Joyce still carried always made her forget just how much she missed having her big sister around and how much she still needed her.

Stella looked up from her duffle bag and saw Joyce standing there, looking at her with big, red-rimmed eyes.

"Sorry Ma skipped town. I'm glad you're home," Joyce said, meaning it.

Stella's frown melted, and she dropped the clothes in a heap, patting the bed beside her.

"I am too. Now tell me what's wrong."

Joyce sighed deeply.

"Nothing. It's stupid."

"Boys?" Stella asked with a knowing grin.

Joyce sighed again, and her eyes fluttered up to the ceiling, embarrassed at the degree of stupidity she was feeling that very moment. She willed herself not to cry over him.

Stella pushed Joyce's bangs out of her eyes and off her cheeks, where they stuck to pale skin, and gave her little sister a look. But instead of imbibing confidence, it just made Joyce want to cry more.

She made a face and sucked in a breath before letting it all out.

"Karen and I saw Hop behind the bleachers with one of the cheerleaders today at lunch."

Stella's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh. Which cheerleader?"

"Chrissy Carpenter. That bottle blonde bubble-headed... bimbo!"

Joyce glared out the window and across the street at the edge of Hopper's front lawn, the only piece of his house she could see from that angle.

Stella choked back a giggle when she noticed how intensely Joyce was staring.

"Woah. That's some serious alliteration."

"Yeah, well," Joyce grumbled and shrugged. "I'm upset."

Stella went back to emptying out the rest of her bag, but not before throwing her sister a loving look.

"I can see that. But I thought you and Jimmy were just friends?"  

"We are!" Joyce finally dragged her eyes off his house and pouted at Stella before trailing off. "It's just that…"

"Oh come on," Stella said and ruffled Joyce's bangs. "You know you can tell me!"

There was another eye roll from Joyce.

"I just thought that something had changed between us this year. Maybe... Oh, I don't know anymore."

Then she clammed up.

Stella walked over to the window, took out a pack of Slims, and lit one up before opening the window a crack.

"Know what? Spit it out, sis!"

Joyce couldn't look at her older, prettier, more elegant sister, sitting there smoking at the windowsill like some french model who could have any man she wanted -- wrapped around her little finger. Joyce wished she could only look so mod and in charge.

Instead, she felt pathetic for pining after the boy across the street.

"Well," she started, flopping back on the bed, finding it easier to confess without having to worry about seeing the look of judgment cross Stella's face. "He'd been acting weird since we went camping this last summer. Then I realized by the second week of September that he was over here almost every night. At first, he said he needed help with his schoolwork because he really wanted to graduate, and since we're in all the same classes, it made sense, right? But by October, he was coming over for the dumbest reasons, and then I started to think he was gonna ask me to the homecoming dance. Like, I was so sure he was gonna do it. A few times, actually. But it was like he chickened out or something."

Stella held up a hand to pause Joyce there, even though Joyce couldn't see it.

"Waitaminute. Didn't you say on our last phone call that Lonnie Byers asked you out that night?"

"Yep, and what a date that was." Joyce rolled her head to the side and looked at her sister with a scowl.

Stella smirked, tapping the end of the cigarette out over the eaves.

"I warned you about him."

"Yeah yeah, I know: 'Lonnie Byers is scum.' But I'm pretty sure we're talking about Hop here?"

"Pardonne Moi! Please... continue."

"So, he seemed a bit distant after homecoming, but he'd still come over to study sometimes, and I'd catch him staring at me. It almost looked like he wanted to kiss me or something. And one day during gym, he told me I looked pretty when I knew for a fact I was a sweaty, frizzy mess. I guess it got in my head because I started to think, well maybe I want him to kiss me. And maybe I like him too? I was gonna tell him this weekend. I had it all planned out. But then he runs off and swaps spit with Chrissy, and now here I am, crying over a dumb boy. Stupid, stupid me."

Stella put the last bit of the cigarette out and moved back to the bed, pushing Joyce's legs out of the way.

"Not stupid," she said. "Just young and in love."

Joyce sat up on her elbows, nose turned up in protest.

"Gross. I am not!"

"You are." Stella chuckled.

Joyce frowned as she slowly realized her sister was right and succumbed to her lovesick fate.

"I am, aren't I?"

"'Fraid so, my dear."

"Cripes -- this sucks!”

"Oh, don't worry." Stella smiled. "I know just the thing to fix a broken heart! Ma might not be around but we can still have fun. What’s say we stay up late, paint our nails, eat our way through an entire tub of ice cream and I can give you some pointers for when you find yourself a real man. You'll be over that silly Hopper boy in no time."

"But what if I don't want to be over him?" Joyce whined, feeling sick for even thinking it let alone admitting it out loud. He was her best friend, since before they could walk, and those feelings had remained strictly platonic but lately, she couldn't imagine being without him, let alone sharing him with anyone else. Especially bottle blonde bubble-headed bimbos.

Stella held her hand out to Joyce and helped her sit up.

"Trust me, sis. It's for the best. Boys like Jim and Lonnie will ruin you for life. You belong with someone sweet and kind, who won't rush you before you're ready…"

Joyce scoffed.

"Boys like that don't exist!"

"Sure, they do!" Stella nodded. Then she had an idea. "Say -- isn't there a Sadie Hawkins soon?"

"Yeah, the Snowball," Joyce said, cluing in, trying not to look too excited. "You think I should ask Hop?"

"No!" Stella sighed. "I'm saying you should ask a nice boy to go with you."

"A what?"

"Think of the nicest, and well... let’s say the nerdiest guy in your class, and ask him to the Snowball. Not Lonnie or Hop! No more bad boys who play ping-pong with your heart."

"No, no way!" Joyce shook her head and dove headfirst into the pillows. "I am not asking Bob the Brain!"

Stella threw her hands up in the air.

"Fine, be miserable and alone forever then. See if I care!"

"Fine!" Joyce shouted, muffled by the pillows before dissolving into a fit of giggles as her sister beat her over the head with another frilly embroidered pillow.

"I'm glad you're home," Joyce said when she caught her breath.

"Me too, sis," Stella said. "Me too."

[chattegeorgiana]

I'm still mind blown, after all these years, that naruto didn't get Sakura in the end

Hey anon, sorry for the terrible eon’s away answer. I don’t have that same consistency I used to have mainly due to real life.

Now to get onto your statement, well… Even though I understand the reasons of why this happened, I cannot say I am not mind blown myself.

People can say whatever they want, but Kishimoto wrote them in a certain direction. Direction which he eventually did change, because Boruto had to come to the light.

However, one cannot deny 15 years of serious, massive build-up! I still check from time to time Slextrem’s NaruSaku Build-up. That right there shows the amount of dedication Kishimoto put into the pairing, no matter whoever says whatever. 

Yes, traces of NaruHina and SasuSaku were present, but only in the forms of wounds from the past one has to deal with in one case or lessons of self-sufficiency in the other.

But when it came to showing a truly selfless love, a healthy relationship where both partners are equals, laugh together, cry together and support each other through thick and thin - like a normal, healthy relationship should be, that was NaruSaku. No ifs and buts. No matter what the masses say, nor want.

But in the end, the manga world is also an industry. And industry that needs to produce money, and thus it caters to the large numbers. Given his story’s theme, for a long while I thought he’d do things differently, that’s why I had that trust in him back then and the reactions that followed thereafter. But alas…

And large numbers don’t always guarantee the “right thing”, so to speak. Especially given the fact that at the core, like the sales world shows us, we make a purchase based on an emotional need. Not a rational one.  

And well, given that we live in a harsh world as it is, relationship-wise speaking as well, each with their emotional needs that took over the “skin” of their character…well, you do the math why the Naruto and Sakura formula didn’t work, but the others.

Because at large, the world is wounded. And looks for an easy fantasy-make up, that comes just like that, outta nowhere, to heal us.

When in reality that healing is messy, filled with hardships, but also with support, care and love coming from both sides, like Naruto and Sakura’s relationship was. They weren’t the easy fantasy way out.

They were the hard work, the through thick and thin. And that asks for a certain resilience. 

They weren’t the easy way out. If they were, this story wouldn’t have ended the way it did.

But instead, we got the easy way out because well… it’s easier. Theoretically. Because practically, this easy way out only brought even more holes in the story.

But alas. As they say, it’s not about the end sometimes, but the journey.

And their journey, no matter their end, was beautiful. :)

[cool-guysyndrome]

@elusive-spirit-of-the-west hiya! I'm Ash/Noro/Charlie, aka 🔥 anon, and I'm sorry it took so long for me to draw ya a thing skksks I've had art block for eons now.

I hope it's not terrible because I'm still not great at drawing some things (lookin @ u hands) but I drew you! I didn't know what colours to use so I just did lineart but I hope you like it and can I be your friend