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findafight · 1 year

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On the one-sided harringrove post- I feel it becomes infinitely funnier with bi steve. He likes men, just not Billy. Never Billy.

Oh yeah. When Billy fiiiirst comes to school with his music blaring Steve is head over heels for Nancy, so he might register that the guy with the Camaro and loud music has a good ass, but then billy opens his mouth and Steve is like "oh, no ass can make up for that personality." And continues with his life.

Just. Okay I like to project just a liiiiittle on Steve with him just. Not realizing his attraction to men isn't a straight thing. Like. Of course all straight people feel that way, you just kinda ignore it or don't do anything about it. So Steve is half way between being comfortable in his sexuality and being closeted to himself because buddy used Hawkeye Pierce as the blueprint of straightness.

So Billy is out here, wallowing in self hatred and internalized homophobia, hating Steve and wanting Steve and hating that he wants Steve and wishing Steve would pay attention to him enough for a hate fuck he can cry about later, and it's all very angsty. All the while Steve is just actually completely fine with thinking a dude is hot he's just got standards that include "not racist" "doesn't try to beat up kids" "hasn't made me blackout from head trauma"

Wait. Oh no. I feel an au coming on. Shit. Au where post S2 Robin hears piano coming from the band room after hours and is her curious self going "I must see who is this mysterious genius" and it's Steve. They get to talking and hanging out and all of a sudden Robin thinks they are actually good friends. Best friends. Somehow.

Cue them going to a band party together. Someone spikes their drinks with waayyyy more than they were expecting so they are blasted. Robin has to go pee but does not want to go alone so she drags Steve into the bathroom with her and makes him face away. He's like haha Woah you really had to pee. And she goes shut upppp and washes her hands but sits across from him. Steve smiles at her and gives her his speech about how amazing she is and how glad he is to be her friend (it is like March '85 so he is still not ready to get back out into dating yet). Robin tells him about Tammy. They sing. Someone slams the door open and kicks them out of the bathroom because there's a fuckin line.

They lay on the grass outside and look at the sky. Steve like. Caaaaasually mentions once having thought he was gonna marry Tommy when he was six and then realizing you just didn't do anything about those feelings and Robin's gotta shoot up going WHAT!! WHAAAT? Because it sounded like Steve coming out to her? Right after?? She came out to him??

And Steve is like yeah. Like you don't really have to? Easier to ignore it and flirt with girls who I like or think are hot. And poor Robin's brain is melting she's like please Steve I'm really drunk are you telling me you sometimes want to kiss boys? And he's like yes, obviously, everyone does. Just like everyone also wants to sometimes kiss girls. Except lesbians I guess who only want to kiss girls? And gay guys only want to kiss guy? Yeah that makes sense and straight people don't care but go for the opposite ya know?

Robin is like NO!! And calms down some and says "okay I'm telling you this because you are my friend and you just told me almost the same thing. Steve. I like girls and only like girls. That not a straight thing"

"yeah. You've said."

"but I am ninety nine percent positive that just because you like girls doesn't mean you're straight because you also like boys."

"what"

"yeah dude, I do not think this is a heterosexual experience you're describing. I'm not an expert but. Yeah.

"oh. Huh."

"yep."

"I definitely thought it was."

"your brain is so weird I'm still kind of obsessed with you."

"haha. Honestly I'm kind of obsessed with you. This is wild."

"well. At least I know you're stuck with me."

"ohhh nooooo whatever will I do with my best friend always around..."

ANYWAYS THE ACTUAL POINT OF THIS is not in fact the stobin. It's actually that

Sometime probably in may, when Steve is ready to be on the dating scene again, he gets with Eddie. Robin is happy for him but also so mad because he went from "probably shouldn't act gay even tho everyone feels a little gay sometimes" to "hey Robin what would you say if I said I got a boyfriend?" In less than two months. How does he have straight AND gay game. That's not fair.

Steddie getting together is a non event. Eddie is still like ewww sports and yet somehow he made out with Steve Harrington and the next day Steve asked if he wanted to get milkshakes and throw rocks into the quarry to see the splashes. Eddie must restrain himself from thinking it's a date because he knows it's not but it'd also be the perfect date (Eddie is a simple man)

At the end of the night steve kissed his cheek and says "I had a really great time..."

Eddie just blurted "hey do you want to be my boyfriend?"

To which Steve perks up like "yes! I'd like that!"

And Eddie didn't actually think he'd get that far so he was like "neat!! See you tomorrow!" before slamming the door in Steve's face.

So they're dating and Eddie disparages sports but Steve is like haha aw you don't like watching me play? Which is sooo mean to Eddie because obviously?? He likes?? Watching his boyfriend??? Run around in tiny shorts and sometimes shirtless?? He has to reevaluate some things he supposes.

All while this is happening Billy is still on his Greatest Homoerotic Rivals shtick with Steve. Eddie notices and is like to dude...what is with Billy? And Steve just sighs. Says Billy is weird and obsessed with him and glares all the time. It's a whole thing. Billy is pissed because what is Steve, his epic rival, doing hanging around some random band geek, his sister's bitchass friends, and maybe the local dealer.

Alright. Grad happens. Yay Steve! Poor Eddie. They go to some party , hang out with people, sell some drugs, etc. Billy is unfortunately also at this party, and is like. Lazer eyes boring into Steve's back. Very annoying. At some point, he sees Steve slip away and is like this is my chance so he follows him.

Howmever he comes across Steve, his epic and totally heterosexual rival, making out with Eddie the freak Munson.

And listen this is a scary thing to be caught inna town like Hawkins, but that's not the point of this post.

So Billy goes "what the hell?"

They turn around. Billy is still spluttering.

"what are you-why would you-- with him?!" He says.

Steve raises his eyebrows, alllll cocky confidence. He smirks a bit. Drawls. "Well, yeah. I like cock, billy. Just not yours."

Because the point of this post is that Steve is a bitch.

Thank you.

#steve Harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #steddie #anti harringrove #lol anon you got me rambling.#stranger things #robin buckley #findaanswers #finda writes stuff #anonasaurus #anti billy hargrove #tagging for both i guess hoo boy #didnt think itd turn up in the billy tag because thats the eighth tag so i guess my bad!#it was for organization and tag blocks #billy Hargrove

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gingiesworld · 4 months

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Fatal Attraction

Chapter Ten

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic @dopeyouth @karsonromanoff @bimad @lizzieislife94x (if you want to be added to my taglist, please DM me or comment)

18+ MINORS DNI

Since the blueprints had been stolen, Y/N had listened to Wanda and spoke with Chief Stacy, doing it the legal route. Once he had left the office with the evidence that Y/N had copied, Gwen met him as she was on her way to speak with Y/N.

“So, you finally saw sense.” Gwen stated as she entered their office as Y/N stood looking out of the window.

“Well, you and Wanda were right.” They told her, not bothering to look in her direction.

“Wanda?” Gwen questioned as Y/N hummed. “You really like her, don’t you?”

“That’s besides the point.” They told her as they finally turned to face her.

“No it isn’t.” She stated as she sat in the chair opposite their own. “If it was just me, you would have still ignored me and went straight to Cottonmouth, but Wanda tells you how you should do it, you listen.”

“Gwen.” They rubbed their brow as they looked at her, she noticed how torn up they were. “I am in love with her.” Gwen smiled slightly as she listened. “I just, this feeling is new for me and you know I don’t do feelings. Hell, I was never one to believe in love because look at how it turned out for my mom. She fell in love with my father, only for him to break her heart, and I never want to feel that pain. So, I am so fucking scared of this feeling because it is so fucking intense and she is going through a divorce.”

“That doesn’t mean she might not feel the same.” Gwen told them as they chuckled.

“She is 22, almost 23 years old.” They reminded her as they moved to pour themselves a drink. “There is 10 years between us.”

“That doesn’t matter.” She told them. “It’s not like you’re asking her to marry you and bear your children. Just take it slow, get to know her as someone who might be the one for you.” Y/N nodded as they downed their drink before turning to face her.

“Thank you.” They told her sincerely as they looked in her direction. “For being my best friend and making me see sense.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” She told them as she pulled them in for a hug. “I’ll always be someone you can confide in. I know you’re my boss, but you were my best friend first.”

Meanwhile, Wanda was having lunch with Nat as she was having a break from the divorce proceedings. Nat observed her as she sat across from her.

“Are you really ok, Wanda?” She asked as Wanda’s attention snapped back to her.

“Yeah.” She nodded as she furrowed her brows. “Why wouldn’t I be?” She asked as Nat smiled softly.

“You’re going through a divorce, from your highschool sweetheart and you have just kissed Y/N, again.” She stated as Wanda nodded with a tight lipped smile. “So, I know you have a lot going on in your mind.”

“I’m fine, really.” Wanda spoke unsurely.

“The fact that you sound unsure tells me otherwise Wanda.” Nat told her as Wanda sighed. “Talk to me.”

“I just, I don’t know really.” Wanda sighed as she played with the cup. “I guess I loved the idea of marrying my highschool sweetheart, but I don’t think I really loved him.” Nat just sat and listened as she spoke. “And then there’s Y/N, I don’t know what this feeling is that I feel when I am around them. All I know is that I want to be near them, everyday and it’s like I’m drawn to them. I don’t really know how to describe it really but I know I want to be with them.” She sighed before she finished her drink. “I guess I feel comfortable with them, I feel safe and like I am floating when I am around them.”

“You’re in love.” Nat stated as she sat back in her chair. “You are in love with Y/N.”

“But what if they don’t feel the same?” Wanda questioned as Nat chuckled.

“They do.” Nat told her. “With how I’ve seen them with you, the fact that they are helping with your divorce and that they only want you to be happy tells me that they do.” Wanda thought about every moment she has shared with Y/N. Realising that Y/N had never really treated her advances with disgust, they just respected her and her failing marriage.

“You think so?” She questioned just to be sure.

“I know so.” Nat told her. “But don’t rush into anything because I don’t want you to get hurt.”

The next day, Wanda went to work to find Y/N already sat at her desk, organising through their schedule for the day.

“Hey.” Wanda smiled awkwardly as Y/N looked up from the screen.

“Hey, how are you?” They asked her with a soft smile.

“I’m great.” Wanda nodded as she put down her bag and jacket. “We have the court date next week to finalise the divorce.”

“That’s great.” They smiled as they grabbed their files. “I knew Opal would be best to get it finished as soon as possible.”

“Thank you.” Wanda spoke sincerely as they looked at her confused. “For everything you’ve done for me, with giving me a job and helping me get out of this marriage.”

“I really care about you Wanda.” They told her as she observed them. “And I only want what’s best for you.” With that they left for their first meeting leaving Wanda to smile with a slight blush on her cheeks as she started to organise more of Y/N’s schedule for the week.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x you #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

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vladdyissues · 3 months

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Soulmate AU Danny Phantom, and Vlad and Danny found out that they are soulmate for each other from the very-very first meeting, like they don't even know the character of another, all they got is sh*** of a big age gap, and as for Vlad also: you've been having a crush on your soulmate's mom for 20 years. Idk, it may be skin's glowing where soulmates are touching each other? How much in shock do halfas be? Which parent accept it first?

They were called soul sigils. Temporary signs that appeared on the skin of people whose lives were destined to entwine.

Sigils presented twice, sometimes three times, during a person’s life: at birth, indicating that their partner was already alive and waiting for them; at the first meeting; and at the final separation.

Vlad Masters was not born with a sigil. His left hand went unmarked through his childhood. He lied to his peers in high school, saying he’d already gotten his a long time ago.

By the time he enrolled in his first semester at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, he was beginning to worry. How much of his life was going to pass before his special someone was born?

At twenty-four, on the verge of completing his Master’s degree, he began to believe that perhaps he was destined to be alone. It wasn’t unheard of. Nearly twenty percent of the population never presented soul sigils. They were free to live however they pleased. It wouldn’t have been a bad fate, but Vlad yearned for partnership. His parents were dead, his family estranged. And Madeline, the girl he’d hoped would be The One, had her sigil appear when she met his best friend, Jack.

Vlad slept in the lab that night. He couldn’t bear to go back to his dorm room and listen to Jack’s lovesick exultations.

Then the portal accident happened, and he stopped caring about sigils and love for the next few years. He was too busy recovering from the effects of radiation poisoning to concern himself with the silly banalities taking place outside his hospital ward.

Maybe he would die alone. That was always a possibility.

He didn’t. He was discharged in 1983 and walked out the hospital doors a new man.

Half of one, anyway.

By the late 1980s he was learning how to use his newfound powers, robbing his way toward a life of affluence. He began construction on his own portal, using the blueprints stolen from Jack—who, he discovered, had married Maddie while he was rotting in a hospital bed and had moved to a podunk town called Amity Park. They were expecting their first child, a girl.

Vlad threw himself into his work and ignored the Fentons and their happy, growing family. His loneliness gnawed at him.

Late one evening, just a few months before his thirty-first birthday, he pulled his work glove off his itching hand and blinked, staring.

His sigil. But he felt no joy. How could he? His soulmate was young enough to be his child.

Within twenty-four hours the mark had faded, and Vlad pretended he’d never seen it. He had no interest in getting involved with someone so young.

Fourteen years later, the Fenton family climbed the front steps of Vlad’s home with their teenage son, Danny, who was absently scratching his hand.

Vlad felt the tingling. He didn’t have to look. The evidence was staring back at him: a pair of stunned blue eyes that flashed ecto-green.

#asks #danny phantom #vlad masters #danny fenton #pompous pep #soulmate au #soulmates #soulmarks #ficlet #hjbwrites #anon this just spewed out in 1 sitting thank you i didn't know i had it in me #it was fun :)#i'll probably rework this into something longer and post it on ao3

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satoriberry · 6 months

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IMMOVABLE OBJECT VS. UNSTOPPABLE FORCE(S); WHICH ONE OF THEM WINS? THAT'S RIGHT. LOVE!! - tokimitsu aoshi

-`♡´- resume: the laws of physics can not be disobeyed. unless your friends feel like doing so. then you can twist them as much as you like.

-`♡´- heads up: so much cutie patootieness omg its toki my love my angel my babygirl he was made for me i want to marry him i want to protect him i need to KISS HIM THESE ARENT EVEN WARNINGS ANYMORE. reader has hair (type not specified). takes place during chapter 150 shibuya outing (aka bestest chapter ong) in the uhhh the arcade!! :D very toki-centric (95% his POV)!! btw this scenario is soooo unserious i had fun with this ngl

-`♡´- berry's note: omg i love aoshi so much he's my everything <333 he's so.....*dreamily sighs* you people DO NOT GET IT!!!! HE'S EVERYTHING FOR ME HES MY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

you were so beautiful. so fucking beautiful.

he felt like a creep staring at you like this from afar but any closer and he'll most definitely regurgitate the black coffee he had earlier.

you weren't aware of him, both a sad and convenient thing. you seemed to be having a really fun conversation with your friends, boldly talking with exaggerated body language. you looked like the fun kind; the kind of person to tell a joke that'll have everybody choking, punching each other's arms and coughing. the kind of person he wants to be. or be with. it depends really.

he assumed you'd said something mind-boggling because right after saying it, your friends collectively gasped with varying levels of amusement. that made him snap out of his rêverie and go back to watching four of his friends display a concerning lack of rhythm at DDR, while the others winced or held in their laughter.

well, he was in no lack of bustling conversations himself, what with the rivals-turned-friends that he's currently with. still, it doesn't soothe the ache in his heart. the ache to be sociable, spontaneous, easy-going, calm, funny, witty or even just uncaring if that meant not being constantly on edge about everything.

gazing at his friends, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth. they were all essentially... perfect.

reo - who was stomping arrows with 0 coordination - was the blueprint of the ideal human, yukimiya and aryu looked like magazine cover features in the making, nagi possessed this aura of nonchalance that really sticks with you, and bachira could say anything and everything with zero shame or regret. he didn't have any of that. and he hated that.

he hated himself for that. and he hated that others probably disliked him for the same reasons.

"ahhhh, come on, no negativity. now's not the time," mumbling to himself, he placed his hands on either side of his face, slightly smushing his cheeks, adding some adorableness to his somewhat sombre expression. he turned his head back to you. you had started a game of air hockey with your friends and from where you were standing, he could admire you even better.

the benefit that came with being quiet is being discreet, and that allowed him to notice a number of tiny things about you. your rapidly changing expressions, your eyes (that he had come to be particularly fond of in the last 4 minutes) that darted in all directions to catch the puck and the habit you had of readjusting your bag's strap across your torso. was it a tic? he wondered if you two shared any negative qualities, thinking it'll help him feel more normal, then realised that's a horrible way of thinking about a pretty stranger.

he started to beat himself mentally, punishing his brain and imagination for trying to ruin your possibly perfect character; you didn't deserve that. he didn't deserve to be thinking about you like this, you probably had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or just someone in your life that'll laugh at a loser like him for wanting to imagine a chance with you.

he heard the game-over buzzer of the air hockey machine start to sound out. you and your friend lost, and the winning pair declared a rematch. he watched you and your group talk a bit before they all started to walk away. they were heading towards the token machine to get some more, and you stayed to look after the bags they had left on the floor. pulling out your phone, you started scrolling through your gallery to waste time.

you looked so peaceful, he so badly wanted to know what you were thinking of. for no particular reason, just to have an inner scope into your brain. hands still on his face, he gazed at your tranquil being through his thick lashes as his head was still a bit lowered. he probably looked a little silly like this, like a kindergartener ("tokimitsu!") admiring his first crush playing in mud ("hey tokimitsu!"), but you made him feel so many butterflies by just ("tokimitsu?") being ther-

"TOKIMITSU!!" "AH!? WHAT? WHAT IS IT? I'M SORRY FOR WHAT I DID EVEN THOUGH I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!". he apologized for... nothing in particular to karasu, who had an unnerved expression plastered on his face, and next to him stood yukimiya with one eyebrow raised. he could see from his peripheral view that reo, bachira, isagi and otoya were almost done with their round of DDR.

"DUDE? CAN YOU ANSWER WHEN WE CALL YO-" "karasu, stop yelling. we're in public." "suck my dick. anyway, are you okay, man? what were you looking at?". tokimitsu didn't respond to that, stuttering, "haaa, it's nothing really. just lost in my thoughts. hehe," but his eyes betrayed him by darting in your direction against his will, making the two boys follow his line of sight.

karasu immediately started to chuckle with a bewildered expression. "tokimitsu, were you CHECKING OUT that girl? i didn't know you had it in you. i have to say, dude, i'm proud of you. you're finally turning into a man."

with a newfound sense of shame, tokimitsu started to defend his image, replying, "c-checking her out? no, i-i-i was just admiring her. I MEAN! no. i wasn't staring at her. she's just a girl y'know- NOT THAT IT'S A BAD THING TO BE JUST A NORMAL PERSON. I DON'T KNOW HER, I SWEAR. I MEAN....". of course, any person with eyes could see that he was totally fibbing. behind them, the other guys started to group around the three after hearing the words "tokimitsu" and "checking out" and "girl". it's just those things that you NEVER hear in the same sentence.

bachira was the first to join in on the fun, asking, "what's going on?" "NOTHI-" "SHUT UP YOU! guys. form a circle."

with a strong shove, tokimitsu was pushed aside by karasu who forced everyone into a circle where he was clearly mumbling god knows what in a mischievous manner. after a few moments and a couple nods, like a hivemind, they all raised their heads and looked at him with something peculiar in their eyes.

he didn't like that. not even a bit.

"umm, what's going on?," he inquired timidly, feeling that nothing good was about to happen. karasu was the first to move towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder with his head down. "we're sorry for everything." confused, tokimitsu stared at him with an almost innocent sort of confusion. "huh." "nagi, bachira, yukimiya. do your thing."

before tokimitsu could register what's going on, he felt 6 arms wrap around his torso and both arms. following that, otoya and reo joined, placing their hands on his chest and stomach to push him backwards in a combined effort. to say he was lost and and confused was an understandment. why were they dragging him away like a captive?

then it dawned on him. they're trying to drag him to you.

they're forcing him to speak to you.

in the microsecond that this realisation hit him, he immediately forced his feet into the ground and tried to slip his arms out of their grasp, which, considering just how jacked he was, proved quite easier than expected. their grip on him started to falter but they seemed to persevere, desperately trying to make this work. grunting, they doubled the force and accelerated their movements, forcing him to take backward steps. when he noticed that the DDR machines were leaving his sight, that's when the panic really started to settle in.

"COME ON GUYS, JUST LET ME GO! THIS ISN'T FUNNY! I DON'T WANT THIS, JUST PLEASE, LET ME GO, I'M BEGGING!," he began to somewhat shriek while grabbing at their sleeves or their hands and trying to rid himself of them with no avail. "NO! WE'RE DOING THIS FOR YOU!" "BUT I CAN'T, I DON'T WANT IT."

on any normal day, you would've waited for your friends with no concerns or worries in the world, but when there's a group of boys hauling another boy in what seemed to be your exact direction, you assumed you had to be ready for whatever was about to happen. however, a blue haired boy speedwalked from behind and past them, reaching you in a few seconds' time. he stuck out his hand, you understood he wanted to shake yours.

reciprocating the gesture, he shook your hand and spoke, "karasu tabito. no time for formalities. okay, see, here's the thing," he swiftly put his arm around your back and obliged you to look at tokimitsu being held captive and inching closer to you. "ya' see that guy? the one with the blue backpack? yeah, exactly, the one with the red and green sweater. see, he sooo has the hots for you, he thinks you're really pretty. but unfortunately, he's too much of a coward to do anything so we're delivering him to you. do with that what you will."

he removed his arm and placed them on his hips, watching his mastermind plan come to fruition. you, on the other hand, got the gist of what's going on but you couldn't exactly say you weren't still lost. after some more yelling and resisting, the five guys managed to displace tokimitsu and have him right in front of you. turning him around so he would be face forward, he promptly stopped his movements after seeing that you were right there. right in front of him. gazing at him with confusion but very bright amusement.

he felt his mouth dry up, words stuck at back of his throat with no way of coming out. not in these conditions, not after you watched him get hauled like some freak. karasu winked at him before heading off, followed by the others who gave him thumbs up and whisper-yelled encouraging words.

you watched them leave, then turned your head to gaze at tokimitsu, taking in the redness of his face and the shock in his green, doe eyes. they were really mesmerising. you gave him a grin with your eyebrows raised. "hey."

that simple word made him crumble, sending him into overdrive. your voice was sweeter than anything he had imagined it to be. he tried to muster the courage to speak but miserably failed, stuttering and falling over nonsensical syllables. he gave up in no time, burying his face in his hands, closing his eyes and imagining himself elsewhere far, far away.

he expected you to snarl and ditch him or to even spit harsh words for wasting your time like this. but you did none of those.

he felt a few gentle taps on one of his hands, compelling him to peer at you through his fingers. you wore a good-natured smile on your face, looking content rather than annoyed. "i get it, really. i get super anxious over certain things too. but your friend already told me about what you want to say to me."

oh oh. that couldn't be good. he pressed his hands further into his skin without looking away, waiting for the oncoming rejection and getting turned down.

"you're really cute yourself. and handsome. whichever you like more. could you give me your hand?"

was this real? were you real? no. you had to be an angel of some sort. mindlessly removing both hands from his face and sticking one out, he watched as you took out a ballpoint pen from your bag's outer pocket and scribbled something on his palm.

you lifted your eyes and spoke, "my LINE username. we'll talk on there. is that okay with you?," he retracted his hand to read your handle, noticing the smiley next to where you scribbled. he nodded shyily, not closing his palm so he doesn't sweat off his only method of reconnecting with you. you graced him with another toothy grin before turning around to see your friends waving at you. ah. you had to leave.

you spun around to look at him one last time, waving and taking slow steps backwards. noticing that, he finally uttered his first words to you, "w-wait! what's...what's your name?," determined to put a name on your perfect being. your smile grew a bit more, then you answered, "(last name). (last name) (first name). and you are?"

"tokimitsu. tokimitsu a-aoshi."

"well then, i'll learn more about you later, tokimitsu. bye!" you spun on your foot, speedwalking to where your friends stood. he watched you tell them something that made them all look up and peer at him, then giggle in a very teenage girl fashion, before exiting the arcade, you with them.

tokimitsu stood for a few more seconds before staring down at the palm you had previously gripped with your tender hands. the reality of what just took place hit him harder than anything, the astonishment he was feeling not helping his heart's dangerous rhythm.

he didn't hesitate to immediately copy your LINE user on a piece of paper, since he could never underestimate his sweaty palms. rewriting it, he found himself imitating you and drawing a fun doodle next to your username. except, he didn't draw a smiley like you did.

he drew a heart instead.

-`♡´- berry's post-writing note: TOKIMITSUUUUUUUUUU YOU ARE MY EVERYTHINGGGGGG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHHH THE THINGS I WOULD FOR YOUUU and to you hehehe ANYWAYYYYYYY hope you guys enjoyed reading this cause i enjoyed writing this bitch ong i COOKED and if you guys don't think so uhhhhh skill issue i love anything that has to do with tokimitsu aoshi!! born march 21st favourite food eel doesn't like cream-based foo- BTW IF you're thinking "hmmm reader was supposed to play a rematch HAHAHA IMPLICIT PLOT POINT: your friends were like "fuck it we dont want that anymore call reader over so we can dip" HAHAHAHA YOU DIDNT EXPECT THAT DID YOU!!

#berry.writes <3 #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #tokimitsu x reader #tokimitsu aoshi x reader #tokimitsu aoshi #aoshi tokimitsu #blue lock scenarios #blue lock imagines

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belit0 · 9 months

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Indra with prompt 7 where reader and him have just gotten married?? Btw, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WORK AND YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD!! ALSO, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING FOR INDRA HE’S MY FAV ❤️❤️❤️

7) Them exploring each others' bodies, but not in a sexual way.

AAAAAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LIKING MY STUFF!! I FEEL YOU SO BAD WITH THE INDRA SITUATION

He is also my favorite, and it destroys me how he has so little recognition and content to his name. People need to appreciate the hell out of this man HE'S THE CREATOR OF ALL THE CHARACTERS WE LOVE OMG

(Y/N) never heard him speak, at least not directly to her. From the moment Indra chose her as his future wife, she has only heard his voice from afar, addressing her parents or people in her village. He never paused to even greet her, introduce himself, or explain.

Indra came to her small village looking to hire manpower for construction in his territory, having heard rumors (Y/N)'s family was the best in the area when it came to edification. The Otsutsuki had recently become famous after destroying his brother and winning an ancestral war, crowning himself as a man to be feared and respected.

No one wanted to be in the spotlight of his attention, and people preferred to give him whatever he wanted to avoid perishing in the attempt. The man arrived at their home with blueprints to execute his new settlement, having changed his last name so as not to be associated with his father's or younger brother's image.

It didn't take long before he crossed paths with (Y/N) by pure chance, while he was finalizing details with her father on how they would carry out the constructions and with what materials. They were sitting at the main table one night, as she entered her house to go to bed. The girl observed how her father was tense and alert in front of the presence of such a person, and when they exchanged glances, tried to warn her wordlessly to hide.

The Otsutsuki fixed his eyes on her, and that was the moment he decided to take her as his wife. For the remaining days, he continued to make arrangements with her family, and no one could stop him from taking her with him when everything was planned. Saying no to Indra was inevitable doom, and (Y/N) understood she had to obey his orders if she wanted to protect her people.

He took her along with a convoy of villagers from her hometown, who went to the new and recently founded Uchiha territory to lend a hand. The work lasted months, of complicated execution and with no room for mistakes under the frightening gaze of the most villainous man in the world, but it was accomplished.

When everything was finished, her family had to leave, and (Y/N) could not join them.

There was no formal wedding, with the Otsutsuki reluctant to follow such protocols, and simply proclaimed her as his wife in front of the entire Uchiha clan. People knew not to mess with her and respected her as Indra's legitimate wife, but that was all.

Life continued to go on as usual, and the woman had to adapt to her new destiny. Her so-called husband dedicated himself to ignoring her, pretending her existence was unimportant and attending to a million other matters before even looking at her.

(Y/N) did not let his attitude discourage her, and she thrived despite his indifference. She found friends and supporters, and learned about Indra from them. At the moment, the Uchiha clan consisted of all those who supported him on the battlefield and chose him as their leader. Everyone spoke with respect and admiration about the Otsutsuki, and the girl came to know his life story from the accounts of others.

Indra was a tormented and haunted man, someone hurting, and perhaps he just needed space before he could approach her in a concrete way.

She waited, and found a way of life that made her happy in spite of everything. Her husband never limited her or gave her any orders, letting her be free and able to build her day-to-day life as she wished. If she wanted to devote herself to learning ninjutsu, she could. If she preferred to dedicate her time to more mundane tasks or do nothing at all, that was fine too.

It took a couple of months of cohabitation before the man finally got a good look at her, and it happened on a night of a full moon and pouring rain. Usually, the Otsutsuki disappears with the fall of the sun, and (Y/N) presumes it's for training, but with the weather as such, there's no way. The ground turned to mud and there is no visibility because of the rain, the water bringing icy winds in tandem.

Taking no qualms about his presence, the girl continued with her evening routine as if the man was not there, playing the same game of indifference. She finished with all the actions required to get into bed, coolness not helping to keep her away from the sheets.

What she didn't expect was to feel the mattress sink a few seconds after she laid down, Indra settling down next to her for the first time in months. Not speaking to her also came with not sharing a bed, and (Y/N) always wondered where the Otsutsuki slept.

Her heart races and she suddenly becomes nervous, never having had to face this situation in all the time they've been together. She fixes her gaze on him, determined not to be intimidated by the man with whom she is supposed to share her life, and for the first time, she gets a closer look.

He is devilishly handsome, with defined and dreamy features, a sharp jaw, and elongated fox-like eyes. He wears his hair tied in a bun, with a few pieces raining raggedly down his face. Indra is a dream, and (Y/N) gets even more nervous.

"You're agitated...would you rather I spend the night somewhere else...?" According to people's accounts, Indra seems to spit fire when he speaks, but the way he phrased the question carries a hint of teasing and sarcasm.

"No... I do believe it's about time." She decides not to flinch in front of him, and face him with the same level of intonation. They both glare at each other, a duel of stares (Y/N) is not willing to lose.

The girl analyzes the man, sitting on the bed against the headboard and imitating his posture. Indra is not wearing a T-shirt, only some baggy pants. There is a huge scar on his chest, dangerously close to his heart, and looking fresh. Fearlessly, (Y/N) runs her fingertips over it.

It has a terribly smooth texture and decorates his body as if it was meant to fit in that particular spot. "Where did this come from?" she asks without looking him in the eye, sight fixed where her fingers still touch his skin.

"Family squabbles, if you might call it somehow." She can hear a smirk in his words, as the Otsutsuki puts his hand against her cheek, touching a mark (Y/N) has carried since being little girl.

"What about this?"

"Learning to chop wood with my father, if you might call it somehow." She dares to connect with his eyes again and sees him smiling genuinely. The stories and narrative construction people provided about Indra portrayed him as a cold and heartless being, a tyrant with so many murders on top of him as to be uncountable, an evil and sinister man.

Perhaps they were all wrong, and no one really knew him.

Feeling reaffirmed by him, she takes his arm and looks at the skin closely. Another huge scar looking much older decorates the surface. "First time I made use of one of my techniques to defend... someone." There is a hint of nostalgia in his words, and (Y/N) assumes he is referring to a too-distant past.

A huge hand closes over the curve of her waist and draws her close until they are mouth-to-mouth. Surprised by his boldness, she allows herself to indulge in the sweet, first kiss she shares with her husband, feeling his fingers roam her figure over her clothes.

"I wondered what it would feel like to touch you once and for all."

#indra otsutsuki x reader #otsutsuki indra x reader #indra x reader #indra otsutsuki #otsutsuki indra #indra #naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #naruto #uchiha clan #naruto x reader #naruto scenarios

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Hi, Ro😌❤️I love the new hospital drabble😌❤️

And I also had a good laugh reading that Ari had a hard time trying to explain why he called her his wife in the hospital🤣🤣

Though... it couldn't be the only time that Ari sneaked behind her back and called her wife, no?👀👀👀 like he can be all possessive and claiming when he needs to be😩🤭

Warnings for some spice. I mean, whoops again, gang 🥵😩 I have no one to blame but myself. OH NO. THIS SUCKER IS GETTING THE MATURE LABEL. WC 1.2k

3 x Ari Faked It + the 1st x It Was Real, a terribly titled Bedrock and Blueprints drabble

The hospital was a pretty special circumstance because the nurses weren't going to let him see you if he didn't lie, however, Ari becomes a bit notorious for not correcting anyone who calls you 'Mrs. Levinson.'

Your friends at the bar ask him how 'the misses' is doing when you're not around, and that very small thing usually brings a smile to his face. For a while, Ari thinks to himself that it's just the equivalent of saying 'your girl,' and he just moves on with the conversation.

A reservation for a nice dinner he takes you to on your birthday is under his name, and the woman leads you to the table with a simple "right this way, Mister and Misses Levinson."

Since it's just the hostess walking you from point A to point B thirty feet away, Ari hardly thinks it's worth the time to explain that you two aren't married...and you don't mention that either.

That gets him thinking. Would you take his name?

The idea rattles around in his brain, popping up randomly in between bits of chatting, but he never says anything out loud.

Of course, Ari's in love with you and you're in love with Ari. He loves you and you love him, and he knows that. But you don't...discuss future things with him much because you're trying not to scare the chronic nomad off. It took enough nudging (and then straight-up fighting) to get him to move into a house he was already building for you for fuck's sake.

And yes, Ari is still the type of man who would panic and run to the bar with José and Dimitri if you started talking about wedding things like guest lists and themes and flowers. He's not there, and he doesn't enjoy that even if it's you. He simply isn't that man.

The idea though...

That idea of saying you are his wife is different. That's not a possession in the physical sense. He's never wanted much in the way of 'stuff,' and he didn't put much effort into keeping his family around once he joined the military. Marrying you would not be a big deal to him in terms of ownership.

Nope. What strikes Ari deep in his gut is that you'd claim him as your family, you might want him bound to you in that way, and you might be his permanent home.

Something about that makes Ari feral, and on the way home from your dinner, the instant he pulls his keys out of the ignition, Ari slides across the leather seat and pins you to the door with a hot and heavy kiss.

When you finally convince him it'll be more comfortable to exit the vehicle, he doesn't let you get far, hoisting you up against the side of the truck until your arms stretch over the lip of the flatbed. That shiny little skirt you wear gets pushed up to your waist, and Ari fucks you right there in the dark driveway.

Happy birthday to you indeed.

Um, so then there's the time Ari will never, ever speak of to anyone other than you ever.

Maybe a month or two after you find out you're pregnant, Ari's boss's boss has a big party at a large corporate space the company just completed. The Big Boss's wife thinks you and Ari are married, and again, because it's an unnecessary conversation to have with someone you may never see after that night, you two nod and smile and move on.

There's so much drinking at the party which, of course, you can't partake in. It's not that you aren't having fun and meeting interesting people, but...

Let's put it this way: you are extremely horny during those months after the morning all-day sickness subsides, and Ari is not drinking in solidarity with you. What the hell else are you gonna do but find a random small room to pull your panties down just far enough for him to sink into you from behind? Is he supposed to stop himself from using one hand to support your faint baby bump? Is he gonna not use the other to furiously work your clit? Is he supposed to deny you two orgasms while he gets to watch you pinch at your bigger breasts from over your shoulder?

He's not a monster, so, yeah, he does all those things. He hasn't gotten the chance to figure out how to propose for real, but it works as a really intense turn-on for you, apparently, to hear him praise you as 'Mrs. Levinson' even just once when he whispers for you to be quiet. He does not actually care if you stay quiet, for the record. He kinda just wants the excuse to say it. If he's not mistaken, that made you come pretty fucking hard. Noted.

All in all, he is very courteous of the space, makes sure none of his cum drips out of you before replacing your panties, wipes himself with his handkerchief then pockets it so there's no trash (or evidence), and other than your hands braced on the wall at some point, nothing was touched. Also, Ari thought it was maybe the hottest sex of his life.

He is not, however, going to tell anyone that.

+1.

Out of necessity, you two don't spend much money on your wedding. It's a small (we are talking intimately small) Jewish ceremony followed by a huge backyard party with friends. It seemed more important to purchase Ari his coveted grill instead of investing too much in the pomp of a wedding. (Additionally, you couldn't really spend on even a small wedding until after getting a car fit to transport a baby, so Ari sold his beloved truck--to José, thank goodness--and you bought a bigger vehicle with a backseat. You are reluctantly driving now, but it's mainly in case of emergencies. The ultimate plan is for Ari to buy the truck back from José since his friend is also saving for a nicer car himself. It's all very tidy.)

The grill though! Ari's ecstatic. Now he can cook all sorts of stuff for you and little Rachel, your daughter, named after Ari's mother. Rachel, of course, can't eat anything from the grill yet, but that just gives Ari time to master his skills.

If the ceremony had been bigger, you two would have had the yichud--a bit of time together alone before leaving with your guests--but Rachel wakes up from a completely dead sleep in José's arms to demand attention...and you've got to get home to start cooking.

So it turns out that Ari doesn't have any chance to really converse much with you until Rachel is busy being passed around the guests outside and the food is all served. Dimitri is entertaining everyone by leading in lawn games. Ari takes his moment to steal you away to the bedroom.

He's not emotional he's extremely emotional, but he makes sure the first time he ever calls you Mrs. Levinson for real is while tenderly making love on your wedding day.

Well, the first time on your wedding day because there are a few more times after your guests leave and Rachel is put to bed. Just saying.

Ya know, I have never written any 3+1 or 5+1 fics... Huh. Didn't realize that until now.

Still have zero chill and posted anyway. So sue me, I like reading people's reactions as soon as possible...

Hope you enjoyed this bit of spice, and thank you for reading!

#ari levinson fanfiction #bedrock and blueprints #ari levinson x you #3+1 #ari levinson smut #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson fic #ari levinson fluff #fluff and romance #fluff and smut #fluff and feels #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader #chris evans characters #ari levinson drabble #ro answers

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Q!Max being right where you left me by Taylor Swift coded

Okay so I have a bit of time to write the highly anticipated (I doubt literally anyone cares but I neeeeed to talk about this even if i'm just screaming into the void) breakdown on how right where you left me by Taylor Swift is so q!Max coded it's actually outrageous.

"Friends break up, friends get married Strangers get born, strangers get buried Trends change, rumors fly through new skies But I'm right where you left me"

RIGHT OFF THE BAT, When the Spanish and English speakers arrived at the island, Max was one of the first islanders to begin building his base. He was, if i'm not mistaken, the first one to have the revolving base and had used the create mod for his windmill VERY early on. (Back to this later)

"Friends break up, friends get married" The Spanish and English speakers had barely settled in before Marianna broke up with Foolish on the very first day on the island. However, pretty much from the first day on the island there was a vibe between Foolish and Vegetta. There was a mutual respect and admiration for the building skills and a budding friendship blossomed that then became something more. Vegetta himself even saying that after they got paired up to take care of Leo that "you and me are predestined!" and Max has been very close friends with both Vegetta and Foolish since their first day on the island and so has been there for it all. He has also watched as Roier and Cellbit fell in love and got married. And was the judge at the Marianna and Slime trial for Juanna Flippa so had a front row seat to the MULTIPLE make-ups and break-ups they had just that day. All whilst he's just been on the sidelines, watching.

"Strangers get born" Then the eggs were introduced! "strangers get buried" Trumpet, Juanna flippa, Tilin and Bobby have since sadly passed away and despite the immense love the islanders feel for the eggs now, they were strangers, effectively dropped in their laps and told "here these are your responsibility now" Max experienced being given the responsibility of caring for this little egg and then the tragic loss of them. Alone. (RIP DanTDM who wandered away and was never seen again o7) Of course he had the support of his friends but they still had their eggs, the only people who could understand were grieving in their own ways so Max had to grieve through it alone.

And through all of this, Max is in his house with the windmill that he built so early on that became Trumpet's home and nothing has changed or moved except now the grave of his son is there too. Max is essentially "right where you left me"

"Still sitting in a corner I haunt Cross-legged in the dim light They say, "What a sad sight" I, I stayed there"

When Trumpet died, Max turned to food and alcohol to try and cope. BBH and Dapper were with him a lot, tried to help him and understand but grief is complicated and complex. Every time a loved one visited him there was such sadness having to see someone they cared about living this way "They say, "What a sad sight""

Once again going back to my first paragraph about Max being one of the first to completely build his base. After everything he has been through the past few months on the island. The loss of Trumpet, the forming of The Theory Bros, being visited by an unknown stranger on the island with blueprints, being killed by the code, building Sofia and bonding with her and beginning to see her as his daughter, losing her to Cellbit changing the access code, her then blue screening with no explanation or way to get her back, starting up his TV show, having to blow up the set for the tv show and along the way losing more eggs that loved him and called him Tio. Through EVERYTHING he still lives in that base from start. Where he bought Trumpet home and then lost him, where he was killed by the code and visited by the stranger and formed his base to theorise with theory bros.

At first I know it's like "well why wouldn't he stay there he put so much time and effort into building it" and that's true but let's look at the other islanders who have experienced significant loss/terrifying events. Slime moved SO far out to exile himself but has now made it a home and built a base there. He's been back to his original base once (I think) to grab some things from Flippa's room and that was an incredibly emotional and tough experience for him. Jaiden, similarly, moved incredibly far away after the loss of Bobby to build a new base as a way to both honour Bobby and allow her to heal. Roier moved in with Cellbit and has only recently (literally last night) went back into the tower he built with and for Bobby to show Richas some of the art in there. Even Cellbit and Forever moved out of the Favela after their big fall out over Richas' custody and Cellbit and Felps being kidnapped. All of these places were built and laboured over for hours and so much care and time went into them but they were attached to incredibly painful memories and grief. Yet. Max stays right there.

"At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right I, I could feel the mascara run You told me that you met someone Glass shattered on the white cloth Everybody moved on"

Max was caught so unaware by the Festa Junina wedding with Forever not being real. Max has very real feeling for Forever and he thought, and hoped that they were reciprocated and believed the wedding was real and meant something real for both of them. Afterwards he was told a couple of times by different people that the weddings held on that day aren't real but he still held onto hope that perhaps Forever felt the same way he did. He had to watch Forever pine after Phil and flirt with BBH. All whilst he is right where he was left, with his heart on his sleeve, just waiting to be loved back.

"You left me no choice but to stay here forever"

Everybody on the island seems to be moving, whether thats changing bases and building new things, and their life changing constantly. Max is still in his house, with the windmill that he's been at since day 1. Almost as if he is holding on to what life was then. There was no grief, no loss, no death. It was the beginning of a vacation and a new start! So he's staying right there, where he was left.

If even (1) person reads this entire thing, I'm sorry for how long it was but i hope you enjoyed it in some way!

#qsmp #qsmp maximus #qsmp rambling #AND HES NOW BEEN KIDNAPPED #LET HIM CATCH A BREAK PLEASE #this is so long im so sorry #taylor swift

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love is: a journey

you’ve recognized the universe’s lack of favor towards you, but you’ve yet to realize that it would still conspire for you. somehow.

✇༄ yoo kihyun x afab!reader

✇༄ mafia!au, fiancé!au — depictions of drinking alcohol — angst(?)

✇༄ paragraph format — 3.2K words

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chapter twelve, extended one: the start of reverse

You never once thought the universe was working against you. In fact, you unconsciously thought it was actually working for your favor.

At least, that was before your cousin Choi Seungcheol asked you to return the favor you owed him.

In the past, everything seemed to be going with your will. Everything that happened, regardless of whether it caused you happiness or not, happened in accordance to your personal wishes. Your job was fulfilling, as you hoped it would. Your relationship was long-lasting, which was more than you could hope for. Even the gambles that you previously took resulted in satisfactory outcomes as well — including the very last one.

However, specifically for your last gamble, the things you traded for lasted way shorter than you desired. It wasn’t not worth it, but it wasn’t that worth it, either. You didn’t regret making such choice especially since it guaranteed your daughter’s safety, but it’d be lie to say you would make the exact choice if you were given another chance. Definitely, if you had an opportunity for a do-over, you would insist that Seungcheol couldn’t marry you off to a mafia.

Or else, just like this time, all your efforts to get away would’ve just gone to waste.

"Seungcheol—"

"S. Coups," your cousin corrected pointedly.

"No," you denied. You called him by his real name on purpose, after all: as far as you were concerned, you asked for your cousin’s help — not for his alter ego’s. It was a favor for a relative, not a client bounded by a contract.

You were prepared for the possible extremes he could’ve asked of you, of course, since you knew his personalities intertwined far too much. Still, as a favor from a relative, you merely expected him to ask you something minor, if ever he asked you something mafia-related — like, for instance, going as a distraction on a mission or even designing a blueprint for SVT’s new house.

Generally, you expected nothing that involved permanent ties to the mafia. And certainly not as a pawn for an alliance through marriage.

"You may know all our civilian names, Sea, but that’s still a classified information until the alliance has been finalized." You heard him put a slight emphasis on your codename, presumably to prove a point.

Your own codename wasn’t a ‘thing’ until after you lived under SVT’s protection. It was their way covering your identity, rather than completely hiding you — especially since the latter might arose suspicions. In that way, you just seemed like another member of SVT — and not someone who was running from a life.

The8 — or Minghao, as you know him as — was the one responsible for your codename. Taking his own pseudonym as an inspiration, which signified the infinite possibilities of his capabilities, he eventually came up with Sea.

Sea: not as wide as ocean, but just as mysterious. Your appearance wouldn’t reveal any sunken ships you might be hiding, but you certainly had a life or two to protect. A point where the ocean meets the land, similar to how you served as a connection to the civilian world for S. Coups.

Sea. In public, that was who you were to SVT. In close doors, however, you were still [first name]. Seungcheol’s only cousin who accepted his mafia life. Their civilian, architect friend. And Kian’s mapa.

"You don’t trust them enough to tell them your names, and yet you trust them enough to watch over my daughter?" No one had an answer to that, mostly because there was no right reply without sounding dismissive. Your life revolved around your daughter, but theirs revolved around their business. Your priorities weren’t exactly the same, so it wasn’t fair to expect one another to completely agree — even if you all collectively care for Kian.

In the five minutes you spent with SVT and MX, aka your cousin’s gang’s future official allies, you did your very best not to look straight in front of you. Unfortunately, within the first minute, you already stroke on your personal mission.

And, as it seemed, you were fated to fail your mission completely way before the ten-minute mark. "Do you really not trust me that much?"

For the second time in years, you met Ryuki’s eyes. "I trust you more than you think."

chapter thirteen: the collateral damages

In the past, you never referred to Ryuki as his codename whenever you talked about him to SVT. He had always been just Kihyun. Not that it was done on purpose, like to protect the blur between his identities, but purely because you never saw him as anything but.

Albeit you had existed in the same square space as Ryuki before, you never really interacted with him directly — save for your very last encounter then. However, even with your former fiancé’s adamant refusal to well-acquaint you with his alter ego, you still were able to distinguish the differences between his personalities.

For one, Ryuki lacked the warmth Kihyun always gave off. Nor the illusion that he wouldn’t be able to hurt a single living thing. Kihyun also radiated a sense of security and safety — a complete opposite to the aura Ryuki possessed. Not to mention his inability to look at you with anything other than adoration.

And, by some twist of fate, your whole relationship with Kihyun was about to be rewritten — with Ryuki taking his place.

Now, Ryuki was all he would ever be.

To further prove your suspicions that the universe was no longer on your side, you were essentially forced to live with MX even before your wedding — solely to be "better reacquainted," as your cousin kindly put it. Really, it was thanks to Choi Seungcheol that you were now feeling like you had arrived in Hell.

No, the MX members weren’t mistreating you nor anything of that sort. Rather, most of them opted to treat you coldly at first. Once they were used to your constant presence, though, they eventually started warming up. Unsurprisingly, the only exceptions to the thawing hearts were Hoseok, Hyungwon, and Ryuki: the first two because theirs was never frozen to begin with and the latter because it was too frozen to be thawed.

"When will you stop fighting with hyung?" At the present, you were out spending quality time with Changkyun and Wonwoo. They essentially had to drag you with them without Kian attached to your hip, since you prefer spending all of your free time with your daughter by your side. It wasn’t like they had anything against her but, rather, they just want you to take a rest from being a parent for a night.

You shook your head slightly. "I told him to blame everything on me when I left." You took a swing of your shot glass then, feeling the burning sensation on your throat. "But just because I basically told him to treat me that way, it doesn’t mean I would just stand there and say nothing back."

You suddenly remembered the first words you said to him when you saw each other again. I trust you more than you think. You never had the chance to elaborate on that — not that you would, anyway. No one had to understand why you personally urged him to hate your entire being and still continued to do so after your re-engagement. All that mattered, really, was never having him regret harboring negative feelings towards you all these years.

You might’ve not trusted him — his lifestyle, specifically — to be around Kian, but you trusted him enough to leave you be and never look for you. Your ultimate goal, after all, was to have him live his life to the fullest still — even after you left.

Yet, of course, with S. Coups’ intervention, you had no choice but to improvise.

"Is it really difficult to make up with him?"

"I’m not the one you should be asking that question to." It wasn’t like you didn’t have an answer to Wonwoo’s question. You did, but you know they wouldn’t like it, so it was best to just put the pressure off of you by giving them nothing concrete. You didn’t necessarily lie with your reply though because, no matter what your personal opinion was, by the end of the day, the decision still had to come from the one who was hurt.

And, as much as you were hurt by your own decision, that person just wasn’t you.

"Do you still love him?" You could no longer count how many times someone asked you a variation of that question ever since you came back. Perhaps you should’ve expected it since even Hoseok asked you that when you first met him again, but alas.

Unfortunately for Changkyun, you didn’t want to be entirely honest as you did with Hoseok all those years ago. "Does it matter?"

It was quite strange for Changkyun to give up easily, but he only heaved a sigh after hearing your reply and didn’t say anything else to press on the matter. It might be a reach to say, but you wouldn’t be too surprised if you unknowingly echoed someone close to him.

Not that you care or whatsoever.

"Well," Wonwoo filled in for the other’s silence, "you two will need to put a better front because Kian is not getting any younger."

You and Ryuki never quarreled in front of your daughter. You didn’t have any verbal agreements in regards to that matter, but rather you two just somehow unconsciously agreed that Kian didn’t need to know you didn’t get along. Thus, as a result, you two act friendly to each other when she’s around and only gave one another snide remarks when she wasn’t.

Truth be told, your regular fights with Ryuki wasn’t that bad. It was only backhanded comments here and there, mixed with snide remarks. For the most part, besides your overlapping quality time with Kian, you two stay at least ten feet away from each other at all times. However, your verbal quarrels often spark whenever you exist within the same room, so — out of consideration for the others — you two try not to be within the same space if Kian wasn’t there either.

Thus, as a result, cold shoulders were also prevalent between you and Ryuki.

Frankly, you could say you two were handling everything the best way you could. As far as you were aware, you two had no slip ups yet in front of Kian.

But, of course, that was mostly because your daughter was still young. As she mature, she is bound to notice the cold tension between her parents. Sooner or later, she is bound to walk in on you two fighting — and comprehend that your façade was all it was.

Wonwoo had a point, a strong one at that, but you didn’t want to tell him that. So you just drank.

chapter fourteen: the start of pretending

You had warned Changkyun and Wonwoo that alcohol hadn’t entered your system since you found out about Kian. You had told them explicitly that you were unsure if your alcohol tolerance was still the same — or if it had worsen since. Yet, despite your warning, the duo still insisted that you’d be fine.

Thankfully, it didn’t take much convincing from them before you loosened up and gave in.

And pretty soon, you were already resting your head on the cold table — fast asleep.

To your credit, you lasted longer than either of your companions thought, especially with how hard you insisted in the beginning that your alcohol tolerance had lowered over the years. You did get drunk a bit quicker than you used to, but they could easily attribute that to the speed you drank. They understood you hadn’t had the chance to release the tension in your shoulders in a long while, so neither of them counted your enthusiasm against you.

Unfortunately, both Changkyun and Wonwoo later decided to use your current state for an agenda possibly benefiting their beloved niece.

"[First name], wake up." The figure first tapped you on the shoulder, then proceeded to shake you lightly when the first approach didn’t seem to work. "You can’t sleep here all night. Wake up."

It took them a few tries, but you eventually stirred. "Hu—huh? Where’s," you started to slur after you raised your head, "Kyunnie and— and Wonnie?"

You whipped your head towards all sides, trying to locate your drinking buddies, but that action only made you dizzier. "Wonwoo had to drop off Changkyun to Hayeon’s place."

You instantly pouted, "I want to go to Hayeonie’s place, too." You then laid your head down once more before you continued to mumble, "But I don’t want to be there if Kyunnie’s there, too. They’ll be all lovey—"

"[First name]," the person prevented you from closing your eyes, "we have to go."

However, just when you seemed like you were about to budge from your seat, you merely stared directly into the eyes of the person in front of you. "Who are you?"

"Excuse me?"

"I asked, ‘who are you?’" You repeated, your head slightly tilted and your eyes curious. "I just want to make our relationship clear."

"I’m— I’m Kihyun."

"Are you sure?" Somehow, even in your intoxicated state, you were still able to catch the uncertainty in his voice.

"I am Kihyun," he replied with more conviction, "but you always call me Ryuki. Is that what I’m supposed to reply instead?"

"Depends," you supported your head with your palm as you continued to hold his stare. "Did you come here as Kihyun? Or as Ryuki?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course!" You replied in a louder voice almost in an instant, without the need to think about it. "I treat Kihyun and Ryuki very differently."

You let your eyes close for a bit as you gave him a moment to think. Then, just before you can doze off once more, you finally heard him talk again. "Just for tonight, can I be Kihyun to you?"

You didn’t know what was running inside his head. You didn’t know what his thought process was, nor how he arrived at that conclusion.

What you did know, however, was his answer made you unfathomably happy.

"Okay." You finally stood up from the bar stool, with your eyes suddenly bright. "Hold my hand."

"Wha— what?"

"Hold my hand, Yoo Kihyun," you repeated, moving your outreached hand closer to him. "And don’t let go."

Perhaps, you were just too out of it, but it didn’t even surprise you he when actually took your hand and interlocked his fingers with yours.

Just like he used to.

chapter fifteen: the rewind

The MX house was modestly called as such. In reality, the MX house was more like an estate — with two multi-storied mansions connected through a terrace and with a yard spanning in all directions. Due to its size, stairs weren’t the only form of platform built within to go from level to level — or even from one side to the other.

Given the nature of MX, every second wasted could mean a lesser chance at survival. Thus, it was even more essential to install another, more time-efficient method of transport. However, the elevators weren’t only heaven-sent during life-and-death situations. For one, they literally just saved Kihyun hours of work trying to coax you up the stairs in your drunken state.

"Are you happy, Kihyun?" You asked out of the blue as Kihyun undid the last knot of your laces and removed your shoes completely.

By that point, you were beyond exhausted. You barely had any will power to open your eyes, let alone keep your head up. Kihyun literally had to hold you close in the elevator because your legs could no longer hold your weight and you needed his shoulder to rest your head on.

". . . I could be happier."

In contrast to his obvious hesitancy, your reply came after a mere beat. "I want you to be the happiest." There nothing but sincerity in your voice, but you still comprehended him making a noise of disbelief before he stepped away from you. "What? Was that so hard to believe?"

Kihyun now stood a distance away from you. Even so, you had no trouble recognizing the expression he now wore. "Then why did you leave?" Especially since it was the same one he had when he asked, Where did I go wrong? Did I not love you enough? "If— if you really wanted me to be the happiest, then why did you leave?"

You had expected this. You had expected that he would eventually crack and ask the most suffocating elephant in the room. And yet . . . you never expected him to do so while you were intoxicated.

Admittedly, you were more sober now than when he picked you up from the bar. However, with sleepiness about to takeover, you weren’t on your right mind still. Which also meant your thoughts-to-words filter wasn’t currently secured in place.

"So you never had to worry about me and Kian. And our safety." You had never admitted those words with sober lips, not even to any of SVT. Whenever they — along with MX — asked you about the same matter, you always just iterated how you wanted Kian to grow up safe and away from the mafia. You never once informed them nor hinted that your resolve actually had more than you were willing to say out loud. "So you can be happy without any worries."

You were SVT’s Sea, after all: someone who was simultaneously hiding treasures and shipwrecks underneath. Someone who could potentially brew a storm to save the lives under your protection.

In your own way, you were just doing your best to protect both Kihyun and Kian. Even if it meant hurting the former to better protect the latter.

"You should sleep on your stomach tonight." You didn’t miss how the hint of warmth in his voice dropped a few degrees.

As if he was back to being Ryuki.

You proceeded to pretend not to care with each step he took, closer to door and farther away from you. However, when you heard the door open, you couldn’t help but to ask one last question before he could actually step out of your room.

"Are you still Kihyun?"

You could tell he was taken aback, even if your eyes weren’t on him. "Excuse me?"

"If you’re still Kihyun," you raised your head to meet his eyes, "stay with me."

You didn’t know what urged you to ask that of him. He obviously didn’t take your revelation kindly, so it was almost a no brainer to assume that he would rather not see you more than he needed to. And yet . . .

You didn’t know what ran inside his head. You didn’t know what his thought process was, nor how he arrived at his resolve.

All you knew was, you slept the moon away as you hold onto him.

And, when the sun rose, your memories of the night before vanished from view like the stars.

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

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Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER TWO: LOVE TO LAST LIFETIMES

"It's the energy source, I'm telling you. It needs to be stronger."

"I never called you a liar. I just don't understand how our conversation got here. I said this drink is shitty and you started reading from a whole other book. Flying cars got nothin' to do with rum,'' regardless of your complaints, you take another swing from your glass, arms crossed over the sticky counter while Howard continues to rant about god knows what.

"I told you earlier the rum at this place is watered down," he waves a dismissive hand at you, pointing a finger to the papers he's laid out on the table. For a second, he surveys the bustling bar before leaning closer with a whisper," you know what would be an excellent power source when we get our hands on it?"

You still don't look at him nor his blueprints, eyes still focused forward," 'when'? You're rather optimistic, don't you think?"

"It's called looking to the future. Maybe you should try it sometime instead of being such a downer," you roll your eyes at his childish insult.

"I am."

"You are?"

"Sure am," you nod your head forward while taking another sip. Howard follows the direction of your stone gaze, making a face before signaling to the bartender.

"Didn't know you had eyes for Rogers," he comments nonchalantly.

"Not Rogers, knucklehead. His buddy."

Across the bar sit two tall soldiers, completely unaware that they've earned your undivided attention. One anyone could recognize as Captain America, although he's more intimately known as Steve Rogers; a once small toothpick of a boy who's recently become an American staple after some experiments you helped oversee. He's chuckling at something his friend says while sitting to his side with a pressed smile. You may not know who this friend of Cap's is, but you're able to deduce him as another soldier; a mighty fine looking one at that.

"Barnes?"

"You know him and you didn't introduce me? Some brother you are."

"What am I supposed to do? Introduce you to every guy I met?"

"Well, when they're hot like that. Don't you always want me to introduce you to the good lookin' gals I know?" You shoot back, making him scowl halfheartedly while taking a drink from the beer the bartender sets in front of him. Setting your own glass down, you fix your hair and readjust your uniform's tie," how do I look?"

Howard doesn't even look at you, merely dipping the beer bottle away from his lips with a smirk," like a Stark on a mission."

"Damn right," with that, you push yourself off the bar stool to begin weaving through the sea of strangers straight towards your target.

While you aren't necessarily a constant flirt like your notorious brother, you can definitely shine whenever someone manages to catch your fancy. There's been plenty of times where cute guys have caught your interest, but the true test is to see if they can keep it because unlike your brother who's perfectly content with one night stands and short flings, you're looking for something long term. You have no intentions of getting wrapped up being some guy's arm candy or bragging right. Looks are only a third of the score. You want a guy with a good personality who will remain true and the only way to test that is by some harmless flirting that surveys the field.

Steve's a goodhearted guy. A bit too innocent for his own good, but that just makes it even harder to believe he'd hang out with any jackasses which means you've already got a better chance with his friend than some random swigger at the bar.

"'evening boys," You announce your presence with a smile before stealing the seat next to Steve," I'm guessing your drink must not be that great either considering you haven't drank much."

"So it is just that bad, huh? Honestly alcohol hasn't tasted that strong for me since the serum, so I figured my taste was off," he mentions, spinning his glass which causes the dark liquor to twirl.

"'should report that side effect. Might be a real deal breaker for the next super soldier," you joke, playfully nudging the blond before your eyes raise to his friend. You reach a hand across the counter to him," don't believe we've met before. Hollie."

He smiles, taking your hand without hesitation and kissing your knuckles like a gentleman much to your delight," James Buchanan Barnes. Pleasure to meet you, doll."

"Long name."

"Call me Bucky," he smirks," and what's a pretty dame like you doing in the military?"

Steve answers for you while raising his glass to his lips to take a rather long drink; he must know how this goes," Hollie's a part of the SSR and worked on Project Rebirth. She's Howard Stark's sister."

"So, you're a smart gal I take it?"

"One of the smartest you'll ever know," you agree with pride," couldn't let my brother have all the fun with this stuff. Gotta admit I've never been a big fan of experimenting with weapons, but a super soldier is different. Unlike a gun that can be held by just about anyone, a super soldier is a human with ration and emotion. So long as the right candidate is carefully chosen, there's promise for great achievements and I'd say Roger's here is the perfect fit for the role. Of course, he's only been on one mission so far, but he hasn't blown up yet which is more than I can say for some other Stark Industry experiments."

Steve rolls his eyes," you're very reassuring."

"That's why it's important to report symptoms. Just because your a brick wall and not a toothpick anymore doesn't mean issues can't arise," you warn more seriously before returning to your previous topic," anyways...The scientific achievements offer a nice rush, but I also heard the military's a great place for scouting out all the good lookin' gents, so joining is a win-win."

"You find a guy of your fancy yet?" Bucky asks with a raised eyebrow and you smirk.

"Think so. 'still testing to see how it plays out, though. Most don't tend to stick around for long; ‘been told I'm too picky."

"Well, with your looks and brain, I'd say you have the right to be."

"Think so?"

He hums, fighting back his own smirk as he finishes his scotch. He turns his head for a moment, listening to the laughter and music coming from the other side of the room where other soldiers are clearly enjoying themselves," you ever dance?"

"I've only been dancing once a year ago. 'didn't go too well," you're sugar coating that. The guy was blackout drunk, stepped on your toes about a dozen times, then got upset when you didn't want to end the night at his house. You haven't even been on a date since due to everything that's been going on.

"Maybe you just need a different partner. One that knows how to treat you right."

"Is that a request?"

"Depends on the answer."

A smile is brought to your lips by both the smug way he looks to you and the clear discomfort Steve's in being caught in between the two of you," I think I'll take you up on that offer then, Barnes."

You're not sure what you expected, but definitely not this. Your first experience dancing with a guy must've just set your bar too low because it feels illegal to be having this much fun dancing Bucky.

While you might not be much of a dancer yourself, he patiently walks you through each move with a pep in his step and his hand appropriately placed on your back. As you get a hang of the movements, you both manage to flow more freely, stepping and twirling to the beat of the music echoing in the background, although, you admittedly don't hear much of it through your own laughter and flirtatious remarks.

Your cheeks hurt from all the smiling you've done, not that you find the time to mind. You're not even exactly sure how long you've been dancing for. As couples cycle off the dancefloor, the two of you remain, eventually moving on from your casual flirting to sharing a conversation filled with details of your lives.

Bucky tells you about growing up in Brooklyn as the eldest of four children and even brags about having had some of the highest grades in his class, apparently being 'something of a genius' himself, although he blushes when you quiz him on some simple physics. He avoids any answers by quickly moving onto some stories about Steve which you think is adorable.

In return, you tell him about your close bond with your brother and how you've both gone from children of a fruit salesmen and seamstress to multi-millionaire inventors. To your surprise, where most guys tend to be put off by your science and business talk, Bucky's eyes light up as he floods you with questions about recent experiments, particularly the flying car he seen at the Stark Expo. You roll your eyes in remembrance to your earlier conversation with Howard, but smile nonetheless as you explain how it should work.

Of course, as much as you'd like to spend the rest of your life dancing with Bucky, time's arrow marches forward not to mention you have some experiments to catch up on in the morning. Even so, you don't loosen grip on Bucky's arm just yet as he escorts you off the dancefloor; you'd rather soak moment up as long as you can.

"You were right, Sergeant. I did just need a different partner."

"Told ya', doll. I know my way around these things."

"A lady's man, are you?"

"Only got one lady on my mind and she puts all the others to shame," he's smug, but as he's shown tonight, he knows how to not pass that line from flirting to being cocky much to your appreciation.

"Think it'll stay that way?" You ask hopefully as he stops in front of you, moving his arm from your grip to hold your hands in his.

"Don't know. Think you won't get tired of a simple guy like me? I gotta be honest: I exaggerated just a little when I said I'm a genius."

"Don't know," you repeat, batting your eyelashes," but I'd say you've got a pretty damn good chance seeing how you've got me swooning after just one dance. Keep it up Barnes and I'll have no choice but to be yours."

Bucky smiles at this, lifting your hand to his lips to press another kiss to the back of it just as he had at the start of the night," I'm making it personal mission then...Will we meet again soon?"

He's hopeful and so are you," of course."

You keep the same giddy look on your face until he's out the door, your heart fluttering with achievement. Spinning on your heel, you hurry around the bar in search for a familiar face you know you've seen not too long ago. Once spotting him, you make a straight shot over, interrupting the card game he's playing with the other soldiers to gain his attention," hey Rogers?"

The blond puts down another card before picking up his gaze to you with a raised eyebrow, already knowing he should be worried about what you're going to say based on that mischievous glint in your eyes," yeah, Stark?"

You press your pointer finger to his chest, your smirk dripping with determination," I'm gonna marry your best friend so be prepared."

NEXT CHAPTER➡️

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Achilles Come Down

Chapter One: Journey to the Past

~Present Time~

Percy looked over the room at the darkness that covered the Ziggurat but he could spot where he stood when Orthax took over him. When he started to feel the need to enact his revenge for his family on the Briarwoods and finish his list of killing who caused his family deaths and his pain. It was just another wrong in his list of fuck ups he has done in his life starting with believing he could've grown up to be inventor and alchemist while being a noble who would've found love with someone else. But that one day of the family dinner with the Briarwoods ended that dream of growing up with his family and meeting all of his nieces and nephews.

He thought of his actions of becoming a heartless, and emotionless killer for revenge. The way he killed the carriage driver with no forgiveness or mercy as he was just another person who was tortured and controlled by the Briarwoods. He had no mercy for the people he killed just to get close to Ripley and the Briarwoods just to be captured but was found by Vox Machina. His friends weren't just friends but his family didn't give up on him when he was controlled by Orthax and was accepting of coming to Whitestone to stop the Briarwoods and bring justice to his family. He thought Vax and how he was so accepting of his faults and past to a point he loved him and married him not just once but twice after their first wedding was basically an elopement considered by nobility which explains the second wedding for publicity and to prove the marriage to the public. He feels like he failed Vax. He shouldn't be in love with him. He is a mess, a failure, a murderer, a mortal, and most of all a disappointment to Vox Machina.

He started looking at his gun in his hand loaded and ready to fire any moment. His gun that he created with help by Orthax although unknown to him until it was told to him. This weapon should’ve been never created as it is dangerous and should be erased with him. But it can’t as Ripley started spreading them all over the world and gave the blueprints to other inventors to make. These weapons are creating death, fear, and grief to everyone that is around them and being used against by the wrong people. He should’ve kept the gun hidden away from Ripley to never see it and get interested in it. He put the gun to his head ready to pull the trigger on himself to end it all but he stops as he thinks of the grief and pain he will bring to his family. Or at least the people who shouldn’t have saved him from that jail cell so long ago.

“Do it Percival you know you want to end it here away from your friends. If they really cared for you they would’ve been here by now to stop you.” The old familiar voice of Orthax in his head said. He looked up in fear to see the same smoke figure of Orthax in front of him. He shouldn’t be here, his contract is broken, he has no way of being here. So why is he here now in front of him saying to kill himself and he started feeling the possession that Orthax had on him. At the moment as Orthax appeared Vax with the rest of Vox Machina appeared running in ready to stop him from doing.

“Percy stop this isn’t you please don’t kill yourself!” Vax yelled not seeing Orthax in front of Percy. Percy turned to look at him with tears and fear in them he thought he wouldn’t be found before he did it. He didn’t want them to see him at his lowest point and as he went to put down the gun to run to them. Orthax forces him to hold it there and move a finger on the trigger. Percy knows he is unable to fight him so he turns to Vax and looks him in the eyes and then back to Orthax to give a hint that he isn’t in control at the moment. Vax used his death ward armor to run up the steps of the Ziggurat to get to Percy. Vax looks at Percy’s eyes and realizes he is afraid and that he is trying to tell him something.

“Percy put down the gun and away from the ledge please Freddy for me.” Vax said, reaching up to Percy’s location. Orthax made Percy walk nearer to the edge ready to have Percy throw himself off the edge to plummet down to his death. Vax stops and puts his hands up in surrender . At this point he could see the form of Orthax over Percy’s shoulder and that in one of Percy’s eyes is black with an orange iris.

“Freddy, you need to fight him, you won against him before you can do it again. Please come away from the edge and put down the gun.” Vax said hoping to get Percy’s hope back in him to fight Orthax but he knows Percy’s mental and physical state is not in top shape after not eating, drinking and sleeping for many days. He will need Pike to help him fight Orthax off for control.

“I can’t put it down Vax I wish I can but I won’t put you through this pain of loving me. I am just a broken, heartless, a murderer, a disappointment and worse of all a human. How can you love me when I will die first out of everyone here including you? I won't be able to see you for years and I probably won’t be in Elysium. I will probably be put down in Nine Hells for my crimes against humanity. I am not a hero or good soul. I don't deserve or earned my right to go to Elysium that is a place for you, and Vox Machina. I am just someone who slows everyone else down, who is tainted by a demon forever. I am not the right man for you to love if anyone you should’ve loved is Gilmore. He fits you more than I do. I am not your perfect soulmate or even a perfect husband. I have not shown a drop of love to you in months. How can you still love me when I have almost killed you so many times simply by my presence nearby. I could’ve killed you that day in the hallway in the jail when we were rescuing Archie. I’m sorry I am very sorry for putting you through this pain but I do not regret it.” Percy says as he pulls the trigger and falls down to the steps tumbling down them breaking many bones and his glasses on the stone. “Percy No!” Vax yells as he rushes to catch him but fails and falls on the stone watching his body fall and tumble.

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*aims gartling gun at u* 💋💖🍑📀 for either gwyn or belial!!!

TWO OF THEM .

💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why?

Belial isnt reeally touchy, usually. aside from being Vertically Challenged they tend to express their love through words. Eloquently telling you how much you mean to them, or giving words of encouragement, or making people laugh. It's easier for them physically and mentally. (hard to bear hug someone when ur 2 foot tall.)

Maelgwyn is VERY physically affectionate with romantic partners. Little bit less so with friends. He'll bear hug good good friends and clap his drinking buddy on the shoulder real hard. He's actually super snuggley with his romantic partners. He's not good at telling people his emotions or being vulnerable like that whatsoever. Touch is way easier for him.

💖 Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way?

Belial has been in love a few times in their life. Usually platonic. They don't actually remember the people because it was during their early asura college years. Present-day they've been married to a Sylvari woman named Ren for about decade now. It happened very naturally and very Asura, they were basically like "plantwoman who gives me fuckin' stELLAR ideas do u wanna get asura married to trIPLE THE IDEAS??? i can show u so mANY COOL GOLEM DESIGNS" (ren said yes- she loves belial very much and also :O COOL GOLEM DESIGNS???? we're tripling those ideas rIGHT NOW.) they're very happy together.

Maelgwyn's answer

🍑 Where is your OC’s favourite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them?

Belial's safe place is their at home workshop an hour out of Rata Sum. They get to tinker and make blueprints and Ren is there, they get to share stories with her and it's just great. Their favorite memory in that workshop is the little garden-tending golem design they came up with with Ren's help, just for her plants that all over the estate. The golems are shaped like Fern Hounds and they do all the Good Stuff for plants.

Maelgwyn's favorite place to calm down for a bit is a tie between a secret oasis nearby his home, and his bed. bed good because bed soft and right there. However his favorite memory is in that oasis. The first time he tried to open up to someone since Jasmeen left. The first time someone welcomed it in a long fucking time. Nights spent at that place with trahearne are his favorite memories. although his bed has some fucking gREAT memories too

📀 How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?

Belial is a master of bullshitting. You cannot fool them with words. They will Know. They will also Inspect your ass to make sure they're right about you. If they are you get outta here with that buLLSHIet. If they're wrong about you "my bad dude u can never be too careful and you did phrase it a lil weird but thats alright :thumbsup:" Belial is absolutely trustworthy- they love a lil prank now and again but no one will pull through for you like Belial will. I'd say Belial trusts other people about average.

Maelgwyn is very feral cat coded sometimes. He doesn't truly trust other people much at all. He'll act completely average, bout the same as anyone else. But inside you have to really show you mean it if you want him to trust you. He's pretty savvy, it's not easy to lie to him, but like anyone, if you play the right cards you could get to him. Maelgwyn is a very trustworthy person as well. He's one of the first people refugees get pointed towards.

✧.*[ASK GAME]✧.*

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i have so many complicated fears right now.

aro, ace, and agender

these are the words that most closely describe who i am, still without being totally or consistently correct all the time. they're the closest words i have.

I'm divorced. i discovered i was queer in a cishet marriage. i have discovered so many things about myself since then.

one thing i do know is that relationships are scary. I've been in many, and i have trauma from nearly all of them. my mind is hard on me. i blame myself for so much.

i don't know how to navigate this friendship i have.

on one hand, you could call it queerplatonic. maybe a romantic friendship. maybe a lesbian companionship. maybe a whole host of other words. i wouldn't really call her my girlfriend no matter how many times we kiss or have sex or hold hands or cuddle or cry together. i don't have an aversion to that word, but given the context of our relationship, given that we are openly just doing things as they come and walking together in this strange queerness, i don't think girlfriend really describes her at all to me. she is my friend. the someone i like to admire and see, especially when she doesn't notice. i like to think about us in a home somewhere, separate but together, free and connected, companions without coercion or force. there have been times i looked at her and just knew she was so pretty and beautiful that i wanted to be married to her. I've had many dreams that we were young and married, in the most queer way i can imagine, in a way i cannot possibly explain, one that makes sense to me without ever having a wedding ceremony, like we were just always married, like we just looked at each other and held hands and were married as friends and that was that. she doesn't feel like a soulmate, but she does feel important.

and when it comes to the rest of the world, outside my own head, i don't know how to navigate any of that. i don't know how to really explain it to anyone, say it aloud, or even walk through the world this way. i know how I feel, and i don't know if the world will ever get it. i just like my companions. i like my buddies. there's no word for her that works right. there's never a word that works just right. she has short blonde hair that frames her face in a bob and she smiles the best in green and i love it when she comes out of her shell and is her whole self.

she's thinking of moving a state away, and that was a moment that scared me. i was already scared when we had sex again after agreeing not to. i don't want my same tragedy to reoccur, like my old marriage rearing it's ugly head. i don't want my traumatized self to come out and hurt her. i know there are so many things in me that are afraid. i don't want to lose a friend. I've had dreams of living with her almost since we met, just because it seemed like she would be someone I'd enjoy seeing regularly. i have fears about long distance relationships. i have fears about all of the things that could possibly happen.

it is so much and i never really expected to feel the things i do now. i never expected to really be here. it's not the same as i would have wanted years ago. it's closer to what i really want now. but it's also just confusing. there's no blueprint, no map. i followed all the markers and waypoints for cishet alloromantic allosexual monogamy. i did everything right and it didn't work for me. i don't know how to follow this new path. society did not teach me how to forge my own path. i am afraid. i want things to go well. i want to feel close to people. i want to feel appreciated and loved. i want to feel free and love myself. i want to feel connected to myself and others. how i accomplish that here, i do not know. all i know how to do is to be honest. regardless of how i label any of it anymore. i can only be as honest as possible. and that is scary.

imagine showing someone the worst parts of you. she sees me as gentle, wise even. i know what to say when she is struggling. I've been through enough therapy that it's starting to stick. but i still know there are things deep in me, things i don't like. i don't ever want to hurt her. i don't want to lash out. i don't want to treat her poorly. she deserves so much better than that.

we talked about dancing like idiots at a wedding. not at ours, but at someone else's. i don't know if i ever want to have a wedding in any traditional sense. i want it to just be us choosing. i don't want other people's opinions about our love or matrimony or couplehood or anything else. i don't want in-laws, i don't want to be forced to like anyone or get along with anyone. i don't want to separate her from her family, nor do I want to hide her from mine. i think my mom would love her. i think my mom would love to see me happy. i want us to be individuals who choose to spend our time together, not doing so out of any sense of obligation. i want us to choose that always, every time. never forced. i want us to show up exactly how we want, each of us. i want us to be able to back up and out if needed. i want us to feel what we feel without shame or guilt or embarrassment. i just want us to exist how we are, and i really hope that can still be together sometimes. i want us to walk together sometimes. maybe a lot. as often as feels good for both of us.

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affectionately-frankie · 1 year

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haha sorry for disappearing again, anyway i’ve been thinking

i don’t think Martha Ramsay was a good guardian to Frances. i used to believe she must’ve been the best aunt in the world, but looking at the facts it seems she only took Fanny it out of family duty, not for any other reason.

-- Martha named her third daughter Frances, which seems weird since she was already raising a child named Frances. this combined with the fact that she didn’t name any of her sons John, presumably because her stepson’s name was John. if she didn’t reuse the name John, why did she reuse the name Frances?

-- i don’t think we’ve thought in detail about the fact that Fanny *ran off to Europe* to marry some guy, and after her divorce she didn’t go back to live with the people who raised her. we know Fanny stayed in England, we know her son was taken to Scotland. maybe she stayed to get to know her mother’s side of the family, but we have no proof of that. i don’t think we even have any surviving correspondence between Fanny and the Ramsays, which of course could’ve been lost, but it’s still odd.

-- Martha’s diary doesn’t mention her children a whole lot. the only times i can remember is A) Eleanor (b. 1787) keeping a diary and reading the bible to Martha after Henry Laurens’ death, B) Patty (Martha Jr, b. 1789) falling into a fireplace and sending letters to Martha’s friends pretending to be her mother, C) baby Frances’ (b. 1790, d. 1791) death, which is mentioned several times, and finally d) she talks about visiting her dying father with her baby daughter Kitty (b. 1792). even when Fanny runs off and elopes, Martha doesn’t mention her by name ever. she doesn’t mention Francis Jr either, even though that *technically* would’ve been her first grandchild, and the only one born while she was alive. she talks about Francis Sr in letters, but not in her diary, presumably where she should mention him the most.

-- i’m pretty sure she mentions her sister Mary’s kids in her diary more than Fanny. thinking about it now, i don’t think Fanny is mentioned in her diary AT ALL. again, like i said, she doesn’t talk about her children a lot in her diary, it still feels weird that she mentions children she had no custody over way more than the children she did.

-- it’s always said that Martha and David gave Fanny a good education, which is true. i’m pretty sure there’s a source that says Frances was the blueprint of how they raised their other children, which is a really weird way to put it. and i shouldn’t feel like i have to say it, but education ≠ affection.

anyway, there could 100% be sources i’m missing. admittedly, i’ve always had a really difficult time tracking down Martha’s correspondence beyond a few quotes, so if someone knows where to find them i would greatly appreciate it!

#Frances Eleanor Laurens #Martha Laurens #martha laurens ramsay #frances laurens #sorry i keep disappearing #i'm gone more often than your dad is #btw in case anyone checks this i'll be making a bigger post about this in the future #but i'm gonna be switching my username soon #mostly because i think people have the false assumption that i'm a girl because my username is based on frances #so i'll be switching it to something francis jr related

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skeleton-in-a-hoodie · 7 months

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So how do you do a make a villan like I have this idea of a gang of brother as villains but I don't know how der coing to cotracst whit the heros

Been thinking this over for the past few days. I've put it under a readmore cause it gets a bit long.

Personally when I make a villain, I think about what the plot and themes of the story will be and how the villain would fit into it, and then ask myself what do I need this character to do and why they'd do that. If they're an au version of a character, it also helps to look at their canon counterpart and ask what they'd do if put in the same situation - that way you can use the original version of them as a blueprint.

Going to use some examples from fics I've written to explain this fully.

Victor Falco/ Rat King in DDMG: The Pied Piper of New York

Themes: Love vs possession, abuse

What the character does: Threatens the main cast, forces Splinter and Mikey's brothers to work together, highlights that 'dead doesn't mean gone' doesn't just apply to good people/ not all spirits in the au will be good people

Canon version: Starts out a manipulative prick who mutated his own friend, turns into someone who is obsessed with control and controlling Splinter in particular

So in DDMG, he becomes a ghost that is built around control and the literal desire to possess others. He doesn't care about consent or harming others, and enjoys violating people's boundaries left right and centre.

Oroku Saki in ageswap: no particular fic yet

Themes: Nature vs nuture, how our parents' mistakes impact us, the desire to be better whilst not knowing how, growing up and becoming your own person

What the character does: Needles ageswap Yoshi's worst insecurities; until Shredder is introduced Saki is the main enemy that the ageswap kids deal with so also acts as their level 1 boss; Later realises he doesn't like the person he's becoming and decides to change, making missteps along the way.

Canon version: basically an incel who, in trying to get revenge on the Hamato clan for what the did to him, ends up doing the exact thing Yuuta did to him to Karai/Miwa. Physically incapable of admitting that he's wrong, and I'm willing to bet that there was an element of sunk-cost falacy in play there.

So ageswap Saki ends up being a bit of an asshole who takes his issues out on other people. But, because he's a lot younger than 2012 Shredder and has better role models + has incentive to become better, he's able to avoid the same fate as his original counterpart. Also his motivation of "I want to rescue my brother" isn't on the same level of "I want to kill my brother and his kids because my ex married him", which immediately makes him more sympathetic than 12 Shredder. Like agswap Saki is a dick but he's also 14 - he's got time to grow out of that.

Having an idea of where I want my other characters to end up helps too. Like with DDMG Falco, he partly exists to give Mikey's brothers a reason to want to work with Splinter and begin to trust him and see him as one of them, so he's a threat to all of them, not just Splinter or just the kids. I also try to ask myself if the main characters will make the villain develop e.g. will the villain become increasingly aggressive towards them, does the villain end up being really fond of the heroes and doesn't know how to react to that, or do they enjoy their battles and start targeting the heroes because it's just fun for them.

I've also found that giving characters the space to develop on their own is important. Sometimes they end up doing something you didn't expect, and it makes the overall story stronger. Other times you figure something out about them that isn't really story relevant, but makes them feel more like a person e.g ageswap Saki constantly dresses to impress because he wants people to respect him and gets angry when Yoshi turns up to fights in his pjs.

For groups, I usually do all of the above for both the group as a whole and the individual members.

So I guess the tldr is: I question what my themes are, what I need the character to do and why they'd do it, and then I give them breathing room to develop into their own person.

Hope this helps!

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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more tips on how to analyze future spouses, soulmates, partners, and general dating preferences in the natal chart:

reminder: venus is the planet that actually signifies and embodies who you're attracted to. the lover you prefer. the lover you’re drawn to. so not just the 7th house per se is telling you that: the latter only shows the flavor of your dating life and how you relate to others in general, from friends to foes to flirts. say if it's in aries: you relate to others in a direct and mars-influenced way, you easily antagonize haters, and you flirt in a straightforward manner. also know that the 7th house projects our suppressed qualities to others.

find your 7th house ruler. in a libra rising case, since your DSC falls into aries, mars has to be examined. even if the 7th house is empty, you can do a full interpretation that way.

if your 7th house doesn’t resonate at all, you might try calculating your sidereal chart. never a bad idea to dabble in vedic astrology, the charts are immensely accurate.

soulmates usually have well-aspected/well-matched moons in synastry with other favorable benefic planets interacting. the moon shows how you feel good: if it connects well to another person’s moon, you therefore feel great together.

juno only shows the married partner, not the ideal type. furthermore, your juno position gives you an idea how commitment looks like to you. especially look at the modes: fixed, cardinal, or mutable? fixed juno is very loyal and long-term, mutual is more fickle/back-and-forth and adaptable, cardinal is commitment in short bursts and many new relationships.

the progressed chart is always worth looking at as well. it shows you this year’s love forecast. for those who don’t know: this chart moves all your planets and signs forward by a degree with each year you live. e.g. if you’re born a libra mid-october in the early 1990s, you’ll be a scorpio by now since 30 years have passed. aka the sun was moved by 30 degrees! so, it’s a blueprint of the current you, and your current attitude to love. who knows, your 7th house and venus might be completely different there and show your prefrence these days in a more accurate way! it’s called progressed with good reason, it’s your personal evolution.

in traditional astrology, jupiter shows the person’s potential husband, venus the person’s wife. could be interesting to keep in mind. afflicted or saturn-aspected venus and jupiter can show delay in meeting one’s spouse.

mars shows how you go for your partner. check the dignity: does mars feel well in the sign and house it is in, can it express itself well? as a rule of thumb, mars likes the 1st, 5th, and 9th house since they're fire sign territories. air houses and signs also sort of work except te libra/7th which is opposite to aries/the 1st. mars is less direct in water and earth except in capricorn where it exalts and scorpio, it's home. check aspects and its overall strength, too.

it's a good idea to calculate the 7th house of your draconic chart (=who you are deep down without societal influences) that shows the preference that's truer to you. it could be the complete opposite to your tropical chart. my draconic ascendant actually rises in aries and libra is in the 7th house, so my hidden/personal partner preference is more geared to someone who's sweet, romantic, and diplomatic.

never ever forget transits, they’re the surefire prediction tool for future partners. especially the outer planets that move slower. look if jupiter and venus do anything related to your natal libra or venus or scorpio placements.

the 8th house shows your sexual style and preference of intimacy. and also, how you settle down after the 7th house does the flirting and dating and marrying. in other words, the 8th house shows what goes down after honeymoon and when the blinds are drawn. here are your couple secrets and family fall-outs and how much you desire one another. again, if it's empty, find the ruler.

if neptune makes in any way contact with venus or libra or the 7th house, you can gauge how your dream partner is like since neptune’s topic is of course dreams. neptune tells you about the person you’re dreaming about, day- and nighttime. the 12th house also unveils the person who visits you in your dreams. venus or libra placements aspecting this house well can indicate that you will actually meet your dream person.

BONUS: a very underestimated house in love matters: the 5th. it shows your confidence and level of passion.

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