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finelinevogue · 4 months

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sad beginnings,

summary - everyone sees you as this weird and crazy ravenclaw. everyone except remus and sirius.

pairing - ravenclaw!reader x wolfstar

word count - ~2.5k

You thought breakfast would be better than a bowl of porridge, but that’s what you get for waking up late.

You’d overslept on your alarm clock by 45 minutes and were now paying the consequences by eating disgusting gruel for breakfast. There wasn’t even any honey to drizzle on top, thanks to some older Ravenclaws hogging it for their pancakes.

Half the tables were empty, as people started to head off for their first lessons of the day.

You had potions in half an hour.

Potions was one of your favourite lessons of the day, not because you liked the subject - in fact you despised it - but because you got to secretly crush on two of the prettiest boys in school.

Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.

They were currently the only group of Gryffindors still at their table, making a rather loud ruckus as they stood up from the table to leave.

James was teasing Lily about something and Sirius and Remus couldn’t stop laughing over it. Lily pretended to be offended and fake punched Sirius for laughing at her, only to have Remus lean down only slightly and kiss Sirius’ clothed arm all better.

It didn’t help that the two boys you would of course have a heavy crush on would already be in a well established relationship.

I mean, they were the prettiest boys in the school and they were opposites to each other so their relationship made perfect sense.

You just wished you had gotten there with one of them first. But who? You admired them both the same.

Both of them had—

“Oi, Y/N!” A Ravenclaw in your year, named Philip, shouted from down the table, making your porridge slide off your spoon and splat against the table.

You looked towards where Philip and his band of quite mean friends sat.

“Daydreaming about boys you could never get, again?!” Philip laughed, causing others around him to as well.

You didn’t reply. You knew better than to reply. Just keep your head down and trouble should go away.

Your eyes drifted from Philip over to where the Gryffindors had nearly exited the Hall, only Sirius and Remus had stopped just shy of leaving.

They were stood talking to each other.

“Who is it this time Y/N? Hm?” Darcy, one of Philip’s friends teased.

“Remember when Y/N tried to date Isaac? As if she could ever date him.” Someone else joked.

You looked back down at your porridge, still listening to them but trying your best to block them out.

Looking at your breakfast made you think about Isaac. He was just as bland and boring. Until he wanted to have sex with you and you really didn’t want that, well then he became an absolute prick. Started spreading horrible rumours about you, showing his true colours.

Isaac started spreading stories about how you tried to come onto him, only to deny him. How you had been weird and crazy the entire night, when in fact it was the opposite.

Now everyone thinks you’re weird, a prude and a bitch.

One of the reasons you have no friends.

Isaac had managed to isolate you and Philip and his cronies had taken advantage of that.

“Think she was looking at Remus and Sirius.” Someone snickered, making you love uncomfortably.

“No way! Y/N has hots for the dogs,” They thought they were funny, “Is that true, Y/N? You want Remus and Sirius to be your little boyfriends?”

They all laughed, until they went silent.

“You alright, Phil? Can I call you Phil?”

Your head shot up to see Sirius leaning down over the bench next to Philip, resting his palms on the table and glaring him down. Remus stood right behind him.

Your heart rate increased at the sight of them magically appearing.

Did they hear? Did they know? Were they in on the sad and pathetic joke?

“It’s just Philip.” Philip gulped.

“Great, Phil.” Sirius smiled, but it definitely wasn’t genuine. “We heard your filthy mouth speak our names and, well, I for one don’t like pricks speaking about me or my boyfriend behind me back. So keep your goddamn mouth shut or I’ll hex you back to Year 1. Okay?”

“Uhhh…”

“I said, okay?” Sirius asked again.

“Yes, yes!” Philip stuttered.

“Good.” Sirius moved back to stand up.

It was lovely that Sirius had come over here to defend his boyfriend like that. You craved someone having the kindness, and definitely the courage, to stand up for you like that.

You watched as Sirius took Remus’ hand and you wondered what that felt like.

You could imagine Sirius’ hands being quite rough and Remus’ hands being calloused, but both still having a sense of softness to them. They’d both be very grounding and warm to hold on to.

Then they both walked your way.

You quickly started to eat your porridge again, keeping your head down. You don’t think either of them would make a scene with you, but maybe they’d caught on to your gazes and blushing and they’d had enough.

You thought you were subtle but maybe you’d been far more obvious than you intended. You cursed yourself, but only knew it was a matter of time before you made a fool of yourself.

Maybe they weren’t even walking towards you. Why would they? They didn’t know you, except for your name maybe.

But then you saw them stop in front of the bench on the other side of you.

You looked up to find them both smiling warmly down at you. You gulped, thinking the worst.

“You have potions next right, Y/N?” Remus asked kindly.

He did know your name…

And he knew your timetable…

“Yes?” You asked, cautiously.

“You want to walk over with us? We’re heading there now.” Remus asked.

You were a little gobsmacked that they were asking you to do something with them.

No one has asked you to do anything in a very long time, even something as simple as being asked to walk to class with them. So this was a huge deal to you.

“Really? I mean, sorry, I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Intrude?” Sirius laughed, “Never. C’mon.” He kindly smiled and you nervously got up from the table.

You picked up your robe and wand.

“Are you sure?” You asked to make sure a second time.

“Y/N, if you don’t hurry up then Sirius is probably going to pick you up and carry you there himself and then I’m going to have to deal with him moaning about crippling back ache later on… Oh my God… That want be implying anything about your weight… Um… Should I just stop?” Remus rambled and looked to Sirius for help.

“You really should.”

And you smiled.

Genuinely smiled, for what felt like the first time in a long time.

•-•-•-•-•-•

The hallways were starting to become busy.

People moving from morning time to lesson time, especially the first years with their overpacked bags and reckless running through the corridors to get to their lessons on time.

One darted past you, causing you to wobble. Luckily Remus was behind you and he put his hand on the lower part of your back to balance you carefully.

“Thank you.” You said, whilst trying really hard not to blush.

You failed to notice Remus blushing too as you turned back around. You definitely didn’t fail to notice the way Remus kept his hand on your lower back, helping you weave through the halls.

With two of the most popular guys in school, you didn’t realise how easy it was to actually manoeuvre through the corridors.

You’d spent too much time being infatuated with the time that Remus and Sirius were giving you, though, that you’d forgotten your potions book.

You stopped short, feeling the boys bump into the back of you abruptly.

“Bloody… Are you alright Y/N?” Sirius asked.

“I’ve forgotten my potions book. I’ll catch up with you, I just need to run to get it.” You turned to say to them, feeling slightly small underneath both their pretty eyes looking at you.

“Here, just take mine.” Sirius offered.

“No.” Remus swatted his hands, “Another “forgotten” book and you are going to get detention.”

“Oh screw that.” Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Y/N, take mine instead.” Remus insisted.

“What?” This time Sirius hit Remus’ hands away, “And mess with your perfect record? I don’t think so. Y/N…”

“Hey, listen.” You chuckled at the sight of them arguing… over you. It felt like the most surreal situation. “I’m just going to get my book, okay? Then none of us will be in trouble. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

You smiled at them in thanks, before darting around and away from them.

After you’r turned the corner, Remus hit Sirius over the head with his textbook.

“Ow! What the…” Sirius rubbed the back of his head.

“Really? You were about to give yourself a detention?” Remus chuckled, knowing exactly that was what Sirius was about to do and why.

“For Y/N? Absolutely.” Sirius smirked.

Remus shook his head and kissed Sirius’ cheek in admiration, before taking his hand and leading him off to potions.

•-•-•-•-•-•

As you rooted through your belongings in your dorm, you hummed to yourself with content.

You felt ten times lighter than you ever had felt before and all because the two pretty boys you’ve been admiring for so long had looked right back at you. They’d even gone as far as walk with you to potions.

Sirius was willing to get a detention for you and Remus was willing to break his golden reputation. That was flattery of their highest form.

You finally found your book, before pivoting to leave your dorm.

Only to find Darcy standing there with a cat in her arms, looking malicious as ever.

“O-oh Darcy. Hello.” You said, losing your hum and your smile with one look at her.

“Cut the pleasantries. You made us look like fools at breakfast in front of Sirius and Remus, you foul witch.” Darcy spat at you.

“I’m sorry, I never meant for that to happen.”

You felt yourself caving in on yourself, becoming that shelter of a shy person that these horrible people made you.

“And you think an apology will make it all better?”

“I don’t know.” You lowered your head.

“Well it doesn’t.” She moved towards you and you gulped in fear of her. She’d pulled at your hair and enchanted curses on you before, so you were terrified of what she might do now. Especially when it was just you two here.

“I’m sorry.” You looked up at her, hating that she could probably see the fear in your eyes.

“Show us up like that again and you’ll leave with more than just a scratch.”

“A scratch?” You asked, but maybe you shouldn’t have.

Before you knew what was happening Darcy’s cat attacked your face, clawing at your cheek with one powerful hit. The cat screamed what sounded like a war cry and you screamed in pain.

Your head turned to the side, leaving the cat’s claws to drag slightly down your cheek before letting go. You didn’t reveal your face again until you heard the door slam shut.

It only took a minute for you to delicately touch your cheek and see the blood for the pain to come flying in. You cried as you sat on your bed, cupping your cheek from dripping blood everywhere with one hand and the other hand resting on your forehead as you came to terms with what just happened.

You’d just been attacked for trying to apologise for something you hadn’t been in control of.

Your tears ran down your cheek and stung as they ran into the cuts on your cheek.

Walking to the little mirror hanging up on the wall, you looked in to see yourself. There were three lines scraped down your once bare cheek, running from just under your eye to resting on your jawline.

You cried some more, completely getting lost in the self loathing, before rushing around the dorm to find some healing lotion and tissues.

It took you ten minutes to clean up the mess on your face, and another five for the bleeding to calm down. It was an angry red mess, but you had to get to potions before the class ended.

You breathed out through your mouth a shaky breath, dabbing under your eyes with the sleeve of your jumper to wipe away the tears.

“You’re okay.” You said to yourself in the mirror. “You’re okay.”

You found that talking moved the cuts on your face and they stung even worse. So no talking it was. Brilliant.

“You’re okay.” You reminded yourself one last time.

But your words felt far from convincing.

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multiplicity-positivity · 3 months

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Hi. I'm going to send this ask to more than one blog because I want to check if I get different types of answers. (Please make sure this ask is anonymous) Do you have any advices for plurals how to clean / tidy your room/house and manage to not make it messy again? Important: nay tips for how to not regret getting rid of items you think aren't important now but still be able to get rid of many items to finally make your house clean?

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Hello, this is an excellent question. Maintaining a clean living space can genuinely help improve and maintain positive mental health, but it can be challenging keeping up with these things as a system. We certainly do not keep our own home totally spotless, but here’s how we go about keeping our living space clean.

1) Chore Chart

We’ve made a list of all the chores we’d ideally like to get done, and assigned one or two chores to each day of the week. We’ll put a big chore list at the bottom of this post under a cut, so you can get some sort of idea about the amount of chores your system might need to do in order to keep your space tidy. Our own chore chart is written on a whiteboard left in our kitchen so we can see it every day.

2) Checklists

Many parts of our system are incredibly motivated by checklists. It feels amazing and productive to be able to check things off as you accomplish tasks. Individual chores can even be broken down into multiple steps so you can have more items to check off, if you’d like. Our chore chart mentioned above is in a checklist format, so parts can cross things off the list as they do them. If your system feels like a checklist might be useful, we cannot stress enough how incorporating a checklist into your routine might be beneficial.

3) Putting things away

This one is tough, particularly for the littles in our system, but putting things away when you’re done using them can have a huge impact on keeping your space clean. Things like:

- Hanging up coats and putting away shoes when you take them off

- Keeping dirty clothes in a bin or hamper

- Returning toys/art supplies/electronics/etc. to where they belong after using them

- Taking dishes, cups, and silverware to the sink/kitchen after eating or drinking

- Throwing away empty wrappers, broken things, and other trash items as you encounter them

And so on. This may be a difficult habit to get into, but if a few of your members who front in your home can commit to keeping this up, your whole system will start to feel the differences.

4) Divvying tasks

In all honesty, our system has a chores part who handles most of our housework. Soft likes it and it works for fluff. However, not every system has a specific headmate who handles or wants to complete domestic tasks. So dividing responsibilities among the willing members of your system can lighten everyone’s workload a bit. You can try making different charts or checklists for different headmates, or include those who want/are able to help out on any sort of chore chart or list you create.

Now, when it comes to getting rid of items… our system is POSIC, and can establish connections and relationships with all sorts of items which can make getting rid of them challenging. Still, this is a necessary part of life. Some things that have more or less worked for us are:

We’re not big minimalists, but we like Marie Kondo’s advice when it comes to getting rid of things to ask yourself: what sparks joy? If an item doesn’t spark joy for yourself or your headmates, consider getting rid of it. We like the idea of thanking the item for its service before letting it go.

We also have one alter who likes to take pictures of things before we get rid of them. Pup then makes little edits of them, pasting little digital stickers, and for us it works as a good way to keep items in our memory without keeping them around physically. This may be weird, but it works for us, so we thought might as well include it.

Also, donating items to thrift stores or charity causes may be easier and more fulfilling than flat-out throwing them away. In this way, you’re parting with items that can still find a good home with someone who could get more use out of it, and not sending a once treasured object off to a landfill.

Goodness, this post got quite long. We’ll go ahead and call it here so it doesn’t get even more carried away. We do hope that something here will be useful for your system. Good luck with keeping your home tidy in the future!

And here is a list of chores that might help you get a feel for how to create your own chore chart:

Kitchen

- Doing dishes

- Wiping countertops

- Scrubbing the sink

- Cleaning out the fridge and/or pantry

- Doing meal prep

Bedroom

- Making the bed

- Doing laundry (step one: gather clothes, step two: wash them, step three: dry them, step four: fold them, step five: put them away)

- Washing and changing out bedsheets

Bathroom

- Scrubbing the toilet

- Scrubbing the sink

- Scrubbing the shower or bathtub

- Washing the mirror

Misc/Any Room

- Sweeping

- Vacuuming

- Dusting

- Mopping

- Washing windows

- Putting away anything that isn’t where it belongs

We hope you and your system can brainstorm to figure out what chores will benefit your home life best. Again, good luck with your endeavors to maintain a clean space going forward!

#long post #tidiness #cleanliness #chores #housework #sorry for any typos - it can be difficult for us to proofread long posts

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sketchfanda · 5 months

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Kirishima’s Mystique:Hail to the Queen!

Life had a funny way of working out sometimes and for the sturdy chivalrous himbo we know as Eijiro Kirishima? It seemed to go out of its way to set him up in certain situations. Well life snd the whims of certain people who felt like genuine absolute unit nice guys like him deserved the damn world but I digress. Now what had our resident sturdy himbo so nervous yet feeling the tingles of anticipation all over?

Well you see it had to do with his current situation, what he'd been expecting to be another little round of quality time with his 2 kinky as all fuck girlfriends on their cozy private beach spot. Only to find he had company as he had been busy setitng up their camping spot as the duo went out to catch some waves together to surf. As standing before him was what would only be considered his second ever Close Encounter of the 3rd kind in the form of a thicc, curvy hot piece of Onyx ass many knew as the Queen of Mars herself. Ty'rahnee, the one and only clad in a rather fitting ensemble of a gold swimsuit that went quite fittingly with her unique body.

What a body it was, a seemingly living shape of shadow and ink given the form of an absolute bombshell wet dream brought to life. Her onxy skin glistening with sweat as she gave a friendly wink and a wave his way. He could hardly believe the queen of Mars of all people was here now of all times. Oh sure it'd been in the history books for years that life had been discovered thriving on Mars and diplomatic relations had been long well sicne established with the red planet.

Not to mention the news headlines had been running stories that the Queen had been said to be making visits as the self appointed ambassador of her people and maintain said relations. But to think she'd be coming to a simple beach like this and in such a scandalous outfit that practically exposed a body that would give Mineta such a major erection that there was no doubt he would die of blood loss. The shark-teethed redhead gulping nervously as he watched the Martian Queen lay down her beach rug, her backside to him as she was bending over in a way that made her fat black onyx bubble butt present itself to him. Those twin botty cheeks shaking and jiggling as they clapped with an enticing, sensually infectious rhythm.

It made Kirishima sweat as he felt his libido manifest in the form of chino versions of Mina and Maya popping up as his shoulder angel and devil. Or rather some weird combination cosplay of angel and devil costumes as they whispered naughty words and ideas to out into his had, tempting and teasing him to give in and go wild on the Martian Queen and show her what an earth man would be capable of doing to rock her world. Causing his red eyes to stay locked in that glorious set of thunder buns of hers who called to him with their siren song of their hypnotic jiggling and clapping. Face blushing to a degree thst made his hair look pale as the blood rushed to his loins, risking a prominent bulge to form in his swim shorts.

All the while Tyr’rahnee, seemingly unaware of the affect she was having in the chivalrous ikemen as she finished setting up her mat. Laying down on her knees as she took what he could see just had to be a bottle of tanning lotion and popped it open. Reaching around to pour a more than generous coating on her masterpiece of an ass, making those meat buns glisten in the sun before she suddenly held out and passed the bottle into his hands. Shooting him a flirty wink as she began to strip off the lower portions of her swimsuit, leaving herself bottomless, undoing her bikini top as she held both his curiosity and attention in the most erotic ways.

QT:”Mm, pardon me sir but would you be so kind as to rub me down? I can’t quite reach my own back after all and you seem more than capable and trust worthy. And please, do be as thorough as you can possibly be….”*The Martian queen requested in a sensual and husky tone you’d not really expect of someone of her station and status. Yet here she was, going from Wearing a scandalous swim to suddenly being naked before a complete stranger like himself. Wanting to be coated and rubbed down in tanning lotion and reslly how could he say no? It was like he suddenly found himself in some sort of nature documentary snd the subject was a Martian female courting attention for mating season.*

Kirishima:”Uhm yeah sure, no problem….”*The chibi devil angels Mina and Maya high-fived with delight and victory to see their man give into his libido. Taking the bottle as he poured some lotion into his hands before he moved to kneel beside the extra-terrestrial hottie, moving towards the middle of her back. Only for the onyx bodied hottie to shake her magnificent ass which was demanding to be groped and massaged. Figuring it’d be better to to oblige her rather than protest as he planted his hands on that lotion coated set of meat buns.*

The Martian queen let out a sensual, deep throated purr of a moan as she felt Kirishima get to work. His firm, skilled hands groping and squeezing that bubbly booth of hers as as it became all sleek and slippery. A waterfall forming between her legs as he worked his way down along her legs, making her giggle as she felt her feet tickled but oooh how aroused she felt when he worked her hips and thighs. The latter especially with his hands drifting so close towards her crotch, her pussy gushing with anticipation of such close contact.

As Kirishima made his way to working lotion onto her back, Tyr’ahnee couldn’t help herself as she stuck out her oiled up booty against his crotch. The sturdy hero nervous but keeping calm and focused as can be as he massaged the onyx bodied Beauty’s back, even as she began to bump and grind her glorious ass against the growing bulge forming in his swim shorts. Oh there wasn’t any doubt she could tell that he was getting aroused and it turned her on to know it. Especially knowing she was the cause of making him so horny as it made her want him to really go wild.

So of course she made quite a show as she gave husky, deep throated sensual moans whenever Kirishima hit a sweet spot on her back. The pulse and twitch of his cock contained within his swim-shorts being felt by her booty as it made her pussy gush and quiver with growing desire. To make this absolute unit of a man let loose and unleash his lust upon her, sate his urges with her pornographic body, queen or no queen!! It was frustrating to have a bidy like she did and the libido to match yet no man ever even dared show they were aroused, not even some of her own!!

Oh but this man, she could tell his willpower and restraint were cracking and all he needed was a little more persuasion. A little more nudging towards giving into those primal instincts of his when she felt she had just the opportunity to do so present itself. Feeling him cease his efforts as he had finished her back, she grinned a hidden grin as she pried her booty away from his groin, rolling around to now kay on her back. Presenting her naked front before him, her tits and her mound exposed before his crimson eyes, purring as she could see the tent he now pitched in his shorts.

QT:”Mmm such a gentleman, I’m sure you’ll do just as thoroughly on the front, won’t you? You seem like you have the right tool and everything.” *She teased and praised in a sensual, husky tone as she moved her feet to press and rub his erection. Toes pinching and tugging at the waistband of his shorts as she purred with erotic thirst.* “And seems only right I return the favour, wouldn’t want such a fine body like yours getting sunburnt now would we?” *The onyx extra terrestrial giggled with delight as she spread legs, her juicy thighs looking so warm and inviting. Her eyes twinkling with want and mischief as she awaited his response.*

Kirishima of course dint keep her waiting too long as he gave her the kind of response she had been hoping for. Watching his face shift to one of determination and a slight hunger that made her spine tingle, as she watched him pull down and remove his swim shorts. Making her coo with delight and awe at the sight of his now exposed cock and balls, his length and girth stiff and hard as a flagpole as it twitched and pulsed with the intent that could be called Down to Fuck. Her arousal skyrocketing as she watched him pour a coating of the tanning oil onto his shaft before she moved to take some into her hands as she found him mounting and straddling her torso.

As soon as he did so, she found his shaft placing itself between the valley of her magnificent tits like a hot dog into a bun to which she glsdly began to squeeze and massage it, commencing with a splendid titfuck. Pumping snd thrusting his hips in response before he found her taking his fuckrod onto her hidden mouth as he felt the warmth and wetness of saliva and a very skilled tongue. Taking those bouncy melons onto his grasp as he began to rub oil onto them, leaving her hands now free to star caressing and massaging his muscular sculpted body with the slick, slippery stuff. If anyone else were at this particular private spot, there was no doubt social media and the rumour mill would abound from witnesses of the Queen of Mars getting erotic with a future pro hero in the making.

But of course there wasn’t which left the pair free to enjoy one another, unhindered and uninhibited with no shame as their oily titfuck/blowjob combo soon shifted into high gear. Their oiled bodies glistening in the sun as they were going at like animals, the Martian beauty bouncing in his lap as she rode him in reverse cowgirl, her back pressed against his sculpted physique’s front, her booty jiggling in his lap as she moaned deeply. Her stomach swelling with hips deeply his length and girth penetrated her, his strong, manly hands massaging her meaty thighs or groping those bouncing tits of hers. Loving every second of it as she found him putting any and very man she’d been with prior sexually to shame.

Naturally her appraisal of him only rose higher, along with her arousal as he proved his virility and prowess, his staying power sand stamina of course having a handy bonus boost from his fun little secret trick with his quirk. Relishing each and every position from the dominating mating press to the primal doggy style and ooh to think he would be so daring enough as to facefuck and even give her anal!! But oh the sheer absolute thrill when he would cum inside her, raw and bareback as such a fine alpha male cock should be enjoyed. Vast amounts of warm white baby batter flooding her womb as she felt her inner walls painted white.

but of course Kirishima never let her cum down from the sexual high, maintaining momentum as he kept fucking her over and over to which she found absolutely exhilarating. Currently in the intimate position of seated as she hugged and held his head between her glorious tits as she continued bouncing her sloppy wet pussy on his jackhammering cock. Shooting a wink and a smile at Mina and Maya hidden in the bushes, who watched the show with voyeuristic delight as they awaited a chance to make a move and turn this secret scandalous rut into a foursome, silently thanking the duo for arranging her this little liaison. They weren’t kidding when they said their boyfriend was such a stud that he could make a queen feel like a goddess.

Of course they had to promise no pictures or anything, after all a queen needed her secrets and besides which this was giving Maya new ideas for how they could troll Mineta. The Martian queen had been one of his prime sexual fantasies for years so the idea of Kirishima tapping that ass would make him livid. Hey nothing made their day like making the grape head suffer and how sweet it is. Oh so very sweet.

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starsofmilos · 2 years

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Leaving (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: Can I request a Vigilante x reader where the reader and Adrian are dating but he acts differently around Chris and it upsets you bc your sweet boyfriend is being an asshole? + mention of past threesomes they've had (Before meeting the reader) that causes a misunderstanding? I love your writing!

Request: hii! i love your writing sm and i was wondering if i could request an adrian chase fic with miscommunication trope and lotsss of angst. that’s super vague but i’d be happy with anything bc ur writing slaps. ty 💗💗

Okay!! I hope y’all like what I’ve made!

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Warning: mentions of sex, makeout session, angst, cursing, misunderstanding, mentions of cheating, happy ending

You believed you weren’t meant to be in relationships.

It was weird to think that you knew it was. It’s just no matter what you had done in your life. You remained alone.

You were always alone. Your family hardly reached out and every relationship you had been in had been a fail.

Your first boyfriend had cheated on you. It hurt, but at the end of it you became a better person.

Your second boyfriend had only wanted one thing from you. You didn’t let him.

Your third boyfriend well he wasn’t bad. He was kind and you had ended it with him because he discovered he didn’t like girls like he thought he did. You respected that.

All these made you believe you were probably meant to be alone. Relationships just weren’t your thing.

It was hard to find someone who truly cared for you. You were always the first to fall first and when you did you fell hard.

In every relationship, you had been the one to fall hard and the one to put the most effort.

After your third relationship, you said you’d take a break but the universe works in mysterious ways. Six months after your last relationship you went out to eat with an old friend.

Only for the bus boy at the establishment to quite literally crash into you spilling soda and old pasta on you. That was when you met Adrian.

After that awkward encounter, you ran into him once more at a gas station. Adrian was different to say the least, but you could tell he really truly did try to be nice to everyone.

You exchanged numbers then and it grew from there. You fell once again, but this time you fell harder than you’ve ever fallen before. You didn’t know love can feel like this.

You thought you loved your first boyfriend. You were wrong. The feelings you had for Adrian were the strongest you’d ever felt for anyone. That includes your family.

He was sweet and so soft. Adrian was the first boyfriend you had to actually show that he cared.

You gave Adrian your everything. You didn’t know if he felt the same, but you didn’t think you’d ever love anything or anyone like how you loved Adrian Chase.

What you didn’t know is that Adrian felt the exact same way. Adrian fell so hard for you.

He didn’t know that love like this existed at all. He loved you so much sometimes it hurt him.

Girls didn’t want to date him.

Girls didn’t want him near them, but you did. You wanted all of him. His weird quirks and habits. Adrian fell so hard for you. What you also didn’t know is that Adrian fell first.

Adrian fell for you after your first night spent together. It was your fourth date.

You had asked him if you could go over. You guys spent the night doing..well fun things.

The next morning, when Adrian awoke without you next to him. He sighed sadly.

Another person who was probably disappointed in him. Chris was right he probably wasn’t good enough for a girl to genuinely like him...

But then he smelled bacon?

Adrian grabbed a pocket knife heading to the kitchen looking in shock as you hummed whisking a bowl.

His heart began to race as you stood there in nothing but your shirt and his boxers. You smiled widely seeing him.

“Oh good morning! I would’ve woken you up, but you looked so peaceful and I wanted to surprise you after yesterday because man did you really treat me yesterday..” You grew a bit flustered at the memories.

“Do you like pancakes Adrian?”

He stood there stunned just staring at you for a moment before striding across the room to hug you tightly.

“Yeah I like pancakes...”

You smiled returning the hug a bit difficult with the bowl in your hand, but you still returned it.

“You look so fucking pretty right now dude.”

You blushed a bit smiling. “Thanks Adrian..now let me go please I gotta make the pancakes so the bacon doesn’t get cold.”

“I don’t care about the bacon getting cold we can always reheat it..”

Adrian wanted right there and then to tell you how much he loved you, but he held back. It was your fourth date after all. Even he knew it was too soon.

That led to now. One year had passed since you both got together. You had found out about Adrian being Vigilante after six months together.

He thought you would leave, but you surprised him by saying I love you. That was your first time saying I love you.

Adrian didn’t let you go at all that night.

You moved in with him after an official year together. “You sure you wanna live here?” You nodded reassuring him once more.

“Dude we’ve gone over this. Your place is way more homey than my one bedroom apartment.” You kissed his cheek carrying a box.

Adrian took the box from you with a grin. “As long as you want this...”

“I do..do you?” Adrian nodded eagerly.

“I do. I’ve haven’t wanted anything more than this.” You smiled grabbing another box.

“Then let’s go roomie.”

Adrian had been ecstatic when you said yes after he first initially asked. It was a week ago, you both had just gotten done having fun once again.

As you laid cuddled up to him, he couldn’t stop staring at you and it occurred to him he wanted this every day.

‘Move in with me.’

He thought you’d say no from how surprised you looked when he asked. You smiled though and said yes before jumping on him laughing.

Adrian didn’t regret asking you for one second. He was happy so long as you were and lucky for him he was what made you happy.

The first week together had felt like a small dream to you. Every morning waking up next to him became your new favorite thing in the whole world.

Peace doesn’t last forever though.

It started when Peacemaker had been released from prison. Adrian told you how excited he was now that his best friend was out of prison.

You knew the stories and genuinely believed Peacemaker had to be some kind of good person. Adrian talked about him as if he was.

You trusted Adrian.

“Y/N I want you to meet Peacemaker!” You looked up from the stove in surprise hearing him.

“Wow you must be excited I didn’t even get a hi..” Adrian walked to you hugging you from behind.

“Okay hi now will you meet my bestie?!” He excitedly brought it up. He wanted nothing more than for his two favorite people to get along.

You hummed in thought. “Okay. I’ll meet him. He sounds like a cool guy from how you describe him.” Adrian cheered at your answer.

“Fuck yeah!” He pulled you away from the stove kissing you deeply. You reciprocated almost immediately before pulling away.

“Okay we’ll go out tomorrow yeah? Let me finish cooking now yeah?” Adrian shook his head.

“Nope let me help!” You sighed with a small smile letting him help you finish dinner.

The next day, you couldn’t help but be nervous to meet the person Adrian has deemed as his best friend.

What if he didn’t like you? Would Adrian not like you anymore? No...he wouldn’t..

You were slightly scared.

As you walked into the bar holding Adrian’s hand you couldn’t help but smile seeing Adrian grow excited. He pulled you along waving at Peacemaker.

“Dude!”

“Oh hey Adrian!” He whistled seeing you, “Hello..who are you? I’m Christopher Smith. You could call me Chris.” He smirked a bit as Adrian sat you both down across from him.

You smiled at him raising your hand, “Hi my name is Y/N. I’m Adrian’s girlfriend-”

“Thimble’s girlfriend? I highly doubt that.” Adrian laughed at his small joke, but you noticed the small frown he wanted to make.

“Thimble?” You asked a bit confused.

“Yeah you know,” Chris made a small gesture with his fingers,

“I didn’t hit puberty till I was in my twenties.” Adrian smiled at you.

“Oh..well that’s not very nice.” You frowned a bit. Adrian waved it off.

“It’s fine he usually makes fun of people like this!” Adrian reassured you patting your leg.

You nodded still feeling a bit uneasy. As the night went on you realized you had every right to feel uneasy.

Christopher Smith was an asshole.

“Yeah we had some good times together huh Adrian?” Adrian nodded agreeing with Chris.

“We really did! It was so awesome back then Y/N!”

Back then was it not awesome now?..

Chris went into detail about some of the old stuff they use to do. Although most of it was about him. He waved Adrian off completely.

“There were also the threesomes.”

“Oh yeah I forgot about those.” Adrian shrugged as Chris laughed.

“That’s surprising considering some of the girls were..woo! I mean your girlfriend is pretty hot too.” Chris winked at you.

You grew uncomfortable hearing his words.

“Threesomes?...I didn’t know about those..” Chris made a small surprised look.

“Really I thought Adrian would’ve talked about it.” Adrian shrugged.

“I mean it’s not like I have to tell her all the stories of the past.” You grit your teeth at his words. You told him everything about you.

It was fine he had secrets, but you would’ve like to have known he had sex with multiple women with his best friend. Is this what he meant when he said it use to be awesome back then?

Did he want to go back to that?

Adrian usually wouldn’t shrug off your feelings like this as well. Why was he acting so different? This wasn’t your sweet boyfriend who cared. This was a completely different person.

You didn’t like that.

“So Y/N what do you do?” You smiled a bit not wanting to ruin the night.

“Oh well I own a small flower shop-”

“Flowers?”

You nodded, “Yeah flowers. I like plants.”

“That’s kinda boring.” Chris took a sip of his beer staring at you as if you were the weird one.

“How is that boring? I’m doing something I enjoy and Adrian likes my plants and flowers..”

“Well does he? Last I check he used to complain about them.” You glanced at Adrian seeing him keep a neutral face.

“Well he assured me he likes them...He gets excited when I tell him about the new shipments!”

Chris laughed, “Really dude you like flowers now?” Adrian nodded.

“Yeah they’re really pretty dude! Y/N grows the best flowers!” You smiled hearing him. This was your boyfriend.

“Although she does talk about them a lot and I mean a lot sometimes I feel like it’s all she talks about.” Adrian laughed a bit with Chris as you sat there feeling embarrassed. You wanted to go home.

“Um..I’m not feeling so well..” Adrian looked at you worriedly.

“Oh crap you okay?” You nodded a bit.

“Yeah I think I just need some rest. I’ma head on home early. I’ll see you then okay?” Adrian shook his head standing up.

“No come on I’ll take you home-”

“No Adrian. Stay with your friend. Have fun.” You kissed his cheek walking out a bit hurriedly.

Adrian sat down confused. You looked upset. No he knew you were upset.”I think I’ma head on home dude. I wanna make sure she’s okay.”

“You sure dude? She did say she was fine.”

“Yeah I wanna see with my own eyes.” Chris nodded.

“Alright dude if you wanna hang out soon call I guess.” Adrian nodded. “I will.”

He got home confused to see you sitting in bed reading a book with a cup of tea next to you. “Y/N?”

You jumped hearing him, “Oh hey..I thought you were staying out?”

Adrian made a small noise, “Psh. How could I relax and have fun knowing you weren’t feeling good?” You smiled a small bit hearing his words.

“Thanks hun..I’m feeling better now so if you wanna go out again you can?” Adrian shook his head moving to sit at the end of the bed.

“Why were you upset?” You looked at him a bit in shock.

“I wasn’t upset-”

“Y/N I can tell when you’re upset. You may not think I can, but I can.” You stood quiet for a small moment at his words.

“Do you miss the way things use to be with Chris?”

“What?”

“Like before you got with me. It seems like you did.” Adrian shook his head.

“I don’t. I miss my friend and sure some of things we used to do, but I’m happy with you,”

“Are you? I don’t bore you or anything-”

“No you don’t. Why are you bringing this up?” You sighed.

“You act different around Chris.”

“What? No I don’t-”

“You do Adrian. You may not think you do, but you do. You shrugged me off by not telling me about the past threesomes with Chris.”

“I didn’t think they were important-”

“They’re not, but still something I would’ve like to have known about. You embarrassed me too..I don’t mean to talk about my flower shop so much..If it really bothered you I wish you would’ve said something instead of laughing about it with Chris.”

Adrian shook his head, “Okay hold on. Hold on. I did not embarrass you if anything you kinda embarrassed yourself-”

“Excuse me?”

“Let me finish. You seemed disinterested in everything Peacemaker said-”

“Most of it was making fun of you! Are you seriously angry at me for not liking that he made fun of you?” You grew a bit angry sitting more up in bed.

“I didn’t say that and I’m not mad! You’re the one who’s mad right now!”

“Because you’re implying that I embarrassed myself by not wanting to listen to a dick make fun of my incredible boyfriend!”

Adrian laughed standing up. “This is getting out of hand.”

“Yeah it is, You made fun of me with your friend about something I’m passionate about and the second I bring it up you say I embarrassed myself.”

“Y/N it’s Peacemaker! He has a pet Eagle! He doesn’t wanna hear about flowers!” You stood up following Adrian out.

“You did when we met! I thought you liked my flowers!”

“I do! I just think you shouldn’t have brought them up to Peacemaker!” You clenched your fist hurt by him.

“He asked about them!”

“Well they were boring to him.”

“I don’t care about them being boring to him! I don’t want them to be boring to you!! That’s what I’m trying to get at! I don’t wanna be boring to you! You made fun of me tonight! You shrugged me off as if I was a nuisance and now you say I was the embarrassment of tonight!”

“Because you were! I just wanted a good night out with my friend and you Y/N, but now I realize that was a bad idea on my part! Since you’re being suddenly really fucking sensitive! Fuck maybe the old days were fucking better.”

You froze hurt by his his words. Biting your lip to stop crying. Adrian looked down realizing what he said. “Y/N-”

“Don’t. Okay..just don’t.. Go out with your friend. Sorry I brought it up.” You mumbled out walking back to your room. Adrian sighed hearing the door close.

He grabbed his jacket taking off to calm down. He’d apologize in the morning.

You sniffled a bit in bed flinching hearing the front door slam. Was Adrian going to end up like every other relationship in your life? Was he going to leave?

He was the best thing you’d ever had..You didn’t wanna lose him, but if he thinks you’re boring and embarrassing then him leaving was probably for the best.

You’d never would’ve made him feel the way he just made you feel. You knew he knows the feeling too. His parents and brother used to treat him this way...

Adrian drove to Chris’s walking in deciding to drink the night away, but as he sat on the couch drinking he couldn’t help but to replay the fight in his mind.

What if you left him after this? He fucked up he knows he did.

“Come on man you’re being a buzz kill. What’s on your mind?”

Adrian sighed hearing Chris, “I got into a fight with Y/N.” Chris looked at him in surprise.

“What? You guys are like disgustingly in love what do you have to fight about?”

“You really think so?” Chris nodded.

“Yeah dude it’s so obvious. Now what happened?” Adrian replayed the fight to Chris surprised when Chris smacked him upside the head.

“You were being a dick.”

“I know! I know I was! Ow..”

“You deserve way more than that. Dude I know I’m an asshole she had every right to be angry and she was right you did laugh at her with me! Fuck now I’m realizing how much of a dick I was.”

Adrian sighed taking another drink from his bottle. “I’ll go home in the morning. I think she wants some space.”

Only that didn’t happen. Adrian was angry and upset with himself so he drank and drank.

You received a call from him at around three a.m.

“Adrian?..is everything okay?”

“Y/N!!” He was drunk. “I miss you so fucking much!..”

You sighed hearing him, “Do you want me to come get you?”

“No no! I honestly don’t know why I called..I know you’re probably mad at me..I’m mad at me..” He sighed.

“I just wanted to hear your voice to know you were okay..I got really sad at the thought of you crying in bed without me there. I didn’t mean what I said...” You smiled a bit hearing his voice crack.

“I was such an asshole.” He hiccuped a bit. “Do us both a favor don’t forgive me so suddenly.”

You laughed a bit, “Where are you?”

“Why?” He asked confused.

“I’m gonna go get you. We can talk in the morning..” Adrian sniffled a bit.

“I’m at Peacemakers pick me up tomorrow morning hun! I don’t want you driving so late for an idiot like me!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah please..please..don’t drive so late...” He wiped his face.

“Okay...I’ll go get you tomorrow okay hun?”

“Okay...I’ma try to get some sleep..I can’t sleep without you..” You wiped away a stray tear.

“Get some rest I promise I’ll be there tomorrow morning.”

You awoke with a small heavy heart. You still needed to talk to Adrian about what was said. He said he didn’t mean it, but you needed to hear it in person.

Part of you dreaded seeing him, you wanted to forgive him but he really hurt your feelings. Adrian had sent you Peacemakers address yesterday for you to find him.

Once arriving, you knocked on the door waiting for Chris or Adrian to open up. Neither did. “Adrian?” You called out knocking again. You sighed tapping your foot.

The door opened. It was a girl wearing your boyfriends sweater. “Is this Christopher Smith’s place?...” You trailed off not able to tear your eyes away from Adrian’s sweater on her.

You walked in seeing Chris asleep in bed along with Adrian on the other side...

Was the phone call a mistake? Did he not mean what he said? He really did want the past back with his friend.

Your entire body felt like it was breaking. Your chest tightened up as you tried to bite back your sobs. Grabbing a glass from Chris’s cabinet, the girl looked in confusion seeing you fill it up before throwing it in Adrian’s face.

He yelped out a bit opening his eyes to see you. “Y/N?” Adrian tilted his head in confusion.

“How the fuck could you?!” He looked behind you to see the girl wearing his sweater.

“Shit wait! I know what it looks like-”

“Oh I know what it is! You’re a piece of shit Adrian Chase!” You sobbed a bit storming off.

“Don’t worry my stuff will be out of your place by tonight.”

Adrian shot out of the bed chasing after you. “Y/N! Y/N please wait!”

You scoffed ignoring him, “Y/N I’m sorry! But it really isn’t what you think!!” He reached out grabbing your arm to stop you from leaving.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You pushed him away,

“Don’t touch me. You don’t get to fucking touch me. You..Fuck Adrian...Fuck! You mean the fucking world to me! Do you not get that?! Was I not good enough for you!? Why?! I can’t..” You panted a bit shaking.

Adrian shook his head, “You are good enough! Y/N you’re everything I could ever want! I promise!”

“No I’m not! Obviously I wasn’t! Adrian..I fucking love you!! I really really do! You..I thought you wouldn’t hurt me! You promised to never hurt me like I’ve been hurt before! You promised...”

Adrian’s heart broke hearing your sobs. You weakly tried pushing him away as he pulled you to him. It hurt him.

“I’m not..That wasn’t what I wanted! It’s not what you think please let me explain..” His voice cracked as he pleaded with you.

Adrian knew that this did not look good. None of it did. He doesn’t blame you for thinking the way you did.

“Please..Y/N please..I promise you it’s not what it fucking looks like! I swear to you on everything! I drank a lot last night! I did, but I would never fucking hurt you this way! I would never!”

You laughed a bit, “I embarrassed myself last night remember and I talk too much about my shop-”

“No you did not! I was an asshole for saying that! I am a complete idiot! I love hearing you talk about your shop. You smile so widely when you talk about it! I love to see that smile.”

“You said the old days without me were better-”

“They’re not! Y/N I was so fucking lonely back then! I didn’t feel much of anything back then! The only real thrill I got was when I was Vigilante! You made me feel things I didn’t know I could...Fuck the old days. I want my days with you..”

You cried a bit in his chest as he rubbed your back.

“I shouldn’t have left. I should’ve just marched back in and apologized right there and then. I am so fucking sorry..I’m sorry...None of what you saw right now is what it looks like. Chris had sex with her..I did not. I fell asleep.”

“Why were you in bed with them! Why is she wearing your fucking sweater!?”

“Chris gave her my sweater when she got cold. He told me about it after they finished! She didn’t sleep in the same bed as me and him. She slept on the couch! I slept in the bed with Chris cause I was too drunk to walk and he wanted to make sure I didn’t choke in my sleep. I swear to you..that is what happened..”

You shook a bit as Adrian gripped you tightly. “Excuse me...” You peaked your head up seeing the girl now wearing Chris’s shirt.

“I’m so sorry I caused confusion...He told me he had a girlfriend. Everything he’s saying is true..I was given his sweater cause I got cold..I promise nothing happened between me and him..Only me and the other guy..”

You nodded taking Adrian’s sweater from her. “Thank you..” You mumbled out as she awkwardly nodded.

Adrian waited for a response from you as you fiddled with his sweater. Chris walked out heading to you both.

“Dude Y/N! Gina just told me what happened! Nothing happened no threesomes took place! I promise! I just made him sleep in my bed to make sure the idiot didn’t choke on his vomit! No threesomes happened! Adrian like is totally obsessed with you-”

“I know the girl explained everything already.”

“Oh...” You snorted a bit as he adjusted himself.

“Sorry for the scene I caused-”

“Don’t apologize! I was being a dick last night and you had every right to think what you thought! Adrian told me what happened. You didn’t deserve me laughing at you. I promise you again though. No threesomes happened last night, but if you ever wanted one I wouldn’t be opposed-”

“Dude!” Adrian yelled at him angrily.

“Back off! I don’t share her!”

You laughed a bit as they argued back and forth.

“I’m just saying wouldn’t you want someone you know touching your girlfriend-”

“No I don’t want anyone touching her but me!”

You grabbed Adrian’s hand shutting them both up. Chris cleared his throat, ‘Well I guess I’ll be going inside now. Reach out when you wanna hang again dude. Y/N good to see you. Sorry again.”

Chris left as Adrian took his sweater from you to put around your shoulders. “It’s cold..” He murmured kissing your forehead.

You nodded letting him walk you to the car. It was a quiet drive back. Once at home, Adrian showered as you threw his sweater in the hamper.

“Please say something.” Adrian sat next to you after he got changed. You shrugged.

“I don’t know what to say..I’m a bit embarrassed..”

“No don’t be. You had every right to think the way you did Y/N. I’m surprised you’re still here to be honest..”

“Do you not want me to be-”

“Yes I want you here! I don’t want you anywhere else but here! Please don’t go..”

You nodded moving into Adrian’s arms. “Hold me?” He nodded quickly.

“I want nothing more than to hold you..I’m so so sorry Y/N..I’m so sorry..” Adrian kissed you wanting you to know how he felt.

“I’m sorry too Adrian..” He shook his head.

“No you don’t apologize. I crossed the line last night with what I said. I love you..I love you so fucking much..I realized I did the morning after we had sex for the first time..I thought you left, but you didn’t. Instead you made pancakes..”

“I thought it’d be nice to make you pancakes..” You smiled at the realization Adrian fell first.

“It was..It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. I’m sorry..”

You smiled kissing him. “It’s okay..I missed you so much last night..I really did Adrian. I shouldn’t have let you leave..I had trouble sleeping.”

He grinned hearing you, “I had to get stupid drunk to fall asleep. I’m used to you here with me..I’m sorry again-”

“Shut up.” You pulled him into a deep kiss running your hands through his hair. Adrian took a deep breath kissing you back roughly. He groaned as you tugged his hair.

You smiled as he began kissing your neck. “Fuck..so pretty..” Adrian whispered in your ear kissing your jaw nibbling it softly.

You gasped a bit as he moved his hands up the back of your shirt fiddling with your bra strap. “Can I?”

You grinned. He always asked you first. Even if you’d made it clear you wanted it, he still always asked.

“Yeah Adrian you can..”

“Fucking hot.” He moved you under him kissing you. You couldn’t keep the smile off your place.

“So fucking beautiful..How could you ever think I’d want anyone but you?..” He grunted as you pulled him off your neck.

“I love you Adrian..please don’t leave me..”

“I could never leave you..I should be asking you not to leave me with the shit I just had you put up with..Fuck I love you Y/N..”

You pulled him down kissing him once more. “Keep kissing me idiot.”

“Careful I won’t let you leave the bed if you say it like that.”

“Maybe I want that.”

Adrian smiled kissing your forehead, “Then it’s settled you’re not leaving this bed until I say you can or unless you have to pee. I don’t wanna be weird and dictate your bladder. It is your bladder. You know when nature calls-”

“You’re ruining the mood.”

“Oh..” He sheepishly smiled kissing you again. “Please forget what I said.”

You laughed as he began to lift your shirt off.

“No promises..”

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sanzu-sanzu-sanzu · 3 years

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compliments by sano manjiro

Sano Manjiro (Mikey) X Reader / slight fluff, established friendship, a study on...girls

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Manjiro had used to think it strange that you rarely ever smiled in photographs, or that you even agreed to get your photo taken at all. (Although it only usually took a minute of Baji’s pestering and/or Mitsuya’s polite request for you to finally give in, but that’s beside the point.)

He remembers your eyes, the way they concentrated in the distance, as you quietly contemplated because nobody had ever asked you this before. “I just don’t like seeing my face in pictures, that’s all.” And you explained, in good humor and with an air of flimsiness, that Oh, you sorta didn’t like the way your cheeks looked (puffy) when you stretched your mouth into a smile, that’s why. And you laughed briefly like it’s actually funny, and Manjiro was quietly reeling inside his head ‘cause that same, puffy-cheeked smile was the same one you gave him that first day in kindergarten when you were little, as he looked up after (accidentally) tripping face-first into the playground’s bushes and there you were with that silly little smile on your face, admiring the flower that had stuck on his hair.

A good chunk of his childhood up until that point had been spent on chasing after that smile, he’d only then realized.

“But you’re smiling now,” he said out of impulse, and he’d almost regretted the words when your face slowly shifted to a neutral expression and you went back to thinking. But then your eyes cleared and your face brightened again, and you were once again facing him with that smile that he loved, albeit softer and more private now. And Manjiro thought maybe the thing they said about time stopping still was true, after all.

“Well, ‘cause it’s you.” You shrugged, like he ought to have known. “So it’s fine.”

You were always thinking, Manjiro had noticed. You thought about how others felt, how others saw you; you thought about your friends and asked about their dreams and that grammar homework they couldn’t quite get a hang on; you sometimes even stressed over problems that seemingly didn’t have to be problems at all and yet you still took the time to think through.

Like that one time a boy from school had asked you to be his girlfriend. A boy that you liked and had known for some time (nope, Manjiro didn’t care) yet still turned down. Manjiro had been curious though and because you were friends, you gave him your honest account.

“He said he liked me ‘cause I was ‘not like the other girls.’” You sighed, sadly, yet he thought there was also something else. A hint of frustration if one squinted.

He looked at you from the side of his eye and kept the ‘But you are not like the other girls’ down his throat because apparently something about it made you upset. If you were to ask him though, he’d just consider it the truth, but then he wasn’t you and he wasn’t going to get any answer just by staring.

“Is that wrong?” he asked quietly, unsurely because this seemed to be important to you. You smiled at him, endeared.

“Well, the thing is, I am like the other girls. And I like being like the other girls. The way he said it it’s like there’s something wrong with being one in the first place that he thinks I don’t have so I must be better than the rest…But I like being a girl and hanging out with girls and I bet if he’s made friends with just about any other girl, he’d say the same thing…that she’s funny, maybe she’s weird…and interesting in her own way. And I don’t know…he doesn’t even know me.”

It was when Manjiro had realized that if the guy had only said I would like to get to know you better instead of already making an assumption as to who you were, then maybe, just maybe, you’d have given him a chance. And that how very lucky he was that you were friends because he could know you.

Words, he’d slowly come to realize, carried a lot of meaning for you, that while others were content with surface answers and meanings, you always dug deep and seemed to be seeing more than others did.

It’s why he rethinks the ‘I think you look pretty when you smile’—and yes, he really, actually does, but maybe that’s for some other day—as a way of convincing you to smile for him right now as he points the camera at your face, instead saying,

“But I love your smile, it looks very genuine and happy.”

…and mean it. Because it’s your birthday today and you’re surrounded by friends and he can see the mirth in your eyes and it’s the happiest he’s ever seen you, and all he wants is to cut out this moment in time and keep it safe in the palm of his hands forever—a balled-up, well-kept ray of sunlight, of sorts, to save for your rainy day.

You roll your eyes good-humoredly, lightly shake your head. “Na-uh, Manjiro, I already told you. Come on, give me the cam and let me take a picture of all my friends instead.”

“Please, hey,” he says, catching your wrist. There’s that girlish smile on your lips once again and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he convinces you. He takes your chin lightly in one hand so he can look at you straight in the eye.

“When you look at this photo again when we’re older, you’re gonna remember how happy you are today. I hope seeing the way you’re smiling right now would keep Future You from feeling sad, in any way.”

He doesn’t take his eyes away as he drinks in every part of your face, as he strokes the underside of your lower lip, and smiles.

You don’t move in to hug him but the look you’re giving him seems to be equivalent to one. Instead, you inch a little bit closer and stand on your tiptoes so you’re almost nose to nose.

“That is actually quite romantic and sweet. I really like that,” you almost whisper, not breaking eye contact.

“You’re always into very corny things,” he half-whispers back, breaking into a grin. To that, you only roll your eyes again before you fix your positions and he finally gets to have your photo taken.

“Well, how is it?”

It’s perfect, he says, it always is, looking up from the cam and then at you, meaning it ‘cause it’s the one truth he knows. A lot of things has changed and will keep changing still; a lot of things to learn and unlearn, and words to juggle and learn to say. But you’re still you and you are here and this is all he’ll ever really ask for.

you’re the first and last of your kind

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korasonata · 3 years

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So, the original plan was to do these quotes until Joe and Cleo finished their models, which was half accomplished during this stream (yay Cleo!). Question is should I still continue these after Joe has finished his model, or have we had enough now? Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo model stream part 7! Link to the video is below and time stamps are above each set of quotes!

Link: https://m.twitch.tv/videos/1155955572

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00:32:05

Joe: This is our weekly paper craft stream. I’m joined today by ZombieCleo, who you can find at—

Cleo: Hiiiiiiiiii!!!

Joe: — twitch.tv/zombiecleo. You don’t need to type the “hi” in the middle. Although it is adorable, and so I wouldn’t blame you.

—

00:56:25

Cleo (in response to someone saying they like Hershey’s chocolate): I mean you can like the chocolate. It’s ok to be wrong. It’s fine. You know, you can—

Joe: A certain amount of the other person being wrong is to be expected in any relationship.

Cleo: Yeah! Look at my relationship with you, Joe.

Joe: Yeah, I mean we’re— we’re off the charts for that.

—

01:01:15

Joe (changing into his chroma green tank top): We can’t have people seeing my torso.

Cleo: Oh you know, yeah you— you are a cryptid.

—

01:02:04

Joe (doing a face camera expansion): these chains I’ve forged in life are about to begin pulling me down to the deep below! Enter the Jhoooooooost!

Cleo: Can I just point out that “life” was very southern. At that point. (Heavy southern accent) Life.

Joe (heavy southern accent): Life.

Cleo: Laaaaaffe

Joe: Liiiiife *both laughing* These chains I’ve forged in—

Both: laaaaffe!!

Joe (heavy twang): Pullin’ me daaan to the deep behlooow!

—

01:07:16

Cleo (in response to Joe having a laughing fit): And that is one of the rare times where Joe has a complete, absolute giggle fit on stream

Joe (still laughing): Ok I’m sorry, but “puritans go home” is the best thing to put on anything worth— ok im gonna start making a— ok. (Serious) Im gonna start making an actual checklist cause, um, (actually writing down a checklist of things he’s taking to his parents for thanksgiving) ok thanks—giving twenty twenty—one. Ok so, salad cream.

Cleo: *wheezing*

Joe (reading list): “Puritans go Home” icing on pie…Um, you know let’s just throw iron brew in there. Why not! Irn-Bru and vodka!

Cleo (laughing): Sure! Why not!

Joe: Yeah. Well, so, my maternal grandmother was Scottish and—

Cleo: oh I’m sorry.

Joe: —so I think my mom would get a kick out of Irn-Bru. As like “oh! Here’s something from the old country!”

Cleo: *physically wheezing* from the old country!

—

01:29:43

Joe: Oh, it’s really fun. Did you know that a bunch of people on Tumblr care a lot about how tall each of us are?

Cleo: Yeah. Yeah.

Joe: Yeah, oh man I’ve been spreading information and taking weird height pictures with people at conventions for years. It’s like— *Cleo laughing* I’ll intentionally like stand on things or like, uh, or like stand in such a way that you can’t tell I’m crouching, so people are like “Ok, so Joe’s like taller than Bdubs but shorter than, uh, like— Stress or something. It’s like how does that happen?!” *trying not to laugh* Because I’m screwing with you.

—

01:31:11

Joe: See that’s the thing is— is sometimes people think things are about power. I think they’re just about being obnoxious.

Cleo: I mean, you think most things are about being obnoxious which is why it’s a power move for you. Cause being obnoxious is your power move. It’s where you’ve got the most power, Joe.

Joe: Hm, that makes sense.

Cleo: Sometimes I do. I try not to when I’m with you, because— it’s easier.

Joe: Yeah. You don’t wanna give me any actual like workab— or usable intelligence.

—

01:42:47

Joe (reading chat): I’ve been on Hermitcraft since season one— yeah. That was only like 10 years ago though.

Cleo: I’ve been on Hermitcraft since season 2.

Joe: Yay Cleo!

Cleo: Which was only because Joe asked me to come on, or pu— vouched for me.

Joe (genuine): Well I am glad you joined.

Cleo: I mean I was— I was at the point where I was just like “is this what I wanna do for the rest of my life? Should I just go full ham into teaching?” And, uh, then you made that offer and I thought “well, I’ll see how it goes”. And it did quite well for me. So…you know.

Joe (quietly): I am so glad

Cleo: You are the reason why I’m still doing Minecraft content.

—

01:44:19

Joe (reading chat): Attasked says “Only you can judge whether you’re hot” no plenty of people can tell I’m hot, Graved. It’s— pretty blatantly obvious. You don’t— you don’t have to be good at judging to be able to tell. Like, that’s not an only me thing.

—

02:00:54

Cleo: You ever have those moments where you’re just questioning your choices in life?

Joe: *having a breakdown* Moments!

Cleo: *cackling*

Joe (through tears): I’m sorry, you’re just the best Cleo.

Cleo: *laughing, but genuine* Awe, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to depress you today!

Joe: No it’s— *inaudible sobbing* Today—

Cleo: *dying*

Joe (quietly to himself): Is this is frame? Sorry, I was cutting this out of frame. My bad.

Cleo (still laughing): I like how everyone’s just sort of gone quiet and gone “…is Joe ok?”

Joe: nOO!!!

Cleo: We’ve established that Joe is not ok.

Joe: But I’m really good at it!

Cleo: *spitting out her drink*

—

01:49:52

Joe: Let’s go down the Mississippi, Cleo.

Cleo: I mean, that I think we could probably do. Let’s go down the Mississippi, Joe.

Joe: yay!

Cleo: On a flimsy raft.

Joe: Yeah, we can actually— there’s a lot nicer boats now though. Like—

Cleo: I mean— yeah, but do we— do— you know…it’s the Huckleberry Finn experience.

Joe: I mean, here’s the thing, is if you actually came here and I was like “Cleo, let’s go to the Mississippi River and go down the river a few miles”. I think you’d be more likely to actually say yes if I had an actual boat lined up than if I had a flimsy raft.

Cleo (excited): If it— if it— if it makes you feel better, I— I would do the flimsy raft. Like, hands down. It seems more fun.

Joe (realizing that she’s serious): I— you say that, but I don’t think you’ve seen the Mississippi River. Like, the problem is it’s full of these giant barges these days, the wakes of which would just throw your raft over.

Cleo (dead serious): I can swim.

Joe (attempting to compromise, completely lost as to how he has somehow managed to be the voice of reason): Ok…Alternatively we can go down a smaller river…In a raft…

—

02:04:43

Joe: Sorry, I’ll stop monologuing. Uh, but yeah sorry I was in the process of—

Cleo: I’LL STOP MONOLOGUING! Yeah, yeah that’s gonna happen.

Joe: yeah, I’ll- I’ll say I’m gonna stop monologuing and I’ll warn you that-

Cleo: And then he just continues

Joe: -that Cleo you should probably be ready to start talking sometime in the next 8-12 minutes.

—

02:15:26

Joe: Oh, I need to get a green screen suit jacket. Um, I realized. Cause I got the green screen, um, uh dress shirt. That I wear under existing suits, but I don’t have an actual like green screen suit.

Cleo: I— I am always amused by your definition of “need”

Joe: My definition of what?

Cleo: Need.

Joe: Need.

Cleo: I need a green suit.

Joe: Ok, I’m sorry Cleo, the people need me to get a green suit.

—

02:30:23

Cleo (reading chat): “Joe-Getters and Go-Getters” yeah, Joe’s not a Go-Getter, he’s a Joe-Getter. Which is infinitely worse.

Joe: You say being a Joe-Getter is infinitely worse, but you also frequently lament that you get me. So, maybe you’re a Joe-Getter. Have you considered that?

Cleo: I am a Joe-Getter. I do get you, Joe. Which is terrible. It’s— It’s a trauma, actually Joe, I’ll have you know.

Joe: Yeah, comprehend me and despair, Cleo.

Cleo: I looked too deep into the abyss. The Joe-byss, sorry.

Joe: Thank you, yeah we’ve got a brand. Always be branding.

Cleo: *giggling* A.B.B. - Always Be Branding.

Joe: That’s not an infinite void of despair. That’s an infinite void of—

Both: Joe’s despair.

—

02:34:31

Joe: Let’s just leave it at don’t push me off a roof. Like *laughing* I feel like anything I could add to that would undermine the overall theme of just encouraging people to not do that.

Cleo: Um, let me put it like this. I always had the capacity. Always. But! I never acted on it, Joe.

Joe: Mhm, yeah thank you.

Cleo: …yet…I’ll try not to.

Joe: Yeah. And— and also keep in mind Cleo, I mean, given, you know, how well we’ve managed to work together over the last decade. Even if you did push me or throw me off a roof. *grinning* What makes you think that you’re not coming with me?

Cleo (slightly proud): That felt like a threat. It felt like a threat. I’m not gonna lie.

Joe (through giggles): Yeah, that was the, like— I spent 90 seconds figuring out how to revise that so is it was not blatantly like a violent threat.

Cleo: I mean…yeah, I think— I think— I think between the tw— it— it’s a mutual aggression pact at this point.

—

02:51:53

Cleo (holding up seemingly two identical pictures of turret towers): Am I— am I going actually insane? Are they not…the same turret?

Joe (examining pages on screen): …y—you know there might be…subtle differences that, uh, a— you know, skilled crafts person would find unavoidably blatant. Um…I make no such claim Cleo.

Cleo: Good, because, you know…trauma…Yours, not mine.

Joe: *laughing* yeah I was gonna say. Trauma as a verb. I’m just gonna trauma you.

Cleo: *laughing* I’m gonna trauma you so hard right now.

Joe: Yeah, if you don’t calm down and agree with me.

Cleo: If you don’t agree with me, that’s— that’s your mistake.

—

03:38:48

Cleo (about authors): just be careful who you like and just recognize the faults in any media that you do like. Just don’t imagine that everything’s perfect, because it’s not. Just be open to the fact it’s not perfect.

Joe: The only perfect media is YouTube videos produced by ZombieCleo.

Cleo: Fact.

—

04:00:34

(Having finished her model)

Cleo (tiredly): No booshes. No booshes. I know it’s got places for booshes, but I don’t want to do booshes because…there’s a limit.

Joe (currently in the United States): Yeah. Well, now you can come over here and help me Cleo, is what chat’s saying.

Cleo: Ok.

Joe: Go help Joe hold this stuff he can’t glue.

Cleo (Currently in England): Hang on, hang on. *rummaging on desk* What do you need? I’ve got lots of things, what do you need?

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #zombie cleo #zombiecleo #joehills #joe hills

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histarean · 3 years

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dating reiner braun headcanons

content: general reiner head canons but dating edition!!

a/n: yep i'm back! and in honor of our two faced man's birthday, here are some random head canons for the birthday boy himself. it's still august 1st in my time zone so technically his birthday isn't over yet

i think we’ve already established this but reiner would be the biggest sweetheart - in any relationship

even if you two were just friends, he would do the most to make sure you were happy

especially if you were dating

i’m talking surprise flowers at your doorstep and the most elaborate dates

if you dated in high school, prepare for over the top prom invitations

you know those crazy prom proposals you hear about? that’s him.

and don’t be surprised if you see his face on pinterest standing in your yard surrounded by rose petals

but in university and above, he’s more subtle with it

he’d still keep up the romantic gestures and go out of his way to find new ones but skip the huge public scenes and such

he just wants to make sure you know he still loves and cares for you

it’s okay reiner we all know

he would try baking/cooking but never again

reiner probably burned through all the ingredients and didn’t make a single edible thing

it’s the thought that counts, okay

touch starved man!!!!

we all know about clingy eren but clingy reiner...

he’s super mindful of pda in public, but he’ll at least hold hands with you

and you know that signature hand-in-back-pocket move? i fully believe he would do that

anything so he can touch you and make sure you’re there

for when he’s driving, he’ll do the stereotypical hand on your thigh and will get genuinely upset if you don’t let him

after some back and forth he reluctantly settles for an arm over your seat

just let him touch you, he loves you so much

but when you’re alone, all standards are off

he’ll pull you in for hugs at random times, ending in a kiss to the forehead or lips

or if he’s feeling really needy, he’ll drag you to the nearest cushioned seat and hold you there

he usually ends up falling asleep and you’re stuck there until he wakes up his arms are stronger than diamonds

reiner doesn’t mean to be annoying, he just wants to be with you all the time

please put up with him

there’s a lot going on in his head but he tries to remember important dates and anniversaries for you

don’t get mad if he forgets, he’s doing his best

if he DOES end up forgetting, he’ll do absolutely everything he can to make up for it, apologizing profusely and going all out for a “makeup” date

usually consists of a candle-lit dinner and a long night full of gourmet food and wine

i’m forcing myself to keep this sfw but just know he would be such a gentle lover

soft dom soft dom soft dom

basically a gentle giant

he uses different pet names for you in private than in public to avoid you getting embarrassed

his public pet names: baby, babe, sweetheart, angel, dear, love, darling

private pet names: honeybun, gorgeous, doll, sugar, sweetcheeks (on occasion), and any other cheesy ones he thinks of

my friend and i cannoned him as having a motorcycle and before you say no, just imagine reiner picking you up, leaning on the front of his motorcycle reciting the corniest pick up lines, “if looks could kill, you’d be a mass weapon of destruction,” or something stupid like that

definitely has multiple fur babies you guys adopted together

i’m voting he would get a cat and dog cause he said he didn’t want the other to get ‘lonely’ when you're not there

and names them some weird name no one would have thought of

something like cattatunia or sir didemus

but uses them unironically and has no clue why everyone laughs when you tell them their names

and best believe these animals have full first, middle, and last names too

he means well in the grand scheme of things and anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend

i barely edited these, it's just a compilation of hc thoughts that popped into my head and i happened to turn into a birthday post. i really want to do more detailed ones sometime in the future so they're not all over the place

#these were so incredibly rushed omg #another character i've never written before #my masterlist is going to be so hectic #and of course happy birthday to zeke too #Reize birthday collab (kinda)#reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #reiner braun headcanons #reiner fluff #reiner headcanons

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hrodvitnon · 2 years

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The Elder Scrolls TV Idea

Someone’s probably already said this, but if The Elder Scrolls gets a Netflix adaptation (or so the rumor goes), it can go the way of Netflix’s adaptations of either Castlevania (excellent) or Dragon’s Dogma (an on fire garbage can). Because Skyrim is probably the series’ most well-known installment — to the point where I’ve met a guy who was genuinely surprised to learn it’s the fifth main entry — it would be extremely easy, and lazy, to simply adapt the story of Skyrim; the game’s been rereleased and ported so many times that anyone can tell you every single plot beat in this or that questline. It would give the impression of TES just being another generic fantasy world, or that Skyrim’s the only TES game worth playing, and some critic who doesn't know The Witcher from The Legend of Zelda will look at it and go "ho hum, another Game of Thrones wannabe. I don't need to play the game to know otherwise."

And so, I have a proposal: Do it like Halo Legends.

For the uninitiated, Halo Legends is a compilation of seven short animated films set in the Halo universe, telling a different story and animated by a different anime studio, from Studio Bones to Production I.G. to Toei Animation. They’re quite good; “The Duel” is my personal favorite.

So why should an Elder Scrolls adaptation be like Halo Legends? Because TES and its lore is simply too big and weird to brush aside in favor of rehashing Skyrim; from Tamriel’s two moons being the rotting corpse of a long dead god to the sun being a hole in the sky leading to Aetherius, to the very concept of Dragon Breaks, the Daedric Princes and their respective planes of Oblivion, to all the metaphysical stuff, and so on.

And then there’s the CHIM.

There’s so much potential! You can tell established stories in the lore, historical figures and events, you can even adapt the stories of books you can literally read in the games since some of them are actually plays intended to be acted out (including The Lusty Argonian Maid). Here are just a few examples of what can be done (also my lore knowledge is isn't perfect so there might be mistakes here).

Saint Alessia

Picture it: The Ayleid Empire, the First Era. The Ayleid elves employed cruelty and Daedra worship, utilizing slaves not just for practical purposes but also for “art-torture,” including but not limited to setting human children on fire for sport. If it weren’t for the aesthetics you’d think they were Warhammer’s Drukhari. Enter one of countless humans born into slavery, a woman who will become known as Alessia, who prays to Akatosh and the Aedra for liberation. She receives three visions from the Aedra; she escapes her slave masters and establishes a holy city, starting the first slave riots; she meets Morihaus the Man Bull, raises an army, teams up with the legendary elf-hating psycho Pelinal Whitestrake, and royally fucks over the Ayleids. Alessia declares herself the first Empress of Cyrodiil and is imbued with the “Dragon Blood” by Akatosh, and upon death her soul is placed into the Amulet of Kings, to seal the barrier between Mundus and Oblivion...

Also, Morihaus? The winged man bull demigod, son of Kynareth, one of Alessia’s champions? He was also her consort. Their son was one of, if not the first minotaur. It’s like, Joan of Arc meets Beauty and the Beast, and the beast stays a beast.

Pelinal Whitestrake

Remember Pelinal up there? Alessia’s other champion, all decked out in crusader knight armor, considered family by Morihaus, and depicted as a hero in modern Imperial dogma and also the Knights of the Nine DLC? Not only is he actually a batshit insane genocidal elf-hating engine of mass destruction, he’s implied to be a time-traveling semi-divine kinda cyborg from the future. Don’t indicate he’s got some divinity in him or you’ll be smothered by moths in your sleep, though.

Seriously, dude HATES elves like the Doom Slayer hates demons; Pelinal first meets Alessia when he’s caked in Ayleid gore and viscera. Pelinal nearly caused the Aedra to abandon Mundus in disgust after he erased Ayleid lands from existence in his psychotic rage (then again, this is the Ayleids we’re talking about, and they also killed his boyfriend). So yeah, Pelinal Whitestrake. Champion of Saint Alessia, Slaughterer of Ayleids, and an insane screaming vortex of gore and racism in an approximately humanoid shape! Proof that not all characters need be a perfect golden child.

The Dwemer

The Dwemer (deep elves) are TES' version of dwarves. One of the biggest in-universe mysteries is "what the fuck happened to the Dwemer?" They were hyper advanced, creating steampunk robots that still function after thousands of years, their ruins dotting the landscape and providing all sorts of questions for in-universe scholars to ponder over, casting off conventional magic and worshipping Aedra or Daedra in favor of something called tonal manipulation, they're even responsible for making the Falmer (snow elves) what they are now, built the Numidium (a giant automaton intended to be a new god and a weapon of mass devastation). And then the Dwemer vanished. Why wouldn't they get their own episode?

The Nerevarine

This is one of those episodes that could be an abridged retelling of games in the series, and this one tackles the plot of TES3: Morrowind; in which a certain someone fresh off the boat arrives in Vvardenfell, is inducted into the Blades, is declared a reincarnation of the hero Nerevar, and must fulfill prophecies regarding the Nerevarine in order to defeat Dagoth Ur and his cult.

The Oblivion Crisis

Of course it’d be an abridged retelling of TES4: Oblivion, but you can also show how it impacted the other provinces (or at least what we know about); like the Collapse of the Crystal Tower, the resurrection of the Ald Skar Emperor Crab who ultimately died fighting off the Daedric hordes, and how the Hist trees of Black Marsh called back the Argonians so they can make like an army of Doomguys.

Hircine and the Hunter

Here’s a story that doesn’t have to be tied with anything specific and can even be pulled from various quests involving our favorite Lord of the Hunt; just the tale of a hunter encountering the Daedric Prince Hircine and is given a task, whether it’s hunting down a unicorn or a werewolf or something along those lines. The hunter may choose to go along with Hircine’s commands or disobey them and must survive some cat and mouse game; at the end, when the hunter expects to die, Hircine instead congratulates the hunter for their cunning and rewards them with one of his artifacts.

Whodunnit?

You know that one job in the Dark Brotherhood questline in TES4: Oblivion that’s basically a murder mystery where you’re the killer? You can make an entire episode based on that. Either make it into a slasher movie where the victims try (and fail) to outrun or defeat their assassin; or go the more interesting route and not reveal the killer until the very end, manipulating everyone at the party to distrust and eventually kill each other until there's only one left...

And finally, The Hypothetical TES Version of “Odd One Out” in Halo Legends:

A Day in Skyrim

The obligatory comedy episode, nothing but pure zany screwball slapstick. Picture it: The Dragonborn and Lydia are wandering the lands of Skyrim when suddenly! A dragon attacks! Naturally our heroes take up arms against the beast, but something goes wrong; the Dragonborn is caught in the dragon’s talons, or their weapon is stuck and the Dragonborn is somehow tied to the dragon, and so the big scaly thing decides “fuck this shit I’m out” and leaves the field... with the Dragonborn stuck to it, screaming with indignation and rage, throwing Shout after Shout, forcing the dragon to do whatever it can to remove the annoying screaming thing from its scales. Lydia, undyingly loyal to the Chaotic Mess that is her thane, is like “ah shit, here we go again,” gets on horseback, and resigns herself to chasing a dragon across the province.

They go through towns, skirmishes between the Imperial Legion and Stormcloaks, interrupt a Daedric ritual that naturally goes horribly wrong, run past an Orc stronghold dealing with a giant attack and two dragons, and eventually the dragon stuck to our Dovahkiin is so worn down it collapses into a bandit fort. Lydia follows the telltale whistling rainbow winds of a soul being vacuumed and catches up, butchering her way through the bandits, and finally finds her very tired thane who now just wants to go home and sleep for like a week... but they might as well loot the place while they’re here, get some money for all the trouble. The episode ends with Lydia checking out a little chest somewhere up in the fort’s tower.

“A NEW HAND TOUCHES THE—”

Lydia slams the chest shut and throws it out of the tower. The Dragonborn shows up. “Find anything good?”

“Nope.”

*distant crash*

There’s simply too many things I could list that could be episodes in a TES TV show; Vivec, the Aedra and Daedra, Ysgramor and the Companions, the Battle of Red Mountain, Queen Barenziah, Tiber Septim/Talos, the tragedy of the Falmer (Snow Elves), the Sword-singers of Yokuda, the Pride of Alkosh, Gaiden Shinji, THERE’S SO MUCH!

And that’s why an Elder Scrolls adaptation should be like Halo Legends. It should be made by people who love TES and play the games and deep dive into the lore. It’s likely never going to happen, but one can still dream.

#the elder scrolls

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Natalie Holt implying that Loki slept with Sif before cutting off her hair honestly makes my blood boil. The first Thor movie showed us a sympathetic character that was an outcast in Asgard, and a scapegoat in his family. Everything now just seems like Marvel trying to take all of that away. So many people are saying, "Well, now I know why Sif doesn't like him, lol!" And that is exactly as intended. We are supposed to see Loki as an ass and everyone else as a saint for putting up with him. :(

I'm just really baffled at how it's either a) supposed to make sense, or b) explain anything about their dynamic?

Like, okay, let's assume that they do hate each other bc they slept together. Why would that be? Even if you catch feelings and get rejected, that's not really justification to hate someone. Ideally you'd just go your own separate ways but since Loki and Sif shared a social circle, that probably wasn't an option, in which case the next best thing is to just be civil while you move on/get over the feelings. No hatred necessary, and certainly not for centuries.

I don't believe that either of them is stubborn enough to harbor a grudge over being rejected. Sif bc I wouldn't believe that she caught feelings for Loki anyway, and Loki bc while he would certainly be hurt, and his pride would be wounded, I just don't see him holding onto that for longer than it would take for him to move past it.

And where is the hair-cutting supposed to come in? Are we implying here that Loki is so childish and petty that he cut off Sif's hair in retaliation for her not returning his feelings? (Seeing it written down like that, I am guessing this is exactly the implication, bc of course it is, smh.) Was he 12 when they fucked, or ??

So here's the thing, though. You pointed out that the first Thor movie showed us a sympathetic character who was an outcast and a scapegoat but no, actually, it didn't. Thor 1 showed us a jealous, vindictive loner turned villain. That's the problem - the MCU isn't taking anything away as much as they're trying to re-establish the characterization they intended for him to have all along.

Thor 1 left things out that would provide more context to Loki's motivations. Thor 1 actively deleted scenes that showed Loki as sympathetic. Thor 1 set up a "good brother vs evil brother" black-and-white dichotomy between Thor and Loki, in which the narrative and the supporting characters all behaved as though Loki was innately the evil brother and there wasn't even a question about that. Thor 1 was Thor's movie, and while I obviously have no problem with that, it being Thor's movie means that to a lot of the audience, Loki was never going to be perceived as sympathetic. In order to make Thor the hero of his story, Loki has to be the villain and most people just accept that at face-value.

Is Loki sympathetic? Yes. Was he an outcast in his society and a scapegoat in his family? Yes. Was he evil at heart? No. Did he do bad things? Yes. Did he intend for them to turn out as terribly as they did? No. Etc.

These are all things that a lot of us know because we've taken the time to know them. One needs to be interested/invested enough in Loki to make the effort of interpreting his motivations and his characterization but, that said, having a vested enough interest in Loki to be an active fan doesn't necessarily mean interpreting him sympathetically. There's this weird divide and things that seem obvious in hindsight, such as Loki's sympathy as a character or the nuances of what he was really trying to achieve in Thor 1, are things that a lot of the audience + his fandom either don't pick up on or don't care to see.

There's a reason 2011-13 Loki isn't as popular as Ragnarok Loki. There's a reason there are so. many. posts. in this fandom that start off with "I love Loki, but -" and then proceed to drag him. There's a reason why a lot of his fans are like "lol I mean he did murder all those people though?" or why the "you just like Loki/apologize for Loki bc you want to fuck Tom" argument is so prevalent. There's a reason why headcanons like "Loki just fucked his way into the GM's inner circle" are treated as canon, or why nobody questions whether or not it actually made sense for Loki to randomly betray Thor right before the obedience disk scene.

The reason is that Thor 1 didn't show us who Loki really was, and because of his portrayal in that movie and in Avengers (subtext and word-of-god confirmation is clearly insufficient for the wider audience to realize that Loki wasn't acting of his own accord - no, he's just evil), there are very many fans who are just never going to see him as anything besides villainous at worst or "a fun but greasy little shit" at best, who causes trouble and does shitty things for the lulz.

"Loki cut Sif's hair for no other reason than to be a dick after they fucked" falls perfectly in line with that characterization, and the result is that you get tons of fans who are like "LOL that's SO Loki!" or "No wonder Sif hates him!" etc. And if, in 2021, ten years after Loki was introduced into the MCU, people are still coming away from his narrative arc + his own series believing that he is, or ever was, just a rotten little shit who caused trouble for the lulz? Then that is clearly the Loki that they see, that they stan, and that means whatever he means to them, and regardless of how our portion of the fandom may object and cry foul, there's honestly just nothing we can do about it.

So, I mean, there we are. People can feel however they want about Loki. It is what it is. And I think I'm just tired of getting upset about it. Re Loki/Sif, I will share my opinion that it's a trash headcanon and laugh at it, but I'm tired of allowing myself to get genuinely upset about how other people perceive this character, especially when there's nothing I can do about it and the only person who ends up suffering is me when my mental health spirals downward (bc I care way too much about fiction and I have no problem admitting it).

I didn't intend for this to be so long, and obviously this is not any kind of rebuttal against you or your ask personally, anon. It just gave me an opportunity to put into words what I've been feeling for quite awhile. It is what it is.

I also feel it's worth mentioning, again, that I think Natalie's soundtrack is absolute fire and I have nothing but respect for her as the composer in this series, but I do not think that earns her any merit in how she perceives these characters. Loki/Sif is her headcanon, and she also said that Loki looks at Sylvie the way he looks at his mother, which is like, and how do you think he's looking at his mother, Nat? Cause uh. I don't think they are the same. I know most people won't agree, but I feel like her words need to be taken with a grain of salt and not accepted as canon based on nothing more than her position of being someone who worked on the show.

I should put this behind a cut, but meh. Also, I know a lot of people reblogged/added onto my Loki/Sif post from last night and I was going to engage but I just don't have time, so please accept this as my general response + stance on the entire clusterfuck.

#asks #charlotte replies #a nonny mouse #this isn't really negativity i don't think #just my feels #loki pokey artichokey #if anyone feels i should add any tags they've blacklisted just let me know and i'll add them

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tobiosmilktea · 4 years

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the love club — miya atsumu

ten: eye for an eye

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a/n: i haven’t written anything in ages so my writing is trash rn, but hopefully atsumu and y/n being cute will make up for not updating two days ago 👉🏻👈🏻

you could’ve sworn you had told atsumu to come exactly at 6:30 pm, sharp. any later, you would’ve left the cafe the moment your shift ended without a single text to inform him that your patience was waning. you figured that was most likely going to happen considering a little birdy told you that inarizaki’s volleyball team was going through their hell week as nationals was just around the corner.

at least, that’s what you thought was going to happen.

if anything, miya atsumu himself arrived thirty minutes before the time given to him. it was enough to cease your stirring suspicions of him being late and a good enough excuse not to see his smug face, but the unfortunate tides have come across and drenched you in ill-fate—all gross and a bit powdery too at this point.

“there’s a handsome boy waiting outside for you, (y/n).” matsui-sensei, the owner and head baker of pink elephant cafe, not to mention your boss announced as he barged into the kitchen, all loud and boisterous.

despite being nearing his thirties, your boss still acted childish from time to time as there was an notion of implicate suspicions in his tone with that smirk he wore on his lips, his imagination running wild as a boy never really asked for one of his best bakers (not to mention the prettiest) attention before.

you swiftly hid your phone in the back pocket of your jeans as you let out a sigh, “tell him i’m not here.”

“it’s a bit too late for that,” says matsui, adjusting the red bandanna tied around his forehead to pull back his growing black curls and to catch his sweat. “he told me that your meeting with him was important so i said him that i’m letting you off your shift early.”

“why the hell would you do that?” your voice raised a few octaves, but hopefully not enough to travel through the kitchen doors and into the bakery.

matsui held his hands up in defensive and he throw you a playful smile, “listen, i think i’m doing you a favor, kid, considering that i’m pretty sure you haven’t even had a boyfriend yet.”

your eyebrows furrow in annoyance as you threw the rag you were using to clean the tables at your boss, yet he caught it before it could slap him straight on the face. “what makes you think this guy’s gonna ask me out, we’re literally just working on a project together.”

“trust me, (y/n), my intuition’s ringing.”

“unbelievable,” you scoff and you roll your eyes again.

“seriously though,” he continues as you make your way towards one of the blast ovens. the sweet aroma of blueberry muffins swiftly greeted your senses as you pulled it out with your mitted-hand, “you literally run a love advice hotline and never been in a relationship. don’t you think that’s a bit weird?”

you let the question simmer a bit as you didn’t bother to let the tray of muffins cool the full five minutes and you immediately attempted to pull them out of their metal molds. “not as weird as a grown ass man asking a couple of teenagers love advice.” you shot back, recalling how just over a year ago matsui had found out your other job.

the story was quite the funny one, actually, but long story short—you had forgotten to turn off the love club notifications during work and being the nosy boss he was, he ended up seeing his instagram handle right on your phone screen. there was certainly no way of excusing yourself from it as you ended up telling him everything. in the end, he didn’t mind as he was now engaged.

“hey!” his exclaimed, distracting you from carefully pulling out the muffins as you hissed out in pain. the tips of your fingers burned from the scorching heat of the freshly baked tray, appearing crimson and sore to the touch. matsui was too caught up in making a snarky comeback to even notice your quiet yelp of pain. “we don’t allow slander in this establishment, kid, now go before i fire you.”

you snort playfully at his words and you untied your flour-coated apron, hanging it up on one of the hooks near the doors before leaving the kitchen and into the bakery.

a deep sigh left your lips as you gently apologized for almost bumping into one of your coworkers who was making their way to get a customers order. the cafe wasn’t too busy, but was lively enough to certainly keep the employees on their toes. you almost felt bad for leaving your shift so early.

your eyes scanned the array of tables and chairs with slight fatigue before they landed on a familiar boy’s obnoxious blonde.

his broad back was towards you as he was slightly hunched over, probably from texting. you made your way over to him as you spoke over his shoulder, “you’re here early.” your tone was flat and uninterested as you watched his eyes widened the moment he met your gaze.

“hi,” was all he could say as you sat across from him.

you let out a huff as there was a stupid look on his face to which filled you with the urge to just deck him right on the nose to wipe that expression off his face, and yet, the feeling was suddenly replaced with a feeling too foreign for you to identify as he smiled a toothy grin at you.

oh god, help me now.

in the end, you and atsumu had actually gotten a lot of work done in two hours. considering that you were just a conclusion away from finishing, you were genuinely surprised you only had three urges to fight this man the entire time.

you supposed it was the way atsumu almost seemed like he was in a rush, a mere kick in his step as he started typing away at his document in speed. it almost left your mouth gaping and your eyebrows furrowing in confusion how well this man multi-tasked from doing his work while maintaining a conversation with you. granted, they were quite the strange topics from who would die in a zombie apocalypse first (to which you said that you’d feed atsumu to the zombies in a heart beat) then jumping straight into both of your plans in the future after graduation.

as you two took in each other’s entertaining quips of stories and random tidbits that for once, you found yourself enjoying atsumu’s company rather than hating each waking moment of it.

but, you were obviously known for not being the most talkative in terms of your lack of wanting to overshare information about yourself that would most likely turn into some kind of self-imposed altercation. you simply sat there, adding small grunts of agreements, surprised gestures, and the occasional witty retort to match atsumu’s playful behavior.

some time along those two hours, matsui came by and dropped off a bowl of berries by your table that atsumu liked to steal. he would think that his quick hands would go unnoticed as he swiftly snatched at your snacks, but unfortunately for him, it’s as if he hadn’t known that you did in fact notice.

there was only two berries left in the bowl and knowing atsumu’s greedy ass, you gently placed your hand to rest on the brim of the bowl, waiting a few beats to past for atsumu to reach his hand out again only for you reach out at the same time.

“dude!” the setter exclaimed as you grabbed the last ones, “not fair, (y/n).”

you could only hold yourself back from a melting smirk as you only popped one of them in your mouth, “stealing the majority of the food is rude, miya.”

“as if getting them before i could is any better,” he retaliated.

a breathy chuckle had escaped your lips as you held out to last berry for him to take. it was the one time you were actually going to be nice to this guy and yet he hesitated to even take it the moment his gaze fell upon your extended hand.

“are you gonna take it or not?” you say with a bit more authority.

however, you were immediately taken aback and atsumu grabbed your wrist and pulled it closer. the berry in the palm of your hand had fallen back into the bowl below as the boy before you looked at your red fingers. “did you burn yourself?” he asked gently, slight worry washing over his eyes as his gaze flickered back towards you.

you snatched your hand back from him as you shook your head, “it’s nothing.” you answer, taking your attention back towards the project in attempt to ignore the fact that your heart was suddenly racing much faster than before. you literally refused to meet atsumu’s eyes as you could feel the heat rushing towards your cheeks. having him see your slightly burned fingers was already embarrassing enough, seeing your tinted red cheeks wouldn’t have helped either.

your gaze that was locked onto your assignment swiftly flickered back towards him as you heard atsumu shuffle through his backpack to pull out a couple bandages. “i know it’s not much to help burns, but these bandages should at least protect them for the time being.”

three strips were slipped towards you as his a saccharine-sweet smile melted upon his visage. taking his offer, you took and placed one bandage at a time, slightly struggling with each finger until atsumu took the pleasure of helping you on the last one.

you felt your breath hitch in your throat as you noticed how his hands were great in size compared to yours. and despite being a volleyball player and assuming his hands would be rough and a bit calloused, they were much softer than you could’ve imagined.

perhaps you hated the way your urge to punch the living daylights out of atsumu suddenly morphed into a heart beat punching the living daylights out of your ribcage.

“thanks for the last berry, (y/n).” he muttered as his hands left yours and popped the last piece of fruit in his mouth.

oh god, please help me now.

fun facts! —

matsui is a family friend so he had known y/n since she was a kid. he ended up hiring her the moment she turned 15 (they even have a handshake cause they’re homies)

akaashi, kenma, and tanaka have never actually been to pink elephant cafe and they’ve been trying to visit for the longest time

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alfredosauce50 · 3 years

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You’re gonna go far, kid [Punk! England x reader]

Synopsis: Ever since coming to England to study, you haven’t had the time to do what made you come in the first place--tourism! The only friend you have is an exchange student from Russia, Ivan, so why not kill two birds with one stone? He schedules a little playdate with Arthur, a local, so he can show you around the hottest spots in London. You two immediately hit it off. Ivan is quick to notice his interest in you, so he starts teasing the poor man and making things hard for him. Camden is the last destination, and there’s no saying when he’ll ever see you again. Will he be able to get over himself and ask you out before the night ends? Note: Attractions are italicized and have a link to a picture. Wordcount: 4,641 The reader is referred to as she/her.

This was the day you had been dreading, and yet, looking forward to. The first part was easy to explain. Picking up your hot latte, you set it down after a quick sip. You didn’t even have time to enjoy it. Not when you were typing away at your keyboard like a speed demon. You promised your friend you would finish your assignment before today’s meet-up, but your procrastination habits were a bitch. Nevertheless, you were eager to uphold your side of the deal, even if it meant stressing your hair out to get it done.

So long as he didn’t show up before you were done, right?

After burning your tongue for the second time that morning, you let out a small groan at the sting you felt but gasped at what you saw outside the window. It was a sound made from genuine terror--rather than the quiet streets of London at seven AM, you spotted a man pressing his face right up to the glass. And he was staring at you, menacingly.

Anybody would’ve been creeped out by the sight, but you knew the guy. “Aha--Ivan! Hey! Morning?” You began rather awkwardly.

He waved in response, and his glower melted away in exchange for a childlike smile. “Dobroye utro, (F/N)! I hope that’s not your assignment you’re doing.” He hummed, placing two hands on the glass to peer at your screen from outside. Oh shit. Glancing briefly at said screen, you turned it away before clicking the upload button.

“Of course not.” You grinned, shutting your laptop immediately after. “I was just... Surfing the net. Checking Instagram. You know?”

“Is that so? I’m gonna check.” He made his way inside. And in no time, he was looming over your shoulder to start browsing through your internet history. You, on the other hand, were sweating balls.

“You’re so funny, (F/N). Who checks Instagram on their computer?”

It seemed like only yesterday he was the oblivious exchange student from Russia who had no concept of social media. He had been a country bumpkin through and through, but a few semesters after befriending you, your influence rubbed off on him. Even you had no idea what went through your head when decided to talk to him, the intimidating new kid who spoke broken English, but there was no turning back now. He was attached to you by the hip and picked up on your habits faster than you could deal.

He only became more of a menace when he discovered Twitter.

A displeased expression contorted at his expression when he saw that there was no evidence of you ‘surfing the net’. Google Docs couldn’t possibly count, after all. “... Hm... Apparently, not you. Why didn’t you finish this yesterday, sunflower? Remember our promise?”

You sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. I passed out last night. But hey, I technically finished it before you came, didn’t I?”

He craned his head from side to side in thought. “Maybe. But if you hadn’t, you know what that means.” Ivan coiled his arms around your neck and a sickeningly sweet smile curled up at his lips.

“You will come with me to Moscow for Christmas!”

A chill ran down your spine at the thought. Going to Russia was bad enough. But during Winter? You were never good with the cold. If you could barely handle London, Moscow was out of the question. “Oh God, please no.” He nodded giddily. “I’m never going to Russia. Maybe I’d consider it during Summer, but--anyway, that’s not the point here! I didn’t break any promises so I won’t be turning into a popsicle this year. Got that?”

He pouted. “Aw...”

“You damn sadist.”

“Hehe.”

“I wonder how you even became friends with him. Arthur, was it? Poor dude.” You mumbled, but he didn’t look all too offended.

He tapped his chin and hummed. “Now that you mention it.” Then, he let out a short laugh. “It’s a long story. Let’s just say it was a happy little accident.”

“Unfortunate.”

“But don’t worry! I don’t plan on bothering you as much as him today.” Ivan clarified, earning a slow nod from you. Phew. The clock was inching closer to eight and you weren’t much of a morning person, so hearing that was like music to your ears. “That’s why I wanted you to finish your work yesterday. I want him to be the only one making mistakes! It’s interesting to see him mess up and get embarrassed.”

You had to wonder if he was using ‘interesting’ as a synonym for fun because he was clapping. “... Ivan, you really are a sadist.”

The two of you stayed in that café for another hour or so, ordering some breakfast during your stay. Once the table was cleared and the bill was paid, you and he caught a bus to the London eye. You could marvel at the iconic ferris wheel for a few minutes as you walked up to the London aquarium next to it, your first stop. The building was huge to start with, and it didn’t look like they’d be storing fish in there considering how fancy it was. But wasn’t everything in England fancy?

“He should be waiting in the front. Look for a short grouchy man with a bad taste in fashion.” You shot him a weird look, beckoning him to elaborate.

“... And blonde hair.”

“Alright. I guess I’ll try my best.” Glancing around the sea of people filled with tourists, couples, and families, you skimmed the crowd for someone who fitted the description--but to no avail. It was only when they walked up to you both did you find the guy. He had short and choppy blonde hair that framed a heart-shaped face, and under his fringe was a pair of lime green eyes staring on with a neutral expression. And did Ivan say he had bad taste?

You couldn’t agree. Yes, his charcoal pants were ripped and he had a bandana tied around his neck with a Union Jack on it. But he still had a kind of style you liked. Under his black leather jacket was a gray shirt, and combined with the piercings in his right ear, you couldn’t help admiring him for a second.

“Arthur! I was wondering if you were trampled because we couldn’t find you.” Ivan began, causing the said man to furrow his brows. And boy, were they thick.

“You just arrived, so don’t start now you twat.” He grumbled. Ivan never teased you for your height, even when you were a little shorter than the Brit. He always found it cute, but you figured it was only because you didn’t care. The Russian always found amusement in poking fun at others, after all. “Anywho, I’m glad I won’t be spending the whole day alone with you.”

Turning to you with a soft smile this time, he held out a hand for you to shake. “Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland.”

You shook it, but not without a laugh. It hadn’t even been a minute since meeting him, and his personality seemed to clash violently with his appearance. He sounded so prim and proper, but his outfit screamed punk rock.

“(L/N). (F/N) (L/N).”

He released you from his grip. Placing his hands on his hips with an accusing stare, he felt a grin upturn his lips. “Are you copying me, (F/N)?”

“I don’t know. Do all British people introduce themselves like James Bond?”

Arthur clicked his tongue. “... Not all of them. Just a force of habit.”

“Mhm. Right, right. Well, it’s nice to meet you, Arthur. I’m a student here too and I could only imagine how busy it gets for you--so thanks for coming out today!” He didn’t respond to those comments and simply nodded.

Ivan stayed quiet in the back, but he was probably reading the atmosphere like he always did when he didn’t speak.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” The blonde turned on his heel and closed his eyes. “As much as I’d like to stay out here and chat, we can do that in the aquarium. Wouldn’t wanna waste our tickets, do we?”

While the group of three wandered slowly through the establishment, Ivan lingered in the background while you walked in the front with the Brit. For the first ten minutes, you’d look at him expectantly, gesturing for him to join in the conversation. As the mutual, wasn’t he supposed to be the icebreaker? He’d shake his head every time, offering you a smile as if to say, go and make some friends. But soon, this brief spell of irritation morphed into gratitude.

“I’ve been here probably a hundred times, so don’t take it personally when I don’t seem as excited as you.” Turning to him to watch his face as he spoke--which was filtered through a bluish tinge from the Antarctic setting-- you only caught a brief glimpse of it before he turned away. Huh. Maybe it was just you not paying enough attention.

Either way, what came out of your mouth next would surely grab his.

“Don’t worry about it. But hey, this is the first time you’ve been here with me, so look alive, won’t you?” It happened to be a slip of the tongue, something bold and improvised, but luckily, he reacted fairly quickly before the regret set in.

“Oi, you better not be flirting with me already,” Arthur grumbled, feeling another smile come as he heard you chuckle. Since when was he this expressive? He pinned it on the fact that he was starting to have a little fun himself.

“Couldn’t imagine it.” Before he could add anything else, you hopped in front of the penguins and started waving your friend over with great gusto. “Ivan, c’mere. Arthur, mind taking a photo of us?” Once he joined your side, the two of you held up peace signs for the Brit to snap a photo.

“Ivan, change your pose. We can’t have both of you doing the same thing.”

The said man moved his peace sign to the back of your head so he could stick two fingers over it. “Is that better?”

“... Better.” Trailing his emerald eyes to you, he felt his cheeks heat up a touch at the sight of you grinning ear to ear. What the fuck, Arthur. Just take the damn photo. And that was exactly what he did, showing you both right after. Whatever just happened, he boiled it down to him idealizing a stranger. That was right. He had yet to get to know you, so his perception of you couldn’t be any better at this stage.

But there was one thing he couldn’t deny.

“Damn, I look really ugly in this. You two better not post this anywhere.” You settled a hand over the screen to lower it with a nervous laugh. Then, you looked away, and what was that? You looked a little flustered.

You were cute.

Hanging his head to look at the photo, he knitted his brows together. You? Ugly? He couldn’t imagine it.

“... I bet I could take an even uglier one of you.”

Spinning back to him, you folded your arms. “What did you say?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head slowly, and the amusement in his voice made it blatantly obvious he was lying.

“That’s what I thought.”

Walking off at that, Ivan followed. Because he was behind him, he could brush his shoulders against his. Arthur looked up at that, but almost wished he didn’t. Ivan was smiling down at him so shrewdly, it was threatening. Then, he raised a hand to his mouth so he could laugh softly. “Huhu. You like (F/N)~”

His eyes flew open and blood rushed up to his face. “What the hell gave you that impression? I literally just met them!” As adamant as he sounded, he knew deep inside he liked you, but only platonically. Your personality was refreshing, and talking to you was as easy as breathing. Even if it wasn’t platonic attraction, he was endlessly frustrated the other figured it out earlier than he could.

Whatever it was, he was certainly more sociable than usual, even to the point of being a tease. And not to mention the rosy cheeks. Maybe he should’ve just kept his trap shut--otherwise, his huge outburst let Ivan milk the obvious. Fuck. He even started to giggle like a schoolchild.

Giving him a rough shove, he muttered a string of curses under his breath. “I bloody hate your arse, you know that?” He hissed, his face now redder than a tomato. God, why he did have to be born so pale? Every slight change to his complexion was jarring, and it was embarrassing.

“Don’t hate me because I’m right,” Ivan hummed, joining his side as your back came into view. “Once you realize, it’ll be too late. I’m not letting you have (F/N). I will always be (F/N)’s number one.” Lighting up at that, he skipped off to you in the front. “Wait for me, sunflower! Don’t leave me alone with Arthur!”

Arthur stopped in his tracks and clenched his fists. How annoying. If he was going to continue being a little tyke, then he figured he’d up his game as well. He didn’t know what that exactly entailed yet, but he’d do it. Ivan didn’t even sound like he wanted anything more than friendship, so what was with that? Pointing a finger at him as he walked off with you, his face scrunched up.

“What did you even call me out for then, you idiot? I’m supposed to be guiding you both!” Picking up his pace at that, he slotted himself between you and him. Flashing you a brief smile, he gave Ivan another push without breaking eye contact. “It’s a tight fit for three, so he’ll stay in the back.”

“Hey, no fair!”

By the time the whole aquarium was toured, you and Arthur were laughing to yourselves while leaving through the exit.

But the joyful atmosphere was short-lived.

The Ferris wheel just outside was the next stop, and the Brit offered to splurge a little to have a carriage without strangers. That way, you could run around as much as you wanted, even if that meant leaving the two men to sit in their lonesome. While Ivan was sitting on the bench in the centre out of his own volition, the same couldn’t be said for him.

Sitting back to back to the other, he pressed his legs firmly together and leaned over in a hunch. Then, he dug his hands through his hair, all while keeping his round eyes fixated on the ground. His heart couldn’t stop pounding, and his head was spinning like a carousel. What was he thinking, taking you here? That was right. This was an iconic destination you couldn’t miss, that was why. He was initially planning on staying back there on the ground, but you were so excited, he couldn’t help but hop on with you.

Fuck. Maybe Ivan was right about him. But he wouldn’t let him know it. Speaking of the guy, he didn’t know if he was sitting there by choice, or just rubbing it in. While he was incapacitated by fear so he couldn’t even stand, he was sitting there because he wanted to.

“You should’ve stayed on the ground if this was going to happen.”

Arthur screwed his eyes shut and tightened his arms around his stomach. “... Shut up.”

“I was just saying.” Ivan murmured, looking at him over his shoulder. Poor guy. He really was down bad, wasn’t he? Down bad for you, that was. Too bad Arthur was hoping he wasn’t convinced--but it was too obvious. So all Ivan wanted was to prove his point, and later on, keep you away from him. But maybe he’d save it until after the ride was over. “... This ride is thirty minutes long. You’ll live.”

He heard the other groan. “Thirty minutes? How long has it been?”

“Mm... Ten.”

“Fuck me.”

Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be long before you would pull away from the railing and return to the company of the two. Arthur had been praying that somehow, you’d leave him alone sitting there, pathetically, but he couldn’t expect something so cold from you. So while he hung his head, he wasn’t surprised to feel your hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, you okay?” He heard you ask, but he never looked up.

“... Yeah. Just give me a minute.”

“I have. Ten, actually.” Taking a seat beside him, you leaned down to peer at his face, which was a few shades paler than normal. He didn’t even have the energy to respond, and kept his eyes fixed to the ground. Concern immediately contorted at your features, especially when he looked so shaken. “Arthur, you look a little sick. What’s wrong? Can you talk?”

He shook his head slowly before managing a weak smile at you. “Sorry, love.” It didn’t even faze him he just called you that. He was far too uncomfortable to feel the embarrassment from a nickname he should’ve saved until a little later.

“I’m not... Too good with heights. Never have been... I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” His voice was slow and faint, and you were beginning to suspect he was having a panic attack. “... Sorry if I seem a little lame.”

“No, of course not.” You frowned. “Things like this happen. Just breathe with me, okay? You can do it. Just count to ten.”

Arthur took a deep inhale. “... Okay.”

Around ten minutes later of these exchanges, he calmed down some, especially when you kept on reminding him that the carriage was finally descending. Once the ride was over, you had to help him up and walk him out. Now that he had his two feet planted firmly on the ground, it didn’t take long for him to recover. Even then, you remained rather cautious and stuck with him on your journey to Soho. By the time everyone took their seats in Circolo Popolare, a beautiful Italian restaurant Arthur so kindly booked, you were still looking out for him.

Leaning over to rest your head on the table, you glanced up at his face with a soft smile. “... You okay now?”

A light blush dusted his cheeks and he nodded. You didn’t need to be this observant with him considering he was well now, but he loved your attentiveness. It wasn’t something he was used to. “Yeah, I’m fine now. Thank you. Now quit worrying about me, alright?” Rubbing the nape of his neck at that, you couldn’t help lingering on his body language for a moment.

It didn’t matter what he dressed like, or what his personality was. He could be endearing when it came to it, and a total softie too. And the thought made you smile even wider. If he thought you were cute, then you thought he was adorable. “Fine. I’ll leave you alone.” You slowly turned to Ivan, the action making Arthur tense up a little.

Reaching out to your hand, he took it. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

The feeling of his warm fingers around yours made your heart skip a beat. Did he just? Your thoughts manifested into your look of shock, and you darted your eyes over his neutral expression to try and decipher it. Before you could come up with anything, there was a phone in your face, followed by a flash.

“Wha--?”

He turned the screen to you to reveal a photo of you, and in your opinion, it was the least flattering picture anybody had ever taken of you. “I said I’d take an uglier photo of you, didn’t I?” Arthur grinned, the words acting like a cold splash of water to bring you back to reality.

“... You sneaky little shit.” You growled. “Delete that right now!”

“How about no?”

“I’ll never forgive you for this, Arthur.”

“I think you already have, love. You’re smiling right now.”

You stared at him wordlessly for a few seconds. Then, out of nowhere, you reached out to snatch his phone right out of his hands. Tapping furiously on the screen to get rid of it, you heard his chair scrape back violently as he tried to retrieve it. “Why, you--”

But it was too late. Gone forever. Lost in the abyss of cyberspace. And so, he immediately channelled his frustration by jabbing his fingers into your sides. “If I can’t have that photo of you, at least let me do this!” You burst into a fit of laughter so loud, nearby patrons turned their heads. Only then did he pull away, leaving you to recover through breathless wheezing.

“Fuck you, Arthur.” You whispered, but it was on an affectionate note more than anything. As you glowered at him from your seat, you never noticed Ivan doing the same thing, but he was glaring at the Brit for an entirely different reason. Arthur had to be the most self-aware person out there, and to make a scene in a restaurant like this? He really fell for you, didn’t he?

When he realized Ivan’s scorching gaze burning into him, he froze.

Not just out of how intimidated he was, but the epiphany that he was right all along. Why else was he acting so out of character? The only explanation was this--in the short time of being with you, he may or may not have developed a little crush. But that was no problem, right?

All he needed to do was to ask you out.

But that would prove a task easier said than done, especially when Ivan decided to attach himself to you by the hip after that stunt. That cunning bastard knew what he was doing. After a little window shopping around Bond street and Mayfair, he stuck to you like a tattoo, and kept it up until night fell. While the group walked around Camden, Ivan kept you by his side with a firm grip on your hand.

When you asked why he was suddenly so clingy, he simply justified it with, “It’s dangerous for small people like you to wander around at night!”

But Arthur called bullshit. Especially when the other went ahead and smirked at him right after saying it. Maybe he liked you too, but was refusing to admit it. How hypocritical. If not, then he probably didn’t want you making friends when you were the only friend he had. Whatever it was, he wasn’t about to back down so easily. Camden may be the last destination for the night, and perhaps, the last time he’d see you again for God knows how long, but it was his trump card.

If this didn’t sweep you off your feet enough to get you to pull away from Ivan, nothing would.

As a town famous for its thriving nightlife and punk culture, it encompassed everything he was passionate about, and he’d give anything to show it to you. So he included a visit to the bar here on the agenda today, one that hosted live music. While you and Ivan got comfortable in your seats, Arthur never made a move to sit down.

It was already dim inside, so you never noticed him leave. The next time you saw him, it was a few minutes later when he was on stage with a few other musicians. Leaning forward with surprise, you watched him strap on a bright red electric guitar. Walking up to the microphone, he adjusted that. No way.

You were still trying to process him being a professional performer, but a lead singer as well?

The second he strummed the strings to start a guitar riff, he opened his mouth to start singing.

Play this while you read

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Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time

And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach

His fingers never stopped moving as he belted out note after note. His voice was so different to how he talked, you had to do a double take. He sounded a little more rasp, a little more punk. To say you were impressed was an understatement.

Now dance, fucker, dance, man, he never had a chance

And no one even knew it was really only you

While he jammed out on stage, he was electric. The energy in the bar exploded, and he had everyone singing along. You could almost see the confidence in him shoot up from the excitable crowd, because he was smirking.

Nice work, you did.

You’re gonna go far, kid!

Turning his head to you as he sung that line, you raised a hand to your mouth. Whether he did that on purpose or not was a mystery. But no words could describe how attractive it was. Hell, it even made you mind blank for a few moments. This was Arthur? He was like an entirely different person! Needless to say, you were completely star struck.

You couldn’t even make out what Ivan was telling you when the music was blaring in your ears. But you didn’t care. Arthur had you caught in a trance with his voice and guitar all until the end. When the song finally ended, the band bowed graciously and threw up hand signs as the audience erupted in applause and cheers.

When he stepped off the stage, you didn’t hesitate to run up to him. There, you practically pounced on him for a tight embrace. “Oh my god, you were amazing! I didn’t know you could play so well! And sing, too! Why didn’t you tell me!?” You exasperated, pulling away to be met with his dazzling smile. It was the first time you’ve seen him so energetic, as if performing sparked a fire inside him that burned with youthful intensity.

“I was dying to show you all day. I wanted it to be a surprise, and I had to save the best til’ last, didn’t I?” He grinned, feeling his heart swell up with warmth as he watched you light up.

“Well, good on you! I loved it!” Squeezing him again, you felt his chest shake under his laughs. When you pulled away, you reached up to cup his face. But it felt so natural in the spur of the moment, even he didn’t seem to care.

“Thanks again for today, Arthur. I really appreciate you taking us out today. You completely blew me away.”

The way how you phrased it reminded him of why he was here in the first place. That was right. He still had to ask you out. And with Ivan watching on from afar, this was his chance. The thought reddened his cheeks, but while you had his face in your hands, he couldn’t feel more comfortable. “Is that so? If that’s the case, how about I take you out again?” His expression grew serious. “A proper date, I mean.”

It was your turn to blush, but you managed a quick answer.

“No need to look so serious, love. Of course I’ll go on a date with you.”

He chuckled and leaned in to peck your lips. “Stealing my vocabulary now, are we?”

“Stealing kisses now, are we?”

“Touché.”

Now a third wheel of the group, he breathed out a soft sigh and rested his cheek on his hand. “I guess my job here is done.” It didn’t really look like it, but he had been trying to play the wingman all along. Arthur was always one to go a little crazy when he wanted something, and only more so when he was desperate. So all he gave him was a little push in the right direction.

Maybe he would thank him later, but for now, he’d leave you two be.

This is a request. Thank you for requesting.

#hetalia fanfiction #hetalia #aph #aph england #england x reader #aph england x reader #arthur kirkland #request #oneshot #hetalia x reader #Axis Powers Hetalia #Axis powers ヘタリア #alfredosauce50 #hetalia fanfic #ivan braginsky #aph russia #aph russia x reader #reader insert #x reader

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echo-of-sounds · 3 years

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Just a weird thing I thought you’d find funny because I sure as heck do:

I never got diagnosed officially but throughout my life, my mom, stepmom, a therapist, and her mentor have suspected that I was on the spectrum (my brother got formally diagnosed, thus increasing my chances). The problem is that I’m so specific and in need of examples (a symptom) that I didn’t take it quite seriously because I thought “Oh, everybody does that” or “Well, I don’t quite do that so maybe I’m not autistic.”

The arguably funny part is, it got to where an autistic friend told me that a lot of the stuff I do suggests it to a point where I kinda?? Broke her??

So it would be me bringing something up, her explaining how it could be read as a symptom, and then me going, “Oh. ... So I used to (insert v specific thing that matches perfectly that I didn’t think counted).”

Ex:

Me: *I struggle letting myself break “a rule” I personally established because the thought of it causes me actual distress to the point of stimming furiously*

Friend: Bruh, this is textbook. It sorta mixes in with a sense of right and wrong.

Me: I don’t have that

Friend: Dude, you get ridiculously pissed when people break rules that don’t matter all that much in the grand scheme.

Me: ... My dad did tell me I was very intense about right and wrong as a little girl. 🤔

The ensuing rage from her included lines such as “GO GET DIAGNOSED, YOU FOOL!!” and “GO SMELL A PIE ON A WINDOWSILL AND FLOAT TO IT SINCE YOU WANNA BE SO CARTOONISH!!” After months of me asking if something I did was a spectrum thing (and it always fucking was with the evidence to prove it), I had broken her.

I just have all these quotes saved because seeing her come undone at my obliviousness was hilarious. 😂😂😂

I’m the exact same way! When reading diagnostic criteria for autism, I had a hard time connecting to it. I researched more and found articles about autism written by autistic people. Now those? Those made sense. I connected and understood those.

Like the social parts. I get so unbelievably drained from the smallest social situations. I always keep in my mind how to sit, act, what to say, what tone of voice, where to look, and when to respond. I’ve learned that that isn’t normal.

My face is often flat. My voice is low. People don’t know when I’m joking because my voice doesn’t reflect anything. If I need to try to speak over music or some loud sounds, I just won’t talk because of how much energy it takes to raise my voice even a little.

My friends thought it was weird how invested I got with my interests. When TMNT 2016 came out, I loved it. I went back to rewatch the old cartoons, read some comics, and just read about their creation. They didn’t understand why and how I got so easily involved with something seemingly minimal to them.

I have a morning routine, but I don’t have a daily routine. People think you need the latter for autism. But I have two specific towels, one purple, one blue, that I use for showers. I also have two Purple washcloths. Only I can use them. If someone else does, I get angry. I don’t mean to. Others don’t understand. I just get so irrational because they’re mine. No one else gets to use them.

I always need to sit in the same chair at my dad’s house. It’s beside my dad’s seat. If I don’t sit there and my dad doesn’t sit in his, I get pissed off and confused. My room needs to be organized how I need it. If someone moves or touches something, I’m hurt and angry. I have a specific cup and bowl only I can use. When I was younger, I never let my sibling use my toys. They’re mine. I was scolded for not sharing by teachers. Other people would just use them wrong, make a mess, get them dirty, or lose them. Only I can touch them. I’m still like that when it comes to my toys, collectibles, and books.

I learned that humming and repeating words/lines are a form of stimming. Articles by non-autistic people never include things like that. They never actually provide useful details and examples. I thought it was just something I did. But they’re not. I hum the Pink Panther theme song all the time. I love it. I mostly do it when I’m stressed or in a rush. It helps me focus.

I’ve also been able to understand how hypersensitivity leads to meltdowns and shutdowns. I’ve always had them. I never shared that part with my friends and family because I thought I was being immature. But it was my brain genuinely struggling to process wtf is happening around me.

It’s the same with my fumbling and poor coordination. And my uneven skills. I either excel in something because I love it, or I’m the worst and cannot do said thing. I wore the same sweatshirt to school for nearly a year because I couldn’t physically, mentally, and emotionally handle anything else touching my skin.

Or how I never understand why being blunt is rude/mean. My friends would come to me specifically for advice because they appreciated that I could be blunt with them. I don’t understand why not waving or smiling at someone is rude. Apparently, it is? I don’t say ‘hello’ or ‘good morning or whatever when I walk into a room. Apparently, you need to greet someone when you do that? I don’t get why. They can see me. I can see them. Why do I need to say something as a greeting when we very clearly see each other?

But yeah, I definitely understand what you’re saying and can relate. I’ve found that reading and relating to articles/books/posts is so much easier when it’s written by an autistic person because they understand. They don’t stick to the stereotypes. They provide genuine advice and help.

#asd #autistic spectrum #undiagnosed autism #autism support #ignore my rambling #personal?#asks #anon

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floatingcatacombs · 2 years

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Q Hayashida's Maken X Manga

12 Days of Aniblogging 2021, Day 8

I finally got around to the anime adaptation of Dorohedoro this year, and was not disappointed. It has one of the best fantasy settings, combining the decrepit industrial nightmare-scape of Hole with a wizarding world that seems just snooty at first but unfurls in such a way that exposes wizards for the absolute weirdos they are. Author Q Hayashida clearly just wrote what she wanted to see, and what she wants is plenty of buff women. I can’t complain! There’s a lot of stuff in Dorohedoro that stick out to me, such as how it completely eschews romance in such a way that the main duos feel genuinely close to each other in a way that most stories never achieve. The bonds between characters often manifests in the food that they make and eat with each other, and it is personally grounding for me to watch something that loves food in the way the Dorohedoro show does. There’s plenty of essay fodder here but I’m going to hold off since I haven’t finished the manga and instead talk about Q Hayashida’s lesser-known debut work: a manga adaptation of the Atlus video game Maken X.

A bit of a history lesson is in order. Atlus is a household name these days, but in the 90s they were really only known for Snowboard Kids in the US. No games from their flagship RPG series Shin Megami Tensei had made it overseas, bar a botched localization of the first Persona game in 1996. During the development of the Persona 2 duology, the team expressed a desire to break their mold of role-playing games and try something completely different. This culminated in Maken X, a first-person hack-and-slash game released internationally for the Dreamcast in 1999.

Maken X is weird. I’m not sure why Atlus thought that this would be their breakthrough game in the West. The presentation can be offputting for those who aren’t fans of Kazuma Kaneko’s doll-like artstyle, and the English voice acting is just plain bad. The first-person swordfighting feels as strange as you’d expect, and the tank controls, while somewhat common at the time, are not a good fit for the perspective. It’s full of Taoist imagery and philosophy which makes the plot pretty inscrutable if you’re not familiar, and while the branching paths provide the player with agency in the story, it’s easy to forget why you’re doing things from moment to moment. It got mixed reviews and sold well in Japan but performed poorly everywhere else, so that should be the end of the story. Except Q Hayashida’s manga reached a conclusion in November 2001, 8 months after the Dreamcast itself had been discontinued. I’ve never seen discussion of this manga despite it having a full English translation, so let’s check it out!

Unlike the fantasy world of Dorohedoro, Maken X’s setting is grounded in realism, maybe even a bit too much realism. It predicts a near-future 21st century world where Europe is in ruins due to a devastating pandemic, Neo-Nazism is on the rise globally, OPEC is causing another oil crisis, and tensions between the United States and China look like they’re about to flare over. Ouch. Also, psychic energy is real and an evil cultist organization which has control over both the presidents of the United States and China is trying to force everyone into a universal consciousness and destroy their individual psyches in order to end suffering. I don’t think things have gotten that bad here yet? To stop them, some Japanese researchers create the Maken, a sentient weapon with its own will (the player’s decisions) which can brainjack into people to take over their bodies, but leaves them an empty shell. You may think you’re playing as the girl on the cover, but you’re actually playing as the sword she wields, as her individual consciousness, now only a voice in the Maken’s mind, slowly erodes. It’s wild stuff!

Hayashida’s manga aims to establish a more character-driven take on Maken X, which is sorely needed. Instead of immediately subsuming into the Maken, main character Kay remains in control of her body, with the Maken relegating itself to co-existing in her head rather than fully taking over. This is a good twist on the game, and it leaves us with a strong-willed main character to follow rather than an endlessly rotating cast. She and the supporting characters are given establishing backstories and motivations, which is something the game was sorely missing, as it throws you right into the inciting event before explaining anything. They’re a bit shallow, all things considered, but it works.

The plot follows the opening act of the game, with Kay travelling to Hong Kong and India to rescue her friend’s sister, facing adversity from Geist cultists and the Maken itself, which aids her but also wants to assume control of her. Key and the Maken have a neat dynamic, one which shows up a fair amount in contemporary sci-fi such as Ninefox Gambit. Then the manga runs out of time and immediately skips to the final boss of the game to wrap things up. It cops out of even showing that fight, opting instead for a brief “one year later…” timeskip to suggest that everything worked out in the end. As such, the pacing is rather odd, and even having played the game the final few chapters of the manga were difficult to follow.

Let’s face it, the artwork is the real reason to check this manga out. Kaneko’s standout character designs combined with Q Hayashida’s style are a match made in heaven, and Hayashida has no problem deploying copious amounts of gore and body horror during combat scenes. The background art isn’t quite as intricate as in Dorohedoro, but you can tell she was riding a similar wavelength. The cities, laboratories, and other locales are rendered with an overbuilt industrial hellishness that no doubt inspired her later works. While there’s no Noi or Nikaido-type characters in the source material, it’s clear that Hayashida still has a lot of fun drawing women.

probably can't get away with showing you the boobs-out panels on tumblr these days but I assure you they exist

Maken X is definitely more of a historical oddity than a good manga, but I still had some fun with it. I could apply the same description to the video game it’s based off of, too. The aesthetic overtakes everything else by a wide margin, but it’s still a neat artifact as the precursor to both Hayashida’s breakthrough hit Dorohedoro and Atlus’s first successful Western release, Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne.

#12 days of anime #q hayashida #maken x #dorohedoro

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pwarkluv · 3 years

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❝ you’re the one i want ❞ - yji

yang jeongin x reader | fluff | 1.8k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, high school au, established relationship au (if that’s a thing lol), non-idol au, just your good old going on a date kinda fanfic where you two realize just how in love y’all are, whipped!jeongin, really fluffy, did i mention fluff?

SUMMARY | when your date ends with a giant promise.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | another fluff fanfic because that’s my forte and i haven’t written any skz things yet :P hehe the pic is my pfp. anyways jeongin is one of my ults and my bias in skz so this is gonna be fun to write! also i’m doing this right, right? it’s yji? yang jeong in? idk why but for some reason it doesn’t look right to me. also the ending’s trash i’m sorry-

“baby please stay still.” your boyfriend softly scolded as he carefully fixed the bunny hat on your head, one hand keeping the hair out of your face and the other placed carefully on the back of your neck to keep you still.

it was the last couple of days before the start of your guys’s senior year, before things get complicated academically. the august heat burns but you didn’t think twice about it, more excited about the fact that you and jeongin were at seoul land.

your tiny frame bounced up and down, slightly frustrating your boyfriend. he didn’t mind though because you were absolutely adorable in the bunny hat he bought for you. jeongin smiled softly at your excited face reminding him of a kid opening christmas presents.

his hands then went up to fix the froggy headband you chose for him, making sure he didn’t look completely stupid. when you first pointed out the headband, jeongin had a protest at the tip of his tongue. but dang, the way you looked at him had him nodding his head in approval before he said a word.

“are you done yet innie?” you whined, holding onto his arm as he chuckled. jeongin’s free hand goes up to squeeze the paw of your hat, one of the ears going up. his heart never failed to race whenever you two made eye contact. he wholeheartedly believes you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in jeongin’s eighteen years of life.

jeongin smiles at your blushing face before grabbing your hand.

“let’s go loser.” and he drags you to the viking ship on your left.

❝ i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings ❞

you couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend’s focused gaze. you guys were taking a little break from rides and instead going around the games and food stands. his tongue poked out as jeongin focused on the target in front of him, fire behind his eyes.

you two were sharing a funnel cake when he noticed your eyes staring at the cute cow stuffed animal. jeongin immediately recognizes it from a kdrama you two watched on your first movie night as a couple. and that’s how you found yourselves standing in front of a water gun stand watching your boyfriend try and win you that stuffed animal.

the man at the running stand laughed quietly at your dumb and in love expression before the ding rang, indicating jeongin won. your boy jumped a little in victory before turning to you with the biggest smile ever.

and that’s when you felt it. that warm and fuzzy in your tummy, the racing in your heart, the automatic smile you gave him back. you and jeongin have been together since the summer before your second year of high school. you watched as he grew from the shy and timid boy to the (slightly more) confident man he is now. you couldn’t believe how you’re already gonna start your senior year with the love of your life.

love.

in that moment when jeongin stuffed the plushie into your hands and gave you a hug, you knew you were completely in love with him. you wanted to marry him someday.

you didn’t care if you two were in your pajamas or dinosaur suits, you just wanted to be his.

❝ uh huh, that’s right, darling you’re the one i want ❞

jeongin’s palms felt sweaty and clamp as you dragged him towards the carousel. your carefree and euphoric expression made his heart double in size as he blinked at you. suddenly the ring in his pocket felt heavy, weighing him down with every step he took.

the start of summer while jeongin was at the mall with his hyungs, a pretty ring caught his eye. it wasn’t anything too big or expensive (which he was thankful for as a broke high school student), but absolutely stunning. the ring had a thin silver band with one medium sized diamond in the middle, tinier ones surrounding the big one.

and before he knew it, jeongin was at the shop paying for a promise ring he was hoping to give to you before school started. there was a matching one he bought on a whim, leaving him more broker than before.

jeongin knew he was in love with you in the middle of your third year in high school when you two had a burping contest to see who could burp the loudest. you won (only because he let you) and from then he only had heart eyes for you.

he’s never felt that comfortable and safe with anyone. being so carefree and home. he was at home with you. so buying you that promise ring was his way of saying he wants to be with you forever.

❝ i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this ❞

you two met at the start of your freshman year when jeongin spilled milk all over your shirt. he was a shy boy so whenever the lunch bell rang, he ran out of the cafeteria like his life depended on it. but one day he wasn’t aware of where he was going and ran right into your timid frame.

suddenly you were met with a cold feeling running down your chest.

the poor boy freaked and apologized faster than you could register what had happened. you were a bubbly kid, though not very social so you didn’t mind what had happened. but for some reason you let yourself be dragged by the stuttered stranger, offering you his hoodie he had in his locker.

his hoodie felt foreign and warm on your body. although he was a stick at fourteen, jeongin was tall. the cloth looked big on your short frame, hands disappeared from the long sleeves. the boy was beyond red looking at you in his clothes. his eyes widened, malfunctioning on why he felt this way.

“i’m really sorry.” he muttered in embarrassment before turning around to leave.

“wait!” you called out, tugging on his wrist. if jeongin didn’t resemble a tomato then, he definitely did now. your hand felt warm around his wrist and the sudden source of heat was all his mind could think about.

“thank you.” you shyly said taking back your hand. you don’t know what has possessed you but suddenly you’re asking what his name was.

“what’s your name? i’m y/n!” you said with a small smile. jeongin’s heart felt like it was about to explode.

❝ uh huh, that’s right darling, you’re the one i want ❞

“come one baby it’s almost dawn let’s go~” you whined a bit, pulling his tall frame towards the line. it was almost sunset and you wanted to go on the ferris wheel as the last thing you two would do for the day before studies filled up your date nights.

well actually, jeongin was the one who suggested going on the ferris wheel to you before you stuck with it in excitement. it was all a part of his master plan to give you that promise ring. he was pretty confident you’d take it, after being together for so long, though of course there’s that small inkling of doubt that you’d reject it and him.

but now that it was almost time, jeongin couldn’t move his legs. he was really about to give you a promise ring.

jeongin laughed to mask his nerves but you knew better.

“awe is my baby afraid of heights?” you joked, no longer pulling his arm but putting your hand in his. “don’t worry, y/nnie is here to protect.” you broke out into a fighting pose which immediately made him laugh at your silliness.

❝ in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams ❞

here you guys were at the top on the ride, the sunset warm on your face. jeongin’s leg was bouncing in nervousness causing the box you were in to shake. you were about to reach out to the boy before he spoke up.

“y/n?” he asked in a small yet serious voice. you couldn’t help but worry.

“yes my love?” you responded back, turning your body to face him on the seats you guys were on. “what’s wrong? you’ve been acting weird ever since you got on the ferris wheel.”

your mind was racing with possibilities, the worst one sounding the most obvious with the way jeongin seemed so serious. he wasn’t breaking up with you, right?

jeongin took a deep breath before looking into your eyes, the color more beautiful than the sunset behind you.

“i love you so much.” he continued before reaching into his pocket, fumbling a bit with the box the ring came in.

“and i know we’re young and have so much ahead of us. ah you know how much i’m bad with words but, there’s so much we’re unsure of like what’s 25 - 8 or what college we’re going to. but if there’s one thing i’m sure of, it’s that you’re my everything.” the boy said, trying not to stumble over his words. his heart was at an unmeasurable rate, one hand on the ring and the other on your own hand. suddenly he took out the ring, a red velvety box which made you gasp in shock.

at this point you were tearing up. so he wasn’t breaking up with you?

“this isn’t anything too big so don’t freak out.” jeongin joked making you chuckle a bit. “but i know that i want to spend the rest of my life with you.” his grip on your hand tightened before letting go, opening the box.

“it’s nothing too big but hopefully this could show you how much you mean to me, y/n. here’s a promise ring because i really want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

the ring was beautiful in your eyes. tears fell on onto your cheeks as you looked to your boyfriend. all you could see was genuine love and care.

you caught him in a hug, causing the box to shake again, sobbing into his chest.

“i love you, i love you, i love you.” you chanted into his chest making him laugh.

“don’t cry my love. i still need to put it on you.” jeongin chuckled. you wiped off the salty water before holding out your hand. jeongin slowly took your hand as if it was made of glass before slipping on the ring. it fit perfectly.

❝ oh, you’re the one i want ❞

you put his ring on as well before the box moved indicating that you guys were going back down. before the sight of the pretty sunset escaped your view, you quickly grabbed jeongin’s face to meet yours in a kiss. a kiss to promise that you’d guys would be forever. because yang jeongin is everything you’ve ever wanted.

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mantistog · 4 years

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Yandere! WIll Graham x reader x Yandere! Hannibal Lecter

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You had stated it many times to WIll, him in no way heeding your warnings. It wasn’t that you particularly hated or even disliked Dr. Lecter. But you always felt so discomforted in his presence. Where as you and Will rarely shared eye contact, it seemed Dr. Lecter was too fond of it. Or too fond of looking at you in general- you didn’t like the attention that you felt having someone's eyes linger on you for too long. You had told Jack exactly the same thing, when he first brought the man into the station. Nobody seemed to take you seriously though, Alana even telling you that you should put your personal dislike for Hannibal aside and be happy someone would be there for Will.

You couldn’t blame her, she had a personal and professional relationship with the man that obviously made her harbour serious respect. Maybe that’s why everyone loves him, cause they see his brilliance in his field and instantly bestow him with respect unfounded. In moments such as these in your life, you are happy that you don’t understand half of the professional things that him and Alana engage in.

You sighed, bringing your fist up to the wooden door, knocking quietly and maybe hoping that no one would hear so you wouldn’t have to do this. But to your dismay the door was opened rather quickly, and if it hadn’t Will would have simply forced you to knock again. “Ah, we’ve been waiting for you. Please, come in.” The psychiatrists gentle tone and gentleman like demeanor never failed to make you annoyed. Yet you simply thanked him, handing your coat over for it to be hanged. The house was extravagant, too much so for your tastes. Too big, too expensive. Everything about Dr. Lecter and his house screamed self importance. Narcissism. You preferred the humbleness of you or Wills small house. He greeted Dr. Lecter as if they were friends, shaking his hand timidly as he instructed you into the dinning room.

At the table already sat were Jack Crawford and his wife, Bella. You were well acquainted with both, and you were happy they were there so you wouldn’t have to suffer alone with Will and Dr. Lecter. It was the only reason you had decided to accept the invitation that was extended through Will onto you on behalf of Dr. Lecter. As much as you loved Will, his and his therapists relationship was hard to get an angle on and quite frankly you found it unpleasant to be around the two at the same time. It was almost like he brought out the worst in Will.

Tonight was worse than normal, too. They seemed to share knowing glances and hushed whispers as Dr. Lecter handed out everyone's plates. Their relationship had always fluctuated, but you had never watched them scheme the way they were right now. The dinner was pleasant, as you discussed ongoing and current events with Bella, heavily preferring her and Jacks company over the company of that of Will and Dr. Lecter with their sudden agreement. It almost made you grit your teeth in annoyance. At least a couple of weeks ago Will would have never found Dr. Lecter as agreeable as he suddenly did. It was suspicious, you could just tell something was off, the same way you knew from the beginning that Dr. Lecter was different than he seemed.

The night ended off swimmingly, surprisingly no reveal of the secret that the two were apparently keeping as Jack and Bella made their leave. “We should get going too, right Will?” You urged, trying not to be rude as you tried to separate yourself and Will from Dr. Lecter. He smiled, putting a hand on your shoulder warmly. It was weird to see him physical with anyone, so it instantly ticked you off that something was indeed wrong. You shrugged his hand off, taking a step back awkwardly. His and your eyes met accidentally for once, and he was looking at you so softly and warmly, a almost unnoticeable smile on his face. But you noticed.

“We should get home, shouldn’t we? It’s getting late.” He answered you, grabbing your hand and leading you to the door. You thanked Dr. Lecter for the dinner out of courtesy, but he simply replied ominously that he would see you again soon. There was nothing you could really do other than shoot him a look of suspicion before you and Will get into his car and you watched him study you both as you drove away. You felt suddenly very sleepy as you were sitting down again as Will drove, and you didn’t think anything of it as you fell asleep, trusting Will to get you home safely as he always did.

That’s why when you woke up in an unknown environment you were nothing short of first surprised, scared and then angry. Absolutely livid, to be frank, as you realized with the pounding headache that you had probably been drugged- you knew the feeling well enough to establish the connection in your mind between previous experiences and this one. The room, bed and sheets were all nicer than your own. The walls seemed to be made mostly of planks, wood and logs, aiming to confirm your suspicion you looked out the window and was greeted with woods. You were in a fancy cabin of some kind in the middle of nowhere, or at least a ways from any other house. Bundling the sheets up in your first, you quickly disposed of them from the bed and launching them onto the floor carelessly. Your white shirt was the same as the one you had worn to the dinner party, but you couldn’t help but notice your lack of pants and wonder just who removed them. At least the dress shirt was long, when not accurately shoved down into your pants.

You got up quietly, noting that you could faintly smell something cooking, but it was hard to tell with the window slightly cracked open, letting the petrichor in from the outside. There were two doors leading out from the room, but one was cracked slightly open and showed you a bathroom. You were in the master bedroom then. That must mean it was a sizable cabin. Only one person who could afford this who had any business with you came to mind and your face quickly soured. The other door stood there ominously, and you had to gather some courage to approach. It didn’t creak as you pulled it open slowly, peering through the crack of the door as it became bigger. The layout was as you’d imagined it, the door not leading to a hall but instead straight into a living room. Sitting in the couch situated in the middle of the room is Will, and before you can stop your brain from acting on it’s visual input your hand pushes the door open fully and Will instantly turn his head to look at you. At first there is shock on his face, but then it’s replaced with a small sincere smile.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?” He asks, his eyes remaining on you completely as he puts down a book you didn’t even realize he had been holding. He looks so smart with those glasses half way down his nose and a book next to him. Still, his calmness at the situation blows your lid off. He knows you have a short temper, why is he testing you? You can tell he notices your face turn downwards again, your eyebrows pressing further together in frustration. “Will, where are we?” It was more a demand, than a question.

“Home.” He said, suddenly as stone cold as you were. He was mimicking your loss of patience. You felt like a child that was being scolded by their parents. Yet your face didn’t waver. “No, Will. Where is my phone and my pants? I have work.” The words were slow and steady, as he got up. Something told you that you were in danger. You’d never felt scared of Will before this. “You’re not going in anymore.” He simply answered, stepping closer and causing the response in you to go backwards too. Don’t let him close the distance, you told yourself despite not being certain what he wanted. If he was gonna kill you he would’ve done it while you were asleep.

Your back hit the wall, yet he continues to advance on you until he’s right in front of you. “Will-” He cuts you off by grabbing your face into his hands, pulling you closer and studying your face. You doubt your facade of only anger keeps your fear and uncertainty hidden from him, yet you refuse to drop it. He moves your head around a bit and his breath fans your face, and you don’t know what to do with yourself except blush as he closed his eyes and connected his forehead to yours. His breathing was heavier than it normally was as his nose flirted with yours, his face lowering and your lips coming closer-

“Breakfast is ready.” You blood ran cold, and your heart stopped for a quick second, almost giving you a mini heart attack. Will pulled back fast, giving you an exhausted look quickly before turning around and addressing Dr. Lecter. “Yes, thank you.” He said thankfully, but by the look in Dr. Lecters eyes you knew that he knew what he had just interrupted. For once, maybe, you were thankful genuinely for Dr. Lecter. Will grabbed your hand, heading towards a door opposite where you came from, but Dr. Lecter instructs him to please go get pants. You assume those would be for you, considering the circumstance.

At this point pants are of no importance as you’re being led into the beautiful dining room, just itching for at least any answers as to where you are and why. You decide that if you want any answers from the psychiatrist you’re gonna have to be a bit more polite than you were with Will. Dr. Lecter pulls in your chair for you as you sit down, but he lingers behind you for a bit, smelling you before he too sits down. Another thing that made you uneasy about him, the way his sense of smell worked. You’re sitting at the end of the table, Dr. Lecter at your right and what you assume to be Wills seat on your left.

“Dr. Lecter-” you start to ask, but he cuts you off eagerly urging you to call him Hannibal as he has done many times before. You never listened, but right now you would as you assumed your politeness would benefit your cause. “Hannibal-” He nods at your correction. “Where am I?” You ask, trying to maintain eye contact with him. Laying on the table unsuspectingly, your hand is suddenly gently grasped by his hand being played atop yours. He looks at you in a way so soft you want to melt. “Do not worry, love. Me and Will plan to take good care of you.” And then it’s gone. Now he makes you feel uneasy again, treating you like an ignorant little child, as he addresses you. Will, comes in and sits down, eyeing Hannibal as he grabs your other hand. You pull both your hands to yourself quickly, frustrated with their none answers, throwing your hands in your lap. “Why am I here?”

They both share a weird look and then they smile in unison, freaking you out. Hannibal reaches out to you and grabs your hands in your lap and bringing them to his face, kissing your knuckles while Will simply smiles at you content to watch Hannibal touch you.

“Isn’t it obvious? We love you.”

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