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misguidedasgardian · 8 months

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I want to steal the bride (1)

1. As Lemon and Chocolate

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Summary: It had been ten years since you met Aemond, your best friend

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x BestFriend!Reader, Cregan Star x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Aemond is a sl*t jiji, active sexual life, implied smut, might miss some warnigns, Aemond does threaten to throw himself of a bridge, but he is playing, I will put thaton here just in case

Wordcount: 5k

Disclaimer: this is a direct adaptation of the movie "Made of honor, and its script! the pictures of the header are not mine, I found them on pinterest

Notes: Well, this is of course the adaptation of the movie! so it won’t be long… five parts maybe? including this one! is my favorite movie, so enjoy! Aemond calls reader “love” a lot, because I’m tired of the use of (Y/N) jejeje

10 years later

“Good morning”, she purred, hugging his shoulders, trying to prevent him from getting dressed and leaving. Aemond only chuckled, turning slightly and kissing her cheek

“I'm late”, he said matter of factly, with a smirk on his lips. He left his female companion on the bed and went to grab his dressing shirt and jacket, putting them on quickly

“What are you doing tonight?”, she asked sweetly, oh she was cute, enough to have seen her twice already

“I don't do back-to-backs”, he remembered her

“Isn't that what we were doing last night??”, she said, raising one of her perfectly trimmed eyebrows

“No, that was something different”, he reminded her, “back-to-backs are seeing each other two nights in a row and you know I don't do that”, he reminded her gently. She sighed, covering herself with the sheets

“Couldn't you just break one of your stupid rules?”, she whined

“No”, he said shortly, grabbing his jacket from a chair in the corner of the room

“For me?”, she asked then

“I'm sorry. I don't break the rules”, he said with a soft smile, he did want to see her again, just not like that. “I have a rule about that”, he leaned in and kissed her cheek, “see you next week”. She left her in her bed and exited her apartment

“Gods I’m late”, he muttered, climbing into his classic convertible

He speed down the street and into the Starbucks that was the nearest to your job, jumped out finding a miracle parking spot and jogged inside

He didn’t have tog et back to work, but you did, so the lunchtime was always a bit speedy, but to no matter, he loved more than anything his lunchtimes with you

“Excuse me”, he called the attention of the barista and shot him a quick hello, “Sorry. Can I get a grande drip, and a decaf, triple grande non-fat, extra-hot, stirred, no-foam Caramel Macchiato?”, he felt proud of how easy he had learned your coffee order, “with whipped cream, extra caramel?”, he continued, “And fill that 70 percent of the way. Thank you!”

He received his order fairly quickly, and moved to the side to sweeten his coffee. He looked to the side and couldn’t help but gaze upon the beautiful woman that stood there, with his coffee in her hand, and hers on the other

“Oh, here. Let me put a coffee collar on that for you”, he whispered sweetly, he grabbed his own invention and placed it around the cup for her

“Oh, thank you”, she flirted

“I hear the guy that invented that gets a dime for each one used”, he said raising one of his eyebrows

“You're kidding”, she teased

“I am not”, he assured her, giving her a wink, “That could add up”, she smirked, looking at the second coffee she was holding

“Oh, I think I picked up yours by accident”, she whispered seductively. Aemond smirked, receiving the coffee from her, “Sorry about that”, she made sure to touch his fingers and much and as long as she could.

“Oh, that's all right. Thank you”, he said, noticing the number and her name on the collar

“Anytime”, she flirted

“Bye-bye”, he said, remembering he needed to rush, he got out of the coffee shop quickly, looking over at the paper cup, "Gloria.", he tasted

He got lucky again when the traffic was smooth on his way to your job

He found just in front of the crotch of the painting of a man, and the movement you were making made you look like you were… he chuckled, looking up at you, he took his time, and when he spend a couple of minutes staring at your funny pose, he decided to make himself known

“Good morning Love, coffee the way you like it”, you turned around to see your friend standing by the scaffold, smiling up at you, you laughed

“Perfect timing. I just finished working on his balls!”, you giggled, pointing behind you

“That's some balls... Yeah. Good”, he mumbled, embarrassed, “Um, so, I made a reservation”, he finalized with a shy smile

So not even fifteen minutes later, you were having lunch in your favorite chinese place in King’s Landing

“So, uh, which rule is this again?” you asked, sipping on the rests of your coffee

“No back-to-backs”, he said quickly, signaling for the waiter with the cart to pass by your table

“Oh, isn't it the same as the "no more than once a week" rule?”, you asked, entertained

“No, the "once a week" rule works Monday to Friday…”

“Oh, so, theoretically, you could have a date on Sunday night and then Monday without breaking it”, you said, really impressed

“Exactly, you got it”, you loved it when Aemond smiled like that, pursing even more his curvy lips

“Of course!”, you teased, “Ah, here we go!”, you chanted when the cart was coming towards you, you were starving, “Good morning”

“Hey, good morning”, Aemond greeted

“Can I get the... steamed buns, uh, the scalloped steamed dumplings and the vegetarian and shrimp steamed dumplings?”, you asked, pointing at all the more healthy options. You caught Aemond staring as the lady served you your food

“Thank you”, he whispered, once the nice lady had left

“For what?”, you laughed

“You know how much I love the fried stuff. You're looking after me”, he said with a soft smile

“Of course!”, you said back with a wide smile, “that is why I’m here for! right?”, you teased, “So, what did she say?” you kept the conversation going about his last conquest

“Oh, she was hurt, but, you know, at least I was…”

“But you were honest, weren't you?”, you mocked

“What? I was. I am. Always”, he defended, almost offended

“I know you are, but it's just… shocking how you use it as a shield”, you analyzed

“Maybe I should lie. Be more like Jaime Lannister. Say whatever it takes to get a woman in bed”, he said quickly

“Do not be like Jaime Lannister. He's so gross.”, you said, taking out your tongue in a gesture of disgust

“He only hit on you once”, he said with a smile

“At my father's funeral!”, you replied, “he was his friend!”

“Okay, he's not known for his sensitivity”, he hissed

“Oh, God. Anyways…”, you dismissed, he looked at you

“What?”, he asked

“Nothing.”, you answered

“Oh, I know that "nothing".” he said, squinting his eye at you, “It's not nothing, it's something. Anyway...?”

“Anyway, we both know you don't need to lie to get a woman into bed”, you deviated from the subject at hand. Grabbing the cup with the woman’s number on it

“Gloria”, he called, “I don't wanna lose that.Can I keep it? Thank you”, he said, taking the cup from your hand, he admired the number written there like it was some sort of artwork

You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of… something in your chest, you sometimes asked about his conquests so you get more used to the idea of Aemond being a playboy, and to convince yourself he was never going to change….

“Here's another rule too: 24-hour rule.”, he said, finally leaving the cup on the table, and looking at you, “I can't call her for another 24 hours. Then it appears I'm too desperate”

“Yeah, right. It’s better for her to think that you are some hoarder that would keep a disposable cup of coffee for more than an hour!”, you mocked, he seemed shocked and then he nodded

“Good point”, he chuckled.

When you were done with a healthy lunch, you were ready to splurge, in a good and needed dessert. Of course, like always, the best bakery in town was filled to the brim, almost a block of waiting line, but you didn’t care, as you walked to the end, of course, always talking

“You know, Renly sent me another letter”, you teased him

“Asking you to move to Storm’s End and marry him again?”, he asked, a bit annoyed

“A slice of apple-crumb pie”, you guessed, ignoring him as you walked by a table that ordered just that

“No. Got that last time”, he dismissed, “You guys broke up like a year ago”

“Nineteen months”, you said unimpressed

“You are counting?”, he mocked

“No, he is. It was in the letter”, you looked at him and he laughed, “Lemon, butter-cream cup”, you guessed again

“Hmm, not feeling the cream cup today”, he said, looking back at you, you coiled your arm with his and lean over his shoulder

“Cranberry-orange muffin?”

“Oh, Love, come on. You're losing”, he twhined, squeezing your arm

“I know, I know, I know. Okay, okay, okay, okay…”, you said, looking at the showcase with all the desserts in it

“Come on. You're disappointing me”, he teased

“I got it. I got it!”, you celebrated squealing in his ear,

“Whoa”, he said, leaning away from you but you held onto him tightly

“Okay, I so have it, I so have it!”, you kept teasing, “Cream-cheese-swirl brownie!”, you guessed, and only when you saw his smile, you knew you got it right

“Ooh. Mmmm yeah, you're so good”, he said back

“YES!”, you celebrated until everyone in line was watching, “Mmmm I want one too”, you muttered

After you had your delicious desserts on the go, you made your last stop of your lunch break, to a department antique shop, he had brought you along to pick a gift for his grandfather Otto, who was getting married for the sixth? time?

“What do you think of this?”, he asked, showing you a crystal spice rack, “I think we should bring them this”, he muttered, you looked at him seriously

“Aemond, I'm not going to another one of your grandfather's weddings”, you said, annoyed

“Love? Please”, he purred with that soft voice you enjoyed hearing

“Take one of the girls you've been rubbing against”, you teased, looking away from him

“No weddings or family events”, he remembered you

“Oh, that's right, I forgot that rule!”, you giggled, looking at the strange things this antique shop had to offer, “Leaves the wrong impression”, you mimicked. Aemond continued as you both walked amongst the small shops. You looked at him with a warning in your eyes

“It does”. He agreed as you sighed, you were going to have to attend his grandfather’s wedding… again didn’t you? well the excuse to dress up and eat good free food did sound entertaining

You stopped by a shop who sold leather purses, one with a small alligator attached to it caught your eyes

“Is this made with real alligator?”, you asked the old salesman

“Yes, baby alligator”, he said proudly, you opened your mouth, enraged

“You should be ashamed of yourself!”, you cursed him. Aemond came quickly and grabbed you gently by your upper arms and drag you away before you jumped the man

You kept looking at a small shop of watches and belts, whe Aemond separated from you to crouch at the side of a beautiful Golden Retriever

“Look at you!”, he cooed with a childish voice, grabbing his face and started petting him. The dog loved it, moving his tail left and right, “Hello, there. Hello, there. Aren't you beautiful? Oh, I love you. Yes, I do, I love you!”, he kept saying, and you raised one of your eyebrows as you looked down at the interaction.

A man as handsome as Aemond, with that shiny platinum blonde hair, and those features, petting one of the sweetest animals on earth… it was an image worth millions, and you understood why he had so much game

“You're beautiful. You're so beautiful. Look at that face! Love you, love you, love you!”, he kept saying, as he finally gave the poor dog a rest and stood up to continue his shopping

“You should try saying that to a human sometime”, you teased

“What? A human? You don't say that to a human”, he mocked back, he seemed serious, but then he cracked up a smile, “You're sweet. Love you. See? I said it!”, he said softly, you only smiled and kept looking around. “Love, please. Come to the wedding!”, he begged grabbing your arm softly

“No.”, you said softly, “He gets married and I go!”, you whined

“I go because he's my grandfather and I care deeply for the man and everybody knows he doesn't love them..”, he said quietly, “they don't love him. It's pathetic. Breaks my heart. I don't know what to say”, he kept saying, you looked at him squinting your eyes, wondering if he was serious, his face and that movement of his lips on which he pouted shortly and then draw them back told you he was

“You know, if someone's making a mistake and it's not your place to interfere, you simply say: "I'm happy you're happy.", yous aid with a smile, he look back at you and smiled back

"I'm happy you're happy.", he repeated

“Yeah”, you muttered, coiling your arm with his like you tended to do

“Okay. I'll do that”, he said as he kept looking for something to but, mumbling and repeating those four words

He look back at you with those puppy eyes

“I promise you, this is the last time I'll ask you to come!”, he said quickly, “And then I'll find somebody else to come for the next few”, the prospect of him getting so close to another that he would ask to his grandfather wedding did not amused you as you thought it would, “Love, please”

“That's cute”, you mocked, and then you sighed, “last time”, you sounded defeated

“Thank you! Thank you!”, he leaned in and kissed your cheek

. . .

Aemond fixed his tie as he walked up the steps to the front of the chapel, he there could see his grandfather Otto, and his lawyer Erryk talking frantically on the phone

“Right. Okay, okay. You get the house in the Hamptons”, he said to his grandfather, Aemond frowned, looking at his grandad, “She's asking for the apartment in the city and 30 grand a month”

“Thirty?”, he whined, “but…”

“Are you still negotiating the prenup?” Aemond asked alarmed, as soon as he saw him Otto walked towards him to cradle his son’s cheeks

“Now the party starts, my son is here”, he celebrated, hugging him tightly

“Grandad, please. I can't breathe”, he chuckled, “Grandfather. Please”

“Did you bring the lovely (y/n)?” he asked, finally releasing him

“Yes, I did”, he said with a shy smile

“You know, you don't act on that pretty soon, you know what I'm gonna do?”, he teased

“No”, he whispered, scared

“I'm gonna make her my number six”

“It's seven”, interrupted his lawyer, “This is number six”, they both look at the lawyer and then turned to each other

“Yeah, that sounds about right”, laughed Otto, he then looked at his grandson.

Aemond was the only one speaking to his grandfather, his mother had cut him out, around his third marriage, so did his brothers, but he couldn’t

“My God, you are pretty…”, he whispered

“Oh, grandad…”

“I used to be that pretty once”, he said with a chuckle, “Eryk, look how pretty my boy is!”, he celebrated, turning to him

“He's beautiful. They won't accept a minimum of five times a week”, he said pointing at the phone on his ear

“She promised five, I want five”, said Otto

“What did she promise you five times a week?”, asked Aemond, white as paper

“Four times?”, asked Otto, Eryk shook his head

“Two”, he fought

“Oh, this is disturbing”, whined Aemond, taking a few steps back, he looked at the marble stair he just climbed and wondered what kind of damage he would get if he just jumped, nothing major, only a few bumps… only to stop hearing this conversation

“Four, and make it a weekly BJ!”, Aemond sighed, rubbing his forehead

Otto looked at his grandson

“Come on, tell me. Say what you gotta say”, Aemond raised his head to look at him

“Well, I'm happy if you're happy”, he said, smiling when he remembered you and what you told him, but Otto chuckled

"You're too old for her, grandad. She doesn't love you.This is embarrassing. You're gonna rack up your fifth divorce.", he mocked

“Sixth”, remembered Erryk

“Sixth”, agreed Otto

“Come on, I'm happy if you're happy”, Aemond said, shooting him a calming smile

“Bullshit”, he laughed

“They'll go for four if you exercise more!”, celebrated Erryk, “She says you can't gain any more weight”

“Take it. Deal!”, Otto cheered, “I told her I weighed 10 pounds more than I do. Ain't love grand?”, he said cheerfully. Erryk finished the call and passed him two blocks of papers

“Sign them both, please”, he said quickly

“What's he signing now?”, asked Aemond, worried

“The current prenup and his last divorce papers”, said Erryk with a content smile. Aemond’s smile wiped out pretty quickly

“Ah, that's just great”, he mumbled

He was part of the marriage courtship, so he didn’t get to see you until the party, that was held a few blocks away from the church

You were waiting for him with a flute of champagne in hand, and a mashup of “i got a woman” with “gold digger” was blasting the speakers and got everybody dancing on the dancefloor

“Cheers”, you giggled, he took his and clinged his with yours

“Cheers”

“Did you tell your grandfather you loved him?”, you asked him

“I told him I cared for him”, you sighed

“You can't even tell your grandfather. I don't get that”, you said, defeated, “you call me love all the time!”

“It's a guy thing”

“No, it's a Aemond thing”, you corrected

“I’m going to need something stronger than this”, he whispered, “Oh, well, you're an "I love you" slut”, you gasped

“Are you kidding me??”, you asked, the audacity

“You say it all the time, to everybody”

“Only the people that are important to me”, you defended

You were interrupted when the waiter brought you pieces of cake that you ordered

“Oh, this looks so good”, you moaned when he placed in front of you the lemon cake that you ordered, in turn, Aemond ordered the chocolate one

“That does looks good. What is that?”, he asked whispering in your ear leaning over you, he used his fork to steal a piece of cake from your plate and you giggled as he tasted it and moaned with satisfaction, “Lemon. I should've ordered this”

“This looks good”, you said back, stealing a piece of his cake instead

“You always order better than I do”, he said with a smile, ‘It's lemon, right? It's good. I'm ordering that from now on”

“No, you won't”, you fought with a smile

“Why?”, he asked

“I need you to order the chocolate cake so I can have some”, you answered simply, the chocolate was just delicious. He chuckled

“That makes sense”, he said happily

“There's my son!” You almost spilled your drink when you saw Aemond’s new stepmother approaching you, with a very inappropriate low cut dress, she was gorgeous,

“Here we go”, Aemond muttered to turn to her with a smile, “Grandson actually”, he said with a mockingly smile

“Oh very funny!”, she giggled, “isn’t he funny?”, she asked you, you only laughed

“Very much so!”, you quipped

“Margaery. How are you?”, he asked politely

“If you're a bad boy, I'm gonna spank you”, she giggled, Aemond looked back at you with scared eyes but a weird smile on his lips

“Yeah. Do you know what I would like to say to you? Is that... Ow!”, you stopped him by pinching his arm

“I want you to listen to me, Aemond”, she said with her big cat-like eyes, gods she was beautiful, she took his hand, and placed it in her chest, you gasps as Aemond was visibly uncomfortable

“Yes”, he encouraged quickly and nervously

“If you need any money… or you need any advice…”, she said slowly

“Right”, he said uncomfortably, trying to pull away his hand but she would let him

“...or you got girl problems”

“I don't think… it’s a good idea”

“I need you to think of me how you would a real mother”

“Grandmother!”, you pitched in and Aemond snorted

“Yeah, that's exactly what I…”, Otto showed up, hugging his wife tightly who released Aemond

“Look at this beauty, will you?”, he boasted, his chest filled with pride, “Hello, sweetie”, he greeted you

“Hello Otto, it was a wonderful wedding”

“Thank you my dear” he then turned to his new wife, “Drunk as the night I first met her”, he said with admiration making her giggle

“So romantic”, mumbled Aemond. Then the bartender gave you the shot that Aemond had asked for, but before he could drank it, Margaery snatched it from his hand and drank it quickly

“Oh, please. By all means”, muttered Aemond rolling his eyes

“You are a bad influence on her!”, teased Otto, you just eyed Aemond carefully

“Me?”, he asked back

“Last shot, okay?”, Otto warned his wife, who roared to life and giggled, grabbing her new husband’s hand

“I'm stealing you away, let’s dance!”, she laughed, and they walked awy from the both of you

“He does know that he can just date, right?”, you asked Aemond, entertained

“No, I don't think he does”, he whispered, now the bartender finally grace you with two shots, you took one each

“To grandmothers”, he said, defeated

“To mothers. Cheers”, you giggled back

You drank down the shot and you hissed when it burned your throats, this was going to be a long night

Aemond frowned suddenly, and you followed his uneven eyes (he had a glass eye installed). but couldn’t find anything unusual

“Oh, God”, he said suddenly trying to hide behind the bar, “Hide me”, he said, grabbing you and placing you in front of him

“What?”, you asked, confused

“It's my dad's patient coordinator”, he whispered, you looked back to see her, Aemond had told you about her before, but before you could, he grabbed you back, hiding even more

“Yeah, don't look, don't look. Don't look”

“What’s going on?”, you asked him

“No, no. She's obsessed with me!”, he whispered frantically, “Yeah, she's created a website called AllThingsAemond.org”, you chuckled

“The psycho blogger?”, you asked him

“Yes” then he grabbed your hand and turned quickly, “Okay, come on. Dance with me. Watch yourself”, he dragged you to the dance floor and took you in his arms. You were finally able to see her, searching for someone, or something frantically

“I think she's cute”, you mocked. She was tall and lean, redhead, and sharp blue eyes

“Oh, stop it”, grunted Aemond

“I'm serious”, you defended

“Just keep dancing woman”, grunted Aemond, and then, he saw her turn to him so he spun you around making you gasp to turn your back to her

“Hide me. Up. Neck, neck, neck. Up. Back. Side, side. Go. Over”, he signaling, moving frantically to avoid the woman, “Her last blog was a two-page description of my face”, you laughed, truly entertained, you had never seen him like this

“Where, there is much to describe”, you felt his hand get clammy, he was truly nervous

“You see, she doesn't think my nose is too bent or my lips are too thin”, he mocked, you frowned in confusion

“Who said that?”, you asked

“You did. When we met”, he said

“Well, I lied”, you said, looking at him in his eyes

“What?”, he asked back

“I thought you were hot”, you confessed, he looked back at you surprised

“Why didn't you say something?”, he asked incredibly surprised, so much he surprised you too

“Well, you told me I looked like a dog”, you giggled

“That's because I was just trying to sleep with you”, he offered, analyzing your face

“Why haven't you since?”, you asked quietly, he held you tighter against him

“Well, I like having you in my life”, he gave you that smile that makes you think he wasn’t being serious, so you just sighed

“Funny” you mocked

“Hi, Aemond”, you both screamed when you were surprised by the blogger/stalker

“Oh, hi”, greeted your friend grabbing you even more tightly, this time, making you stick to his front

“Did you see the new blog?”, she asked excitedly, she was pretty, you wondered if Aemond ever… slept with her

“Uh, no, we haven't”, he said, you looked back at him at the word he used

“Who's this?”, she turned hostile towards you

“This?”, he asked, looking at you with a smirk on his lips, well, this is my… My girlfriend”, you raised an eyebrow looking back at him, but well, he was you friend so you were going to play along

“Why didn't you tell me you were seeing someone?”, she asked angrily

“Because I don't know you”, he said back, annoyed, but oh you wanted to play both along

“Look, we have a really really open relationship”, you said, relaxed, winking at her, her face lit up again

“Really?”, she asked excitedly. Aemond squeezed your hand

“You know, I wanted to talk to you about that, princess”, he said looking at you with urgency

“Princess...?”, you teased

“I-I-I don't wanna be with anybody but you”, he said quickly, turning to you

“I don't know if I'm really quite ready to make that commitment”, you said dismissively, moving your shoulders upwards, “you know my rules…”, you chuckled, his face in that moment was very comical

“We're a bit of an emotional retard”, he explained, she now looked terribly angry

“I think I need to start a new blog now”, she threatened, and abandoned you

“That is so scary”, you said

“She's psychotic on top of being… Oh, this is not good”, you looked at her go, pushing with a rare strength everyone of her path, it was kind of comical

“Get out of my way!”, you heard her say

“Okay, good, she's gone”, Aemond released you from his grasp, his body what abandoning you

“Perfect. Let's go”

“You want to go already?”, you asked him, he nodded, grabbing your hand and taking you of the ballroom, and out of the building

It had been a quick affair, the sun was setting. and as such, you decided to take a walk through the King’s Landing park

At first you walked in silence, enjoying the beautiful scenery and warmth of the season, but then you remembered you had something to say to Aemond

“Do you remember that ancestral home in Winterfell with those paintings I told you about?”, you asked, he looked back at you and smiled

“It's all I think about”, he mocked

“Stop it, Aemond”, you giggled, pushing him playfully, “I finally got the board to sign off on making them additions to our permanent collection”

“Really?”, he asked, now truly invested

“But they want me to go to Winterfell for an acquisition trip”, you said shortly

“When do you go?”, he asked, alarmed

“Couple of days”, you whispered

“Couple of days? For how long?”, now he was alarmed

“Six weeks”, he opened his eye widely

“That's a long time! more than a month!”, but then when he looked at your face, he softened his, “That's great”, he confessed

“You think?”, you asked, surprised and happy

“Yes, it's a great opportunity for you”, he admired, “You're like the museum maven of the The Keep”

“It's got a good ring to it”, you teased, and then smiled brightly at him, “thank you”, you whispered, looking into his handsome face

“Congratulations”, he said after a long, pleased sigh, “Six Fridays”, he said then

“That is six fridays”, you agreed

“What am I gonna do without you?”, he asked

“Oh, well. I can just imagine”, thinking about all the free time he was going to have to bang women left and right. He looked at you, and then he climbed onto the railway of the bridge just as you were walking above it

“What are you doing!?”, you asked, trying to grab him

“I'm gonna jump!”, he threatened with a chuckled

“No. Gods. Aemond get down!

“Six Fridays, how can I live without you!?”, he asked theatrically, grabbing your hands

“Can you not take anything seriously?”, you laughed

“Yeah, I can”, he defended, just when you thought he was going to take it seriously this time

“Get down”, you demanded, and he grabbed you for stability and jumped back to the bridge, “Let's get you another drink!”, you suggested

“I think I've had too many already”, he whined, “Oh, thanks for coming to the wedding”, he whispered, coiling your arm with his

“It was a ball. I can't wait for number seven”, you giggled

“It's coming up soon, I have a feeling”, he lamented

“And what do you have to say?”, you whispered

“I’m happy you are happy”, he said back

“That’s my boy”

“I’m going to miss you”, he admitted

“Mee too”

. . .

You were staring at the wallpaper of your phone, it was a picture of you and Aemond, your face next to him, both smiling to the camera

You were going to miss him

He was your very best friend in the entire world, and six weeks was a long time, wasn’t it?

“We also ask at this time that you turn off all your electronic devices. Please leave your cell phones turned off for the full duration of the flight”, you heard through the speakers of the plane. With a last look your turned off your phone

You were so excited for this trip!

It was going to be huge for your work, and you couldn’t wait to get to Winterfell, you had never been but they say it's beautiful

Was it weird that you wanted Aemond to be there with you?

Maybe

But he would never go for something like that, you didn’t think

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The difference comes down to the fact that this is the first time Sky is being touched by someone who treasures and cherishes him, by someone who places his well-being above his own pleasure and needs. Pai never asks what Sky can do for him but constantly comes up with new ways to help Sky, ready to bend over backwards just to see him smile and getting frustrated and desperate when it seems he can’t.

He literally strives to make Sky’s life better and happier whether it’s treating his illness, chasing his loneliness away, keeping his nightmares at bay, or even such mundane things as washing his clothes and buying him food to make sure he eats.

I already previously mentioned how touch is Prapai’s way to express his love for people. In other words, it’s a visceral means of non-verbal communication for him and thus extremely important. Sometimes, when words are not enough or in moments when some emotions are just to overwhelming to put into words because it’s too fast too soon, he delivers what he feels this way and thus bridges the distance between him and Sky, and Sky sub-consciously understands that message, which might not have been put into words but it’s still been delivered loud and clear - everything that Pai communicates and offers him with those touches: the solace, the hidden love, care,...

Those touches are always meant to protect, soothe, comfort and support, never to take. He actually turns himself in Sky’s personal shoulder to lean on. All Pai asks in return is a chance and a smile.

Some may say Pai is selling himself short when asking so little for so much; however, in his eyes it’s all worth it, he is giving Sky his everything and it’s an equal exchange because Sky is beyond and above any value because you can’t but a value on something that is priceless and, in Prapai’s eyes, Sky is priceless.

Throughout his courtship, Prapai showers Sky with myriad of touches, and whereas at the beginning of their relationship Sky either merely put up with them or rejected them, now he doesn’t just accept them, he has been eagerly taking them, actively seeking them, trying to prolong them and make them last as long as possible. It’s like a guilty pleasure for him as he tries to steal as many as possible. All because he’s been touch-starved and love-starved for so long, and what’s more, he is even Pai-starved.

Gradually, he becomes addicted to it because he’s been starved for so long that now he can’t get enough but he still lacks the courage and confidence so he needs an excuse. Sometimes, it’s the excuse of ‘payment’ because he doesn’t want to owe Pai anything, other times, it’s when he finally allows himself to show all that blatant longing when Pai is sleeping.

He allows himself to touch Pai without the excuse of any payment - the gentle way he places his second hand on their intertwined hands, the shy way he tentatively brushes Prapai’s hair with his fingers. Compared to the way how self-assured he was when having sex with Pai, it feels so clumsy and vulnerable and inexperienced, as if it’s his first time touching someone this way, as if his ex taught him to fuck and how to bring HIM pleasure but never how to lovingly touch because his ex never lovingly touched him.

However, what truly gutted me was SKY PRETENDING TO SUFFER FROM A NIGHTMARE (the person who refuses to show any weakness to anyone and has been so fiercely independent his whole life) AND USE IT AS A GUISE TO STOP PRAPAI FROM LEAVING HIM, EVEN FOR A SECOND, AND AS AN EXCUSE TO CLING ONTO HIM.

And Sky knew what Pai would do, Sky knew that Pai would envelop him in his strong embrace and comfort him throughout the night as he slept because Pai told him he had done it the previous night. It shows the depth of Sky’s sheer need and yearning for Prapai and his hidden abandonment issues. Some people might say Prapai is the more desperate one of them, but the truth is, Sky is as desperate and as in love with Pai as Pai is with him.

#love in the air #fortpeat #LITA #prapaisky #skyprapai #bl drama #thai bl #thai drama

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some (pro-)endos try to look inclusive, look harmless. they make work to look harmless in eyes of strangers/newcomers. they do it on purpose. but it's not my main point.

when was a newcomer in osddid community, one of the first things i got to know was "endogenic" systems. and because lack of knowledge abt forming systems n how osddid works, i thought: hmm, sounds reasonable. (there weren't info abt "willowgenic" n "tulpagenic" n other really weird n obviously illogical shit, so that info could really look reasonable for newcomer who don't know much abt these disorders). i was lucky. soon got a good friend who told me actual scientific info abt osddid n why endos are harmful. because before that talk i thought: no matter whether endos real or not, there could be actual traumagenic systems who don't remember their trauma n if we exclude endos, we will exclude them too. and this was the most important argument for me. still had some critical thinking so found the idea of non-traumagenic systems doubtful, but thought: they are harmless, n there can be actual systems who still need support. better if include them, then if exclude someone who need help n resources. but was wrong.

when said: "but if endos really can't exist, there still can be systems who don't remember their trauma or are in denial! they need to be included!"

my friend answered: "if there weren't endos, systems who don't remember their trauma or are in denial wouldn't be misinformed. they would recognize they have trauma and it's real, they just can't remember or underestimate it."

and it's true. they were absolutely right. n i understood that n stopped support endos n their ideas. am really glad now that wasn't active endo supporter/promoter. never spread their ideas, never was in their communities, never talk abt it with anyone except said friend.

because they're harmful. they encourage denial, they promote anti-recovery. later get to know abt more harmful things like cultural appropriation, glorification, actual faking, invalidation of others' traumas to convince them they are actually endos, n so on. but even the first two are enough for them to be harmful.

they are inherently harmful. because the idea of "endogenic" systems hinders recovery. (n have no scientific proofs).

n the worst part? it wasn't tumblr or tiktok or instagram. i found this info in local social media of my country in my native language. where info abt osddid is really rare. where awareness abt these disorders is incredibly low. n endos are already there, spread their misinfo.

so. "endogenic" system is harmful idea by itself. n the community is dangerous because it's large, it spreads misinfo, n they promote themself all over the world.

yeah, as much as I do feel bad for systems that are only confused and in denial calling themselves endogenic, they're harmful. They spread so much misinformation, which only causes more systems to be confused, to feel fake, ect. They also stop recovery, as you mentioned. Some of it has probably given singlets an excuse to pretend to be systems too ((willowgenics for an example)) and not to mention how much they steal from us. Our terms, our spaces, ect.

#anti endo #actually did #did #did system #plural #endos dni #alters #endos fuck off #did osdd #system #endos are harmful

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Yandere!Idia Shroud Thought Dump #2

Part 1

Welcome back guys, gals and non-binary pals - today we continue this whirlwind of a yandere post that continues to plague me like a god projecting angry but beautiful fever-dreams onto their prophet.

While part 1 was semi-sorted to be kind of a story, these are random. If you want one expanded on just send an ask in with the short you want and I'll see how favorable I am with the inspiration gods.

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Yandere!Idia finishing raid and immediately logging off, the bed dipping with his weight as he seamlessly slotted himself ontop of you, his head on your chest within seconds as he bemoans with relief how good it is to touch you again.

Yandere!Idia only letting you shower in his room, he doesn't trust people and he's just looking out for you - besides Ortho can clean your clothes before you're done!

Yandere!Idia being a degenerate and stealing your used undies to keep in his secret merch drawer, pulling them out as a stress relief when you're not around.

Yandere!Idia gifting you a tablet with his payment info on it so you can buy whatever you want whenever you want and he can see everything you do in real time. It's just so he can know you better, he just wants to take care of you! It's not like you have anyone in this world...

He will without a doubt withhold privileges if "he feels you're not putting enough effort into our relationship", he thinks you're a brat or you're not obsessing over him like he is with you.

Yandere!Idia secretly stalking you and using the shock function on the chip he implanted in you by so that you stop talking to other people. If anyone gets too close to you he activates it, the thrill of watching you grimace at the Vil, let alone watching the Queen of Pomefiore's expression falter was priceless. He doesn't mind you going outside and getting fresh air, but he doesn't want you getting dirty.

Nevermind the logical issue with shocking your soulmate, let alone policing their behavior - he starts tearing up when you're raising your voice and pleads between sobs for you to forgive him. You're his first everything and he's just so inexperienced, can you please have mercy?

While he hates you initiating public displays of affection - it throws him off his game, his mask slips and then everyone sees his hair flicker pink - he has no issue coming up behind you and slouching ontop of you when some normie is encroaching though. Think of him as your protection spell.

Yandere!Idia sputtering excuses as to why he can't take the (shock)collar off - Crewel and Rosehearts do it to students at NRC when they misbehave all the time, so why can't he do it to you when you're being a brat and not listening to him?

Yandere!Idia tracking down anything that relates to you returning home and stashing it deep within STYX archives. Even if you do find out what he's done what're you going to be able to do about it besides trust he'll help you? He'll just lead you right into your new home, gg.

Yandere!Idia making you sick on purpose so he can control your life. He really loves you so why don't you just let him prove himself by taking care of you? He's going to max his persuasive stat so you have to agree.

Yandere!Idia having an unusually passionate enthusiasm about handcuffs and bindings, taking more time than you think necessary to inspect how they look confining you. He really loves anything around your wrists and ankles, buying you an assortment of bracelets and necklaces in a minimalistic black, white, or silver.

He doesn't mind donning them for you, as it gives you a confidence he wouldn't see otherwise and he is going to tear down those defensive walls as soon as he learns your mechanics. You are his legendary, best in slot prize.

Yandere!Idia peacefully watching you when you sleep - glowing, calculating eyes flickering across and memorizing every detail of you before his day begins. He's almost finished with the 3D model he's been rendering but it's nothing compared to the real you.

Yandere!Idia being in a terrible headspace only for his anger to evaporate entirely when you hug him, your form fitting flawlessly against his in a way that has him breathless and hoping for once in his life that fate is real. Yandere!Idia wrapping you in his overly large jacket not only to gain affection points and be near you, but because when he has to lock you leave you in his room his coat becomes even more of a comfort when he has to go outside.

Yandere!Idia "borrowing" your hair ties as another comfort aid, as they're multi-taskers - holding hair, binding wrists, fidgeting with or keeping your scent.

Yandere!Idia who dedicates 15 minutes a day to practicing breathing exercises - after you chided him for chewing his sleeve/nails and offered your hand for him to play with instead. Anytime, you said with a perfect smile. His panic attack ruined that flash affection event but he won't ever let another opportunity pass by again.

Yandere!Idia who crowds you in his bed at night so you have to let him touch you - cold hands finding and pulling you close, with a grip that guarantees you can't slip away.

Yandere!Idia losing a match and in his crimson anger, franticly pulling you to him, making you sit on his lap while he cools down. Nevermind the growing welt - he's upset and needs you to comfort him so actually do a good job, 'kay?

Yandere!Idia taking your first kiss together seriously, researching endlessly before ordering your favorite fruit so that he can feed you mouth-to-mouth, regardless of your opinion on the matter. You can either do this the easy way and sit on his lap, or pick the hard route and he'll pin you to the bed to force-feed you - which is it?

Yandere!Idia bursting into tears after you refuse him something, because "your affection level is so low I kind of want to delete our save file", sulking, and not explaining - only you apologizing and complying will allow you back into Idia's good graces.

Yandere!Idia patting himself on the back for being such a good partner to you - when he found you unable to sleep, overthinking the possibility of not being able to go home - he comforted you and brought you calming tea, even catching you when the drugs kicked in. It's no problem for him to lay down with you all night, you can thank him later. This even gives him time to perfect his plan.

Yandere!Idia grimacing when you first show him any sort of affection or warmth because he knows he doesn't deserve anything of the sort for what he's doing...going to do you - taking away your choice to go back to your world, caging and isolating you - but the constant attention gets him too worked up to care, he needs this...needs you to live.

Yandere!Idia literally enraging if you ever get trolled or killed in a video game - the rival player getting rekt so many times they quit the game and you never see them online ever again.

Yandere!Idia becoming passive aggressive when you call him a friend or even boyfriend and not your soulmate like you really are, like fate decided for you, for us. If you forget that he's going to cry and you're going to have to explain to innocent, pure Ortho why you hurt his big brother so much.

Yandere!Idia just being a clingy, overly needy boyfriend soulmate to the point that it's a struggle just to go to the bathroom, let alone have some quiet time by yourself.

Yandere!Idia helping you grind in his favorite game, light headed from the sheer excitement of sharing this part of him with you. His patience is infinite - we can do whatever you want, I'll escort you anywhere.

Yandere!Idia fitting Ortho with a health monitor program for himself because he doesn't want to call on the family doctor so much as to garner attention from other humans. He uses it as a trial for the one he's going to code for you once he convinces you to put on this cute collar necklace he's gifting you!

#yandere idia shroud x reader #yandere #twst yandere #twisted wonderland #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud

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Déjà Vécu: Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen : Saints

Summary: Remus makes a promise.

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Lily Evans

Warnings: none?

A/N: She's baaaaaaack. Wow it's been a while. Sorry for being non-existent for the past few months, I've had a lot going on (none of it good), and just did not have the time to write anything. This isn't the most exciting chapter, but I'll be posting more now that I'm back up and running.

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April 18th, 1975

Lily Evans was a saint. And not just because she was sweet, and pretty, and unbelievably kind, but because after four years she had yet to punch James Potter in the face. Four years of pining, of unsolicited compliments and across-the-room drooling, and the most she had returned was an eye roll.

After becoming closer with Mary through Marlene, it was only natural that Lily snuck her way into the fold as well, and by the end of the year, the four were inseparable. This new circle came at the perfect time, because Remus had distanced himself far from the rest of them, and she’d never felt more lost.

After the death of his mother, Remus retreated into himself. The majority of his time was now spent tucked away in solitude in the library, or holed up in the dorm with his bed curtains closed. He didn’t ignore them, conversations were still answered if prompted, but Remus seemed to make sure to keep them all at arms length. She had tried to weasel her way into his secluded bubble a few times by sneaking to the library and posting up at his favorite table near the back. The moment he caught sight of her, he offered an apologetic half-smile and mumbled some clearly invented excuse about “just checking out a book for later”. Arms full of heavy textbooks, he’d then scurry off back towards Gryffindor Tower. James, ever the optimist, was adamant that he would come around, but as the castle warmed, she wasn’t so sure.

“—so it’s settled!” Lily clapped her hands together across the table in the Great Hall, “Girls night, tonight!”

She sat between Peter and Marlene, moping into her breakfast while the chipper redhead gave a rundown of activities for the night. Remus had rushed down earlier, grabbing a plateful of food and ran out of the hall with a brief explanation of “an important essay due”. The look on Sirius’ face let her know that he was calling bullshit as well, shaking his head and refusing to even look at his friend as he grabbed three pieces of toast from the center of the table.

“—and you!” Lily pointed a fork at her, “can you steal some snacks from the kitchens?”

Looking up from the plate, she met her friend’s emerald green eyes. The sincere excitement sparkling back made her smile.

“Of course Lils,” she laughed, watching the grin on her friends’ face widen.

“If you manage to grab some treacle tart, I will forever be in your debt!” Lily fluttered her eyelashes, pouting dramatically.

Two seats down, James leaned forward over his plate.

“I’ll bring you treacle tarts every day if you give me a shot Evans—“

The entire table groaned.

Lily’s fake pleading vanished as she rose from the table, completely ignoring James once again, “I’ll see you lot tonight!” She flashed the girls a smile, and before turning to leave, she could’ve sworn the ghost of a blush was on Lily’s cheeks.

Glancing over at Mary, she could tell that it wasn’t missed by her either. This would undoubtedly be brought up later, the smirk she was hiding was confirmation of this.

As the other two girls began a detailed discussion on Mary’s new Ravenclaw fling, she turned her attention across the table.

“Have any of you tried talking to Remus?”

Sirius shook his head, James just looked defeated.

“I don’t understand what his problem is,” Sirius said a little too forcefully, “I understand his mum died, but it’s been months!”

“Just because you have a bad relationship with your mother, doesn’t mean the rest of us do,” she shot, completely not caring about his feelings at the present moment.

His eyes narrowed, and sensing another spat, James jumped in to divert.

“We have something that might chip away at him though!” He motioned across the table at Pete, who promptly leaned closer to her.

“We finished the map,” Peter whispered in her ear.

Her eyes widened, “Are you serious?”

“No, just me—ow!”

Her foot made contact with Sirius’ shin.

“We started taking turns cataloging all of the students and faculty,” James looked at her from beside his wincing friend, “but after Christmas…well, y’know what happened.”

“So we took over his part of it, and finished it last night!” Peter added cheerily.

“We’re going to show him tonight,” James smiled.

She was out of ideas when it came to bringing Remus back from the dead, so she hoped beyond anything that this would work.

———

“—you chose truth, Marls! You have to tell us!” Mary yelled over the blaring sound of Abba playing in the corner of the Gryffindor girls dormitory. The four of them were spread out across the floor in a circle, snacks and nail polish littered between the cushions and blankets they had dragged off the beds. Lily sat in front of her as she carefully braided the long red locks down her friends back, while Mary and Marlene tossed crisps at each other across the circle.

“Okay, okay, fine!” Marlene huffed loudly, shooting her friend an annoyed glare, “You know that really pretty Slytherin third year…”

“Ooooo, are you talking about Regulus?” Mary purred, eliciting a low groan from across the room.

Reggie’s face popped into her head, and she scowled aggressively at the thought of any of her friends having a crush on Sirius’ bigoted little brother.

Marlene rolled her eyes, “No! The uh…their house Chaser…”

Her eyes widened, “Marls, are you talking about Dorcas Meadowes?”

The blonde girl across from her nodded sheepishly, eyes averting towards the floor. Marlene wasn’t exaggerating, Dorcas was really pretty, on top of being an excellent quidditch player.

“Have you asked her out?” She grinned devilishly at Marlene, who in turn blushed deeply.

“No…” a devious smile began to creep onto Marlene’s face, “Not yet, anyway.”

Lily squealed excitedly, “Are you going to ask her to the next Hogsmeade weekend?!”

Marlene nodded, “Yeah, I think I will.”

Mary threw a supportive arm around her friend’s shoulder, “If you need a wingwoman, you know I’m always available.”

The two began to giggle, joined in by the others quickly afterwards. For a moment, she felt light, like nothing was amiss. At that point in time, the war ceased to exist, Remus wasn’t m.i.a., the world was right. It was as short lived as a passing breeze, the reality of everything crashing back down, heavier than ever.

“Did you hear about McGonagall’s brother?” Mary whispered solemnly, beginning to brush bright blue polish onto her outstretched toes.

Lily made a soft noise of refusal, reaching over to steal some crisps from the bag in Marlenes hand.

“…murdered—“

Lily gasped audibly, the other girls gaping at Mary’s admission.

“—the Prophet’s practically confirmed that it was you-know-who’s doing…without actually saying it outright of course,” she rolled her big brown eyes.

“My dad says the Prophet is rubbish nowadays,” Marlene shook her head, “He says it’s run by a bunch of cowards.”

Her body no longer felt like her own, suspended somewhere between realities, “James’ parents said something similar last year…”

“They work for the ministry, right?” Mary looked up at her, face pale and eyes filled with poorly veiled fear.

She nodded a response, “Yeah, they’ve been updating James as much as they can, but I think it’s worse than they’re letting on.”

“Why do you think that?” Lily’s voice was meek as she pulled her knees toward her chest.

The inhale she took was shaky, trying to quell the uneasy feeling of dread she had pushed down the past few months, “His parents look…exhausted. When I saw them over the winter holiday, they barely looked like themselves…they were shells.”

No one spoke for a few minutes. Lily stared into space, green eyes miles away from here. The four of them didn’t know what to say, maybe there was nothing that could be said. At the end of the day, they were kids. They weren’t soldiers, they weren’t spies; the biggest problem in their lives should be finding a date to Hogsmeade, not maneuvering through a war.

A knock on the dormitory door broke them out of the fog.

The four of them looked between each other in silent questioning.

“Who is it?” Mary called skeptically.

“It’s Remus.”

She stared across the circle at Mary, “I thought boys couldn’t get up here?”

Her friend shrugged, “Yes, but technically you can get around it if you make a verbal invitation.” “We gave Remus a permanent one,” Lily interjected.

She stared at the red head, then back to Mary.

Mary shrugged again, “He’s the only one we trust to not be a major creep, and besides, he’s part of our study group.”

Valid point.

She got up, offering quietly to answer the door, knowing full-well he was probably there for her anyway.

The heavy wooden door creaked slightly as she opened it. Remus’ hazel eyes slid to hers.

God, she had missed him.

“What do you want?” She said cooly, trying to contain the excitement of him actually seeking her out for the first time in weeks.

Remus held up the map, eyes sparkling in the low light of the corridor, “Wanted to show you the final product.”

The corner of her mouth turned upward as she turned around to let the girls know she’d be right back.

The coolness of the corridor was grounding as she closed the dormitory door and looked up at her best friend.

“Walk with me?” He dared a small smile, one only for her.

“To where?”

He held up the map again, turning to walk back down the stairs, “Anywhere we want to now.”

———

They meandered through the deserted halls of the castle, Remus holding the map to keep watch for anyone in their path. By the time they climbed the Astronomy Tower, the tension between the two of them had dissipated almost entirely.

She walked over to the open archway overlooking the grounds and stared off over the lake. The Forbidden Forest chittered and growled in the distance, a few birds scattering over the darkened tree tops.

Remus came to her side, leaning against the opposite pillar, “Not sure about you, but I’d say the map is a success. For once, those three put their heads toward something more productive—“

“It’s getting worse, isn’t it?” She whispered, never breaking sight away from the lake.

“What is?” Remus’ voice grew concerned.

“The war…all of this…” her voice was strained.

He sighed, not in annoyance or reluctance, but grief.

“Yeah. James has told me some things privately, and it’s…not good. I take it you’ve probably heard about McGonagall’s brother?”

She nodded distantly.

Remus continued, “There’s been more attacks like that. Ones the ministry is keeping quiet about. The Death Eaters are wiping out entire families—“

“—why didn’t you tell me?”

A tiny kernel of hurt began to burrow into her chest. She told him everything, he was her best friend.

Remus stared down at his shoes nervously, “I didn’t want you to worry, I’m sorry.”

She turned to him, eyes rimmed silver, “I’m scared, Remus.”

He closed the space between them, pulling her into his arms and hugged her against his body.

“I am too. We all are,” he rested his chin on the top of her head, “I can’t reassure that everything will be okay, but I can promise that I will do whatever is in my power to keep you safe.”

“No—“ she shook her head slowly, backing up to stare at the concerned lines of his face, “I don’t need you to protect me, I want to do something to help.”

Remus sighed, “You heard what the Potters’ said, there’s nothing we can do right now, we should just focus on school.”

“If there was a way though, would you do it?”

He narrows his eyes in confusion, “Do what?”

“Help. Get involved. Fight. Do something, I don’t know…”

He was silent for a moment, eyes cast across the grounds towards the forest in thought. When he finally speaks, it’s quieter, but behind it lies an unusual ferocity she hadn’t heard before.

“Of course I would. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it.”

Embracing him again, she rested her head on his chest, “Promise me that if we ever get the opportunity, you’ll fight with me.”

Remus’ arms tightened around her, “I promise.”

She inhaled him deeply, the warmth of his body seeping into her bones. Nothing was certain anymore, not within the circumstances they were living through, but she was unwaveringly sure that Remus’ promise was anything but empty.

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soleiltac · 1 year

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Okay, recently I found out the information from Disney Wiki that AUTO from WALL-E is the only non-sentient robot in the movie. And I don't feel like that. :(

I am aware that he is meant to be an antagonist, the "villain" of the story as he follows his directives like there's no tomorrow. But, I didn't think this trait should define ALL of his personality. Like, he clearly had emotions and showed them in a restrained way. Or at least I thought he did?

I decided to rewatch it.

Warning: spoilers, potential grammar, punctuation mistakes. Excuse me, english is hard!

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Why do I think AUTO is a sentient robot? My observations.

• Every bot on this ship is capable of emotions, when why an intelligent steering wheel isn't?

• Well, why, he actually has them! You can tell it by his body language and a tone of deep synthesized voice.

He expresses:

1. Frustration, annoyance.

- "CAPTNNNNN D:" – AUTO said calmly.

2. Surprise.

- He is genuinely shocked to see WALL•E with 'the p l a n t' on his head. I actually laughed at his reaction.

- "n ot pos sible! 0:" every now and when.

3. He is persistent and blutantly stubborn. Strict on himself. Some people can be like that without any directives.

- Captain McCrea needed to give AUTO 'a stern look' for him to share the information about directive. AUTO reluctantly obliged. (At least he tried to reason with Captain.)

- "sir, i INSIST you give me the plant." (Dutch Van der Linde voice here: "he INSISTS...")

- (And the whole plot obviously.)

4. Anger, fear. McCrea: – You want it? Come and get it, blinky.

Auto: – N O.

- "E N ouGh" 😡 *flips the ship around impulsively*

- "NOT POSSIBLE D:" but with more panicking tone.

- "NoOOo..." when he gets deactivated.

• The whole sequence with manual is... interesting.

- At this point of the story AUTO ordered GO-4 to steal the plant from EVE to make her look defective in Captain's eyes.

- I felt how much AUTO and McCrea are tired of each other's presence. AUTO is patiently anticipating McCrea's attention, he is eager to do his job.

(- Captain tries to imitate jogging in his seat and AUTO for some reason looks at him with puzzled and uncertain look. )

- AUTO keeps pretending like he doesn't know anything...

• Which is actually not a common thing for robots. "Lying is a human emotion." (c) HAL 9000

And yes, hiding the truth is considered to be lying too.

It's not like he was instructed to lie by his superiors, they didn't care. But rather it's the tactic that he learnt while being active for 700 years. I bet he understands it would be much easier to secretly yeet the plant into space without bothering captain with a decision. I suppose it required some thinking in his mechanical brain.

When why does he show the captain an operation manual? Good question. My personal headcanon: he loves doing his job so much, it doesn't matter for him if it can increase risks towards his global goal. That is why I can tell it wasn't a programmed, logical decision of the machine. If non-sentient perfect AUTO knew about A-113, he wouldn't let captain see the possibility at all. He hasn't considered that his domestic human pet might get interested in whole "Earth" thing. And he hasn't considered sentient WALL•E and EVE as serious obstacles. He did a crucial mistake to satisfy his ego... Or... Or maybe not? It's a headcanon, after all. Maybe it was a part of protocol. Or maybe he tried to entertain McCrea. AUTO seems to care about him in some way as he didn't push him out off the power until the last moment. (uwu) Choose whatever you like more. It's a thought-provoking subject.

• That aside, have you noticed that there is not a single character in the movie who would not be terrified of having to leave the comfort zone? It's only AUTO, who is opposing this idea for the sake of survival. Recolonizing nearly-dead Earth is not an easy work, someone can get really hurt and, well, die. And knowing that AUTO is based on famous computer HAL 9000, who is, in fact, killed people because of his panic attack (he didn't want to be deactivated/murdered), this situation kinda gets a new meaning? It's an interesting perspective to look at AUTO's character, too. AUTO, like HAL, at the start of story was okay and non-hostile towards others. Eventually, as the story progresses, AUTO becomes more and more impatient, eager to complete his primary task, thus taking violent measures. In AUTO's eye WALL•E & EVE are rogue robots anyway, defected and dispatchable. But attacking the captain? AUTO's final step to AI "madness" was fighting the man he is designed to serve. And though I believe he wouldn't kill him, we can imagine AUTO was panicking at this moment. So, no programmed logic there either, pure emotion of fear and reckless behaviour, almost like HAL. And HAL is 100% sentient and conscious entity.

*** Well...

Maybe it's just me and my anthropomorphizing tendencies on non-living fictional objects. I can be self-projecting too much, so if you disagree, let's say it's my headcanons and leave that at that. After all, AUTO is a direct representation of BnL – heartless company, that destroyed life on Earth and continued destroying it in space. They made humans, their customers, helpless like babies! And I am afraid it could only be worse in the future, if it wasn't for WALL•E and EVE.

It's quite a tragedy that AUTO can't escape from this never-ending system of least resistance and comfort. He is the system. He is made to be an autopilot of Axiom, he IS the Axiom, programmed to do his job fully dedicated to the mission of saving mankind. And if he was really fully-sentient... well, it would've made his life even more miserable. What's the use of the steering wheel on Earth surface? It's not like they are gonna fly into space again. Captain's dead and woah, hello eternal loneliness, next generation forgets about your existence or decides to ignore it like a bad memory about containment. Even AUTO's closest henchman GO-4 is forever destroyed... *sigh*

I am overthinking too much, aren't I? Gosh, this wheel NEEDS a redemption arc. And friends. My heart bleeds for him, really.

#AUTO is a sentient being #with poor life choices #nevertheless #give him a chance to be nice #I made it angsty in the end #analysis?#text #wall e #wall e auto #my thoughts #ai

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Why are you "anti Karin" in general?, and so "pro" a manipulative, repulsive relationship like s/s?

Pfffft the fact that you would say that with a straight face in defense of KARIN of all people.

"Manipulative, repulsive relationship" you mean like this?

Wanting Jugo and Suigetsu to kill eachother so she can have Sasuke to herself, then being turned on by Sasuke's killing intent.

Hitting Suigetsu because he was about to reveal something she did to Sasuke in the past without his knowledge that she REALLY didnt want him to know. Even though we'll never know what it was, her reaction says enough that it was something Sasuke wouldnt like her for doing.

Stealing Sasuke's sweaty dirty clothes without his knowledge. She had this even before the sensory unit became an issue btw.

Being creepily turned on everytime shes bitten by him, any normal person would wince in pain at being bitten like this, not moaning in pleasure. Not kink shaming cuz I know masochism exists, just pointing out how weird af it is cuz Im pretty sure Kishimoto wasnt intending for her to be a masochist since she only finds pleasure in the biting, not pain in general.

Pretty much dehumanizing Karin, treating her as no more than a tool to find Danzo. To be fair Sasuke was awful to everyone atp, but yall try to act like one was better than the other [Karin or Naruto in other cases] this entire arc was to show how far into darkness Sasuke had fallen, remember that for my next points.

Sasuke literally telling her not to move so he could inflict a fatal would on Danzo through her and tells her shes a burden to him now for getting taken hostage. He does this not long after she had got drop kicked tryin to help him and then healing him while Danzo was down. As I stated above, Sasuke was awful to EVERYONE during this arc, but since yall like to use it against SS for why the relationship is toxic then I have to do the same for SK here, yall not special.

She begged Sasuke for help and he told her not to move and then betrayed her so he could fatally injure Danzo with the most sinister look on his face, that was beyond foul.

He was literally about to kill Karin who was a non threat to him, compared to Naruto and Sakura who were actively attcking/threatening him, Karin was on the ground bleeding out and he still was gonna go finish her off with zero hesitation. Atleast in Naruto and Sakura's case it was self defense, but for Karin it was just blatant cruelty, he told her not to move so he could get the killing blow on Danzo, said shes a burden for even getting taken hostage, now hes about to kill her cuz she 'knows too much', how any and I mean ANY of you excuse this but cant do the same for SS is beyond me. Sasuke was defending himself from Naruto and Sakura, but he was just being downright cruel to Karin unnessecarily. But you wanna talk about manipulative and repulsive.

Instantly forgiving him for his cruel treatment of her after a half hearted sorry and then creepily rubbin up against him. Its at this point I and many others lost all respect for Karin because not even Sakura was this pathetic when she first saw Sasuke after what he did to her in the previous arc.

Keep in mind shes inlove with him too, same as Karin, and did not act this pathetic. Even down to the apology Sakura wouldnt let him get off with just a 'sorry' but made him clearly say what he was sorry FOR and he apologized for everything he had done, thats way more sincere than just 'Im sorry Karin' while she's yelling at him to get her to shut up [which worked] compared to him apologizing voluntarily to Sakura who wasnt even asking for one but he did anyway because he genuinely felt remorse for what he did to her.

You dont even SEE what expression he has when he apologizes to Karin and the scene is used as comic relief, but Kishimoto shows Sasuke's sincere and remorseful expression as hes looking and apologizing to Sakura for what he's done and the scene is taken seriously, theres no jokes or weird creepy behavior, but a genuine heartfelt moment between the two.

She planned to make moves on an injured Sasuke while Suigetsu and Jugo were asleep. It dont take rocket science to know shes gonna make sexual advances at him based on her behavior up till this point and Suigetsu even implying she 'did' something to Sasuke in the past.

This is all self explanatory really, these are snippets from her databook which is canon content and consistent with her character. Her feelings are described as an obsession, dangerous, and that she keeps aiming to make him HERS. I dont think it gets any clearer than that why I wouldnt support someone like this.

Just a friendly reminder for all those who like to bring up Sakura being 'useless' and Sasuke feeling the same way well guess what? he's said the same about Karin too and that she was easily replacable, ironically by Sakura lol but he said there were other shinobi he could've picked just as good and way stronger too so, the only real reason he chose Karin was her tracking ability, he literally would've taken anyone else if not for that, and now that that ability is no longer needed neither is she.

No really he never uses her services again even when she comes back later to help in the war but he still gets help from Suigetsu and Jugo, she really was USELESS to him after this point lol speaking of the war though that brings up my next point.

In the middle of a war where the entire fate of the world is at stake, Karin says the most important thing right now is jumping Sasuke and licking him all over. Idgaf if you say this was just comic relief, this is consistent with her character so comic relief or not she REALLY thinks like this.

She stole his sweaty clothes, gets turned on when bitten by him, rubs up against him even while hes clearly uncomfortable, plans to make sexual advances at him while hes injured and the others are asleep, and your telling me this is just all comic relief and that she doesnt actually wanna do the things shes thinking of doing? fk outta here man.

Do I think Karin genuinely cared for Sasuke to some capacity? yes, do I think Sasuke cared for Karin to some capacity? yes, but that doesnt make their relationship any less disgusting or repulsive overall just because I believe there was some mutual care on both sides, that does not outweigh all the weirdo creepy behavior Karin has exhibited, nor does it outweigh Sasuke's total indifference and lack of remorse for anything he did to her even after coming to his senses and redeeming himself.

He never treated Karin as a friend, for a short time he viewed her as a comrade but afterwards he's never treated her as anything more than an acquaintance. Even though this is how he treated all of Taka really, Suigetsu and Jugo were atleast on the same wavelength Sasuke was, they wanted to help him of their own accord with no ulterior motives while Karin did aka 'making Sasuke hers'. Suigetsu and Jugo never asked for an apology nor expected one, they knew who Sasuke was and how he felt about em and accepted that, so as long as both sides are cool with the treatment then I cant condemn Sasuke for his actions if they themselves allow it and feel nothing about it, Suigetsu pretends he did but he still helped and followed him regardless even tho he no longer had anything to gain nor any reason to, even his reasoning that it was to 'split them up' Sasuke has always been indifferent to Karin from the start so there would've been nothing between them whether Suigetsu was there or not, it was all lies just to avoid saying he enjoyed Sasuke's company and actually had gotten attached to this little ragtag team.

Karin however did not accept it and was yelling at him about it until he gave her a half hearted sorry, then mentions multiple times when anyone confronts her about her feelings for Sasuke how 'he tried to kill her so how could possibly like him' which is a lie but the point is unlike Suigetsu and Jugo she actually DID feel some type of way about his betrayal and wanted to hold him accountable for it, so she WASNT ok with how he treated her and therefore I shouldnt be either.

But the main reason Im anti Karin is because of how creepy and perverted she is, I've felt no different about other perverted characters to this creepy an extent, the only reason yall shrug it off or say its just comedy is because its a girl towards a guy, but if Sasuke stole Karins sweaty shirt, did something to her in the past he punched Suigetsu to keep him from exposing, getting turned on and moaning everytime she bites him, wanting her to let two ppl die so it could just be the two of them, locking them in a room together and pressing up on her even while shes visibly and verbally uncomfortable, if he was plotting to make moves on injured Karin while the others are asleep, if he started rubbin up on her chest after he forgives her, if in the middle of the war hes thinking about wanting to jump and lick Karin all over.

I DARE you to try and tell me yall wouldnt want Sasuke's head on a stake for that, but since its a digusting creepy repulsive female towards a guy its all jokes and laughs. THATS why Im anti Karin in general, idc about her past, idc about how shes changed now, and idc about SPs made up filler about her past that contradicts what Kishimoto has written about her past because its not canon and has no basis in canon so why would I treat it like it is? even if it was it doesnt negate anything I've pointed out, nor does it excuse or justify her creepy behavior.

I support SS despite its flaws because there was mutual love and care on both sides, Sasuke was willing to die and lose out on getting his revenge, his lifes mission to save her, and Sakura was equally willing to sacrifice her life for his. He inspired her and made her want to be a better ninja, he made her understand her ignorance of what being an orphan is like which made her way more empathetic towards Naruto, Sasuke acknowledged and praised her strengths and encouraged her to get better, Sakura is the one who gave him both the push he needed to fight back against Orochimaru AND she's the one who made the curse mark rescind when Sasuke snapped, which btw he rampaged because of the state he saw Sakura in and wanted to avenge her, it was her [and Naruto] AGAIN that made Sasuke able to push back the curse mark during the chunin exams.

Sasuke had always acknowledged Sakura's feelings for him and responded to them while till this day he has never even acknowledged Karins weird obsession with him and always just brushed her off and told her to get back, but with Sakura he DID acknowledge her feelings, he never rejected her, but couldnt allow himself to accept those feelings because of the paths he chose to walk, the first one being avenging his clan and the second for him to create peace by ruling the world alone and severing all ties.

People like to use him saying 'she has no reason to love me and I have no reason to love her' as a rejection when it isnt when you look at the context of the scene.

Kakashi is standing up for Sakura telling him how much she only wanted to save him, SASUKE is the one who brings up romance but Kakashi shuts him down by saying you only need a reason to hate someone and that Sakura wasnt trying to make him hers but she just wanted to save him. Actually Ima just let Kakashi speak for himself.

I dont know how much clearer it needed to be than showing Sakura's sincere love for him reminding him of the sincere love he has for his family, he says perhaps those are ties to a failed past right after Kakashi says she's suffering from loving him, he immediately thinks of his family who he suffers from loving as well, he's literally acknowledging Sakura's feelings for him are genuine like Kakashi says but unfortunately nothing can be done about it, the same way his family is gone and he'll always suffer from loving them, is the same way things ever going back to the way they were with team 7 is gone and Sakura will always suffer from loving him as well, because he's decided to walk the lonely path again and cut all ties with them, with Naruto being the last.

After everything is resolved though and Sasuke is finally able to let go of all that hatred and accept Naruto's [and team 7s as a whole] love for him, we see Sasuke's true self and true feelings, and whats the first thing he does when he has this clarity? apologize to the one person he's hurt the most besides Naruto.

When he leaves to go on his redemption journey the only people he talks to before he leaves is team 7, Sakura asked to come with him but he told her he has nothing to do with her sins and to stay behind, which is true she didnt have anything to do with his sins so he really did have to take this trip alone for self reflection. But even though he turned her down from joining him, he promised to see her when he came back, which is a promise he obviously kept as he did come back and the two did travel together and somewhere in between got married and had their daughter Sarada at Karins hideout before coming back home to Konoha where Sasuke stayed for a short time before leaving alone again to go look into the other looming Otsutsuki threats.

Were there flaws with SS portrayal too? of course there was, every main ship got done dirty in one way or another cuz Kishimoto was just bad at writing their romances for some reason despite doing much better with other ships [MinaKushi, YahiKonan, DanTsuna] but thats not a flaw of the ships themselves as it is the writing for them. And no that doesnt excuse SK, because Kishimoto clearly intended for that to be weird, but he obviously meant for SS and NH to be viewed as sincere, he never took SK/Karin seriously and treated em as such, but he did SS/NH which is why you see their scenes are way more heartfelt with more effort put into it, was the execution always the best? hell no, but for what it was he still got the point across whether you disagree with how he handled certain things, myself included, or not.

SS is far from manipulative or repulsive, if your referring to anything from the novels I thought yall didnt consider the novels canon anyway? personally I rarely use the novels in arguments because theres so much debate in their validity, so personally I only acknowledge the novels that got official adaptions or snippets that have been referenced in canon material [like Sakura's childrens mental health clinic is implied in the anime, and Sasuke retsuden got an anime and manga adaption with Kishimoto's involved in the manga ver] these aspects I consider canon, anything else is debatable imo so I didnt use anything from them in any of my rebuttals, just official manga/databook content because thats whats the most explicitly canon by the creator himself. So if your talkin novel stuff I have nothing to do with that, I thought yall didnt consider it canon anyway, but if you do, then even in the novels shes not what you'd describe as manipulative and impulsive just because she isnt giving up on her feelings for Sasuke and will continue to pursue him? if Sasuke truly had no feelings for Sakura he would've made that explicitly clear, but he always left the door open for the possibility which is why Sakura never moved on while Karin did, cuz Sasuke made it clear his heart was with Sakura, not her.

So I'd love to know where you got manipulative and repulsive from because Sasuke's never been repulsed by Sakura, nor has Sakura ever tried to manipulate Sasuke or vice versa. If thats just your personal opinion thats fine, but you should atleast use the right labels to condemn SS with instead of ones that dont apply at all.

#pro sasusaku #anti-sasukarin #raven asks

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[ch 2]

just finished ch2 and got sick so excuse the ramblings of an only partly functioning brain HAHAHA but anyways some thoughts so far:

i think while he was dead, wei wuxian was semi-conscious or at least aware of time passing? he has a few direct thoughts like "I've actually been dead for many years" (p.14) and indirect "Wei Wuxian had already lost count of the number of years it'd been since he last heard a live person speak ..." (p.13). It can help explain his rather vaguely cavalier attitude towards his traumatic death and his, well, peculiar attitude towards his reverse non-con body possession which is honestly a sentence I really never thought I'd write. I also believe wwx was active in choosing not to "haunt the living, for one, and he'd never saught vengence, for two" (p.17) which makes me think about where he was? I guess he could be in the underworld or something, waiting for his soup of oblivion and reincarnation cycle but there's really no mention of the afterlife and I assume there won't be either but I'm really really curious and could be fun to explore. Also this whole chapter has such a flippant tone and a very easygoing, almost jokey manner. Like calling wwx the most "decent and honest" (p.17) ghost there could ever be -- there's really lots of exaggeration and hyperbole and it's just so very wwx.

but also it's not completely lighthearted of course, you can tell when the narration becomes serious like when wei wuxian becomes incensed about mo xuanyu's life. he insults mo xuanyu at first, lots of "madman" and "lunatic" (p.20), but he continues reading mo xuanyu's horrible eye-straining letters, listens to this poor dead boy's words, and eventually his rhetorical questions become mocking towards the mo family, his narration becomes gentle towards mo xuanyu, ultimately questioning "what kind of hellish life was he fucking living" (p.21). it is forgiveness despite the reverse non-con body possession, and it starts the novels characterisation of wwx really well, a subtle moral declaration of standing with the weak and the helpless, of revealing his great and deep empathy. like i believe wwx genuinely felt bad this tortured boy destroyed his soul to fulfil his last wish only to get an evil ghost that wasn't even evil. like it just made me so sad reading this part, you can feel the tragedy of a life cut short because of cruelty. really, wwx so called trecherous, wwx the mad. wwx, forever righteous and just.

i adore foreshadowing and comparisons that can be made between mo xuanyu and wei wuxian, and especially how mo xuanyu's backstory sets up like a miniature version of wwx backstory vs the cultivation gentry, already establishing an anti-classism/aristocracy theme. "It appeared that, despite how the cultivation world had demanded Wei Wuxian's demise, they nevercheless had no qualms about making use use of of his his inventions." (p.33) truly what righteousness, what orthodoxy and what single broad path? only hyprocrisy and the insular gentry, a world soaked in the blood of the weak, gorged on by the powerful.

also wwx is so smart? i love how he questions and deduces his way into knowing how to fulfil mo xuanyu's unknown wishes. like him publically putting out a spectacle and humiliating the mo family was very funny but it makes it rewarding when it's also revealed as an information gathering situation of the mo family, the village, the servants, as well as finding out who the cultivators invited are, AND if this level of revenge was enough to fulfil the contract was just ingeniusly written into a very fun interaction. this plus the flag "stealing" scene really shows how wwx can really think on the spot to achieve his covert goals while masking it as fun mischief and like his understanding of social dynamics and utilisisation of prejudice/preconceptions is extremely proficient.

and he canonically meditates a lot even within the first few pages so I don't really understand where the fanon "he can't meditate" thing comes from alskkfl

also i like how wwx really didnt want to kill the mo family even if it meant like not dying but even worse dying this time cause his soul would be destroyed which allskdd huh maybe the traumatic death was an indication of smth but also wwx really isn't into killing or escalating situations at all. and then he's all like 'not like it'll be all that hard' about the killing too but still refuses to do so and compared to the whole massacre, blood, supreme evil lord stuff, it really reveals to not trust what the ears hear and only half what the eyes see (butchered edgar allen poe quote btw). and i really like how explaining the summoning also set up the spell backlash concept for later. and wwx really risking it all for the lan disciples because it was the good thing to do.

also i never really thought about it but mdzs is a really cool contrast to most transmigration/time stories I've read? mdzs is a really great reversal of the transmig/time-reversal genre tbh which should be expected of mxtx considering svsss i suppose! but like setting it 13 years into the future instead of the past, having the body snatching be intentional from the original owner, explaining the rules and that there had been previous and recorded historical accounts of this type of body trading, making the protagonist accidentally fulfilling the contract instead of actively, and many other things! it's great, it really is!

okay!! my brain is melting right now and i still have so much more to say like the lan disciples!!! and lan sizhui!! omhygod my boy!! but yeah! brain melt! so see you next time!!!

#ha reads mdzs #do you guys like the quotes and pages?#or does it clutter up the paragrapghs too much?#i wasnt sure to make this dot points or not #this feels like the beginning of a new google doc series hmmmMmM #long post #mdzs analysis #wei wuxian analysis #mdzs

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Honestly even before someoscguy I had beef with the II neg tag, Now was it eye opening?

Yes

Do I feel like way to much of it has turned into making the same 10 points, and like also hyping up the worst takes I've seen in my life(Because it agrees with their stance, whilst the tag has the most "We're ACTUALLY consuming things critically" shitty elitist aura to it whilst completely failing to that themselves)

And also just ignoring any counter arguments.

Also really demozning the people who work on the show to a kind of stupid amount,like I don't think II's writers want to steal money from young gay children, I just think they're all extremely misguided(Which Yes doesn't excuse their actions).

Now I'm all in for critizng the writers for their writing, I personally can't stand some of their choices! Crap I think some of their actions are just shitty overall (non writing wise)

But

from what I've heard their unironically respectfull to their actual trans workers. (COMING FROM SAID TRANS WORKERS THEMSELVES)

I feel way to many people who actively use the neg tag need to rethink how they critize II, cuz I feel way to many people have gotten into some anime ass narrative (of we good II bad). This isn't star wars, some of the people I see on there as near levels of someoscguy (it's just they ACTUAL have human decenty)

Were not gonna make a new world in the osc if we "destroy" Adam Katz were II is not the root cause of most object shows writing issues

Now before anyone calls me a AE ass kisser

Dose that mean I agree with AE and think people should consume II uncritically?

FUCK NO!

As I said before I AGREE WITH SO MANY TAKES on there, I myself have made a lot of takes on there and I'm planning to make even more! I prefer so many other objects shows over II.

I have litterally LOST INTERSET in III due to the writing

And personally I'm sick of people putting II on some high ground and acting like bfdi is the "dumber and less emotinal" popular show BECAUSE bfdi also has character's with depth and characters who are interseting(But that could be it's own rant)

I was once one of those people too!

Honeslty the most ironic part is, if I were to say something neg about the neg tag myself publicy, I think people would try to put me as some "AE ass kisser", but mabye it's just my emotions about the tag making me say that.

TLDR: Your doctor suggests to not overdose the ii neg tag, because it like everything else on the internet, is a echochamber

#confession #osc #/ii #inanimate insanity #hater compilation #<- not an indictment

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mxanigel · 5 months

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what we have is each other

The lovely @socially-awkward-skeleton and @captastra tagged me to play with this relationship template!

That's a fantastic template for two people. And I hope to use it for Vix and Shadowheart once I explore more of their journey. But. Uh. My current brainrot is my AoT OT3. So I'm stealing this opportunity to share the latest version of their chart (OT3 template here).

Explanatory rambles below the cut!

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Hange is a chaotic non-binary mess of a leader soldier, Levi is a clean freak who blunt and crass and so deliberate with emotions that he doesn't express them like others do, and OC Shion is a broken sunshine character seeking joy on her better days and clawing for meaning on her worse ones.

[greeting each other] Levi consistently uses demeaning terms toward Hange. "Idiot," "four-eyes," etc. When he uses their name, it's a big deal. I haven't figured out what he'll call Shion, but since she confessed so early in their relationship, he didn't have a chance to come up with something like what he calls Hange before Things Changed between them.

[First to confess] ahaha yeah Shion first tells Levi she loves him in chapter 9. We're on chapter 23 and neither Levi nor Hange have used those words. (but we're getting so damn close aaaaaaa)

[First to kiss] Levi kisses Shion after she confesses. He can't articulate why. She doesn't press him to. He knows she's important to him, something he shows in a thousand little ways. (Hange's a force of nature and takes all of this in stride in chapter 10 in very Hange-esque ways.)

[Dies for the others] OHOHO the WAYS this could happen depending on timeline and adherence to canon. Dare I explore a worldstate in which Shion dies to save Hange's life? WE SHALL SEE

[Prone to hide their feelings] This condition is in Levi Ackerman's blood okay. And an innocent chapter 8 conversation leads Hange to hide their feelings for both Shion and Levi to some extent. Their affection? Not at all hidden. Their romantic feelings? BURY THAT SHIT. Until they can't keep it buried any longer.

[First to apologize after a fight] Shion is not one who tolerates strain between herself and those she loves. Especially if she's the person responsible for it. But when that strain exists for reasons outside of her control… she won't apologize for the sake of apologizing. And she's learning not to apologize for who she is or how she feels.

["Excuse me, they asked for no pickles"] Shion will sit there and roll with things (and may encourage others to do the same depending on the situation) but there is no freaking way Levi or Hange would accept any of the three getting pickles when they didn't ask for pickles, lol.

[Spoils the others] How said spoiling occurs depends on the person, but they're each ready able and willing to spoil the other two.

[Wakes up first] Levi canonically doesn't sleep much. So I headcanon that Hange has experimented with sleeping draughts (experiments which always piss off Levi regardless of effectiveness because Hange takes it as a personal challenge to slip him one without him noticing). But for this relationship, he's the first one awake which has already manifested multiple times in the fic. The very limited scenarios in which he wouldn't wake first are super fun to play with~

["What's updog?"] I took this line less literally, seeing it as which of them are the most casual in speaking to the others, most likely to make puns, etc. And that's 100% Hange.

[First to propose] Once the OT3 shakes off its rocky romantic restart, this is unnecessary. Hell, even before the official confessions, they're already a unit.

[Wants children] I actively avoid giving my OCs children. I stopped writing for one in part because it seemed like children were a likely outcome. And then Shion comes along and turns that on its head. So. There's a kid in one possible future. With three parents who love her very much.

[Didn't know they were dating] The they-were-already-a-unit thing I mentioned earlier comes into play here. I have mixed feelings about the word "dating" here only because it tends to have romantic connotations, and both Shion and Hange's initial feelings are strongly platonic. But given how much I adore Levihan and that this is my first-ever OT3, plus after thinking long and hard about how Shion eventually feels about Hange and vice versa, I decided all of their feelings would be considered romantic.

[Initiates contact] Shion holds back SO HARD from being affectionate toward Levi, but he picks up on that (and appreciates it) and works to communicate when he's more open to that sort of thing. Not that he's good at it, but he tries. Meanwhile, Hange is alllll about touching and other affectionate gestures, which helps further lower the barrier for the other two.

[Approached first] Shion kind of sort of approached Levi first (remember, she was holding back) and Levi, once he's open to taking another step, doesn't hold back. But I'm thinking about this romantically, and Hange is highly reticent to show romantic advances toward either one knowing that Shion has feelings for Levi.

[Says the L word first] Shion 100%.

[The oblivious one] I'm using "oblivious" a bit loosely here; Levi takes a while to sort through what to name his feelings, and Hange hangs out in denial for quite some time.

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No-pressure tagging people to play with either template and/or just skimread my OC+blorbo rambles~ @poetikat @mxkelsifer @milesmentis @arendaes @outpost51 @dr-paine @saraptor @perhapsrampancy @spindleweedss @marythegizka

#OT3: what we have is each other #fic: Cut to the Feeling #ship template

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demogordon · 2 years

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Bite, Bruise

Pairing: Steve Harrington/GN Reader

Wordcount: 3.5k

Summary: Working minimum wage and losing his reputation wasn’t enough. Now Steve is stuck with a coworker who hates his guts and he has no idea why.

Category: Smut (18+)

Warnings: AFAB!Reader, penetrative sex, semi-public sexual activity, use of the word “panties,” slight reference to past body shaming (not by Steve), language (duh)

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“Oh my god, shut up,” you snap, eyebrows furrowed and eyes blazing. You thunk the scooper back into the open carton of Strawberry Sails, a bland baby pink ice cream swirled through with red freeze dried fruit chunks. The Scoops Ahoy lobby is empty. It usually is on a Thursday morning. The freedom of non audience has made the bickering start earlier than usual.

Steve is going to retort with something equally snippy and beat you at your own game, but instead what comes out is, “Make me.”

You growl, a feral sound from deep inside of your chest and Steve does not appreciate the stirring of his lower belly and the sudden downward blood flow. He shoves a fist into the front pocket of his stupid royal blue uniform shorts to push the fabric out and away from the sudden stiffy he’s sporting. He reminds himself that you hate him, like actually hate him-hate him, not the way that Robin sort of pretends to when she’s teasing him. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye. You’re pissed, shoulders tense, top lip still sort of curled back, sweat glistening across your forehead which makes the soft baby hairs at your hairline frizz out. You remind him of an angry cat that fluffs up to make itself look big and scary but it doesn’t really work because it's a cute little animal.

It’s a daily routine. When you started at Scoops, he was excited because he recognized you from the hallways of Hawkins High and he thought that maybe you could defuse some of the Robin torment about his inability to get laid. Instead, you were meaner than he remembered, irritated by everything he did, whether it was wrong or right. It was even more embarrassing when you watched him flounder with pretty ladies because you wouldn’t tease. You’d scoff and look at him with utter contempt that made his stomach hurt. Sometimes though, he catches you when you think he’s not watching. You have the prettiest smile he’s ever seen. You’re sweet and gentle with kids and they’re captivated by you. Your laugh is his new favorite song, like if they played it on the radio, he’d tape over anything just to be able to listen to it on repeat, like a total fucking weirdo.

Robin is endlessly amused by the two of you, often taking her break just so she can leave the two of you together. It always leaves Steve thoroughly cowed because you do a withering glance better than anybody he’s ever met. The worst part of all of it is the way that Steve doesn’t even know why you hate him so much. Sure, he had his douchey moments way back when but he’d never even spoken to you before so he can’t comprehend your open animosity.

The second worst part is that Steve likes you. Like he really likes you. You’re so pretty that it actually hurts and all he wants is to make you smile for real. That’s not happening though, so he tries to just joke his way out of it when you grouch at him.

Tonight, Robin left early. She gave some dumb excuse like “summertime band practice” and flounced off with a shit-eating grin, abandoning Steve to close with you. Neither of you speak for the entire hour you spend cleaning and Steve zooms off as soon as he possibly can, uncomfortable under your gaze which seems permanently fixed on him. He can’t entirely figure out why exactly you always seem to be watching him. He’s not going to steal ice cream paraphernalia or womanize his way into the ice cream’s pants or whatever else you might suspect.

He gets all the way out to his car before he realizes that he forgot his keys inside of Scoops. “Fuck,” he grumbles, kicking random crumbles of tarmac as he stomps back to the employee entrance of Starcourt. It’s not a long way, just inconvenient and his keys are right in the middle of the table in the breakroom. He snatches them up and almost misses a soft sound through the jingling, one that definitely isn’t coming from his keys.

Steve can hear a tiny soft sniffling sound somewhere in the back of the stockroom. Instantly on high alert, he heads toward the sound, ready for just about anything. Demogorgons don’t cry but anything is possible. He wishes he had his bat with him.

Rows of boxes and shelves stare at him from the darkness and even though it makes him nervous, he walks in without turning on the lights. When he turns past a seven foot stack of boxes, he finds you behind it, which would be as frightening as a monster with a face made of fleshy petals rimmed with teeth, except you’re wedged back there with your spine against the wall, curled in on yourself, shoulders trembling. A window stands opposite you, filtering gentle blue light through the bars that prevent people from using it to break in. It’s strange, to see you so soft and vulnerable and stranger still that his heart twists at the sight of you. He clears his throat a tiny bit, which makes you jump, but he makes his voice soft, like he’s talking to a frightened animal. “Hey, are you okay?”

He knows its a stupid question as soon as he says it, but you don’t look up from where your face is tucked. You remain motionless except for the tiny quivers left behind from the sobs you’re desperately trying to hold in. Steve squats down to get closer to your level and reaches his hand out to graze your knee. You make a horrible, pained sound like you’re at war with yourself and despite Steve’s instincts telling him that you’re like, actually going to kill him for this, he scoots in to sit next to you. You’re stuck between him and the wall of boxes. You press further into the cardboard away from him and Steve tries not to let that hurt his feelings a little bit.

“Please go away,” you mumble. It sounds sticky. You still don’t move your face.

“No, I, I can’t leave you alone here,” Steve says. It sounds stupid but he can’t, can’t get up and walk back out to his car and drive away while knowing you’re here.

“I don’t want you to see me like this,” you say, and it's the most honest thing he’s ever heard from you.

“What’s the matter?” He asks.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.” You don’t, just sit there silently next to him, trying not to let him hear you cry. Steve wishes you would. He understands more than anybody gives him credit for and he knows what it feels like to hurt. When a loud sob cuts through the silence, you seem to hold your breath like you’re waiting for him to say something nasty, except he’s never said anything nasty to you. Instead, Steve gently curls an arm around you with just enough weight to be comforting instead of oppressive. You don’t relax. Your skin is hot and clammy with the effort of not moving.

“I’m not gonna make fun of you,” Steve says, voice echoing in the emptiness.

“Yes, you will,” you insist.

Steve doesn’t argue, just stands up and dusts imaginary lint off of his shorts as he stretches out. “Um, well, you won’t let me drive you home will you? Just, get home safe then. Please.”

You mumble against your legs, “If you wouldn’t mind, I would take a ride home. I walked here.”

Your eyes are bloodshot and your nose and cheeks are slightly swollen. Your face is damp and sticky from sweat and tears. He wants nothing more than to pull you into a bear hug but instead Steve drives you home in silence, radio off, no sound but your breathing. He likes the way your breath sounds. It’s soft and airy. You offer him a half-hearted smile as you get out of the car in front of your house, which Steve accepts as your way of thanking him. He watches you go inside before going home himself.

The next day is the same as before. Steve had somehow convinced himself that you wouldn’t hate him in the morning, but you won’t make eye contact with him and brush around him fiercely and without verbal acknowledgement. He does catch you staring daggers as a pair of pretty girls from Hawkins ‘85 come in and he tries to turn it on. He doesn’t remember their names but he knows their faces well enough.

“Ahoy, ladies, can I interest you in an oceanic voyage atop the U.S.S. Butterscotch with me today?” They both stare at him before sharing a surreptitious glance with each other and snickering. Steve sighs. That’s two more tallies under YOU SUCK. He doles out double scoops of Marsh-Mellow and Vanilla Cream Dream and rings them up, thoroughly humbled and wilting under your burning stare. When the girls trot away, Steve glares back at you.

“What?”

“What is your problem? Why do you try to fuck everything with boobs that comes into the store?”

“I don’t,” he says, too loud and defensive. “I just wanna take ‘em on a nice date or something. I’m a gentleman.” You scoff in disbelief and go back to ignoring him.

Sure enough, when he takes his break, there are two more strikes on Robin’s Hit or Miss board. It’s embarrassing to have two pretty coworkers who watch him fail constantly. One takes sick glee out of watching former babe magnet King Steve drown and one is pissed off that he even tries. Sort of like that riddle with one guy who always tells the truth and the other guy who always lies but Steve always loses because he’s bad at riddles. He doesn’t even entirely get why you’re so mad. Maybe you’re mad that he’s never hit on you before, he muses as he peels open a banana, but that would be stupid and dumb.

The door swings open. You stomp in, see him and pause, narrowing your eyes like you’re daring him to say something. Steve has never been one to turn away from a dare.

“What’s eating you?” Steve asks, cheeks full of banana, like a hamster. You glower.

“Can’t you mind your business?”

“No,” he says, because he can’t.

“Jesus, you’re a wreck.” You scowl at him and he hates that something about the way you look at him like you want to tear into him like he’s a prime rib causes that familiar upward mobility. Again. He doesn’t like that you’re mean but he does like the way he’s a little scared of you and the way that you’re a vicious kind of beautiful. And now he’s stuck with no way to conspicuously hide that he’s half hard in the flimsiest shorts of all time. He hopes you won’t notice.

Steve can see the exact moment that you do, gaze zeroing in on the bulge in his shorts. He expects you to lay into him and devour him raw and for him to be so abashed that he quits on the spot, but none of that happens.

“Happy to see me?” You sneer and he swallows heavily before nodding sheepishly. There’s no point in denying it at this point. You cross over towards him and he feels small as you approach. The look in your eyes doesn’t soften when you take his hand and start to move it towards your breast. Right before his fingers can make contact, you stop and tilt your head to the side. Steve takes a deep breath before pushing forward and cupping your left breast in his right hand. He pushes up close to you, puts his right hand on your waist, fingers gripping you hard. You stare at him before reaching up over his shoulders to grab fistfuls of his hair and yank him down into the fiercest kiss he’s ever had.

It’s warm and heavy and he can’t help opening his mouth for you, allowing you to run your tongue along behind his teeth which should be fucking gross but it really isn’t. Then you sink your teeth into the sensitive meat on the bottom of his lip. Hard. He whines and jerks back. His mouth is bleeding, just a little, but the salty tang catches him off guard.

“Fuck,” Steve says.

“Fuck,” you agree, before pouncing again. You kiss him again, and tug him flush against you. Steve holds onto you for dear life as you cup him firmly through his shorts, stroking your hand along the entire length. He wants to ask if you’re impressed by him or if you even like what he has to offer but he doesn’t get the chance because the window slams open at approximately 180 miles per hour.

“You guys are fucking disgusting. Also your breaks are over. You,” Robin points at you. “Get out here and help me. You,” Robin points at Steve. “Get your whole situation under control first. Do not, and I emphasize, do not come out here with that thing.” Steve scowls at her but you push past him silently, stalking to the storefront to dole out more confectionery to the pubescent population of Hawkins.

Robin doesn’t forgive either of you all day, frowning at all times with her eyebrows furrowed. She mops angrily at closing time, dipping the mop head as hard as she can into the bucket as she glares at nothing in particular. She’ll be fine in the morning, having forgotten she was ever even angry in favor of some weird joke or anecdote. She’s eased up considerably by the time you lock up, waving goodbye before biking off to her place and warning you to, “Use protection, weirdos!”

You stand by him, not leaving yet as you watch Robin bike away over the hill. Steve coughs to clear the silence. “Do you want another ride home?”

Instead of answering, you look at him with the same predatory look as earlier and he hustles to the backseat of his car, unlocking the door and ushering you inside with urgency. You take your time walking over but slide in and Steve practically leaps in after you, door slamming shut and him slipping a little on his ass and thumping the back of his head against the door. Then your mouth finds his, rabid in its mission. You kiss him with a lot of pressure and you dig your nails into the soft skin of his back and it stings through the fabric of his shirt. You break away from him and tug at the hem.

“Off.” It’s a command and Steve is quick to follow, yanking his shirt up over his head and flinging it into the front seat. He goes for your shirt but you catch him and pull him into a kiss that he thinks might leave a bruise and break every single blood vessel around his mouth. You push your knee up between his legs, not hard enough to hurt and Steve moans as you rub it against his hard cock. He sounds pathetic, so loud and whiny, but you don’t say anything and run your fingers through his chest hair as your kiss softens a little. It’s almost romantic.

You pull your shirt up over your head, showing him a white lace bra, which Steve makes a beeline for, kissing and nibbling at all of the breast tissue spilling from the cups. You make a soft sound. “Fuck. Please make that sound again,” he begs. You do as he sucks a bruise into the soft exposed flesh of your breast.

You push him back and start pulling your shorts off and he takes his cue, taking both his shorts and briefs down in a swift movement. His cock springs up, eager and flushed. Steve spits into his palm and fists his cock in his hand, hissing at the contact that he’s been needing all day. He glances at you and sees that your eyes are trained on him. His cock stands proud from the thicket of well groomed hair along his lower belly and pelvis and you watch it with an expression he can’t read. You lay back, pretty in your underwear. He can see a damp spot on your gray panties and it makes his cock kick up.

Steve assumes you want this to be fast and rough, so he conjures up everything he can think of in that regard and crawls up to reach over for the glove compartment. You wrap an arm across his waist, digging your nails into the flesh on the small of his back, just above the round swell of his ass. He retrieves a condom from the front and slides back, taking an upright position on his knees as he places the shiny packet in between his teeth and tears it open. He rolls the condom on, gasping at the stimulation. He hopes some of the aggression of this encounter will help him last longer. Steve is painfully out of practice and he will not last long.

“Okay?” Steve asks. You nod and he lines the head of his cock up with your slit, tugging the crotch of your panties out of the way, before pushing in, hard. Your body is stiff but it feels warm and tight and he groans out low as he hits all the way to the hilt. He hears a little sound beneath his baritone and pauses to listen for it. It’s a tiny, pained whine. He glances down at your face and sees your eyes screwed up, your teeth worrying your lower lip, small tears beading at the crows feet next to your eyelids.

“Fuck,” Steve announces, suddenly terrified. “Shit. Sorry, hang on.”

He wraps his hand around the base of his cock and grits his teeth as he pulls it out, slowly, stopping at every gasp, whimper, and sob. When he finally gets it out of you, you’ve draped your arms in a cross over your face. He can hear you crying again, softer this time, and his stomach drops.

“I’m so sorry, I promise I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says, panting and rushed. He tugs the condom off, tosses it over the seat before crawling over you and trying to move your arms.

“No,” you whine, “it’s okay, Steve. Really it’s fine. It just hurt.”

“Fuck,” Steve announces again. “I want to comfort you. I don’t know how I’m allowed to do that.”

You mumble, “A hug is fine,” and shift over to make room for him. He dives down to cradle you in his arms, stroking over your bare arms, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“I thought, I thought you’d want it fast and hard. I'm sorry. I should’ve, fuck, I should have gotten you ready first, I’m just new to this. Not to sex, but like, to rough stuff. And it’s been awhile anyway, I think you know that, you watch me strike out pretty much every single day. None of this is good enough, but-” you gently place a hand on his face.

“Steve. It’s okay. You didn’t mean to. And honestly I didn’t even think about it until it started hurting.” You lay together in silence for what is probably less than a minute but feels like a decade. He can’t stop himself.

“Why do you hate me?”

You frown a little, eyebrows furrowing like you’re thinking. “I don’t really hate you. I guess…it’s hard to explain.”

“Try me.”

“Tommy Hagan and Billy Hargrove. They picked on me a lot in high school. Called me ugly, said gross things about my body, all the classic shit, and I guess I thought that because you guys were friends that you were in on it.”

Steve shakes his head. “I used to be friends with Tommy, like junior year. I haven’t talked to him since then, honestly. And I was never friends with Billy.”

“What? He was always talking about you and sort of stalking you. Like he was always where you were.”

“He was the one who beat the snot out of me in December. Senior year.” He showed up to school at Hawkins High after his head stopped spinning with a bruised and swollen face, one that caught the attention of everyone. He’d never said who did it or why, how could he possibly explain?

“Fuck. Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I think I completely shit the bed there,” you say, looking horrified. Steve laughs and extends a hand for you to shake.

“Ahoy there. I’ll be your Captain today, Steve. Shall we set sail together?” You shake his hand and laugh.

“Yeah, let’s start over.”

“How about I take you on a nice date first and we pick this up another time,” Steve says. “I am a gentleman, after all.”

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