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itsactuallywhitewolf · 2 years

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What I think Dating Eddie Munson would be like

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

• okay so this is a lot so get ready for a shitload of fluff

• alright so first things first

• eddie would be the biggest simp for you

• like really

• boy would worship the earth you walked on

• even before you started dating

• before you guys were a couple he had the biggest crush on you for years

• his friends in hellfire couldn't hear it anymore

• "You know what happened today in english class?", he'd start as he sat down on their usual lunch table in the cafeteria

• "Y/N came an-"

• "and walked past you? looked at you? Eddie, don't you think it's maybe time to make a move or... you know, let it go? You're always talking about her, and it's not even anything special, it's getting ridiculous," one of them would interrupt him

• "If you would have let me finish then you would know that she came and asked me to study. Together. At her place. Tonight", he explained through gritted teeth, shooting him a death glare, but smiling proudly when he shifted his glance to the others on the table

• they'd be speechless tho

• just as he was when you had asked him

• fast forward 2 months and he finally asked you out

• and after that everything was going just perfect

• Eddie is the most caring boyfriend there is

• he'll always make sure you're happy

• he'll try his very best to cheer you up again when you're down

• he'd cuddle you and hold you and listen to you talk about ehat was bugging you

• but you'd also do anything for him when he was in a bad mood or sad

• you'd take him somewhere safe and quiet where no one would walk in on you, most of the times his bedroom in the trailer, and calm him down there

• you'd hold his face reassuringly and he'd lean into your touch, slightly turning his head so he could kiss the inside of your hand

• however, mornings with him were the best part

• his raspy morning voice was your favorite

• don't even get me started on the bedhair

• another thing: HANDS

• you'd always watch his hands, no matter what he was doing

• if he was playing the guitar

• scribbling something down

• rubbing your clit

• you just loved his hands : )

• you'd also constantly play with his rings

• you once tried them on, most of them way too big on your fingers but Eddie insisted you keep the one that fit

• "take it, babe. as a promise ring."

• ASDFGHJKL

• when you weren't around he'd also refer to you as the queen or Mrs. Munson

• "Hey, Eddie! You free this friday for another campaign?"

• "I don't know, dude, gotta ask the wife."

• He loved you and was certain that it was only you for him

• No one else could compare

• therefore he would also be protective as hell, especially after you went to the upside down

• he was happy you both made it out of that hellscape, he wouldn't ever risk again to lose you

• would be so jealous tho

• if he ever saw a guy of the basketball team try to flirt with you he'd immediately come to your side, hand at the small of your back, and with the widest grin tell the dude to kindly fuck off

• same was for you, you weren't really keen on Eddie having a deal with a girl from the cheer team

• it's not that you didn't trust your boyfriend, it's just, you never know with those cheerleaders

• you'd be the goofiest couple in school

• always doing something weird that would make everyone would stare at you

• once when Eddie saw you walking down the hallway he dropped all of his things to the floor only to run towards you and spin you around in a hug as if he hadn't seen you for months

• he had literally seen you 5 minutes ago

• he'd also often obnoxiously swing out your arms together when holding hands and walking down the hallway to your next class, making you stumble and bump against other students

• calling each other freak, nerd and weirdo for funsies was a usual for you

• hugs from behind

• all. the. time.

• you'd be standing at your locker, putting some of your stuff away when he would suddenly appear out of thin air and hug you tightly, pulling you away to twirl you around

• he's such a dork

• a lovesick dork

• when he was rehearsing with his band you'd join him, watching him play on his electric guitar, practised fingers strumming the strings in a way you've never seen before

• it was so hot

• you sometimes even forgot to breathe

• it took everything in you not to jump him right then and there

• he once tried teaching you how to play, you sitting on his lap as he put his hands on top of yours on the instrument

• his breath fanning against your neck

• god have mercy

• this went on for about 10 minutes until he got aware of the state you were in and started to kiss your neck

• let's just say that the guitar lesson was over very soon and you moved on to do something way more interesting instead : )

• sometimes you'd draw little doodles on his forearm when you were bored

• which made him come up with an idea

• so one day he showed up at your place, falling through your window and onto the carpet in your bedroom to show you the new tattoo he got

• it was one of your little drawings

• "wait, is this real??"

• "Yes, sweetheart, new and just healed"

• you couldn't believe him

• but the next day you got an appointment with your local tattoo artist and got matching tattoos together

• at nights you would sometimes go out for late night drives

• you know that one scene from perks of being a wallflower? it would somehow be like that

• the windows of his van all the way down, music blaring loudly through the speakers while you'd lean out of the window and feel the air hit your face, getting lost in the moment

• Eddie would watch you from the side as you did so, one arm stretching out to hold your knee so you didn't fall off

• he would be wheezing tho when you climbed back in with a disgusted expression on your face "I think I just swallowed a fly..."

• you'd watch him do his homework while laying on his bed sometimes

• "what is it?"

• "nothing. you're cute when you're concentrated."

• "don't mock me, Y/N"

• "I'm not! It's just, I don't see you like this often," you'd laugh, him groaning as a response before continuing what he was doing

• one time he was trying to cook dinner for you

• and almost burned the whole kitchen in the trailer

• now he just sticks to takeout when he wants to treat you :D

• therefore he'd also never bring lunch to school so you'd always pack him something extra just so he'd eat something instead of just chewing on some cashew nuts

• don't get me started on the hellfire shirt

• you love when he's wearing it

• it just looks so good on him

• and it'd also smell so much like him, so you'd always steal it from his closet

• but the boy goes feral everytime he sees you in his shirt

• something in him just stops working at the sight

• therefore you're never wearing it for more than about 15 minutes until it hits his bedroom floor

• whenever you both go out and leave his place together he always makes you sit down on the small steps in front of his trailer to tie your shoes, kissing your thigh while kneeling down in front of you before pulling you up and opening the door of his van for you

• such a gentleman

• however date nights aren't really date nights anymore because almost evertime one of the kids he's friends with is third wheeling you

• or all of them are

• you've practically become their parents now

• sometimes you're lucky tho and you get Steve and Robin to babysit instead

• but you love those little shitheads anyways ♡

• just like Eddie, they would be so excited everytime you joined one of their D&D campaigns

• Dustin and Mike would eagerly explain you the rules each time you got confused while Lucas would quietly give you tips for your next move

• Eddie would watch with a grin on his face while you were trying to follow each of them in between their rambling

• and now listen

• THE EYE CONTACT

• the game was just about to end and all the nerves were high up, you were the only one that could make the final move and all of the players were counting on you

• "What are you gonna do now, Queen Munson?", Eddie would speak from his dungeon master's throne, looking you in the eyes with a shit-eating grin, curious as to what your last move is gonna be

• You held the eye contact for a minute until you stood up and took the dice

• "I'm gonna hit him with a freaking fireball"

• then you threw the dice, it rolled acrossed the table until it stopped just right in front of Eddie, showing the number 20

• "SHE DID IT! SHE KILLED VECNA!", Dustin screamed, making all the other stand up and cheer as well

• You just looked at your boyfriend on the other side of the table, your look telling him everything he needed to know

• You both told the other's you'd stay behind and put everything away, so as soon as the last of them left the club room, both of you rushed to the other, teeth clashing in hasty kisses while undressing each other in a frenzy

• after that you'd go to his trailer, putting on some old vinyl of his uncle, and just swaying gently to the soft tune of the music

• you were in love and nothing else in the world could change that♡

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gaywarcriminals · 25 days

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Remember that time Xiao Jiu wanted to beat a kid with a brick?

The scene where Shen Jiu threatens Shi Wu is possibly my favorite scene in the whole novel because it tells us so much about qijiu's dynamic, both past and future, and namely, that they're both little freaks (affectionate) who show love in weird ways. I think it particularly exemplifies several of Yue Qingyuan's traits that often go overlooked!

I am just going in order. All excerpts are from the Seven Seas official translation, Volume 4, Chapter 24: Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Jiu fights for resources

“Shen Jiu, don’t think you can just throw your weight around. You don’t own this street. What gives you the right to tell us we can’t stay?!” This main street was wide and even, and many people came and went upon it. If one wanted to beg, it was the best and prime location. Some of the passersby watched this group of children fight, but even more hurried on their way. And this new brat had the gall to challenge him. Shen Jiu looked down and around, preparing to find a brick with which to teach him a lesson, when a tall youth happened to walk over. He saw Shen Jiu rolling up his sleeves, head lowered, and hastily went to stop him. “Xiao-Jiu, let’s go somewhere else.” [...] With Yue Qi standing in front of him, Shiwu grew bold. He leaned forward and yelled, “Every time we go to a new place,you always hog the best spot!

From this we know that Shen Jiu, without fail, tries to claim or fight for the best begging spots in every city. This isn't fully textually supported, but add to that the later section that mentions how Shen Jiu was far better at begging than Yue Qi and I think that, on some level, SJ feels responsible for both his and Yue Qi's wellbeing. Chasing off the other children is not just a selfish act, but also a protective one.

According to the orders given to them, Yue Qi should have wailed and wept, but no matter what, he never could manage to cry. Therefore, this task had instead fallen to Shen Jiu, even though he was faking an illness that supposedly left him too feeble to weep. But he was small and his face wasn’t too unsightly to look at, so whenever he sobbed and bawled, the passersby found him pitiful and generously opened their wallets. It would have been no exaggeration to call him a money tree.

Xiao Jiu fancies himself the breadwinner lol.

How Yue Qi reacts to accusations against Shen Jiu

That first youth took the opportunity to tattle. “Qi-ge, he’s bullying me.” “That wasn’t bullying, Shiwu,” said Yue Qi. “Xiao-Jiu was just joking around.” “Who’s joking?” said Shen Jiu. “I’m telling him to get lost. This is my territory. I’ll kill anyone who tries to steal it.”

I've anyways found this passage so telling of their eventual adult relationship! First of all, Yue Qi implicitly takes Shen Jiu's side, and immediately defends him. This seems to be taken for granted by all characters, so we can assume this is their standard dyanmic. Yue Qi, notably, does not deny that Shen Jiu was threatening Shiwu. In this situation where SJ is actively gearing up for a fight, it would be a very poor defense, and that's probably true of most messes Xiao Jiu got himself into!

Most of Yue Qi's actions in the scene are attempts to de-escalate. This is just my theory, but I think in Yue Qi's mind, who's at fault is much less important than making sure no one gets in trouble with a higher authority. Even if he knows SJ could win the fight, it would only gain SJ more animosity, and possibly the attention of someone who would be a real danger.

I think it's evident how Yue Qi's ethos of keeping their heads down and not causing trouble or drawing too much attention would feed into how he handled Shen Qingqiu's less commendable behavior as an adult and complaints against Shen Qingqiu.

In the brothel scene later in the extras, we can see that he's conscious of their image.

Yue Qingyuan yanked Shen Qingqiu off the bed. He was in a rare fit of anger. “Why are you like this?” “Why am I like what?” asked Shen Qingqiu. “Two of Cang Qiong Mountain’s head disciples getting into a huge brawl inside a brothel—does that sound good to you?”

Imo, now entrenched in the politics of the cultivation world, YQY sees protecting SQQ's image/reputation as an important part of protecting SQQ. Yue Qi spent his childhood managing Xiao Jiu, and as an adult, he's not able to so easily break the habit, not matter how SQQ scorns him

Shen Jiu does not get upset by attacks on his character, only from Shiwu calling Yue Qi "Qi-ge"

With Yue Qi standing in front of him, Shiwu grew bold. He leaned forward and yelled, “Every time we go to a new place,you always hog the best spot! Everyone’s been sick of you for ages! You think you’re all that? That everyone’s afraid of you?” “Shiwu,” Yue Qi scolded. Amidst the struggle, Shen Jiu kicked Yue Qi in the shin. “If you want a fight, I’ll give you one. Only losers would blame their spot for their incompetence. You bastard—who’s your Qi-ge? I dare you to say that again!”

Now granted these aren't the most cutting insults, but it's SO interesting to me that Shen Jiu doesn't react to the insults directly. To me, this is a little bit of evidence that, even at this age, Shen Jiu had already decided he was a bad guy, and stopped caring about what others thought of him. The glaring exception to that was, ofc, Yue Qi. I think part of the reason that SJ reactions to the "Qi-ge" specifically, is that Shiwu just said that no one likes Shen Jiu, and then tried to align himself with Yue Qi. I think to SJ, he sees a real threat in the idea of someone else stealing Yue Qi, the one person who likes SJ. SJ is so possessive of Yue Qi not just because he's Qi-ge, but also because, without him, Shen Jiu would have nothing and no one.

Yue Qi tries to deescalate by coaxing/appeasing Shen Jiu

“You’re the bastard! I bet you’ll get sold off soon and end up a pimp!” Yue Qi didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. “Where did you learn that kind of nonsense language?!” Then he dragged Shen Jiu off to the side of the road while coaxing him. “All right, you’re the most competent one here. Even if you didn’t pick and choose your spot, you’d be the best. So let’s change streets.” Shen Jiu stepped on his foot. “Get off me! Like I’m scared! Come on, fight me! Wanna gang up on me? Go ahead!” Of course Yue Qi knew he wasn’t scared. If he really let Shen Jiu brawl with the other kids, he would fight dirty. He’d gouge at their eyes and kick them in the belly or crotch or shin. He was terribly vicious, and the other party would be the one to end up suffering and bawling in terror. Yue Qi forced down a smile. “Are you done stepping on my foot yet? If you are, stop it. Qi-ge will take you somewhere fun.” “What shitty ‘fun’?” Shen Jiu asked savagely. “The most fun I’ll have is if they’re all dead.” Yue Qi looked at him helplessly and shook his head.

Yue Qi only barely scolds Shen Jiu, even when Shen Jiu in the wrong (tried to steal Shiwu's spot and then almost beat up Shiwu). Instead, his reaction is to distract, coax, bribe, and praise him until SJ looses interest in whatever trouble he was going to cause. Yue Qi is so biased, and he spoils him 😂. Even when Yue Qi has so little he can give, he managed to spoil Shen Jiu by giving him so much favor, attention, and affection.

I think this is something that comes naturally to Yue Qi to the point that he can't help himself from doing the same thing as an adult, even when SJ scorns him. It's just the correct response to seeing a Xiao Jiu! He's the "why do we have hands" meme fr

Yue Qi smiles imagining Shen Jiu beating up the other kids

Of course Yue Qi knew he wasn’t scared. If he really let Shen Jiu brawl with the other kids, he would fight dirty. He’d gouge at their eyes and kick them in the belly or crotch or shin. He was terribly vicious, and the other party would be the one to end up suffering and bawling in terror. Yue Qi forced down a smile. “Are you done stepping on my foot yet? If you are, stop it. Qi-ge will take you somewhere fun.”

I don't have much to say about this, I just want to remind everyone Yue Qi finds SJ's violent, feral tendencies adorable. This man has no desire to train his cat, and he will insist it's friendly even as it gnaws on his arm.

In Conclusion?

This single scene shows us the trajectory of qijiu's relationship going forward, the strengths of their relationships that became pitfalls. It allows to imagine what they could have become if not torn apart by a world set to doom them.

#svsss #shen jiu #yue qingyuan #qijiu #svsss meta #fish meta

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five-rivers · 23 days

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Cracked Clay Cup

for @greatbigolhampuckjustforme

“Are you awake?”

Until he heard that question, the answer to it would have been a resounding no. However, he was awake now, so he pried his eyes open to squint at whoever had interrupted his sleep.

“Maybe,” he mumbled into a fluffy pillow.

“Excellent. Then we can start the questionnaire.”

In his opinion, it was far too early for a questionnaire. On the other hand, the creeping feeling that something wasn't quite right was creeping its way up his spine. He levered himself out of his blanket cocoon and into a sitting position. Then he retrieved his blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders. He wanted to be cozy.

“Questionnaire?” he asked.

“Indeed. It’s not long.”

“Um, okay. What are you doing in, um…” This… wasn’t his bedroom. He was pretty sure this wasn’t his bedroom. Or any place he’d seen before.

He also didn’t think he’d seen the ghost before, which added an air of surrealism to the whole situation.

“Who are you?” he asked, looking the ghost up and down. He was tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in purple, with a hooded cloak thrown around his shoulders. There was a rectangular hole in his chest, and in the hole was a pendulum and clock face.

“That is, in fact, one of the questions I have to ask you.” The ghost showed him the back of a clipboard and produced a pen from thin air.

“Um, that, um.” He frowned. “Who am I, or who are you?”

“Yes,” said the ghost. “But let us start at the beginning. Do you know who you are?”

“Well, yeah, sure, I’m… Um. I’m. I…” It should have been an easy question. It should have been a question he didn’t even have to think about, which is why he didn’t. But he didn’t even have the echo of an answer.

“I will mark that down as a no.”

“Wait, wait,” he said, “what’s going on, who am I?”

“I have to go through the whole questionnaire before I answer your questions, I’m afraid. Those are the rules.”

“I… okay?”

“Do you recognize me in any capacity?”

“Nope. Am I supposed to?”

“Excellent. Next question, do you know where you are?”

He shook his head. “Somewhere in the Ghost Zone, I think.”

“Do you know what year it is?”

“Um. Two thousand five? Or, uh, six?” He shrugged. Something like that. It was a little blurry.

“How old are you?”

“Teenage?”

“Can you describe yourself?”

“Um… Forgetful?”

“Physically,” clarified the ghost.

He looked down. He was covered in blankets and therefore unable to see so much as an inch of skin. He crossed his eyes to look at his nose. “White,” he said, finally. “Probably. And a guy. Is that a physical thing?”

The ghost made a note on the clipboard. “And how would you describe your parents? Your family?”

“Uh. They probably… exist.”

“Very good. Favorite band?”

“Dumpty Humpty. Why do I know that and not my name?”

“Please hold your questions until the end. Favorite food?”

“Milkshake. Kiwi fudge. That’s weird. That’s weird, isn’t it?”

“No weirder than a cheese puff and bacon milkshake.”

“Huh. Is it weird that I want to try that now?”

“Somewhat, but not horribly so.”

He gazed at the ghost silently for several long seconds. The ghost gazed back. This was already an awkward situation, but it was getting worse by the second.

“So… what’s the next question?”

“That was the last question. As you can doubtlessly tell, I am now answering your questions.”

He probably should have noticed that, actually. He leaned forward, eager. “Great, so, uh, what’s going on? Why don’t I remember anything?”

“Your memory was removed in preparation for legal proceedings.” Was it just him, or did the ghost seem… displeased about that?

“Uh… that seems sort of backwards, doesn’t it? If I’m supposed to testify or defend myself, shouldn’t I at least remember what it is I’m doing?”

“That would be true if you were testifying or defending yourself.”

“Okay… So… What am I doing?”

“You are the subject of an extensive custody dispute.”

“And… that means I need to get my memory erased why?”

“We ghosts have a different method of settling custody disputes. We prefer it if the child in question decides who to be with.”

“I kind of feel as if that’d also be easier with my memories.”

“On the contrary, memories can often lead to people choosing to stay in unpleasant situations. For example, memories might create a sense of debt, sentiment, or honor that would prevent an objective decision based on current reality.” The ghost said this as if he was reciting the phrase from rote memory.

“That seems… wrong, somehow. Like, there’s a missed assumption or something.”

“Be that as it may be, it is how we do things.”

“‘We’ being ghosts.”

“Correct.”

“Am I a ghost?” This felt like another of those things he should just know, but, as before, he just didn't.

“An unusual kind, but yes.”

“I'm dead?”

“You died, yes. Whether or not ghosts count as dead is a matter of scholarly debate.”

Well. Okay, then. He didn’t know what to say to that. He sort of thought being dead would have more impact, but maybe it was hard to mourn for a life he didn't remember. Or maybe he'd been dead for long enough that he'd already processed all the implications, and that had stuck around subconsciously. Like the name of his favorite band.

That was still weird.

“So… What happens now? Do you lead me out into the courtroom, see who I run to? Do some kind of genetic test? What are the rules here?”

“On the contrary, we have taken measures to keep your biological family from having an unfair advantage based on resemblance. No. What will happen is that, as a trial, you will spend a few days with each group that put themselves forward as potential guardians. They have acquired housing appropriate for a young ghost, and have been… reviewed… to prevent abuses or other troubles. You may leave their temporary guardianship whenever you choose. However, once you leave, you will not be able to return to them until and unless you choose them at the end of these trials. Between the potential guardians, you will stay here with me.”

There were so many troubling things in that explanation that he didn’t even know where to start.

“So… the courtroom thing, but drawn out.”

“I suppose so, if you choose to look at it that way.”

“Right. So, um. What’s my name?”

“It’s Daniel.”

“Great. Okay. Cool.” Daniel rubbed his eyes. Despite all the heart-attack inducing things he was learning about today, he was still half-asleep. Maybe it was a memory-wipe side-effect. “You know, this is kind of messed up. Some kind of weird reverse fairy tale kind of thing. Like that story where someone has to pick the right girl when she’s been turned into a flower and there are two other flowers. Why do I know that?”

“Unfortunately, I am not allowed to give you that information. I am here to tell you the rules and make sure you are… able to do this.”

“To make sure you guys didn’t nuke my brain, you mean?”

“To some degree, yes. But this is also frequently rather emotional, at least that is my understanding. You are handling it remarkably well.”

“Oh, I’m just delaying my breakdown until after I see what I look like. Better to have some idea of what my body is capable of in terms of punching walls and all that.”

“Wise,” said the ghost, with a small smile. “There is a bathroom just through that door if you wish to examine yourself physically.”

“I’ll do that, in a bit. But, first, um. You keep saying we and us. Who is that? Who’s doing this? I mean, ghosts, sure, but more specifically?”

“The legal system of the Ghost Zone.”

“Which is… Who? Exactly? The Observants?”

“You remember that. Interesting. But, yes, they are, for better or worse.”

“And you? What's your position?”

“I am merely a neutral monitor selected by the Observants.”

“Monitor, huh?”

“I feel as though it would be misleading of me to call myself an observer under these circumstances.”

Daniel nodded. “I can understand that. I guess. Is that, um, your usual job? Taking care of kids like this?”

“I’m afraid not. I work for the Observants in another capacity.”

“What capacity?”

“That would be one of the things I am not permitted to tell you.”

“Okay, and what’s up with that? Why can’t you tell me things?”

“I am not allowed to give you information regarding your own past, including contextual information.”

Daniel frowned at the ghost. “That sort of implies that I knew you, though, doesn’t it?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that.”

“Cool,” said Daniel. “That’s helpful. You’re not in the running for my… whatever I should call this. My guardianship?”

The ghost nodded. “That is an acceptable term, but I must remind you that I am a neutral monitor.”

“Sure. Right.” There were other questions he could ask, other questions he should ask, but his brain felt fried. Did he have a brain, being a ghost and all? Or was he just, like… goo?

Yeah, no, he wasn’t going to ask that. He was going to go do something more… concrete. Bathroom time. He was sure it would be just as harrowing, especially with the implication that his appearance had been changed somehow, but he could be brave.

He shuffled to the edge of the bed and swung his legs over. He frowned at the cold floor and decided to take the blankets with him. Then, he realized one of his questions had gone unanswered.

“Hey, um. What’s your name? You never did say.”

“You can call me Clockwork. And when you are done in the bathroom, I have breakfast waiting downstairs.”

Daniel heaved himself up and went to the bathroom, looking over his shoulder at Clockwork as he went.

This was just… really weird. Should he try to escape? Like, even if Clockwork was telling the truth about everything, this wasn’t exactly what he would call a good situation. But if this was the lie, then what was the truth? The truth was always worse, when people were lying like that.

… Not that Daniel could come up with any specific examples of that. It was more of a feeling.

Soft lights came on in the bathroom as he stepped in. It was… a bathroom. He was sure he’d been in other bathrooms before. This one had a purple-on-lavender color scheme and a large bathtub. The fixtures were brass. In other words, it resembled Clockwork to a surprisingly high degree. Daniel wondered if he lived here normally, or if he’d just been the one to decorate. Or if someone with a sense of irony had decorated it for him.

Whichever. Maybe he’d ask Clockwork about it and see if he answered. It was harmless enough, compared to some of the questions he could ask.

There was also a mirror. He stared at it.

His skin was a sort of tan pink, awash with freckles. His hair was white. His eyes were glowing and green. His ears were long and pointed, curving up around the sides of his face to sit on the top of his head. The blankets were also purple, funnily enough. Huh.

He leaned closer, squinting. What kind of ears were those, anyway? He had to assume he didn’t have them when he was alive and human. Cat? Dog? Fox? It wasn’t an automatic ghost thing, either, since Clockwork didn’t seem to have them, although that hood could likely hide a lot.

If he had animal ears, did he have anything else? Maybe some cool slit pupils? He leaned even closer, over the counter. Maybe? They might be slitted? He alternately blinked and widened his eyes, trying to make his pupils change sizes.

Yes! They were slitted! Cool!

Which put better odds on this being a fox or cat thing than a dog thing. Dogs had round pupils.

Next question: did he have a tail?

He swung the blankets off his shoulders and folded them up so he could set them on the counter. He was, surprise surprise, wearing purple pajamas. But he also had a large, fluffy tail. He petted it. It was very fluffy.

Excellent. He’d always wanted a tail. Well, he’d wanted one for the few minutes he’d been aware there was a possibility he could have one. Very nice. Good feeling. Soft.

It also seemed very unfamiliar.

Precautions.

Right.

The smile slid off his face. Well. On reflection, he didn’t think Clockwork was lying to him, but he really needed to know more about him to make a real determination. Just like he needed to make a determination about his potential ‘guardians.’

This was giving him real adoption scam vibes. Which was weird, because he’d’ve thought that’d be one of the memories they’d erase if they wanted to do that. Maybe memory erasure was just… really inexact. That sounded like a possibility. Maybe there was some other weird scam going on.

Only one way to find out. He washed up, then left the bathroom and navigated towards the stairs.

The stairs were also purple.

Daniel was definitely leaning towards this place being decorated by someone with a weird sense of humor. A non-Clockwork someone. There weren’t nearly enough clocks for this place to have been designed by someone named Clockwork. You had to be really into clocks to name yourself Clockwork.

“Welcome,” said Clockwork, smiling at Daniel from the center of the purple kitchen. “There are pancakes.” He gestured to the table. “And the file next to them has the names of your potential guardians. Why don’t you read through them and see who you might like to stay with first.”

“You want me gone so soon?” asked Daniel, sliding into his seat.

“You are welcome to stay here for as long as you want, but then you won’t get your memories back.”

“I can get my memories back?” asked Daniel, looking up sharply.

“Yes, they will be returned after you make your choice,” said Clockwork. He turned back to the stove. “Hashbrowns? Eggs? Sausage?”

“Um,” said Daniel, who was gradually realizing how hungry he was. “All of them?”

“Of course.”

Daniel turned his attention back to the file folder, then flipped it open. Time to see who he was being… adopted by? Was that the right term here?

The first page had seven groups of names, bullet pointed. It was also done in calligraphy, which was certainly a contrast to the plain manila folder it was stored in.

“Anyone catch your eye?” asked Clockwork, setting down a plate with eggs and sausage on it.

“Does it matter which order I do this in?”

“Not at all.”

“So I could start at the end.”

“Indeed.”

“Great,” said Daniel. “Then let’s start there. After breakfast.”

#danny phantom #phic phight #fic

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parisoonic · 9 months

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I just want to say I love how you do your lineart, it looks so good! ahhhhhhhh!!

I'm gathering a lot of advice about the topic of lineart and I just wanna know how you get it to look like that? My line weight is getting better but the drawing itself just comes out a bit.. weird.

Thank you so much! Lineart is probably the thing I've been working hardest on as I am not a lineartist (and still struggle a lot) but it's something I really need to get better at for my job. UM there's honestly so much that could be said on the topic of lineart. Big things for me are:

Weight -> Use line weight (aka thickness) to describe form, lighting, contact and scale. Thick lines imply shadow, contact and nearness-to-camera. Thin lines imply tension, recession and light.

Straights vs Curves -> Use straight lines against curved ones for maximum interest. This is partly a character design thing but as we're using lines to describe our characters it's worth mentioning :)

Complex vx Simple -> Use complex lines against simple. Faces are always complex so therefore the backs of heads should always be simple. Chests are quite complex so backs should be simple. Dorsal sides of the arms are complex (Delt, tricep, bicep) whilst the ventral side is more simple (tricep...mainly) etc.

'Think in Ink' -> Lower your sketch layer almost to 0% opacity so you're not getting hung up on how nice/energetic your sketch look and instead are approaching the piece from an ink mindset. BUT it's digital! So if there's something in your sketch that you like just bring it forward (copy and paste) into your ink layer. I sketch and ink with the same brush so I can use this workflow

'Confidence' -> small hesitant feathery lines will look nervous compared to big swooping lines. Less is always more. I'll redraw arms/limbs until I can get the appearance that it was done in one brush stroke. Again it's digital so you can erase to cheat this look : )

MISC 01: I always hear 'draw from the shoulder'........meh............it's digital so draw from your wrist...it's fine honestly. If we were working at A1 in a life drawing class then we could get some shoulder action going but most of us are hunched over 16inch tablets. I think this advice aims to pull people away from feathery-nervous lineart honestly which you can improve on without relearning how to draw from your shoulder.

MISC 02: For a 'smoother' look do your lineart at a larger canvas size than you need. Once I'm happy with a sketch I usually double the canvas size and do my lineart then.

MISC 03: In PS (at least) anti-aliasing goes funny at any zoom level that isn't in the 5 times table. So try not to look at your canvas when you're zoomed in to 87% or 71.39% or something crazy. Just stick to 25%, 50%, 75% and 100% if possible.

UNFORTUNATE TRUTH: Lineart is incredibly based on raw draughtmanship I've discovered. When you're working with colour you can hide a lot in rendering (shadows, highlights) or post-processing (depth of field) but in lineart all your mistakes are just...there for people to see. There's ways round this...which I use A LOT. 'Flourishes' (I use 'flourishes' to mean over-confident lineart where it veers particuarly thick or particuarly thin in contrast to your approach in the rest of the image) can sort of trick people into thinking you're more confident about an area than you actually are.

As well as leaving 'breathing room' within your lineart instead of actually...resolving the area. I do this the most around the face and hands.

Hopefully some of this helps? Honestly there's a lot of deep dives that could be done into indivudal things and there's also the massive caveat that all of these are 'guidelines' and not strict rules. I also favour a more...concept-arty? animation-y? storyboard-y? look to my lineart which favours flourishes and breathing room for a incomplete/work-in-progress feel which would make methodical colouring (ie: for a comic or something) a pain.

Keep up pratice is the main thing and doing studies of artists who you like that have great lineart - you'll pick up draughtmanship skills along with the lineart studies. Here's some of my lineart from a year or two ago...it varies between very 'standardised' (which makes it difficult to read volumes and to be honest, it's boring) and 'TOO EXCITING' (which...also makes it difficult to read volumes and for the eye to rest).

I'd like to share my brushes at some point as I've found 3 that I really like and use for everything more or less. I discovered that a shocking low amount of people use PS on tumblr (shocking to me I guess as i'm so used to PS being the standard) and everyone seems to use Procreate or Clip Studio Pro...so I want to check that the brushes are Procreate compatible at least before I share!

#sorry if none of this makes sense. im on day TWO of a hangover...kill me now #asks #art tutorial

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shiraishi-mai · 1 year

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[7:40pm]

“Where is he?” You asked softly. Your eyes roamed across the volleyball members occupying the hallway before looking back at the boy beside you.

Osamu looked at you with a grim look and stuck his thumb behind him. “Sitting in the locker room. There shouldn’t be anybody else in there right now.”

You nodded. “Thanks ‘Samu.”

He dipped his chin in response before continuing to pack his duffle bag. There was a somber tone amongst the team as they began to slowly make their way out of the building.

You headed to the locker room, slightly dragging your feet along the way. Once you were faced with the pale grey door, you found yourself hesitating to open it and laid your hand flat on its surface. Sighing, you turned around and leaned your back against it. What were you doing here?

“Sooo what’s going on there?” Your friend had asked a few weeks ago while grinning like a Cheshire cat. You both had just watched a yellow-haired boy cheerfully wave at you through the classroom window before heading to his own class.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you opted to stare straight ahead at the board.

“Oh c’mon. You and Miya have been acting all buddy-buddy recently.”

“Yep because we’re buddies.” You began to doodle on the corner of your notebook.

Your friend snorted. “When did that happen?”

You couldn’t help but smile softly at the memory of meeting Atsumu for the first time. Your friend was right - Atsumu and you used to have an awful relationship.

You had started Inarizaki a bit later than everyone else. Your family had decided to move into the area after your father had a job transfer, and so you found yourself the awkward new student a few months after the school year had begun. Volleyball tryouts had already passed, but the coach had seen you play at your previous middle school and graciously accepted you after giving you a chance to play a practice game with the rest of the team. The girls were amazing and you found yourself right at home with them - something you were thankful for since you weren’t looking forward to making friends from scratch.

You knew the boy’s volleyball team at Inarizaki was excellent, therefore when the captain needed someone to accompany her to run an errand to the other gym, you eagerly volunteered. You hadn’t had a chance to see them in action and were dying to get a peek at their practice to see just how good they were.

An orange court identical to the one the girls practised in greeted your eyes as you both stepped in the building and your captain turned to you upon entering the gym.

“Just wait here while I go talk to their coach!”

You nodded and curiously began to watch the practice. The familiar sounds of sneakers squeaking and balls hitting the floor put you at ease and a starstruck expression crossed your face as you saw a tall, darker-skinned boy spike.

“Oi.”

Another boy with a leaner figure and slanted eyes spiked with a weird twist to his form and your eyes widened. That was unusual. Impressive.

“Oi.”

I KNOW someone is NOT trying to get my attention by saying ‘Oi’. Who is this uncouth-

You turned to see a boy with yellow hair and an unamused expression on his face.

“Yes?” you said sweetly.

“Cheerleading tryouts aren’t in this gym,” he said shortly.

The fuck?

Okay, technically you and your captain were wearing ponytail holders with ribbons in Inarizaki colours and you both hadn’t changed out of your regular PE tracksuit, so you could maybe see where he might have gotten that.

“Excuse me?”

“This is a volleyball court.” He spoke in a tone that implied that you were a bit slow.

No shit Sherlock. “I’m not looking for tryouts.”

He groaned in exasperation and put his hands on his hips. “Well if you’re looking to watch our practice, we can’t have an audience today. We’re going over some serious stuff and don’t need any distractions.” He turned and left you with your hand half raised and mouth open before you could respond.

“These pigs just think they can crash practice when they don’t even care about volleyball…”

Pigs.

Pigs??

Who the fuck does he think he is?? This little-

Okay, you know what, breathe y/n. Don’t do anything rash. Remember what your therapist said.

You felt a faint tap on your foot and looked down to see a stray volleyball had rolled over to you.

I really shouldn’t. You thought, picking up the ball and ran a finger along the curves and dips.

This is a bad idea. You tossed the ball in the air.

Well, when life gives you lemons. You hopped and felt a satisfying smack as you hit the ball towards the back wall.

Now, the intention was to hit the area beside the offensive boy and give him a little scare, however you forgot that your hits tended to curve a bit (a problem you were trying to fix).

So you watched, horrified, as the ball flew straight towards the boy.

It was almost like the trajectory itself was in slow motion but sped up as it impacted and there was a dull thud sound as it hit his back.

“OW!”

He turned around, eyes flashing and mouth curled angrily.

“Oh god I’m so sorry.”

Is what you meant to say. But you had your pride and also had kind of already committed to going down this path.

“L/n y/n,” you said, matching his glare. “[insert favourite vball position here]. Nice to meet you.”

The noises from the gym all halted and the air was still as the other members of the team stared at the scene.

The boy with the slanted yellow eyes and middle parted hair snorted which prompted the boy beside him to begin laughing as well. You were stunned to see the same face except framed with grey hair.

There’s another one??

There was a sudden ‘eep’ noise and you felt someone rush over beside you. “Oh my goodness I’m so sorry.”

Your captain grabbed the back of your head and wrenched your head down into a bow. “We’re so sorry. RIGHT?”

You yelped when you paused and she sharply tugged on one ear.

“Yes, my apologies.” You muttered.

The girl dragged you out of the gym berating you but sighed and ran a hand down her face as you recounted what had happened.

“Honestly I guess I can’t blame you too much. That was Miya Atsumu.”

“Oooh he’s one of the Miya twins.” They were first-years like you but already quite famous around the school.

She nodded. “Osamu is fairly nice but Atsumu is known for being…difficult.”

You snorted. “Seems like it.”

“He’s a damn good setter though,” she continued.

“Still,” you frowned. “This sport is about teamwork. You can’t be too difficult or else the team can’t function.”

“Agreed,” she said before narrowing her eyes and looking at you from the side. “Though I’ll make you eat your words if that temper of yours makes an appearance on our team.”

You shuddered before walking quickly ahead of her back to the girls’ gym.

—-------------------------------------------------------

After that, your interactions with Atsumu Miya didn’t get much better.

It didn’t help that he was in the class next door to yours. Everytime you met in the halls (which happened a good amount of times during the week) snide remarks were exchanged.

“Oh look, it's the school’s kpop star,” you said drily when you exited the classroom for lunch and found yourself, yet again, in front of him. “Raaah raah.”

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Don’t you expect to hear crowd noises everywhere you go? You’re always strutting around like you’re the shit and eating up the attention people give you. Well until they start messing with your serves,” you smirked. “It’s too bad you aren’t good enough to not be so easily distracted.”

He looked at his twin beside him. “I told you, squealing pigs.”

“At least I don’t go around grunting like a giant ape.”

The lanky boy whose name you learned was Suna tried to hide a snicker behind his hand.

“Well I almost didn't give someone a CONCUSSION.”

“Oh please,” you turned away from him and waved your hand in a shooing motion. “Your head is too thick to get a concussion.”

“Tch more like your spike is too weak for it.”

“What did you say??” You whipped back around only for a teammate of yours to magically materialise and drag you away by the collar. News of your ostensible assault to Atsumu had spread amongst both teams and your incredible dislike for him was well-known by now.

“I fucking dare you to show up to practice Miya and see for yourself it that’s true!”

“Hai hai that’s enough,” your teammate said tiredly and you crossed your arms, fuming, as you saw him sniggering before turning the corner.

The students in your hallway quickly became accustomed to your face-offs, opting to give you two a wide berth whenever they occurred. Suna often stopped by to film and told you he was going to make a compilation of the best 10 fights at the end of the year.

“He’s not that bad you know,” Osamu said, sipping on his drink. Your eyes rolled up to him from where you were lying down on the bench beside him.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“He’s…passionate. With a one-track mind. I think it’s good you’re so direct to him. It’s the only way that really gets through to his stupid brain anyway.”

You laughed. “How are you guys so different?” Osamu was in your class and at first you had been wary of him - he did share Atsumu’s genes after all - but were relieved to find out he was actually super chill.

“I didn’t wanna end up like him.” He said simply and you chuckled again before frowning.

“It’s a shame…he plays beautifully though,” you said under your breath.

You didn’t notice Osamu side-eye you quickly with an eyebrow raised.

Inarizaki had one of their games recently and you were honestly a bit curious to see how the evil Miya played and also so you could see if he made any mistake for your own satisfaction. However, you had to admit that Atsumu was talented. He was reckless and got ahead of himself but his sets were perfect. Most of the time at least. They were the type that you knew spikers were itching to hit and you wondered what it’d be like to play with someone like him.

Definitely a shame.

—-------------------------------------------------

Of all things, the school’s annual fall event was the reason your relationship with Atsumu improved.

Your friend’s class was putting on a production and she asked you to help paint some of the set pieces as a few people had canceled on her last minute.

“y/nnnnn pleasseee” your friend whined.

“I spend 90% of my life at school and the one free Saturday I have YOU WANT ME TO BE AT SCHOOL?” She grinned, enthusiastically nodding.

“You got some nerve-”

“It’s not my fault my classmates are lazy…I always get stuck doing busy work” she interrupted, shooting you her best puppy eyes. You bit your tongue as you wanted to retort that it was her fault for being the class’s student rep.

You sighed. “Okay fine.”

She squealed and clapped her hands. “Perfect, meet me at 1pm.”

A pit had formed in your stomach that you couldn’t explain as you opened the door to the auditorium. When your friend spotted you, she brightened and grabbed you by the arm, dragging you behind the stage. Large set pieces that outlined what you think was a castle and some trees were set-up but you barely noticed as your eyes found an offensive figure.

Miya Atsumu turned his head to the side, flashing you his signature smile and opened his mouth.

“Nope,” you said and turned on your heel and headed back towards the front. Your friend quickly ran and stood in front of you.

“What is Miya doing here??”

“Apparently he and Osamu crashed into the principal while they were racing to the cafeteria and knocked him down so he’s forcing him to help out as punishment.

“Why is he the only one in there? Where’s Osamu??”

“Technically Atsumu is the one who knocked the teacher over. Osamu managed to skirt away in time so he wasn’t seen.”

You groaned. “I can’t do this. Honestly, we might end up ruining your scenery fighting or something.”

She glared at you. “You wouldn’t dare.”

You winced as she stared at you for a moment with a pensive expression on her face.

“What?”

“Maybe you should hang out with him. Both of you play volleyball…just talk about that.”

“I don’t want to talk to him period.”

She snorted and said, “Just be open-minded. And don’t kill each other. Or destroy my set pieces.” She quickly added at the end.

“No promises.”

You walked back and went straight to the paint rollers, blatantly ignoring the heavy gaze trained on you. Picking it up, you went to the end of the half-painted castle furthest away from him and began to roll.

Atsumu raised an eyebrow. “That side is done.”

You didn’t say anything and scooted a little to where it was unpainted.

“I don’t bite.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if you did.”

“Shouldn’t I be more afraid of you?”

You glared at him and instead began to talk to one of the other people painting beside you. There were only three others and they had been fairly quiet at the hostile energy radiating between you two.

However, Atsumu remained eerily quiet as he worked on his set piece and as you focused on yours, you found that time passed fairly quickly. You were finishing up and went to get another paint bucket when you blanched upon seeing Atsumu’s work.

“Oh my god please don’t tell me this is all you’ve accomplished.”

“This is harder than it looks!” He said defensively and you bit back a laugh. When he had whipped around to retort, he revealed that he had paint smudged on one of his cheeks as well as a bit of splatter on his shirt.

“It’s straight lines Miya. I know you act like an ape but I didn’t expect you to have a monkey brain too.”

He opened his mouth with an indignant face but stopped when you stood beside him.

“The lines go this way - see then it looks like bricks.” You brushed lightly on the cardboard.

Atsumu looked at you, eyes wandering around your facial features. He’d never seen you up this close before and without a scrunched up expression on it. Your elbows were almost touching and he frowned.

“She’s pretty ya know.” Osamu grinned as if he knew a secret. It pissed Atsumu to see that expression on his face.

“So what? She’s mean and bitchy.”

“Oh c’mon. It’s partly your fault she acts that way too. She can be sweet sometimes.”

“L/n. Sweet. Right.”

“What, you don’t want my help?” You felt your hackles raise at his frown.

He shook his head. Your eyes were lit with a bright fire - not necessarily one that was hostile but rather with a lively quality in them - and the stage lights cast shadows across the planes of your face in a way that made you look both glowing and vibrant.

Pretty.

His eyes widened slightly and he shook his head a bit to get out of his daze. He must be crazy. The fumes from the paint had probably made him a bit high and out of his mind. Right?

—---------------------------------------------------

After that, your relationship with Atsumu seemed to improve. Your face-offs slowly became more light-hearted and you both began to chat about volleyball, schoolwork, how Osamu and Suna bully him and on and on. He was surprisingly funny and by that, he was easy to tease and rile up. The two of you still fought but it was more so bickering over whether horror movies were better than action movies rather than actual malice.

He’d come to watch a few of your practices and even began going to games if he’d finish his first. You’d find him, arms leaning against the railings of the second-floor seats and a shit-eating grin gracing his lips. You groaned internally when you saw the flash of blonde in the corner of your eye but refused to take your eyes off the service.

There was a yell from the stands. “In!”

You froze momentarily watching the ball hit just outside the line.

“Out!” The referee called.

“ATSUMU MIYA.”

You whipped your head to the offensive boy and mouthed an aggressive “GET OUT.”

All you got in response were mini finger hearts.

Mentally facepalming, you turned your attention back to the game and grumbled about him being lucky that this was just a practice match. You’d definitely get back at him on the walk home later.

Yes, indeed, Atsumu had begun to walk you home. He’d wave Osamu off and claim that he needed to walk off his post-practice high and it was getting darker quickly now anyway and he couldn’t make fun of you if you died on the way home. Most of the time, you guys continued the bickering from the day and joked about stupid things, and sometimes, when practice ran late deep into the night, the two of you would just walk side-by-side in comfortable silence.

And honestly, being friends with Atsumu Miya was nice.

—--------------------------------------------------

Unfortunately, your heart betrayed you and you could pinpoint the moment it did.

You were watching the boys play a match and Osamu had gone in for a spike only to change it into a set straight to Aran. Atsumu looked stunned momentarily before he let out a boisterous laugh. The sound was just like a child’s - a refreshing sound full of joy and pure amusement - and you could practically feel his adrenaline amp up another notch.

Aran scored the point (ofc) and the team gave each other excited high fives before the buzzer rang, signalling the other team calling a time out. You watched him chatter away upon reaching the sidelines and Aran gave him a slap on the back in annoyance while Suna shook his head. You chuckled at their antics but your smile slowly faded as your eyes found the blonde setter again.

The slight chill from the stadium’s A/C,

the feel of your hand gripping the end of a yellow cone,

the excited chatter of your classmates beside you,

the itch at the end of your fingertips to hold that blue and yellow sphere.

You felt your heart beat painfully when you heard Atsumu’s laugh again.

If you learned anything about Atsumu, it was that he was passionate and wore emotions on his sleeve. Life was simple for him - he said what he was thinking and unashamedly acted the way he felt. When he was elated, his joy was infectious and his face would shine excitedly about some new cool thing he pulled off. He was blunt, but honest and you felt a sense of trust in him because of it.

And he had his kind moments.

Once, he found you sitting on the lowest bleacher in an empty gym after a match when your team had lost a crucial game to qualify for the quarterfinals.

Your eyes blankly stared at the ground as you absentmindedly spun a volleyball in your hands.

“You guys put up a good fight.”

You snorted in response. “I could’ve done more.”

“The team worked hard - you worked hard all year. Just get better and kick ass in the fall.”

“Yeah I tried my best and all it got me was there. I made so many mistakes.” You shook your head. “I should have hustled after more balls…I missed the timing on a few blocks…geez,” you inhaled sharply and leaned back on your hands. “I feel so incompetent. What have I been doing this entire time?”

“Hey I didn’t stay after all those sessions just for you to complain they didn’t help.”

You wrinkled your forehead. “Sorry, that’s fair.” Looking up, you gazed into his warm brown eyes, you smiled softly. “Thank you for helping me.”

He stared at you hard for a moment before turning his head away. “This just means I’m forcing you to train harder next year.”

You groaned. “For fucks sake.”

“But really,” he continued. “You aren’t incompetent. You’re like - you’re good.” He said a bit lamely before hesitantly continuing. “You’re good at volleyball, get good grades and get along with people easily. You’re better than most of these scrubs by far.”

“And I’m pretty.” You swept your hair over your shoulder jokingly.

There was a pause. “And you’re pretty.”

“Not to gas you up or anything,” he quickly added.

You giggled, ignoring the sudden increased palpitation in your chest before responding, “Aw since when is Atsumu Miya a sweetie.”

“Shut up, I take it back.” He stood up and plucked the ball from your hands. “C’mon you need to practice serving.”

You narrowed your eyes. “My shoulder hurts.”

“Yeah and your serves sucked so let’s go.”

You were pulled back into the game when the crowd surrounding you stood up, roaring in delight after Suna whipped a point in. Atsumu punched the air, roaring with them and you felt your chest squeeze painfully.

Oh god.

—--------------------------------------------------

Just as you came to terms with how you felt, things soured with the blonde Miya.

Atsumu was passionate and wore his heart on his sleeve. This meant that when he was upset, he was upset. Essentially he turned into a stubborn child.

You were hesitating to open the door because you hadn’t talked to Atsumu in weeks. You were just as stubborn as him and maintained it wasn’t your fault. Both your heads would turn the other way and there was no more bickering - just an icy silence.

And it all started with a stupid bet.

Atsumu had been teasing you for weeks about how someone seemed to daydream more during class recently and it seemed to result in him somehow getting a higher grade than you on a quiz. In response, you shot back that you’d beat him at midterms.

“Okay bet,” he said easily.

“And if I win,” he crossed his arms and tilted his head with a smirk. “You have to wear the Inarizaki cheerleader uniform AND yell ‘GO ATSUMU’ during our game.”

You looked at him unamused. “I thought you didn’t like people distracting you.”

“During my serves. Do NOT do it during my serve,” his face darkened.

“Okay okay moody. But if I win,” an evil look crossed your face. “You have to do the same thing.”

Suna’s eyes widened. “I would literally pay money to see that.”

Atsumu’s eyebrows raised. “You want me to yell ‘GO ATSUMU’?”

You blinked at him in response. “This will be so easy.”

“The pom poms would look so small,” mumbled Suna quietly as Atsumu yelped indignantly.

Your eyelids pressed shut.

I’m so done with the boy’s volleyball team at this school.”

However, what you didn’t know was that Atsumu, though lacking in other areas, was fairly good at math when he tried. This, and the lack of sleep you claimed to have, resulted in him scoring a lousy 2 points above you.

Hence you stood in a uniform, pom–poms in hand and a bow in your hair at the game that would qualify Inarizaki for the fall tournament.

“Suna, please tell me you got this on camera.”

The tall boy waved his phone up. “Oh yeah, with many different angles of her scrunched up angry face. You know-,” He leaned down, hands placed in his pockets, to your eye level. “You’d be prettier if you smiled.”

Your eyes narrowed into slits. “Suna Rintaro you did not just say that. It’s so offensive and plays into traditional gender roles and on behalf of all girls I should-”

“Ap-buh-uh,” his slanted eyes turned upward into crescent moons as he straightened with an easy smile. “Just a joke, princess. You genuinely look good.”

You huffed in annoyance. “I look good in anything.”

You waited for a comment from the annoying setter beside Suna but just found him blinking at you.

“What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the moment,” he said with an oh so innocent smile.

“Creep.”

“Hey I’m not the one who stinks at math.” He threw his hands up in defence.

“TWO POINTS MIYA,” you moved to smack the back of his head and he dodged easily before speed walking down the hall.

“Oh what’s that I think we have to go warm-up,” he exclaimed loudly before smirking. “Don’t forget to cheer me on.”

“UGH.” You sighed in defeat.

“So when are you confessing your undying love for him?”

You squawked at Suna in protest. “I do not - I- it’s Atsumu - he -”

“I got it, breathe y/n,” he ruffled your hair and gave you a peace sign in farewell before walking off after Atsumu.

“Cheer for your guy loudly Ms. Cheerleader.”

You huffed and you felt a hand slip into yours. Your head spun before you relaxed, recognising one of the regular cheerleaders behind you. She had been kind enough to lend you her spare uniform and teach you some of the cheers.

“Y/n we have to get to our seats!”

“Yay,” you said. Your voice fell flat despite trying to sound enthusiastic.

She laughed and began to tug you into the gym. “Aw c’mon, you look gorgeous. Your boyfriend must be pumped to have you cheer for him!”

“He isn’t my boyfriend.”

“Hmm sure,” she said and made a knowing face at you.

“He isn’t!”

“Oh look, they're warming up. Let’s go to our seats before they start.”

And so you let yourself chant along with the girls beside you, throwing up your pom poms a little late but trying your best nonetheless. Atsumu was on fire as usual, syncing perfectly with Suna and Aran. Osamu made a few service errors, but you knew that he had been a bit ill the past few days. Some of your friends from the volleyball team even joined you and all of you screamed your support from the stands.

Finally the match came to an end and naturally Inarizaki won. You were so proud of the team and as they went around to high-five the other team your friend turned to you.

“y/n, we’re going to the mall to hang out after. Wanna join us?”

You nodded absent-mindedly, your gaze fixed upon the team below. “I think I can join you later. I want to say hi to the boys before I go.”

She giggled. “Of course, gotta see Atsumu before you go.”

“Hey! I want to see Osamu and Suna too!”

She simply laughed. “You’re practically bouncing in your seat. Hurry up and go say bye, we can wait for you outside.”

You nodded in response and took off towards the locker room. Normally, the guys would have a brief talk before changing and Atsumu would be standing outside, a smile on his face and with a slight wave of his hand. You’d thought about changing first to spare yourself from his teasing but honestly, you secretly thought you looked kinda cute in the uniform and wanted him to see you in it again.

A sudden hand clamped around your wrist before you could make it down the corridor and you turned your head in confusion, locking eyes with a stranger. You recognised him as one of the players on the opposing team.

“What the hell are you doing?” You nearly squawked.

“I couldn’t help but notice you in the stands today and was wondering why our side didn’t have any supporters as gorgeous as you,” he said with a wink.

“Thanks for the compliment but please don’t touch me.”

“I saw you with the team before the game too. You’re a popular girl~”

“So what?” Trying to calm your rising panic and you attempted to rip your arm away from him but his grip was too strong.

“What’s wrong? You seem to be already whoring yourself out to them so what’s the problem with one more.”

“Fuck you,” you spit and thrashed against him. You reached your other hand up to slap his face but found yourself pinned against the lockers.

Your eyes widened as he leaned his face toward you with a fake smile plastered on your face. The feeling of being so helpless made your blood run cold and you froze, unable to understand what was actually going on. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself to headbutt him when you heard a loud crack. Your eyes snapped open and you saw the boy holding his cheek and a fuming Atsumu was standing in front of him. You felt a pair of gentle arms slowly pull you away from the two and you looked up to see Suna had wrapped his arms lightly around you, his gaze flatly looking at the other boy.

“Are you okay?” he murmured.

You nodded faintly but you were focused on Atsumu’s face. His face - you had never seen any expression even close to that. Fury was radiating from him as he roughly shoved the boy against the locker and raised his arm again.

You wrenched yourself free from Suna’s grip and ran to stand by Atsumu.

“That’s enough Atsumu!” You gripped the arm that he had balled into a fist. “I’m okay.”

“Miya look at me!” you said when he didn’t reply. “Please!”

He finally dragged his eyes away from the boy and you shivered as he focused his glare on you.

“It’s fine,” you repeated softly and he thankfully put his arm down.

“He isn’t worth you getting kicked off the team,” you continued firmly and Atsumu finally let go of the boy whose face had gone white as Osamu showed up. The trio stood angrily in front of him and you realised in that moment they were quite intimidatingly big.

“Don’t show your face in front of us again or I’ll beat the shit out of you,” Atsumu spit.

“C’mon Atsumu,” Osamu pushed his twin away and roughly pushed him in the direction opposite of the player.

“Don’t touch me,” he said growling.

“Atsumu,” you began cautiously as you trailed after him outside the exit doors. “Atsumu is your hand okay?”

“Just what the fuck were you doing?”

“Excuse me?”

“Why were you just standing there? Why the hell were you not fighting back?”

“I was fighting back!” you said, eyes flashing in anger. “I just froze up for a second! Heaven forbid I was fucking scared.”

He shook his head as if your words were bouncing off of him. “How stupid are you? You’re always doing this - not taking care of yourself and acting all airheaded and zoning out. It’s a goddamn chore to watch out for you!”

“Nobody asked you to watch out for me,” your voice increased to match his.

“Maybe if you stopped daydreaming like an idiot you’d start playing like an actual decent player instead of just sleeping on the court. Hell maybe your team would be able to stop being shit enough to fucking qualify for nationals for once.”

“Dude that’s enough,” Osamu looked at him incredulously.

You took a step back. Atsumu knew better than anyone else how hard on yourself you are, especially about volleyball. You had been overstressed recently as your grades were suffering because you kept staying so late to keep practising and you felt like you were drowning trying to balance everything.

Your arms came up to wrap themselves around you protectively.

The anger drained out of his face almost comically fast. “Y/n,” he said, a hint of fear on his face.

You started to back away and shrugged nonchalantly.

“No no, you know what you’re right,” you hated how your voice came out shakily. “It’s my fault that someone harassed ME, it’s MY fault our team keeps losing, and it’s MY damn fault that I’m not strong enough to have it together all the time.”

“Y/n that’s not what I mea-.”

“No, that's exactly what you were saying,” you said, cutting him off. “Fuck you Atsumu.” Tears pricked at your eyes and you blinked them away, refusing to let him see you cry.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?”

The group of you all shifted to see your friends cautiously looking at you. “We heard yelling and you never came out so we were worried.”

“Yep,” you said, attempting to sound cheerful. “Everything’s good. Let’s go, I’m finished here.”

“y/n,” Atsumu said with a hint of desperation in his voice.

“I’ll see you guys around.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at any of the boys and simply sped off towards your friends.

“That was a low blow,” Osamu shook his head.

Atsumu stared after your retreating figure before groaning and banged his fist against the locker. “I’m so fucked.”

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And that’s the last time you really talked to Atsumu. He made multiple attempts to talk to you in school but always found you surrounded by your friends. They looked at him reproachfully and you were grateful to have such great people supporting you. He tried to confront you a couple of times before and after practice but your captain always made sure to kick him out of the gym and after you would practically sprint home before the boys’ had finished their practice.

“He’s pretty hostile nowadays,” Osamu sighed from beside you. He’d found you hiding on the rooftop during lunch one day.

“What a surprise.”

“He’s beating himself up for it for sure though.”

“Miya, are you defending your brother for once,” you tried to joke.

“I dunno,” he leaned against his arms behind him. “You know how he gets. He’s an ass for sure but he was so worried that day. I’m not sure I blame him entirely though. It’d be infuriating to see anyone in that position. Let alone the girl he -” he paused. “Let alone our friend.”

There was a silence long enough you felt Osamu glancing at you repeatedly.

You really weren’t upset with Atsumu. At first, you were admittedly a bit scared of him - you’d never seen that side of him before. BUt you realised that it was probable that the anger was never directed at you. He defended you without a second thought and likely risked a suspension. Atsumu had supported you these past few months and had been a good, albeit kind of annoying, friend. He had his moments - enough so that you had fallen for him. Was it fair that you cut him out of your life?

“I miss him.” you admitted and tucked your knees against your chest. “I don’t really know how to talk to him though. I just keep hearing his words and I’m scared, like what if he loses his temper and says something hurtful again.”

Osamu nodded. “I can’t promise ‘Tsumu won’t get mad again or say something hurtful and you definitely shouldn’t have to deal with it or make excuses for him. But he cares for you a lot and he doesn’t know how to be concerned since he’s emotionally stupid.”

“Also,” he finally added. “Ma beat him with a spoon when she found out what happened so the likelihood of him doing it again seems very low.”

You giggled. “Aw Mama Miya putting the fear of god in her boys.”

“Mama Miya is very scary.” Osamu made a face. “She’s probably the only person Atsumu will listen to.”

Your giggles rang out across the rooftop and Osamu huffed in amusement. As the sounds faded, your eyebrows drew together. You just needed time. You’d get over his words - they were empty after all - but until you could just see him for the boy you liked again, it’d be better to take a break from seeing him.

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A few months passed and Atsumu largely left you alone after a while. You could still feel his eyes on you if he passed by your classroom and you gave quick nods in his direction when you waved at Osamu and Suna.

And then suddenly, here you found yourself after a game, knowing that he was probably in a shitty mood and asking yourself if you were willing to have him lash out at you again. The men’s volleyball team had gone to nationals and lost at the quarterfinals. You had given him a quick good luck after you stopped by to check on Osamu and Suna before the game but had screamed your lungs out cheering him on during the matches. You were shocked and your heart dropped when they lost after fighting so hard to break the tie.

You knew he was taking it hard and would be blaming himself for everything.

How is he? You’d texted Osamu.

Not good. We’re leaving him alone.

Yikes is he being hard on you guys?

Nah tbh he’s p down and not saying much.

The corners of your lips turned downward as you stared at the text. Before you knew it, your feet had led you to the team where they had directed you here.

You took a deep breath and opened the door praying Atsumu was still in there. He was your friend, the guy you had fallen for, and a source of comfort for you when you were having a tough time. It didn’t even matter if he had harsh words - you wanted to be there for him.

The tall blonde was sitting on the bench, his arms bracing his back, and a towel covering his face.

“‘Tsumu.”

No response.

“‘Tsumu.” You called again, standing in front of him.

“Not a good time, princess.”

You reached a shaky hand out to place on his shoulder.

You heard him inhale and a warm hand lifted to cover yours. The other came up to place itself on your hip and his head lolled forward onto your stomach. Your unoccupied hand gently began to rub small circles on his back.

It oddly felt relaxing in that position and you didn’t feel anxious. It reminded you of those quiet walks home where there was a muted comfort between the two of you.

“I’m not going to tell you ‘it's just one of those days’ and anybody gets them. While it’s true, you aren’t ‘anybody’. The standard for you is high - you set it yourself after all. But you always pull through.” You gave a little laugh. “You’re a great guy. That’s why all the people in your life stick with you no matter how callous and insensitive you can get.” You rolled back the towel so you could see his face.

“You too?” His eyes peered intensely into yours.

“Yep. Me too.”

“M’sorry,” he said in a low voice. “Please don’t be mad anymore.”

“I’m not,” you said, your face softening but then frowned. “But I’m not sure if I forgive you yet.”

“I’ll take whatever I can get.” He half-heartedly gave you a crooked smile.

“Dummy,” you shook your head, “I missed you.”

He laughed, getting up and pulling you into a hug. The two of you stood, smiling idiotically at each other.

“Is this a bad time to mention that Suna says you have a crush on me.”

“What???”

You tried to untangle yourself from him but he merely squeezed you tightly in response.

“Take all the time you need. Just let me know when it’s okay to ask you out properly, alright?”

You groaned and buried your face into his chest.

“Okay? Hello y/n are you there? y/n?”

“Fine, shut up, I'll let you know.”

Fin.

#for the record #i love cheerleading #not roasting them #im just a volleyball player #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #atsumu angst #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya #hq atsumu #osamu miya #inarizaki #suna rintaro #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fic

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marezablr · 5 months

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i think the thing that's funny about gohan is that if you take canon at face value, you have to accept he doesn't "have trauma." canon is fundamentally more interested in big intense emotions and drama than the smaller moments (although it still has those, and they can be really touching). this is not a deficit! dragon ball is a series where someone you love dies, and you scream so big you get superpowers. it's great.

so taking canon for what it is, gohan has experienced traumatic events, but he doesn't have any trauma from them. it has had no effect on him.

but if you want to understand him as having trauma, then the obvious reading is that gohan takes on the "just a guy" genre of having a trauma. the kind where you cannot get him to admit that he even experienced trauma, let alone that it did anything to him.

being dumped in the woods for six months should have affected him developmentally? sure, it was scary and weird at first, but then it was kind of fun, really!

watching people die at age five should have affected him? no, it's okay, most of them came back. it's sad about the ones who didn't, but it's important to mourn your losses and go forward in honor of their memories!

the world being put on his shoulders when he was eleven might have messed him up? that was hard, but it did have to be him. and he messed up, but his dad told him not to feel bad. his dad wouldn't want him to dwell!

everyone who put him in dangerous situations loved him, and they're his heroes, and gohan really was uniquely powerful, and the world was really at stake, so he did uniquely have to be involved. no one did anything wrong. besides, it was kind of hard, but nothing is wrong with him. he's just a guy.

he's aggressive about protecting his normal life and had a hard time even knowing what "normal" looked like, but he's just a guy. he didn't want pan to see people being killed, but there were no consequences when that happened for him. he's just a guy. his rage is something he avoids like it scares him, but his emotional regulation is great, really!

none of it had a negative effect on him. it was hard sometimes, but he learned a lot of things, and he's fine now. he's just a guy.

you will never get any of the big, obvious signs of trauma out of gohan (again: canon is pretty content that he's happy and well-adjusted!), but you can find trauma responses if you want by leaning into that. that's the kind of trauma response where people don't admit it to themselves, where they constantly minimize and excuse what happened (they love me, they never wanted to hurt me, therefore i can't have been hurt). the kind of trauma response that only comes out in weird leakages, in little comments and odd irrational behaviors—and then, occasionally, all at once in blinding moments of uncharacteristic emotional outbursts.

but that's not a big deal. it's just how his power boosts work, he guesses? it's a saiyan thing, probably!

don't worry about it. it's all okay. none of it was that bad.

he's just a guy!

#i do believe with all my heart that canon doesn't think he has trauma. it has no interest in that. son gohan is happy and well-adjusted #but i also believe that if you refuse to change any characterization while also reading him as having trauma it's SUCH a type of guy #a guy i've met #dragon ball

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Going to the Dance with Xavier Thorpe

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, first kiss, confession, dancing, sneaking out

A/N: Xavier is the most handsome guy in the show, I already said this but when he wears his hair in that little bun he looks really cool and cute.

He is very cheesy when it comes to asking you to the dance

He doesn't want to make a big scene, he already has some eyes on him because of his break up

Therefore he makes one of his bird drawings come to life later in the day and deliver the invitation to you in your room

The other day he's waiting for you next to his art shed to hear your answer, away from prying eyes

Wants to show you off a little during the dance

Because of that the two of you are the first to go to the dancefloor

Prefers slower dances

When it starts to get a little too crowded he asks you to get some fresh air

He's acting a little weird, well more than usual, really shy and avoiding looking at you while scribbling on a napkin that he picked up

The finished drawing is a sketch of the two of you eating dinner and holding hands

He smiles at you, bright and still a tiny bit bashful, and asks of you'd like to go out with him over the weekend

He probably should have asked you before asking you to the dance, he's doing this a little backwards but he'll make it up to you if you go out with him

Your answer comes in a hushed yes against his lips as you plant a kiss to the corner of his mouth

You're doing this a little backwards too and you too will make it up to him on the date

He leaves with a little lovesick smile on his face, looking forward to the date

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier x reader #xavier fluff #xavier thrope fluff #xavier thrope imagine #xavier thrope headcanons #wednesday #x reader #x female reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #wednesday 2022

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elysiumarchieve · 1 year

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OKAY BUT SAVING SCARAMOUCHE AFTER THE BATTLE WITH NAHIDA & THE TRAVELLER???

combining these three because this just gave me a lot of ideas, hope you don't mind!

saving scaramouche after the battle

warning: 3.2 archon quest spoiler, is this considered canon divergence??, angst, he got his vision here but this is definitely not how he got it in canon, he's crying a lot, mentions of murder?? (he wants to kill the traveler), usage of his real name multiple times, mentions of his past, no proofread

✧ actually, you didn't know whether or not you should've been surprised that he lost or not

✧ scaramouche was never known for being 'humble' in any way, so after boasting about his newfound powers combined with the doctor's work? yeah, you were kind of sure something was going to happen to him sooner or later (however warning him would've only resulted in him getting angry at you for doubting him, so therefore you decided not to do so)

✧ you had been there, watching from the sidelines and never interfering with any of them. if you would've stepped down there, you probably would've been crushed by accident with his giant mecha, but you were sure that the small dendro archon had noticed you from the beginning (besides, you surely wouldn't be jumping down there)

✧ and in the end, he lost, and you didn't feel surprised at all

✧ it was only when the dendro archon began to take the gnosis from him that you became alert, seeing how desperate scaramouche became to keep it - screaming, shouting, even threatening her to stop

✧ it genuinely,, hurt watching him despair like this, considering you knew what your lover had been through to get the gnosis, but you knew that it was futile. your intervention could've never changed anything and in the end, things would turn out just like this again

✧ only when she had clasped the electro gnosis in her hand and he finally fell forward, your body moved on its own and caught him just before his fall

✧ while the traveler including the dendro archon had immediately become defensive, you didn't even bother looking at them and left this place with whatever strength you could muster while carrying him (but it was also nahida who decided to let you go - she couldn't even sense any hostility from you)

✧ while it took scaramouche some time to wake up, you were there and held his hand, silently begging the archons above that he wouldn't be too upset over losing his 'heart' again. he looked a little roughed up and you managed to get the weird tubes that had been attached to his back out of there and tried fixing him up to the best of your abilities, but you knew that he ache in his heart couldn't be helped as simple as that

✧ it was far more shocking however how he just up into the sky, not even looking at you. not a single snarky remark, not a single annoyed huff, not even his fist clenched at the thought of his loss

✧ he looked,, desolated. deep in thought with his eyes devoid of any signs of life. it really looked like he had internally given up on anything

✧ he didn't even bother to react when you said his name, his real name, and clasped his hands, expressing how thankful you were for him to have waken up. kunikuzushi only turned his head to you before looking away once more and it tore your heart out at how empty he looked

✧ any attempt to speak to him was useless - neither did he respond once to any of your questions nor did he react to anything you said. you wondered if taking the gnosis caused even more damage than you first wanted to believe

✧ you didn't fall asleep that night. you were scared something might happen to him or worse, he might leave and do something really bad - worst case scenario being that he might go back to sumeru city and try to get his revenge through other ways

✧ at some time, scaramouche would just sit up in the middle of the night, but again staring off into nothing with a faraway look in his eyes. it almost scared you how calm he was in face of what happened, but you knew that tthere was something stirring up inside of him that he didn't dare to get out for as long as you were there

✧ when you eventually fell asleep due to your own fatigue catching up with you, kunikuzushi just stared at his hands

✧ he was pathetic. he was beaten by a god who had been abandoned years ago and that traveler (and his damn dull blade) and even got the gnosis taken away from him, again

✧ was that why his mother cast him aside? was he still to weak to do anything to prove his worth to anyone?

✧ after doing everything to become worthy of that chess piece he still managed to lose everything, regardless of what he did. maybe, he thought, he was chosen to burn inside. he was a divine creation and the gods decided to use him as their laughing stock, and their cruel divine prank started from the moment he had waken up inside shakkei pavilion and began wandering the world

✧ his nails were digging into his palm enough to draw blood, but it didn't matter. that pain was not comparable to the empty void in his chest, the pulsating ache that he had felt for more than centuries and was only stilled once he clutched the gnosis in his hands after all these years

✧ he'd kill them, he swore to himself. he'd go back and take back what's his and make these arrogant people suffer the way he has for years. then he'd continue with each and every person who would dare to stand against him once more

✧ it doesn't take long and kunikuzushi starts crying, though he doesn't even notice himself. his tears are silent and his body trembles with sheer anger

✧ that is until he suddenly feels like your hands on his face, gently cupping it and wiping a few tears away with your thumb. your gaze at him just screams how much you pity him but in that moment, it was too much - the last time someone pitied him for crying, he was put to sleep in shakkei pavilion and abandoned

✧ his first instinct is to violently flinch away from your touch. he doesn't need pity, he doesn't need anything, why was he even crying?

✧ this was exactly why she has abandoned him he thought. that's why you would abandon him soon, too. that's why everyone abandoned him or betrayed him in the end, just because they could

✧ when you try to touch his shoulders, he'd probably yell at you to get lost and you aren't sure whether or not he actually means it. guessing from his tone, he did want you gone, far away from him so you won't withness the balladeer crying and being unable to stop

✧ the only reason why he's trying so horribly to push you away in that moment is not the fact that you can see him crying (although that's also a reason), but rather the fact that he believes that the moment you comfort him, that you might leave him soon after and he'll never feel your comforting touch nor your loving words ever again

✧ it hurts to just sit next to him while he sobs and constantly tells you to get lost - but you remain resilient because you know that it would only bring about more harm if you actually left him behind like this. the fact that he can't even stop his tears from falling while trying so desperately to wipe them away and cover his face almost made you cry as well

✧ it takes patience to finally reach out for him, pulling him into your arms. it's hard keeping him close because he'd be trashing around, hitting your shoulders and threatening you to let go off him with the sharpest of words, but you'd refuse any of it, trying your best to whisper reassuring words to him

✧ before long, he'll clutch onto your shoulders and hides his face into the nape of your neck, sobbing into your shoulder and begging you not to leave him behind - that was the first and final time you had ever seen him, kunikuzushi, cry

✧ perhaps when his sobs died down little by little, you might notice that he's actually asleep in your arms but still holding onto you for dear life

✧ it's only when the first sunrays fall onto him in the morning and he rises from his sleep, he finds you right next to him, holding onto his hand in your sleep - but that wasn't the most shocking thing to him that caused him to visibly still his movements at once he glanced down at the unknown weight in his hand

✧ it happened to be that small glowing gemstone right in his hand that had been holding yours in his sleep, a vision that had appeared right after losing everything that he believed

✧ his journey had not ended the day he lost the gnosis a second time, as a new path opened up before his very eyes when he woke you with a slight (unwanted) tremor in his voice, holding the vision in his hand with a look you couldn't quite put down as tired as you were (was he happy? surprised? you had genuinely no idea)

✧ he refuses to show it, but he's proud, holding it in both of his hands and almost gawking at it the longer he looke down on it - he was still upset about the gnosis, sure, but you could see something else behind his eyes too

✧ you hadn't left him behind and the gods had not abandoned him; your existence and the vision in his hand were proof enough that he was still worthy of something

✧ he's happy. genuinely happy (and so are you when you see his bashful expression when you mention that he's been staring at it for almost an hour now)

tags: @simp4mahbabyxiao

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin #kunikuzushi #headcanons #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #i want to read his voice line about the vision #and i want to see him get his vision #my boy cried a lot in this he probably looks cute after crying

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wimble-warcrime · 3 months

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Ooh can I request how you think kid and killer would show their interest in you? Basically their way of courting you/beginning of a relationship. Together or separate, whatever you feel like 🖤🖤

hi anon, thanks for the ask! i'd be happy to do both :)

im a big fan of the concept of courting in general (to many period drama influences) so some of these may seem weird or ooc

kidd-

different from killer, who would take a more traditional approach to courting/wooing a potential partner, kidd's approach is more... chaotic... we'll say

we all know that this tulip head has the emotional range of a teaspoon, and therefore struggles with expressing any emotion other than rage and pride, so be prepared for a whirlwind of whiplash

he doesn't know what he wants, you don't know what he wants

killer knows what he wants, but won't be at all helpful in this case

while he will staunchly deny this until the day he dies, kidd's love language is acts of service (beating the shit out of people for you), gift giving (making you things to beat the shit out of people) and quality time (discussing in depth on how to beat the shit out of people)

expect a lot of shiny things, handmade metal contraptions, and requests for you to just sit with him (he tells you he needs someone to hold something for him, or shine the light at a particular angle, but we all know he just wants to be around you)

he fails miserably at any attempts of flirtation

the first time you cackle at him for his terrible pick-up lines, he shuts himself away for a few days. the second time, (with killer's guidance) he realizes that making you laugh would be great way to warm up to each other.

it becomes a witty back-and-forth of banter and cheesy pick-up lines, and a solid friendship is formed. you talk about whatever, he gives his (sadistic) input, he rambles on about his latest invention (probably a weapon) and you give your feedback

you don't know that each of these conversations are pertaining to the same creation, he's (very secretly, and quite skillfully (to killer's surprise)) getting your input, because he's making it for you.

it's months in the making, he probably started right after your first lengthy discussion about preferred weapon types or something like that.

i'd like to think that for kidd, it's obsession at first insult with him, so you'd probably be relatively new to the crew. he wouldn't last long enough to have known (and liked you) for years, no patience with dis man

he gets talkative when he drinks, so i guarantee you the first time he gets like black out drunk around you, he spills his guts. its an unspoked rule amongst the crew, that any 'gushy' feelings that come from that captain while he is inebriated, are not to ever EVER be brought up afterwards.

so you kind of just. sit there. thinking abt the fact that this angry tulip man like you. and wont admit it to your face.

after the first emotional moment TM you guys share, things start to pick up. you are witness to a softer side of the one-dimensional captain, and quite like it.

start seeking those out more. he won't, but the best progress is one made in emotional vulnerability. (dr. wimble advice corner approved)

he cant take a hint, so dont bother dropping any. if you wanna go forward, say something. kidd cannot read (alegedly), let alone between the lines. your best bet is to whip out your tits (gn) in front of him.

i will die on this hill, kidd is firmly a boob guy, dont try to change my mind. he lov em

there is no "so, should we date now?" phase with this guy, he just skips right to the "fucking them with the lights on" phase. a hot and heavy encounter later, and he has firmly planted himself at your side, no takes-backsies~~

you wake up the morning after hovered in hickeys and bite marks, and EVERYONE know your his now. he wont say it, but you are.

killer-

killer on the other hand, is a traditionalist, an 'el hopaness romtic' if ya know what im sayin

he will woo the pants right off you, season two anthony bridgerton wet shirt scene style (iykyk)

you probably aren't new to the crew, kil strikes me as the kinda guy who doesn't know he likes someone until it's too late. like man's good at self reflection and all, but it takes TIME to get to him, so there is no 'love at first fisticuffs' with him.

it starts with friendship (demi killer till the day i die), you two are like each others bestfriends. no one tops kidd (ehehe) for this guy, but you can tie

it's the little things at first, and more one-sided at the beginning (on your end), like complimenting his cooking, offering to help with dishes

maybe you buy him some hair stuff, he did mention that he was running out, off handedly. or, you sharpen up his knives for him while he's away

Killer's love language is also acts of service, more so on the receiving end tho, but he likes to give gifts. he'll cook for you, personally

like one meal just for you type thing. he says he wants you to try out a new recipe of his, but really, he just made you a nice meal, and cant say it to your face.

you two act like a couple already, but both deny it, saying youre just 'really good friends'

he first really realises that he likes you, seriously likes (maybe love) you when you get injured. and not like, oh little scratch, but like, almost died injured.

a foe has never been downed faster, than when killer heard your scream of pain and terror from across the battle field, and fucking flew across to get to you.

it's obvious to anyone that mans got it badd. he doesnt leave your side until youre concious again and the promptly blows up you for being dumb and reckless and almost getting killed. its a nasty fight, one that shatters your friendship. no one expected anything like that from him. probably the most anyone has ever heard from him in one go

he is just worried, but cant tell you that he loves you, without fully knowing how you feel back. not a guy who readily takes risks like that.

it's a few weeks before he's talking to you again, afraid that he astronomically fudged it by his little outburst. the exchanges are clipped, (you, who had been pining hard for him for like ever) and you're positively sure he hates your guts (he doesnt he just scared)

he avoids you, trying to put as much distance between you two as physically possible, trying to get rid of his feelings for you. but the you go and get yourself hurt. again

it was an accident this time, he saw it happen. like slow motion, the knife you were holding was bumped out of your hand by someone backing into you, it fell, cutting your hand open, before notching itself into the flood

he blows up at the person responsible, before dragging you to the medbay to patch you up. all the while, muttering about how clumsy you are, how much of a danger magnet you seem to be.

its at that moment you know how he feels. it's not said outright, but the care he takes with you, treating you like you're glass

you lean down to kiss his mask. just a small pec, an utterance of a 'thank you' whispered after

but

his heart is beating like a wild mustang, and he freezes. he makes sure your affection wasn't just because you were grateful (after he starts working again)

your reassurance is like cupids arrow for his heart. you like him, have liked him for a while

nothing really changes between your dynamic after that, at least from the outside. really, you've started to be more physically affectionate behind closed doors.

it's a huge step when he takes his mask of around you. the lights are off, and you can't see his face, but he lets you touch it. huge step in your relationship

he's still a baddie, violent and unhinged, (to keep up appearances), but when no ones looking, he'll love on you

this feels kinda rushed ngl, but alas, when is it not? anywayz anon, hope you like it! iv'e already done poly! kidkiller here, i hope you enjoy :)

btw my requests are open, but im still in college, so be mindful if it takes me a hot minute to reply to them

#wimble writes #one piece scenario #killer x reader #kid x reader #one piece fluff #massacre soldier killer #eustass kid

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teyamsatan · 7 months

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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ɪᴠ - ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ

pairing: neteyam x avatar!reader

➽ a/n: this is for my bae @pandoraslxna, so happy to have u back pookie, you are such a star and ilyssssm :((( <3

➽ words: 700 words

➽ warnings: it goes without saying, but all of these works (kinktober-related) are smut and therefore minors should NOT interact with them.

➽ taglist (x) ➽ kinktober masterlist (x)

“This is stupid. We both know I’m never going to get better at this.” A huff of exasperation left your lips as you steadied another arrow in the large bow that still felt too large, too heavy, too… weird in the hands of your newly acquired Avatar. You were tired and cranky, annoyed and despondent after hours upon hours of training that wasn’t getting any easier, of muscles that were getting increasingly tighter and more knotted with each passing second. Neteyam was a good teacher. An excellent teacher, but even he couldn’t seem to get through to you, to make you better. It’s been days and with no improvement, and even though he wasn’t saying it, both of you were starting to lose hope.

“Shut your pretty mouth, yawne. I basically taught Lo’ak how to shoot, and if I can teach him, I can teach anyone.”

The order and quiet command said through smirking lips stilled you in your spot. You couldn’t say it, not when your friendship would be jeopardised as a result, but you might fare better with another person to look over you. Because Neteyam, well… it was hard to focus with him circling you, looking at your body from every angle, studying it, touching you over and over again so your form improved, pressing your body against yours to show you the correct way with his own… it was too much, too soon - it was enough to set your every nerve ending alight and send pulses of untamed electricity up and down every inch of you.

You shifted your stance a little - you had to, to accommodate for the growing heat in your core, for the way you were dripping in slick from being around him all day. He didn’t like that, a little tsk of disapproval barely audible as he took note of how tight together your legs were all of a sudden.

“Come on now, we’ve been over the stance for hours a few days ago. Are you trying to be difficult? Come on, yawne: open your legs for me.” A gentle pat on your bare bum was enough to elicit a small moan from your unsuspecting mouth, the gesture so intimate and enticing, it made your mind spiral with thoughts Eywa would frown upon hearing, thoughts that made your already wet loincloth damp.

You closed your eyes in dismay and embarrassment - what were the chances he didn’t hear that?

“Well, well, well… I see how it is. It turns out all this time you just needed a… tougher hand. Who would have thought, tawtutetsyip?”

You want to curse and cry, you want to hide in shame and you thank whatever gods you can still remember from all the lessons Norm gave you that, at the very least, he was facing away from you, so you can’t notice the smug look on his face, the way you could the amused tone of his voice.

“I can smell you. So needy.”

One of his hands takes a hold of your shoulder, seemingly keeping you in place while his other hand moves away from you before making contact with your ass again, this time harder, the force almost knocking you forward, if it wasn’t for his unrelenting grip on your aching, desperate, longing body. The sting is intense and overwhelming, but so, so good and you lean back unwittingly against his broad, muscular chest, your head falling in the crook on his neck. You’re panting now, the sensation overload too overbearing to allow you the comfort of your normally sound thoughts, and you know you might regret this, you know when the high comes crashing down the consequences might break your bones, but you don’t care, not right now, now while his breath is fawning over the side of your face, his melodic, deep, husky voice whispering in your ear.

“Be a good girl and take the shot for me, and I’ll indulge you all night long. How’s that sound, huh, yawne?”

taglist: @pandoraslxna @sulieykte @blue-slxt @eywaeveng @neteyamsikran @elenamoncada-ibarra @spicymayyo @itsjazzsworld @daddysmurfslefttoenail @eyrina-avatar @iameatingmyhair @hadesbabygurl

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hey-kae · 2 years

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Summer Breaks

Pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

Request: do you write for max verstappen? and if you do can i request something similar to secrets he'll keep? not the whole unrequited love but just a ton of angst followed by a ton of fluff? thank you xx

Warnings: Language, mentions of diets (Max’s nutrition plan), mention of sex, nudity (bath together), angst, probably badly proofread.

a/n: I definitely wanted to write something sadder but i couldn’t come up with anything so that is what i ended up with!

Max was having a good season.

That was a secret to practically nobody.

If you were completely clueless to everything related to Formula 1 related, you could still realize that by just a glance over the numbers and critics.

Him having a bad race was rare and even then, he would still be likely to get a podium position and sometimes even end up in p1, a perfect example of that being the Hungary grand prix and his recovery drive from tenth position up to the first.

Therefore, it was undeniably weird when he asked to cut the vacation you two had planned into a week instead of two.

"I just want to stay a bit at home, i guess." He had said with a smile that had you agreeing to his change of plans.

You convinced yourself that you understood where he was coming from.

He must be homesick, you assumed. After all, he barely got any time at home so maybe, this year, he would feel more relaxed if he exchanged flights and hotels and beaches with calm and peace and the comfort of his own space.

You agreed and packed your bags for the remaining vacation week you still had booked.

While you were looking forward to waking up beside Max and in his arms, you woke up on your own for all seven days of your getaway. Not once did you wake up to him wrapped up in the sheets by your side. Instead, he would get up at 6AM everyday and disappear into the resort's gym for over 3 hours. Every morning, you woke up in disappointment but not one remark about it left your mouth. He was an athlete after all and he had to keep up with the requirements of his job.

You occasionally found yourself wondering how much of a difference would a week make but not once did you allow yourself to go too far with that thought. It's part of his job, therefore a part of him and you loved every part of Max. End of discussion.

Plus, he gave you most of his attention for the rest of the days so it was all good.

That was until the two of you flew home.

He spent half of the first day home at the gym, the second half practicing upcoming race tracks.

You sat by his side for all of it and by the end, you could confidently say you had the spa track memorized down to the very last turn, DRS zones and sectors included, so it really baffled you when Max started yet another race.

"Ugh, again?" You groaned without even thinking about it.

He laughed it off, "One more time, i promise."

You sighed and left the room with a nod to which Max smiled.

With nothing else to do, you started walking around the apartment, putting away anything that was out of place to entertain yourself.

That, cleaning out of cheer boredom, usually meant that said boredom's level had reached a peak, an all time high as one might say, so you allowed yourself to dramatically fall back against the couch, your mind desperately searching for something to do while you mindlessly fiddled with a bracelet on your wrist.

You thought long and hard until you decided to surprise Max with his favorite cake since he could probably loosen up with his nutrition plan right now. That wasn't something you had come up with, it was what he said just two days ago as he stuffed his face with sweets and fast food.

Smiling to yourself, you headed for the kitchen and rapidly laid out all the needed items on the counter, pulling up your notes app where you had the recipe saved just to make sure you would get all the measurements right.

Flour, sugar, eggs, butter... you flew past it all and soon enough, you were whisking the batter, the smile still on your face as you poured it into the cake pan and popped it into the pre-heated oven.

It was also nearing dinner time so you prepared a small meal for the two of you to eat together as you waited for the cake to bake.

When dinner was ready, you set the table, took the dessert out of the oven, moved it onto a clean white plate, leaving it to cool down and went to call for Max.

"Baby, dinner's ready." You poked your head through the door and said with a bright grin. However, the smile dropped when Max's eyes didn't shift for an instant off the screen.

"5 minutes and i'll be with you." He replied with a deepset frown of concentration on his face.

You sighed, "Alright. I'm waiting for you."

A nod was all you got in exchange before you slipped out of the room and went back to your initial position on the couch, this time curled up with your arms around your knees because you knew Max.

Five minutes meant an undefined time period, usually not very lengthy but still nowhere near the number of minutes he blurted out.

"At least the cake will have cooled down." You attempted to assure yourself as you sat in the dimly lit room, picking up your phone to pass some time as the cats made an appearance, cuddling into your leg as you sat.

You saw just about every new instagram post on your timeline along with every story then switched onto tiktok, scrolling through your for you page until it started giving you those videos that warn you about how long you've been using the app.

That is when you noticed how much time it had passed.

Your eyes were burning with tiredness and you were yawning like you hadn't slept in days. You tossed the phone aside and let your head fall back onto the cushions behind you as you sighed, your brain almost exploding from the thoughts running through it.

Eventually, you fell asleep on the couch cuddling a decorative pillow with Max still out of sight.

—

Waking up to the familiar window by yours and Max's bed, the sunlight rude against your tired eyes as you slept on your side was slightly off-setting, especially given the fact that you had fallen asleep in the living room while waiting for Max, who must've moved you to the bedroom.

Maybe he was asleep behind you?

Your held your breath and closed your eyes as you turned to the other side, hoping you'd be met with the sight of the dutch man you desperately loved.

Empty, cold white sheets and two cats on top of them.

That's what you saw.

The only proof that Max was ever in the bed were the wrinkled sheets and the creased pillow. Besides that, there was no trace of him. Anyone watching over you right now wouldn't have any slight problem believing you lived alone with the two cats sleeping atop the duvet.

You turned on your back and faced the ceiling, biting onto the inside of your cheek as you attempted to contain all that you were feeling.

You missed Max.

You missed him and you had to keep that to yourself because if you dared tell anyone that, they'd probably laugh in your face.

It was his summerbreak, you supposedly had him all to yourself so why did you miss him so much that it nearly put you to tears?

It's not that big of a deal, or so you had convinced yourself as you rubbed the tears pooling in your eyes away and sat up in bed, grabbing your phone.

At the gym.

See you at lunch.

The messages were from Max and they were sent as early as 5:30 AM.

You nodded at no one, dropped your phone between the sheets and left the bedroom for the kitchen since your throat was burning like you had been dehydrated for days.

You drank some water and grabbed a cup of coffee for breakfast but as you passed the dining area, you found all the food from yesterday still laid out, untouched and seemingly unnoticed.

You tried not to feel sorry for yourself because of how much unnoticed and unappreciated effort you were putting in but you just couldn't help it.

You prevented the tears from falling but your vision was still clouded as you checked if all the food was still good and packed it away in containers that you carelessly tossed into the fridge. Then, you took the cake you prepared, still untouched as well despite its very obvious placing on the counter, cut it into slices that you also put away in a container in the fridge and left the kitchen to peacefully drink your coffee while lodged in front of the TV, watching your favorite show as you sipped on the hot beverage.

But things didn't seem to be going your way lately.

Much to your distaste, your phone rang, a picture of you and your best friend popping up on the screen.

Make no mistake, you loved and missed her but she would surely ask about Max and you weren't exactly good at lying to her.

Three minutes after taking the call, the question came up.

"So, how are things with Mr. World Champion?"

"Oh, it's good. Everything's amazing with him." You awkwardly replied, receiving a few seconds of silence in response.

"Hm, aren't you supposed to be too busy for me right now? Isn't he on break or something?"

The question showed that she was onto you.

You gulped before answering, "He's training right now."

"Oh, guess he still has to stay in shape. What plans do you have for the day after that?"

You really wished you had an answer, but what plans did you have for the day? Sure, you were hoping you'd get to spend at least the afternoon with Max, maybe go somewhere nice and just have a bit of fun, but were there any plans to do that? Absolutely not.

"Nothing specific, really. It just depends on how the day goes, i guess." Half a lie, still better than an elaborate one.

"I'm trying to understand why he canceled all the plans for this week if he has nothing better to do." Her tone was getting suspicious so you decided to end the call.

"I don't know, actually… but i'm gonna have to call you back later. Someone's at the door."

The second the call ended, you were on your feet.

You gave the cats food and refilled their water fountain, made sure all windows and balcony doors were shut so they wouldn't be in danger and headed for the bedroom, your coffee long forgotten on the center table, left to get cold as you pulled on some leggings and a loose shirt, your running shoes and your headphones and left the house with the suffocating need to feel like you weren't wasting hours sulking just because you had to share your boyfriend's attention. You were starting to feel like maybe your feelings weren't exactly justifiable.

You ended up walking around the busy Monaco streets with no purpose but watching people busy with their everyday life issues entertained you and eyeing the confused tourists and the way they seemed so fascinated by their surroundings was amusing. It did the trick for now. You walked for over an hour under the hot morning sun, only deciding to stop once you were dripping in sweat from the heat and Max was back to being your mind's only occupant.

You headed back home with a tight throat, already plotting something else to do once you shower and change outfits. Basically, anything but sitting around and doing nothing with your time, anything but staying home and feeling sorry for yourself.

If you knew how this vacation was gonna go, you wouldn't have emptied your schedule all month long.

As you lathered the shampoo in your hair under the hot water, you realized that grocery shopping would be the best thing to do. It was distracting enough and you needed a few things anyway.

That is how you found yourself midst the maze of isles just an hour later, a half full cart being pushed in front of you as you scanned the shelves.

You checked out, went home, put away everything you bought and sat down in the living room.

Immediately, Sassy was by your feet, demanding attention that you were happy to give. You passed a few minutes like that, petting the cat and hearing the soothing sound of its purring until the keys jiggled in the front door and Max walked in.

"Hey!" He smiled as he crossed the room to you, leaning down and pecking your lips.

"Hey." You returned.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower then we can have lunch or something." He said and you nodded with an attempted smile, watching him disappear towards the bedroom before you got up to reheat the food from yesterday.

"How did the session go?" You tried to spark conversation over the meal.

"Oh, good. It was good. I'm taking it kinda easy because it's summer break still but yeah..." He replied as he ate.

You could laugh at the irony of him bringing up the fact that it was still summer break but you chose to ignore it, not wanting to cause tension between the two of you.

That afternoon, he also trained on the sim but for less time than yesterday.

Instead, he called for his cats and took a 2 hour nap while you sat right beside him in bed. Once you realized that your presence was going unnoticed and that Max was drifting off to sleep, you huffed and grabbed a book to read.

You love life might me going downhill at the moment but the one of the characters in the book made up for all the awful feelings in your chest.

When Max woke up, it was already the evening. You asked if he wanted to go have dinner somewhere but he was "too tired."

"Oh, that is alright. We could just watch Netflix or something. Just relax, i guess." You suggested.

"Maybe tomorrow? I need to train a bit since i wasted time sleeping today."

He spent the night lodged in front of his racing setup while you struggled with the choking feeling all night until the tears broke free, leaving you to cry into your pillow. You felt small, making so much effort only to be so easily disregarded.

The next morning was the same, only serving as additional buildup to the anger bubbling up inside you.

Maybe if he hadn't promised that he'd be completely yours during the break, that he'd make up for all the distance, you would've been okay with this. But, in all honesty, keeping a promise wasn't the hardest thing to do and if he absolutely had to break it, it would've been nice if he talked to you about it instead of pretending you didn't exist for most of the day.

You had enough.

You left the apartment and made it a point not to be there when he'd come back from the gym. Instead, you shopped until you couldn't feel your legs, eventually making your way back home around 3 in the afternoon.

You walked in and saw Max sitting with a look of pure boredom on his face.

"Oh, you're home..." You smiled at him, dropping all the bags on the couch as his eyes followed you while you left the room again.

"Yeah, i've been here for two hours. You... You didn't tell me you were going somewhere today." He followed you to the kitchen as you drank some water.

"It was spontaneous."

He nodded, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Yeah, i had lunch with a few friends." You smiled and grabbed a piece of the cake from earlier in the week from the fridge.

"Oh, okay." Max eyed his favorite dessert in your hand, "When did you make this?" He asked as he took a piece.

"Two days ago." You left the room as you ate, heading for the bedroom, leaving Max alone while you changed into loose shorts and a t-shirt, slipping under the sheets and pulling out your laptop and earphones, picking out a movie and playing it as he walked in.

"Good luck with the training." You smiled at him, the smile faker than ever but leaving him dumbfounded nonetheless.

"Thanks?" He looked confused as he pointed to the door and scratched his head before leaving like he had to.

"Fucking asshole." Your frustration at him was the one that forced the words out once he disappeared.

Your will to watch a movie disappeared out the window. You slammed the laptop shut, chucked away the earphones and slipped further down the sheets until they covered your head. You grabbed your pillow and hugged it as the tears made an appearance.

It felt like you were being taken for granted, like Max had the reassurance that you'd always be waiting for him at home, gladly appreciative of any attention he'd give you but never asking for more than that. His reaction today to you not being at the apartment when he came back and to your plans not depending on him showed you that pretty clearly.

Being ignored hurt but being ignored when you were putting in effort to be noticed was a stab in the chest.

You cried until your eyes burned and you heard Max shuffle around the kitchen.

You got up, washed your face and headed to the source of the noise.

Max was making himself a sandwich for dinner.

When you walked in, your whole careless act disappeared because you really wanted to spend time with him.

"Do you want to do something tonight?" You asked, biting on your nails as you dreaded the response.

He looked up at you while he continued preparing the food.

"I don't think i can. I want to train a bit more and there's a party that sounds good..."

You frowned. Usually, he'd be bugging you about going to parties with him. You weren't exactly a fan of loud and packed places but you always went with him if he wanted you there.

"A party?" You tried again.

"Yeah. A few minutes away. You can come of you want to, i guess." He shrugged, tossed the knife he had in his hands into the sink and left the room with no further words spoken.

Maybe this was because you went out for lunch without him? Max always knew that you still had your own life outside his world so an outing with your friends without him was pretty normal. It has always been.

Bewildered, you started rummaging through the cabinets for something to eat, deciding not to push it tonight.

You ended up curled up on the couch with a bowl of hot instant noodles flavored to perfection as you watched TV while Max showered and got dressed.

Minutes later, he reappeared dressed in a crisp white button down and his jeans, reeking of a abundant amount of perfume.

"Alright, i'll see you later." He said as he grabbed his keys.

You waited for him to kiss you goodbye but it never came. He was out the door within seconds and without saying anything else.

Suddenly, you lost your appetite.

You went to the room and straight to sleep.

The next few days followed a similar pattern, minus the parties but Max was distant nonetheless.

His day always started at 5AM and ended past midnight. He had pretty much memorized every remaining track on the calendar then revised them all. His abs and muscles were as prominent as ever, showing the amount of time he was reserving for his workouts.

Anyone who sees him would never believe that this was a time when he was supposed to be resting. But you knew what was happening behind closed doors. He wasn't seeing this as a break but a time to overstep his rivals, to overachieve, to gain an advantage over any other driver the grid.

You were close to going insane, sitting at home, entertaining yourself with movies and series and baking, attempting plans with your friends, going for walks and strolling incredibly slow around the grocery store. Thinking back to your plans for this week, you had to resist the urge to laugh at yourself. The amount of dates you had planned and cancelled was comic and what's worse was the fact that Max could care less about how left out of his life you were feeling.

You fell asleep before he went to bed every night and woke up after he went to the gym. You had lunch alone today because he couldn't make it back home in time and when he did come back, it was already nearing dinner time, so barely 20 minutes ago.

You were determined to end this cycle tonight.

"Max..." you called for him, trying to determine where he was in the apartment. You got no reply and that meant one thing. He was glued in front of the sim screen with his noise-canceling headphones on.

Sighing, you made your way to that room, finding the cats scratching at its door, begging him to let them in. When they saw you, they mowed almost pleadingly and you leaned down to pet them.

"I know. I don't know what's gotten into him either." You ranted to them before straightening up and opening the door, watching as they rapidly slipped inside the room before following their way in.

"Max..." you spoke a bit loud so he can hear you.

"What?" He asked without moving his gaze from the screen, only moving one side of his headphones off.

"It's dinner time and i really want to eat with you."

"I'm not really done yet, babe."

"Babe," you dragged out the word, "You've been training nonstop for the whole week. Just give me a few hours of your time, Max. This is really unfair, you're supposed to be on break."

Somehow, that got his attention.

"You're serious right now?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yes, Max. Why wouldn't i be?"

He quit the race he was in and turned towards you as he got rid of the headphones, "Do you remember the beginning of this? Of this relationship?" He gestured between the two of you, "You kept telling me you could handle my job but now what? Now you forgot how demanding it really is?"

That riled you up really fast.

You were always understanding when it came to his job, you understood you basically signed up for this when you started dating him but you now found yourself wondering if wanting to spend some undisturbed time with him in his time off was asking for too much. Deep down, you knew it shouldn't be seen as too much, especially not when you don't ever disturb him during race weekends and you just let him dedicate his undivided attention to his job.

It stung bad that this is how Max was regarding this, especially since every time you went on social media, you found your feed packed with pictures of the other drivers and their partners enjoying their time off. Sure, they weren't letting themselves go either but training didn't seem like their priority during this time of the season.

"Max, i thought this is supposed to be a break and, honestly, every other driver on the grid is treating it as such, but you haven't even spent one day without working and two weeks have already flown by." You sighed, leaning against the wall behind you for support.

"Maybe this is what makes a difference, maybe that's why i have more points than everyone. Did that ever cross your mind?" He spitted with a completely unaffected face that did nothing but anger you further.

However, if there was anything worse than spending the remainder of the break in separate room with separate occupations, if was to spend it fighting.

"You know what? I don't want to fight with you. Enjoy your training, Max." You pushed yourself off the wall and left the sim room.

That seemed to cause Max to panic quickly. He still had to realize why this was hurting you so much but he knew that you deciding not to fight wasn't good. If anything, it meant that you were one step up further towards just giving up on him.

"Wait! Where are you going?" He was hot on your tail now, following you to the bedroom where you were pulling on your espadrilles.

"A walk." Your tone was now dry and emotionless. Bad news, Max knew you enough to know that.

"No, stay. Let's talk."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure there is still some corner in spa you want to memorize and maybe when you're horny, you can fuck a race car as well. I'm sure everything racing related brings you way more joy than i ever could, more interesting too. A fucking perfect match, you and that fucking car but it's all good, you're better at communicating with a pile of metal anyway."

Max listened to the words you were blurting with a tense jaw. Sure, the insults didn't feel good but it hurt way more, realizing he made you feel that way.

"If i really made you feel that way, i'm sorry." He shrugged, doing a god-awful job at showing you he was genuine with his words.

"Yeah, okay." You chuckled to hold back the tears and you moved to leave the room then the apartment. However, Max was quick to grab your wrist.

"Max, let go..."

"Look at me, i told you i'm sorry."

"I told you fucking let go of my hand."

"I will if you promise that you'll stay so we can talk." He replied.

"When i tell you to fucking let go of me, you do just that without giving me conditions for you doing it." You yanked your wrist out of his grasp and stormed off.

"I told you i'm fucking sorry!"

"Oh, i heard that, don't worry." You laughed, "I would've accepted that apology in two cases, if i was a naive five year old or if i was a desperate, dumb girl." you were now by the front door, ready to leave.

"You know, i can't even fucking tell why you're so pissed at this shit." Max breathed out the world and fell back onto the living room couch.

One thing you learned about Max is how cool-tempered he could be. Sure, the entirety of F1 press and journalists were on his ass about his anger issues and while reality wasn't as extreme as they pictured it, he was actually intimidating when he was angry. However, opposite to popular belief, fighting with Max wasn't screaming and shouting and smashing things against the wall. In fact, if anyone saw the two of you fighting, they would've never guessed how angry either of you were since usually the volume of the conversation was rather low. The two of you arguing included spitting out cruel remarks while your faces remained completely emotionless. If anything, that hurt way more.

"You know, i can't even tell why i'm dating you sometimes." You repeated his sentence structure and watched as his head snapped towards you.

"What?" He was shocked.

"You heard me." You shrugged, "I don't see you for most of the year and when i do, the gym and the sim become so much more interesting than me. I'm not asking you for anything but the bare fucking minimum and you don't even think i deserve that, so really, what am i doing, staying with you?" You sat down and shrugged as you spoke.

"It's my job!" His voice rose a little.

"I'm your girlfriend!"

"So? I can't sacrifice my job for a relationship." He argued.

"I can't believe you, Max! If you knew me the tiniest bit, you'd know i would never ask you to do that. All that i'm asking for is a bit of time while you're on fucking break!" You emphasized the last word.

"I have to train and we travelled for a whole week where it was just the two of us!"

"Yeah, okay. If this is how it's always gonna be, maybe we shouldn't be together." You blurted out the words as a reflex, obviously not meaning them.

The shock ran through your entire system when Max replied.

"Maybe we shouldn't."

You nodded, the tears pooling in your eyes before you walked out of the apartment, not looking back and not hearing anyone following you either.

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Two hours.

Two full hours you spent walking around the familiar streets of Monaco. You practically walked around the whole country, earphones in your ears and music blasting through them as the sun set and the sky turned dark.

You wished you could say it was soothing, strolling around the beautiful roads, watching people go on with their lives, hearing the cars pass by, seeing the sunset while you were by the harbor, but it wasn't; not today at least.

Your heart felt heavy in your chest and your breaths were forced, not from the long time you'd walked, just because of the conversation that lead you to run to the streets.

You wanted to go back to that apartment, throw yourself in Max's arms and tell him that you wanted to work it out, that you couldn't bear the thought of loosing him but you were too stubborn to back down and he was too stubborn to admit he was wrong.

You loved Max immensely. The things you did so you could maintain your relationship with him were unimaginable. Never in your life you could've ever imagined you'd be sacrificing so much for someone. You moved to Monaco, adjusted your lifestyle to fit his, understood his overwhelming schedule, accepted the distance and lack of privacy that came with dating him simply because he loved you in a way that always made up for all that.

He was perfect for you, your relationship was perfect until this summer break and what made it worse is the fact that you were clueless about what had changed.

You knew Max loved you just as much as you loved him. He too has sacrificed so much for the love you shared, that was practically undeniable but the past two weeks hurt, especially the last few days.

The contrast between the way he acted during previous breaks and this one hurt.

He knew how hard it was for you that even though the two of you lived together, your relationship was practically long-distance on most days and he always made sure to make up for that on every occasion and every time the two of you had a few days alone. Those days were ones that you unfathomably cherished because not only did you feel Max's love for you the most during them, but you also got to show him how much he meant to you.

Hours, long hours you've spent during the past week trying to figure out what changed this time but you were still in the dark. All that you knew is that the pile of swimsuits sitting in your drawer seemed to laugh at you whenever you caught a glimpse of them but, at this point, it wasn't even about a cancelled vacation you were excited about, it is about everything you've built with Max slipping away.

Sighing to yourself, you grabbed your phone out of your pocket to stop the music but you were met with the notifications of the messages and calls you'd been ignoring ever since you left Max sat alone on the couch.

Please come back

This can't be it

The last messages, sent just 7 minutes ago, read.

You found yourself sighing again, your mind racing as you walked.

It was undeniable that you wanted to go back, to be in Max's comforting presence, but you couldn't stop thinking about the possibility that nothing would change. If you went back to the apartment and Max decided to stay so distant, you truly wouldn't know what to do.

However, there was only one way to find out what he thought of the situation.

You walked back to the apartment while rehearsing your responses to the different possible scenarios.

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Walking into the utter silence of the apartment didn't feel encouraging. Max was nowhere to be heard and it caused worry to rise in your heart. Was he even home?

You dropped your keys on the small table by the door and made your way inside the mostly dark rooms, silently searching for any trace of your boyfriend.

"Max..." you called for him once you were in the dark living room.

"I'm here." You jumped at how close he sounded and instinctively turned the lights on. There he was, sat stiffly on the couch with a cup of water in his hand.

You watched as he drank, not knowing what you were supposed to do or say, just waiting for him to make the first move.

"Can we talk?" He took the lead.

You nodded and took a seat across from him, watching his movements carefully just as he was doing with you. It seemed like the two of you were trying to get a feel about how this would go, about what would end up happening and you were solely basing the conclusion off of each other's body language.

"I'm sorry. You're right, the way i've been acting isn't fair to you." He said, locking his eyes with yours so you'd know he really meant every word.

You nodded again since you didn't really know what to say. You just let the silence take over until it became insufferable.

"What does that change between us?" You asked, fiddling with your bracelet.

Max's eyebrows rose as he heard your question.

"It means that i realize that this time shouldn't be about work, that i now see that i neglected you and my family because of the insane schedule i forced myself to commit to."

Him coming to terms with the fact that he fucked up meant a lot but it was only half the way to the resolution of the problem.

"Yeah... but what changed this time? Why did you distance yourself that much, Max? I've been trying to hard to get your attention but it seemed like you purposely didn't want to give me any."

"I don't know what happened this time but i really am sorry. I hate it so much that i made you feel this way. I really do. And i know it's no excuse but this year, there is so much pressure. At this point, the championship is basically ours so if we lose it somehow it's gonna be mostly the driver's fault and i don't want to cause this kind of disappointment, i don't want to waste everyone’s hard work." Max explained with an honest expression on his face.

Max got a lof of shit from the media, for the way he reacted to certain things, for the amount of curse words he used, for Redbull prioritizing him, for how "agressive" he was... but anyone who knew him personally could testify about how thoughtful he really was. Sometimes, he gets carried away, giving too much to one side what eventually ends up in him neglecting the other but never had he done this with anything other than pure intentions.

"I know how stressful this all is but all i wanted was for you to maybe talk to me about it? I will always be there for you... Max, i just missed you so much and now it feels like i miss you even more." You couldn't help the tears that welled up in your eyes as you exhaled the last part of your sentence.

That was it for Max.

He couldn't see you cry, let alone cry because of him. It was seconds before he was by your side, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you closer until your head was on his chest as his free hand was brushing through your hair.

"I'm really sorry, baby." He whispered to you, planting a kiss in the top of your head while he let you cry into his shirt, "It's a bit too late but there's still over a week left and i'm all yours for all of it. I promise." He hugged you tighter so your arms snaked around his waist in a tight hold that for just a moment, felt surreal.

After all, you hadn't hugged or even kissed him in almost two weeks and you just wanted to make up for that.

You looked up at your boyfriend who instantly smiled at you when his gaze met yours. His hands moved to your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks and wiping all the tears off until it left you smiling back at him.

"I love you, sweetheart." He reassured before kissing your lips lovingly, his lips soft and delicate against yours as they moved in perfect sync, making your stomach turn with butterflies and your heart race at the feeling you missed so desperately.

"Please never go that long without kissing me again." You chuckled into the kiss and Max had to pull away to laugh, his blue eyes glistening as he did. You loved his eyes so much, especially when they were full with so many raw and honest emotions that you only ever got to see.

"I won't, i promise you." He pulled you so sit sideways on his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck as you brought him in for another kiss, this time letting go of every last resolve you had, just fully appreciating the feeling of having Max so close after having craved that for so long.

"I love you." You pulled away and said, you hand on his face as he smiled at you.

"I love you too." He replied, "Now, what would you like to do tonight?" His smile grew wider as he asked.

One thing about Max is the way he never failed to make your heart flutter with a simple look that worked wonders in letting you into his mind and revealing his thoughts to you. Max was always transparent with you and it showed in his eyes every time they met yours.

"Anything-" you shrugged and nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, "as long as it involves you."

You felt him nod, "You want to go somewhere?" Max asked.

"Baby, it's way past ten already." You chuckled, "I don't think that is an option anymore."

"You've got a point." You felt his arms slip underneath you as he replied so you held onto him tighter, knowing what was coming.

Barely seconds later, you were being carried around the house by a smiling Max.

"So then," he set you down on the kitchen counter, "we can make dinner together and then take a bath?" He suggested, his hands still gripping your thighs as he spoke.

"Sound good. I'm in." You smiled.

Soon enough, chaos erupted in the kitchen. You and Max cooking together was almost always successful but there wasn't any time where the two of you didn't leave an outrageous mess in the wake.

This was no exception.

After an hour of loud clatters of pans, pots and spoons, the two of you sat together, each of you curled up with a plate of food on the couch while exchanging stories and chatting endlessly in a way you hadn't done in a while.

After that was done, he made you wait on the bed as he fixed the water and filled the bathtub with bubbles before he called you in. The second you stepped into the bathroom, he was right by your side, his hand over yours as he pulled you closer, hugging you to his chest as his mouth went to kiss your neck softly.

That momentarily went on until you heard him sigh into the embrace.

"I'm really sorry for the way i've been treating you." He said against your skin.

You pulled away a little and pushed him by the shoulders so you'd catch a glimpse of his face.

It broke your heart to see his eyes glossy and glistening with held-back tears.

"We can move past that now, Max." You cupped his face and reassured him with a small smile that he returned with a nod.

"I'm still sorry, though." He repeated as you hands slipped down to take off his shirt.

"I know, baby." You pecked his lips after you got rid of the first clothing item.

Once Max made it clear that he was actually sorry, once he felt like you truly forgave him, it felt like a brick was lifted off his chest. Within seconds of the first genuine smile you gave him, he was back to acting himself.

He got rid of the remainder of his clothes, helped you out of yours and guided you into the bathtub.

The hot water felt heavenly against your skin but nothing could ever compare to Max's arms around you, pulling you back to rest against his chest as he littered butterfly kisses on your shoulders and your back after he brushed your hair to the side.

"I booked us the remaining week in Ibiza. We leave tomorrow at noon." He said between kisses.

"We don't have to travel, Max. We could stay here and relax, i just wanna spend time with you wherever." Your hand wrapped around his, intertwining your fingers underwater.

"No, we're going. I want to travel and have fun with you, just making memories all around the world. I should've been doing that since the minute the Hungary race ended but i was being dumb." He chuckled, "I had so much time to show you how much you mean to me and i can't fucking believe i wasted most of it."

His words made your heart swell, especially the tone in which they were delivered. Max might have his moments where he just doesn't know what to do or doesn't realize what he was doing would hurt the people around him but he was incredibly kind hearted. You truly felt lucky that you had him in your life, hardships and arguments included.

"This is enough for me, Max. This shows me that you love me. A kiss makes me feel your love in ways i can only hope you feel mine." You reassured, feeling his head rest on your shoulder.

"I can feel that you love me in every touch, baby." He squeezed your hand and pecked your neck, "But we're still going. Having you all to myself in a place where it's just us? Yeah, we're definitely going and i'm gonna make up for all the time wasted. Trust me." You could hear his smirk in his voice and it made you giggle, thus making Max grin.

"I love it when you laugh." He complemented, making you blush furiously.

The rest of the night was spent that way, in warm embraces, loving kisses and genuine laughter. The hole that had grown in your heart in the past two weeks was starting to close and you were nearly bursting with love and happiness.

The next morning, you woke up with Max practically sleeping on top of you, the sight and his soft snores making you smile, which was an unusual for you in the morning. And while you would've loved getting to enjoy this for a little longer, the flight you had to catch was there in the back of your mind.

You shook him awake and the two of you fumbled around the room for two hours, doing some very last minute packing, the fact that you had slept in today of all days not helping.

While most of this summerbreak hadn't exactly gone well, that week in Spain with Max was sure one of the most memorable one of your life.

The two of you had a more fun than you'd ever had, whether that was swimming, walking around, partying or the drunk nights spent in each other's arms.

With every look you and Max exchanged that week, you fell in love with each other all over again, feeling luckier with every passing second.

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I saw you're doing requests and I do not request often but- Take this if you want?

Yandere! Link (Twilight Princess) (Romantic as I think he's an adult in the game? Sorry if not, been awhile. Platonic works too) with Female! Reader Scenario? (One of my fav games, lol)

Do what you want with it... idk what prompts to ask for :/

If you don't want to do this please tell me! I read the rules and picked something simple :) Take your time! 🐈‍⬛

😳 THE yandere-galore panther taking requests from me? Usually its the other way around haha

Prompts are not a must if you really don't know what you want, though I gotta admit I had to ponder a bit since the request has no specifications. Things are pretty general therefore but I had to add a few things to get creative. This turned out longer since I like to develop Yandereness especially - it's always interesting to see from where the sprout stems from and how it'll grow. Otherwise it feels too forced and sudden to me. Have been following for quite a while, hope you like this!

TW: Yandere behaviour, obsession, long pining, idolization, one-sided feelings, obliviousness, stalking, aggression, blood and killing

Yandere! Twilight Princess! Link Scenario with Female!Reader (Romantic)

All your good deeds turned into sin, it seems.

Or at least some form of karma, but you didn't know enough about that to truly tell. It was just a gut feeling.

You are nothing but a wandering traveller. Knowledge of self-defense goes without saying, especially since the land of Hyrule turned so hostile over time. According to old legend a calamity is soon to approach, which only makes you yearn for serenity even more.

Ordon village sounds so tempting. Small and humble, the entire village feels nothing like the rest of the outside. The people certainly looked at you weird for deciding to stay here for a while - the most exciting thing to happen after all are raging goats!

Thus you were saved from one by a quick-witted, local fellow seemingly grappling with the animal before it calmed down and he offered you his hand. His light brown hair and deep blue eyes were welcoming and you took the offer.

"Thank you."

He said his name was Link.

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The children weren't as relaxed as the adults though. Even as their parents called out for them to help in the shop or with the goats, all four of them would stick close to you, each jumping to your side as they asked questions upon questions about 'the traveler lady!' The rest of Hyrule wasn't something they'd see or even hear from often. It was deemed as exciting to be able to go to the castle town to deliver some milk.

How is the town? Have you ever crossed that big bridge? Were you ever up at that Death Mountain? Can you catch bigger fish in that giant lake? Have you met the knights, soldiers and their princess?

All of these things were also asked by Link.

He bashfully admitted to being a regular country pumpkin as you sat beside each other by the river, fishing. He managed to please the kids with a promise to play as they finally left you alone. Rubbing the back of his neck, he couldn't hide the excitement on his face nor the stammer in his voice as you told him of your stories.

"The most exciting thing I'll ever do in my life is probably deliver that milk. Can't lie, I am lookin' forward to it..." He chuckled sheepishly. Shaking your head, you offered a smile.

"You should go out of the village more often. You're old enough now, I'm sure you'll grow to like everything you'll see and meet."

You smiled at him. It cheered him up, admittedly. You looking at him like that felt special too, perhaps because you weren't from here and encouraged him to go, even if it meant leaving the village and his goat-herding duties behind for a while.

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If only he never left.

Though for whatever reason that thing called it a lucky coincidence, a deal.

He ran back towards the forest, rushing by the familiar lake where the children went missing. It happened too fast and even though they adored him, looked up to him, he could barely realize what was happening before the world went dark and darker and darker.

His heart pounded against his ribcage, the shadow tailing after him in high speed which only made his panic grow more. How could this have happened? Where is everyone and are they still well?

His pants turned and echoed in a yelp - then a growl. He couldn't control it, it sank into his brain as he saw the glimmer of a blade shooting up this close to his face.

Gritting his teeth, his blue eyes shot up big. Frozen in place he looked up as the weapon was slowly withdrawn.

"...You don't have to be scared."

Link did not notice he was shaking.

Quickly he realized it was you, the 'traveler lady', as you kneeled down and took a good look at him. The young man was confused on how you kept calm as your hands gingerly grazed his fur. Your hands went down to his chained paw and a frown graced your face. "You poor thing. No wonder you are so terrified."

Link was hesitant but could not deny your guess.

Eagerly you tried to remove the chain, even if it did not affect him. Adamently working on it you suceeded even if it costed you time and tools...your gentle hands soothed the irritated skin with your own oilments that you carried.

"It's best if you don't go into the village. The children went missing...and the parents are distraught. You better go home to your own family, little one."

You gave one last pet and smiled as you returned to Ordon Village.

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You thought this would be last time you saw the curious wolf. Yet here he is, having trouble as he carried a wooden shield and hauling it through the dark. As the villagers investigated the strange sounds coming from him, you were quick to distract them. Swiftly hiding him behind a house, you ducked him down.

You ask him what he is doing here, take away the shield - which he fights against almost pleadingly - and shush him from the worried parents.

"Everyone's drowning in worry." You pet him up and down, whispering, "...I really hoped I could stay here for a while, get away from all this chaos outside. But even such a sweet village like this one gets attacked...kidnapping kids...and the Link fella is gone, too..." You trail off but try to smile as the wolf whimpers. Inhaling deeply and forcing a grin you drown him in pats and cuddles. "But don't worry...! I promised them to get the children back! I don't know where they are or where to start...but I'll get them back. I swear, Wolfie!" You laughed as you petted him more, which only made the animal grin. He had long sat down and listenend to your words.

Link was unsure if you were even real when he first saw you that night. The twilight blinded him as that Midna thing mockingly told him of the possible fate of his friends. The people, the spirits - they all whimpered as his sight, smell, touch and hearing changed. All that he knew was different and he might never turn back into the real Link.

You, this new and mysterious woman, were the only thing that seemed real to him. The blade you shoved into his snout, the paw you healed and your hands that combed through his fur - all of this were the only things that felt warm and familiar in this twilight. He hoped you'd be fine. If only he could turn back to his real self and help you. He'd feel better if he had you as a companion and not that shadow imp.

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Lake Hylia is grand, Death Mountain steep, and the castle town empty. It's strange to think that he is right here, seeing all the things you saw and encouraged him to. Though the circumstances turned out to be much more meaningful than a simple country pumpkin such as him could have ever imagined.

Midna was right, Hyrule is so close to its doom. All he wanted was to get back to the children and maybe meet you again as you were looking for them too. Though still as a wolf you left for your quest. And now here he is at Kakariko Village. Here to save the kids but to also have to climb Death Mountain first. It's what he as a 'chosen hero' has to do.

Still, he ignored Midna's request as his blue eyes wandered the dry and sandy place. Link found the children quickly and as they pointed to the an opening door, his face lit up. A familiar woman stepped out and he could see you squint your eyes in confusion while he ran up to you. Holding firmly on your arms you were first startled before the young man explained himself.

"Link? Oh, Link! I didn't recognize you, you're so green now!" You pointed out and he couldn't help but laugh. He told you of what happened and what he had to do.

"Are you sure you must? You went missing too, I mean you must be as confused as the kids. You don't have to force yourself if you were hurt as well." There was your concern again, the same one on that night. Even as he assured you, you offered to help but both of you decided that you stay with the children...even if he would have loved to have your company and spend some time together. He was sure you would be of great help and support.

"Well, Death Mountain is hot and dangerous but if you made it so far, you'll be fine. Might as well finally get to see it." You chuckled sheepishly, trying to lift the mood.

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He thought he'd be free from his curse already, the spirit said so. Promised him so but here he is back on all four paws with Midna dying on his back. His pants grew rapid, panicking as the shadow imp almost fell off when he acted to quickly and too carelessly.

What to do? Where to go? Midna is dying...and he is just some animal again! Stuck in this lake, in this desert! The night grows darker and the people more hollow. With a pounding heart he tried to sneak out of the Kakariko's cave first -

"Wolfie...?"

If it weren't for you again.

You knelt down to him as he anxiously turned his snout to his back. Carefully you took Midna, for who you mistook for some kind of baby. As you nervously tried to make sense of the situation, the wolf jumped at you, his eyes wide and bright with his paws on your shoulders as he barked and barked and barked. Please, please, please, do something as you did in Ordon. You have to, you must.

Link is useless like this.

"...Hey," Gingerly you cupped his cheek and wondered how a wolf could be getting misty-eyed. You wiped the fresh tears away. "Wolfie, Wolfie..." Whispering you lean his head against yours and onto your shoulder. You shush him as Midna lays on your lap, caressing his back as he ceased to shake. "You poor thing." Again, you said that again. Adjusting the creature on your lap, you wrapped your arms around the animal and nuzzled his fur. Your lips met his cheek and lingered there as you whispered; "You'll be fine. Everything's gonna be fine again, I promise you."

Link felt like crying again. You were the only one.

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Again, you were the only thing that seemed real as his existance as a wild animal.

Midna was the only one to talk to and her personality and motivation left a lot to be desired. She proved her heart was noble but that wouldn't deter her from her jabs. Link could only show his unrest through growls and yips, which she only brushed off with a roll of her eye and taps to his back to hurry up instead.

Even as he ran through the swamps and forest, the dead castle town and plateus, he could often sniff you from afar. Often you found yourself meeting up with the mysterious wolf and it was delightful after he got better. It was even more delightful for Link.

Whatever happened to the 'baby' was left as an enigma to you.

With a groan Midna would retreat into his shadow, mumbling how much time they are wasting again on his little, favorite human, as the wolf appraoched you with a wagging tail. Small recaps of your own adventures and a round of pats were always included.

You could be focused on a task at hand, fight off against monsters or ride through the meadow but the moment you noticed him you'd turn around and your lovely face would lit up. 'Wolfie!' You'd yell out and Link has grown to love no word more than this one. It felt a bit demeaning at the beginning but that just meant you always liked him from the start, right?

Liked him even while he is stuck in this hideous form. He didn't know how long he'd be stuck in there and if he will ever get his human form back, no matter how much Midna promised him, but at least, at least you were here. This wonderful woman with a smile that could rival the sun.

"You be careul on your way now, okay, Wolfie?" You chuckle as he barked in response, turned in a circle and jumped up on you again. His snout searched for your lips.

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You inhaled deeply. This must be...the third time now, if you aren't mistaken.

Castle town seemed dimmer and more hollow the last time you were here and while it was a firm reminder of how much you wanted to leave in the first place, something more sinister has entered this place recently and you can't shake it off. The town square is brimming with a hopeless crowd but you reckon you always hear a cheerful voice calling out to you. Often you find yourself turning around and seeing the image of a hand waving as green ghosts around and between the merchants. The calls seem to drown between the mumbles and even the bar, the one place still full of superficial but pleasant talks felt suffocating. As if entering the wide space was walking into a pair of arms squeezing you from both sides.

The woman behind the counter often raised her brow when you entered until one day she finally spoke up. Apparently somebody's been looking for their good friend, a beautiful gal and you fit the regular's description perfectly. From head to toe. With a worried tone that you couldn't hide, you told the barkeeper that you travel alone.

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Castle town became too asphyxiating, your gut feeling telling you to escape in a hurry to Kakariko village, to familiar faces. You still owed the Ordon elders the promise of returning their children unharmed, after all.

And so you did, pushing Colin out of the way and losing sight of the world as a monstrous goblin took ahold of you with the last thing you heard being aggressive galloping and your name screamed out.

Eyes shot awake as you tumbled to the ground, rolling away from the Elden bridge, coughing. Your arms were too weak as you shakily tried to sit up - the rest of the world blurry and dipped in twilight as more screams echoed about. Squinting, you turned around to see something akin to a giant boar falling down right after Link pulled his sword out of its abdomen. With a squishing sound the blinding blade was torn out of it, creating a bigger hole in its flesh. The cry was cut short as it fell to the ground and a pool of blood quickly tainted the rest of its body.

You let out a gasp and at the slightest sound, Link's ear twitched and he swiftly turned around, his face immediately morphing from a glare to a grin. Swinging the blood off his weapon, he rushed over to you and putting his sword back. He unwittingly created a small trail of blood after him. His bloodied arms shot out for you, supporting you as he sat you up. The young man started talking and gushing while you stared up at him, helplessly leaning on him while still beside yourself.

"...Link...?" "You're safe now." He instantly countered with a smile that was meant to reassure you. You swore his eyes were cold as he gave the final blow but now they are the softest you've ever seen. "I saw what you did, you saved Colin. That was so...amazing of you but you gave me a heart attack." Finally, you were able to slowly go back to your senses. "What? You weren't there..."

"Didn't you hear me call you?" You blinked and again, asked him what he meant. 'At Castle town', he grinned and said he saw you. You didn't hear him though. And when he arrived at Kakariko also you did not hear him.

"W-What...?" You let out but were shushed as your head was put on his shoulder. Closing his eyes as he combed through your hair and pressed you further into his body. "You'll be fine. Everything's gonna be fine again, I promise you." He shushed you again as you attempted to speak up and just nuzzled you.

It felt good to repay a favor, be the one who saved you this time. It felt just as good, if not a bit different, to have you in his arms, with him being your hero.

Not the other way around. Though he does not mind that.

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Colin's face soured as you explained yourself.

How could he not? A child that you promised to bring home watching you leave for an 'extended period of time' leaving all of Eldin to go to Ranelle. Far, far away.

The little tent you built yourself in the corner of Lake Hylia should be safe and hidden enough. Close enough for fish and far away from monsters. Yet just as you were about to lay down, you heard unusual bickering and turned around, only to once again meet green.

Letting out a yelp, you dropped your weapon in shock only for Link to bring his finger to his lips and shush you. He pointed to himself again and again that he was indeed Link. "What are you doing here?" You manage to let out as you calmed down, "I have to be here." He answered quickly yet you doubted that. "Why are you here? You just left and," He licked his lips, "I was worried about you!" He took a step closer before you could reply.

"It's dangerous to be alone out here. Especially for you, yer..." He couldn't help the grin, "You...you're a beautiful gal and it's best if you aren't alone...say, since we both are here, why don't we stick together? You offered me your help once and I always would have loved to have you with me for a bit..."

"How did you find me?" You took a step back and eyed your weapon on the ground. Link only looked confused. "I...saw you here on the way to the lake. It's easy to spot you." He chuckled sheepishly but you only shook your head and crossed your arms. "...No, thank you. I came here to...relax a bit. The recent events were...frightening."

"I can imagine," Once again his blue eyes softened and he neared you again, putting a hand on your cheek. He missed the way you twitched. "None of this is your responsibilty...yet you choose to help anyway. You're kind...and sweet as honey. That's so amazing of you." Link almost seemed mesmerized as his eyes narrowed. "But you'll have me...I can look out for you, I can protect you-"

"I won't go." You take his hand off your cheek and distance yourself again, finally having the courage to glare at him - in turn, he only looked more confused. "But why? You love Wolfie but when it comes to me, you vanish. Are you shyer around a human than an animal?" He tried to laugh it off even as he saw your face morphing into shock. Quickly you ask him with a stammering voice how he knows that but he seems to ignore it. "I am no different...you saved me a dozens of times! And I," He hesitates but lets it all go as he takes ahold of your shoulders, "I...I think I fancy you and I have been waitin' for so long to at least spend time with you! The only other times we see each other is when you don't understand me, when I'm just some wild beast!"

"But even then you seem like the only one who understood me, the only real one between all these ghosts! So, as payback, at least let me protect you...let me help you. We could be doin' this together."

Link wastes no time to shove you into his chest, into an embrace. He nuzzles your head and his lips met your temple. "I'll defeat the darkness and then we can see the rest of the world together, okay?"

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