#{ . meme response . } { he's salty because he always is BUT I AM NOT } | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

angerissue · 3 years

Photo

@swagvoidengineer asked... 26. Name a time your muse has felt proud of themselves and their accomplishments. From this headcanon meme. Open to everyone.

Bruce hasn't experienced many of these occasions. However, the most recent one was during his interaction with Tony Stark outside of the New York Sanctum, when they were preparing to fight Ebony Maw and Cull Obsidian in the streets. Bruce was going to use the Hulk, and Tony decided to equip his new nanotech armour. This was the first time that Bruce had seen the armour, but while someone else might've been fascinated and impressed by it, Bruce's reaction was more lukewarm and sedate. He was indeed curious about its smaller workings, but he wasn't profoundly impressed or boggled out of his mind, because he already understood how Tony had created many of the armour’s features.

Bruce could understand Tony’s armour because he’d already been using nanotech for some time. He began experimenting with it in 2013, after he gained employment with S.H.I.E.L.D. and learned that his transformations into the Hulk were now frequent and requisite. Nanotech became a means to reinforce his pants during the episodes and not worry about them breaking all the time, and since then, he has implemented this technology in all of his pants, and he's tweaked the formula for use in numerous other inventions.

Moreover... This was a validating and proud moment for Bruce because, when Tony revealed the new armour, he noticed just how little mystery there was in it. His own tech had become so advanced that in the process, he'd solved many problems that Tony had only just uncovered and addressed. By extension, Bruce's nanotech must have been on the same level as Tony's own, if not on a higher level, at least in some sense.

At this time, Bruce was giving himself such a pat on the back that he even allowed himself to feel a bit lofty toward Tony. He doesn't usually feel this way because he has a very pronounced sense of humbleness, but it was one of those rare occasions, and he let himself relish it.

Even if, like a gentleman, he didn’t openly show it.

But this wasn't just about Bruce and Tony in a vacuum. In a manner of speaking, it was also a poignant bookend for the hardships and tribulations in Bruce's rearview mirror. Back when Gamma Pulse went to hell in a handbasket, Bruce didn't have the opportunity to flex his scientific muscles for seven years afterward; his work needed to be put on indeterminate hold because he was desperate to cure himself and avoid Ross, and because he didn't have access to resources or funding anyhow. This was a huge impediment to the plans, and overall road map, he’d envisioned for himself and his career.

Only after gaining control of the Hulk did he finally resume his work, and since then, he’d been trying to make up for lost time. At this point, Tony came into the picture in a big way because he was a stationary, constant target for Bruce to measure himself against, and to see how much progress he'd made in relation to someone of a similar acumen as himself. Surprisingly, this was not a new thing for the doctor — Tony had actually been a litmus test and source of comparison for decades, ever since Bruce entered high school and learned about Tony in the newspaper. Back then, he'd seen Tony's potential for achievements and used it to motivate himself, and push himself to do as much as possible. He continued to draw comparisons once he resumed his work at S.H.I.E.L.D..

This extensive, if not one-sided, history between Bruce and Tony made his realization about the armour all the more tangible. It made it all the more rewarding. It made him feel like he’d truly overcome his earlier setbacks, and like he’d finally realigned himself in a way that bore real results. Because when one thinks about it, a moment like this had been decades in the making.

The occasion becomes even more profound when we remember that Bruce's father was Brian, who was abusive and always claimed he would turn out to be a worthless monster. As a consequence of this, Bruce learned to pin his self-worth on something he believed could eventually garner Brian's approval, by means of proving him wrong somehow. For Bruce, this was academic and career success. So it was a massive and soul-sucking blow when the accident happened and cut his career short. He did have some successes before the accident, certainly, including his research on positrons — but this didn't lessen the blow at all. In fact, it was arguably worse than if Banner had never earned those accolades in the first place, because he retained the perspective of how good everything used to be for him. If he'd never earned those accolades, he would've lacked the perspective to know what he'd lost. Needless to say, regressing like this was difficult for him. What he perceived to be his entire purpose and source of worth had been snuffed out and invalidated. If he couldn’t work or achieve things, he couldn’t impress Brian, and he would essentially be worthless.

This was how he felt after the accident. In his eyes, he had failed, and he had nothing going for himself.

(This may also explain why he was so feverish about ridding himself of his condition for years after the accident happened — just like how maintaining a steady course in his career was important to him, returning to that course once he was kicked out was also tantamount.)

So when Bruce felt satisfied with his tech after seeing Tony's own, his existence was validated again. He genuinely felt like he could hold his own regarding his scientific prowess, and more poignantly, like he could waltz up to Brian and tell him just how wrong his predictions were.

I’ll also address, as a side note... This moment does seem frivolous in comparison to other moments in Bruce's life, like the times he defeated prominent enemies such as Ultron and Thanos. However, while Bruce did experience some amount of pride and gratification during these events, it was overshadowed by the notion that defeating these foes was, simply put, the right thing to do. In his eyes, he wasn't going above and beyond by responding to these threats, because it was something that anyone with his capabilities had a moral responsibility to do. It wasn’t something he could boast about.

Not only this, but it was the Avengers teams that had shit the bed and caused the messes with Ultron and Thanos in the first place — or at the very least, allowed the messes to get worse. This limited the amount of pride and gratification Bruce could feel too. For instance, Bruce felt guilty during the last battle with Thanos because he believed there must've been a way to stop Thanos in the previous battle, but he was too inept to see it. And when it comes to Ultron, Bruce had been on board with the project, so it was partially his fault that Ultron hurt so many people. He is painfully aware of that.

#( answered. )#( meme response. )#( headcanon. )#swagvoidengineer #bruce banner #thanks for the submission - i hope this was worth the wait!#full disclosure... i always laugh at how bruce decided to actually hulk out instead of just using his shield.#because his shield alone was more than enough to protect him and smack around the bad guys.#his decision to hulk out instead was 100% a 'fuck you' to strange and an attempt to make him feel awkward lmao.#as in... hey strange remember how you shot me into space and i came back?#see how scary and strong i am? consider yourself lucky i spared you last time.#and let this be a warning not to try that again.#salty eye contact was definitely exchanged i'm sure of it.#also... i find it kinda awesome how bruce actually killed cull obsidian.#he was the hulk but he was still getting overwhelmed at one point #but instead of using the shield to defend himself as he'd always done #he made the split second decision to use it as a weapon #turning it into a spear and sending it straight through cull.#maybe he only got this idea because he was the hulk at the time #ie. he was thinking less conservatively and more offensively #but whatever the reason i just love it.#and... lastly...#1) yes i made a subtle jab at canon in the first paragraph and i'm not sorry.#2) no this bruce has never been inside the hulkbuster because there's never been a reason for it.#and 3) just like his magic pants bruce's secret identity is still intact and will forever be intact thank you.

7 notes · View notes

we-have-bangtan · 3 years

Text

Again.

Pairing: Doctor! Yoongi x Patient! Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Crack (??), Ex's, smut

Warning: Swearing, smut (just an old memory)

Synopsis: When Yn is forced to go to the hospital after falling down the stairs of her office. The doctor who was to attend to her was none other than her ex-boyfriend Min Yoongi.

A/n: let me know if you like it! And give me a reblog to support me!!!

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

_______________________________________________________

Yn turned over onto her back, her eyes still closed. She wondered silently why her normally soft bed was hard today. With another roll, she landed with a thud on the cold, hard floor, jolting her awake.

When the blinding lights of the room filled her vision, she suddenly regretted opening her eyes. She sat on the floor, rubbing her eyes to clear the sleep from them, oblivious to the drool on her chin. Her eyes opened in confusion when she saw the IV line on her wrist, her gaze following the line, attached to a bottle mounted onto an IV stand.

She sprang to her feet immediately, taking in her surroundings: the IV stand, the white bed, white walls, the hand sanitizer mounted on the wall, the white floor tiles, and the white blinds that kept the sunshine out.

A hospital? She guessed as she took in all the equipment, the machines that beeped every few seconds were a dead giveaway. Is this a private room? She asked herself, trying to find any clue which hospital this was when the door swung open.

Min Yoongi entered the room, wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope around his neck. He walked over to her side and encouraged her to take a seat on the bed.

"Where am I?" Despite the fact that she already knew the answer, she inquired. "Take a wild guess," Yoongi replied dryly as he flipped through the papers on his clipboard. Yn racked her brain for the name of the hospital; she was certain she knew which one Yoongi had been working at, but her mind was blank, displaying only a buffering page similar to that of a 2004 Dell laptop.

"Did you really hit your head that hard?" Yoongi said what he was thinking, a little concerned for her safety. "Do you have a headache? Can you recall what you ate for breakfast or what happened just before you passed out? "He questioned.

"My head hurts a bit, so for breakfast, I had cinnamon crunch with milk, and lunch I had a sandwich. Walking down the stairs is the last thing I recall," She responded. All of her responses matched what her coworkers had told them, leading Yoongi to believe that Yn simply didn't know where he worked and that her head was okay.

He was irritated that Yn had no idea where he worked, but he forced his resentment to the back of his mind before informing her that she was in a private room at Asan Medical Centre in Seoul. "Wait, are you serious?" She yelled as she struggled to get out of bed.

"Yes, seriously," he explained, forcing her back onto the bed "You fell down the stairs in your office and one of your colleagues brought you in; you were unconscious for 5 hours; you will need to stay the night so we can run some tests on you; you will need to stay the night so we can run some tests on you," he added. "Why on earth do you have no idea I work at Asan?"He demanded once he was done briefing her.

"I would have noticed if you hadn't blocked me on all your social media pages," Yn said after some thought. She hisses, reminding him why she was blocked in the first place. "I wouldn't have had to block you if you hadn't started tagging me in those dumb Facebook memes," he retorted as he paging one of the nurses to come to change the IV bag.

"Is there something bothering you? Aside from your head," Yoongi inquired, reaching for his fancy click pen, which Yn had given him in college. "You still use that?" She inquired, her gaze falling on the royal blue color of the pen, the brand name has faded over time. He calmly replied, "I started using it once I got my residence, now answer the question."

To search for any injury, Yn moved her limbs around, starting with her feet. She turned them around to look for any discomfort before moving on to her legs, which were still perfect. She eventually tested her shoulders and despite her best efforts, winced in pain as she raised her left shoulder.

"Left shoulder, okay. Do you feel nauseous?" Yn shook her head as Yoongi asked more.

"Any ringing in your ears?"

"Nope"

"Is that gray hair on your head?" Yn interjected, pointing to a few strands at the start of Yoongi's hairline. He dismissed her and instead scribbled a note on his clipboard.

"OK, so you don't have any concussion symptoms, your hearing is good, and you're not feeling dizzy and your eyesight is better than ever before considering the fact that you could pick out my gray hair from that far. We still have some blood work to do and I'm putting you on observation tonight in case any symptom pops up, you're free to go home after that," Yoongi informed.

He reasoned that saying anything else would be unprofessional of him. Heading for the door when, "Yah, why am I in a private room in the first place?" Yn intervened, preventing him from leaving. Yoongi replied, turning around to face her, "I figured it would be more convenient for you."

"Bruh, do you have any idea how broke I am," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her stomach. "I ain't a hotshot doctor to be able to afford a private room in Asan Medical Centre," she sneered. "Who said something about you paying?" asked Yoongi. As he returned to her side. "So, who is going to foot the bill? You? " She inquired, he nodded, causing her jaw to drop. She was perplexed by his words and asked, "Why would you do that?" "What good is it to be a hotshot doctor?" He shrugged.

The mental picture of a very sleepy and confused Yn, with her hair all tangled up and a tiny spot of drool on her face had made him soft, and there was no stopping his heart from falling head over heels for her all over again as he walked out of the room, the smile he had been battling slowly crept into place...

Yoongi peeked into Yn's room after his shift, his shoulders slouching from the stress of his job. He had his coat and stethoscope wrapped over his arm, his hair slightly damp from the shower he had taken, his white t-shirt clinging to his body.

When they were dating, one of Yn's 'rules' was that if he wanted to get close to her, he had to shower after returning from the hospital because she hated the scent of antiseptic. With the scent of antiseptic all over her, he wondered how she was doing.

He discovered her in bed, knees drawn up to her stomach, phone in hand, the screen almost brushing her nose as she mindlessly scrolled through Instagram. Her food, which had been left on the side table, had not been touched.

He warned, walking into the room, "You'll go blind if you keep doing that." Yn's head snapped up at his voice but calmed down when she saw who it was. He drew up a stool next to the bed and checked what Yn had received from the hospital. Soup, kimchi, rice, and pickled radishes were served on the side (Yn hated those). "Is the food not to your liking?" Concerned about her dietary habits, he inquired.

"They don't have any salt or spice," she replied as she stowed her phone. Yoongi grimaced after taking a sip of the soup. There was no salt or pepper and was as bland as raw tofu.

"SEE!!" Yn screamed, delighted that she had been proven right, but Yoongi, not one to concede defeat, put on a display. "How come it's so salty?" His face scrunched up in exaggeration as he groaned. "Stop acting, I can see right through you," Yn said, raising an eyebrow to call him out on his nonsense.

"All right, fine, you're right," Yoongi conceded as Yn yanked the sheets off herself and reached for his shoulders. He thought it was strange, but didn't say anything when she gently rubbed the spot near his collar, the tension in his shoulders dissipating as she applied pressure. He'd always thought Yn had magical hands. It felt like a miracle to have her hands on him again, something he had never expected to feel again.

"Can you tell me what I can do to get you to order me a plate of jjajangmyeon?" Yn asked. Yoongi thought, Darn it, I knew it was a trap, but he was too relaxed to say no. As she worked out the knots in his muscles, he melted under Yn's touch. She was no longer connected to the IV, enabling her to freely move about the room.

"I knew you were only in it for food," he chuckled, moving away from her to grab his phone from his coat, "What else did you think I was in it for?" Yn jested, playing along as she massaged his shoulders.

"Only jjajangmyeon?" He questioned, scrolling through the options, Yn looking at the phone from over his shoulder. "Order some side dishes too," she added, Yoongi let out a groan when Yn put pressure on THE SPOT at the back of his shoulder blade, the sound making Yn blush. "Stop that, people will think we're filing a porno," Yn scolded lightheartedly, continuing her ministering.

"I don't think we need to film any more of those, I have a whole collection already," Yoongi teased. His gummy smile showing up when he felt Yn's hand round his throat, threatening to choke him. "I think it's the other way round," he scoffed. His heart going into dangerous territory.

Yoongi remembered the night he had discovered Yn's choking kink, it had been a very eventful night. He had just come back home from the hospital when he had heard moaning coming from his bedroom, he had walked inside, totally unprepared for the breathtaking view that awaited him.

Watching porn wasn't considered cheating by Yoongi as long as Yn showed him what she was watching so he knew what they were getting into. When he walked in on Yn in his rotating chair, her legs spread out on the armrest, touching herself to a film about choking, he was pleasantly surprised. He went up behind her softly and wrapped his fingers around her throat, not putting much pressure. When Yn groaned for him, he felt himself harden in his pants and murmured, "You like that baby."

"Stop imagining it," Yn snapped, pushing away from Yoongi, "How do you expect me to just stop, those were some great moments of my life," he chuckled when his phone rang. It had something to do with the meal. He went to get the dinner by himself, leaving Yn alone.

When he returned with her dinner, he delivered it to her before saying his goodbyes and preparing to leave. "Enjoy your meal and get some sleep," he added as he gathered his belongings. "Where are you going?" Yn inquired. "Home??" Yoongi answered, taking his phone from the table when Yn stopped him. "Did you have dinner?" she asked, opening up the takeout box to reveal a generous serving of jjajangmyeon.

"Not yet, I was planning on getting some on the way," He answered, waiting for Yn to say anything. "Then you should stay and give me some company, it's not like I can finish all this on my own," She mumbled. "You sure?" Yoongi confirmed, taking his place on the chair as Yn grabbed the chopsticks from the bedside table, letting him have the wooden chopsticks that the restaurant provides.

They both dug into the meal, savoring every mouthful. In the otherwise peaceful hospital, just the sound of them slurping their noodles and the beep of the monitors could be heard. The majority of the patients were fast asleep, and those who were awake were taking special precautions to avoid making any noise.

Yn was the one who broke the stillness by inquiring about Holly. He said, licking his lips to get rid of the sauce, "She's good, I got her a ribbon for her ears the other day." He was intrigued about Yn's cranky cat, Buster, who had scratched Holly once. Yoongi's heart dropped to his stomach as Yn replied, "We had to put him down."

Although he was simply a large, sluggish cat who refused to get his butt off the window pane, Buster had been Yn's pride and joy, her support system. "That must have been difficult," Yoongi paused, unsure of how to express his condolences.

"It had to be done; he was in a lot of agony," Yn shrugged, shaking her head to clear her mind. "How are the boys doing? I haven't seen them since we broke up" Yoongi's six other friends were the subject of Yn's inquiry. He assured her everyone was ok. "You might see Jungkook tomorrow," he said, explaining that he had taken the day off today. "Does Jungkookie work here?" Yn inquired, quite surprised by the information. "Yes, he's an intern trying to get his residence, surprising isn't it," Yoongi admitted.

Yn burped after she finished her dinner, making Yoongi laugh at how cute she looked. Once Yn had freshened up, Yoongi said, "Ok, now that you've finished eating, I'll go home, and YOU'LL go to sleep." "You always leave," Yn remarked, rolling her eyes. The words weighed heavy on his mind as he tucked her in. On his way out, he turned out the light and gave her one last look before walking away.

Yoongi slouched his shoulders again once he was in his car. The words Yn had just said reverberated in his mind. Since he had broken up with Yn, the words "You always leave" had tormented him. He had been in love with her, yet he was the one who had abandoned her. NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND, HE LEFT HER. It was painful to recall the details of their breakup.

Yn crying into his chest, asking why she wasn't enough. Him holding her as fiercely as he could, not knowing if he'd ever get another chance. His cowardice had broken both of them that night. He'd run away from one of the most precious part of his life, and he still regrets it.

They had broken up because of him. Yoongi always believed Yn deserved someone better than him, she was too good for him. She had yelled at him when he had told her that. Saying that it was her who got to decide who was worth her time and affection, and if h really thought h didn't deserve her then maybe he should make himself deserving, she had said that that was the solution for Yoongi's thoughts, breaking up was not the solution, but he was stubborn as a mule, refusing to see how he was destroying both of them and everything they had.

And now here he was, striving to be less of a wimp than he had been all those years before. He remembered how enraged the boys had been when he told them what he'd done. "Have you gone insane?" All Yoongi could do was nod when Jin Hyung asked. Yes, he'd gone nuts, which was why he'd been insane enough to let her go. He had no problem admitting it.

He cruised around the deserted roads, far too late in the evening for anyone to be out. He considered calling Jin hyung for advice, but he opted against it because he assumed he was already in bed. For the rest of the night, he was alone with his thoughts, his mind eating away at him, keeping him awake at night, tossing and turning in bed, contemplating what they could have been if he hadn't been a coward.

The next morning was the same as any other, the only difference being the speed of Yoongi's car when he was on his way to the office. The usual 60km/h had escalated to 80km/h and he was certainly a little too excited for someone who was going to be at the hospital for the next 18 hours.

He was walking up the corridor to Yn's room after exiting the elevator on the third level when he heard screams. "MOVE, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY PEOPLE!" shouted Yn as Jungkook pushed her wheelchair down the slanted corridor quicker.

What the fuck!!, Yoongi thought as he saw Jungkook climb onto the wheelchair's back supports, watching in horror as the two of them laughed and giggled their way down the corridor at full speed (which wasn't much speed btw), completely disregarding the 'no noise' and 'no running' placards which were stuck to the wall.

He quickly stepped in the way, feeling a little sense of joy watching Jungkook's eyes widen in fright. Bringing the wheelchair to a screeching halt a few inches away from Yoongi. "Good morning, Hyung!!" he said cheerfully as if he hadn't just broken every regulation in the hospital.

"Can you tell me what you're up to?" His gaze fell on Yn, who appeared to be having the time of her life. "Relax, Yoongo-boongo," Yn remarked. Yoongi frowned at the old nickname, which he had pleaded with Yn to abandon.

"This is risky, you know," Yoongi said, "especially since you wounded your shoulder," He added, quick to understand that Jungkook had no idea about Yn's wounded shoulder. "You hurt your shoulder?!?" the younger one screamed. Yn scowled at Yoongi for giving up that knowledge so easily. Yoongi justified himself by saying, "Don't look at me like that, he was going to find out regardless."

"Yes, but you didn't have to tell him so early, now he won't let me have any fun." She whined, Yoongi scoffed at that, "he isn't supposed to make you have 'fun', he'd supposed to take you to get your x-ray done, it's on the first floor."

Yn pouted as Jungkook nodded at the instructions, pushing the wheelchair with Yn still in it towards the elevator. "Without the wheelchair," Yoongi clarified, making Jungkook pout as well, helping Yn out of the wheelchair.

They both sulked like kicked puppies in the elevator and Yoongi could not stand it. "Ok, fine, take the freaking wheelchair, but just be careful." he said, finally giving in. The two of them gave him bright smiles. Yn sat back in the wheelchair just as the elevator door slid open and Jungkook rolled Yn out.

They're fortunate. Yoongi thought to himself as he went about his rounds that Namjoon owned the hospital. While Yn was getting her x-ray, he checked in with his patients. Yn had a good night's sleep and awoke fairly early, according to the nurse in charge of her surveillance. She felt a minor headache, but nothing else was wrong with her. Only the shoulder was a big issue, and they were unable to determine what was causing the pain.

It took 2 hours for Yoongi to check up on all his patients and meet with a few others in the clinic when Jungkook barged into Yoongi's office with an envelope. "Jungkook you can't just barge in like that," Yoongi groaned as he quickly gave the patient their prescription before sending them out. Telling the receptionist to not send any more patients, he turned all his attention to Kook.

"Now, what's wrong?" He asked, spinning in his chair to face the intern. "Noona's reports are here" Jungkook informed, holding out the envelope. "So fast?" Yoongi questioned. It usually took a day or two for the reports and none of the radiologists took Jungkook seriously, dismissing him as just an intern. He found it suspicious that they had given the reports back so early.

"Namjoon hyung was there for an inspection, he got it done when he saw noona," Jungkook said with a cheeky grin. Yoongi nodded at the explanation. Namjoon always had a soft spot for Yn regardless of if Yn and he were together. He pulled out the reports, scanning through them. "Where is Yn now?" He asked, putting the reports back inside. Jungkook informed that Namjoon had taken her to her room, playing along with Yn's wheelchair drama.

Yoongi rolled his eyes at that, but Jungkook didn't miss the quiver of his lips. Jungkook followed Yoongi upstairs to Yn's room, where they found Yn squishing Namjoon's cheeks. Jungkook joined them, laughing, and Yn hastily let Namjoon free. "So, Doctor, what do you have to say?" Yn asked as Namjoon got out of the chair, rubbing his red-tinged cheeks.

"You must slow down with the usage of your shoulder. You appear to be putting a lot of tension on it; fortunately, it's only strain and nothing dangerous." Yoongi said, instructing Yn to apply heat and ice packs to the affected area. "Are you going to issue me a leave sick note?" Yn inquired as she got out of bed.

"Nope, you can go back to work just fine as long as you don't do any heavy lifting," Yoongi said, scribbling something on a piece of paper. "Yah, Yoongi-ah pleaseeeee write me a sick note," Yn pleaded as she searched for the t-shirt she had worn when she had come into the hospital yesterday. "Nope, and are you really going to wear that?" He asked, surprised that Yn hadn't called anyone to come to pick her up.

"Yeah, I need to head home," Yn answered, gathering her things, "Wait, you can't wear that, I have a spare shirt in my office I'll get that," Yoongi said, getting out of the chair while Namjoon and Jungkook exchanged knowing looks.

"We'll get it hyung, don't worry," Jungkook assured, dragging Namjoon with him. The two of them got into the elevator before spilling the tea. "He is SO whipped!" Jungkook exclaimed, pushing the button to go downstairs. "So is she and did you know Yoongi hyung was footing her bill and he got her a private room?" Namjoon asked, amazed at the extent his extremely tsundere hyung was going to for Yn. "He's pretty much in love all over again, and the nurse said that Yoongi hyung spent more than an hour in noona's room," Jungkook informed with a giddy smile.

"Jin hyung NEEDS to know about this," Namjoon exclaimed but made no move to call their hyung, quickly going to Yoongi's office and grabbing the gray FG shirt which was in his locker before going back upstairs.

As soon as the boys returned to the room, Yn grabbed the t-shirt. She hurriedly removed the hospital gown she had been compelled to wear. Yoongi was quick to respond, instantly stepping in front of Yn so the two younger men wouldn't get a glimpse of his lovely ex's exquisite body, and only pulling away once Yn was covered in his shirt.

"You didn't have to do that, I was wearing a tank top beneath," Yn said, tucking the shirt's hem into the jeans she had worn the day before. "For safety reasons," Yoongi shrugged, avoiding eye contact as though it weren't a big concern that he was covering up his ex. Namjoon's sniggering at the entrance went unnoticed.

"Noona how are going home?" Jungkook asked, checking the time realizing it was his lunch break. "I'll take a cab, don't worry," she assured, grabbing her phone and keys from the bedside table. "I'll drop you home, it'll be hard to get a cab at this time over here," Yoongi said, following after her into the hallway as Jungkook and Namjoon watched.

As she approached the elevator, Yn commented, not really trying to stop Yoongi from coming with her, "There's a thing called uber Yoongi, I'm sure I'll catch a cab." "Jesus woman, will you ever accept aid without a fight?" Yoongi moaned as he snatched her wrist and brought her downstairs to get his keys.

"Aish is so stubborn," Yn grumbled as she trailed behind him, her hand slipping into Yoongi's. They didn't seem to be aware that they were holding hands.

"Jin hyung will be so happy hearing about this," Jungkook exclaimed, watching Yn and Yoongi argue like an old, married couple while holding hands as they went to the hospital parking lot.

"They look cute, 10$ that they get back together by the end of the month," Namjoon bet, moving away from the window of the private room. "Hyung, you literally own the hospital, I'm just a flimsy intern, how could you expect me to pay 10$," Jungkook whined making Namjoon laugh as Yoongi’s car spedmout of the driveway.

__________________________

329 notes · View notes

pumpkinpaix · 3 years

Note

*waves* Hi! New(ish) follower, I followed for your posts about translation which are beautiful (especially the one about the imagery of "Zewu-jun") and thought-provoking; I don't have a good segue so here are some Salty Asks I'd like to know your answers to concerning MDZS: 5, 9, 10, 12, 23

oh, that’s so sweet of you!! thank you I’m really happy you enjoyed them 💛

okay salt incoming let’s see--all opinions are my own, no one has to agree with me, etc! and in true cyan fashion, this ask meme response actually needs a readmore l m a o

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

fandom has not ruined any ships in mdzs for me, but it has made me way more critical of both wangxian and xicheng interpretations. not in the sense that like, I think they are bad! i love wangxian and xicheng, but I have very very specific feelings about them that I rarely see reflected in popular fandom interpretations. (because i am a picky bitch lol)

wangxian tends to get the “they did no wrong and their love is righteous” treatment which I find disingenuous and believe directly contradicts the point of mdzs. i think that wangxian is fundamentally a very selfish relationship, and that that is, in fact, a good thing. i love that about them. i care so much about the assertion that your desires do not have to be perfect and righteous to still matter and be worthwhile. i don’t understand the impulse to make wangxian into a pure ship that triumphs and “deserves” a happy ending because they were right all along. I always felt like the entire point of mdzs was that--you can be the most terrible person, you can do unspeakable harm, and still be loved and deserving of that love. i think wangxian is compelling and moving specifically for that reason, and I often have to back out of interpretations that don’t acknowledge it in the way that i want them to. a lot of interpretations tend to idealize wwx and lwj in ways that I disagree with, and I’ve seen a lot of vitriolic pushback over anything that’s seen as even vaguely critical of either of them, when the point isn’t that “wwx/lwj is a bad person because he is selfish” the point is that “wwx/lwj’s choices are selfishly motivated” -- that’s not meant to be a value judgment, at least for me.

(i understand that a lot of this has to do with CQL’s influence, in which wangxian IS narratively rewarded for their righteousness, but as I’ve discussed at length, I think that positioning undermines what makes mdzs so powerful to me in the first place. not that i don’t love CQL!! i do love CQL--they have made a beautiful thing within the constraints that they had. but I think the novel is much stronger thematically.)

as for xicheng: i think that their relationship could be extraordinarily interesting if done in specific ways--I do not think they are well-suited to each other at any point in the canon timeline, but that they could be something really good maybe 10 years post-canon. I used to really like the idea of xicheng romantically, but as time goes on, I’m leaning harder into friendship. I think they have a lot of uniquely shared life experiences, and that it would be really good for both of them to have a person that they knew understood those experiences intimately: the pressures of leading a sect before adulthood, the grief of losing your family in a massacre and being unable to save them, the betrayal of someone who was once so close to you--that’s a lot. and i think there are very few people in their generation who could truly understand that. (for this reason, I also think lxc and xxc would be a very interesting relationship to see many many years post-canon, if xxc were ever revived) but during canon? no, absolutely not. i don’t think lxc has the slightest interest in jc, and i don’t think jc is particularly moved by lxc either, beyond a distant “yeah i mean, he’s the first jade everyone loves him sure moving on” kind of way. they both have their own shit to deal with, and before lxc’s seclusion and also before the core reveal, i think jc is too angry and vicious for lxc and lxc is too soft and toothless for jc. for someone to really convince me on xicheng, jc has to move towards some kind of self-forgiveness and peace and lxc has to move towards self-assertion. then I think they can meet somewhere in the middle of all that.

and like, it’s not that i won’t read silly fluffy aus or like canonverse stuff with them in a ship, but i admit that because it’s grown so popular but not at all in the ways that i personally want, I’m frustrated with and have retreated from reading it. unless it’s done in the specific way i like, it has too much of a pair the spares vibe for me to get behind it anymore.

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

jin guangshan, obvious reasons, next

ok well, i guess to elaborate even slightly: jin guangshan, to me, is the embodiment of the systems within mdzs that cause tragedy. he and chang ci’an are similar in that respect? like, the callousness with which they treat people they consider beneath them. what is nothing to them is ruinous for another, but why should they care? but jgs really had every advantage handed to him and chose to use that advantage to hurt others in really insidious ways and i can’t forgive that. jin zixun is also on this list, but like, still ahead of jgs bc he’s younger. -_- i suppose in that respect, i also very much dislike chang ci’an, but that’s a bit harder to quantify, given that we know almost nothing about him.

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

huh. uhhhh. i think i actually really like all of them? in the novel anyways. if we’re talking CQL, yin iron plot ugh.

12. Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

I think for similar reasons to 10, not really! I don’t see a lot of hate for any specific plot arc. Oh, maybe the incense burners? I completely unironically love those. people rag a lot on mxtx’s smut, but it’s very important to me for a number of like, personal mental health reasons lol.

23. Unpopular character you love?

xue yang! i think xue yang’s character raises a very interesting point about equivalent justice that kinda gets swept away in all the uhhhh murder. and it’s a point that has really big thematic repercussions, I think? but the way it’s worded makes it very easy to dismiss.

very briefly: xue yang is right when he says that 50 lives cannot pay back his finger, because there is nothing that can pay back that finger. no vengeance or sentence visited upon chang ci’an will ever be equal to the injustice that he visited upon xue yang. i think there’s a bit of naivety in the way xxc says “why didn’t you cut off his finger then? or his whole arm, if that wasn’t enough?” and the answer I think is very obvious--xy cutting off cca’s finger would not in any way be the same kind of trauma that xy losing his finger was, esp if chang ci’an knew who xue yang was. there would be an understanding in that: i am losing my finger because this man blames me for the loss of his finger. but to xue yang, a 7 year old? the pain he experienced was completely senseless and cruel and terrifying.

does that mean xue yang was justified? no jesus christ, but i do think it ties very neatly into the general themes of what it means to get vengeance, what it means to get justice, and how cycles of trauma eventually end. so i love him for that.

on a lesser note, but a similar one: i rather like su she, I think. there is something about like, jgy’s “all i had to do was remember his name and he was willing to die for me” that gets to me. there’s a huge tragedy in that somewhere.

wow i have no idea if any of that was coherent im very sleepy

salt asks

#cyan gets too deep in the weeds #ask meme #mdzs #rip i hate that the 5 tags thing doesn't work anymore rip to me i guess #the untamed #nice people saying nice things #ajax-daughter-of-telamon #asks and replies

183 notes · View notes

purrincess-chat · 3 years

Text

Lol, so the breakup happening this episode is kind of embarrassing for me. A friend of mine on the inside told me months ago that the rival ships were breaking up this season, but they didn’t say when. I sincerely thought we’d have to suffer through most of this season, and even though there were teasings of a breakup in the trailers, I honestly thought it was a red-herring. I feel like I got caught with my pants down with this whole breakup party, but ya know, we can still do our best.

That being said, I thought I’d give my two cents on the situation at large that has erupted from this episode. I’ve pulled way back from this fandom, so most of what I’ve seen has been from friends relaying what’s going on or the couple times I’ve peeked in the tag today. And I mean, if you’re a blue stan, I’m not gonna tell you not to be mad because even I thought they’d have more episodes as a couple. In fact, I was specifically dreading it. Me and a couple other blue stan skeptic friends have been talking all week like, “Nah, they’re not really gonna breakup. It’d be funny, but nahhh, they’re not gonna breakup” So imagine my surprise when I woke up at 6am and open my notifications to find messages from my friends being like YOOOOOO.

I know I said previously that I wasn’t going to watch s4 until the very end, but what I really meant was, “I’m not watching s4 until the blue ship sinks.” Mostly because I thought it would be mid-season at least. Now that it sunk in episode 1, I don’t really know what to do now. I was kind of looking forward to just working on my fic backlog. Which, like, I’ll still do that, but wow. Here we are. Episode 1.

I know the purpose of this breakup bash is to drink the blue stan tears, and I am still going to do that, but damn. The writers really did that. Do I think it’s hilarious? Naturally. Am I surprised? Honestly, not as much as I thought I’d be? I mean, the writing of this show is absolute dogshit. I know I haven’t said that in a while because I just started ignoring all of the flaws in canon and taking the tiny nuggets I enjoyed like a raccoon, but it really is awful. Am I still gonna watch until the very end? You bet your sweet ass I’m gonna see my children get together and thrive. It’s what I’ve been waiting for since s1. But deep down in my heart of hearts, I will always believe that the writing of this show could have been astronomically better. I know it’s not all the writer’s fault. I know some of it is executive meddling. But even that only accounts for so much.

I find it rather interesting that a lot more people have been ‘oh boohoo poor blue boy’ when like? The fucking protagonist had no choice? She has so much on her plate, she doesn’t have the energy to devote to a relationship right now. That was the point of the episode. And the people on the opposite end of the spectrum going, “buhh, she can’t have anything nice” are also missing a huge point too. Neither side really has her best interest at heart, you’re all just salty shippers who are mad your ship didn’t sail like you wanted. And tbh? I’m glad it didn’t, and not just because I’m not a fan of the blue ship.

She has a lot on her plate right now. In earlier seasons her stans were practically begging for her to become the Guardian, and guess what? That job comes with responsibility. Her identity is even more crucial now because if she gets discovered, so does the box! Canon finally gave her something not tied to a boy, and now her so called stans are mad that canon isn’t tying her to a boy?? That she is getting something for herself?

“Buhh, but she doesn’t have anyone to lean on now-”

Bitch, she can buy some Kleenex! She wouldn’t have been able to lean on him, and yall know it. That was the whole point of this episode. Her identity and double life are something she would have to keep from him at all costs! And as we can see, she wasn’t able to manage her double life AND a relationship. She would have been a shit girlfriend, and it wouldn’t have been her fault. What’s more important? The fate of the world? Or her getting to bang a dude? You guys just want her to have a yes man who does anything she says, and she doesn’t need it. That’s not empowering. It’s selfish.

I, for one, am happy that they decided not to stick her in a relationship right now. She needs time to herself. Time to figure out her new position. Time to figure out who she is without being attached to a boy. If I see one more of her “stans” crying about how she has to suffer, I’m going to scream. She doesn’t need a boy. Honestly, them not sticking her with the blue one is the first female empowering thing this show has done in a long ass time. Because she doesn’t need a boy to save her and wipe her tears and give her booboo kisses. At the end of the day, you people upset by that aren’t her stans anymore. You’re stans of the ship. If it was really about her happiness, you’d accept that the relationship wasn’t it right now and be happy that maybe now she can focus on herself. A whole season of her running around with the kwamis and figuring out who she is and what she wants now with her new responsibilities? Um, yes, please?? Because idk if you’ve realized, but she said she can’t have a boyfriend at the end. That includes the one you all hate too.

Ugh, this fandom is so exhausting. Every day I’m reminded of why I stay out of it now. Why I just post my shit here and mind my business. After tonight’s party, I will do my damndest not to ever mention the blue ship or the blue one on this blog again. I’m going to forget it exists. Tonight is my blue salt swan song, I guess you could say. Tomorrow, I’m not even going to know who he is. So enjoy my memes.

#cats breakup bash #blue one salt #cat salts

30 notes · View notes

inmemoratum-blog · 7 years

Note

▄ [ Joke: "How do skeletons send their letters? ... By bony express!" ]

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse — || Accepting

▄ = telling them a joke .

“What in Naga’s name made you think wasting my time with some inane joke was a good idea?” He’d probably missed something; everything short of war and strategy tended to be lost on him when his nose was constantly shoved in some complex tome or a detailed map of the location of their next battle (or, rather, where he assumed it would take place, but he was right the vast majority of the time). He wouldn’t have been able to name even half of the Shepherds if not for Chrom spending an entire night forcing him to memorize them after he had referred to Stahl as the ‘that guy in green with the horse, I think, or maybe he’s that blue haired guy’, much to the other man’s dismay. Needless to say, Robin was more of a book person than a people person, and anything that involved the second option that didn’t happen to be the upcoming Exalt he owed his life to wasn’t worth his time. Holiday themes jokes (no matter how clever) and holidays themselves included (not that he even remembered they existed to begin with.

#heiwanoryu #}#{ . meme response . } { he's salty because he always is BUT I AM NOT }#{ THAT WAS THE MOST PURE PRECIOUS THING I HAVE EVER HEARD }#{ Thank you so much for sending this! }#{ ♞ v. I am your sword and shield; your nightmares and your dreams . awakening .}#{ I'm sorry he's such a killjoy but I loved it }

1 note · View note

arshipweek · 3 years

Text

AR Ship Week - Fanwork Recs

Banner credit

This is the fourth and last weekly post in the lead up to Alex Rider Ship Week. Only 1 week to go!

This week we’ve got a selection of shippy fanwork recs submitted by members of the AR fandom. Enjoy and hope to see you next week!

**Please note that I haven’t listed all the details for the fics so take care to read the tags on AO3 before diving in!

Yassen/Alex

Our Endless Numbered Days by Galimau Just your run of the mill heartwarming look at the quiet beats of Alex and Yassen's relationship...after the apocalypse. Soft and sweet this fic focuses on the very still and quiet moments of two men at the end times trying to hold onto the things that bring them joy. It's an intimate view of what Alex and Yassen's life could be like of all their cares were quite literally wiped away - excellent world building and writing make this a must read.

Yalex art by Ireliss Alex and Yassen in a lake! Everything about this picture is perfect - the light, the colours, the feeling of stillness... Probably the most beautiful picture of Alex and Yassen I've ever seen.

Sun Poisoning by fElBiTeR Angsty, beautiful, slowburn soulmate fic with a twist on the usual tropes and gorgeous imagery

Twisting, Turning, Tumbling by ShiruyTheSecond A glacially slow burn, road trip au, and sick fic all mashed into one fic, in non-chronological order based on 100 themes. I'd say this was one of the gateway fics into Yalex for me; there's nothing like reading a longfic you thought was gen and wishing it were slash, only for the realization to hit you in the face like a brick 50 something chapters later. Alex is on the run for a variety of reasons after a mission for MI6 goes spectacularly wrong, so he surprisingly finds himself leaning on Yassen for help, experincing whumpage along the way. Absolutely delicious.

Specific Performance by BurntWhisper Alex is a good spy, good enough that SCORPIA has tasked Yassen with killing him. Yassen can't do that but he can give Alex a very...enthusiastic going away present even Alex hasn't been a very good boy. It's a fun look at Alex and Yassen's first fling with callbacks to the original gen fic. That hits every perfect note and hits a few other things too.

Interlude by Suzie_Shooter Incredibly soft and fluffly Yalex that ends with an unexpected top!Alex and bath sex. Will absolutely warm your heart the way it does mine every time I read this fic.

Medicine by Suzie_Shooter The other fic in response to the prompt of "Alex is given a serum that makes him feel good when he tells the truth" except this one is praise kink while the other is humiliation kink! Specifically focused on a smoking hot blowjob and Alex's reluctance turned enthusiam, plus, there's a second chapter, just in case one dose of the antidote isn't enough.

One Year by BurntWhisper The slowest of slow burns featuring Alex and Yassen on the run from MI6, SCORPIA and their own feelings. Covering 3 months of their life on the run this fic features action as well as the slow, quiet moments where the budding relationship can truly shine through and behind it all the intelligence world continues to grind on threatening to take their happiness with it. It's a beautiful fic with strong, detailed writing and the emotional weight that it deserves.

Midnight Smoke by Hijja If you're in the mood for darker fics with plenty of Yassen hurting Alex complete with violence and heavy dubcon, Hijja has you covered. This particular fic features a mission-type premise with Alex being sent to investigate a spate of teen abductions only to be captured. Yassen is there, and he has his own goals...

Hello Alex by anonymous Fanart: a reunion hug between Yassen and Alex.

Face The Truth by capeofstorm Alex is given a serum that makes him feel good when he tells the truth. Yassen is absolutely a man to take advantage. Recced by Suzie_Shooter

Lights Out by Suzie_Shooter Yassen and Alex left tradecraft behind for a new life in the Greek islands. Ten years on, their relationship is still going strong and they've become island locals, the proprietors of a sailing club and a windsurfing business. Their idyllic life is disrupted by a new threat that wants them dead. I just love the premise of Yalex riding off into the sunset and not looking back. This fic not only has suspense, action, hot sex, and the intimacy borne of ten years...but once you're done, there are two excellent sequels and a prequel to lap up!

Villa in the Sun by BoldAsBrass A multi-chapter story within a story as Yassen and Alex keep in touch over the phone through a tale of a Russian bodyguard's encounters with a young English man. This is so cleverly done and beautifully written; I could re-read it and re-read it (in fact, that's exactly what I've done).

Sting in the Tail by Suzie_Shooter With the world hanging in the balance, MI6 presses an imprisoned Yassen into service. They use Alex to convince him, but also a nasty "sting in the tail" incentive to guarantee results. A thrilling Yalex mission!fic where Yassen and Alex forge their trust in each other by facing mortal danger and saving the world together. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time, eating up the slow burn and wondering how on earth they were going to succeed with all the obstacles Scorpia and MI6 threw in their way.

Rarely Pure And Never Simple by fElBiTeR Non-con > dub-con > fuck-yes-con speedrun. Recced by Suzie_Shooter

Just Say I Do by Nanimok I'm possibly biased because this was written for me, but 'woke up married' is a great trope and this is both snarky and adorable. Recced by Suzie_Shooter

Open Invitation by Suzie_Shooter After Ian's death in TV 'verse, fifteen-year-old Alex is living alone in a depressive, self-destructive spiral. He realizes someone is watching him at home...and decides to give them something more compelling to watch. I am squicked out by creepers, but the characterizations tackle the thorny elements head-on: Yassen's mixed feelings and understated pursuit tactics are 100% believable, as is Alex's volatility; he's alternately confused, provocative, and defiant. Exhibit A:“Does that make you a victim, or a slut?” The question came casually, but it had the unexpected sting of a slap. Alex blinked. “What, I can’t be both?” he countered after a second. Plot ensues, because how can a relationship possibly form from such a premise? Mind the tags (you might trip into your next kink because the sex is mind-blowingly hot).

Flirting with Danger by BoldAsBrass Basically THE gateway fic into Yalex for me - short and sweet, snappy narration and dialogue, a sleekly dangerous Yassen and Alex who might be a skilled, pragmatic adult but quickly realises he's in over his head. Sprinkle in a bit of dubcon and scorching hot writing and you get this perfect fic.

Burning a Dead Man's Fingertips by GreenQueenofClubs Multichapter slow burn, MI6!Yassen AU - an excellent premise done extremely well and feels fresh and new, balancing mission-style fic with character development! The dynamic between Yassen and Alex is somewhat different here compared to most Yalex fics as they don't meet until Alex is an adult; a really intriguing glimpse into what could have been...

A Little Pat Down by Nanimok Airport security can be frustrating at the best of times but couple it with being edged like none other by an assassin turned security guard and it can really be a pain in the ass. A filthy but extremely well written premise. Crack taken seriously is this author's strong suit so not a single one of their works will steer you wrong.

Yalex Ballet AU by anonymous Yalex ballet AU with absolutely gorgeous imagery and slow burn. Fluid prose and in the background, the shadows of past histories and things unsaid.

Gentleman's Agreement by Valaks Yassen and Alex have a "gentleman's agreement" for handling their business in the field. No one ever said anything about parent-teacher conferences. Claims to be gen, but deserves a place on this list for subtle genius alone, because with lines like "Like a fine wine, Alex Rider was improving with age" and "How interesting that Alex Rider would be that interested in his hands", what are we supposed to think....? UST in all caps is the best description.

Salty the Sweat on my Fingertips by Galimau A fun little romp of Alex visiting Tom and having to call his overly protective boyfriend? because he's pregnant and everything hurts. Beautifully written, this fic explores the ending of Oceanbreeze7's Moonfish and follows the extremely creative monster biology to its logical conclusion of Alex getting knocked up.

Slipping Through My Fingers by Nanimok This kink meme fill hits in all the right places as we watch through the eyes of a very jealous Julius as Yassen gives Alex all the attention he needs. The writing is, as always, on point and the characterization of Julius gets absolutely nailed (almost as much as Alex). Julius/Alex, Yassen/Alex

Other

Miss Julia by DantesThird Very creepy and traumatic noncon but really believable with Julia Rothman's obsession with John Rider. Alex/Julia Rothman

gone loose inside the shell by cyanides Fantastic messed-up fic where Julius keeps fantasising about killing Alex, but then the fantasies take a different turn. The possessive 'If I can't have you no-one can' dynamic really encapsulates the ship for me, and the fic stuck in my mind afterwards. Alex/Julius

smoke haze by Ireliss Dubcon, gun kink. A really intriguing and quite dark exploration of a young Yassen's situation with Scorpia and his very complex relationship with Hunter. John/Yassen

Our Settling Bones by Galimau A multi-chapter slow burn focused on a former assassin who has lost everything...and Yassen Gregorovich. The tension is off the charts and the characerization is on point. Everything you could want from the rarest of pairs. John Wick/Yassen

Lemniscate by Ireliss A look at what awaits Yassen when he arrives back at Scorpia after killing Vladimir Sharkovsky. This is deliciously dark as well as being entirely plausible. The sensory descriptions are fantastic. Yassen/Julia Rothman

#alex rider #ARshipweek #yalex #....#.....#mod posts #recs

18 notes · View notes

blueprint-han · 3 years

Note

I just have to add to your discussion.

(For context I am an actual fashion styling student, so I hope you can understand where I am coming from and that I don't hate stray kids, I do love them, just their styling is really pissing me off)

Their styling is just getting so mainstream and bizarre normalisation of skin showing and selling any artist using sex appeal

If the skin showing and styling were choices made by the members themselves, we'd know, and would clearly see their style. But it feels as if to the stray kids' promotional team, all they can think of gaining fast popularity,,, and hence their styling is getting more dragged and stretched and the concept of the album is kind of lost(?)

And the styling is also getting more ridiculous, in terms of what they are wearing, and what styles and cuts their hair are gonna be

Like Felix's extensions could have been used so much better, because honestly it would look nice if done properly and how Chan's hair is looking as if he got frustrated and drunkenly cut his hair

anon you have successfully made me laugh with the "chan got frustrated and drunkenly cut his hair" line it shall forever be a meme in blueprint han history <333 😂

Also this !!! I cannot stress this enough so much this is like, exactly what I've been trying to convey shortened and perfectly summed up. It’s like after Clio (which at least somewhat fit the concept) and Wolfgang (which,,,, is a whole other can of worms) they realised that sex appeal was the fastest way to get fans drooling and go crazy over the idols body and they're implementing it wherever they possibly can? And I agree on the mainstream last, the stylists really underwhelmed me this time. Fuck side effects had better photos than this and back door is crying in a dusty corner after seeing these photos.

And your point about how we'd see the members style ! Couldn't agree more. Its so obviously a marketing ploy to gain chartings and rankings after they saw the phenomenal success it got them with Wolfgang, but like as much as I love and appreciate skz’s success, like you said, they're only promoting the widely rampant problem about selling idols as though they're pieces of meat. :/

The styling part I just... I've literally written essays and essays in response to asks as to why I feel it's so badly and poorly done. it seems like they put together something quickly after forgetting they the concept of concept photos existed.

Also like, there was this one photo on twt by user @/LuvForYou915 who removed the extensions and look at how gorgeous he looks.

Like he looked so pretty, and they had to add those extentions. The thing that's more annoying and I'm still salty about is that they don't even match his hair color? Like,,, his hair is blonde. And the extensions are purple. How. He's wearing a black outfit. Where is the logic behind these decisions I do not understand.

As for the chan line I literally shall not comment because you summed up so perfectly and I'm still laughing at how you put it 😂

Also I really wanna address how abnormal it's considered by kpoppies to dislike anything their faves put out !! Like we have to always put a disclaimer at front that we love skz and it's only an opinion but seriously, I wish people were more open minded with opinions. I honestly have do many faults I find in rhe concept photos and just because of that, I'm no less of a stay. No, I don't listen to Wolfgang and frankly it's wiped clean from my memory because I do not like the song, but that doesn't make me a stay, that just makes me a human with their individual taste. Also I love having a fashion stylist’s opinion on this, glad to know I'm not the only one who's underwhelmed by these photos sksjs 💕 have a great day bub !

#dawn.replies #long post #anons 🌁#❔

5 notes · View notes

universal-imagines · 3 years

Note

Yyaass, I wonder what my Genshin life would look like!🤗😍

I am an INFP Cancer female, who'll be 19 this June! My friends tell me that I am someone who is very easy to approach and super easy to talk to. I'm bubbly, I LOVE sweet and salty things, optimistic, and so on so forth! On the negative side, I can be a bit lazy but I'll get the job done if I set my mind to it. My hobbies include storytelling, writing/listening to scary stories, taking long walks while listening to music, reading, astrology, and just being with friends! Speaking of friends, I am usually quite easygoing and silly around them! My humor is very spontaneous though and it comes out of nowhere, but it was funny enough that my friends dubbed me the "meme material", mostly because I am a very emotional person and I am not afraid to show it. I am somewhat of an odd mix between the mum friend and the funny friend, it all just depends on my mood! When I love something or someone, I love it with a fiery passion and I never grow tired of it, but this can be a double edged sword however. Its very hard for me to get angry but when I do, my friends are always shocked because in their own words my anger is "icy cold" and no one knows what to do then. I'll get along with pretty much anyone, just as long as they're nice.

Is this enough lmao?

★༓･*˚⁺･ T H E G E N S H I N I M P A C T W O R L D ･⁺˚*･༓★

Role

Depending on what major city you are from I can see you either working for the Knights of Favonius, as Lisa’s helper in Mondstadt, or as a storyteller of sorts in Liyue.

Perhaps a scholar who others come to in order to set stories of old straight.

No one knows how exactly how you came to have such a vast knowledge of tales long before your time, but they don’t question it. They are just thankful.

Relationships

- Platonic -

In Mondstadt, Lisa would love to hear about your adventures and what you latest work is about. If she can’t get it out of you she’ll send Kaeya over.

He actually enjoys the fact that you can sit back and relax, though he’ll tease you about “slacking off,” as if he’s any better when he avoids some of his responsibilities.

And humor you say? You and Venti probably joke around all the time. With your humor and his mischief you both probably get up to all sorts of trouble, which you easily get out of because everyone gets along with you. Venti on the other hand...

Now for Liyue, Xiangling loves cooking different snacks for you. She’s made at least 3 sweet and salty snacks just for you. She loves that she gets to try different ingredients and that she gets to spoil you every once in a while.

As mentioned before, no one knows where you vast knowledge comes from, but you’re actually pretty close with Zhongli and if you’re willing to listen he tells you all about the stories he knows about.

- Romantic -

At first, Kaeya dropped by because Lisa urged him to get info out of you, but soon he grew very fond of visiting you and listening to you talk. Sometimes he’d get so lost in your words he forgot about his duties. He finds it refreshing.

You remind him of a more peaceful time.

#*world matchup #yandere romanticaa

4 notes · View notes

wickedgamesoyaoya · 3 years

Note

Congrats again!!!! This game is so much fun! We talk quite often about random stuff lol, mainly sending supportive memes back and forth! I’m really glad to have befriended you!! You’re wonderful and being a smile to my face every time I see you in my dash or in my notifs, I’m happy others have found your work and see how great you are!

1. jjk male matchup please! Or Haikyuu if you can’t find anyone in jjk that would work with me but only one matchup!

2. Strengths youre making me talk nicely about myself gross I’m hella supportive of others goals and am willing to do what it takes to help them succeed, I can handle emergency situations without panicking (this has honestly come in handy so many times), I’m very flexible when things/life/situations need to be changed. My most used phrase lately is “we’ll make it work” weaknesses I get distracted easily and have trouble focusing. I can be overly sensitive. Im bad about replying to messages in a timely manner without forgetting about them.

3. I spend my days taking care of others. I try to make time 3-4 times a week to lift weights. I spend my evenings reading.

4. 3 things you want in a relationship ~commitment to me and our future, I can’t handle wishy washy feelings ~fun and laughter! ~open good communication. being able to talk about everything is so so so important. 3 things I want in a s/o ~good sense of humor ~good communicator or is at least willing to work on improving communication in between us ~loyalty. I feel like I just said the same things twice? So I’ll add one, must be okay with me getting a pet snake!

5. I collect stickers and pins. I like to crochet, but am not very good. I love trying new recipes. I’m currently looking for a good conchas recipe, but am worried they just won’t be the same. I love the summer and dislike snow.

6. Gojo, yeah yeah he’s hot and I can see us being friends, but I don’t think I could ever have a relationship with him. Also, Tsukishima if you go with hq. He would say something salty, I would be hurt easily and cry. Then I would be petty and try and hurt him. It would be a shit show.

𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑....

✨ 𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 ✨

I have been on this ship ever since I read your ask okay! I JUST NEED YOU TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO VALUES YOU AND KNOWS HOW TO TREAT YOU!

I 100% think you would bring out the soft side in Nanami, you’ll make him uncover new goals outside of merely surviving. At first, he definitely would be stuck in his usual mindset but what the gorgeous man did not realize is that love can change everything ;-;

Now, I should say that whenever Nanami is not on a mission or busy with his usual work, he is trying to spend as much time as possible with you! Sometimes that means surprising you when you’re at the gym. You’ll be so concentrated on your weights that you won’t notice him arrive, but when you do notice him, you’ll feel more energized because of his presence! Honestly, I can’t say that Nanami is there to work on his own body – mostly he’s there just to steal glances of you because you’re SO DAMN CUTE WHEN CONCENTRATING. Not that he’ll ever admit that tho 😉

Being able to handle emergency situations without panicking is a MUST for someone dating a jujutsu sorcerer! So your “we’ll make it work” personality is going to be perfect whenever unexpected events occur. He’s going to need someone as emotionally strong as you by his side, because let’s be honest, Nanami is not weak hearted. He needs a partner, not a liability. And thankfully you are that! Someone he can rely on and someone he loves!And I know you may be saying, but I can be overly sensitive – that is 100% fine. It’s something he will get used to, and tending to your emotional needs is something he places a focus on. Just not when the world is exploding, ya get my drift?

Your relationship with Nanami would be mostly steady, since you’re both very open about your feelings and obligations. Whenever you’re upset, his goal is to sooth you, and not pry. He knows you’ll open up to him when you’re ready. That being said, he would not leave you alone in times like this. He’d probably whip up some calming tea or beverage and then rub circles against your hand to remind you silently he isn’t going anywhere!

As a side note - special events/days? He will be there by your side - work can wait!

Imma be honest, when you first tell him that you want a pet snake, he’ll flat out say “no” but when he realizes how important this is to you… he’ll sigh and give in. who is he to keep you from your happiness??

Even if you’re not the best at crochet, if you made him something, this man WOULD SEE ERROR SIGNS. Because HELLO??? You made him something?? He would 100% wear it, especially if it’s a scarf. And if Gojo even thinks of making a remark HE WILL P A Y

What he loves is that you’re someone who takes care of others, and so while you take care of others, he makes it his goal to take care of you! Especially if you get sick, he will take care of everything. And since he’s actually a reliable partner, you’re able to sleep well knowing everything will not turn to shit.

The only thing is… the good sense of humour, it will take him time to loosen up. Pls be patient. Your personality will rub off on him! BUT until then, you can take some relief in the small smiles he gives you whenever something funny happens.

Small drabble

“What are you holding?” Pressing your lips together, you analyzed the large basket within his grasp. A variety of holiday themed items could be seen through the transparent wrapping that was secured around it. The sight brought your eyebrows to raise questiongly at your partner, as you fought off the smile pushing to reach your lips.

“Do you not like it?” The question was posed in a hesitant manner. It was clear he was now internally re-evaluating his decision. Yuji had selected this particular basket with him at the store, and guaranteed that you would like it. Nanami’s only goal was to provide you with a pleasant surprise - did he really screw up that badly?

“I love it.” You were quick to notice his troubled state, and in order to eliminate his concerns, you proceeded closer to him before pressing a kiss of gratitude against his cheek. The blonde male nodded in response, but there was no hiding his satisfaction with your answer.

Mission accomplished.

“I’ll go put it on the table. It can be our centerpiece!” After accepting the gift basket, you took a step away from him, while smiling down at the bright bow attached to the plastic. But before you could leave, Nanami snuck an arm around your waist, tugging you back towards him. In the spirit of being spontaneous, he pressed a kiss against your head, prior to sighing out “I love you” softly.

For you, he would do anything. Even trying his hand at “romantic” gestures.

A/N: LAURA. I hope you like this <3 THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING SO SWEET AND SUPPORTING ME! also I would never set you up with that salty ass fry from Karasuno. you deserve 1000000000000 times more!

#Match up central ~

4 notes · View notes

bastianhallix · 4 years

Note

hi yes ok so there has been a LOT of tes discourse that i had no idea abt????? i really want to be caught up. could u pls link me rundown posts or summarize it? i am very confused,, specifically abt lorkon, suraru, the ancano thing?? and the meridia thing,,, thank u in advance. yall deserve a break and a good nap.

oooook so i wasn't directly involved in the drama (for the most part) but from what i understand about lorkon:

- subaru (the creator of lorkon) was a racist transphobe (despite being trans herself) and would defend michael kirkbride and jeremy soule

- tesblr made so many memes about lorkon that she canceled it a week after it was announced

- she also canceled it because she was gonna invite some special guests (the elder memes, alchemy's writer) but they dipped when they heard about her bullshit

- now subaru's salty over spending $1,500 on lorkon and is either sending anon hate or getting other people to send anon hate to people who were openly against lorkon. which is especially concerning because they're sending rape threats to MINORS

- edit: so apparently it's "suraru" and not "subaru" but whatever

you can get more info from @partyatsanguines's "lore con" tag. they also have evidence that shows subaru being racist and transphobic.

and for the ancano discourse which is completely unrelated:

- tumblr user letheane was making a lot of posts that were attacking this one fanfic writer who shipped her khajiit oc with ancano from skyrim. everyone on tesblr collectively decided that ancano was a furry and started shipping him with khajiit ocs just to spite letheane.

- letheane recently apologized for harrassing said fanfic writer and has since deleted all of their negative posts, so hopefully THAT discourse has died down by now.

- edit: i would like to note that letheane also wrote a bunch of posts about elven superiority which were kinda disturbing, and she also had a khajiit oc that she compared to hitler :/

AND the meridia thing (that i was ACTUALLY part of lmao):

- back in december, tumblr user mount-kilkreath (now deactivated) accused a bunch of tesblr users of being misogynistic bc of how widespread meridia hate was. he even vagued this blog which i was sorta happy about for a few days.

- so for a while, there was a bunch of discourse over whether meridia was ""good"" or whatever. a bunch of people (myself included) got really annoyed because!!! there's so many other reasons why someone would dislike meridia (like darien, umaril the unfeathered, etc.). it's not always just misogyny when people are critical of a character who happens to be female.

- since then i've kinda mellowed my opinion on meridia because seeing her name everywhere on tesblr was exhausting, so i'm not really the Big Meridia Hater that i once was. i still don't like her but i think her lore is neat lol

- a couple days ago someone brought it back, but it wasn't really discourse, it was more like a late response. i think at this point the meridia discourse has died out, so that's not much of an issue anymore (hopefully).

#discourse #asks #ruralvampires #rape tw #transphobia tw #this is messy oops #long post

27 notes · View notes

taggedmemes · 5 years

Text

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ BETTER OFF TED / 1.06 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

‘it caused a million fish in lake michigan to grow fur.’

‘luckily, today’s mistake is a little one.’

‘someone pried a window open on the 20th floor. wanna go scare the crap outta floors 1 through 19?’

‘he’s scheduled to get hit by a train at 4:30.’

‘that’s funny. although not as funny as your real name.’

‘it’s not ‘make people think someone jumped off the roof’ funny, but it’s still pretty funny.’

‘i can fix any ID with a razor blade and some white-out.’

‘trust me. i’ve been 21 since i was 15.’

‘you love rules. you should marry a rule. and have little rule children. then build a house made of rules.’

‘well, that’s between you and your conscience.’

‘i think i know my last name. it’s the one thing my father and i agree on.’

‘a lot of people are going to die.’

‘maybe he’s dead.’

‘you think everyone’s dead.’

‘people die. ask my dead neighbour.’

‘he’s more likely out hitting a home run or foiling a robbery.’

‘we’re scientists, not people who can examine every variable of a phenomenon to determine an accurate understanding of a specific event.’

‘we can’t know why any more than we can unlock the secrets of the universe.’

‘frankly, i don’t like not existing.’

‘don’t be sad. you’ll get all wrinkly.’

‘will you let that go? he doesn’t eat yogurt.’

‘no wonder the system deleted you.’

‘i don’t like it down here. it’s chilly, the people are odd, and it smells like science.’

‘last time i was down there i got chased by some weird eight-legged bird.’

‘that would be a huge admission of failure on your part.’

‘we believe everyone is special, irreplaceable, and will follow the thing walking in front of it.’

‘i know you exist. the computer’s the one you have to convince.’

‘finally you say something that makes sense.’

‘that hurt my feelings.’

‘why do you get to be in charge anyway?’

‘you’re weak and have no leadership qualities.’

‘maybe you’re just a crappy follower.’

‘they’re like animals. they respond more to tone than actual words.’

‘they also like treats, which is why i keep caramels in my pocket.’

‘doesn’t it make you wanna scream or put your fist through the wall or rub your junk on the CEO’s chair?’

‘i only use my junk for good, not evil.’

‘with great junk comes great responsibility.’

‘that would be breaking the rules.’

‘the process is just going to be long and extraordinarily humiliating.’

‘i know it’s hard to accept that giant companies don’t care about people.’

‘i’m going home. and i may not come back.’

‘listen to my tone and not my words.’

‘we have to do something.’

‘we suck at working together.’

‘i am showing leadership. and i have caramels.’

‘you’re born alone, and you die alone.’

‘you guys would be willing to do that for me?’

‘let’s break some rules.’

‘i don’t get it. you’ve always said breaking the rules is wrong.’

‘i still have some excellent caution tape from when my neighbour died.’

‘oh, i know. i’m pepper, because i’m spicy.’

‘i’m salty, like a sea captain.’

‘it’s these damn breasts of mine.’

‘this reminds me of this time when i was in college.’

‘did you disable your stupid-question filter?’

‘we were all playing in the mud. so i get in the shower, obviously totally nude.’

‘there were just vaginas everywhere.’

‘i caught them all trying to break in.’

‘none of this would have happened if it weren’t for you.’

‘hey, my boobs worked their ass off.’

‘turns out it’s easy to lead when it’s for something you care about.’

‘you’ve all disappointed me. that’s punishment enough.’

‘you tried to shut the computer down by driving it crazy?’

‘that’s creepy.’

‘this is my fault.’

‘you better come back in one piece. you’re my ride home.’

‘what changed your mind about breaking the rules?’

‘i don’t know what you’re talking about. i never break the rules.’

‘you couldn’t pull off a caper if it was sitting on a plate of lox.’

‘well, thank you for not doing what you didn’t do.’

‘wanna come break some rules?’

‘let’s go make it rain cupcakes.’

#better off ted #KIND / IN CHARACTER.#KIND / SENTENCE.#BASED ON / TV SHOW.#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence meme #sentence starters

46 notes · View notes

grind-pantera · 5 years

Note

can you do roger with the relationship meme?

Oh my gosh this ended up a lot longer than I intended. I hope you guys like it!

Who initiated the relationship? (Who asked who out, how they did it, etc).

That cheeky man, Roger, is the one to initiate the relationship and got the ball rolling. Though, it had started off very casual, you were a friend of John’s coming to see them perform a local gig and the blond drummer caught your eye.

You felt nervous. Not that normal heart beating wildly sort of nerves, more of the ‘oh my god, my hands are so sweaty and there are a lot of people here. More than I thought’ sort of nerves. But, this was one of the first gigs for your friend, John, in a new band and you had promised to come and support him. Clutching your drink close to your chest, you took a glance over at the crowd. There were people from anywhere and everywhere here, just to show their support for the band. Something like pride swelled in your chest. You were best friends with the bassist of the band all of these people were here to enjoy. The lights suddenly dimmed; the show was about to start. With a wide smile and your utmost attention, you looked at the stage and found your gaze locked with John’s for a moment, a smile beaming onto his cheeks at the sight of you in the very front row.

But, with a rush of sound, your eyes fell to the drummer who you had been told was always the ‘heartbeat’ of the band. It was hard to see him through the haze of cigarette smoke in the room and passed the cymbals blocking some parts of his face, but, from the glimpses of doe like eyes, hooded with the ecstasy of just playing his instrument of choice, the little bounce he did on his seat while he tapped out a beat, the seemingly bush of blond hair that encapsulated around his head being set off by the stage lights and making him look angelic… He was fun to watch. He was more than fun to watch, in fact. He was thrilling, exhilarating and brought his own sort of energy to the music.

Once the show was over, you found yourself perched on the stage with John standing in front of you, now leaning in to kiss your cheek in a typical Deaky greeting. He was sweaty and smelled salty, but you accepted the friendly affection with open arms, resting your hands on his biceps for a moment. “I’m so glad you were able to come,” He smiled brightly at you, taking his bass of his shoulders and resting it to the side. “Let me introduce you to the rest of the guys. This is (Name)!” He said loud enough for the others to hear while gesturing to you lightly, “This is Freddie, our lead singer.”

You grinned at the sharp young man in front of you. His jawline could cut the strongest of diamonds, you thought as he leaned forward and gave you a kiss to your cheek. “Always a pleasure to meet Deaky’s other friends. Well, if he had any.” You laughed at that. John continued.

“Brian, the guitarist.” Tall, dark and handsome, your train of thoughts continued as you shook hands with Brian. He seemed to be the most down-to-earth and gentle of the bunch.

“And this,” John gestured to the blond at the drumset, sitting there and fiddling with one of his cymbals. “Is Roger. And if he looked up from his drum set long enough, he might actually be willing to greet you.”

“Oh, haha.” Roger said sarcastically, twirling a drumstick in his hand. He finally looked up from what he was doing and caught eyes with you. The was a spark of electricity or at least that’s how you described it when your eyes locked. “Oh, Deaky didn’t tell me you were so pretty.”

“She’ll out-beat you in a pretty contest any day, Rog.” Brian said playfully, before turning to you, “he thinks he is the most precious thing in the world. Be careful, that flirting will give you a headache. I know it does when I have to hear it.”

He stood up and circled the drumset so he was standing in front of you now. Roger was taller than you had thought as you glanced up at him with curious eyes. He was still holding his drumsticks, a cheeky smirk riding onto his beautiful features. It rounded the corners of his lips and his eyes, a full face expression. “It’s not that bad.”

John groaned and made one of his faces, as if to say ‘did you really just say that?’

“What’s the point of making it nice and simple? I am a man of taste, I like to embellish a little bit unlike you uncultured men.” He held out his arms in defense to the others who just laughed, murmuring about Roger’s ‘lack of taste, rather.’. Clearing his throat, he looked at you and smiled charmingly. If he was nervous, he wasn’t showing it at all. Confidence ran through his entire body like a circuit. “I suppose I could try being straight to the point. I’ve never tried before. Let’s hope it works. The guys and I were going to the pub down the street. Would you like to come as my date?”

“I thought it was just going to be us!” Brian said.

“Oh, Brian.” John said and rubbed his face.

“Do you want Roger to be angry?” Freddie chimed in, “Because denying him the opportunity to have sex tonight with (Name) is a sure fire way to make him pissed and he’s broken enough drumsticks as it is.”

“Will you all please just shut up and stop embarrassing me!?” Roger groaned and put a hand to his forehead.

Who makes Mixtapes for their significant other?

You tend to make mixtapes for Roger with really cheesy love songs before he goes on tour, and while he denies ever listening to those sorts of songs, he finds himself clinging to them when he’s out on tour with Queen because they remind him of you. He probably snuggles up in his bed at a hotel, talking to you on the phone with your mixtape playing gently in the background.

And you know he listens to them because Brian has joked around and has told you to pick less romantic songs next time.

Who kissed who first?

Roger kissed you first.

“It’s like this…” Roger said, leaning forward in his chair to the point that you were certain he was going to fall flat on his face in a drunken state. You helped, raising a hand up and pressing it to his chest where you felt his heart racing under the thing fabric of his t-shirt. He was dazed, red faced from the few beers that he had so easily chugged down, licking his lips when he felt your hands on his body as he continued and tapped a beat out on the side of the bar the two of you were so tenderly perched at. You watched his fingers move skillfully, a laugh finally tumbling from your lips as he accompanied his makeshift drumming with a small ‘rat-a-tata’ noise. You had meet a few times before, mainly with the rest of the band hovering but this evening was different. You had come to the bar alone with Roger while the rest of the guys opted to go to the flat and drink there. You were thankful, wanting some sort of privacy with the drummer you so delectably fancied.

“You’re really talented.” You whispered and shifted towards him in your seat with a rather soft grin. He swallowed and looked straight at you, unsure if he was getting mixed signals from drinking too much too fast or if you were actually hitting on him. For playing as confident as he did, he was afraid of moving forward with you due to the fact that you were such good friends with John and that Roger was considered to be quite a lady killer.

“I know I am.” He said cockily, raising his eyebrows playfully and moving towards you as you rested your elbow on the bar next to you, the lights above almost giving you an angelic glow. “You should see how I bang in bed.”

“Why don’t you show me first hand?” You teased back, that response being one of the things that he didn’t expect you to say off the bat. He seemed stunned at that, sitting back for a second and picking up his beer. He looked straight at you though, his blue eyes shining happily as he tilted his head back and chugged the last bit of his drink, maintaining eye contact the entire time. You found yourself fixated on the way his adams apple bobbed as he swigged the last bit of beer, resting the glass back down with a grin. Stumbling forward a small bit, Roger grasped the side of your face and made haste.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours rather sloppily in an attempt to hold his own against your teases. You sucked a deep breath in, not expecting the kiss at all as you once again put your hands on his chest, this time, letting your fingers linger on the heated skin you could feel under the thin fabric. He tasted like his drink, bitter but it was mixed with a small sense of his cigarettes and something sweet. You weren’t sure what that was, but you wanted the entire glass and even more if he would let you. From the endearing nature of how he held your face in his hands made you doubt that he was so notorious with women compared to the other guys in the band. He was gentle, considerate… And you found yourself sinking into the affection regardless. It felt surprisingly… Natural to be kissing him.

Who said ‘I love you’ first?

Roger, but it was initially an accident.

You could feel his heartbeat against your own as you laid snug on his chest. This was what you loved most about your relationship with the drummer. He was so easy to just lounge around with, especially on days when they didn’t have shows to play and when he could manage to get away from the band and the rigorous recording sessions. You could do it in both silence and it was just as comfortable as if you were having a full blown conversation. Many of these snuggles took place after sex– the two of you lazing in bed, naked and pressed against one another as you just soaked in the time to be alone. People rarely ever saw Roger like this; peaceful, serene, gentle. He was known for being a bit of a flirt, rough around the edges and sarcastic off the charts. You felt blessed that he loved you enough to see both sides, and you loved to see the difference in which he carried himself in private.

Gazing down at Roger, there was a goofy smile on your face, you were absolutely sure of it at this point. It felt like your face was in that expression permanently whenever you were with Roger but that was okay. He evoked such emotions and stirred them inside of you. “I could write a song to the beat of your heart.” You said rather cheesily and hearing Roger laugh below you, as well as feeling his chuckle resonate against your own chest made you smile and laugh along with him when you realized how silly it must have sounded. “Don’t laugh at me!” You chuckled and pressed your forehead against Roger’s slowly.

“I swear I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you.” He explained in a small defense and pecked your lips gently. “It should be me saying that, love. I’ll write a song to the beat of your heart and when Freddie hears it, it’ll make him cry.”

You pouted. “I don’t want Freddie to cry. Make Brian cry, he’s much more of a stone cold man than Freddie.”

“At this point, I may as well make Deaky cry too.” Roger rolled his blue eyes playfully and threw his head back onto the pillow which made you laugh even harder, your lips pressing to his chin. “Make the whole band cry because I’m so absolutely in love with you.”

Silence.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you replayed what he had said in your mind over and over until it finally sunk in. You sat up sharply in bed, holding the blanket up so you weren’t completely naked. “Rog?”

“Yes, baby?”

“What did you just say?”

“Oh, just that I’ll make the entire band cry because I’m so absolutely in love with you?”

“You love me?”

Roger’s blue eyes peeped open. He hadn’t meant to say it like that. Well, maybe, deep down he had. He’d never felt like this before! it was all new and exhilarating and he didn’t want it to ever end. He had been high and drunk, sometimes at the same time, but this… Being in love was something completely different. “I really planned on saying it in a much more romantic setting, I promise.”

“You love me.” You didn’t ask, but stated it this time before jumping onto him, resting in his lap. “You.” You bounced on his lap, “love!!!!” Another bounce accompanied by a small grunt from the blond, “Me!!!“

Reaching up, he grasped your hips and kept you still, “I love you.” He reassured with a dopey grin. “You looooooove me.” You craned your head down and pecked his nose which earned you another cute smile from Roger.

“I looooooove you.”

Who takes pictures of the other when they’re not paying attention?

You take pics of Roger.

“Smile, babe!” You said cheerfully, lifting the Polaroid to your eye as it was aimed at your boyfriend, sitting snug behind his drumset at home. He tickles his drumsticks against a cymbal and gives you a really wide, cheesy smile as you snap a picture.

Super candid pictures of him behind stage at music videos, concerts. Brian likes to photobomb these pictures.

Pictures of him laying in bed with a guitar, plucking a few strings as he tries to figure out a new song. He’ll notice you’re taking a picture and he’ll give you either a smolder or a funny smile.

Pictures of him all dressed up and posing for the camera, usually in one of his fur coats. He’ll put his hand on his hip and cock it to the side, blowing a kiss to the camera.

He takes picture sitting on his car hood, sitting in the car itself. Anything with his cars. Favorite pose with the car is leaning over the hood with his ass out, usually wearing very tight jeans and the most orgasmic look on his face.

Pictures of him dressed up as Rogerina. Both from a private photoshoot at your flat and some from behind the scene at the music video.

There’s ton of pictures you have of him and the rest of Queen in the recording studio while they’re lounging about. Roger always has a glow around him in these pictures.

Who needs to be touching their significant other at all possible moments?

Depends on the situation. Could swing either way.

Roger is very hands on whenever the two of you are out at a social event. Likes to keep his hand on the small of your back or to hold your hand in his when he’s doing interviews, almost as if he’s afraid of losing you in the crowd of people.

He’ll always have his arm wrapped around you when the two of you are sitting. Loves it when you lean in and snuggle into his side.

If he’s not physically touching you, he’s got his eye on you no matter what.

Roger was build for fame, he had the personality for it but it made you nervous. You clutch his arm whenever you’re walking around. If he senses you’re nervous, he’ll kiss your forehead to remind you that he’s always there for you.

Who asks strange questions late at night when they can’t sleep?

Absolutely Roger. Especially when he’s drunk.

“Babe.” “Rog.” “Babe, are you awake?” “No.”“Are you sure?” Your boyfriend laughed and rolled onto the bed without any lights on. He risked falling onto the floor. “You’re talking ta me so I think you’re awake…~”You knew he was drunk the moment you heard him come stumbling into the bedroom, murmuring a small ‘oh, shit’ to himself as you assumed he was trying to take off his shoes in the pitch black. He had been out with Deaky and Brian, so you weren’t surprised he came home smashed. So long as he was in one piece. “I’m sleep talking.”“Wow, you are really good at that! You need ta teach me, please.” He whispered, leaning towards you so he could press a sloppy kiss to your neck. “Oh my god, babe.”“Roger, please.”“Babe, babe. You’re not goin’ ta believe this, but I’ve seen an alien tonight.” He laughed wildly, falling face down onto the pillows next to him. What he said next was completely muffled. “It had all this hair, it was crazy… WAIT!!!” He wheezed, “that was BRIAN!!! Can yo believe I’ve thought Brian was an alien!?”“Rog?”“Yes, my babe or the babiest babes?”“Shut up. I’m trying to sleep.”“Okay, I can do that.”Silence.“Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe.” He popped his lips, “Speakin’ of hair, have you ever noticed how soft Deaky’s is? Like, how does he get it like thaT? It’s the perfect…” He swallowed and hummed, “Balance! That’s the word I’m lookin’ for. It’s very balanced!!”“I don’t know, Rog. I’ll ask him next time I see him.”“I can call him right now!”“Babe,” You whined, which oddly earned you a beer smelling kiss from Roger, “please shut up and go to bed.”“Okay.”Silence.”“Babe, do you like me, like me or just like me?”“Oh, my god, Roger.”

Which one is really excited to put up the Holiday decoration, and which one is dreading it?

You love to decorate, especially if Roger is busy that holiday season with recording or a tour. It makes you feel less lonely without him there. You’ve got all the tree decorations he made when he was a kid hanging on your tree, and though they’re rather shitty, both you and Roger love them and the old time aesthetic they give off.

Roger just sits back and watches, sipping on a cup of tea, waiting for you to ask for help. Your plea always comes when you pull out the lights. They’re always tangled to complete madness and somehow you managed to get them even worse as you sit on the floor, trying to get then undone. Roger usually comes and sits next to you without you even having to ask and tries to help you, often ending in some bickering between the two of you.“You’re making it worse!”“No, YOU’RE making it worse!”

Totally ends up with the two of you making out in the middle of the living room with lights all around you.

Who spends more money on (Useless) things?

ROGER AND HIS CARS BABY.

“Really, babe?” You smiled forcefully as he pulled his hands away from your face to reveal the big ‘surprise’ that he had been waiting to show you. “Another car? Do we really need another car?”“What sort of question is that?” Roger replied sassily and help up the keys as he made his way towards the shiny new vehicle. “Just think, we get to christen this bad boy if you really want to.” Sex. He meant have sex in the backseat, which, in all honestly, sounded too delicious to pass up. You tilted your head to the side and hummed, imagining your two bodies crammed together in the small back seat. “You ever going to let me drive this one?” You asked, reaching for the keys but Roger pulled back before you could grasp them.“Maybe.” He smiled.“Really now?”“Maybe in I dunno… A thousand years.” He joked, pulling you in for a kiss as you tried to reach for the keys once again.

Who likes to cuddle more? (Who’s the little spoon? What positions?)

I would say both of you love to cuddle each other.

Roger, surprisingly, likes to be the little spoon. Thinks it’s very endearing when he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and you wrap your arms and legs around him, pressing your face into his back. He’s quite larger than you, but being held like that always makes him feel smaller and secure.

He’s a very sprawled out sleeper and when he is the big spoon, he tends to fall asleep on top of you.

The two of you are always very snuggled up next to each other when on the couch in the studio. He loves to have his arm around you, holding you close and nuzzling his face into your hair.

Cuddling in the bath together, you between his open legs. It’s not sexual unless one of you turn it that way, otherwise you just lean your head back against his chest and enjoy being so intimately close. He’ll rest his hands on your knees and tap beats on your skin.

Who cooks the best? (best meal? Who burns everything they cook?)

You tend to cook more, but not because you’re forced to do so, but because you want to. Roger does so much for you that you had been teaching yourself how to make more meals. Luckily, for him, baking is included in that and Roger does have a serious sweet tooth.

You show up to the studio every so often with a plate of cookies, brownies, anything sweet for the boys and it always earns you the widest smiles because they feel like they hadn’t eaten in such a long time. Always earns you the biggest cookie kiss from Roger as he tugs you into a kiss with a cookie in his mouth.

Listen, Roger could probably burn water because he forgets he’d put a pot on the stove to boil. But, he can cook if the situation ever arises. Mainly, pastas because that’s what he lived on for so long, being single and busy in a band. But, you still appreciate his meals and he’s always happy to cook for you when he has the time.

Who is most likely to sleep in?

Roger, and he would continue sleeping if you didn’t wake him up.

Especially the week after he comes home from recording at Rockfield / coming home from another tour. He is sleeping all the time, trying to catch up on what he had missed out on while gone.

Trying to wake him up is always a fun time and often involves you having to climb on him, taking all the blankets away, sometimes even the pillows and even offering to have morning sex. He contemplates that last one with a sleepy smile before pressing his face back into the pillow while shaking his head.

The mornings he absolutely has to get up are the worst because face it, he wakes up in a grumpy mood until he’s had a cup of tea or something to eat. Hair is sticking to his face in all sorts of places, probably sticking up in the back, a scowl is on his face as he has to drag himself out of bed.“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”“I feel like I’ve died. This is how I go.” He moaned loudly and made his way to the bathroom.“Stop being so dramatic.”“I’ll stop once the sun stops rising.”“So?”“Never.” Was his response.

Who is the clean freak?

You both do your share to keep the house clean and tidy. Though, Roger has a thing about not being able to hand up his jackets or put his shoes away; he’ll just throw them aimlessly on the couch or on the floor when he comes home.

But there are some parts of it you don’t dare try to clean. Mainly, Roger’s drum room. He is very particular about how things are set up with his drums and he does have some sort of sixth sense when someone else had been messing with them. You’ve always found it amazing how he can tell

You also don’t clean the cars because he will spend hours and hours doing that himself, down to the smallest details. They’re his babies and they get his attention when he feels they need them.

Long kisses or short kisses?

Why not both, I scream!

Those long kisses when he refuses to let you go, especially when he’s about to leave on tour. His arms around around your waist, keeping you close to him, lips meshing against yours tenderly, his hands placing themselves on the sides of your face. You can feel everything that he’s expressing through a kiss that you never wanted to end. “I’m going to miss you.” He finally said, pulling away with a small pout. You glanced up at him, resting your hands on his arms and rubbing lightly. “You know, I love you.”You gave him a look that said ‘no shit’ as he dipped down and pressed his lips to yours once again.

Short kisses right after sex and he’s still hovering above you, his hips still rocking against yours gently. He’s murmuring gently under his breath between kisses and your fingers are tangled into his blond hair, holding him to the ground. The two of your bodies are sweaty, pressed against one another as his kisses drop down to pepper against your neck and then back to your lips before he mumbles a small, “I love you.”

Long kisses where you’re the one refusing to let him go. Usually in a more playful way, you’ll nip his lips while kissing, hold the back of his head, letting your fingers run through his thick hair. He loves these sorts of kisses.

Short kisses when one of you is running late(Usually Roger). He’ll dart out of the room in the early morning, grabbing his shoes and jacket, but then run back in and give you the fastest kiss you had ever experienced, leaving you rather confused as you were still in bed, half asleep.

Who’s the first to apologize after a fight?

Roger is stubborn. Very, very stubborn and most likely doesn’t like the idea of having to apologize after a fight, even when he consciously knows that he was being a jerk and started said fight. He’ll stomp around the house instead, waiting for you to simmer down after a fight before curling up next to you and just… Staying there until you say something to him. He’ll look up at you occasionally through his puppy dog blue eyes but won’t admit defeat.

He’ll only apologize straight out if the fight was terrible, which, face it, happens ever so often. As much as you wanted the perfect relationship, Roger was a part of a famous band and that came with sacrifices on both ends. He knows when it upsets you and tends to cradle your head in his hands as he mumbles an apology. It still makes you weak to the knees seeing him so emotional and taking the blame for a fight that could have been your fault as well. You’ll turn to mush and tell him that he doesn’t have to apologize and that you were overreacting and it often times ends up with you crying into his arms because you loved him and hated fighting.

Who is the flirt? (And who is the romantic?)

Roger is most definitely the flirt. He’s got pickup lines, he’s got the ability to make any woman or man swoon with just one glance and with a very gentle sounding voice too just to top it off. He’s a very cheeky flirt too, very hands on with you, even later on in your relationship when things become much more mundane.

He’ll playfully slap your ass as you’re walking by, giving you a smile and a wink.

He’ll put his hands in your back pockets when you’re standing in front of him.

You’ll catch him looking at you from across the room when you’re at one of Freddie’s parties and the look in his face is that of a schoolboy eyeing his crush from across the school yard. You just smile at him, a small beam of pride hitting your chest at the thought that he only had eyes for you. He’ll come walking up with chuckle and whisper into your ear, “You look almost delicious enough to eat. Want to get out of here?”

He’s always up for teasing you, whether it be with actions or with words. He’ll have his hand on the small of your back sometimes, but without a word or warning, he’ll drop it so he’s holding your ass instead. You gasp, looking up at him but all he’s got is the biggest grin on his face.

Roger totally uses pet names such as ‘Babygirl’ or even ‘babydoll’.

You tend to be much more romantic, which, Roger has been growing to love ever since your relationship started. He sees more value in smaller aspects of relationships, like, kissing your cheek rather than your lips all the time, he’ll leave you small love notes on the fridge if he’s gone before you wake up, he’ll always bring you home your favorite food whenever you’re feeling under the weather and he’ll take care of you when you’re sick.

You’ll fill the bath tub with warm water and bubbles for him when he’s had a long day at the recording studio. It’s always a bonus for Roger when you wash his hair as well, or even when you join him in the tub.

Who comforts who more often?

Roger is surprisingly comforting when you’ve been having a rough day. He’s always willing to hold you or just listen to what you’ve got to say. It’s hardest when he’s out on tour and can’t physically be with you and has to comfort you through the phone, but he always assures you that things will be alright, and that he loves you and that he’ll be home soon enough. It breaks his heart having to hear you cry when he’s unable to be there to wipe the tears away.

When he is home he’ll brush his fingers through your hair, make you a cup of tea and wrap you in your favorite blanket. He’s catering to your wants and your needs rather than it being the other way around and you find it amazingly sweet.

You do comfort him when he needs it. Mainly on the days when he comes home from the studio in a piss-ass mood and wants nothing more than to lay down with no words and hold you until he feels better.

Comfort also takes place in the ability to be so intimate with one another when things are going crappy in your lives. Roger tends to keep things inside and lets them boil out rather than talk about them, and you had learned that pushing him to talk about them causes him to lash out so you tend to let him bubble and wait until he himself is ready to talk. This is a very mutual aspect of your relationship, something that had taken years to learn about one another.

Who is the most protective over the other?

Most definitely Roger.

He is the jealous type, though he often times tries to play it cool by acting like he doesn’t care. It’s a fun thing to watch because it’s written all over his face, but he doesn’t want to deny you the opportunity to be friends with others so he’s trying to be supportive.

Does get protective if another guy is flirting with you and he’s right there. Subtly will wrap his arm around your shoulders or your waist to remind the other person that you’re his.

Girls do get touchy with him every so often, especially behind the scenes at music videos. No doubt, you’re ready to throw hands if one of them gets too close to Roger and Brian always jokes around with you when that happens. “You look bloody ready to rip someone’s face off.”

Who kills spiders?

You’re a babbling mess, holding onto Roger’s arm as the small spider is making its way towards you. “BABE, OH MY GOD KILL IT BEFORE IT BITES MEEEEEE.”

Roger is no doubt shrieking at this point as he throws a shoe at it, and then another shoe and it somehow ends with the two of you huddled in the corner of the room while the spider is in the middle. Eventually, one of the shoes he throws hits it and kills it, but, he’s still shrieking and you’re asking him, “is it dead? Like, really dead?”

Who wants kids more?

Roger had never given much thought to being a parent before, he sort of just flew by what he was feeling that day and having a child was a life-long commitment. It wasn’t until Deaky had his first baby, a boy, did he really start thinking about it more and more. You were growing up, blossoming from just kids into actual adults and holding his friend’s baby for the first time really solidified it for him. Seeing you curl up with Deaky’s baby made his heart soar.

He was one of the baby’s uncles, along with Freddie and Brian, and always strove to be the funnest of the bunch.

You’d baby sit whenever Deaky and Veronica needed time alone and Roger loved to watch you interact with the baby.

Roger finally brings it up a few months later, watching you feed Deaky’s baby a mixture of mashed potatoes and peas as they cooed at you lightly. “I never imagined Deaky would be the first one. He’s so… Young.”You smiled at the sweet child in front of you and made a face at them, one that mimicked eating, “Well, they’ve been together for a long time.”“Have you uh…” Roger tilted his head and hummed, fingers pattering against the dinner table. He was nervous about bringing it up because it would imply that he wanted a family with you. Which, he absolutely did. He wanted it more than anything, but with Queen and with fame, he wasn’t sure how things would work out in the end and that’s what was so nerve-wreaking. “Have you thought about having little ones?”Your movement ceased as those words flooded over you before you continued feeding the baby, “Having a baby?” “Yeah, havin’ a baby…” He gestured nonsensically, “With me.”“Who else would I want to have a baby with, Rog?” You said gently and gave your love a small smile of assurance. That’s all he needed.

How many kids?

Two or three, but, you’d be okay with more and you know Roger would be as well for he always wanted a big family.

Who proposed? (How did they do it?)

Roger totally brings it up (seemingly) unintentionally one day.The sun was peaking into the kitchen through the window to the right as you sat down a cup of tea in front of your boyfriend, pressing a kiss to his forehead before sitting down across from him in your pajamas. It was a slow morning; Roger didn’t have to leave for another hour so you could just enjoy each others company. “You know, we’re basically a married couple without the marriage. A lot of our friends are already married, like Deaky... Brian...” You nod and agree with him, “Are you implying you want to get married?” You laughed quietly and picked up your cup of tea. You were only joking, thinking that this was another conversation that Roger was aimlessly having, wanting to break the quietness around the two of you.“Why not?” He said seriously and bit onto his bottom lip while his blue eyes looked straight at you. You weren’t expecting that sort of answer at all. “Rog, are you being serious?” You chuckled nervously.“Dead serious, (Name).” He sat up and kneeled next to your seat. Grasping your hand, he smiled nervously. “just think.... I love you and you love me... It makes sense to want to get married, right?”Your heart skipped a beat. As mundane as it was, everything felt romantic at the same time. You were just having your morning cup of tea, Roger stirred the pot a bit and here you were. “Yeah, it makes sense.”“I don’t have a ring right now, but if I promise to get one soon, will you promise to marry me?”“Rog,” You swallowed hard, reaching up to wipe your eye so he didn’t see you cry. That seemed futile; you were certain you would burst into tears at any moment. “You don’t even need to ask me. My answer is always going to be yes.”

LISTEN IM SORRY THESE ARE A LITTLE LATE !!! I ended up re-writing a lot of it bc i wanted more detail in it! Thanks for reading and for waiting!! reblogs and likes are appreciated, thanks!!! Requests for the Bohemian Rhapsody men are still open!

#Anonymous #roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #ben hardy #queen #bohemian rhapsody #queen imagine #bohemian rhapsody imagine #freddie mercury #john deacon #brian may #fanfic #fanfiction

2K notes · View notes

marvel-lously · 5 years

Text

A Kiss For A Slip

Words: 3000ish

Genre. fluff

Pairing: Zendaya x reader

A/N: I had this scenario in my head for far too long and I am now finally putting it into words. This is a little different than the rest of Zendaya fics I’ve seen so far. I am actually quite proud of how it came out and I sincerely hope you like it too (in fact, I am thinking of writing a smutty next part so tell me if you’re interested). Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated :D

All photos belong to amazing @really-bad-pauses

Tags ‘cause I am a bit of an attention whore (but tell me if you want to be untagged): @supersoldierfreak @ryleighisapanda @one-big-dreamer @santahollands @spiderrrling @hollandroos @lauxxury @itsholyholland @peachyhollands @lesbianfalcon @screamholland @ginatoldmeso @theassetseyeliner @no-aaaahhhh @aw-hawkeye @falseosterhollandfantasies @zophora @angelpparker @allithewriter @likechadwick @purespidey @petalparker @astral-parker @cindysmoonss @spideymybabe @afilmbypeterparkr @mj4president @mandatheredpanda @princessunicorn13 @talkfastparker

»Yo Paddy, help me out with this will you? Y/N's coming home today.« Tom yelled from the bottom of the stairs, sighing frustratingly after getting no response. »I swear to god Paddy I will spoil the Endgame for you, if you don't come down and help me right away!«

Loud rumbling could be heard, coming from Paddy's room. »Okay I'll help you, I'll help you, just, don't you dare spoil the movie for me.« Paddy shouted, running down the stairs, almost falling in the process.

»Good, now let's get on with it.« Tom smiled, clapping his hands.

»Where are Harry and Sam? Why aren't they here to help?« The youngest of the brothers asked, making a dissatisfied face.

»They are, they went to the store to get some of the missing ingredients.« Tom gave his younger brother a pat on the head. »Don't be like this, you know how Y/n always does things like this for us, so, don't you think it would be kind if we do something nice for her, for a change?«

Paddy seemed to give Tom's words a considerable amount of thought, then nodded. »You're right Tom«, he said shyly, fidgeting with his hands, »but I don't want to be the one who only washes the dishes all the time, I want to be real help!«

Tom looked at him, smirking. »Okay, fine, you're in charge of cooking the bechamel sauce for our lasagna, deal?« Tom offers his hand out for Paddy to shake in agreement.

The boy just gawked with wide, but excited eyes. »Deal.« He quipped, firmly shaking Tom's hand.

The bell rang.

»I'll get it« called Tom from the kitchen, quickly drying his hands with a kitchen towel.

You squeezed Tom in a tight embrace. You haven't seen your brother in what? Three months? College was hard.

»Wow, Y/n, I see you still look... stressed, depressed...« he looked you up and down »not even well dressed, I see.«

You gasped mockingly. »Why thank you my dearest brother and you still look like a 12 year old. Honestly, has Paddy outgrew you yet?« You joked, ruffling Tom's hair.

»I missed you too sis.« He laughed, hugging you once more.

»Y/n!!« Sam, Harry and Paddy, came barging through the hallway door, throwing themself at you, wrapping you in a giant hug.

»Hey Paddy! Wow! You've grown so much!« you said, your voice astounded.

»Come on, let's go eat before we all start crying. The English are salty enough as it is.« Harry chuckled, pushing you towards the dining room.

»Where are mum and dad by the way?« You asked curiously.

»Oh, they just went to pick up Z, they should be back in half an hour.« Tom shrugged nonchalantly.

»I'm sorry, what?« You asked, gulping.

»Yeah, Z's coming to London for filming for a couple of days and since we're friends I thought it'd be okay if she stays with us.« Tom raised an eyebrow. »Why? Is there something wrong with that?«

»No, nope, all good here, I'm just... imma go to the bathroom real quick.« You said, already backing out of the room.

What the fuck? Zendaya is coming to your house? Without as much as a single warning from Tom?? How fucking dares he?

Your mind was all over the place, you had to take deep breaths in order not to freak out.

You splashed some cold water in your face, hoping it would pull you back from wherever the hell your train of thoughts was heading.

It's just another one of Tom's friends staying here for a sleepover, nothing unusual, except... this time it was your crush.

You had the biggest crush on Z ever since you saw her in Homecoming. She was this cool, talented, beautiful, smart girl and you were... you. There was nothing special about you, or at least so you thought.

You decided to head back before the boys got suspicious.

»Y/n? Is everything alright with you?« Sam's expression was clearly worried.

»Yes, yeah of course, I'm just a little tired from the ride here and everything.« You offered a reassuring smile.

You ate your dinner quicker than ever before. Every bite burned your throat and by the end of it, you thought you were breathing fire.

The doorbell rang once again. You panickingly grabbed your napkin, wiping the meat sauce off your mouth.

»Hey Z!« You heard Tom's greeting from the hall.

»Y/n! Your mum and dad came rushing through the door, each enveloping you in their arms.

You hugged back. You missed them more than you will ever admit, but you still let go fast, not able to shake this nauseous feeling you got when you saw Z standing behind them.

»I believe we haven't met yet.« She smiled, stretching out her hand. »I'm Zendaya« Her voice chimed and you could feel goosebumps forming on your skin.

»Yeah, I know«, you forced a smile, giving her hand a lousy shake, »I'm Y/n.«

The most beautiful smile you had ever seen graced her lips. »Yeah I know, Tom told me a lot about you.« She almost sang.

Oh god, of course he talked about you, you could only hope he left out a few of the embarrassing things you have done.

»I sure hope they were good things.« You let out a nervous laugh.

»Absolutely.« She chuckled, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

˝Oh god, oh god, oh god. Okay Y/n, don't freak out, don't freak out, just play it cool. Just fucking play it cool.˝ You thought to yourself.

She must've felt you tense under her touch because she soon let go and mumbled a timid sorry.

»I... I'm gonna head to bed now.« You stuttered.

»Already?« Tom asked, surprise clear in his tone.

»Like I said, I'm super tired and I don't want to fall asleep on the couch again.« You smiled, heading to your room.

»Was is something I said?« Zendaya's concerned voice was the last thing you heard before locking yourself in your bedroom

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

˝Y/n, you good?˝ -Message from Sam.

˝Yeah?˝

-Your message.

˝Wanna talk about it?˝-Message from Sam.

˝Do I WaNnA TaLk AbOuT iT??!˝

-Your message.

˝Well do you??˝-Message from Sam.

˝It's just that Tom didn't tell me about Z coming over and I was a little unprepared that's all.˝-Your message.

˝Y/n, I know you, that's not it. Tell me what's rly going on.˝-Message from Sam.

˝Oh you think you know me?!˝

-Your message.

˝Well believe it or not Y/n, we've been siblings for over 19 years, so yeah, I do know you. And where tf do you even get all those pictures??˝-Message from Sam.

˝It's a secret.˝-Your message.

˝*gasp* you dare to keep secrets like this from your own brother˝

-Message from Sam.

˝*double gasp* you dare to interrogate me about my secret meme stash?˝-Your message.

˝Ugh, you're trying to distract me... just tell me what's wrong already.˝-Message from Sam.

˝Ugh, fine grumpy. I have a crush on her okay?˝ -Your message.

˝And why is that a problem??˝- Message from Sam.

˝Because she's a gorgeous and I am a potato???˝-Your message.

˝You're not a potato... okay maybe you're chips, but those are pretty nice anyways so I still don't see your point here.˝- Message from Sam.

˝Anyways, mum's telling me to put my phone down, plus she said we have to go shopping tomorrow so... we'll talk about this tmrw??˝- Message from Sam.

˝k˝- Your message.

You sighed in frustration, putting your phone on the nightstand, you hoped you'll be able to get some sleep despite all that has happened that day, knowing you're going to need a lot of energy to deal with all of it the next day.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You woke up early, wanting to have the bathroom for yourself before the four of them come crowding in and there's no way in hell you can do your makeup or anything for that matter.

You stripped down, ready for a hot shower to wake you up. You tried your new ginger lemon shampoo your friend bought you for Christmas. It smelled heavenly.

You barely managed to grab a towel before Zendaya opened the door.

»Jesus!« You shouted, startled by her sudden appearance.

»Y/n, oh gosh, I'm so sorry, I thought the toilet was free« She started apologizing, her cheeks getting warmer by second.

»It's... we don't usually lock the door I am afraid.« You mumbled incoherently.

»Right... I'm so sorry, I'm just... I am gonna leave now.« She said, stammering over her words and promptly leaving the spot. »And go jump off a bridge.« She murmured to herself.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

»She just came out of nowhere. Oh god Sam, I didn't even have my legs shaved, I must've looked like a freaking grizzly bear to her. What's she going to think about me now?« You whisper-yelled panickingly, pushing the trolly.

»Y/n, just calm down will ya? It's not like she came in to check whether or not you're regularly shaving your legs.« Sam rolled his eyes.

»But I am regularly shaving my legs, well... except for winter... but that's beside the point, I mean what even? She's this beautiful goddess, sent to destroy my sanity as it seems.« You sighed, subconsciously pulling on your hair in frustration.

»Wow, you're really crushing hard this time, aren't you?« Sam chuckled.

»If you say as much as a single word to her, I will make sure Tom knows you were the one who tried on his suit when he was gone and tore it.« You threatened, pointing a finger at him.

»Ugh... you're impossible!« He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands in hopelessness. »Fine, I won't say a word.«

»Pinky promise?« You asked untrusting, offering him your finger.

»Pinky promise.« He sighed, hooking his pinky around yours.

»I don't understand though, why won't you just talk to her?« He asked, wanting to understand your logic in this situation.

»Because... Sam, I don't stand a chance. She's so amazing and cool and intelligent and I am...«

»You're strong and kind and hardworking and smart and caring and pretty. Y/n, stop putting yourself down like this.« He said, looking you straight in the eyes.

You smiled, Sam's words somewhat lifting your spirits up. »Plus, she's so cute I could literally die.« You laughed nervously.

»Then perish.« Sam said in the most serious tone he could master, before you both burst out laughing.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

»She looked so cute, like a scared puppy or something.« Zendaya rambled, her voice a few octaves higher than normal. »But I'm so embarrassed tho, I just barged in, like what does she think of me now? If she didn't like me before, she sure as hell doesn't like me now.« Z nearly cried hiding her head in the pillow on the couch.

»I think you're exaggerating now.« Tom tried to reassure, rubbing her back soothingly. »I’m sure Y/n likes you, she's just shy around people she doesn't know well.”

»Oh yeah? Tom, when I touched her she tensed like I just poured ice on her.« Zendaya’s voice was desperate.

»Like I said, she's... really shy.« Tom tried to comfort her.

»I don't know... I still don't think she likes me very much.« She murmured into the pillow.

»Maybe you two need to go out and do something together, like some sort of bonding time you know?« Tom suggested.

»And what do you suggest we do?«

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

»Harry, Tom, we're home.« You yelled carrying a bag of groceries.

»Come here, we're just watching a movie.« Harry yelled from the living room.

You let down your groceries, heading towards the living room.

»Aww, it's Me Before You.« You smiled at seeing one of your favorite films playing on telly.

You sat on the sofa. »Come here Tess!« You pated your legs and Tess immediately left Tom's lap, jumping on a seat next to you.

»Oh I see, I thought there was only one traitor bitch in this house, but I see there's two.« He feigned being offended.

»Jealous much?« You laughed, giving him an evil grin.

»I'm back!« Zendaya's voice rang from the hallway. You immediately froze. You wanted to be around her so bad, but at the same time, you wanted to bury yourself alive from how awkward you were around her.

»Hey Y/n« She greeted, offering you a smile.

»Hi« You tried your best for your voice not to tremble.

»What's up?« She asked, plopping down next to you and Tessa.

»Nothing much, I was just about to leave before I start full on crying because of this movie.« You tried to offer her a smile, already standing up.

You got yourself four incredulous looks and a judgemental one from Sam.

Soon after you went upstairs, so did Zendaya.

»Okay what's going on with Y/n?« Tom asked, your behavior making absolutely no sense to him.

»She has a crush on Z« Sam sighed, running his hand through his hair.

»Oooh, well, that... still doesn't explain why she's acting the way she is...?« Tom waited for an explanation.

»Well, she doesn't think she stands a chance with Z.« Sam explained.

»Oh my god, are you serious right now?« Tom asked, staring unbelievably at Sam.

»Yeah tell me about it, but try convincing Y/n into it... you know how she is.«

»I told Zendaya to invite her to do something together, to bond you know?« Tom said, his voice hopeful.

»Are you sure you won't just make things more awkward between them this way?« Harry questioned, sceptical.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

There was knock on your door.

»Y/n? Can I come in?« Zendaya's muffled voice made your heart skip a beat.

»Uh, yeah, sure.« You cleared your throat, quickly grabbing a few of the clothes laying around the room and hiding them under your bed. »What's good?« You asked once she stepped in.

»Well, I got this spa cupones today and I was wondering if you wanted to join me?« She asked, playing with her sleeves nervously.

Her words sent your brain into overdrive. Oh my goodness, Zendaya just asked you to come to a spa with her. Zendaya freaking Coleman asked you to go to a spa with her! But... what if you make things awkward, what if she's only asking you to be nice and doesn't actually want you to come with her, what if...?

»Y/n?« Her voice broke your trans. »I'm sorry, you don't have to go if you don't want to.« There was a genuine disappointment in her voice.

»No, no, I...« you cleared your throat once more, »I would love to go.«

Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. »Oh that's wonderful!« She chipped. »Come on, let's go!«

»Wait... right now?« You gulped nervously.

»Well yes, unless... you don't want to go right now?« She raised her eyebrow in question.

»No, it's okay, just give me a second to get ready okay?«

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were walking down the pavement, your hands freezing. How could you be so stupid to forget your mittens at home, in this weather. You tried pulling your sleeves over your hand in hopes it would help, unfortunately it proved out to be useless.

»Jesus Y/n, your hands are literally turning blue from the cold, here«, she said, taking a hold of your hands, »let me help.«

You had to bite your tongue in order to stop yourself from squealing. Not only were your hands getting warmer, your entire body was.

When you arrived at the spa, you two decided to go to the pool first, you both needed to warm up a bit, after walking the entire way over here, in this icy weather.

You had to force yourself not to gawk at Z like a madman. She looked stunning, her olive green swimsuit complimenting her beautiful tawny complexion.

»Last one in the pool buys hot chocolate.« She yelled, running towards the pool.

You quickly ran after her, but just before you managed to reach the pool your foot slipped, sending you face down to the ground.

Zendaya rushed back to you, helping you get up. »Shit, Y/n, can you stand?« Panic was clear in her voice.

No, no you couldn't, but no so much because of the pain, but because you just face planted in front of your crush. Oh god, you were a mess.

You clutched hard on her arm. »I am a little dizzy.« You admitted.

»Yeah, no wonder, you're bleeding«, she rubbed soothing circles on your back, »come on, let's get you cleaned up.« She said, allowing you to lean almost your entire weight on her, taking you to the toilets.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were sitting on a toilet seat, while she went to get first aid.

»I am sorry, this is my fault.« She said, pressing a damp cotton ball to the side of your forehead, where your wound was.

»No, no it's not, you're not the one who was careless enough to ignore the fact that floor was wet and full on sprinted to the pool.« You laughed, hoping your words would reassure her.

She gave you a tight smile, not once removing her eyes from your wound.

The feeling of her hot breath send shivers down your spine, every nerve inside of you seemed so much more sensitive when you were around her.

»There« she said, after she finished cleaning the gash, pressing a gentle kiss to it.

After she realized what she has done, she froze, her soft lips promptly leaving your skin.

»I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that.« She stammered.

Your mind quite literally exploded. You looked at her and you could see she was just as much of a mess as you were.

You took a hold of her hands, giving them a comforting squeeze. You stared deep into her eyes. ˝Oh hell, it's now or never, be brave for once in your life˝ you thought, slowly leaning in, your foreheads now touching. You gave her enough time to back away, but all she did was close her eyes before you softly brushed your lips against hers.

After a while, you slowly broke the kiss. She didn't even give you a second to think, before she pressed her lips back to yours, only this time, with much more passion. She grazed her tounge against your bottom lip, begging you to give her entrance and you happily obliged, the feeling of her tounge like a drug to you.

A knock on the door broke your makeout session. »Is everything okay in there, do you need anything else for the wound?« It was the receptionist who gave Zendaya the first aid.

»No, we're good.« You yelled back, a little out of breath.

»Come on, let's go back before they call you an ambulance«, she smirked, »We'll continue this later.«

#zendaya x reader #zendaya coleman #zendaya imagine #z #wlw #bisexual reader #bi #lgbtq fic #lgbtq #reader insert #zendaya #spiderman homecoming #reblog #tom holland x reader #sam holland #paddy holland #harry holland

178 notes · View notes

runningwolf62 · 5 years

Text

Part 6! Thanks @wardencommanderrodimiss for beta reading this!

Larry is convinced he’s dreaming, or dying, but Edgeworth continues to stand there, watching him struggle not to choke to death on his noodles.

“I’m guessing Wright didn’t tell you-“

“Yeah no shit,” Larry wheezes and the anger in it is lessened only by the fact he’s struggling to breath, Nick had known? Nick had known and not told him?

He forces back that bitterness, he’s been distracted with rescuing Maya, Nick doesn’t have time to send him a text that their childhood friends is you know, alive. And in Nick’s defense, Edgeworth sure hasn’t texted him either. And one of them was responsible for this mess and it wasn’t Nick.

“You better buy me more noodles and explain everything,” Larry wipes the tears from his eyes, “because Nick is terrible at texting me when there isn’t a crisis.”

Edgeworth smiles faintly at that, “he must text you often then.”

“Nick’s not always in a crisis!” Larry defends him, but he’s fighting a smile, “we take turns.”

That pulls a smile out from Miles, who waits for Larry to recover from almost choking to good naturedly ask his order. Larry hadn’t actually expected him to do so, it wasn’t like he’d spat out that much of his food when Miles had startled him, so he accepts it to go.

Well assuming eating this much salt in one week won’t actually kill him then he’s set for a while. Which means he can now focus on Edgeworth.

“Alright so you gotta spill because Nick ran off with Maya so good luck getting anything out of him for a while.”

Edgeworth looks enlightened and Larry nods, “yeah that’s where he’s hiding, so man, what happened?”

“Why don’t we find somewhere out of the cold and we’ll talk,” Edgeworth promises, and Larry follows.

A café nearby offers them shelter from the wind and only frowns a little when Larry enters with food from somewhere else, frowns that disappear when Edgeworth orders them both something to drink and puts what Larry suspects to be a fifty percent tip in the tip jar.

They settle out of the way and Edgeworth explains his time in Europe, his time questioning what it meant to be a prosecutor, and self-discovery and why he’s finally come back. Larry makes sure to slurp his noodles loudly when Edgeworth says something that he thinks is dumb like ‘needed time to understand myself’.

“Alright look man, I get having a crisis at this age,” Larry sits back, his carton of noodles empty and he’s grateful for the drink Edgeworth got him because his mouth is now drier than Edgeworth’s wit, next time he should just like a salt lick dry, and he slurps some of the smoothie down washing down the salty noodle taste with strawberry, “but like, you couldn’t have called and been like ‘sorry for scaring you all, I need to discover myself’ or ‘I was being dramatic and meant death of the self, I’m not actually dead’ because…” he trails off at the look on Edgeworth’s face, his gut clenching. He’d been afraid of that.

“It wasn’t just dramatics at first was it?” Larry asks softly, a rhetorical question, but as damning as the evidence Phoenix pulls from nowhere to win his cases.

Edgeworth doesn’t answer and he doesn’t have to, Larry decides to do what he does best and fill the silence with rambling.

“Anyway, you’ve missed a lot, thanks for the explanation of who Von Karma was by the way because she was something.” Larry lifts his brows, “maybe I could meet her, though I think I’m technically honor bound to fight her for whipping Phoenix unconscious-”

“She what?”

“Oh yeah it was back over the summer, he just walked it off!” Larry looks at him exasperated, “well you know what I’ll take her being shot as my revenge for Phoenix. They’re both fine so it’s all good.”

“That’s not how it works but I think she’d whip you unconscious as well,” Edgeworth observes with one of those little pleased smirks. Larry frowns at him.

“We’re not in court, don’t look at me like that,” he settles back in his seat to take in Edgeworth, “I’m glad you’re back though, dealing with Nick’s bullshit on my own was exhausting.”

“I can only imagine,” Edgeworth says and there’s a strange edge to his voice, Larry grumbles into his smoothie.

“I only recently got Maya’s number so I had no one to talk to about the stunts he pulls you know, like who else has a best friend that gets into half the trouble Nick gets into?” Larry shakes his head, “Maya called me worried about him, and I was halfway out the door ready to go to the hospital before I figured out she meant emotionally.”

That makes Edgeworth smile and Larry grins at him, the grin one gives when you’ve found someone who understands, the way he smiles when he talks to WolfDragon.

“He does get himself into trouble doesn’t he?”

Larry shakes his head and mutters under his breath, “more than you know man.” He sips on the smoothie, “I used to wonder what his parents were thinking naming him that but now I think they were psychic or something.”

“There are no such things as psychics,” Edgeworth says flatly, Larry looks over at him and frowns, sipping on his drink.

“Dude, don’t say that where Nick and Maya can hear you.”

Edgeworth goes to open his mouth and Larry shakes his head, “look, you have your issues man and I can see why, ‘cause like you’re a lawyer science guy I get it but like, Maya’s life revolves around being a psychic and Nick adores her so just saying.”

Edgeworth gets a weird look and Larry realizes he might’ve just caused a misunderstanding, “you know since Mia died he’s looked after her, like she’s his little sister or something.” He sips his smoothie, “so no dating her, he’d break my kneecaps.”

Edgeworth arches a single eyebrow in an elegant motion, “not mine?”

“Have you ever been into girls?”

Edgeworth starts to reply and closes his mouth, “when did you-”

Larry doesn’t want to admit that he figured it out writing Warrior Cats fic and shrugs, “look, I’m the disaster heterosexual, you’re the elegant homosexual, Nick’s the functional bi.” He’s seen the alignment charts, he’s figured this out. “He leans into disaster but he’s got a job and pays his bills and things, he’s functional.”

Edgeworth looks at him like he’s speaking a foreign language and to be fair memes probably a foreign language to him. Larry accepts this.

“So are you going to be prosecuting again?” Larry changes the topic gracefully, or as gracefully as he can, and Edgeworth looks relieved to move to a more neutral and understandable line of conversation.

They chat about Edgeworth’s plans and catch up a bit for a while longer before Edgeworth has to go and Larry agrees he’s also got things to do.

He makes sure to get Edgeworth’s number though. If he has to get a plan with international calls it’ll be worth it to not go through a year like this again.

Orangestripe caught himself next to Firebirdstorm, sides heaving as he looked over the battlefield, “of course she gets caught by remnants of Spark’s group,” he pants, “couldn’t have just gotten lost-”

Firebirdstorm lashes out at the nearest rogue with a vicious strike that sends the tom howling as he races away, “I don’t care if I have to fight Spark himself, we’re getting her back.”

“If you have to fight Spark I’ve got questions since he’s supposed to be dead.” Orangestripe had caught his breath though and lunged forward with a yowl, rolling over a she-cat, they tussled over the ground, he’d lost Firebirdstorm in the fight, blood splattered over the grass as he swiped at her.

She was larger than him though and pinned him down, he grunted as she slammed him against the ground.

“Gonna teach you a lesson Clanner,” she breathed and Orangestripe tried to kick her off desperately, she was going to play with him before she was done and he wasn’t going to take that laying down. He hissed up at her, as she swatted his face.

“Maybe I’ll-” whatever she was considering doing to him she never got to tell him as she cut off with a yowl as she was lifted off him and flung across the fight, crashing into the rogue Spiritstar was fighting with a badger-length away.

Orangestripe turned, he expected to see Firebirdstorm but standing over him, muzzle twisted into a snarl was Wolf.

“W-what?” Orangestripe scrambled to his paws, “what are you doing here?”

Wolf looked at him, eyes bright, “I brought back up.”

With a yowl cats poured into the battlefield, falling on the rogues, some of them Orangestripe recognized from the battle against Spark, he spotted Timber and Bird working together to twist and dart around a pair of rogues until they ran. Viper herself was here, throwing herself onto the leader of the group with a wild cry. They rolled away spitting and yowling furiously, until he sprang loose, leaving her with a bleeding wound on her shoulder, sprinting from the battle. Orangestripe went to go after him, he saw Firebirdstorm leap forward and Spiritstar start after him, but the tom’s escape was cut off by…

“No,” he breathed, he couldn’t believe, not again, not twice, but standing there, eyes blazing was Demon. He snarled and the tom twisted around, only to find himself face to face with Viper, who stood tall despite the wound in her shoulder, Orangestripe could hear and feel the battle easing, the tom, what was his name, stood trapped between Viper and Demon as his forces fled.

“Brutus,” Viper addressed him, answering one of the many questions Orangestripe had, “I think you can see that you will not be the one to inherit my father’s legacy.”

The tom pinned his ears back but after a moment his shoulders sank and he bowed his head, “I was outplayed. Well done you two.” He dipped his head, and looked to Firebirdstorm and Spiritstar, “have them release me and I will return your Clanmate to you safely. I have lost.”

Spiritstar snapped her gaze to Demon, “can we believe him?”

Demon snorted once, “he’s a cat of his word, as little as that means. He’ll give Cherrywing back though, he knows he’s beaten.”

“Quite,” Brutus flicked his tail coyly, “I shall neither take your territory and it seems I am not cut out to take over where Spark left of either.”

Viper growled at him, Orangestripe stepped forward, he felt a tail over his shoulder as Wolf stepped up to stand beside him.

“They’ve got this,” he assured him softly, “they had the plan, I just arrived in time to guide them to the right spot.”

Orangestripe’s legs shook, “I didn’t think,” he looked to Wolf who simply twitched his whiskers at him, “thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” the large tom assured him, and looked to where Demon stood, “I’m just glad I could finally help you find him.”

Had it not be so serious Orangestripe would’ve laughed and he looked to him, “I, we could offer you a place in our Clan, something, anything.” He’d given them Demon and Cherrywing back, like a miracle. StarClan themselves couldn’t object to him joining the Clan.

Wolf shook his head though, “I think I’m happy as a rogue for now, though…” he looked to where Demon and Viper stood, talking to Spiritstar, her deputy Darkleaf, and Firebirdstorm. He hesitated a moment, “come on, we better see what’s going on.”

They trot up in time to hear a flat “What” from Firebirdstorm.

“Oh what did we miss now,” Orangestripe asked, Wolf sat down behind him, Firebirdstorm’s eyes grew wide when he spotted the rogue.

“Wolf?”

“Hey Firebirdstorm,” he flicked his tail, “told you I’d keep my eye out for your friend.”

Spiritstar looked between the two of them and then to Darkleaf who shrugged.

“We met him while looking for Sharppaw,” Orangestripe explained and had to dodge a blow from Viper.

“My brother’s name is Demon.”

“Full offense that’s a terrible name,” Orangestripe darted further back as pale gray she-cat hissed furiously at him.

Demon snorted though, “I doubt it was given to me with any emotional attachment and do stop trying to kill him Viper, he may be a mouse-brain but he’s a friend.”

Viper sent one last glare at him, “very well. But as soon as this Cherrywing returns we’re done here, and will be leaving. That was what this spiky orange fool here was confused by.”

“You can’t just take Sharppaw and leave.” Firebirdstorm looked to him, and Orangestripe could see the anger was still there but there was also the relief, that somehow they’d gotten both him and Cherrywing back, “he belongs in SpiritClan, with us.”

Demon took a deep breath and Orangestripe sank his claws into the ground.

“Firebirdstorm,” the tom began gently, “I’m flattered that you still consider me a Clanmate, and more that you consider me a friend.”

Orangestripe would ask where he’d been the past few moons but to Demon’s credit, he hadn’t been with the Clan so he hadn’t see how Firebirdstorm had pinned for him. Still he sent him a look, Demon glanced at him as he continued speaking, “both of you have gone beyond anything I could ask for from friends. But this is out of your paws. That would be Spiritstar’s decision.” He took a deep breath, “and my own.”

“You can’t want to…” Firebirdstorm had eyes for no one other than Demon, Orangestripe leaned into Wolf for what support he could have which the rogue willingly gave, “what are you saying.”

“I’m not Sharppaw anymore Firebirdstorm,” he blinked at him and stepped back, “I can’t go back to the Clan.” Viper looked smug until he added, “not yet.”

Her head snapped to look at him, and he swallowed, “I may not be Spark’s son by birth, but I was raised by him. I cannot abandoned the responsibility of these cats.”

Viper’s tail lashed, “so you would go back to these fools with their talk of cats in the stars and names like Firebirdstorm-”

“In our defense his name is weird even by our standards,” Orangestripe remarked which earned him a glare from both Viper and Firebirdstorm.

“-names like Firebirdstorm, with fools like these to keep you company?” she huffed, “you are more a fool than I thought.”

Did she actually say fool that much or had Nick exaggerated? Larry figures it’s an exaggeration but one he’ll allow. He might need to edit it to mouse-brain though. No that didn’t feel right, he’d work out something for her to say. He wasn’t sure how to write Miles’s next bit of dialogue either because he needed to show that he was letting go of his legacy as Demon as well and finding out who he was if he was neither Sharppaw or Demon but someone in between.

But there’s a scene he absolutely has to write so he’ll just come back to it later.

“Hey!” A familiar voice called and Orangestripe had only a moment to scramble to his paws before Firebirdstorm was bowled over by a familiar cream she-cat, “good to see you in one piece Firebirdstorm. I was worried you’d die of an infection without me around!”

Firebirdstorm simply purred and pressed his muzzle to her cheek, “if I died who would save you then?”

“My sister of course!” she replied, swinging her gaze to Spiritstar, who bounded forward to cover her sister in licks, practically shaking as she purred.

Orangestripe shifted his weight and turned to Demon and Viper, who both looked uncomfortable at the display of emotion, StarClan what had Spark done to the pair of them? “Do you, or your cats, need any treatment before you go?” he asked, with a quick glance to Darkleaf, the only cat with authority nearby who wasn’t busy.

The deputy nodded to him, “yes, Orangestripe’s right, if you need something let us know. That shoulder wound-”

“Will heal,” Viper lifted her head, “heal better with herbs though, so yes, if you can spare the time and treatment, I would appreciate it.”

He decides the best person to ask, is of course, WolfDragon. His friend doesn’t get back to him for a bit, so Larry goofs off on YouTube, wondering if he should learn how to animate so he can join those Warrior Cats AMVs. Maybe he’ll make the still image ones instead. It could be a great way to advertise his fic. His near autobiographic Warrior Cats fanfiction.

He checks Fanfiction.net to see WolfDragon’s gotten back to him.

Yeah I can see how calling everyone mouse-brain would get exhausting, have you tried using thistle-headed?

Oh shit I like that.

Glad I could help! I can’t wait to see this character.

You’re gonna lose your mind when you realize who talks like this.

Larry goes back and starts editing fool into “thistle-heads” which makes him snicker but it works. This chapter is lighter anyway.

Sure enough WolfDragon is hollering at him in his review, as are several people. Larry has to laugh at the fact that his readers figured out Edgeworth wasn’t dead before he and Nick did.

Someone reviews with a comment that “Wolf saving Orangestripe like that was kinda gay. :3 Ishipit.”

Larry buries his head in his hands and laughs hysterically, because he’s the token straight in his friend circle, and he has no idea how WolfDragon identifies, but regardless they’re just friends.

So someone ships your insert with my self-insert.

Why?

I guess ‘cause Wolf saved Orangestripe. And we all know in Warriors that means we’re automatically dating.

To be fair that’s Silverstream/Graystripe, Crowfeather/Leafpool, and technically Sandstorm/Firestar.

So am I supposed to fall head over heels for you now? You big strong rogue you.

;3 I mean you are missing a forbidden romance.

That’s Demon and Firebirdstorm.

Yeah but that’s such a slow burn!

You have no idea. I want them to get together but they just won’t.

Yeah characters can be like that.

Larry has to take a moment to compose himself before responding to WolfDragon.

It’s like the have minds of their own.

He could never tell Nick and Edgey this, that they have to get together for their fans, his fans, also possibly for his sanity. But Edgey being back meant things should be getting better. Even if he was planning on going back to Europe, he and Nick would talk, and with any luck work things out.

Larry rides Nick ass for the next few months about making sure he talks to Edgey. He is not letting them both be miserable because Nick’s too stubborn for his own damn good.

The fic makes progress as Demon and Viper slowly shape the group into a something new. Wolf and Orangestripe’s snarky banter earns them a few additional shipper but it seems most are enjoying the slow burn of Demon and Firebirdstorm.

Someone declares Viper a lesbian icon and Larry doesn’t even bother to address that.

He works more odd jobs and saves money and tries to figure out what to do with himself. He watches Nick climb higher and higher.

He manages to get and lose yet another girlfriend. This is why he never puts them in the fanfic anymore. He’s starting to think maybe it was time to take a break from dating. Focus on his job, save up, write fanfic, do some art for commission, and figure out what to do with himself.

And then he goes and fucks the entire thing right up. He’s been relaxing at his job since his boss is on vacation, and all his brain cells bail on him.

He’s using the time to write at work in his notebook, or doodle, honestly he uses this unexpected time to do some commissions.

So maybe he shouldn’t have let his guard down, and maybe he shouldn’t have been goaded into a fight with his ex’s boyfriend. The bruise forming on his jaw sure suggested that. The fact that while he’d been gone both a murder and a robbery also suggested that. He was gone fifteen minutes, how did things like this happen to him? He was cursed for sure.

So he figures what happened as best he can, pulls himself together and goes to visit Desirée DeLite. Not just because she’s a beautiful woman because yeah she is, but also because like, she’s probably distraught! And could use a friend!

Little does he expect to encounter friends there.

“Sorry Nicky boy I’ve got another guest,” his host says and he steps in to see Nick himself, and Maya. He grins at them.

“Nick! Maya! Long time no see!” He counts that as a minor blessing because it means none of them have been kidnapped, accused of murder or hurt. Last time he talked to Nick had been a month ago, he’d babbled about his now ex and fished for information on Nick and Edgey. He’d been hoping to surprise Nick by inviting him to a dinner, his treat. He doubts he’s going to be able to do that when this is all said and done.

Maya and Nick share a look but Maya looks glad to see him. Nick looks stunned. It occurs to Larry he may not have known he’d gotten a new job.

“What’s this,” Desiré looks between the three of them, “do you all know each other?”

“Yeah, Nick and I-“ Larry cuts off and turns to Nick with a shit eating grin, “or should I say Nicky Boy.”

“Larry,” Nick is apparently not in the mood to goof around, and Larry grimaces slightly. Of all the times for Nick to re-enter his life it’s immediately after he’s fucked up the job he had going for him. Great. Hello mister hot shot rising attorney, it’s me your regretful friend from elementary school, fresh from most recent break up and fuck up with a bruise to show for it.

No one is rude enough to comment on it but he sees Maya and Nick both notice it. He knows they’ll ask later. He should probably tell them but the idea of admitting he wasn’t doing his job because he was getting his ass handed to him stills his tongue, especially when Nick already looks serious.

He tries to hide his nervousness but falls on old habits and hits on Maya because this wasn’t already the week from hell.

The words have barely left his mouth and his last two brain cells fire simultaneously. One is a comment from WolfDragon about how nice it is that Orangestripe and Cherrywing are friends rather than some convoluted forbidden romance. The other is Nick looking at Larry like he’s going to be the next murder victim. Larry shuts his mouth after that. He has two friends and he just disappointed both of them. Typically Larry move honestly.

He does murmur an apology to Maya later for what he said, and she looks a bit relieved to have that.

He looks to Nick, who is watching him, studying the uniform, the bruise, the Larry that stands before him.

“I’m thinking of taking a break from dating,” he remarks to Nick, shoving his hands in his pockets, nothing to see here, just typical Larry who talks only about girls, doesn’t worry that his best friend hates his guts for a moment of sheer stupidity, “maybe work on myself a bit.”

Nick lifts an eyebrow, “that so?”

“Yeah, come by the security office if you need any evidence I can probably help you get what you need rather than skim through the past week or whatever,” Larry hopes he seems helpful and competent, “if this job works out I might be a new man.” He grins and hooks a thumb at himself.

Nick looks doubtful but Larry grins at him all the same.

He pretends he doesn’t hear the snort and Maya scolding Nick as he leaves.

Of course it doesn’t take long for all his failings to be revealed, Nick just looks at him and it’s like can see that Larry’s lied or something, he swears he feels the chains of justice rattle when Nick looks at him or something spooky like that. He doesn’t know the hell does it but Nick works the truth out of him like it’s a simple puzzle.

He really understands why he sticks to writing Warriors Fanfic these days, he’s starting to really think it’s the only thing he’s good at.

He can’t even say he’s pleased to finally meet Pearl when she gets to see him at peak Butz Shenanigans. The nine year old with undoubtedly the worst mom of all four of them has her life together better than Larry does. Nick has his life together than Larry does and what happened to the college days of eating pizza in their pajamas trying to ignore rapidly approaching due dates. Larry misses those days. A lot. He’s really starting to wonder if he ever left them behind.

“Who is this useless-looking young man?” the judge asks and Larry sinks into his seat in the gallery in the hopes he won’t be spotted. He’s been useful! Not just in this case in previous ones! Sure there was that time he got accused of murder but like he cleared Edgeworth’s name!

“Just looking at his picture makes bile rise in my throat,” the judge declares and Larry can’t even look at Nick’s side of the courtroom. He thinks he can hear the bailiff typing, the way his own fingers fly over the keyboard, but instead of being Orangestripe, instead of being someone cool, the judge’s disgust at him is recorded for the court record.

He barely remembers the rest of the day in court so he knows he probably fucked up something else to while testifying. God knows he always does.

Salt in the wound comes later, when Nick tosses out a comment likely not meant to spite Larry, he’s probably forgotten his friend is sitting behind him in the gallery but to hear Nick call him a loser stings more than the judge. And once more it’s typed out for the court to forever have recorded.

The one interesting thing about the case is Godot. Larry tries to distract himself from what feels like a quickly approaching life crisis by studying the prosecutor. He seems like he’s trying to overdose on caffeine and Larry wonders how he isn’t dead.

He starts trying to count how many cups of coffee the guy drinks and whether or not he surpasses seventeen.

After the tenth cup, Larry decides he’s happier not knowing that the prosecution will likely drop dead of caffeine poisoning. Maybe he actually did come from hell if he was that immune to the scalding hot coffee he pulled from nowhere.

The case gets closed, Nick gets his man and Larry gets his pink slip. He’s not surprised, nor can he blame them. Hell he’s probably lucky he wasn’t charged with something to be entirely honest.

But it’s been possibly the third shittiest week of his life, (Edgeworth has personally ensured which ones will be first and second) and all he wants to do is go home, curl up in his blankets and reread the Warrior Cats series and forget there’s a world outside his apartment.

No writing his fic, no checking his emails, no nothing. Just him, some definitely not depression meals, and Fireheart. If he writes anything, he swears to himself it’ll be canon characters only. But honestly he doesn’t feel creative. He feels like shit. He finishes his last commission, which will help the bills until he gets his next job, and bundles himself under as many blankets as he owns, and reads Into the Wild until he passed out face first into the well-worn pages.

#Ace Attorney #Wolfy Writes #I need a tag for this fic #Larry Writes Warrior Cats

18 notes · View notes