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springtyme · 2 days

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖! 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ♡

Simon catching baby fever, but you’re only roommates...

141 masterlist (there'll be a part two of this)

Before you, the only time Simon really left his flat when he was home on leave was to go to the gym or to go get groceries.

He was content with this routine, he found comfort in the familiarity of it, and enjoyed the peace and quiet of his own space. Or at least that is what he told himself. This way of life had been sufficient for him for a long time, but as time went on he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing.

That is when Simon found himself considering the idea of getting a flatmate. He thought about it for a while, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. On one hand, he enjoyed his independence and privacy. On the other hand, having someone else around the flat could be a good thing, and he does have an extra bedroom in the flat that’s just collecting dust. Maybe it would be a good idea… Maybe.

After much contemplation, Simon finally decided to take the plunge and start looking. He posted an ad online, and waited for responses to come in. To his surprise, he received a good handful, he had actually not anticipated that that many, if any, would be interested in sharing his space. It is a little overwhelming, and as he goes through the applications he starts to doubt whether he had made the right decision.

What if he didn’t get along with any of them? What if they were messy or loud or just generally annoying? It was a dumb idea to begin with, he thought to himself, but then as he looked through the last application, something caught his eye.You.

You seemed responsible, tidy, and overall like someone he could get along with. But there was something more about you that intrigued him. Maybe it was the way you wrote about your love for cooking and how you were looking for a quiet and peaceful place to call home. Or maybe it was the photo you attached to your application, a warm smile on your face that made Simon feel at ease.

Maybe this could work out after all.

And work out it did, maybe a little too well. It has now been a little over a year since you moved in, and despite Simon being gone on deployment more often than not the two of you have become very close. You cook meals together. You watch movies on lazy nights, where you will sometimes fall asleep on the couch, your lashes kissing your cheek as the soft glow of the tv illuminates your face, and Simon can’t help but feel a warmth in his heart as he tucks the fluffy blanket, that you had brought with you when you moved in, over your sleeping form.

After you moved in, his flat feels more like a home than it ever had before. It’s like you were always meant to be there, filling up the empty space in his life that he didn’t even realise was there.

There is something so oddly domestic about all the small things you do together – sharing a cup of tea in the evenings as you talk about your day, or even playfully arguing over who gets to do the dishes that night, even though he secretly never actually minds doing them.

Pushing the trolley down the aisles of the supermarket as the two of you do the big shop together on Sundays are one of his favourites, though. Because he knows what it looks like from the outside – just a couple doing their weekly grocery shopping. The only thing that would make the scene even more picturesque would be with a little baby in the trolley, a perfect blend of the two of you, giggling and reaching out to try and grab for the items on the shelves as you both laugh and try to keep them entertained.

These thoughts will sometimes sneak into Simon’s mind, and he will quickly shake them away, reminding himself that it is just his imagination running wild. He can’t think like that, it isn’t fair to you or to himself. But still, the idea lingers in the back of his mind, growing stronger with each passing day.

It has started to get harder and harder to ignore these thoughts, these feelings. He tries to push them away, to bury them deep down, but they keep resurfacing. He never really expected to feel this way about you, about anyone, really. But now that he has you in his life, so close yet so far from what he actually wants to be he can’t help but dream about a different life, to have a family, a future, a life outside of the military and his flat.

Suddenly, Simon starts to notice more and more babies around him. Whether it’s at the park when he is on his runs, in Tesco, or even on TV, they seem to be everywhere. And each time he sees a baby, his heart aches with longing. It doesn’t help that your neighbours just had a baby, and he has to watch you coo over the little boy every chance you get. It is like a knife twisting in his chest, knowing that he will never have that with you.

It has always been a secret desire of his, a wish he knew he would never be worthy of having fulfilled. And yet, it linger in the depths of his heart, elusive and shimmering like a mirage in the desert. The dream of someday having a family of his own, of doing things right, of breaking the cycle he had grown up in. After meeting you, his dreams became more vivid, more concrete.

He has fallen in love with you, and that scares the living daylights out of him. He never thought he would be in this situation, especially after all the sick shit he has been through. But here you are, filling up the empty space in his heart, making him yearn for a life he never thought he could have.

But Simon is good at keeping his emotions in check, so he continues to play his part, to act like everything is okay, like he doesn’t feel this overwhelming love for you that threatens to consume him.

But late at night, Simon lies awake in bed, when he is sure you’re sleeping and he is staring at the ceiling, his heart feels heavy with the weight of his unspoken feelings.

And when he tries to decompress, by fisting his aching cock in his hand, guilty thoughts of you will flood his mind, making him ache with longing.

He knows it’s wrong, he knows he shouldn’t be thinking of you in that way. But the images of you, of your smile, of your laughter, of your kindness, they linger in his mind, fueling his desires. The way you smile and laugh and light up his life in ways he never thought possible, it fuels a fire within him so all consuming, so intense, that he can’t help but give in to it, even if just in the confines of his own mind.

And as he strokes himself, he can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have you in his bed, to feel your touch, to hear your moans of pleasure. He imagines what it would be like to hold you close, to feel your warmth against his skin, to hear you whisper words of love and affection in his ear. To have you beg for him to fill your womb and mark himself as yours. He would love it – to pump you so full with his cum, for it to take, to see your body change with his child, to create a life with you, to have a family of his own.

He will have to bite down on his own hand to stifle his groans and to stop himself from moaning your name out loud. It’s a dangerous game he plays in the silence of the night, as he knows that these feelings, these desires, can never be acted upon. But still, he can’t help but indulge in these fantasies, in these dreams of a life that he may never have.

And as he lies in his bed after, spent and worn, a sense of guilt wash over him. He knows that it’s wrong to have these thoughts about you. But he can’t help it, he can’t control it, and as he lies in the darkness of his bedroom, he can’t help but feel the sting of longing in his chest, knowing that you lie in your own bed just down the hall, so close yet so far away.

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yanderestarangel · 1 day

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Wesker has consumed my mind entirely, so could I leave an request for him?

Albert wesker as the father of readers boyfriend, at first he didn’t pay much attention to them but the more often reader came by, the more his thoughts started to become intimate and every time reader would have a fight with his son, wesker would use it to make them doubt their relationship with his son.

Really love your fics, if you won’t do this request it’s fine, but really can’t wait to read more of your story’s! Hope you’re doing alright and take care of yourself 🫶

— HEADCANONS RE || WESKER FATHER-IN-LAW X SON-IN-LAW READER

TW ┊dark smut, ftm reader, aggression, toxic relationship, age gap, v!sex, cheating, eat out, blowjob, 69, sexual recording, sensitive themes, dead dove.

WARNING : no negativity please. If this isn’t your sort of content, block me and move on with your day<3

— SFW AND NSFW

In Wesker's eyes, at first you were just another toy for his son, you were already the third boyfriend his son had in less than three months — so the scientist didn't even look at you, just greeting you out of politeness and isolating himself again in his office to continue his work."It won't last long, I bet." Albert said to himself, referring to yet another boyfriend of his son, but he didn't get involved in matters... After all, he was a man too busy for trivial things.

You obviously tried to be a polite boy and get along with your father-in-law, but all your attempts failed as the blonde didn't even look at you — and if he did, you couldn't speak because he simply wore those sunglasses 24 of the day. It was frustrating for you every time you received a rude and rude response from your own father-in-law, making you give up on getting closer to him.

But despite his attempts to avoid you out of pure disinterest, he couldn't deny that you were getting into his routine much more than he wanted to admit. His son always brought you to spend the weekends and have lunch at his mansion, so finally the older man's eyes noticed you.

You were a kind and sweet man, different from his son who was always the same as his personality — only a little worse considering his extreme elitist upbringing. But not you, you were simple and sweet, it even surprised him how stupidly innocent you could be sometimes.

And his also knew that it wouldn't take long for his son to start a fight with you because of his stupidity.

The older blonde started to have unhealthy thoughts about you, your presence was like a balm for him, but also like an inferno that threatened to burn everything and everyone around him.

He began to wonder what it would be like to squeeze your thighs, how your soft skin would feel in his big, calloused hands — how beautiful you would look moaning and begging him to go deeper into your beautiful body... How he would be better than his son being a companion to you.

He really tried to push those thoughts away and tried to approach you like a real father-in-law would, apologizing for his previous behavior and that he was just stressed about some company matters.

But the way your face and doe eyes lit up at simply being treated well by him made the heat in his core gradually rise — every fiber of his being was pulsing and burning like a fire... Only he knows how much he controlled himself to doesn't push you against the nearest wall and make you his right there.

Albert tried to suppress the feelings of lust that were slowly threatening to rot his mind, but every time he saw your smile, even those caused by his son, he wanted to do some crazy things and take you for himself. "Fuck, I'm too old to act like a dedicated man controlled only by his desires." Wesker thought as he rested his temple on his closed fist and watched you on the other side of the room, in his mansion, hugging his son and watching a movie. But he knew that moments of peace like that would end soon, especially with his son's toxic behavior — he had already predicted this, but he never thought it would take a considerably longer time compared to other times.

Even though it took a while, it happened, you fought with your boyfriend and practically the entire gated community heard the screams. Wesker was still trying not to interfere in your two lives because of the feeling of wanting to have you for himself — but after the fifth fight where you were slapped in the face by his son, he felt obliged to break up the heated argument and take you to a safe place away from there.

Before you said anything he just took off his sunglasses and for the first time looked at you with his piercing blue eyes. "No no, you don't need to say anything kid... I know my son was a horrible man and an asshole to you. I'm on the right side, just because he's my son doesn't mean I'm going to blind myself to the horrible things he did you hear." Albert said it loud and clear, then his cold, rough hands found your face and made you focus on his face.

"Listen to me, pretty boy, you deserve someone better than him." He spoke with a tone that made you feel goosebumps, the nickname "pretty boy" came out practically erotically from his thin lips and the look with the older man's dilated pupils didn't help much with your confused feelings.

With each fight that happened in your relationship, you felt closer and closer to your father-in-law. Even starting to frequent Wesker's mansion when your boyfriend wasn't there, purposely just to be alone with the older man.

Between smiles, conversations and not-so-unconscious looks, you quickly found yourself sitting on the older man's thighs while both of you were breathing faster — unable to hold back any longer, Wesker had given in to his desires and finally kissed you, his lips on yours, in a warm and desperate kiss — his hands going to your ass squeezing the soft flesh and quickly soft moans coming out of both of you, the erection in his pants wouldn't let him lie that he wanted more than just kissing his own son-in-law. "Come on lad... I'll show you how much you need someone older who really knows how to take care of you."

Wesker's cock was thick and pulsing enough to make your brain shut down with each thrust, moaning and drool dripping from the corner of your mouth as your legs trembled around his muscular torso — your pussy dripped onto his bare, skin-tight member. skin made you feel the thick, dirty tip of precum kissing your uterus and threatening to fill you at any moment. "Fuck--! open that pussy wider for me, good boy..." Wesker moaned as he grabbed your thighs and squeezed the soft flesh there, leaving marks all over it.

Having sex with your own father-in-law was dirty and wrong... But it was incredibly hot. Unlike your boyfriend, the older man really focused on your pleasure.

He smiled huskily as he saw you turn into a trembling mess barely able to suck his dick while you did a 69 in his office. "You have a charming and pretty pussy, boy," He moaned, licking and wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking hard as he felt your hand on his cock, stroking it gently. The light pressure on his dick was pleasant and arousing as it also fueled his desire to make you feel as good as he could. He kept alternating between his fingers inside you and his tongue on your clit, and every now and then, he'd let a finger slip into your ass, and a moan from your lips encouraged him to continue doing so. "Fuck, you're tight, so, so tight..." Wesker's moaned, his hands squeezing your thighs, wanting you to hold onto him, to let him know that you were enjoying it. "My son is an asshole for letting such a needy and bitchy boy like you run wild, I'm glad I got you for myself, right?"

The two of you fucked like two animals in heat, even with your boyfriend at home — every time you waited for him to sleep and ran to Wesker's office. "Do you want me to help you with this my angel?" The scientist laughed as he fingered your pussy with two thick fingers, rhythmically thrusting into your g-spot and making you roll your eyes and hold on to the wooden table that you were leaning against, making the tall man laugh.

"Shhhh, don't make any noise, be a good slut and keep those beautiful moans bottled up ok? You really are sensitive boy- holy shit, it's just my fingers and you're already squirming for me to touch that cute pussy of yours." He snapped his fingers against your pussy, a sting, but not enough to make you shudder too much as his attention was diverted to your clit, flicking it with his thumb, trying to tease you even more and make you beg for him. him again. "You want me to fuck you don't you? Then you better beg for it boy." Albert pronounced each syllable fiercely, unbuttoning his pants and once again exposing his thick, pulsing member — you could smell the musk and the heat radiating from his groin, making you drip even more and barely be able to think beyond begging him in a slurred manner to fuck you soon.

"My son should see what a whore his boyfriend is for me, you know?" He teased as he buried himself without warning into your wet heat, covering your mouth with his hand as his thrusts were animalistic but with a concern that his cock would hit all the right spots on your sensitive wall.

Fingers, tongue, dick, sex toys, everything you wanted he used for your pleasure, taking you to orgasms that you didn't even know could be so pleasurable. Besides his look conveyed more than a simple desire for you — he wanted more, a lovers' affair wouldn't satisfy him, he needed to steal you from his son.

And how to do this? Simple, record a short porn video and send it to him later — cruel? Sure, but your father-in-law was sick and obsessed with you enough to not even care about his own son.

"Look at the camera, come on my prince, be a good slut and fix your eyes on the lens." Wesker pulled your hair as he made you look at the recording instrument with your face messy and flushed with pleasure — your pussy squeezed and milked the older man's cock as he made sure to record you from every possible angle.

"Smile darling... Tell him who you belong to." He grunted in your ear, hearing you moan his name repeatedly as he increased his thrusts to the point of making your groin hurt and hot, mixing your juices and his cum that made your thighs even wetter. He held his head tightly to the camera, as a cruel smile spread across his own face. “It looks like you lost quite a boy, I never thought you were so stupid, son... But you can leave it, daddy will take good care of your... Ex-boyfriend." The blonde laughed as he came again inside your pussy, seeing you moan drunk of pleasure for him — Wesker loved you in a distorted way, but unlike his son, he really saw a future with you by his side. Like his boy, as it had to be.

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cheeeeseburger · 5 hours

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I'd rather have empty sheets than empty promises

Carlos Sainz x Reader

A/N: I suck at titles so bad that it's not even funny anymore lmao. Anyway, English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

“I don’t want to sleep on the couch.” Carlos entered the bedroom you two shared with a blanket in his arms. Honestly, he looked adorable, but you were still pissed.

“That’s fine. I’ll go instead.” You stood up from the bed and tried to grab the blanket from him but he gripped your arm instead. “Tesoro, I want to sleep with you. We’ll talk about it in the morning, okay?” You wanted so badly to say yes, to sleep in his arms like nothing happened, but you knew you needed some space.

“It’s okay. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. I just need some space right now, okay?” Carlos did not look like it was okay, but he let your arm free. He was not used to you being so cold, so distant. At that moment, you were not his loving girlfriend, but a ghost of her.

You made you way to the couch, which was thankfully pretty comfy. Still, you did not feel as good, as loved and as safe as you felt when you slept in his arms. He must have felt the same, because you could hear him tossing and turning in the bedroom.

After a few minutes, against your wish, you started to cry. The fight you two had really, really sucked. It was about you not being able to attend many races this season because of school. To muffle the sound, you hid your face in the blanket. Carlos still heard you, and he made his way to you on the couch, devastated to hear you cry.

“Tesoro…” He sat next to you and you immediately crawled into his arms. He gently brushed your hair with his fingers and patted your arm. You were now full-on crying.

“I’m sorry, Carlos, I am so, so, sorry!” It was difficult to talk through the tears.

“It’s okay, it’s all okay.” He was doing his best to comfort you but really, he needed the comforting too, because seeing you cry broke his heart.

Sobbing, you replied: “No, it’s not okay! I know you wanted me to be there. It’s your home race! I’m an awful girlfriend!” You were crying so damn hard that it was hard to breathe.

He continued to play with your hair, trying to soothe you. “I know you wish you could be there, Tesoro. I understand.” It’s true that he wished you could attend more races. He liked having you cheering on him. He always performed best when you were there. However, he understood that you had your own obligations, and he respected that. How could he be mad that his girl was successful and ambitious?

“I just don’t want you to think I don’t care!” You said, crying your heart out. Ok, wow, this was a new record for you. Usually, you weren’t the type to cry a river. Your period must be coming soon.

Carlos softly wiped the tears away and kissed your cheeks where they were. “Tesoro, no, don’t say that. I know you care; I have never doubted you.” You looked at him with teary eyes. “I’m afraid that you’ll grow tired of me someday, or that you’ll resent me for being absent because of school.” Here we go again. The tears started pouring once more. You tried to hide your face in his shoulder, but he gently pulled your head away to look at you.

You were ashamed of the doubt and fear in your eyes, since his were filled with love. “Tesoro, I could never get tired of you! You are essential to me. It’s true that I wish we could always be together, but I’m so proud of you, and I know that finishing your master is important to you. And you’ll be done soon, right?” He delicately stroked your face. He really was the perfect boyfriend, so compassionate and understanding.

You slowly started breathing regularly again, sometimes with the interruption of a few hiccups. You had no tears left to cry anyway.

“Yeah, I only have a few months left. After, I can be with you at every race.” You managed to give him a small smile.

“That’s it, Tesoro. Smile for me again. It breaks my heart to see you cry. I can’t wait for you to travel the world with me.” He gave you a soft kiss.

You laughed at little. “Gosh, I don’t know what’s going on with me. I cried this morning because I saw an old man sitting alone at a coffee shop, and I cried again when they didn’t have oat milk for my latte.” He laughed too. “Amor, you pretend you’re not a big crier, but you always cry for little things. Remember when you cried after seeing the lobsters in the tank at the grocery store?”

You lightly poked him in the chest. “They were just so cute! I felt bad for them.”

“But not enough to not eat them?” You stuck your tongue at him. “I want to go to bed now, Carlos. I’m so damn tired from crying every single tear in my body.”

“With me this time, I hope?” You kissed him. “Of course. We should never sleep apart unless we’re forced to. I never sleep well when I don’t feel your weight on the bed.”

He smiled at your words, then picked you up bridal style. You could get used to this. “I’m practicing for our wedding night,” Carlos said, laughing. He gently laid you on the bed.

You pointed at your empty ring finger. “I fear you’re getting ahead of yourself, Mr. Sainz.” He laid next to you on the bed. “Don’t worry Tesoro, it’s coming.” You gasped and he laughed at your shocked expression.

“Carlos, you can’t say that to me before we go to sleep! I’ll be up all-night thinking about it.” You were very, very pleased at his confession. You gave him a big smile.

“Good, then that’ll prepare you for when I keep you up all night after the wedding.” He snuggled into you. You laughed and he gave you a goodnight kiss.

“Goodnight, Carlos. I love you.”

“I love you too, Tesoro. Dream of me, will you?”

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

Less than a year later, you were walking down the stage of your university, one hand resting on your very rounded belly, showing off the diamond on your finger, and the other holding you master’s degree. You could hear your fiancé congratulating you somewhere in the public.

Who would’ve thought you were going to be a pregnant graduate? Turns out that there was a reason behind your endless tears that other night, a few months ago. Although the timing was not the one you had hoped for, you and Carlos could not be happier that a little Sainz was on the way.

You had been ecstatic when he proposed, and you could not wait to get married. Your only condition was that the wedding must be after your graduation, so you could have your maiden name on the degree, but before the birth of the baby, so you could all be Sainz.

That’s how you and Carlos ended up in kitschy chapel in Las Vegas after a thrilling GP. The pictures were adorable. You were in a short white dress, with your full belly on display, and your now husband was in tux, holding you possessively in his arms. You looked positively in love, and that’s what you were. This was not the grand wedding you had expected, but it was a thousand times sweeter. Plus, it would be a great story to tell at bedtime.

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fic #formula 1 #f1 #carlos sainz

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lost-in-fandoms · 16 hours

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okay but hear me out

Daniel and Hulk are friends and like to go to bars for trivia night and more or less just cause chaos and usually they go with Kevin and (a very long suffering) Sebastian, but this time Kevin is on a date night and Seb Has Had Enough so they have to find someone else. And Nico is like, hey I have this coworker he's fun and a bit of a nerd I bet he'll want to join! And Daniel is like yeah sure it's whatever, just make sure he brings a friend. And Hulk asks Max, who brings Alex.

While they are just drinking they all click so well, Max is a little shy at first and Daniel does his best to make him laugh and Alex is just hilarious and they are having so much fun! And then the trivia starts and Max and Alex suddenly transform. Alex is a menace, keeps trying to cheat and distract other tables while also having sudden bouts of genius for random answers, and Max is like hyper focused. He bats Nico's hands away every time he tries to get hold of the pen or the paper and rolls his eyes at Daniel several times because Daniel is giving dumb answers.

And Daniel is a bit annoyed because he's even worse than Seb, but at the same time they're winning? They never win and he loves winning, sue him. Daniel and Nico mostly just chill after a while, matching Alex's shenanigans and watching Max being a nerd, and it's still okay. (And maybe Max looks hot with his lips pursed like that and this cute little frown on his face and his intense eyes.)

And then it comes the last question, and Max doesn't know and Alex doesn't know either, and he keeps trying to spy the other tables but they all have clocked in on him by then. Daniel is not even paying attention, but he notices Max's displeased frown and is like come here tater tot (he's been calling him increasingly annoying nicknames for an hour just to entertain himself) lemme see. And Max lets him because it's not like Daniel can do any damage since they don't know the answer anyway.

But Daniel knows the answer. Because Daniel has super obscure random knowledge that just lives in his brain sometimes, and when he says the answer Max is like yeah sure mate whatever just write it down, because he thinks Daniel is just guessing. But Daniel isn't! And he's right and they win and Max gives him this wide eyed surprised look before smiling the biggest smile and then he says sorry for doubting you let me buy you your next drink. And Daniel peacocks for a bit because he likes being appreciated, and then they spend the next of the night almost ignoring Nico and Alex and talking and laughing and somehow having inside jokes already how is it possible you met three hours ago. Freaks.

And then Daniel takes Max home and they fuck nasty.

Have a good day.

#will i maybe one day write this for real? doubt it #so take it as it is godbless #maxiel #my writing

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bairdthereader · 7 hours

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Charlie Spring, An Appreciation: Part 1, Courage

Nick Nelson gets a lot of love, and justifiably so; I'll be the first to admit that he's amazing (see my many Nick-related posts as evidence). But I hear all too often that Charlie is leveling up by being with Nick, or that Nick is too good for Charlie. I beg to differ—vehemently—and here's why, part 1 (of 3, maybe?).

I often find myself in awe of Charlie during some of the quietest and least dramatic parts of the Heartstopper show and comics, because his bravery, resilience, and tenacity are displayed in ways that seem inconsequential, but are actually incredibly meaningful and telling. This boy has a thread of steel running through him, whether it's obvious at first glance or not.

We see this almost from the very beginning, when Charlie is assigned to a new form and told that he'll be sitting next to Nick, "one of the rugby boys," and, "I'm sure you'll get along swimmingly." Here is not only Charlie's worst personal nightmare, but also a teacher who is blithely unaware of the terrible position he's just put Charlie in--being placed in close, daily proximity to the type of person Charlie associates with the darkest time of his life. But we don't see fear on his face, or even that much dread—this tells us so much about him in just a nanosecond. There's resignation and bitterness, yes, but Charlie knows he can withstand this, because he's been there before and survived. This is borne out in later conversations with Nick where Charlie assures him that "I'm used to it." This is a horrifying injustice, one Nick rightly calls out, and it shows Charlie's resilience in the face of a degree of cruelty that many people never experience.

This little moment outside of the changing room is another revealing scene. Charlie knows exactly what he's walking into, exactly the kinds of comments and sly bullying he's going to experience in that room. He knows he will have to have his guard up every second, that he will have to prove himself to this group, even though he shouldn't have to. He also knows he'll be fighting his own self-doubt, and so this experience will be a battle on two fronts. (Three fronts, if you include trying to hide his feelings for Nick.) But he does it anyway. Sure, you could argue he's doing it solely to be near Nick, but I think this is also his way of making sure that those boys don't dictate his actions or his life. This is Charlie taking a stand. And this is just one example—he does this over and over and over again, in many different settings and situations.

Case in point, calling it off with Ben. Charlie has been the victim of what is essentially brainwashing and abuse from Ben for months. Ben has told Charlie verbally and shown him physically that Charlie means less than nothing to Ben, and that Charlie can never expect anyone to ever want him or care for him. And Charlie often, tragically, believes him. That Charlie is able to break free of this vicious cycle and take the steps to distance himself from Ben shows his immense inner strength. You can see on Charlie's face (thanks to Joe Locke's inimitable talent) that he can't even believe he's done it. And we have to keep in mind that this happens long before Nick is a real possibility, so we can't say Charlie does this for Nick. He does it for himself.

I do have to include one of the more iconic scenes, because this ⬇️is Charlie's clarion call, his hope, his banner, for the rest of this story. He knows he has a lot of problems to work through, that he's complicated and sometimes hard to interpret, so it's easy to see this scene and think Charlie's words come from a place of insecurity (and of course that is some of what's happening here). But he's strong enough to both acknowledge it and ask honestly that Nick not let those parts of Charlie become the focus of their relationship. He requests, even during this moment of almost brutal honesty and vulnerability, that Nick see him completely, as the whole person he can be, because Charlie knows that person is there inside himself. The self awareness and bravery this takes is enormous.

There are a million other moments like this that I could write about, both big and small:

But I'll end this already lengthy post with this: When one considers the amount of sheer courage Charlie has to exert just to live his daily life, it almost defies understanding. Charlie Spring is a gladiator of the mind and heart, completely worthy of any good thing.

#charlie is strength personified #he deserves the world #heartstopper #heartstopper netflix #heartstopper series #alice oseman #osemanverse #charlie spring #joe locke #nick nelson #narlie #nick x charlie #nick and charlie #kit connor

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melminli · 17 hours

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𝗡𝗼 𝗦𝘂𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 - 𝟬𝟭

pairing: jujutsu kaisen x fem. reader

summery - nothing lasts forever, and all that remains are the memories and the question of what could have been. sometimes you closed your eyes and imagined a different future, one in which you graduated together and still bought stupid expensive coffee sometimes.

word count: 1,4k

contains: x reader, pre canon au, fluff, crack, genshin impact inspired themes

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tokyo, june 26 2005

the day you were born was the day your fate was sealed. the life you had just begun had ceased to be yours before you even realized you were living it. it wasn't some god that imposed that fate on you or some other higher entity that may exist somewhere.

it was your parents who had done it. it was your whole family and their stupid traditions that determined your position in this world. you had no right to your own life from the very beginning. it was in the hands of greedy and foolish people. people who want to shape your soul and body according to their will.

"the birthmark you possess is a gift. wear it with pride." your mother would always tell you while putting your hair up so that the mark on the back of your neck could be seen. it was three lightning-like blades that together formed a circle and the reason why you were born with weight on your shoulder.

it was the sign that showed you where you belonged to.

you were not aware of all of this as a child. all you knew was that you had to fulfill expectations in order for others to love you. there was no such thing as unconditional love in your book. you had to do something to get something, so you always tried to do what was asked of you to the best of your ability. you didn't question your elders because they seemed to like it when you didn't, you were quiet and obedient because your father praised you for it, and you always dressed the way your mother would approve of.

you only did these things to get at least some kind of affection. you just didn't know any better, how could you? you were just a child.

you soon realized that the love these people would give you had no value.

"you should leave this place. it's dangerous here." a young boy's voice sounded next to you while you watched the sunset.

you turned your head to the one who interrupted your peace. you were in a really bad mood today. "shut up before i kill you." you threatened him with a slightly annoyed undertone.

you hoped he would disappear after that, but you only heard him trying to suppress his laughter, which honestly pissed you off even more. you looked at him with a dark look on your face until he took his hand from his mouth to speak. "you are welcome to try, but i doubt that someone like you would succeed at it."

you could feel his extraordinary cursed energy, but he couldn't feel yours. that was the most likely reason why he looked down on you like that, yet you couldn't help but perceive narcissistic tendencies from him. you had never seen him before, and you didn't know him, at least not on a personal level. though, you would argue that you could judge people pretty well.

you rolled your eyes. "whatever, i certainly don't need to hear shit from a ten-year-old." you stood up, and you weren't going to lie. you felt some kind of sick satisfaction when it turned out you were several inches taller than him.

from the looks of it, it bothered him a bit. even if he didn't let it show directly and continued to speak in a cheerful voice, you could still hear something different with the way he spoke out his next words. "i don't look ten, and you know it. now go before i stop being nice."

he was definitely full of himself, but you wouldn't have expected any different from someone like him. "sorry, mister nice guy." you answered him sarcastically. you didn't know yourself where all this attitude came from, to be honest. you weren't usually like this, well, at least with strangers. "if you are looking for the curse that was around here, i am afraid to tell you that someone else beat you to it. so you can stop trying to scare me away now."

he raised his eyebrows in confusion. he hadn't expected you to have anything to do with the jujutsu world since you looked like a complete normie. "huh? who exorcised it? it definitely wasn't you. there is not an ounce of cursed energy in your body, and we're talking about a grade 2 curse here." he said calmly while he degraded you by undermining your abilities just like that. he suddenly realized something when he heard his last sentence out loud. "wait a minute! how can it be that you don't possess cursed energy! even normies possess a certain amount, right?"

you waited a while for him to realize that. "you are from the gojo clan, aren't you? do they not teach you common sense or something? you should pay more attention to your surroundings." you said, not knowing why he reacted so surprised. probably for dramatic effect or something since it was pretty hard to miss with the white hair and his sunglasses, making his blue eyes visible from some angles. then add to that the way he presented himself, and it was easy to guess who exactly he was. the fact that i do not emit cursed energy should be the first thing he noticed.

"so you know me!" he happily expressed, and you probably tickled his ego a bit by knowing who he was without him having to say it. now that the conversation revolved around him, he was no longer interested in the topic of your cursed energy.

"with the way you act, it is not hard to guess." you said direct and walked away a little in the hope that he would leave you alone, but he followed you.

"huh?" he didn't know what you were talking about. "how am i acting?"

you stopped walking. you could come up with a few things to describe it. "it is hard to put into words." you said.

"so that's how good i am?"

at this point, you didn't know if he was just trying to get on your nerves or if he was being for real right now. you decided to lay down on the grass cause you didn't feel like continuing to stand around without a purpose. especially if he wasn't going to leave.

he introduced himself. "my name is gojo satoru."

you looked at him as if he had brain damage. "i know. we were just talking about that."

now it was gojo who thought you were being dumb. is this your first conversation? maybe you were an introvert who didn't interact much with other people. "i wanted you to introduce yourself. never heard of social cues before? i thought that i knew all jujutsu sorcerers around my age. there aren't that many to begin with, so i wanted to see if i would maybe recognize your name." he stopped himself when he saw the look on your face. "you are a jujutsu sorcerer, aren't you? what other reason is there for you to have exorcised the curse?"

he talks so much. how many questions had he asked you by now? you really didn't have the energy for an interview. besides, why doesn't he just ask me to introduce myself if that's what he wants? weirdo. "...do you have to know everything? i just came here to shut my mind off for a bit, and now i am being babbled at by you. everything you need to know has already been said, no?"

well, you weren't wrong. he was here for the curse, and you told him that it was already taken care of. "you're pretty mean, you know that?" he pouted a bit as he sat down next to you on the ground.

you just kept looking at the sky with your head on top of your arms. "are you into it or something? i was hoping it would make you leave, but you are still here."

gojo thought about it for a while. i never thought about my type. am i into mean girls? nah, that can't be. who would be into that? sounds like something perverts would like. "of course not! i just happened to want to watch the sunset for a bit..."

you couldn't bring yourself to believe that. he seemed like a weird guy. "sure."

to be continued...

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nottapossum · 1 day

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I can't lie, I'm a sucker for Little!Alastor and we definitely get enough interaction between the two. So I'm just obsessed with Little Alastor and Little Angel having a playdate with their respective caregivers-

(also I follow you on wattpad if you couldn't tell from the same username :])

Oh, yeah! Hiii!! I freaking love your username!!!!

That would be an adorable playdate!!!

🌹Husk and Rosie (the friend of Alastor that Husk actually likes) would place their little ones on a playmat in the center of the room while they hang out on the couch and chat.

Rosie: "So, how are things going with you and Angel?"

Husk shrugs: "I think it's going okay, for the most part... but, it's been an adjustment for sure."

Rosie: "That's expected. You seem to be doing a fine job so far though."

Husk: "I don't know, Sometimes Angel cries... Actually, he cries a lot. And I don't know why or what I'm supposed to do about it. It's frustrating, and...it hurts that I can't do anything... you know?"

Rosie nods: "Have you talked to him about it?"

Husk sighs: "I've tried, but he never wants to talk about it. I think he knows what the problem is, he just doesn't want to tell me."

Rosie: "If he's not telling you, it's probably because it's too hard to talk about... but the fact that he's crying to you about it says something. He trusts you to comfort him and help him feel better."

Husk: "You think so?"

Rosie: "I know so, I've seen you with Angel, sweetie. You're doing a great job. Don't ever doubt that."

Husk nods: "Thanks, Ro."

She'd be so good at giving him advice that works and being so comforting when he's feeling unsure of himself.

They may even become real friends. Who knows.

🦌Angel and Alastor would just be staring at each other for a long time...

Angel with nervousness,

Alastor with a big creepy smile on his face.

Both would be nervous at first until Angel offers Alastor one of his blocks...

Alastor: *Looks at it, then at Angel confused.*

Angel points to the tower he's making. "You can add it to my tower...if you wanna."

Alastor tilts his head. "Tower? Wadio Tower?"

Angel: *Shrugs.* "Sure."

Alastor places the block on top of the tower. Luckily, it doesn't fall.

Angel smiles at Alastor. "You want to help me build more?"

Alastor nods, laughing evily: "More Towers!!!"

Angel laughs. "Yer funny. I like that."

Alastor smiles genuinely at Angel before building yet another tower together.

♡♤◇♧

I gotta write them having a playdate as an actual one-shot or chapter.

They're both just so cute!!!

@todayimfour @trophyxtissues2 @im-not-paying-my-taxes @ask-dusty-boy @abby5577 @attagirljessy @legeufygeuber100 @stormy-is-hyperfixated @hinata-chan-utaitelover @thatswhat24

#ittybittysinners #ittybittysinnersq&h #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel age regression #little!alastor #little!angel dust #cg!Husk #cg!Husker #cg!rosie

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rosarylo · 2 days

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Christ died on the cross for you. For you. He did not die without fear, as the agony in the garden teaches us that Jesus’s human side came out so strong as he prayed to God, (Matthew 26:36-46).

He was scared, He was betrayed, He was suffering, and He did it for us. For you and for me.

It is easy to forget that Jesus was both fully human and both fully Divine, and to see him only as the Lord and Saviour, not as a man afraid of death.

We must remember that Jesus bled. He bled red blood like you and I do when we scrape our knee or rip the skin off from around our fingernails.

This month we do not wave crazy flags and dance almost naked on the streets of the cities in which we live, but we sit with The Word and we sit with Him and we pray.

To love all of His creation is to understand the falls and sins and mistakes we all make. Do not spread hate this month, or ever, yet teach about love. And what is love? God. (1 John 4:16).

Don’t waste energy by insulting people, as we were all created in His imagine and for us He died. He did not die so we would hate and judge, as only God can judge, (James 4:12).

Save people from sin by teaching them, treat them as your equal as you are not without your own burdens and your own sins.

Jesus wants to know us all. (Luke 15:4-7). He leaves the 99 for the 1, and what makes you think you are the only 1? No. The addict on the corner sitting beside his only possessions stuffed into a shopping trolley is the 1 lost sheep. The young girl wondering if maybe she’s a boy because she likes the colour blue and playing football is the 1 lost sheep. The man who cheated on his girlfriend and aches to undo the wrong of his decision and turn back time is the 1 lost sheep. The devoted attendee of Mass three times a week who spends up to an hour in prayer everyday is also still that 1 lost sheep, even if she knows God so well, for we all walk away sometimes, and we all doubt sometimes.

You are the 1 lost sheep. I am the 1 lost sheep. And in Christ we can be remade. Christ changes us. He moves us away from temptation, from adultery, from pride, from ignorance, from hate and from all the new ideals we are being force-fed by the media and those ‘in power.’

Do not be fooled. Christ is our power, and our provider. And to Him we owe everything.

Remember you and I are simply human, who make so many mistakes we cannot name even just those we have made solely this week.

Jesus has the power to make us all better, regardless of where we are now, who we are now or what we say we are now.

God bless you.

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isa-ghost · 12 hours

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some qphil and pomme hcs 🥹? i was thinking abt the rescue we were robbed of

Okay bear with me, I didn't get to see her a lot because I didn't watch most POVs she was on so these might not be spicy and deep or smth, they'll mostly be silly or surface level stuff. 😭

Phil headcanons masterlist

He thinks she's one of, if not THE most brilliant egg. Pomme's mind is something else /pos. He'd love to sit down and pick her brain sometime as one big brain to another (though he'd never admit he's big brain).

He makes dad jokes about Chayanne making anything apple flavored/centric like "How could you cook Pomme like that D:" and it always gets him smacked by both Chay and Lullah.

And then he'll see Pomme and be like YOU'RE ALIVE :O!! and watches her scramble like ?!?!?! before dying laughing and explaining himself. Etoiles has started to get in on this, much to Pomme's dismay.

He makes so many apple-related dad jokes in general, he enjoys watching all the kids die inside too much when he makes them. He doesn't even LIKE dad jokes that much, he's just a shithead.

He actively encourages Pomme to "compete" with Richas in collecting dads

There have been multiple occasions where they've had a Moment of some sort with or without other people around and he's told Pomme how much of her parents he can see in her. He's talked about seeing Baghera, Etoiles, and Pierre.

Phil loves the way Pomme just kinda blends in with her parents. She's not a Mommy's Girl or a Daddy's Girl. If she's with Baghera she's a lot like her and that her is different than when she's with Etoiles and those are both different from when she's with Pierre. And so on. Phil finds it endearing that Pomme takes after each and every parent and how it really shows when she's with them individually.

The couple times she (usually also with Dapper or Richas) would come to Phil in the wake of big stressful things going on, it was because she knew of all the islanders, Phil is one of the ones who's no doubt seen the most in his lifetime. He Gets It. He'll be real and raw about it, he won't sugarcoat just because she's a little girl. He'll level with her, and that kind of insight and comfort is what she needs in those trying times.

I think if Phil was Pomme's parent then she would've pulled a Chayanne and personally beat Ender King's ass right out of his body. And she'd spend day and night beforehand painstakingly plotting a plan to ensure it goes right too.

My memory is fuzzy on Pomme's first day, but I remember Phil being on high alert while the French were getting on their feet and offering everything he could in order to help keep Pomme safe while they settled in. Pomme's never forgotten that. If there were ever a crisis that left all of the French AND Bad + their bases inaccessible or unsafe, she'd go straight to Phil next. She knows how much effort he puts into keeping his bases safe and secure, and she knows he has always dropped everything at any moment no matter what in order to prioritize the eggs.

God these two shake hands on the insomnia fr. The only reason Phil eventually passes out is bc of his weird universe transcending fuckery. He may willingly Go to sleep but his ass doesn't willingly Fall asleep if that makes sense. Brain too busy going 90 miles a minute.

Phil's never thought abt this but I am: Of all the eggs, I think Pomme is one of the ones who would survive the best in his Hardcore World. She'd lock the FUCK in.

And Phil would've seen that if we weren't robbed of the rescue. 😔 The rescue would've changed how Phil views Pomme in a positive way I think.

Because as of right now, he just feels awful that Pomme has to grow up and be mature so much faster. There are too many horrors, she just doesn't let herself be a kid. Chayanne does similar things but he at least still let's himself be a kid. It saddens Phil that Pomme seems to think she can't be, even if she wants to be. :(

If he wasn't afraid of an awful accident happening, he'd probably spar with her. She's the daughter of Etoiles, he has no doubt she's a lil fireball. But he only trusts himself to spar with Chayanne and Lullah. (I think I've said this somewhere already,, hm. Well at least I'm consistent LMAO)

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qphil headcanons #qsmp pomme #pomme the egg #qsmp headcanons

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leonenjoyer69 · 2 days

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hiiiiiii i demand you drop everything you have on Elias like uh this instant (he’s so silly i love him ahajajsbdbsha)

KGKEKGKEK FIGHTER YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY TRYNA KILL ME, SENDING ME THIS ASK RIGHT AFTER DRAWING HIM 🫵 MY AUTISTIC ASS CAN'T TAKE ALL THIS POSITIVE ATTENTION, I'M GONNA SHAKE YOU!!!! JSKVKDKVK YOU'RE SO COOL!! FIGHTER WHEN I GET YOU, WHEN I GET YOU FIGHTER--

BUT, Since you asked so nicely I suppose I can deliver 🤭, lucky for y'all, @dustmint and I had an awesome discussion on Elias in the Mindscape (primarily on Mind Jekyll, hehe), all stemming from a drawing y'all will probably get to see quite soon (is this one :33). Once again, these are all messages from discord, so I'm sorry if the formating is weird but I really don't know how else to scribe these 😭 Mints messages are the indented green ones, and mine are the orange :3

(FIRST THO, Mint and I also came up with the ship names DayBreak (Jekyll and Elias) and NightFall (Hyde and Elias) bc we were feeling a little silly teehee (TYSM MINT FOR SUGGESTING SHIP NAMES ILY!!) but, also ofc there's Hydas (kinda reminds me of Midas, which I think is cute since they're both blond) and,,,, most the ones for Jekyll don't really flow as well, but Jekyias is pretty good :3)

Anyways, onto the discussion:

does a Mind Hyde exist in Lanyon's mindscape?? Or does Mind Jekyll just has some like characteristics that make him look a bit like Hyde 👁👁??

I think Mind Jekyll would just have some odd/intensified characteristics from Hyde. since Lanyon was able to see bits of Jekyll in Hyde before he even knew of the split, I think his mind would very quickly just connect Hyde back to Jekyll and skew his perception of Jekyll. Plus, I just don't think Hyde by himself has made enough of an impact on Lanyons life that he would get his own mind person, Lanyon barely knew anything about him and everything he learned about Hyde just kinda fed him more on Jekyll, and that's who he actually cares about. (Sorry if any of that is confusing jekvkksf english is hard rn) but!!! Mind Jekyll, right? Yeah, he would probably dislike Elias, Just like how Mind Lanyon dislikes Hyde. Mind Jekyll would probably think he's helping Lanyon (especially with how much *Lanyon* dislikes Elias) by either getting rid of (or at least keeping control of) Elias in the mindscape

Oooo, yeah, I think I understand :0 (dw! I understand that) Also, poor Elias, he already has some doubt about the real Jekyll liking him, and the Mind version of him just dislikes him 😭 would Mind Jekyll ever try to get rid of Elias in a similar way to what Mind Lanyon did? (Trying to cut off Elias's head) Also, how would Elias feel about Mind Jekyll disliking him and stuff?? ((Also, maybe Mind Jekyll tries to lock Elias in the mindscape or something like that 👁👁??)

.. I may be listening to Chonnys Charming Chaos Compendium in order, which *may* be swaying my ideas a bit, but I think Mind Jekyll would kinda play "nice" for a bit mayhaps? Like, he certainly doesn't act like he likes Elias, more so making it obvious that he just begrudgingly tolerates Elias's presence. As it goes on for a bit tho, Mind Jekyll would probably start getting worse, being much more open about his dislike and actively trying to lock Elias away in sections or rooms of the mindscape (maybe sometimes even with/near one of Lanyons stray nightmares?)

Elias has a *very* complex view of mind Jekyll, bc on one hand, it's *mostly* kinda the guy he loves, plus, having to deal with Mind Jekylls hatred is still better than going crazy all by himself in silence (at least at first). On the other hand, Mind Jekyll does hate him quite strongly and hurts his feelings quite often, making Elias even more likely to spiral. Mind Jekyll is probably one of the main reasons Elias absolutely detests the mindscape. Elias has certainly left the mindscape absolutely hysterical a good few times, going straight to Lanyon, because even *he's* better than having to deal with everything in the mindscape (when he's not simply forced into the mindscape and kinda trapped for a bit, of course. He basically stops going in willingly after a couple of Mind Jekylls schemes (and perhaps meeting his dad, or seeing the ballroom?))

👁👁👁👁 ~~Elias is really going through stuff, damn–~~ Imagine if maybe Elias only ever saw the ballroom but like very vaguely, from the corner of his eye sometimes, and just decided "I'm never going there" because it just gives him some bad vibes and stuff, and just, Mind Jekyll locks him/forces him to go there, and it's Elias just wanting to go away the whole time, not having a fun time while Mind Jekyll is just refusing to let him leave, dragging him by the hand and stuff– ~~(I'm sorry but I can't help but imagine maybe Elias telling what happened to Lanyon later, and Lanyon just like: "😨😰")~~

VJKDJVKEK OMFG YOU'RE A GENIUS, MIND JEKYLL FORCES HIM IN THERE AND HOLDS HIM IN A WALTZ AROUND THE ROOM, BUMPING INTO ALL THESE FACELESS PEOPLE AS THEIR SENSELESS CHATTER GROWS LOUDER AND LOUDER, GRATING ON ELIAS'S EARS AND SENDING HIM INTO A PANIC BC HE CAN FEEL THE HATRED COMING OFF OF ALL OF THEM JSJVKDKVK, ALL WHILE MIND JEKYLL HAS HIM IN A VICE GRIP, PROBABLY BEING THE ONE TO START ALL THE MURMURING THOUGHTS IN ELIAS'S HEAD-- Whoopsie my fanfic writing spirit took over 🤭🤭

OWHROWHDOWHDK 👁👁 Maybe Mind Jekyll is like first sort of talking to the faceless people, maybe flirting with some of them, while Elias is just awkwardly standing behind him, feeling very out of place, and at one point he just decides he's had enough of this, and tells Mind Jekyll that he wants to go, he wants to leave. And Mind Jekyll sort of teases him with an overly sweet tone, and says something how they can't leave just yet, to at least let him have a waltz before that and then them just waltzing and stuff. And maybe at one side it just feels very nostalgic because it makes him think of back when ~~he~~ Lanyon and Jekyll had their affair, or when Lanyon was teaching Jekyll hoe to waltz. But those memories keep getting drowned out by everything else that's going on. AND WHAT IF ELIAS FEELS AS IF THE TICKING OF THE CLOCK IS GROWING LOUDER AS WELL AND ADDING ONTO EVERYTHING ELSE, AND MIND JEKYLL JUST KEEPS TAUNTING HIM BUT AT THAT POINT ELIAS CAN'T DISTINGUISH WHETHER IF ALL THOSE THINGS ARE HIS THOUGHTS OR WHAT SOMEONE ELSE IS SAYING. And then after somehow getting away from that ((and probably having a breakdown)) he just decides that he's never coming back there, and that he refuses to ever go into his mindscape ever since, and that he'll stay outside even if he or Lanyon are sick of each other because anything is better than that?? (Also, what if at one point they just. Lock him somewhere nearby the ballroom, and so Elias can still hear what's going on out there but he's locked and can't do anything except try to get out and listen to everything going on, and maybe he eventually gets out just because Lanyon drank the potion??)

LITERALLY READING ALL THIS AND GIGGLING OMFG IT'S PERFECT JDJVKEJKF YOU'RE A GENIUS ILYSM!!!! I MIGHT HAVE TO GRAB THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE BY THE THROAT AND BEAT IT INTO SUBMISSION BC OMFG I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THAT SO BAD NOW. AND JSKVKDKVKFK UGHHHH THINKING ABOUT HOW LANYON WOULD MAYBE REACT TO ELIAS FREAKING TF OUT OVER WHAT HAPPENED IN THE MINDSCAPE AND HAVING A FULL MELTDOWN. AT FIRST LANYON WOULD PROBABLY DEGRADE HIM FOR OVERREACTING AND BEING AS OVERLY EMOTIONAL AS USUAL UNTIL HE EVENTUALLY SEES HOW BAD IT TRULY SEEMS TO BE AFFECTING ELIAS AND HE ACTUALLY STARTS FEELING BAD KSKVKDKF

PQBDOQHDQODB, IMAGINE IF MAYBE IF THE REASON WHY HE WENT OUT OF THE MINDSCAPE WAS BECAUSE OF LANYON TAKING THE POTION. IMAGINE JEKYLL WAS WITH HIM, AND ELIAS JUST SORT OF GETS SCARED AT SEEING HIM CAUSE HE CONFUSES HIM FOR MIND JEKYLL FOR A SECOND, AND LIKE FLINCHES AND TELLS HIM TO LEAVE HIM ALONE AND GET AWAY FROM HIM MAYBE?? But also, Lanyon degrading him just making his meltdown worse, and then just Lanyon maybe eventually trying to help him?? ~~(also, what if at one point Elias just, for some reason *has* to go into his mindscape, and runs into Mind Jekyll after what happened at the ballroom)~~

OMG, JEKYLL WOULD *NOT* KNOW WHAT TO DO IF ELIAS HAD A BREAK DOWN IN FRONT OF HIM, *ESPECIALLY* IF IT WAS ACCIDENTALLY TRIGGERED BY HIM KDCKKFKEKD

BONUS POINTS!! Elias ends up running off to get away from Jekyll and Jekyll genuinely has no damn clue what to do and just sorta stands there super awkwardly for a while before looking for him. In that time, Elias has already hidden himself away somewhere, now stuck with just Lanyon as he absolutely melts down, drowning Lanyons words out with babbled explanations and questions and apologies. Eventually, Lanyon *does* in fact start feeling kinda bad and awkward and actually starts helping the best he can

If Elias gets forced into the mindscape after the ballroom fiasco he would definitely tread the mindscape more carefully. He'd probably hide in rooms and such, deciding that the loneliness was better than dealing with all of that (or something worse) again, and if he does come across mind Jekyll, he'd probably try to run off and hide, or at least try to lose him.

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Mmmm, Elias angst 🤭🤭 also!! Mind Jekyll would probably also be a poison enjoyer. I feel like Lanyon would be slightly scared of real Jekylls poison cabinet, bc why tf does that man need so many poisons, and have an underlying fear of taking any sort of potion from Jekyll. That's also probably intensified after he, ya know, takes one that splits him in two? But yeah, Mind Jekyll definitely encompasses that, lmao

But yeah, Elias does NOT get to have fun in the Mindscape. But hey, at least his clothes are comfy! And when he's in shadow/mirror form, he usually can't hear the pocket watch ticking, unless he's alone.

Additionally!!! I have a playlist for Elias, which if anyone wants to check out, is here. (It does have some unplayable songs tho, which is very sad bc I feel like they're the most accurate for him jekvkdk but!! I offer thee the links to listen to them on YouTube 😌 --- Love Psalm, Hole in the Sky, and Hell Frozen Rain)

ANYWAYS JDKVKKD THANK YOU FOR THE ASK FIGHTER ‼️‼️‼️ I'M GONNA GET YOU, YOU BETTER COUNT YOUR DAYS 😇😇 <3333

#oc: elias wright #mint is literally the best conspirator ever ILY ‼️‼️‼️<33333 #answered asks #my ramblings #tgs #jekyll and hyde #the glass scientists #lanyon takes the potion au

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astoriasite · 2 days

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EMPTY BOX II JEONG YUNHO

pairing: idol!yunho x fem!reader

summary: yunho is your best friend, but he's in love with you. can you handle the love he gives, or you pretend to ignore and satisfy your needs only?

warnings: reader is selfish and unstable, actions of cheating and mentions of heartbreak, VERY slight NSFW but mainly focused on angst.

recommended music!: empty box -ateez (obv) we can't be friends - ariana grande

author's note: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off any true events. please do not copy the work.

(also i DREAMED this fic and i couldn't handle being yunho in my mind 24/7 so i had to write it out lol enjoy)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Do you know that feeling when your heart desires someone so bad, that you can’t talk about your feelings openly, fearing that what if you screw everything up. Your heart is so full of someone, that you can’t even call it yours. Feelings are dangerous, but the heart is heavier than people predict. Especially when you’re in love. You're so full of different emotions that it sometimes pushes out the ability to speak or act straight. So it results in you denying everything you feel. Just in order to protect them and your friendship.

But nevertheless,

When you hear the other confessing those feelings you feel, it all comes together.

When you hear him whispering “I think I’m in love with you.”

When you can feel his warm breath fanning over your skin, being so close you can feel his body warmth,

When you can feel him pulling the covers over your body because you fell asleep one night you two watched a movie together,

It all comes together.

You need to confess.

So one day, when Yunho announced that he’s going away on a mini trip to another city, and he needs someone to keep an eye on his house and dog, you volunteered happily. Because what are best friends for? Without a doubt, Yunho trusted his house on you. It makes you feel so warm inside, knowing that he feels the same way changes everything. Although, the fact that he’s going away without knowing how you feel, eats you alive. Maybe you should’ve let him know about your feelings before it’s too late. However, it’s been almost a week since he left you here, and as you sit on the carpeted floor in his living room in front of a coffee table, you’re thinking about him. The weather outside went from sunny and warm to suddenly humid and cloudy as the day slowly creeps into late afternoon. You know it’s risky being in a relationship with an idol, but somehow that doesn’t bother you. The only thing on your mind is being happy, with him in your arms.

But no use of these thoughts. It just slowly eats you alive, the more you think about it. You should wait for him like you’ve always been, sitting in his house and taking care of his dog like you promised. But no. Something inside you tells otherwise,and that is exactly how you end up standing in the middle of his room, staring at his neatly made bed in the dark room, only the streetlight illuminating the room. It kills you staring at his bed, basically still smelling his perfume he probably put on himself the day he left his house. It’s overwhelming thinking back to those times when you slept over because you were “tipsy” and needed someone who would take care of you. No doubt, you’re friends called Yunho.

Of course they didn’t know how painful it was for Yunho to pick you up from parties and feed you with warm food and clothes in his home just as a friend.

Whenever your friends called him up, already teasing him about looking out for your boyfriend at the time to not to get jealous.

It made his heart shatter in pieces when you stood in his door, wrenched because of the heavy rain outside because your so lovely boyfriend broke up with you. Saying the excuse that you needed a friend. So naturally, Yunho had enough.

Without your notice, he started distancing himself a little, until one night,you called him again, asking if you could crash at his house because your stuff is still at your ex-boyfriend’s place, still not being able to gather the courage to stand in front of him. What can he say when you’re asking him in a desperate voice, the voice only he knows because he heard it a hundred times? In no time, you were eating his self-made food and watching his favorite movies on his TV. He thought it would be a smart idea having you so close to his body, almost cuddling like a normal couple would, but instead you weren’t together like that. He lets out a sigh when he notices you sleeping deeply, dreaming about something happy because he can see a slight smile in the corner of your mouth. Before he could stop himself, he whispers;

I’m in love with you.

But that was months ago. And he still thinks it was good this way, telling you he loves you without you really knowing, just so the pain would be lifted up from his chest and heart.

As these memories flood your mind, you let the tears soak in his bedsheets you changed oh so dearly earlier today. As you’ve been spending your days here you avoided his room, afraid that if you go inside, you would call Yunho up and order him home. You couldn't do that, not when he’s working. But as you spent more time in the room, it didn’t sound so bad. Would he be able to come home? Just because you called?

The answer is yes.

Whispering on the phone that you need him home immediately, he left everything and rushed from the hotel he was staying at. He loved you too much to ignore such a simple request. It was you, in the end. But as you put down the phone, you look around once more in his room, you remember back one more time.

To that night.

That night, you were selfish. It happened way before he confessed, but just by looking at him you knew he might have felt something towards you. And you used it perfectly to please yourself. As usual, you and your “new” boyfriend had an argument and you didn’t want to be in the same place as him, so you escaped in your “Yunho always got my back” world. And Yunho couldn’t say no to you, not when you were crying in his arms, squeezing his body so close and telling him please don’t let go. It was unfair, really. How easily he fell for you and said yes to everything you asked for. Even when you asked him to take you to his room and make love to you.

You overstepped something that night, but still wouldn’t admit it.

But that night, you truly felt like you made love with someone with no strings attached. You truly felt like you were being heard. Someone cared for you,someone loved you.

You felt his lips tracing your body like a feather, worshiping every part of you like fine crystals in the sea. You looked like a goddess in his eyes, the way your hair sprawled on the bed sheets, your body arching when his lips got lower and lower until he found your sweet spot that needed so much attention. That night, you repeated his name like a mantra, whispering in his ears to go faster or harder, or scratching his back to punctuating your words when you say — please Yunho, make me yours~

And all he said was; I love you - whispering in your hair when you screamed his name around him due the pleasure he caused. He whispered your name over and over, begging for you to finally hear him. But no use.

Somehow you knew how to have him wrapped around your fingers.

So why did you ignore him up until now?You don’t exactly know either.

But there he was. You hear the car pulling up to the driveway, the headlights illuminating the semi-dark living room as you enter, running to the door just to almost trip over some dog toy in process. You shouldn’t be this excited, but you can’t help but smile when you open up the door and run towards him. Your heart skips a beat as you take in his tall figure,wearing a long gray coat as he runs towards you in the rain. He towers over you as both of you stop in front of each other, feeling the cold rain falling on your bodies, but that doesn’t even matter to you. His warm hands sneaking up on your cold face says it all. His worried expression takes you in.

“Are you alright? Why did you-”

You cut Yunho off by pulling him closer to you, inching closer to his lips but this time, the unexpected happens. His hands grips your face harder to keep you back, defeatedly putting his forehead on yours. The rain rolls off his dark soaked hair onto your face, making you smile as you look into his eyes.

“I love you,Yunho!”

The world stops, it feels like raindrops are freezed in the air, waiting for everything to go back to normal. Yunho feels the same way too, waiting for you to continue to make sure he doesn’t hallucinate anything. A moment passes, and your hair is soaked by now as you watch Yunho’s expression. His eyebrows are scrunched together slightly, his eyes searching for something in yours, while on the other hand, you smile brightly at him. It feels like you’ve been rejected, without words.

“Can’t you hear me? I love you-”

Instead of finishing your sentence, you grab him by his face,slowly kissing his cold lips to snap him back to reality. It feels unreal to him, really. Too unreal, in fact. So he can’t help but trust his intuitions and pull you away from him. Your eyes widens when you take in his disappointed expression, his eyes still closed. “Do you…do you really love me?”He stutters out, his gaze suddenly glued to yours. Without another doubt, you nod heavily. “Of course.”

“Do you realize what you're doing, Y/N?” As another moment passes the rain pours harder on your bodies, like the weather knows how Yunho feels too. You make a confused face, still holding his eye contact. “What are you talking about?”

But then, he lets you go suddenly, stepping away from you as he swipes his hand over his wet face. “Both of us know what this is really about. Right?”

“I think we should go inside, we’re going to catch a cold. Let’s go have a bath, yeah?” You whisper, trying to catch his hand from his frustrated face, but he pulls away.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? How miserable my life is because of you?”

The words simply slip out of his mouth, visibly not regretting. Yunho should feel morse because of his harsh words, but he doesn’t. He finally feels free saying these words to you, after being used to many times. The look on your face only upsets him more, the clear confusion and innocence sits on your eyes like you don’t know how you played him just right. You really thought you finally sorted your feelings out. Was it a lie?

“I have been here for you, everytime something shit happens to you, Y/N. I was here when your shitty boyfriends abused you or you had enough of them. I let you use me because I was so blinded by my own feelings. Do you still not realize?”

His words hit you like a thunderstorm echoing in the dark sky. It makes you more confused than ever.

“Can you imagine what I had to go through because you thought of me just as a friend while I loved you with all my heart?”

“But I love you too, Yunho-”

“No you don’t. You just the idea of me being here for you every time you fuck something up. You need someone to clear the mess up after you, and your other friends clearly can’t do that.”

As Yunho continues, you feel like the world is slipping out from under you.

“I tried to move on from the fact that we are not meant to be, but you had to come back and seduce me again, right?”

He inches away from you, betrayal and pain showing on his tired face as he lets out another sigh. Before you could say anything else, you hear the car door opening and closing again, a figure closing to the two of you with an umbrella. Your breath catches in your throat as Yunho looks down next to him, his arms sneaking around the girl standing next to him.

“This…this never meant to be on a long run, Y/N.” He says, not looking in your way as he takes the umbrella from the girl, her eyes intervening with his as she looks up at him with worry. You know this look from him. He used to look at you like that too. “W-what?” You’re left speechless when Yunho extends his arm towards you, keeping you under the umbrella as he takes your own hand and places it in it. He takes his coat off and hovers it above the girl next to him, his hand sliding into hers as he looks at you once more. “I think you should go home tomorrow and never come back. For the both of us.”

Yunho loving you teached you a lot of things, nevertheless, in the end, you were just a girl who happened to choose the wrong people over the good ones.

(i literally dreamed about empty box someone help me i fear im oraculum)

#im not okay i wrote this at 3am #kpop #yunho #ateez #jeong yunho #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez x reader #yunho smut #yunho imagines #kpop angst

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Pls rant about non romance cole…he’s my favorite character in anything, ever and it feels so sad that we never got to have a deeper relationship w him. Like the mechanics/possible lore of having a romance with a spirit are so tantalizingly interesting but no…also doubting we will see him in veil guard which leaves me so so broken …

*looks at their pile of unpacked feelings about cole*

so ૮( ◡̀_◡́)ა where to start....................

first of all uh! im not good at talking! that's why i draw phphp but i'll try my best to resurrect my memories from 2014 and share it with you!! sorry if it will sound weird, english is not my native language!

well WELL from the begining then. i remember spending hours more like days hhhh thinking about how weird and cool the recruiting scene with cole is? later when he is already with the inquisition, our party is either on guard around him or kinda treats him like he is helpless and needs special attention or guidance or something like that? demonising someone like him or framing them as in need of help are like textbook behavior ofc and im not here to be a hater, i just noticed it? moments with solas and varric fighting over him like a divorced couple are super cute for sure!!

but i remember being confused because excuse me, out of all of them, this guy??, this feral bat that is chilling on the ceiling like it's a lounge-zone inside Lucius' head, created especially for him?

he is confident. also a little bit nervous, a bunch mysterious and just ghostly cool. but also confident. (im not saying this confidence is not misplaced sometimes btw x) he even tells you that if you'll leave your head you'll die! what a jokester (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

and the whole quest with templars and envy are soooo horror coded, i love it!! it looked a bit silly, sure

(even after so many years im not able to get rid of the image in my brain phphphp)

but it's still a very interesting quest!! dorian is ✨the bestie✨ but i'm always picking templars bc the implications of the story are just so good

1. its placed at the beginning of the game and your character is probably confused and anxious and dont yet worked out the routine of how to deal with their new title\powers + not every inquisitor character would want to be in the spotlight.

imagine you suddenly got yourself into position where a lot of people looking up to you, listening to what you saying, placing their hopes on you or waiting for you to fail? this is terrible! id 1000% just jumped out of a cliff!!! a small one, but still

2. you meeting the guy who basically came from a place you now have unlimited access to.

he is: a) almost as confused as you are b) possibly came to this world without knowing consequences of that decision c) along the way he is figuring out how to be himself in the environment that is nothing like where he used to live. wow thats just like forced immigration *nervous laugh*

3. and let's not forget that you are meeting him inside your head and you can say to him "you look familiar".

dont know about you but apparently i dont need much to start screaming ¯(ツ)/¯

also can i just spend the moment to say that this is three (3) identical dialogue options??????????

the screenshot is from here btw

how awesome would it be to be able to figure out stuff together? to find comfort in someone, with someone who barely experienced it this way? to build on your strong sides? like "hope" for cole and i guess "unhingedness" for the inquisitor? i bet they would ground each other easily as well: cole distracting inq by being unintentionally mischievous and inq would have a notepad with cole's "firsts ____" or they would just read together. oh im such a sucker for hurt\comfort\some things cant be healed stuff uaaaaaaaaa

ALSO THE "FORGET" THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the drama the horror the tension!!!!!!!! you can fight me over this but heres the thought:

cole being so stressed that he is erasing\being on the edge of erasing the inquisitor's memories??????

i got the feeling that cole's confidence in the concept of "help" is, among other things, makes him being able to zoom in on something borderline obsessively? or vise versa - dismissively, not noticing "it hurts, its not for the better"? he thanks you when you promise to kill him, he cries when you do not. i swear this man (─ ‿ ─)

+quick addition bc im not entirely sure: so if i got it right, the anchor makes the inquisitor "too bright" to read? so among all the people we know about inq is the one that cole can't truly empathise on this lvl? on spiritual lvl you might say lsdkjflksdjflkj sorry!!!!! but jokes aside,this is like the perfect ground to build both comforting stories

"someone from the party notices that cole is hanging near inq before inq do, and when asked he explains it by saying something like "dry warm skin. the air is stilled with quiet, easy to breathe. i followed the shining whispers and then i was followed no more" with the most plain face possible? "

and "today for lunch i have glass" kind of stories, like "the inquisitor is cornered and possibly bleeding and probably on the verge of passing out and they know that situation is bad and no one should follow/find them, "it's better to wait it out and deal with it on my own" kind of clown behavior. so they laugh tiredly at how pathetic they are, maybe remembering something similar from their childhood, remarks from their sibling for ex., and just trying their best to not think about how they need cole's help, cole's presence. the sense of safety that comes when he is around"

uh!!! that wasnt neither quick or painless so i'll go make a tea wait a second please

im back!! so since i talked about the forget thing i must confess - i dont really like cole's personal quest???? again, im not complaining or anything but i remember feeling kinda empty while playing it? like deep inside me, there was something sad, but it was so far away,i coudn't even feel it properly?

both human and spirit versions of his ending made me feel like the distance between you and him lengthened, and maybe you could do something about it before but now? this "something" is missing and you're lost and can't even tell for sure if theres was a chance to do something in the first place? and cole just moved on? its super logical considering he is not a romance option but phphph so, i rarely romance someone in games, partly bc rpg tends to be a little horny and im that kind of ace who is not interested in this, partly bc i tend to pay attention to non-romanceable characters, so when i started to explore last da:i dlc and i saw cole having gf i was like "well ouch".

imagine your inq has a crush on cole but they never were able to say it clearly?

mb it was a melancholic slowburn, and your character was going through too much and felt like burdening cole with their problems would be unfair?

maybe they tried but the timing was wrong, the words felt stupid, and their hands felt too dirty, too guilty?

oh anon its been ten years and its still huuuuuurts!!!! if you following me for a while you know that im an edge lord in poor disguise so its not surprising for neither you or me that i ended up rumbling about inexplicable sadness and crushing existential guilt, but sorry for that anyway!! if anyone would want me to talk about something specific, or to draw something - im here, staring at the wall, listening to cole's banter :') thank you for the wonderful question tho, it was more than just nice to return back to this ship. im so agreeing with you about cole being the fave character from everything, but i also understand that this could mean being very unsatisfied with the way he was portrayed at some points or just with the fact that characters like him are rare so im sending you warm and tight hugs and a little sketch!! <3

let's collectively accept the fact that dav gonna be a beautiful mess, we gonna love it (passionately), we gonna be hurt by it (not surprisingly) and COLE FOREVER WILL BE THE BEST DA CHARACTER EVER IM NOT GONNA CHANGE MY MIND FIGHT ME

#da:i #da: inquisition #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #cole dragon age

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[ID: A limited palette of green and pink, Vashwood comic. The first page serves as a prologue. The first panel shows Vash speaking to someone off screen while Wolfwood is lingering behind him. A black arrow is drawn pointing at him. In the second panel, Vash is buying donuts in the distance while Wolfwood is once again in view, lingering. and the black arrow is drawn pointing at him. In the third panel, Vash is leaving a cubicle and turning towards his right with a slightly peeved expression. He sees Wolfwood, leaning against the cubicle, waiting for him, and with the black arrow drawn, pointing at him, implicating the consistent hovering of Wolfwood’s presence during Vash’s everyday. At the bottom of the page, they’re drawn out of panel with Vash turning to Wolfwood and saying with an irritated expression, “You’re really following me everywhere, huh?” Wolfwood responds, “What, you got a problem?” Vash responds without hesitation, “Yeah, kinda...”

The second page starts with a new day. In the first panel, Vash is seen alone, weighing apples in his hands at a mart, with crowds passing behind him. In the second panel, he turns to his right and starts to say, “Hey, Wolfwood...” In the third panel, he’s startled from seeing a stranger, whom he’d accidentally called out to when he was expecting to see Wolfwood. He says, “Oh, you’re not him. Sorry!” In the fourth panel, the stranger walks off and Vash muses, “Right, he said he had something to do today...”

The third page begins with a close up of Vash's miffed expression, the continuation of Vash's thoughts, "Now that he's not here, this is just like how I used to be, but... It feels lonely somehow. Oh well, I'll see him again tonight, like always." In the second panel, it shows Vash walking through the marketplace crowd, alone. In the third panel, the door panel is a close up of the door opening with a peek of Vash's head. He says, "Wolfwood!" In the fourth panel, Vash is holding a bag of food with a bright smile and says, "Are you hungry? I got you something to eat today!"

The fourth page begins with a shot of the room, two beds being highlighted, one of them being made properly with the blanket draped over the bed and the other with the blanket folded and pillow sitting on top of it. There's no sign of Wolfwood. The second panel shows Vash with a disappointed look as he thinks, "He's still not here?" The third panel shows Vash putting the bag of food on the table. Stapled to the paper bag is the receipt with a written note "For Wolfwood." Vash's thoughts continue "He does like to stay out so, I guess there's no reason to worry..." The fourth panel shows Vash sitting his bed somberly with his thoughts continued, "It's not any of my business anyway..."

The fifth page starts with a close up his blank expression as he looks downwards, thinking, "Even if he left completely... That'd be understandable and better for him. I'll just travel alone again... like before... Huh?" The next panel shows Vash's composure break, tears welling up in his eyes suddenly, as he didn't expect to cry. He starts to sob, putting his hands to his face to quiet himself and wipe at his tears, as he says, "Ugh... Dammit... I miss h..." The last panel shows Vash leaning over into his hands, still crying, and in the back, the door swings wide open with a bam as Wolfwood walks through with the punisher swung behind him. He shouts, "SPIKEY! You in here?!"

The sixth page starts with Wolfwood confused, looking at Vash and Vash looks back, just as confused, with tears in his eyes and snot out of his nose. Wolfwood starts saying, "Ah? You..." No longer in panels, at the bottom of the page, Wolfwood takes the Punisher off of himself and starts to walk towards Vash, continuing with slight concern, "What's wrong with you? Did something happen?" Vash, hurriedly begins to wipe at his tears, denying immediately, "No! No, I'm fine! Nothing happened!"

The seventh page, Vash points towards the table, with a hand still wiping at his tears and he smiles as he says, "I uh got you food. On the table." Wolfwood looks towards to the table and responds, "Oh. I was getting hungry, thanks." He turns his head back to Vash immediately after with an uncertain expression, knowing the other wasn't responding to his concern, and says, "But, I know you're an idiot with this stuff, so I'm reminding you again. Don't brush it off if it's an issue, alright?"

The eight page, Vash's tears have dried and he looks to Wolfwood with a soft smile and responds, "Yeah. It's okay though..." A panel at the center shows a side view of Vash approaching Wolfwood. At the bottom of the page, with no panel, is a close up shot of Vash's hand, holding onto the edge of Wolfwood's jacket sleeve, as he says, "Because you're here now. Wolfwood."

The final page is a back shot of both of them standing next to each other, Wolfwood's head tilted slightly to the left, not fully believing Vash as he says, "That doesn't answer anything, Spikey." Vash responds, "There's no need to talk about it! You should enjoy your food. Let's have a drink too?" Wolfwood responds, "Tsk, tsk. Fine, yeah. I could use one." END ID]

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #but onto this comic... i think and talk a LOT about vash's loneliness bc trigun is just. kind of central on that for a good while! esp in #the original manga he was alone for a good portion of it and he tends to keep others away like how he ran away from meryl and milly when #they tried to tag along. and he was kind of bothered when he realized ww was following him around Too. at the core even though he loves #humans and he loves deeply the people he does know -- he isnt really much of a people person and i think thats been the case since he was #young considering his initial doubts towards humans... with the exception of kids bc kids dont give him moral conflicts. so suddenly #here comes wolfwood!!! his guide. someone TRULY affixed to him until he has to get to knives. someone who isnt budging and someone whos #really good at following him around and even seems like he goes like 5 steps ahead to make sure vash doesnt run on him #in one way its - i don't want you to follow me bc i don't want to burden you and i don't want you to kill the people i want to save.#in another way its - i like this companionship. i like waking up to you and i like ending the way with you. i like talking to someone who #knows my world. i like being in your space and sometimes i enjoy talking about our day #theyre just living together. like. roadtrip buddies or theyre also under the same roof because they're going everywhere together.#trimax they mainly spend their mornings together and if they had personal business attend the other person would usually know and itd only #be during the midday. anyway bc of this kind of companionship i figure that vash eventually grew accustom to it and he really. cant go back #to the kind of loneliness from before. it's harder to imagine and it'd be harder to withstand. esp after 2 years with lina and her grandma.#ruporas art

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