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theidiotwhowritesthings · 8 months

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I would love to know your answer to F! 💕

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

This is an exert from an Avengers fanfic starring an OC that you can find on my AO3 titled 'Not That Lucky'. (The main character is actually the star in the current original project I'm working on.) For context, my OC is spiraling on the anniversary of her mother's passing. She's dealt with anger her whole life and struggles with it. The reason I love this little dialogue snippet is because I always knew the theme of anger was one my character would fight with and the stars aligned and I was able to have her discuss that emotion with a Marvel character renowned for his temper.

"Why are you angry, Aj?" Bruce said in the steadiest voice he had.

She clenched her teeth together, tears pooled in her eyes, and shook her head against her knees, "I don't know. I'm supposed to be sad, but I'm not good at sad, Bruce. I'm only good at angry." Aj lifted her head and swiped at the tears that left her eyes. "I can't even mourn right."

"Why are you mourning?" Bruce asked, but he had a bad feeling he knew the answer.

"December 19th." She replied simply. "It's the sixteenth anniversary of my mom's death."

Bruce sucked in a sharp breath, "Aj. I'm sorry."

"No. I'm sorry." She pressed her face into her hands briefly, "I'm stomping around like a petulant child, snapping and throwing things… It's stupid."

Bruce shook his head, "No, it's not. You don't have to be sorry. Anger is difficult to get a handle on. It's…finicky."

Aj chuckled, "Yeah, that's a word for it."

"Would you like to talk about it? It really does help." Bruce asked. He motioned to the cabinets, "Or I can get you another glass. I know Tony can afford more."

She shook her head with a small smile, "It's stupid—"

"It's never stupid."

Aj paused and then started again, "I don't have anything to be angry at. There's no person to blame. My mom dying…That was just—just a tragedy. Could've happened to anyone. I thought after 16 years, it'd waiver. I know I'll never be fully okay, and I'll always miss my mom, but…it just feels like every single year it gets worse. Time is supposed to heal, I thought."

"Time can heal, but only if the pain is finite. Losing someone you love…that's not something time will just erase, unfortunately." Bruce replied. "Yes, eventually the ache won't be so sharp, but it won't heal. Not like we wish it would."

"How do you do it, Bruce?" Aj asked with a shake of her head. "How do you keep your anger so well controlled? God, my anger just boils over with ease and then the smallest thing like stubbing my toe or—or cutting myself just feels like…"

Bruce smirked, "Feels like you're drowning in it?"

"Yes." Aj nodded desperately.

"You have to let it go, Aj." Bruce replied and her features wilted. He chuckled, "I know, I know. No one likes to hear it. But give me a little trust?" Aj relented and gave him a small nod. He motioned to her, "Anger is like a body of water. Some people live with puddles, lakes, or rivers, but people like us? We got stuck with a damn ocean. And it's a mean ocean. Unforgiving. Aj, you feel things so strongly…you feel that anger and you grab ahold of it. You fight it because it's the natural thing to do. But fighting it is wearing you down, it exhausts you to the point where now even the smallest things can set you off. You need to let go of it. Stop fighting the current. Let it take you where it wants to go because you can't beat an ocean, Aj. You can only ride the storm."

Aj sat in silence for a moment, mulling it over, and then she nodded with a soft smile, "Thanks, Bruce. No one ever explained it to me like that. People usually just tell me to get over it and that usually just pisses me off more."

Bruce stood up and crossed the kitchen to get the first aid kit he knew was in a drawer by the oven. He came back, sat down, and then began to clean the small cut with an alcohol swab from the kit, "What do you usually do on these days? I know people have different traditions."

"Well", Aj chuckled and watched him clean the tiny wound, "Typically, I sleep in until at least noon. Then I go to my favorite bar and drink until I can't see straight." Bruce frowned at that, but then it got worse. "Then after that, I would head to the ring and fight. It was everyone's favorite day because they knew it was the only day they could beat me. I was always too drunk to do well or win. That wasn't my intent though, I just wanted…"

"The pain." Bruce sighed.

Aj nodded, "I've always been better at physical pain than emotional pain. It's a hell of a lot easier to deal with."

"How about we find you a new coping mechanism, hmm?" Bruce asked. "Maybe a new tradition too?" Aj chuckled and gave him a small nod. He pulled out the box of bandages and shook it in front of her, "You want an Iron Man Band-Aid or a Captain America one?"

"They got any Hulk?" Aj grinned.

#ask game #avengers #marvel #not that lucky #this entire fic holds a special place in my heart

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pilvimarja · 2 years

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Do you think that the bad writing of Johnny Lawrence is enough to change your mind about Lawrusso/CK? I am hoping this question is okay. I have seen so many of my friends leaving the fandom now and it makes me a bit sad.

I mean, I'm only three episodes in so it's much too early to say how I'll end up feeling about the season as a whole and Johnny's personal character arc. And I'm not saying that I don't enjoy the season so far! There's plenty I like, but the complaints I do have are the biggest I've had in the history of the show.

I don't blame anyone for wanting to bail if canon does their fave dirty, but I personally am someone who tends to keep canon and fanon/fandom pretty separate in my head, so I can usually ignore the shitty parts. Canon is just the building blocks and the sandbox we play in. Sometimes the toys they throw us are harder to use and don't immediately fit the mold we have, but bad writing in canon often inspires fans to write a shit ton of fix-it fic!

Like I said, I can't really pinpoint what about Johnny in those first three episodes annoyed and frustrated me so much. I just hope that whatever it is goes away as the season progresses. Johnny is my favorite character and I don't want to be making a big frowny face at my TV when I watch him. And my issue with the baby plot isn't the baby itself, I actually fully expected Johnny's arc to conclude in marriage with Carmen (and a potential baby) in the final season/final episode, but not when he's still a complete mess of a man and barely a father to his existing son and the relationship with Carmen is so new and probably the first stable relationship he's had in decades.

My issue is that the writers basically seemed to use the unplanned pregnancy plot as a big wake-up call and a 2nd chance for Johnny that allowed them to get rid of all of his problems in a single episode/montage. I'm sure he'll still do stupid shit and get cold feet, but I don't expect them to ever fully address his alcoholism or the trauma from his youth or him being so emotionally stunted after this. That's something the fandom has to do in fanfics.

And because the show is aimed at a young audience and because Johnny is played by Billy Zabka who (I assume) has pretty conservative views when it comes to family, they didn't even bring up any alternatives for how to deal with the pregnancy. There was no adult conversation about it, they just immediately had Johnny baby-proofing his sockets, which also rubbed me the wrong way. It could be that a conversation like that happens in a later episode, but I'm not holding my breath.

#asks #cobra kai #cobra kai season 5 spoilers #mild negativity

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tinychusnowflake · 3 years

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-ALEX IN WONDERLAND-BOOK ONE-CHAPTER ONE-

What character look like:

Alex-

Hosuh-

And Zach(Drake/Reese and Gaby aren't important RN)-

(Hosuh is wearing this kind of bridesmaid dress)

"Alex!" Hosuh yelled from a distance. He had nearly tripped like five times because of the stupid bridesmaid dress. He still wasn't sure why he was supposed to wear one, he would've been fine with a suit. But, of course, mother would rather have the feminine-bodied boy in a dress.

Oh gosh, it would've been such a shame to have it get dirty. He gulped. On the other hand, Alex didn't care. I mean, she hadn't been changed in her ceremonial dress yet, but it didn't seem as if she was worried about the wedding. The silver haired couldn't blame the female blonde, Zach was such an asshole. They were only marrying each other to save the family's hierarchy. And Zach was all about the money. It was sickening, to be honest. But Reese was more kind-hearted, always like an older brother to Hosuh and Alex. But, as per usual, Reese was taken, by a girl named Gaby. Who was Alex's best friend, so he couldn't get mad about crushing on the blue-haired boy.

"Hell with this! I'm not even sure why they bother! They know he hates me!" The older retorted, pausing in between the sentences to breathe. Her voice sounded strained, as if she had been crying earlier.

"B-but what do you think running into the woods in a random direction would do?! We need to go back, just at least so we can called it off!"

"Hosuh." Alex stopped in her tracks, turning her head to the male, glowering at him. "Do you really think they're just gonna call this off? What do I do? Say I'm sick? Say I'm on my period? They couldn't care less about me! About us! They would continue the wedding no matter what!" She snapped, almost rolling her eyes from the younger's stupidity, but refraining as to not hurt her brother.

Hosuh pitifully looked at the ground, kicking up the grass quietly. She was right, their parents only cared about themselves.

"Don't you see? I had been put in an awful relationship because of them! I had to convince the church we were happy together. Because mother and father, all they wanted was the-"

Suddenly, Alex's voice trailed off, and Hosuh looked up, confused. Her eyes had moved behind him, giving perhaps a curious stare. It wasn't until she had hollered at the something she was eyeing.

"Hello?"

To be continued...

[NOTE-THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE ALEX AND ZACH BROKE UP-I MAY HAVE REWRITTEN IT TO MATCH WHAT HAPPENED AND GIVE SOME BETTER CHARACTERS/KEEP SOME UP TO DATE, BUT IN THIS FANFIC, ZALEX IS NOT THE SHIP-ALEX IF YOU SEE THIS AND ARE UNCOMFORTABLE, I WILL SHUT THIS DOWN IMMEDIATELY IF YOU SAY YOU WANT IT DOWN (not that I think you're gonna see this anyways... :/) ALSO, THIS HAS BEEN WRITTEN SEVERAL TIMES, AND IF ANYONE MAKES THIS INTO A COMIC, RP(ROLEPLAY), WEBTOON, NOVEL, ECT., THEN THAT IS TOTALLY FINE (as long as you give me the original credit and link your (ECT) to me :)) LASTLY, THIS WAS ALSO WRITTEN BEFORE POPULARMMOS DRAMA AND DANPLAN DRAMA. I HAVE MADE SO STEPHEN AND DANIEL DO NOT INTERACT WITH EACH OTHER AND ALSO TOOK ELENI OUT OF THIS FANFIC]

#inquisitormaster #tayn&blu #hosuh lee #danplan hosuh #hosuh #plan3 #danplan #actuallystephen #stephen #Zacharyzaxor #alex in wonderland #alice in wonderland #mcyt fanfiction #mcyters #youtumblr #youtube #dream smp #shady oaks retirement smp #shady oaks smp

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 4 years

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Hii!! I saw that your requests are open again so I hope u don't mind cosidering mine!! Maybe some Hcs of the THH bois being sad and their s/o comforts them and when they think they're asleep, they sing them a lullaby? the idea makes me very soft 👉👈🥺

Oop this idea makes me v soft, too ;w;

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Taka

You knew how emotional Taka tends to get, even over simple things like you reminding him that you appreciated him in your life.

Though one day, you find him laying on the bed, crying into a pillow.

The fact he neglected to greet you when you came home was especially concerning, since he always did that.

So you lay down beside him and hug him closely, asking what’s wrong.

He just buries his head into your chest and sobs about a quiz he failed, believing his life was ruined because of it.

Anyone else would’ve probably laughed at him for bawling his eyes out over something that insignificant.

But you never do.

You understand he takes a lot of pride in success...and that he could be harsh on himself for little mistakes.

Instead you hold him tighter and reassure him that one bad grade doesn’t mean his future is in shambles.

Eventually he calms down, thanking you for those words he often needed to hear.

Before seemingly passing out from the exhaustion of crying.

You pet his black hair for a bit, and then quietly sing a short lullaby.

In response, his arms hug you tighter.

Mondo

Usually, he’s scary when he’s upset.

But around you, however, he looks like a kicked puppy.

This especially becomes true when he comes home after an argument with his gang.

He takes a shower and comes back out to greet you, his infamous pompadour now shoulder-length brown hair.

Now he looks like a wet kicked puppy.

If you ask him what’s wrong, he’ll just say it was another stupid fight with his gang, who still doubt his capabilities as a leader.

You knew he was trying his best to keep them in one piece--fulfilling his late brother’s dying wish.

So you understood he could take those insults to heart.

He doesn’t wanna go into much detail, knowing he’ll just get angrier (and probably break the coffee table for the third time this week).

You just pat your lap, inviting him to lay his head down there for a while.

He obliges and just closes his eyes as you run your fingers through his hair.

It soothes him to sleep real fast.

And you hum a small song to help ease his mind and forget his frustrations.

Leon

It’s quite easy to tell when he’s sad, even if he doesn’t say anything directly to you.

Oftentimes, it’s when you enter the bedroom or living room and see him curled up with a pillow, eyes moist and red.

The moment he sees you, though, the pillow’s on the ground and he opens his arms up.

It’s like he’s saying “hold me right now or I will die”.

So you oblige and let him cuddle with you like a teddy bear, already feeling better now that you’re here.

He’ll talk about what’s bothering him if you ask.

Usually it’s either growing pressures of baseball practice or his own insecurities eating away at him.

Though sometimes he just says he wants to sleep the day away.

You’re fine with that, and you help him relax by singing a bit of a lullaby.

All he can pay attention to is your calming voice as he dozes off.

After the nap, he feels a lot better.

Hifumi

It’s typical for him to come crying to you about being bullied again.

Though when he asks if you truly loved him...that becomes a shock to you.

Of course you did! What idiot would try to tell him you didn’t?

You swear this is the last time anyone would mess with your big and lovable fanfic writer.

Usually the perfect solution is to sit down on the couch with his head in your lap, while you brush away his tears and list all of the things you loved about him.

No really. You have an actual list you keep in case someone has the nerve to ask you what you see in him.

He might get choked up all over again as he realizes he shouldn’t listen to those idiots.

At some point, he does fall asleep, and you catch yourself humming the tune of some anime song you recently heard.

Funny enough--he sometimes mumbles the lyrics in his sleep.

Yasuhiro

You find him sitting alone in his room, looking sad as he stares down at a crystal ball in his hands.

At first you scared him when you rush over to ask him what’s wrong (fortunately you save him another million yen by catching the ball before it hit the floor).

But once he calms down, he just says he feels like a “useless idiot” during trials sometimes.

He wonders why Monokuma insists everyone participates if he can’t contribute anything good.

What breaks your heart most is when he asks if you think he’s an idiot.

You just take his hands and reassure him he’s far from that.

You remind him that he did bring up some important topics that helped piece the crimes together.

So he’s not useless at all.

He feels much better after those reassurances, though also tired since he was doing a lot of thinking.

So you two just cuddle, and when you think he’s fully out, you quietly sing a random song.

Though he mumbles a “wow you sing rly good” before dozing off.

Makoto

Sometimes the guilt of class trials weighs heavily on him.

Especially when he leaves knowing he basically sent someone to their death.

Even though he knows he has to if everyone else wants to survive.

But that doesn’t stop the nightmares he has of the victims and blackeneds taunting him, blaming him for their deaths instead of Monokuma.

Fortunately, you sleep with him on those nights.

And when he wakes up suddenly, you’re quick to bring him into your arms.

Though if you’re a heavy sleeper, expect to be shaken awake by a teary-eyed Makoto who was scared you died.

When you’re awake, you comfort him by resting your chin on top of his head, while he listens to your heartbeat.

A reminder that you’re still alive.

And you end up singing a short lullaby once he falls back to sleep, ensuring he stayed asleep knowing you were safe.

Chihiro

Knowing Chihiro, it was easy for him to get upset over many things.

But all day long, he’s kept things bottled up, afraid you’d see him as “less manly”.

Though it all backfires horribly when he’s working on a program that keeps having pop-up errors and other glitches.

It’s just one after another and he can’t fix them all.

He feels like he’s faltering in his talent--the one thing he was confident in.

How could he be an “Ultimate Programmer” if he couldn’t fix simple errors?

Sometime later, you find him crying at his desk. You can easily tell your poor bf is overwhelmed again.

So you carry him away from his computer and to the bed, where you both cuddle.

He ends up breaking down into tears again, spilling his heart out to you--the guilt of ignoring you, the frustrations with the program, everything.

And you hold him and listen, letting him talk before you give him your own reassurances/advice.

Eventually, he passes out from exhaustion, and you take the opportunity to sing something to help him calm down more.

Byakuya

There’s not much of a sensitive side to him. He learned to toughed up in the face of many hardships--all to rightfully earn his position in the family.

But not even the heir himself was immune to the stress, suffering, and doubt--especially when he was all alone.

And when you saw that mask crack for the first time..it was a shock.

You came home earlier than expected one day, and you saw the prodigy pacing around the living room, trying to dry both his glasses and eyes while taking shaky breaths.

“You’re better than this...stronger than this..y-you’re..gonna be head of your family...”

The crack in his voice prompts you to intervene.

Of course, he tries playing it off as nothing, though you take him to the couch anyway and hold his hands.

You don’t say or do anything; you just let him calm down by himself, with your presence being more than enough.

Once he does, you convince him to rest for a bit. He just scoffs and says he already planned to.

You hum a song when he finally dozes off.

Your voice is actually soothing to listen to, though he’s not gonna outright say it.

But you know it from his small smile.

Kiyondo

Despite his brash attitude and tendency to mimic Mondo..you knew that deep down, your beloved Taka was in there--still heartbroken and grieving.

It became more apparent when you found him crying in the bathhouse (around the same time he was when he first went there with Mondo).

He shut himself into the sauna, but with luck you managed to convince him to leave and go to your dorm.

At first he aggressively cuddles with you, though as you brush away the hot tears that streaked down his face, his voice becomes less rough and more...soft.

Like his old self.

He admits he’s scared you’ll be taken away from him, too.

But you just hold him, promising him you will be okay...and you’ll help him through this, no matter what it takes.

It’s hard convincing him to sleep, but when he finally does, you just stay awake for a bit longer, petting his hair and singing a short lullaby.

By the morning, he’s back to normal--still gaunt and depressed.

Yet he seems more hopeful, as he remembers you’re still with him.

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localskyrimchicken · 3 years

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New Feelings

( Link for AO3 above; and if anyone is curious the song I was inspired by Is "Don't delete the kisses" by Wolf Alice. This is my first fanfic post on here btw. )

Summary:

The MC lies awake at 02:00 am, suffering from a identity crisis due to a certain dark haired, party girl, roommate of hers and that kiss they shared at the kappa sorority house. ( Thanks a lot Becca! )

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02:00

The clock on her bedroom table flashes red with the numbers as time passes and Amy keeps repeating the last few days in her head.

Kaitlyn kissed her. Amy let Kaitlyn kiss her. Honestly why was she even surprised? Amy knew from day one that Kaitlyn was amazing, seriously.

Not only is she impossibly good looking with that dark shoulder length hair and beautiful brown eyes ( The fact that she made the most generic eye colour there is feel like it's the rarest one is enough to convince Amy she has a crush on her- )

Crush

There it is. That one word she refused to use to describe the way she feels about her best friend. The dorky, adorable, fun party girl with a unexplainable obsession with horror movies.

She has a crush on Kaitlyn.

And she has no idea whatsoever what to do about it. Amy has never been the crushing type. She's has had multiple guys come up to her and ask her out, she always rejected them because she honestly saw dating as a waste of time. Simply put, she didn't want to date.

She thought that her and Chris had this in common, so they could have at least a little fun. And then he caught feelings, or at least Amy thinks so. It would explain why he so desperately sticks and glues himself to Becca's side and refuses to let whatever small flirting him and Amy once did go away. He keeps bringing it up and it's enough to ruin Amy's whole day.

Speaking of the blonde devil in disguise. Becca is the whole reason Amy is still awake, if it weren't for her stupid dare she wouldn't be feeling this way right now.

If it weren't for that dare she wouldn't have felt jealousy when Kaitlyn immediately went dancing with Darren instead of talking to her about anything, really. It wouldn't even have to be about the two guys pining over Amy or even about whatever it is that got Kaitlyn in such a bad mood.

But then again. If Amy went by that logic ( "If it weren't for the dare" ) then she could just as easily blame Kaitlyn for picking her instead of Abby or Madison or literally anyone...

She could wing it. Tell her how she feels. The only problem being that if she doesn't feel the same way, which is highly likely ( it was just one kiss. Her brain keeps repeating like a mantra ) not to mention it's garranted social suicide if anyone were to find out ( not that Amy thinks Kaitlyn would tell people but with how thin these dorm walls are its damn right plausible someone would hear. ) Even worse it could ruin their friendship.

She could go to Zach for advice on same-sex crushing since this is actually her first one of those.

( Amy wonders if this means she is bi. It probably does since she still finds some guys attractive like Chris- But that was before she realized just how stunning and amazing Kaitlyn was. Either way, she has plenty of time to figure that out so she doesn't bother right now. )

But then she would have to tell Zack about her crush on Kaitlyn and then he would tease her and make the situation already worse than it is.

Kaitlyn doesn't make it any better herself. It's like she knows. All of that light flirting they keep doing. (Heck. The first sentences they ever exchanged is how hot the other was. )

Maybe she could learn to deal with it and hopes it goes away with time. She highly doubts it will but it's worth a try right? After all there is no way Kaitlyn actually feels the same way.

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Later as the disco light flashes above them and Kaitlyn leans in to kiss her, a part of her feels bad for wasting so much time doubting herself, and kisses back without a second thought.

#the freshman series #kaitlyn liao #realization #feelings #midnight thoughts #choices #fanfiction #fanfic

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solbabies · 4 years

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Hey, could you write a fanfic about the missing scenes after yesterday's clip? A still out of it and not completely well Eliott realizing Lola is 'fine'? I think they both need a convo and honestly, after yesterday's clip I'm worried more about Eliott now that we know that Lola is safe. Don't get me wrong, I'm still worried about her

Ah, yes the missing scenes! I hope I can provide a small sense of closure for you and I hope that this is what you were looking for! Thank you for the request!

AO3- Book_Lover2001

Eliott could feel Lucas’ hand on his back; he could feel his presence next to him like a comforting, soothing force. He could see him, worry and fear creased in the lines of his face all for a girl who he barely knew, all for a situation they couldn’t control. Eliott felt him, saw him, and yet it was as if he wasn’t there. It was as if Eliott was underwater and everything was out of reach, floating away from Lucas the further he sunk.

He was better than he was last weekend, but not entirely. He still felt like he was trapped under a sheet of ice, or like he was living out of his body, or like he just woke up from a long nap-- pick whichever analogy you want to use, but none could truly describe how off he felt.

Daphné had gone up the tower thirty minutes ago and for each minute that passed, Eliott slipped an inch further. Lucas didn’t speak, afraid that he might say the wrong thing and unsure if the moment required arbitrary small talk or the mutterings of hopeful optimism.

“Was this how you felt when I ran off?” Eliott asked, his voice far off in a daze as his eyes never broke from the doorway. He could sense his boyfriend watching him, as the question hung in the air.

“Yes and no,” Lucas finally replied with a soft tone. “I felt, unsure, afraid, worried, a bit lost, but the difference is I knew where you were.”

“I don’t like feeling like this.” Lucas reached up and placed a gentle hand on his cheek, in a loving manor.

“She’ll be okay. She’s strong, like you.” As if Lucas' words triggered the mercy of the universe, the door of the building swung open and Daphné walked out with Lola tucked under her arm. Eliott felt all the air leave his lungs at the sight of his friend safe, but suddenly he didn’t know what to do. Should he hug her? Should he say something? Lucas’ touch ran down Eliott’s arm before dropping entirely, as if giving him permission to leave his side, but Eliott stayed frozen.

Daphné and Lola came up to them, and the latter looked up at Eliott, her eyes full of… everything; apology, embarrassment, pain, fear, confusion, relief and all of it made Eliott’s mouth dry.

“I’m sorry,” she cried quietly, tears falling down her face and immediately Eliott pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry.”

Lucas held Daphné as all the energy seemed to be drained from her, her face slack and pale from a night none of them would forget anytime soon. He muttered something into her ear, to which she nodded. Lola looked up and over at the two, before lowering her gaze. Lucas reached out and ran his hand over her hair, a gesture that meant more to her than Eliott believed his boyfriend knew.

The cab ride was rigidly silent as they drove back to the Lecomte house, with Lola between Daphné and Eliott as if she might vanish into thin air if they let her go. When they stepped out onto the street in front of the apartment complex, Lola dropped Daphné's hand.

“Do I have to go up right away?” Daphné looked between her sister and Eliott, then a flicker over to Lucas before taking a shaky breath.

“Come on, Daphy,” Lucas spoke calmly, wrapping his arm around her. “Let’s make you some tea.” Lucas locked eyes with Eliott for a moment, a silent agreement between the two; an acknowledgement of trust.

As the two retreated inside, Eliott and Lola took up a spot on the stoop, as Parisians walked the streets unaware of what they had been going through all night.

“I’m--”

“Please, Lola,” Eliott cut her off with a quiet voice. “Don’t apologize.”

“I’ve messed everything up,” she muttered, her fingers laced together in her lap.

“You haven’t,” he disagreed, shaking his head. She looked to him, her lips set in a line, her jaw tight.

“I hurt you and Lucas.” The confession made his stomach sink, an awful churning sensation that made him want to cry. He didn’t know what to say.

“You can’t be blaming yourself for things that I did. I should have known better.”

“But I knew you couldn’t drink and I still made you do it.”

“You didn’t pour beer and vodka down my throat, Lola,” he argued, with restraint. She turned her eyes away, looking out onto the road in front of them.

“I still said things… stupid things that hurt you.”

“Yes, but I believed them when I shouldn’t have,” Eliott sighed, running a hand over his face. “We both made mistakes Lola, but that doesn’t make you a horrible person.”

“Lucas hates me.”

“Lucas doesn’t hate you,” he replied with a huff. “He’s been worried all night, just as much as I have. He’s kept the level head to make sure we didn’t all freak out, and he’s the one who talked to Daphné, helping her think about where you could have been. You care too much about what people think of you.”

“I keep hearing that,” she said drily but not without a small shadow of distant appreciation behind her expression.

“I tried too hard to fix you,” Eliott began slowly. “And it pushed you further.” She didn’t reply. “And if anyone should’ve known that you couldn’t be healed so easily, it should’ve been me.”

“I put too much pressure on you-- you’re not a therapist or my phycologist,” she admitted. “I… I need to be more of a friend.”

“I think we both do,” Eliott nodded. “Less doctor and patient and more ‘friend who needs help sometimes’ and ‘other friend who needs help sometimes’.” She snorted at this, the first moment of levity of the night--well, early morning. In the moment of silence that followed, he stood up in a stretch offering a hand to her. She took it, rising to her feet, and then reached for the door.

“I didn’t mean to drag you down with me,” she promised, opening it.

“And I didn’t mean to go down so willingly.”

…

“You were strong tonight,” Lucas mumbled proudly, running his fingers through Eliott’s hair as the older boy pressed himself to his boyfriend under the blanket.

“I feel sick,” Eliott told him. He could hear Lucas steady heartbeat, the sound calming his own racing thoughts.

“It was a lot to go through,” he agreed, holding him tightly. “I didn’t expect you to walk away unphased.”

“I think I’m slipping.”

“Minute by minute, my love,” Lucas whispered into his hair.

“I was getting better.”

“You can’t think about it like moving backwards,” he explained softly. “You just have to move forwards.”

“This has been an awful year,” Eliott said. Lucas placed a kiss on the top of his head, before resuming to play with strands of his hair.

“Not entirely. For this minute let's just think about all the good things.”

“You start.”

“Okay, Lola’s safe, you’re safe, and I’m safe. There, that’s three things. Your turn.”

“We moved in together.”

“You haven’t burned our kitchen down and we’ve had a surprisingly low number of food poisoning cases.” Eliott laughed at the comment, far from feeling better but now slightly lighter.

“I’m tired,” he spoke with a yawn.

“Go to sleep,” Lucas hummed. “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“I love you.”

“Me too,” Lucas replied with a breath. “Just remember that and we'll be perfectly fine.”

#skam france #skam france fanfic #skam france oneshot #skamfrancefixit #elu fanfic #elu #elu skam #lucas x eliott #lucas and eliott #eliott demaury #Lucas Lallemant #lola lecomte #fix it au

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class1akids · 4 years

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I hope you don't mind if I spill my guts to you for a moment, I just feel like you are someone who might care about what I think. guess I just find it so disappointing the way people talk about Uraraka? I feel like with the male characters people are willing to forgive cliches and turn to the fandom to build the character into something they love, but with Uraraka I keep seeing this disdain for her, like people blame her for what the author has chosen. 1/?

2/? I appreciate people who see and address this as an issue of how the author portrays her, because there IS something to be said for that, But the dislike of her looks like it's just people hating the aspects of feminity that she portrays? It's like people would rather trash Ochako and toss her aside then chose to make her someone they could respect as a fandom. When has a character not being fleshed out ever stopped this fandom from doing that themselves?

3/? Instead of saying they want her character to be rounded out and explored, they say they're sick of her ruining the dynamic between "their boys" and that they want her gone. Complaining she's an underdeveloped love interest who exists just for the protag is fair (I agree with that) but complaining she's a love interest at all? Why criticising a girl for liking someone? A girl can be inspired to be better by seeing her crush do well, the problem is from that being her whole personality?

4/4 So yeah, sorry to fill your inbox. Just feeling discouraged and I've appreciated your insight on things. I think I may have forgotten to go on Anon once or twice so if im exposed, hello, nice to meet you! I hope I wasn't too angry sounding or unfair to people who have legitimate reasons for why they don't like Uraraka. I think not liking where her character is right now is fine. I'm just unhappy with people who act like the female-ness is what's wrong with her.

Hi! I’m so sorry that fandom is getting you down about your favourite character!

I feel like it’s hard to separate a character from their actions in the writing, because they are not real people. So it’s through their actions that the writer really shows us the kind of people they are. And it’s difficult to get a firm grip on a character until there is enough material to have a good picture who they are - that’s when you can start to talk about something being OOC or not.

So fandom fleshing out side characters where there is hardly anything known about them is different than when we have a good understanding of a character and develop them in fandom through AUs or what-ifs or missing moments.

I have to say that I don’t know I’ve seen the type of complaint you refer to with Uraraka. Many people, myself included tbh, are frustrated with how much of her screentime has been spent on her crush after the Sport Festival (which was an excellent arc for her). It feels like we are constantly treading the same ground, without much progression and that there could be much more interesting things to focus on when it comes to her story.

I can’t speak for anyone else, but it’s not that I want less of her, but more different types of moment. I personally love seeing her away from Deku for this reason, because she can show other sides of her personality. I especially love her interactions with Bakugou (not in a shippy way), but just Bakugou brings out something deliciously badass in her. I’d love her once to have a real scene with Todoroki too. Supposedly, they are both in the Dekusquad, but never actually had a one-on-one interaction. Their lives are so different - Todoroki grew up with having all material goods, but no love so he longs for those human relationships, while Uraraka grew up in a clearly loving family, but very poor and she wants financial security. And the people who sneer at her for it clearly never experienced poverty / financial insecurity in their lives, if they don’t understand how it can form a psyche. I’ve always thought it would be an interesting thing to explore between the two of them.

So, I’m definitely down for seeing more of Uraraka, and also exploring her character through more varied situations / interactions.

But I think it’s kind of stupid to hate a 15-year old girl for being that and being girly and caring about her crush. I mean that just prescribes a whole lot of 15-year old girls. And Uraraka under all that sweetness has a lot of spunk, and I do appreciate that in her.

I get bored with the romance, but that’s not her fault, it’s just I don’t find Horikoshi very skilled when it comes to writing crushes. But I know plenty of people who love those cute moments. And I think there is lots of good Uraraka centric fanart / fanfic, so you just have to find your corner of the fandom and stay away from the antis.

#uraraka ochako

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mittensmorgul · 4 years

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I don't think Sam ever actually "gave up hope" in the future timeline. He kept dragging Dean along with him, trying to keep fighting. But losing Eileen is what made Sam have a "death wish," according to Dean (or Chuck, maybe). I'm really not a die-hard Sam/Eileen person necessarily, I could take it or leave it. But your comments about them always seem like you're saying that they don't even really care about each other, and that's just... not true.

Okay this is gonna be a convoluted sentence, but I need everyone to follow along with this one: If anything I’m saying about Sam and Eileen’s relationship is being interpreted in such a way that the reader believes that I am implying that Sam and Eileen do not care about each other, that’s the reader’s inference, and not what I am actually saying.

It is obvious in s15, just as it was obvious in 11.11, 12.17, and 12.21 that Sam does care about Eileen. And that Eileen obviously likes Sam (and Dean, for that matter… her interactions with Dean are just about as cute, for anyone who hasn’t picked up on that… like in 12.17, more than half of her conversation ARE WITH DEAN, and Dean clearly cares about her, too. Even if it’s always been presented in a slightly different way, or possibly in a less… intense? way than her interactions with Sam.

That said… in the future timeline– that is, in CHUCK’S STORY HE WAS SHOWING TO SAM– Chuck’s STORY (which, remember, he planted Eileen in Sam’s life in 15.06 specifically to become Sam’s love interest, for the purposes of Chuck’s story) said that Sam’s had a death wish ever since Eileen died. Because that would line up with CHUCK’S STORY as it had been playing out all season that had made her into Sam’s love interest. That story also suggested that Dean… LOST THE WILL TO FIGHT after he had to lock Cas up in a Ma’lak box. Not that Dean had a death wish.

(I mean, we know this is accurate but this is how Dean personally reacts when he loses Cas. We know how he reacts when he loses anyone else– think about what he did when Charlie died. He went on a murder rampage against the Stynes for killing her. When Mary died he broke some furniture and went full bore toward both resurrecting her and stopping Jack. But without Cas, Dean loses the will to fight. Sam has… always been different. He referenced Jess in 15.04 to remind us of how he was after she died in the pilot episode. Just like John, he picked up the revenge mission and ran with it. But for Dean, Cas is different. Without Cas… Dean gives up.)

But if we are to believe this is a True Seeing of future events that WILL actually happen in reality, we have to disregard the fact that Chuck is a supremely unreliable narrator. And the guy is not a great liar. And it’s been lampshaded repeatedly this season that he’s not a particularly good storyteller either.

To Becky’s horror, all Chuck seems to care about are the monsters, and he gets angry and tries to argue when Becky tells him that NOBODY cares about the monsters. That we all care about the characters. And Chuck’s pretty much been trying to prove how great the monsters are ever since. Have you noticed that pretty much every episode this season so far has involved monsters? Ever since they got the hell rift sealed up, anyway. Ghosts and demons apparently aren’t good enough for Chuck, and from 15.04 on we’ve had vampires, werewolves, witches and djinn, a marid, werewolf, and now (FINALLY! Chuck is probably thinking) Leviathans, leviathan blossoms, a mention of Eve, and whatever that rando corpse was in Purgatory, aka Monster Heaven.

And yet, Chuck’s line is that without him in the universe, it would be Nothing But Monster Apocalypse, as if he was the one holding all that at bay. And just… dude, do you think we’re all “crazy and stupid” like you attempted to convince Dean that Sam was for telling him the truth about how you had manipulated their lives in 14.20? He pulled a similar string of lies with Amara (who saw through his lies), he pulled a similar string of lies with Becky (who still tried to be kind to him anyway, even after he treated her like a jerk). So I’m wondering how anyone trusts anything he says now, you know?

Chuck made the monsters. He LIKES the monsters. And it’s like he’s writing his ending out of spite over Becky’s critique of his “fic” in 15.04. Becky doesn’t like monsters? Doesn’t think the stakes were high enough? Well, he’ll show her! What does she know? She’s not a real writer anyway, right? Just a fanfic writer who wants them all to sit around an talk about their feelings. Ew, right?

>.>

So, yeah, this is how I approach anything that we’re told is part of “Chuck’s process,” or Chuck’s story. With the assumption that he’s lying. Because writers lie.

(This was also a staple of his character in s11. This is exactly how he wrote back then. Metatron called him out on it several times, but even then we know he was still trying to lie his way out of direct responsibility for anything. He blamed Dean for not having killed Amara (!!!????) as if that was something Dean was supposed to be able to do. He blamed Amara for “blocking him” when we’d seen her literally tearing through the world looking for him. Then after all that, he said they CAN’T kill Amara because it would create an imbalance in the universe and the universe would collapse. Pick a story and stick with it, Chuck. We also know when he writes himself into a corner, he invents something on the spot to fix it, such as Chekhov’s Equalizer Gun. Or going WAY back to 5.10 and the apocalypse that failed… The Colt, which was supposed to kill anything, failed to work on Lucifer, because it didn’t fit Chuck’s desired plot, all of a sudden there were five exceptions to the Colt’s powers. Shocker, that… >.>)

Rule of thumb: If Chuck is saying something, there’s a super good chance you should at least inspect it with a measure of doubt, run it through the BS filter for good measure, and then give it 24 hours or at least one (1) more installment of canon before you begin to trust it…

But back to your original question. If Sam and Eileen hadn’t at least LIKED each other, Sam would never have even CONSIDERED any sort of a relationship with Eileen, and Chuck’s plot would’ve been foiled a heck of a lot earlier. Chuck’s a bad writer, but he’s not THAT bad of a writer…

eta, because after posting I realized I never addressed the first part of your question: Sam gave up hope when he refused to cast the spell to lock Chuck up. That’s what Chuck is referring to. And it wasn’t anything to do with Eileen that made him “lose hope.” Which is Chuck’s phrase for what happened... maybe “lost the will to cast that spell in particular because of the risk of a specific set of consequences,” is more accurate. Because Sam remained defiant (or disbelieving of Chuck’s story) up until Chuck told him that their fate as cheesy vampires wasn’t the worst of it. The worst of it was that Sam and Dean would give up, and the world would be overrun and succumb to the monsters. That not just the Winchesters, but all of humanity, would lose. THAT is what Sam could not put at risk.

Okay, I just needed to get that in there :’D

#spn 15.09 #spn s15 spoilers #Anonymous #chuck's process #spn monsters

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amygdalagustd · 4 years

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Ooh if you're comfortable sharing any, what are some of your favorite fanfics? (If not that's ok, I don't often share mine with people, haha)

I would love to talk about my favorite fanfics! I would definitely NOT talk about my favorite fanfics anywhere else lmao but tumblr is my oversharing space anyway 🤷‍♀️. One thing you should know though is that I like angsty fanfics (with a happy ending). I read some dark stuff. So it might not be your cup of tea, and that's okay!

Now we have that out of the way, lets talk my all time favorite fanfic that I would die for:

It's gets worse before it gets better by Captainmentalstability.

Summary:

After dying at a much too young age, Kim Namjoon is a guardian angel. Now he is faced with the prospect of saving three young lives - Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook - by taking on a human form and keeping them safe. But as time goes on, he grows fonder of each of them than he ever expected to, and the line between right and wrong starts blurring little by little as he watches their relationships change.

Kim Taehyung, abused by his father from a young age.

Jeon Jungkook, used to being used and discarded.

Min Yoongi, lost and hopeless, ready for his life to end.

And the only thing Namjoon knows for sure, is that the four of them need each other.

This story. Omg. This story will never stop amazing me. It's sooooo well written. The writer is so freaking good at expressing the emotions of the characters and really making you feel them. They aproach serious themes in such a respectful and real way and I really appreciate that. personally I love this fic because I relate to some (or a lot OOPS) of it and it made me understand myself a little better. I've never read anything that evoked that many emotions in me, honestly. Sometimes I go back to it just to read that one part where that one character expresses that one thing because I have a hard time finding words for what I myself am feeling. It just feels so real and good and sjsnjekkeek yeah. I love it a lot. It made me cry. But I love it a lot.

Dark stuff aside, it's also really amazing to see all the characters bound and come together and form friendships. I came here for the angst, but I definitely stayed for the healing and growing :'). I'm so freaking overprotective over these characters okay I would consider murder if anyone came close to them. Reading this for the first time involved a lot of throwing my phone away in ANGER because they were getting hurt or making a stupid decision AGAIN but it also involved a lot of smiling at my phone because omg look at them BOUNDING and TRYING and I AM SO PROUD OF THEM. Also namjoon in this story is the wisest man on the planet and I would 100% take life advice from him. Sometimes I'm going through a rough time and I'm literally thinking "what would Guardian! Namjoon say?". I'm not kidding. This fanfic did that. I am currently rereading it so I have a lot of feelings about it as you can tell.

This story is part of a series so if you like this one you are in for a treat because there are literally 3 more.

Another amazing story is:

Home is (this house and the people in it) by Fruitily.

Summary:

"Okay,” namjoon says slowly, “you can’t just drag strangers home with you because they tell you their name.”

"we didn’t kidnap him. he is here very much of his own volition,” taehyung pipes in. he slaps at jeon jungkook’s shoulder. the boy looks sort of pained, and yoongi can’t blame him. “we met him at a street corner, near jimin’s work. it was raining, and he didn’t have an umbrella, and he was looking kind of lost, so we asked him to come with us.”

"And you just went with them? two strangers? them?” namjoon stresses, and jimin and taehyung look kind of uncertain, like they’re not sure whether they were just insulted.

Jungkook merely shrugs.

"You end up doing all kinds of shit,” he says, and yoongi perks up at the sound of his voice, “when you live out of your car.”

or: jungkook stays for a night, and then ends up staying a lot longer.

Idk if you can see the overarching theme of found family peaking through but omg I love found family stories so much. Yes please give me a group of friends finding a home in each other and helping each other.

This story isn't as dark as the other one by far! It's been a while since I read it but I mosly just remember a warm feeling in my heart. It's so sweet and nice. It's really a found family story to it's core. There is just a lot of love and warmth and silliness in this story. Also a lot of flustered yoongi. Which is always one of the best things ever.

Also, all of the stories by this writer are amazing!! Really if you just want to smile and Idk be attacked by the sudden need to fall in love with someone, reat fruitily's stories.

Sadly this story isn't finished but a lot of the other ones are!

Than there is also:

The songbird and the sea by maia_archives

Summary:

In a world where dominance of the sea is an endless battle between pirates and mariners, Park Jimin is content living in his little village on a small, uninteresting island by the eastern mainland. He wants nothing to do with the bloodshed of good and evil, the heartless killing of both innocents and condemned, the constant establishment and disruption of order. What he wants is peace, to live his life in the same town he was born in, to spend his days in the beautiful forest, and to use the powers of his Blessed Rune to nurture the home he loves so dearly.

But when his island is attacked by pirates, Jimin will have no other choice than to do as they command and leave all thoughts of peace behind in favor of boarding the Agust, a pirate ship captained by the infamous Min Yoongi, Black Fox of the East.

When I first read the summary I wasn't really gonna read it because I never read fantasy but I was intrigued by the fact that it has over 5000 comments. This story has something I generally do not like, and that is the fact that yoongi is a giant asshole in the beginning. Seriously. The man is RUDE and MEAN and unnecessarily violent and cranky. I don't like it when people portray yoongi that way. I do genuinely love this story though and it was my all time favorite for a while! The story telling is amazing. The word building is amazing. I really fell in love with the univere as a whole and I became super invested in it. It just feels really alive. If the premise makes you go "uhhhh what?" I woud really advice you to just give it a a chance. Yoongi will redeem himself later in the story. If you are really sensitive to characters being assholes/getting forgiven maybe this one isn't for you. But otherwise: it's just really good. I would be capable of writing fanfiction about this fanfiction, I'm not kidding. Definitely a story that made me super excited and always curious about what was gonna happen next. I was completely obsessed with it for a while and literally made fan art for it :')

Those are really my favorites tbh. I also really liked blue sided baepsae's by nicowememoney and Scripturient27 but for some ungodly reason I never finished it? I feel like it would definitely be on this list if I had.

Summary:

The employees of Bangtan Time Travel agency—Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook—just want their billion won. And their clients, Jimin and Taehyung, want to see Big Bang. Simple, right? Except their time machine breaks and they end up in a crazy dystopian future with:

- a terrifying hoverboarder with a heart-shaped mouth and a shady hot stranger with really wide shoulders;

- a hoverboard tournament they HAVE to win (except none of them really know how to hoverboard); and

- emotions they can't seem to make sense of (read: love)

[Featuring star-crossed lovers Namjin, we-don’t-like-each-other Yoonseok, sickeningly in love Vmin and a very confused Jungkook who falls in love with a badass female bartender who looks a little too much like his work sunbae Yoongi.]

As I said I never finished this story so I can't really talk about the whole thing but from what I remember it's just really fun and different and interesting. Also they keep describing hoseok as this super cool leather jacket hoverboard guy and that is just a really nice thing to look at in your head.

And that's it! Just as a final note, fanfic is kinda personal? I like a specific kind of story and if you don't like that kind of story that's all okay! If anyone reads any of these feel free to come yell at me because I have been yelling about them in my head for 2 years. I would seriously be capable of writing a book about It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better. Which is low key what I'm doing here.

Thank you for asking!

#anon #THIS BECAME LONGER THAN EXPECTED #I had fun writing about these so thank you so much for asking!

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papikakashikahn · 6 years

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Ink Flowers - Chapter 1

Hey there! So after watching Shippuden and mainly creating this Tumblr to commemorate my love for the series... my Tumblr seemed to lean towards my other interests... nevertheless! I’ve recently gotten into the Saiino ship again, but sadly there aren’t too many fanfics out there for these too... good ones that is. So since I’m a writer (I use the term loosely), I decided to at least try at writing my rendition of the two together... here goes nothing! Hope you'll enjoy! (I intend on continuing this series)

Chapter 2 here

“Pfft.” Ino exhaled, blowing a tuft of her hair out of her face, just for it to flow back were it had just resigned a few seconds prior.

On any other day when Ino Yamanaka was not on a mission, you could find her behind the register working in her family’s flower shop.

Ino rested her head on her elbow from her boredness. Business had been running slow today, as per usual… other than Kakashi Sensei’s usual purchase of a bouquet of yellow lilies, and some dark red carnations. (The yellow lilies, meaning thankfulness, the dark red carnations, meaning love). Who he got these flowers for every day you might ask? Ino never knew. She was just surprised he was able to set aside time to wander the village being Hokage and all.

Nevertheless, he was the only customer so far today, and Ino was starting to become bored being all by her lonesome.

She started to stare out the flower shop’s window. It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon, which made her even more irritated she had to be working.

She bit her lip and looked down at her nails tapping the surface of the counter. You would expect Choji or Shikamaru to visit her but lately, they had become quite caught up in responsibilities involving their clan. Ino didn’t particularly like to think she was bitter about the whole situation… but bitter certainly was a good word.

Ino truly liked working in her family’s shop, socializing with customers, working with the flowers, all that good stuff… but the shifts were becoming more and more tedious, and it was obvious as to why.

It seemed everyone around was doing something with their lives. Her teammates, her friends, the entire village it felt was succeeding past her, not even giving her a chance to catch up to them. Hell, even Shino was starting to shadow in the AMBU’S tracking division!!!

Ino and most of her peers were 18 now. The Fourth Shinobi war had only ended a year ago… she had only lost her father a year ago.

Although almost everyone had become a repercussion of the war, it seemed as though they were handling it better than her. Everyone was able to pick up with their lives and move on, continuing to do more exciting things.

Everyone except her that is.

Naruto was fulfilling his dream of becoming the next Hokage, Hinata was finally in a relationship with the idiot blonde himself… even Sakura finally dating her childhood Uchiha crush, who was returning to the village because of her.

Ino rolled her eyes just thinking about it. “What a bunch of bs.” she muttered to no one in particular, except the flowers maybe.

Sakura was Ino’s best friend … at least … she used to be. The two had become a lot closer ever been since Sasuke had left the village, but Ino couldn’t help but question if it would change now that the rogue shinobi was returning. The reason why the two kunoichis stopped being friends in the first place was because of that stupid Sharingan user.

Back when they were in academy when Sakura was picked on for that HUGE forehead of hers, the two kunoichis had become friends. Ino had often told off Sakura’s bullies and from then on, the two of them were inseparable. Ino helped Sakura have more confidence in herself, and to embrace that huge forehead of hers. Ino even gave Sakura one of her headbands to push back those bangs of hers she was using to hide it .

And just like that, it all changed.

Just like many other kunoichis, Ino and Sakura started to develop feelings for the Sasuke Uchiha. Could you blame them? He was a handsome, and a skilled genin. Not to mention he had this cool, mysterious vibe to him that had all the girls drooling. It was alluring. To be fair though, Ino did like Sasuke first, but never really pursued her interest in him until after Sakura admitted she had liked him as well, and because of it, Sakura explained they couldn't be friends any longer. Apparently, they couldn't both like Sasuke. Certainly, that was unheard of. After Sakura cut ties with Ino, even giving back the headband Ino gave her, winning Sasuke Uchiha’s heart became an obsession for Ino.

Deep down, Ino didn’t like to compete with Sakura or anyone for that matter - especially over a boy. The true reason Ino “competed” with Sakura to win Sasuke’s heart - even going to the lengths of growing her hair so that Sasuke would be more attracted to her - was to make Sakura feel the pain she had inflicted on Ino when Sakura told her they could no longer be friends. She made Ino feel unneeded, left behind, and especially - betrayed.

Ino didn’t notice the tears welling up in her eyes as she continued to tap her nails on the counter mindlessly.

No matter how much Ino tried to convince herself that she didn’t care, or that she didn’t need Sakura, it hurt her that the truth was that Sakura was the one who didn’t need her anymore.

It stung when their friendship ended.

Ino, was the one that gave her all the confidence she had today, she was the one to nurture and care for the stupid pink flower that Sakura bloomed to be today!

And to think billboard brow didn’t even thank me for it!

Ino slammed her fist on the counter in frustration, letting the hair fall in front of her face.

A tear had slipped onto the counter, but Ino hadn’t paid it much mind.

As of now, Ino and the Pink Haired kunoichi were close, but she couldn’t tell how the severity of their relationship would change with Sasuke coming back and all.

In the past, Sasuke was solely the trophy in the competition betwixt the two. While Ino lost interest in Sasuke as a person a long time ago, her interest in winning him as a prize against Sakura had increased. Winning Sasuke over was winning against Sakura… at what this game they were playing all these years Ino never really knew.

“You're strong-willed, Dependable and responsible...

Choji and Shikamaru...They're total goof-offs. Keep them in line...

And don't let Sakura beat you...in ninjutsu or romance”.

“I’m sorry Asuma Sensei...” Ino whispered to herself as another tear slipped, remembering his last words he said to her.

“I tried.” Ino she whispered as she wiped her tears.

Just then, she heard the chime above the door, meaning someone had entered the shop.

After quickly wiping the tears from her face, Ino shot her head up and smiled, exclaiming almost as if it was rehearsed :

“Hello! Welcome to the Yamanaka Flower shop! How may I help you!?” Ino greeted the customer.

When she opened her eyes she realized it was only Sai.

She untensed a little. Sai wasn’t that new to their tightly knit group of theirs, but still, she hadn’t really talked to him much.

She blushed slightly remembering their first conversation when he had called her beautiful.

It’s only been a couple years later, and yet she can’t seem to remember ever exchanging another word with him following the incident… it was quite sad actually.

The same pale ex-root boy stood in front of her, with the same simple smile he gave her when they had first met, as he gave everyone.

“Hello beautiful, I am here to buy flowers.” He said greeting her.

She could feel her cheeks tinge with color at the nickname as she did a slight little shimmy.

It seems the nickname has stuck with her… even though for some reason it didn't feel all too genuine. Well, as long as it pissed off Sakura considering he referred to her as ugly, she was fine with the nickname. After all, it was the little victories that counted… right?

She laughed lightly to herself.

“Well obviously Sai, this is a flower shop. Any kind in particular?” she smiled leaning over the counter a little more. He turned to observe the bouquets of vibrantly colored flowers before him, scanning each one carefully. It didn’t seem to help much though.

“I-I don’t know really…” he began.

“Well what’s the occasion?” she smirked, interested. He turned to give her another one of his smiles.

“I wish to draw a subject of beauty for my new composition.” he explained. Ino furrowed her eyebrow at him, slightly disappointed there wasn’t any tea to spill today.

“Listen, I’m not complaining or anything… but you do know you could just go outside and pick a bunch of dandelions for free… right?” she asked him.

Sai solely shook his head. “I am after something more vigorous to portray, I do not mind paying.” he assured her. She simply nodded her head in response as the pale boy turned his head back to the bouquets. After a moment or two, he picked one up, and turned to Ino. “These will do.” he told her.

Ino looked from the flower to Sai, and from Sai to the flowers, with a distasteful look on her face.

“Is something… wrong… do you… not approve?” Sai questioned confused as he looked down at the flowers in his hands. There didn’t seem to be anything particularly wrong to him. They were flowers, weren't they?

“Blue Bells are a pretty flowers Sai, but they represent humility. People usually buy them when they are trying to apologize to someone.” Ino told him.

It seemed as though Ino’s explanation of her distaste still didn’t help Sai understand.

“F-flowers have meanings?” he stuttered looking down at the bluebells in his hands.

“Why of course!!!” Ino exclaimed, walking around the counter towards him excitedly.

“Candypuff's for example-” Ino paused, pointing to a bouquet of white dainty flowers a few feet across from them “-means indifference.” she told him. He stared down at the flowers in his hands still.

“...And what is humility like?” he questioned, looking up to her curiously. She was about to ask him what the fuck he was talking about - until she remembered that he was still new to emotions, being from the root and all. From what she understood, he had a lot of difficulty understanding the concept of human socializing, empathy, and emotions in general. It seemed odd for such a confident, talkative girl such as herself. But really, could you blame him? The foundation trains genin and or younger with the potential to become apart of the ANBU black ops to suppress their emotions to the point where they don’t exist, not to mention every connection you have to the world is cut off. You have no name, you have no family, you don’t even have a gravestone when you die. Your sole purpose it to protect the leaf, and connections get in the way of that. Therefor, it's no wonder the guy has trouble understanding his feeling , for about all of his life, he’s been taught that he shouldn't have any.

She sighed patiently. Ino loved talking to people about things she was passionate about, especially when it came to flowers, so therefor she didn’t mind explaining it to him at all.

Ino paused for a few seconds, trying to come up with the best explanation for him.

“Humility… humility is when you feel vulnerable because of something you might have done that you regret, you especially feel humility at another person’s reaction to it. For example, if Naruto spilled a bowl of ramen on his pants, you would laugh because it looks like he pissed himself, and Naruto would then feel humility.” Ino explained, adding a smile at the end. He nodded his head. “I think I understand.” He stated simply. He then turned to the other bouquets of flowers.

“And what do those mean?” Sai asked pointing to a dark red bouquet of roses. “Those mean sadness.” She responded to him. “Oh… like you were when I came in.” Sai blurted. Ino practically choked on air, her eyes widening at his comment. She blinked once or twice, comprehending that he had seen her upset. He turned his head to the side.

“May I ask what you were upset about?” Sai asked innocently.

Ino stirred uncomfortable, knowing even if she told him, he wouldn't understand. He’d ask her why she felt that way, although she didn’t really understand it either to begin with.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Sai, i’m perfectly fine.” she defended herself. He gave her a shrug. “Whatever you say, Beauty.” he responded every word laced with doubt, even if it was unintentional.

Sai turned back to the flowers. “... What do these mean?” Sai asked pointing to yellow roses. Ino cleared her throat, glad he jumped to another subject.

“Comradeship.” Ino stated. He turned to her with a smile on his face.

“I am familiar with this term.” he stated content. Ino smiled back at him as well.

Sai’s eyes shifted to something over Ino’s shoulder. “And those… what do those mean?” he asked, pointing to something behind her.

She turned around, her eyes drawn to the bright red bouquet of roses on the counter. She had been assorting them for some guy who had ordered them for his girlfriend.

“Love.” she stated in a flat tone at the thought of her love life being so nonexistent. She wished someone had order flowers for her. ...It seemed the bitterness was kicking in again

“...What does that mean?” he asked once more.

Ino bit her lip. That one was simply hard to explain, most likely because she hadn’t known what it felt like yet either.

“Well… it’s a little hard to explain Sai.” She turned around to find his curiosity filled face. She tried to form an explanation of it, in a way that even he would understand. “You see, it’s when you like someone... a lot. When you care for them.” she told him with a nod.

“... So you can say, I love my friends?” Sai puzzled.

“Mhmmm, well yes - but the love I’m talking about is more for a significant other… like a girlfriend or boyfriend.” Ino continued. Nevertheless, Sai blinked absentmindedly.

“Someone you like like...like Hinata and Naruto for example!” Ino exclaimed.

“Oh, I see. So if someone is dating another, he or she is in love.” Sai nodded. Ino pushed her fingers together and did her little shimmy.

“Well not necessarily… just because you’re dating someone doesn't mean you love them. It’s-it’s a very hard feeling to explain. You’ll know it when you feel it Sai.” she stated. Sai tilted his head to the left.

“Have you ever been in love before beautiful?” he asked her.

Ino tensed as she looked up at him, but the way he stared at her so intensely made her shift her eyes to the floor again.

“No, I don’t think I have yet Sai.”

A silence formed between the two.

“These will suffice.” Sai stated, breaking the silence. Ino looked up at him, to find him holding the yellow roses. A smile was formed on Sai's face, as well as Ino. “Of course.” Ino responded taking the flowers from Sai, and walking back to the counter.

Comradeship huh?

“It was interesting to learn that flowers having meanings. In a way, I guess you can say they are like art. There is more meaning than meets the eye?” Sai concluded, then looking to Ino for her response as she was ringing the bouquet up. After a moment or two, Ino’s eyes shifted towards Sai who had the same smile on his face that he had walking. She liked that he was conversing with her about it.

“Hhmm. I guess you’re right Sai.” She nodded. She handed him the bouquet of delicate roses.

“Here, don’t bother paying for them, they’re on the house. After all, it is for research anyways. A respectable cause if you ask me.” She smiled at him. He smiled back gratefully.

“Thank you for your kindness, beautiful.” He said as he held the flowers, turning around. “Mhmm.” She muttered, looking down at her now-empty hands. She began tapping her nails again on the countertop.

“Beauty, Sakura once told me about - well, I forget what she called it.”

Ino looked up at Sai who held the flower shop door open slightly. She felt the warm September breeze of Konoha flow in through the door, and wash over her, giving her the chills for a moment or two as Sai seemed to be thinking.

“Ah yes… lying as she called it.” He said looking over to Ino. She knitted her eyebrows together slightly confused about what he was talking about.

“You lied when I asked you if you were upset, although...I don’t know why exactly.”

Ino almost choked on air again she was caught off guard.

“Forehead told me that sometimes, people lie to protect their friends’ feelings… then again… I still don’t understand how lying about your feelings would protect anyone else’s. It is not good for you. You should talk to the person that is causing you to be upset.” He explained to her, concluding with his smile that never really reached his eyes. Ino’s voice got caught in her throat at his words.

Sai then proceeded to look to the ground again. “Women are a most confusing gender.” he muttered to himself.

And just like that, Sai had left Ino all to herself, and to her thoughts.

She tapped her fingers against the counter, in a calm tempo, as she drifted in thought over Sai’s words to her.

She looked to the flowers on her right, that sat on the counter beside her, looking at the rose petals that had seemed to fall off.

#saiino #Ino Yamanaka #sai yamanaka #naruto #saiino fanfic #saiino fanfiction #inkflowers

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youreallyshouldtalkmore · 6 years

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High Standards_Part 3

This takes place after Book 1: The Oasis though you don’t necessarily have to read that story to understand this one. Though there are references to things that have happened previously in this series.

This particular story means a lot to me personally. I’m really excited to share it with you.

As usual you can see all the parts listed for this series, along with other fanfics in my Black Panther Masterlist.

Disclaimer: Nothing really, Erik will be Erik so use of the N-word.

Part 3

The voice was so low, it took a moment to process it. When you did, you looked at him who was staring at his hand swinging your wrists.

You felt a flair of a lot of emotions at once but you kept your mouth shut to process it. The only sign was a twitch of your mouth and one twitch of your eyebrow.

Once you process it you only figured-eighted your head once and responded, “Oh, yeah…..?”

You voice was light but Erik found he couldn’t look up at you, Y/N……”

What could he say that didn't’ sound like an excuse? Silence stretched for a long moment until he finally looked up at you. He could see your eyes were a bit glossy and you weren’t looking at him, instead your eyes bored a whole in the carpet. Your expression hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Can I explain?” he asked quietly. He knew if you kicked him out, he would go quietly. For once in his life, he wouldn’t fight.

As much as he wanted to but looking at you, he knew he couldn’t do that.

He could only wait until you answer, praying that you’d at least hear him out. He was unaware that the was holding his breath as he waited.

Finally after what seemed to be an eternity your mouth opened

“If you feel you must.”

You still didn’t look at him but this time you stepped away from him making his hand fall away from your wrist. He hand hovered before he slowly drew it back to the couch. Your actions constricted around him while simultaneously, your words allowed him to breath but only marginally. His shoulders were taunt.

“I didn’t sleep with anyone.” Erik started.

He could see that didn't make you feel any better as now you had your arms crossed over your middle and physically turned away from him.

Erik battled for words unable to figure out what to say next.

“Then why go? You must have thought about it.” Your voice was so soft he barely heard your question.

“I did.” he admitted.

Lying wouldn’t help him and more than that, you would be able to see right through it.

“Then....why?”

Erik hung his head at your question. He knew he could go on an ‘that’s just how men are’ and ‘cause I wanted to’ and a million other of the same speeches he would have given in the past.

Well, not so much like in the past. In the past, he wouldn’t feel the need to explain and would have found it abhorrent to do so. But he knew that he was less prideful than years ago.

More than that none of those responses were genuine. It’s funny, since meeting you and getting in a relationship with you he felt himself being more genuine. It was strange at first but now he came to like it.

But only with you.

He could do it only with you.

Erik had been asking that question of why since he did, since leaving for Wakanda and coming back. He actually knew why, deep down he knew but had been running from it until now.

But how to tell you….

Erik turned away from you and placed his knees on his thighs, leaning forward. His eyes were unseeing as he stare out the window in front of him. “I...because…..”

“Cause I haven’t been giving you none, eh?” You finished for him softly. You knew what the problem was and suddenly just wanted to cut to the chase.

Erik shut his eyes. You knew? A wave of dizziness shot through him as he nodded, “Yes…..in the past, I was used to a certain amount of……” he trailed off.

After a moment he started again, “It’s been months for me. The longest I’ve ever gone. I know every time we go too far, you stop. I just….I don't’ know, I was feeling frisky and then I got mad. I didn’t think it through and I just said I’d do something about. And then, next I know I was there and……..”

“You blame me for this?”

“No!” Erik exploded shooting to his feet and turning to face you. The couch was all that was between you.

He was met with your hard gaze that was glassy with tears. Tears, he put there. But you stood, back erect looking at him, not allowing them to fall as you frowned at him.

You looked like a Queen, he thought.

And he treated you like a pauper.

“I don’t blame you. I’ve never blamed you.” Erik said, holding your gaze with his own.

And that was true. From that moment to this one, not once had it occurred to him to blame you for his state.

“I didn’t sleep with anyone.” he repeated.

This time he couldn’t help but to wince as it sounded lame to his ears. You must have thought so too because you gave a snort of derision.

But Erik continued hurriedly, “In fact I was only there for five minutes when I realized how utterly stupid this was. More than that….that place bored me because all I could think of was you.”

You gave a bitter bark of a laugh, “I see. So if you hadn’t gotten bored you would have stayed. Thanks, that makes me feel 10x better.”

You gave him a look as he came around the couch. He had remind himself to breath as you stepped away from him. You only glared at him. Not for the first time he wished you were the type to yell and curse him out. But he knew that would only make him feel better not help the situation. You gaze pierce him more than words of vulgarity ever could.

He shook his head, “No, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“That’s exactly what you saying.” You snapped.

“No, look....” he licked his lips and continued, “I want you and I know that you aren’t going to have sex until you are married. I get that. I even came to respect that even.”

“So your brilliant idea....” he winched at your sarcastic remark, “...was to go get it from a stripper?”

“No!” he cried. He couldn’t seem to dig himself out of this hole no matter what he said.

At the moment he didn’t even need to try because you continued, “It’s amazing men can transfer their feelings like that to someone else but I guess that’s cause they didn’t have any to begin with. Or maybe it wasn’t strong enough. Strong enough for you keep it in your pants.”

Erik tried to temper his natural response to argue with you at your biting remark. You were rarely combative like this but he knew that he had pushed you too far. Arguing would only further rupture things. As much as it would be natural for him to start arguing with you, this would not help. For once in his life, he called on T’Challa to lend him some of his unending coolness and patience. He tried to make his voice calm and level like his cousin.

He breathed....

...And succeeded but the rough quality was still there. “No, that isn’t what I’m saying. I’m saying that I messed up. I can’t explain my thinking. I just want you so much and for some reason I just thought at time that going to a strip club would be a good idea. I didn’t think about the consequences or the implication of what I was doing.”

You just scowled at him, “Oh, I get it, Erik! You wanted sex and I wasn’t giving to you so you went somewhere else to get it. It’s that simple! That fact that you ended up not doing the do, doesn’t negate the fact that you went. You were unhappy that you had to wait. It’s been months for you and you couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t get none when you get ready and that bothered you.”

“Y/N…..”

Suddenly, your shoulders sunk as you held up your hand, “Don’t….just don’t.”

You turned to walk away from him and Erik panicked. He took two strides and pulled you close wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind. You struggled a bit, half-hardheartedly and Erik hung on.

He spoke into your ear, hoping you’d hear him, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say. I hurt you.”

You were silent as your stopped struggling. He wasn’t fool enough to know that it was over but he was glad of that. Erik licked his lips. You hadn’t told him to get off of you. Nor did you push him off or tell him to get out of your apartment altogether. He would take what he could get.

“How do I fix it?” Erik asked.

He was unaware that he tensed up awaiting your response.

Your voice was forlorn, “What makes you think it’s fixable?”

Erik hugged you tighter, “Baby girl…..”

“Let’s just be honest with ourselves. Is having sex now a deal breaker for you? If so, you may leave. I get it. Most men they just want sex and most women nowadays are willing to give it to you. So there is no reason for you to wait. Part of me, wish I could break down and give it to you but I can’t…..”

Your voice broke here, “It’s just not in me. I know most people say I have high standards. Too high sometimes. Maybe they are right, but it’s just the way I’m built. I can’t compromise that. If I have to be alone my entire life……”

Erik pulled you closer almost like he was trying to pull you into himself, “You won’t be….” he murmured.

You didn’t seem to hear him as you continued, “I just can’t. And don’t want to. Why do I feel like that’s what it takes?”

You had started to cry and Erik couldn’t take it anymore. He swung you around and held you by your forearms, “Don’t you dare cry!”

He gave you a little shake making you for the first time since that evening really look him in the eye.

He shook his head, “Don’t you cry over this! That isn’t what it takes, Y/N. Trust me, I know. Most men are dogs. You find some like my cousin who are good men. They wouldn’t dream of stepping out. That only problem is there are more of me than there are of him. That makes it harder for good women like you to find them. But I don’t ever want to hear doubt yourself like this. You have standards and you stand by them come hell or high water! You don’t compromise for anyone, especially not a dog!”

He breathed then his voice soften, “And... not even me.”

He dropped his hands to his side and took a step back then.

You were looking into his eyes and Erik allowed you to read him. Silence drifted a long moment before he spoke his voice rough, “I hate to think I messed this up beyond repair but if you feel I have, then I’ll leave.”

It took everything within Erik to say that but he did. You read his expression and knew that he was serious.

“I know…...I know what I ask for is what people may deem a fairy tale but I don’t know no other way to be. I don’t even know if I could sincerely apologize for that.” You gave a helpless shrug.

Erik shook his head and said vehemently, “You shouldn’t and don’t you dare.”

You sniffed and dropped your gaze, “If I came down off of my standards, I would be miserable for the rest of life. I know that much. I don’t know if I’d be able to live a miserable life.”

“Believe you aren’t built for it.”

You looked at Erik who was grim-faced, “Given your personality you would wilt if you if had a miserable life. People like you should have at best a comfortable life. Get from birth to death with as little drama as possible.”

You gave a wet laugh, “That is my plan.”

Erik reached out his hand slowly and was pleased your didn’t move away. He caresses your cheek, wiping away the tears he put there, “You deserve your fairy tale. I know several years ago, before meeting you I woulda dogged you out about such a concept but not anymore. If anyone deserves to have her fairy tale then it’s you. And I want to give you that.”

“Erik….”

He dropped his hand and pushed a loc out of his face, “After all I am a Prince. I should qualify, eh?” he grinned and was pleased when a bout of laughter bubbled out of you.

“I’m not sure I need to a Prince Charming, persay.” You teased.

“I should hope not. The only one I know that qualifies would be my cousin.” Erik gave a mock shudder.

You wrinkled your nose, “I don’t think so. At best I see T’Challa like a big brother.”

“I’m glad for that. I wouldn’t have to attempt regicide. Again.”

You reached out and hit his chest once playfully.

Erik sobered, “Y/N, what I did was stupid. To jeopardize what we are working towards for momentarily pleasure. I know now, if I had, I wouldn’t have felt better. Because it’s not the sex I want, it’s you. “

Your gaze slid away from him and he took a step forward, reaching out to tilt your chin, “It’s you I want. I want you, Y/N.”

He dared to pull your the rest of the way into his arms as he continued with an impish smirk though he was very serious. You squirmed under his gaze, “I want you my arms. It’s you I want to kiss.....”

He leaned down a little and your breath hitched, “Not only your lips, either...”

“Okay!” you squeaked out, snatching your chin away and lowering your gaze, “You can’t stop now, N’Jadaka. I get the point.”

Erik felt a thrill go through him to hear you use his birth name. It was relief. Still, he left the small smirk on his face.

You lifted your head and looked back at him and he sobered, “Will you give me a chance to make this up to you?”

You gazed at him a long while. The longer you took the answer the more nervous Erik became. Finally you asked quietly, your eyes searching, “Are you sure? You know I’m on lockdown. You gonna be okay with that?”

Erik nodded. “I’ll be straight. If I need to I’ll handle it myself. It’s what I should have done in the first place.”

You blinked at him and he grinned showing his golden canines. When it finally clicked you tried to twist out of his hold but he locked his arms around you with a little laugh.

“Erik!” you cried, “I don’t need to know all that.”

Erik couldn’t help the teasing though he wanted you know he was serious, “Know what? That I’ll be thinking of you, even then?”

You twisted this way and that and finally reached up to run a hand through your short hair.

Once you were able to focus you looked up to see Erik leaning down, a wolfish grin, “Just an FYI. A ring will unlock that, right?”

You bristled pushing at his chest and away from him, “This is not a video game! That’s what you’d marry for? To unlock the treasure chest, as it were?”

Erik casually pulled you back into his arms, “Nah, ma. I wouldn't’. I’d also marry you for your cooking.”

Erik could see you weren’t sure how to feel about that so he added, “Y/N…..you are a special woman, you do know that, don’t you? The fact that a beautiful, intelligent, calm-manner and very cultured woman with me with me is…..”

“N’Jadaka….”

He raised a hand and cover your mouth, “Nah, let me finish. I’m just saying if anyone is undeserving it’s me. After what I’ve done and what’ I’ve been through, you have accepted it in stride. You have given me room to grow and make mistakes. More than that you make me want to be a better man for you and I’m trying. Dang it, I’m trying. No other woman could say even half of that. You know I need you and I always will. But I need you more than you would ever need me and that’s cool. But that fact that you would choose to stay with me….”

Erik trailed off. There were not words to describe.

When he lowered his hand and suddenly found himself in a kiss with you. A kiss he welcomed, raising one hand to hold the back of your head. Only when you both began to run out of breath did he pull back.

“You are a good man, Erik.” you murmured.

“Am I?” Erik asked. You could see through the smirk to the uncertainty that lingered in his eyes.

You nodded, “If I didn’t think so, I wouldn’t be here.” You pushed a loc out his face, his eyes were still on you, “The fact that you try so hard makes me very happy. And I realize you could have just decided not to tell me, but you did.”

He really didn’t want you to sing too high of praises for him, “I didn’t want to at first. T’Challa said I should. Then I still wasn’t… and then….”

Erik was aware he was rambling so he was glad when you reached up to cover his mouth much the way he did earlier to yours, “Doesn’t matter how you arrived to the conclusion. The fact is, you did. You told me. I know. We dealing with it. I couldn’t ask for more.”

When you lowered your hand, Erik couldn’t help but you ask, “So am I in or out?”

You reached up and hit him upside the head, “You still here, ain’t you? Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Yes.”

Selfishly Erik wouldn’t be able to be at some moderate of peace until you did make it very clear. He was aware that he should not be asking for such a thing but he could not help it.

You rolled your eyes before they went flat. You pulled back and looked him dead in the eye, “You know that if you pull this stunt again, there will be not second chances. There won’t even be a conversation.”

You held up one finger, “One time. One time is all you get. One could constitute a mistake and that’s because I feel like you are sorry. But do it twice….”

Here you held up two finger, “After two times it’s just a habit. Do we have an understanding, Erik N’Jadaka Killmonger Stevens?”

Erik tried not to smile as he said very solemnly, “Yes ma’am.”

He held his face straight as you gazed at him before you finally smiled and lowered your hand, “Alright then. We cool.”

Erik felt that nagging feeling that he had for the past weeks begin to fade. His heart felt it was beginning to beat normally again.

You reached up and pecked his lips before walking towards the kitchen. You’d have to reheat everything probably.

“Hungry?” you asked.

Erik gave a nod and followed you, “Ya, man. I’m starving….”

A.N: This story was relatively short compared to others. This is the end of this story but this particular story is bookend with it’s sequel ‘Principles’ which will be coming in a day or so.

#black panther #black panther fanfiction #killmonger x reader #killmonger

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nervouswreck-96 · 7 years

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One Leg to Stand On - Chapter 1

I originally conceived this as a short three-parter back in 2015. Then some stuff happened, and the idea lay dormant for a while. Now I've decided to resurrect it as a longform story exploring Sonic's inner thoughts in an uncomfortable situation. For those who read Alone Together, this is that story that I made a few retroactive references to back then. This is a sort of prequel to AT. I had the basic events in my mind the whole time, but not much else.

If you've already read AT, you may notice some similarities between that and the first chapter of this. Some of the similarity was intentional, the rest I just sort of stumbled into. All will be made clear soon enough.

If you love watching Sonic suffer, I hope this satisfies you. Thing is, there's a point to it all. We as fanfic writers don't make our favorite characters suffer because we're assholes; it's because we want to see how these characters respond to their suffering, whether they face up to the challenge or not. In turn, there are people who want to read that stuff for the exact same reason, even if they don't know it. We shouldn't feel ashamed of ourselves for writing stories like this. Life is sometime a constant stream of shit thrown in your face, and your challenge is just to endure. In essence, that's what this story is all about.

Okay, rant over.

For an ambulance ride to the emergency room, all was strangely silent. Well, except for the wail of the siren, obviously. But that had already bored itself so deeply into everybody's heads, it may as well not have even been there.

While Amy Rose paced back and forth around the stretcher in a daze, Tails simply leaned against the wall of the car, staring unblinking at what his best friend had been reduced to. He would have easily buried his face in his gloves if they weren't covered in someone else's blood. Nobody dared say a word. Their choked-back sobs said more than any word ever could.

The sharp, stabbing pain in Sonic's lower leg had receded to more of a blunt and swollen pain, but it was pain nonetheless, and it was visually manifest in the bandages wrapped around it: so saturated with blood that some began to leak right through the multiple tightly-wrapped layers. His central nervous system fought with all its might, sending endorphins to aid in dulling the torment, if only for brief moments. But there was only so much they could do. His chest heaved with each breath, rising slightly off the bed, each time with an audible gasp that he just couldn't help.

And yet, for all of this, that irrepressible smile remained fixed on Sonic's quavering lips. It seemed to be the only thing keeping the entire party from losing their composure…and yet, it seemed like a façade, almost as if it was painted on.

Tails and Amy cringed at the very sight. If anything, that smile just made things worse.

Despite everything, they never took their eyes off Sonic, as if it would be a breach of honor. They took in every breath the hedgehog took as if it was their own. They watched with their eyes peeled, almost waiting for an inevitable turn for the worse, waiting for the moment when that smile would be wiped off his lips.

Minutes passed. Sonic could no longer ignore the two weary, watery pairs of eyes looking down on him, floodgates ready to burst at any moment. Somebody had to say something. He had to say something.

"Don't worry, guys!" Sonic said, flashing a thumbs-up to thin air. "We're gonna find Eggman, and we're gonna take back that Chaos Emerald! Even if it means…"

"Who cares about that stupid rock?!" shouted Amy, jolting Sonic practically out of his bed. "All we care about is you!"

"Hey, I'll be fine!" he reassured her…though, come to think of it, he was a little confused about how he and his friends ended up in an ambulance in the first place. "I just want get to the bottom of this before anyone else gets hurt!"

"We'll take care of it ourselves if we have to!" said Amy, pointing directly to Tails. "You just get all the rest you need!"

Sonic? Rest?

Okay, this was getting weird.

Sonic searched his memory banks for anything from that day that could explain why his friends were acting so jumpy. But when it came to recalling the past few hours, all he had to show for it was a crude patchwork of scattered, disorganized memories.

He remembered that something went wrong when he destroyed Dr. Eggman's latest creation. He remembered the frustration of not being able to stand up afterwards. But most of all, he remembered how Tails and Amy just stood over him, eyes glazed over with terror the likes of which he had never seen before in anybody. They were laser-focused on him, screaming for anybody who could help, seemingly unaware of anything else that was going on – even Dr. Eggman sneaking off with the Chaos Emerald.

And that was the last thing he remembered. After that, it was all dead air.

Come to think of it, he couldn't remember a whole lot at all for something that apparently happened less than an hour ago. He chalked it up as yet another mystery of the mind and moved on.

"Anyone else hungry? I haven't had anything to eat in hours!" said Sonic, deliberately stretching out the last word to grab the others' attention.

"Eat? Sonic, you know you can't eat anything too heavy! You've just woken up!"

"Woke up? But all I did was—"

"Sonic!" Tails said, poking his head out from behind Amy. "She knows what she's talking about, okay?"

"Sonic, this is serious! I…" Amy took a moment to wipe the tears off her face and compose herself before continuing. "I just don't want to see you get hurt again!"

That did it. The waterworks began in earnest. She had held out for as long as she could, but it was a losing battle. The instant Sonic reached out his hands to her and offered support by the most direct method possible – contact comfort – she gave in and fell into his arms.

It was all even he could do to support her. He struggled for something to say to her, anything to soothe her frayed nerves. The last thing he wanted his friends to worry about was himself, and were it up to him, they would never have to worry about a thing as long as he was around.

But try as he might, nothing came to him. What could he say?

"I'm fine"? Tried that, didn't work. "I'll try not to get hurt ever again"? Nope, that was straight out. He respected her intelligence too much to believe that she would buy that for even a second. He was Sonic the Hedgehog, after all, and she knew that. There was a difference between comforting somebody and telling a flat-out lie.

Finally, he settled on something.

"I'll get through this, Amy. I always do, don't I?" he said.

He was sure that would appeal to her never-ending faith in him. If it did, her facial expression wasn't making it easy to notice. Her eyes were sealed tight against the torrent of tears that were ready to burst through.

"You believe me, right? Look me in the eye and tell me," said Sonic.

Amy's hyperventilating started to level off somewhat. Her eyelids inched slowly open, ready to accept her fragile new reality for what it was worth. She looked left, she looked right, she looked up, she looked in every which way but towards Sonic.

Finally, she took the plunge and looked him eye-to-eye. And for one precious moment, everything seemed like it was going to be okay.

"I…I believe you."

Sonic let out a satisfied sigh. At least he could do something right today.

On the other side of Sonic's stretcher, the banter between the two hedgehogs was just a smudged-together mishmash of words in Tails' subconscious. Something was bubbling beneath his chest, and he needed to let it out. The words barely pierced the echoes of wailing sirens and footsteps on corrugated metal, but their message was powerful enough on its own merits.

"This is all my fault."

"Tails?" Amy asked. "Wha…what are you talking about?"

"Tails, no!" said Sonic, waving his arms from side to side for emphasis. "Don't blame yourself for any of this!"

He had scarcely finished before Tails spoke up again. "If I had…if I had…"

Then he stopped. It didn't take long for Sonic to realize why.

Tails' own emotions began to overcome him. No. Dear God, no. He promised himself this wouldn't happen. He promised himself he'd be strong. Not just for himself, but for Sonic. Especially for Sonic. But those images…dear God, those images…

This wasn't working. He daren't speak another word now, lest he expose the blubbering, cracking mess of his voice for all the world to hear.

No. He smacked himself in the face. He needed to man up. After all, he wasn't the one who was injured. He had no excuse. He had to be Sonic's support when he needed it, because he was sure he would. He needed to be the big man for his big brother.

"I'm gonna do something about this," said Tails.

"Oh, no, Tails…don't…" said Amy, in a vain attempt to lure the fox in.

"I don't care if it kills me! I'm gonna…I'm gonna…"

Tails stopped when he realized something very important: he actually had no idea what he was going to do.

His only recourse left was to channel all of his inner trauma and torment into a gut-wrenching primal growl.

"Tails…" Sonic said, not quite sure how to continue. He'd been in more than a few similar situations with his friend, and experience taught him that he had to trundle through this minefield as delicately as possible.

Then again, the words "Sonic" and "delicate" don't often belong in the same sentence.

"Listen to me. You really saved my bacon back there, bud," said Sonic, emphasizing every word.

"How?" asked Tails, his voice barely passing above the level of a whisper.

"You kiddin'? If you two hadn't gotten to me when you did, I wouldn't be here right now, would I?"

He sat up on his stretcher and reached over to give Tails a pat on the back. One cracking sound and one instinctual yelp of pain later, he realized that it may not have been the smartest course of action. Regardless, the pat was given. He wasn't going through so much pain to not meet his ultimate objective, however petty and insignificant it may have been in the grand scheme of things.

The instant Amy heard the sickening crack, she rushed from the other side of the ambulance coach and grabbed Sonic's shoulders as if both of their lives depended on it. "Sonic! What are you doing?!" she screamed, pulling Sonic's upper body back down toward the bed. "Just lie down and stay still! Don't put any more pressure on that leg!"

"Hey, you promised," said Sonic, playfully wagging his finger.

God, that sneer in his voice. It said so many things at once without technically saying a word. "I'm so awesome." "I'm invincible." "I can crush a car with my bare hands." Sometimes Amy didn't know whether to use her loving arms to embrace him or choke him to death. Or both.

Before Amy could fully come to terms with her feelings, she heard a hideous screech from the vehicle.

Without so much as a warning, the ambulance came to a sudden halt, flinging the unprepared passengers across the back of the coach. Only Sonic, in his fastened-down stretcher, was spared from being thrown forward.

After taking a second to reconstitute himself, Tails threw himself back onto his feet and raced for the back of the vehicle, where its lone window was located. The fox took one glance to make sure they had reached the finishing point.

The familiar emblem of the caduceus on the building's sliding glass entrance didn't lie.

"We're here."

Amy took a deep breath. At the very least, the hard part was over.

---

"Can't this stupid thing go any faster?" Sonic asked for the umpteenth time.

Tails groaned and plugged his ears as he ran alongside Sonic's stretcher. It had only been five minutes since Sonic was finally taken into the hospital, but it might as well have been five days.

"For the last time, we're moving as fast as we can! And please, sir, lie down!" shouted one of the EMTs wheeling the hedgehog through the hospital floor.

Against all medical advice, Sonic was sitting upright on his stretcher. The pain in his calf flared up to levels that even he was unable to simply store away in his subconscious, but in Sonic's mind, it paled in comparison to the nerve-tugging sensation of having to look straight up at a ceiling that barely moved. He needed to see straight ahead. He needed to know what was going on.

"Listen…Brad…" said Sonic, eyeing the man's nametag. "…nobody but me can dictate my posture!"

"Sonic, just do what the man says!" shouted Amy.

With an overdramatic sigh, Sonic gave in and flopped his entire body weight down on the bed. He picked his fights accordingly, and for the moment, this wasn't a fight worth picking.

Just as Sonic tilted his head to his left, he noticed something off in the distance that caught his fancy.

"Hey, look!" he said, reaching down to tap both Tails and Amy on their shoulders before pointing to his left.

Tails and Amy looked in that direction, then turned to each other and shrugged. What was Sonic even looking at?

"See over there? 'INPATIENT CLINIC'. That's me right now. Gettin' very 'inpatient' here," he said. Sure enough, there was a sign directing people to the inpatient wing of the hospital.

Tails just shook his head, tossed a half-hearted chuckle Sonic's way, and fought the unmistakable urge to groan at his friend's attempt at humor.

"Figured you'd like that one," said Sonic.

"Yeah, I'm sure they haven't heard that one a million times," muttered Tails.

Out of nowhere, Amy's voice pierced through the muddle.

"WE'RE HERE!"

The entire stretcher shook under Sonic's jump. Amy soon found herself facing the glares of the paramedics who were tasked with carrying it.

"Oh…sorry! I just got a little excited…" said Amy.

"It's cool. Just…y'know…I'm banged up enough! I don't need a heart attack on top of that!" said Sonic.

Without warning, Sonic felt himself being rocked left and right, as the two paramedics lifted Sonic's bed off the stretcher and onto a permanent cot. The next thing he noticed were both of the paramedics racing to each side to unhook the straps, which kept him firmly attached to the stretcher mechanism.

Ah, yeah! thought Sonic. Freedom at last!

The positive feelings ended as soon as he got a look at his surroundings.

The room seemed to be barely any larger than the ambulance that carried him. Behind him, emerging from the wall like demonic tentacles, were all sorts of tubes, wires, and computers. Whoever painted this room wasn't exactly an expert in interior design either. Every square inch of the walls was painted in a disarming shade of minty green, that one shade of green that is forever linked by association with hospitals and doctor's offices. The paint scheme was most likely put in place to calm patients' nerves. On Sonic, it had the opposite effect. It reminded him he was in a hospital.

The only visible connection to the outside world was the window on his right. Unfortunately, his entire view of the sky was cut off by a high-rise apartment building just across the street.

The bed itself was positioned no more than a quarter of an inch away from the left-side wall. Even as he tried to will the bed closer to the middle of the room by shaking his whole body to the right, he only succeeded in moving the bed directly against the wall.

Every impulse in his body told him it was time to scram. He had already made up his mind; his friends were just going to have to wait for him somewhere else. Maybe he could finally chase down that Chaos Emerald…

…though it would have to be on one good leg.

Slowly, the realization began to creep up on Sonic. This place was going to be his home for quite a while.

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Honestly, I don't find it terrible , an average anime at best. But I wouldn't hate it half as much if it wasn't for the goddamn fans. And did you see they are releasing a Yurio body pillow.... he's 15 for Christ's sake...

You’re right.

Yuri on Ice, tbh, is a mediocre anime (I.E. in terms of character and plot development). I gave it a 5/10 on MAL. YOI is poorly written (..and animated) and the fact that it apparently took Kubo 4 years is…appalling. I was so excited when the first PV came out, but watching episode 1 was, uh, something. I have seen worse anime, so YOI is not the bottom of the barrel to me. If the fandom wasn’t so outright obnoxious, I would’ve watched the season, kept my opinions to myself, and moved on. As an anti, I am not bashing YOI fans for liking YOI, you can like whatever you want. It becomes a problem, however, when they :

(1) begin bashing other anime that have nothing to do with YOI, in an attempt to make YOI look better (Haikyuu!! And Free! seem to be the main victims. Mob Psycho 100 was, for what it looks like, bashed on for a certain amount of time because of crunchyroll awards).

(2) integrate themselves in every single fandom that has nothing to do with them (example : Figure skating championships. Nathan Chen is not Yuuri Katsuki. Nathan Chen is Nathan Chen. Stop it.)

(3) crucify anyone (including fans) who have even a tiny bit of criticism towards the show. They do the absolute most trying to defend the show with ridiculous meta, it actually makes YOI and the fandom look worse, IMO. If anything it shows how insecure they are, since apparently 100% of people who watched YOI must like it-or else. At such lengths they go to “protect” it, they prove again and again that the anime wasn’t as #revolutionary as they claim it to be. Maybe they’re in denial. That being said, please refrain from reaching, fandom, you look ridiculous. Accept the flaws, or keep scrolling. Better yet, blacklist, as you love to tell other people when you invade their fandoms. P.S. Death threats are stupid and does not make you look better. Y'all need Jesus and Therapy. The hell is wrong with you guys?

(4) Maintain the superiority complex. YOI is not the gospel. “Kubo-sensei” is not a “pure” woman who saved the Earth. She is (apparently) a writer who wrote a fanfic that got popular. Popularity ≠ Good Quality. The show and y'all personalities are trash. For more info on Kubo, I believe fellow tumblr user @saotome-michi has all the receipts on her blog. That’s like a whole story on it’s own lmao *sigh*

(5) Set the main ship as relationship goals. Trust me, it is not. This is not Disney, you are not Cinderella. Wake up.

I am an anti, yes, but I’m more anti (yoi) fandom than anything. They cause more problems in the name of YOI, looking like a bunch of idiotic YOI Crusaders, so it makes the anime look worse. When you see the fandom vs the anime, it’s really not that good. The unnecessary hype makes them look very delusional. It kind of reminds me of 2015 when everyone was screaming “WATCH SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN!!!!!!!! OMFG IT’S THE BEST THING EVER” and I watched it and…?? It’s a good show but I wouldn’t call it a masterpiece. It’s not like SNK did anything spectacularly different from all the other post-apocalyptic type shows (no hard feelings SNK fans) The openings were straight fire tho. If there was no fandom (or at least not this current behavior) the show would’ve been fine, it’s whatever. Now I can’t even think of ice skating without making a face.

What I think the fandom fails to realize is that criticism doesn’t necessarily mean hating (unlike what they do to other fandoms). I am criticizing because I actually liked YOI (keyword: liked). If I did not care about YOI at all, I would not have a strong opinion to be even receiving this ask (thanks by the way💗). I am on the anti side because I believe YOI had the potential to be a great anime, but fell short (waayyy short. I mean, wtf was that?). I feel that I, and other anti yoi members, were scammed, cheated, bamboozled, hoodwinked, robbed, you naammmee it. Serious sports anime where??????? The only thing serious about Yuri on Ice is the blatant flaws and toxic fandom it somehow produced. I blame trump.

It also doesn’t help that there are 20+, 30+ year olds in the fandom acting like this. How are you a grown adult acting like a 12 year old fangirl of a crappy boy band? Not trying to be confrontational, but…?????? Y'all don’t got work, school, maybe kids?????? Parties?????? Something way more important than this? Hello get those priorities in check please

30 minutes into writing this I noticed the second half of your question, lmao. I didn’t know, actually. I stay away from the main tags. I think I just cringed thinking of things people would do to that body pillow…

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#anti yoi #anti yoi fandom #the only time i've seen people so deluded were these trump supporters #and when you present both with facts they become quiet or just start spouting nonsense #i guess yoi fans believe in alternate facts too #this is the longest response to an ask i've ever written wtf #i better put this same energy into college next week

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