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beanghostprincess · 5 months

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I would like to know your thoughts on Boa x Luffy.

Because I have a few problems with this ship. (actually it´s mostly one, the others are more reasons why I don´t ship them)

First the age gap: Can´t say anything to it since I like Marco x Ace (I don´t won´t to think of that age different! )

A problem I have is that Boa seems to idolize Luffy and alredy wants to merry a 17Y old Luffy. And first I was like thats a bit creepy but then I stopped a moment to think. When I look of her behavior and her thoughts, she actually reminds me more of a little girl with her first crush. (lasteres is definitive true) While she wasn´t as lucky to grew up as isolated as most of the amazons (who didn´t even know what a man looks like) and has probably good reasons to hate men, she soesn´t know much about relationships.

I think, and I can´t believe I´m saying this, that Luffy is in this more mature than her in this. He clearly says that he won´t marry her. (and thank you Oda to not play it for laugh and make him not understand what she means) I´m pretty sure Luffy knows her feelings for him, but ignores it (doesn´t think about it).

What I really don´t like about this ship is actually not the ship itself (even if I don´t ship them), it´s some "shiper" when you can call them that. It´s when someon just ships them because Luffy NEEDS a love intrest (not true) or because with someone Luffy has to have children in the future (also not true!).

I hate that! Boa (and Luffy) deserve better than that. She is a strong independent women that is more than her crush on Luffy.

I could write so many reasons why I love Boa, but I wrote already so much (more than I wanted) and my cat is bothering me because she wants attention. ( how dare I not give her the attention she deservs? Love her.)

I usually have no issues with ships because if I don't like them I just ignore them, so I basically don't care about this ship? Like people be people. You do you. Hakuna Matata. I personally don't like it because it's not my type of thing and because the only reason Boa likes Luffy is because she feels safe around him the way she feels safe around Rayleigh. Men have always seen her (and still do) as an object, and she has managed to use her beauty against them and their stupidity and I love it. I love her. I find Boa and Luffy's dynamic really endearing because it's not only that she has a ""crush"" on him, but she trusts him and genuinely feels comfortable in his presence to the point of saying "well, if this goes wrong I'll just go to Luffy" (which is really fucked up actually because she should be more independent and relying on romantically/sexually is only a trauma response, but yeah, at least she has two men in her life she can trust). I think she doesn't love Luffy or have a crush on him at all. She's just captivated by him and how safe he makes her feel because he's one of the only two men who have never seen her as an object. So, from that POV I really like the dynamic, but not romantically/sexually at all. I honestly think she's a lesbian going through the biggest fucking case of comphet I've ever seen, but then again, no opinion on the ship other than I don't like it but people can do whatever they want as long as they don't bother me.

However, I must say I do agree with you on the fact that most Boa/Luffy shippers (dudebros, mostly) like the pairing because they think Luffy as a main character needs a female love interest, and since she's been pretty much the only girl who has explicitly displayed romantic feelings for Luffy, they just take it as canon without thinking about their relationship or characters in the slightest. These people just keep pushing a normatively straight and allo agenda that I can't fucking stand. But, well, it's not like I interact with them so whatever.

Most people see this ship as problematic for the age difference and I find that pretty much stupid because usually the main problem with age difference is the level of maturity and power imbalance, but in this case, Boa is just down bad for him and she's a bit annoying at times (honestly, I keep saying it's just her coping mechanism often played as a joke for her character). And Luffy knows that she is because he has refused to get married to her multiple times. People act like Luffy is this naive kid who doesn't know what love/sex is, but the guy is just... Not interested. He doesn't seem bothered by her either? If Luffy genuinely disliked Boa for this he would've said so. He is a very direct and honest character. He likes Boa. He's friends with her. He'll help her if needed and he cares about her. However, he just doesn't like her romantically and... That's pretty much it? It's not that deep from Luffy's POV, honestly.

And when people call Boa a predator (I've seen that) I just feel uh... Conflicted with their opinion. Because a predator is somebody who has these patterns and keeps wanting/liking kids/really young people and keeps insisting whether or not they want it and they're, well, pervs, basically. Boa's feelings for Luffy are, like you said, pretty much shown as a high school innocent crush. The way she acts around him is to rely on him rather than take advantage of him, because, I repeat, all men in her life have used her and now that she has a male friend who doesn't see her as an object, she copes with having a crush on him. Which is really sad and it has happened to me and to a lot of lesbians with bad past experiences and... Seeing people call her out like this as if she were some big evil predator makes me feel really uneasy and worried about the reading skills of this fandom. Have you considered that... Even if there's an age gap... Some people don't have bad intentions and adults can also be traumatized? Like, I'm not saying this would be okay in real life, because it wouldn't (even if her behavior is understandable from a psychological POV), but in fiction? I think Boa is a pretty complex and well-written character and she has her reasons behind this comedic gag, even if it doesn't seem like it. Oda likes to exaggerate these things, with Sanji, for example. Y'all would literally hate Sanji in real life for how he treats women most of the time and we all acknowledge it's a comedic gag that got out of hand.

I'm not sure if I'm wording this right, but basically: Boa doesn't like Luffy romantically/sexually and just mistakes feeling safe with those types of attraction. I don't like the ship for that reason, and most shippers only ship them without having any understanding of their characters at all and because they just want a main straight pairing. It can be seen as problematic for the age gap and it's a running gag that can make people uncomfortable, yes, and I understand. But that does not make Boa a pedo/predator and y'all keep using those words very very freely to the point of them losing their true meaning.

Now this ended up being kind of an essay on them rather than my opinion so, TL;DR: I don't like the ship but they're cute friends.

#hope this made sense bc i haven't had my tea yet and i am COLD and my hands are getting numb from writing i'm freeziiing #but yeah i love boa a lot as you can see #and luffy is my cutie patootie #i think they're besties and i heart them but i don't like the ship romantically #one piece #boa hancock #monkey d. luffy

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tennessoui · 7 months

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can i ask all the questions for polyglot ... i love u polyglot ....... (jk maybe 18 ? or 4 ?)

[from this fic writer's ask game]

18. If you wrote a sequel to polyglot, what would it involve?

omg so just so everyone knows and can hold me accountable later, polyglot is meant to be the first fic in a series. it's the "two bottoms in a space ship" 8k set up for a second fic 100%. it can absolutely be read by itself and could be stand-alone, but is meant to have a few fics following.

the immediate sequel?

a fic where they get to their hotel and it's only one bed. literally that is all the notes i have for that fic. it would of course lead to them getting to the actual planet obi-wan wants to visit....and only having one sleeping bag. we want pressed chest to chest. we want uncomfortable closeness. we want hurts whispered in the inches left between faces.

we want a polyglot series where anakin's unanswered letters are addressed, obi-wan's unwavering devotion for a child he does not allow himself to see---so much that he crystalizes the child forever as just that, unwilling to recognize that the child grew into an adult without him there---is also addressed........

polyglot is basically my indiana jones au fic series start-up and i would love to write the part 2 for it! this ask is incredibly apt for that reason alone

4. What detail in polyglot are you really proud of?

i don't think this counts as a detail, but i love the scene where anakin realizes it's not that obi-wan is disappointed in who he has become when he sees him.....but that obi-wan is disappointed that his anakin has not been deployed to this mission (because his anakin is perpetually a 12 year old kid)

the equivalent of 'oh he's just stupid' played out in like 500 words!! and of course anakin is incredibly endeared by it because he's just as stupid over obi-wan, and i really like how that entire scene happens.

anakin really goes from >:( to :/ to :| to :] to :D because obi-wan is an idiot and anakin also is an idiot <3

#asks #polyglot au #literally also have no idea what this au is called #bad day for kit's memory #anyway assigned idiot at obikin #literally could be my blog title #thank you sm for asking after polyglot!!!!#i love thinking about this story and all its possibilities #also had to go to the story to get the link #and it just broke 1000 kudos #im so happy about that!!!!!#thank you!!!!!! :D

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berensteinsmonster · 1 year

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sorry no good posts today, jsut doodles

Ok ramble time (I cannot shut up about my ocs and hcs for characters even if i tried)(oh and click for better quality)

LOOK 👀👀👀👀👀👁👁👀👁👁 at Conner Flask’s design. Look at them. They are so them. literally the character of all time. They’re just so mad-scientists vibes but like within the capacity of a 12 year old. Melvin Sneedly lookin aaah. Their mom (Mrs. Flask) btw, fully supports their pronouns, hopes and dreams, and overall just kinda chill idk (unlike her child, who really cannot stop being the center of attention lmao). She loves her child just as much as she loves science and inventing things. Mrs. Flask is more like cool teacher that would give you bonus points for just being participative and Conner Flask is a straight up menace just stealing your points for their own academic gain. Conner also used the button machine to make their own enby pins :)

Frownie is there.

Joe is like ???????????? idk he gives me this very specific vibe of just like being stupid but there’s no endearment to it from other people. They just look down on him for like logical reasons, but Joe is just like “:I man what the heck” the entire time. Idk I just feel like he doesn’t like being treated as stupid or claled stupid just cause he drank lighter fluid that one time and liked it a little

SANGUINE SUNDAE ☀🌻🌤🌞 THE EVERYTHING. THE STARSHINE. THE LIGHT AND JOY OF LIFE. her design is based off of Hatsune Miku’s author notes about how she was designing the characters and was originally gonna make Smiley’s hair yellow but scrapped it. I think it’s still a nice concept cause like idk it looks nice on Sanguine (which btw, look up that word) cause to me, Smiley’s mom IS happiness itself. I had originally thought of making her something like Kooky’s (from KND) mom sort of thing where hse’s all business business but like... man. I feel like she likes stay hippy. she keeps it groovy. shes just :) in its purest form and also loves her daughter very much and supports her transitions trans right firkc you

ok Imma be nice to Frownie and talk about her design. Being Smiley’s self-appointed opposite, Frownie takes all the energy she has throughout the day and puts it all into frowning. She hates learning. She hates school. Why would she? Nobody really like, cares about her and she doesn’t care about anybody. She’s got a unibrow deal with it. Her front buttons are literally :( shaped. And her bright cyan dress contrasts against her baby blue skin, this is basically an inverted shade and pallete of Smiley, who has bright yellow skin and dark orange shirt. She also keeps her hair “neater” and “straighter” and even has the same upside down V line to part her bangs. She made herself Smiley’s opposite because everybody wouldn’t stop saying it otherwise and she grew to resent that. Girlie needs some better friends fr

ok thank you for your time im taking that and putting it in a box and im gonna shake it around every 2 or 3 years to see if its still ticking

#this post is a lie its just an escuse for me to talk and talk and talk and talk #im also very tired sorry #Riddle School #Smiley Sundae #Sanguine Sundae #Frownie Brownie #Conner Flask #Mrs Flask #Joe #oc #ocs #my art #also yes its true Hatsune Miku created riddle school i know it ive seen it its for reals reals

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whysamwhy123 · 8 months

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Since I'm back after a little unplanned hiatus, time to blab about another dumb idea I had for an AU that I'll never write! So! For some reason, a while back, I decided I really wanted to come up with a trashy reality show AU for Max Squared, where MJF decides to exploit Caster's immediate, intense love for him by starting up a little showmance. Max wants to manipulate the editing of the show as well as the game itself to make sure that he wins and/or becomes the breakout star of the season. So when Caster falls head over heels for him on Day One, he's presented with the perfect opportunity.

Initially, I was thinking the show would be a Survivor type deal, a bunch of people on a desert island or something, voting each other off, so Max's game is stringing Caster along so that he won't ever vote against him and he always has an ally help him vote out whoever he considers his biggest competition. But then I started to think it might be funnier if it was an American Idol style singing competition. It kinda fits, right? Both MJF and Caster are musically inclined, after all. And it changes the logic behind Max's plan - he wants to manipulate the editing of the show, make himself seem like a nice, endearing guy so the public will vote to keep him in the show, and ensure he gets a lot more screen time than the the other contestants. And what better way to do than pretending to be falling in love with this weirdo who's obsessed with you? A heart-warming queer romance on a show where only one of them can win? That's some good trash TV there, right?

MJF insists to Caster that it's all an act on his part. He's only pretending to be in love with him for the show, to tug on the heartstrings of all the stupid fans out there who think this shit is anything close to real. A ploy to make himself seem like the perfect charming, irresistible hero he needs to be in order to win this damn thing. And Caster's just like ''Whatever you say, sweetie,'' because he knows before Max does.

Maybe after a certain point, Max figures, hey, there's no harm in sleeping with the guy. It doesn't mean anything - Caster's so willing, so he may as well get laid. Of course, Caster thinks this is a sign that he really does have feelings for him, no matter how many times MJF tells him that it's not because he's actually attracted to him. No, it's just a ''power thing''.

He's only pretending, right? Caster's a fucking loser, a pawn in Max's grand master plan to emerge victorious. There's no way he could end up actually developing feelings for him over the course of the show, right? It's all for the show, it's fake, it's not real! There's simply no way he could...

Also, I'd want there to be a point where one night, Caster straight-up begs Max to let him eat his ass. And MJF's like ''Ugh, no way! That's disgusting! You're insane! You're a fucking weirdo! You're gross! You're...you'd do that for me?'' and of course, Caster tells him he'd do anything for him. And Max finds he can't resist anymore. So he lets Caster do it and he makes sure he doesn't regret it. Max's probably so loud during it that it pisses off the other contestants and the crew members who can hear it through the walls because Max simply cannot keep quiet like he usually can.

#What is wrong with you Sam you should not be allowed to write #Y'all were free from me subjecting you to my terrible ideas for a few days but I'm back bitches!!#And worse than ever!#This is definitely one of those ideas that it's a good thing I'll never write #Been rattling around in my head for a while but I won't ever make it happen and that's for the best #I don't think I have it in me to write something trashy enough for this idea #Because it would need to be trashy like a reality show but I'd probably hold back too much #But the goofiness of the situation would have been fun to play around with #I feel like there's a lot of comedic potential to this AU at least #Also whoops got very H-word at the end there my sincerest apologies #But in my defence...trashy reality show AU and it's Max Squared what did you expect?#Does anyone still care about Max Squared besides me? It feels like everyone else has migrated over to AdaMJF #Gone where I cannot follow #Jesus fucking Christ Sam why are you still making tags SHUT UP ALREADY!#This is what happens when I have to go three whole days without internet this bitch has lost their damn mind #OK I promise I'll shut up now sorry

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onlyshestandsthere · 10 months

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HELL YES, JADE!!! She has seen the LIGHT *jiggles in anticipation and excitement*

And we got the porridge angst! Fuck that was heartbreaking, pretty much that whole chapter was.

But Jade buying Kit honey made me melt and I giggled about younger Jade trying to get it on when she's such a lightweight. Very endearing. And Jade playing along to gather intel about the evil collar and not raise suspicion, I felt her struggle. And I LOVE how you wrote Jade snaps because Kit is a slave, well that in itself is truly horrible, but you tied it back to her peoples' origins before they became Bone Reavers. It's bloody poetic with how you set that up and then used canon, making that the deep rooted reason why Jade is so done because it goes against her everything.

I'm enjoying this fic so much because to me, it totally feels like the Willow universe. I've said it before and I'll say it again, but your characterisation is amazing and all the details you've put into this world you've built around them. It's comforting (because it's familiar), exciting (this entire ride), painful (this entire ride) and hopeful (it's a Tanthamore love story). So, cheers so much for all of this.

And is Kit gonna go to the darkside? Is the Crone gonna influence her and then Kit will exact her revenge in a sexy, "everyone but Jade is gonna get a beat down now," kinda way if she gets imbued with dark power? I get it if you can't confirm either way. But someone def needs to get to kicking some asses that isn't Kit's. Hers needs a rest.

One last thing. Next chapter is 12 FRICKIN K??!! OH HELL YES!!! 😄

This was lovely to wake up to, thank you!

I won't confirm or deny anything, except to say asses will be kicked, eventually.

Jade has a big heart, but she's really stupid about it, bless her.

And yeah, Jade would have snapped at the collar anyway because it's so awful, but her intense hatred of slavers definitely played a big role. For a while, she could convince herself that Kit was going to be a temporary political prisoner, which made sense to her because it's something that can and has happened. But seeing that collar wrapped around her neck? Seeing what it does to her?

Yeah, Jade was always gonna flip her shit.

Seriously, this was a lovely ask. Thank you.

#What a delight #I go from a 10k chapter to a 6k chapter to a 12k chapter someone help me figure out like chapter portion sizes #BMMMSAS #Fic asks

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glowstone23b · 10 months

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hi . i (technically) have a minecraft oc (its minecraft story mode but shh) and her entire deal is that she managed to tame phantoms . and the way it happened is kind of funny

a juvenile phantom whacked into the windows of her house, breaking the glass but also injuring itself and she has little to no impulse control so she helps the poor thing (soft spot for animals … goes on to become a mob tamer at some point)

phantom recovers . acts a bit like those scared little cats that arch their back and prance around but it warms up to her eventually and shes like “:) aww” and once it’s all healed she walks outside and sends it away so it rejoins the other phantom colony

2 days later my girl wakes up to the entire phantom population outside her house (/j it’s actually just around a dozen)

(In my stupid silly mcsm au i gave phantoms the fun feature of having REALLY impressive vocal chords. mainly for the reasons of 1: luring in prey via distress calls (like a guy screaming for help or the sound of an injured dog), and 2. communication)

the juvenile she helped thought that she was very much a reliable food source yes because she often fed it and nurtured it to the best of her abilities so the thing goes back to it’s family and is all like “FOOD SOURCE . NO DANGER”

a couple months later she gets obsessed w studying these guys because they’re surprisingly lovely if you get past the horrid shrieking and needle teeth they have

(she also modifies her elytra so she fixes it up using phantom scales instead of having to kill them for membrane and it gave some …. interesting side effects)

!!! :O so neat??? MCSM counts as minecraft it's in the MCU (minecraft cinematic universe) in my head, so heck yeah!!! I wish I played it more than I did before it was taken off of a lot of platforms TwT

I adore this idea of phantoms having like. similar vocal capabilities to parrots and whatnot, that'd make the "I haven't slept for three days in a row and now I'm hearing voices outside of my house at night" thing a whole lot neater!! And befriending them too?? I'd like to see what phantom scales would look or feel like, and what effects they'd have on elytra instead of membrane! I feel like it'd make your elytra a little heavier-feeling, or look more like ender dragon wings than standard elytra :thinking:

I'm also very much a bird person so seeing like 12 phantoms outside your house one day after you give one food is so endearing to me. like, come here let me look at how cool you are!! And the mental imagery of a phantom completely smashing through a window in the middle of the night is very hilarious but if I were your oc in this situation I might've screamed myself awake at the noise.

Reminds me I need to make a phantom design or two, I've never figured out how to draw them! So freakin' cool though!! I wanna stay on model as I can, but sometimes I get a little excited. I think they should have little feet as a treat. Phantoms perching... beloveds

Anyways. throwing words at you. heart eyes. thank you for telling me I adore you

#glowstone23b asks #i guess that'll be a tag #phantoms minecraft #minecraft oc #minecraft worldbuilding #holding your oc and her little phantom flock ever so gently in my hands i love this concept #thank you for sharing with the class #let's study phantoms together come here

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scrambled-eggsed · 2 years

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How Stede Bonnet reminds me of Don Quixote

Disclaimers: I read two (2) chapters out of Don Quixote in my high-school literature class, and the only stuff i know about the story is pretty much from there (first and eighth chapters, if any of y'all are interested). Also this is 100% about Stede Bonnet the character and the way he is written in the show, and not in any way about the historical man. SO!

There are a few elements to this - the obvious similarities between Stede and Don Quixote as people, including their backgrounds, approaches to the lives they chose, and the obvious incompatibilities between them and the dangers of being pirates/knights; the similarities in how the narrative itself mocks both of them, whether its the general framing of scenes or the actual narrator; and also how in Stede's case, the narrative takes a turn and pulls him away from being a Don Quixote, especially when in relation to Ed.

So about the first thing! It really is the most obvious part of this comparison - generally, they are both from wealthy backgrounds (wealthy-ish in the case of Don Quixote, I think, but the point stands), and abandoned their comfortable lives in exchange for lives of danger and adventures. It will be expanded on later but I should also point out here that there are a few differences between them in this sense - namely the reason behind Don Quixote's decisions being Comical Insanity, while Stede was always out of place in his life since childhood, whether due to full-on homosexuality or his general "softness" in relation to The Standard. Slightly more about that later! But anyway, they are also extremely not suited for the lifestyles they chose, and interestingly, once again in different ways - Don Quixote is trying to make his fantasies a reality, in a time period which is [decades? a century?] after the time when it had a chance of being relevant. He also bases those fantasies on cheap novels and clichés - which is to say, even if he WAS in the right time period, he would still be seen as a lunatic. That bit is similar to Stede's case, except that Stede IS in the right time period - the Golden Age of piracy, I'm pretty sure? He wants to join a lifestyle which does exist in his time, but what makes him similar to Don Quixote is how, like him, he has no clue how it works - he acts out the fluffed-up tropes he knows from stories, with ZERO awareness to how dirty and gruesome it gets. That's a big part of the comedy in both stories - just like how Don Quixote had a stupid, kinda dangerous duel with that Basque guy, Stede stabs a man through the HEAD and it's still ridiculous. The tone of the story ties into how much they both absolutely do not fit the lives they've chosen.

Now that brings me to my second point - the tone of the two stories is pretty similar in how it treats Stede and Don Quixote's misconceptions of reality (here I should point out that in OFMD, the tone does change throughout the show. A while ago I read a post that explained the changes in the tone as the show progressed, and I can't find it now, but the point is that right now I'm referring to the early episodes of the show - generally until Stede gets stabbed, which, I'm pretty sure, is where the aforementioned post noted the first drastic change in the tone of the show). It's easier to explain Don Quixote's example - the narrator straight-up says he is insane, and while the other consistent point of view in the story, Sancho Panza (who, as far as I understand, is basically There for most of the story?) tries to gently convince Don Quixote he's wrong with his conception of reality, or sometimes speaks in his metaphors in order to get through to him, the narrator just mocks him every time. With no ambiguity, the narrator gives the distinct, clear descriptions of the actual reality, beyond Don Quixote's fantasies. Generally, Don Quixote is described as pitifully and amusingly delusional - while it makes him into a somewhat endearing character, he is always painted by the narrative to be, pretty much, a crazy idiot.

With Stede it's a bit different, for a couple of reasons - firstly, there is no narrating voice in the show like there is in Don Quixote, and secondly, with the shifts in the tone of the story, this image of him is not as consistent as it is with Don Quixote. All in all, it lets his character be less of a caricature and more of a relatable Human Person - the narrative never paints him as outright, unmistakably crazy, and doesn't build his character in such a way so that he is purely A Landowner Driven To Madness By His False Conception Of A Life Of Adventure. Instead, the narrative lets him actually explore the way he fits into a life of piracy, in an almost sensible way - the persona of The Gentleman Pirate is absolutely ridiculous and still doesn't remotely fit the concept of the life he's chosen, and the way he tried to actualize that persona just put him and his crew in danger, BUT the narrative still shows it in a way that makes it seem original, unique and fascinating, even if it's still out of touch with reality. And THAT'S where we get to Ed!

Ed is a really interesting way to break the Don Quixote trope for Stede, and essentially shift the whole story into a different genre - now, instead of it being purely about Stede trying to understand piracy through his twisted conception of reality, it adds the Entire Other Element of Ed's story, and his involvement with Stede. Ed doesn't fit into any side-character trope in the general template of Don Quixote, and so he basically breaks Stede out of the story he was in. There's a whole other essay to be written about the parallels between Ed and Stede and the way they inverted those parallels as they went along, but the point is - the focus shifts to those parallels in a way that takes the focus off of Stede's Don Quixoteness and his lack of touch with reality. If we take as an example the way Stede didn't know how to live as a pirate, Ed literally shows him! Not to mention how Ed brings in a whole new way of being a pirate, with an undertone of insanity and an emphasis on the desire for the fun and adventures of the lifestyle, which ties into how he sees all of Stede's weird approach to piracy as fascinating and original. Don Quixote had to recognize his aspirations of being a knight to be delusions, but through Ed, Stede gets to continue his story as a story about him actually adapting to the life of a pirate, rather than turning back. That's exactly what we saw in that shot in the final episode of the season, with Stede sailing away - his attempt to come back to his home was WRONG, and he instead needed to continue his life at sea, as a changed man. Unlike Don Quixote, who's ideas about knighthood made him ill and eventually killed him (if I remember correctly? Basically the lack of sleep, lack of food, his attempts to live up to the clichés of being a knight), and on his deathbed realized that his conception of reality was wrong, Stede instead realized that the life he made for himself, despite the unusual way he has to live it, is in fact the right path for him.

Aside from the actual way Ed taught Stede to be a pirate, their love story plays such a big part in this as it is - unlike Don Quixote, who's love was also a part of the knight act, and at the end didn't actually get romantically involved with her (I think???????), Stede's love to Ed is a big part of the driving force behind his eventual decision to return to the sea. And even beyond the layers of him being a closeted gay man in the 18th century, and how it paints in a different light his disconnection to his family and the rest of his normal life, it is also the biggest inversion to his story as a Don Quixote. It's a genuine and heartfelt storyline, without the usual parodic tone of the show, and in that way it's the final breaking point of the ridiculousness of Stede's approach to life at sea - the gradual, building romantic tension hints at the way the story will eventually accept Stede's strangeness as a good part of his character, rather than the dangerous, laughable and pitiful force that drove the story until that point; after that, the absolute acceptance of the love story as a love story by the narrative was what allowed Stede to finally escape the image of a delusional Don Quixote, and instead fully be a character who's quirks are just part of the many layers and traits he has - it's the finishing part of the transition from the caricaturistic image of Stede that was established during the early episodes, into a complex, layered character. OKAY I REALLY NEEDED TO GET ALL THAT OUT, THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #edward teach #blackbeard #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #don quixote #don quijote de la mancha #don quichotte #how many ways is that mans name spelled jfc #i have been planning this post for like two months #like since i studied for my literature final (which included don quixote....) about two months ago #and now the schoolyear is finally OVER #so i finally wrote this #u r welcome. or smth

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anouri · 2 years

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⭐️⭐️⭐️ just anything really

(director's cut ask game!)

alright, for this i suppose i'll talk about an overarching theme in all of my writing that i hadn't realized i had been doing until like a month ago: i'm obsessed with having whoever is narrating notice another character's flaws and appreciating them, rather than loving others in spite of their flaws. this includes both personality & physical flaws; i just love having the characters find each other's flaws endearing/attractive/overall positive. (flaws are defined here as things that i grew up being implicitly told were undesirable, like wrinkles, scars, personality 'quirks', etc -- i do realize that different cultures regard these things differently)

in chapter 8 of l'éphémère i even explicitly state (via james' POV):

Revering something because of its flaws rather than in spite of them is the most authentic expression of veneration.

i just think there's something so... important and powerful about going against what society tells you is a defect, problem, or weakness, and deciding to adore it instead. i hadn't even consciously realized this until recently, but i even keep the 'flaws' that each character finds endearing kind of consistent throughout all my fics? (like reg tends to find james' laugh lines & crow's feet when he smiles and his wild hair endearing, james thinks reg's fidgeting with his jumpers & his general inability to take sincere compliments adorable, etc etc etc)

i think if media did this more often and more casually, we as a society would have a lot fewer insecurities. but y'know, i can't control all media that exists, ergo i simply have to incorporate the theme in my fics and that has to be good enough for me i guess lol

so, i suppose i'll end this with some examples... here we go!! in chapter 8 of l'éphémère, james thinking about regulus:

...but the flaws are intentionally crafted, a stylistic choice by the universe itself. Regulus is the nonpareil of flawed flawlessness. It’s a shame he tries so hard to hide it.

ch 23 of l'éphémère, regulus about james:

It’s hard to see in the dark room, but he doesn’t need to see it, for he’s memorised every line and curve, every endearing flaw and perfection that composes James’ face.

book one: chapter four of working for the knife, regulus daydreaming about james:

...and James must’ve grinned, that stupid, lopsided grin where his dimples pop and the corners of his eyes crinkle.

book one: chapter seven of wftk, the very moment before he invites james over for the first time, the last thing he thinks about is james' frizzy hair lol:

Tilting his head, Regulus regards the temporary antidote for a moment, its prominent dimples, perpetually smiling eyes, and previously unruly hair that has grown even more endearingly frizzy due to the humidity—and Regulus feels a bit as though his skin is buzzing, and he can’t discern whether it’s due to the caffeine, his abrupt realisation, or simply James himself.

and in chapter 18 of l'éphémère, james might as well be cooing @ reg looking a hot mess first thing in the morning:

(The scowl is very ineffective at doing whatever it is that Regulus intends it to do, and this failure was manufactured by a multitude of reasons: firstly, Regulus’ curls have seemingly gained sentience during his slumber, for some tufts have more or less decided to defy gravity to social distance themselves from the rest, whilst other wisps are flattened comically against his head; secondly, he’s wearing James’ jumper and it’s swallowing him whole, and he really can’t glower at James successfully when he’s willingly in James’ clothing, can he?; thirdly, Regulus has an imprint on one reddened cheek, likely from a wrinkle on either his pillow or his sheet—James has to fight not to laugh at the sight; and lastly, even though his lips are frowning, his eyes are refusing to throw the daggers they are likely armed with—instead, they’re soft, and, dare he say it, fond. It’s all adorable, really, James thinks. And perceiving it as winsome means that Regulus’ efforts are nothing but futile.)

and this concept doesn't have to be romantic in nature!! it doesn't even need to be between people who even get on with one another; for example, regulus says this about peter's rosacea in book one: chapter four of working for the knife, and at this point of the story he's wary of peter/not comfortable with him at all:

...his face is flushed underneath his freckles, the red of his face almost flattering, as if his skin has strategically applied permanent blusher on his cheeks.

and then reg seeing remus, who he also isn't comfortable or friendly with at this point in working for the knife:

Somehow, the scars make him look all the more striking (is he allowed to think that?), and he can’t help but acknowledge that he can understand what his brother sees in him, at least superficially.

anyway, i'll stop now because i could go on forever hahaha < 3

#ask game #anouri answers asks #a decomposing dump of my thoughts #fic: working for the knife #fic: l’éphémère (the ephemeral)

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Regarding the video game ask game:

4, 9, 13, 14, 17, 28

To This Ask

4: Worst Game You’ve Ever Played?

This one is tricky. And potentially a controversial question.

I could go with the game that has made me feel the worst while playing it, which is FTL: Faster Than Light or maybe Long Live The Queen. But I know both of those games have their fans, just that neither of them are for me.

I could go with the game I’ve played that is the most poorly designed, such as Farenheit: Indigo Prophecy. God, what a train wreck of a game. Everyone should play it because of how stupid it is.

Or I could with a game that started interestingly, I loved it, and devolved over time further and further into Gacha Trash, like Brave Frontier. But truthfully, the same can be said of most mobile games these days. I’m too familir with the lifecycle of microtransactions. Plus I feel like saying any mobile game is cheating.

No, instead I think I am going to go with something that has actually deeply affected me, more than any of those did. League of Legends. To start with, I will say, MOBAs just aren’t for me. I’m not a very competetive person by nature, and MOBAs are such a poor genre of game to do anything but compete.

The community is genuinely awful, but also inherently unavoidable by the nature of the game.

And then there’s Riot’s obsession with copaganda and general lack of care for their own characters and story.

League’s lore is interesting, I’ll give it that. But the lens through which it’s displayed and the medium of the game itself just brings everything down. League is just such a depressing mess for me, I really can’t believe I forced myself to play it as much as I did.

9: A game you turn your volume off every time you play it?

What? None of them, who does this? Sound design is so important to the experience, what??

13: A Game You Were the Most Excited For When it Wasn’t Released Yet?

You know, it’s funny. But aside from a few specific cases, I don’t usually get excited for games before I get the chance to play them. However, I have two, for two different reasons:

The first is Yume Nikki: Dream Diary, the 3D re-imagining of Yume Nikki. I was at first very exited to see the worlds of Yume Nikki professionally rendered in 3D, and explore what might be new to the game. However, when the game came out and I played it, I was very dissappointed to learn that they reduced the exploration-heavy gameplay to a handful of linear pathways, and some of the most interesting uncomfortable moments into just… Jumpscares. It was dissappointing.

The other, is BlazBlue: Chronophantasma. This one for less dissappointing reasons. I was very hyped to continue the story after Continuum Shift. But when Chronophantasma came out, I just didn’t have the money for it, and didn’t have a console that would run it. So I waited for it to come to Steam, and then forgot it existed. However, by that time, Central Fiction, the game after Chronophantasma, came out and ArcSys refused to dub it, despite everyone wanting a dub. I was a little annoyed about that, so I waited until they were on sale to get either.

14: A Game You Think Would Be Cool If It Had Voice Acting?

A lot of games I play already do, or they make the deliberate choice to not have voice acting for one reason or another.

So for this I’m going with Valkie 64. The game is clearly going after some Ocarina of Time vibes, but it’s a little unpolished, a little rough around the edges. I think adding voice acting would make it a lot more endearing, would make it easier to care about Valkie and the characters of the world.

17: What Game Do You Never Tell People You Play?

Why would you ask that? I’ll never tell.

28: Which Character’s Clothes Do You Wish You Owned the Most?

Neku Sakuraba from The World Ends With You. Kid’s got mad style and if I could find a hoodie that had a high collar like that, I would wear it a lot.

#Ask Games #Video Games #Dudemaster47

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Living with Losing You - 10/23/2022

100 days. How?

This is not what I wanted when I had said I wanted to make it until 100. I cannot believe today is the 100th day since you took your life. Wild.

I went to church today, the service was good. What I really appreciate is that this church answers questions at the end of the service that people submit during the sermon. I feel like it takes a genuine and honest approach to do this. I met up with a buddy that I had made at that first bonfire that I went to, and then talked with a couple other people that I knew and met new people too. I am excited about this community, and feel so grateful that I found Grace / Grace found me!

After church I ran and got a salad and some bundt cakes for lunch. I bought some for a couple of friends and family. Doing fun things like that always makes me feel better. Doing this for people (Acts of service) is my love language for sure! Then I went from there to pick up Sadie since I had dropped her off at Mary’s the day before. We got back home super late last night, so I wanted to sleep in / rest before church and figured I would just get her afterward. She is so cute, and always excited to see me. The feeling is mutual.

After I picked up Sadie I went home, ate, watched a stand up special and Nailed It, then took a nap. I am honestly forgetting what day it was, but I was watching stand up and Nick Kroll (one of your faves) was making a joke towards guys that think they’re “so cool” and he kept saying Jake. It was really funny. Anyway, once I was done eating, the food coma hit. I ended up taking a nap. It as much needed. True story, when I woke up this morning, it hurt to stand my body ached so much. It’s how you know you’re getting old. #thestruggleisreal

My dad told me Logan’s soccer game was at 4:00pm, so I quickly got ready to go to that. I arrived to find that no one was there, parents wise. The kiddos were just practicing / warming up. I called my dad and asked where he was and he said Goodwill up the road. When I asked him when the game was he said between 3:45pm-4:45pm. What does that even mean (LOL). I found out the game was actually 4:45pm, so I met up with him and Heather at the Goodwill. I hadn’t seen them in over 3 weeks, so it was nice to see them. Found some good deals and then we caught up at the game itself. Logan’s team plated super well and they ended up winning which was good. It makes me feel better to watch Lo play sports because it makes me realize that clumsy runs in the genes. I compare myself to a freshly new born giraffe trying to walk as my daily, and honestly that is Lo too. I feel like I’m extremely uncoordinated, but I am cute so it makes up for it (in an adorable / endearing way).

Anyway, after the game I told Marissa I would grab dinner with her. We ended up getting Mexican food, which I had not had in a hot minute. It really hit the spot! I drove, and she came over and ate it at my place. While she was here, some stupid guy that she had been talking to (and has been gaslighting her, for real) decided to just be an ass for really no reason. She was pretty upset, so in an effort to cheer her up, I tried to log into your YouTube on your TV to show her that ending scene of “What Happens in Vegas”. 11/10 recommend that scene. Once I opened your YouTube, I realized that there was a recent search on there that I had not seen before. But, it wasn’t toward the top. I only know what you had searched because when you took your life, I was looking for any answer. I can say that I never remembered seeing this song there. Te song is called “Softly, I leave you” and it was the Frank Sinatra song. If you are curious as to what the lyrics are, the song essentially goes:

“Softly I will leave you softly For my heart would break if you should wake and see me go So I leave you softly long before you miss me Long before your arms can beg me to stay For one more hour or one more day After all the years I can't bear the tears to fall so Softly, as I leave you there“

Naturally I felt very weird about it, all things considered. It honestly made me a bit sad. I just miss you so much. It’s been hard to navigate. You were my go to and my peace. Sometimes my chaos. The calm before the storm and the storm. But, I’d take it all again.

Love you, butthead.

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

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booksandwords · 2 years

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Radio Sass by T.L. Reeve & Michelle Ryan

Series: TSU After Dark #1/ Sassy Ever After Read time: 1 Day Rating: 3/5

The quote: “Look, I’m going to be that dick for a minute. You have been living the life your grandmother wanted you to have, whatever her reason might be. Have you stop to consider why you’re here? I don’t mean because it’s a great school either.” — Taichi Goto

I have one word to describe my feels about Radio Sass conflicted.

The men are hot, the smut is hot, Natasha is a relatable protagonist but it's half baked on the framing and has some serious flaws on the consent. I cannot abide by flaws in consent in polyandry and reverse harem. While it is dubcon not noncon, Natasha is fine with what happens to her, she had no idea the consequences of the whole moment. The fact that Keiji had to ask the next morning is confirmation that no one asked if she was okay with 1, the sex going that rough and 2, Tanchi bonding with her. To me these genre/s should be about female strength and empowerment this fails on that. At least to me.

The main four characters are Natasha Nemescu, Keiji Nomura, Taichi Goto and Maël Darius. Natasha is a Romanian-American human damphir (half-human, half-vampire), Keiji and Taichi are demons of Japanese decent and Maël a vampire of Balkan descent. It's worth noting that Keiji and Taichi use Japanese endearments and phrases occasionally without explanations. Particularly "“Amaimono no tame no amaimono.” He bowed low, then produced a piece of candy out of thin air. “Anata no tame ni watashi no kawaī hachidori.”" this is said at a pivotal point in a way, it's in front of a crowd, in a way he's claiming her. As both Keiji and his demon form, the Red Demon. According to Google translate it translates as "Sweet things for sweet things" and "For you my sweet hummingbird". Hachidori or Hummingbird is never translated and is Keiji's personal nickname for Natasha. Maël's is Princess, both a nickname and an honorific (she's a queen if you don't mind). Taichi really doesn't use one only really kawaī. I have a whole lot of other issues with that whole exchange. Taichi explains the meaning to her, it's patronising and disrespectful to the knowledge Natasha should have as an anime fan (subculture knowledge). The plot such as it is about Natasha coming into who she is and accepting her relationship. But it's shaky, there is clearly lore there that is transposed from the main series that hasn't come across properly. The framing for the relationship itself falls apart about a chapter in, it's a focus on how they meet while promising to be more.

As usual I have a favourite man, easily. Taichi. Taichi is linguistically odd in a way. His demon form defaults to Japanese (again whole other set of issues), but then he goes even quieter. He's the techy nerdy one. With a sense of inner peace, sweet intelligence, control and a serious flirtatious side. He's so intense. While being semi submissive to Kaiji in particular, the use of shujin (master but I think in a sexual specific context) was a fantastic choice. And I have a thing for Japanese men (maybe who knows my head is an odd place). He reminds me in a bizarre way of Tenchi from Pleasured by her Guardsmen, it's the intensity.

But I do like that it doesn't back off on the guys. The first time we see sexual it's between two of the guys, Keiji and Taichi. They have a brilliant relationship, both sexual and symbiotic relationship well before they meet Natasha. Keiji uses Taichi as an outlet of a form and enjoys nothing more than watching them put together Tanchi fall apart under him. Having that play is brilliant, it's something that a lot of books back off on letting happen, having the guys play and touch each other our pleasure and enjoyment. And in Radio Sass it largely feels natural.

As a stupid side issue that really did annoy me by the end. The spacing on the kindle version is all over the place. Like print version page gaps haven't been properly removed. There are designed markers for a switch in perspective and the passing of time but I've seen these gaps mark time skip. I'm going to be honest I was a tad confused at first.

2nd quote: He wasn’t her type normally, but both he and Keiji were delicious. Hussy. — Natasha Nemescu (I feel this quote, except they are my type)

#t.l. reeve #michelle ryan #tsu after dark #sassy ever after #reverse harem #book review #read 2021 #ktreviews #tw dubcon #booklr

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Anyway, Peter Parker is Bi, and I Won’t Be Convinced Otherwise.

Firstly, we have to get our bases covered. What exactly is Bi-sexuality? What is sexuality?

Sexuality is defined as a persons identity in relation to gender(s) they are attracted to. Why is this important? Peter’s sexuality has never been specifically stated in the comics, nor in any other form of media. It’s assumed that he is straight because of his popular relationship with Mary Jane Watson in the comics, and the movies.

Now that we have a bases for what exactly sexuality is and how it’s defined, let’s go over Peter’s partners.

Obviously Peter and Mary Jane are a piece of comic book history. They eventually get married, though sadly, during the events of Civil War II (I think, don’t quote me) Peter and Mary Jane sell their marriage to Mephisto in order to save Aunt May

They later had their memories of their marriage restored, they have yet to get back together and it’s been a few issues if I remember correctly. Next we have Peter’s first, and most unfortunate love, Gwen Stacy.

They dated in high school where she later died. Of course, Peter has dated other people (namely, Black Cat, Betty Brant, Carol Danvers, Anna Maria, Cindy Moon, Lian Tang, and so on). Since we have his known history of heterosexuality out there, we need to move onto another important part of Peter’s Bi-sexuality. An important implication in any media, especially queer media though, and that is the homoerotic subtext.

Homoerotic subtext is important part of queer culture, a lot of the time it’s used to portray a characters queerness without saying it out (see: Dorian Gray by Oscar Wild or Great Gatsby By Fitz). In current decade, homoerotic subtext is often used for queer baiting or creating more realistic male friendships.

So what’s the difference between someone creating a health male friendship (or a character comfortable in their heterosexuality) and implying a character is queer?

Here are some examples of a healthy male character, both with himself and his friendships.

Clearly he’s just taking the shit, and messing around with Reed. He’s comfortable enough (or as I like to see it, so traumatized because good god this guy has been Spider-Man since he was 15 good god that’s awful. He probably doesn’t care anymore). Here are some examples of Peter a little more than just a straight man shooting the shit.

This has three meanings. Two of which I will take, one of which is just deeply embarrassing. Despite Peter’s history with humiliating events, I don’t think he would get his own spunk in his eyes. Leaving the other two options, he has experience getting spunk of - some kind - in his eyes, and/or he’s taking the shit again. Which is very likely.

Kissing a cop? For....no reason? A little not so hetero of you Peter.

You can practically hear his disappointment in his voice. Also could be read as taking the shit, but why would you.

Making out with The Thing? Gay.

This one is the most important. Peter is clearly tired, annoyed by his teammates (see wolverine being wolverine in the corner). Shits on fire, its mid battle, and Peter has the audacity to mutter “I hate men” to himself. The only people I have every heard say this in that was are lgbt and straight women, and lgbt men. This kind of expression only comes from people who date, or deal with men in a completely different world than straight men. Straight men use this phrase as an endearment, “Oh have you seen Bill today, I hate that guy.” “Man Jerry can do so many push-ups, I hate that guy.” Very different language, and implications (I also, obviously don’t know how straight men speak).

Now that we’ve gone over our bases, and homoerotic subtext. How else could we gather that Peter Parker is Bi? There are many tropes in media - queer media - that allure to a characters queerness. Like homoerotic subtext, there are ways to tell an audience something without specifically saying it.

This is a gay wedding Peter went to in the recent comics. I don’t know if any of you have been to a gay wedding recently, but Peters face (the first panel above the wedding) is the same exact face I made at my first gay wedding. It’s the face of excitement for not only the couple, but for yourself. The hope that maybe, you too can actually be in a same-sex relationship.

I’m also going to allure to queer tropes as stated previously. Such as the real, and fictional trope of lgbt people sticking together. Thousands of years of belittlement and oppression will make groups of people not want to wonder out, and subconsciously look for others like them.

Johnny Storm (and Wade Wilson since he comes in later but I couldn’t find a picture of the confirmation) is cannon Bi-sexual (Pan-sexual).

Their friendship is deeply homoerotic as most queer friendships in media and real life are. Johnny flirts with Peter on many occasions (saying his ideal women is a female version of Peter, inviting him over to watch is sex tape, and so on) and of course oh my god they were roommates.

Some other popular queer tropes are: Found Family, Soulmates, and Enemies to lovers. Because it’s superhero related, this includes the Identity Porn tag as well.

Peter Parker and Wade Wilson have a famous Love/Hate relationship. I mean, how could you expect anything less when your first meeting with this known mercenary is him throwing your civilian persona out the window of a car. Now, Wade still doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man in the current run of comics, but that doesn’t make anything about them any less gay.

For the Found Family Trope:

Because it’s Peter and Wade, their whole development can be read as Enemies to Friends to Lovers, so I wont bother backing that up because, uh, it speaks for itself. One panel really does to add that cause though

I’m not going to explain what a free-pass list is.

The Soulmates part I know I have to back up.

For SoulMates:

Now this panel requires a little explanation. Wade kills Peter, not knowing he’s Spider-Man. Weasel takes over for Peter (they don’t know its him) so no one suspects he’s dead. Deadpool begins to feel guilty he killed his best buds best bud, so he tries to bring Peter back to life. Losing his stunning good looks (switching back to how he looked before Weapon X making his wife Shiklah estranged (then she married Dracula but thats beside the point)). Spider-Man is Peter’s “true self” or patronus for Harry Potter fans. Wade is stupid and hasn’t connected the dots yet, effectively making him the biggest simp in history. Seriously, who destroys their marriage for the c h a n c e for getting some with their idol? A Simp, that’s who.

Peter forgives Wade for killing him (and for saving him from killing their genetic daughter itsy-bitsy). If someone killed me they better be hot as fuck before I even thing about forgiving them. Ignoring Peter’s super sexy forgiving nature, uh, he’s kinda simping.

Died in each others arms. Nothing else is needed.

They’re heartmates. From what I read, the feeling has to be mutual in order for it to work. The witches (long story, comics are hard to explain) that captured deadpool were expecting his wife so they could get the headmistress back. Instead, they got Peter. Basically Heartmates = soulmates but chosen for you instead of chosen by you.

To conclude my point:

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

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helloalycia · 3 years

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my patient’s neighbour [two] // wanda maximoff

summary: as you spend more time with your patient's neighbour, you come to realise that your crush may be getting too much

warning/s: none, just fluff tbh

author's note: i’m so glad you guys enjoyed the first part! here’s the next bit :)

When Sunday rolled around, I did everything in my power to make it the perfect day for Anna. We went out for breakfast at a café around the corner, a stroll around the park, then I made her lunch before she conked out afterwards, napping in her bedroom. I took that as my chance to decorate the living-area with birthday decorations. Nothing too much as I knew she'd kill me if I went overboard, but little things like a banner, some balloons and streamers.

I told Wanda to come at this time, too, and she showed up with a bag of groceries and a pretty smile on her face.

"Here, let me help," I said, already moving to take the bag off her. "How are you?"

"I'm good," she said, closing the door behind her and following me into the kitchen. Her smile widened when she saw the decorations. "Y/N, this is lovely! Anna is going to love it!"

"You think?" I asked, spinning around and doing a once over of the living-area. "It's not too much? I know she'll hate if I do too much."

"It's just the right amount," Wanda reassured, glancing at me. "How has she been today?"

We both began to unpack the groceries as we talked.

"Really good actually," I said with a nod. "I treated her to breakfast at that café she likes. We went to the park, fed the ducks, had a nice stroll. Then I made her some lunch and she's napping which leaves us the perfect time to crack on with dinner."

Wanda chuckled. "Great." She paused, making me look to her to see her smile fading. Nervously, she asked, "Did her granddaughter call?"

I sighed quietly and Wanda seemed to know what that meant without me saying anything further.

"It's okay, we'll just have to make this the best meal ever," she said, not letting it get to her.

"We will," I agreed, before looking to the food on the table. "So, chef. Where do we start?"

Wanda and I spent the next hour prepping dinner, a beef stew called Solyanka, as it would require two hours to cook on the stove so we were starting early to make sure it would be ready in time.

I was chopping some onions as she prepared the beef, but I couldn't help myself from glancing at her every two seconds, still filled with concern because of her cast and minor injuries.

"You should take a picture, it'll last longer," she said teasingly, making me look up to see her watching me with a stifled smile.

"Sorry," I mumbled, shaking my head and looking back to my chopping board.

"What's wrong?" she asked gently.

I chewed on my lip as I glanced at her wrist again, before meeting her gaze. "How did it happen?"

"I already told you," she reminded me playfully, trying to lighten the mood, but I was still fretful. "It happened on a mission."

"Yeah, but how?" I asked again, hoping she understood what I meant.

She seemed reluctant to share, face scrunching up with thought, before looking down to her own chopping board. I thought she wouldn't tell me, but then she spoke.

"I can't tell you too much," she started, shrugging, "since it was a confidential mission. But basically, I was undercover when my target recognised me and we got into a fight."

Watching her with the utmost attention, I nodded, imagining it in my head.

"It wasn't difficult or anything, but it surprised me, y'know?" She looked to me with a smile, as if trying to make it sound less scarier than it was. "The guy, the target, he managed to get in few good hits. And he sprained my wrist. But it's alright."

I wasn't as amused as she was, wincing at the thought of her being in a fight. "Are you sure you're alright?"

She tilted her head knowingly. "I'm sure, Y/N. It's my job."

Shaking my head, I looked back down to my chopping board and continued chopping the onion. "I don't know how you can do that as a job..."

"Well, it's rewarding," she said like it was obvious. "Why do you spend most of your week caring for the elderly?"

"It's rewarding," I said without hesitation, before realising what she'd done and looking her way.

She was smiling cockily, making me roll my eyes and laugh.

"Okay, I see your point," I gave in. "But still. It's a dangerous job what you do. Just be careful, yeah?"

"Always am," she promised. And I wanted to believe her, but the cast on her wrist said otherwise.

—

"It smells like home, devochki, spasibo (girls, thank you)," Anna said from her place at the table. "Are you sure you don't want me to help?"

"We're sure, Anna," Wanda called back to her. "I'm just putting the food into a serving bowl and Y/N is grabbing some glasses. You sit and wait like the patient woman I know you are."

Anna mumbled something in Russian which I didn't understand, but it seemed to make Wanda chuckle as she rolled her eyes.

It was finally time for dinner and the stew had turned out beautifully, not that I had doubts since Wanda didn't seem like one to kid around with cooking.

As she was readying it for the table, I was setting everything up and all that was left were the glasses. But, of course (and oddly enough, since Anna was shorter than I), they were stored on the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard and just out of my reach.

In hindsight, I probably could have grabbed a stool and stood on it, but I was too lazy, so I went on my tip-toes and stretched with all my might. The tips of my fingers brushed against a glass and I attempted to move it towards me, unable to see if I was actually doing anything since it was too high. After a couple of tries, I managed to bring it forward, but my stupid self flicked it too hard and it came tumbling off the shelf and towards the counter.

I braced myself for the sound of glass smashing, but instead, a wondrous red energy wrapped itself around the glass and kept it suspended mid-fall.

"Very clever," Wanda said sarcastically, appearing directly beside me. Her accent was daringly teasing.

I looked up and saw her smirking at me with amusement, right hand raised and aimed at the glass. Red tendrils of energy glowed around her hand and the glass; I widened my eyes a little, amazed at how easy she made it look. Though I knew she had powers, I'd never actually seen her use them up close and personal. It was stunning.

"I totally knew you were going to do that," I played it cool, cheeks flushing as she set the glass on the counter.

"Mhm, sure you did," she played along with a melodious laugh, before pressing her front to my back without warning and reaching to grab two more glasses. "Here, I got it."

My body tensed at the feeling of her unexpectedly so close to me. My mouth went dry, her warmth emanating from her and washing over me with the scent of her perfume. Did she always smell so good?

When she grabbed all three glasses, she didn't seem to notice the effect she had on me (unless she did and kept quiet for her own amusement).

"Think you can grab the food without dropping it?" she asked, quirking an entertained brow.

Still distracted by her perfume, I nodded and cleared my throat. "Food. Right. Yeah."

As I stirred the stew to mix everything thoroughly, I felt my heart rate return to its normal pace and told myself to chill out. Wanda just happened to be an extremely pretty individual who was kind and thoughtful and funny. It wasn't a big deal.

When I was sure I wouldn't make a fool of myself, I returned to the dining table with a pot of stew and set it down on the placemat.

"Priyatnogo appetita (enjoy your meal)," I said, trying not to stumble over my pronunciation.

Both Anna and Wanda raised their brows with matching surprised smiles on their faces.

"You said that perfectly, Y/N!" Wanda said encouragingly, as I took a seat to the right of Anna at the head of the table.

"I see you've been practicing," Anna added, looking to me with an endearing gaze. "A present in itself. Thank you, milaya (sweetie)."

I smiled bashfully. "I have to keep up with you both somehow, right?"

Anna chuckled as Wanda gave me a brilliant smile. Something in my chest stirred as she did, and I was forced to look away, though my own smile didn't fade.

"So, Y/N and I put this together for you and I'm sure you'll know what it is," Wanda said, before serving up a bowl for Anna.

"Solyanka," Anna exclaimed with delight. "Devushki (girls), this looks and smells amazing." She paused, glancing between us both with a grateful smile. "Since you've both been here, this place... it's beginning to feel alive again."

To my surprise, she teared up and began to laugh, using her napkin to pat the corner of her eyes. I rested my hand on hers, squeezing it gently and giving her a small smile.

"I appreciate this very much," she continued, before squeezing my hand and letting go to grab her spoon. "I can't wait to try it."

The three of us dug into our stew and Anna loved it, talking about the first time she ever had it as a kid and how it was one of her favourite dishes. The rest of the meal went by wonderfully, with Anna looking as happy as ever and Wanda listening to her intently. I was listening, too, but my gaze did end up wandering to Wanda as she sat there animatedly, nodding along and smiling to Anna.

For some reason, she was ethereal tonight, though she looked like she always did. Her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail and she wore a loose tee shirt over some jeans. Nothing fancy, but she pulled it off so well. Rings adorned her fingers as she played with them thoughtlessly, and it caught my eye before I got distracted by her cast on her left wrist.

She'd said she was okay, but it still worried me. It wasn't my right to worry, but she was my friend. I was concerned. She could take care of herself, but that wouldn't put the ache in my heart at ease.

As if she could hear my concerns, her eyes flickered to mine, a kaleidoscope of blue, green and gold. She sent me a reassuring glance before looking back to Anna with focus. I chewed on my lower lip, trying not to let my worry get the best of me, before looking back to Anna.

Towards the end of the meal, after we'd eaten and were merely conversing, Anna's landline rang in the apartment.

"I'll get it," Wanda said, already standing up to grab the phone from its cradle.

Anna and I watched as she answered the phone with a friendly 'hello', before a surprised expression appeared on her face.

"Sure, I'll pass it on now," Wanda was saying before approaching the table and stopping by Anna. Her expression softened as she said to Anna, "It's Sasha."

Anna's expression fell at the mention of her granddaughter. She nodded slightly, before standing up and grabbing her cane to balance. Accepting the phone, she began to walk away into her bedroom. Wanda and I heard her say a faint 'hello' before she closed the door behind her.

"Her granddaughter rang?" I asked with mild disbelief.

"It is her birthday," Wanda pointed out, returning to her seat.

"Bit late into the day though, isn't it?" I retorted, pulling a face. "Almost like the day is over, in fact."

"Sounding a little judgemental there, Y/N," Wanda teased, leaning forward into the palm of her hands and watching me.

"I'm not," I said with an eye roll. "I just think she should show her grandmother some respect. Who does she think she is?"

I paused as Wanda gave me a knowing look, then winced.

"Okay, I heard it that time," I admitted, making her laugh.

"I get it," she said, nodding slightly. "Maybe she's finally starting to realise though."

I sighed, leaning back in my seat. "I guess... For Anna's sake, I hope so."

Wanda and I talked amongst ourselves until Anna returned silently, hushing our conversation. She returned the phone to its cradle before taking a seat at the head of the table. Wanda and I exchanged looks before I decided to speak, noticing Anna wouldn't.

"Is Sasha doing okay?" I asked gently.

Anna was staring ahead, barely listening, before she glanced at me then looked down to her empty bowl. Sentences left her lips in Russian, mumbled and incoherent, at least to me. Wanda leaned forward, holding her hand and frowning with sympathy as she listened to her words. I felt horrible, sensing something was wrong, but unable to do anything to help.

"I'm sorry, Anna, I didn't mean to upset you," I said, shaking my head.

Wanda met my gaze. "It's not your fault... Anna just misses Sasha."

I frowned. "Oh."

"But I'm glad I have you both," Anna finally spoke, accent thick with emotion, as she looked between us before settling her eyes to me. "Even if you're paid to be here."

She cracked a smile, making my shoulders relax. I returned her expression, glad she still had a sense of humour.

Anna didn't mention Sasha's name for the rest of the evening. We cleaned up, had some tea, played a quick board game before I made sure she was okay for the night.

"She alright?" Wanda asked when I closed Anna's bedroom door and stepped into the hall.

"Yeah, she's tired from all of today's excitement," I said with a smile.

"So are you by the sounds of it," she joked, but stepped forward to rest a hand on my arm. "I think we should call it a night."

"I think we should," I said in agreement.

After grabbing my stuff, Wanda and I left the flat before walking to her apartment and stopping outside.

"Thanks for helping me out today," I told her with a tired smile. "I really appreciated it."

"Well, you asked so nicely... how could I resist?" she said, staring up at me through her eyelashes. I rolled my eyes playfully, making her smile. "I had fun. Thanks for inviting me."

I was going to respond, but a yawn escaped my lips, prompting me to cover my mouth as I did.

"Sorry," I said, trying to blink the fatigue away momentarily.

She chuckled, tilting her head and watching me carefully. "You're cute."

I breathed out through my nose, unsure what to say to her words, but I definitely felt my heart rate speed up a little.

"I'll let you go," she said, clearly entertained by my silence. "Get home safe, yeah?"

"And you look after yourself when saving the world, yeah?" I replied with a quirked brow, eyes glancing at her wrist.

"I promise." She grinned before moving forward to hug me.

I returned the hug, the smell of her perfume permanent in my nose by now, before pulling away with a final smile. Of course, I probably shouldn't have stared at her lips so intensely, wanting nothing more than to kiss them.

"See you tomorrow," I said, snapping back into reality and taking a step back. "Goodnight, Wanda."

"Goodnight," she said sweetly.

I turned to leave and was suddenly wide awake. Did I just think about kissing Wanda?

—

It was a few visits later when I was caring for Anna and she decided to have a dance around the living room. One minute we were flicking through different radio stations, and the next she was putting on some old records on her record player. She settled on an upbeat, 50s dance song, the music filling the apartment with joy.

"Egor and I danced to this very song when we first met," she told me, talking about her late husband with a twinkling passion in her eyes. "It was a party and he had been staring at me all night, and I him. Then finally, when this song came on, he approached me and said, 'dorogaya, okazyvayesh' mne chest' tantsevat' so mnoy?'"

I suppressed a smile as I watched her reminisce. "And that means...?"

"'Darling, would you do me the honour of dancing with me'?" she repeated in English for my benefit.

My heart melted. "Anna, that's adorable. He sounds like such a gentlemen."

"He was," she said with a sigh of agreement, smiling to herself.

Whenever she talked about her husband, I'd never seen her look more content. The mere mention of his name was enough to put a smile on her face. I could only hope to have a love like theirs some day.

I stepped forward, putting out my hand. "I'm no Egor, but I'd love to dance with you if you'd let me."

"Oh, I can't do that," she said, waving my hand away. "I can barely walk, milaya (sweetie)."

"Hey, as your carer, I am insisting that you dance with me," I said, feigning sternness.

She hesitated, before resting her hand in mine and smiling with gratitude. The two of us danced together, myself being careful to keep her upright and make sure she didn't overexert herself. She was smiling and laughing as I spun her around, dancing her all around the living room, and it warmed my heart to see her so cheery.

A knock on the door caused me to excuse myself from Anna, only to find Wanda on the other end.

"Someone's in a good mood," she said instantly, taking note of my smile.

I stepped to the side to let her in. "Yeah, well, Anna is doing good today. It's contagious, what can I say?"

Before Wanda could respond, Anna called from the living-area with excitement.

"Wanda, idi syuda i potantsuy so mnoy!" she exclaimed, already grabbing Wanda's hand and pulling her in.

It didn't take a genius to know that Anna had basically asked Wanda to dance with her. I chuckled as I followed after them, enjoying the sight of Anna and Wanda dancing together.

"What's the occasion?" Wanda asked, glancing over the short woman and to me with a helpless smile.

"No occasion," I quipped, crossing my arms and trying to hold in my laughter at Anna's speed and perseverance with a reluctant Wanda. "Just having a good time."

Wanda looked like she wanted to retort with a comment, but Anna spun her around before she could, making me laugh aloud.

"Prikhodi odin, milaya (come on, sweetie)!" Anna said, holding out a hand. "Dance!"

Unable to resist, I joined in with the two Sokovian women, appreciating how happy Anna looked and how awkward Wanda felt in the situation. She wasn't much of a dancer, but she was trying and God was that adorable.

We danced for a little while longer until Anna's back began to hurt and she took a seat. Though, she insisted that Wanda and I resume with our dancing.

Just on time, like a sign from the universe or a higher being or whatever you wanted to believe in, a slow song came on next, filling the apartment soothingly.

To my surprise, the awkward dancer that was Wanda was oddly confident as she held out her hand to me.

"Would you do me the honour of dancing with me?" she asked softly, a small smile playing on her lips.

At the familiarity of her words, I glanced to Anna, who seemed to pick up on it, too. She said nothing as she watched us with a smile of her own.

"I'd love to," I said, looking back to Wanda's eyes.

They looked blue in the light, a beautiful sky blue that put me at ease as soon as I stared into them. I slipped my hand into hers, letting her pull us closer together as she rested her other hand on my waist, the touch sending shivers up my spine. I put mine on her shoulder, allowing her to take the lead.

It was the most intimate we'd been, and as she maintained eye contact, I wondered if she could feel my hands trembling slightly, or my heart hammering loudly, or my palms turning a little sweaty. She made me nervous in the best way possible, her smile dazzling without realising and her eyes piercing without meaning to be.

She must have felt it, too, that tug in the pit of her stomach that I was feeling now. Otherwise there was something seriously wrong and I was already too deep into a crush on my patient's neighbour.

When the song ended, it feeling like mere seconds in total, she let go of me and I missed the contact and the smell of her perfume and the way she was looking at me.

"Couldn't have done it better myself," Anna spoke, forcing me to tear my gaze from Wanda's lips. She smiled at me knowingly. "You ladies definitely know how to dance."

I felt a heat creeping up my neck as I smiled to myself, distracting myself with the laces on my shoes. When I finally brought myself to look up, I saw Wanda already looking my way, a calm expression on her face.

As she did most times she visited, Wanda stayed with me and Anna until I tucked Anna into bed and bid her a goodnight. We left the apartment and Wanda decided to walk me to the lift that evening, a distracted look on her face.

It was silent between us, a comfortable one, until the doors slid open and I looked to her with kind eyes.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," I told her, making her look to me. "Have a nice evening, Wanda."

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. I watched with amusement, wondering what was going on in that pretty head of hers. The lift doors began to shut, so I put my foot between them to keep them open.

"I should go," I said with an awkward laugh, before grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently since she wouldn't speak. "Goodnight."

When I turned to leave, I got, maybe, a step into the lift before I felt her fingers wrap around my wrist and tug me backwards, spinning me around. I didn't get chance to ask what was up as she stepped forward, pressing her lips to mine in an instant.

Startled, I froze at the contact, but then her hand rested on the back of my neck as her thumb caressed my jaw, and I found myself melting into her, closing my eyes at the blissful feeling.

Her other hand fell to my waist as she deepened the kiss, sending me into the lift and the wall hitting my back. I moved my lips in time with hers, revelling at how soft and delicate and gentle she was being. Kissing Wanda Maximoff wasn't something I had realised would be this good, but now that I was, I never wanted to stop.

Unfortunately, the sound of the lift doors shutting pulled us apart. I was breathless, my heart racing and my lips swollen from her spectacular kiss.

"I've wanted to do that for such a long time," she revealed, stepping back a little. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed as she watched me with mild concern. "I completely should have asked though. I'm sorry that I overstepped."

She pursed her lips, forefinger and thumb pinching her bottom lip regretfully and gaze falling to the floor.

"You didn't overstep," I said, already missing the sensation of her lips against mine. "You stepped just the right amount."

She looked back up, eyes softening as her lips curved into a radiant smile.

"You wanna, maybe, do that again?" I asked without thinking, my mind a haze as Wanda still remained so close to me.

She laughed melodiously before raising her hand and cupping my cheek. Her eyes looked between mine before falling to my lips affectionately.

"I'd love to, dorogoy (darling)."

I smiled toothlessly before closing the gap between us, secretly wishing this lift ride would go on forever if it meant I could kiss Wanda like this.

—

After making out with Wanda in the lift, she asked me out on a date and it was the best date I'd ever been on. Nothing over the top but very thoughtful as she took me for a picnic in the park before getting ice cream for dessert.

We went on a few more dates after that, taking turns to take the lead with them, and she ended up asking me to be her girlfriend which of course I said yes to.

All whilst this was going on, I still cared for Anna and Wanda paid her visits when she could, though we tried to remain as normal as possible. We didn't think it was best to tell Anna that we were together since we didn't want to startle her or make her feel uncomfortable in our presence. Of course, keeping a secret from Anna is as good as nothing when she had eyes like a hawk.

Wanda and I were putting a plate of tea and biscuits together for Anna one day, myself lining up the biscuits neatly as Wanda lingered beside me. She was about to grab a biscuit from the plate when I smacked her hand away.

"Just one," she pleaded, but I shook my head before nodding to the packet on the side.

"Help yourself to those," I told her condescendingly. "These are for Anna."

"Just get her another," she said simply, before reaching over again.

I smacked her hand away again, giving her a knowing look.

"Y/N!"

"Wanda!" I mirrored her childish smile.

She narrowed her eyes petulantly. "Are you seriously doing this right now?"

"Are you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

She pouted and I so badly wanted to lean forward and kiss it away, but Anna was sat on her recliner behind us. Wanda seemed to know this as a mischievous smile fell on her lips, eyes watching me carefully.

"You're not cute," I mumbled, before grabbing the tray and turning to leave. As I was walking to Anna, a biscuit began to float off the plate, red wisps of energy wrapped around it and bringing it to– "Wanda!"

She laughed, eyes glowing red with magic, before grabbing the biscuit from mid-air and taking a bite.

"Such a child," I said under my breath before setting the tray on the coffee table before Anna. Smiling at her, I said, "Here you go, Anna. Do you want anything else?"

As I straightened up, flipping Wanda off behind my back and encouraging her laughter further, I noticed the way Anna looked between us both curiously.

"Everything okay?" I asked, eyebrows knitting together as she continued to study us both.

"Something happened," she decided. "Between you both."

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking a seat on the couch. "Nothing happened."

"Something definitely did," she said knowingly. "I may be old, milaya (sweetie), but I have very good eyes."

"Anna, what are you talking about?" Wanda played dumb, taking a seat beside me, biscuit in hand.

"Don't think I haven't seen the way you two steal glances when you think I'm not looking," she said, pointing between us. "Or the way you," her finger settled on Wanda, "have been helping Y/N out more often than usual."

Wanda and I flushed, embarrassed that we'd been caught out. I was so certain that we'd successfully hid it from her, but clearly we were mistaken.

"We wanted to tell you," Wanda began, cheeks still pink as she leaned forward.

Anna silenced her with a wave of her hand. "Save it. I knew I was right. You two are together."

Pursing my lips, I waited for her to say something because I wasn't really sure what to say myself. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her lips.

"I'm very happy for you both," she said to us. "Wanda here always needed somebody in her life who wasn't me. And you, Y/N, are the perfect match for her."

I chuckled, looking to the girl in question, whose face was as red as her powers that she used to torment me with. I grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently, and nudged her in the shoulder.

"You hear that? Perfect match," I teased, making her roll her eyes to distract from her flustered self.

Anna said something to her in Russian, way too fast and incomprehensible for me to understand, even with the extra effort I was making to learn it. Whatever it was, it made Wanda get even more embarrassed, her green eyes darting around the room in an effort to overcome it.

"What did you say?" I asked Anna with amusement.

"Oh, nothing Wanda hasn't heard before," she said dismissively. "It's all okay. Isn't it, Wanda?"

"Yeah," Wanda mumbled.

"I don't know what's happening here, but I'm all for someone putting Wanda in her place," I said, looking between them both with an entertained smile.

Anna chuckled as Wanda shoved me in the arm gently before pulling me close again. I smiled at how cute she looked, pink blush creeping up her neck and teeth chewing on her lower lip to contain her smile.

I'd never get sick of the sight.

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bad boy good thing ii. | m

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 2, 245

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

The next time you see Jungkook you’re slower than he is when it comes to avoiding his presence. You were smart but Jungkook was sneaky—a characteristic that allowed him to weasel his way into your heart and your mind.

“Sweets.” He calls, tone smiling and your heart flutters unconsciously to the term of endearment that sounded a lot more taunting than it should be.

“We’re in public.” You hiss, reminding him of what you were—his secret.

He seems pleased with your reaction like he enjoys flustering you till no end that proves his upper hand when it came to your dynamics. You weren’t sure when it happened but one day he decided he wasn’t your younger friend Jungkook but Jungkook who could dampen your panties with just his smile.

“You didn’t seem to mind at the party.” He shrugs.

You glare at him shifting away from his body that leans closer when he joined you in the study booth. You chose this particular place because it was secluded away from the main area of the library, tucked in a corner where no one ever goes because it was deadly silent.

So you have no idea what the hell is Jungkook doing here, especially when you knew he had a game earlier; given he’s still in his jersey and with the musky scent of sweat and his laundry detergent.

“I’m studying.” You clip.

You avoid Jungkook’s gaze because you know one look and you’ll melt. But you needed to toughen up because you weren’t going to fall pliant to his touch anymore, or his smile or his smooth words. You remember who he is and who you were.

“Me too.” Jungkook retorts, purposefully sliding closer with a random book he’s snatched from the shelves.

You purse your lips and straighten your back, focusing purely on the task at hand rather than the fact that Jungkook was trying his best to make as much contact with your shoulder as he possibly could with his own.

Jungkook huffs when he realises that you weren’t budging, fully stuck in a half-study-half-dazed mode whenever he was around. What he didn’t know was that with every press against your stature, was a flutter in response.

“Why aren’t you celebrating?” You mutter.

Jungkook grins when he realises you’re casually flipping through your textbook while you await his response. He leans on his palm while staring straight at your face, eyes set directly on your cheek that it makes you flush harder.

“I am.” He replies smoothly, “With you.”

You roll your eyes at the flirtatious attempt even if it did make your stomach feel funny. Jungkook made you feel things out of your own control but you knew better than to continue falling for the same tricks over and over again.

“I need to study so leave me alone.” You clip.

Jungkook pouts in a mocking manner before leaning back into his chair, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair.

“You’ve been avoiding me, sweets.”

You freeze at the statement, fingers tightly gripping the sheets of paper while you force yourself to keep a neutral expression.

“No, I haven’t.” You say tightly.

Jungkook scoffs, “I’m not stupid, babe. You’ve been avoiding me ever since the night of the party.”

The night of the party was a reminder to yourself that Jungkook was horrible for you because he made you act out of your rationale, willing you to do things that you’d never do. And you made that mistake once and you weren’t going to make it again.

“And if I was?” You retort.

Jungkook tongues the inside his cheek before looking ahead, a light smirk painting his face. It’s an expression you know intimately because it’s a look he only has when he knows you’ve always been pliant for him, ready to please.

“Then I’d be really disappointed.”

“Good. I was serious.” You snap, eyes finally darting to his face in slits and he’s already looking at you.

“But you’re not pushing me away, are you?” Jungkook asks in a low voice, and somehow his palm has splayed itself on your thigh, spreading them wide enough for him to rub tempting circles on your skin.

You don’t, because while his touch is scalding it’s just as addictive.

“Leave me alone, Jungkook.” You say through a shaky breath.

He chuckles darkly and then his nose is nudging your jaw, breath hot on your neck while he hikes his hand higher up your skirt.

“You don’t seem like you want me to leave you alone, hm?” He mumbles onto your neck, causing goosebumps to arise.

Your grip on the desk tightens when he brushes his finger over the fabric of your panties and you’re mortified to realise that it’s already damp. Jungkook realises this too and he chuckles against your jaw, biting into the flesh that has you gasping.

“I-I need to study …” You choke when he presses firmly onto your clit, your hips jumping at the stimulation.

“I heard you, sweets.” He hums, “Think you can multitask?”

You hate how he reduced you to nothing but mush, reasoning and pride out the window when he pushes your panties aside to spread the slickness of your pussy with his index finger.

“J-Jungkook …” You whimper.

His nose is pressed against your cheek when he trails his lips across your jaw, down your chin and eventually your neck. The feeling of his lips is familiar but distant and it only makes your heart clench at the unattainable feeling.

You remember that he wasn’t yours. That he is as much Jennie’s as you were his; and your eyes widen in alarm, hands reaching out to grip at his wrist before he can slip a digit into your leaking hole.

“I said we can’t keep doing this.” You say weakly.

Jungkook frowns at you when you pull away completely, crossing your legs so that he won’t have easy access anymore. Your cheeks are hot and it’s both in arousal and embarrassment because you’ve easily allowed him into your heart via your body yet again, despite your own mind warning against it.

“What gives?” He asks irritatedly like he doesn’t understand why you’re pulling away.

You don’t expect him to, not when he has all the options in the world and the only person that sees you like this is … him.

“I’m busy.” You lie through your teeth. You haven’t been paying attention to your books the moment he’s arrived and you were far too distracted to continue.

Jungkook scoffs, narrowing his eyes at you when you firmly avoid his stare.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. You’ve been acting weird ever since the party and you literally just upped and left when I joined you and Jimin the other day.” He bites, “So I’m asking again: what gives?”

You keep your lips shut because you don’t have the courage to tell him that it’s your heart that’s tired. That you don’t think you can do this anymore because it hurts too much when he pulls away and pretends like nothing happened, only to return when it’s convenient.

“You know I don’t like it when people don’t answer me, baby.” He growls, mouth impossibly close to your ear.

You tighten your grip on the table as you clench your jaw, trying to even out your breathing so you don’t say anything rash.

“You’re really testing my patience here, ______.”

And you’re still floored at how this was the same Jungkook that used to thank you with a wide grin every time you offered help with his homework in high school, or when he’d hold umbrellas for the both of you. This was Jungkook, but older, and a lot meaner.

“I just need to study, Jungkook …” You say softly, hoping he’d take that as his queue to leave.

“And I just want to have fun, sweets.” He whispers, lips close to the shell of your ear.

The word throws you off, and you feel the anger rise.

“Fun? That’s all I am to you? A fun time?” You fume.

Jungkook’s eyes widen at the sudden one-eighty shift of your mood when you snap at him. But like you mentioned, he wasn’t the same, shy Jungkook that used to follow you around everywhere—this was someone different.

“What are you implying?” He furrows his brows at you.

“I’m saying—” You poke into his chest with fierce eyes, “—I don’t want to be just a fun time anymore. I’m done with … whatever this is, Jungkook.”

Jungkook locks his jaw before staring at you with dark and unreadable eyes.

“You say this now but we both know that I’m the only one that can make you scream the way you do.” He whispers.

You shiver but stand your ground.

“I don’t care. What my mind and what my body wants are two different things. And I’m telling you that all of this has to stop.” You gesture to your bodies.

“What is this really about?” He sighs, “Come on. Tell me like a big girl.”

He leans back, brash and with a lazy smirk on his face like he’s half-expecting you to apologise and fall back onto him, mouth on his cock like an apology letter. But you’re so so tired and your heart hurts because you think of Jennie. You think of the same mouth that holds all the words to hurt you on hers, and you prepare for it.

“It’s because I’m done with you, Jungkook!” You seethe, “You can’t have two girls at once especially when you’re only halfway in my door and living in her house.”

Jungkook furrows his brows, “Two girls—?”

“I saw the video of you and Jennie.” You whisper, “I don’t know when the fuck that happened. If it was before you pulled that stunt in the bathroom or after—but I don’t want anything to do with that.”

You quickly clear your belongings and stand up to leave, but Jungkook has a tight grip on your wrist so that you can’t walk away.

“Why are you mad about that?” He asks, genuinely confused.

You gape at him, opening and closing your mouth to find the right words to say but they all fall short.

“Why—what? Are you not hearing yourself? Of course, I’m fucking pissed! You finger me like some fucking pornstar and kiss me like I’m yours and the next thing you know it you’re kissing some other girl while pretending like I don’t exist. Like we weren’t friends that grew up together or the fact that you and I were close before you turned into this asshole.”

Jungkook blinks at you.

“We are still friends …” He says slowly.

You want to rip your hair out because having this conversation only tires and hurts you further, but Jungkook is oblivious to the internal dilemma that you were having with your own heart.

“Friends don’t do this shit to each other, Jungkook.” You hiss, “You don’t fuck someone over because you can’t keep your dick in your pants.”

“Why are you acting as if you weren’t as into it as I was?” Jungkook retorts, tone defensive.

“It’s because I was! I was so fucking into it that it blindsided me! I don’t do this shit, Jungkook—not with anyone else and it just had to be you that this happened to me with.”

Jungkook pauses, and his eyes turn impossible dark. His face is terrifying when he inches closer, all evidence of other emotions but blankness and fury painting his features.

“If it wasn’t me then no one would’ve ever touched you.” He spits as your eyes widen at his tone, “I did you a favour by deciding that you were worth it. And maybe you’re not because clearly you got attached and you want shit to be exclusive, right?”

You stare at Jungkook because Jungkook was mean but never like this. Never personal and poking at all your unhealed wounds.

“Jung—”

“Shut up,” He sneers, “I strung you around because I felt bad for you. Twenty-five and a virgin? If not me then who else, hm? Jimin wouldn’t touch you and neither would Tae. You’re just an uptight prude with a stick up her ass that can’t do anything but study. And yeah—I kissed Jennie. Right after I fingered you so hard that you cried because at least she won’t just sit there like a starfish and take whatever’s given to her.”

You blink at Jungkook, arms limp by your sides when he spits all the venomous words to your face, unapologetic when his eyes burn with intense disdain for the person he was talking to.

Everything is numb, and you can’t react because you don’t know how to. But you feel a tear slip past your eye because it’s hot—it’s hot compared to the cold atmosphere that crackles in the air.

Every single one of your insecurities was thrown out the window without a single care and Jungkook looked damned sure that he meant every word. And it hurts even more because you remember confiding him in the same things he was weaponising.

You don’t say anything at all, but your body reacts and more tears fall despite your mortification.

“You’re such a fucking asshole, Jungkook.” You say through a choked breath, shoving past him with your belongings tucked tightly against your body.

Jungkook doesn’t even chase after you, frozen into place with his own words that left his mouth.

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Pairing: Yandere!Tubbo x Reader (with some Ranboo)

Request: we need more yandere tubbo i absolutely love the way you wrote him shdhhfjd........ maybe a short fic or some headcanons elaborating on "waking up in the mansion one day"? maybe the reader gets more afraid than going along with it .. I'd love to see ranboos aspect regarding tubbos behavior as well 👀

Word count: 2.3 k

Warning: yandere, kidnapping, drugging

A/n: This is all platonic. Nothing romantic. Also this was meant to be short not this long oh lord.

The night had been unforgiving to you as of late. Every night you felt like you were being watched over. It was so weird. It didn’t matter if the windows were open or not. Or even if they had blinds over them. Your paranoia was being fed by every noise emanating from the darkness. Now you weren’t afraid of the dark, never had been. But now, oh god the dark was terrifying. The unknown of the dark scared you. Anything could be hiding in there. And with this new “admirer” of yours, your newfound fear of the shadows was being fed a damn feast. The last straw for you was when you came home one night and saw your window broken and front door open. It spooked you too much; what if they were still inside? You couldn’t risk that.

That’s how you found yourself in Tubbo’s house, on his couch, hunched over and shaking over a cup of tea. You don’t remember why you came here, in all honesty. There were so many other people you could have chosen that were more than capable of protecting you. There was Sam, Bad, Sapnap, even Technoblade. Yet you still went to Tubbo. He was a comforting presence for you. And you just really wanted some comfort for this new fear of yours. Is this what I child felt when they were scared of the dark and needed a flashlight? God now you feel so bad for making fun of little kids for needing those.

“Hey are you okay,” a hand just fucking attacks your shoulder and you wip around. Oh god what if the guy got you now- wait it’s just Tubbo. Wow you overreacted there. Your swift actions shocked Tubbo, making him take a few steps away from you. He held his hands up in the air; an attempt to show he meant no harm to you. But you were just relieved at the sight of Tubbo.

“I don’t know,” a lump was forming in your throat. The tea isn't helping at all. You were so upset that you couldn’t even tell what flavor it was. Nor did you ask Tubbo, but that didn’t matter. Only distractions mattered now; a way to get your mind off of the paranoid thoughts. “I think I am”. Your grip on the cup tightened. Some of that was you trying to ground yourself, but another part of it was just tension. It was becoming harder to breathe and you had no idea why. There wasn’t a reason. Start breathing normally again- uh what was that breathing exercise?

Tubbo came around the couch and sat by your side. “Hey, can you look at me really quick?” He grabbed your hands and you looked at him. Somehow looking into his eyes made it harder to breathe. “Okay now repeat after me- wait not repeat. Uh, do what I do. Ready?” You didn’t get a chance to reply before he started. “Okay take a deep breath with me. In through the mouth for five and out the nose for four. In for five, out for four.” A small pattern formed from the mantra. Something about the exercise was extremely comforting, but you were never sure on what it was. Well you knew it had to do with slowing your breathing and helping you focus, but you felt like there was something else to it. There had to be something else to it. Why else would it be able to calm you so well right now?

It took a while, but you finally calmed down. Well, “calmed down” being a relative term. You were tired and numb inside. Your attention was completely focused on the flames in the hearth. They were mesmerizing. Happily dancing away, illuminating the room.

You hadn’t realized what was happening. All you remember is looking at Tubbo and then everything just became blurry. The sting of tears stung your eyes. Oh, you were about to cry again. That’s so annoying, stupid. You had just calmed down and yet you’re still crying. Craving human contact must be a symptom of sadness or some shit because you looked at Tubbo for comfort. And he gave you exactly that; opening his arms to give you a hug. Without a second thought, you essentially flew into his arms. He accepted you immediately and held you close. The tears that had once been contained by a damn once again ran free. Slowly you grew tired. Oh how you despised the act of crying and how it drained you so. A little nap wouldn’t hurt.

__________________________________ The sunbeams were attacking you and it hurt so much. So bright, demanding. You didn’t want to get up. Sleepiness still held you captive, flowed through your body like the very blood you had. Yet the light was relentless, attacking your closed eyes through it’s armor. A valiant effort was made to stay asleep and keep the sunlight out of your eyes. But it was futile. Rolling over did nothing but illicit noise and made you mildly uncomfortable. When you finally gave in, you just stared blankly at the wall.

For a wall, it was pretty. Kinda. It was plain but a stylish kind of plain. A timeless look. It took ages to finally muster the energy to even sit up, but you still did. The view changed yet it didn’t at the same time. It was pretty empty in the room. Three doorways, two next to each other on your right and one on your left, a bed, some curtains, a small nightstand, and a bookshelf. Other than that, there was a ton of open space.

Once you regained some more consciousness, you slipped out of bed. There was a jingle, but you didn’t really pay attention to it. You definitely heard it, you just thought something fell on the floor. Whatever it was could wait. The unexplored room was just waiting for exploration, though you could have easily explored it from your bed because of how empty it was. When you got to one of the doors, you slowly opened it to reveal a closet. It was absolutely filled with clothes you liked. Or some you were missing. Didn’t you own that shirt at home? And that one too? Huh, what a coincidence. Pretty cool.

Not even two steps away from the closet was another door, which you also slowly opened. Didn’t want to hit anyone. Through that door was a bathroom. It was pretty big and pretty. Very shiny and clean. There were some care products in there, some shampoo and conditioner. But you stopped yourself from looking too much. You didn’t want to snoop. It was rather rude to do.

Grogley you turn toward the last mystery door. It was all the way on the other side of the room. Man you weren’t awake enough for this. Yawning, you start your way to the other doorway. That must be the way back to the rest of the mansion. Sadly you didn’t get far. Not even halfway there before you were stopped. More accurately tripped. Something made your foot slip from underneath, making you fall onto your stomach. Everything ached, but your ankle felt weird. It was a different pain. When you tried to pull it closer to examine it, something stopped it and the sound of metal hitting itself rang across the room. You nearly give yourself whiplash from how quickly you turn your head.

A metal cuff clung onto your ankle which in turn was connected to a tense chain. At the other end of the chain was one of the bedposts. Specifically the one closest to the closet and bathroom. That’s odd. Okay now what’s going on here? Oh did Tubbo do this to make you feel more secure? Well it was and wasn’t working all at the same time. Because who puts an ankle chain on somebody?

A knock interrupted your thoughts. From your spot on the floor, you whipped your head back around to the last mystery door. You stayed quiet, wondering if you were just imagining noises. But another knock soon came. It was undeniable, very pronounced and purposeful. Whoever was out there- what could they be here for. Panic started to overtake you again, but the sound of Tubbo’s voice coming from the other side of the door caught your attention.

“Can I come in,” Tubbo announces his presence again with another round of knocks. With the amount of noise you made, you were pretty sure he knew you were awake. But you still replied to him.

“Yeah you can.”

Not even a second after you reply, the door slowly opens and Tubbo peaks his head in. He seemed to have woken up with some bedhead, which made him look boyish. A little careless for physical appearances, which can be an endearing feature. Tubbo gave the room a sweeping look, checking for something. What exactly, you couldn’t tell. But apparently he was satisfied because he opened the doorway entirely. You swiftly stood up, getting as close to the door as you could.

On the other side of the door was Tubbo in some pajamas. He looked a little sleepy, but his happiness shone through it. You smiled at the sight of him, happy that someone came to get you out.

“Good morning, Tubbo!” You gave a toothy grin and spread your arms to emphasize your joy. “Sleep well?”

“Good morning!.” He gave you a toothy smile in return, but it looked odd. Like it was forced, nervous even. But you must’ve just been looking too far into it. “I slept pretty good. How’d you sleep?”

“I slept like a fucking rock,” you reply with a little laughter. “Honestly? Best sleep of the month, man. Really needed it. Thanks for letting me bunk at your place last night.”

“Not a problem at all,” his smile soon became more natural, much bigger. “I really enjoyed having you over”. It seemed like he was going to say something else, but stopped himself. The nervous look reappeared on his face, and you gave the most reassuring look you could. “So about you moving in-”

“Oh yeah that,” your smile disappeared as quickly as it came. “I can’t just do that Tubbo. I just can’t.” Tubbo seemed saddened by your response. “It’s not like I don’t want to live with you,” you explained. “I’d love to live with you and Ranboo, but I have other responsibilities. Things that have to be done very far from the mansion. Seriously, I’d love to stay.”

“Then stay.” It was a simple statement on his part. You thought it was a little banter.

“I’d stay if I could Tubbo. But I gotta go.”

“You can’t go.”

“Yes I can, Tubbo. Now can you please unchain me, I gotta go.” You lift your ankle and shake it along with the chain for emphasis.

But Tubbo doesn’t even give it a look before answering. “You can’t leave.”

His actions are words are a bit worrying now, huh. This is just a silly prank. Any second now he’ll say it’s a joke and release you. Yeah, any moment now.

That moment never comes though.

“Come on now,” Tubbo starts to lead you back to the bed. “Get back in bed. You still look tired.”

“I’m not tired Tubbo,” your voice hardens to emphasise the fact that you really don’t need this shit right now. “Look I’m completely fine and I have to go. This joke isn’t funny anymore. Just unlock the fucking cuff and I’ll be on my way.”

You two stop at the bed and he gently ushers you in. Climbing on the bed to give you a hug. Struggling against him does no good. If anything, it just makes things worse. He just tightens his grip like a damn python. Wtf why is this kid so strong and clingy? This definitely isn’t a good combo.

“Look you aren’t fine. See?” He emphasizes his point by hugging you tighter. Which you don’t like and groan in protest. “You need to rest. It’s fine. You’re home.”

Internally you start to panic. Yo, hold up, what the hell is he talking about? You know damn well you ain’t home or agreed to stay here. So what does he think he’s doing?

There’s a cough from the doorway, and both you and Tubbo’s attention is diverted to the newcomer. At the threshold of the room is Ranboo. A platter loaded with food held between his hands. He looks awkward standing there. And you don’t blame him because you felt awkward just being in the hug. You couldn’t even imagine the embarrassment you’d get from walking in on this shit. When your eyes meet, he gives you a small, unsure smile.

Movement behind Ranboo catches your attention. You look behind Ranboo’s legs to see Micheal clinging onto Ranboo’s pants. He looked so happy. Well, happy being debatable and interpretive. He looked normal but he was making his little happy noises. Micheal bounded over to you, stretching his arms out while making the most adorable little oink noises. You look between Tubbo and Ranboo for any sign. Literally anything for them. But Tubbo just encourages you. So you pick up Micheal and hold him close to your chest.

Tubbo gives a cheer of joy while Ranboo joins in, though a little less enthusiastic. Still the fact he sounded genuinely happy about this situation was worrying. Especially since he knew what was going on. Knew how wrong it all was. Micheal had no idea. Happily oinking way in your lap and messing with your hands. Suddenly two sets of arms entangle themselves around you; pulling themselves toward you for a hug.

Looking down at Micheal, you now question if the backstory you were told about him was true. Was he actually found wandering around? Or was he kidnapped, just like you?

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