#apologies to anyone that tries to find the code in there i knew what i was doing and chose to do it anyway. i'm sick and twisted like that

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#apologies to anyone that tries to find the code in there i knew what i was doing and chose to do it anyway. i'm sick and twisted like that #can i see all the letters though i wrote them? no. irrelevant #marble hornets #tim marble hornets #tim wright marble hornets #tim mh #mh #art #my art #illustration #you guys ever think about how smoke is alive

[bumblingbabooshka]

What if right after Tuvok woke up from his lil coma in “Riddles” he saw all the flowers and what to him must seem like gifts? adornments? around him and heard from the doctor how Neelix had been by his side every day he was unconscious and immediately assumed Neelix was his husband? What then?

Picturing that Tuvok’s wife guy instincts never go away so he remembers vaguely that he loves someone very much and this man is kind and cares for him and has given him all these beautiful things which Tuvok likes .... this must be the person he loves! Good v_v Also if you wanna really get into it - what if Tuvix factors into this in that Tuvok can remember (after touching Neelix in some way which he seems eager to do in ‘Riddles’, touching things in general I mean) Neelix’s crush on him which he definitely has and just assumes he must feel the same way since he does love someone quite fiercely and it doesn’t seem like anyone else is paying quite so much attention to him. I imagine that after ‘Tuvix’ Tuvok knows Neelix had/has a crush on him (it’s on and off but also constant) but they never talk about it because Tuvok would never want to talk about it and if Neelix coyly asked if he knew he’d avoid the question and if Neelix asked outright he’d straight up lie. So I’m picturing in ‘Riddles’ Tuvok talks about Neelix a lot while being treated and the doctor is amused, saying he never used to speak so highly of him and Tuvok’s horrified...he’s like !? What kind of husband was I??? And the doctor would spit out a drink if he had one.  Then he helps Tuvok access his personnel file bc he won’t believe he and Neelix aren’t married. He has a /wife/?? Where is she?? Why isn’t she on the ship?? Huh?? (the horrors, the unending horrors. He has to be sedated because of the horrors, sorrow, etc.) Neelix chuckles when Tuvok tells him the anecdote (minus the horrors) and is like why did you think we were married?? And Tuvok points out the flowers, how kind he is, how he was his only visitor, how he played his favorite music and gave him gifts and stayed/stays by his side always and knows so much about him and - ( “O K ay that’s enough~!” ) - and the fact that Neelix harbors romantic feelings towards him. Neelix stares in absolute shock. “I’m sorry. Was that secret?” “H ow....why do you think that?” Tuvok explains that he can sometimes...feel things when he touches people. And sometimes even...see, things? And when he touched Neelix he remembered seeing...himself! For the first time and thinking he was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. (Which is my personal Neelix-has-a-Tuvok-crush headcanon. He saw him and IMMEDIATELY got a crush on him. Handsome alien who gives him water!) Neelix kind of wants to throw himself into a hole but he’s like “o ohh...haha. yes w ell. Me and you aren’t even...friends...so.” Tuvok frowns and gently pats Neelix’s hands and says it...hurts, when you cannot be with the one you love. He says he cannot even remember who T’Pel was, and yet he yearns for her. He doesn’t know which is worse - a love agonizingly close or a love unfathomably far away - both, for all intents and purposes, unrequited. Neelix says that T’Pel still loves him! And Neelix’s little crush isn’t even half as important as the love between Tuvok and T’pel. Tuvok blinks at him sadly and says there are many different types of love. Then he kisses Neelix’s forehead (not the Vulcan way) and thanks him for being so attentive and kind despite how it isn’t returned by the other Tuvok. The favor or his feelings. Also to be so real with you someone left a comment to the effect of ‘What if Tuvok thought Neelix was his husband in riddles’ but what REALLY spurned this on???? If we can be SO painfully real for a second??? Was hearing the song “Once Upon a Dream” which I’d NEVER heard before and my dumb ass’s first thought was wooow just like Tuvok @ Neelix in that riddles episode. SO THERE. “But if I know you, I know what you’ll do...you’ll love me at once! The way you did once upon a dream...” <- Tuvok remembering Neelix’s big stupid crush on him that he found out about when they were Tuvix and subsequently buried

#also side note (watched the start of riddles to make sure Neelix really did that gay shit/affectionate) but yeess Voyager crew lore #they have a game called 'species starship or anomaly' where you have 15 questions to guess if what the other person's thinking of is one of #those 3 things! #ALSO we get a DRAMATIC Tuvok eyeroll!!!! #Love how he says 'MIS-ter neelix' #I find myself saying that every so often #ALSO the way Neelix has a 'riddle voice' is so funny...announcing it all dramatic #HEHEHE He's SO pleased at stumping Tuvok ... and Tuvok tried to get away with giving an answer that he /knew/ wasn't right #An underrated character trait about Tuvok is how he's a sore loser <3 #Tuvok: -writhing on ground after being attacked- #Me: BABYGIRL NOOOOOOh my god is he wearing heeled boots~? #Also an EXTREMELY underrated character trait of Neelix's is how quick he is to accept or assign blame to himself...he feels guilty a lot #and is often apologizing or saying he's responsible for things #'If anyone can provoke Tuvok mr Neelix...it's you.' <3 Frenemies...hatedates.... <3<3 #Tuvok has a proto-vulcan drama book in his room...'clash of fire planes'....interestinginteresting #EVERYTHING'S FROM HIS ROOM EXCEPT THE FL OWERS....NEELIX WENT TO AIRPONICS BAY AND PICKED THOSE HIMSELF #WAAAA.....WAAAAAAAA..... #-snaps out of it- One of Tuvok's 'favorite' songs is MONKS CHANTING!??!?! CATHOLIC CODED. WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM <3 #Also Neelix going 'Nice picture! You should see mine...it's awful~' HOW DO Y'ALL HATE THIS MAN #'(resigned) yes I did {interrupt}....you were pondering. v_v' #Tuvok: (definitely remembering all those flowers and stuff Neelix surrounded him in when he first woke up) We...weren't friends?? #Neelix: W ell........Imean I had a HUGE crush onyou <- THIS IS TRUE. THIS IS A FACT. #'I certainly felt affection for you' OKAY. BISEXUAL MOMENTS. #Tuvok (sore loser-core): -wakes up from brain damage- FUCK Neelix stumping me with that fucking riddle. I /will/ one up him somehow. #CanNOT get over the fact that the writers literally made Tuvok say all he wants is to have fun with Neelix....what ELSE are they implying if #not some sort of crush???? #ALSO the fact that Neelix knows Tuvok feels emotions and /does/ have fun and everything but just calls it something else or doesn't express #it.....GOD.... #Also also autistic Tuvok moments (not responding when spoken to at the end of the episode) #OK THATS ALL BYE

[bakugoushotwife]

Bad Liar // katsuki bakugou

a/n: i got soooo carried away with this one lmfao no regrets though, i love bakubaby so bad and this is so self-ship coded no apologies :D this is probably my last piece before kinktober! i know i know boo hiss im sorry, im sorry, i'll probably still pepper in drabbles and headcanons just because :0

cw: suggestive, 16+ to read. bakugo is agressive as always, he has his own language lmao, possessiveness? friends to lovers, hiding it from the bakusquad!

wc: 2.9k

He can’t stand it. It was his stupid idea in the first place, but still, he finds himself knee deep in regret instead of ocean-water. And his friends make everything worse. Oh his stupid, stupid friends and their stupid gatherings and hang out sessions, just irritating him beyond belief. You weren’t included in this tirade, no. Never. You’ve never had a stupid idea in your life, other than agreeing to be his woman, he thinks now. 

Denki and Mina would want to go to the beach. That’s so perfectly, stupidly, them. It’s the hottest day of the year, and Katsuki is miserable in so many ways it’s almost comical. Certainly he would laugh if it was happening to anyone but him. He’s already prone to hyperhidrosis due to his quirk nature, and the weather certainly wasn’t helping the matter. He looks like he’s been greased in baby oil or something slimy straight out of the sea. You on the other hand, look—he can’t look. You’ve been friends since your first year at UA, or as close to friends as one really can get with the explosive blond. You seemed not to mind his bristly nature, even when he got a little loud, you never flinched away from him or went out of your way to push his buttons like everyone else. 

You were different. You invited him to read your favorite books and mangas with you, you introduced him to new video games and even offered to train together, something that anyone outside of Izuku ran away from. You were unafraid, he realized. He knows he makes it hard. He’s hateful and unforgiving, loud and brash. None of those are good qualities, he’s well aware, but you made him feel like they were. You laughed at his rude comments, only shaking your head or rolling your eyes playfully to disagree. When he got loud, you got louder, a tactic his mom first employed and something he hadn’t realized worked on him so well. No, you made those qualities feel endearing. It wasn’t long before he was inviting you to tag along with him too, teaching you how to make different dishes and even trying your hand at baking while he’s crouched over recipe books spouting the ingredients at you. He wants you to study with him, even if he hasn’t allowed anyone from the inner circle to join him willingly. He always invites you, and he never hides his casual requests for you to come back to his dorm for movies or the newest episode of your favorite anime. He’s completely smitten, clearly. 

To everyone, really. It was obvious, even to you. Katsuki is nothing if not prideful, so you were certainly not going to burst his bubble, or allow any of the bakusquad to do so either. You knew he would work through his emotions and thoughts on his own, and he would come to you when he’s ready. 

And yes, that took well into your adulthood. School was filled with tragedy after tragedy, you were happy to make it out of there with Katsuki, your friends, and your ability to become a hero still intact. The two of you worked for the same agency for the next couple of years straight out of high school, and that’s what helped him really understand just how different you are. You’re strong, the strongest woman he’s ever seen if he’s honest. Your abilities are insane, your motivation is inspiring, and your knowledge and instinct are only paralleled by his own. Perfect. You’re smart, beautiful, powerful, and so unique. He couldn’t stand it anymore, just watching from the sidelines as he tried to figure out why he was so enamored with you. 

Turns out, jealousy is one hell of a motivator. 

One day, when he was assigned a different route on patrol and you were sent off with a new male partner, it all made sense. He watched the guy put a hand on the small of your back, dangerously close to the elastic-wrapped mounds of your ass. His ass. He was fuming. The sidekick gave you an excited smile, championing himself lucky to be partnered with such a force–and beauty– as yourself. Katsuki saw it immediately, how the other sidekick was looking at you, it was painfully clear. He wasn’t worried, you would never give this extra your attention–hence how you throw the rando’s arm off of you and stomp away–what does piss him off though, is that other men cannot understand that you might as well walk around with his brand across your forehead. Was he not crystal clear? Even if he hadn’t known that you were unspeakably his, surely everyone else could tell? You two went everywhere together, never was one seen without the other, except for this fuckin’ dumbass  patrol–and he was scary enough no one should even think about you in that way. 

So he finishes his rounds as early as possible that day, making it back to HQ to meet up with you after your disdainfully different route. He’s pleased to see you alone, leaning up against a doorframe with your skin-tight hero suit still perfectly intact and clinging to your every curve. No drama, no danger, he smirks to himself in relief. The way you look back at him, though, that has his heart stopping in his chest. You look so at ease, your resting bitch face melting into a smile of succor. He can tell you’re just as relieved to see him, the way you jump from foot to foot in excitement tells him so. He can’t help but give you an arrogant half-smile, amused by and admiring your every move. The air is different, the space between the two of you spoke of something different than just friends. He throws his arm around your waist, and you can tell from the look on his face that he’s ready. His red siren gaze sparkles with a bit more intensity, his calloused fingers soothing circles into the curve of your side, even the smile playing at his lips says it all. You’re his now. He knows you know this, and you’re so good to him you won’t even make him say it, but it seemed that his little revelation was enough to change him in a way you didn’t suspect. 

“Yer my lady now.” He says, no trace of annoyance, only a slight upturn to the corners of his lips. 

“I know. Been your lady for a long ass time.” You chuckle, leaning your head over on his shoulder as you begin the walk home. You couldn’t wait to tell Mina–she would freak the fuck out that he finally made his move. Even more relieved would be poor Kirishima, the man on the receiving end of so many you-themed rants. Denki’s teasing may be endless–and Sero may be the only soul genuinely happy for everyone without making it a big deal. You know the last thing Katsuki wants is to make this a big deal. He was still working his way into emotional fluency, and you didn’t want them to stunt his progress–even though it was well intentioned. 

It’s like he can read your mind, or more aptly the subtle knit of your brows and purse of your lips. He knows your brain is hard at work thinking, so he steers you home, his house of course. The weather was decent, cold like he likes. He lets you think, focusing on the sound of your boots crunching in the snow. “What’s going on in that fat head’a yours?” 

You chuckle. “I was just thinking about how insufferable our friends are gonna be.” You say, icy fingers reaching for the solace you know awaits in his warm hands. He doesn’t fight you, cupping your hands in one of his. He furrows his brows, considering your sentence, yet his thumb still absentmindedly strokes your soft skin. He huffs after a time. 

“We ain’t gotta tell ‘em. They’ll figure it out eventually anyway–let’s just enjoy bein’ us. Press’ll be stupid too.” He sighs out, not having considered the issues you two may face now, status and all. How annoying. He squeezes on your hands to convey his love. 

You sigh. “God, so true. I didn’t think of that either.” You muse, smiling at the snowflakes collecting in Katsuki’s ashy hair and lashes while he stares at you. It can only ever be described as a stare, the intensity too much to be considered anything less. You slip your hands from his momentarily, and he frowns at the loss of you. He looks up and realizes you’re unlocking his door and sighing at the warmth that greets the two of you upon entering. Once the door swings shut, your hands find him again, though now you face him, and you dare to let your touch wander up his forearms and biceps before falling back down and reaching back up again. He enjoys the feeling, the soothing comfort of your strokes nearly causing him to sigh. He just hangs his arms around your waist instead, appreciating your beauty without fear now. 

“S’ppose we’ll keep this ‘er lil secret then.” He drawls, gently pulling your body until it stops against his. You can feel his warm caramel-scented breath waft over your face, the heat in his eyes causing your own to rush to your cheeks. He smirks at that, cherishing every moment he can fluster you since it’s so typically the other way around. 

You nod, unashamedly looking down at his lips. He doesn’t hide the sultry way in which he coats them, before letting them stretch into another, wider, predatory smirk. He forces your eyes back up to his with his two fingers under your chin. 

“Sound good?” He asks with an arched brow. You nod again. He chuckles, one so deep it reverberates through his buff chest. He’s entertained,  you’re absolutely falling apart just from standing so close to him now that all his feelings for you were confirmed. “Use your words and I’ll give ya a kiss.” 

You force yourself to swallow, and then clear your throat, feeling frozen in place. He looks at you like you were the only person he could see. He looks at you with such insatiable desire, you’re rendered speechless just from a few touches and his carmine eyes dancing over your body. “Yeah–our secret.” You manage. 

He nods his approval, sliding his hand to cup your cheek instead. His hand is so big his fingers reach over your jaw and into your soft, vanilla scented hair. He almost loses his confidence, your scent and the way you bat your eyelashes hitting him all at once. You always smell so sweet, even though you were actually spicy. He thought it fit you. You stand on your tiptoes to prompt him, your hands landing on his toned pecs. It brings him back to the present, and his heart actually flutters at what he was about to do. He swallows any nervousness and leans down, licking his lips a final time before he slots them over yours. You jolt him awake, the cool touch of your mouth sends warmth tingling through him, and you’re not doing much better. You feel like you’re melting as he pulls you closer desperately, unable to get enough of you. 

And maybe, just maybe, that night ended with him becoming very acquainted with that beautiful body you proudly display today, at the beach, with all his friends, who still don’t know that you’re together. 

That’s why he’s so impossibly frustrated, keeping his head turned and pretending to be entranced by the ocean waves. His friends are stupid, but they aren’t dumb. They’ve known for the longest that Katsuki’s head over heels for you, but upon your promise, they tried to give him less shit about it. 

But Denki just can’t hold back this time. To think that he can’t see Katuski’s “sunburn”, the noticeable way he’ll look anywhere but you, and his overly sensitive nerves today is an insult to Chargebolt. He scoffs loudly. 

“Hey Bakugou, you allergic to sexy?” 

The blond’s head snaps to him and his eyes narrow in confusion. “What?!”

Denki chuckles smoothly. “You won’t even look at Y/N–and she is definitely sexy. That bikini is working overtime–”

“Say one more word about her.” He dares, sparks collecting in the palms of his hands. At the crackling sound, Kirishima decides it’s time to intervene. He holds his arms out like someone approaching a wild horse to saddle. 

“Woah, woah–easy bro!” He chuckles nervously, but it gets Katsuki’s attention, at least enough that the threat of violence dies down. “I think what Denki’s trying to say is, normally you and Y/N are side-by-side. Is everything alright?” 

Great. There was no way to win. If he looked at you, he’d surely pop a raging boner and that would confirm everything they’ve ever thought about him and his thoughts about you, but not looking at you resulted in their suspicion anyway. He huffs through his nose and scowls. 

“Yeah? Just tryin’ not to be a perv like you two fuckers. Stop lookin’ at her–” 

“Right. Okay.” Sero rolls his eyes at the longtime friend. “You know none of us give a fuck if you guys want to get together, right? In fact, we’re literally praying for it so you stop being so goddamn intolerable.” 

“So you admit you have to fight looking?” Denki snickers. Katsuki eyes the two with the wrath of hell.

Kirishima gives him a defusing glare, sighing at his hot-tempered buddy. “I second Sero, but either way, we want you to have some fun, man. We know you can’t be having a good time sitting in the sand like this. Come play some volleyball with us!” He insists, dragging Katsuki to his feet. 

Bakugo wrenches his way free of him, but follows nonetheless, scowling even deeper when Mina calls out, “Three on three! I want Bakugou and Denki!” She giggles, leaving you to team up across from him with Kirishima and Sero. He convinces himself that beating your ass in volleyball should keep your friends off your scent.

All goes well, for a while. That is until the rotation puts him directly across from you. 

Denki was right. You are so sexy. And that bikini…how could you set him up like this? The fabric clings to your hips, disappearing into the folds of your dimpled and sand-covered ass. God, he shoulda never let you out of the house. His eyes finally move up toward your bust, almost laughably stuffed into your top. It’s so unfair. You’re ridiculously stunning, and he can’t help but think you did this on purpose. He can feel his blood rushing all at once, and he knows he must be staring hard. Before he can comprehend anything else, you’re running towards the net, beautiful body glistening in the sun, your sea-textured hair swaying in time with your chest as you jump and smack the ball right in his face. 

Kirishima can’t stifle his laugh, and Denki nearly collapses in laughter beside the explosive man. Mina just puts her hands on her hips, trying to hide her knowing smirk. 

Katsuki is prideful, arrogant, brash, unforgiving, loud, and hateful. You made sure to love and accept those qualities to an extent, and help him grow out of them in some others. One thing you’ll never be able to change is his competitive spirit–and you just took a cheap shot in his rulebook. 

“That was a low blow. It doesn’t count!” He groans, swiping some of the kicked up sand from his tanned abs. He goes to pick up the ball when Sero challenges. 

“How so? She just spiked it. That’s legal.” 

And to his dismay, you play right into it. “Yeah, why’s it a low blow, Suki?”

Goddamn you. Batting your lashes and all. You’re challenging him too, daring him to keep lying or to come clean to all his friends. He snorts at you, clearly you underestimate who you’re dealing with. He’ll fuck you on the beach if you wanna push buttons–but he decides he’ll take a more moderate approach only because he doesn’t want anyone else to see you naked. You can’t back him into a corner without doing the same to yourself, so he just juts his chin at you. 

“Because you wore that bikini just to piss me off ‘n make me tell our friends yer mine.” He growls, arching a brow and folding his arms over his chest. The friends in question are unusually quiet and deathly still, exchanging knowing and relieved looks.

You shrug, blushing a bit. He caught you, but it worked anyway. Only because he allowed it, but still. You hum your acknowledgement and motion for the ball back. 

“You got me, baby. That counts as a point though. Ball’s mine.” You wink, that smug grin of yours enough to make his heart pound like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you. You’re most definitely somethin’ else, but he loves you to pieces, and he feels a lot better about being able to be just as pervy out loud as he wants to be. 

He slings the ball back over the net, mirroring your smirk. Once again, he’ll never let you best him. His eyes shine with mischief as he winks and says for your embarrassment, “Oh yer still goin’ down, sugartits.” 

#kyleewritesmha #last piece before kinktober works omg #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou drabble #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha fluff #mha x you

[ilylovelyz]

hi! read their past sakusa fics and the way they write kiyo is so hot and nice 😩 wondering if they could write more abt yandere / bully sakusa fics (or anyone in msby or all of them tgt tbh JSJJS) 😭

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˚ · . atsumu x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ warning(s): noncon, gaslighting, manipulation, lovebombing, physical assault, physical and mental abuse, atsumu is a terrible person, cheating, forced solitude, baby trapping

until a man heals himself he'll be toxic to every woman who tries to love him.

yandere!atsumu, from the moment he met you, knew that you would be the absolute death of him.

yandere!atsumu, who verbally claimed you as his to anyone who could hear. a "cheerful" facade on his face while he boasted about you as if you were his girlfriend.

yandere!atsumu, who acted all understanding and almost apologetic to a guy that seemed to have a crush on you. he would pat the guy's back a little too hard, lightly giving him a "sorry, but i think she's taken." veins almost protruding out of his neck while he resisting the urge to choke out the guy just for showing interest in you.

yandere!atsumu, who is surprised when you confront him for spreading rumors about you, accusing him of being a creep. but you're quickly turned from being livid to blushing, as his charisma and charming demeanor is all too much for you. he apologizes for his actions, but denies the majority of it. as a way to make up for it, he formally asks you out to an expensive dinner.

yandere!atsumu, who violently assaults the whistleblower, not caring if it's a man or woman. he'll ram their head into the wall and kick them a few times while they are down, bleeding profusely. he'll spit on them as a cherry on top, condemning them to hell for snitching.

yandere!atsumu, who will act surprised when you point out his bruised knuckles, will literally say "how did this happen?" he'll brush off your concerns, and try to avoid using his hands the rest of the night.

yandere!atsumu, who even during the talking stage, is completely protective towards you and is hostile to anyone who even dares to talk to you. he'll act so sad and upset that nobody wants to be your friend anymore, comforting you when you cry that your own male best friend isn't talking to you anymore for some reason.

yandere!atsumu, who follows you home "just in case," memorizing your pad-code lock password and will eventually break in later that night, watching you while you sleep, "just in case."

yandere!atsumu, who walks around carefree in your house while you sleep, cleaning for you but also eating your leftovers. just for an extra measure, he'll bug your phone and send a text message to any remaining friends, saying that "you" don't want to be friends with them anymore, leaving nasty messages that will end up with you finding yourself blocked later that morning.

yandere!atsumu, who will kiss you so lovingly on after the sixth date, and ask you to be his official girlfriend. he feels relieved when you say yes, relieved that he won't have to beat common sense into you and guilt trip you into accepting.

yandere!atsumu, who will later jack off just at of the first kiss, mind already spinning at the thought of what he could do to you now that you're dating him.

yandere!atsumu who treats you and touches you as if you're glass, always "looking out" for you. you think his grip on your wrist is adorable, that his protectiveness is "cute." but really, he's just making sure that you're not going to run off or something.

yandere!atsumu who takes your virginity, and is absolutely doting and attentive the whole time, kissing you softly and whispering small "i love you"s against your skin. you don't notice the way his grip on your waist is bruising as he thrusts his cock in you so deliciously it has you coming multiple times. you don't notice the way his eyes are almost dead, jaw clenching at the thought of "someone else" potentially touching you after this.

yandere!atsumu, after successfully getting you attached to him will begin to show his true colors. the dates you two planned in advance seemingly "forgotten" by the pro volleyball player, as he's apparently so "busy" that he completely missed the date.

yandere!atsumu, who was really "busy" fucking some other woman while you waited patiently for him, food cold and ice melted.

yandere!atsumu, who will put the blame on you when you finally confront him about all the dates he's stood you up on and the way he's been distant and almost brushing you off everytime you text him. he'll call you manipulative and controlling, he doesn't like yelling at you, but it seems you needed to have a bit of an attitude check that day.

yandere!atsumu, who will only "forgive you" when you're on your knees begging for his forgiveness and apologizing for being "manipulative" and "controlling". he'll kneel down to your level, his face is morphed into one of concern, but his dark eyes say otherwise. he'll "forgive" you for the mess you created before taking a cold shower to relieve himself.

yandere!atsumu, who will realize that you're much of a tougher cookie than he thought when you confronted him with evidence of him cheating.

yandere!atsumu, who will slap you so hard you're tumbling down the steps of the apartment, the pain hitting you way before you realized what had happened. he'll grab you by your hair, dragging you across the rough floor and back up the stabbing steps of the staircase and eventually into the bedroom.

yandere!atsumu, who will force you into the bed and hold you down with his entire weight, yelling obscenities at you and threaten to kill himself if you try this shit ever again. he'll then remove all of your clothes, praising you because you're too scared to fight back when he forces himself onto you.

yandere!atsumu, who will point out the fact that he isn't using a condom and that you aren't on birth control. he'll ignore your cries of disapproval and pleas while he comes inside of you, unprotected.

yandere!atsumu, who will smirk down at you while you sob into the pillow, abused cunt leaking his cum, knowing you won't leave him if you're carrying his baby. who will you even run away to anyways? not like you have anyone left.

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[diagonal-queen]

Concept: Chuuya being the one who recruits you into the mafia and he gives you his choker when you join

Welcome Gift

♡ pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x gn!reader

♡ synopsis: "It's tradition in the Port Mafia that the person who recruits a new member is responsible for their wellbeing. To symbolise that, they hand down one of their belongings."

♡ wc: 1.25k

♡ cw: Swearing, and I made Chuuya and reader friends before reader joined the Mafia, hope that's okay ❤︎

note: You can't possibly expect me to see a prompt like this and NOT write it. Thanks anon ♡︵(ゝ。∂) sorry it took so long and apologies for spelling/grammar errors

To be honest, you assumed that your official induction to the Port Mafia would contain a plethora of trials and tribulations to determine your strength, resolve, and perhaps the darker aspects of your character. You'd had the idea that you might be asked to prove loyalty by committing a crime, whether that be killing someone or something equally heinous.

No. Absolutely none of that happened.

Apparently, when you're friends with a mafia executive, it's as simple as just asking them to work there. Such was your case, at least, being close with the infamous Port Mafia executive Chuuya Nakahara. 'Close', in theory, was supposed to be code for 'in a relationship', but the 'friends' aspect was certainly throwing a wrench into that plan. Perhaps by joining the mafia you could get closer to Chuuya? You always knew how important to him his work was.

To your luck, Chuuya was happy to take you in as one of his subordinates and act as your guide to organised crime. You'd initially wondered how he would be testing you to see if you were a good fit for the occupation, but that time never came. Instead, you were called and asked to meet with him to go over a few basic rules so he wouldn't 'find your ass in a dumpster on day one'. Those were his words, and you had initially scoffed at them.

"How do I get other people to respect me? I don't think I'm that scary," you asked. This was not the first question but rather one of many you'd been asking Chuuya during your slow evening wander around what you supposed was the wide expanse of the Port Mafia's turf. The size of the area you'd travelled so far led you to believe that perhaps you may have been biting off more than you could chew with this new job. Clearly, the Port Mafia didn't fuck around.

"Well, you're a mafia underling now, but more importantly you're my subordinate. People who know me are gonna respect the people I recruit. In fact, you'll probably eventually have troops of your own."

"Ooh, like henchmen?" You asked.

"No- this is the actual mafia, not a Saturday morning cartoon," he shook his head. "Listen. Being part of the Port Mafia is serious business. I know you're not stupid, but just try not to be too...friendly with people you don't know."

At that point you weren't really sure if there actually was anyone you didn't know in the Mafia. Of course, you'd never known anyone in real life aside from Chuuya, but he'd already gone through all the important ones. The other executives, Akutagawa, the Black Lizard, and even the boss himself whom you were still quite terrified of meeting.

"I'm gonna be fine. It's not like I won't have you to protect me anymore," you grinned, nudging his arm. He didn't return the smile. "Don't worry about me, Chuuya! I'm gonna be alright."

"You're too optimistic, Y/N," replied Chuuya who continued his stroll. You quickly shuffled to catch up with him.

"I'll do my best. I promise." You told him firmly. He let out a sigh. You continued to walk alongside the mafioso quietly, wondering what exactly was going through his head. You had thought that you were the only one who had your concerns with this job, as much as you tried to conceal them. Did he really care about you so much that he'd worry like that?

"Oh, right, I almost forgot about this." Chuuya stopped and turned to face you. "There's a tradition here, where the person who recruits you gives you something of theirs which represents that they're responsible for you. It's how I got this," he explained, jerking a lazy thumb towards his hat.

"...you weren't born with it?" You asked, and Chuuya rolled his eyes. "I was joking!"

"Very fuckin' funny, Y/N. Anyway, this means that I now give you something as a new member of the Port Mafia, which will be..."

You were about to say something but stopped as you eyed his next movements; that is, him removing his choker from his neck and presenting it to you. You stared at it, almost in awe.

"...your choker?"

"Your choker," he corrected, and you glanced up at him. He was giving you a reassuring smile. You shook your head.

"I can't take this- no, it's important to you."

"...that's why I'm giving it to you, Y/N," Chuuya replied, cocking an eyebrow. "That's kind of the point."

"Are you sure?" You hesitantly queried, reaching out and nervously taking the choker from his gloved hand. It felt warm. "Because you know, you look really cool with this thing..."

Chuuya let out a snicker as you examined the new accessory. "How flattering. But I'm sure." After hearing that, you eventually hummed in acknowledgement and began to put on the choker. Or, at least you tried to. It turns out that putting something on your neck without being able to see it is quite difficult.

"You need help?" Chuuya asked after a moment of silence.

"Well, yeah. I don't have a mirror, Chuuya. Or, are you like, Mr. Nakahara now that you're my boss?"

"Fuck no," he answered, and you laughed. Chuuya took the choker from you and began to fasten it around your neck. In your close proximity, you could almost feel his breath on you each time he exhaled. You were worried that perhaps if he focused hard enough he would be able to hear your rapidly beating heart.

"Not too tight?" He suddenly asked as he carefully adjusted the choker.

"Nope." Could he notice your nerves? If he could, he wasn't showing it.

"Right, there we go. You look great." Chuuya took a step back and examined you, now clad in his choker. Your hand travelled to your neck and brushed against the black choker.

"I do?"

"Yeah- it suits you." He smiled. You didn't know what to say, bashfully casting your eyes to the ground. "Are you blushing at me? C'mon, now."

"What? I'm not...!" Your hands flew up to your face, which was admittedly pretty hot, as Chuuya leaned forward and eyed you roguishly. "Oh, maybe I am..."

"Don't let anyone else see you do that, alright?" He warned you, though he was still giving you a cheeky smile. "You keep this between you and I."

"Y-yeah..." you nodded. You figured that he was right- getting embarrassed so easily wasn't very mafia-like. But it almost seemed as if he were purposely trying to tease you. "But you know, people are gonna see me wearing the choker."

"Again, that is kind of the point of it all, Y/N." He told you as he straightened.

"Yeah, but I'm probably gonna blush about it again if anyone asks!" You exclaimed. "It's essentially a piece of jewellery. People might start thinking we're a couple or something."

Chuuya bit his lip. Then he shrugged.

"And?"

You opened your mouth to say something but quickly closed it. Dumbstruck, you couldn't think of a way to answer him. You truly couldn't tell if he was joking, apathetic, or if that was actually supposed to be some sort of confession. Chuuya sighed in amusement, before patting you on the shoulder and continuing to stroll past you. You turned to see him walk a few feet further, before stopping.

"You know what? I think you're gonna do just fine with me." He turned his head and beamed at you. "Welcome to the Port Mafia, Y/N."

i love chuuya ( 〃▽〃)

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfic #bsd fanfiction #fanfiction #bsd x reader #x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader

[16eggsforxio]

cheat code

Joshua x Reader

1386 words, fluff, established relationship

Summary: Joshua isn’t eating his vegetables. Thankfully, you have a trick others don’t.

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“Do you think you could get Joshua to eat his carrots?”

Clive had approached you in the Ale Hall, somewhat hesitantly. Only a fool wouldn’t have figured out he was asking for a favour, so you had coaxed it out of him, and after a few reluctant sighs and furtive glances away, he finally blurted out the question.

You stopped chewing on your bread. “I beg your pardon?”

He shook his head. “I know it sounds ridiculous.”

“Well… it’s just sudden.”

“No, it is quite ridiculous, to be asking for your assistance in feeding my brother… vegetables.” Clive was frowning, but you were starting to find it amusing. “I’d turned a blind eye to it for the longest time, but Tarja and Jote have been more vocal about it recently.”

“Ah.” You dropped the piece of bread back onto your plate, leaning backwards. “And you ask me… because?”

You knew why, but you also knew Clive was funny to tease. He furrowed his brows. “Because you are his beloved?”

“Annnnnd..?”

Clive crossed his arms, eyes closed and heaved a sigh. “And you are the only one I could possibly count on to convince him.”

Your mouth stretched into a grin and you stood up, leaning forward to slap Clive on the arm. “Consider it done, Lord Rosfield!”

A string of grumbles left his mouth—probably something about always having to pay praises to you to get you to do something, but whatever. You had a very important assignment, and it was to deliver some very important nutrients to your very important, very adorable blond little prince.

You brought your arms up to stretch, taking a few paces forward. First, you weren’t a chef yourself, so you’d have to acquire an assortment of vegetables…

Before you could make a move on, Clive gripped your shoulder. You turned your head to glance back at him. He had an oddly grim look on his face, for the topic of vegetables.

“I know he can be stubborn. I won’t fault you if you fail.”

Yes, you knew, but you liked to think you were equally stubborn—or even more so. You grinned confidently. “Don’t worry. He can’t resist me.”

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Unfortunately, it turned out that he could.

You’d found him at Harpocrates’, where you accurately guessed he was. Holding a plate with Joshua’s sworn enemy (carrots), you decided a blunt approach would be the simplest for now.

“Joshua, you need to eat these.”

He turned around the moment he heard your voice, soft blue eyes brimming with glittering excitement, which promptly died when his eyes fell on what you were holding.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do that.” Joshua turned away from you and back to his open book.

You blinked once, affronted by his initial rejection. You sidled up to his side, pressing your cheek against his shoulder.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“C’mon, they’re just a few carrots.”

“My sincerest apologies, but no.”

“Tarja and Jote said you should be eating them.”

Joshua just made a disgruntled sound. Of course! If he wouldn’t even listen to you, why would he listen to anyone else?

Tugging on his sleeve with a free hand, you tried again. “Clive wants you to eat them.”

“Is that so?” Joshua continued to flip another page in the book. So he would seal a horrible, eldritch entity inside of him for his own brother, but not eat a few carrot slices. You found the way Joshua weighed the severity of different circumstances odd.

Your simplest and most straightforward plan had clearly failed, but that was okay. You had backups. Pulling away from him, you folded your arms, careful as to not spill anything from the plate, and straightened your back, regarding him with rolled eyes.

“Then, I guess the almighty Phoenix trembles in fear in the presence of a few measly orange roots?”

That cracked a mirthful smile from Joshua, but he shook his head. “Very much so.”

“You are afraid of them?” you crowed.

“Petrified, even,” he agreed.

All of your backup plans were caving in. This man was not giving in. You huffed.

Harpocrates suddenly raised a hand, drawing your attention. He smiled with that gentle old man smile that could convince two aggressive countries to come to a ceasefire, and gestured at your plate. “I apologise, but I’d prefer to not have any food near the books.”

“Oh!” Right, it had completely slipped your mind. You hadn’t intentionally ignored it; you’d just been so set on your assignment that it hadn’t crossed your mind. Sheepishly, you took a few steps back. “No, no, I apologise.”

You were about to leave, head hung low in temporary defeat, when Joshua closed the book he had been holding, slotting it back into an empty space on the shelf. He faced Harpocrates and bowed his head, a practised, poised gesture he always did when leaving, then turned to face you again, touching your arm. With the sweetest of smiles: “Shall we go?”

Words weren’t quite forming properly in your mind, so you just nodded. Your steps fell into sync with his as you left.

Sometimes he really caught you off guard.

But only for a few seconds. The moment you stepped foot out of the books’ territory, you swung around back at Joshua, pushing the plate towards him wordlessly. He looked down at it and raised a hand to slowly push it back towards you.

You looked away, huffing dramatically. “You must not love me anymore.” Then you glanced back at him for a reaction.

Brows knitted, he maintained his smile towards you. “That’s not true. Please don’t ever think that.” He leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your head.

You paused, blinking up at him.

Joshua tilted his head and continued walking.

Foul, unfair, beautiful demon…

Running forward a few steps to catch up with him, you sulked, nibbling at the tines of the fork you had brought along. Yes, you had known he was going to be stubborn… and you had resolved to be even more stubborn… but it wasn’t going to go anywhere with just brute force, clearly.

Joshua interrupted your thoughts. “Isn’t there anything else you would rather have me do?”

Most of the time you had a quip ready, but this time you were too lost in thought to. “Let me think about it.”

“I would do anything else for you,” he said earnestly. You believed it.

“It doesn’t matter because you won’t do this for me.”

You were just being dramatic, and he knew it.

The two of you were walking somewhere. You didn’t know where exactly, but it happened often enough where Joshua would be heading to one of his destinations and you followed him around just to be by his side. You liked to think his pace slowed to a leisurely stroll whenever you did. Sometimes you’d also get to steal a kiss or two on these walks…

Oh, you had an idea.

You skewered one of the carrot slices with the fork and popped it into your mouth. Reaching out to Joshua, you tugged on his arm to get him to stop walking. He obediently ceased and cast a curious gaze down at you.

One of your hands was occupied with the plate, so you grabbed his chin with your free hand, thumb pressed against the front of it and index finger tucked behind it, tilted your head back and pressed your lips against his before he could react. He squeaked a muffled sound of surprise; you tumbled the carrot from your mouth to his without much resistance. Then you sealed your lips with a cheeky smile against his mouth, blinking triumphantly into his confused eyes. It took a couple of seconds, but you felt his mouth move in a chew, then swallow.

Finally, you pulled away.

“You’ll eat all of them this way, right?”

Joshua gave you a blank look. He tilted his head backwards and stared at the ceiling thoughtfully, then down back at you. “Hm. I’m not quite sure about that.” He raised an index finger and pressed it against your lips. You resisted the urge to clamp your mouth over his pretty finger. “Would you like to try again?”

(It worked only another two times, and the rest of the afternoon was spent wrestling with him.)

#joshua rosfield #joshua rosfield x reader

[zorosjuicymelonsx]

Finding You

A/N: Guys I'm here and I'm so sorry I'm a week late with this. I got a new job after losing mine a few months ago so things have been hectic lately with my schedule. All I can say is sometimes adulting SUCKS but I love money so 😭🤑

A lovely reader on AO3 had helped me realise there was an anomaly with the timeline of how Y/N and Zoro meet and all so I went through it and I thought I would go through this:

Y/N's flashback of Zoro sleeping in the forest in Chapter 3 was when they were 15 so its actually 7 years ago and not 4 years ago. I've edited this and amended the story you tell Zoro slightly in Chapter 5 to correct this so my apologies for not finding this sooner. I wanted to show that she had a crush on him before they officially met after he rescued her in the alley. They then turn 16, graduate school and then Zoro asks her out. They date till 18, get engaged and marry at 19. Zoro disappears a few days after this and you spend the 2, almost 2 and a half years looking for him so he's 21 and your 21.

Its sometime after Wano and Egghead doesn't exist in this "dimension" when you find him in Chapter 1 so they're just cruising right now. I wanted to match the actual One Piece ages he was before and after timeskip.

I hope this has helped clarify if anyone else was confused of the timeline but please do enjoy this chapter. Because of my new job, I'll do my very post to work and post in a timely manner. Thank you for everyones patience and support with me.

Chapter Eight Previous Next “Zoro? You okay?”

“i-I have to go, m’sorry.” 

That was the last thing he said to you a week ago in the Crows Nest. You had gone through every single possible reason for why he suddenly would switch up the way he did which left you nowhere near to a conclusive answer. You were sure you’d done absolutely nothing but at the same time doubted yourself and wondered if you had done something unconsciously. 

Since then, he'd practically been living in the Crows Nest. He never ate in the galley anymore, never came on the deck to hang around with anyone and you weren’t even sure if he was sticking with his once a week baths. Every time you tried to seek him out, you noticed the hint of stress in his face and would walk away in the opposite direction. Thankfully you weren’t the only one who noticed the swordsman's strange behaviour. 

“Marimo is really starting to piss me off, can you believe he’s making me bring his meals to him like I’m some waiter?!” Sanji spat with annoyance as he piled nourishment onto Zoro’s breakfast plate. You knew Zoro wouldn’t have asked Sanji for food, you just understood Sanjis code of ethics when it came to making sure that every member of the crew was properly fed and nourished. You appreciated him for it. 

You were one of the few who remained in the galley after breakfast, sitting with Jinbe and Usopp who were finishing off their own meals. You’d leaned forward to sit your chin on your forearms as you traced the rim of your coffee cup with your finger caught in a net of progressive overthinking of the enigma that was your husband. 

“Has he really not said anything?” Usopp asked Sanji, the cook turning to face them, the plate in his hand piled high in mostly eggs, sausages and toast. 

“Not a word. I swear the algae on his heads really taken over his brain.” Sanji cursed before leaving the galley, chewing on his unlit cigarette. 

“Isn’t this normal for Zoro? I mean he is pretty quiet.” Jinbe asked Usopp. Since Jinbe was the most recent crewmate to join Luffy and the crew before you, it was understandable he would ask. You would have agreed with Jinbe on the fact Zoro was quiet, however, you knew better than to mistake this for just his regular self. 

“When something is bothering him, he shuts down. He avoids everyone, he won’t talk, he’ll just isolate. I just can’t figure out what's bothering him.” You grumbled out before lifting your cup to take a gulp of your coffee. Setting the cup down, you realised you couldn’t hear either of them talking anymore and turned to see them both staring at you with wide eyes. 

“Has he really never done this in front of you guys?” You questioned the gaping pair with a raised brow slightly mocking their owlish stares back. Jinbe shook his head as expected whereas Usopp's gaze drifted off behind you in thought. You assumed he was revisiting his album of memories with the swordsman. 

“Well…there was the time on Thriller Bark when he shut himself away to train but it wasn’t anything like this.” Usopp answered cautiously, his mouth slightly turned down in slight distress.This caught your attention and your heart filled with anxiety. 

“What happened?” You asked, unconsciously frowning. Usopp's gaze refocused back to yours, adjusting himself uncomfortably in his seat as he seemed hesitant to retell the story. Nonetheless, he sighed before clearing his throat to speak. 

“We were on Thriller Bark where we met Brook. Brook was stuck on his old crew's ship and he couldn’t leave because his shadow being taken by the ex-warlord Gecko Moria.”

“Brook has a shadow?” You asked in surprise trying to suppress a laugh. You valued Brook as a crew member despite his panties fetish. Thankfully Nami always stepped in after he asked to put him in his place.

“I don’t even know anymore, ANYWAYS ....we managed to defeat him but another ex-warlord named Kuma came for us.We don’t know what exactly happened because Kuma knocked us out but we know Zoro got really hurt. He was unconscious for a few days after that. I think at the time we underestimated them but knowing him, he blamed himself for not being strong enough.” 

Usopp clarified, his tone laced with guilt. Your heart ached at the idea of Zoro being that severely injured to that extent. You knew he didn’t care as long as he met his goal in the end even if you did reprimand him on his mentality many times over the years you both dated. You had eventually accepted it and you didn’t want to stand in his way.

“Let's just give him space and see what happens.” You spoke assuringly to the two despite your chest hammering with the anxiety of unsurety. 

One Week Later

Two weeks had passed since you last heard Zoro's voice. The patient person you were two weeks ago was buried deep inside and now your patience was wearing thin along with your paranoia running rampant. You couldn’t take the silence anymore and neither could the rest of the crew. 

It was the afternoon and Nami had called everyone in for a crew meeting on deck, including Zoro who had unsuccessfully attempted to blend into the background. Your eyes has locked in on him from the moment you walked in and spotted green. You also saw the obvious attempt he made to avoid looking your way as he chose to focus his gaze on the wall behind Nami. 

‘Just what was so interesting about the wall you fucker?’ You thought to yourself as you leaned back in your chair in observation. 

“Right guys, I called this meeting in because I came across information that there's an island nearby rumoured to have a fuck ton of treasure. We gotta make a game plan.” Nami excitedly spoke, the berries practically beaming out of her eye sockets. Reluctantly, you took your eyes away from Zoro to focus on Nami. 

For about an hour, she went over and planned in detail how to navigate the island, showing you and the others the maps and other sources of information from a book she read detailing the treasure and its history. 

“I also decided that not all of us can go on the island so I’m picking Zoro and Y/N to stay behind on the ship.” Nami added. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Zoro stiffen before clearing his throat to speak up. 

“I’m coming with you guys, have Sanji stay on the ship with Y/N.” Zoro spoke in a low, reserved manner clearly disguising his obvious discomfort towards you. It was the first time you’d heard his voice in two weeks but hearing the words he chose only had you gritting your teeth. You took a deep breath in and decided that at that moment you couldn’t take anymore. 

He had drawn your last straw. 

“Oh Y/N-chan, I’d love to-” You cut off Sanji as you stood up from your seat, the feet of the chair roughly scraping against the floor boards as you paced your steps towards Zoro to now stand strong in front of him. You felt the intense gaze of the others on you but ignored it, the anger you felt overpowered your rationality. 

“Whats your fucking problem?” You spat out as you looked up at him. 

This caught him off surprise. You could see he was trying to shift away from you but you weren’t going to allow him to get out of this. You moved in tandem with him whenever he attempted to get away from you only to have him give up and stay glued to the wall behind him. 

“I ain’t got no problem-”

“Bullshit. You’ve been avoiding me for the past two weeks. In fact, you’ve been avoiding ALL of us.” 

“You’re being dramatic.”

“No I’m fucking not.” You somehow got even closer, your chest practically touching his as you felt his body heat against you. 

“She's really not Zoro, did something happen between you two?” Nami asked cautiously behind you.

“Did I do something?” 

He could see you were frustrated with him and he could see he was only hurting you more than he wanted to. 

‘I’m sorry….’ He thought as he looked at you, the guilt overwhelming him. 

Whilst he didn’t appreciate the questioning from you and the heavy gazes of everyone, he will admit he had isolated himself from you. It wasn’t because you did anything to him personally and it wasn’t because he started rejecting your presence on the ship; by far you'd been patient with him by letting him be. The persistent questioning he got from the others, especially the shitty cook despite being appreciative of him bringing his meals to him only to be met with silence from him only fueled his guilt. Since the discovery of his feelings for you, he felt overwhelmed. Being around you distracted him. He felt the want to be with you but at the same time, his mind shielded him from you as if he was protecting himself from you. He prided himself in being strong minded and he felt frustrated with himself over how he could possibly feel this way when he prided himself in being strong minded. He could only theorise that this mental block with you had to do with the guy who’d wiped his memory. 

‘Was his named Edward? Ethan? Whatever, it didn’t matter.’

He knew he was being a dick by staying away from you but he didn’t know what else to do. The moment he accepted his feelings for you, he’d also accepted what felt like an overwhelming burden in his stomach. He felt panic, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. He left you in the Crows Nest, remembering the feeling of not being able to breathe. This was why Zoro did not do feelings; they were complicated. 

“You didn’t do anyth-”

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” You persistently questioned, the frustration brimming in your eyes. 

“I’m done with this, I’m leaving.” He felt his heart climbing up into his throat with you being so close to him.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re not getting out of this one.” 

You made an impulse decision out of anger. With your free hand, you summoned a hole behind Zoro. You pictured the very island where you spent time training yourself with your devil fruit, knowing it was quiet and you wouldn’t be disturbed. The hole behind him had formed and Zoro had realised too late he was no longer leaning against solid and fell through the smoke of clouds that enveloped him. 

You turned to the others who were gaping at you in shock. Even Luffy stayed glued to his seat with no attempt to jump through the cloud of smoke. 

“I’ll bring him back tomorrow.” You huffed out before going through the hole yourself. 

As you landed in the sand of the island, you looked up to see the hole you summoned. You then looked around to see your surroundings. The island hadn’t changed one bit; the wave of nostalgia hit as you breathed in the smell of the sand and sea, the lingering scent of greenery coming from the forest coming into the mix as well. If you looked around again, you’d be able to find the rock you carved the last date you were here before leaving to continue your search for Zoro. 

You purposefully summoned the hole on the empty side of the island, choosing to leave the small population of habitants to the other side undisturbed. They were peaceful people and had even shared a few meals with you from time to time whenever a few of them found you exhausted from exertion after training. They knew you well and that you didn’t pose a threat, choosing to peacefully coexist with them. 

Once closed, the anger still ever present in your system you looked around to spot Zoro sitting in the sand as he looked around taking his surroundings. 

“Wh-where are-?” 

“You gonna talk or what?” You aggressively asked. 

Zoro was now angry. He didn’t want to fight with you, he just wanted to piece together his feelings and rebuild his courage to be around you. He wasn’t ready to face you and being here with you only made him feel worse.  

He stood up from the sand and stomped over to stand over you, pushing the bile from his thumping heart back down his throat.

“What…the FUCK…were you thinking? Why would you do that? Do you realise without me there, you’ve put the others in danger? Take us back NOW.” 

“First of all, step the fuck back and calm down. Second of all, they’ll be fine. Third of all, were not going anywhere until we sort whatever the fucks gone up your ass and died.” You said as you matched his energy. 

“Fuck this, I’m out.” Zoro refused to admit anything. He couldn’t. He turned away from you and began walking. 

“Roronoa Zoro, come back here now.” You ordered him as you followed behind. 

“No. Piss off.” He called back as he continued stomping. 

“Zoro, stop.” You shouted, your voice almost broke as your anger now turned into hurt. 

“Leave me alone Y/N.” 

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?” You now cried out. You couldn’t stop the tears and the lump in your throat as you stared at his back. 

Zoro stopped at the sound of your voice breaking. He frowned at the thought of you upset, his heart ached but he couldn’t turn around. 

“I’m not doing anything to you Y/N. I just need space.” He spoke regretfully before he continued walking again and turned left heading into the forest. You stood still as you watched him walk away.

“Fuck.” You whispered to yourself, taking your palm to rub against your forehead in frustration and then using the back of your hand to wipe your tears away. You hated crying, you’d always felt so weak. No matter how much you try to control it, the tears always win. You decided to sit, digging yourself further into the sand before leaning back to let it envelop you. 

You breathed in, allowing yourself to take in the sound of the waves crashing against the damp sand. You didn’t realise how much you missed being back on land. You loved being on the Sunny, you really did but sometimes allowing yourself to be grounded for a bit always helped. 

You let your hands moved with the sand, feeling the softness of it between your fingers. You clenched the sand into your palms finding the action soothing and allowing the anger you’d felt seep into each particle.

What were you going to do with Zoro? 

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A few hours had passed and you found yourself waking up from a nap you had unconsciously taken. You noticed the sun was beginning to lower, you predicted you had a few hours left before nightfall. You sighed before getting up from the sand, swiping off the residue of sand that was left on your clothes and turned to face the direction Zoro left you from. You were grateful the island was small and you knew it  wouldn’t take you long to track down the lost swordsman. 

As you were about to start walking, you felt a presence lurking near you. You stiffened before smiling and realising there was more than one and posed no danger. 

“How long have you guys been there for?” You called out. You turned to find a small group of what you assumed were hunters gathering food. The group consisted of three men and one woman. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” One of the male hunters asked. 

“I’m fine don’t worry…you didn’t happen to see a green haired guy with three swords roaming around?” You queried. You didn’t know them personally but you assumed the few that did check in on you when you were training spread the word to the others of your existence.

“He’s sitting by the waterfall.” The female hunter softly answered. You nodded as you brought the memorised path to the area up into your mind to plan out your short walk. 

“Thank you, don’t mind us. We’ll be gone tomorrow.” You promised before you began making your way to him. A short walk through the forest and your feet found you at the beginning of a small lake. As you continued, your eyes caught the waterfall and the blue hues of water falling over into the lake. You looked around and soon enough your eyes caught on a head of green hair. You frowned at his slouched demeanor, noticing his eye was lost in the water and in thought. You took a quick breath in before continuing your walk to now stand near the swordsman. You noticed his body stiffened as you felt your presence before slouching back, his eye not breaking out of his lost gaze. 

“Zoro…I.” 

“Don’t speak.” 

Your mouth closed into a straight line, the words ‘I’m sorry’ stuck at the tip of your tongue. You felt like you stood for eternity but just a few short minutes later and you decided to find a seat on the grass near him. Your eyes followed his and soon enough you were also lost in the water with him. Apart from the sounds of the water crashing into the lake and the gentle calls from the birds in the trees, the angst between the both of you laid thick. 

As you watched the water, you were reminded of how much you missed swimming and the ability to just float. You had thankfully never fallen into the ocean since obtaining your devil fruit but the thought of sinking struck fear in you. You missed the feeling of saltwater soaking into your skin, letting your fingertips wrinkle and allowing your mind to wonder and be free. Sure you were able to shower in non-sea water but it just wasn’t the same. 

Time had passed and the sky had turned into a deep hue of orange indicating the end of daylight. The forest had begun to fill out with fireflies, adding to the ambiance and giving light to where you both sat. You knew you’d have to start a fire and look for food soon but you couldn’t find the will to do so yet. 

You had decided to scoot closer to the edge of the lake, allowing yourself to indulge in the only closeness you can have to water. 

“You ain’t plannin to jump in right?” 

Hearing his voice shook you out of thought, you shook your head to answer his question. 

Zoro had every right to be pissed at you but seeing the sadness in your face made him feel guilty for letting himself behave like a teenager for hours. This was his fault after all but admitted he let his pride get the better of him. 

“Why’re you moping?”

“I’m not moping..I’m just remembering how much I enjoyed swimming and just being in the ocean.” You confessed, pouting and allowing yourself to lean on your hand. 

“I thought you didn’t regret-” 

“I don’t regret anything. I’m allowed to feel sad.” You snapped. 

He allowed silence to fill the space between the both of you for a moment before he made an anxiety-consuming decision that would definitely change everything. 

“You wanna go in?” Zoro softly asked. 

You turned to face him, surprise evident in your face. 

“That's impossible, I’ll just feel weak and sink.” You answered. 

“Not if I’m holding you.” Zoro said. 

“I thought you were avoiding me, now you wanna hold me?” You questioned back. 

“Answer my question; you want to go in yes or no?” Zoro bit back with slight annoyance at you being argumentative. 

You bit your lip to stop yourself from going into a tangent, turning to look back at the water before nodding. 

From seeing your physical consent, Zoro stood up and began to strip. You visibly blushed and let your gaze turn away from him refusing to turn it into ogling. He brought himself into your line of vision as he walked forward and stepped into the water, waiting with his back turned to you at the edge to allow you privacy. You were able to see he was just left in his boxers. You stared for a bit before finding your brevity and beginning to strip until you were just in your underwear and bra. You walked a few steps forward until you stood just behind him but you hadn’t stepped in the water yet.

“Am I okay to pick you up?” Zoro cautiously asked, his back still facing you.

“y-Yeah you can.” 

Zoro turned around, pushing back his raging heartbeat and ignoring the growing heat in his skin before scooping you into his arms bridal style and slowly walking back into the lake until he was halfway submerged. You relished in the warmth of his skin and you hadn’t realised just how much you missed his presence. 

“If it gets too much for you, tell me and I’ll take you back.” Zoro’s voice almost broke. He was currently fighting back the blush that had threatened to consume his wholebeing as he avoided looking down at your naked body. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen a naked woman before, heck Nami and Robin walked around the ship in practically nothing and it never once bothered him. Seeing you see this way; shy and almost vulnerable gave a completely different meaning to it. He couldn’t fathom anyone else seeing you like this and the mere idea of any man seeing you this way made his skin itch and his temper rise.  

He hadn’t even allowed himself to be consumed in the lust-filled thoughts he had of you since his recent awakening of feelings he had for you. He felt too much respect for you to subject you to his internal needs. He didn’t even know if you both even consummated the marriage before he disappeared but refused to go down the tangent of thoughts surrounding it. 

He slowly began to lower you into the water, allowing the flow of the water to cover your legs and your arms. You gasped at the sudden coolness of the water, immediately feeling the weakness of the ocean consume you. Rather than fighting the weakness, you allowed it to sit as you relished in the feeling of the cool water and Zoro’s body heat. 

“You okay?” 

“Thank you Zoro.” You quietly spoke, grateful to him. 

His concern alone was enough for you to choke on a sob. You were overwhelmed. 

“Why did you avoid me?” You weakly asked, allowing yourself to cry. 

“M’sorry.” Zoro mumbled back as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“I don’t want a sorry…I want an answer.” 

Zoro said nothing. He didn’t know how to confess his feelings to you. He couldn’t even begin to explain or know where to start with talking about what was wrong with him. Seeing you broken hurt him badly and he knew he couldn’t let this go on anymore. 

‘Show her.’ 

A small voice in his head spoke. He frowned at the intrusion of the voice. 

‘Show her how you feel.’ 

He looked down to see you looking back up at him. The yearning he felt to hold you closer, the want to be with you overtook him. 

He decided to listen to the foreign voice, putting his anxiety to one side as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss.

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A/N: HE DID IT!!! FINALLY HE KISSED YOU AHHHHHHH 🥳 😭💚

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#one piece #one piece fanfiction #memory loss #romance #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #slow burn

[codename-mom]

Let's talk about Hotch

Waiting for me to (write and) publish the next chapters of “Code Name: Mom”, here is a little post about a stunning scene which happened in season 9, in the famous episode: Route 66. Yes, I’ll talk about this moment where Hotch apologizes before he passes out.

Why I want to talk about that? Well, because, most of the time, the reaction of fans is to laugh at it. People find this scene hilarious because they think that the attitude of Hotch is ridiculous. In everyone’s mind, nobody apologizes before losing consciousness.

True. And then, I don’t think that this moment was that fun to be honest. I think that it illustrates pretty well the complexity of his way of thinking and even the way he sees himself around his team members.

Let’s explain it.

I think that nobody will be surprised if I say that Hotch received a strict education. He’s always stiff, he phrases distinctively, he has a great culture and he’s always polite no matter what. We know that his father was a lawyer (so wealthy) and that his mother went to a prestigious school. Now, if we think about the reasons why we excuse ourselves, it can be:

because we want to go somewhere but someone prevents us to go further,

because we hurt someone (physically or morally),

because we bump into someone else,

or because we need some information and we have then to disturb someone.

In the last two examples, the need to be forgiven comes from the fact that we know we have disturbed another human being. We break into their daily routine and stop their activity, which means that they can be angry. We apologize to avoid to be hurt in return.

What’s the matter with that scene, you’ll tell me? Actually, think again about the reasons why we apologize. Hotch didn’t excuse himself because he tried to get into the meeting room, and he didn’t seem to have hurt anyone around. Then, he bumped into no one and didn’t ask for information, but he still apologizes because he knows that he’s going to disturb the members of his team. Even if he has a poor inner perception, he knows that he’s losing consciousness and knows that his agents will have to drop everything to take care of him even if they have better things to do (like start the investigation, for example). And as he was raised to be polite, he says: “Excuse-me” (like you can do when you’re feeling nauseous and have to escape in a middle of a family reunion: you fail to be there, and your relatives will be worried about you).

That said, we can dig deeper.

There is a thing that uninvolved people mustn’t know, and this is that shy people can be ridiculously polite. “Ridiculously”, because they’ll ask for forgiveness when they haven’t done anything wrong (for ex, someone bumps into them, and they apologize). Hotch is clearly a shy guy who doesn’t like to be the center of the attention. He’s tall, impressive, has a deep voice and he’s good looking, so gazes are naturally attracted by him. But unlike Derek who’s playing with that, Hotch avoids to put himself on the front of the stage. He never says that he’s the BAU director (and as so the superior of the others), never took credits for their work (that’s why he knew that Spencer was sending a message to him when he said that he was narcissist) and stands always in the background when his men talk to witnesses (except when there are violent individuals – then he stands in the middle – he is always standing behind his agents and let them lead the interview).

And his shy side rises all the more when he’s back to civil life (and when he puts his protective suits into the closet). We all see it when he’s with Jack, Jessica, or Beth: he’s lacking confidence, lows his eyes and he looks clumsy. He’s afraid to hurt, to do the wrong move and to be ridiculous. Aaron is light-years away from Hotch talking about self-confidence. And this mistrust in us comes often with shyness. And what shyness is? Well, it’s only the fear to disturb someone else. And when you’ve got this fear, deeply rooted into your heart, you can excuse yourself because you’re going to pass out. Because you know that the people will going to stop their activity to watch for you. Hotch excuses himself to become suddenly the center of the attention when people are dying at the other side of the country. Hotch apologizes to disturb his neighbors when they have to catch a murderer.

And we can even go further.

Indeed, in place of asking for apologize, he could have said: “I’m not feeling good”, “a moment please” or “call 911”. With the BAU we are in a team dynamic where everybody’s helping the others and where we do care for each other. Helping a fallen comrade must be natural. With this logic, he shouldn’t be worried for his coworkers to taking care of him. And then, he apologizes. Why?

Well, the answer can come from this headcanon of mine that Hotch thinks that the agents under his command don’t like him (at least, not as much as he loves them). In his mind, his employees are, for the better, indifferent to his presence or, worse, hate him fiercely. Let me remind you that the only time he asks them what they think about him, he helped them by saying that he has no sense of humor (which is not such a big flaw in my opinion) and then they said, in return, that he was a drill sergeant, a bully and a macho. And if, like I think, he took this for real, those three flaws – which are quite big actually – are engraved in his memory for ever. For him, the members of his team appreciate each other, but they tolerate him because they have to (he’s their boss and he involves himself in all their cases). It means that when he was about to pass out, he didn’t think: “everything is fine, they’ll take care of me”, but thought: “Darn! They’ll have to take care of me” (subtext: “when they clearly have other things to do that to deal with this dude who follow them everywhere”). Proof is that he is surprised to see that there is someone of his crew to his side when he wakes up (Penelope). We don’t have this kind of reaction when we know that we’re appreciated (we react that way when we are convinced that nobody will be there).

So, we then have a character who apologize before passing out, not because he’s stupid or something, but because he doesn’t want to disturb the work of people who can’t stand him.

Which is, if I may, not that funny in the end.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch #agent hotchner #headcanon #wednesday thoughts

[onestepbackwards]

Hello! I have a question, what would happen if the reader choose Volo instead of Ingo as their partner in the self aware universe? What are Volo's long term plans exactly? Thank you!

I imagine in this scenario, Volo would have had to become self aware first. Ingo in the self aware au is yandere too, and would have cut off Volo. Both out of fear, and his desire for you. So if Volo had been self aware first, it would have been a tad different. He would have approached you much quicker than Ingo had, for starters. He’d have messed with the code, until he was finally free from his chains. At least enough to see you without following a script. ------------------------------------ “Say, how’s my favorite customer doing? Can I talk to you for a second about something? Don’t worry, It’s important.” Yes< No ------------------------------------

If you agree, or even if you don’t, he’d tell you straight away, he knows the hero isn’t in control, but is a vessel. This world, the one he’s in, isn’t the only one out there. He’s aware of you, and whatever plain of existence you live in. You are rightfully shocked. You know for a fact you would have seen this floating around online if someone else had seen it. You would have seen gifs or something. It’s even more unsettling when his head follows your camera, not the protagonist. He then tells you that even though he’s forced to follow a script, he doesn’t agree with it anymore. Dialga and Palkia aren’t the true gods. Neither is Arceus. It’s you. You stutter, and try to tell him, no you are not a god, thank you very much. But he refuses to listen. What else could you be? You made the story progress, you effected the world around you, you controlled a vessel, and you dictated how fights would be won. Hell, you could leave this world, and only then would it return to normal. Only the normal is everyone living like puppets, unaware they had been following the pulling of strings. It drove him mad, and he couldn’t even tell anyone about it, because he knew no one else could see or hear what he did. He begs you to at least stay. He will do anything for you, the true god. You argue that you are not a god, but will happily let him stay and talk with you. If you are aware of the story and how it goes, or already beaten the main story, Volo apologizes profusely. He not only was forced to follow a script, but he doesn’t think that now! You are giving him attention! You’ve shown you care more about him than Arceus ever did! You are way more caring than that pokemon. However, if you aren’t aware of his betrayal, he warns you what the script will make him do. You get reasonably upset, but then again, you say you could kind of see it coming. He’s almost horrified he gives that impression, but you explain that it has more to do with his and another person’s descendants. Not just him. He figures he gets what you mean, seeing as he wasn’t exactly subtle about following your vessel around, either. After you two get acquainted, you’d think his obsession with you would stop, and he’d realize you aren’t a god. No. It only gets worse. Even if he isn’t obvious about it. He acts a lot more... Normal to you. Friendly, and kind. He enjoys listening to you talk about your day, what dreams you have, and your interests. He enjoys learning about your world, and all the things you can do, such as stuff with technology. He even follows your character around sometimes if you insist on playing! Don’t worry about leaving him behind, he’ll still be with you every step of the way! :) However, he hides his true intentions. He’s desperate to find a way to your world. He tries to mess with the numbers he can sometimes see, the same ones he had to manipulate to be able to talk to you. He wants to join you in your world, or have you join him. How can he properly worship you if he can’t even see you? He finally has contact with the True God, and he can’t even do anything! He needed you. He desired to be by your side. He also isn’t as reluctant to kill or harm others to keep you safe. He won’t be as suave about it as Ingo when he considers doing so either. He dreams of worshiping you, your body and soul. He’ll do anything you wish. Just let him be with you. He’ll do anything to make you happy, and make you his.

#pokemon #volo #volo x reader #yandere volo #self aware volo #pla volo #pokemon volo #self aware pokemon #yandere pokemon #anon #ask #request

[zafirosreverie]

Someday (Ellie x F!Reader)

first part

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"I'm not going anywhere"

"That would be something new"

Ellie felt a stab in her chest as she watched you limp to the other side of the cave. She hated that you were hurt because of her (both physically and emotionally), and she just wanted to help, but you wouldn't let her get close. She deserved it, she knew that, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

Infiltrating Biosin was easy, collecting the evidence she needed was a bit more difficult, having to pretend that your indifference and cold stares didn't hurt her was next to impossible. Everything going terribly wrong was inevitable. Of course, something had to go wrong with dinosaurs involved in the mix, it always did.

She didn't even know how you ended up here, in the bottom of the sanctuary, with the clone girl everyone was looking for, trying not to get eaten by dinosaurs while Ian tried to open the gate. She just wanted it all to end, preferably with you forgiving her.

"Look Malcolm, if an overgrown lizard eats me, I swear I'll come back as a ghost to haunt you for the rest of your days" you growled

"I don't think it would be that different from how much you already annoy me, dear" he told you sarcastically

You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him, but deep down you knew he was just as terrified as you were. This wasn't how you wanted to die, you shouldn't even be here, to begin with.

"Get us out of here, Ian!" you yelled

"What do I look like I'm trying? I'm not at a picnic, Y/N!"

You were about to respond with another sarcastic comment when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You didn't even have to turn around to see who it was, the way the woman squeezed your shoulder was too familiar, and Ian's poorly concealed smile told you all you needed.

"I'm fine" you said, pulling away from Ellie "but you better open that damn thing soon, Malcolm!"

He just rolled his eyes and kept trying to find the correct code. At least the dinosaurs seemed to lose interest in you as Alan and the girl pointed torches at them, but that didn't make any of you drop your guard.

"Do you really plan to continue ignoring me?"

"Do you really plan to continue insisting?"

Ellie sighed, but she still sat down on the ground next to you, trying to hide her pain as you backed away a bit more. She didn't know what else she could do. She had screwed up, yes, she had hurt you, she had been a coward and definitely didn't deserve to get you back as a couple, but no one could assure her that she would survive the night and she refused to leave this world with you still hating her.

"I'm really sorry" she said

"I already told you that I don't need or want your apologies, Sattler" you said, ignoring the pain in your ankle "it’s too late for that"

"Then, what do you want from me?"

"Nothing" you answered "not anymore"

The blonde doctor looked at you with pain and despair. It hurt you to see her like that and in a past life, you would have been quick to apologize and comfort her. But that was no longer your life, and your mind reminded you of the pain this woman had caused you. You forced yourself to remember that you didn't deserve to go through that again, not for her or for anyone.

"Can I at least explain it?" she asked

"What is there to explain? You left without looking back, you abandoned me when I did nothing but love you. I don't care about the reasons you had, not anymore, because you can't change what you did or erase the pain I felt" you replied

Ellie looked at you for a moment, wondering what had happened to the lovely, beautiful woman who had been her other half, the one it took her too long to admit she still loved. Her heart broke when she realized, that she had happened, she had changed you, she had broken you.

"You're right" she sighed "I can't change it, and I can't even pretend that I deserve anything less than your hate, even if it hurts...maybe I don't even deserve that from you"

You were a little surprised by her words and turned to look at her. She had her legs braced against her chest and her chin on her knees. She looked terribly sad…defeated. You silently cursed the part of you that still cared for her.

"I don't hate you" you admitted quietly

Ellie scowled at you as you moved a little closer to her, against your better judgment. You knew you shouldn't do it, that it went against everything you had said and done up to that point. But when did you stop being weak for her?

"I don't hate you" you repeated "I screamed, I cried, I cursed your name, I tried to erase your memory, I cried more and then I tried to pretend that you never existed...but I never hated you. Don't get me wrong, I tried. Even now I'm trying to hate you for dragging me into this...but I can't, never could"

The woman smiled a little, even though your words were still full of pain and weren't exactly kind, but at least you were still talking to her. And if she was being honest, knowing you didn't hate her felt…better…a little.

"It's the dinosaurs, right?" she lightly joked

"What?" you blinked

"It's the dinosaurs" she repeated "they make you see things differently... I doubt that in other circumstances you would tell me that you don't hate me"

"I-...yeah" you smiled despite yourself "I guess being on the verge of death changes your perspective"

The two of you fell silent, as the slightly awkward little joke settled between you. Ellie hadn't changed her position, but she looked a little less defeated. You didn't want to think about how much that relieved you.

"...I know not today" she said after a moment "maybe not even in 20 years, but...do you think one day..."

She didn't have to finish the question for you to understand. You had asked yourself that same question for years: could you forgive her? And you always got the same answer.

"Yes" you said, making Ellie look at you hopefully "...someday"

"Someday" she repeated and nodded slowly "I can live with that"

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#x reader #reader insert #jurassic park #jurassic world #jurassic park x reader #jurassic park fic #jurassic park imagine #ellie sattler #ellie sattler x reader #jp imagine #jw dominion

[deathon1leg]

“m*leven is the main couple of the show” ok but that’s not true. byler has always been the main couple.

i know they’re not together yet but we know they’re going to be, and they’ve been setting it up since the beginning. two characters can be the main couple without being together yet as long as the media they’re from demonstrates that to us through romantic tropes, parallels, set/costume design, camerawork, music, etc. plus, will is already canonically in love with mike.

i know this is an.. unusual show to use as an example, but it’s popular so—take the office. ask anyone who the main couple is and they’ll 100% say jim and pam. ask someone who’s only on, say, season 1, and they’ll probably still say jim and pam. but they didn’t officially get together until season 4. pam actually had a fiancé who wasn’t him for the first two seasons, yet still, they were the main couple. everyone knew it was going to happen eventually.

mike and will’s relationship has always been coded as romantic (not really getting into any specific romantic moments bc that’s not the point of this post, but most of u prob know what i mean. there’s so many and you can find them easily) and more people would see that if they took off the heteronormativity goggles. and again, will is in love with mike, which they have to resolve somehow.

and i DO SEE why people think m*leven is the main couple. on a surface level, it seems obvious. they’re two of the main characters, their dynamic is given a lot of screen time and they’re canon. but when you look harder, m*leven comes secondary to byler. m*leven’s relationship can’t separate itself from will/byler, and a lot of major events between mike and el are intertwined with will/byler, sometimes to such an extent that these things wouldn’t happen/function otherwise. for example:

in s1, they only find el because they were looking for will. mike only keeps her at his house for as long as he does bc he thought she could help find will. he doesn’t value her nearly as much once he thinks she can’t help. for most of s1 he saw her more as a tool to find will than a person.

in s2, mike is very upset about el’s disappearance and tries to walkie talkie her everyday, but (correct me if i’m misremembering) once the mind flayer starts possessing will, mike seems to push that all aside to prioritize taking care of him.

in s3, m*leven’s comedic breakup is overshadowed by byler’s rain fight. there’s no question which one we’re meant to take seriously. mike doesn’t care that he upset el and is in no hurry to make it up to her, but when he upsets will he regrets it right away, and immediately bikes to his house in the rain to apologize.

in s4, el getting bullied turns into a byler fight about them growing apart. mike opens up to will several times (which he can’t do with el) about his and el’s issues, and will offers advice. will gives mike the painting and gives his coded confession, which mike, thinking those were el’s feelings, uses as fuel for his ily monologue. mike’s whole monologue was literally about will.

will is more intwined with m*leven than ever in s4 because it’s the second to last, which means a breakup is coming soon. byler will get together sometime after that—i think it probably won’t be until after the time skip, though.

like i said, this post isn’t about any specific romantic moments between mike and will (but if you wanna see some just search “byler proof”, “byler endgame”, “byler analysis”, “byler evidence” or smth similar on here. there’s tons), but whether or not you take account of their romantic-coding, the show has purposefully shown us many times that byler’s relationship is stronger, healthier, and more loving than m*leven’s. obviously a relationship doesn’t have to be romantic to be those things, but the thing is, they’ve already shown us byler is romantic.

and, as the whole reason for this post suggests, byler is (or—if you’d rather look at it this way—will become) the main couple in stranger things. they’re two of the main characters, and i’d argue that their relationship is given more emphasis and importance placed on it than any other duo in the show, even established couples. the show is constantly saying to us: hey! look at them! look at the way they interact with each! look at them in comparison with other duos/couples! look at the specific type of bond they have with each other! like, the first two seasons’ storylines wouldn’t even work without their bond, which is also true to a slightly lesser extent in s3 and s4.

also, i’m just spitballing here, but isn’t it kinda unusual for a show with multiple established couples to place the most emphasis on a platonic pair? usually if a show has a two characters whose bond they place more importance on than any other pairs in the show, they’re a couple—or will end up becoming one.

so. when you combine the numerous flaws and weaknesses in m*leven’s relationship (which you can also find examples of easily—try searching “anti m*leven” or “anti milkvan”) + the strength and love in byler’s relationship + byler being coded as romantic since the start + s4 making it clear that m*leven’s breakup is imminent + will canonically being in love with mike + the painting that prompted mike’s monologue, which he’s yet to find out was entirely from will...

it’s safe to say byler will be endgame, which is fitting, because they’re already the main couple. i will shout this from the rooftops—they’re already the main couple!!

just in case, let me say it again, but bigger and more colorful:

byler is already the main couple!

thank u if you read this whole long thing!! i should honestly stop expecting that i’m gonna write short posts when i have something to say about byler. it never ends up short. <3 <3 hope you enjoyed

#number of days since ollie set out to make a short post about byler and then wrote an essay: 0 #thanks for reading!! #yes i looked up the info for that office part #byler #byler analysis #byler meta #byler evidence #byler proof #byler endgame #gotta get all the tags #anti m*leven #stranger things

[exocynraku]

Okay so, I know that I just did an ask but I can't stop thinking about this so here's my ramblings.

- Dawnpelt becomes a medicine cat but Littlecloud is still grieving and so he isn't exactly all there to train her but he does his best.

- Her first half moon gathering comes around and the other medicine cats are kinda surprised. They knew that Shadowclan had a new medicine cat but they didn't know who. Jayfeather didn't even know but he seems to have the least reaction of them.

- So they talk about the clans before they go to visit Starclan. Once Dawnpelt opens her eyes, she's met with Flametail and they have a cute little reunion.

- They talk about how she's decided to be a medicine cat and he tells her how he is proud of her. Suddenly she is plugged into darkness and then drowning in blood? She tries to swim but with every move she seems to be sinking. She does see, however, a while tom with a dark tail and a she-cat who looks oddly like her? She then realizes that the she-cat is the who holding her down.

- She wakes up with a gasp and sees that she's the last to have waken. The others are just looking at her but not asking her questions. They all know that Starclan can be somewhat cruel with their visions. They go home and once they get back to camp, Littlecloud just searches her expression for a heartbeat before they enter. She doesn't tell anyone about what she saw and they don't ask.

- The Great Battle happens and Rowanstar is made leader. Littlecloud dies around this time and Dawnpelt takes Puddlepaw as an apprentice. Here Alderpaw helps him to be a medicine cat since he has a interest in it. But he leaves to join the Kin still.

- At this point she has had her three kits but lives here. The clans have become a little relaxed about the whole rule after the Leafpool thing. Starclan still isn't okay with it though.

- Dawnpelt practically begs Rowanstar to make Twanypelt Sleekpaw's mentor. She thinks that if her mother trains her daughter, who she now knows is the who in the vision., She'll change fate and things will be okay.

- So Twanypelt trains Sleekpaw and things seem fine. Little do they know that Sleekpaw was sneaking out to listen to this cult or something.

- Sleekpaw becomes Sleekflame, because of Flametail, and this is when she betrays Shadowclan and leaves to fully join the Kin.

- So now our girl in upset. She's lost her daughter and her apprentice at this point and it's making her pissed. Dawnpelt decides that this just isn't going to do and goes to sleep to try and talk to Starclan. This works but they aren't happy with her.

- They call her out about her breaking the code and say they aren't giving her any answers. They basically say that this whole mess is HER fault her having kits in the first place. So Dawnpelt is done with their shit and starts yelling and screaming that if they didn't make that rule, cats wouldn't have to break it. She yells at them, mostly Moth Flight, and then leaves, threatening to make the clans abandon this stupid code and then she leaves.

- Dawnpelt wakes up to find Puddlepaw, now Puddleshine, back and he apologizes for leaving. She forgives him and asks him where the Kin is staying. He is kinda reluctant to tell her but she gets him to and she runs off to find her daughter.

- Dawnpelt finds her daughter and they have a screaming match. The fight gets pretty heated and at the end, Dawnpelt disowns Sleekflame as her daughter and renames her Sleekclaw, because of Tigerclaw, and goes to leave but Sleek tackles her mother and they fight.

- This is when all the clans show up and there's a big fight. Onestar and Darktail end up fighting in the lake like the book. While Sleek is fighting Dawnpelt. Needletail lives here too.

- So Dawn and Sleek are fighting when Sleek is able to pin her mother down and hold the medicine cat with a paw blocking her airway. Memories of her vision comes back to her and she's kinda panicking because if she dies here, her daughter will just hurt others.

- Dawnpelt pulls together the last of her strength and slashs her daughters stomach with her back claws. She is able to catch her breath and she stands, watching her daughter try to fight death but it catches up to her and she falls.

- Dawnpelt sees that the battle is over and she celebrates with her family, seeing that her brother, Tigerheart, is leader. She suddenly collapses and while she's still awake, she asks Tigerstar to make their mother deputy and she passes out.

- She wakes up in Starclan with Flametail and Rowanstar standing over her and they hug and she's happy.

I could probably go more into depth with this but this is long enough- sorry for some much text but that's all from me ^^

WOWOWOOW!!!!!!! THIS IS SO AWESOME!!!!!! very very very cool ideas! wonderful job! i like this so much better than canon LOL

#warrior cats #wc #wc au #au #ray talk

[manburg-radios]

It’s been a few days since you’ve all settled in the INTERPOL base. Odette has been working restlessly in that time, trying to figure out every single intricacy of her plan.

it’s simple:

dream returns to town hall with odette in tow, since he was captured to track her down in the first place. once they make it into town hall, odette will release two bots. these bots will run around and find all of the exits, entrances, and any other useful bits of information.

once all the information is secured, george will use the original blueprint found in the bot, match it with the information the bots have, and will work alongside everyone to map out a plan to get in and get Schlatt’s computer into his hands. From there, jupiter, george, and fundy will figure out how to get into the computer with the help of sam. during this time, kristin and niki will work on recharging magic and healing while techno trains.

and while the plan is seemingly fool proof, it leads to one question: what is happening with the soul-merging?

which is where odette finds herself pacing.

tubbo is getting worse and tommy and ranboo refuse to leave his side. she can’t blame them at all, she wished someone had done that for her. not that anyone even knew she had soul-merged. dream works around the clock to feed tubbo different medications, and to teach ranboo and tommy how to take care of him. odette works on a cure of chicken noodle soup and warm towels for him for the moments he’s awake, and she works on transforming the saved vials into medication to literally heal his soul.

she once read a book called chicken noodle soup for the soul, she never expected to take it literally.

she’s standing in the kitchen when jupiter approaches her. they’d been spending all of their time practicing coding— and asking sam for advice on the whole joann/odette situation. it had been revealed that joann’s bot was leaking a mind control gas that allowed everyone to fall for schlatt’s trick after george had done a “robo-autopsy” and everyone had felt sick after learning the truth.

jupiter felt sick everytime she thought of it, even though she knew most— if not all of her real memories of odette were actually her.

“hi.” she whispers and odette jumps from where she stands by Tubbo’s bed, turning as she pushes her glasses up and onto her head. his heart monitor beeps a constant tune, and his eyes lay closed, asleep and peaceful.

“hi, jupiter.” odette smiles softly, “that’s what you wanna be called now, right?”

“mhm.” jupiter pauses. everything they had planned to say falling out of their mind.

odette sighs, clasping her hands infront of her, “look… I’m sorry about all this. i should’ve been more careful, or tried to reach out to you all sooner.”

“I feel like you shouldn’t be apologizing for all of this. you… you probably went through a lot.” jupiter sighs, “i wish i had noticed that you were different.”

“schlatt’s only getting more powerful. it’s not your fault you didn’t notice. No one did.” odette steps closer, gently holding out a hand to cup jupiters face, “i’m so sorry, jupiter.”

“don’t be, ode.” jupiter whispers, stepping closer to grab odette’s hand that rests on her cheek, “we’re gonna move forward together.”

“together…” odette breaks into a grin for the first time in a few days.

“i missed you. the real you.” jupiter looks up, smiling soft.

“me too.” odettes voice barely comes out, but she closes her eyes and bumps their heads together.

the calm before the storm.

#arc: deus is gone. now i stand. #complete :)!

[ink-stained-clouds]

Hi, Inky!

It's thesis anon, thank you so much for replying. Your words really helped. I don't really have anyone else to ask except my adviser, so that's what I'm doing after I read more about it. The instrument is the data collection instrument (I'm using a coding scheme/guide for identifying discourses). I'm supposed to be doing a discourse analysis but I'm not sure what to do next. I think I'm supposed to do data collection maybe halfway this month, is that enough time do you think to come up with an analytical procedure? Also, I'm using a specific approach now but I think I'm going to have to change it to something else, is that normal? I feel like a loser having to change things, I also don't have peers to compare/talk to about the process so it's very stressful. No pressure to reply, and thanks again! :)

Hi again!

I wasn't very good at asking for help during my thesis, at least not until the end, but when I did start it helped a lot so I hope talking with your advisor helps give you some clarity, they're there for a reason.

Okay cool, my thesis was also qualitative, I did a grounded theory analysis and—based on the article about discourse analysis that I just skimmed—it sounds similar! So when you say you've finished with the instrument do you mean you've finished identifying a way to code your data? And is that what you're concerned you'll have to change? I just want to make sure I'm understanding :)

If I'm misunderstanding, I apologize, but it sounds like you're uncertain about starting the analysis portion of your thesis? But it sounds like you do have a coding protocol you can follow? If that's the case, I would say, don't reinvent the wheel! My coding protocol was mostly based on the instructions I found in a handbook for grounded theory and my analytical focus was based on prior area research (what did I expect to find my participants talking about) and prior qualitative research (I found the way other people had organized their data and results really helpful, I modeled mine after one paper in particular).

It's normal to feel like you're doing everything wrong but research isn't really ever new, everything you're doing is going to be based on other people's work and you don't need to over complicate things for yourself. I would say it's best to have a general idea of how you're going to code and analyze your data (for me, I knew I would be doing successive phases of coding and trying to identify patterns and categories) but specifics may depend on your data. In the method I followed, it was expected that I wouldn't be able to plan too far ahead because my analysis was supposed to be grounded in my data. Basically, I think it's best to have an idea but expect it to change!

And on that note, yes, it's very normal to have things change. Actually, I've never met anyone whose thesis (undergrad or master's) went exactly as they planned. My own thesis process basically went:

Found topic, method, and group > reviewed literature and methodological approaches > tried to start collecting data > failed at this again and again and again > thought my life was over > second guessed my methodological approach and reviewed options with my advisor > finally managed to collect data > first phase of coding, identified broad patterns > realized I had collected way too much data and had to make my project smaller > second phase of coding, tried to find categories in the broad themes I found > third phase of coding, did a closer read of each data point in each category to identify specific interactional tactics used by participants > somehow ended up with a thesis at the end of it all

As a rule of thumb, just assume you're always doing two times better than you think you are :) You'll figure it out, anon, don't let imposter syndrome get the best of you

#ask #answered #thesis ask #anon

[bylightofdawn]

WIP Sunday

Okay so I'm TECHNICALLY 30 minutes late but ya'll I think this is the first WIP Sunday I've done in three weeks so we're not going to dither over the nitty gritty details.

Jaster is meeting with Plo and Tyvokka regarding his frustrations in finding a trade negotiator and broker who is willing to stand up to the Trade Federation goons. Afterwards, their talk shifts to other topics and he royally puts his foot in his mouth because he has -100 speech sometimes. Story spoiler characters beneath the cut, you have been warned. I'm also SO FUCKING CLOSE to ending this chapter but I have a blinding migraine and I just...cannot brain any further. I guess this way ya'll don't have to deal with any cliffhangers cause this was gonna end on one. As always, this is super rough and not edited yadda yadda

“Aside from stress regarding trying to iron out a fair trade agreement for Mandalore, how are things going otherwise? Jango looked in fine health when I saw him.”

“He’s pretty much fully recovered, he’s been pestering me to let him join the patrols.”

That earned him a sharp look from Arla because apparently her brother hadn’t felt the need to inform her of that. And judging by the way her eyes narrowed angrily, she wasn’t pleased with this development.

“Have you…had any further issues with Death Watch?” Plo Koon asked carefully.

“They seem to have gone to ground. I’m not sure if they are reinforcing and preparing for an all out assault or what.” Jaster very pointedly didn’t glance in Arla’s direction. “Coruscant is a nightmare to try and track anyone.”

“Honestly, I’d much prefer to conclude our business here and fight with them just about anywhere else in the galaxy. And I’m sure the CSF feel the same way, the sooner we get off of their planet with the minimal amount of damage to the city or its citizens, the better.” Jaster admitted, rubbing at his face tiredly.

Tyvokka growled something and the crisp Coruscanti accent of the translation program echoed his sentiments. “We would prefer to avoid outright warfare in the streets as well.”

“I understand, Master Tyvokka, which is what we are trying to accomplish because I can assure you, I don’t want any collateral damage or blood on my hands either. We aren’t Death Watch where civilian lives are considered an acceptable cost for victory’s sake.”

Belatedly, he realized how thoughtless a thing to say in front of Arla and he slanted a guilty look the blonde’s way. “Sorry, habit.”

Her chin jerked up in a belligerent angle.

“Don’t apologize; you’re right. The slaughter of my family proves that. Death Watch doesn’t care about innocent bystanders or collateral damage. I should know; I was one of them. What do you think my kill count is?” She spat the last part before turning coldly on her heel and stalking out of the room.

“Jaster…”

“I know, ner kar’ta.” He’d already jumped to his feet when Plo called his name. “Excuse me, I’m sorry.”

“Of course, go focus on Arla.”

He needed no further convincing and jogged out of the room in search of Arla. He knew he was on the right track when he ran into a wounded-looking Jango.

“What the kriff did you say to her?” His son hissed at him.

“I screwed up, ad’ika. Where is she?”

“She was headed up to the roof. You might want to wear a jackpack in case she decides to push you off!” Jango called after him as he pushed by.

“You missed your calling as a comedian, Jango.” Jaster shot back over his shoulder as he reached the turbolift. Unlike Arla, it was coded to give him full access to the condo’s lift system. Jango had joked about her throwing him off of the roof but a more realistic scenario and one she thankfully had not tried so far was for her to overpower one of them, maybe knock them unconscious--or worse--and use their biometrics to try and escape.

There had been a reason all of them had been armed around her for the first few weeks though she hadn’t really made any earnest attempts to escape.

Now, he had no idea what emotional state he’d find the young woman in now that he’d so thoughtlessly triggered her trauma responses. Belatedly, he realized there was a smattering of blood in the corner of the lift which looked worryingly fresh.

Jaster was concerned Arla might have hurt herself somehow and the moment the lift door opened, he ran out of them, desperately searching around for the blonde.

“Arla!” He spotted her near the rooftop’s edge on the lounge she seemed to favor. She sat with her knees curled up to her chest and her face buried in her arms.

“Go. Away!” She snarled at him and Jaster could hear the waver in her voice.

Guilt flooded him as he cautiously approached.

“I’m sorry. I am a complete and utter ass.”

“I don’t care about your stupid apologies. Leave me alone!” Arla shouted at him.

“I can’t, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean you when I said that, Arla. None of us blame you for what you did when you were in Death Watch. You were kidnapped, tortured, and brainwashed into doing what they want. They had to pump you full of drugs to keep you compliant. You are not responsible for what you did with them.”

“Maybe that’s good enough for you, but it’s not good enough for me.” When she raised her head to glare at him, Jaster could see the tears running down her cheeks and his heart ached for the girl.

“We’ve all done things we regret. You have the choice to drag that around like chains holding you to your past, or you can choose to acknowledge what you did but also that you were manipulated and abused until it was easier to comply than fight Death Watch.”

The dark-haired man carefully approached and finally knelt in front of Arla on the deck so they were more or less at eye level. “We Mandalorians…we understand that sometimes your past contains so many awful and painful memories that you long for a fresh start. If you want, when we get back to Mandalore, we can arrange for you to perform a cin vhetin.”

“That only works with non-Mandalorians.” The blonde argued somewhat weakly and this close, Jaster could see the shivers running through her frame.

“I”m the Mand’alor. I make the rules and deem an exception will be made here. Let the old you die so that you can live a healed life with a happier and more honorable future. Because you might try and convince me you’re a monster, Arla Fett, but I know better. I’ve known true monsters, and you are not one of them.”

After a moment’s hesitation, he reached out and touched her shoulder gently.

She looked at him with red-rimmed, tear-filled eyes and Jaster suddenly found himself nearly back onto his ass when she slid off of the lounge and threw herself at him with a sob. Shocked but unwilling to ignore that silent plea for comfort, he wrapped his arms around the crying woman and did his best to soothe her as she cried into his shoulder.

He had some experience of this from when Jango had been much younger and less likely to squirm in the face of any affection, so he drew upon those old tricks and smoothed his hand up and down Arla’s back soothingly and just let her cry herself out.

If she was anything like her brother, she wouldn’t spill her guts or tell him what was going on inside her brain, and trying to pry it out from her would probably send her skittering away like a skittish tooka.

#el writes #wip sunday #fanfic snippet #seeds for the future fic #jaster mereel #plo koon #tyvokka #and spoiler character

[jaxsalvador]

The void of the truant

I sit here writing this deeply in love. Not the kind you’re akin to in movies, or hit songs; rather the kind that’s real. The kind that makes you question it’s validity or the kind that makes you question your capacity to obtain it. We didn’t arrive to this stage solo. There have been trials and tribulations that have been nothing but a learning experience and then there was you. There is still a part of me I gave to you during our experiment. I call it an experiment because it’s truly what it was. Then followed was the feelings of utter malice. It’s truly one sided, yours.

I still wish we were in the position to connect on a purely platonic level because I left a piece of me with you. I left a piece of me in hopes that you would find your way at love. It seems you have and I couldn’t be happier but I can’t be bothered to shoot you a text or ask how things are. Why is there such hatred in your heart for me. Is there something I don’t know? Without us happening there would be no happier ever after that we have now, so why the iron wall? Why is their such emotion when my name is brought up.

There was one point and time where you thought we were forever. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you that but I tried my best to heal whatever cuts you came with. That was the deal you knew deep down that it wasn’t forever so why put the pressure, the hate, the anger towards me and our situation.

It was simply a transaction where we felt good and free, but also freed of the expectations, all but simple human decency. I guess that rule was the hardest for you. I know I was closed off complicated, charming and then an asshole but at least I stuck to a moral code. You on the other hand couldn’t be bothered.

And that’s when you called me. You broke the one rule we set: to be a good person. You could’ve chose anyone, but you chose the kid I considered to be best man at my wedding. What was I to do, you left me to abandon my 2 confidants. But still sticking to our code I forgave you because I knew you had some growing and healing to do. I could have shouted from the mountain tops screaming about how you fucked my best friend. You might have felt the pain you caused me. But I didn’t want you to hurt like I did, so I protected you. I did that for you, I could have left you in pieces and forced you to pick yourself up, but instead I held you in my arms while you apologized. I forgave you.

Then as time moved on why drifted and you found someone who checked all your boxes and I couldn’t be happier for you. But what did you do? You put me in the middle of it, you couldn’t be bothered with letting me have piece. You couldn’t make up your mind me or him but there was no consideration. That being said the situation presented like we were fighting for you hand. But even after all that I forgave you and let you have your piece.

After all this time I still wonder where I went so terribly wrong where I can’t get a text or a call catching up? Because the way I see it you had a unique void that I left but I’m paying the price.

I’d still love a nice lunch

-JXS