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lucysometimeswrites · 3 years

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Hey can you please make a award season one but for a latina reader, if you would like you can keep the tom element. Sorry I'm asking again I accidentally deleted the last ask I made. I love your writing, you are amazing.❤️☺️

thank you thank you so much ur so sweet and of course! here you go and i hope you like it :) absolutely loved writing for latina!reader

Awards Season (latina!reader)

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“Here to present the award for Best Actress in a Leading Role, please welcome Meryl Streep!” the host announced. A roar came from the audience at the mention of her name, the very acclaimed actress welcoming the attention and making her way to the microphone.

“Oh, stop it” she said and waved them away, earning a laugh and even more cheering from the theatre. “If I’m honest, I really considered not presenting this award because it breaks me inside to give the Oscar to someone else when it’s rightfully mine” she said in a funny, raspy evil voice, resembling a witch, “But you know, sharing is caring or whatever. Alright let’s get to it.” she continued dejectedly, still joking.

“This year, we have been blessed with beautiful films and, along with them, incredible performances from beautiful and talented actresses. Viola Davis, your abilities to embody different characters and raise awareness to ongoing issues in society has always amazed us, and it does once again in Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom”, Meryl announced, the camera going to Viola who was sitting about 10 seats to my left, the audience (including me) applauding and praising her. Literally all of her performances are incredible.

Could I still believe I was here? Definitely not, and not any time soon. From small skits to my big break with Tom Holland in a stupid rom-com that I didn’t even want to make, to now. Tom knows it’s nothing against him, it’s just that I haven’t learned to appreciate romantic comedies the way he has, but the thing I loved most from doing it was finishing it with Tom. He had become such an important person in my life since that moment, what with guiding me through the newfound world of fame and being there for me when I joined the Marvel franchise, it was just more than I could ever dream of. Now I sit here at the freaking Oscars, with Tom Holland as my date, and having done one of the greatest films ever, nothing could keep the smile off my face. Or the nerves.

My leg kept bouncing up and down, a nervous action I often did and one that the guy beside me had caught on to real quick when we first met. His warm hand gently squeezed my thigh, and I turned to look at him a little surprised.

“Hey, it’s okay” he softly said, his gaze soft and comforting.

“I didn’t even realize I was doing it” I answered in the same tone, whispering a thank you and letting my hand rest on top of his, weirdly interlocking our fingers.

Meryl turned to where Olivia Colman was sitting, “Your Majesty,” she started, referencing her portrayals of royalty and causing her to chuckle, “your moving performances have always left us wanting more, and I’m sure that is what I and everyone felt when we saw you in The Father” a big smile broke out on her face, and cheering ensued once more for our queen, or at least one of mine.

“Aging is some we all go through...unfortunately,” Meryl uttered into the mic, touching up her almost white hair, “and you, Cynthia Erivo, made us relate to your character this way with your brilliant acting in Reaching 39″, that woman is simply amazing, I thought as I clapped and cheered with the audience.

“My dear Kate,” the camera panned to Kate Winslet, who just stared fondly at the woman on the stage, “watching you grow as an actress has been one of the pleasures of my life and you reach new heights both professionally and literally in Misdemeanors”, she is such an icon, oh my.

Finally, Meryl Streep turned to look at me in the front row with a grin on her face, and I quickly got into “camera mode”, as I like to call it. I sat up straighter, looking at her with gentle eyes and smile.

“Señorita Y/N Y/L,” she started with the heavily accented Spanish word for Ms., “with your entrance into the world of filmmaking, you have set new expectations for all of us to reach. Even though this is your first nomination, I feel in my heart it won’t be the last, and we can’t wait to see more of you like we saw with your extraordinary performance in Paraíso” she finished, bringing a big smile to my face at her words. Turning to the camera, I became a bit shy and gave a small wave, feeling Tom squeeze my hand in comfort and another hand on my shoulder from behind. I turned to see Salma Hayek, one of my co-stars in the film, who gave me a strong nod and smile, loudly saying “Eso!” as a cheer for me.

“And the Oscar goes too...” ayyyyy no ay no que nervios que nervios que nervios me muero- all of this going through my head repeatedly but having to put on a smile and a calm façade for the camera was exhausting. Tranquila, tranquila, si no ganas está bien igual solo el hecho de estar aquí ya es lo más-

“Y/N Y/L, Paraíso!” Meryl announced, and all I heard were screams and loud clapping from around me.

Shocked, I looked up with wide eyes and my jaw going slack a little. I felt a buzz fill my body and the idol on the stage beckoned me up, when I realized I hadn’t moved. I slowly stood up and instantly turned to Tom who quickly pulled me into his arms with a strong hug and whispering in my year, “I knew it! I knew you would do it darling. I’m so so proud of you babe, go get your award!” not giving me a chance to answer as he gave me a quick kiss and turned me around in the direction of the stage. Still in a bit of a daze, I didn’t see Salma, Eugenio (Derbez), and Benicio (del Toro) make their way to me, ambushing me in a group hug as they started jumping around and sort of with me, chanting “EH! EH! EH!” like Latinos at a party and causing me to laugh and come back to my senses. I hugged them all and continued to the stairs, stopping to hug my directors Guillermo del Toro and Alfonso Cuarón.

I lifted my dress as I ascended the steps, and in true nervous fashion, stumbled and almost face planted in front of thousands of people.

“Uy, mierda” I chuckled to myself, and accepted the help of none other than Chris Evans who lent his arm for the remaining steps. I thanked him with a smile and after his Congrats!, I made my way to Meryl who held the famous award in her hands. She handed it to me and pulled me into her embrace, saying “Beautiful job, sweetheart, you’re amazing”, and all I could answer was “Oh my, thank you so much, you’re the amazing one”, sharing a laugh with her and standing in front of the mic.

I looked out into the audience, who were still giving me a standing ovation. Almost like a camera in my head, I tried to ingrain this moment in my mind and took a deep breath, starting my speech.

“God, I really hope I don’t forget any words in English right now” I said with a breathless laugh, inciting one from the people below me. “Thank you so much. Thank you to...um...so many people. To the Academy for this great, great honor. To my fellow nominees for inspiring me every single day. Being in the same room as you is already insane, let alone being nominated with you, it’s just- it’s truly out of this world. Viola, Olivia, Kate, Cynthia, you are my literal idols and if I could physically cut this Oscar into five pieces,” I said as I made a motion of cutting the award and humoured the audience, “I would give a piece to all of you. Um, thank you to my team, my agent, Victoria, te adoro y te agradezco for believing in me and helping me live out my dream. Sorry, I’m probably gonna switch between languages during this.” I said with a laugh.

“Paraíso was a project that, for me, came out of nowhere. But for my extraordinary directors los señores Guillermo del Toro and Alfonso Cuarón, it was a life’s work so to you, gracias por darme la oportunidad de darle vida a Marielos and for giving me the experience of a lifetime. Salma, Eugenio, Benicio, Gael, and all the cast and crew, thank you for becoming my second family and supporting me every step of the way. It has been my honor to work with you” I said with a hand on my chest, showing that I was speaking from my heart and smiling at the kisses and cheers sent to me from them, hearing a crazed Te amamos! from Eugenio. It eased the tension in my body which I was incredibly thankful for.

“I also want to thank-” I stopped, getting a little choked up, “ha, sorry, it’s my family that couldn’t be here” I said, a wave of claps and cheering in comfort came from the audience. Quickly composing myself, I continued, “Ya, okay. All the way back home, lo hice! Familia, les dije que no les iba a agradecer si me ganaba un Oscar algún día por no creer en mi y hoy es ese día, pero no me lo perdonaría si no les agradezco. Gracias por apoyarme a pesar de que yo sé que les dio un ataque que quisiera ser actriz. Gracias por siempre estar ahí para mi, por quererme incondicionalmente y por enseñarme que trabajando duro todo se puede lograr. Los amo infinitamente.” I finished, with tears threatening to roll down my eyes. I tilted my head to the sky to prevent them from falling, and with a deep breath I turned to Tom who had his hands in a prayer stance while looking intently at me, the same smile from before still gracing his face.

“Tommy...” I started, and the audience audibly awed at the nickname, “Oh, you don’t even know what I’m gonna say to him” I said with narrowed eyes, but my gaze found my love once more.

“Thank you so much for being my rock ever since we met. I’m beyond thankful for you and all you do for me, baby. You make me the happiest and thank you for pushing me to do things that scare me. For being there for me in case I fall and for being my person. Te amo, amor.” I blowed him a kiss which he caught and jokingly used to wipe his tears, making me and the other celebrities laugh.

Please wrap up, I read from the screen, and let out and “Ay, perdón! I gotta wrap up sorry sorry” hurriedly finishing up my speech.

“Lastly, this award goes out to all the Latina girls out there with big dreams. Nunca se den por vencidas. No dejen que nadie les diga que no porque de que se puede, se puede. Querer es poder! I love you guys, my fans oh my gosh, thank you thank you, gracias!” I rushed out, raising the award to the air with one last big smile as Meryl guided me backstage to answer some questions. Just before I was off sight, I turned and looked out to the stage once more.

Lo logré...

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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"Black Magic" *Part 11*

Ooops I MAY have lied before....

More angst comin 'atcha babes.

I'm sorry. We're getting there, I promise. I just love watching you cryyyyy!!!

I'm just kidding I love you all please don't stop reading my stuff.

(fun fact these are Raul's actual hands! It's from a LOF promo. THE FINGIES THO)

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So weird note here it won't let me edit this post on my computer for some reason to add the link to the new chapter and it looks stupid in the app but whatever....I hate this place sometimes. 🤨

You went the next day straight to Rafael’s office, but when you walked into the DA’s building, it was empty. What the hell was happening? Has the whole world gone nuts?

Before you turned to leave, one of the other assistant’s came out of the public bathroom.

“Hey YN, didn’t you get fired?”

“No-- Yes-- It’s a long story,”

“Well either way, I thought for sure you'd be the first one over to the church,” She chuckled.

“I'm sorry, what?” You felt your heart stop.

“The church? Where your subject of obsession is getting married?”

“I'm sorry, WHAT?”

“People talk, Y/N. Word is you’re obsessed with Barba, screaming at him and his fiancée like an unhinged psycho,” She tried not to laugh at you.

“I…” You began to have another panic attack.

“He can't ..how did she...he CAN'T….” You started hyperventilating.

“Ooookay I'm gonna leave you here for your mental breakdown. She scoffed and walked out. You immediately bolted out behind her, dialing Maria’s number, thanking God she gave it to you the other day.

“Hola?”

"Maria he's….he's getting married,” You gasped for air.

“Y/N? What are you talking about?”

“Rafael….he’s getting…” You tried to breathe. “He’s getting married, RIGHT NOW.”

“That doesn’t make sense, Raffi would never rush into something so--”

“You said it yourself Maria, that’s NOT Rafael,”

“You’re right. Well if there’s any trace of my Raffi, there’s only one church he’d get married at. I’ll text you the address and meet you there.”

“Okay…” You started to cry as you caught your breath.

“Hey, mija don’t give up yet, it’s not over!” Maria assured you.

“Okay…” You breathed, and hung up the phone.

-----

At the church you and Maria dashed around to find the groomsman room. You found it and Maria guarded the door.

You busted in without knocking to see Rafael straightening his tie, his tuxedo jacket hung on the mirror. He turned and stared at you in confusion.

“I...I’m sorry sweetie, are you lost?” He had concerns in his eyes. Concern for a ‘stranger’. You hoped it was because he knew you deep down, but you also knew Rafael was just a wonderful man who cared for all.

“You can't marry her Rafael” You said breathlessly, tired from running around the church.

“I��m sorry, what?” He half laughed, grabbing his jacket to put it on. You put a hand up to stop him.

“Because you don't love her,”

“I don't? Really?” He gave you an amused smile.

“No! She's using some kind of spell on you.” You cried.

“...Okay, is this some kind of prank? Is this Carisi’s idea of a joke?” Rafael continued to laugh, looking down the hall to see if Carisi was waiting to yell “GOTCHA COUNSELOR!”

“No, look you have to believe me. She’s been giving you an elixir that makes you think you’re in love with her.”

“...Um, okay seriously, this isn’t funny anymore sweetie,” He stopped laughing.

“I’m not kidding!” You stomped your foot,

“Look honey I’m-- I’m sorry, you must be confused. Did you come here with someone or--?” He put on a patronizing voice.

“I’m not some mental patient Rafael, l'm Y/N! Don’t you remember me? Look at me!” You stepped in front of the mirror.

“....No, I can’t say that I do. Really sweetie you need to--”

“STOP calling me sweetie. STOP patronizing me, and fucking LISTEN to me!!!!”

“...Okay, fine. Then I’m sorry you crazy person, but get the hell out of my dressing room,” He turned serious.

“No! Look listen to me Rafael, you don’t love Liv. She has you under some kind of bat crap crazy concoction of spells to keep you under her control!”

“Okay you’re ACTUALLY insane, how the hell did you get in here?”

“I came with Maria,”

“Maria? How do you know Maria? Oh did MARIA put you up to this?! God I know she was pissed I told her not to come, but to send a mental patient--”

“I’m not a fucking mental patient!” You yelled.

“And I’M not under some kind of bizarre spell,” He yelled back.

“Ok then….why do you think you feel stronger and stronger about Olivia every day?” You asked.

“Are you kidding me? Um sweetheart that's what you call being in love. You fall more and more everyday.” he scoffed.

“Not like that and you know it.” You challenged. “It doesn’t feel like that, I know it doesn’t. I KNOW you find it weird,”

“You don’t know anything about me. I love Liv and--”

“Then why are you doing this SO fast?” You cut him off.

“Excuse me?”

“You barely proposed to her a few days ago-- which by the way, NOT your idea,” You rolled your eyes.

“Wow...you are really...are you stalking me or something?” He narrowed his eyes.

“No, but I know you. You wouldn’t just rush into something like this,” You told him.

“It’s not rushing, honey. We’ve known each other for YEARS,” He scoffed with a laugh.

“Then why? Why now? Why is it SO urgent that you get married RIGHT now?!” You stomped your foot.

“BECUASE I LOVE HER YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!!” He screamed in your face angrily.

“No, you don’t! You didn’t take her to Maria, you didn’t take her to your special place. But you took me,” You didn't back down, you matched his volume as tears lined your eyes.

“And why would I do that? Because I was in love with you? Did I just forget an entire relationship with someone I’ve never met?” He was still yelling.

“No I--” You looked down in shame.

“You what?” He crossed his arms.

“.....I used it first,” You said softly.

“Excuse me?“

“I used it first, okay?” You said tears in your eyes. “I used an enhancement spell on you that made you fall in love with me for a day,”

“Ohhhh I SEE,” he chuckled mockingly. “So what you’re really saying is Olivia is playing your game, just better?”

“NO!” You screamed. “No, the stuff I used only enhanced stuff you already felt. Hers FABRICATED them. And I only used them for ONE DAY, because I love you enough to not want to keep you for myself if it’s not real,”

“But you just claimed it was real,” he pointed out.

“I didn’t know that at the time-- LOOK,” You grabbed his hands. “The only thing that matters is that Olivia is trapping you,”

“With magic.” He looked at you again with amusement.

“Yeah…” You didn’t like this.

“That I assume she got from you?” He nodded at you.

“No she used black magic, I used good magic,”

“Oh right right, the good magic that manipulates feelings. Of course,” He nodded sarcastically.

“Dammit Rafael I’m telling you the truth! I know the real you is there, deep down somewhere. I know he is and I know how he feels about me.

“Right...look you need to let this insane crush of yours go, lady. I don’t know how you know who I am, but I have zero clue who you are,”

“That's not true. I know that's not true,”

“Oh really?” He laughed sarcastically.

“You look like a penguin,” You simply said.

“I'm sorry, what?” He continued to laugh mockingly.

“You look like a penguin,” You looked into his eyes, trying to distract him so you could pour the vial you had in your bra into his coffee next to the mirror.

So now you're just resulting to insulting me? Look you--- Oh my god what the FUCK are you doing?!” He grabbed your hand before you reached the cup. He held it and stared wide eyed at the pink vial.

“What the FUCK is wrong with you? Did...Did some criminals send you? The Diablos have pretty girls doing their dirty work for them?”

“What? No--”

“Ohhh wait,” He became sarcastic again. “So you try and counteract ‘Evil’ Olivia’s ‘magic’ with your own ‘good’ magic, is that it?”

“...I mean--”

“Alright I was tolerating you before, but if you don’t leave RIGHT now, I’m going to call security.” He swiped the vial from you and smashed it on the ground.

“NO!!!!” You dropped to your knees in devastation. That was the one thing-- the ONE thing, besides--- Well, there was no fucking way you were getting anywhere near his lips at this point. You racked your brain, trying to think of something, anything.

“....Your middle name is Eduardo,” You said softly, still on your knees.

“...What did you just say?” Rafael’s face went from amused to shock.

“Your middle name is Eduardo. You tell everybody that it's Antonio but really it's Eduardo. You don't want anybody to know your real middle name because it’s your father’s name,”

“How did you--” He tried to ask but you weren’t done.

“Eduardo used to beat you and because of that you hate him and you don't want anything to be associated with him.” You stood up, not breaking eye contact.

“....How the hell… “ He looked at you. “...You DID use magic didn’t you?” Rafael gasped.

“Yes but I--”

“You used magic to read my mind didn’t you? You used it to manipulate me and try and use my deepest secret into trying to make me think I loved you." He looked at you in disgust.

"No, it's not--" You tried to explain, but Rafael wouldn't stop.

"...That we had this perfect day together, that-- that what I bared my soul to you because I was so safe with you? So IN LOVE with you?" He spat.

"You ARE!!!!" You were crying now.

“Alright that’s it I’m calling security….” He muttered angrily.

“No! Wait, Rafael please...just….just look into my eyes,” you begged. Maybe if he stared at you, he’d remember that day when you held him and planted that memory. You went to grab his hands but he pushed you away from him.

“Get the hell away from me you psycho! SECURITY!” He moved past you and opened the door. “SECURITY!”

“No! Rafael! Please, oh god please, please PLEASE you have to remember. Remember I told you about my Broadway dream, just like yours” He was looking down the hall for a security guard, you were still yelling at him.

“Stop it.” He tried ignoring your words while looking both ways down the halls.

“...And and I told you about how my parents died and you said that you used to play and dance and sing at your abuela’s house because it was the only place you felt safe--”

“STOP IT!” He threw his hands over his ears.

“And then you told me that it wasn't until you met me that you felt that safe again. With ME!!!!” You were sobbing now, trying to get him to remember.

“SHUT UP!!!!!” He screamed, his eyes flashed a bright neon purple. Suddenly two men grabbed either of your arms and started dragging you away.

“Look, Rafael--” You fought the security guards.

"What?" Rafael held up his hand for the guards to stop and let you talk.

"Just answer me this: Even if, EVEN IF you think that I-- I used some mind control and 'took' that memory from you-- have you told Liv?"

"Told Liv what?"

"That story, that memory. Your real middle name!" You felt fresh tears falling, and you swear you saw the purple fade for a moment in Rafael's eyes.

"...Of course I have--" He shook his head with a sarcastic laugh.

"No you haven't. I know you haven't, because I straight up ASKED her what your middle name was, and she said it was Antonio," You smirked at him.

"Well, that's because I haven't had a chance to tell her--"

"You can lie to me all you want Rafael, but you need to really ask yourself why haven't you told her? In the YEARS that you've been 'in love'? Why have you never felt safe enough with her to tell her your deepest darkest shame? Does that sound like 'true love' to you? Does that even compute with what you THINK you feel about her?"

Rafael eyes darted back and forth, purple and blue swirled around violently as he took in your words. But he fought them, and shook it out of his head.

"Whatever, stop trying to play mind games with me you witch," He waved his hands for the guards to take you away, but you added one last thing:

“I’m going to go to your favorite spot in the city, the one place you go to when you’ve had a really long day or a bad day in court. If you go there, and I’m there-- you’ll know I’m telling the truth.”

“Yeah, OKAY. He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be busy getting married, psychopath,” He nodded for the men to drag you out but you broke free and walked out yourself, at least you’d have dignity.

You walked out of the church and broke down in tears. Both Maria and Chloe were waiting for you, they ran to hug you as you fell down sobbing.

“Aw honey, oh baby--” Maria held you while you cried.

“We--We have to go,” You tried to get yourself under control.

“Go? Go Where?” Chloe looked at you confused.

“Central Park,” You simply said.

You had to believe in your love now. That’s all you had left.

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silveny-dreams · 3 years

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19 for Fitzphie

19 - One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

“When is this going to start being the fun kind of sleepover?”

Fitz Vacker closed his eyes to keep Sophie from seeing his eyeroll. “Sophie, I told you. This isn’t a sleepover.”

“Sure it is,” Sophie whined, in a manner most un-Sophie-like.

Fitz opened his eyes and gazed at her, shaking his head in amusement. Her face was flushed rather prettily, but her pupils were dilated and all of her movements were slow. That, in addition to each and every word she spoke sounding slurred, indicated that Sophie was entirely out of it.

“Whatever Elwin gave you was strong,” Fitz muttered.

None of this would have happened if Keefe had just kept his mouth shut. But no, Keefe had to constantly egg Sophie on, subtly challenging her to do more and more dangerous things during their after-school hangout at Everglen. Before Fitz could stop her, Sophie had tried (“valiantly,” Sophie had protested to Elwin when Fitz was explaining what happened) to “blink” through the solid, light-absorbing gates around the estate.

Needless to say, it hadn’t worked, and Fitz had rushed her to the Healing Center while Keefe sheepishly hailed Elwin for them. Elwin had flashed countless colorful orbs around every part of Sophie’s body and force-fed her a few rather nasty-smelling elixirs (“If she asks what was in them, never, ever tell her you saw this,” Elwin had told Fitz after he’d read one of the ingredients labels in curiosity), suggesting Fitz stay in the armchair next to her overnight to monitor Sophie’s mental condition through recovery.

“I’ll be in my office if anything concerning happens, okay?” Elwin had reassured Fitz before disappearing behind his office door. Fitz wasn’t sure what he was working on, but he thought he might’ve seen a scroll with the sign of the swan on it on the desk.

Sophie being loopy, according to Elwin, wasn’t a concern. But it was definitely the current reality.

“If it isn’t a sleepover, why are you and I in pajamas?” Sophie asked, as though this explained everything.

Fitz sighed, doing his best to ignore the cute little furrow that showed up between her brows when she got argumentative. And the indignant way her lower lip threatened to pout. Super not the time for looking at her lips, Vacker, he chastised himself inwardly.

“We’re in pajamas because you have to stay overnight in the Healing Center,” he explained for what he was sure was the sixth time. He emphasized the Healing Center bit, hoping her disgust for the place would help snap her into focus.

The sluggish way she rolled her eyes made Fitz bite back a smile. “I know, duh. You’ve said it a lot of times.”

“You seem to keep forgetting,” he said gently, unable to help a grin at the slowly resentful look she gave him.

“I do not keep forgetting,” she mumbled, head slumping back against her pillow. “But who says it can’t also be a sleepover?”

Fitz raised an eyebrow. “You want this to be a sleepover? Just you, me, and Elwin?”

“Just you and me,” she insisted, scowling. “Win-Win’s busy doing his office thingy.”

“Win-Win?” Fitz laughed, but closed his mouth patiently when Sophie muttered a long “shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”.

“Good. Now. Truth or dare?”

Fitz snorted. “Come on, Sophie, I think you need to sleep.”

“Truth? Or? Dare?” She enunciated at a snail’s pace, nodding lethargically with each word.

Fitz pursed his lips. It shouldn’t be cute, seeing her all looped up on medication. But he had to admit, seeing her this sweet and chatty and vulnerable was definitely kicking his protective and besotted instincts into high gear.

“Come onnnnnnnnn, Av’ry,” Sophie slurred, sticking out her tongue at him. “Unless…you’re chicken.”

“Your strange chicken figures of speech don’t work on elves,” Fitz tried to point out, biting the inside of his cheek when Sophie started making slow, wildly inaccurate clucking noises. Fine.

“Truth.”

“Ayyyyy,” Sophie crowed, grinning, and Fitz closed his eyes and shushed her, smiling back.

“Okay, okay, a truth, hmmmmmmmmmm,” Sophie mused, raising her eyebrows and narrowing her eyes, gazing thoughtfully into the distance. “I’m so bad at thinking up truths…”

“That’s because you’re always doing dares instead,” Fitz murmured, smiling at the way Sophie scowled.

“HmmmmmmmwwWAIT. I’ve got it.” A leisurely grin slid onto Sophie’s face as she turned to raise an eyebrow at Fitz.

“So. Truth. How do you feel about Linh Song?”

If Fitz’s eyebrows could raise any farther up his head, he was sure they would. “…Linh? Like, as in, our friend Linh?”

The smile on Sophie’s face was still devious, but she wasn’t looking at him anymore, picking at her nails. “Yuppp. You’re the one who picked truth. Honest answers only.”

Why was she asking him this? “Ummm…” What if he answered wrong? “I’m not…really sure?”

Sophie pursed her lips, still not looking at him. “Oh? Not sure?”

“I’ve just…boy, Sophie, I’ve never really thought about it,” he confessed, blowing out a breath as he tried to gather his thoughts. Did he have thoughts on Linh Song, other than being deeply impressed with her hydrokinesis? He thought he’d seen Dex looking at her with a sweet sort of interest once, but…

“Oh! Oh. Well, okay.”

Fitz frowned at the way a big, cheesing grin spread over Sophie’s face. “What? What did I say?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” Sophie sighed airily, waving the question away and smiling so big Fitz wondered if it hurt. “You said the truth. You did say the truth, right?”

“I…I mean, yeah…”

“Good. Now!” Sophie tried to sit up, but flopped back against her pillows again on accident. Fitz started to stand up to help her, but Sophie waved him away. “So. My turn.”

“Hasn’t this been enough for the night?” Fitz asked soothingly. There was no way he was asking Sophie to pick truth or dare. Not with her track record of dares and her current condition combined.

Sophie huffed, her lower lip starting to jut out in that way that Fitz was so bad at ignoring. “It has not been enough for the night. We’ve barely even started.”

“You’re going to fall asleep soon,” Fitz pointed out. “Remember? Elwin said the elixirs would make you drowsy, but would take a little bit to kick in.”

“‘M not falling asleep,” Sophie mumbled, and Fitz bit back a smile at the sluggish way her eyelids fluttered as she blinked. “SO. Ask me the question.”

Fitz took a moment to get his fondness back under control, sighing. “Truth or dare, Sophie?”

“Dare,” Sophie said, grinning impishly.

“Actually, you can’t pick dare,” Fitz said. “You’re in a literal healing center cot. You’re in no fit condition.”

“There are plenty of dares I can do safely,” Sophie pouted.

Fitz folded his arms across his chest, amused. “Yeah? Like what?”

The way she bit her lip was not distracting, not at all. “Like…like…”

Sophie’s gaze flitted up to his, and Fitz felt his throat go dry against his will. Can I stop being like this and have normal reactions, please?

It got worse when her gaze trailed down to his lips. She blinked lazily, her stare transfixed, and Fitz doggedly fought the way his face wanted to catch fire.

“Like….daring me to kiss you.”

Oh, brother. Fitz sighed, closing his eyes. “Nope. Not gonna happen.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so, Sophie.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Something in the tone of voice she used wasn’t quite right. He opened his eyes and saw her glancing away from him, scooting closer down into the cot.

“What?” He asked, suspicious.

“Nothing.”

“Nice try. You suck at lying.” Fitz studied her, the way she wouldn’t meet his gaze, the way her fingers fisted and un-fisted in the blankets. “Wait…”

“No,” Sophie mumbled.

Fitz ignored her. “Are you…upset? That I won’t dare you to kiss me?”

“No!” She protested, scowling at nothing.

Fitz couldn’t help an incredulous laugh. “You are. You’re mad that I won’t dare you to kiss me when you’re high on medication.”

“You’re being mean,” Sophie whined, throwing her head back against the pillow and screwing up her whole face into an impressive (and still somehow cute) pout.

“I’m not being mean,” Fitz laughed. “How about this: I promise to dare you to kiss me when you’re not loopy. You can back out and everything.”

That would hurt like all get out, watching Sophie’s face flame bright red and hearing her mumble some apology and excuse not to kiss him. But Fitz pushed the thought away; he simply wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t say the dare even when she was perfectly fine, and she wouldn’t ask, because she’d be too mortified, and that would be that.

Hopeless, Fitz thought bitterly, but he shoved that thought away, too.

Sophie slowly peeked an eye open, glancing over at Fitz. “You will?”

“Sure,” Fitz lied, shrugging noncommittally. “So do you want me to think of a different dare for now, then?”

“I guess not,” Sophie grumbled, closing her eye again. “Think of a truth. I’ll answer.”

“Okay,” Fitz murmured, smiling knowingly as Sophie nestled more comfortably into the pillow. “I’m thinking.”

She was out like a light in five minutes.

Fitz waited ten more minutes before peeking briefly into her mind to ensure she was okay. He left immediately when he saw Sophie replaying one of the many sweet dreams Silveny had given her, getting up and reporting to Elwin that all was well.

“She called you Win-Win, I think,” Fitz remarked, and Elwin nearly snorted his sip of lushberry juice out his nose.

“That’s a new one,” Elwin muttered once he’d safely swallowed his sip. “You need to head home?”

“No, I told my mom I’d be here tonight to check on her,” Fitz shrugged, and Elwin shrugged, too.

“I’m not particularly worried about her mind with this incident. Mainly her cells, what with the light-bending on the gate and her history of light-leaping,” Elwin said. “So you don’t have to check in too often. Maybe just once more before morning?”

“Got it.”

“Here.” Elwin tossed Fitz a small vial. Fitz read the words “Wakey Wakey” on the label as Elwin explained. “I know I won’t convince you to sleep, so here’s something to help keep you awake and not miserable.”

Fitz grinned. “Thanks. Never tell Sophie you have this.”

He laughed at the dark look of agreement on Elwin’s face before leaving the office.

It was an hour after Fitz’s second report, and the dead of night, when Sophie woke again.

“Hey,” Fitz said softly. “How are you feeling?”

Sophie grunted once. “Like I ran headfirst into an impenetrable wall.”

“Oh, what a coincidence,” Fitz remarked, laughing when a sheepish grin tugged at Sophie’s mouth. “Should I get Elwin?”

“No, no more elixirs,” Sophie insisted, sitting up carefully. “Find me a sledgehammer, I’m going to kill Keefe.”

“Yeah, get in line,” Fitz said wryly. “Pretty sure I heard Ro threatening to beat him into a pulp and force-feed him some of her most volatile bacterias when I left with you.”

Sophie chuckled once, gaze trained on her hands as she fidgeted.

“I think I’m legally obligated to inform you that you called Sir Elwin Heslege ‘Win-Win’ whilst doped up on elixirs,” Fitz said lightly, feeling Sophie starting to get lost in her thoughts already.

Sophie groaned. “Oh, god. Tell me he doesn’t know.”

“Sorryyyy,” Fitz admitted, and Sophie rubbed her hands over her face, grumbling unintelligibly under her breath.

“Well, if that’s the most embarrassing thing I did, I can live with it,” Sophie sighed, dropping her hands into her lap.

Fitz swallowed, deciding that lying might be the best course of action. “Yeah. That was the worst of it.”

Sophie snorted, picking at her nails again.

A long silence followed, one that Fitz didn’t know how to fill. Maybe it wasn’t his best move to lie; he was starting to wonder if Sophie suspected something else had happened.

She finally sniffed and looked up at him, crossing her arms. “Don’t you have something to ask me?”

“Ask you?” Fitz frowned.

Sophie shrugged. “Well, maybe not ask. More like a challenge. A dare, if you will.”

Oh. Oh, she definitely knew.

Fitz floundered for only a second before chuckling and avoiding her gaze. “I figured I’d spare you and just not ask.”

“Except you said you’d do it,” Sophie said, and he could hear the frown in her voice.

“You were also looped up on elixirs at the time,” Fitz pointed out. “And I assumed that when you were sober again you wouldn’t want me to dare you to do that.”

“Hm.”

He glanced over at her to see her worrying her lower lip with her teeth, studying him.

“What?” He asked, suspicious.

“Well, you know what they say about assuming.”

Fitz blinked. “Um. Do I?”

“Yeah, of course you—oh. Well, uh, maybe not,” Sophie muttered, straightening up. “There’s a human saying that goes ‘assuming makes an ass out of you and me’. It’s a phonetic figure of speech for the word.”

Fitz thought through this new information. “Are you calling me an ass?”

“I’m saying, don’t assume things,” Sophie retorted.

Fitz felt his throat go dry again. “So...wait. So you want me to dare you to…do that?”

Her face was flushed rather prettily again, but her eyes were focused and her movements normal, so Fitz knew she was no longer loopy. “I want you to be a man of your word, is all.”

That was…kind of bold, for Sophie. Was she messing with him? Fitz studied her for a long moment, trying in vain to keep the endless thoughts of “she’s cute” at bay. He didn’t see a single indication in her face that she was having him on, and he wasn’t sure he wanted their minds connected right now—what if she saw what he was thinking?

At last, he sighed, rising out of the chair and sitting next to her on the cot. Fine. He’d call her bluff, if that’s what she wanted him to do.

“Alright then. Kiss me, if you dare,” Fitz murmured, arms folded across his chest.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Fitz wasn’t sure he was being very subtle about drinking in the pretty way her face flushed deeper, the way her fingers twitched in her lap, like she was dying to tug out an eyelash or two, or the way her gaze flickered to his lips and back a couple of times. In fact, he was pretty sure he was being embarrassingly obvious. Then again, from the way her stare returned to his lips and didn’t waver, maybe Sophie didn’t notice his loss of composure at all.

He swallowed when Sophie lifted her chin in determination and curled her fingers in the fabric of his collar, carefully guiding him closer and angling herself towards him. Wait.

“Uh, Sophie, are you sure you—” he started, but was cut off as Sophie surged up and planted her lips on his.

Oh. Oh. So this is what kissing Sophie Foster was like. Fitz let his eyes close, concentrating with all his might on keeping himself in check, on committing every last little detail to memory. Sure, it was a dare, but Fitz was going to take what he could get and run away with it.

No. Actually, no, he wasn’t. That was a horrible idea. He changed his mind. Fitz leaned back just enough to disconnect their lips.

“Do you…want to do this?” Why did his voice sound funny like that? Like he’d just sprinted for a hundred yards?

It didn’t matter, because Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him back in, slotting their mouths together more firmly. He sighed shakily against her mouth, his hands moving of their own accord to rest at her waist. Her lips were so soft. She was so soft, unwavering but unaggressive in the way she was kissing him. It was…he…

Maybe he’d pictured it being something just like this.

“Yeah, maybe I do,” Sophie murmured when she broke the kiss, hiding her face against his shoulder.

Fitz blinked a couple of times, trying to remember how to use his brain properly. “You…do what?”

Sophie burrowed her face further into his shoulder, mumbling into his tunic. “Maybe I do want to do this.”

“What, kiss me?” Fitz couldn’t possibly imagine Sophie saying yes to that, and yet he felt her nod affirmatively against his shoulder. “I…well, I’m. That’s okay with me.”

Sophie lifted her head enough to peek up at him. “Is it? You’re really not into Linh or anyone?”

Oh. Oh. So that’s why she’d…oh. “I mean. I’m into you. Does that count?”

God, the smile that crinkled in the corners of her eyes was so cute. “Yeah. That counts.”

“Okay,” Fitz breathed, feeling a smile tease the corners of his mouth.

She leaned in again, and maybe Fitz didn’t care that it was four in the morning, that Elwin was in the other room, that they were in pajamas in the middle of the school healing center. Maybe all he cared about right now was the sweet, intent way Sophie Foster kissed him, the way it felt to hold her, the way she wanted this as much as he did and had been braver then him to initiate it.

Maybe that was okay for now.

“Does this mean it’s the fun kind of sleepover now?” Fitz asked when they broke apart again.

He grinned at the way Sophie groaned.

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middle-class-trash · 3 years

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Rise of the Titans liveblog!!!

that intro made me unexpectedly emotional

So if Blinky is narrating, he can't die, right? Right????

BRO THE SUBWAY SCENE!!!! We're getting right fuckin into it!!!

Steve, my son!!!

I wish Toby wasn't a constant punchline �� it just makes me not take his character seriously

CLAIRE!!!!!!

Something about Douxie decking Skrael at the first opportunity is just so sexy of him

Jim is incredibly brave but it's really reckless to go hand-to-hand with a demigod without proper armor

My heart goes BUMBUMBUMBUM when Douxie looks out the traincar window

Sexy traincar tracks spell WHO

THE WRECKAGE AWWWW

Oh my gosh the people stuck in the magic circle because they wouldnt get out of the way

NO NO NO DOUXIE NO

So they were arrested that early?? Jeez

Nari's such a cutie

"None of us will be talking to you" *cut to Toby spilling every bean*

TOBY'S FACE AT THE END HAHHAHAHA

Something about Nari's voice coming out of Douxie's body is so deeply odd

Oh hey, Krel to the rescue

AREA 49 HAKSHDKSKD

"And your mom."

Oh my gosh he's still broken from Wizards 😂

The Guardians are just dead set on pissing off local authorities huh

JIM!!!

STRICKLER?????

BARBARAAAAA

Stricklake supremacy 😌 they both look so good

Claire listening in 😭😭😭 she's so cute

AWWWWW ENGAGED ENGAGED ENGAGED

......does that give them death flags? Fuck. Fuuuuck fuck fuck fuck. It totally does.

AWWW DOUXIE!NARI HUGGING ARCHIE

Aja!!!!

Your majesty!!

Oh yikes, here's that running gag everyone was talking about.. pregnant Steve

Oh hey, Eli's hot now. We been knew 😂

"Mazel tov!" HAHA

Poor Jim needing a bunch of support to walk 🥺 he's such a trooper

I will simply pass away if Blinky dies

I hope Douxie is okay, we haven't seen him in Nari's body and that makes me ✨nervous✨

OH JKJK

Nari is so goddamn pretty

"Only your presence, not your commitment" is such a rapey saying

"Abra-cadabra, buttsnacks" I love that he still says that 🥺🥺 he loves his friends so much

"Do your worst" *cue both Douxie and Nari absolutely screaming in pain*

Krohnisfere? Alrighty then, that's the first mission

"I wouldn't be so sure of that" AWWW

They fixed the amulet???? DUUUUDE

"For the good of all..." 😭😭😭😭

"Or I could lock onto Nari and portal us there" *dead fucking silence*

I hate how Toby's used as a constant punchline.. a penny? Really?

TRAINTRACK MAGIC CIRCLE GO BRRRR

Poor Nari 🥺 Douxie's in so much distress

Oh no, the new amulet isn't working?? Fuckk

That absolutely gorgeous screencap of pissed Aja

Part of me is glad Nari was forced to do this and wasn't actually a traitor

Ice titan awakening sequence? Ice titan awakening sequence.

Oh Nari. Oh sweetie

Oh my gosh she's fucking tied to her titan

Boiling water!!! Or underwater explosion, that works too. Much more dramatic but that's Bellroc's style

Oh wow Steve actually has a bump?? What the fuck???

Oooh, TrollDragons?

Charlie!!!

"We still don't have a trollhunter" Aja, honey, not helpful

"Does he even trust himself? AJA, HONEY, NOT HELPFUL

Barbara being proud of her son 😭😭

OOH fusing excalibur with the armor?

Aja is so full of confidence, it's a good look for her

Steve being preggo is..really fucking weird. When they said

AWWW BLINKY AND AARRRGHHH

Your honor, I love them

OOH IS IT SOFT JLAIRE TIME

Ohhhh it's soft Jlaire time

He's always looking out for his mom 🥺

"I will always be here (head), and here (heart)" just fuck me up fam

Charlie!!!

Zong-Shi?

"Only death will come to those who go looking for it" oh dear

"The troll with many eyes" how does Charlie know Blinky? 😂

AYYY this where the banner that I found first is from!!! it was so cool seeing my screenshot circulate when we were starved for content 😂😂 everyone was posting various rott icons and banners that they got hoping they'd find a new one

Oh dear.. government

Blinky dear they can't understand you

"Holy frijole" Claire I simply adore you

WOW THAT'S PRETTYYYYY

Troll slaves???

So is Zong-Shi this ugly ass pear-lookin ass

Aja chilling with Jim even though she has doubts is an interesting strategic choice

Douxie, AARRRGHHH, and Nomura? Talk about rarepare

NOMURA CATCHING HIM 😭😭 SEXYYYY

DOUXIE RESCUING NOMURA 😭😭😭😭 SEXXYYYYY

If I havent said it yet, the animation is breathtaking

OH SHIT JIM

aaaaand here come those frozen wings

Nari cant be in control of herself, there's no way. She's still tied to the titan for Pete's sake

NOMURA????

Please dont let this be a sacrifice

PLEASE NO

BOTH CHANGELINGS????

STRICKLANDER??????

No on-screen death, so it's not real. No on-screen death, do it"# notbsmejelreal

NO ON-SCREEN DEATH BUT IT'S NOT REAL

THEYRE TALKING AHOUT HIM PAST-TENSE NOOOO

THEY RBOGUHT UP HIS DADDDDDD

"There's no revelation I can give you" is a great way of saying he's not relevant, genuinely

Oh wow this guy's freaky

Ohhhh so the green thing from the trailers and promo photos is the Krohnisfere

Archie to the rescue!!!

"That's my boy!" AWWE

"Claire nooo, no no no no YESSS, I'm free!!!" Blinky, never change 😂

Oh wow, they're already in contact with Bellroc's titan??

Different note, but the titan's designs are just different enough to make them interestun

VARVATOS??? Okay jk somehow it's gun robot lmfao

WAIT NEVER MIND HAHAHAH HI BUD

....if the bridge falls, can't Charlie just fly them across

LMAO he just saw his death?? That is what he wanted to see 🤷🏻‍♀️

It's too early to celebrate, there's no way Bellroc is down after just a few pinches

Yeahhh

Oh dear... is Varvatos in danger?

Claire being the warrior of the group is incredible and sexy and hhnnngggg

Toby is a Hufflepuff. I will not be answering questions

OH WOW THAT'S HOW HE BURNED HIS HAND??? THE HONRGAZEL?????

ARCHIE SAID GOODBYE??? NO NO NO NO NO

Douxie's gonna be a flat mess!!!

God, plus Nomura and Stricklander

NOOOO DOUXIE YOU BIG SWEETIE

Oh my gosh this is the scene with Douxie trying to connect with Nari, it has to be

"I need to try again" AWWW HONEY

That shot of Mexico was incredibly stereotypical

DOUXIE SWEETHEART 🥺🥺

He's trying to hold her hand???? AWWWW

Oh my gosh he's being choked 😳

NARI BABY!!!!

The huggos 🥺🥺

Jim being frustrated is totally realistic

Wait wait wait waittt do they have the entire titan at their disposal?

"There's absolutely nothing all the way out here" cue a titan. Any of them.

And there it is.

CLAIRE SUPREMACY!!!!!!!

White haired Claire? White haired Claire???

Oh dear it's like.. a little over halfway and there's so much left that could happen

COACH. COOOOACH

OH THANK GOD!!! Steve doesn't need another paternal figure dying on him

Time for Skrael to fuck shit up 😬

I find it interesting how Bellroc and Skrael's titans are both bipedal but Nari's is on four legs, much more animalistic

NARI, NOOOOO PLEASE NO

At least Skrael's done????

We kinds knew Bellroc was the final boss but NOT LIKE THIS

DOUXIE SCREAMING FOR HER

NOOOOOOO

No more running. GODDAMNIT

The three can no longer unite but Bellroc can still fcuk shit up

A HIDDEN PAGE??? FUCK THE WORLD IS TO BE REFORGED WITH FIRE

THE HEARTSTONE??????

Oh shit, the explanation for why Arcadia's the center of everything!!

The only heartstone?? Really???? That's scary as shit, trolls could go instinct without a reliable hearthstone!!

EXCALIBUR TIMEEE

JIMMMMMM

Come on honey, you can do it!!

Aja, honey, I love you so much but now's not the time

THE HEARTSTONE???? FUCK DUDE

.......Steve

Eli the midwife?? ...gross

Jim, my love, my baby boy!!!

The nine of them!!!

AWW BLINKY BEING THE BEST DAD

THEY WORK TOGETHER 😭😭😭😭

FUCK YEAH!!!!!!

"Quiet desperation" is a great word for it

Are we coming on to the big final battle?

Ohnoohnoohno they all said the thing 😭😭😭 someone's gonna die. At least one more is gonna die.

HE'S DRIVINGGGG. LOVE THAT FOR HIM

STICKY SPELL TIME!!!!!!

"Some sort of stickum!" Bro 😂😂

I love how he calls them all Trollhunters 😭 throwback to the OG show where the three of them were all called that

Aja Terron supremacy

Oh it's weird.. it's very weird. Why did Steve have to be pregnant again

Oh dear, there's half an hour left.. this has to be the final battle

JIM

Varvatos shielding Claire and Krel 🥺

Fuck, man, people are getting thrown left and right

DOUXIE MY LOVE

Oh here we fucking go, rematch

NEW AMULET???

Jim's about to get royally fucked up

LIKE THAT

FUCK

WHY IS SHE TAKING HIM??? GOD NO

Anti-magic beacon??

Helloooo that's smart asf

This gives Mount Doom vibes

"Embrace your loved ones for the final time" FUCK MAN STOP IT

"I already was" DAMN RIGHT BUD

NEW AMULETTTT

GO GET JIM GO GET 'IM

DAYLIGHT ARMOR!!!!!!

He was ready to just sacrifice himself like THAT

DAYLIGHT ARMORRRRR WITH EXCALIBUR??????? FUUUUCK

Jim being great at combat is just the best fucking thing

Oh fuck. OH FUCK.

STABBED??????

PLEASE NO, GOD NO

FUUUUCK

"I'm powerless" "You get used to it" WE DONT HAVE TIME TO UNPACK ALL OF THAT

JIM HONEY PLEASE DONT DIE

Is that....is that it?? Oh dear god, is that it????

JIM WHERE ARE YOU

I'm calling it now it's too early to be celebrating

Oh god the weird babies

WHERE IS TOBY

WHERE

MY JAW FUCKING DROPPED

NO WAY, NO FUCKING WAY

HE'S GETTING A DYING MONOLOGUE??????

ALWAYS HAVE BEEN, ALWAYS WILL BE

"Itll be the two of us at the end" WHY DOES THAG SEEM LIKE JIM WILL GO OUT TIO

THERE'S NO WAY TOBY JUST DIED

THHERE'S NO WAY

That was sad as fuck but in a narrative way I hope it's permanent

Oh dear, Jim's going back????

Oh shit

WWHAT IS HE DOING

NOOOOO

"I have cherished every moment with you" STOP IT HE'S HIS FATHER

"I FYOU WERE MY OWN SON" STOPPPPPP

WHAT'S HAPONEINGGGGG

CLAIRE

NOOOO

THIS IS WHERE IM SOBBING

THIS IS WHERE IM LOSUNG IT

"Dont give up on me" FUCK STOPPPP

"I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE AND HERE" FUCK IT STOPPPPP

"I would date you for a hundred lifetimes" IS REALLY BEING TESTED HUH

THERE ARE 10 MINUTES ELFT WHAT THEBFUCK

AND WE'RE BACK TO TROLLHUNTERS?.????

HUHHHH

Fuck, man. FUCK, MAN.

Oh, Toby. Ohhhh Toby

CLAIRE 🥺

ROMEO AND JULIET!!!!

Oh my fucking god

"IF YOUD COME OVER TO DINNER" AYYYYY

His smile at Steve 🥺

HE'S HAVING TOBY TAKE THE CANAL???? But wouldnt the amulet still call for Jim?????

"Nothing interesting ever happens in Arcadia" VERY FUCKING FUNNY

Destiny is a gift. Some go their entire lives living in an existence of quiet desperation, never learning the truth- that what feels as though a burden pushing down upon our shoulders is actually the sense of purpose that lifts us to greater heights. Never forget that fear is but the precursor to valor. That to strive and triumph in the face of fear is what it means to be a hero. Don't think. Become.

.......it actually called his name. I can't believe it actually called his name.

The fuck is that ending??? Let Jim REST

#rise of the titans #toa #shut up charity #tales of arcadia

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muichewrou · 4 years

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AYYYYY NEW KNY WRITING BLOG, HELLO! I was wondering If i could request a giyuu x fem reader scenario (where the reader is kinoe ranked if thats okay!) Where they were best friends with giyuu along with sabito but after sabito's death they drifted apart, its been 4 years and reader saves tanjiro squad from a demon before giyuu can and she's changed a lot (used to be short, now is taller for instance!) And its just a very fluffy and emotional reunion? Tysm if u do this HAVE A GREAT DAY 💖💕💗💕

yaaa!!! this was my first request but I’m so sorry for taking so long!! I merged these two since they’re kind of similar, I hope you don’t mind! this includes my headcanons for how giyuu made his haori haha and some parts might seem incomplete but I didn’t wanna hold it back any longer 💕 💕 enjoy!!

Note: Includes spoilers for Giyuu’s backstory and takes place before the Natagumo Mt. arc. Under the cut due to length.

Word Count: 7.7k+

https://twitter.com/xu77106413/status/1194118794265841664?s=20

This was drawn by a very good friend of mine, xu! follow her on instagram and twitter! she’s also on Tumblr under the same user.

“I didn’t want him to die either.”

Your voice echoes through the shoddy and diminutive home you shared with Giyuu and your teacher, Sakonji Urokodaki. Giyuu’s eyes stays locked onto the pot of meat and vegetables that’s been simmering in broth for a lengthy amount of time, never straying away from it once. The wooden bowls in front of you remain empty, and the eating utensils positioned on the tray too lay dormant. Your two cups of tea go cold.

The male chooses to uphold the silence he’s kept up ever since returning from the Final Selection, only nodding and shaking his head to mimic a reply. It was a reasonable way to handle grief, and you allowed it for roughly a week or so, but as of late he has been rejecting your attempts at training with him.

Instead, he was now laboring himself with stitching together two contrasting cloths, to which you realize one of them was half of the haori he had worn ever since arriving here to train as a Demon Slayer.

The other half, you recognize after one glimpse, is indisputably Sabito’s. That pattern of his yukata was how you identified him from the others during the Final Selection.

Your eyes narrow, but no maliciousness is directed at the male. Rather, you were apprehensive about how exactly the completed cloth would look like. Mismatched outfits didn’t seem to be the trend these days, but what do you know–it’s not like you’re allowed to travel to cities or villages and contemplate their different senses of fashion when Urokodaki would preferably have you hone your breathing techniques.

Suddenly, you remember how Giyuu and yourself wouldn’t be training with Urokodaki once the swordsmith returns with your meticulously handcrafted Nichirin blades. You would shortly separate onto your differing paths, Urokodaki continuing to cultivate Water Breath swordsmen and the two of you fulfilling missions to work your way up through the ranks as Demon Slayers.

Despite how it was you that was ridiculing Giyuu for his way of coping, a burning sensation tingles your eyes. The boy stiffens up, unsure of what to do. You shake your head to disperse the tears, yanking the ladle hanging near the boiling pot. You begin to serve him before you serve yourself.

You take a sip of the broth, wincing at the burning heat. Giyuu sets his work aside in favor of filling up his stomach, and you use it as an opportunity to observe his progress so far.

To put it bluntly, it was horrendous. The weaving of the two garments together was so dreadful that certain areas were fraying due to his unrefined needlework, and besides that, the cloth had overlapped in a jagged pattern than straight down the middle as it should be.

He gives you a look you can barely distinguish, “Do you want it?”

“Want what?” You lower your bowl. He raises up the other half of Sabito’s attire, expression unwavering. He motions over to your own haori, and you can just barely comprehend the idea. “I…”

Did he want you to alter your clothing similarly? You suppose that was the only logical conclusion you could come up with.

But as strange as it seemed, you want it, you really do. Other than his mask which was returned to Urokodaki, the patterned yukata was the only keepsake from Sabito that was left to the two of you. Mindlessly, your hand starts to gravitate towards the fabric, but you pull away when your hands brush against each other.

Giyuu’s eyes are large and seemingly displays a look of betrayal. You don’t care for that expression. He should be happy just like when Sabito was alive, or before his sister died.

Hesitating, you reach back for it again, gripping the cloth. Only when it’s in your hands do you clutch it tightly to your chest, sighing at the way it calmed you.

“I think I’ll…make this into a scarf. It’s getting chilly, after all.” You finger the delicate material, looking up. “I can help you with your…haori if you want. This way, he can always be with us no matter where we go. That’s what you wanted, right?”

You worked on the fabrics the following week, barely finishing it just as Haganezuka arrived with the swords.

“Thank you, [Name],” he takes his haori out of your hands and slips it on, evening out the creases. “It looks good.”

You tug the scarf around your neck, “you’re welcome, but just don’t damage it, okay?”

His skin is sickly pale and his eyes seem duller than before. “I won’t. Let’s go, our mission is to the west.”

Giyuu turns his back to you and strides ahead, never looking back to check if you were following. You stare at his hand that hung loosely to his side.

Your fingers twitch slightly, but you resign to resting your hand on the hilt of your sword. You hasten your pace, heading along behind him.

Each mission after the first tested your relationship with Giyuu. He was a great partner overall with that strength and composure of his, but the connection between you seemed…lost.

“Why don’t you talk to me anymore?”

Your voice startles him. ‘This is exactly what I’m talking about–his life has been so centralized around demons that he forgets that I’m here.’

“You’ve changed so much these past few months. You hardly interact with me nowadays, so what am I?”

Your nose begins to tingle, and you sneeze into the sleeve of your haori, the mask around your head almost slipping off. Giyuu says nothing at first, only blinking, then:

“Are you sick?” He avoids the question.

“Hah? You tell me,” the words scratch against your throat and your eyes begin to water from sneezing. You wrap the scarf tighter around your neck, sniffling out loud so he could hear. “Are you sick of me, Giyuu?”

”Me? No, I’m not ill.”

You fling your head down in exasperation, scowling at the snow accumulating around your feet. Though the both of you were now 17 years old, he didn’t exactly have the ability to read the atmosphere of the situation. You compared him to a child constantly, oblivious and distracted, annoyingly lovable at times. “Giyuu, I swear. You’re so dense sometimes, you know?”

“You’ve mentioned it before, but I’m not sure how to improve it.”

“Yeah, well, I’m starting to think it’s ’cause of me. Even when Sabito was still here, you were always nervous around me when we’re alone together. ”

When you first met Giyuu when you were 14, he stuttered over his words so much that every time he had to talk to you, Sabito had to speak for him. It’s toned down over the years, but the awkwardness was still there. You, however, felt just fine speaking with him the first time.

You scratch the back of your head and drag your fingers through your hair, pondering your next words. “So this might be a relief to you, Giyuu, because Oyakata-sama is dispatching me off to recruit some orphans. Supposedly, they keep rejecting his request to make them Slayers.”

“Why?” Came his curt reply.

“I just told you—”

“No. Why you? There are plenty of other Demon Slayers capable of doing the same.”

“What?” You cross your arms, leaning toward him, “It’s the Master’s orders. I can’t do anything about it. Aren’t you happy? Chances are, we’re going to be separated for the rest of our time as Demon Slayers.”

He tilts his head. Why would he be happy? His happiest moments were when he was with you and Sabito, and there was no denying how nervous he was with you, but that was because you made him feel fuzzy inside. He couldn’t explain it.

Seeing him deep in thought made you open your mouth to question him, but you decide against it once your crow flies to your shoulder, shrieking into your ear.

“I guess that’s my cue to go. Don’t miss me too much alright, Giyuu,” you joke lightly, waving your hand and running past him. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see that he’s distraught, eyes wide and brows furrowed, hand outstretched towards you.

—-

Four years later, you still regret glancing back at him. At that time, you realized you were mistaken about his feelings and only established more emotional baggage for him. You were really the only person he had left ever since departing from Urokodaki.

But you couldn’t do anything. As you foresaw, Kagaya had decided to separate you and Giyuu as an arrangement for your abilities to not be concentrated in one region.

Before you know it, you’re running into the forest with the hand on the hilt of your sword. Your crow continues to squawk out orders as it soars along the late evening sky, the sunlight dwindling and barely peeking through the treetops.

“Caw! Three Mizunoto ranked Slayers are reported to clash against several Demons in the Forest of Correction! Mission, mission!” his sharp cries grate into your ears as he glides through the sacred grove, swerving around branches and leading you further into the forest.

You can hear the shouts of “Zenitsu, watch out!” and “over here Inosuke!” once you stray from the path, jumping over a bush that was in your way.

You hop onto a tree, using the height to your advantage. In the distance, you can see three male Slayers battling against a demon of above-average size. One was shirtless and donned a boar head, another was outfitted in a yellow triangle-patterned haori that faded to orange, and the last being a boy who hauled a heavy-looking compartment on his shoulders. It was a traditional battle with novices standing up against a weak demon, nothing more, nothing less. Or at least that’s what you assumed initially. Your crow did say ”several demons”, didn’t he?

Immediately, you could sense multiple presences lurking within the dark thickets. Drawing your blade from its sheath, you push yourself off the tree and ascend towards enemies in hiding, dismissing the demon the kids were taking care of.

”Breath of Water, Tenth Style: The Dragon of Change.”

Your scarf flings itself around as you spin and twist your body through the air, sword raised above your shoulder. Evading the trees using precise and striking reflexes, you continue rotating as the demons are soon visible, one of them getting caught in the momentum as they leap out to attack you.

A shriek erupts from his lips as he cradles his head, the body already disintegrating from the legs up. Without any time to lose, you swerve to the left once more to hurl yourself towards the leftover demons.

There were five demons total in the thicket. With one throwing themselves recklessly to your blade, that left four, but only two were in front of you.

You resume your rotations. Spin once, slice through the air twice. Then spin twice, slicing through the air three times. Consecutively performing those movements until you meet your destination, building up the steps as you go on.

”Your footing is off. Your swings are too slow,” Sabito announces as you try to catch your breath, wooden sword on the ground and hands placed on your knees. You dry heave, reaching for the pouch of water he’s carrying. When he refuses to hand it over, you drop your head down, sweat trickling onto the dirt.

”Please, Sabito?” He shakes his head, tossing the satchel onto the floor. Giyuu, who was visibly uncomfortable with Sabito’s treatment of you, stood to the side, clutching at the sleeves of his haori. The satchel bounced to his feet, and he felt obligated to pick it up.

”I’ll only show you once again. Focus on my feet and how I position myself when swinging the sword.”

You lick your dry lips, not opposed to his wishes,”…but…water?”

He gives a look to Giyuu. The black-haired male freezes up, fidgeting with the satchel.

(That look means ”don’t give it to her”. How do you know? You’ve observed it too many times during your training sessions with him.)

He grabs the practice weapon on the ground and moves immediately.

Sabito was the epitome of a perfect swordsman. A child prodigy. The amount of stamina he possessed was astounding. His speed and strength far overshadowed both of yours and Giyuu’s.

That didn’t mean he left you behind, though. As strict as he was, he cared for his comrades—even more than his own life.

His footsteps created no sound whatsoever. He was a crow’s feather fluttering across the sky, twirling and shifting directions according to the breeze.

You keep yourself from falling over in awe by grasping onto Giyuu’s arm, making him shudder from the gesture and straighten his posture. Sabito smirks at you once he sees the literal sparkles in your eyes, pleased with your reaction.

Step to the right, step to the left. Bend your arms during the pauses. Pivot if the foe swipes at you and retaliate by swinging your weapon around yourself to protect your body. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Until the energy and forcefulness of the attacks reach its peak–the apex of your power.

Then, the climax. Charge at the enemy by forcing your foot down at the final step, leaping and twisting your body while your blade slashes into the target. The finishing blow.

His choreography ends as he tosses the wooden sword away and walks towards you, all while the training log he practiced on splits into four and slides to the surface. What a show-off!

”If you manage to do the same, I’ll allow you to have a drink of water.”

”You’re lying!” you gape back at him.

But he wasn’t, evident in the way his nose scrunches up as if saying, ”are you kidding me?”

So you try again. Numerous times, in fact. Giyuu retires at some time to assist Urokodaki with a supply run, but Sabito stays to attend to the exercise.

You use one of the many boulders around as a stepping stool, kicking yourself off into the air once more. In a flash, you decapitate the two of them in one slash.

Gasping, you turn to Sabito for confirmation. Did you really just do that? Not only cutting the trunk into four, but six pieces?

”Sabito, did you see that?!” Your hair reels against your cheek like a whip, and you’re reveling in your breakthrough–so much that you don’t care about the aching and soreness of your overtaxed muscles.

There’s a pleased look in his eyes, though it’s driven away in an instant. He takes a step forward.

”–since this technique requires more stamina to perform, you may tire out soon after. Make sure there are no enemies around before resting. If you’re ever in a pinch, the Piercing Rain Drop can save your life,” when the weapon is picked up again, he demonstrates by jabbing it into the air in front of him and jumping back.

But you’ve executed the Tenth Style countless of times. You’ve built enough endurance to perform it at least ten times without rest. To you, The Dragon Of Change was a technique most meaningful to you, so it was obvious that you trained yourself relentlessly after he passed.

The peach-haired boy blinks, unfazed when he sees you pout, breathing heavily. You’re glaring at him through watery and hazy vision, crawling towards the water Giyuu set on the ground before he left.

“You’re not even gonna praise me? Boring! All that for nothing! I’ll train with Giyuu from now on, then. He’s more encouraging than you, at least.”

The threat hangs loosely in the air. Sabito knew you liked being with him too much to separate from him. It would have been far better if Giyuu could stick around and practice techniques along with you, but Urokodaki gets rather intimidating when he’s mad.

You could barely feel him ruffling your hair up in your fit of frustration. Jolting, you gaze up in astonishment, at a loss for words.

Your eyes narrow as you feel a presence behind you. One demon on foot, and another hovering in the air just above it. You hadn’t reached the ground yet as it had barely been a second since defeating the previous demons.

”Breath of Water, Ninth Style: Water Splash,” you sidestep as she hurls herself at you. The swiftness of her efforts caused her to skid across the dirt, shooting into healthy foliage of the thicket. Her eyes widen when you ignore her for the other demon, leaping up and cutting off the head in an instant.

Weak. All of them are unbearably weak.

His head flies through the air and he cries out his last words, “What the hell?! I thought we were just fighting some incompetent brats, but this chick is on a whole ‘nother level! Hina, you can’t fight against her!”

He plummets to the surface, limbs entangled together. His body wriggles as if he’s been possessed, but you find that it was his will to keep existing and sink his teeth into your flesh.

“Aoi!” The female demon howls in rage as her partner decays and shrivels from the injury, baring her teeth and scampering in your direction. Her fury amplifies tenfold as she observes you sheathing your blade and strolling back to the three Mizunoto ranked Slayers. “You! I’ll kill–?!”

One by one, her limbs tumbles onto the soil. First, her legs. Next is her torso, a figurine sectioned and carved with fresh little cuts intricately, the delicate and refined labor of a notable craftsman. Fingers are falling individually from her hands and crumble before they come in contact with the ground. Her head is halved cleanly from ear to ear. Blood drips into her gaping jaw and bubbles her utterances and wails into sorrowful and incomprehensible nothingness. She, too, deteriorates away when her neck slips away from her torso.

”Come again?” you taunt, never halting your pace. But she is already gone.

The boys had succeeded in defeating the demon they busied themselves with while you dealt with the others. One more.

”Hey! Over here!” the one in the checkered haori exclaims, a wide smile plastered onto his face as he waves you over. ”Thank you so much for your help. To be honest, I felt that maybe we wouldn’t make it out alive with that number of demons—”

”You!” The boar shoves his finger towards you, one hand clasped around both his Nichirin blades. He’s stomping his foot harshly to the dirt, jerking as he spoke roughly…and was that steam coming out of his snout? ”You’re strong! But I’ll be the judge of that, so fight me right here, right now!!”

”Inosuke, calm down!” The red-haired boy raises his hands in an attempt to alleviate the boar’s passion to instigate quarrels. ”You should be thanking her, too! If she hadn’t taken care of those demons in the thicket, we would have all succumbed to our wounds sooner or later. You too, Zenitsu! Wake up–”

You point your sword to his neck. He blinks. Zenitsu’s eyes are now wide open, huge and bleary. Inosuke growls.

”Box. Hand it over.”

”Huh?”

You grab him by his haori and flip him over onto his stomach without so much of a thought. He gives a yelp and struggles by wriggling under you, but he is essentially powerless against you. ‘She’s fast!’

The other two males are frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

They had little to no knowledge of you and where you came from. You were clearly a high-ranking Slayer, skilled in the art of swordsmanship and having impressive strength, speed, and composure.

”W-wait, please!” the boy under you blurts, ”we mean no harm! If you’ll let us go, we won’t ever cross your path again!”

Zenitsu chimes in, ”yeah, what he said! Besides, you wouldn’t want to hurt the cutest little girl you’ll ever see in that box, would you?”

”I could care less about the gender of a demon,” you raise your sword, the tip pointing downwards to the wooden box. You don’t budge when Zenitsu throws himself onto your legs, yanking on the cloth of your uniform.

”WAIT, wait, wait! I have an even better idea!” He wipes his face on the fabric, dampening it with his tears and blood. Why was he crying, anyway? Rocking back and forth, he wails, ”you and me– let’s get married! You’re so strong, you can protect me from all the demons that come our way!”

You kick him away with your right foot, dragging his friend away.

”Listen to me carefully,” you begin, ”once I take care of this demon, you’ll be free to walk away. The two of you are so adamant about letting it live, so I’ll strike you a deal.”

All of them quiet down, but you don’t continue. Guilt trickles through your veins. Must you really be lying to them? Reassuring them that you wouldn’t let Kagaya learn about their breach of conduct when you know damn well you’ll report it as soon as possible?

You gulp.

You’re a good person. A role model for the lower-ranked members of the Corps. Furthermore, you dislike fabricating your words, but at the same time you want to defend the helpless.

This is for the best of humanity, you reason with yourself.

”Hey! I ain’t getting any good vibes from this chick,” Inosuke announces, muscles rippling as he raises his blades in the air. He puffs out his chest. ”Zangetsu! When I go in, you charge right behind, okay?!”

”T-that’s not my name!” he groans in pain. Tears fly out of his eyes and his nose is leaking out blood uncontrollably.

You scoff, ”it’s futile, anyhow. Your buddy can’t even get back up from a single kick.”

He claws at his haori, unexpectedly feeling feverish. His mind is foggy and he can’t get a clear view of you. Huh…Is she…is she a Pillar?

His head slumps to the floor and before he goes out cold, ”Ugh…I think I heard four of my ribs break…”

A small sparrow chirps angrily at you before landing onto the yellow haori of its master. Inosuke tosses his weapons aside and heads over to boot Zenitsu awake. Oh, but you were convinced he wanted to battle you earlier.

Rolling your eyes at how fickle the children were being, you look down.

”You. What’s your name?”

”K–Kamado Tanjirou,” he murmurs. His cheek rubs against the soil. ”You—you said something before, something about a deal.”

”I did, didn’t I?” You press your heel onto his leg, leering over him. ”So how about this. If you let me kill the demon inside that box of yours, it will remain confidential until you or your friends disclose it.”

”Lying to others is excusable sometimes, [Name],” Sabito scolds, ”but don’t ever think that it’s alright to lie to yourself.”

”It helps me feel better, though.”

”You’re just like Giyuu, [Name].”

You laugh. ”Is that bad, though? I like Giyuu!! Heh.”

Almost immediately does Tanjirou shake his head. ”No! I can smell that you’re lying. The person inside this box is more important to me than my own life! I won’t let you kill her! Besides, she hasn’t killed anyone…!”

You sigh, flicking your blade. ”Yet. But please remember that I have been in service far longer than you. My job is to kill demons. Failure to comply with my words will only get yourself killed instead. Would you like me to recite the Demon Slayer protocols for you?”

”You’re afraid of being wrong. You’re afraid of getting hurt.”

”I don’t understand though, Sabito. If it makes me feel okay enough to keep fighting, there’s nothing wrong with that, right?”

“Foolish, is what it is. It’s going to crash down on you like a wave—a tsunami. The self-deception, false sense of securities, holding yourself back. You can’t keep telling yourself you’re strong and you’ll persevere no matter what. That attitude will get you killed if you’re always thinking you’re trying hard enough–if you don’t know your own limitations.”

…

Footsteps approach from behind. Soft and light, it’s very faint – barely audible and coupled with the darkness of the night. Any ordinary human wouldn’t be able to take notice of it, but you’ve been instructed to employ all of your senses ever since you first picked up a sword.

”Hurry up! Take Giyuu and run!” Sabito bends his knees slightly and holds his sword with both of his hands. He assumes a stance in front of you two defensively, but you want to pull him by his clothes and flee with him. ”Don’t just sit there! I’ll take care of this!”

Giyuu is breathing heavily and clutching the side of his head. There is a constant stream of blood trickling down his cheek and eye, causing you to react by placing your hand over his to cease the bleeding. The mask crafted by Urokodaki threatens to slip off as you shake your head furiously.

You don’t want to leave. Just earlier, Giyuu was attacked by a demon who pounced on him from the trees, slashing the skin near his left eye. Your vision had turned red as you hacked its limbs off and swiftly sliced the head, but it left you breathless.

Giyuu was fading in and out, though it was barely the first day of the Final Selection. Sabito was playing hero and triumphing over every demon that crossed his path. If this keeps going on, neither of you would make it out alive unless you recovered from your wounds somewhere safe.

There was another person who stood by your side, trembling in fear as he peeked between you and Sabito. The peach-haired boy had given him orders to take you away, but detecting the tension between you two made him falter.

”No! I’m going to stay and fight with you!”

The frigid evening air was scorching and unbearable as you inhale and exhale rapidly, unable to stabilize your breathing from the anxiety and terror that arises.

‘Calm down. If I can get all of us to cooperate, we will be able to overcome this.’

The monster’s pace is sluggish and heavy, each step resulting in a loud thud to echo throughout the thick and murky forest. Over the disturbance, you can hear Giyuu give out the tiniest whimper, one you could just barely make out. You stroke his hair to reassure him that you were by his side, gliding through the unexpectedly silky strands of his hair, whispering little words of comfort to slow his breathing. He jolts when Sabito shouts at you once more to escape without him.

Your shadow encases Giyuu as you stand over him, grasping the handle of your sword.

”I-it’s just one demon. If we work together, we can win against it somehow.”

Looking over to the nightmare heading over to the four of you, the sight of his countless arms wrapping around his body left you mentally and physically astounded. Your legs shook like a leaf as your grip around your sword loosened significantly. You were sure your shakiness made Giyuu increasingly jittery.

It bothered you how the demon’s eyes seemed to glow so brightly, tearing through the dark like the full moon above. It bothered you how bulky and veiny his entire body was, how his blood red fingernails contrasted with the olive green shade of his skin. The way his arms flail about as he used his hands to trudge atop the mucky terrain, eyes curved upwards with glee and excitement at the sight of some form of sustenance in this isolated woodland.

He covers up a squeal with his hands as he stares at the masks the three of you wore, “I can’t believe that dastard Urokodaki sent three of his students to feast on!”

You watch as he rolls his eyes up in pleasure, muscles tensing as he continues to cackle. It sickened you down to the bones. Who gets off by devouring children who’ve just reached their teenage years?

“Shut up!” You unsheathe your sword, pointing the tip to the demon, “Who said that you’re gonna eat us? We, the disciples of Urokodaki, will destroy you!”

You let out a yelp when Sabito pushes you back with the hilt of his blade, sending you to almost fall on top of Giyuu before you twist your body to land at the ground next to him.

“[Name], just listen to me for once! Don’t be stupid. There’s no way you’re going to defeat him when you haven’t even mastered all the techniques Urokodaki taught us.”

You push yourself back up.

“But we can! Sure you may be stronger than all of us generally, but you can’t handle it by yourself. If we work together…” you trail off when Sabito dismisses you, leaping towards the demon.

”I’m not risking both your lives.”

He changes positions so fast that all you could observe was the blur left behind by his movement.

“Sabito!” Giyuu’s free hand is outstretched in the direction of his friend, and you see the boy from earlier seize Giyuu’s arm before taking ahold of your hand, steering you away from the skirmish.

Sabito veers around one final time while in the air, initiating his breathing techniques. From afar, you can see how remorse is conveyed in his eyes, the way he seems to ask for forgiveness in his smile. Your vision wobbles and distorts his image into nothing but haze and fog.

You attempt to dig your heels into the ground to stop the male from tugging you farther away. Your elbow meets his ribs and you accidentally kick Giyuu in the process. You can’t bring yourself to mutter an apology or stop thrashing. Blinking back your tears, you could see his lips move as clear as day, murmuring a single word.

“Run.”

He’s begging.

You stop struggling. Giyuu is left questioning why amidst the steadfast hammering of his head.

“Hang in there, Sabito! I’ll come back for you, I swear it!”

…

Run!

Hurriedly, you snatch up Tanjirou by his collar and hoist him aside to shield him, whipping your blade up and clashing with another of your kind. A Slayer–but this time you recognize him as the person who you offered your Pillar seat to.

”Giyuu?” You don’t believe your eyes. You’ve seen hundreds of people with the same color hair and the same dull eyes he bore which led you to believe that you were mistaken, but the haori was a sure sign of who he was. ”Is that you? What are you doing here?”

Tanjirou looks up in relief at the name. Inosuke gives up on reviving his comrade, wondering what the hell is going on with so much noise.

”[Name]…?” His somber blue eyes look incredulously at you, from the pattern of your scarf to your sword. He takes notice of how his hands tremble from your strength, something that had never occurred before. You seem to have matured in appearance also; how he didn’t have to tilt his head down to meet your eyes anymore. How your face and physique became slimmer from the strict and rigorous routine of slaying demons.

You also take a few seconds to look at him, steel grating together.

He didn’t change much ever since you last saw him. You could really only point out how his hair grew longer and perhaps a couple of centimeters to his height, but you don’t remember.

Focus.

You shove him away with your weapon, skidding back and taking ahold of Tanjirou once more. The Pillar eyes the way you’re handling him, how you urge your blade towards the box on his shoulders.

”Don’t just stare! You can feel it too, right? The demon inside this?” you clink your blade urgently onto the wood, vying for his attention. As a Pillar, there was no doubt he sensed it.

Demons are the terrors of mankind, both of you agreed to before.

After a moment, he nods. ”I’ve known for two years.”

And you didn’t know about it? Obviously, you were busy for the past couple of years with missions nonstop, but… it just felt wrong. You couldn’t put your finger on it.

“You’re joking, right? Giyuu.” This couldn’t be his choice. That dumb kid with that scar on his forehead had to have brainwashed your friend or something.

Demons are evil. They’re merciless. Insatiable. They slaughter countless innocent people. They killed your family. Sabito’s family. Giyuu’s older sister. Sabito.

So why in the world would he permit one to blend away with the humans?

”This is a violation of the Demon Slaying Corps conduct, Giyuu. We can’t let a demon live with them! As Slayers, we are trained to protect the humans with our lives. What would happen if that girl attacks an unsuspecting victim? Think about it. When has there ever been a demon who lived in harmony with us?”

Tanjirou makes a noise, presumably to receive approval to speak.

”Quiet, boy. The adults are speaking here.” He shrinks back, sweating profusely. Not a whimper or sound breaks out of his lips in fear of your wrath and bitterness. ”Not only have you desecrated this sacred forest by luring demons here, but you dare bring one willingly?”

Giyuu steps forth, sheathing his sword. He wouldn’t be needing it anymore.

“[Name], stop. It’s a pledge our mentor and I agreed to make.” You almost drop your sword but quickly tightened up your grip. Did that imply that this child trained with your instructor? Nevermind that, but Urokodaki of all people sheltered a fiend in his run-down lodging? ”If his sister ever attacks a human, we will compensate for it with our lives.”

You bite back the words you desperately want to say.

(”You’re going to cast away the life your sister sacrificed for you? The life that Sabito died for? For a mere demon we can kill right now?”)

Yeah, there was no way you were going to say that. Not to the person you’ve been yearning to meet, the person you fell in love with and only realized it when you departed from him. You don’t want to be away from him ever again. Not when it’s like he’s dangling off the edge of a cliff, wet and slippery from rain, merely holding on by the tips of his fingers. Not when he takes a glance down, believing that plunging into the shallow and murky river water was better than living with guilt and shame of surviving death multiple times–surviving at the expense of those he cared for dearly.

Tears rush out of your eyes like the raindrops that drip from the roof after a stormy day. Damn these feelings! You were supposed to be furious at Giyuu, not getting sentimental and mushy over your past!

Tanjirou lets out an oomph when you drop him in favor of clearing your tears away. The males, save for Zenitsu, are appalled (maybe not Giyuu, he knows how you are) by how quickly your mood shifts, though they are glad for your change of heart. Inosuke doesn’t quite understand all the details, but suddenly he’s craving for a piping hot meal to fill up the bottomless pit that is his stomach. And a good night’s sleep included, preferably.

An old crow totters to your feet, inclining its head. You do the same without much of a thought, sniffling. Was this Giyuu’s crow? It’s shivering for whatever reason. Was it because of its age? Why did he get an old crow? Wait, that doesn’t matter.

”You and me, we need to talk.” Returning your blade to its sheath, you stomp over to Giyuu and snatch his hand in yours. Turning back, you look at Tanjirou, ”I’m not escorting you back to a village. Tell your crow to navigate you to a Wisteria crest estate or whatever. Better hurry up or your friend may never wake up.”

Apparently, the boar wasn’t too happy about the

”GAH! HEY!!” Inosuke tosses his head back, roaring and nearly prompting his mask to slip off. ”Come back here, we still need to decide who’s the strongest! I’ll crush—”

”Oh, um–Thank you so much!” Tanjirou interrupts, adjusting the box to his front then slinging Zenitsu onto his back, causing the unconscious male’s head to knock into Tanjirou’s shoulder. The red-haired boy stumbles from the weight bearing down on his injuries before gathering himself together, nodding to both you and Giyuu before heading out the other direction. He looks back, ”Come on, Inosuke!”

Inosuke glances back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth–before growling and stampeding to where Tanjirou had went.

You do the same, hand held tight around Giyuu’s and leading him through the forest. His hands were large and warm, perfectly clasped around yours even if his grip was loose.

“I can’t believe this,” you take a sharp turn and exit out the forest, bustling through the shrubbery.

The leaves that scatter around you are dancers and their stage the wispy breeze. Fluttering without care, twirling on instinct, the sharp whistle of the breeze guiding them to the ground as the music dies down. Drop, drop, drop. Few nestle in your hair and take the form of adornments, and others to Giyuu’s.

“Do you even know what you’re going to do when Master finds out? Can you even explain your decision of leaving his sister alive?”

He gazes into the ice of your eyes, silent when you squeeze his hand tighter, begging for a response.

”Do you still hate me?” you ask. His hand grows clammy in yours. ”I know that I haven’t been a good friend to you ever since Sabito died. But this is serious, Giyuu. What good comes out of this when the aftermath is either death or expulsion from the Corps? Do you really want to give up on life so badly?”

Though there is no clock nearby, you can hear and feel the seconds tick by as the deafening silence trails on. Tick, tick, tick. Time is endless, people say. Was it true, though? When people die, time ends for them. In no way would it resume. It’s simply impossible.

He tears his eyes away from yours, suddenly finding the ground appealing. You wonder if he feels uncomfortable with your hand-holding. You don’t let go regardless.

“When I received the message from Oyakata-sama that I could have challenged you to the Water Pillar seat two years ago, I refused. I felt that maybe your life could change for the better if you had a higher pedestal to stand on when you’re so dedicated to defeating demons. Don’t you remember how Sabito slapped the shit out of you when you thought you were better off dying? You hate it when people throw their lives away, but why are you so convinced that she wouldn’t attack a human? You might die, so why? Tell me.”

Being a Pillar was a challenge you constantly strived to succeed in. Not only was it an esteemed and honorable position granted to the most formidable swordsman of the organization, but each Pillar had a certain Breath Style that sets them apart from the others. You had considered developing another Breath Style that derives from the Breath of Water, but you decided to create original techniques, using the tools you had already.

You wanted to be part of a group that recognized your power. Wanted. That was when you were still training with Urokodaki, Sabito, and Giyuu. But these accumulations of events, from Sabito’s death to your separation from Giyuu and all in between, led you to realize that power wasn’t all you needed. Instead, to cherish what you already achieved.

You’re powerful, you’re talented, and you’ll cherish those aspects. But you won’t let it overcome what you truly love.

“Because…” You quiet down your thoughts. ”Even when his sister was in a starved state, wounded, and had little stamina from turning into a demon, she still protected Tanjirou. She was different. Most would take advantage of an unconscious human right under their nose.”

Never had you heard of a demon denying human flesh in your life.

”You weren’t imagining things, right?” you tug him closer, eyes wide and skeptical, though you cannot recall a moment where Giyuu lied to you. ”I’ve never heard of a case such as that. But if there’s never been a fatality in two years as you said, then…”

There will most likely never be one. Unless her brother was endangered by another human, or if she needed their flesh to replenish the stamina she’s lost. Still, Tanjirou promised Giyuu that he wouldn’t let it happen.

You slump down your shoulders in defeat. There was no point in mulling over it when you had already allowed them to escape. You couldn’t take back your decision. Not only would it look bad on your character, but Giyuu would probably despise you soon after.

”You win. And guess what? You have my word that I won’t tell Master.”

”Why?” he asks.

”Don’t question me. Aren’t you glad?”

He nods.

”Good.”

You shiver as the wind picks up once more. Giyuu gently releases your hand and shrugs off his haori, ignoring your protests as he swings it above your head and drapes it onto your shoulders.

“I don’t need it. I’m not cold.”

“Still–”

You quiet down when he reaches over to tug you to his chest. Your nose collides into the rigidness of his muscles, dumbfounded by his actions.

Giyuu positions his hand onto the back of your head and encircles his arms around your waist, adjusting your head so that your ear laid above his heart.

You fiddle with the material of his dark uniform, hesitant on returning the embrace.

Despite how reserved and gracious he sounded, his heartbeat said otherwise. It was almost like he had been jogging without rest before pulling you into a hug, but you don’t mind. Similarly, you could hear your own pulse ringing in your ears by how nervous you felt.

This is normal. It’s comparable to those novels you’ve read in the past where friends cry and snuggle into their friends’ arms, whom they have not seen in a while.

”I’m sorry, [Name].”

You don’t move. ”For what?”

”I was naive of your emotions after he passed. It was selfish of me to distance myself from you when you were also grieving. If I hadn’t gotten wounded badly that day, we would all still be together and he would claim the title of Water Pillar rather than me.”

You bring your hands to his sides, hovering over the folds of his attire.

”Yikes, so there’s no odds of me even becoming the Water Pillar? Hurtful, but I get it,” you jest lightly, but you’re aware that wasn’t what he was insinuating. ”Though if anyone should be apologizing, it’s me. I treated you harshly and expected you to overcome his death in terrible means. I abandoned you and never delivered any letters to you when you were probably worried about me.”

He shakes his head. ”I didn’t, either.”

”You’re right.” you wrap your arms around him fully, nuzzling your face into his chest. Your voice is muffled by his clothes when you speak. ”But we forgive each other, right?”

”No.”

You jerk your head up to meet his soft eyes that deviated from his sharp features.

”Not until you promise that you’ll be with me from now on.”

Since when did he get so bold?

”Was it like torture for you these past few years?” he doesn’t respond to the question so you continue. ”It was for me. That look you gave me when I left you hurt a lot. But I couldn’t do anything about it because of the mission I was assigned—the one with the two orphans.” You shift against his body, legs tingly from standing still for too long. ”Anyways, how is he doing right now? I heard he became a Pillar two years ago.”

”Tokitou?” You snap your fingers in response, thinking back to the air-headed and apathetic teenager you found with Amane and her children. ”He spaces out most of the time during the day.”

That’s all he has to say?

”Oh. Well, good for him. It’s remarkable for someone of his age to satisfy the Pillar requirements with so little training. I’m a little envious of him.”

The kid was wounded terribly when you arrived at his residence, clutching the hand of his lifeless twin brother. You don’t know much about him since you were appointed another task by Kagaya the day after, but you were still curious about what became of him.

”Who cares, though. My dream to be a Pillar is far behind me now.” You hum, thinking back to his statement from a few moments ago.

”Not until you promise that you’ll be with me from now on.”

What the hell was that? If anyone else had heard him, they would assume he was proposing to you.

Was it just you or was it getting hotter and hotter? Perhaps the body heat from Giyuu and the warmth of his haori was making your senses all fuzzy.

”Okay.” you fasten your arms tighter around him, rooting him in his spot. Your mind is spinning and your cheeks are flushed. ”Okay, I promise. Master is pretty lenient with team arrangements, so I don’t doubt that he’ll allow us. Perhaps it could be just like the old times where we protected each other, ate, and trained together. Would we be unstoppable? Maybe, but who knows. It wouldn’t be so bad though since I like you. Heh.”

It felt like you’ve said this before, maybe in the past to him. Déjà vu, probably.

He thanks you, but doesn’t say much after. You couldn’t see it in the night, but his complexion reddens, believing that you hadn’t given him your attention earlier.

”I heard you. Now, let’s go rest somewhere before reporting to Master tomorrow at dawn.”

Like a flash of lighting, you nudge Giyuu away and take his hand–haori swaying to and fro along with the motion–steering him to the Wisteria crest manor you had Tanjirou visit.

#chew writes #request #sabito x reader #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #tomioka giyuu x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny spoilers #kny #giyuu

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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 3 years

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Hii! May i ask for a slice of cake? (If you can ofc)

So im a INFP-T virgo im also 4"11 i have dark brown hair it because wayy lighter near the sun. Also dark brown eyes my hair is cut kinda like a shag like the front is cut but the back isn't (bc of my parents) my style is grunge ig? Im very inlove with fairy style Smm but because im broke i cant really fulfil my love for that style (also probably because of my parents). My body is???? Okay my boobies are medium size and no unfortunately I don't have a fat ass 😕 im not chubby but at the same time im not skinny. Like the most fat goes to my tummy I get rolls when I sit down bath blah you get my point (im pretty insecure about it lolol). One of my two main dreams is to study abroad and become an interior decorator.

I dont know how to describe my personality but I will try. My best friend always tells me that my sense of humour is downhill BAD. I would laugh at the dumbest shit ever for example i laughed one of those pixilated bugs pics with random names on the bottom 💀 also I laugh at my own trauma and stuff that shouldn't be laughed at. I kinda have anger issues 😕 I get unmotivated pretty easily. I rant to my best friend alot and she says that im ✨depressed✨ and have ✨anxiety✨ and that i need therapy. Im scared to rant to my parents because im "too young and its just my hormones". Something that I found out about myself this year is i have chill tics 😦 (from anxiety). Outside im nice and sweet but on the inside my mind is just saying other things. Im SOMETIMES cold and say what's on my mind but thats to my close ones like my mom dad or friends. I dont lie going Outside alot I think school is kinda useless. I like to draw and listen to music my fav artist are mother mother and mitski.

I hope i didn't say TOO much anyway thank youu I hope you have/had a great day :)

🍰 for @shotosimp2

Romantic Matchup

Oikawa Tooru

How yall met

Ok im ngl

Y'all had know clue who each other were

Well that's a lie

Of course you knew who Oikawa was

But you just didn't care

Now Oikawa always saw you around school

You know...in the school uniform

But one day

He saw you outside of school in all of your grunge glory

And apart of him was like bitch wtf

And the other was like ok queen i see you 😗

So he approached you and complimented your outfit

And you said thanks and then ran off to wherever you were heading

Wait

You just said thanks???

No fan girling????

Not even a blush??????

Nothing????????????

OIKAWA.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING

Ok he would understand that reaction if you were just a stranger on the street

But you went to school with him?

So you had to know who he was right?

Yeah my mans had a whole ass crisis because you didn't have a bigger reaction

The next day he went to Iwa and told him about his interaction with you

And he was just like not everyone was to like you ya know

Oikawa: >:o

Then Iwa had a brilliant idea

Get this

Maybe

Oikawa should BEFRIEND you before expecting you to want to talk to him

Wild theory I know

So now Oikawa had a new goal

Befriending you

It actually wasn't that hard since you both had a lot of classes together

Soon enough you guys became close friends

And oikawa was happy with just being your friend

At least...he thought he was

But everything changed when you told him you were going to study abroad for 3 months

And even though you had each others numbers

Everything without you just seemed so dull

Omg

Did he really have feelings for you?

The more time that passed by the more he was sure that he liked you

Like LIKED liked you

So the day you came back to Japan is when he confessed to you

And well you'd be lying if you said you hadn't caught feelings for him too

So you said yes

What they love about you

He loves how normal you treat him

Now hell admit when he first met you he kinda wanted you to treat him like a celebrity

Expected it even

But the more time he spent around you

The more he realized how much he liked being treated normally

Ok screw what your friend says

He loves your humor!

Yall will laugh at the dumbest shit

If we were to look at you and Oikawa's messages

85% of it would be dumb ass memes

And honestly

This boy makes jokes about his trauma too

“Hey Y/N you wanna hear a joke?”

“Sure”

“My existence”

“...”

“Ayyyyy”

He loves how easy it is to talk to you

Like he's told you things he hasn't even told Iwa before

And Iwa is his CHILDHOOD BESTIE

So yeah

Trust between you two

ASTRONOMICAL

What you love about them

You love how supportive he is

If you say you wanna do something

He is right behind you cheering you on

You could tell him you want to commit arson

And he'd just be like

Period queen ill bring the gasoline 💅

You can always count on this man to be in your corner

Speaking of

You can always count on oikawa period

Which is another thing that you love about him

If oikawa is anything

He is a man of his word

If he says hes gonna do something

You know he's gonna do it

He's just overall a really reliable person

You love how he just seems to motivate you to do better

Fr after you guys started dating your grades went

Partly because you felt like you needed to compete with him

But mostly because he just motivates and pushes you to do better

And if you do improve on something

He is HYPING you up

“That's my baby! I knew you could do it!”

Favorite things to do together

Yall love to just go to the store and window shop

Im sorry but yall are some broke hoes

So most of the time it's just you guys trying on clothes in the dressing room

Taking pictures of your outfits

Then leaving

Yeah the store employees kinda hate you…

But who cares what they think

And if you two do have some pocket cash you'll buy one or two things

Then blow the rest of your money on that good mall food

Cause why not

Random Hc

He makes fun of your guys height difference ALL THE TIME

But like, can you blame him????

You're not even 5 feet tall!!!

“Imagine being the size of a 10 year old, couldn't be me”

Imagine being taller than the national average height 😐, couldn't be me”

“Touche”

He let you dress him up as an E-Boy ONCE

Ngl tho he dug the eyeliner look 😗

He called you every day while you were studying abroad

He even sent you a oikawa plushie

You may or may not have sent him a video of you drowning it

When you came back to Japan he legit TACKLED you in the middle of the airport

Astrology

Virgo + Cancer

Compatibility 80%

Cancer and Virgo can have a wonderful connection and are usually brought together by sexual understanding.

The main problem of their relationship is in the possible conflict between emotional Cancer and reasonable Virgo.

If they manage to overcome this, accepting each other’s shortcomings and learning to incorporate some rationality or some emotion into their lives, they could end up in an inspiring relationship that will last for a very long time.

In a way, they complement each other as much as the heart complements the mind.

If they share a spark of love, it would be a shame to miss the opportunity for happiness just because of someone’s irrational expectations or someone’s closed heart.

If someone can help Virgo build their trust, it is their Cancer partner.

Although Cancer is a cardinal sign, they are stable by nature, especially when it comes to emotional decisions they have made.

If they have chosen Virgo to be their loving partner, they will have no reason to lie or cheat.

This behavior would only endanger their vision of a shared life and a loving family they want with the partner they chose.

This is also a reason why Cancer won’t have an initial problem with trusting Virgo.

Their convictions are stronger than their doubt.

Overall Aesthetic

Grunge Glamour ✨

Songs -

Tia tamera (Doja Cat)

Verbratem (mother mother

Literal Legend (Ayesha Erotica)

Hayloft (mother mother)

Stupid (ashnikko)

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu fandom #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu matchups #oikawa hcs #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa headcanons #oikawa tooru

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may-shepard · 3 years

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Supernatural and Me, Painting With What I Hope Will Be Gradually Increasing Skill 1x02: Wendigo

I feel like I didn’t apologise sufficiently in my previous post to anyone associated with petrykivka as an art form. I am but a humble aspirer to painting cute flowers on my cupboards, and may creep back off into the cowardly stencil option if this proves fruitless, har har, that’s a joke because a lot of petrykivka features fruit:

via Unknown Ukraine

2m: Hey there’s Cory Monteith! I didn’t know he was in this episode!

Oh.

Also I have to admit, at this time of posting this I’ve watched ahead to Dead in the Water (1x03) and I know that there is a Bathtub Incident in that episode, and here we have Dude Peeing and Things Not Going Well, I seriously think there’s a theme here.

It’s either Basic Bodily Functions and Self-Care Are Potentially Deadly or Don’t Read Joseph Campbell in the Woods:

Because

I know myself well enough to know that I’m going to end up finding Sam and Dean’s relationship endearing, so I’m giving myself full permission to be all in because Dean asks Sam if he wants to drive the car which means he’s really worried about him. Believe me when I say I’m fully prepared to believe that these are the facial expressions of two dudes who really care about each other:

After last time, I decided to ditch the chalk paint and go direct to the acrylics, because yikes. Tonight’s palette is purple, blue, and pink, with a skootch of yellow, which hahaha I am howling because when I chose them I did not take in the fact that these are the colours of bi pride (plus yellow, idk man, sunshine?). I’m so bi it just leaches out through my aesthetics 24/7, hey, that’s what Dean said amirite?

I’m practicing putting together the techniques I was practicing last time into some kind of vague flower shape which is maybe supposed to look like this, ish (also LOL even this tutorial is bi af, what the hell):

15m Ayyyyy Callum Keith Rennie is in this episode! Nvm Battlestar Galactica have you seen Hard Core Logo?

There are some good thoughts about Callum Keith Rennie here.

28m okay but I love it as a horror trope when the Thing that’s Out There emulates the voice of a human who’s scared or in pain or is screaming for help, so this is awesome. (If you’re into that trope too, there’s a very good version of it in Annihilation, one of the best horror movies of the past decade, which pairs beautifully with Midsommar for being pastel-coloured but still dreadful in all the best ways.)

This flower is turning out better than any of my others so far:

How do we feel about native monsters being used in mainstream, non-Native-made horror? It gives me a yikes-y feeling, especially when the interpretation of the monster is essentially a nosferatu crossed with a grizzly bear, but wendigo’s interesting if you dig a bit. The most terrifying read on it I’m aware of is Columbus and Other Cannibals: The Wetiko Disease of Exploitation, Imperialism, and Terrorism by Jack D. Forbes, who wrote:

CANNIBALS is focused upon my use of the Native American concept of the “Wetiko” psychosis, the disease of cannibalism. I believe that the exploitative consumption of the earth, the living creatures of the earth, and, above all, other human beings and their homelands, constitute actual, real, unmitigated cannibalism. Tragically, the cannibalism of which I write has become more and more an acceptable part of modern economic and personal exploitation, with those who do the consuming giving little or no thought to the diminishing or even elimination of the lives of those at the receiving end of their quest for profit and super-sustenance.

More here if you’re interested.

33m Dean as damsel in distress, I like it! Does this happen a lot?

34m:

Extremely toxic material much like life under imperialist capitalism, yeah? “Do Not Enter” I mean, if only we could exit!

37m “Check it out: flareguns.”

“Those will work.”

Use the flaregun of your passion for justice and / or literal flareguns, either will do against the cannibalistic impulse that drives capitalism, I guess.

All of a sudden I’m liking this episode. Also make your own joke here about failing to hydrate or w/e.

Potential deep veins for later on: the idea that Sam and Dean’s family is totally screwed, but they can help these orphans have a happy ending, so sweet? I like it as a motivation. Also do all the guest star women kiss Dean on the lips at the end of each episode? Hm.

I didn’t go much further with this flower, since I felt as though some of the detail work was beyond me and the potential to fuck it up was high, but I did use the last of my rapidly drying paint to do a pic of the monster from this episode. I didn’t want to blow him up all over and I wasn’t sure the colours I had to work with would make a good splosion, so I gave him a weird flower instead that magically made him super happy. (Picture him exploding with joy in a moment, if you’d still like him blown up, or idk gleefully embracing a better standard of behaviour than compulsive people-eating.)

For good or for ill this post is part of a series:

1x01

#supernatural #spn 1x02 #petrykivka #bad art #may watches supernatural from the beginning

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emcon-imagines · 4 years

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headcanons: Tony Stark trying to throw you a surprise birthday party

birthday post for @locke-writes

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a/n: happy birthday noah!! I just want you to know how much I love you and your blog! You’re an amazing writer and a mutual who is endlessly supportive; your weekend fic recs never fail to make me smile. I hope you have a great birthday!!!

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The thing about Tony is, he has a lot of big ideas but can also be incredibly disorganized when it comes to these sorts of things

And normally he’d ask Pepper for help but you’re his friend and he wants to do this himself

Even if it might be a hot mess

He spends a few evenings in the lab, brainstorming, jotting down notes as he works on his suits

Lots of ideas seem too big, and he wants it to seem sincere

He finally decides on a surprise party with a bunch of close friends

Okay, so here’s where things go off the rails

He gives Peter the (what he thinks is simple) task of confirming what your favorite food is

He needs details. Appetizers. Desserts? Sides?

But Peter comes back with “I think pancakes :)”

Tony’s like “Okay.... fuck it. Pancake bar! Unlimited toppings.”

You know he’s going to get fireworks for this party and it’s going to be way overboard and definitely a hazard

As the days lead up he gets more and more nervous

Then he goes to Pepper for help, runs everything by her, wants to make sure everything he picked out is a good idea

The Stark Tower never looked as lit up as it does the night of your birthday

It’s practically neon

You almost came by the Tower earlier that day and he had to send Happy to stop you at the door

“Sorry, Y/N, no badge, no entry. New policy.”

“Happy, you know me! And it’s my birthday!”

“Hey, I’ll have Tony get you a badge. Happy Birthday.”

Tony nearly dropping his phone when you call him to complain about the new policy

He’s literally setting up the party

So he has his face as close to the screen as possible to hide the background

Which you call him out on

“This is a top secret project I’m working on here.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“Uh... it’s a suit? A very big one.”

You making a passing comment about being a year older and Tony pretending like “oh yeah no that’s crazy had no idea that it was your birthday that’s cool”

It was just going to be a few close friends at the party but word got out and the rest of the Avengers show up early

Mostly to heckle Tony about his own event planning skills

Tony realizing that he never planned on how to get you back to the Tower for the surprise

Natasha: “Why don’t you just... call them?”

Lots of bickering among the guests about whether to hide or not to jump out for the “surprise!”

Steve: “Look, we’re not doing that, y/n will think they’re under attack.”

So when you show up, the lights are on and the music is blasting and everyone is just like “ayyyyy!”

And like any Tower party, the shenanigans go long into the night

#for friends #marvel #headcanons #marvel headcanon #tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark headcanon #reader insert #marvel reader insert #iron man #iron man headcanon #iron man x reader

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talkingsong · 5 years

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It really do be like that sometimes.

I watched a memes video before this reading I’m sorry

They say astrology is the map of your life- everything that occurs within it can be explained by the stars. Today, July 25th, 2019, I’ve channeled messages for each zodiac sign. To read yours, simply scroll down, find your sun, moon, or rising sign, and read. Even if it isn’t July 25th when you read this, whatever message you see is the message designed especially for you, however the timing ends up working out.

ARIES

Don’t feel guilty for having the things that you have. Gratitude is a debt repaid for the gifts that you’ve received- if you didn’t deserve them, then you wouldn’t have gotten them. I feel like you guys have finally manifested what you want (or part of what you want) and that it has to do with physical items and material things, mostly. Get over your feeling that you getting what you want is unfair to others. Your ego is getting in the way. You’ve been communicating with the universe and it has been communicating with you- there is a current equal give and exchange between you and the universe. Cherish it in a self-less way. Find beauty in the connection rather than the fact that it’s YOU connecting with IT, if that makes sense.

TAURUS

Let go of your dependency on yourself. You will get much further if you allow other people into your plan and partner up to get things done. Rest when you’re alone- but understand that work is when you're with others. Achieve this balance and your bright future is already manifested.

Also, don’t oversmother your projects. Your progress is like taking care of a plant- water it once, leave it in direct sunlight for two hours twice a week. Sunlight is your attention. Water is the emotion and thought and intention that you put into your projects. Don’t drown the plant in either.

GEMINI

C’mon Geminis, you big, lumpy blobs of confusion and inner conflict. Your guides are pushing you to actually communicate with someone. Open up! Tell them what’s wrong! Even if you don’t want them to know or even if it’s hard, you need to in order to move forwards in your life. If someone asks you how you’re feeling, don’t just answer “fine.” If someone asks you what’s wrong, don’t just say “I’m tired.” Your partner or your friends or family have noticed that you aren’t as present as you usually are and you need to give them a reason, please and thank you.

Your guides are also pushing you to do something that they’re saying they’ve been telling you to do for a while now and you’re not doing it. They’re sending a gentle but firm reminder to get your ass in gear and start doing what you’re meant to. Gët gôīńg.

CANCER

This is about romance for some of you. Your guides are saying choose from the heart! Your logic marks the stepping stones for you to take your dreams into reality. So know that things are about to start moving really really fast and the things that you’ve been wanting are coming up quickly, don’t be stuck in that beginners energy. Pick the path you wanna go down, know that you can change it if you want down the line, but pick decisively and head down it! For those of you wondering: Yes, this man is the one that you’re meant to start a relationship with at this time. Have fun you two! Ahh.... use protection, I guess!

LEO

Add more humor into your life, dude. I understand that there’s a shit ton of energy going on here and you're thinking about a lot, but make room for some joking around, yeah? You’re in the process of finding what it is that you truly believe. And you’re starting to find what you want to protect and defend in your life going forward. I see you becoming an activist for something important to you, something that you’ve experienced at some point in your life that effected you strongly. It’s your time to follow a higher path and understand what that whole experience really was about. There’s a quote here that I’ll hope helps you, because I don’t really have much else to say considering this is more of a journey for the individual-

“Basically, we are all responsible for the preservation of our personal joy; but happiness is different. Joy is not circumstantial, happiness is. You can be depressed and still have joy. You can be suicidal and still have joy. We all stop thinking and we all stop talking and we all stop sharing and we all stop creating, because by doing any of these things we quickly find out just how unhappy we are. But that's okay. That's normal. Don't let the fear of unhappiness cripple your pursuit of finding what it is you believe. Since joy is found in belief, we all have to push through unhappiness to find joy. Basically.” ― Tyler Joseph

Hope this helps.

VIRGO

Ayyyyy, Virgos! Y’all are my people. I mean, I’m not a virgo, but like.... We get each other, y’know? Anyways-

I feel like you’re starting to call in more of your tribe. You’re attracting more friends and people into your life that actually love and care about you and build you up, and vice versa. I feel like you’re getting more genuine connection with your own intuition and emotion and spirituality as well. Continue on your path trusting yourself and those around you completely, and success is basically guaranteed.

LIBRA

Don’t overanalyze the options, you have a better choice. You need to confront whatever problem or issue that you’ve been avoiding, because you ignoring it is blocking you and your progress. To turn this around, make sure to stop procrastinating and just make a decision already. 77 might be an important number to you, or angel number 877.

SCORPIO

In the past you’ve been through a lot, especially with friend groups and drama, and because of it you’ve transformed into a more beautiful person. You now have the experience needed to plan your future accordingly because of what happened in the past and what you’ve learned from it. Trust yourself and stay devoted to the future you! Go ahead and get involved in any creative endevours that you’ve been thinking about taking and listen to your advice from your inspiration and your heart. You go, girl.

SAGGITARIUS

I feel like you’ve just completed some cycle or battle of sorts, and are currently in the limbo waiting period for something else to happen. I want you to know that all of the fear and the worry that you feel about the future is not something that you should be focused on. It’s distracting you from the magical opportunities coming your way and you need to redirect your attention to something more positive with the mindset of, “I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.” Let your intuition and faith guide you along your journey to the next stage in your life. I can assure you that more opportunities and more amazing things than you realize are waiting for you on the other side. Keep you head held high, my friend.

CAPRICORN

There’s unfairness in some aspect of your life, and you’re being called to balance out what you feel isn’t right. Let go of things that aren’t serving you- moreover, let go of things where you aren’t serving anyone else, including yourself. You need to start taking new things and new changes into consideration with little regard of a comfort zone. You’ve been recently stuck in your judgements and your old ways of thinking, and it’s time that you break free. No rush, though- your guides are only asking you to gently bring your attention to the unfairness in your life currently, and to take action as you see fit.

AQUARIUS

You’re getting your universal rewards, babyyyyy. As far as internally, you’ve manifested your own happiness in the form of hope, optimism, faith, empowerment, relief, growth, healing, yada yada. Externally you’re recieving job offers and new cars and travel and basically just all that good shit that you’ve been working on manifesting, my friend. This is your reward for being so dedicated and hardworking, especially through sticking with things even when times get tough. Out of all the groups, you guys have an extremely good week, month, year ahead of you. Take care!

PISCES

Okay, so I’m going to start this off by saying that I feel for most if not all of you, this message has something to do with your identity. Specifically for some, gender identity, especially if you’re transitioning to being female. I feel like you’ve had powerful epiphanies about who you are and what you’re to do from having terrible, ten-of-swords type experiences in the past. With the growth that you’re having, you're starting to understand the truth of your situation and changing your perspective on everything that you went through in the past, and I feel like you’re finally starting to feel liberated and powerful enough to take action. There’s such a powerful energy here for you, Pisces, and everything around you is changing. Everything you touch turns to gold. You’re growing wings. I can’t communicate how powerful this growth energy is. I feel that it all sprouted from alone time- taking a night to sit and think of things that you haven’t thought about in a while and address and finally confront the things that you feel threatened by- or, by confronting hidden subconscious feelings that you didn’t even know you had. You’re embracing your femininity, your water side, your intuition and the deeper depths of your body, mind and soul. I’m just hearing, “you know where to go now.”

It’s like you’re in control now of the waves that used to drag you down, and you’re re-crowning yourself as the master of the sea, a title you rightfully deserve.

My point is, you’ve learned so many lessons from this and you’ve been undergoing so many growth-spurts- you get to choose what to do with the power you possess. Choose wisely, Pisces. You can’t make a wrong choice.

Blessings.

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17 and 48 for the prompts thing ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

ayyyyy kari thanks pal

hope you like it!!!! ✨✨✨

(are y’all sick of me yet? i sure hope not)

no. 17 “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…” & no. 48 “Boo.”

Lucas doesn’t hate his job at the Louvre. Not consistently. He only hates it sometimes.

Like now, when he’s scrambling down the stairs towards the administration office at a breakneck speed. He takes a sharp right as soon as he hits the ground level, towards an empty, dark corridor with a single door at the end of it.

Wessler is probably still yelling upstairs, at the same volume he was when Lucas left, spit flying from his mouth.

“Well, I don’t care! They’ll be here in an hour and we still have to set it up! Someone go downstairs and find me where that fucking USB went! And where the fuck is Demaury?”

Daphné had turned to Lucas and mouthed, Lucas, go, right now, so Lucas had slipped out of the door without anyone noticing. He’s not even really sure what’s on the USB, just that it’s Very Important Information required for the donors meeting they were holding that morning before the museum opened.

It’s a Tuesday. It’s 8 a.m. Lucas doesn’t even work in admin. And neither does Eliott, actually, but that didn’t stop him from disappearing when he was sent on the same mission. Maybe Eliott just decided enough was enough and left for a coffee. Lucas can understand that.

He swipes his key card into the door bursts inside, breathing heavily and scanning the room. There are two large tables filled with powered-down computers, file folders everywhere, and neatly-sorted pencils and highlighters sticking out of ceramic mugs. Lucas doesn’t see any memory sticks.

“Boo.”

Lucas shrieks, letting go of the door and jumping backwards, his elbow smacking hard into something that causes the door to slam shut.

“Oh shit,” It’s Eliott, scrambling out from behind a desk, the knees of his trousers dusty, his hair messy. He lunges for the door just as its slamming, but misses it, hand grasping onto nothing.

Lucas, for his part, is standing there his his hands clutching at his throat like he’s a rich lady in a Hitchcock film who’s just discovered a body. Horrified. Confused.

“Eliott, what the fuck.”

Eliott is muttering to himself, yanking on the door handle. “I think you may have locked us in.”

What. “What?”

Eliott jiggles at the door handle more furiously. “Shit, did you hit the emergency lock bar? I think it’s jammed shut.”

Lucas whirls around to the door. “Hit the what? Why is that something that exists?”

“It’s on the back of every door. In case of security threats?” At Lucas’s dubious look, Eliott throws his hands out to the side. “They brief us about it every week!”

“I don’t…” Lucas coughs into his fist. “I don’t really pay attention during those.”

“Well, no shit.” Eliott sounds long-suffering when he says, “Normally we should be able to get it open again from this side, but I think you’ve broken it somehow.”

“Okay,” Lucas retorts hotly. “Why the fuck would you scare me like that? What were you even doing?”

“I’m looking for that USB! The same thing I’ve been doing for like, half an hour!”

“You were looking behind a desk?”

“I thought it might have fallen!”

Lucas realizes, belatedly, that they’re actually yelling at each other about a hard drive, while standing locked in a dark, cramped office space. Inside one of the most famous museums in the world.

People weren’t kidding when they said adult life was weird.

“Right.” Lucas pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “Let’s just…figure this out. Can’t we call out to the office upstairs?”

“That would be a good idea,” Eliott groans, thumping his head against the locked door, “if the phones down here weren’t still busted.”

Oh yeah. Lucas forgot about that.

He really needs to start paying attention to those morning briefings.

Eliott turns to him suddenly, face brightening. “But you have your phone on you, right?”

Now it’s Lucas’s turn to groan. “No. I left it upstairs.”

Just like that, the brightness from Eliott’s face disappears. “Shit.”

“Shit,” Lucas agrees.

There’s a moment of silence where it sinks in for both of them. The reality of being trapped in a dark, cramped office space in one of the most famous museums in the world with a coworker that you’re we-talk-in-the-kitchen friendly with but not let’s-get-trapped-together friendly with.

“This is not how I thought this day would go,” Lucas says mournfully.

“I dunno.” Eliott is standing back from the door, planting his hands on his hips. “Maybe it’s not so bad.”

Lucas squints at him. “How do you figure?”

“Well, it looks like we’ll be trapped for a while, long enough that we might have to miss the meeting.”

Lucas brightens at that.

“And,” Eliott says grandly, sweeping an arm towards the back of the office, “they have a coffee machine in here.”

“Oh, thank Christ.”

It actually is appealing, the idea of missing the dreaded donors meeting, where each department has to give a brief presentation about any potential acquisitions, and any new restoration developments. Lucas doesn’t even know why he has to be there. He’s a junior-level employee in the sculptures department. All he’s going to do is pass out Daphné’s colour-coded notes and then spend the rest of the meeting standing near the door awkwardly.

It’s even more appealing to be trapped with Eliott Demaury, the new guy working in Impressionism that has had everyone in the museum aflutter for a whole month.

“Did you see him?” Emma had grabbed onto Lucas’s jacket as soon as he’d stepped into their office on the morning of Eliott’s first day. “There’s this new guy, he’s working in paintings, something, whatever, and he’s so hot.”

“So hot!” Alexia echoed behind her, carrying a mug of tea and a stack of catalogues.

Lucas hadn’t been that impressed at the time, but later that day he’d gone to make coffee in the staff kitchen and had nearly collided with someone, a tall, handsome, and smiling someone.

Eliott Demaury.

All it took was Eliott saying hello to him, offering him a pastry from a cardboard box, and that was it for Lucas.

They’ve become friends, kind of. At least, as good friends you can be with a colleague who works in a different department and who you’re also harbouring a big gay crush on.

But there they are, locked in admin and making coffee, dumping tiny packets of sugar into their mugs.

“You put in way too much,” Lucas says.

Eliott is unbothered. “I like sweet things.”

They sit at one of the desks and play tic-tac-toe. They crumple up pieces of paper and shoot them into the recycling bin in the corner. They sprawl onto the ground and stare up at the ceiling, drifting in and out of conversation.

“How are things, lately? In Impressionism.” Lucas knows it’s lame, to ask about work while they’re at work, but he’s genuinely curious, and he wants Eliott to keep talking. Lucas likes his voice.

“Things are good,” Eliott says, leaning onto his forearms. Lucas tries very hard not to admire his profile in the low light. “Nothing much going on lately except everyone losing their minds over this meeting.”

Lucas laughs. “Yeah. Same for us in sculptures.”

“Yeah.” Eliott picks at a loose thread on his trousers. Lucas traces a shape into the carpet with a fingertip, so he almost misses it when Eliott asks, casually, “How was that date you went on last week?”

Lucas blinks at the ground, slowly raises his head, but Eliott is still looking down at his lap. “What?”

“I heard you talking to Emma and Alexia about it. A guy you met on Tinder, right?”

Lucas can feel his mouth hanging open. When had he been talking to Emma and Alexia about it? On Thursday, when they all left for a coffee break, heading out to a cafe across the street. Lucas can’t even remember running into Eliott that day.

Maybe he’s silent for too long, processing, because Eliott adds, “I saw you talking to them in the lobby, before you guys left. You didn’t see me.”

“Right,” Lucas says, still trying to comprehend the fact that Eliott is asking him about a date he went on. Why does he want to know? Is he curious? Just making small talk? Or is he— “Honestly, it was really terrible.” Lucas laughs. “We went to this awful restaurant that was way overpriced and he talked about himself the entire time.”

Eliott makes a face. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Bad Tinder dates happen.” Lucas pauses. “He also told me right at the start of the date that I wasn’t his usual type.”

Lucas internally cringes at the memory. Usually I date like, models, you know? Really good-looking people. But you’re okay, you know.

“So…” Eliott is looking up at Lucas now, confusion colouring his face. “He doesn’t go for cute brunettes with blue eyes?”

Lucas is blushing, he knows he is, and he can’t hold Eliott’s gaze right now, not when Eliott called him cute and Lucas feels like he’s two seconds away from collapsing back into the carpet with cartoon hearts dancing around his head. “Well.” He shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“What do you usually like to do, on a date?”

Lucas shrugs, again, tries so hard to act casual when he says, “It doesn’t really matter. As long as I’m with someone I like, it could be anything.”

“Hm.” Eliott nods, seems to accept this. But then, “Alright, but if I asked you on a date, what would you want to do?”

There’s a smile stretching across Lucas’s face now, because this is what they’re doing, isn’t it? They’re flirting. Eliott wants to ask Lucas out. Lucas might combust with anticipation.

Lucas props himself up on one elbow, leans closer to where Eliott is sprawled out. “If you asked me on a date, I’d want you to surprise me. I like being surprised.”

Eliott’s eyes are hooded, heavy. “Is that so?”

“Yeah.” Then Lucas shrugs and leans back to the wall, “but you haven’t actually asked me on a date yet, so I guess we’ll never know.”

“Go on a date with me.” Eliott blurts it out in a rush. “Please?”

Lucas feels like lightning is zipping up his spine. He feels like he’s standing at the mouth of the ocean. He feels like he’s in a hot air balloon. His heart feels too big for his body.

It’s a miracle he’s able to get out an, “Alright,” in response.

The smile Eliott gives him is one of relief, and Lucas is just start to grasp that when the door is forced open, and daylight floods into the office.

Daphné and Imane are standing there, the former holding a stack of folders, frowning disapprovingly, while the latter is swinging a memory stick around on her finger, smirking.

“There you are!” Daphné steps inside and actually grasps Lucas by the arm, pulling him up. “The meeting is starting in five minutes.”

“We found the USB,” Imane sing-songs, sending Eliott a look that is too quick for Lucas to decipher. But whatever it is makes Eliott blush, makes him send a look back at Imane that has her tilting her head back to laugh. “These doors are so tricky aren’t they,” she says lightly, turning back into the corridor. “Always getting locked at the worst moments.”

Daphné follows her out, but for a moment, Lucas and Eliott stay in there, pointedly staring and not staring at each other.

“So,” Lucas starts.

Eliott interrupts him. “Are you free tonight?”

Lucas smiles so wide his cheeks are bunching with it. He takes a step forward. Then another. “As a matter of fact, I am.” He stops right in front of Eliott. “Can you plan a date by tonight?”

Eliott scoffs. “Of course I can. I know the perfect place.” He pauses for a moment, considering. “Do you have a flashlight at home?”

Lucas blinks. “What? No. I don’t think so.”

Eliott hums. “That’s fine. I can bring you one.”

“Why do you need to—”

But Eliott is disappearing down the hallway, whistling to himself, hands in his pockets. When he notices Lucas hans’t followed him, he calls back, “Are you coming or what?”

And Lucas goes.

#the author is incapable of writing anything under 1k #the author also knows nothing about working at the louvre #this is all in fun!!#prompts #elu fic #fic tag #yuzuviere #choupichoups

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