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imrllytootiredforthis · 9 months
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sub yandere lix is the best type of yan because he's so unexpected, wdym the sweet boy from next door you've known since childhood is actually an obsessed masochist who lives for hair pulling and rough fucking, who doesn't wanna be called sweet names like angel and honey but slut and whore while being fucked by you. I mean the boys so sweet you could've been convinced his blood is honey, so who would've thought you'd walk into the scene you walked into now with Felix on your bed humping your pillow and roughly gripping his perfect strands while moaning out your name assuming you weren't there, which you find hot of course to walk into, but how did he get into your house?
he's literally the best subby yandere, he's like my favourite bc of how sweet and adorable he is too
like baby is just so obsessed and in love with you for as long as he can remember. he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore.
every time he watches a romance movie it's you he's thinking of, a book? you. mommy dommy porn? you.
before you're together he'll probably listen to those asmrs like 'mommy taking care of babyboy' or something. in the beginning he'd taken recordings of your voice in secret that he'd get off to (the meaner the better aka him starting random fights so he can record you yelling at him) before he'd realized that he'd needed something more. he desperately scoured the internet for someone who sounded like you, willing to pay an ungodly amount of money once he did find someone who did. he listens to you but not you every night, hand dipped below his waistband playing with himself, eyes squeezed shut, trying to imagine that it really is you touching him and talking to him.
he'd probably even find the va of the person that sounded like you as well and message them privately, asking them to make different scenarios, rougher things, punishments and degrading terms thrown in. he was always very polite though and paid them a lot for it and they probably appreciated the business.
it's hard and it's not nearly good enough because deep down he knows it's not you. not really.
he knows that and he can never forget that. but sometimes when he falls deep enough into his head, when time and space and pleasure and pain and every little thing melts together and nothing feels real anymore. when he feels like he's actually maybe going insane with want and desire and the desperate feral need to be yours, he can forget for only an instant that he's not.
of course the fantasy only lasts for so long and the post nut clarity/subspace would hit him hard. feeling so guilty and needy, he definitely cries during most of these, just wanting to feel close to you but of course you're not there.
it was one of these times where he goes to your house, but you're not there, not there when he needs you the most.
so he curls up in your bed, wrapping himself in your blanket, your scent surrounding and clouding his mind like a drug, with him taking it in like an addict.
he can't even help himself-not that he really wants to-his body moving on automatic and before he can even catch himself his pants are gone and your pillow is between his legs. the imaginary tone of your voice feeling all too real as he whines, working against the soft fabric almost violently, it's okay though because you still have two more on your bed.
his face up, moans free to roam because he knows that you'd like him more like that, you'd tell him not to hide his pretty noises that you love them too much. you'd love him. you love him.
his neck feels heavy and his eyes squeeze shut, his hands clawing through his hair for some reprieve, for a single strand of sanity in this madness.
and then you're there. standing over him. looking dark and mean and lustful.
he doesn't know if you're real or not, if his insanity desire has reached a peak and something inside of him has finally broke.
but you touch him and talk to him and you feel so, so, so real.
"such a pretty slut~ all pretty strewn out for me~"
tears stream down his face. his thighs burn and his cock throbs.
"a-all for you-only fo-for you, ha~"
and he decides, he doesn't care if it's real or not. it's you and it's always enough if it's you.
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the-moon-files · 4 months
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Linked Universe / GN!Reader - Random Headcanons abt the Chain! :)
Part 1 / Part 2 (ur here!) / Part 3
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Sun: Reader (you/they/them)
Orbit: Headcanons-ish
Stars: Hyrule, Time, Fierce Deity, Twilight, Warriors
Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: light cussing, & Trigger Warnings: none known.
Hyrule (The Legend of Zelda - OG game, Zelda II: Adventures of Link):
Lost easily, obviously, you know this
What you didnt know was that its very easy to get lost with him
Bc he's so excited/curious for new sights he doesnt give any fucks abt where he is, so it devolves into that "wait, I thought YOU were leading us there?? Then where tf are we??!!" very quickly
Does feel bad he stressed u out smtimes but he somehow manages to get into such wild shit that Hyrule's kinda preoccupied being confused/amazed/finding his way out, or any combo of these situations (once again, usually with you unfortunately)
Is the luckiest when it comes to getting lost or anything to do with "natural" things
Like he heard u rlly like this one fruit? Accidentally gets lost all day and panics all the Links + You until he shows up at midnight with a shirtful of them
("I found a few fruit trees/plants in the woods while wandering! I tried to grab a few for you and before I knew it, it was dark, sorry...")
Likes learning little skills from other people, like learning how to do makeup from Legend, or how to spot collections of rupees the Minish have left somewhere from Four, or how walk on any terrain from Wind (good at walking on a ship, on land, climbing etc)
More of a "sunset" hiker than a "sunrise" one
Likes to do your hair! Whether that be braiding, putting accessories (he handmade shhh) thruout it, or helping with hair maintenance, likes how strangely intimate but domestic it feels together with you (u return the favor ofc)
(All the other heroes are looking at you both like kicked puppies jfcccc🙄)
Time (Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask):
Gets anxious if he's late to things, likes being fashionably early (or ungodly, when u let him get away with it)
Has absolutely been that meme from Parks and Recreation where he's like "Alright. I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Who broke it?"
(Abt the coffee pot for the camp)
Knowing full and well-
"I broke it. It burnt my coffee for the 3rd morning in a row, so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a moblin head on a stick. ...good. It was getting a little chummy around here."
MF LOVES GOSSIP (wouldn't admit this even at swordpoint)
Wars has absolutely been the person in the meme of:
Wars: "...why would you tell me this??"
Time: "Bc no one will ever believe you."
Wars: ...😦
Has a resting bitch face and knows it, actively cultivates it, scary dog privileges for you,
Type to take ur side in whatever situation ur in, even when Time has no idea whats going on, always, without question <3
The same height as First, (Twi's a close 2nd), and feels most secure when the 3 of you are at the front of the group, but First/Time are slightly in front of you
Like ur literally the person walking their 2 huge scary doobermans/mastiffs one leash in each hand basically 💀
(Once again, Link is deeply comforted by ur voice just over his shoulder/just hearing u even without seeing you)
Very subtly sarcastic, u dont even know he made a dig at you until 3-5 business days later
Likes ur sarcasm more than anyone else's in the group, or even his own lol
Fierce Deity (Majora's Mask):
Likes music, any music (amused at drunk karaoke)
Casually cradles ur arms or back whenever ur falling asleep/tripping/being clumsy near him
Very warm and smoothed calloused hands
Thinks abt what he's about to say so hard/long, that the conversation's moved on by like, 3 rounds/subject changes by the time he's actually ready to talk
Scolds ppl (in like a sentence) who neglect their needs, like sleeping/eating/hygiene
Finds peace in nature, if hes ever upset, u can bet he's already taking a walk by a stream
Likes teaching u/other Links little skills he has, its nice to feel appreciated/needed for something other than fighting or big moments
He falls in love with small moments, like the first time u made them all a dessert recipe from ur world, or repaired First's scarf (for the millioneth time) and bc everyone had gotten their clothes scratched up, everyone needed repairs so most Links were sewing smth lol
Enjoys watching ppl experience smth for the first time, or even himself exp smth for first time
Fierce smiled fully for the first time when you got into the mountain hot springs in Wild's Hyrule for the first time and were super excited
Also the type to hold ur hand while stepping in to make sure u dont fall, or just subtly boost a Link that was abt to fall from climbing smth
Like for being the tallest, he's surprisingly sneaky, the energy of the biggest cat in the house yet somehow also the quietest
Does that thing where someone takes ur hand and like massages ur fingers, palm, wrist and shakes them out kinda for you <3
Twilight (Twilight Princess):
Trips UP the stairs.
Cold start LMAO
ok ill be nice to him,, sike
Easy to bully?? U mean that kindly, he's just such a golden retriever sometimes u cant help urself (tho u make sure to reign it in and not take advantage of it so as not to genuninely hurt him)
Lol likes to "herd" his favorite people, like those dogs livestock farmers have u kno that they say end up herding their owners/their family lol
Like making subtle circles around the Chain, wrapping an arm around Hyrule and teasing him to quietly bring him back into the group before he gets lost,
Tugs on Time's armor to slow him down, mf may be in armor head to toe but he'll outpace all of u 💀
Likes to put his hand on ur lower back to guide u back into the group from whatever scenic thing u got distracted by
(so sue you, ur literally in The Legend of Zelda's Hyrule, surrounded by pretty blondes, why tf wouldnt you be distracted all the time??)
The only time he doesnt herd actively is in Ordon, just subconciously lol <3
Terrible sleep schedule, but sleeps like the dead when he does, has collapsed with a limb on top of you and u couldnt escape
Hard time waking up in the morning despite being country boy, who usually have to do chores first thing in morning on a farm
hates/envious of Wild (up at 5am even on days off?? Foul.)
Runs warm, but complains abt a slight breeze?
Would sleep with no covers if it werent for morning dew
Wishes cats liked him more (its the wolf smell)
Twi has the constant energy of a tall person carefully maneuvering around cluttered/low doorways while someone a head shorter runs by him and bounces off of him
U get onto/scold the Links and he's immediately the first to just sit on the ground, or put down whatever he's holding no matter what he's doing LMAO 😭😭
Keeps his eyes on u too the whole time lol
Warriors (Hyrule Warriors):
Cries over romance novels/dramas
A virgo in all stereotypes of the word tbh
Invented the red-string conspiracy theory board before the red-string conspiracy board existed in Hyrule
Also likes to take care of your hair! (What?? He and 'Rulie don't fight over ur hair, that'd be childish, he's not a foolish boy- Hyrule, hand over the brush.👹)
Remembers the little things abt u type of person, like ur favorite drink, ur favorite stories like tv shows/books even if theyre from ur world, ur favorite clothing pieces like shorts vs. pants, etc.
The only Link who can single handedly claim he could take your closet and dress you in something you'd actually wear.
Honestly once he got the hang of it, would get better at dressing you, than you
(Another domestic thing he adores, picking outfits for u/finding that perfect piece of clothing you've been needing lately)
Born to night-owl, forced to morning-bird 😔
Wars wakes up stiff sometimes bc soldier training is sleeping on ur back, hands to ur sides, laying straight in ur bed, so as to fit into bunks/bedrolls close together
It got better as he was promoted to Captain, so he could have his own quarters but its still a hard habit to shake
One of the few Links who works up the courage to genuinely pitfully ask if you'd mind massaging his shoulders again? He slept badly last night, please?? 🥺👉👈
(Ur so weak for pathetic hurting pretty blonde twinks lol)
The most lowkey abt taking care of Chain, but u make sure to take care of him as a gift back, and you've definitely caught him tearing up abt it 💖
Debated writing smth else first but figured this was easy and short and i started it first so youll have to wait like one more post before more Masc Reader stuff guys 😔
Dw its coming, i havent abandoned u my homies out there 🫂
Let me know what u think in the comments of my slight characterizations here!
Im struggling to conceptualize their personalities so thats acc part of why i started to write smaller stuff like this first! :)
Peace out,
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likedovesinthewindd · 10 months
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...peter parker with a popular gf who loves pda
yes yes yes
peter parker x fem!reader
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warning: description of displays of affection
wc: ±680
a/n: idk how american school timetables work so apologies if that is inaccurate, i also switch between 2nd and 3rd person the whole time lol sorry.
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The school hallways always found a way to be ungodly busy and full of children at any time during the day. You clung to the straps of your backpack as you tried to maneuver your way through the hoards of kids, searching for your boyfriend.
You hadn't been able to see him all weekend, your schedule jam-packed with activities ranging from studying to practicing, even babysitting. Peter himself was busy studying for an upcoming test, so that left no time for your weekly meet-ups at one or the other's house.
You knew Peter usually stood by his locker in the mornings, and you exhaled a sigh of relief when you saw the all too familiar head of brown hair sticking out from behind the locker door. "Peter!" you shouted and he peeked from behind the locker's door warily. He smiled when he saw you approaching and before he even had time to register, you had reached him, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck in a bone crushing embrace.
"I missed you," you spoke into his neck, and your warm breath tickled the area. "Missed you too," he said genuinely. He really did miss you; he was so used to you always being around, and the weekend without you had been boring and excruciatingly long.
You pulled away from the hug, your arms still wrapped around his neck as you moved closer to him once more to plant a kiss on his lips. It was quite chaste, but a few students still turned their heads to your direction to gauge the interaction.
Peter was a little shocked at your very public display of affection, but he had gotten used to it since the two of you started dating. Your love language was physical touch, and it also didn't help that you were absolutely smitten with your boyfriend. You loved being around him, holding him and kissing him and just having him with you.
You'd been scared at first that your actions were a bit too much for him, but he reassured you that had he didn't mind it. Sure, it was strange to all of a sudden have someone so affectionate around him—towards him, but he loved it when you doted on him, showing him your unabashed adoration and love.
You pulled away from the kiss, dopey smile plastered onto your features. "What do you have now?" you asked quietly. "What? Oh! I uhm— Biology. I have Biology now." he spoke, mind still a little jumbled from the kiss. "I have History," you huffed. "Walk with me?"
Peter nodded, and you smiled, retracting your arms from around his neck and placing one of your hands in his, interlacing your fingers. He walked you to class, steadily holding your hand as you walked through the hallways. When you arrived at your class, you gave him one last kiss (on the cheek this time) before making your way inside, leaving him standing outside your class with pink ears and a dopey smile.
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BONUS: i wanted to add some random thoughts bc I'm too lazy to write everything out in a whole fic lol.
ꕤ the two of you are alwayss holding hands.
ꕤ you see that thing where a guy walks with their hand in their gf's pants pockets? well peter's gf does that to him when they're walking. (lmao just imagine)
ꕤ the two of you eating lunch/going out? you share food with each other like always. it's like here have some of my fries then you try a piece of my sandwich.
ꕤ you and peter take the subway alot, and you'll share wired earphones or he'll read quietly along with you when you bring a book along. also let's you sleep on his shoulder when the two are making your way home and you're tired.
ꕤ you're always fixing his clothes bc the boy's always messy. fixing buttons on his shirt and fixing his bedhead or even patching up the countless jeans he's ripped when skating.
ꕤ with popularity ofc comes a lot of parties, and best believe you're dragging peter to every one, showing him off as your pretty, smart boyfriend:') so that everyone knows you're taken, and also so that no girl try their luck.
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jinkoh · 2 months
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lip gloss
younghoon x fem!reader
summary: younghoon really likes your lip gloss. what he doesn't like is the silly bet his friends made about you...
tags: strangers to friends to lovers, secret relationship (kinda), fluff, a little jealousy, alternating povs, clothes sharing (v briefly), SFW
wordcount: ~4,8k
a/n: who would have thought i'm coming back after a writer's block with a completely new group--certainly not me lol 🤡 i have accidentally developed an obsession with the lip gloss mv and spent an ungodly amount of time watching it
this is my first time writing for tbz (and i also don't know them that well yet) so pls be kind 👉🏻👈🏻
also this fic is entirely to be blamed on @blizzardfluffykpop bc we came up with the idea together. thanks for brainrotting with me, kate ❤️
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Younghoon liked his friends, he really did. It was just that at times he had to remind himself of the fact. Like now, when they were making yet another stupid bet among themselves, fueled as so often by the never ending quarrel between the beach volleyball players and the surfers. Younghoon wasn’t a surfer but neither did he play beach volleyball, except for the rare occasions when they were missing a man, so he usually got out of these antics fine without picking a side. Still, this time the guys were being too much. Younghoon had already turned to Sangyeon in hopes of ending this nonsense, but to his utter disappointment even Sangyeon was in on this, confidently nodding along that his team would win.
It wasn’t that Younghoon didn’t understand the temptation—who wouldn’t want an excuse to talk to you? You’d caught his attention too when he’d come to the beach a few days ago. It was starting to get hot, spring slowly turning into summer, and the owner of the little beach bar had decided it was time to kick off the season. Instead of him though, someone else was manning the bar. You had an arm propped up on the counter and mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Younghoon couldn’t blame you, the bar wasn’t usually busy until later so it wasn’t like you had anything better to do. Without paying it any mind, he jogged down the beach to the volleyball net where he knew to find the others, the girl from the bar quickly forgotten over a very imbalanced game. In fact he didn’t think of you again until he walked back to the bar to get some soda for everyone. There still weren’t any customers around, but instead of doom scrolling you’d taken out some lip gloss, using your phone’s camera as a mirror as you swiftly applied it to your lower lip. He felt he shouldn’t be watching this, but he also couldn’t look away. There was something so captivating about this scene. Just when you were smacking your lips together (twice) you seemed to have noticed his gaze. You looked up with surprise in your eyes before giving him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, didn’t see you there. What can I get you?” The gloss made your lips look shiny. Maybe he had already been a goner then.
So, it really wasn't that he didn't understand. But betting on who’d get your number first seemed a bit much and, frankly, kind of rude too. There was no stopping them though, but perhaps he could at least give you a little warning?
He got up from where everyone was sitting on the sand, just far enough from the shore to not get wet, and jogged back to the wooden path that led further up the beach and to the bar.
“Where are you going?” Eric yelled behind him. “Not getting a head start, are you?”
Younghoon huffed a laugh. “What makes you think I’d join a silly bet like that?”
Eric grinned. “Scared of even trying, huh?”
“Mhm, sure.”
With a shake of his head he walked the last few meters to the bar, where he sat down on one of the stools at the counter. Once more, it was empty despite being late at night, but he supposed not everyone had the freedom to come out here this late on a weekday.
“So,”  you turned to him with a mischievous grin, before he could even say anything. “What kind of bet were you talking about?”
He ran his hands through his hair. “You heard that?”
“Was hard not to.”
“I’m not sure you really want to know.”
“I don’t care either way. But you guys have been stealing glances at the bar this whole time—you better not do anything that will get me in trouble with the boss.”
“They wouldn’t,” Younghoon didn’t hesitate to reply. Sure, they were silly and stupid at times, but they wouldn’t put someone’s job on the line for funsies. “But they also weren’t exactly looking at the bar.”
“They weren’t, huh?” You grinned and Younghoon couldn’t help but notice the shimmer of your lip gloss.
“It’s your number,” he said, tearing his eyes away from your lips. “They want your number.”
You nodded slowly, looking more amused than offended. There was a challenging glint in your eyes. “So, you think getting my number is silly?”
The question caught him off guard so his reply came out a little too slow to be smooth. “No, that’s far from silly. Just betting on it is.”
“Hmm, how do I know you’re not secretly in on it though?”
“Why would I butcher my chances by telling you about the bet then?”
You leaned over the counter a bit, propping up your head with your closed hand. “Maybe this is your strategy to appear upright and honest?”
He stifled a laugh. “Well, I’m honest. I don’t know about the rest.”
 “Fair enough.”
Younghoon didn’t get your number that night, but neither did anyone else and that gave him a little satisfaction. He’d offered to try and talk them out of it again, but you’d declined. “No,” you’d said with a grin. “I wanna see them try. It sounds fun.” 
He thought he possibly liked more about you than just your lip gloss.
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The guys went all out. Some attempts didn’t seem too bad while others gave him a strong sense of secondhand embarrassment. But you seemed to be having fun with it, so who was he to intervene? And maybe, just maybe, he liked the way you’d throw him knowing glances from time to time, sharing a secret only for the two of you to know.
Yet, he wondered if maybe one of them would manage to sway your heart—he’d seen Kevin steal you away during your break earlier, to take you to the wooden jump tower near the cliffs. He liked to boast about his diving, and from the way Younghoon could hear you laughing from afar you seemed to be having fun. He stalled for a moment, watching how you were sitting on the pier, your feet dangling in the water. When Kevin pushed himself up with his arms to get onto the pier next to you, you playfully shoved him back, making him go under with a splash. He was laughing when he came back up, and so were you. That was a good thing, right? You were having fun. You already knew the thing with the bet too, so if you liked Kevin in spite of that then who was Younghoon to interfere? Kevin was a good guy anyway, and bet or not he seemed genuinely interested. No, there shouldn’t be any problem.
And yet, Younghoon felt bitter about it, a greedy part of him wishing he could have that laugh all to himself.
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“So, can I have your number? In case I need a buddy to go diving with again sometime?” Kevin grinned up at you from the water, brushing back his wet hair. It reminded you of Younghoon, the way he’d run his hand through his hair every few minutes, pushing it out of his forehead just for it to fall right back into place. Maybe you should buy him some bobby pins—probably not. After all, you liked when he did that.
“Is that smile a yes?” Kevin pulled you out of your thoughts.
“Huh? Ah, sorry, left my phone at the bar,” you both knew it was just an excuse, but Kevin didn’t seem particularly offended. He swam over to the pier, resting his arms on the wooden board and propping up his chin.
“What has you so happy then?”
“Nothing much. Just a friend.”
“I can be a friend too,” he replied playfully. 
“Sure, friend,” you easily agreed, ignoring the flirty undertone that defeated the meaning of his words. Friends you could do.
To be honest, your expectations for this summer had been low. You didn't know anyone in this small town aside from your uncle and even though you had a good relationship with him, you could picture better ways to spend the hot season than helping out at his bar. To your surprise though, you were slowly starting to enjoy your time here. When you’d first heard of the bet it hadn’t left the best impression, but seeing them try so hard to impress you was a little cute and despite everything they seemed like sweet, genuine guys. And the fact that you knew about the bet made it pretty fun to watch the spectacle, even more so since you had someone to share mischievous smiles about it with. It felt like you were partners in crime, a secret friendship blooming between the two of you that had no real reason to be secret aside from the thrill of it all. 
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You weren’t the fondest of riding the bicycle. In fact, back at home you didn’t even own one. You lived in the next bigger town and you got around just fine using public transport. That seemed unthinkable here though, with two buses running a day—one in the morning and one at night. So, if you didn’t want to walk everywhere, you had to make do with your cousin’s old bicycle that he’d used before he’d moved out for college. It was a little rattly but it was holding up pretty well—or at least that had been the case until today. You weren’t sure what exactly happened, but suddenly the counter pressure when pedaling had disappeared, and you’d almost fallen forward over the bicycle’s handlebars. Now you were standing at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, not even half way back to your uncle’s place with no reception and a chain that was just loosely hanging off the gears. It being night didn’t really help you to feel better about it all. While you knew it was probably safer here than in some street downtown that was bustling with drunk people, it still felt scarier, the tall trees along the road looming over you. Begrudgingly you pushed the bicycle forward, the lamp flickering weakly and barely doing anything to lighten up the path ahead.
In the distance, you heard the sound of an engine approaching, and the thought of coming across someone on this deserted street made your stomach churn with dread. A brief glance behind you told you it was a motorcycle, the headlight almost a little blinding in the darkness. Just before it went past you, you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it would go by fast. You wanted to let out a relieved breath once it did, but then you heard the motor stopping only a few meters ahead. Your eyes snapped open, panic rushing through your veins as you watched the driver get off. Your grip around the handle bars tightened, making your knuckles turn white. You made a point of not looking at the guy, even when he came closer, but then you heard a familiar voice.
“Y/n? You good?”
You raised your gaze in time to see him take off his helmet. He shook out his black hair before pushing it out of his forehead the way he always did.
“Younghoon.” Relief washed over you.
“Sorry, did I frighten you?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“So, what happened?” He took an examining look at your bicycle. “Chain came off?”
You shrugged helplessly. “Whatever you say.”
He nodded slowly, running his hand through his hair once more. “I can fix that for you.”
“Really?”
“It’s pretty simple. But maybe something for daylight. Let me give you a ride home and we’ll come back for it tomorrow?”
You glanced over to the motorcycle that was waiting a little ahead and then back to Younghoon. Your expression must have been weary because he grinned. “Don’t worry I have a spare helmet. And I’m a safe driver too.”
“I wasn’t doubting you.”
“It’s fine if you were.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Mhm, sure,” he stepped a little closer, putting the helmet on for you and closing the fastener under your chin. Your breath caught when his fingers brushed against your skin, the feeling lingering despite the fleetingness of the touch. “Ready to go?”
You swallowed around the lump in your throat, trying to get a grip of yourself. “Just a—let me just—,” instead of finishing your sentence you just gestured towards your bicycle instead. He huffed a laugh and watched as you pushed it further to the side and leaned it against a tree in safe distance to the road. Once you’d locked it, you turned back around to Younghoon who was still looking at you. 
“Ready,” you croaked.
He smiled, and despite the darkness of the night you could see the small crinkles forming in the corners of his eyes. “Good.” 
You walked the few meters to his bike in silence and you thought there was an odd tension there. Or maybe you were just nervous about the ride, you reasoned with yourself. He got out his spare helmet, pushing his hair out of his forehead once more before putting it on. With ease he swung his leg over the machine before patting the leather of the seat behind him. You got on too, certainly looking a lot less dignified than he did and shuffled back as far as you could to bring some distance between the two of you. Before starting the motor, he looked back at you once more. “Hold on tight.” Unsure what exactly to hold onto, you clung to the edges of the seat, your nails digging into the leather.
He didn’t drive too fast, surely out of consideration for you, but you still couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. When he hit a small bump in the road, you let out a shriek, your arms instinctively letting go of the seat to wrap around his waist instead. You held on tight, the distance you’d made sure of before completely forgotten. Once you’d recovered from the brief shock though, you wondered if this was okay or if you’d overstepped. But Younghoon didn’t say anything about it and you didn’t want to let go again, not when you felt so safe with your arms wrapped around him.
The ride was over way too quickly, and you almost wished you’d given him wrong directions when he stopped in front of your uncle’s house. Chances of him catching on would have probably been high though, considering he was from here while you were just here for the summer.
“Are you sure it’s this one?” Younghoon said, after he’d taken off his helmet, looking at the house questioningly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I just didn’t know you were related to the owner.”
“He’s my uncle,” you explained matter of factly. “But how do you know he lives here?”
Younghoon chuckled. “This is a pretty small town, you know?”
“Right,” you nodded. You took your helmet off too, awkwardly holding it out for him to take. “So, uh, thanks for the ride.”
He tore his gaze away from the house to meet yours. “Was my pleasure.” There was that sweet smile again, making your heart melt. You smacked your lips together, the way you did when applying lipstick—a nervous habit of yours. His gaze flickered to the movement before wandering back up to your eyes. There was something there. He took a small step towards you, just a few inches but it felt like he was suddenly way up in your personal space. You thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn't move. Instead he just kept looking at you with an unreadable expression.
Unable to hold eye contact, you lowered your head, staring at your feet instead. “I should go inside then.”
“Mhm, you should. I’ll pick you up tomorrow? Is around noon good?”
“Pick me up?”
He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “Your bicycle, remember?”
“Oh, of course. Noon is good. Should I give you my number? Maybe you can text me fifteen minutes or so before you’ll be here tomorrow?”
“Not worried that this is all just part of my scheme to win the bet?” His voice was quiet and yet there was a cockiness to it that made your heart race.
"Shut up." It was a weak comeback, but it put a grin on Younghoon's face. His gaze dropped to your lips once more before coming back up.
"Make me."
Your eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by the bold implication of his words. You swallowed around the lump in your throat, your whole body was thrumming with nerves. Your gaze flickered to his lips. You inched closer. That's what he'd meant right? You wouldn't be overstepping if you kissed him now, right? You looked up into his eyes, just to be sure that you weren't misunderstanding things. But right when you did, he cupped your jaw with his hand, pulling you in until his lips crashed into yours. 
Kissing him felt so natural, it was as if all your secret smiles and shared grins had naturally led up to this moment. You kissed him until you felt breathless and even then you were reluctant to pull away. When you finally did, he didn't let you go too far, his thumb drawing patterns on your cheek and his eyes taking in every inch of your face.
"I think I should really go now," you eventually broke the silence when you couldn't endure it anymore.
"Okay," he whispered.
"Okay," you repeated. "I'll see you around noon."
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Younghoon couldn’t stop himself from smiling on the whole ride home. You'd forgotten to give him your number, but he felt that it didn't really matter anymore. He could just ask you again tomorrow. After all, he'd gotten something way better tonight. He recalled the way your arms had held onto him tightly on the ride and your tousled hair after you’d taken off the helmet. Mostly, he recalled how warm your lips had felt against his. He couldn’t wait to see you again.
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The chain was back on in a matter of seconds. Younghoon looked as if he’d done it a zillion times before.
“And you couldn’t have done that last night?” You asked from where you were standing next to him, watching as he wiped his fingers on a cloth. Nothing had happened since he'd picked you up and you'd driven back to your bicycle together. You almost wondered if it was all an odd fever dream and he didn’t actually kiss you.
“I did say it was easy," He admitted simply, "But it’s always better to check everything with proper lighting rather than letting you ride home on a potentially broken bicycle. Can’t risk you getting hurt, can we?" 
It was just common decency but somehow the way he said it, looking up at you with a cheeky grin, made your heart skip a beat and your cheeks flush. You avoided his gaze, your focus falling onto his jaw instead. “You have a little—” you motioned to your own face, trying to mirror where he’d stained his skin with grease just below the jaw line. He tried to wipe it away with the back of his hand, his grin traded for something more innocent. “There?”
The scene captivated you a little too much, thoughts of touching that jaw, of pulling him into a kiss circling your mind. In your daze, it took you a second to snap out of it. “Yeah,” you mumbled, not really paying attention. "There."
Younghoon thoroughly made sure the bicycle was safe to ride and only then started to pack up his tools. You watched as he diligently put them away. 
“How come you know how to do this?” you eventually broke the silence.
“What, putting a chain back on?”
“Yeah.”
“Hm,” he shrugged. “I like fixing things. And it comes in handy too, doesn’t it?” He said the last bit with a smile that you couldn’t help but return.
“Yeah, it does. Thanks again.” 
He got up and dusted off his pants. “It’s nothing. Call me if something happens again.”
“I will.” Your gaze followed him as he walked back to his bike, getting his helmet from where it hung off the handle bars. He didn't put it on just yet, taking a quick glance at the wing mirror first.
“You lied!” He complained in mocked offense, before turning back around to you. He wore a pout, his finger pointing at the grease stain that was still right there below his jaw line.
You giggled. “What can I say, I’m neither upright nor honest.”
Younghoon grinned and walked back over to you, his helmet still in his hand. "Is that so?" He asked as he stepped back into your personal space. You took a tiny step towards him too, closely watching his reaction. That grin was still there. With a racing heart you tugged the cloth out from where he had messily shoved it into his pocket. Then you reached up to his jaw, slowly wiping at the grease stain until it was gone. The whole time, Younghoon was watching you intently, your eyes, your nose your lips—
You lowered your hand when you were done, but he caught your wrist to stop you from going too far.
"Thanks." His voice was barely a whisper. Your eyes flickered to his mouth.
"You're welcome," you replied just as quietly, inching just the tiniest bit closer. You felt his breath on your skin and then his lips on yours, again and again and again.
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Things between the two of you felt exciting and new and good—but there was also this looming uncertainty. Younghoon knew what it meant to him. But what about you? What was all this to you? Even though he didn't want to delude himself, he couldn't help hoping that this, that he was special to you. The secret smiles you exchanged started to feel a little different, like there was a little more. And there was: the two of you were texting a lot now that you'd exchanged numbers and you often came down to the beach earlier to hang out with him on the old lighthouse before your shift. You weren’t doing that for the other guys. Your gaze also didn't linger on them the way it did on him, no matter how much they pestered you. And of course you weren't kissing them either. That was, as far as he knew, reserved for him alone. That made it easy to endure when you were laughing and joking around with the guys. Except at times, you'd glance over to him with a cocky grin. Almost as if you wanted to make sure he was watching, as if you wanted to purposely rile him up. It made him want to walk over and kiss you right there in front of them, but you hadn't talked about these things yet and you seemed to enjoy the thrill of hide and seek. So, kissing was only allowed for when you were alone with no one to see.
Consequently he was keeping a low profile, sitting in the sand with some of the others and pretending not to watch from afar how Changmin and Juyeon were leaning on the counter, competing for your attention. Eventually he tore his gaze away to focus on the conversation in front of him instead, which only got interrupted when Jacob remarked that Changmin and Juyeon must have been unsuccessful, as they were coming back down to the beach. You on the other hand were not behind the bar anymore, a small sign indicating that it was closed for now. A feeling of worry started to spread in his guts. Did something happen? Did they make you feel uncomfortable? He knew his friends were good guys and wouldn’t ever intentionally do that, but just because it wasn't their intention didn't mean it couldn’t happen. Maybe it was nothing, but he just needed to make sure you were okay.
Without thinking further he got up from the sand, jogging past Changmin and Juyeon who looked at him in confusion, and up to the bar. You weren't anywhere to be found though, the little door locked and the space behind the counter empty. The other only place he could come up with was the lighthouse, so he made his way there, hurrying up the spiral staircase until he got to you, sitting in the middle of the steps and munching on a sandwich. You looked up at him in surprise as he stood before you, breathing a little heavy, but a smile spreading on his lips. He chuckled. He should have known he was worrying for nothing.
"You're on break?"
"Mhm," you nodded and scooted over a bit, making space for you to sit with him. "What's the hurry for?" 
There was a little sauce on your upper lip. He reached out to wipe it away and you simply let him.
"I don't know, I was wondering if you're fine."
"Why wouldn't I be?'
He shrugged. He didn't know either, after all you'd never been uncomfortable with the boys' advances. Maybe he was the only one who felt that way. 
You leaned in a little closer, bumping your shoulder against his with a cheeky grin. "Or were you maybe jealous?"
With a huffed laugh he met your gaze. "What if I was?"
He thought he saw your cheeks flush when you focused back on your sandwich. "Maybe I'd like that."
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It was late, around midnight, and you listened to the sound of the waves as you sat side by side in the sand. The bar was still open, but your uncle had taken on the night shift, giving you the freedom to spend your time out here, away from people. You hear the music and laughter from afar and if you turned around you'd see the colorful string lights too, but you much preferred the view of the ocean in front of you. At least for now.
Younghoon was sitting close to you, his hand just barely touching yours. You wondered if he was cold in his white tee while you were all wrapped up in his cozy hoodie. You inched closer, intertwining your fingers and pulling his hand into your lap. Maybe you could at least keep his arm warm. He turned to look at you with a smile, before running his free hand through his hair.
"The boys would hate this," he said with a chuckle. 
"Would they really?" Your voice sounded more serious than intended. You knew it was just an offhand comment, but it made you wonder if that could be a dealbreaker for him. You knew he treasured his friends.
He considered for a moment. "Only if I'm not serious. They care about you, you know." 
"So, are you? Serious?"
"Yeah." He didn't shy away from your gaze. "I'm serious."
You squeezed his hand in yours and he squeezed right back and even though it was such a small gesture it gave you butterflies. He was serious about you, about this. With flushed cheeks and a smile tugging at your lips, you leaned your head against his shoulder. You sat like that for a while, back to listening to the waves.
"Maybe we should end their bet," you eventually mumbled. "Since they already lost." You could imagine the surprise on their face if you were to tell them.
"Mhm, we should," he rested his head against yours, "but not now. Let's stay here a little longer."
 "Yeah, let's."
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"That actually makes so much sense," Eric exclaimed dramatically, after you'd told them a few days later. "How else would you have resisted my charm?" 
Changmin huffed a laugh. "Right, because you're so irresistible."
"Hey–"
"Anyway," Sangyeon interrupted, "that means the bet is off."
Sunwoo looked at him with a raised eyebrow, casually resting his arm on Younghoon's shoulder. "You're only saying that because you've lost. Younghoon is clearly on team beach volleyball. He just joined in on a game the other day."
Eric shook his head and formed an X with his arms. "Nope, no, he clearly said he wasn't joining."
Younghoon rolled his eyes at their antics, wondering if he should say something to make them shut up. But then he met your amused gaze and decided to leave it be. 
"What was the wager anyway?" You asked him quietly. 
Younghoon shrugged as he intertwined his fingers with yours. "I have no idea." 
You giggled. He liked the sound of it and the happy glint in your eyes. He also liked the shimmer of your lip gloss.
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jxsterr · 5 months
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bro your account is literally perfect. one of the best zelink ones i’ve ever seen and i think your interpretation of them is perfect!! what’s your opinion on t4t zelink?
YOURE SO SWEET WHAT THE HELL 😭😭😭😭 thank you omg that’s the sweetest ask ive ever gotten
as for opinions?? my opinion is yes. why wouldn’t they. it’s the most delicious hc out there and it does wonders at weeding out the weird fans
i haven’t honestly thought about it much because i enjoy it in passing but i’m definitely for ftm link with his funky new zonai post transition scars bc that’s SICK and he deserves at least one scar that isn’t the worst thing ever. zelda?? honest to god with all of the trauma she’s been through and all of the disconnect within herself i’d say like a nonbinary she/her if ygm?? an occasional she/they if she feels like it?? like the pronouns are just the equivalent of cosplaying a girl bc zelda’s been jumbled up so violently from everything that’s happened to her—from everything pre calamity with her father and her powers, her lack of self identity because she wasn’t allowed to present herself how she pleased when everything rested on her shoulders, trying to find herself Post calamity and figure out what she’s meant to do or even Be now that her one true purpose had been completed, and then the whole thing of being turned into a DRAGON and back—you cannot tell me she isn’t like scrambled egg on the inside.
link feels like the kinda guy to be like “idk i had tits and now i don’t” shrug whereas zelda has this 5 paged essay on everything that lead up to her identity LMFAO
because she’s so interesting to me right. i feel like she’d just kinda leave herself alone bc she’s been through enough without anything else on top, but i feel if she was to get anything done it’d just be top surgery so she could feel more In Control of her appearance?? and that’d be it?? bc dresses with boobs would have her a little :/ because they’re Okay she supposes but the dress Could look nicer without them, so link would sit there and help her bandage them down to see how she’d feel about it (also because he has an ungodly supply of bandages) and then watching something Click inside of her and who better to do such a task than purah???
(link stresses about it for the next 3-5 business days)
cuz i’m still big on zelda wearing a lot more neutral clothing purely bc we saw that her preferred way of dressing was her travel clothes right, and she’s always seemed more of a trousers gal than anything, so i can’t get into the idea of her purely wearing dresses post calam and totk like some people have bc every dress she’s worn. right. has had an air of Ambiguity around it. i think especially her prayer dress and zonai dress but i think that’s because of the total absence of straps or sleeves to them, so i feel like she’d wear dresses like that just for comfort but for any others?? boobs gotta go im sorry it’s just how it is
i’m also a huge fan of link being the more like. Seasoned of the two about transitioning and whatnot because obviously he would’ve had a lot more room to explore this sort of thing (esp with how little she could do w rhoam lord have mercy). so every question she’d have she’d go running to him for once instead of the books and Then him
“pardon me if i’m being intrusive, but was the surgery.. painful?”
“nah. not too bad. purah numbed me”
“you let.. purah..????”
she’d be stood in front of a mirror in their house and squinting at her own reflection, asking, “something feels wrong. i can’t tell what it is, but something feels misplaced on me.” and link peers over to have a look and he’s absolutely mystified because she’s literally gorgeous there isn’t a damn thing wrong with her—and then she starts focusing on her chest, looking at it from the side, squishing it down with scrutinising eyes to see if they’d look better flat and ah. it makes sense now. so, as i said earlier, he helps her bind, makes sure it isn’t too tight and always keeps an eye on how long she’s been wearing it (she is horribly forgetful after all), lets her comb through his ridiculously extensive wardrobe to see what pieces fit where and how to figure out how she wants her clothes to fit, then taking her down to sayge to retailor some old clothes he doesn’t mind her having once they figure it out, helping her figure out the terms and pronouns she’s comfortable with, just the most useful and best supporter you could ever ask for in the beginning of your transition.
I REALISE IVE RAMBLED OOPS but hey maybe when i get through the ridiculous backlog of fics i have i’ll do a little oneshot about this cuz it’s CUTE and so full of zelink potential
tldr. zelda’s this fuckin. she/they ass nb with a complex relationship with gender and her presentation and then link is just. a Guy. in the least straight way possible. he’s simple
i appreciate u sm for making me think about this more……: my little blorbos…
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For husband for hire does Lloyd like to take her out on dates ? If so what do they usually do/go?
talk of the town
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warnings: course language. Fake marriage trope. Mafia!Lloyd. Antsy reader who worries things are becoming a little too real, too fast. A dash of unspoken jealousy from miss reader. Lots of character development.
authors note: just to preface this question with an answer (and a one shot), Lloyd barely takes the reader on dates bc they both make it known to one another that it’s a terminal commitment meaning they were never too keen on getting to know one another in the first place. BUT of course time and proximity changes perspective and this little ficlet is meant to show that.
This has not been beta’d- mistakes are my own
“What are we doing?”
“We are going on a date.” Lloyd looks around the old palatial bistro that eyelets the rich and affluent. He has a tick where he fumbles with the button on his suit jacket, quietly calling to his men that saunter the dimly lit establishment. Head high, feet stumbling in a pair of crystalline Jimmy Choos, you find yourself pivoting sharp turns and wait staff who acknowledge you with awestruck candor. “This isn’t any particular order of business. Just you and I.”
“Oh.” You were used to showing face. Months in as a newly engaged couple, you owed it to Lloyd and his company by sitting pretty and doe eyed, making yourself to be the perfect trophy wife amongst the tribe. Tonight was seemingly auspicious. Foreign music flitted through the high ceilings in a place you’ve never been to before let alone know the name of.
Lloyd looks over his shoulder to espy your bemusement. He takes a gallant step back and levels next to you with a hand gently guiding you forward and through uncharted waters. “Something wrong with that?”
“I don’t know, I just didn’t think it was mandatory for us to go on dates.” You had come to your senses the second you found yourself huddled in his arms, floating up a raft of stairs. Your heels sink and wobble in the ascent. Lloyd’s careful in the short flight.
“You deserve to be taken care of mi Luna.” He assures in a tone that’s entirely ingenuous.
You use a hand to steady yourself away from him. Distance is primitive and you wanted to play it safe. “I can do that very much for myself.”
“With what? That trusty little satisfyer pro of yours?” Lloyd playfully draws you back in. Your body softly collides with his, your expressions fleeting like electricity.
“Oh my fucking god!” You screech, skin set ablaze under the silk dress you had on. Never in this lifetime did you think you’d be caught dirty. Yet here you were incriminated by your vices. You were a fall from grace and Lloyd took the opportunity to wield his case. “Don’t.”
“I hear you going at it at ungodly hours in the morning. You’re never really discreet about it either.” He cuts you with a villainous look that strokes his masochism.
“So what you’re really trying to say is that I have no privacy in that god damn house.” You fight a fight, your body leaning back as his arm barricades a steady hold on your waist. Lloyd liked seeing this side of you. Fiesty and shortcoming. A bit of you was home to him. He couldn’t help but fall for you, slowly, surely, all so inevitably.
“Not when you’re a nymphomaniac.” He finally chuckles. “Look, you don’t have to put out for me. Just have a good time and then actually, with sincerity, thank me later.”
“I don’t owe you that.” He purses his lip, content on being silent but easily taken aback by your flustered beauty. Distracted almost.
“Mr. Hansen.” A petite brunette greets him right by the stair rails. She’s quirky and cute, eyeing you both while you're absently dismissive. “Your table is ready.”
“Thank you Mariella.”
“You two know each other?” You sass, turning to Lloyd once you break out of his grasp. He allows it this one time. But the feeling of letting go, hollows him out. It’s embittering.
“We’ve fucked around here and there.” Lloyd shrugs, jaded as can be. Mariella giggles, clearly approving of the joke.
“Funny.”
“Right this way.” She slices through the tension that stems from your embarrassment which Lloyd gets around in good spirits.
“Learn to take a joke, will yeah?” He murmurs in your hair, his front pressed closely against your back. You don’t feel him but you partly wish you did. Your mind went there and that made you slightly recoil.
“Here you are.” Mariella exhibits a nice sitting area away from the other patrons. The set up was more intimate, a small patio table, two chairs, candles almost everywhere. The red ambiance, sultry sheer curtains. Buckets of champagne, wine, liquor, you name it. Table menus and a private chef. It was inexplicably lavish for comfort, let alone comprehension. As Mariella excuses herself you turn to Lloyd who idles by.
“Is this your place of business?” You wonder, taking in the maroon upholstery that could’ve seen potential bloodshed.
“One of many. So sit…” He eagerly moves you around and pulls out a chair for you like a bred gentleman. You collapse into your seat as he makes way to his with a spiel. “Relax, have a drink or two, see what you like and order away to your heart's content.”
“I’m sorry but I can’t...” You say while on the edge of your seat.
“What?” He cringes, worried about the unimaginable. The panic settles in a decibel.
“You’re taking this way too seriously.” You shake your head.
Lloyd frowns, head hung low and trying to keep the disappointment from being blatant.
“I don’t think I can keep up.”
“But we’re not done here?”
“No but you’re trying to make something out of nothing and I can see that.” You rebut.
“Maybe. But I’m also not giving a fuck.”
“People are little more than convinced, Lloyd.” You state wearily. Everyone has bought into your charade and every day there’s anticipation. You hear the endless musings about potential wedding dates, recounting your meet cute over and over again to those who eagerly ask. There was no means to an end and that’s what worried you the most. Lloyd took it upon himself as a graceful blessing in disguise.
“So let them be!” He starts to pour you a glass of your favorite wine without being asked. “You have nothing to worry about, Bella.”
You let out a disbelieving sigh. “I can’t believe you.”
“Cheers.” He dismisses and clinks glasses with you. There’s some foretelling assurance through his actions. You canvas into the night by going through with the date, quietly keeping your thoughts at bay but your fullest attention on him. The man of the hour. Your best act.
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Lindir/Haldir hcs
My Lindir/Haldir bullet point manifesto compiled at @elithilanor's request. Shout out to @parma-formenorion and @oracleofimladris for listening to me rant about this at ungodly hours
TLDR: Haldir and Lindir's respective communication styles collide to form Arda's most ridiculous slowburn bc Haldir doesn't realize Lindir is Actually Flirting™
Lindir thinks this dynamic is hysterical. He has actual reasons for not correcting it, but it doesn't hurt that it's funny.
Haldir's not oblivious. Marriage and courting are just really far down on the list of shit he's been worried about in the Third Age.
Contrary to popular belief, it's not an unrequited love situation. They have a very easy, sometimes blurry, friendship that they're both very content with. Lindir rolled a standing invitation to court/marry into it along the way and Haldir hasn't realized that it's sincere.
Lindir accidentally rattled the hell out of Haldir early on.
One of the first times Haldir was sent on business to Rivendell included Lindir feigning offense at Haldir holding back a bit from some festivities.
"I don't know what is so offensive about my voice that you refuse to dance in Imladris, but-"
The deadpan was strong enough that Haldir briefly saw his reputation flash before his eyes. Lindir dragged him into a dance while this was occurring.
They spark a lovely, if not unlikely friendship, which evolves into something like a queerplatonic relationship over the years.
They have fantastic banter.
Haldir teaches Lindir songs he doesn't know from Lorien and a few he might have picked up from Mirkwood.
When they're in the same place they often spend time in each other's rooms at the end of the day, trading stories and news about what's going on in their lands. More often it's Haldir that comes to Rivendell, but occasionally Lindir goes to Lorien. Haldir likes to hang out at river banks, so they do that schedules and weather permitting.
Lindir keeps extra rugs and furs in his room at Elrond's House because Haldir tends to take to the floor.
Lindir helped Haldir improve his fluency in Westron. Lindir likes to snoop around Eriador so Westron is a useful language to know if you're nosy.
Haldir learns to ask Lindir to specify if things are "urgent" or "time sensitive" because quickly it becomes clear they have VERY different operating definitions of what is "important."
They both keep their cards close to their chest in very different ways.
Lindir is an extrovert; he can be ostentatious and flat out aggravating occasionally, but he's charming enough to pull it off. Very good at nonchalance and Committing to the Act.
Haldir is more mild. He's well-spoken and well-liked but prefers to listen and observe. He certainly has his convictions, but he'd rather fall on his sword than misstep when he's meant to be putting on a good face for his people and/or his family.
Haldir is one of very few people Lindir allows to witness his melancholy moods. They're worse after Angmar's attacks on Rivendell midway through the Third Age.
The Situationship™
Haldir mentions someone giving him shit about being unmarried off-hand; Lindir jokes that they can always marry each other.
This evolves into a running joke where Lindir will be like stars above, just marry me already at moments. It's in jest at first but he's also not opposed.
They learn to braid each other's hair in their preferred styles. Haldir teaches Lindir some Lorien specific and Pendarin braids. Lindir shows Haldir some Noldorin practices he's learned from his friends in the valley. They're both pretty familiar with general Teleri hair practices, but they compare notes anyway.
The first time Lindir gives Haldir some of his hair to make into bowstrings it's as part of some joke. Haldir uses it because at that point it'd just be rude to not follow through. Then Lindir keeps doing it indefinitely.
Haldir teaches Lindir Pendarin and will speak it with him in private. He hardly does this without anyone outside of his family and rarely outside of Penni majority spaces. Lindir brushes up Haldir's Quenya because Lindir has found family members who speak it in private occasionally.
Lindir has told Haldir "I would follow you anywhere, unless I get distracted."
There is a healthy amount of rumors about them on both sides of the Misty Mountains.
A non-zero amount of elves are convinced that Lindir and Haldir married in secret centuries ago, foregoing all the proper traditions, and Haldir is just fucking with everyone at this point.
The camps most people fall into are "Haldir/Lindir are failing miserably at the secret part of secret relationship" vs. "Haldir/Lindir are both actively fucking with everyone" vs. "Haldir actually does not realize Lindir is serious"
Lindir compares himself to Daeron as a joke sometimes, which feeds the camp of elves who think he's in an unrequited love situation.
Haldir's had several suitors and turned away each one that pursued a serious courtship, usually because it's Bad Timing or he's Not Interested at the moment. The gossip is that he's rejecting them because Haldir/Lindir is a thing. Haldir is usually very straightforward, but he hasnt turned Lindir down to anyone's knowledge yet. Which is true in the sense that Haldir doesn't perceive anything serious there (Lindir would have spoken plainly with him about it?), so in his mind there's nothing to address.
Some of the Galadhrim have a bet going on about the Haldir/Lindir situation. Lindir learned about it quickly after its inception and placed wagers through friends in Lorien. They plan to get their hands on some Dorwinion with their eventual winnings.
Orophin started his own pool, mostly between some of his cousins. He wanted in on the wagers but was accused of having insider information/unfair advantage.
Orophin and Rúmil occasionally debate whether Lindir's type is "dumb of ass, strong of heart" or if he's some kind of emotional masochist. (Both, perhaps?) They occasionally launch coordinated attempts to convince Haldir that Lindir is in love with him. Haldir thinks they're just being annoying and it drives Orophin up the damn walls.
When people ask Lindir about the nature of their relationship, he generally deadpans whatever answer is funniest in the moment.
It makes the rumors worse.
If Lindir doesn't have anything better to do he makes the rumors worse himself because he is fucking with everyone.
The first time someone asked Lindir if they were secretly married, he replied yes and promptly cited a year from before either of them were born as their wedding anniversary.
Most people stopped asking Haldir because he thinks it's a stupid question. Last time someone brought up being "secretly married" he was actually pretty fucking offended at the implication that he would forgo a proper betrothal and wedding.
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It’s In The Eyes | 21st Time’s The Charm
Franchise: Star Wars
Pairing: Poe Dameron x male reader (reader’s pronouns are he/him/his)
Word Count: 1358
Warnings: swearing
Series Summary: You met Poe Dameron on twenty separate random occasions before you even remotely considered joining him in any sort of way, as part of the Resistance or otherwise. And while a lot happened in those twenty times, nothing really happened until the twenty-first…
Chapter Summary: Y/N slips away from a sketchy business meeting, only to run into the boy from his past, the one he never thought he’d get to see ever again.
A/N: I told you they’d get longer! I’ve still got a ways to go with this story, I’ve only just started it and I’ve had to do quite a bit of research bc while I have watched all the movies, that doesn’t make me an expert and I’ve been getting help from my friend Quinn. As usual, feedback is encouraged and appreciated!
Y/N = your name // L/N = last name
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Series Masterlist // Prologue // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6
Ten years pass. You’re almost sixteen now and you’ve formed your own political opinions. They differ from your parents enough for them to be referred to as “unorthodox”. You and your family had to visit a settlement called Kijimi on business. This business, of course, is the one your father has been trying to drag you into since forever. Honestly, the entirety of it goes against your morals, so you’ve been fighting your way out of it as much as you can. That’s why, when your parents got to the main doors of the building you all were to visit, you slipped away undetected and decided to explore.
You regretted it the instant you saw him.
You were a little ways away from your parents’ business venture when you turned a corner and saw a familiar young man. You couldn’t understand why you had the feeling that you knew him, because you’re fairly certain you’ve never met him before. But then, by some miracle or accident, he looked in your direction.
It was his eyes that got you.
You could clearly see his brown irises from where you were standing, though far enough away not to be seen by the others he’s with. Those brown eyes launched you back to that one ungodly humid afternoon on Yavin 4.
You were staring into the eyes of Poe Dameron, and he was staring right back at you.
You immediately turned away. You weren’t sure why. Instinct? Embarrassment? You had no clue. But you stepped forward and walked away from him, and you managed to convince yourself that he hadn’t seen you; hadn’t recognized you.
Suddenly, you’re shoved against a wall. Strong, warm hands pin your shoulders to the stone and you almost kick out at your assailant to get away, but then you see the eyes.
Poe.
“You trying to give a guy a fucking heart attack?” You demand, making no move to push the boy off you, but still trying to catch your breath.
“It’s you, isn’t it?” Poe asks hopefully. “You’re Y/N, you’re the kid I met ten years ago. Yavin 4? Right?”
“I dunno, Dameron, is it me?” You raise an eyebrow. “I hope you know that if you weren’t you, I would be kicking and screaming right now, you’d probably have a black eye and a broken nose, at least.”
“Nice to see you too.”
Poe releases you and shoves his hands in his pockets. “So… what’re you doing here?”
“My parents had a business thing across town, I slipped away,” you reply, shrugging your shoulders a little to loosen up.
“Don’t like the business?”
You chuckle. “Understatement.”
“Yeah? Wanna take a walk and talk about it?”
You hesitate. “I dunno, you probably have to get back to your crew.”
Poe shakes his head. “Nonsense, we just got back from a spice run and we don’t get back out until tomorrow. I’ve got all sorts of free time.”
“You sure?”
“‘Course I’m sure! Besides, we’ve got ten years to catch up on.” He pauses, glancing away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “Why didn’t you come back?”
“My parents,” you say sombrely. “I told them about you and about how your parents are with the Rebellion and they immediately forbade me from seeing you again. That’s why I tried to ditch you a few minutes ago.”
“Didn’t want to see me or didn’t want to get caught?”
You shrug. “I dunno yet.”
The two of you start walking.
“I hope this doesn’t sound weird,” Poe starts, “but… nah, never mind. It’s stupid.”
You frown. “Come on, spill.”
Poe sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “Okay. Um. How do I put this without sounding like an obsessive creep.” He laughs a little. “I’ve thought about you a lot since we met. And by a lot I mean every few weeks, which turned into every few days, which turned into every days. For the past few years, not a day went by that I didn’t wonder where you ended up.”
“Dude, we were five.”
“So?” Poe shrugs. “I dunno, man, the human mind is strange as shit.”
You bark out a laugh. “You got that right.”
“Why exactly are your parents so against you talking to me?”
You exhale slowly. “They’re the kind of people that are against the Rebellion because the Rebels are trying to, in my dad’s words, ‘change a system that already works just fine.’ Load of fathier dung, if you ask me.”
Poe combs his fingers through his hair. “What’s your view on the Rebellion?” He asks quietly; almost nervously.
“I’m with them, one hundred percent!” You answer immediately. “I share their views wholeheartedly, I have since you explained them to me all those years ago. My views on the galaxy, with them being so similar or the same to the views of the Rebels, are supposedly ‘unorthodox’, according to my whole family.”
“Big family?”
“Ehh, kinda. Whole lot of First Order supporters, and people who supported the Empire when it was around. And some of them say they don’t want to get involved in the politics of it but if you’re not actively fighting against something, you’re kind of part of the problem.” The two of you turn a corner and you adjust your jacket a little. “That kinda thinking gets me excluded from some family things.”
“You’ve never really told me about your family,” Poe remarks.
“You’ve never told me about yours.”
“Well, you know who they are. Shara Bey and Kes Dameron, both serving the alliance to restore the Republic. My mom was a pilot for the Alliance’s Green Squadron, my dad was with the Pathfinders. They’re good people.”
“I’m not so lucky on the parental front.”
Even in the darkness, you can see – or maybe sense – Poe raising an eyebrow at you, hoping you’ll elaborate. You sigh.
“My parents, and entire family, really, are major dark side supporters. Palpatine, Vader, Snoke. And because my parents like the way things are run, they don’t even give the light a chance. Sucks for me, I happen to like the light. What really doesn’t help is the fact that… well, to put it mildly, I come from a rather… influential family.”
Poe frowns. “Influential?”
“Ever heard of the L/N Trading System, started operating around Alaris?”
Poe is silent for a moment. Then, realization crosses his face and he looks at you in horror. “Your family created that?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“That system is- it’s inhumane, it’s cruel! It’s slavery!”
“Believe me, I know. And trust me, I started hating it as soon as I was old enough to understand it. Why d’you think I abandoned the business meeting earlier?”
“Wait, if your parents are here… does that mean shit like that trading system is going down here on Kijimi?”
“Well, how am I supposed to know, dumbass, I’m not at the meeting!”
“You’re ridiculous.”
You scoff. “You’ve known me for, what, a total of five hours if you put together today and that day ten years ago? Poe, you hardly know me.”
Poe is silent for a moment. “Maybe I’d like to.”
You stop in your tracks. “You’d like to what?”
“I’d like to get to know you better,” he says calmly. “I mean it.”
You blink. You blink again. “I just told you that I’m heir to the throne of one of the most inhumane, dark side-supporting organizations in the galaxy and you want to be, what, friends? With me?”
“What’s so bad about friends?”
“Well, nothing, but…”
“But?” Poe looks at you expectantly and somehow you’ve lost the ability to form words. You stare at him for a moment before you actually say anything.
“I just… I guess I don’t have many friends right now.”
“Well, there’s a new one on your roster named Poe Dameron.” You laugh a little and Poe’s face lights up at the sound of it. “Now, if we’re gonna be friends and you’re off fuck knows where doing fuck knows what with your anti-Resistance parents, we need a means of communication that works across the galaxy. I refuse to lose you for another decade.”
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Four More Years
(just wanted to post this lil suntan snippet of a new Omori timeskip fic/college AU i'm working on! it is silly and soft and not even a little bit tragic, bc my heart can only take so much. canon-compliant, post-good end, lookin at ~10k words)
Kel bursts onto the scene in typically noisy fashion. “Sunny! Suuunnnnyyyyy! Do you have headphones on again? C’mon, finish up, I’m starving!”
...He’s lucky he’s cute. If he wasn’t, Kel would be very unpopular with Sunny’s classmates. But even art school kids can’t bring themselves to hate Kel. It would be like hating a big friendly dog just because it stepped on your mixing palette and tracked paint all over the floor. The worst he gets is a few exasperated glances, and most of those bounce off his thick skull.
They buy Kel a couple of tacos to tide him over and then mosey over to Sunny’s apartment. Kel’s big idea of the week is to make a bento and deliver it to Hero at work. Apparently Hero’s been too busy with his residency to cook, and Kel thinks he’d appreciate a home-cooked meal.
“Cool,” Sunny says drily. “Where are you gonna find one?”
“Hey!! I can cook!!”
“Sandwiches.”
“Sandwiches are good!!!”
They’re still about a half mile from home when they get ambushed by the most beautiful armchair Sunny’s ever seen. It’s rich black velvet with a gilded frame and it has paws, thick wooden legs carved into clawed, sturdy cat’s paws. Sunny closes his eyes. “Ohhh…”
“You need it, huh?”
“Kel,” he says pitifully, pawing at Kel’s arm. “Kel, can you please tilt it on its back legs. I’ll never ask for anything again.”
“Easy!!”
The bones of the chair must be solid teak. Kel has to throw his weight into it just to get the front paws off the ground. But when Sunny crouches down to get a look, another little moan creaks out of him. Oh, god. They do. They really do have toe beans.
So of course they have to drag the chair the whole way home, because Sunny is 100% certain that if he takes his eyes off it, it will walk away without him. But again, this chair is ungodly heavy. Kel can barely shift it, so Sunny actually has to help, instead of just pretending. He’s not used to doing manual labor, so they stop and rest maybe every twenty feet.
The armchair is big. It’s designed for one person, but it’s definitely big enough for two, if the two people in question are very comfortable with each other. Which they are. They always have been.
But Kel won’t sit down.
“It’s all you, dude!” he insists. “Don’t stress it! I’m barely even tired!”
Sunny’s forehead furrows. “We can both sit, though?”
“Seems a little crowded, haha!”
“I could just sit on you.”
“Aw, you don’t want that. I just came from the Y. I’m all sweaty.”
“...You could sit on me?”
Kel looks genuinely moved. “Aw, Sunny. Buddy. My best friend in the whole wide world. I would crush you like a bug.”
“I’m not fragile,” Sunny mutters. “You’d have to do a lot more to break me.”
And Kel, for no reason that Sunny can think of, turns beet red.
Stuff like that keeps happening. Kel is acting totally normal, and then suddenly he turns weird. At the party last night, Kel moved to sling an arm around him—like he always has, for the past twenty years—and then visibly stopped himself on at least four separate occasions.
“He won’t even sleep over anymore,” Sunny sulks. “Last night he slept on the couch. But Basil’s bed is big enough for all of us. If he wanted more space, my bed was empty.”
“Ohhhh,” Aubrey says. “Okay, yeah. I got it. —Oh, sorry, was that it? Or did you wanna give me a little more context?”
He turns away from his work for just long enough to glare. “Explain.”
“Yeah, it pretty much sounds like he likes you, dude.”
Sunny frowns. “As a—”
“No, not as a fucking friend. Are you an alien? Obviously I meant he’s, you know. Attracted to you, or whatever. ‘As a man.’ Lmao.” She actually says lmao, pronounced like, luh-mao.
Sunny looks down at himself. “...Are you sure?”
“Hey, don’t sell yourself short, kid. You’ve got that whole dark academia thing going. You know, the piercings, and the… sweaters, and all pale and malnourished and shit.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
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lilflowerpot · 8 months
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hello again~
I'm here to ask a question about LoZ. so, I have a friend who plays and recommended it to me because she knows I love open world games and breath of the wild is (apparently) one of the best open world games ever and I've been hesitating ever since. she might be a little biased tho lol
and like. there's a sale going on right now for botw, so the recommendation just kind made itself known in my memory again
anyway so, basically I'm here to ask if it'll be worth it? I mean, the general consensus wherever I go seems to be 'amazing, go get it u won't regret it'
(and, this is totally optional, but if you could answer asap that would be great because idk when the sale ends, thank you)
p.s I love little blade. you're amazing
I think it's obvious by now that I am a //massive// Zelda fan so tbh I'm likely no less bias than your friend lmfao, but that being said I'm going to try and give as balanced a response as possible!
Pros
BotW is beautiful, and I mean b e a u t i f u l . The graphics have this lovely watercolour quality to them as an ode to the artstyle used in Skyward Sword, but more crisp & refined. Unlike a lot of the big open world games (looking at you skyrim) BotW doesn't sacrifice colour or try to be "gritty", but rather leans into that soft-apocalypse, studio ghibli vibe.
The narrative is equally lovely and fulfilling, and depending upon what order you collect Link's memories in you will likely have a different gameplay experience. You'll also meet a lovable cast of characters to whom you'll end up unreasonably attached, which will ultimately break your heart in the end,,, I apologise in advance, but I promise you it's worth the pain.
On that note, do it for my bitch-ass bird son. You'll know him when you meet him.
Link can jump. This will mean very little to you if you've not played a LoZ game before, but my boy can fucking JUMP.
You can also climb pretty much everything (bar like one specific material) which means if you want to get to that Cool Thing Over There, then with a mix of mix of ungodly arrogance, sheer willpower, and a lot of stamina potions, you can. If you suffer from the magpie brain (ie. you see a new shiny thing and become immediately sidetracked from your original objective) this will mean that you take about 10x as long as you should to do literally anything, but my god is it fun.
The soundtrack gives me feelings that I cannot put into words, and the voice acting is //phenomenal//. Importantly, Link himself does not have a voice actor which is the only correct choice considering he's been heavily implied throughout the entire LoZ franchise to be an elective mute, and I would have //hated// hearing him speak.
Link is also just a very sweet & funny golden retriever boy who occasionally sasses back like nobody's business. 10/10 protagonist.
If you like women, you will like them even more by the end. If you don't like women, there's a 90% chance you'll seriously reconsider it upon meeting [REDACTED].
The game has something for everyone: you like exploring? Well you're going to do a lot of that. You like collectables? There are so many outfits (that you can dye to your liking!) and a wholeass compendium to fill out. You like puzzles? You'll certainly find your fair share. You like combat? The basic mechanics are what you'd expect with there are enough different enemy types to keep it interesting, but dO NOT FIGHT A LYNEL WITHOUT MAKING SURE YOU HAVE ENOUGH WEAPONS BC THEY WILL BREAK AND LEAVE YOU WITH A VERY ANGRY VERY MEAN MAN TRYING TO KILL YOU.
It is genuinely very good value for money, and even more so if you can get it on sale! Not only do you have the mainline game & all its side-quests, but there's also the expansion pass, and, of course, an entire sequel just ready and waiting!
Cons
Sometimes the open world can feel a little too open. Considering the game's context, it makes sense, but comparatively games like Skyrim feel more densely packed with Things To Do, whereas BotW has several areas of overgrown nothingness that are lovely to look at, but not especially interesting (though this is better rectified in TotK).
You can't swim underwater. This was not rectified in TotK, though I dearly wish it had been.
A lot of fans used to complain about the temple format of p much every Zelda game up until this point, so the developers essentially removed temples altogether and instead replaced them with only four (technically optional) Divine Beasts, plus Hyrule Castle itself. I... did not like this. I'm a big puzzle girlie, and though BotW has shrines scattered across the landscape—most of which are puzzle-based—I personally felt that this substitute was lacking in comparison to the original. TotK does improve on this by reintroducing temples, but I still could have gone for a few more (Skyward Sword was the opposite of this, with very linear gameplay which a lot of people hated, but I personally will stand by SS's Ancient Cistern until my dying breath, and Twilight Princess had some really innovative temples that I have replayed several times over).
On a semi-adjacent note, the final boss just... wasn't my favourite. That's not to say it was bad, only as boss fights go I've had better (I did, however, like the final segment of that fight).
You will develop an immediate fear response to the Guardian music.
Ultimately though, I absolutely do think you should buy it, and am jealous that you'll get to have that bright-eyed bushy-tailed first-time experience, because believe me, if I could erase my memories and play BotW all over again, I would.
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so what’s the deal with your new blorbo? assume 1. i know how football works (used to actually watch) but not how/why some players get famous; (2) i know nothing about messi except that he. exist; (3) feel free to go bananas to your heart’s content if you decide to answer this.
fuuuuUUUUUUUQ ME. Can litchrally any Argentinian, any FC Barcelona supporter, ANYONE who has followed fuutyball for more than *checks watch* TWO WEEKS spot me for this one?!?! I am GROSSLY underqualified to answer this question Cunningham's law is about to hunt me for SPORT.
Okay. LIONEL MESSI. I can't summarize everything about this Guy who is currently one of the Main Characters of the most watched sport in the world, but I CAN summarize how he has started cooking my brain!!!
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(that is him!!!! my guy!!!! HIM JUMP)
I have been trying to read a book with @rhaeneystargaryen for at least a couple years now, but somehow never had the spoons or the right overlapping interest. And then she told me that she was reading this:
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I figured I would give it a try! I wanted something low effort, low investment, something I didn't care a whole lot about that I could put down at any moment bc work has been hell lately. And then I hit THIS line in the introduction, and I could literally FEEL the cursed hyperfixation key in my brain start to turn:
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GUESS WHICH ONE IS MESSI!!!!!
I'm not a twitter stan, I swear. I am AWARE there is a media layer here. These people are real, actual human beings with documented flaws and mistakes, I am WELL AWARE that they are ungodly wealthy pro athletes and not "stars who are just like us!!! ✨✨✨." It's also obviously reductive and unfair to view anyone solely through a comparative lens - no living being could live up to the marketing hype that has been generated around Messi, Ronaldo, or indeed any pro athlete in the elite leagues.
BUT GOTDAM IF THIS FUCKER DOESN'T MAKE IT HARD!!!!
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Bare bones: Lionel Messi is a football player born in Rosario, Argentina, who at 13yo moved to Spain to play for FC Barcelona. He joined the adult team at a whole ass 17 years old. Ensue absolutely RIDICULOUS teen prodigy meteoric rise, with both Messi and Barcelona winning all the Best Football Awards ever and Best Individual Sports Achievements in Everything. I have spent the last two weeks spending FAR too much time reading football books, and all the gotdam graphs look like this:
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People talk about Messi being the player who made them fall in love with "the most beautiful game," and I can SEE WHY!!! HERE I AM!!!! A CLOWN!!! ALSO FALLING IN LOVE!!!! I am googling sports highlight reels of his plays like a CHAD FOOTY HOOLIGAN!! WHO AM I, I AM HAVING AN IDENTITY CRISIS. It is just so much fun to WATCH him! Listening to commentators screaming "Eight, ten, IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY DEFENDERS THERE HE GOES THROUGH THEM!!! MESSI GOAAAALLLLL"
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What makes it WORSE is the whole fukken rivalry business the book was about. Cristiano Ronaldo was another super-gifted player who debuted at about the same time and had a similar prodigy teen genius rise. He signed for a rival club in the same league at the same time Messi was playing with Barcelona. The story reads like a gotdam Hollywood sports drama, on both an individual and a team level!! I cannot IMAGINE what it was like watching this unfold as it was happening!
For starters: on an individual level, they were constantly thrown up against each other for every award imaginable. The Ballon d'Or awards list, which crowns you King of Soccer for the year, has looked like this since 2008:
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(there is obviously talk that Messi is up for an EIGHTH award this year, but I don't think about the future bc it is bad for my cooked brain 😊)
On a team level, there was (and IS) of course the clubs. I am ABSOLUTELY not qualified to get into the weeds on this, but the rivalry between Barcelona and Real Madrid has deep, deep political, historical, and cultural roots going back (among other things) to Catalonian oppression under the fascist Franco regime in Spain. Josep Suñol, then-president of FC Barcelona, was shot in 1936 by Francoist troops.The matches between the two clubs and the two players with their drastically different teams and styles at the time were super-charged - an ACTUAL QUALIFIED Barcelona supporter is going to have to get in here and explain the history and emotion behind the Clasicos bc THAT IS SEVERAL BOOKS IN AND OF ITSELF!!!!!
The whole point of THIS particular book was not, in fact, a blow-by-blow comparison of the players. The point was that by being WHO they were and WHEN they were, Messi and Ronaldo changed the shape of the game forever in terms of marketing, branding, team strategy, finances, etc etc etc. It's an interesting read (if not entirely unbiased on all points), if you enjoy the absolute blood and oil-soaked clown show that is professional football money!
But ANYWAY.
AFTER I finished the book Messi ended up cooking my brain bc (1) all of the context above re: rivalry in league football, and (2) his PERSONALITY. Someone made him in a lab to ruin my life!
I mean, the club loyalty gets me. For his entire professional career, Messi has played for exactly two teams - Barcelona and his homeland Argentina NT. He only left Barcelona in 2021, VERY much against his will (per him, his agent, his friends, his family, AND FC Barcelona) due to an absolute hot mess of a league financial situation that is apparently still sorting itself out. I don't know how common it is for pro athletes at his level to move around, but I feel like it's more common than that!!! THE CLUB LOYALTY gets me, the HOME LOYALTY gets me!!!! Especially as he's gotten better and better, and there's been more and more pressure on him to keep delivering even in the absence of anything else!
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The gotdam STOICISM also gets me!!! Call it shyness, call it humility, call it down-to-earthness or reservedness or whatever you want - what everyone kept mentioning about him in the books (and what certain French marketing departments are still probably saying about him) is how QUIET he is. Journalists would complain about how he "made it to age 30 without ever uttering an interesting sentence in public." A Nike exec who lost a bid with his agent for a sponsorship waved it off by saying "Imagine how much trouble we would be in if Messi had a personality." Relative to his peers in the elite football world, he doesn't have a flash lifestyle with a huge entourage. He doesn't do a lot of press. He doesn't try to push a personal brand, even though it's a big chunk of income for wherever he plays. Even though he obviously COULD, he doesn't go around talking about Greatest Of All Time (TM). When he DOES give interviews he doesn't even talk super loudly. He keeps to his immediate family and his closest circle of friends.
AND YET. AND YET. ON THE PITCH, HE PLAYS LIKE HE DOES. He creates not just for himself, but for his TEAMMATES the way that he does! I realize that NO ONE gets an award for being a team player in a team sport, or for "not being as much of a dick as you could have been," but HE STILL HAS HIS HOMETOWN ACCENT!!! He dedicates his goals to his GRANDMOTHER! He met his wife when he was FIVE YEARS OLD, he has never had a relationship with anyone else ("It has always been Antonella, for me"), he has three beautiful kids, his teammates keep apparently falling in love with him and doing Intricate Rituals, I AM ENDEARED I AM ENDLESSLY ENDEARED
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Did I mention he is also very short? Allow me to mention that. 5"7 / 1.7 meters in pro-athlete world is PICK-UPABLE SIZE. Multiple reels out there of his teammates celebrating goals just by PICKING HIM UP it MAKES ME SO FOND
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(on an Intricate Rituals note, Messi's size and his evasive style of play has caused a lot of opposing team's strategy to be "make a cage, kick him as soon as you can and tackle often," which has in turn prompted a lot of specific protection strategies for him as a forward and also over-protective teammates :)))). WHICH OF COURSE COOKS MY BRAIN EVEN MORE YOU KNOW HOW IT IS.)
And that isn't even STARTING on his saga with the Argentina NT, which reads like YET ANOTHER HOLLYWOOD SPORT DRAMA that I cannot believe actually happened!
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Again, I am begging ANY Argentine to jump in here, I AM GROSSLY IGNORANT as to the history of this sport I got here two whole weeks ago how is this HAPPENING to meeeeeeee
My very basic understanding of the situation is that Messi has played for the national team ever since 2004, whenever he was on break from Barcelona. Over the years since then, Argentina (with Messi) has tried again and again to win the World Cup (and the Copa America), but consistently failed despite regularly advancing to finals. BECAUSE Messi was on the team, Argentina routinely and perhaps unfairly got billed as "favorites" to win, with criticism in the press being focused disproportionately on Messi when they didn't. I don't know how bad the situation in Argentinian media got, but even the western English outlets were picking it up. "Messi plays better for Barcelona than for his home country, Messi isn't Argentinian enough, Messi keeps too much to himself and doesn't sing the anthem,etc etc etc". Maradona famously commented that Messi was "a great person, but had no personality," and that it was useless to try to make a leader out of him because he caved under pressure (referring to Messi reportedly being sick from nerves before the world cup games).
(note: gotdam rivalry. Of the people named who would be better and more stylish leaders, Cristiano Ronaldo was up top )
The pressure DID get to Messi in the end - he issued a statement in 2016 saying he would retire from international football, but there was a huge home campaign to get him to come back to the team. Argentina still didn't win the 2018 World Cup (players of opposing teams said that their strategy against Argentina was not letting them pass to Messi). And so on, and so forth.
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AND THEN!!!!! 2021!!!!!
I THINK I HAVE POSTED FAR TOO MUCH ALREADY about the current Argentina NT for someone who, as I said, JUST ARRIVED AT THIS GOTDAM SPORT, but I'm going to make everyone look at these quotes again. These are quotes the team has given ABOUT MESSI HOW IS THIS REAL????
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Argentina would go on to win the Copa America - and then...well 🥰
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I DON'T KNOW IF I'VE EXPLAINED THIS ADEQUATELY!!! I DON'T KNOW IF I HAVE SUFFICIENTLY REPRESENTED THE DEGREE TO WHICH MY BRAIN IS COOKED!!! Did that mean anything to anyone???? I don't know!
HELL
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sojutrait · 1 year
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( @itsmariejanel ) THE WAY ITS BEEN SO LONG IDEK WHAT THIS IS ABOUT but whatever it is IM INNOCENT I SWEAR
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no literally, the thought of random ppl having my babies send me in a cold shiver, thats why all my sim dump sims are randos that im not attached to jdkdfjk 
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( @lake-lunvik ) SHE HAS A GIANT GASH ON HER FACE AND THE EARTH’S ATMOSPHERE IS TOXIC, SHE’S ON HER LAST LEGS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE STORY I FEAR-
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i think its a bit diff than my og style (mostly the sims are actually good looking now djfhdjkf) but yeah! reject modernity embrace tradition kdfjd 
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( @aomi-nabi ) AAAAAAAAA i swear ur asks make my whole day I HOPE YOURE DOING AMAZING TOO MWAHHHH 😭😭💓💓💓💓
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KDJKDDKFJ dw i accept that compliment alot bc its a STRUGGLE making this game look playable sometimes i swear-
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after the stds and fights i dont think thats a viable solution at the moment KJDFK 😭😭😭
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its just a tag that i use to redirect to on my actual blog so u can see my posts and not shit posts, asks, or rbs
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yeah she is!!
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yup! his roomie is dove
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STOPDFKJDJFKFKD both are taking upwards to a year- 
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( @aurore95 @hadesdyke ) I LOVE HOW U BOTH SENT THIS IM CRYINDHGFJD thank u sm, now im gonna make it my life mission to find this shirt and buy it
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autumn is het so i dont think thats a possibility 💔but they should def pull a john tucker must die  
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thank u sm!!!
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thank u sm for asking!! im doing great just ungodly levels of busy 😭😭
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TYYYY literally all my sims have rue hairs atp, she cant keep getting away with it 
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DKJCKD ive never seen bobs burgers but this tempts me-
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maybeeeeeeee, but it wouldnt have links bc i did that Once and i nearly fell over and died 
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( @aomi-nabi ) NO TYYYY going down memory lane was so much fun omg
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tbh i forget its even a thing half the time so by the time i remember my sims have like 10k points so i blow them on anything. also lots of mods use the reward trait system so it makes it look like theres more 
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( @lake-lunvik ) just for this, im going on hiatus again and never coming back. 
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( @pixelpeephole​ ) i dont really have a system tbh, i just kinda periodically go around and check if anyones gotten married or had any babies lmao. also checking recent neighborhood stories helps out bc theyll tell me 
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IKK every couple weeks i get a large influx of rbs of it and i just Know it mustve gotten around again 😭😭
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NO LITERALLY, hes in the deep abyss of the halabi lore iceberg 
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hmmmm probably never on here bc theres a subset of simblr obsessed with me and want my head on a platter who will probably print the pic out and cover it in the blood of a lamb or smthn (but ive face revealed in the among us server dkfjdk) 
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SEE ive been hearing about it but i havent started it yet omg, def gonna tune in after house of the dragon wraps up and i need something else to watch djfdk
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itchyeye · 1 year
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Okay. So if we assume that Elias genuinely watches and likes Ghost Hunt UK (which we will), we can assume Elias enjoys the fake spooky. What if Elias went to a show for a fake spooky ™ band, and Gerry also went to that same show? Meet cute.
(inspired by the jonelias Mechs fic I read one time. Love seeing people be like "why is there an old guy in a suit here? Is he lost?")
(Wednesday anon)
dear wednesday anon, i need you to know that i have been insanely unimaginably ungodly busy these past few days so i have had very little downtime to sit and answer your messages, all of which i cherish, but THIS ONE i cherish most of all
i have read it many times this past week and therefore had many thoughts. i am going to share all of them now that i have the time to do so.
1. elias and i could never go to a show together, because i am always at barricade and he would only ever want to be balcony
which made me think about where gerry would want to be at shows and i think he would be on barricade sometimes but mostly lurk at the bar, pit sometimes but not always, a real crowd butterfly 🥰
2. i want elias to off handedly mention to gerry that the coke in london isn't what it used to be and gerry (who has never done hard drugs but is used to people assuming that he has because of his appearance) shrugs it off with like "well we all have our reasons to miss the 80s" and elias is like "quite" except he is, in fact, thinking of the 1880s when laudanum was over the counter
3. i can 100% picture elias cruising but i can't picture gerry clubbing (while he is goth and he does murder people he's established as being shy, introverted, and having no friends so i can't picture him at night clubs. maybe when he and jane were dating she took him with her to go dancing) and i can't picture elias at metal/punk/goth shows (self explanatory) so i'm day dreaming of a convoluted au scenario where gerry and elias end up meeting at the same club for some reason and just as they're about to hook up in the dark gerry's beholding alignment kicks in and he goes "m... mr. bouchard??!!!"
he sputters, squirms out of his arms, and leaves immediately then spends the next several days at work desperately avoiding everyone while thinking the phrase "don't think about it na na na na na nothing happened doo doo doo" as loudly and insistently as possible
gertrude knows anyway, of course
elias knew it was him the whole time
4. i really really really want to ship gerry and elias and i can't which is annoying to me... if anyone else feels inspired by this line of thinking, hit my line! it just feels out of character for them both and i think gertrude would be territorial about her assistants... they're my two favorites so i want to smash them together like barbie dolls but it isn't working for me
5. ALSO i agree i think elias was being sincere about watching ghost hunt uk. i think it makes sense for him to be interested in/keep tabs on paranormal investigation type stuff in london since it is slightly more likely that people who seek out the supernatural will have experiences with the entities and seek out his institute
i also think he may have had some sort of premonition about melanie and georgie, both bc they knew one another and because of georgie's history with jon and because the threads of the web encase them all
so he probably listened to WTG? too!
idk if it's a detached interest or a sincere one but it makes perfect sense to me that he would keep tabs on spooky influencers etc since even if they don't have genuine experiences, they're more likely to make it to the institute anyway
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cumulonimbuns · 9 months
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Hey, just wanted to say I love your fic! I didn't really like Yona as much in canon, but your version has won me over. :)
Hiya! Thanks so much for stopping by, sorry for the late response, I’ve been a bit busy lately.
But I’m so happy you enjoy my characterization of Yona!! 💕💕💕 I had a lot of concerns going in bc I knew how I was writing her was not at all how Nintendo was, and sometimes people do not enjoy major OOC stuff. But! A friend of mine said, ‘Is it really out of character when the developers gave her basically nothing?’ And I though, ya know what? You’re so right.
There’s nothing wrong with having a nice/sweet character, but I HATE when that’s the defining feature of them. Bc I think almost all of us would just classify Mrs. Yona as ‘nice’. So I wanted to add a lil bit of spice.
Yona is very nice, just more so to specific people or when she wants something. I want the big thing with my Yona to be that she’s intelligent, driven, and trying too hard to be nice. Doing her best to embody The Domain’s image of Mipha essentially. But as we know in TKSD masks are something to be taken off and destroyed rather than kept on, which she’s already taking steps to do so.
(I also love putting an ungodly amount of similarities/references between my Yona and Link, they’re very similar yet very different, which is a lot of fun to explore)
Sorry for the word vomit, I just love these guys v much. Thanks for stopping by!! 💖💖💖💖
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kimnjss · 2 years
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Joon better watch it, at least Hobi has a work life balance 😤. Anyway LOL... I feel like working your way up to asking is fine. And I get the vibe that Cin likes to get up in the group's business so even if Hobi was halfway through asking YN Cin would have still found a way to beat him to it just because she enjoys teasing all of them.
Speaking of Cin she should feel a way. Those are his friends and coworkers, he should have had that shit planned at least a week or two in advance. SHAMEFUL.
And speaking of the birthday boy, not him sliding in DMs to get at Jimin. I appreciate he got straight to the point of asking all the questions, but also not expecting to be given the full play by play. BUT ALSO I KNOW THIS WHORE WASN'T LOCKED IN HIS STUDIO DOING UNGODLY THINGS WHILE WATCHING JIMIN STREAM!?!??! He better wipe everything down with bleach before anyone steps foot in there again.
poor joon is stressed ! he just wants to get everything done on time so he can go home to his wife (or one of his sugar babies depending what day it is) nd hoseok refuses to work ! also yes ., one of cin's favorite past times is making those boys sweat . nd they love her for it . as soon as joon was telling her there was a girl there that hobi liked ., she made it her entire business to be his wingwoman - whether he wanted it or not .
EXACTLY. yoongi nd joon have been friends the longest out of everyone in the group nd he didn't even text him until cin mentioned it??? good thing she was there to swoop in nd host a cake cutting ., bc joons slacking fr .
dude ! yoongi didn't even give it two seconds after jungkook was posting the picture before he was asking abt him . nd he was definitely putting the information he had to use . he for sure was glued to his phone watching jimin's stream while he was supposed to be working 😭 nd the fact that he was watching all the reruns after that??? yEAH . he's gonna need to spend extra time cleaning up - maybe open a window too .
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a post in which i rant about tech related things yet again
kinda sorry kinda not bc tech is the only thing consuming my life right now. also wednesdays seem to be cursed. last week someone i thought was my friend asked my deadname and this week,, i don’t want to say felt worse but i genuinely think that was the worst i felt. i can not put into words how much it hurt physically. ok time for the actual story
the joke of the day was “yeah back here we are having mental breakdowns on the daily.” and holy shit is that true. one of my friends has cried every single day from the stress and you CAN NOT blame him for it. i can not stress enough to you guys how horrible it is to work this musical. like yay i get to be with friends but everyone is falling to pieces and no one is ok and the teachers dont fucking understand. so i also cried yesterday. and ima be honest i didn’t want to. i went to get water and i jsut knew i needed to so i went back to my seat backstage. didn’t last five minutes before i had to go to the other side so i could to my friend.
long story short the stress from tech and the guilt of not being able to help my friend got to me and i broke down. doesn’t help that only a week ago someone asked my deadname. and it feel like that happened months ago. not 7 days ago. i quite literally do not have the time to unpack that. i do not have time to sit down and think about with myself. i had to rush to the conclusion of fuck that man i hope he understand show horrible of a person he is to me now.
i would like to mention we haven’t even gotten to the worst part of yesterday :333333
ok time for the worst part: so the friend who cried (love that man) left before me which. hurt. but i get and i wasn’t gonna force him to stay with me. i get home and i see an ungodly amount of notifications from arsom gang fire emoji as normal (i love u guys idc abt the notifs) and a dm from him. for the record he doesn’t dm me out of no where normally. and it says “for now on, don’t talk to me”. i just started testing my friend again and she now knows everything things i refuse to say online because they are barely even my business. you can use ur imagination. so apparently he unfriended me bc maybe twenty minutes later he refriends me. he also texts me apologising and girl i forgave him so fast. i hope he knows how much i love him. (platonically he has a gf and is significantly older than me) but those twenty minutes before he did that my mental health was at the lowest it has ever been. and 2020/2021 was really bad for me mentally. thank god no one died around me.
so yeah today is the day of trying to take shit slower and making sure my friend is ok. bc even if im not good at playing therapist i need someone to be there for my friends and if im that person then ill be that goddamn person.
if you read all of that i love you so so much and i really do mean it. if you want to talk to me about anything go ahead. :)
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