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augenblicklich-lila · 1 year

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cod incorrect quotes #1

First post on this account! And it's about CoD. If you told me that a few months ago, I would've laughed in your face. Alas, I do not choose the hyperfixation, it chooses me, and boy, am I glad it did!

I was super bored one night and these are the result. I literally have so many of these. Too many. Probably.

Mainly Y/N stuff, platonic and romantic. Also has some Soapghost and Alerudy because I just love them a lot, okay? I think I kept most of this gn. Feel free to interpret however you like, this is just here for enjoyment and funsies! So enjoy :D

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ ♛ （ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つ━━✫・*。 ⊂　　ノ　　　・゜+. しーーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨)

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛

Y/N: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it. Ghost: Just rip the bandage off. Y/N: It’s Soap. Ghost: Put the bandage back on.

Ghost: What, in the name of sanity, have you got on your head? Alejandro: It's a fez, I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool. Soap: snatches the fez, throws it in the air Ghost: shoots it

Soap: Tell me something dirty Y/N: Your kitchen

Price: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Y/N: Thanks, it's the trauma.

Ghost: I’ve only had Y/N for a day and a half but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Y/N: Don’t worry, I have a permit. Ghost: …This just says “I can do what I want”.

the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups Ghost, Price, König, and Rodolfo: spinning a little and talking Alejandro, Gaz, Soap, and Y/N: flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming

Ghost: If you got arrested what would be the charges? Gaz: Theft. Soap: Disturbing the peace. Alejandro: Aggravated assault. Rodolfo: Arson. Y/N: All of the above. In that order, probably (I THINK I SHOULD FEEL BAD FOR RODOLFO'S BUT IT IS HOW IT IS)

Soap: What's worse than heartbreak? Rodolfo: Waking up in the morning and your phone wasn't charging. Alejandro: Waking up in the morning. Ghost: Waking up. Y/N: Waking up in the morning… Y/N: And seeing Gaz. Gaz: Hey! Rude!!

Gaz: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Price and Ghost's convo? Y/N: Me. I'm in the laundry basket. Alejandro: I'm in the washing machine. Soap: I'm in the closet. Y/N: We accept you Soap. <3 Soap: No I'm literally in the closet. Y/N: Love is love. <3

Squad reactions to being called straight: Ghost: The fuck, no I'm not. Alejandro: Excuse the hell out of you? Soap: Ding dong, you are wrong! Gaz: Who told you that? And why did they lie? Rodolfo: Rude. Y/N: punches the person

Y/N: Soap is so… Ghost: Annoying? Rodolfo: Cute? König: Funny? Gaz: Weird? Y/N: I don't know, maybe if y'all let me FINISH for ONCE IN MY LIFE, I'd tell you!

Alejandro: The floor is lava! Ghost: helps Y/N onto the counter Gaz: kicks Soap off the sofa König: lays on the floor Rodolfo: …Are you okay? König: No.

The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one Price: I will not let you down. Soap: Sounds fun. Gaz: K. Y/N: No, I'm fucking not. Rodolfo: Do I have to be? König: Please god, I am so tired.

Ghost: When was the last time you cried? Y/N: Uh, like 15 minutes ago, why?? Ghost: really? That recent? Y/N: Yeah voice crack is that an issue? starts crying again

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ 　 ∧＿∧ （｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 ⊂　　ノ　　　・゜+. しーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”

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nieded · 5 months

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Back in February of this year, I preordered the official Good Omens Tarot Deck & Guide Book. I think, originally, it was supposed to come at the end of October. It finally arrived today!

It comes with a full 78-card deck. I'll include pictures and thoughts of the major and minor arcana below the cut, though since I'm just exploring it, my first inclinations are pretty surface level. Overall, I think this is a beautiful deck worthy of anyone who enjoys tarot or just good art.

The Major Arcana

First and foremost, I am bummed that they changed The Lovers to The Duo. Granted, at the end of season 2, Crowley and Aziraphale aren't lovers, so it does make sense, but 'Duo' just feels a little weak. In the standard Rider Tarot Deck, The Lovers can represent love in general, romantic desire, or seeking wholeness depending on how and where you draw the card.

Interestingly enough, the guide book does refer to Aziraphale and Crowley as The Lovers, so I think it's a cop out not to have it written on the card itself! I have a feeling that The Duo/The Lovers was a late edit. Either it was meant to be The Lovers originally, and it got edited out, or vice versa, it started out as The Duo and then they changed it after Season 2. Here's what the guidebook as to say:

"Upright: You're glowing! You've made a marvelous connection with someone. Things feel--dare you say--magical. Whether this connection is a close friendship or romantic relationship, it's clear that destiny has brought you together. The Lovers card also carries with it an element of choice. Will you choose to stay in this heavenly partnership despite any and all hellish complications? Or will you give in and let outside forces succeed in driving you apart?

Reversed: A once-heavenly connection has crashed back down to earth. You're feeling out of step with someone who means a great deal to you, and you're wondering whether patching things up is worth the effort. Perhaps you have simply grown apart. After all, some people just aren't meant to stay in your life forever. A bit of soul-searching will reveal whether you should double down on your efforts and recommit to this person or move on."

If you draw a reversed card, it typically focuses on the negative aspects of a card. It doesn't always exactly mean the opposite of the upright card. I think we've seen numerous times in canon when Crowley and Aziraphale aren't sure of each other and have to recommit, so I do think both of these descriptions are fitting.

Other thoughts: I love the choice to make Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis represent Temperance, and I find it particularly interesting that Crowley is The Hermit, especially after seeing him in the Job minisode as Bildad. He's just a demon who goes along with Hell as far as he can, and it is lonely. Being a hermit, however, can be a good thing, representing someone who is staunch in their convictions and comfortable going against the flow.

My two favorites in the major arcana are Aziraphale as The Star and Crowley and Aziraphale as The World.

The Minor Arcana

The Good Omens major arcana does not deviate much from the Rider Tarot Deck, but the minor arcana is where it gets interesting! Traditionally, the minor arcana is divided into four suits: wands, cups, swords, and pentacles, each with their own general theme. The Good Omens deck divides it into: angels, vessels, demons, and the humans.

After comparing the two decks, I have hard time linking the suits together. If I had to guess, I would assume they correspond like this:

wands = humans: linked to the fire and is represents creativity and passion.

cups = vessels: emotion and relationships (romantic and platonic), intuition

swords = angels: logic and reason, cutting through illusions,

pentacles = demons: tangible reality, substance

I don't know how accurate this is. Wands and Pentacles could possibly swapped, or more likely, we need to interpret the deck not based on the Rider Tarot Deck, but on the GO universe. So with that said, let's jump into my first impressions.

Angels

Immediately, I suspect that when the tarot deck went on presale, it did not have season 2 in mind since the major arcana features nothing significant from season 2. Starting with the Angels, however, we immediately have season 2 characters including Muriel and Saraqael! And the Metatron takes center stage as The King of Angels.

Interestingly, Aziraphale appears in a solo card three times, and again with Mr. Dalrymple, the surgeon from The Resurrectionist mini episode. This will be relevant for later.

My favorite card is IV of Angels, which represents celebration.

"Upright: The IV of Angels represents milestones and celebrations. Whether you're turning another year older, you're preparing for a reunion, or you've just narrowly managed to save the world from Armageddon, it's clear that a little fete is in order. Take Aziraphale's example by tucking into your favorite celebratory sushi dish and pour yourself a glass of bubbles. You deserve it."

The Vessels

I am certain that The Vessels represent emotion, as every card in the guidebook focuses not on the characters or events of each illustration, but emotions of the moment. This is the closest correlation I could find to the Rider Tarot Deck, and well, the name also gives it away.

My two favorite cards might be The King of Vessels with Shadwell's ridiculous finger and X of Vessels, featuring the Garden of Eden.

X of Vessels:

"Congratulations! Hallelujah! Your prayers are being answered. Whether you've hoped or prayed for an idyllic, perfect paradise of a home, true love, or something more mundane, the X of Vessels represents a wonderfully favorable outcome. Rejoice and enjoy!"

The Demons

Hey, remember how I said it was interesting Aziraphale had three solo cards in The Angels suit? Crowley has ZERO in the Demons suit. He shares a card with Shax in the II of Demons. And remember, before you point out the IV of Demons, that is not Crowley. It's Aziraphale! This card is literally about luxuriating in a bath and treating yourself, and I'm finding not every card has a good correlation to the plot of Good Omens, but that's to be expected with 78 illustrations. This scene has a lot of potential for interpretation, however, and I wish it had been used better. But back to my original thought... Crowley is not considered a demon based on this deck.

Also interestingly, two cards feature the Four Horsemen, War in the Queen of Demons and the tools of the Four Horsemen in the III of Demons. Crowley and Aziraphale can't remember whose side they're on in canon, deeming them 'independent contractors,' but Minerva Siegel and Luthien Leerghast certainly felt they were more on the side of evil than 'good.'

Three of Demons:

"It's an unfortunate fact that even the best-laid ineffable plans fall through sometimes. Though you're feeling betrayed and disappointed, this heartbreak won't last forever. Give yourself the time you need to grieve this loss."

Yeah, you know, the more I think about it, I definitely think the Demons = Pentacles.

The Humans

Last, but not least, we have The Humans suit. It features a wonderfully diverse cast of main and side characters like Sister Mary Loquacious and RP Tyler. Obviously, Adam is The King of Humans, but I absolutely love that Elspeth is featured here. HOWEVER:

There is an error in the book here. The book swaps the pictures of Elspeth and Mrs. Henderson, and now I'm not sure who is supposed to be who!

Before I read the guidebook, I thought for sure Elspeth would make a perfect Knight of Humans, but Minerva Siegel has described her as the Page of Humans despite the card being mislabeled.

I have to look at the deck more closely, but this is the first misprint I've found.

Either way, the art is gorgeous, and I'm going to have a lot of fun looking through this deck. I probably won't use it much, however, because I don't want it to get damaged. I love collecting tarot for the art and different interpretations, and I'm super excited to add this to my shelf!

#good omens #tarot deck and guide #ni speaks

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patchwork-crow-writes · 2 months

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Regarding Ralsei's identity… the fact that his name is an anagram of Asriel makes me question whether he was "designed" by someone in-universe to resemble him in some form. People often dismiss this as out-of-universe symbolism of the player's attachment to Asriel. However, it's interesting to note that his mannerisms and even his sprite animations (like his giggling animation, which mirrors Toriel's) sometimes reflect Toriel more than Asriel. Also, remember how Susie comments, "Ralsei looks like your mom, right?" to Kris. His coaster design in Cyber World is also more similar to Toriel for some reason...

His entire form screams "Dreemurr Family", and not just "Asriel doppelganger" to me, almost as if he's been personally tailored to appeal to Kris. This isn't surprising, given how he seems far more attached to Kris than even Susie. (I'm leaning towards this being connected to Kris rather than the player, as our attachment typically leans towards Asriel, not Toriel.)

Though this idea is way more unsettling than the idea that he's consciously altering his form to "fit in" haha. And that could be the reason why Ralsei doesn't know what it's like to be himself – his entire being might be molded to be an effigy of Kris's family, a byproduct of either Kris's unconscious mind or another person's deliberate creation…

Yeah, I think you might be correct here, actually. Ralsei does have this maternal side to him, most particularly in the immediate aftermath of the Spamton NEO fight ("There, there" is such a mum thing to say, isn't it?) And his admonishments to Susie for drinking the tea too fast gives off big mom energy, as well! The Dreemurr I think of most in relation to Ralsei is in fact Asgore, on account of the fact that they are both male and enjoy activities you might consider "effeminate". They both also go above and beyond for the people they care about most, even at the expense of their own wellbeing. I'll grant you that Ralsei isn't quite as much of a wet lettuce as Deltarune Asgore is, but there are definitely similarities to be noted there!

With all of that in mind, an argument could be made that Ralsei is in fact some kind of mental amalgamate of the entire Dreemurr family. In fact, you can go further, and say that rather than him representing Kris's ideal form within that family, Ralsei instead represents the absolute platonic ideal of a loving family (i.e. the Dreemurrs pre-Dess's disappearance). Created to be the perfect brother, mother AND father figure, all at the same time. Almost tailor-made to try and grant Kris, and to a lesser extent Susie, the things they most seem to be missing right now.

As for the somewhat-romantic undertones of Ralsei's interactions with Kris, I think this too can actually be explained using the above. It seems to me a rather childish interpretation of the notion of love, not just in the sense that it's very "puppy love"-esque, but also in the conflation of romantic imagery with all other forms of love, including familial. I think this is because when you're young, things like platonic love aren't so clearly signposted and blatant, in both real life and in media, so a child's idea of expressing love to somebody might cleave more towards the more "obvious" expressions typical of romantic love. If that makes any sense whatsoever!!

Very interesting to think about, anon! And the fact that there's so many plausible theories as to who or what Ralsei is actually supposed to be means I can continue talking about all this for years to come! Or at least until the remaining chapters come out :P

#ask #answered #anon #Ralsei #analysis #character study #the dreemurrs #theory

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dearfizz · 4 months

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Not So Shoujo Love Story Hanna Characterisation in Ep 91

it's the explosion episode

spoilers until ep 103. I also gush and compliment @curryukuu 's writing in this. She isn't active on tumblr as much anymore but if she sees this, hi.

Re-reading this episode makes me focus a lot more on Hanna's pov instead of the explosion. Hanna was distancing herself from Rei. There is a canon explanation now in ep 103 where Hanna said that she was jealous and felt inferior and that she wasn't good enough. BUT I HAVE MY OWN INTERPRETATION.

Hanna's dialogue in ep 103

TO ME, she wanted to abandon feelings of Rei. I know it's very unlike Hanna because she loves Rei so so so much, BUT HEAR ME OUT (if there's anyone out there reading this)

She's been chasing Rei for like a season and a half by now. In season 2, Rei's a lot more responsive to Hanna's flirting (it was so much insufferable good lord I felt like a third wheeler read their interaction sometimes).

(weird basketball(?) analogy here) The ball has kinda just stayed in her court since FOREVER. Like I know that Rei said that she cannot return Hanna's romantic feelings. The ball her is Hanna's feelings btw and it's just... been there. Rei doesn't mind that Hanna has been romantically interested in her since ep 1. Heck, she doesn't even mind advances and flirting from Hanna. HOWEVER, as of S2 Rei has only been toying with it. Rei is literally flirting back with Hanna. Both unintentionally and intentionally. I'm sure Hanna's aware of whatever, not platonic tension, both of them have. But Rei not passing the ball back after all of that toying IS a move in of itself.

At this point, Rei is STILL holding on to her comphet version of love. (idk if their sexuality have been canonized, but Rei is so lesbian to me. It really makes sense to me thematically, but if Rei is canon as bi I would respect that. I would keep the idea of Lesbian Rei to myself). Shoujo mangas really was a trauma coping mechanism. That in turned, really made her have internalised comphet. The whole point of her trying to find the perfect guy was because she didn't want to end up like her parents. It's so hard to throw away something that was literally your will to live (I assume) for, like, what a decade of your life?

So after Hanna's visit to her house, she finally gets why Rei's not passing the ball back. At that bridge, I'm pretty sure she's convinced a romantic relationship is never going to come out of it. Ever. For Hanna, it's better to just pack your back, distance yourself, and move on. If I was Hanna, I would have literally done the same. Like, just imagine. Your girl is really REALLY adamant in finding the perfect guy. And you're not a guy. There is no point in any of this flirting and advances anymore. It's better to leave those feelings behind. It's just. Not meant to be. That's how life is in reality.

IF this story is a lot more realistic, Rei would have confronted Hanna about why Hanna's distancing herself from her. Let's just say that MY interpretation of why Hanna is actually canon. Rei would respect Hanna's wishes of wanting to be distant with her. Rei and Hanna would be physically and emotionally apart. This is the period where Rei reflects and realizes that hey, I want Hanna in my life. And in a romantic way. Throw in some angst in there. Then Rei would confess to Hanna. Boom they get together. Idk how this would turn out with the Canon reason, but I think it would be roughly the same?

BUT THIS STORY IS A FEVER DREAM, AND I LOVE NSSLS STORY BECAUSE OF THAT

Did you check nssls tag on webtoon? It's COMEDY. Not romance (even though it's very romcom to me). There shall not be long-lasting angst. Nuh uh. Not in this household. So curryuku does what curryuku does best. Cook up an unhinged plotline.

Alien world domination plot is now REAL and CANON from ep 92 - 102. Rei got Isekai-ed and is thrown into a world that she has been wanting and dreaming for so long. A world where she can chase and pine for the perfect, handsomest guy. A world where she has a perfect family. But she realizes that this isn't what she wanted. She wanted her friend's back. She wanted Taro back. But most importantly

she realizes she wants Hanna.

More than that perfect, handsomest guy that she's been dreaming of. That plotline did exactly just that. It achieves the same thing as my small reality au paragraph does. But in its own unique.

The Rei Isekai-ed episodes really felt like curryuku was holding me by the scruff. THE ABSOLUTE CHOKEHOLD IT HAS ON ME. No plot line in that comic, heck even media, has ever had that effect on me. Life LITERALLY stopped for like 5 min every Tuesday for me. Idc if I have class going on rn I'm going to read it in class (I'm in architecture, and the class is just consultation. The lecturer really isn't teaching anything it's a 1-1 thing). It had me on the edge of my seat. It had me crying and screaming. LIKE LOOK AT THIS PANEL.

That's honestly so much better than a love confession imo. It was so sweet it made me sick. My friends are SO sick of me talking about nssls for like 2 months ish. The only complaint I had was that I just wish the arc had lasted more than 10 episodes. But I really don't mind that much.

Idk how to end this. Curryuku, your brain is so fascinating. Thank you for producing nssls. Seriously. I might get a nssls tattoo.

#not so shoujo love story #nssls #webtoon #if you're a nssls enjoyer follow me maybe?#but I rb a lot of mcyt stuff lol #so I get it if you don't want to follow me #no I'm not making another tumblr account #if youre reading this i love you #would be nice if you rb and like haha #but honestly I'm going to assume this is just me screaming at the void #but I hope the void replies back #as you can see #i am very passionate about this #curryuku ily #not proofread #we die like.... idk no one died in the comic #yet

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elf-osamu · 9 months

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hi!!! i hope you’re doing ok! so uhm i hope nothings missing but can i have prompt 15 from fluff list 1 w/ oda? i’m non binary and i’m also saying the line <3 both platonic or romantic is ok! i don’t really mind. thank u so much for your time and have an amazing day 🌷

“ COME TASTE! TELL ME IF I NEED TO ADD ANYTHING ”

[ masterlist ] [ event ] [ reblogs are v v v appreciated ]

fluff, canon divergence, can be interpreted both as romantic and platonic, oda sakunosuke x non-binary!reader (no specific prns used)

warning(s) : food !

word count : 465 words

plot : “ you surprise oda with his favorite meal, cooked by you for the first time. what does he think? ”

a/n : hi vess !!! i've written this while listening to “eat your young” by hozier and, i must admit it, it has been an experience/pos. anyway, it's the first time i actually write about oda and i'm not really satisfied with it, but that's okay, i'm going to improve when i find time :].

prompt taken from here !!

[ ☆ ] oda would be delighted to discover you are trying to make him happy with curry rice, his favorite dish !

[ ☆ ] whether you're a good cook or not, he would appreciate the effort regardless.

[ ☆ ] however, if you ask for his opinion on your cooking skills, he'd be extremely blunt. oda is a honest man and says what it's strictly necessary - not in a harsh tone, but in a considerate way.

[ ☆ ] if you happen to make his favorite version of curry rice, that is quite spicy and served with a raw egg on top of it, he'll be positively surprised.

oda had always been a soft-spoken man in his life.

he was easily described as a generally calm, collected individual who did what he had to without many pretensions, rarely acting on a whim.

he wanted a simple, quiet life, filled with domestic moments and things which were very dear to him.

he was modest in his tastes and dreams... and he was content like this.

“okay, it's almost done”, you muttered to yourself as you watched over the pan where you were cooking the rice.

you had been invited by oda at his apartment to have lunch together and discuss the plans that he had in mind for his future books; he had recently published a short novel which was being sold everywhere in yokohama, much to your (and his) contentment.

you were proud of his accomplishment.

so, you had wanted to make something to congralute him; you had been rummaging through his kitchen and shelves to gather all the ingredients needed, then you started preparing the dish.

finding a recipe that was very similar to the original one hadn't been an easy task for you, but ultimately you had managed to discover it.

then there you were, sighing because of the high temperature of the room.

you were about to make the final touches when you heard the opening of the apartment's door.

oda sakunosuke just got home when the pungent aroma of his loved spice met his nostrils. he happily hummed as he changed his shoes and took off his light coat, going to the kitchen.

when you saw him entering the room, you looked at him and your face lit up.

“oda, come taste!” you exclaimed, gesturing him to go near the pan. you offered him a ladle to take a bit of curry rice. “tell me if i need to add anything”, you smiled.

he carefully tasted it, silently pondering if anything was missing.

as expected, he took his time to answer.

“i believe”, he thought out loud, a pensive expression adorned his face. “you should add more spice to it”.

you chuckled and did as he told you.

[ do not copy, translate, repost, etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]

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yourinterestisnotcringe · 6 months

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i hope this isn't too much, but i'm nosy! do every odd-numbered smosh question :]

Aah! XD Thank you 😌❣️

Here you go (this got so lengthy omg sorry).

1. Ian or Anthony?

The age old question huh?

You know what? I was asked this before (on a more shallow level I guess but it still fits) and I will repeat myself: "Anthony has Perfect Hair and is very attractive to me. But i was very much very intrigued by Ian as a whole from day 1 and that hasn't changed." (quote by me, sometime between july and now)

On a less shallow level: I relate to Anthony a lot regarding lots of things and respect his journey very much. But Ian - idk what it is, I was drawn to him since day 1 and can also relate to him on several levels. I genuinely find him hilarious. I also know/knew and like(d) people in RL that are very much like him. (Or, at least the way he makes us perceive him.)

3. What's your favorite channel between main/pit/games?

I replied to this here.

5. Do you have a favorite Smosh video? What is it?

I just thought to myself: why did I reblog this ask game? Why am I doing this to myself? I generally am VERY bad at answering questions about favorite things. I cheat all the time. I have several favorite Smosh videos, depending on the criteria. But I'm gonna go with the answer that is probably the most boring one:

Pokémon Theme Song from 2005. (rip)

To me it symbolizes a lot of things and without it I probably wouldn't have found Smosh - or I would've, but a lot later. It evokes many good feelings in me and finding it for sure changed some stuff and influenced me, even though I didn't know it at the time. Lot's of momentous things happened to me in 2006, discovering Smosh via this video was one of them.

7. What is your favorite series on Smosh (main channel)?

Let's do This! !! Followed by uh maybe Pokémon in Real Life, Funeral Roasts and Interviewing Exes.

9. What is your favorite series on Smosh Games?

Would you believe me if I told you that I was stuck on this question for like half an hour? T_T I really like many series on that channel and they did so many different things... And in the end it's still a tie. It's the very basic (?) and classic Gametime w/ Smosh and the very uh, basic (?) Board AF :')

11. What's something you want to see come back?

Easy: Let's Do This! :')

13. Do you ship anything/love any friendship pairs?

I'm actually fine with any ships, romantically or platonically. If I watch any combo long enough and imagine them in random situations I can see them as a ship (platonic or otherwise), or a intriguing combo at the very least. I do enjoy content about Ian &/ Anthony, and pretty much other popular combos. A combination I've seen less of and that I love is Tommy + Ian and Courtney + Ian. However you want to interpret this, I love their dynamics and what my head provides me with about them. As a sidenote and apart from any shipping business: Courtney's and Ian's friendship is very very dear to me, if you (general) have any clips/interview/audio/whatever where their friendship is being shown/the topic, feel free to send it to me. I would be so so grateful :')

15. What castmember do you think you are most like?

Ok so I asked my sibling because I wasnt sure about this. And they said: Ian, Sarah (we both miss her dearly and we'll count her as cast for this) and Amanda. I agree tbh.

17. What do you want to see now that Anthony's back?

Summer/Winter Games :')

19. Is there a video/series you really loved when you were younger?

Lunchtime with Smosh! 🥹 (Ian is Bored too..I know, this is cheating ;_;)

21. Did you ever watch Smosh the movie?

Yes! More than once 🤭😆

23. Tell me an unpopular Smosh opinion.

I'm more excited for the concept and existence and bts of Food Battle returning than for the Food Battle 2023 video itself. Don't know if that's an unpopular opinion though. I'm very exited and am looking forward to it very much, and it looks very good. But I enjoy the Food Battle series on a rather meta level and am not as emotionally involved as with other stuff.

25. It's food battle time. You picking a pink frosted sprinkled donut, or some stick-shaped food?

Thank youuu!!

[Smosh Ask Game]

#this took me a long time and it was so much fun thank you!! <3 #smoshblr #ask game #smosh #smosh pit #smosh games #yiinc.txt

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teddy06writes · 2 years

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Repercussions

The Dead Poets x reader (not explicitly, romantic, platonic or poly, just interpret it as you will)

Trigger warnings: Character Death, talk of suicide, swearing, yelling, grief, I'm upset but it's fine

Premise: You had thought thinks had been going well, but then, after his debut in A Midsummer Nights Dream, Neil does something drastic; the sound of one gun shot can echo on forever

{*evil laughter* I hate my life but this is here now)

{also, I might just cave and right a different version of this that's mainly just me being a Cameron apologist, also also, don't worry, I have lysome fluff headcanons for a request that should be out soon}

The Morning After The Play

You're not entirely sure why you've been woken so early on a Saturday, nor why you, and the rest of the Poets have been called down to Mr. Keatings room.

The one thing that you are sure of, however, is the anxious pit in your stomach, and the fact that Neil is very much missing.

Mr. Keating sat resolutely at his desk as Mr. McAllister led you in, a certain sadness you'd never seen on him before, etched into his features.

With a sigh, he stood, murmuring, "Thank you, George," as Mcallister faded to the back of the room.

"Captain what's going on?" Charlie asked after a moment, unable to stand the silence.

Mr. Keating cleared his throat uncomfortably, and the pit in your stomach seemed to deepen.

"Well Lads, I- figured you should hear it from me first, and not in the announcement that will be made later on this morning."

There was a waver in his voice, and Cameron seemed to panic, "Sir, if this has anything to do with the society- I swear, they forced me into it-"

"It's not about that," He interrupted, taking a deep breath before continuing, "But no doubt, that will soon be called into question. uh- We received a call, this morning, from Mr. Perry. Last night- last night after the play- Neil took his own life."

Suddenly, it was like your world shattered.

As you backed away from the group, you could distantly hear Knox muttering about how it couldn't be true, and Charlie demanding to know if it was some sort of sick joke.

You only became aware of the tears streaming down your face when Pitts had turned back to you, offering a tissue, and a hug, but still, it didn't seem real.

This had to be some sort of sick dream.

The Afternoon After the Play

Mr. Keating wasn't sure how anyone could take it. The rest of the administration continued on like it was nothing, only Mr. Nolan launching an investigation into what may have caused Neil's decision.

Classes had been canceled until the next week, and most of the students only treated it like a vacation.

Most of them.

He knew that somewhere, You and the rest of the poets were trying to mourn.

Wandering through his dark and empty classroom, he found himself standing at Neil's desk.

Slowly, Mr. Keating sank into the seat, finding the old tattered copy of 500 centuries of verse Neil had left, almost like he'd known he'd be returning it now.

He stared at the cover, at his own scrawling hand writing.

This was on him, wasn't it? He was the one to tell Neil to go and pursue his dreams, even after he'd told him about his fathers opinions.

God, why had he ever told them about the Dead Poets Society?

The Sunday after the Play

Charlie hadn't properly registered anything since that morning.

At least, not enough to make sense of it all.

He sat at the same pew where he'd taken the phone call from God, but everything had changed since then, he could no longer find the humor in his shenanigan.

The rest of the mass sang from the hymnal, but he couldn't bring himself to even look down at the book Todd shakily held in front of them both.

Charlie had long before learned how to let the trials life threw at him roll off his back, but this was different, this was numbing him to his core.

A Week After The Play

Nolan's investigation had begun, and would probably be concluded by the end of the day.

Cameron paced nervously up and down the hall outside of his and Charlie's room, would they understand? Would they try to see his point of view?

He was late to the meeting, he knew that; but he had to be. With what Neil had done, what Neil had uncovered... Cameron had been left to scramble to pick up the pieces of his life and hopefully get them shoved back into order, that way he could still have the future Neil didn't want.

Taking a deep breath, he turned, going all the way down the hall and into the coat room Pitts had said they were meeting in.

All of you froze, staring at him as he entered.

"What's going on guys?" He asked, taking a step into the circle.

Slowly, Charlie got up from his seat, "You finked, didn't you Cameron?"

"Finked?" He repeated, "I don't know what the hell your talking about."

From where you sat by the window with Todd, your eyes seemed to bore into him, searching for something he wasn't sure of.

"You told Nolan everything about the club is what I'm talking about." Charlie spat.

"Look, in case you haven't heard Dalton, at this school there's something called an honor code. If a teacher asks you a question you tell the truth, or you're expelled." He wasn't sure why he was lashing out, but still he did.

"You little-" The words died on Charlie's lips as he went to lunch at him.

Desperately, Knox and Meeks grabbed at him, dragging him away from Cameron.

"He's a rat! He's in it up to his eyes so he ratted to save himself!" Charlie yelled.

"Don't touch him Charlie, you do and your out." Knox said carefully.

"I'm out anyway!"

"You don't know that." Pitts tried to argue.

"He's right," Cameron nodded, "And if you guys are smart, you'll do exactly what I did and cooperate. Their not after us! We're the victims. Us and Neil."

You glared at him, uttering through gritted teeth, "You have no right Cameron."

"What the hell do you mean anyway?" Charlie demanded, "Who are they after then?"

"Why the 'captain' himself! Mr. Keating of course! I mean you guys really didn't really think he could avoid responsibility, did you?"

"Mr. Keating is responsible for Neil? Is that what their saying?"

"Who else do you think, dumbass?" It was almost like he was taunting him now, "Mr. Keating put us up to all this shit-"

"That's bullshit and you know it!" You were standing now, starting to cross the room, "He didn't put any of us up to anything. Neil loved acting."

"if it weren't for Mr. Keating, Neil would be holed up in his room, studying for chemistry right now! Beilive what you want, but I saw let Keating fry! Why ruin our lives?"

Before Charlie could even move you had crossed the room fully, smacking him across the face with all the strength you could muster.

You couldn't have cared less for what happened in that room after you stormed out.

Two Weeks after the play

After you'd stormed out, you'd gone straight to Mr. Nolans office, turning yourself in, and telling him, straight to his face, with no regards to your friends, or your parents feelings, that you would rather be expelled than have to deal with another second of Welton Bullshit.

Now you were leaving, leaving it all behind.

Nothing that had happened in the past week seemed to matter to you as you packed up your things, you were leaving, and that was it.

As you zipped your suitcase closed, you couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief. None of this had anything to do with you anymore.

It was almost like you could care less, now that Neil was gone.

You didn't take it as any of your business when you could hear Cameron's muffled sobs from the next room over every night, or when Meeks and Pitts stopped talking to anyone else entirely, hell you'd even let it entirely up to Knox to help drag Todd out of the lake when he had decided it was too much.

None of it mattered anymore.

Neil had made his decision, and now you had made yours, and neither of you cared about the repercussions.

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life-of-an-asexual · 1 year

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(Part 1) I'm really confused about my identity and I need some reassurance and advice. So I'm starting to seriously consider I might be on the aromantic spectrum, because I was watching a TV show and there was a romantic love triangle/infidelity plotline in it and it made me very uncomfortable. I started seriously considering that I might be aromantic because I have that same feeling of discomfort even when thinking about romance in my own life, as well as in a lot of tv shows and books +

(Part 2) I have read and watched. The types of relationships I like to watch in media and think about are the ones that have little to no sexual undertones and the ones where there is affection and fondness between both people but it can be interpreted in a platonic way or as a friendship. I briefly considered that I might be aegoromantic, but that label didn't fit my feelings or experiences. Then I learned about the label lithromantic, which initially made sense to me, but +

(Part 3) ultimately lithromantic didn't feel right to me at all. I like the idea of having a romantic relationship in theory, but I get uncomfortable with the idea of actually being in one, to the point where I feel like crying at the idea of someone falling in love with me. I know this might be because I've never experienced the feeling of falling in love and I've never dated, and no one was interested in me in school and college, but I was fine with the lack of interest. I also wasn't +

(Part 4) interested in dating anyone in school or college. I never really wanted to. Lithromantic doesn't feel like the correct descriptor of my experiences and cupioromantic doesn't really fit my experiences either. I want to be in a relationship someday and I thought I understood romantic attraction, but I don't think I really do. I understand that all of this sounds weird, but I don't really know what to think. I want to hear opinions about this and I need reassurance.

for what it's worth, i do think your experience could fit under any of those labels. i can't tell you that you are one of those or that you have to use those labels. if you've determined that they aren't right for you, you have the final say. personally, i'm not aware of any other labels that would fit

however, my advice is that you don't need to find a label that exactly matches your specific experience. as someone who uses what is technically a micro-label, i get it, but you don't have to. you can just be aromantic. if you aren't alloromantic, the aromantic label covers what you feel. or if that doesn't feel comfortable, gray-aromantic

the gray area between "aromantic" and "allromantic" is vast. lith, aego, quoi, cupio, fray, etc. are all identities that fall under the gray-aro umbrella. if trying to find a micro-label is causing you distress, you can use a term with a broader definition. it'll still represent you, and maybe give you a little breathing room to get comfortable in your identity, and you can worry about finding a more specific label later if you still want to

again, i understand the appeal of microlabels, but at the end of the day, you're still under the wider umbrella of aromantic. if you can't find a more specific label, you can just be aromantic. you can find your community here, and other people with similar experiences even if they aren't exactly the same. you don't need to worry about finding the most correct label, you can just be

~Mod Q

#answered #anonymous #not sure if i've articulated this very well but that's my perspective #aromantic #gray aromantic #romantic orientation #labels

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hello, I just wanted to ask you a quick question about your meta process. Do you play Devil's Advocate while analysing? I mean, do you ask yourself if there's a non-buddie explanation for everything (plotline, foreshadowing), or do you just instantly go for the Buddie explanation. I'm just curious because sometimes it feels like meta writers don't do that, and I get that your focus is on the buddie-mess of it, but surely in order to persuade anyone that your view of a thing is correct, you have to disprove all over possible explanation. You know, like Sherlock Holmes said "when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?"

Hi Nonnie! Good question.

So the short answer is yes and no. I do take into consideration other explanation. Not whether they exist, 'coz if someone's adamant, there is always an alternate explanation. I have, for example, shipped non-canon het ships that can be compared to Buddie, and for them too, every romantic trope could as an idea be explained away. So the question isn't whether there's an alternate explication, it's how often do we see what has most often been a romantic trope being used with a platonic duo, how hard do we have to work to come up with an alternate explanation, are the tropes used in a way that's different to the treatment of actual platonic bonds (like Hen and Chim) etc. So I don't immediately go for the Buddie explanation and there were things that I saw how one could infer a Buddie interpretation for them, but I felt it wasn't the more immediate one, so I never included them in my meta posts.

At the same time, I'm also not looking to "prove" anything. I'm not a detective trying to solve a mystery and having to prove that my solution is the correct one. I started out writing my meta 'coz my whole point was, "we're not crazy, this is what we're seeing because the show has made some very deliberate choices, here is what I see and why I think it's intentional." But at the end of the day, I'm not trying to convince anyone. I'm a person online expressing my POV. I could be right, I could be wrong. My POV isn't better than anyone else's. And I'm certainly not trying to push any agenda, just say what I see in the show and what it was the show which made me into a Buddie shipper. I think that's true for most Buddie shippers: we didn't start watching to ship Buddie, forcing our interpretation on the show. 911 kept throwing romantic tropes at us in relation to Buddie which made us start shipping them.

So that’s my answer, yes and no. I do take other possible takes into account, I don't automatically try to turn everything into Buddie "proof" but I also don't feel the need to try and convince anyone. People who see what I do and enjoy my posts are amazing, people who disagree with my takes are also great. Let everyone enjoy what makes them happy! It’s a difficult life, fandom should bring relief and joy, not the burden of proving anything to anyone.

I hope I managed to explain myself? :) Please do let me know and have a wonderful day! xoxox

(I got an influx of asks, I WILL answer all of them, but it might take a sec. If anyone wants to check whether I've already answered theirs or to read my replies, here's my ask tag. Thank you! xoxox)

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #evan buck buckley #christopher diaz #ask #anon ask #fandom discourse #fandom discussion #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

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yourbittertarottruth · 3 months

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Plzzz you’re even more sweet omg😭 I was anon before the anon you replied to about the fs dream (I had similar to experience of relationship-not as much but ofc that broke my heart in a way that I didn’t know it could be broke. But like you said yours was like a leason, I believe mine was too bcuz it really boosted me into the person I am today honestly. Truly thankful for it💞)

Also both you and the anons dreams are so interesting bcuz I never had a dream like that before except recently with me and my online friend(I cal her my twin and honestly think she’s my soulmate ngl). Lemme tell you. I had a dream that I went over to her house as if I lived very close to her or smth and we were giggling and laughing and just having fun (besides her dad bcuz her dad in the dream didn’t seem to like that😒). BUT GET THIS-Like a few weeks later, she had the SAME dream but it was her pov and she came to my house as if she lived like down the street. She told me that we were talking about ateez concert and I told her that my mom would never let me go, but was like “noo I can convince her”…oh goodness it was hard at first bcuz my mom had THE stoic face but eventually was like “sure” (all this was VERY vivid and realistic for the both of us).

But I remembered smth while I was reading the fs dreams and I want to seem if I’m not going crazy or anything. Even though this was a while ago, I’m wondering again. One night while I was sleeping, my vision was black at first but then slowly I felt myself being cradled(?) like someone was holsing me in in their arms and my upper body across their lap. I would say it was comforting but it honestly did freak me out a little bcuz slowly a fuzzy blue outline of someone being held in someone’s arms. The person was speaking but usually when this happens while I’m sleeping, my hearing can only pick up little to no words. I was definitely awake but I wasn’t awake yk? I was wondering if that was my fs or spirit guide? I’m mostly confused bcuz at that time, I would have “visits” while I would sleep. Literally spirits or whatever coming to me and telling me this and that. Who they are and sometimes showing me a very old photo of them😭 besides that, I was wondering if you can intuitively pick up who the person holding me was?

I wrote way more than intended😭 and I would love to message you but i honestly don’t know what I would say dhvjfh

(Oh P.S Im somewhat going into business too and want to become a businesswoman, so I’ll keep what you said in mind if I don’t forget hfhhi🫶🫶💞)

Mann, your vibes are strangely positive in a familiar but also non-familiar way?? Just very warm energy! Consider me as an older sister and listen to me when I tell you all this; RELATIONSHIPS ARE SO DIFFICULT! However, the lessons you learn from them are so valuable. Just remember; never feel afraid to leave someone, even if it's a life lesson, you need to leave someone you feel is hurting you in any way or upsets you. Prioritize YOU, not your relationships. I'm glad you were thankful for the lessons you got out of it and were able to see the sun hiding behind the storm clouds <3 I find dreams and interpreting them very interesting, because they can mean so many different things. I believe dreams all happen for a reason - that they're not just "manifestation of our desires". There is definitely more to it than that, in my opinion! Hm, platonic soulmates are a thing, too! So, bare that in mind. But those dreams sound really sweet, I definitely think a platonic soulmate thing could be going on here? I don't know enough to be 100% certain on that, so take it with a grain of salt. If you feel a pull towards her romantically, don't be afraid to pursue that connection. It could easily lead to good things, new opportunities, prosperity, a life lesson, etc. Having the same dreams shows that you 2 probably, mutually, spend a lot of time thinking about one another. Having the same dream as well could consider that as the future? It could potentially be something that ACTUALLY happens, especially since it felt vivid/real for you both. You're not going crazy, I promise. Last night, I couldn't sleep, so my FS just hugged me and rubbed my back. He woke me up when my body was overheating/I was sweating, so I could drink water and change sides of my bed before I felt his energy hugging me to sleep again. He teases me loads, but he's very caring. I tend to converse with his energy when he seems to be in a good mood, with tarot cards when his mood seems a bit more down? Either way, he was in a good mood so I was able to talk to him a lot. The words they're saying may not be something you literally hear, but if you feel / "hear" random words in your head that don't feel like your own thoughts, it's probably theirs. I have that sometimes, it feels awkward, so I occasionally ask his energy to go to my friend so she can rely his messages to me - so it feels more like an actual conversation than me having a conversation in my own head. Intuitively, I'd say the energy holding you, from what I felt intuitively, was your FS. I pulled cards and got The Lovers and Page of Cups. Definitely FS, imo !! They seemed a bit shy? Like, the cards took a while to fall out by themselves to I pulled the Lovers from the top of the deck till Page of Cups suddenly fell out once I pulled the Lovers. It's okay, feel free to write as much as you'd like !! This is a safe space, no one will judge you for what you say, what you write, etc. I get that and completely understand don't feel any pressure. If you decide to, just a simple "hi, I'm the anon that sent in this ask" with the link would work just fine !! I may take a bit to respond since sleep, classes, etc, but I'll do so ASAP !! Ah, having more business buddies would be really nice !! I look forward to meeting you at some point (hopefully) if it's meant to be, I shall leave it all to divine timing <3 Also, random update on my FS; He's become so bold?? I realised my upper lip was super swollen randomly during my first class and he was just nodding when I asked if he did it. Then, at the top of my chest area, I saw a little swollen red mark and asked him again if it was his doing. Asshole's energy had the BALLS to start whistling and to just leave?? I was thankful that the chest one wasn't noticeable unless I wear a tank top but wtf do I do about the swollen lip !!

#tarot #kpop #kpop tarot #pagan witch #future spouse #energy #freyreplies #tarot advice #dating advice #dream interpretation

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Jack Stauber (Pt. 1) TW! S*icide Mention

I'm bored to here is just a collection of my interpretations of some of Jack Stauber's songs. (Just to say, I know while there are some "official" stories to some of these songs, I'd rather just go with my own ideas.)

TW!! S*icide mentioned at Baby Hotline. Don't read if this triggers you.

Cupid: I have two for this one. One: Simple but it's about someone who is led on by someone who they are in love with. Later on, they realize that they are only being used and their love toyed around. Even if the other person likes them back, the other knows the relationship wouldn't end well anyway. Heartbroken but still holding on to their feelings, they go back home on the bus. Wishing love wasn't so cruel and wanting for all the time they spent with the other to be returned in some way, well aware the other probably won't try to apologize to them. Two: The song follows someone on the arospec or who just has a hard time with feelings/love. They feel envious of people who are falling in love around them and feel inferior since they cannot fall in love, or at least easily, or feelings of romantic love are very confusing and/or scary to them. They think Cupid to be cruel since it's they've been cursed to see others happy, while they can watch hopelessly and hope they could feel the same way.

Baby Hotline: TW!! This part will mention s*icide. Please stop reading for your own health if this triggers you. A man reminisces about his fondness and love for a girl (either platonic or romantic love is up to you). Remembering details about her like her hoarding quarters. She is dear to him, and he becomes concerned for her well-being when she starts to stop talking to him. Scared to step over a boundary, however, he decides to try and call her instead. At first, she doesn't pick up his calls and he becomes afraid. Thinking about times when she has shown to be depressed and open about her low mental status. Then, she starts to talk to him, putting him on edge every time she goes away from the phone before coming back to the phone. The perspective of the story is then changed to her. She is in a bright, warm house with the sun coming in. The man comes and jokes around with her, she giggles before she starts to realize the phone is ringing. Slowly, reality sets in as the man with her look sad. Cut to the phone ringing. Her body is out of sight, in the dark. Pills covering the floor around her right hand.

Choice: On a lighter (and shorter) note, this song is about someone trying to keep themself together. But as their life starts to become more unstable, they have to push themself to face themself. Realizing they have a choice to change, they finally find the courage to start taking control of their life again.

Thank you for reading! In a little bit, I'll be posting the second part.

#random stuff #ranty #music #jack stauber #theory #story #story ideas #tw mention of death #TW Mention of s*icide

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geminitarotmagick · 2 years

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Hey GT ♥ how are you? If it's possible, can I have a free reading??? There is a person who is a very good influence in my life and has a lot of good expectations for me regarding my potential in life and that stresses me but also puts me in action mode. She is a very wise and older person than me and we have a connection but it's only platonic. However, when I dream at night I don't know why but I always see me or her having a more loving approach that is not just platonic. So when I wake up I feel uncomfortable because it's something that it's just not right in my mind, because our connection is pure and it's something like, I can't describe it, like family, friends, soul mates in one lol. But nothing romantic.

So I would like to know, what does K (♌) think of our connection? I'm confused haha, we also have lost some contact these times because of our responsibilities I guess so yeah

Thank you ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

TZ, ♑, Moon in ♈

Hi! It sounds like your dreams are pretty important in this situation. Unfortunately, dream interpretation is not one of my specialties, and so I wouldn't want to give you incorrect information or misinterpret anything for you. I know for a fact that there are some wonderful readers on here who are more well versed in that topic who can help you better, so I suggest you reach out to someone with a dream interpretation background for a more accurate answer.

Sorry, and I hope you understand!

#answered

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colorseeingchick · 3 years

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Cheer You Up, Calm You Down (Kenma, Akaashi, Bokuto) x GN!Reader

Life is full of ups and downs - and those downs come in different forms. But no matter what it is and how you seek to be comforted, these boys will have your back.

A/N: All the boys are given different Y/Ns with different personalities and specific scenarios. These three have Y/Ns who are more so emotional in their reactions, but still slightly different.

Warnings: Language. Mentions of aggressive thoughts in Bokuto's. This series is meant to be up to interpretation for whether its platonic or romantic. However, there are some romantic themes in Bokuto's (can you cuddle platonically? It's up to the person!)

Kenma Kozume: with an overly-apologetic Y/N

The intense tapping on your phone screen matches the irritated tapping of your foot and erratic beating of your heart as you let the blue light illuminate your distressed features.

Why were they being so unreasonable? This is all so out of left field. To be accused of something you didn’t do, and to be given so much hate for it? And to be the one apologizing after it all?

Trying to explain yourself and apologize over text was definitely not helping. As each moment passes, you only feel more anger infused into the betrayal you're feeling - none of which matches the apologies being typed out onto your phone. You’re pulled out of your intense conversation when Kenma places his arm on your shoulder. He stretches out his hand, eyebrows raised. “Can I?”

Although still upset, you feel your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “I mean, sure?” You have absolutely no problem letting Kenma see.

“But...why? It’s not like you usually care about my dumb conversations- what’s, what’s different?”

“First off, not true. I…” he averts his eyes, “I always care. But what’s different is that you don’t usually deep sigh 5 times in like, 2 minutes. I can’t focus on SmashBros like this.”

You hand him your phone, satisfied enough with his answer.

“Hmm,” a displeased hum escapes his lips as he reads through the texts, eyes skimming back and forth, his finger dragging across the screen. You watch him from your spot at the foot of his bed, arms wrapped around your knees.

You allow yourself to space out until you realize Kenma is now typing on your phone before chucking it across the room onto the pillow on his bed.

“Hey!!”

“I just texted Kuroo to come over, don’t worry. Leave it for a bit.”

“But what if they weren’t done talking to me-”

“Doesn’t matter. They’re stressing you out. You’re mad aren’t you?”

“...Yeah.”

“How mad?”

“Pretty mad.”

"And are you at fault?"

"No," you say emphatically.

"So then why are you apologizing?"

To that, you had no answer.

“Yeah, so you’re allowed to be mad and you don’t owe them any apology, especially with the shit they’re pulling.”

“.You're right. I'm sorry Kenm-"

"You don't owe me an apology either. You don't have to say sorry, okay?" He sighs and hands you his controller. “Here. Just beat the shit out of some bots. It’s fun and a good way to get the anger out. And a better use of your time.”

“You’re really gonna let me play?!”

He shifts to the side, his hand massaging his neck. “Don’t make me change my mind….”

~ Fun Fact: Kenma sent a message from your phone to the people bothering you saying: "If you force an apology out of them for something they didn't do, I'll be giving YOU something to apologize for" before deleting it so you wouldn't see it :)

Akaashi Keiji: With an ambitious yet insecure Y/N

The high ceilings, high shelves and echoes of glass cups clinking were sources of comfort to you as you wait for Akaashi Keiji to show up to talk to you.

Recently, you’ve been feeling sort of down. You’d gotten an internship that you’d tried really hard for. It was so exciting and a major ego boost for you! But that all came crashing down once you got to working. All your fellow interns were very smart… and very mean. They often insulted you for not being able to keep up and mocked you if you were confused. And while your bosses seemed understanding, you quickly became discouraged from asking questions.

It’d been a week and a half now, and you really didn’t see things getting better. So you wanted to talk it out with Akaashi. He’d know what to do.

“L/N-san.” You turn around in your seat to be greeted by Akaashi, clad in his tweed coat with two drinks in hand.

“Hi, Kaashi-kun.” You smile a little. His eyebrows knit for a second as he watches your expression before his lips slightly twitch up to match your smile. He walks towards you, placing your drink in between your hands, and proceeds to sit across from you, making himself comfortable in his chair.

“Sorry I’m late, my last meeting ended up running a little long-”

“No, you’re so fine, how was it?”

“Pretty good, I was doing some essay reading for the high schoolers and…”

And for a while, you and Akaashi had a good back and forth going, catching up on his recent life events. You grab the drink in front of you, sipping at it gently. The drink, the bookstore, and Akaashi were all exuding warmth in that moment.

“-But we aren’t here to talk about me, now are we?” A sweet blush blooms on Akaashi’s face as he realizes he had been rambling on about his personal affairs for 10 minutes now.

“I enjoy talking about you though,” you throw in. He should know you like talking about him.

He shakes his head as he tips his drink to his lips. “Seriously though, what’s going on with you? You seemed like you wanted to talk about something when you called?”

“Mm, yeah. So… I’m thinking about quitting my internship.”

Akaashi’s eyes widen, his body freezing mid-sip. “What? Why? You worked so hard for that internship.” He places the drink down gently. Akaashi’s voice is always soft, droning in a coaxing sort of way. But even then you could hear the concern heavily laced in his voice.

“Well…” And so you explain your situation to him. You detail how your team members have been treating you, explaining the stressful tasks one after another. As you go on, the hints of self doubt and your damaged self esteem start to shine through. Akaashi’s eyes are trained on you, gifting you with his undivided attention.

“How do you think you’re doing, though?” He’s trying to gain a thorough understanding of your circumstances. But by the way he’s watching you, you had a feeling he cared a little less about what you were saying and more on how you were reacting.

It’s hard on you. It really is. Because the reality is you feel terrible, unworthy, and incapable. And as Akaashi pushes just a bit, you feel all those ugly feelings start to beat around inside your head.

“I, um. I don’t think I deserve to be there. I’m not good enough.” You cough, trying to cover your voice crack. You clutch at your drink.

“... you know that’s not true, right?” The softness of his voice, the gentleness and kindness he’s giving you, it’s so sweet that it stings your pained heart - your poor, pained heart which has heard nothing but insults for a week straight. And it’s enough to push you over the edge.

“No… it’s...it’s true. I’m not good enough.” And although you’d been trying to hold it back, your body starts to hiccup in muted cries, tears now rolling down your face, your hand muffling the huffs coming out your mouth.

Across from you, you see Akaashi stiffen. Although you two had always been close, you’d never cried in front of each other before. And when it came to either of you being emotional, it was usual practice to take it to Bokuto, a great giver of emotional comfort. Akaashi was not a master of that particular skill. And so, Akaashi panics.

What should I do? What would Bokuto-san do? You can almost see the wheels turning in his head as you continue to try and stop your cries. You feel like you’re making Akaashi uncomfortable, which is not what you wanted to do.

You’re surprised when Akaashi jolts up, walking over to your side of the table. He pensively holds his hands up, apprehensively moving them towards you before pulling them back. He does this for a long few seconds before finally making up his mind to just toss his arms around you.

“There, there, Y/N-san…” He’s still stiff, his voice tight, but his body, warm. Comforting Bokuto is so much easier, he thinks to himself. Don’t get it wrong - he has all your weakness memorized as well. But while he knew what type of comfort you desired, he really questioned if he was capable of providing it.

When you give in, you wrap yourself around him, crying into his chest as you squeeze him tight. As you relax into the hold, you can feel Akaashi sigh out in relief, his arms loosening up as he rubs your back, his fingers dancing against the fabric of your hoodie.

“I know how it feels, Y/N. I know. I felt that way all throughout high school. But it was untrue. I realize that now. Bokuto told me all the time, too. You’re one of the smartest, most hard working, easiest to work with people I know. If people are mocking you and insulting you, it’s because you threaten them and they want to get rid of competition. Not because you’re actually unworthy. Don’t give them what they want.”

As you sniffle and let out another shaky breath, you pull away, your eyes shining with your tears as you stare up at Akaashi. He looks back at you, his hands still around your torso.

“Don’t doubt yourself because of others. Your bosses like you and that’s what’s most important.”

“You’re right, Keiji-kun.” It’d been a while since you’d said his first name like that.

“Come, now. Let’s take your mind off things. And don’t forget your drink.”

“Where are we going?” As Akaashi’s arms fall down to his side, you stand up, once again entering his space. But he didn’t seem to mind.

“Wherever you want. We can go do something fun. I think it’d be beneficial for both of us.”

~ Fun fact: Akaashi has your cafe order memorized, along with your favorite comfort foods.

Bokuto Koutarou: A Y/N who feels many intense emotions at once.

When it rains, it pours.

When you find out your ex was cheating on you, you feel like laughing at the rain pounding against your window that night, only an hour after you had learned the truth.

You hide yourself away in your bedroom, the door shut, blankets piled heavily on top of you. You’re doing whatever you can to calm your racing heart that’s burning with rage and other emotions buried underneath. The glow of the loading Netflix symbol illuminates your face in the dark of the room, and your stuffed cat is crushed in your suffocating hold right up against your chest. Distraction is your goal, but it’s not working. You can’t help but seethe.

The door cracks open, pausing your intense aura for a moment. You turn to see one Bokuto Koutarou with wet hair falling into his face, a thick fleece hoodie draping over his broad shoulders.

“Can I come in?” The glow of the outside hallway illuminates the outline of his broad build resting precariously against the doorframe.

“Yeah.” You don’t hear your voice crack till it’s out your throat.

“Are you crying?” He closes the door swiftly and gently behind him before sliding off his house shoes and slowly padding around to the other side of the bed, sitting down right next to you. You can feel the pressure of his body against your foot.

“No.” It’s true. You hadn’t been. But when you looked into your friend’s eyes, you felt the shoddy barrier you’d built around your heart crumble. Your throat stings as you feel tears prickle the corners of your eyes.

“Can I?” Bokuto murmurs. He’s placed his knee onto the bed, his hands planted in front of him as he awaits your approval.

When you nod in the midst of a whimper, he crawls onto your bed onto your other side, drawing your many blankets back as he makes himself comfortable next to you. When he opens his arms wide, you immediately go to fill the space between them.

“Oh, wait!” He pauses your advance to pull his hoodie off, shaking his head to re-adjust his black and silver curls. “Don’t want tear stains on this hoodie yet…” He sighs after removing it, revealing a fitted black tee. He then grabs you and yanks you onto his chest, wrapping his arms around your body, his hand smoothing over your hair.

You cry. You wail. You cling to Bokuto’s shirt as you press further against his chest, seeking some sort of relief for the burning sharp pain in your chest that seemed to be eating away at your lungs and heart.

“I’m here.” he sounds calm as he adjusts his arm around your back. You can feel his eyes zeroed in on the top of your head. “You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay,” he responds, with no reaction apparent in his voice. He just holds you instead, his strong fingers mindlessly rubbing circles into your back, his hold on you tight enough that you feel secure for the first time in a long long time. While you had only learned about your boyfriend’s infidelity a few hours prior, the cracks in your relationship had taken a toll on you for a while. You’d never acknowledged it out loud or even to yourself. You dwell on those feelings while five minutes elapse.

“... now I want to talk about it.”

“Okay!”

...There’s not much to say. Or at least, you didn’t really know how to. “I’m just so hurt, Kou. We’d been dating for a while and, we, we were so happy for so long, and he didn’t seem like a cheater.” You think about what you’re really trying to say. “I didn’t see this coming… I just, I thought I knew him.”

A few moments go by. “I guess you didn’t.” Ouch. You flinch, clinging onto his shirt tighter as you feel the pain resurge in your chest. Bo was never one to sugar coat, now that you thought about it. And you questioned why you’d decided to talk it out with him.

“But now that he’s shown his true colors, you know he doesn’t deserve to be with you, right?” He’s softer with the way he speaks now. “It’ll take a while to feel better, but you’ll heal and you’ll be better than ever. And then you can find a bigger and better boyfriend to take care of you. Upgrades!”

Now you remember why you came to him. When it came to moments like these, Bokuto was reliable. With the exception of games and his own ‘emo mode,’ he’s always been pretty resilient and optimistic when it came to the problems of his friends. You’ve found that consistency can really be grounding.

“Mm, I guess so…” you finally look up at Bokuto, whose chest you’ve just been buried in for the duration of this conversation. He looked back down at you and gave you a bright eyed, genuine smile. You really couldn’t help but smile back a bit. His hands press down onto your back, pulling you closer.

“I know you won’t believe me now. And that’s okay. But you’ll see what I mean very soon.”

While you marinate on his words, you nuzzle against his chest. Before you dated your boyfriend, you used to cuddle with Bokuto often. You obviously both stopped to respect boundaries once you entered your relationship, but the gentleness of the embrace worked to calm the sadness in your chest.

You didn’t realize it, but you hadn’t been spending time with Bokuto all that much anymore.

You missed him. Sighing out as your sadness wanes, you call out to him.

“Kou…”

“Yes!”

“I wanna pop his tires.” Now the anger and resent started to emerge. Not that you would actually do anything - but the sentiment was there.

“I don’t think you should do that.”

“I wanna beat him to a pulp.”

“Kuroo would do that for you.”

“I wanna get back at him.”

“Kenma does too.”

The thought of your friends from Nekoma being upset on your behalf made you feel a momentary relief, and you’re sure you’ll appreciate it a few days from now as well.

“You told them?”

“Yeah. Sorry, I guess I should have asked you for permission first. But I was… angry. And I want to know that we all agreed he’s shitty. We all agree it's him, not you.” You really needed to hear that. “So you don’t have to do any of that. He’s not worth any more of your time. What is it that you really want? Like, right now.” His big owl eyes glow as he searches your eyes for genuine answers.

You pause. “I want ice cream.”

He laughs his big resonant laugh. You feel it throughout your body, still pressed against his. “Akaashi is bringing some. He’ll be here soon.” Being with Akaashi and Bokuto was definitely what you needed right now and you’re thankful they’re aware of it.

“So till then, is there anything else you want?” Bokuto croons. You take a moment to look up at him again. His hair was still wet, wavy and falling into his face. His gold eyes shimmered in the dark, and his face was relaxed.

“Can you hold me tighter?” Tears start to form in your eyes again as a second wave of sadness comes over you.

“Mhm. I gotchu.” With that, Bokuto rewraps his arms around you, adjusting his hold. “Oh wait! Put this on first.” Bokuto sits you up and pulls the hoodie he removed earlier over your head. “You can keep it. There are no tear marks! And it's super warm. It’s one of my favorites.”

That’s why he didn’t want me to cry on it huh. He’s thoughtful in a pure way, as you’d come to learn.

“And bring Momo up here. We can squish him in cuddles, too.” And so you pull the hood of Bo’s black fleece hoodie over your head, you grab your stuffed cat Momo, and once again lay onto Bokuto’s chest under all your blankets together, finally watching some Netflix.

~ Fun fact: Bokuto wanted to nap so badly, but he refused to do so till you did.

AGGHHH lemme know what you think! I know Kenma's was short - this was my first time writing for him so I hope the characterization was right. Please let me know!

None of these (in this post) are based of my personal experiences.

Personally I like to interpret Bokuto's as one sided pining (for now) and Akaashi's and Kenma's as mutual pining, but I think they all should work platonically. The only stretch is Bokuto's if you think that cuddling cannot be platonic.

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Therapy helps rhett realize that all of those "I'm dead" UFC moves were actually just a way to fulfill his need for physical intimacy at a time in his life where he didn't feel it was acceptable to ask for it, especially from another man. Now that they're both adults and completely different people than they were in college, rhett decides it's time to explain it all to link and let him know that he actually misses that physical contact with him.

It took me a really long while, but I finally finished this one! I really loved that prompt, so thank you so much for giving it to me, lovely Anon. I was initially going to write it as a platonic/romantic friendship kinda story, but it seems I'm determined to write a hundred different first kiss + feelings realisation scenarios, I simply enjoy those way too much.

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Let me hold you

He’s done it again.

Not so long ago, Rhett promised himself not to bring it up in front of cameras or a microphone unless he talks it out with Link, privately.

Especially not as a joke.

And he’s failed already, he scolds himself short after the Ear Biscuits episode is recorded and they’re both out of the room, heading back towards their office.

He thinks he could have just omitted it, shouldn’t have mentioned anything. It simply wasn’t necessary to mull over it again, even with the topic of the episode revolving around their college experience. It wasn’t a big deal, he said it himself, countless times. Every time they talked about it on the show.

So, every time.

There’s never been a conversation in private about that incident or anything that preluded it, never in the absence of people to entertain, never not around at least one recording device. Because why would there be? It wasn’t a big deal. A funny story, s’all.

He’s also never been able to just let things go, though, and thanks to that inability, the lore of wrestling and the “I’m dead” move had to live on. It was an innocent story, a funny albeit embarrassing one – their unofficial brand after all, an easy misunderstanding and a fun little anecdote, not his carefully curated version of what happened, nor a watered-down one, not just a part of the entire story devoid of any feelings associated with it, not a big deal-! And most of all, not… true. Not true.

Rhett isn’t sure if Link has been consciously going along with that wordlessly agreed upon version of what their UFC phase looked like, repressing the truth behind it, or… simply never realised what it meant for Rhett and genuinely thought of it as a humorous yet insignificant part of their friendship in the past.

Most likely the third option, he has to assume. After all, why would Link attach any meaning to it? It’s not like anything actually ever happened, not outside of Rhett’s mind at least. Frankly, he himself went decades without understanding his own motivations, more than once confused by why the memories of wrestling with his friend and laying on top of him felt both shameful and deeply comforting. Why even long after they grew up, stopped being kids, and as a result retired all their UFC moves, the only way he could describe what he felt thinking about that time was longing.

Until therapy happened.

Just like with many different things in his life:

There was something in the darkness, and then therapy shone a light on it.

It was like there were countless situations he navigated solely on instinct, without paying much thought to the reasons behind why he acted a certain way, and once therapy equipped him with the ability to do so, he unearthed an entire deep layer of feelings and emotions that were always there. Just hidden, even from himself.

The wrestling being one of those things.

So, he thinks Link doesn’t know.

And he’s finally determined to change that.

Why now, when he’s had so many chances to talk to Link over the years ever since he started being more in touch with himself? He doesn’t really have an answer; it’s just that after talking about it with such levity again, after repeatedly making a joke out of it, it feels like he might explode if he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t confess to Link what it was really like. And most of all, it feels like the yearning has become stronger lately, and the conversation yet again playing it all off as them being young and silly only ignited it, made the flame inside of Rhett burn brighter, threatening to make his heart combust.

“I need to talk to you about something that’s been on my mind.” Rhett says easily once they’re in the office. It’s not an unsure statement or a nervous plea with words tumbling out of his mouth before he can lose his cool and change his mind. It would have been all that and more a couple of years ago, sure.

But he’s a different man now. He’s not afraid to tell the person who’s been with him for almost the entirety of his life what he feels.

Link, however. He does look unsure, a bit alarmed even, when he looks at Rhett and responds.

“Sure-? What is it? Do you wanna talk now?”

It’s just like him to worry. Run a hundred different scenarios in his head, most of them negative, trying to prepare himself for every possible outcome of a serious conversation before it even began. It’s an anxious survival instinct that makes Link resilient to even the worst that life has to offer and able to face it all head on. But right now, it’s nothing scary. Rhett doesn’t want his friend to be worried, so he quickly says as much.

“Don’t worry, s’not bad. Just something we talked about on the podcast today.” The blonde sits down on the couch and pats the cushion next to him, hoping he appears to be as calm as he truly feels inside and that it might dissolve some of Link’s concern, still written all over his face.

The other man takes his place on the sofa and looks at him expectingly.

“Right. So-“ Rhett’s calmness doesn’t completely evaporate once Link gives him his full attention, but it’s suddenly laced with some nerves. “About the wrestling. You know, in college. And before that. And- Especially about my ‘I’m dead’ move. I’ve been thinking about it, and-“

“Rhett, I swear, if you made me sit down for a talk only to tell me you’d like to make it a part of our conflict resolution again, then ha-ha. Very funny. I’d like to go get myself some coffee now.” Link cuts him off with an unamused look in his eyes and almost makes a move to stand up.

Rhett is quicker though and grabs the brunette’s arm before he can really move, effectively making him stay in place.

“What? No. That’s not what I’m saying. Like, at all. I-“ He realises he’s still holding onto Link’s arm and instinctively wants to retract his hand, but that same feeling that led him to initiating this conversation in the first place makes him reconsider. “I’ve been thinking about what it all meant and why I did that, especially when we fought or you were angry with me, and-“

“Because we were young.” Link quickly answers what wasn’t even a question. “We had too much energy and neither of us really wanted to hurt the other by punching him or- or fighting in earnest. What else would it mean.”

“Link can you let me talk? I’m trying to say something important.” Rhett squeezes Link’s forearm. “So, as I was saying. I mostly did it when you were angry or I was feeling unsure, and I didn’t realise it back then, but- But I know now, that I just… needed reassurance. You know, physical contact.” He explains, looking straight into Link’s eyes and trying to interpret his reaction before it comes.

When nothing happens, and the brunette just stares back at him with a furrowed brow, he feels compelled to continue and elaborate.

“Like when people… hug after an argument-?” His brain almost challenges him to make a different comparison, presenting a parallel between laying half-naked on top of your best friend and another activity people often partake in to make up after a fight. But that’s not- It’s not what he’s trying to say. It’s not like that.

The face in front of him frowns in confusion, blue eyes squinting and mouth opening and closing again, only letting out a puff of air and no sound at first.

When Link finally responds, his voice is unsure, like he suspects that he’s not understanding something right. “Are you trying to tell me you wanted to hug me when we bickered, so you pushed me to the floor and laid on me till I was even angrier, instead…?”

That’s not fully what Rhett meant, but it’s close enough, so he nods.

“What the crap, Rhett-? You're not making any sense.”

“Okay, listen…” He decides to go for a different approach. “We still don’t hug after arguments. We never hug hello. I think I could count on my fingers how many times we’ve actually hugged each other as adults, outside of the show!”

“Yeah! That’s just not what we do! We’ve never done those things, it’s just not a part of our relationship- I still don’t know what you wanna tell me here Rhett.” Link throws his hands in the air in a gesture of resignation.

“I want it to be a thing we do, okay?! I always did, but I was afraid to ask for it so I just took what you could give me without talking about it. Can’t have actual intimacy? Make up a UFC thing so I can be close to you! Can’t hold you when I’ve made you mad? Better lay on top of you till you give up and have no choice but stop!” Rhett pauses to finally take a breath.

“That time that guy saw us- I’m sure you remember I stormed off right after-? I panicked, it was like him seeing us and thinking there was something else happening almost made feel like it was something else, and since I started it, it also felt like I wanted it to be something else. I got so angry at myself for even trying and I never did it again. I’m sure you remember that, too!” Words flow out of Rhett in a hurried and increasingly loud cascade, while Link’s eyes grow bigger and comprehension dawns on his face.

“I know how stupid it sounds. But you know how I was. We were well into our thirties when I still refused to get close to you. And it’s not that I didn’t want to, it was the opposite – I wanted it a lot, man.”

„But I thought...?” Link seems to be turning a thought over in his head. “I thought you just never liked it. That the wrestling thing was about you… asserting dominance. That’s what it felt like at least. Like you trying to act like an older brother or somethin’.”

“No- It was me wanting to be close to you and not knowing how to ask for it. My very convoluted way of expressing love, you could call it. And I’m sorry it took me-“

“What changed-? I mean, what made you wanna talk about it?” There’s urgency in Link’s voice when he cuts Rhett off.

“I… I realised I miss it. I told you, we still don’t really hug or get intimate, however that sounds, and I’m not gonna just topple you and pin you to the ground again. We’re too old for that. For once, I don’t think either my back or your shoulders would survive if we started wrestling every time I wanted to be affectionate. But also- We’re over forty, Link. What does it say about me if I can’t just ask a person I love and have loved for almost four decades to hold me when I need it and would resort to, well, aggression-? That’s not how it should work.”

Link ponders Rhett’s words for a few beats before opening his mouth again, only to let three breathy words escape. “You love me-?”

It seems like the wrong thing to focus on, Rhett just opened up to say he not only craves physical intimacy now, but also struggled with that same need when they were younger so badly, he had to invent an entire intricate system allowing him to be closer, and Link questions the one thing he knows already. Because of course he knows, Rhett’s said as much dozens of times, of course he loves him. But it appears he has to say it anyway, judging from the weird look in Link’s eyes.

“I do, of course I lo-“ The blonde begins, yet he doesn’t get a chance to finish and ask whether Link heard the other part of his confession at all, because at once, his mouth isn’t free to keep talking and there’s no air left in his lungs as the man who was just sitting right next to him plunges forward and collides with him, lips first.

Oh. Rhett manages to form one more coherent thought despite being startled and entirely taken aback. Link misunderstood. That’s why he got hung up on the love confession. That’s not what Rhett meant, that’s not what he was trying to say, it’s not like that-

He feels like he should clear things up as quickly as possible. Logically, he should be panicking, racking his brain for a way to straighten things up, to explain to Link that it wasn’t what he was trying to say without making things worse, without ruining everything and making his best friend feel miserable and embarrassed, until…

Until Rhett realises his body went rogue and started responding without his conscious decision, his lips are moving against the other man’s, one of his hands is cupping Link’s face, while the other strayed away and is caressing his back. And it feels like his heart is trying to break out of the ribcage with how hard it’s pounding in his chest, along with his stomach doing wild summersaults. And he’s not panicking, not at all. And it’s not a misunderstanding, how could it, when he loves Link with his entire soul, with his whole being- And exactly like that, it hits him. Starting this conversation, he thought he already understood everything, but he didn’t– there was still that last puzzle piece missing.

They come up for air, panting from the intensity of that first kiss, foreheads flush with each other. Rhett finishes the sentence he began before Link’s move changed everything. “Of course I love you.” He means it now, he means it exactly like Link took it and can’t comprehend how he didn’t think of it before, but it’s perfectly obvious now.

So he hugs Link. He encircles the man’s body with his long arms, squeezes, and holds him, feels his friend snuggle into him, nuzzle his face into the crook of his neck and breathe deeply, holding Rhett's larger body in return.

All he needed was ask for the closeness.

He asked, and he got it.

He got all he wanted and so much more.

So, so much.

#rhink fic #anonymous prompt #my writing

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