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dollfacefantasy · 5 months

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Playing to Win

pairing: stepdad!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: your new stepdad isn't much older than you, yet he has the audacity to ask you to call him daddy?

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, dubcon, daddy kink, humiliation kink, spanking, praise/degradation

word count: 4.3k

a/n: i got a little silly hehe. this is technically my first commission. if you’re interested, check out my ko-fi. as always i appreciate the support, smoochies.

this is my first commission written for my beloved @nexysworld. without her, this would never have come about. she's a great writer and such a sweet person. you all should go check out her blog if you haven't already.

“You want me to call you what?” you ask incredulously as you stare down the man standing across from you.

“You heard me,” Leon says with no sense of teasing in his voice.

You laugh in his face, a cruel, unabashed laugh. You could not believe his audacity to ask you to call him daddy.

Technically, he was your new stepfather, but it was comical to you to even acknowledge him as such. He was right around your age, only a couple years difference, no way in hell were you going to call him daddy.

You had been open with your mother about your displeasure over Leon’s presence in your life. You called her a cradle robber and a cougar but to no avail. She continued her relationship with him; a young, bright eyed, rookie cop who always thought he knew best.

He wasn’t the problem so much. Sure, he was kind of annoying, but he was also pretty cute. He was funny, and if these were any other circumstances, you could see yourself and him getting along great, even being friends. Generally, he was nice to you, maybe a little over friendly if you were being honest. It always seemed like he knew something you didn’t, but you assumed that was just his nature.

“You’re funny, Leon,” you taunt, “Seriously, good joke.”

“It’s not a joke,” he corrects you and folds his arms over his chest, “Now that I’m taking a more serious role in your life, I expect you to show me some respect.”

“Oh, you do?” you laugh, “Leon-”

“Daddy,” he corrects.

You almost can’t speak, stunned to silence by the nerve of him. Was he doing this to annoy you? Was it supposed to be funny? Because there’s absolutely no way he could be serious about this.

“We are almost the same age. You realize this, yes?” you ask, enunciating the words slowly to get your point across, “I’m not calling you anything but your actual name. And maybe not even that cause you’re pissing me off, and I don’t wanna talk to you.”

“All this attitude, sweetheart, and for what?” he says as approaches you, “I’m not asking you to run a marathon for me. All I want is to be addressed properly.”

You scowl at the pet name. He brings a hand to your face, stroking your cheek with his knuckles before you swat it away.

“What is your problem, Leon?” you say angrily and shove him away, “Is this some fucked up fetish of yours? Like it’s not pathetic enough you’re fucking a divorced woman twice your age, right? You have to feel in control of me too to get it up?”

You laugh at him again when he responds with a glare. Rolling your eyes, you walk closer to him and get in his face.

“Aw, did I hurt daddy’s feelings?” you mock in the sweetest tone you could manage, giving him puppy dog eyes and putting emphasis on the title he was so obsessed with, “I’m so sorry daddy. Please don’t be mad at me.”

You’re about to laugh again before Leon spins you around so you quick the motion nearly gives you whiplash. Your back is flush against his chest, and even though you were teasing, your little performance clearly had some effect as you could feel his dick, now half hard, against your ass. It causes a small flash of heat in your belly that you try to pretend didn’t happen.

“Listen up, I’m not going to tell you again, baby. You do what I’m asking you, or we’re going to find another way to get it through your pretty little head,” he says.

His grip was firm. Despite his usual officer friendly persona, he could obviously be serious when he wanted to be. It didn’t shock you. You knew he was fit and could be intense. You’d caught him working out with his shirt off, sweat dripping down his muscular back while ‘Kim’ by Eminem blasted in his airpods. You tried to deny it, but it had left you feeling a little hot under the collar for the next few days.

You squirm in his hold, but he keeps your wrists pinned to your lower back. “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, send me to my room? Ground me?” you say as you try to wriggle away.

“Oh no, we’re past that. You want to be a brat, I’ll handle you like one. I’ll put you over my knee and smack that cute ass until it’s raw, and you understand who’s in charge around here,” he says.

“You’re gonna spank me?” you shriek. You thrash harder in absolute shock. “No way! Are you fucking crazy? My mother will kick your ass.”

“Your mother isn’t here, babe. I’ll do whatever the hell I want,” he says. His fingers only tighten on you, digging into your flesh. An arm loops around your waist and starts pulling you over to the sofa. “Maybe she’ll be grateful that someone’s finally trying to teach you some manners.”

Even though you knew he was in shape, he was much stronger than you thought. He sits down on the sofa and folds you across his lap with no real effort. You’re secure there too, unable to get to your feet or away from him. You still try though, flailing your limbs about and bucking your hips.

“There, there. Let’s calm down, honey,” he coos, now clearly taunting you. He rubs the swell of your ass over the tight dress you were wearing. “Just tell Daddy you’re sorry, baby. I’m not a bad guy. I’m willing to hear you out.”

You don’t even respond. You pound your fists against his leg while kicking your feet.

“Poor baby. There’s no reason to throw a tantrum,” he says in the most condescending voice you’d ever heard. He gives you a light warning tap on the ass. “Just tell me what I want to hear, and Daddy will make it all better, give you all the kisses you need until you’re back to being a good girl.”

He was driving you fucking wild. Your body was taut with anger while your mind ran wild with frustration, not only at him, but at yourself. You could feel your panties getting sticky with arousal as he spoke down to you.

“Shut up, Leon!” you say and continue struggling.

His hand comes down again, cracking a little harder against the supple flesh of your ass. You suck a sharp breath in. It didn’t hurt yet, but it stung. Anymore force behind the swing of his palm and you knew he could fulfill his threats of marking up your ass.

“You wanna try that again, princess?” he says, “I’ll give you one more chance.”

“No! I’m not calling you Daddy you sick fucker! I-”

A loud slap echoes through the room. That was the smack you were scared of. So hard you could feel the burn beneath your skin. There was absolutely no doubt about his strength now. He lands another two, one on each cheek, drawing whimpers from your throat.

“Watch your mouth,” he says, “I’m sick of the whining and the back talk. I’ve given you more than enough chances to fix your behavior. I’m done playing nice with you.”

In a quick motion, he yanks your skirt up to bunch it at the small of your back. You squeal out “Leon!” but it makes no difference. Again, you attempt to wriggle away. All it does though is give him a view of your ass wiggling around in those cute panties you wore. The ones he had seen peeking over the waist of your jeans.

He lays more lashes to your skin in rapid succession. You wriggle slightly and involuntarily whine. Your ‘stepfather’ felt no guilt though. Partially because it was all part of the plan, partially because he could see the light purple fabric between your thighs darkening with arousal. Plus, the pathetic noises spilling from your mouth only made him want to work harder, rip more sweet cries from you. He continues cracking his solid hand against your bottom, sending ripples through the soft flesh. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, your eyes start to water, and your bottom lip juts out into a quivering pout.

“Oh, look at that sweet face,” he coos, taking a break from spanking you to stroke your cheek, “I know it hurts, baby. But it can all stop once you decide to stop being a stubborn little brat.”

He punctuates his statement with another swat. Your body jolts forward at the contact, head falling forward to hang in shame. You hate yourself for playing into it, but you can’t stop the automatic response that exits you in a humiliating whimper.

“I’m not a brat.”

“Oh you’re not? Could’ve fooled me,” he responds. He cracks his hand against your cheeks a few more times before giving you a break and rubbing the sore skin.

“I’m not. You’re just… you’re just mean.”

The words tumble from you in a pitiful cry, physically hurting you to say something so pathetic. To show such weakness when he was being such a prick. You shut your eyes, and a warm tear falls down your face. That only made you feel worse, making you want to cry more. A vicious cycle you couldn’t break out of when all your mind could think of was your stinging flesh and his patronizing voice.

“I’m being mean to you? Aw baby, after all the things you said, you think I’m the mean one?” he mocks.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimper out without really thinking about it.

“I don’t need you to be sorry, sweetheart. You know what I want,” he says.

What’s supposed to be a groan comes out as a frustrated whine. You shake your head weakly and open your eyes again. His fingers slip beneath your chin to lift your face to look at him.

“Just say it. Say it and it will all be over. We can get on to helping you feel better,” he says.

The pain radiating from your ass, now glowing red, was almost enough to make you give in on the spot. But you could hear it in his voice. He was so fucking smug, having so much fun watching you cry and shift around in discomfort. You couldn’t just let him win.

So you shake your head defiantly, sniffling as your watery eyes connect with his in a stare. You immediately regret your decision because the amused glint that forms his eyes lets you know that he enjoys the resistance more than your submission. The corners of his lips tick upwards into a slight smile. Now it’s his turn to shake his head and mockingly tut at you before swinging his forearm and blasting your sore flesh with the heel of his palm.

You cry out, the noise strangled with despair. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip to restrain the louder sobs that were bubbling in your throat.

“Just give in, sweetheart. There’s no need to act tough for me. Do what I know you want to, and say the word,” he orders, his words coming out low and slow.

You know you should, but god, you don’t want to. It’s like your most basic instincts don’t want you to either. You have to think through it, force your tongue to conjure the word and expel it from your lips.

“I’m sorry… Daddy,” you whimper. A couple more tears leak from your eyes. The humiliation that mounts in your chest is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. But as the heat rises to your cheeks and clouds your mind, making you feel dizzy, you feel a deeper sense of heat spreading out in your lower belly. And it only gets worse when he starts in on you again.

“Oh, that’s my girl. Such a good girl when you want to be. I knew you could do it,” he coos, “Say it again for me, baby. Least you can do after being so cruel.”

At this point, you figure you’d already said it once, so what’s one more time. You say it again if for no other reason than to stop his harsh blows from raining down on your sensitive skin.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” you cry.

“That’s right. I know you are, honey. I know you don’t mean that stuff. You just wanted some attention, right? Wanted some time with Daddy all to yourself,” he says as his hand comes up and starts stroking your hair.

You weakly shake your head. You weren’t acting up because of that. He was being an asshole. That’s why you were acting up. Or were you even acting up? Your reaction was justified, wasn’t it? All the attention on you mixed with the shame boiling in your head makes it hard to think through this stuff.

“Oh, are you shy? Don’t wanna tell the truth?” he coos with a cruel chuckle. One of his hands rubs your aching ass while the other trails up and down your thigh soothingly. The latter hand slowly creeps to the junction of your legs. “I know that’s what it is, doll. I can feel it.”

As he says that, you feel fingers petting the damp fabric that conceals your cunt. You take a sharp breath to which his chuckle grows into a short laugh. He presses his fingers against the cloth, and you can tell immediately that even his movements are done in a way to mess with you. His digits drag against your panties, not giving you the pressure you need on your clit. You squirm awkwardly in an effort to find a better angle and not feel the soaked garment cling to your folds.

“Feeling a little impatient?” he teases.

You nod, any remaining shreds of dignity you have slowly being peeled away. You just couldn’t resist. The potential pleasure that’s just out of reach. The heat of his thick cock against your hip. His voice, like soft velvet slipping over your mind.

“Well honey, show me you can ask nicely, and I’ll be happy to help you out. Won’t even make you wait, we can get right to what you really want,” he says. His tone sounds slightly more genuine here.

“Pretty please, Daddy,” you force out. Your eyes cast down in shame as if you’re studying the pattern of the living room carpet.

“Pretty please what, babydoll?” he says, the teasing returning for a moment.

“Pretty please… fuck me,” you squeak.

He smirks, his victory written all over his face.

“Woah, listen to the mouth on you,” he tuts, “Normally, I wouldn’t let that kind of language fly, sweetheart, but I think you’ve had enough punishment for one day.”

His hands squeeze your waist and flip you over on his lap. He wipes away your tears with his thumb and presses a kiss to your forehead, that stupid smug expression on his face the entire time.

The next move is guiding your body onto the couch. You whimper as your back meets the cool leather. He pays that no mind and instead lifts your hips and tugs your skirt and panties off in one motion. You notice in your peripheral that he takes a souvenir, shoving the light purple underwear in his pocket.

After giving your ass a firm squeeze, his hands drift up and pull your shirt off. His eyes fixate on your tits, his soft hands coming to cup them and flick his fingers over your nipples which were beginning to perk up.

“No bra? I guess I should’ve expected that from you,” he chuckles as he continues fondling your soft breasts. The touch relieves some of the building pressure, the weight in your chest just begging to be squeezed and massaged. He watches the pliable flesh move beneath his fingers before giving your nipples a quick pinch and moving to undress himself.

He doesn’t waste any time, his clothing pooled on the floor in mere moments. He gets on top of you. Large hands hook behind your knees, angling your hips upward. Your legs come to rest on his shoulders as he grabs his cock and swipes the tip through the slick that had collected between your thighs.

“So fucking wet, I didn’t even need to warm you up,” he grunts as he pushes the tip in.

You bite your lip, unable to stop the whine it brings out of you. He exhales with amusement, and his free hand goes to your face to rub your cheek. It was only the tip so far, but you couldn’t even deny how good it felt. And while he moves with a purpose, he draws out this first thrust as long as possible. He inches it in, going as slow as he can. The pleasure he gets just from watching you squirm with desperation is clear in the way he looks down at you.

“There we go. Just what you need. Daddy filling you up. Gonna make you a good girl from now on,” he coos and drags his thumb over your bottom lip.

Without even thinking, you open your mouth and flatten your tongue against the digit before wrapping your lips around it. You suck on it gently, softly moaning as your saliva coats his thumb.

At this point, it’s physically impossible for him to look more pleased with himself. Honestly, it seemed like he took more enjoyment from watching you slip farther into his grasp than he did from the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him.

Once he’s all the way in, completely buried in your warm, wet embrace, the hand that had been guiding his cock slides up. He gently thumbs your clit, grinning as your sweet mewls become the slightest bit louder.

He begins dragging himself in and out, savoring the feeling of your walls gripping him, sucking him in. It seems you only clamp down harder as he plays with your pretty little bundle of nerves. He keeps toying with it as his hips work back and forth.

Your eyes flutter, becoming half-lidded with the smooth stream of pleasure flowing through you. You whimper and whine while still sucking on his thumb. He started to repeatedly tease pulling it out before pushing it all the way in, nearly gagging you.

“So precious, aren’t you?” he whispers, leaning forward.

Your thighs are now pressed to your chest. His cock so deep it reaches places you didn’t even know about. He picks up the pace a bit, balls smacking against you with each move. To your dismay, he removes his thumb from your mouth, dragging it down and smearing spit down your chin. Your disappointment is only momentary as he’s quick to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

His soft lips move against your wet ones while he continues pumping deep. Your head swims with the pleasure he provides. Everything becomes a soft warm haze as he toys with your clit and stretches you out. The gentle kisses combine with the tender feeling of his warm skin sliding against yours.

“Gonna have to do this every time you get bratty, baby. Keep you dumb on my cock, exactly where you should be, making sure you don’t get outta line,” he grunts, eyes closing as a wave of pleasure hits him, “This all you needed, just some time with Daddy.”

You nod lazily, all hopes of keeping a resistant exterior up gone out the window. “More kisses, Daddy,” you mumble as you connect your lips in a messy kiss.

He chuckles at the lack of resistance left in you. He returns your nod and indulges you. His tongue slips into your mouth, meeting your own as you make out.

It’s all so good. You can’t get enough. Everything is him right now. It’s all for him. You know you’re getting close and so does he. He can feel the way your pussy rhythmically constricts around him. It’s working him closer too, but he can’t let it end yet. Not before he gets to the final step.

His movements become strategic. You’re teetering on the edge, getting enough pleasure to keep you whining and clutching at him, but not enough for that final push to heaven. Just one more stroke in the right wave, and you know you could get there.

While your head continues to fog up from his efforts, he pulls away from kissing you. He nestles his head in between yours and the couch cushion.

“You know, honey, now that we’re seeing eye to eye, I think I should let you in on something,” he whispers, hot breath fanning across your ear.

“Mmm, what?” you ask. You were only half paying attention, too caught up in the heat of the moment.

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while, sweet thing,” he rasps.

“Really?” you ask, unsure why he was bringing this up but choosing to go along with it in your dreamy state. He had been dating your mom for a while, so maybe he had this little infatuation for longer than you thought.

“Mhm, earlier than I think you know,” he says with a nip to your earlobe.

“That’s nice,” you murmur and nuzzle your face against his hair, breathing in his scent.

“Aren’t you curious when? When was the first time I saw your pretty face? The first time I wanted to slide into this tight pussy?” he murmurs.

“When?” you ask. You tried to feign interest, but fuck, you really just wanted to cum.

“I remember it, clear as day. It was at a party, you remember that guy from high school who had the 3D tv in his basement. It was at his house. You were down there, looking so fucking cute, talking to some douchebag. And I heard you talking to him. About Fortnite,” he says.

You just nod and moan. You honestly didn’t even remember that he went to your high school, but you didn’t really care at the moment. It still felt so good, him drilling in and out of you. You just couldn’t help but wonder why he thought now was the time to bring this up.

“You told that guy your gamer tag. But I realized I also remembered that name. I had played a match with you before. You beat me, stole my victory royale,” he says with a soft laugh.

“Umm… ok,” you reply, totally lost and not just because your mind was all cloudy from being railed into the couch.

“Tell me, honey: do you remember the name rookiepillz?” he asks.

“No?” you say. Was this really the time for this conversation? That was all you could think. But before you could voice your complaint his hand starts rubbing your clit again with even more pressure than before. All words in your throat tangle up into a string of whimpers.

“You should. I sent you a message after that game. Told you ‘I’m gonna fuck you and your mom sweaty,’” he says with a particularly hard thrust, “Well, look at us now.”

You listen, absolutely lost, until the dots start connecting. You turn your head to look at him, not believing this was real. You did remember that message. It made you and your friends giggle for the next hour, created an inside joke for the next few years.

“No way,” you say. You try to keep your voice even, but despite his insane words, his cock was still hitting just right, “Rookie- fuck! Rookiepillz?”

He puts in a couple of those strokes that hit just right, brushed all your sweet spots, filled you up the perfect amount. All the while his thumb rubs your clit in tiny, quick circles. You couldn’t hold on. A sharp cry leaves you as you gush around his cock. You grip the couch for support as your body rolls with the rush.

“Yes way, sweetheart. Rookiepillz,” he grunts.

When most of the high has finished and you’re starting to come down, you open your eyes and look up at him with disbelief. He’s grinning, so satisfied that he’s gotten the last laugh.

“Wha- you’re… you’re fucking insane… literally why would you remember that? And why would you take it so seriously? It’s Fortnite!” you moan, still feeling the aftershocks of your release.

“I play the long game, baby, and I play to win,” he moans as a strained expression washes over his face. He snaps his hips a few more times before slamming in all the way with one final thrust. “This is my ultimate victory royale.”

With that, he empties himself inside you, hot cum flooding your cunt. You whimper yet again. It still felt good even if you just found out his motivation behind all of this was borderline psychotic.

He pumps in and out a few more times before pulling out. His chest puffs with deep breaths on top of yours. Both of you lay together in silence for a few moments. What had just happened? You could barely even comprehend it. Instead of driving yourself as crazy as he is by dwelling on it, you shove him off of you. You get up and start putting on your clothes again.

“You’re fucking crazy,” you say.

He laughs and sits up on the couch. “Don’t act like you didn’t have fun, baby,” he says while stretching, “You were such a good girl for your daddy.”

Your eyes widen and cheeks burn with embarrassment at his teasing. God, why had you ever said that? Now that you weren’t all worked up, you just wanted to go back in time and kick your own ass for even thinking of giving in.

“Shut up,” you grumble.

He stands up, still laughing and clearly on top of the world with his “victory.” You smooth out your outfit as he starts putting his own clothing back on. He holds up his belt and cracks it teasingly.

“Watch your mouth, there’s still time before your mother gets home. That sweet ass might not have enough marks,” he taunts.

You shoot him a glare before storming out of the room.

“Oh come on, babe. If you’re not into that, maybe we could play some Fortnite?” he calls.

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s. black — how you get the girl [1/2]

*idea was given to me by @sunny-prongs !! <3

Pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

Summary: sirius has no idea how to get the girl this time.

Warnings: i actually suck at writing flirting, slightly ooc sirius?, i accidentally keep making all these gryffindor!readers so i apologize,

PART ONE, PART TWO (coming soon!)

you weren't quite sure someone had made you feel so many emotions at once the way sirius black did. even when he'd enter the room, the ínstense emotions you'd experience being in his general vicinity was absolutely mind-boggling. not that you'd ever admit it.

sirius black was the one boy at school that everyone wanted, even if they didn't admit it. he was funny, he was unbelievably handsome, and he was admittedly smarter than he gave himself credit for. and dear god, did he know it...

the boy didn't exactly lack confidence—matter of fact, he may have too much of it. but that didn't matter, because everyone believed that yes, he deserved that confidence in himself. he earned it. he could breathe in someone's direction and they're instantly melt—he was inconceivably charismatic and likeable. even the professors admitted it so.

yet, the only person who didn't seem to think so was you.

not because you desired to be different from everyone else—because, unfortunately, you found him handsome as well and you found yourself day dreaming what it would be like to be loved by him. but because you saw the way he treated the girls he had flings with. you saw the way he'd be so indifferent to their attachment and infatuation with him. more noticeably, you noticed the way he never bothered to keep a consistent relationship with any girl he managed to seduce—if that was even the right word for it.

you didn't want that. you had seen so much of it growing up. you couldn't bare it in a potential romantic partner. so, you didn't. you didn't allow him to see the way you found yourself glancing at him, you didn't allow him to see the way you'd quickly walk away when he did something gentlemanly like hold the door for you, and you certainly didn't let yourself react to his many compliments.

and unfortunately for you, though you didn't know it, you were the one person he wanted that he couldn't have. not for lack of trying, but because you wouldn't allow yourself.

he watched you from afar, mischievous grey eyes following your every move—in a curious, desirable way. nonetheless, you looked at him for a split second before turning to resume your conversation with daniel mckinnon, marlene's older brother.

"anyway, you should talk to her, i'm sure she'll understand," you told daniel. he chuckled and sighed.

"i suppose so, thanks y/n," daniel smiled. he went to say something else, but he glanced behind you and bid you a kind goodbye—all before walking off.

you were left confused, until you felt a presence by your ear, likely because of the loud music booming around you. it was difficult to hear in the common room which held a celebration for the gryffindor quidditch team.

"he's always been good at taking hints," a silky voice whispered in your ear. immediately recognizing it, you turned around and raised an eyebrow at the eldest black brother.

"yeah, he is—something you lack apparently," you replied, glaring at sirius challengingly.

sirius grinned. "oh come on, princess, you can't be that way with me. you look great, by the way, is that a new dress?"

you glanced down, smiling slightly at the fact that he noticed. then you came to your senses and rolled your eyes, "i bought it last week, thanks," you replied monotonously.

"of course, doll," he smiled. you rolled your eyes, but he never faltered. you supposed there was an admirable aspect to it.

you took a sip of your drink, before looking up at him. "what do you want, black?" you demanded.

sirius laughed. "what makes you think i want something? what if i just wanted to ask how you were doing?"

"but you don't," you corrected. "which raises the question, as per usual..."

"fine, how about you let me dance with you...and if things go well, let me take you on a date next weekend?" sirius suggested, brushing loose hair from your face behind your ear.

you had to admit to yourself, he made you incredibly nervous. he was suave and handsome, and just the perfect amount of flirty without being uncomfortable to be around. he had a thing with calling you pet names that normally you'd cringe at the mention of, but when he said it, they didn't sound so bad. and dear god, when he subtly touched you, you felt like melting into the ground. nonetheless, you knew this was just part of his strategy to sleep with you. you'd seen it with other girls he interacted it, perhaps not to the extent he did it with you, but he certainly did it. you had to keep reeling in your common sense.

"in your dreams, sirius," you scoffed. quickly, before the other part of you could take it back, you walked off and immersed yourself into the party.

sirius watched you walk away, smirking like he had actually gotten you to say yes.

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you waited patiently for your friend marlene mckinnon to return from quidditch practice before heading up to your shared dorm. normally, you preferred to be in your own room and on your own bed—but marlene hated being alone in the common room, as she was easily scared despite the tough facade she put on in front of dorcas.

a quick patter of footsteps rushed over to you, before they finally sat beside you. the boy, who you quickly and unfortunately recognized, kicked his feet up on the coffee table and put an arm on the couch, so that it was almost around you. you sat back and turned to him, narrowing your eyes at him. sirius grinned happily at you.

“you’re like a lovesick puppy, you know that?” you scoffed, crossing your arms. you knew it was all an act, but you could help the feeling of happiness it gave you knowing that he only really showed you this type of attention.

“only you bring out this side of me, did you know that?” he attempted, but you rolled your eyes and looked away momentarily. unfortunately for you, you turned to look at him again and your (e/c) eyes met his grey ones. and dear god, they were easy to get lost in.

“where’s your boy band? usually you four are attached at the hip,” you asked, genuinely curious despite your nonchalant tone. he smiled at you before replying, counting off the three in his fingers.

“remus is doing his prefect duties, james has quidditch practice, and peter is on a date,” he replied. “leaving me, all on my lonesome…with you, of course,” his smile brightened the room and it seemed like he knew it.

“surely you have something interesting to do,” you commented, liking the fact that you could at the very least have a conversation with him.

“none as interesting as you,” he grinned.

you chuckled. “okay, that was smooth, i’ll give you that one,”

“what’re you doing down here anyway?” sirius then asked, looking curiously at the book in your lap. you closed it, finding that perhaps a genuine conversation with him was worth having even despite the flirtations.

“waiting for marls, she hates coming into an empty common room,” you replied. “creeps her out,”

he smiled. “you’re a good friend, you know that?”

you turned to him curtly, smiling back at him—genuinely smiling back him. “thank you,” you replied.

your faces were inches away from each other, if even, and you couldn’t help but feel the slight tension. you wanted to pull away, you really really did. at the very least, he hadn’t tried anything.

he brought a tattooed hand to your face, pushing a hair behind your ear. he almost leaned in—or maybe you were imagining it. but then, common sense kicked you in the head and you cleared your throat.

quickly, you stood up and gathered your things. every nonsensical part of you wanted to stay and see where it would lead, and the other logical part of you knew better than to be so naïve. sirius was only interested because you had been so difficult to get, after he got with you—you’d just be another girl to him. you and any other girl at this school did not deserve that.

“yeah, i can’t do this,” you mumbled. without another word, you rushed up to your dorm. in your wake, you left a confused, mildly hurt sirius black on the couch. he could still smell your perfume and your bright smile was burned into the back of his brain like a prayer.

and for a moment, he thought what it would be like if he actually got to kiss you.

——

“i don’t understand,” marlene mumbled, stroking your head as you laid on her lap. you were feeling very dejected and upset after the whole sirius situation. “if you like him, and he more than obviously seems to like you, what’s stopping you?”

you sat up, situating yourself to look at marlene with a dejected look. “the principle, marls! you’ve seen how he treats every other girl here, these are nice girls who he would be lucky to have as his girlfriend! how do we know he won’t treat me the same? how do we know he actually likes me the way i like him?”

marlene sighed. “yeah, you have a point—i just hate seeing you so conflicted and upset, boys are so dumb,” she shook her head. you laughed, nodding in agreement.

“what if i talk to james?” marlene suggested. “if there’s anyone who knows him better than himself, it’s james,”

you groaned. “but then he’ll know i have a crush on sirius! and then he’ll tell sirius, and then sirius’ll know i have a crush on him!”

“true,” marlene huffed. “straight relationships are impossible,”

you laughed, shoving marlene. “shut up,”

——

“pads, maybe you should actually sit down and tell her how you feel,” james said offhandedly as he tinkered with a music box that lily gave him to fix. the two had only been dating for a few months, if that, and already it seemed like they have been together forever—in a good way, of course.

sirius, who had dramatically sprawled himself on the bed, lifted his head up to look at james. “what?! are you crazy?!” he exclaimed.

remus scoffed. “what’s so crazy about that? james did it and now he and lily are great together,” he closed his book, looking at sirius and waiting for his response.

“because…those are real feelings! i mean i’d have to explain everything to her, how i feel around her, everything and i just…no, it’s too gross,” sirius sighed. “of course i like her, i’m in love with her actually! but i can’t just tell her!”

peter and remus exchanged a look before peter quipped up, “so you’re afraid of rejection and vulnerability and commitment?”

sirius looked up and glared at him. “what? nuh uh!”

“yuh huh,” peter replied.

“nuh uh!”

“yuh huh!”

“nuh uh!”

“yuh huh!”

“face it pads, you have issues with commitment, rejection, and being emotionally vulnerable,” james shrugged, continuing to tinker with the music box.

“james and peter are right, that’s why you’ve never had a girlfriend—well, that and you’ve been in love with y/n since our second year,” remus added, raising an eyebrow at sirius.

“shut up,” sirius grumbled.

“you’re going to have to get over that if you want to be with her, marlene’s told me why she won’t go out with you—and frankly i don’t blame y/n,” james said.

sirius scrambled up from his bed, practically jumping onto james’ to sit in front of him. “they talk about me? what did y/n say? what did she exactly say?”

james shook his head. “you’re going to have to figure it out for yourself, i won’t betray marlene’s trust,”

“prongs, please! you’re my only hope!” sirius exclaimed.

“no, marlene told me in confidence,” james replied. “ask her yourself,”

sirius grumbled. “fine…”

“you are the most dramatic person i’ve ever met,” remus chuckled, “and mary once cried over breaking her nail, granted it had taken her a long time to grow out—“

sirius glared at remus, making the werewolf quickly shut his mouth.

#sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #the marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #harry potter #sirius black x reader #sirius orion black #sirius being sirius #sirius black x you #sirius x reader

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littlecrittereli · 3 months

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Random WK Headcanon dump

Here's a silly list of headcanons I have about team Wild Kratts, in no particular order other than what comes into my head first:

Heights:

Martin and Chris are based off their real heights and I filled everyone else in based off how they look standing next to each other. I exaggerated Aviva and Koki's height a little bit, just for some variety.

Koki is the tallest at 6' (182.9 cm)

Martin is 5'10 (177.8 cm)

Jimmy is 5'9 (175.3 cm)

Chris is 5'8 (172.7 cm)

and Aviva is the shortest at 5'3 (160 cm)

Reference:

Ages:

Martin is definitely the oldest at 25

Aviva is 24

Jimmy and Koki are both 23, Jimmy being a few months older

And Chris is runner up at 21

The reason for the small age gap is because Martin was ultimately the person that put together the Tortuga team when he graduated college, and he picked students that were also close to graduation at the time. Chris would have just been starting college, but would join them upon graduation because of his connection through Martin. Other freshmen at the time would not have qualified for the research grant.

Birthdays!!!

Martin: Dec 23rd (he's a capricorn)

Aviva: Nov 4th (She's a scorpio)

Jimmy: April 20th (He's a taurus)

Koki: August 27th (She's a virgo)

Chris: July 19th (He's a cancer)

Identities:

(Disclaimer this is referring to the fictional Wild Kratts animated characters ONLY. Not the actual people they are based on.)

Martin: he/him, bisexual. But his preference is women.

He's probably had a handful of girlfriends and a couple of boyfriends throughout high school and college, but unfortunately had too big of ambitions to settle down with anyone.

Aviva: she/her, bisexual. She doesn't have a preference.

She has probably been on like... 2 dates max. She has always been much more focused on her education and bettering her inventions than dating. Her only standard for a partnership is someone who can keep up with her intelligence. Or at least someone she can learn from and grow with.

Jimmy: he/him, straight.

He literally does not care, but he would probably kiss a man if the opportunity arose. Had a girlfriend in kindergarten and they spoke twice, but since she moved schools and they never officially broke up, he's still technically off the market.

Koki: she/they lesbian. SHE LIKES WOMEN

tried to date a man. regretted it. Has probably been in a couple semi-serious relationships, but didn't work out for various reasons. She's content to focus on her career for now but someday would love to be a mom.

Chris: he/they aroace

only proclaimed to have a crush on a girl in high school because everyone else was talking about crushes and he didn't want to feel left out. Doesn't really like to be touched in general. Would rather cut off his hand than be forced to hold someone else's in a non platonic way. When someone has a crush on him, he does not know how to respond so he literally just ignores them.

Silly Stuff:

-As a zoologist, Martin knows more about animal behaviors, classification, and identification. Meanwhile, Chris as a biologist knows more about the anatomy and general science of animals. For example, Martin would be able to explain the reasoning behind a firefly's glow while Chris would be able to explain the chemical reaction that makes the glow possible. And they are constantly sharing and learning from each other as well.

-Chris has glasses, he just doesn't really use them very often. They would get in the way of creature adventuring so he only wears them if he's reading or something. They aren't super crucial, it just helps with small words.

-Game nights are VERY serious on the Tortuga. Jimmy is suspiciously good at card/board games. He pretty much always wins. It's to the point where everyone else is on a team against him. Sometimes he lets them win and it has sent the entire team into a fight. Sorry has been banned in the Tortuga because of this.

-Koki's a huge theatre nerd. She participated in plays recreationally throughout high school, and will often hum or sing while she's doing a task.

-Martin plays the guitar and has a mediocre singing voice. It's nothing spectacular but he can carry a tune. Sometimes when the Tortuga is parked somewhere remote for the night, they will make a campfire and sing a few songs.

-Aviva has roller skates built into her shoes (SIDE NOTE: This is something we see very often in season 1 but they seemed to have forgotten about it??? or retconned it??? BUT I HATE IT BECAUSE THEY WERE SO COOL PLEASE BRING BACK THE ROLLER SKATES)

-Martin is a terrible driver. (The oldest sibling curse) He knows he's a terrible driver, but pretends he's not. Chris will usually try to take the driver's seat to prevent Martin from driving, but sometimes Martin beats him there. Will deflect any evidence of him being a bad driver. "That curb shouldn't have been there" Someone please revoke his license, he's a danger to society.

-Jimmy is definitely the best cook out of all of them. He makes food for the team most of the time, unless they are on a longer flight and he has to pilot. Koki and Chris are pretty competent chefs "Just read the recipe it's not that hard". Martin's basically limited to ramen noodles and microwave mac and cheese. Aviva, try as she might, can NOT cook. She will BURN water. (she always overcomplicates the recipes by trying to utilize an invention or something)

-Koki likes to crochet. She likes to keep her hands busy so whenever she's doing a rather boring task, like monitoring for bad weather/villains while the bros are out, she crochets.

-Jimmy gets insane jet lag, and since they are bouncing from different time zones all the time, he can never really catch up. Not to mention he has to stay up for irregular hours to fly the Tortuga. This is why he's always napping, and why the others usually leave him alone to sleep unless it's important.

#wild kratts #chris kratt #martin kratt #aviva corcovado #wild kratts koki #jimmy z #wild kratts headcanon #littlecrittereli #These are so random but they are just thoughts that have been stuck in my head for a while #also its just for fun and how I personally view their dynamic :)#found family Tortuga Team

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The Best Gift (Legolas x f!Reader)

Summary: Legolas wishes a "dear friend" a Joyous Begetting Day--but anonymously.

Dedication: For my dearest @quickslvxrr, who has been such a constant and patient supporter. I'm so sorry it took forever to grant such a simple fic request from you. I hope this brings you some joy during rather difficult times. <3

Word count: 1.3k

Rating: General Audience

Content: Fluff, comedy, romance, shy young Legolas, secret pining, brotherly banter, OC Son of Thranduil (Prince Gelir)

Warnings: None

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The Best Gift

Third Age 556 June 26th

The Woodland Realm

“What in Araw’s name are you doing?”

Legolas gave a muffled cry and stumbled back a couple of steps, but caught his balance before he could crash into the shrubbery outside the small kitchen window.

“Get down!” he hissed at his brother Gelir, grabbing the older ellon’s sleeve and yanking him down to the dirt beside him.

His heart racing like frightened deer’s, Legolas listened carefully for changes in the movement within her cottage, any sign that she might have overheard his dolt of a brother’s voice and sought to investigate. Mercifully, the melody of her sweet humming continued to float uninterrupted from the open window.

“Oh, are you the only one permitted to wish our dear friend a Joyous Begetting?” Gelir smirked and punched him on the shoulder. “If I too had a gift I wished to present to her for the occasion, would you pound me?”

“No!” Legolas blurted out quickly; too quickly. “Wait--have you brought a gift for her?”

“I have not, because I had assumed your answer to that question would be yes. And as little as I fear your wee hits, honeg, I do not particularly enjoy being on the receiving end of them.”

Gelir shoved the younger prince aside, leapt lightly to his feet, and crept over to peer above the windowsill. Legolas held his breath, despite knowing Gelir would never be seen or heard by any elf, man, or beast if he did not wish for them to. The worrisome issue was the great pleasure his brother seemed to derive from embarrassing him at every open opportunity--something one might assume a grown elf would grow weary of after two and half centuries, but it had yet to happen.

Thankfully, after an agonizing few seconds, Gelir dropped back down to their hiding spot. “I see you opted for the purple night lilies.” He cocked an eyebrow at Legolas. "I seem to recall Ammë setting certain conditions on the use of the rarest blooms from her garden."

"You recall correctly," said Legolas tersely. All four of his elder brothers were frustratingly knowledgeable of the details of his personal business--a result of the powerful bonds that linked them. But Gelir was easily bored, and the only one to actually stick his nose in for active meddling. "She did not set a time by which I am required to make myself known."

"And is Ammë also aware you have spent--on my guess--at least the last two hours sitting outside this unwitting maid’s window hoping that she would come to some sort of epiphany?”

Legolas thought about the smile that lit up her face so beautifully his entire chest ached, and the way it had stayed on her face the entire time he waited there, content to just observe the joy he had caused.

“I believe she knows. Or is close to discerning it.”

“You are right. She must realize eventually that a plant so rare and valuable could only come from a high lord or prince.” Gelir snapped his fingers. “Perhaps I should walk in there and take the credit and her fair heart to boot!”

Legolas jerked his head suddenly. “You wouldn’t!”

“You are right. I would not; that would be wrong.” Gelir leaned in closer, his expression suddenly stern. “But it is just as egregious to carry on as long as you have, making veiled overtures to this lady rather than mustering the courage to speak the truth of your feelings plainly to her face.”

“The pursuit of someone’s affections must be like hunting. When you hunt an animal, you go with the focused intent of finishing the job as quickly as possible. You do not toy with the creature to scare or confuse it and cause it needless pain.”

Gelir clamped a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder. “I may not know what it is like to lose my heart in this manner, little brother. But I know it is unfitting that I show greater respect to animals I stalk than you do to someone you profess to love.”

The sudden outpouring of wisdom from his wise-cracking brother rendered Legolas speechless. But something on his face must have quelled Gelir’s baser instincts to tease and mock him.

“Explain your struggle. Where does all your hesitation lie?”

“I…she…” His brother seemed so genuine this time in his desire to help, that the words broke through Legolas’s reluctance to expose his vulnerabilities. “What if she does not feel the same way I do? What if she will not have me?”

“She does and she will.”

“How do you know for certain?”

“Because I have two eyes and I use them,” Gelir said flatly, his patience already worn thin. “Unlike the both of you, evidently, who cannot gaze directly at each other's faces long enough to notice how nauseatingly smitten you are with one another.”

Legolas’s hands curled into tight fists. Against his better instincts, he wanted to believe it. What maiden could refuse a son of the Elvenking if he offered her his heart?

Well, she could, in all likelihood. For what was his title against true beauty and grace such as hers? Why should he be her first choice when she could have anyone in the entirety of Eryn Galen?

“Bah! Enough of this tragic nonsense.” Gelir’s hand around his arm easily tugged the dazed Legolas to his feet. “I will not let you waste any more time squatting here like a toad. And even toads have the sense to croak and announce their intentions.”

Gelir hooked his arm around his brother’s hunched shoulders and gave him a firm shake. ��Perhaps a few bottles from Ada’s cellars might rally those nerves, eh? Come. With any luck, you can make another go of it before the day’s end.”

As they trudged around the hedges to start the trek back up to the King’s palace, Legolas wrestled with the sense of failure at his retreat. Why could he not be more like his brothers, if not like their father? Afraid of nothing, brimming with confidence to speak their mind to anybody. What was stopping him?

Nobody. Nobody but himself.

Legolas froze in place so suddenly that Gelir nearly lost his balance. “What--?”

The younger prince turned to squarely face the pathwalk leading back to the cottage, glaring at the bright green door with the intensity of one about to leap across an impossible distance over a deadly chasm.

“Yessss. Go on!” He distantly heard Gelir hoot as he began his determined stride up the path.

But then he heard something else. Footsteps. A doorknob turning.

The color drained from Legolas’s face and his legs turned to lead. He twisted about to scurry away and out of sight, but a pair of powerful hands suddenly seized the back of his tunic, lifting him so that his boot soles left the ground.

A hard, rough toss pitched the helpless elf to the cottage just as the door swung open. He flailed his arms out to regain his balance and avoid face-planting on the stoop, but not quickly enough to avoid bumping against the maiden that had stepped out of her home.

“H-Hello.” He gulped down the panic that rose up his chest, as the nearness of her, such as he had never experienced before, enfolded him. Her scent, her warmth, her…touch? Legolas realized that she had raised her hands and planted them firmly against his chest, likely to help break his ungraceful fall.

“I… uh, I came to wish you… that is…I-I just wanted to say…” Valar, did Gelir’s shove knock his tongue loose from his mouth?!

“I wished so badly for it to be you!" she suddenly blurted out, and stuck forward her chin in her willful defiance of protocol.

“R-really?” Unexpected joy and relief burst out of Legolas’s chest like a flock of sparrows exploding from a bush.

The sweetest blush rosied her cheeks, but she still had not moved her hands from the front of his tunic, he noticed. “The flowers are the most beautiful present I have ever received, but knowing that what I had hoped for is true, that they came from you… that is really the best gift.”

“I do not believe there is anyone gladder about your begetting than I,” the elf prince avowed.

And as her whole face lit up brighter than Gil-Estel, as she slid her arm through his and guided him into the cottage, Legolas felt the nudge of a distinct sound inside his head: the chuckle of an older brother whom he had just given yet another anecdote to refer to the next time he wanted to crow over being “always right”.

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randomshyperson · 1 year

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The List - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda shouldn't be sneaking off to your bedroom during the farewell party, and she certainly shouldn't be reading a list of pros and cons about the women you care about. Inspired by ‘Friends’ but make it Ross’s list something actually thoughtful.

Warnings: (+16) Some implications but nothing explicit, very brief angst of relationship going wrong and other lovers, implied friends to lovers, some Yelena x Reader and Vision x Wanda ‘cause they made bad choices, drinking, feelings talks, making out, getting back together, attempt to poetry and a hella of self-insert stuff. | Words: 3.052k.

A/N-> The author should be working on the last two Skam series but is doing midnight one-shots instead (self-criticism). This is short and dramatic and I just wanted something about one of the most popular scenes in Friends. Hope you like it.

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A full tower meant Wanda would be locked in her room. Or at least, that's how it used to be.

Tonight, however, there is a 'Good Voyage' banner in the middle of the room filled with friends and guests, each with their own glass of drink, wanting to celebrate your last night as an Avenger. Technically, this party was also for Wanda. In official terms, she didn't leave the team, but she had a room booked at the Harkness Residence and no belongings in her old room. For the two of you, this was the last night in the tower.

This is why Wanda was wearing a party dress and wasn't locked away from the celebration as she would have been years ago when she was a new recruit and you would sneak out of appointments to keep her company.

She tried to avoid staring so much. Whether it was the lost smiles between you and Yelena, or the lingering hugs and complicit whispers. There was nothing official, yet Natasha had commented that you had been sleeping in Lena's apartment for many weeks and that you were probably the only number saved on her secure cell phone beside the older widow.

"Would you like me to get you something to drink, Wanda?" Vision's voice made her jump in fright softly. She stared at him, and for a moment couldn't say anything, still getting used to the synthesizer's new appearance. Sometimes she missed the red, it was less intimidating than the full white.

"N-no, Vis. Thank you." She manages to reply when he looks at her curiously towards the silence. Wanda risks diverting her attention to you again, catching the moment when Yelena entwines her arm with yours and rests her head on your shoulder. It is so domestic that she feels sick. How many times has she made the same action? Swallowing dryly, she lets the robot beside her know, "I need some air. "

She left him before he could say anything else; and missed the moment he exchanged a glance with Natasha across the room as if asking her oldest friend for some kind of assistance.

Wanda lied - It wasn't her intention, she thinks, but her feet made their way alone. She went up the elevator in silence, offering nothing but forced smiles to any stray guests she met in the hallways to your old bedroom.

The place was dark and full of boxes ready for the move. All your belongings would be shipped the next day to somewhere in Europe, where you and Yelena continued on the mission to free the rest of the Black Widows, the personal operation that had to be paused for a few months with all the problems the Mad Titan brought to earth. With the victory of the Avengers, who were outnumbered for some time, everything needed to undergo some kind of reform. No one ever wanted to be caught as unawares as when Thanos appeared, and everyone had work to do. Wanda, and her growing magical power, included.

She let her fingers trace through the closed boxes, a red sparkle doing the work of turning on the lights at the entrance. Her mind was haunted by memories of a friendship long forgotten, glimpses of movie nights under those covers, stolen touches at breakfasts, and promises sealed with kisses that would be forgone and impossible to keep when reality fell on your heads.

When Wanda thought of you, she felt a pang in her chest. Missing you hurt her physically, and even with only a few rooms between you now, she felt as if the distance she had placed was much greater. She knows she would start to cry if she kept thinking about it, but there was no avoiding it, not when there were still some of her belongings scattered on your study desk and some of these were polaroids taken by Peter Parker with his intention to keep memories of his adventures with the Avengers.

She traced the photographs of younger versions of herself smiling beside you, but at the current moment, her smile was much more whiny than happy. She took her attention away from the pictures to the computer that turned on as soon as it recognized movement, and let her fingers play with the keys for a second.

"Welcome." FRIDAY's sudden greeting made her eyes widen softly at the fright. "Little witch."

She bit the inside of her cheek at the nickname she hadn't heard in a while. She lifted her finger to touch the colorful stickers you pasted on the device but bumped into the screen and was surprised by the automatic unlock. Her shock at still being allowed to access your belongings had to be forgotten because the open file was much more relevant than overthinking about this.

There were two columns in one document. Her name and Yelena's, below each a list of items.

The witch swallowed dryly and turned her face to the door. A peek at something that contained her name couldn't hurt...

Wanda.

‘Complicated.

Complicated friendship.

Complicated everything.’

Frowning, the witch felt something in her stomach sinking. When she read Yelena's first item 'It happened as it was supposed to' she understood that it was a list of pros and cons and she immediately regretted starting to read this at all.

But there was no stopping herself now. She needed to know where this was going.

Wanda.

‘Just because she was my first love, she doesn't have to be my last.’

Sniffling slightly, she looked at the next item on Yelena's list.

‘I don't have to fall in love with her just because everyone else thinks it makes sense.’

Wanda froze. A mixture of conflicting feelings surged through her chest. She wanted to be only upset by how distressed you felt, but she couldn't help the thread of hope arising from hearing your doubts regarding your feelings for Yelena.

Clicking to advance to the next lines, she held her breath without realizing it. The formatting of the list changes, taking away the bullet points for paragraphs that pull and bring the air out of her lungs with each sentence.

“Wanda only wakes up after all the alarms have gone off, I can always watch her sleep because of this.

Yelena never sleeps, and I can never fully relax knowing she's awake and haunted by horrors I can't take away.

They're both shorter than me, and they look adorable when they ask for help picking up something high up. Yelena kicks my ankle if I get too cocky about it. Wanda slides her hand under my clothes and turns me into a complete mess at her mercy, taller or shorter, she’s the boss.”

She pauses in her reading, a smile playing on her lips. She remembers doing the latter so many times. The memories hit her hard, and she had to take a deep breath to push them away and focus on reading again.

“Wanda feels so much that she explodes.

Yelena sometimes thinks the Red Room just left an empty cocoon behind.

I think I'm in the middle.”

Wanda pauses, thinking she hears someone approaching. With her heart racing with guilt and fear of being caught, she checks the door, but it's just her mind playing tricks on her.

“Wanda invades frequently. Privacy is a problem, especially because of her telepathy. I can never keep secrets from her, much less emotions. She gets so close that sometimes it suffocates.”

The witch pauses the reading with tears in her eyes. Guilt and shame burn her chest, and she takes a deep breath. She wonders how old the list is, or if the version of her that you have of it in your head is just the young girl who tentatively stumbled over her own feelings and traumas and hurt you even though she had no intention of doing so.

She sniffles again and controls the threat of crying before reading the next item.

“Yelena goes so far away that sometimes I wonder if she was ever here at all.”

The witch needs to stop; She has for a moment, the realization that perhaps, you are better off alone. For the way she and Yelena, even if in different ways, hurt you.

And the next part of the list does not make her feel better about this. In cursive letters, and repeated for three more paragraphs, there's the name of the person responsible for putting an end to the fragile relationship that you and she used to have.

“Vision.

Vison.

She notices a machine but she cannot notice me.

She loves a piece of tin, but not the one who finds pairs of socks for her cold feet at night.

She loves the tin-man who signed the agreements that say she should be locked up, and not the person who would fight the whole world for her.”

Wanda sobs, and has to sit up in her chair to keep from falling to the floor. She cries for a moment, all the emotions that seem to have built up since the whole impasse with the Avengers two years ago hitting her all over again.

You've got it all wrong. If there was a way, she would have gone back and done everything differently. She would have told her stupid young self that you were hurting like her, and that you always noticed her like she pretended not to be doing.

That forcing yourself to invest in Vision was hurting you like it was hurting her.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda tries to stop crying to finish the list at once. It seems to be ending at least.

There is one note crossed out, and she needs to make a change and remove the underline to read it.

“Yelena never seems as happy with me as she is around Kate Bishop. She always diverts from the subject when I try to bring it up. It reminds me of Wanda when I would ask about him, and she would say they were just friends.

I wonder if I will ever be someone's first choice.”

Wanda shakes her head in indignation. You are her first choice. And her second and third. You are everything. You've always been too precious to risk losing. How can you not know this?

"People say that Yelena and I are very similar while Wanda is my opposite. Peter has been helping me try astrology and everything from Hogwarts houses to numerology.

I liked the phases of the moon where Yelena matches mine while Wanda is the part I am missing.

While Yelena mirrors me, Wanda completes me.

They say that the former is more important: That real, routine life is better with someone who resembles you. Yelena and I like the same pizza and the same movies. We never fight over silly things.

Every time I argue with Wanda I want to make her scream for another reason. She always looked so pretty moaning my name-”

The witch jumps to the next item, her face burning just like under her dress. She clears her throat quietly, fighting other memories that try to rise into her mind and which most likely would take away her ability to read anything.

‘I could write pages and pages of this, but this would be just me, running away from the truth. There is only one answer to your question, Captain Rogers.

Yelena can read me like a book, but Wanda is the only one who can edit the words.

I will meet a hundred people, and none of them will be like Wanda.

You told me that in order to make this decision, I needed to think about something simple. Who would I miss more if I had to lose in life, Wanda or Yelena? It was not so simple.

Because Wanda left me first and I had to get used to the pain day by day. But Yelena will never let me in enough to miss her. Not when she also knows that I'm always looking back, just like a little kid, waiting for the moment when Wanda Maximoff will have a spare piece of attention to trade with me.

I know I can survive missing her in my life because it is a feeling I am used to.

I just don't want to lose her again. I don't want to survive without her, I want to live with her.

I will tell her.

I will.

I-”

"Having fun, Maximoff?" The witch jumps out of her chair at your sudden arrival. It is a mixture of shock and embarrassment, she cringes like a child being caught and her face burns even more at your relaxed posture, waist resting on the doorstop and arms crossed. Her favorite smile on your face.

"I-I was just..."

"Snooping." You complete, but you don't sound the least bit angry, just provocative. You uncross your arms to reach for the cell phone in your jeans pocket. "Yeah, I got a notification of a small change in my drive. I guess I was right about the boundaries issues topic..."

Wanda steps forward, almost desperate. "I didn't mean to! I-I accidentally clicked on it, and when I saw my name, I couldn't help it-"

You chuckle, nodding in her direction as a sign that it was okay. "Relax, I'm just teasing you."

Wanda chuckles nervously, aware that you were getting too close. She holds her breath but you only lean toward the computer, humming in confirmation that it is indeed your list that she has spent the last few moments reading before turning your attention back to her.

"I'm really sorry." She murmurs embarrassedly, looking down at her own feet. Wanda really expects you to yell at her, to be angry at her for breaking your privacy and invading what is clearly a very personal vent. But you just stare back at her, and completely tear her apart as you take one of your hands to her hair, gentle fingers tracing the loose strands behind the nape of her neck to the front.

"I didn't get a chance to say that red really suits you."

"T-thanks." She risks a look into your eyes, and her heart explodes at the intensity she finds.

"Actually I didn't get a chance to say much at all." You continue, a small smile appearing on your lips. Wanda tries to focus on your next words and not on your hand playing with her hair. "You ran out of the party. I was planning to ask you to dance."

She swallows dryly, trying to calm her own nerves. She's tired of games; they've hurt you both enough.

"I don't understand your list." She retorts in an affected voice, her gaze in a mix of hope and fear. "You say...you say you're going to tell me, but you're leaving-"

"We both are." You retort as if you are reminding her. Without stopping smiling, you use your free hand to search for something in your coat pocket. "It turns out, Nat and Lena really do have a lot of time catching up to do. And well, I know you do magic portals now, but I still trust planes."

In your hand are first-class tickets to Central-Southeastern Europe. You let Wanda hold them, appraising the item in shock as you clarify:

"Agatha mentioned that you need to find out more about yourself, and I thought, there is no better place than where it all began. Unfortunately, Sokovia no longer has an airport, but we can stay around. And get a car..."

She looks at you with watery eyes. "And y-you want to come with me?"

You smile at her so tenderly that she would have burst into tears if she weren't already doing so. Your hands find her cheeks, gently wiping away her tears as you clarify:

"Isn't it clear yet, Wanda? I'll go wherever you want me."

Something mixed between a sob and a relieved laugh escapes her; You have a very similar expression, and as you wipe away her tears, you kiss her cheeks and the tip of her nose to reassure her.

Wanda sighs, closing her eyes for a moment.

"Detka, I'm so scared." She confesses in a whisper. "We've hurt each other before. I don't want to ever hurt you again."

You nod and wait for her to stare you in the eyes.

"There is no such thing as a perfect relationship, Wands." Your tone, while firm, is also tender. "And we're both complicated. But I want this, us because I'd rather work on our differences than start anything new with someone else. You're the only one I want."

She stares at you trying to absorb all the sincerity in her words. For a second, even with the list, she takes a chance:

"But Yelena?"

You give her a small smile, holding her hand in yours at the height of your heart. "She could tell even before me that there was no one but you. Lena will continue the mission with Natasha, as it should be. And I will stay with you if you choose me."

She laughs tearfully, nodding. "Of course, I choose you, idiot." She assures. "I love you." And Wanda repeats and repeats until you kiss her.

It seems ridiculous that Wanda has gone without it you when your lips meet again. The worst part is that she only realizes how much she has missed you once you touch her again. The needy sounds that escape her are almost desperate, full of passion, and tugging at your clothes, trying to bring you closer than is humanly possible.

You give her everything. Your mouth, your tongue, your hands. She is pressed against the table, kissing you as if she wants to make up for all the time wasted in a single night.

There is a ripping of clothes, her dress will end up in a pile on the floor. No hesitation: Wanda gives you the green light as she snaps your belt off. There’s a promise of a future together that she can’t wait to live in the way you worship every corner of her body that night.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines

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divine-donna · 1 year

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sapphire in the dark

these are some general aemond targaryens featuring romantic headcanons as well. (there is also a little bit of a possessive aemond here in this headcanons)

please keep in mind this is my own interpretation. these headcanons are just that. headcanons. if you don’t like them, just don’t read them and ignore this post.

aemond likes to eat with knives. he’ll use a fork to help cut his food but he uses the knife to pick up the pieces and eat it. alicent has tried to get him to stop because she is concerned he will cut himself. (he’s fine)

he’s really good at cutting fruit and peeling it. if there was a contest on who was the fastest and managed to keep the most meat on the fruit, he would win without question. he can even peel fruit without having to look down at his hands.

his favorite fruit is plums and oranges. he tends to eat more plums since oranges are imported and it can take them a while to get to king’s landing. he has fond memories eating plums, thanks to you and his mother.

is the kind of person to eat a lemon on its own. lemons can be quite sour and he just eats them like any other fruit. he much prefers them on their own. you are kind of baffled since sour fruits don’t agree with your taste buds or stomach.

will break open a crab or a lobster with his bare hands. and he prefers it this way, to break it open himself. something so satisfying about the way it breaks underneath the strength of his fingers.

again, not a surprise, but aemond is closest to helaena. his big sister, the one who never bullied him and made sure he was okay. they have a close relationship and he spends at least a few minutes with her every night to talk to her. it’s a good way to let some steam off in a nonviolent way.

he does wood carving in his spare time. it’s one of his only hobbies outside of training and studying. he’s made a variety of things, all of them impressive. and you get a lot of them from him so you can trace his progress over the years with your collection. he’s got an eye for detail and is quite the perfectionist when it comes to his projects.

that being said, aemond doesn’t like trusting the process. if it doesn’t turn out the way he wants it, he will discard the project. he gets frustrated when they don’t start out exactly perfect. but eventually, he goes back to the abandoned project.

when he’s nervous or irritated, he cracks his knuckles. even when they don’t actually crack. he also tends to dig his nails into his palm since he makes a fist quite often.

surprisingly, aemond is a fan of romance stories. it’s a guilty pleasure of his. he started when he was younger and trying to adapt to having one eye. helaena suggested him a story which you suggested to her as their local romance connoisseur. even after all these years when you find him reading these stories, he still gets flustered despite knowing that you kept his guilty pleasure a secret.

aemond will always let you be at his right side. there are few people that are allowed to be at his right side: you, helaena, and his mother. (criston is slowly working his way there)

aemond gives love through physical touch, surprisingly. he doesn’t appear to be someone who gives love through physical touch. but it could just be the smallest touch that proves to you how much he loves you. whether it’s his hand holding yours, cuddling, his hand at your back to guide you away from the conversation before you. he makes every excuse to touch you, even graze you.

aemond receives love through physical touch and words of affirmation. he loves it when you touch him and will savor every second of it. he almost never wants to leave you after a night of cuddling. he requires words of affirmation in a similar way like his sister. he doesn’t need it constantly but the smallest sentence reassures him that you love him.

he has a bit of an avoidant attachment style. a lot of his feelings were dismissed by his father as he grew older and it caused him to approach things with a more distant lens. he has grown to become more open about his emotions with you as the years go on and to become more optimistic. after all, you’ve already proven that you aren’t going to just leave him. there’s no need to keep a wall up anymore.

aemond has two kinds of kisses. the first is gentle but passionate. it’s a romantic kiss that is full of love and is accompanied by his hands cupping your face. they are quick and only last a few seconds.

the second kind is hungry. he puts a lot of pressure on your lips and it feels like he’s attempting to devour you. it’s very hot. very hot. he doesn’t pull away from you for a while and you are deprived of oxygen. this kiss is possessive and he also nips at your lips while attempting to devour you.

aemond loves marking you up. you’re a blank canvas for him to explore. so he goes out of his way to give you hickies. he finds pleasure in giving you hickies that are covered by clothes but can be visible at the right circumstance (like a sleeve being rolled up, the collar of a shirt peeling away from your skin). he also loves giving you hickies in places that are completely covered. there’s a real sense of pleasure knowing that he has marked you but others don’t know and cannot tell.

he loves your stretch marks, any scars on your body, spots of discoloration, birth marks, beauty marks. he just loves your body as it is. he tells you that it’s because your body tells him the story of your life. you may find yourself ugly but in his eyes, your body is perfect. he understands what it feels like to be insecure in something like a scar. and as your lover, he never wants you to feel that way.

there is such a thrill that runs in his veins when he kisses you in public. of course, the spot is discreet. you two are secret lovers after all whether it is behind pillars or in between the stacks of the library or behind the godswood.

sometimes the man appears in your room unexpected. when it’s dark. so when you close the door, all you see is the moonlight and the glint of his sapphire. not that you mind. you’ve grown to love seeing that familiar sapphiric glint.

it’s hard to say what you love about aemond exactly. because the truth is, you love everything about him. but you especially love his face. you love his nose and you love letting your finger trace his bridge. you love his scar and giving it a kiss as you both cuddle. you love his eye, the way it glints and the way his other eye looks at you with such softness. you love his lips and how they curl and have a perfect cupid’s bow. you love his jawline and peppering kisses on it. you love his face. you worship him.

“you believe i would betray my lover? when he finds you, he will kill you. and he will kill you two times over when he learns that you have laid your hands on me. he will travel to the ends of the world to make sure i am safe. he worships me and i worship him. and he will find me. and we will kiss as he feeds you to his dragon.”

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd x reader #hotd headcanons #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x reader #female reader #male reader #gender neutral reader #x reader

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How the Todorokis call each other (Part 1)

So since I researched for it for my fic here are a bit of the words the Todorokis use to call/talk about themselves and each other in the Japanese manga (occasionally comparing it with the English translation).

Note that I won’t report names that are too general (when one of the children talks of them as his father ('chichi' 父) or his mother ('haha' 母) or when they refers to their family ('kazoku' 家族) and that sometimes, in English, the characters seemed to call someone in a certain way but the same didn’t apply in Japanese.

In order to make things simple I’ll group the characters when a Japanese term is used multiple times, so as to explain what it means only once. In part 2, as well as ending with the list of ways they call each others, I’ll put a summary for each character, so that if you want to know what a specific character use, you can do it more quickly.

Just remember the Todorokis, being a family, tend to use casual speech to talk among them, so they use many words which would be rude if they were to use them with other people but which are perfectly okay between family members. Also in the Japanese family hierarchy, Enji is above his children and wife, Rei is above her children and, in regard to the children, older siblings are above younger siblings.

It's worrth to say I’m not Japanese. The explanations of Japanese terms come from me reading plenty of Japanese dictionaries and grammars but I might have done mistakes or missed something... or missed some way the Todorokis used to refer to each other (as there's actually plenty of quotes). Consider yourself warned and feel welcome to write me if you think I missed something.

HOW DO THEY SAY “I”

Ore (俺/おれ Lit. “Oneself”)

In normal situations all the Todoroki males use ‘ore’.

This term is the most casual form of self-address used by men, which establishes a sense of masculinity. It can be seen as rude, depending on the context, as it’s suitable for conversations among close friends or relatives but not in polite conversation. It emphasizes one’s own status when used with peers and with those who are younger or of lesser status. Among close friends or family, its use conveys familiarity rather than masculinity or superiority. It was used by both genders until the late Edo period and still is in some dialects.

It’s notable how Tōya used ‘ore’ even before Natsuo’s birth so when he was 4 or younger (Natsuo was born after he turned 4). Very likely, despite being so young, he was copying his father’s speech pattern.

Watashi (私/わたし Lit. “One own person”)

If the male Todorokis use ‘ore’, the female Todorokis use ‘watashi’.

Don’t mistake ‘watashi’ for a female only way to say “I”. Only in casual speech, it is typically only used by women because if used by men in casual context it may be perceived as either stiff or feminine however, in formal or polite contexts, this is gender neutral (for example All Might uses it, his catchphrase “I am here” in Japanese is ‘watashi ga kita’ 私が来た lit. “I have arrived”).

That’s also why in chap 306, when speaking with the press, Enji switches to ‘watashi’ so as to sound as polite/formal as possible (before switching to ‘ore’ again when he tells them to watch him) and, in the anime, they also had him use ‘watashi’ in episode 46 when he answered to the phone so as to convey he was being formal/polite.

Boku (僕/ぼく Lit. “Servant”)

Used by males of all ages and very often used by boys (for example Midoriya uses ‘boku’ hence the title ‘Boku no Hero Academia’… but All for One also uses it so it’s not just for boys), ‘boku’ is perceived as humble and therefore polite, but can also carry an undertone of feeling young when used by males of older age. In addition to this it’s also used when casually giving deference.

Why I included ‘boku’ in this list if I said all the Todoroki males use ‘ore’?

Well, we actually have some exceptions in which they used ‘boku’.

Differently from Tōya who used ‘ore’ from a very young age, Shōto as a child of 5, used ‘boku’, likely not having the wish to emulate his father’s speech pattern. Interesting enough we know however that Tōya, as an adult, used ‘boku’ when he made his whole speech to the nation which was transmitted during the final stage of the Paranormal Liberation War Arc as, during it, he changed his normally rude speech pattern for one much more polite and humble.

Lastly, although not really a Todoroki but still related to them in a fashion (he’s probably a cousin from Rei’s side since he’s also an Himura), Geten regularly uses ‘boku’.

Their own name

Normally used by small children it’s however also a very feminine and kind of childish way to refer to oneself.

Fuyumi, before Natsuo’s birth therefore when she was 3 or younger, used not ‘watashi’ but ‘Fuyumi’ to refer to herself.

Kono (この “This”) + their own name or personal pronoun

In chap 55 when Enji tells to Gran Torino he will be enough to beat the Nōmu, Enji uses ‘kono Endeavor’ (このエンデヴァー “This Endeavor”). In English this comes out odd and, considering what was said before, you might think it’s either childish or girlish but in this case, with the addition of ‘kono’ the sentence actually remarks the name in a “no one else but Endeavor can do it” way. In the same way in chap 154, when Enji uses this time ‘kono ore’ to tell Hawks if he really believed he was in troubles, it remarks ‘me’ although this time is in the opposite way as to imply “everyone else but him would be in troubles”.

FATHER (父) AND MOTHER (母)

There are various ways in Japanese to say “father” and “mother” that vary for levels of politeness.

Okā-san (お母さん/おかあさん “Mother”)

The addition of the initial ‘o’ (お) and the ‘–san’ (さん) at the end tell us this is a polite way to refer to her, although, since it’s the most common way to call your mother in Japan, even though technically it’s closer to “mother”, it’s perfectly fine to translate it as “mom”, which is currently the most common way to call your mother in English. Note that ‘okā-san’ can also be used to talk about someone else’s mother or for your mother-in-law. Rei is referred as such by all her children, regardless of their age, and even calls herself as such when talking with a young Tōya. Plus this is also how she calls her mother. In the English manga occasionally you also see her called as “mommy” but in Japanese she’s always called ‘okā-san’ only and not in a less formal way (kā-san, okā-chan, kā-chan, mama) and the choice to occasionally translate ‘okā-san’ as “mommy” is likely because the translator felt it would be more fitting for a young child to use it.

Kā-san (お母さん/おかあさん “Mother”)

Same as before but the lack of the initial ‘o’ makes it slightly less polite/formal. It's how Enji calls Rei when talking with Fuyumi.

Otō-san (お父さん/おとうさん “Father”)

This is the equivalent to ‘okā-san’ for fathers … but it’s not equally popular as ‘okā-san’ in the Todoroki house. Like ‘okā-san’, 'otō-san' would be closer to "father" but it's okay to translate it "dad" and the English translator occasionally decided to translate it as "daddy" when it was a small child using it. Notably, of all of Enji’s children, only Tōya and Fuyumi still use it, while Shōto, as a child of 5, used it but now doesn’t anymore. Also Rei called Enji as such when talking with a young Tōya.

Oyaji (親父/おやじ “Father” or “Old man” lit. “parent father”)

This is a rather nuanced word. Let’s say it’s a more colloquial-sounding way to say “father” which can also used to refer to middle-aged or elderly men. It’s not exactly rude (though some Japanese people consider it as such) but it’s definitely very informal, similar to saying “my old man” in English but (often) without an affection. Again, it's nuanced and depends on the contest. Within one’s own family, teenage and older children, especially males, tend to start using the term to address their fathers at home. In public though, older children will typically call their own fathers ‘otō-san’. Using such word in many cases gives a ‘rough guy’ vibe. Teenager Shōto uses it to talk with or about Enji, regardless he's at home or not, and he’s clearly doing it because he refuse to show him respect, opposite to how he still call Rei ‘Okā-san’ instead than the ‘oyaji’ equivalent, ‘ofukuro’ (お袋). This contrasts sharply with Tōya, who instead regularly uses ‘otō-san’ (though if he does so in a mocking way or as a call back to the past since the past never dies it’s up to speculation) and uses ‘oyaji’ only in a couple of circumstances (chap 301 and 390). In chap 301 he’s clearly trying to keep distance from him as he speaks to himself since he calls him ‘oyaji’ and ‘Todoroki Enji’ instead than his usual ‘otō-san’. In chap 390 he’s being deliberately as rude as possible as he tells him to die. More about it later. It's possible Natsuo would also use 'oyaji' to call Enji, though so far we only saw him either calling him by his Hero name or using 'anta' (あんた) to call him. More about it later.

BIG BROTHER (兄) AND BIG SISTER (姉)

Same as with “father” and “mother” there are various ways in Japanese to say “big brother” and “big sister” that vary for levels of politeness. Note that in theory in a Japanese family the children aren’t all equal but older siblings are hierarchically higher than younger siblings and younger siblings own them respect.

Nē-chan (姉ちゃん)/Nē-san (姉さん)/Onē-chan (お姉ちゃん)

‘Nē’ (姉) is the word used for “big sister”. It can be used alone or after the name of the person in question and the level of politeness changes according to the suffixes and prefixes used. ‘O’ (お “honorable”) gives an extra layer of politeness, '-san' (さん) is your standard polite suffix (when added to a name is generally translated as “Mr.”, “Mrs.”) while –chan (ちゃん) is generally affectionate and expresses closeness and endearment.

Natsuo calls Fuyumi ‘nē-chan’, which is clearly familiar and affectionate, but Shōto calls her ‘nē-san’, therefore sounding more polite and distant. This can reflect the fact that Natsuo grew up closer to Fuyumi and is also closer in age compared to Shōto but might also be a reflection of how they were raised. When Rei told Natsuo to protect his big sister in chap 388, she told him to protect his ‘onē-chan’ (the ‘o’ adds a tone of politeness, but likely Rei always uses it as a way for Rei to remind Natsuo to be polite with his older sister), therefore she might have encouraged him to use a more endearing and close term for his sister, something she might not have done with Shōto merely because he wasn’t allowed to interact with Fuyumi (and the rest of his siblings) when Rei was living with them. In chap 192 Fuyumi calls herself his ‘nē-san’ when talking with Shōto, likely because after Rei left she took up a mother role to him and Shōto might have ended up calling her as such in response. Enji also, when talking with Natsuo, used ‘nē-san’ to talk about Fuyumi and he might have done the same with Shōto so that he ended up doing the same.

Nī (兄)/Nī-chan (兄ちゃん)/Nī-san (兄さん)/Aniki (兄貴)

‘Nī’ (兄) is the word used for “big brother”. The level of politeness changes according to the suffixes and prefixes used, same as ‘Nē’. Now… Tōya is called just ‘Tōya Nī’ by all his siblings and Shōto calls Natsuo ‘Natsu Nī’ as well, no suffixes or prefixes attached. Using just ‘Nī’ it’s very informal and childish but it started likely due to Fuyumi and Tōya being very close in age (11 months of difference) and therefore being allowed to a lower level of formality. Since Shōto was kept apart from his siblings and this lead Rei to stay away from her other children to take care of him as well, Natsuo likely copied Fuyumi’s way to call Tōya and, eventually, Shōto ended up doing the same with both his older brothers despite not being close to them, probably merely because he mimicked the way they talked. Note that when talking to Shōto in chap 34, Enji referred to Tōya as his big brother, he called Tōya his ‘nī-san’. Tōya instead referred to himself as his ‘nī-chan’ twice when talking with Shōto, which could have been mocking but could have also been the way he used to refer to himself with his siblings as a kid. In chap 388 and in chap 244/350 Natsuo and Shōto, when arguing with Tōya drops the childish and familiar ‘nī’, which would be unfitting of the situation, and switch to ‘aniki’ (兄貴). ‘Aniki’ is still a way you can use to call your older brother (‘ani’ is another way to read the kanji for “big brother” (兄) and '-ki' (貴), when added after nouns related to people expresses love and respect) but it’s considered less formal than ‘onī-san’/‘nī-san’, yet not endearing or childish like ‘nī’/‘nī-chan’/‘onī-chan’ as it has a rough note (kind of like ‘oyaji’). It’s notable they don’t use just ‘aniki’ but add a pejorative. Natsuo goes for a ‘KUSO aniki’ (クソ兄貴 “shitty/damn big brother”) while Shōto, who is less close to his big brother, goes for a tamer ‘baka aniki’ (馬鹿兄貴 “stupid older brother”). More about this though, later on.

YOUNGER BROTHERS AND YOUNGER SISTERS

Normally they’re referred just by name, however in Fuyumi and Natsuo’s case they actually have the equivalent of ‘pet names’ of some sort.

Tōya calls Fuyumi ‘Fuyumi-chan’ (冬美ちゃん) and Natsuo ‘Natsu-kun’ (夏くん). As said before ‘-chan’ is generally affectionate and expresses closeness and endearment and, in case it’s attached to the name, is used from older person to younger person. You might want to translate it something like “little Fuyumi” or “dear Fuyumi”. As for Natsuo… ‘-kun’ (君/くん) is usually used for addressing males younger than the speaker. Boys in the same age group can call each other with ‘-kun’ (Midoriya, for example, adds ‘–kun’ to the surname of all his male classmates… while Shōto instead calls them simply by surname). Sometimes male office workers call their younger female colleagues with it. This is not rude but a sign of familiarity. You might want to translate it something like “young Natsu” but just "Natsu" would be fine as well. Interesting enough while Fuyumi calls Natsuo just ‘Natsu’, Rei also calls him ‘Natsu-kun’, Natsuo being the only one among her kids she doesn’t call just with his full name. Shōto is the only one of the younger Todoroki kids who didn't have a suffix attached when called by his older siblings. As said before, being called something different by just your name is not mandatory but it's possible in Shōto's case this is not happening due to him being kept away from them or due to Tōya having been the one who decided the 'pet names' for his younger siblings.

HUSBAND AND WIFE

Again, there are various ways for a husband to call his wife and vice versa.

In Enji’s case though he commonly refers to/calls his wife as just ‘Rei’ and calls her ‘tsuma’ (妻 “wife”) only once, when talking about her and his children in chap 248.

Another common Japanese way to refer to your husband/wife is by calling them "you" (the wife would use ‘anata’ (あなた), the husband would use 'omae' (おまえ)). This often gets translated as "dear" in English manga.

In Rei’s case she usually calls Enji ‘anata’ (あなた), although, for obvious reasons, in the English manga in this case it doesn't get translated as "dear". In Enji's case he occasionally uses 'omae' for her, but since 'Rei' is his default way to call her and 'omae' is his default "you" pronoun for all his family, very likely his 'omae' with her isn't more meaningful than an ordinary "you". More about "you" later on.

Interesting enough in some houses once children are born, the parents start calling each other ‘Otō-san’ and ‘Okā-san’ and when talking with a young Tōya about Enji, Rei called Enji ‘Otō-san’ while Enji, when talking with Fuyumi, calls Rei ‘Kā-san’ but here it was likely done because they were talking with their children about the other parent and not because they are used to call each other in such way.

Interesting enough Nao didn’t use ‘anata’ for her husband but ‘Kotarō-san’.

THE CHILDREN

Enji refers to all his children by first name, while Rei does the same for all her children except Natsuo whom she calls ‘Natsu-kun’.

Both parents, when wanting to talk about their children without saying their name call them either ‘ko’ (子) or ‘kodomo’ (子ども). Both mean child (and can be pluralized) but 'ko’ (子) is a more general term for a child, which is often used in a neutral or formal context (even when the child is actually an adult) while ‘kodomo’ (子ども) is a more specific and inclusive term commonly used to refer to children in a more affectionate or informal way or to emphasize the innocence and vulnerability of children, often used in educational or parenting contexts (and, in the manga, generally used to refer to the Todoroki kids when they were… well, kids). I know I said I wouldn't mention nouns that are too general but, in this case, I’m mentioning all this because, although Enji has no problems in referring to his children as 'ko’ (子) in chap 31, while talking with All Might, Enji referred to Shōto as ‘ko’ (仔) which sounds the same as “child” (子 'ko’) but the kanji he uses is not the usual one for “child” (子) but this one (仔) which means “offspring” and, normally, is used for “young animals/cubs” or “young plants/seedlings”. It’s possible Enji is using it because, when he does, Horikoshi wants us to get the idea Enji is basically talking of how Shōto was breed and raised for the purpose of defeating All Might, as if he were some sort of racehorse, the full sentence being the following:

‘Kore dake oboe toke. ARE ha… izure kisama wo mo koeru HERO ni suru. Sō surubeku… tsukutta ko da’ 「これだけ覚えとけ。アレは…いずれ貴様をも越えるヒーローにする。そうするべく………つくった仔だ」 “Just remember this. That one we’re talking about… I’ll make him a hero that will surpass you someday. In order to do that… I had/trained/created that child.”

THE GRANPARENTS

In chap 31, when talking about his grandparents Shōto called them ‘haha no shinzoku’ (母の親族 “mother’s relatives”).

'Haha' is the word you use with people outside your group to talk about your mother.

'Shinzoku' (親族) is, under Japanese law, a term that refers to people who we are related to by blood or marriage (you can translate it also as "clan") so yes, it might not necessarily means Rei's parents. It's worth to remember the Himura were an important family with a family head who might not have necessarily be Rei's father (it could have been her grandfather or even her father's male heir), though, due to Geten's story and the scene we saw in chap 301 that in the Himura family the "family head" (当主 ‘tōshu’) was Rei's father.

By the way, the Todorokis instead mention often the 'kazoku' (家族 "family") which is the family unit formed by a married couple and their children.

Shōto might refer in such a formal way to his grandparents either because he's not close to them or because he's talking with Midoriya.

In chap 302 when he refers to his grandparents Tōya called them ‘Obā-chan-tachi’ (おばあちゃん達 “grandma and the others”).

The ‘o’ (お “honorable”) in 'obā-chan' gives an extra layer of politeness while '–chan' (ちゃん) is generally affectionate and expresses closeness and endearment. By using '-chan' and singling out his grandmother (who unlikely was the family head) instead than his grandfather Tōya sounds close to her.

It's possible though his grandfather died when he was younger, hence he referred to his grandmother.

For more about the Himura you might want to read my post about the Himura family.

WHO WORKS FOR THE TODOROKIS

In chap 302 Enji says he’ll hire more ‘shiyōnin’ (使用人 “servant/employee”).

In chap 249 Natsuo calls the person who used to cook for them ‘otetsuta’ (お手伝 “helper/maid”).

Enji, in his role as Hero, has also an 'untenshu' (運転手 "driver"), Kurumada Untenmaru, but we don't know how Enji or the other Todorokis call him, just that Kurumada calls Enji 'Endeavor' (and 'No.1' in the OAV) and uses 'anta' (あんた) with him (more about 'anta' later on), while he calls 'jarinko' (ジャリンコ) Shōto, Midoriya and Bakugō.

'Jarinko' (ジャリンコ/じゃりんこ/じゃりん子/砂利子) is an old fashioned word used to call a "student who can't keep up in school" but it's also used to say just "brat".

In theory, more than to the Todoroki family, Kurumada is connected to the Hero world, but since, according to his profile, he knows Enji by a looong time (and is one year older than him) I thought to include him as well.

HEROES AND VILLAINS

In Enji, Tōya and Shōto’s case, in addition to their own name they also have their Hero/Villain monikers, 'Endeavor' (エンデヴァー), 'Dabi' (荼毘 "cremation") and 'Shōto' (ショート yes, same as his name but written in katakana instead than kanji)… plus Enji also is defined by his ranking (‘No.2’ first, ‘No.1’ after). In some circumstances the family uses such names instead than the usual way they call them.

Interesting enough though, when Shōto interns under Enji, Enji calls him with his Hero name (which is still 'Shōto' but written in katakana so you can’t really notice it in the anime but it’s visible in the manga) and of course he called Tōya 'Dabi' until he discovered he was his son. After that moment he always called him just Tōya and I couldn’t find an instance in which he called him ‘Dabi’ again.

In fact, even after waking up in the hospital, Enji wants to say Endeavor is dead since he can’t kill a ‘Tairyō satsujin-sha’ (大量殺人者 “mass murderer”) (aka Tōya) but what he voices is instead he can’t kill his ‘musuko’ (むすこ) which means “son” (息子) and, when he finally fights Tōya, he ends up seeing him as the kid he was... making him unable to make a distinction between Tōya and Dabi. Once he acknowledges that Dabi IS indeed Tōya, he won't be able to go back see him as Dabi or call him as such, differently from others of his family members.

We never see Rei calling Enji 'Endeavor' but we see her calling Tōya 'Dabi' once, when she tells her husband he must fight him (during the rest of the discussion she called him 'Tōya' or 'ano ko' (あの子 “that child”))... as calling him 'Dabi' probably helps her to distance herself from how she's asking Enji to fight their son (Chap 302).

Natsuo called his father 'Endeavor' in chap 249, during the dinner at which Midoriya and Bakugō were invited. This seems to remark his wish not to acknowledge Enji as his father but as a stranger.

Natsuo also refers to his brother as 'Dabi' in chap 302, but more as something that was created more than as his brother, as he's also likely trying to distance himself from the idea Tōya and Dabi are one and the same.

At the same time Shōto called his father 'Endeavor' during the Stain case when asking to other Heroes about him (chap 55) and during his internship (chap 249), in short when he needed to acknowledge him as a Hero.

As for Tōya, of course Shōto called him 'Dabi' before the reveal. After the reveal, in chap 349 Shōto, before fighting Tōya, starts calling his brother just ‘Tōya’ (without the ‘nī’ (兄) which is kind of rude) then decides to switch to ‘Dabi’, either to acknowledge him as a Villain or to keep emotional distance from him. We know also that in the flashback in chap 352 called 'Dabi' his family's sin.

Tōya isn’t really prone to call Enji 'Endeavor' and does so only in few notable situations:

- prior to becoming Dabi, solely when telling Enji to look at him before attacking Shōto as a child (chap 301);

- when facing Enji as Dabi after Enji’s fight with the Nōmu (chap 190);

- when denouncing Enji on tv (Chap 290);

- during the Paranormal Liberation War when he attacked him (chap 292)... although during the battle he alternated calling him 'Endeavor' and 'otō-san';

- when he repeated what Skeptic told him, that Endeavor was at Gunga... but what's meaningful here is that the reading for 'Endeavor' is given as 'otō-san' (chap 374).

This seems to imply Tōya uses 'Endeavor' solely when he's talking to/about/him in his role as a Hero.

On the other side Tōya never calls Shōto with his Hero name… even though, of course, since it matches with his normal name, no one can realize it.

Now... I said the family tries to distance the idea that Tōya IS Dabi by calling him Dabi... but credits when it's due, Tōya himself said that Tōya died and Dabi was born so he too is keeping the two identities parted in a way... albeith he has no problems to refer himself as 'Tōya' and be called as such, both by his family and by Himeko, who switches on calling him from 'Dabi-kun' to 'Tōya-kun', so more than identities, we should probably say he means the person he once was 'died', as he started aiming for different things and behaving differently.

Not quite Todorokis but still related to them, in chap 301 the Himura family head who’s likely Rei’s father, called Enji ‘Endeavor-sama’ (エンデヴァー様) and ‘Top Hero-Sama’ (トップヒーロー様) instead than using his civilian name.

'-sama' (様/さま) is much more formal and polite than just '-san', to the point it’s sometimes translated as “lord”/”lady”.

The fact that the Himura family head is using it underlines how high he thinks of Endeavor, for being such an important Hero.

Enji also gets called 'No.2' and then 'No. 1' after he rises to the position. Shōto in chap 31, calls him 'mannen No. 2 no HERO' (万年No.2のヒーロー "eternal No. 2 Hero"). Then after he becomes No.1 Natsuo refers to him as such in chap 192, Shōto does so in chap 247, and Tōya does so in chap 191 and 231. In chap 191 Tōya also called him ‘No. 1 hero-san’ (No.1ヒーローさん), when telling him goodbye and that they’ll have a chance to talk again... though the politeness here is probably an attempt at sarcasm.

In chap 290 Enji himself defined himself ‘kono kuni no Top Hero’ (この国のトップヒーロー “this country Top Hero”).

Also I’m placing it here, though I doubt Rei is referring to his Hero role but to how Shōto managed to positively react to all he went through (differently from the rest of the family so he's kind of like a role model to them)… still in chap 302 Rei says Shōto is the ‘Todoroki-ke no HERO’ (轟家のヒーロー “Todoroki’s family Hero”) but the reading given is ‘Uchi no HERO’ (ウチのヒーロー “our own family’s hero”).

YOU

Polite Japanese speech requires not the use of “you” but the use of a person’s name. However the Todorokis are a family, they talk to each other in an informal way and so they do use also “you” to talk with each other.

Anata (あなた,貴方, 貴男, 貴女 Lit. “precious toward”)

This is the only second person pronoun comparable to English “you”, yet still not used as often in this universal way by native speakers, as it can be considered having a condescending undertone, especially towards superiors. For expressing “you” in formal contexts, using the person’s name with an honorific is more typical (Hawks tends to use 'Endeavor-san' when talking with Enji and switches to 'anata' only when he doesn't want to repeat 'Endeavor-san'.... and while she uses just 'Endeavor' or 'Hawks', when she has to say "you" the Chairman of the Hero Public Safety Committee uses 'anata' as well). More commonly, ‘anata’ may be used when having no information about the addressed person; also often used as “you” in commercials, when not referring to a particular person. Furthermore, commonly used by women to address their husband or lover, in a way roughly equivalent to the English “dear”. Rei uses always ‘anata’ to talk with Enji but, of course, due to their (poor) relation, we never see it as being translated as “dear” in the English manga.

Omae (おまえ/お前/御前 Lit. “polite front”)

This is the “you” everyone in the Todoroki family uses. Of course it comes with a nuance. If used to talk with people outside the family it’s used by men with more frequency and expresses the speaker’s higher status or age, or a very casual relationship among peers. Often used with ‘ore’ it can be very rude if said to elders. Commonly used by men to address their wife or lover, paralleling the female use of ‘anata’. Of course, since the Todorokis are a family, they use it with each other and it’s not meant to be rude (and yes, occasionally Enji used it with Rei though it’s not as recurring as she uses ‘anata’ so it might not have the same nuance)… and since the male Todorokis are rough, tough males who use ‘ore’ they also use it with people that’s outside the family but in this case it’s actually kind of rude (notable how Geten for example uses it with Dabi during their fight).

Anta (あんた/アンタ)

Contraction of ‘anata’ is also generally not used as it’s considered too direct. Can express contempt, anger or familiarity towards a person. Sometimes it can be felt as more rude than ‘omae’ sometimes it’s the opposite. Generally seen as rude or uneducated when used in formal contexts. ‘Anta’ is often used among girls who want to act leading the guy a little bit forcely and scoldishly. There are a bunch of time in which ‘anta’ is used among the Todoroki family members and they’re all when a character is scolding another. We start with Fuyumi who, when scolding Natsuo in chap 187, calls him ‘anta’ (あんた), we continue with Natsuo who, when arguing/scolding Enji in chap 192 and 302 calls him ‘anta’ (あんた) and we finish with Shōto who, when arguing with Enji in chap 351 about who of them has to face Tōya calls him ‘anta’ (アンタ) to tell him he’s the only one who can face All for One. Yes, Shōto uses katakana which generally are used to underline the word, so it's possible it's done to remark how only Enji can do it but also to underline how Shōto, who's angry, is not using his usual ‘TemeE’ (てめエ) with his father but a tamer word. Interesting enough Tōya, or probably I should say in this case Dabi, uses ‘anta’ too, but not with his family member but with Ujiko in chap 350 both to refer just to him and to him and All for One ‘anta-ra’ (あんたら “you” (plural)). Dabi is an ‘omae’ guy who’s generally not polite but calls Ujiko ‘Ujiko-san’, so the fact for him he uses ‘anta’ and not ‘omae’ is probably meant to feel less rude that if he were to use ‘omae’. Another character connected to the Todoroki family who uses ‘anta’ is, as I've already said, Kurumada with Endeavor.

Temē/TemeE (てめえ/てめエ/手前 Lit. “the one in front of my hand”)

'Temē', a reduction of 'temae', is, according to some, the rudest way to say “you” even more rude than ‘Kisama’ (we’ll talk about it in a while) and it’s used when the speaker is very angry. It’s the sort of thing you might translate with “son of a b*tch” or some other insult along the line. Originally used for a humble first person, it’s an ateji, which means either the readings of the individual kanji do not match the reading of the word, or the meanings of the individual kanji do not match the meaning of the word. Shōto uses ‘temeE’ (てめエ) in chap 34 when arguing with Enji (which makes notable how he’ll only use ‘anta’ much later on when arguing with him in chap 351) and again uses ‘temeE’ (てめエ) in chap 292 when fighting with Tōya and Tōya also uses ‘temeE’ (てめエ) in chap 351 when fighting with Shōto (in their previous fight he used ‘omae’ with him). The fact that the last ‘e’ is written in katakana instead than hiragana is often done to put emphasis on it.

For completeness sake I’ll report two other ways to say ‘you’ which some of the Todorokis use but not, as far as we know, with their family members.

Kimi (君/きみ Lit. “lord” (archaic))

It’s the kanji also used to write '-kun'. Informal to subordinates; can also be affectionate; formerly very polite. Among peers typically used with ‘boku’ (僕) (so, as you can easily guess it’s Midoriya’s “you” when he’s not using someone’s name). Often seen as rude or assuming when used with superiors, elders or strangers. Enji uses it when talking with Midoriya at the sport festival and when he observes how Midoriya too was one of them because he should have suffered for his Quirk, showing him some degree of politeness… but he will eventually switch on using ‘omae’ for him during the Dark Hero arc, which likely his meant to imply they gotten more familiar, not that he's being disrespectful.

Kisama (貴様/きさま Lit. "precious lord")

Historically very formal, but has developed in an ironic sense to show the speaker’s extreme hostility/outrage towards the addressee. It’s basically so rude/aggressive it often gets translated into “bastard/you bastard”. Enji uses it when talking with All Might, sometimes outright saying ‘kisama’, sometimes the furigana say ‘All Might’ but the kanji below say ‘kisama’ just to drive home the way Enji is saying ‘All Might’ is all but polite and all this is very rude as All Might isn’t just ranked above him but he’s older than him and a Hero by longer time so he definitely deserves more respect. Enji also calls ‘kisama-ra’ (it’s a plural form of ‘kisama’) Midoriya and Bakugō when they intern under him. This is actually interesting. He starts with ‘omae-tachi’ (it’s a plural form of ‘omae’) when he says he’ll supervise them, then switches to ‘kisama-ra’ when he tells Bakugō and Midoriya to tell him about themselves, then he moves to ‘kimi’ when he says since Midoriya too suffered for his Quirk he’s one of them… to go back to ‘kisama’ when he address Bakugō only… to switch again to ‘omae-tachi’ when he’s addressing the three of them… to go back to ‘kisama-ra’ when he tells them they’ve to gain experience working under him and uses ‘kisama-ra’ again when he tells Bakugō and Shōto he’ll give them the same assignment and also uses it to tell the three of them won’t impact on his work. Long story short, very likely that ‘kisama’ is solely meant to remark how they’re working under him. He also uses ‘kisama’ when he begins interacting with Hawks (who instead, as said before, uses 'Endeavor–san' and when he has to use “you” with him goes for ‘anata’ despite Hawks being an ‘ore’ guy), only to switch to ‘omae’ later on.

CONTINUE IN THE NEXT PART!

#boku no hero academia #Todoroki Shouto #Todoroki Touya #Todoroki Enji #Todoroki Natsuo #Todoroki Fuyumi #Todoroki Rei

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nights-at-crystarium · 7 months

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Fragments - episodes 27-30 author notes

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

I make these notes as I work on an episode, however, people have been so attentive and observant with their comments that I started a tag fragments feedback where we dive even deeper into themes and interactions in the comic. These comments are a blessing, often pointing out things that my own brain doesn't register.

Obligatory ShB spoiler warning.

Episode 27 begins with a chat about the original weapons that are merely a stylish-looking convenience for them ic and for me ooc, so that I don't have to draw them lugging their weapons around.

Essentia's just a name for Vivi's spear, not like the whole concept. I introduced it around the beginning of the ShB arc. Alisaie's weapons have no name yet, there's a possibility to do something cute referring to twins.. I shall think of it :3c

Look at this child being all smug for having been able to help recreating something previously thought unique, and, um, flirting.. In her own way.....

Vivi be like, sigh, "ah, back on her bs already... Better indulge her while she's still in a nice mood".

Alisaie's left arm's stronger than both Vivi's. As a dragoon he doesn't only use magic to amplify his jumps, if it works on legs, why not extend it to arms as well? Not unlike what monks do, minus the actual physical training. Basically he cheats with magic in real fights. A casual friendly duel isn't worth expending aether, so he only relies on his actual strength :'>

He also can't do friendly duels because his Echo only telegraphs hostile attacks. A friend would stop before his blade cuts him, so Vivi's kinda blind, only relying on his own average skill. A legendary hero that's no fun to spar with if you're remotely competent.

..Which has no negative effect on Exarch's fanboyism.

Several people said they look forward to said sparring session, and I felt like I failed them because I had no plans to follow through with this. Then I thought some more.. Do we mean every little thing we say or think? Sometimes it's just distracted nonsense. If every action and word were hooks/setups for the story, it'd feel artificial. This's just my opinion, but some scenes have to have idle chatter and musings for realism.

Vivi and Alphi look like door-to-door salesmen, yet the Chais are buying multiples of whatever they sell.

This's a looooooongg post, under the cut we go~

A random thing that thematically belongs here, but didn't make it in the comic: Vivi ended up being more freaked out by Eulmore than Amh Araeng.

Feo "privacy breach" Ul :> They greet each other so casually that it's clear, this's far from being the first time.

One of my personal fav panels so far. People loved the "crystal mystel" so much but I can't take credit for that! My brain's full of soup that's a mix of everything canon and my own generous additions, but I THINK one of the pixies calls him that ingame, sometime post 5.0.

You probably didn't know that you needed more Exarch and Feo Ul interactions till now, I've got you covered. Their scenes will take time to trickle in, but they EXIST and go back as far as their first meeting.

Exactly what happened.

One more episode where Vivi doesn't utter a word, but it doesn't feel like that.

Tank!Exarch fanclub, +1 member. Vivi's pleasantly surprised by the sudden shift in Exarch's demeanor. He genuinely admires him here. "Lead me anywhere daddy".

Ready for a guild wars 1 (one!) joke? No? I'm making it anyway. Lyna casts gaze of contempt (effect: removes enchantments on target foe)

She's such a good daughter with great intuition. She feels uneasy about this way before Vivi feels anything at all. He just looks. Perceives. He has eyes, dammit! And Exarch has those stupid sexy sandals and shiny crystal arm and stylish flowy robes and he's generally kinda cool? It's official, it has begun: Vivi's attracted to Exarch here.

Zooming in super close to bring your attention to his thigh gap <w<

A closeup for the hell of it C: His eyes have a natural faint glow that's just there, it doesn't mean anything, like, genuinely.

Vivi tries to appease Lyna. He has no idea why she keeps glaring at him, probably still not trusting a stranger. He uses his charm as a casual manipulation. Unfortunately, Lyna falls for it. For now.

As per msq, Exarch's kneeling, not collapsing (although that would've been just as fitting tbh). While still not trusting him too much, Vivi slowly begins to respect a reputable ruler and a skilled fighter, and WHY IS HE KNEELING MY LORD GET UP?! Vivi hates being treated like some sort of a messiah. That pushes him further inside the box of being a mythical figure, and denies his humanity.

Normal colors and lighting!! For one episode....

The scene on the left isn't meant to feel cozy and inviting, while the right one is. Sickly, cold, washed out colors vs darker and warmer ones. I'm putting a lot of thought into this, just wanted to celebrate it a lil C:

Episodes 28-29 show Vivi and Exarch's ways of handling unexpected personal hostility. Vivi casually whips out a V and a silly grin, while Exarch.....

He tried, okay?!

A thing on their positioning in this scene that I didn't plan consciously, it just happened: Exarch's framed by the Crystarium, appearing more aligned with it, while the elf pile's surrounded by an idyllic natural frame. Something something about the greenery meaning life, and Exarch looking a bit out of place here.

This's our first, but not last encounter of an imagination theater :>

The dragons are goofy on purpose. Well, sort of. I can count on one hand the amount of times I drew non-humanoid creatures, and the tone here doesn't demand anything super serious from me. Also it makes sense in-character, Exarch probably never saw a dragon up close.

Take a good look at this lil shit. I indulged in illustrating his badass moment before pointing the "camera" away for a while. We're heading into the Il Mheg arc that lasts for months and has no cats ;w;

Vivi's iconic Protagonist Grin >:D

Also, Ryne. Just to keep your expectations grounded: while I personally like her, she has no relevance in this story, and very little screentime. I'm currently having Eden raid brainworms, might write a scene or two related to that, but we're talking many years into the future. Until then, she doesn't do much.

ShB cast's diverse and extremely fun to explore, but if I went on tangents the comic would literally never progress. Gotta be honest, I'm already terrified that some readers might drift away before reaching the wolgraha part of this wolgraha comic. I don't wanna rush OR dilute the main plot too much, if that makes sense. Also, just like in real life, you probably don't form perfect connections with every member of your social circle, some people grow closer than others. Vivi has next to no connection to Minfilia/Ryne, he also stays away from little girls after one of those ended up becoming his lifelong problem *snorts and points at Alisaie*

Desires, and feasting on them? A dungeon meshi nod? More likely than you think.

Feo Ul, sprawled out on his chest like that, visually resembles a burning heart.

Emet antithesis :3c

Imagine loving your pet so much that you let him do this. Feo Ul isn't moved by the physical act AND the joking accusation.

While seemingly slacking for a dozen episodes, Vivi formed bonds with Feo Ul and Ardbert, and thus secured the future of the two stars. Now he has friends that aren't his coworkers first and foremost, that he genuinely wants to fight for. This's what makes him tick as a hero: a quiet plea of a friend, not even asking him directly, a stark contrast to being dragged around and cried at for help. If Vivi's introduction to an entity (person/group of people) is "they suffer, they need help", he shrugs it off. Everyone suffers and needs help, he can't split into thousands of vivis to please them all.

He's only truly motivated to help, or empathizes with those who he gets to know through other means. Take Ardbert, his strange behavior on the Source, then reintroduction that's confusion and companionable snark, but not wailing for help. And Feo Ul, they hang out with him just because, they're safe.

He may not run off to fight the local Lightwarden this instant, but when he gets around to it, he's earnest for a change.

This's all I have for now, thanks for reading!!

#shb spoilers #ffxiv #ffxiv: fragments #fragment ii: new world old friend #fragments talk

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Do you think Jackie is autistic? She has alot of autistic traits and some are even accepted by the fandom. There's a tag for her on Ao3

this is a really interesting question for me. i'm sort of going to give my opinion in a round about way because its very bound up in who i am, so bare with me. i wouldn't feel equipped to answer this question if i didn't relate very heavily to jackie. part of my yj love started just from how seen i felt by jackie's character.

i was captain of a girls sports team, i was so stupidly lesbian, i had the on a boys sports team boyfriend who i didn't like at all, my home life wasn't like hers in many ways but my mother was also an addict and generally not nice lady lol, i tried my best to be as nice as i could to everyone, and surface level i was liked in a homecoming princess type way, but i had very few super close friends. i often got the "wow you're actually nice" or "i assumed you were a bitch" comments from people i'd never spoken to before and i had no idea why or how to prove that i was genuine. jackie gets accused of being "fake nice" to "manipulate people" a lot, but we really don't see her doing any manipulating or get any evidence that she doesn't mean the nice things she says and does.

i heavily relate to that and as i've gotten older i've realized that people often mistake the sense that something is off with fake kindness. i think there are a few reasons that jackie is treated the way she is, both by the other girls at the end of her life and by viewers, but it would take like...an extensive essay to get into the nuance of them lol, so i'll just stick with this:

i think being neurodivergent gets you the treatment that jackie gets a lot of the time. i'm EXTREMELY adhd, like really blow the assessment scores all the way up adhd lmao it impacts my life heavily, and i wasn't diagnosed until my twenties. i also score high on the autism screener and fit the criteria, but i have never/will never seek any formal diagnosis there just out of personal preference. all that to say, i relate heavily to jackie taylor, i think the girl is some kinda neurodivergent, and i think headcanoning characters as autistic makes total sense when the evidence tallies up lol.

the thing is, so many characters are lesbian-coded or adhd-coded or autisim-coded, because so many people don't know that they are those things. i knew i liked women from an early age, but i had the comphet of thinking i liked men also. so i didn't know i was a lesbian until i was 24. i didn't know i had adhd until i was 25. i didn't know i was (probably) autistic until 26. we don't have to know the words for the things we feel and do to embody them or to see them in others or to write them into characters. does that make sense?

anyway, if you think jackie taylor is autisic i love that and i can't say i disagree. that's my long-winded answer!

#jackie taylor #yellowjackets #asks answered

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Sanuso and old man sanuso is the same but different at the same time

Anxious attached slightly repressed man who's infatuated with his boyfriend and would do anything for them and their pretty chill boyfriend who enjoys their company and likes seeing them happy

Sanji has a small note book/cook book of foods that usopp likes. He could plan out a whole meal plan for the week but will unconsciously start making one of usopp's favorite dishes instead of what he originally planned out

Whenever he goes on a grocery run he will bring back flowers for usopp and maybe a hat and some tools and if course he bought those prawn crackers he loves so much and another hat

Sanji's nose bleeds have mellowed out but something about usopp's smile causes his face to go red his heart beats quickens and he forgets to word. He just short circuits when he makes him laugh or smile

They tend to sleep away from each other as a side sleeper and sanji on his back. But those rare moments when he turns on his other side and drapes his arm around sanji it's like heaven gave him a personal blessing

tho surprisingly sanji tends to get really shy when talking about intimacy. It may take a while to actually express what he wants or likes but usopp is reassuring and patient

During some difficult nights sanji does slightly regress back to when he was locked up. He is usually on the floor with something covering his face. Usopp doesn't ask or try to stop him he joins him on the floor and comforts him the best he can.

Yasopp is a mess he doesn't know what to do with him self when around zeff. He's still kinda shocked he said yes to dating.

He's nervous, really nervous like can't really hold hands due to sweat nervousness. This is his first relationship with a man an older man too and he feels clueless it's like he's a child going to his first co-ed party.

Zeff........ Zeff is just vibing with whatever. He's never had anything serious just a couple flings and situationships. He's in his 60s doesn't hurt to settle down a little or as settle as a pirate can be.

He enjoys watching yasopp stammer and stutter his words when he smiles or looks over to him. God forbid he wraps an arm around him or a surprise kiss they would have to resuscitate him

Yasopp during his adventures with his crew he always brings back stuff he would like. Like mits or a pan maybe some bread gel and some books he found out he's fond of fantasy novels. He buys all of it but instantly regrets it being too anxious to give it to him. So he has a pile of gifts in his room for zeff and has to psych himself to give it to him.

His son got him a journal, he told him it was a great outlet to express his feelings, whatever that means. The journal is full of sketches of his boyfriend [usopp and yasopp are both artists but usopp is better he has still life drawings of Sanji cooking yasopp is just quick sketches and contours]

Intimacy is intimate. So much so one of them, it's obviously yasopp. Ends up shedding a couple tears during and after.

He also has a bad habit of checking zeff's pulse at random times of the night.

Guess banchina still affects him he feels guilty. He loved her deeply but he couldn't love her the way she needed. He knew that and she knew that, they both knew for years it was just that elephant in the room and neither one of them wanted to address it. Maybe if he came to terms with it sooner she would have found someone else before she passed. Now she's gone and he's in a new relationship that's not fair though usopp assures him that she'd never had any regrets there's always those "what ifs" that haunt him.

They also went on a double date with usopp and sanji. The only people who actually enjoyed it were zeff and usopp. Sanji just glared at yasopp the whole time. Hes critical of everyone that dates his dad and he just doesn't want anyone to see his father in general. Three's a crowd he wants the father-son dynamic between them to stay the same and he fears that if he dates someone that's going to ruin their whole dynamic.

Yasopp just wanted to evaporate he never really officially came out to his son and he was terrified of the questions he had for him on top of the various other questions he's not ready to tackle. He just wants a decent relationship with his son and is terrified of messing up and losing what little family he has left

Usopp and zeff just enjoyed dinner talking about whatever was on their mind. They also gossiped about their partners when it became apparent that both of them were in their own little worlds and weren't paying attention to what they were saying.

I absolutely love when people send me Zeff/Yasopp and Sanuso stuff because seeing the differences and their reactions to their relationships is just great. They're so silly 😭

These are all so sweet,,, They're so intimate and careful with each other and I just adore how Sanji and Usopp are recently discovering what a real, long, romantic relationship is. And how Zeff and Yasopp already know about it and they've basically already lived their own experiences but are willing to have new ones with each other. It's so cute.

Also, that thing about Sanji regressing? Can we- Can we talk about that? Because I love the idea of Sanji doing it sometimes but nobody knows. And when he starts dating Usopp and it happens, the first time the sniper has no idea what he should do about it. But then he learns that staying close to him makes Sanji feel a little bit safer, even if he's just there, sitting quietly.

Like- I know this whole post is about both couples but that specifically rewired my brain and I love the concept.

#these ideas are all amazing tho i love these idiots #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso #red leg zeff #yasopp #one piece

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pearbunny · 11 months

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the bucket list ✘ [two]

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summary: Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but falling in love was.

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: angst, comfort, smut.

general warnings: tourist!mc, swearing/cursing, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, mentions of death in later chapters, eventual smut.

word count: ~4.2k

chapter content: monologue, mc in her own head, anxious thoughts/tendencies, caffeine dependency, tattoo gun & needle, tattoos, Wooyoung (from ateez) makes an appearance, some(one?)'s catching feelings?

What the fuck did I just get myself into?

You replayed the day’s events in your head.

About two days ago, you were back home on your bedroom floor, reading an old leather bound notebook, the pages and its writings faded from age. This wasn’t the first time you’ve read the notebook, but this time, when you turned the page onto the bucket list, you felt compelled to look at it differently. It wasn’t just a list.

Take more risks. Be (a little) reckless.

Could that really be classified as a bucket list item? Probably not, but it was on the list and for one reason or another, those words jumped out at you.

Just like that, you decided that this was the last day you’d read through the bucket list without the intention to do anything about it. Bucket lists were made to be completed, or at least mostly completed.

You looked through the list, found the most outrageous and reckless item. Travel to Korea.

Within ten minutes, you convinced your boss to give you some time off, you booked a flight, found your passport—valid still, thankfully—, and had started packing. Usually, you were a planner. Your calendar app on your phone was linked to your personal laptop and your desktop at work. In addition to that, you had a planner you kept in your bag with color coded markers and stickers for certain kinds of appointments. If you weren’t running on the adrenaline of doing something spontaneous, you would have planned out your outfits for the next two weeks, you would have booked reservations at fancy restaurants you wanted to try, you definitely would have booked a hotel.

Now, the adrenaline had worn off. You were staring at the ceiling, laying in a bed that wasn’t your own, in an apartment that belonged to a man you met barely 10 hours ago.

What were your plans for tomorrow? In what order did you plan on accomplishing the bucket list? It wouldn’t make sense to travel to the countryside of Korea to see stars, come back into the City for something like an art exhibit at a popular museum, and then go back to the countryside to see the ocean.

Also, there was the issue of money. It’s not like you could work somewhere, you were here on vacation, not a work Visa. And with the limited amount of money, you’d have to start researching some pretty inexpensive places to sleep at, especially if you wanted to use the money for traveling.

Or maybe you could take an overnight bus.

Let’s not forget about how not only did Jisung want to do this wild Bucket List with you, but you agreed to it. You knew nothing about him. This wasn’t the first time that the thought crossed your mind.

How old was he? You assumed he was younger than you, but how much younger? Oh god, were you staying with someone barely 18? 'No, Y/N', you started thinking to yourself, 'He’s old enough to live alone... Which actually doesn’t necessarily mean he’s 18. There’s emancipation… Does that exist in Korea? '

Wait, but what if he was older than you? What if he just looked young? What if he was secretly two times your age? What if he was an older business man that expected you to accept his business proposal to act as his fiancé so that he could continue to run his family’s compa—

This was insane. The whole thing was insane.

But you were so tired.

So so tired.

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Your eyes blinked open and it took a couple of moments for them to focus on the door to the left of the bed. You groaned as you sat up, stretching your arms above your head earning yourself a yawn. You stepped into Jisung’s guest slippers and shuffled your way to the bathroom. On the way, you noticed that Jisung’s door was slightly ajar, letting his music come through to the living room, it sounded like a pop rock song you had heard once or twice before.

Your thoughts of last night came back to you under the hot water of your shower, but unlike the night before, you had a good night’s rest. You were awake and hopefully, you could rationalize things better. Or at least not jump to conclusions.

You breathed in the hot steam, letting it open your lungs up.

You still had your phone, it’s not like you weren’t completely devoid of contact with the world back home. You had told your dad that you were going to Korea. Granted, you called him at the airport and granted he wasn’t too thrilled, once you had explained why you were going, that it was on the bucket list, he had understood. “Be safe,” he had said. “I’m only a call away. I’ll hop on the next plane to come get you,” and you knew he meant it.

You also did take a self-defense class if it ever came to that…

Despite all of that, something in your gut told you that Jisung was a genuine person. Sure he was a pretty smooth talker, but in between those suave comments, you could see he was thoughtful, sincere. There were moments when he seemed a little awkward and those small moments were what made you believe he was a good person.

After your shower, you peeked your head out of the bathroom door, checking to see if Jisung was still in his room. To your surprise, he was at the kitchen counter. You had forgotten a change of clothes and were just in a towel.

Jisung tossed a glance over his shoulder, hearing the bathroom door open. He looked back quickly at the coffee he was brewing. “Uh, I made you coffee.” You could see the tips of his ears slowly turn pink.

“I’ll be right out,” You quickly ran to the guest room, clutching the towel around you.

You dressed yourself in a pair of blue denim jeans and gray long sleeve shirt that hung loosely off one shoulder that you had tucked into your jeans. You came back out of your room, hair in a towel.

As soon as you opened the door, the strong aroma of coffee came to your nose. You breathed the smell in deeply and sat at the island, an almost dreamy expression on your face. “Thank you for this. I’ve got a bit of a caffeine dependency.” You brought the large mug towards you, surprised at how light in color was. “How’d you know?”

He laughed and rubbed at his nose with the knuckle of his index finger. “Kind of hard to miss when you happen to be only the second person I know in my life that doesn’t drink regular americano’s.”

You smiled sheepishly and brought the coffee to your lips. “Hmm, could be sweeter.” You joked and laughed at the deadpan expression on Jisung’s face.

“Any plans for today?” He asks you, checking his schedule on his phone. “I talked to my boss and was able to get a couple days off. I’ll probably have to work one shift since I made a deal with another coworker before I get the rest of the days off.”

“I was thinking of seeing what the most logistical way to do the bucket list was. I was thinking of doing everything I can in the city first, then for more nature-like goals, I can take an overnight bus to the country! That way, I would spend less money on hotels for this whole entire trip. Which, again, thank you for letting me stay here, it’s honestly helping out financially. But you really don’t have to come with me for the whole two weeks, especially if it interferes with work.”

He couldn’t help but crack a smile at your rambling, then took a sip of his americano. “Well seems like someone got some good rest in.”

“Yeah, I did… why?” You raised a brow at him. That smile of his seemed like he had something else to add on.

“Well,” he placed his cup back down and crossed an arm over his torso, biting on the tip of his thumb. He was holding back a chuckle. “I tried waking you up a couple of times.”

Your eyes widened, “A couple of times?”

Jisung nodded, looking at the clock on the wall behind you. “Y/N… It’s already 6:30 in the evening.”

“6:30?!” Your head whipped around to look at the clock, your towel falling off your head. You hopped out of your chair and speed-walked back to your room, careful not to spill your coffee on the way. “I only have two weeks here, Jisung!” You yelled at him from the floor in your room as you dug through your makeup bag.

He followed you up until the doorway, where he just stood and watched. You turned your attention to him from your reflection, “Jisung! Don’t just stand there; the book!” You pointed at the notebook on the desk.

Jisung scrambled through the doorway and grabbed the journal, sitting on the floor. “Um, what am I looking for?”

“It should be towards the end, it says ‘My Bucket List’, it’s in cursive.”

Jisung squinted his eyes, “You realize that even people who know English as their first language can barely read cursi— Found it!” He was carefully turning the pages. “This book looks pretty old.”

You shot him a glance in the middle of applying mascara on your lashes. You raised a playful brow and scoffed at him, “Are you calling me old?”

“What? No? No!” He stammered, clearly caught off guard by the accusation. “Of course not!”. He got on his knees and started to crawl towards you, pointing at an item on the bucket, “Well, you could have breakfast for dinner since you woke up so late.”

You rolled your eyes and smacked his arm lightheartedly.

“Okay, well then, what about Get a Tattoo?”

You finally finished with your makeup. You put your nearly dry hair up in a messy bun. You chugged the rest of your coffee, placed the mug on the floor and clapped your hands together. “Alright, let’s do this!”

The loud hum of vibrating needles sounded over the hip hop track playing from the shop’s speakers. You were sitting on a couch, waiting while Jisung was dealing with the shop’s receptionist and gathering all the paperwork. Your right knee started bouncing, anxiety creeping in.

He joined you back on the couch and placed a clipboard in your hands. “Okay, so… Name, date of birth, phone number, they said you could skip address, and terms and conditions yada yada, just check the box.”

You smiled weekly at him, grabbing the pen attached to the clipboard and filling it out to the best of your abilities. “Thanks.”

“Are you excited?” Jisung adjusts the gold rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, pushing them up by the bottom of the frames.

“Umm… I don’t know if that’s the word I would choose.” You started clicking the pen in your hands. Maybe the coffee wasn’t the best idea.

“Okay,” he placed a hand on top of yours, prying the pen away. He took the clipboard and placed it on the coffee table in front of you both. “You’re nervous, I can see that now.” He chuckled softly, his brows knitting together.

“Tattoos are permanent.”

Jisung nods at you slowly, “I mean… yes. They are. But you’re not planning to get a whole sleeve… right?”

You shook your head and if you weren’t so nervous, you would have laughed. Instead, you were too focused on the ache in your stomach, the clamminess of your palms. “No! Not that there’s anything wrong with sleeves, but that would be something I preferred to be more… thought out.”

A man came in, tall, strong square jaw, and a slit in his right brow. His hair was jet black, parted in the middle and styled so that some of his hair fell just past his eyebrows. “Hi, y/n?”

You stood up and took the clipboard with you in your hands. “Yes, that’s me.”

“This way ‘round back.” The man steps aside to let you through. His eyes hold your own for a beat longer than normal. It causes a blush to adorn your cheeks. Jisung was right behind you and offered a tight lipped smile at the other man.

“I’m Wooyoung. I’ll be tattooing you today.” He sits on a stool with wheels attached to the legs, allowing him to scoot around to what looked like his work desk. You took a seat on the padded tattoo table and handed Wooyoung the clipboard with your information on it while Jisung leaned on a wall opposite of you.

“So, what are we thinking of getting today? Matching tattoos for the both of you?” Woo young looks over the forms. “Oh, just you today? Nothing for your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you laugh softly, hiding it behind your hand.

“Oh?” Wooyoung raises a brow at you.

The tips of your ears reddened. You weren’t used to the attention.

Jisung clears his throat, “Have you decided on a design, y/n?”

You shook your head, “I still have no clue.”

Wooyoung looks you up and down, chewing on his bottom lip. “Okay, how big are we thinking?”

You held up your index finger and thumb, extending them out as far as you could go, “No bigger than this.”

Wooyoung nodded and grabbed a piece of tattoo transfer paper and sketched out the general size that you requested. “Any idea where you want it?”

You shook your head again. “No… not really.”

Wooyoung laughed with his whole chest, “Well, I guess this isn’t the first time someone’s come in here without much of a plan.” He took out his laptop and positioned it to show both you and Jisung the screen, scrolling through his portfolio. “Something sexy, something cute?”

“A little bit of both?” The words came out of your lips before you could really think it through. It surprised you, you always thought of yourself as getting a very minimalistic micro tattoo on your wrist.

Jisung shifts his weight, arms crossed in contemplation. “Well, how visible do you want it?”

“I wouldn’t mind if it was hidden.” You took your hair down from the bun and tried to comb out the dent that the scrunchie left.

“Okay, how about your sternum?” Wooyoung formed a rectangle with his hands and placed them against the center of his chest. “Kinda’ sexy, you can show it off whenever you want.”

Your eyes glanced at Jisung, as if you’re looking for his approval. He raises his eyebrows at you and shrugs his shoulders. “This is all you. Whatever you get will look great though.”

Wooyoung’s eyes darted back and forth between you and Jisung. “You guys sure you’re not dating?”

Jisung shook his head and smiled nervously. “We actually just met yesterday.”

Wooyoung shrugs. “Never stopped me.” He said it under his breath, and judging by the look on his face, he was joking. Or at least half joking.

“Anyway,” you take your hair down from its bun and attempt to comb the dent the scrunchie left. “I’m going to pass on the sternum.”

Jisung pushed himself off the wall he was leaning, his eyes focused on you. “What about your neck?”

Wooyoung scoffed, “She said she wanted it hidden, dude. That’s kind of the opposite.”

“No, not like on the side. I mean like behind her neck.” He came behind you and gently gathered your hair, placing it over your shoulder. You held your hair out of the way, letting him see the nape of your neck. Jisung grazed his fingers over your skin, a light, feather-like touch sending tingles down your spine, causing you to straighten up in your seat. “Something small. It would compliment how delicate your neck is.” You swallowed the lump in your throat.

For a moment, you forgot how to speak in complete sentences. “Y-yeah, that sounds… great.”

Jisung stepped back and took a seat on a similar stool to Wooyoung’s, sliding it over to sit next to you. The difference in height of your seats made it impossible for you to look him in the eye, you could only see the top of his head which you were thankful for. The blush was back adorning your cheeks and — when did it get so hot in here?

“Okay. No bigger than 10 centimeters, something delicate… Maybe fine line, then?” Wooyoung ponders for a bit, then places his pencil on paper. “Okay, let me draft a couple of things up and you can decide after seeing them. ”

Jisung turns to you and places a hand on your knee. “So, how are you feeling?”

“Nervous. Excited.” You answered truthfully. There was a part of you that was a little afraid. You’d always wanted a tattoo, but the situation being played out right now was not at all the way you envisioned getting your first one. The other part of you? There was something thrilling about not having to mull over a decision for at least 3 months, not having to put it into your calendars, not having to ask for your friends’ opinions. It was thrilling living in the moment.

“Okay, take a look at these.” Wooyoung showed you three options, all really simple and delicate. The first consisted of two small butterflies in motion, offset by a couple of centimeters to create a more dynamic look. The second was of a star, or what looked more like the twinkle of a star, not the typical 5 point star you’d draw as a kid. The third was of a single elongated rose stem.

You held all three in your hands, looking over them carefully. Then, you showed them to Jisung at your side. “What do you think?”

You focused on his eyes which were scanning the drawings carefully. Your eyes traveled down to his mouth when you caught the minuscule movement of his teeth biting on the corner of his bottom lip in thought.

“I like this one.” His hands grabbed the one in the center, the second one, and you looked back towards it.

“I like that one, too.” And you did. You were going to choose it anyway, to be honest, but for some reason you valued his opinion on this.

You sat against the tattoo chair that looked like an elevated massage chair. Your face pressed on the cushion that had a hole in the middle. Your hair was up in a ponytail and out of the way so that Wooyoung could tattoo the back of your neck.

Jisung was in front of you, squatting so that you were both eye level with each other. He was holding your hand, something for you to squeeze for when it got painful.

“Sorry,” you murmured, shutting your eyes. “If my hands are sweaty I mean.”

Jisung snorted in an attempt to stifle his laugh. “Eh, it’s okay. I’ve held sweatier hands.”

If your eyes were open, you would have rolled them.

Behind you, you heard Wooyoung’s tattoo gun turn on, giving off a high pitched vibration. “You ready?” He asked. He placed a gloved hand on a certain part of your neck. “I’m going to start right here. Just letting you know where to expect the poke.”

“Poke?” You could almost laugh. A tiny needle stabbing into your skin wasn’t exactly just a poke.

“Yeah,” Wooyoung said casually, shrugging his shoulders with a chuckle. “Just a poke. A lot of ‘just a pokes’.” You felt him hold the skin on your neck taut and he was about to start when he pulled back. “Also, try not to move your head. And relax. All of those things at the same time. You got it.”

You opened your eyes and gave Jisung an incredulous look.

This time, Jisung laughs. “Yeah, you got it.”

“Here we go.” Wooyoung warned. Once the needle sunk into your skin, you shut your eyes and tried to focus on keeping still, keeping relaxed. You bit your lip to muffle the groan of pain.

Jisung gently squeezed your hand, seeing your face contort in pain. You squeezed back gently, trying to keep your body from tensing up. He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, trying to soothe your discomfort away.

After some time, Jisung squeezed your hand once, trying to get your attention on him.“You regretting it yet?”

You were thankful for his attempt to keep it light hearted. You laughed and opened one eye, wincing through the scratching sensation on your neck. “Not yet, but this better be fucking cute when you’re done, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung snickered and rolled his eyes as he wiped away the blood and ink so that he could see what he was doing. “We’re almost done.” He went back to work, not once taking his eyes off of what was in front of him. “What about you, Jisung. Do you have any tattoos?”

Jisung pauses, contemplating sharing that detail of himself. He scratches the back of his neck as a nervous smile plays on his lips. “Yeah. One.”

“You do? Where?” You don’t remember seeing a tattoo in all the 30ish hours you’d spent with him. A chunk of it was spent asleep, but it’s not like you didn’t notice the tone of his arms, the curvature of his neck, the strength of his calves.

“My back,” Jisung said casually. When you didn’t say anything, he continued on. “It’s just an abstract line that goes down my spine.” He shrugs his shoulders.

For a second, you wanted to say ‘Can I see it?’ But thankfully, those were just thoughts and those thoughts would stay with you. ‘Cause that would be weird, right?

“All done,” Wooyoung did his final wipe on your neck. “Let me just clean it up.” He squirted some kind of solution onto your neck and cleaned up the tattoo, then handed you a mirror. “Check it out!”

You let go of Jisung’s hand and grabbed the mirror from Wooyoung. You made your way over to the full length mirror at the far end of the room. Both Wooyoung and Jisung followed you, waiting for your reaction. You positioned your back to the full length mirror and held up the hand mirror to your face, angling it so that you could see the back of your neck and your new tattoo.

There was a negative space at the center of the star, eight lines branching out from it. The longest line was the one on the bottom, longer than its top counter-part by six times. The line tapered off until it was just a dotted line. The four diagonal lines were not symmetrical with each other which gave off the illusion of movement. It was delicate, it was minimalistic, and it was just what both Jisung and Wooyoung had said it would be: cute, but a little sexy. It gave you some sort of new found confidence.

“I love it!”

“Glad you do!” Wooyoung took the hand mirror from you and put it on a tray beside the table. He grabbed a tub of what you assumed was ointment and smeared it on your tattoo. After spreading it out, he patched it up in a protective clear plastic-like wrap. “You can take the wrap off in two days to let the tattoo breathe. Clean hands. Mild Soap. Moisturize with an unscented lotion. If it scabs or gets itchy, don’t pick or scratch at it.”

You nodded, listening to all the instructions Wooyoung gave you. “Got it.”

Wooyoung hands you a rectangular card. “If you have any questions, you can call me.” He points at his number on the business card. “My socials are on there, too.” He gives you a playful and attractive smirk then runs his hand through his hair. “Or… You could probably ask Jisung since he’s gotten a tattoo before.”

You look at the card in your hand before putting it in your purse. “Thanks. If anything comes up, I’ll let you know.”

By the time you two stepped out of the tattoo shop, it had gotten pretty late. The street lights overhead and the neon signs of the stores and restaurants around were lit up, making the small alleys and streets come alive with all the different colors.

You smiled brightly up at Jisung and spun on your heel, lifting your ponytail over to the front of your face to show him your new tattoo again. “What do you think? You like?” You were so excited you almost sang the words.

Jisung tilted his head with a lazy smile on his lips, one that tugged at one corner of his mouth more than the other. He approached you from behind and took your ponytail from over your face, placing it neatly back in place. He tugged at your ponytail very gently in a teasing manner.

“Yeah, I do like.”

Before you could turn around to face him, he had stepped around you and continued walking down the street without you. “Let’s go find some dinner.”

If you paid attention, you would have noticed the tips of his ears had turned a bright pink.

author's notes: I want to thank every single person who has left a like or a has reblogged either the first chapter or the masterlist so far. I haven't been very active in the fandom at all and I never expected anything I did to garner as much interest as it has already. ANYWAY. Might do a lil moodboard for chapters at somepoint. lmk if that's something that would interest anyone. also flirting is hard, writing two people flirting is harder.

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A semi-coherent rant on climate change, the value of idealism, and a criticism of TGCF (But also not really because I haven’t finished it yet and also I love MXTX…)

I’m in the middle of Book 3 of Tian Guan Ci Fu, and it is legit making me depressed. Like really, unnecessarily sad. I know I should probably wait until the end to write up my thoughts since I don’t know how things will ultimately turn out, but I feel like I need to process. And so, here we go…

First of all, I am sooo Xie Lian. I feel like this story gets me down so much because it hits too close to home. When I was little, I was super idealistic—I used to go around telling people that love was the most important thing in the world, and that civilization was wrong, because we were destroying the environment, and so we should all go back to living in harmony with nature. I was like a crazy, radical five year old, but also somehow mature-sounding and nauseatingly sweet. Grownups loved me and assumed I would grow up to do something big. But… I haven’t really. Instead I am just a normal person and realized that the world is actually super complicated—like I said, sooo Xie Lian. Except I never became a god or saved even one person…

Anyways, it’s not like I disagree with MXTX’s criticism of blind idealism. She hit the nail on the head—crushingly well. But I guess, like Xie Lian, I am still clinging to that last bit of hope I haven’t let go of yet.

In TGCF and Mo Dao Zu Shi, things are never black and white, and she criticizes those characters who act with a blind sense of righteousness. She believes in nuance. And yet, in our current moment, we are headed toward a climate catastrophe, and it feels like we are all just sitting back, trying to carefully weigh the ideal course of action—the pros and cons, scared of being too rash, too impulsive—while the world burns.

When I first started watching the Untamed (which is where my MXTX journey started), I was initially drawn in by this extremely beautiful man who was willing to sacrifice so much to do what was right. I loved how he refused to compromise with this screwed up society. Because, I am so frustrated with myself for always compromising. For being part of this system that’s horrible and destroying the world and personally doing very little to stop it. And I wanted to be inspired—and for a minute I was by Wei Wuxian.

And then, of course, it turns out that the real message was the complete opposite of that, and having dogmatic, uncompromising morals is not something to be applauded. In the eyes of MXTX, it’s very dangerous.

And I mean, she’s not wrong. But I can’t help but think maybe we still need heroes like that. I really admire Greta Thunberg who refuses to fly in planes, buy anything new, doesn’t eat meat. Before anyone joined her protests, she was ditching school every day, literally sitting all by herself in front of Swedish parliament with one pathetic-looking sign. I mean that kind of commitment takes HUGE resolve. It has to come from a total sense of self-righteousness, from a complete unwillingness to compromise or back down—a refusal to listen to her parents, or her teachers, or the large numbers of people around her who were definitely telling her she was nuts. I mean, I try to go veg, and my mother-in-law hands me one homemade meat dish and I instantly fold…

In interviews, Greta often talks about how being on the autism spectrum causes her to view the world in very black and white terms—with good and evil being clearly defined. She often refers to the older generation as “evil” for their role in the climate crisis—a word MXTX would probably not approve of. Normally, I don’t think black and white thinking is good. I also believe in nuance. But when it comes to something like climate, it’s incredibly complicated but also incredibly simple. We have to stop burning fossil fuels. We have to do it now. If we want humanity to survive, we don’t have a choice. We gotta pull out all the stops. We can’t hesitate. And if we do, we’ll lose everything. Any drawbacks that may come from us not using fossil fuels are completely outweighed if the climate goes to shit. There’s no real nuance in that. And to get people to make that sort of change, you need passion. You need motivation. You need feeling. Basically, you need blind idealism. We are soooo screwed, and really, blind idealism is all we have left.

And I want to have that. Part of me wants to get back to that idealism I lost. But like Xie Lian, I don’t know how…

I dunno. There are always reasons not to do anything. Most of us know life is complicated—our limitations are usually way too obvious. But, I think, sometimes we still should take the single log bridge into darkness. And maybe we need some dumb, cliché hero story to give us the motivation to do it…

Of course, saving the world is not easy. Especially when it comes to large scale national or international politics, the situation in Xianle demonstrates very clearly how easy it is to create unintended consequences. Everything is so complex. There are so many factors, so many competing interests to consider. I do not envy political leaders.

But most of us are not political leaders. Most of us are just ordinary people who want to make the world a little better. We have the capacity to be activists, but that’s it. We don’t have the power to make detailed policy decisions anyway. And so, to some extent, I don’t think we need to worry so much about all that. We just have to push politicians in the right direction.

Even at that high leadership level, though, I do think it’s possible to make better choices—ones that create less harm. And I do think we have an obligation to try and find those. I don’t agree with what the State Preceptor said (and what I think MXTX actually believes), that “Assigning fault is meaningless.” To me, that’s akin to giving up on morality altogether.

A lot of this is a matter of perspective. Yes, if you zoom out far enough, assigning fault is meaningless. But then, if you zoom out far enough, everything is meaningless. Everything we love and care about will one day be gone. Our battles for justice, for equality, for the people we love, will all be entirely pointless once our current society goes the way of the Aztecs, once humanity disappears, once the earth gets swallowed by the sun.

Again, if we zoom far enough out, climate change is not really a problem. According to that wise state preceptor, “In this world, fortune—good or bad—is predetermined.” MXTX believes there is only so much good fortune in the world. If we somehow manage to take too much of it, we will eventually pay the price. Balance will be restored.

Which is exactly what is happening in this era of climate catastrophe. In the past 200 years since the industrial revolution, humanity has taken a lot of fortune. For the first time in history, we don’t worry every day about finding food. We’ve conquered a whole host of deadly diseases, have greatly reduced our need for manual labor, and can spend our days in mental pursuits, making art, or writing self-indulgent essays about Chinese web novels.

All of this, I would argue, is not really because of human ingenuity, but because we happened to find an incredibly powerful energy source—fossil fuels—which have given us the illusion of “human progress.” Let’s remember that this “progress” has only lasted for about 200 years, a small dot on the graph of human existence (300,000 years), and that for most of that time, people viewed history as a cycle, with inevitable ups and downs, rather than a continuous march upward.

In other words, in the past 200 years, we’ve taken too much fortune. But nature will correct the balance. I don’t think climate change will destroy life on earth. Even if the worst happens and humanity bites the dust, other species will most likely persist, evolving into creatures completely new—a rebirth, of sorts. Looking at it from that far-off, disinterested perspective, it’s not really a problem. It’s just what nature does. New species follow each other, one after the next—like passing seasons.

But, even if all this is true, I don’t think we can be so detached. I don’t think we can live our lives believing that morality is pointless, not trying to do the right thing, or not worrying about how our actions affect others. If we approach life with such indifference, what’s to stop us from completely giving up?

One of my favorite TV shows is this old drama called Dead Like Me, where a wise, older character (a state preceptor, of sorts), says to the main character, “If you stand too close to a painting — all you see are patches of color, if you stand too far back, you can't see any of the detail.” In other words, when it comes to life, you need to stand the right distance away. Personally, I think MXTX is standing too far back. It’s true, there is so much we can’t control. Though we may be able to make things better for a bit, we cannot alter the basic cycle of life. Life is suffering. It was true when Buddha said it, and it’s true now. And if we try to “attempt the impossible,” as the Jiang motto says, and radically change that dynamic, we will fail.

But unlike in MXTX’s universe, fate doesn’t really screw us at every turn. Every day there are small victories. I used to do social work, which really was an exercise in the futility of trying to fix deeply rooted problems with insufficient tools, but I still remember those few times when I did do something right: the old man with dementia I got to take his meds, the guy who found his family on Facebook.

Even just writing a stupid email to Biden telling him to stop the drilling… we have to value those actions. We have to be invested. Sure, the universe doesn’t care. But I think we should still care. We can’t just throw up our hands and say the world is fucked. Because if everyone did that, the world really would be fucked. Even more so than it already is.

Again, I realize I don’t entirely know where she’s going with all this. It’s very possible there’s going to be more to it than just criticizing idealism. Despite all the depressing stuff, I see crumbs of hope in how Hua Cheng loves Xie Lian, and values his attempts to help others. The line, “Although foolish, it is brave,” just floored me. I loved it so much. Honestly, I’d probably be happy if she leaves open any hope for idealism at all.

But also, I have to prepare myself for the possibility that I will not totally agree with what she has to say. Which should be fine. I mean, in real life, I’m pretty good at interacting with people I fundamentally disagree with. But… in the hands of an author like MXTX, I feel like my emotions are like putty. I’m completely at her mercy. And partially, I don’t want to fight that. I want to give myself to the story, and lose myself in it completely. That’s a great feeling, but also, kind of… vulnerable? And then, when so emotionally invested, to suddenly realize that what the author’s saying bothers me…

Of course, I’ll get over it. I always do. Usually I write meta or fanfic as a way to process—to get out of someone else’s story, out of their head, and back into my own.

Anyways, we’ll see. Don’t tell me what happens!! I am trusting YOU, strangers on the internet!

If that’s not blind idealism, I don’t know what is…

#tgcf #mxtx #mdzs #climate change #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #chinese bl

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kyouka-supremacy · 1 month

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Ask game can you do kyouka

Yay Kyouka!!!

Favorite thing about them: HER EXISTING. The fact that she's one (1) fleshed out female character and for one I will love her for that. I also generally really like the trope of little girls facing unimaginable horrors and defeating them, it gives me hope. The fact that she was able to get out of an abusive environment by her own forces is very inspiring, too. More Kyouka love words here.

Least favorite thing about them: I feel I'm cheating at this with always mentioning things that are really not about the character but rather about the way they fit in the story but... I'm very disappointed when the author flat out forgets about her. 55 Minutes and the whole airport arc. I've said it before but I really wish she would have intervened during the Atsushi / Akutagawa airport fight because what were she and Yosano and Lucy doing the entire time. In general, I wish we'd see her more outside of her relationship with Atsushi which I LOVE but that is starting to feel quite limiting of her right now.

Favorite line:

Eheh. It's been this blog title since day one. It's just that crepes is one of my favourite desserts too but most of all I really appreciate the feeling of carrying on living even if it's just for the small nice things in life. I may be worthless, and with no right to breathe; but crepes still make life worth living. I appreciate the sentiment. Ss/kk should learn from her it'd spare them a lot of trouble lol

brOTP: I LOVE LOVE LOVE HER RELATIONSHIP WITH ATSUSHI. It's really one of my favourite things. I think Kyouka is about the only person Atsushi truly cares about beyond his own selfishness and it's really heartwarming. They make each other's lives better every day and comfort each other that they're good people capable of doing good. I also think Kyouka really helps Atsushi in the way she's so blunt and straightforward, she helps him overcome his insecurities and second-guessing everything; she's a reassuring presence for him because he knows she wouldn't lie to him. And Atsushi allows her to be a child, and it's so sweet!!! They need each other in a lot of ways and they're so perfect for each other. Platonic soulmates fr. I also really like her relationship with Kenji, that too is so wholesome, I'm happy she has someone her same age she can do 14 y/os things with!!! Oh and I LOVE her relationship with Lucy, they're so much fun in their low-key animosity but I like to think they truly care about each other and that Lucy fully took Kyouka on as her annoying little sister she wouldn't hesitate to die for. AND the potential of Kyouka and Yosano, AND Fukuzawa. AND Akutagawa and Kouyou (more as like, relationships to explore rather than think they'd actually get along). I think about Kyouka's relationships with other characters a lot lol.

OTP: You know I'm fully convinced I would have been a full flagged Kyouka/Kenji supporter if only they were a little older, but the way I can really only think of them as children kinda makes it hard for me to say I ship them just because personally I don't really like to imagine them in a romantic picture in general (个_个) It's a shame because again I know what I like and this kind of sun/moon coded het ship is something I would have been really into ;;

nOTP: Likely Kyouka and Kenji for the reasons mentioned above :// It's just something I noticed I'm not very into when it's brought up in ss/kk fics. That said, it's not like I have any strong feeling against it either.

Random headcanon: About that, I really like to think she and Kenji are going to be partners when they're older.

Unpopular opinion: Not sure this goes here but right now I can't think of anything else– I do think that in the early chapters of the manga there was some level of writing Kyouka like she was Atsushi's love interest. Overall I think the manga verges way less in the “siblings” direction than the “eventually couple to-be living together” direction than the fandom makes it to be (I don't think they were ever directly associated to siblings in the manga, like, ever? I don't remember Atsushi ever saying he sees Kyouka as a little sister or something in those lines). Which I personally do not like, but in my reading interpretation that's the direction the manga was going for. That's why the chapter 15 opening is extremely distasteful to me, it really feels like pushing forward the stereotype of little dainty young house wife waking up early to prepare breackfast for her husband... And the way we know she's so young makes it downright disturbing. (But again, that's only as far as my understanding of the manga goes, feel free to disagree with me on this).

Song i associate with them: Shinkai Shoujo by Yuuyu-P!!!! It's just so her, both in the girly j-pop vibes and lyrics. It literally talks about a girl sinking in the darkness but managing to find the light in the end :')

Favorite picture of them:

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Favourite Mayoi card:

Send me a character?

#This was a great idea because it feeds my primal instict to look at pretty images #kyōka izumi #bsd #mine #people asks me stuff #Thanks for asking <333

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dixons-sunshine · 2 years

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Doomed from the start-Eddie Munson xFem!reader

Summary: Eddie knew that he was doomed from the moment his eyes met yours during one of his monthly cafeteria speeches. The princess of Hawkins High, with perfect grades, perfect life and douchebag friends, and, not to mention, Steve "The Hair" Harrington's little sister.

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of drugs/weed, Steve being an overprotective older brother (I can't think of more right now. If I should add anything, let me know)

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Eddie Munson was never one for caring much about things that others generally would. Popularity? Couldn't care less. Grades? Something he's tried caring about, but to no success. And relationships? Hell, that he never really cared about nor saw in his immediate future. Being the designated school freak never really gave him any willing suitors either, so he tended to stray away from romantic settings and events.

But that doesn't mean that having a crush was lost on the Munson boy. He knew damn well, maybe even more than others, what having a crush was like. He's had crushes before, but none of them were as strong as the crush he had on you.

In his eyes, you were the definition of perfect. Not even the dictionary definition of the word came close to how utterly perfect you were to him. You had perfect grades, well on your way to being the valedictorian. You had perfect charisma and you were a cheerleader. And not one of those mean cheerleaders. No, you were actually nice, something that most jocks and cheerleaders couldn't use to describe themselves.

He'd kill to be able to have a mere conversation with you. Unfortunately, and he knew this better than anyone, your social class was way above his. You had been dubbed the "princess of Hawkins High" while he had been dubbed "the school freak".

So, he had settled for admiring you from afar. That was the safer option, in his opinion.

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Your laugh had to be the prettiest thing Eddie had ever heard. He looked up from his plate to look across the cafeteria where you sat with the rest of your friends. You were smiling brightly at something your best friend, Chrissy Cunningham, had said, before leaning towards her, seemingly to whisper something in her ear.

Eddie barely remembered that he was in a conversation before he stopped to look at you. The only thing that reminded him was a slap to the arm. His hand moved to rub the spot where it started to slightly burn, glaring at the culprit.

"Dude, what's up with you? You've been spaced out for a while," one of his friends, Dustin Henderson, asked him, raising his eyebrows in confusion as well as suspicion.

Mike Wheeler, who sat next to Dustin, simply scoffed and shook his head. "Isn't it obvious? He's staring at that Y/N over there. The person he's been crushing on?"

Eddie scoffed and looked down, fighting the blush that was starting to appear on his face. "Please," Eddie said, "the day I start crushing on a cheerleader is the day I stop listening to Metallica and give up my guitar."

Everybody at the Hellfire table looked at their Dungeon Master, some fighting a smile while some simply shook their heads.

"It's okay if you like her, man. I mean, how many of us hasn't crushed on a cheerleader before?" Gareth asked, looking at the rest of the Hellfire members, silently asking them to back him up.

"I haven't, actually," Mike said, to which Dustin nodded, agreeing with Mike. "Yeah, me neither."

"The point is," Gareth started, glaring at the two younger Hellfire members, "it's okay if you like her. Just don't get your hopes up. You know that she won't ever go for someone like us."

Eddie nodded slowly, feeling his mood deflate. "You're right," he said, "and I know that. But that doesn't mean a guy can't dream, right?" He let out a disheartened chuckle before getting up from his chair, confusing everyone at the table.

"Where are you going?" Jeff asked. Eddie slung his bag over his shoulder, picking up his food tray and turning to look at the people he's come to consider his friends.

"I have a biology test tomorrow. Might as well head to the library to get the book," Eddie said. Truth be told, he just didn't really want to sit there while they made fun of and/or gave him disheartening comments about his non-existent love life.

"Since when do you care about biology? Or studying, for that matter?" Mike asked. Eddie threw him a sarcastic smile.

"Since I realized that I don't wanna redo this year again, Wheeler." With that, he turned and left, heading in the direction of the library.

Eddie speed walked his way out of the cafeteria, sighing with relief as soon as he closed the doors. He took a moment to calm himself down, before ultimately heading for the library. "Might as well make the best of tomorrow's test," he muttered to himself. Luckily he had a free period after lunch.

As soon as he reached the library, he started looking for the biology book. Finding it was more complicated than he had originally thought. He scoured the entire library for a while before accepting defeat. He put the book he was flipping through back on the shelf, picking up his bag and prepared to head out, before a voice caught his attention.

"Hey, it's Eddie, right?" Eddie turned to look at the source of the voice, finding the person he had been pining over since the year prior. Y/n Harrington. You were much more beautiful up close, Eddie decided then and there.

He barely acknowledged that you spoke, and only remembered that when you spoke again.

"Are you okay?" you asked, concerned for the boy in front of you. He stood frozen for a moment, eyes wide before snapping out of his trance and vigorously nodding his head.

"Um, yeah! I'm okay," Eddie said, trying to hide his nerves with a smile. You smiled back at him.

"That's good. I thought you were having a stroke or something. And it is Eddie, right?" you asked, repeating your previous question.

Eddie looked at you, surprised that you knew who he was. "You know who I am?" You simply smiled at him, although it looked more like a smirk than an actual smile.

"With the frequent speeches you give in the cafeteria, I'd be surprised if someone didn't know who you are," you said with a small laugh, making Eddie chuckle.

"I almost forgot about that. I was just freaking out that the Y/n Harrington knows who I am. I mean, you're practically royalty at this school while I am but a mere peasant, not worthy to be in your presence."

You frowned at this. "Don't talk about yourself like that. You're not a peasant," you said.

Eddie simply chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't know if you've been living under a rock for, I don't know, a couple of years, but people don't exactly see me as royalty at this school," Eddie said, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. You scoffed.

"Well, fuck what people think. Nobody ever got anywhere by thinking inside the box, anyway," you said, turning around to try and reach a book at the top shelf.

Eddie smiled at that statement, nodding his head. "My thoughts exactly." He noticed you struggling to get the book, "Hey, you want some help?" You smiled.

"Yes, actually. Can you please get that book over there?" You pointed at the book that you needed.

Eddie nodded his head, reaching to get the book. As he brought the book down from the shelf, he realized that it was the exact same book that he was originally looking for. "Oh, well," he thought, "I was probably gonna fail either way."

"Here you go," Eddie said, handing the book over to you. You smiled at him, causing butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

"Thank you so much! I owe you," you said. He scratched his neck, shaking his head.

"Don't mention it. It was really no problem." He played with one of the cool, metal rings on his fingers, something that he does whenever he's nervous.

"I need to make it up to you somehow, otherwise I'm gonna feel bad. Aren't you in my biology class?" You asked, to which Eddie nodded.

"Yeah, I am."

"How about I help you study? I know damn well how hard Pierson's tests can be," you offered. Eddie looked at you, surprise written all over his face.

"No, it's okay. I don't want to bother you. I'm not really that good at biology," he replied, casting his eyes to the floor.

"Believe me, you won't be bothering me at all. I'd much rather help you study tonight than have to go to some lame ass party that Jason Carver is hosting at his place," you said, rolling your eyes at the mere mention of Jason Carver's name. Eddie chuckled at that.

"What, you don't like him?"

You scoffed, shaking your head. "Please, if he was on fire and I had water, I'd drink it."

Eddie laughed at this. "Okay, if it helps you avoid Jason, you can help me study."

"Great!" You said, "you can come over to my place?" Eddie nodded.

"Yeah. I can drive us."

"Then it's settled." Picking up your bag from the floor, you started to head for the exit, "I'll see you later, Eddie!"

Eddie waved at you, watching your figure depart from the library. He smiled to himself, doing a small victory cheer before heading out as well, having heard the bell ring. His mood had brightened by a tenfold, and he couldn't wait to spend more time with you.

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The minutes for the last period of the day was ticking by way too slowly for Eddie. He should've been paying attention to Ms O' Donnell, but he just couldn't. He was way too excited to focus on anything at that moment.

The moment the bell rang, Eddie practically jumped up from his seat, speed walking towards the door. He didn't want to make you wait for him, although he knew that you probably wouldn't care. He made a quick stop at his locker, putting the books that he didn't need back into the locker before shutting it and heading towards his van.

He sighed in relief when he saw that you weren't there yet. He leaned against his van, checking his watch. He reckoned that you'd be a few minutes late, considering that you probably had to tell your coach that you wouldn't be at cheer practice today.

Eddie didn't care if you'd be an hour late. All he cared about was that he'd be hanging out with you, something he never thought would happen.

"Hey, man!" Eddie was brought out of his daydreaming by Dustin, who had seen him leaning against his van, as if he was waiting for something- or someone. "There isn't a campaign today. Why are you waiting?"

"Someone's gonna help me study for tomorrow's biology test," Eddie replied. Dustin nodded, opening his mouth to speak before being cut off by someone calling Eddie's name.

"Hey, Eddie! I'm so sorry I'm late. I had to go tell my coach that I wouldn't be at cheer practice today and then I had to explain to Chrissy and Jason why I'd be missing tonight's party- don't worry, I never mentioned your name. All I said was that I had to tutor a student," you rambled on, out of breath.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it, sweetheart," Eddie replied, giving you a small smile of reassurance.

You fought a blush that wanted to appear on your face. Sweetheart. You weren't one to be swooned by cute nicknames, but Eddie was different. He wasn't some guy on the basketball team calling you a nickname with hopes of getting into your pants. He said it simply out of niceness, which was a good change of pace for you.

Dustin looked back and forth between you and Eddie, mouth agape. "Um, Eddie? What's happening right now?"

Eddie had forgotten that his younger friend was there. He gave Dustin a tight lipped smile. "She's my tutor. She's gonna help me study for the test."

Dustin nodded slowly, turning to leave. "I'll leave you guys to it, then. Bye, Y/n. Bye, Eddie."

"Bye, Dustin. Tell Steve that he still owes me a milkshake when you see him!" You called after him. Dustin gave a thumbs up over his shoulder. "Will do!"

Eddie looked between you and Dustin's retreating figure in confusion. "You two know each other?"

You started moving to the passenger side of the van, giggling when Eddie rushed to open it for you. "Yeah. We've been through some shit together, so I'd say I know him pretty well. Shared trauma and all that jazz," you said, closing the door.

Eddie headed to the driver's side, getting in and starting the van. Whiplash by Metallica blared throughout the van. Eddie shot you an apologetic smile, turning it off. "Sorry," he said, grimacing at the thought of having you judge his taste in music.

"It's okay. Metallica is a cool band," you replied, leaning back into the leather seat as Eddie turned out of the school's driveway.

Eddie looked at you in surprise. "You like Metallica?" Eddie asked in surprise, causing you to chuckle.

"Yeah, I do. They're amazing. I don't get why people hate on them so much. I mean, Creeping Death is a fucking masterpiece!" You said, waving your hands around in exaggeration.

Eddie nodded in agreement. "Yes, exactly! It's ridiculous how they can hate on something just because it's different. And personally, I like Master of Puppets more, but that's also a good song," Eddie said.

"My thoughts exactly! It's absolutely ridiculous. And that's why I don't like most of the people in my friend group," you said, pulling your feet up to rest on the seat.

If it were anyone else, Eddie would've flipped out at them for putting their feet on his seats, but it was you. For you, he'd make an exception.

You and Eddie talked throughout the entire drive to your house. You occasionally interrupted the conversation to give directions to your house, but ultimately returned to the conversation at hand.

"Steve's home early," you said, furrowing your eyebrows. Your brother's car was sat in the driveway, confusing you. Steve had previously told you that he was working a late shift down at Family Video, so you didn't expect him home this early.

Eddie suddenly felt more nervous than he previously had. It wasn't like he was scared of Steve Harrington, it was more that he knew how overprotective he could get over you. One of the guys on the basketball team once sported a broken nose when Steve Harrington was done with him. Eddie couldn't blame him, for the guy wouldn't get the hint when you rejected him more than once. But that whole ordeal gave Eddie a newfound respect for the older Harrington- no matter how much of a douchebag Eddie thought he was.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked, noticing how Eddie seemed to be tense.

Eddie smiled at you, taking a deep breath and opening the car door. "I'm okay, sweetheart. Don't worry about me," he said while getting out of the car.

You went to open your door but Eddie beat you to it. He opened your door for you, bowing in an overdramatic manner, causing you to laugh.

You and Eddie entered your house- a mansion, in Eddie's opinion. He looked around, noticing that it was way different than he had expected. There was a dirty laundry basket at the end of the hallway, shoes were scattered by the door and as you guys walked into the kitchen, he noticed that there were dirty dishes in the sink.

It was odd. He thought that your family would have maids at their beck and call, but it appears that he was wrong.

"I'm so sorry about the mess," you said with an awkward smile, "it's Steve's week to clean the house but he had to work the late shift this week, so I have to clean up after school."

"Can't your parents hire a maid or something? I feel like that would be so much easier than having to clean up after school every day," Eddie said. Confusion was written across his face.

You couldn't blame him for thinking that. Your parents love making it known to the rest of Hawkins that they're financially well off. "No, my parents could care less about what happens here. They're barely ever here anyway so it's just me and Steve. And they would kill us if we ever used their money, so Steve and I are technically living off of the money he gets from his job and the money I get from working on the weekends, Summers and whenever there isn't school. My parents really wouldn't give a shit if one of us burned the house down."

Eddie let out a silent 'oh', not having expected that at all. For the first time in his entire life, Eddie Munson was speechless. He didn't know what to say in this situation and he certainly didn't want to make the situation worse.

"But it's okay! Steve and I are okay, I promise. I mean, who needs parents who'll love and support you, am I right?" You said sadly, letting out a sarcastic chuckle, trying to hold back tears that were threatening to fall.

Eddie noticed your change of mood instantly, wrapping his arms around you in hopes of providing some comfort. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay," Eddie said, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

You hated feeling like this. In your mind, if you could fight a Mindflayer, a demogorgan and a denodog, something as stupid as this shouldn't be making you cry. But you just couldn't help it. You felt like you barely even knew your parents. The closest thing you ever got to parental figures in your life was Jim Hopper and Joyce Byers, but with the chief of police dying while fighting the Russians to close the gate and Joyce now halfway across the country, that was history too. You just couldn't handle it anymore.

And just like that, you lost the battle. Tears started flowing down your cheeks, ragged sobs racking throughout your body. Eddie tightened his hold on you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

He held you like that for a while, allowing you to cry. You calmed down after a while but still stayed in his embrace. It was a weird feeling for you. You barely knew Eddie, but he made you feel safe, at home. You couldn't explain it.

You pulled away from his embrace, giving him a small smile. He gave you a smile back, rubbing stray tears off your cheeks.

"And what, if I may ask, is happening here?"

You and Eddie jumped away from each other, turning to look at a very wary Steve Harrington. He raised his eyebrow before noticing your tear stained cheeks, mind instantly thinking of the worst possible scenarios.

"Oh my god, Y/n! What's wrong? Did he hurt you? I swear to god if he hurt you-" Steve didn't have time to finish his threat because you cut him off, coming to Eddie's defense.

"No! I was just upset and Eddie comforted me, that's all. Don't worry, Stevie. I'm okay, I promise," you said. Steve nodded, glaring at Eddie over your shoulder.

"If you say so. Besides," Steve said, heading over to the fridge to get a bottle of water, "what are you doing here anyway, Munson?"

"I'm helping him study for the biology test I told you about. You should know how hard Pierson's tests are," you said to Steve, tossing him the keys that he was motioning for beside you.

"Ah," Steve began, "okay. Glad that's all he's doing here." Steve narrowed his eyes at Eddie, causing the Munson boy to grimace.

"Even if he was here for another reason, I don't think that would be any of your concern, Steve," you said defensively, crossing your arms over your chest.

Steve raised his hand in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. Sorry. Just don't do anything too crazy while I'm gone."

"Where are you going?" You asked him.

"To Robin's. She's having some, uh, problems, if you know what I mean," Steve said, glancing at Eddie.

You nodded, understanding what he's grasping at. "Okay. Say hi to her for me!"

"Will do!"

With that, Steve closed the front door, leaving you and Eddie alone. You turned to look at him. You gave him an awkward smile before motioning him to follow you.

The two of you walked upstairs to your room. When he saw your room, it was safe to say that he was surprised. Your room wasn't what he expected it to be. It wasn't girly, but it also wasn't boyish. It was so you. It had everything that complimented your personality. From your bed to your dresser, everything complimented you.

"Nice room," Eddie said awkwardly, not knowing how to strike up a conversation after that confrontation in the kitchen.

"Thanks," you said, smiling at him. You walked towards the beanbags at the corner of your room, plopping yourself down in one of them. You motioned for Eddie to sit on the other one.

"So," you began, "let's begin, shall we?"

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It was safe to say that after that, you and Eddie grew closer. Eddie passed the test, getting a B+. He ran to you that day in the cafeteria, practically engulfing you in a hug, shocking everyone nearby.

"Y/n!" You turned when you heard your name being called. You didn't have time to think about it, because the weight of someone crushing into you knocked you back a couple of steps. You looked at the person who engulfed you in a hug and you were pleasantly surprised to see it was the Munson boy.

"I passed! I actually passed!" Eddie said, pulling back and showing you the paper. You took it and saw a big B+ written in red ink.

"Oh my god, Eddie! See, I told you that you could do it," you said, pulling him into another hug. He hugged you back tightly, never wanting it to end.

"Um," your friend, Loraine, said, "what is happening here?"

It has been a couple of months since then, and you and Eddie were attached at the hip. Because of your social status at school, people began to back off from making comments about Eddie, something you couldn't have been more grateful for.

In the few months that you and Eddie have spent together, it was safe to say that you started to grow feelings for the Munson boy, although you never acted upon them, choosing to keep your friendship instead of potentially ruining it by acting upon your feelings.

Little did you know, Eddie felt the exact same way.

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You and Eddie were hanging out at your house. His uncle Wayne was working that night, and Steve was out, so you decided to invite him over for a movie night. The movie night included popcorn, some beer, and weed.

You and Eddie were sitting opposite each other on the couch, Tom Cruise's Top Gun playing in the background long forgotten. The two of you were playing a harmless game of Truth or Dare, or so Eddie had called it.

"Okay. Truth or Dare?" Eddie asked. You pondered for a minute.

"Truth," you finally said. Eddie clapped his hands together once, thinking of a possible question.

"Okay. Who do you like at the moment?" Eddie asked. He actually really didn't want to know. He didn't want to hear about some stupid jock you had a crush on, but he would never say that out loud.

"Well, you know him, actually. You know him really well," You began. Eddie smiled, but his heart shattered at the possibility of it being one of his friends.

"He has long, thick brown hair that is really fun to play with. He has the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes that I could get lost in forever. He plays guitar, and get this, he managed to perfect playing Master of Puppets on the guitar in a matter of months. And he has an amazing sense of humour. He never fails to make me laugh. He's honestly the best guy ever."

You internally cursed yourself for almost outright admitting that you liked Eddie in a romantic sense, but the weed and beer had made you a bit more confident.

Eddie stared at you in surprise. He was so damn sure that you were talking about him. "You like me?" he dared to ask, hoping that you were.

You smiled. "Yeah, I've liked you for a while now. Just didn't know how to tell you."

Eddie stared at you. You smiled awkwardly, motioning for him to say something.

"Can I kiss you?"

You looked at him in surprise, nodding your head nonetheless.

Eddie leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. Your lips moved against each other's, slowly at first, before you became a little bit more confident, leaning into the kiss a bit more.

Eddie moved you to lay on the couch, hovering above you, lips never leaving yours. Unfortunately, breathing was still a thing, so you had to pull away.

He looked at you. "I like you too."

You laughed, pulling him into another kiss. You moved your hands to play with his hair, one of his hands moving down to cup your face. Neither of you wanted the moment to end.

However, the same couldn't be said for a fuming Steve Harrington.

"Munson, you're dead!"

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