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#i dont know how long the peace lasts but I appreciate it while it’s here
anadorablekiwi · 2 years
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Can I just say, I really appreciate the peaceful update.
Like, legit. Wild is Not Doing Well, but we knew that, and he’s expressing his emotions which is good. He’s in the pretty forest, and no battles/chaos.
Just Wild and his thoughts and the forest
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alohastyles-x · 2 years
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Faith In You - Two
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Faith In You | Sequel to Loyal To Me
Summary: How long can a grudge truly last? Your return to earth leaves you emotionally confused as you reconnect with your fellow Eternals. As the Emergence comes, you discover who you truly are, what your true purpose is in the universe. Can you handle it?  | Druig x fem!eternals! reader
Notes: excited for you to read this chapter! mostly just retellings of the eternals banning together- next chap is the one you dont wanna miss! Please let me know what you think, I really appreciate your feedback! Also, not sure I'm a fan of this mood board, so let me know your opinion on that as well!
Warnings: Innacuracies to the movie scenes ; I try to be as accurate as possible but I didn't have time to rewatch these scenes, im so sorry | mentions of puking 
ok on with the story now :) word count: 2.3k
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The hot Mumbai sun singed your skin as you stepped out of the airport. People were milling about, figuring out where they were headed. Sprite led the way, as she had a rough- albeit spot on- idea of where Kingo would be. Throughout the years, of course the two best friends kept in touch; Sprite fueled the creative mind of Kingo, who became a huge movie star in India for generations, although to Bollywood, he was a part of the Kingo family.
You were amazed by yet another bustling city, much larger than the cities you left behind on Earth centuries ago. People fluttered in and out of crowded streets, cars honking over each other. You fell in line with Sprite's bubbly steps, fearful of being sucked into the vast city if you fell behind.  While Asgard was advanced, this was advanced on a whole different scale.
"It's just up ahead," Sprite called out to the others, pointing to a stone-gray building that sat amongst what seemed like a thousand other buildings.
Loud, lively music came from Studio One, where the doors sat wide open. As the four of you walked in, you were met with a myriad of brightly colored dresses fluttering about, pretty women filling them in. Their faces were adorned with glittery jewels and make up, twinkling under the spotlights as they danced. There was a row of men behind them, adorned in similar colors, just in darker hues. They joined the women, dancing together to the rhythm of the music.
Suddenly, Kingo stepped out from behind one of the women, a dazzling smile on his face. He looked truly happy, as if he was made for the screen. The Kingo you knew most definitely was, his love for storytelling and the visual effects aid from Sprite made every story the two of them told spectacular, lasting for centuries.
"Alright, cut!" He yelled, and the music stopped. He continued cheering everyone on as he turned to where the four of you stood, smiling brightly at him. His smile only brightened at the sight of his three fellow Eternals standing before him. When his gaze lingered to you, his smile fell slightly in disbelief at the sight.
"Y/N?" It came out barely above a whisper, tears forming in his eyes. You merely nodded your head, the sudden outburst of emotion leaving you speechless. Like his best friend, Sprite, Kingo also erred on the side of caution with you. But he was also one for dramatics, which meant him crying over your return was rather on brand.
And to be fair, your death was still hard on everyone, regardless of their relationship to you. The very idea that you, a fellow Eternal, died so easily at the hands of another was eye opening to them, which is why they disbanded entirely after your death.
Kingo made his way over to your group, giving Sprite a hug, as well as Sersi and Ikaris. He stopped in front of you, sighing as he placed his hands on the sides of your arms.
Again, dramatics.
"Y/N. I don't know how you're here but I want you to know that I always let your legacy live on in my movies, naming at least 1 thing after you. Also, I hope there is peace between us." You grimaced slightly as his theatrics, but quickly put a smile on your face.
He took that as a yes, bringing you into a tight hug. You weren't sure how you felt about him yet, but for the sake of figuring out why a Deviant appeared after centuries of no disturbances -at least according to Sersi-, you embraced him.
"So, why are you guys here?" Kingo asked as he pulled back. Before anyone could answer him, a short man with a video camera appeared next to him.
"Hello, hello," he greeted, reaching out his hand for everyone to shake. "I am Karun Patel, Kingo's valet. It's truly an honor to be in the presence of the great Eternals." He introduced himself, a goofy smile on his face as he raised the camera and pointed it at Kingo.
"Not now," Kingo whispered, pushing the camera down.
"He... knows?" Ikaris asked, an "I-can't-believe-this" look pasted on his face as he looked at Sersi.
"Yes, Karun knows everything. I trust him completely, in fact, when he first met me, he thought I was a vampire. Tried to stake me in the heart," Kingo laughed.
"I have apologized so many times," Karun responded.
"Not quite enough times, but very close. I'll let you know. Anyways, did you like the show so far? It's called the Legend of Ikaris..." he trailed off, waiting for Ikaris to sound surprised. But, instead, he just felt weird.
"We need to talk," Sersi said slowly.
"Come on, we can talk in my tent, I have to get ready for the next scene-"
"Kingo, Ajak is dead," Sprite cut in flatly. Kingo turned abruptly, looking her dead in the eyes.
"What?" He sounded taken aback, unsure if he heard her correctly.
"She was killed." Ikaris spoke this time, and your head spun to him. Why was no one else noticing his demeanor change? You looked to Sersi, who just had her eyes fixed on Kingo. Maybe it was all your centuries of training with Loki that helped you pick up on the subtle fluctuations of his voice, or the inconsistencies of his body language. Or maybe you were just delusional, said the small voice in the back of your head. You shook it off.
"You need to come with us," Ikaris said, gently this time, as he laid a hand on Kingo's shoulder.
Kingo dove into a dramatic moment, contemplating his decision, and saying goodbye  to his cast mates. You snuck a glance at Ikaris, watching him closely as he waited patiently for Kingo to finish his speech. There were beads of sweat gathering at the nape of his neck. Grabbing a cloth off of a nearby costume table, you walked up beside Ikaris and held it out to him.
"Here. You're sweating," you said flatly, staring straight ahead at Kingo who was now arguing with Karun about not joining him on this mission.
Ikaris turned and gave you a cold stare, but took the cloth anyway. You turned to meet his gaze, matching his icy glare, before stepping forward to where Sersi stood while Kingo returned to your group.
"We can take my private jet. Oh, and Karun will be joining us." You could feel the groan everyone held back as Karun smiled happily beside Kingo. It was a death wish. There was no way a human could survive two seconds with a Deviant around, but you knew he was insistent on joining Kingo, his loyalty firmly tied to him.
Everyone followed Kingo to the hangar that stored his private jet, and loaded in.
"Where to?" Kingo asked, as he stood outside of the cockpit.
"Australia. That's where Gilgamesh and Thena are." Ikaris responded.
At the mention of Thena your blood ran cold. You stiffened in your seat, not prepared to see the Eternal who had betrayed you. The one who took you from your love. You rose from your seat quickly, as the contents of your stomach began to bubble up through your esophagus. Retching could be heard throughout the plane, making everyone aware of your outburst.
You heard three loud raps on the bathroom door, before Sersi's voice followed.
"Y/N, are you okay?"
When you didn't respond, she tried again.
"Listen, you don't have to come if you don't want to. But I think you should know... we discovered why Thena attacked you."
You stood, wiping off your mouth with toilet paper, before flushing the toilet. Hesitating for a moment, your hand lingering over the door knob. You flung the door open to see Sersi. She had a sympathetic look on her face. You nodded your head, agreeing to listen, and moved to go sit down in one of the seats.
"She had fallen ill with Mad Wry'y. It's a disease of the mind. It caused her mind to split under the weight of her memories, until she couldn't decipher reality from what the voice in her head told her to do. It's why she thought you were someone else, and also why she was on high alert to... well, kill you. After your death, Thena and Gilgamesh relocated to a remote part of the Australian Outback, where Thena could learn to cope peacefully, away from any innocent victims. Her mind still betrays her from time to time, according to Gilgamesh, but he can always bring her back out of it." Sersi explained gently, studying your face as you took in this new information.
You weren't sure how to feel. Cautious, for one, but also empathetic. You witnessed Thena's delusions first hand; they were the cause of your untimely demise. But you also felt angry. Angry that this got resolved right after your death, and not before. A whole range of emotions flooded through you, before you finally landed on one: grief.  
In all this time, you hadn't let yourself just grieve. Grieve the loss of your previous life, the loss of your love, the loss of your family, no matter how divided it was, and worst of all: Grief over a fellow eternal struggling under the weight of her mind, not understanding what was happening in the moment. Questions then began to flood your mind. Did she deserve your grief?
It all came crashing down on you with the weight of a thousand stones. You hadn't let yourself cry for centuries, too afraid that once you started, you wouldn't be able to stop. But there was no controlling the tears that now flowed freely from your eyes, splashing your cheeks and rolling down to your chin. The sobs broke free, causing an unfamiliar sound to escape your lips. You dropped your head into your hands, partly out of shame, but also out of the force of emotions that left your body just now.
Sersi moved to sit next to you instantly, wrapping a comforting hand around your shoulders and squeezing gently. You let your head fall against her momentarily, until you could gain back the control over your tears and emotions. One very important question popped back into your mind, and now seemed as relevant of a time as any to ask.
"Do... do you know where Druig is?" It came out barely above a whisper, sounding as if spoken any louder, the words would break. Sersi cleared her throat.
"After your death, he... Well, he possessed a handful of the Tenochtitlan villagers to follow him into the woods. But that's all I know," Sersi mumbled.
You were speechless, taken aback at what you just heard. Possessed? That didn’t sound like your Druig. Why would he do something like that? Endless thoughts poured into your mind as the plane took off of the runway.  Thoughts of worry and dread,  doubts and uncertainty.
If no one had heard from him, and Heimdall couldn’t get through to him… what if he wasn’t alive anymore. The thought made you feel sick again, and you bolted out of your seat.
“Y/N! Stay seated while the plane is departing!” Kingo called out, but you ignored him. Your stomach couldn’t wait. You reached the bathroom just in time, retching over the toilet.
“Oh, Nevermind. That- that’s an acceptable reason to get up,” Kingo called out from the cabin.
Hours later, you had arrived in Australia, with no escape from the Sun that hung high in the sky. It was a long trek to Gilgamesh’s hide out, that stood alone in the middle of the outback.
Your nerves were shot, too strung out from your anxiety induced puking on the plane. Sweat had begun to build at the nape of your neck, but not just from the heat. Your palms itched as they clammed up. An uneasy feeling settled in your bones, a sign you took that you were close.
Just over the hill, a hut appeared that looked relatively abandoned. There were a few appliances littered about, including a table with a cloth adorning it.
As you approached, you began to feel like you were going to faint. It began to feel like too much too soon, struggling to control your emotions. There was a light breeze flowing through, one your subconscious had sent to cool you down.
Ikaris approached the door, knocking loudly. An uncomfortable silence fell over everyone as you waited. Waited for god knows what to happen.
Suddenly, the door flung open, and a bright and smiling Gilgamesh stood behind it.
“Friends!” He yelled, pulling everyone in one by one for a hug. You hung back, not wanting to over step, and not entirely feeling comfortable at the idea of a hug from him. He merely nodded in your direction, understanding your hesitation.
“Where’s Thena?” Sersi asked, glancing around her.
“Over there,” Gilgamesh pointed to a tree nearby, glittering in the sunlight. Iridescent chimes hung from the branches, and perched below in the dirt sat Thena, meditating peacefully.
The sight of her sitting so still, so calmly, brought a feeling to you that you didn’t know existed. Peace. It didn’t last long, as Sersi began to walk towards her, and instinctively, you followed. The air around you stilled, as you stood near the eternal who took your life centuries ago.
Maybe you could forgive her. Maybe, after all, it was just a sickness, something that can be understood? If she didn’t mean it… that’s what matters right?
You were suddenly pulled from your thoughts as an all too familiar glittering caught your eye. The familiar sound of Thena’s sword filled the silence, as she stood hauntingly in front of you and Sersi.
You froze. Something you never did, something you were specifically trained not to do for centuries. But at the sight of her icy stare, your body shut down.
“I see you’ve returned once more, Fulgora.”
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Hey idk if this counts but i just need someone to listen to me for a bit, maybe give some advice? I know this isnt much compared to other people's struggles, i just would appreciate an outsider's perspective as it is greatly affecting me, slowly but greatly nonetheless.
So i live with my mother and share a room with her because of reasons that arent fully relevant here. I also listen to long youtube essay videos to help me sleep because of some trauma from getting covid so bad I was afraid to sleep. Plus she and her dog snores.
I have some favorites from playlist, and play them often especially since they are at the top anyways. I make sure to turn them down alt so my mother can sleep without the videos disturbing her, however some of then can get a bit loud at a few key points. Not by much but enough to be heard a bit on her side of the room
In response to that i believe, she has been a variety of negative comments relating to said videos. Going so far to 'jokely' insult the creator of my favorite ones for making hour longs essays about old kid shows and being so into something like that and more.
I've brought this up to her multiple times as her making less then kind comments about things i enjoy is unfortunately nothing new. She says she's just joking but even if she is, i am autistic and very much not able to understand or pick up on most jokes, also either way i act similar to those creators with the only difference is i dont make/post my hours worth of essays as 5+ hour long videos.
I've been trying to explain to her how i feel but she often talks over me, i dont know how to approach this situation without seeming too aggressive or anything as my typical way of handling conflict is to be very direct and logical to a fault.
And while there are other rooms within this house i could sleep in, they both have their issues that make it extremely difficult to outright impossible with sacrificing my physical or mental health along with other risks that could be a whole separate ask.
Currently I've been listening to other videos to try and keep the peace but i know it probably wont last long. I am willing to make changes like I've already had but i believe the way i approach her about this comes off too strong for us to get anywhere with a discussion.
Basically, i wish to know any better ways to approach this situation as i know i tend to come off a bit cold and rude without meaning it in these types of situations. We both have alot of conflict related trauma and i would like to be respectful of it but given my difficulty with feelings and such makes it challenging.
Hi anon,
I'm so sorry about what's been going on. Firstly I just want to say that this absolutely does count and you don't have to compare your struggles to that of others here, every struggle is equally valid and deserving of a response.
I wish that your mother respected you and your interests more, even if she doesn't personally like them. There are more effective and healthy ways for her to communicate. Your mom may not be receptive to an open conversation, but it may be worth a try.
As for recommendations on approaching a conversation with her, it might help to first choose a time when both you and your mother are calm and not tired. This will allow for a more constructive conversation and less chance of misunderstandings. Start the conversation by acknowledging your mother's concerns and expressing your gratitude for her allowing you to share a room with her. This will help to establish a positive tone and show that you are not trying to be confrontational.
Explain to your mother how important these videos are to you and how they help you sleep. Let her know that you understand that they may be a bit loud at times and that you are willing to adjust the volume or find other ways to make sure they don't disturb her sleep. Try to be as clear and concise as possible in your explanations. Use concrete examples to illustrate your points, and avoid using overly technical language or jargon that might confuse your mother.
If your mother interrupts or talks over you, calmly ask her to let you finish before responding. It's important that both of you have the opportunity to express your thoughts and feelings. Be willing to listen to your mother's concerns and try to see things from her perspective. This can help to defuse the situation and make it easier to find a solution that works for both of you.
If the conversation becomes too emotional or unproductive, it's okay to take a break and come back to it later. Sometimes it's necessary to give both parties some time to cool off before continuing the discussion. You can try saying something like, "I need a moment to process what we've talked about and collect my thoughts. Can we take a break from this conversation for a little bit and come back to it later when I'm feeling more clear-headed?" This communicates your need for a break in a respectful and clear way, and also lets your mom know that you're not trying to avoid the conversation entirely. It's important to take care of yourself and your emotional needs, especially in difficult conversations.
Remember, the goal of the conversation should be to find a solution that works for both you and your mother. By approaching the situation with an open mind and a willingness to listen and compromise, you can increase the chances of a positive outcome.
If anyone else has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.
-Bun
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mybettertomorrow · 5 months
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Its been so long since I’ve written here, but today it feels like something I should do.
Im in Paris now, studying. The last few months have felt unreal, almost as if this is a dream I’ll wake up from. Im finally doing the thing I was so terribly afraid and hungry for, and oh how I hope this is the way Im supposed to go.
I’ve loved this so far. My last days in Mx were odd, I didnt want to let go as it felt like I was jumping off a bridge into the unknown. But now I can’t imagine not jumping. The last month has been been filled with new emotions and a lot of growing up, in the best way. I feel like Im finally living.
However, things have been confusing. I feel like I should be missing my family and friends, but mostly I dont. I appreciate them more now that Im away, but Im almost grateful for the distance. And now, the main confusing thing, her. I have never felt like this before. It feels like I knew her from before, or like she knows me already. From the moment we met I felt so odd about her, but I thought it would go away or we wouldnt talk to each other. But it was the opposite, it only intensified and she made an effort to get to know me, which was just unbelievable to me. I feel like an idiot because I have no idea what to do about it, or if she feels similarly. In a way I think she does, but not in the way I do. Im terribly afraid of messing it up and making her dislike me, and that is making all my insecurities perk up. But I try to just be relaxed and honest, and so far it has worked. I just cant stop thinking about her. Whenever she’s around, she’s the only person I want to talk to. And I want to listen to anything she wants to say. Its stupid, but I finally understand so many lyrics and quotes that I thought were corny or unrealistic before. I get the whole “maybe if I loved you less I would talk about it more”. Not that I love her, but I feel completely interested in her. My heart feels at peace when she’s around, and my day is better when she’s in it. For a little while I thought i felt this way only because she’s basically the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, but I’ve realized it’s not that. It’s just her. However, I’ve been preparing for the last few weeks to get my heart broken. Not her fault, it’s just the way it seems the cookie will crumble. But I do hope I get to share my time a bit with her, for as long as she’ll have me.
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lostacelonnie · 8 months
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Thank you! I kinda just. Realized i pay for all my own stuff & have for years so whats stopping me y'know. Oh we love to hear about the fall of far right leadership i hope that turns out well & you can get your eventual hrt as well. Oh yeah i never wear swimsuits to the beach typically. Always been with people i dont like or too many strangers for my liking. But i like to find seashells & stuff. Oh? English is such a weird language having a partner to learn from who's fluent is like. Required almost. So im glad you had one. I appreciate when people are chill as long as you try its nice & leaves room for mistakes that'll happen inevitably. Got confused for a moment & the concept of having a birthname you dont have listed in your bio lost me like. What do ya mean you had any different name what. Both mine are easy so i dont have that as a first name problem. Where is tromso? I wish you luck in that fall/winter trips are so nice. I especially love to go camping in them because less people so more space. Oh she just gets all the counters wow. Gonna have to focus on her a bit for sure. I dont know if i have enough for guaranteed kafka but i will probably try. Just to see what happens. If nothing else i hope bronya or welt come home for you. Fontaine is one of the regions im most interested in so ill stick through for it but i might squeeze a break in towards natlan honestly. Chasm was. A pain anyways i do not blame you for skipping it honestly. Thats an average day in warsaw? Wild. Ohhh that sounds like it was a blast please pass belated birthday wishes to avery for me. Hair dye is such a fun thing to do congrats on the red! I wanna dye mine again soon. Eyeliner is a thing i wanna teach myself to do too ive just been. Forgetting a lot
yeah thats very understandable!!! and thank you!! after a long time i finally feel at least a little hopeful ab this countrys future but well see. yeah i have the exact same thing but at the same time drying a lot of clothes is Annoying [esp on camps since thats the main place i actually go into the water on] so i often just put regular clothes over a swimsuit. win-win situation. seashells ARE fun to find but i always forget to bring sth to carry them sjdjflksjf plus its pretty hard to find actually nice ones, over here at least. YEAH god plus the way english is taught in polish schools does NOT help so honestly if i didnt have additional lessons i probably wouldnt have learned anything despite studying for a looooong time. and yeah its that way with almost anything isnt it. AH I DO THAT EXACT THING SO OFTEN i genuinely forget that people Have birthnames. or even names in general i just treat usernames as first names a lot of the time. tromso is the place in norway i was in!! pretty far up north but very charming. thank you!! ahhh i almost never go camping but perhaps One Day..... yeah clara has been my best friend ever since i got her. shes so fun to use. thankies and good luck to both of us!!! already got 106 pulls ready + the 9 more from the login event + 20 days left to grind so while i defo wont get enough for guarantee i think it might be possible for me to get her. honestly the region im most excited for is snezhnaya and thats gonna be the last one released iirc so. still a while until that happens. but at least when/if i come back im gonna have a lot of stuff to check out so thats fun. i unfortunately suffer from having to see everything thats new Immediately so i often speedrun new versions in 3 days and them im like....... What Now........ until the next update and then the cycle repeats. ah i should play more games that arent released this way. but yeah while the chasm was quite pretty imo and the story was. well. it wasnt STUNNING but it was fun. but the exploration aspect SUCKED good lord i hated how i could never quite tell if im in the region displayed on the map or below it. agh. glad thats over. and well yknow how it is with big cities, at least i live in a fairly peaceful part so we dont really have big stuff like that often. i will!! and thanks!! i agree hair dye IS very fun but unfortunately my hair texture makes it really hard for dye to stick so it washes off quickly :'] but alas. and yeah fair jdjfklg i have the same thing PLUS. its annoying i can never get it even
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chaoschaoswriting · 3 years
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How to Unfuck Your Sleeping Space in a Few Hours (A Mentally ill Adults Advice)
The thing about living with mental illness for 15 years (only 10 of them diagnosed and medicated) is that you cycle through a few sets of coping mechanisms, each more healthy than the last. 
If you, like me, are chronically depressed and anxious with su*cidal ideation it can be easy to get yourself into a place where every part of your life is fucked up. If you, unlike me, have not been dealing with this for very long, it can be hard to know where to begin in the process of unfucking it. Some parts are easier than others - sorting your sleeping space is objectively one of the more manageable. 
In fact, I find it personally the most manageable, because when my bedroom is fucked, I don’t even want to wash myself - for me, this is the first step in unfucking my life. For you it might be the second or third, either way I urge you to let my decade and a half of experience help you if it can; you don’t need to struggle to figure this out alone just because I had to. 
Side note, if my profanity offends you I wish you all the best, but literally do not give a flying fuck into a rolling jam donut - Peace Out  ✌️
Unfucking Your Sleeping Space - Zen in the Art of Practicality
I know there’s a part of you that demands perfection, but tell it to get fucked. That little bastard voice has no idea what its like to be you and if getting a college certificate, a bachelors degree, and a masters degree has taught me anything its that this:
“Anything worth doing is worth doing badly” G. K. Chesterton
Is true. Seriously. Washing just your face is better than not washing, writing five bad lines is better than not writing, and half assing a cleaning day is better than wallowing in your own filth. 
Here’s how to half ass cleaning your living space in style. 
1. Take Off that Dirty Shirt and Use it as a Duster (Put a Clean One on Too, You Adorable Dumb Dumb)
Go to the bathroom, put a little water on it and use that shirt to wipe away dust, debris, and any spilled drinks, makeup, etc. This has the added benefit of making sure that you dont put that dirty ass shirt back on - don’t argue with me, I know its been on for more than a few days. 
2. Throw All Clothes From the Floor into the Washing Basket
Unless you’re at crisis point you can actually wash them another day, but get them off your damn floor so that you can see the thing. Look, isn’t that better? Take a breath, drink a glass of water - I know you just want to lie down, but we’re nearly there. 
3. Wipe the Crumbs Out of Your Bed and Spray Fabric Freshener
If you can’t face changing the sheets, take the duvet off, wipe out any crumbs, pull the sheets tight and straight again, and spray some fabric freshener, bodyspray, or hell even some perfume. Leave the duvet off while you do the next step. 
4. Put Books in the Bookcase, Magazines in a Pile, and Rubbish in the Bin/Trash
Clear your surfaces as much as possible. Books away, magazines in a pile, throw makeup into a box or bag until you can deal with organizing it, and put all rubbish/trash in a bin or bag. 
5. Open the Windows and Empty Your Bin/Trashcan
Throw those windows and curtains open and empty the bin/trashcan.  Leave the bin bag with your main bin/trashcan if you need to, just get it out of your sleep space. Once you’ve done this have another glass of water, wash your face, even if its just with handsoap and water, put the duvet back on your bed and climb back into it if you have to.
This may not solve your problems, but when you wake up to a cleaner, fresher, brighter bedroom with a clean face and shirt, the day might just seem a little more manageable. 
If you found this helpful, please consider supporting me via Ko-Fi at https://ko-fi.com/chaoschaoswriting - tips are absolutely not required, but very much appreciated. 
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charlies-gillespie · 3 years
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and they were roommates | charlie gillespie
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paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie
summary: reader and charlie are roommates and they have fallen in love with each other
length: short-ish
rating: PG-13
warnings: fluffy content, a dumb little argument, and some nsfw content (no smut but some touching and teasing)
!! NOT MY GIF !!
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author’s note: if you dont get the title of this imagine, we can’t be friends (jk)
another author’s note: psst i’m working on a two part series and part one may or may not be posted in about an hour
You wake up in the morning to hear Charlie blaring ‘Now or Never’ in the living room. You put on a large hoodie to cover up your tank top and tiny shorts before stalking out into the living room. You rub your eyes as you look at your roommate.
“Are you kidding me?” you ask, seeing that he’s actually playing ‘Now or Never’ on his electric guitar. “It is eight in the morning, Charlie.”
He looks at you and says, “I need to practice. Sorry.”
You walk over to the amp his guitar is plugged into and say, “Just practice without blowing out my eardrums, please. You don’t need an amp at eight in the morning.”
Charlie blinks at you and says, “I’m blessing your ears with my awesome guitar skills at eight in the morning. Appreciate it, Y/N.”
“I’d appreciate it more if you just turned it down a little bit,” you say, “Please?”
He smiles and says, “Only because you said please.”
“Thank you,” you say before walking up to your bedroom. You pull off the hoodie then crawl into bed and get comfortable.
After another hour, you wake up again and yawn. You sit up and see Charlie in your doorway. “Charlie?” you ask. “What are you doing here?” He’s wearing grey sweatpants with no shirt and you are caught a little off guard because he was wearing one of the Sunset Curve shirts he got.
He says, “I, uh, I was going to come wake you up but you looked peaceful so I didn’t want to wake you. I promise I wasn’t standing here and watching you sleep. Anyway, I was about to make some pancakes if you wanna come help.”
Pancakes grab your attention and you say, “I’m down for some pancakes. Let me put on my hoodie.”
Charlie says, “Yeah. Just meet me in the kitchen.” He turns to leave but he runs into the door frame. You laugh and he just walks off.
You put on the hoodie from before then leave your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You walk downstairs and see that Charlie has the pancake mix out on the counter. He’s putting water in a bowl and you walk up to him. You jam your fingers into his side playfully Charlie jumps and spills the water on himself. You gasp and step back.
He looks over at you and says, “That’s it.” Charlie throws the water in the bowl at you to get back at you.
“Charlie!” you whine. “You only got a little bit of water on you and you just soaked me. Now I have to take the hoodie off.”
Your roomie laughs and says, “So take it off, Y/N.”
As you reach down to pull off the hoodie, you say, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Gillespie.”
Charlie says, “I would.”
You pull off the hoodie and stare at Charlie. You blink at him and he quickly says, “Because you might get pancake mix on it. We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”
“Maybe you should take off the sweatpants since you got them wet too,” you say, playing at Charlie’s game.
He laughs and says, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Y/N?”
A smirk forms on your lips and you say, “Maybe I would.”
Without hesitation, Charlie pulls his sweatpants down. He’s just down to his boxers now. You’re only wearing a tank top and the tiny shorts you wore to bed last night and he’s only wearing boxers. The situation makes your mind wander to different situations that you’ve already thought of.
Charlie refills the bowl and puts it on the counter. You grab the pancake mix and pour that into the bowl filled with water. Charlie mixes as you get a pan ready. Both of you dance around the kitchen after you put on your Spotify playlist with your favorite songs. You use the spoon that Charlie used to sing into. He watches you with a smile on his face.
The two of you finish making the pancakes and you sit on the couch, watching episode 7 of Julie and the Phantoms. You watch the Perfect Harmony scene intently. Your eyes are on Charlie during the entire scene. You got to be there when he filmed that scene with Madison, and now you get to watch it whenever you want. Charlie looks good in the scene. His hair neatly done with the white button-up.
Your roommate notices how much attention your paying to the scene on the TV. Charlie teases, “You can never keep your eyes off me, can you?”
“You wish,” you scoff, getting off the couch. You walk into the kitchen to throw your plate away and wash the bowl and the pan that you used to make the pancakes.
As you hum Perfect Harmony to yourself, you feel someone come up behind you. You ignore it because you know it’s Charlie. He pulls your hair away from your neck and he says, “I can never keep my eyes off you, Y/N.”
Where is this coming from all of a sudden? You have no idea, but you don’t mind it. You’ve always to be this close to Charlie. Maybe not when you just ate pancakes and haven’t brushed your teeth yet, but you’ve wanted to be this close to Charlie for so long.
You feel Charlie’s fingers run down your side and he mumbles, “No matter how hard I try, I can’t keep my eyes off you.”
“What are you going to do about it?” you ask, turning off the water and turning around, facing Charlie. You stare up into his eyes as you’re pressed against the counter.
Charlie leans down a little bit and runs his fingers up over your stomach and your breasts. You shiver a bit as he touches you. “Charlie,” you whisper.
He cups your face in his hands. “God, will you just kiss me already?” you say kind of aggressively.
That’s what Charlie does. His lips crash to yours and hungrily move against yours. Charlie lifts you up so you’re sitting on the counter by the sink, your legs wrapped around his waist. All the tension that’s ever built between the two of you melts away as you kiss the man you’ve loved for a while now.
And little do you know that Charlie’s felt the same way about you since you showed up to set on day one.
You pull back from the kiss and look at Charlie. Both of you breathless from the kiss. You run your fingers through his hair and say, “Now’s a good a time as any to tell you that I’ve loved you for months.”
Charlie smiles and pecks your lips. “I’ve loved you since day one, Y/N.”
A breathy laugh escapes your lips and you ask, “What happens now?”
“How about I take you on a proper date?” Charlie asks.
You smile and nod. “I like the sound of that,” you tell him.
Then he brings his lips to yours again, but carrying you to the couch to continue the little makeout session between you two. Now that you have kissed him, you don’t know how you’ll ever stop.
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quietmyfearswith · 3 years
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sparse sleep ; syverson x fem!reader
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status — completed oneshot
word count —1,972 words
summary — in which syverson has trouble sleeping.
warnings —swear words, fluff?? mentions ptsd and war things, angst?? insomia, implied smut, sleeping (literal sleeping) with strangers (thats dangerous please dont do that)
pairing — syverson x fem!reader
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“Shit! I’m so sorry,” Sy apologized as he accidentally spilled his drink on a woman who was sitting by the bar; his eyes lifted from the stain his drink made on her velvet dress to her eyes. Wow she looks beautiful, he thought as his mouth hung agape and he struggled to formulate words. “It’s alright,” She reassured him and chuckled at his panic, “I trust it was just an accident?”
It took him a few seconds before foolishly nodding his head, “It was, I’m sorry,” He pointed to the gathering crowd behind him that were rushing to get out to the balcony, “I was being pushed around by all these people.” It was a mere ten minutes before the new year approached them.
“Ah, well I don’t know about them but I’m not too keen on the fireworks,” She stated as she paid her bill. This lured Sy in as he hasn’t met a lot of people who disliked fireworks like he did, “You don’t like fireworks too? How come?”
She shook her head as she stood up from the chair, “Well just one of the reasons is that it bothers a lot of dogs.”
“My dog hates the fireworks too!” He said, too excited and he had to clear his throat as he began to walk along with her, “‘Tis the reason why I chose a hotel room with soundproof walls, or so they say.” Waiting for the elevator, she cooed at the mention of his furry companion; she was too excited that she couldn't help herself from asking, “Do you mind if I see your dog? Only if it’s alright, of course.”
The elevator let out a soft chime, Sy gestured for her to step in first and she did, “Sure!” He entered his own floor number and smirked smugly at her, “You sure this isn’t some devious plan of yours to lure me in and seduce me?”
She could feel her heart beat increase as she shook her head and slapped a hand to his pec, “No! Excuse you I just happen to love dogs so much, okay?” The former captain could feel the nervousness start to sink in as the elevator didn’t play out instrumental music; shifting his weight between his feet, he took a good look at her face as she was looking on her phone with a slight frown.
“What got you pouting over there like a heartbroken child?”
His Texan accent was thick when he said that sentence that it had her laughing softly as she chucked her phone into the back pocket of her denim jeans, “Where’s that accent from?”
“Texas; you from there?” She shook her head as she told him where she was originally from. The soft elevator chime informed them they were on the Captain’s floor. Taking charge, Sy exited first and his one hand pressed against the elevator doors, giving Y/N enough time to step out of the cold box. “Are all Texans a gentleman like you? Or is it just you?”
A deep chuckle erupted from his chest as he reached for his hotel key card in his back pocket once they were in front of his hotel room door, “Some are as dastardly as they come, while some clean up their act only to impress the ones they’re courting.”
As he opened the door, he gestured for her to enter first and she did with a smile; upon closing the door behind him, they both could hear Aika’s excited  barks coming from the bathroom. “You might want to sit first on the bed, I’m gonna get her out.”
“Taking me to bed already? Naughty Texan you are,” Her flirty remark had the both of them laughing, but she happily skipped and sat on the bed as she patiently waited for the dog.
“And this is Aika,” Sy announced as the German Shepherd patiently and in a disciplined manner walked beside him; it was impressive to Y/N how the cute pooch was, despite her excitement — which was visible with her wagging her tail vigorously — she was still staying beside him before being given permission to approach her.
“You can go ahead and pet her,” Sy nodded as he sat on the floor beside Aika. With that signal, she knelt down and proceeded to scratch the space between her ears as she greeted, “Hi Aika, how are you?”
Sy looked with adoration as the girl giggled out loud when her face was being smothered and licked by Aika’s tongue, “Alright easy now, girl,” He tried pushing Aika to him; but to no avail the female dog seemed to have preferred his new found friend more as she plopped herself onto her lap and nuzzled to her.
“It seems like she might have chosen over you,” She observed as she stroked her fur with a smile; “I can’t blame her for doing so; I would have chosen you too, you know?”
His remark had her eyes widening and shock and she could feel the heat rushing up to her cheeks, “I don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you on my lap, Sy.” It was the first time he heard say her name and he felt this tremble inside him — due to all his years in the military, he mistook the feeling for something of fear while he was out in the battlefield — but really it was just butterflies floating around in his stomach.
“Well doesn’t have to be sitting on your lap, you could sit on mine you know?” He threw in a wink to mask his nervousness. Biting her lip, she gently jostled Aika off her lap and moved to sit beside him, until the outside of both their thighs were grazing against each other, “Let’s start off like this first and see where we go from here, yeah?”
“I’m fine with that,” He grinned at her, he checked on his wrist watch and noticed how they were a minute away from welcoming the new year, “Last sixty seconds of this year and it’s giving me a gift as a way to end and start the new year’s.”
Loving the sound of that, she took a bold move to sit on his lap, he tilted his head up to look at her as she was caressing his bearded cheek, “How ‘bout we welcome the new year with a kiss then?”
Instead of verbally responding, he took charge and slanted his lips with hers; pleased with what he did both her hands ran across the short trims of his hair while his large, warm hands circled around her waist.
The loud countdown by the people counting down the last ten seconds could be heard, but both of them could only focus on the feel and taste of each other. As their lips danced together, they both could feel the rumbling sound of the fireworks, they felt a dog snuggle in between them.
Breaking away from the kiss they both turned their attention to the sweet furball; Sy cooed at her while he was rubbing her head lovingly, “It’s okay, girl. We’re here, we won’t let the fireworks harm you okay?”
It was abordable to see how snuggly the pooch was, they giggled among each other while they brushed her fur lovingly. Sy moved her body around so her back was to his chest, whereas AIka settled her head into her lap; it had only been less than a few hours before they had met each other, they both felt safe and at peace with each other.
“She’s so adorable, how long has she been with you?” She found it odd how the collar she had did not contain a name tag. “Been together for almost three years now, she’s an army dog.”
With that information, she turned to face him, “Are you a veteran?” He nodded with a tight-lipped smile. Her hands left Aika’s fur and turned fully to hug him, rubbing the wide expanse of his back, “Thank you for your service, Sy.”
Part of him found her reaction quite silly, but at the same time no one has expressed such sincere gratitude to him and the fact that it came from her warmed his heart even more. “Well I had to make the world safe for you now, don’t I, love?”
Removing his tight hug around him, she jokingly shoved his shoulders but smirked otherwise. “So what are your plans now that you and Aika,” She pet the dog once more to remind her that they were here for her, “Have retired from active duty?”
“Gonna be training newly recruited soldiers — gives great pay and benefits, so I thought why not?” She pouted and tilted her head as her fingers ran around the hair that was by the nape of his neck. “Maybe try to get some sleep for once.”
“You have trouble sleeping? Do you have nightmares?”
Sy nodded sadly as he bit his bottom lip, “Not really nightmares, moreso flashbacks of all the explosions and killings.” He took a deep breath before continuing his recount of his sleepless nights, “Part of the reason why I don’t like fireworks, really. They remind me of when I was back in Iraq.”
The feeling of the pad of her fingers felt great along his skin, prompting him to open up more and let down his walls. Disconnecting his gaze from Aika and onto her eyes allowed him to see orbs of hope and love. “I’m sorry to hear that, Sy. You’re so brave for having to get over the terrors that keep you up at night.”
“Maybe if I had someone to hold me, I wouldn’t have trouble sleeping.”
The captain was only joking, but she didn’t hesitate when offering, “Well I could hug you to sleep at night, test that strategy of yours?” He looked at her with bewilderment, “You’d sleep — not the euphemism — with a man you just met?”
Shrugging her shoulders, she pursed her lips, “I’ll take my chances with you, Sy. But I don’t think you’re the type to lure women and kill them in their sleep now, are you?”
He chuckled and pecked her lips softly, “Well damn am I glad that you’re taking your chance on this Texan captain. I can lend you some clothes so you can dress up?”
She nodded and stood up, offering her hands to him which he gratefully took as he stood up. Silently, he handed her clothes and guided her to the bathroom, allowing her to dress and freshen up first. Once she was done with her routine, she then exited the bathroom and told Sy it was now his turn to change. As the captain was changing into more comfortable clothes, Y/N had been petting Aika and humoring her.
“Are you ready to sleep now?” He smiled as he leaned against the wall as he was watching the lovely scene in front of him.
“I am, and I do hope you get to sleep well.”
There was the warm feeling in his chest and stomach again; instead of addressing it internally, he just picked Y/N up from the floor and laid them both down on the wide bed. “Show off,” She remarked as she cuddled up into him — her arms wrapping around his wide frame as her legs tangled with his.
“Happy new year, by the way,” She said after a few moments of silence after they were cuddling. Nodding to himself, Sy pressed a tender kiss on her shoulder before greeting her back, “Oh it will be, love.”
And that night did prove his theory right, that he does sleep better with someone holding him. But that wasn’t the only reason as to why he wanted to keep her in his life for a long time.
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theredsuzuran · 3 years
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Douma x reader - Innocence
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Took me a long time to upload a new content am so sorry for the delay I was really busy with school assignments therefore I cannot manage the time to write. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors on my behalf, I hope you enjoy.
Warning : Dark themes like gore, blood and violence, degradation and swearing, mature content.
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The moon shone brightly above the sky as it's light leak through the branches illuminating the famous building of the eternal paradise cult. A new set of followers rushed into the dwelling in hopes of fulfilling their selfish desires, diminishing their agonies and enriching their possessions. However a particular human with her tattered kimono seem not to be interested to convey anything although the people around her would die to witness even a glimpse of the charismatic leader as for now she was busy running along the wide long corridors
The sound of thumping footsteps echoed throughout the building as a herd of followers attempted on catching the miscreant who disrupted the peaceful atmosphere prevailing over the supreme cult. The already annoyed and frustrated people were all worked up to catch the energetic human who on the other hand have thoughts of escaping this place they called paradise. If only she was careful enough to notice her mother's strange behavior soon as they entered the place but how can you possibly blame an innocent little girl like her, or so she thought. Afraid she might lose sight of her treacherous mother who abandoned her just moments ago she desparety stumbled her way out although that didn't concerned her simple thinking process but that's exactly how complicated the situation was.
Turning one last time to look behind if those weird people were still following her or not when suddenly she bumped into a Tall muscular figure standing infront of her soft delicate frame she must have missed him approaching while focusing on looking behind. "Please just leave me alone!" The girl fumed coherently still overwhelmed by the amount of people rushing towards her like waves something that she was not accustomed with as for eighteen years she lived indoors interacting rarely with anyone and playing with dolls most of the time.
"Watch your tongue brat" one of the men standing beside the tall man spoke with disgust hinted in his voice. "Crouch down you insolent woman, where's your gratitude it's because of lord Douma's benevolence that you are still here or you'd be rotting in the street thanks to your mother", the people around her started whispering and murmuring behind her back but she was not bother since her senses were filled with newfound wrath how dare they insult your angel like mother? No longer able to contain your anger you shouted with tears "Then take me to my mother, I don't want to stay here alone".
"Your mother abandoned you here so shut up and deal with it, now move your way for master" the man grunted irritatedly motioning the other followers to grab her and take her away.
"No don't touch me" she wiggled under their grip rushing towards douma blocking him from entering the room by grabbing his arm tightly "I am not going anywhere until I know where my mother is" she cried loudly making the demon flinch with surprise, how pitiful the creature looked in his polychromatic eyes. He have seen many humans crying before him for obvious reasons which honestly have become his monotonous routine but somehow this girl acted quite weird being her age, interesting him enough to investigate. As he was about to speak the man beside him pushed the girl hashly making her lose her balance and fall on the wooden floor.
"How dare you touch master with your filthy hands bitch" he lift his hand to slap her tight in the face but someone grabbed his wrist just in time to save the girl from further humiliation.
"Silence" all the questioning glances, judging looks and whispering stopped at once as douma spoke nonchalantly making the latter shiver in regret.
"I am sorry douma sama" the man uttered in pure horror having no intentions to displease his beloved lord. "I was-"
"I don't want to see that happen again, understood?" He replied coldly still maintaining his wide smile as the previous chaos shifted into complete hush. The man lowered his head down with shame nodding silently. Douma averted his attention and glanced at the figure underneath making the girl jolt a bit but his once frightening demeanor changed into a cheerful and optimistic one in matter of second upon seeing her.
"Please take her to my chamber and treat her wounds" the man clapped with a wide grin plastered on his face. A group of female servants came rushing to help picking her up. The girl being too bewildered did not protested and simply follow his tone as if she was hypnotized by his neatly decorated persona.
The girl was immediately taken away without delay and as per douma he needed to attend his cult duties. First of all she was washed and changed into a beautiful kimono as soon as she stepped inside, then she was escorted into a room filled with antiques and lavish items which she have never seen. Her face lit up with fascination as she began venturing those decorative pieces.
"Looks like you have ease down a bit, good good" A familiar tone struck in her ears startling her a bit only to turn back and view the handsome cult leader although it was a bit strange because she did not heard anyone approaching.
"Aww did I scared you?" He laughed covering his face with golden fans.
"No I was just- you came in without a warning, I was taken aback" she explained blushing trying her best not to act immature to which douma laughed uncontrollably as he found this human's expression adorable say entertaining in his words.
"D-dont laugh at me" she pouted crossing her arms in the attempt.
"I am sorry (y/n), you really amuse me" he replied still grinning. However there was a moment of awkward silence between them as he uttered her name abruptly.
"I didn't tell you my name.." after a long pause she replied to him with a confuse look in her face.
"I know everyone's name who are living under my supervision including yours besides what kind of cult leader I am if I don't have basic information about my fellow followers. Oh look I have been talking to you without giving the chance to let you talk my bad" he laughed again waving his fans creating another awkward situation. Causing you to sweatdrop on his remark.
"Say (y/n) how old are you?" to which she replied enthusiastically "I am 8 years old and will turn 9 soon"
"Ah you don't look like one" douma grinned closing his eyes in the process.
"Yeah I get that a lot" she remarked shyly.
"Your mother is one of my followers" he continued
"Really?" her eyes sparked with hope as she approached douma with anticipation grabbing his arms for the second time starling him, she really like holding hands eh? he have experiences like that but somehow this girl made him feel different so he allowed her but then she stopped halfway through her words "I really miss her it's been a week since she left me here" her voice dropped with sadness.
Douma felt no sympathy for humans or anything as such, he have learned to fake his emotions from a very tender age eversince he was born to the extent that even seeing his mother killing her husband mercilessly failed to evoke feelings within. He clearly did not understand what she was feeling he just stared at her with a blank expression only to replace it quickly with a grim look even faking few tears. "(Y/n) chan you know its okay you will still have me" he patted the girl in an attempt to comfort her.
"Friends?" (Y/n) replied between her tears.
"If that's how you want us to be" douma smiled at her gently shocking himself for a second because he didn't think of smiling?
Things escalated soon after that incident, (y/n) was a kind and compassionate person from inside and out and in not time the cult followers started loving her presence. As often douma would let her accompany him and most of the time she stayed by his side following him everywhere and he didn't mind that at all moreover he appreciated her company. (Y/n) was like a fresh bud to him who depicted innocence and purity he loved spoiling her with expensive gifts yet she never showed signs of greediness and genuinely appreciated his thoughtfulness slowly forgetting the past life she was in and cherishing her friendship with douma. At first she was reluctant and didn't like getting so much attention but in the course of time she bonded better with everyone and was quite content with the life she was leading. As for douma he began to depend on (y/n) to the point that not seeing her face for even one day would make him go insane and he didn't understand why not like he want to because all he cared about was how she made him feel so many varieties of pleasant emotions he wish he could feel. Eating her was out of context.
However all good things must come to an end for he is someone to not rest in peace after the sin he have committed for centuries. Seeing douma paying her more attention, spoiling her with a ravish lifestyle and even letting her stay by his side all the time made some of his cult members terribly envious they wanted to punish her for taking their chances of stealing the spotlight. There was this one room that he forbade his followers to enter for obvious reasons and specifically for (y/n) because he didn't want to repeat the same mistake. This was exactly what they wanted (y/n) to do break the rules and Douma's trust. Like that there would be no more favouritism on her with others.
"Ah (y/n), there you are" one of the female member approached her one fine morning.
"Yes how may I help you?" She asked cheerfully
"Lord douma have asked for your presence in the forbidden room tonight and he said its urgent"
"Aren't we all prohibited to go inside"
"Oh (y/n) it's true master have arrived today and he wants your presence"
Upon hearing that news her heart elated with happiness, it has been two weeks since he last saw douma around and she missed him but something felt off about the whole situation douma always sees (y/n) first before tending his followers then why did he not come meet her did he not miss her like she did?
She was lost in her thoughts until she found two hands waving and snapping infort of her face.
"Don't be late, okay?" With that said the female hurried back into other room leaving (y/n) behind even though the situation seem kinda odd maybe douma was busy afterall.
At night (y/n) went into the restricted area. She stood infront of the shoji door in absolute dilemma debating whether or not to enter the room or go back. There was her desire of meeting douma on one hand and not breaking his trust by entering the room on the other. In the end she decided not to but as she was turning back she heard someone grunting in pain behind the closed doors being a compassionate person, she decided to open the door and enter into the darkness adjusting her eyes in the process, a pungent smell hit her nostrils making her cover her mouth and to her absolute terror the scene infront of her made her puke in disgust.
A pile of Mutilated bodies, mostly women laid around lifelessly on the blood stained tatami mattress. Many having no limbs, some headless and organs missing from their body as if someone had ate all of that. The whole room was a mess full of unfortunate people. She felt sick and began crawling down her way back from the corpses. However she felt a tight grip on her left foot upon looking down she witness the sight of a woman her intestines oozing out of her stomach begging for help. (Y/n) stood there perplexed unable to say anything chocking through tears.
"I told you not to come here, why?" (Y/n) turned her head violently to see douma standing in a distance his countenance cold and sinister evident that he was highly displeased upon seeing his innocent flower disobeying his instructions.
"It's not... like... what you see" (y/n) cried fearfully but douma didn't seem to buy it well in a blink of an eye she found herself in Douma's arms as he aggressively dragged her out of the room.
"What's going on douma" no word came out from the usual lively douma.
"It's hurting me your grip" no reply again to which she forcefully tried to stand still with all her strength. This time douma stopped his features hidden under his bangs making her unable to figure the expression he was carrying.
"Is this why douma forbade us to enter the room" no reply
"Are you responsible for murdering those innocent people?" No reply
"DOUMA" she shouted
"Why you want to join them?" Douma finally looked at her his eyes glowing dangerously proving his existence to be something unnatural. (Y/n's) eyes widen at his remarks as tears rolled down her visage.
"I hate you.." she murmured
"What?" He tilted his head letting his guard down a bit at her hurtful comments.
"I HATE YOU" she pushed douma roughly and flew from the place running deep into the forest for she knew who he was and what he is capable of doing. Tearing down she constantly reminisce the moments she shared but she cannot allow herself to sympathize his heinous crimes. Why is it that the people I love are always taken away from me? She thought. Exhausted from running she halted in order to catch her breath while glancing back to see if he was following, there was no one indeed so a sudden feeling of relief gushed in her body. However turning her head back she saw him standing inches apart from her face which made her shiver and fall onto the knees.
"Why are you running away from me (y/n)" he said apatheticly his head lowered at her level. She did not reply and stayed quite.
"Is it true that you don't love me after all the things I did for you?" Covering his face with one hand his eyes glowing under the moonlight a look of dejection written on his face. There was complete silence in the forest except the sound of rustling trees.
"Answer me" holding her face now firmly he growled making her flinch under his breath. In one last desperate attempt (y/n) tried to stab douma with a tree branch she found laying on the ground but unfortunately douma was faster and easily dodged the attack and in a swift motion he hit her with immense strength causing her fragile little body to tremble in pain as she coughed mucus mixed with blood.
"How foolish of you" he crouched down her height staring intensely at the quivering figure of the miserable girl. As for (y/n) her body ached but more was the tightness in the chest that she was experiencing in the moment.
He pulled her by the hair roughly making her scream in pain although at this point all she could manage with her cracking voice were inaudible screams.
"Why did you disobey me? (Y/n)..." who knew beneath that friendly kind face was hiding a undeniably deadly and calculative demon and at this point it was clear for her that he was anything but human.
"Who are you?" these few words manage to escape from her shaky lips in between low grunts.
"I am the leader of the eternal paradise cult"
"Wrong" to which he tightened his grip making her shriek again.
"You humans are so dumb believing in the existence of primordial deities where in reality its just a myth, a fairytale, created for pleasuring the sufferings of mere human. Being superior than you mortals I wanted to make these pitiful existence happy and that's why I was born and what you saw there" his lips curved into a cheeky smile revealing his deadly fangs creeping the shit out of the already scared girl. "I eat them so that they can always be with me and attain salvation" a sinister laughter escape from his mouth as he covered it with his golden fans. (Y/n) unable to process the new sets of information knots formed in her stomach making her sick in the guts.
"I ate your mother too, oh she was ungrateful after all the things I did to her just like you" protruding her eyes with pure shock she felt her veins popping out and blood boiling in pure rage.
"You are a monster, you think your stupid morals would persuade people to think like you do, I despise you douma I thought we were friends and you took away the one I cherished the most?"
"You think your mother loved you?" Douma snapped. The duality of this was man was insane, all the things he does or says are plastic.
"She never cared for your life, you want to know why? I will tell you since you insist" douma dragged her out of forest holding a fistful of her hair tightly inflicting great discomfort to the girl while he continued with his harsh statements and deliberate insults.
"You were just a burden, behaving like a fucking child with the alluring body of yours"
"No my mother promised me..she would protect me.. you are lying"
"While you were crying everyday inside my shrine that lowly woman enjoyed her life indulging in adultery with various cult members leaving her sick husband and mentally retarded daughter in the dark" every word he uttered spread vemon into her ears.
"Still she wanted more and more and more, what a greedy whore" douma continued.
"Do you know how much difficult it was for me to control myself around you? While you sway your hips and act innocently making those hungry men lust over you, how much dumb can you be?"
"What do you mean I don't understand.. douma"
"I did everything I can for you yet you remain ungrateful, disrespectful? Well guess its runs in your blood and I thought you are innocent but it turns out that you are just like the rest of them, naive"
Her eyes widened with every hurtful remarks he made about her and she did not understand why she felt that way shouldn't she be resentful towards him for killing her beloved mother but here she is weeping constantly because douma was treating her like he never did before.
"But that's fine (y/n) I can not bring myself to hurt you I love you and we shall always be together whether you like it or not" nothing reached in her ears anymore as her body grew numb. Her eyes shut as she carried the unbearable pain in her heart slowly loosing consciousness and remaining sanity.
It would have been easier if she died but alas a mere human like her is doomed at his mercy.
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captnjacksparrow · 3 years
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Hello!! Well this came to my mind and would be interesting to put into words.
Something that her fans were right is that she hadn't to accept Rock Lee's confession and love. For them a No was No, which is hilarious becase their princess didnt do this with sasuke lol but anyway. After Lee saves Sakura in Death Forest, she changes her attitude towards him and started to be nice , she even defends him when Naruto said something aboout bushy-eyebrows. Even more, i dont actually remember scenes where she is rude against him after that incident in the forest. She tried to encouraged him and most of the time she was "nice" with Lee. In the Hospital in part 1 she was going to visit Sasuke and she also thought of Lee, so she gifted him some flowers too.
-All of this I speak from the anime canon, manga i dont remember tbh. Also in movies I remember her being nice with Lee too- So, what's my point and question? Why is she so bitchy towards Naruto? While she is nice -or try to- with Lee (which he fucking deserves this treatment of course) , why she is still so ungraceful towards Naruto? Naruto saved her much more times than Lee, but still she can be nice with him. I get that when you are confident with someone, you tend to "insult" more lets say. But i get that feel when naruto is around of shikamaru or the other guys. We know how he and Sasuke treat each other ♥ But still, i dont get this with Sakura. Even more, did she ever defend Naruto? From other people I mean. If she could change her attitude for Lee, being almost a good friend.
I always think about this @melody-of-lost-souls 🤔🤔🤔.... Why is she bitchy towards Naruto alone??
There is this hard fact that every author with just half a braincell knows, that is, 'IF YOU WANT A CHARACTER TO BE LIKEABLE, MAKE IT BEHAVE NICER TOWARDS THE MAIN CHARACTER'.
To be honest, I started to like Sasuke because of that very fact 'He was extremely nice towards Naruto in his own way' and later I started to adore him because of his own backstory. But the first spark was because of Episode 3, Orphan insult scene.
It seems Kishi never had that intention to make Sakura be an honest friend with Naruto even in The Last movie. So, ummm.... Yup.
Like you said, Sakura changed her attitude towards Lee and she encouraged him when he was wounded after fighting Gaara. But anyways, she again went onto being a bitch in the Kage Summit Arc, by leaving Lee on the road without any care!!! So... That's what you can expect from her🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ But that's not the point of this post. Is it??
Point to be noted : Sasuke and Naruto insulting each other shows their comfort level with each other. Sakura harassing Naruto is not the same thing. Never.
I think she spoke for Naruto before Sasuke twice. One, In the forest of the Death. Two, Under the Bridge. But it doesn't matter.
She should've defended Naruto from Sasuke's attacks in Orochimaru hideout like Sai.
She should've worried about Naruto's wounds after Naruto came back like an Egyptian Mummy from fighting in VoTE in part 1. Instead she was worried about Sasuke alone.
She should've fought Sasori for Naruto's safety sake instead of getting information about Sasuke.
She should’ve stayed with Naruto when he went with Karui to deal with Sasuke’s Akatsuki activities. 
She should've stood up for Naruto in her final confession like 'Sasuke-kun, if you touch Naruto, I'll have to kill you eventhough I love you'... Yeah, she wouldn't stand a chance against Sasuke. But her character would've shined a lot.
So, Nope. She defending Naruto couple of times but letting him down countless other times doesn't matter.
WHY SAKURA TREATS NARUTO BADLY ?
After thinking about all the possibilities,
SOCIAL STATUS OF NARUTO
Sakura is the reflection of the Villagers' mindset. That is, The object of Hatred who should be treated like pest.
She definitely gave me that vibe in Episode 3. She literally treated him like a plague and I wanted to slap her so hard ever since. But even after the Pain Arc, I mean after Naruto became a Hero by making peace with Nagato, she still behaved like a Worst Bitch.
If she truly represents the social dynamics of the Villagers, she should have become a good friend like Shikamaru or Neji long back. But she didn’t.
So, we can safely eliminate this possibility.
SAKURA THINKS NARUTO IS 'THIRDWHEELING'
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Well, This is from Chapter 3. So, I think whenever Sakura makes a move on Sasuke, Naruto accidentally comes in between her one-sided ‘duck dreams’ and spoil her party. It seems this has been going on for a long time. So, she just hates him for that. 
I found this ‘coming between’ thing twice in part 1. The first time was when Naruto stole the ‘First Kiss’ of Sasuke.
Second time was when Naruto was about to fight Gaara.
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Here, Sakura was fretting over Sasuke’s cursed Seal and when Naruto asked her a question, she responded with a ‘Devil Face’. I mean is there any need to get angry at this time? There’s a monster standing before them and all she worries about is her poor ‘Sasuke-Kun’ and not even bothered about her surroundings, because Naruto will do the dirty job. All she can do is touch and worry about Sasuke. 
Well, In reality she is the one coming between them and she never realized that. What a self-absorbed Trash!!!
SAKURA IS JEALOUS
Naruto receives something from Sasuke that she never got from him, not until the very end and even today. That is, Attention. 
I noticed this in the Manga. Surprisingly, I guess none of the SNS bloggers brought this very cute panel up for discussion. It’s not in the Anime though!! 
This is from Chapter 3 page 6. (Geez!!!! Chapter 3 is a Gold Mine for SNS)
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As you see Sakura was watching Sasuke up close like a Fruit Cake. It seems, Sasuke doesn’t give 2 fucks about her or anyone!!!
Now Let’s go back to Page 5 and see what happened earlier.
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Naruto has been intensely throwing knives from his eyes. And you know what!!! Sasuke noticed it and asked him ‘What?’. To which Naruto asks, ‘What do you mean what?’. LOLLLLLL.
This is their First official conversation in the Manga.😍😍😍😍😍
Sakura looking at him with love doesn’t get any reaction and Naruto’s angry stare get his attention. Well, this is not an one time occurrence!!
In the Same chapter, it occurred again
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This panel screams, ‘Why pay attention to Naruto, when he is not here?’. Kishi established this dynamics in freaking Chapter 3 and it never changed towards the end. LOLLL.
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Even during Chakra Training, Sakura climbed the tree very easily in the hopes that Sasuke would appreciate her or notice her with admiration. But he was never bothered about her achievements even by a bit, but he paid attention to Naruto when he found out he was slowly catching up to him🤭🤭🤭.
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I always find this scene very funny and cute because just like before, Naruto throws Daggers at him visually and Sasuke was like, ‘What did I do this time?’. 😍😍😍
And this is after getting the pass to participate in Chunin Exams
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Well, I don’t have to add the scenes from Orochimaru Hideout, Bridge scene and War Arc, Do I?
And the best part is Sakura knew that Naruto gets his attention. So, her jealousy is probably the reason for her to treat him so badly. Just like how she treats Ino. Since Naruto plays dunce in front of her, she takes advantage of it and used him like a Tooth Brush.
This is also one of the reason for her to treat him badly.
Because Lee never came in between Sakura and Sasuke. It was Naruto, the whole time. And that's why she was like a bitch to Naruto.
Kishimoto in his own words,
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I mean, Come On!!!, Sakura is nothing compared to Naruto's power level, strength or jutsu varieties to consider him as a rival in these departments. Still she is considering Naruto as her rival.
In what????
The only thing that connects them is their obsession towards Sasuke's Acknowledgement. And Kishi himself is hinting at a love triangle with Sasuke as the central figure.
Does it means Naruto also loves Sasuke and Sakura was jealous of it???🤔🤔🤔🤭🤭🤭🤭.
Well, that makes more sense. 😂😂😂. Because I can think of no other reason for her to be a bitch towards Naruto.
Curse You, Kishimoto!!!!!!
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spideymarvelws · 3 years
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Finding Peace
C!Technoblade x GN!Reader
Series Summary : All Techno has ever known is blood and war, in a world unknown to most. All you’ve ever known is a small village, that houses a mystical monument that  as something more. Curiosity always held the reputation of killing those who acted upon it, but for you, following it only sent you down a series of events that lead you to the lands of the Dream SMP and into the arms of the blood god.
A/n : Uhhh i think its pretty obvious who this is about but lets pretend we dont 😀the beginning is going to be a little slow, Techno doesnt come in until chapter two and chapter one it just introducing the reader and stoof but yh! Feedback and comments always appreciated 🥰
Chapter Warnings : Pretty angsty, argument between partners
Word Count : 1.1k
SERIES MASTERLIST / Send me an ask if you want to be tagged in the series :D
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♔ Prologue ♔
“He won’t be safe here.” The man spoke sternly, his accent strong and thick but with the slight crack that matched the tears forming in his eyes. Usually it was something she adored, hearing the  foreign language fall from his tongue with such intensity. She’s never heard anything like it, the fire and emotion that could be expressed through someone's words without violence or blood, or the genuine softness without gifts and meaningful touches.
But right then his words only brought dread and pain, stabbing her in the heart with every syllable. They weren’t like the stories he told her from his book full of fairy tales, the stories of princes and princesses, and fairies and mermaids. They weren’t like the random facts and myths he got lost in while venturing the fields or caves.
This was something real, something true.
Something that might tear down her world in one swift movement if she didn’t make the right choices.
“You must take him back with you!” he cried, “If he’s left here the people will have him burnt at the stake before sunrise.”
“As safe as he is here, he is in there.” she snapped back, grunted lowly under her breath, “He won’t last a day, I don’t have the materials to keep him safe.”
“Then let’s find them!” he exclaimed desperately, “Sneak into the mines and gather them ourselves! We already have the food, the water, if the only thing you need is gold-”
“-And iron, and diamonds, much more that the entire village could muster in a day.” her jaw clenched at his words, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she had to, for the sake of her family and for herself.
She didn’t have magic powers or special spells that could help her. The weapons on her back could only do so much. She was backed into a corner, facing the consequences of her reckless actions. But she came to an agreement with that a long time ago, she knew her past would catch up to her eventually, but she never thought it would happen so soon. 
And she didn’t take into consideration the close bonds she would make along the way. She knew she would meet people, rude and harsh people along with good and generous ones. Never did she think she would find one that would take her heart.
“I’m sure we could at least get something more than what we have-”
“Darling.” She needed to stop him, she needed to make him understand the situation they were forced into, the situation she brought upon them. 
“I could do some quick trading, I’m sure the swords smith must be up at this hour-”
“Darling-”
“If we try, I'm sure of it, we could get everything. It may seem impossible but we’ve done the impossible before!”
“There isn’t enough time!” she shouted, banging her fist against the wall in a fit of rage. Pain shot up her arm and she let it, she let it take over and for a spit second it took over the sadness and fear clouding her mind, replacing it with something much more bearable. Something she was used to.
She felt the presence of her husband behind her, his hand moving to rest on her shoulder, a gesture meant to calm her down. Her head fell naturally against his cold skin, nuzzling into it with her eyes closed, focusing on his touch.
“Honey-”
“Don’t-” she choked a sob, “Don’t call me that... Not now.”
“Sorry, sorry,” He mumbled, moving his hand to her cheek. She turned around to face the man in front of her, pointy ears twitching at the touch.
“Trust me.” She whispered, placing her hand over her lover’s, “Please. This is the best thing we could do.”
She could see the conflict happening behind his eyes as they moved back and forth between hers. It was a lot to ask of him, to trust someone who brought all of this on him in the first place. But she had a plan, as shaky as it was, she had faith that it would work.
That the universe wasn’t that cruel.
She had to believe it. For him and for her son.
He finally sighed, leaning in and gently kissing her forehead, letting his lips linger, “Okay love, I will.” 
“Mama? Dada?” a squeaky voice sounded from the door, snapping the couple out of their anguish.
Their son stood by the entrance, on hand rested lightly on the frame while the other clutched a small stuffed baby pig. By the haunted look and his face and shaky frame, she already knew what might have happened to wake him up.
“Is it the voices again?”
The child sniffed, clutching on to the stuffed animal, keeping it close to his chest, “They- they wouldn’t stop shouting,”
She gave a knowing glance to her husband, letting him handle their son while she continued to pack her things into her beaten up satchel. With every item she stuffed into a small space, she felt her body hunch over more and more, her hand shooting to the wall for support. 
It hurt. Every bone in her body told her to stay, told her that she was leaving a life behind that was worth living, that was worth everything. But if she needed to protect her everything, she needed to leave it behind. It was a mistake, it was always a mistake but she was too stubborn to admit it. Creatures like her didn’t deserve a perfect life, her son was proof of that.
While she loved him with all her heart, he was born with something she couldn’t protect him from. A curse meant to spite her for her actions. A curse of no silence, the curse of blood lust that could never be satiated. She saw the way his eyes lit up every time she took him out hunting or the rage that happened behind them when one of the villagers made a comment on her unusual hair colour.
He wasn’t born for the world, he was born for chaos. 
He was born from chaos.
“Are you coming?” her husband sounded, their son clinging to his chest, “He was always a mama’s boy, no matter how much he’s clinging to me right now.”
She smiled at his joke, eyes drawn to her son’s wide, gold eyes staring back at her with nothing but awe and happiness. Her job was to make sure that it stayed on his face for most of his life, that he was safe. And as his parent and that’s what she was going to do, whether it killed her or not.
And for now, she would keep him safe by lulling him to sleep.
“Of course.” She walked over, snuggling her nose to the child’s forehead before placing a soft kiss to the skin, “Where's your crown mister?”
He giggled, tucking his face into his father’s chest, “On my bedside with Steve,” his voice lowered to a whisper, “He’s protecting it for me.” 
“Oh is he now?” She teased, ruffling his soft pink hair, “Well let’s give him some company hmm?”
He smiled but she could see the pain behind his eyes to do so. The sight broke her heart but she didn’t linger on it. Instead, she took him into her arms, letting him bury his head into the crook of her neck, following her husband as he led them back to his bedroom, forgetting about the horrors of her life for just a little bit longer.
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snootsnoot-fiction · 3 years
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I Heart You
Pairing: Denny Duquette x reader
Warnings: Mention of death, reference to sex (this was meant to be an aftercare fic but turned into general fluff mostly)
A/n: This is another birthday gif for @lemonboy-milo​ its officially been a year since i wrote my first ever fic as well, all for this gay boi, I hope your day is as good as can be
Summary: Denny can finally really look after you since his surgery...
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It had been a long, and difficult few months to say the least. A heart transplant was no small feet. Nor was everything that came after. There was always a chance of the host body rejecting a new organ.
You were scared for weeks after Denny’s operation. You were more than grateful for his second chance of course - he was almost at the end of his rope on life before receiving this heart - but you were also way too aware that things could be snatched away when you least expect it.
Needless to say, no matter how strong you tried to stay for your man, it was you that ended up needing most comfort. Denny, as much as he hated the idea of leaving you, had personally made peace long ago with the strong possibility of death. 
You had your moments of course. Moments when visiting in the hospital where you would be stronger than ever. It broke you to see him as he was, but you loved him with everything you had. So long as Denny Duquette was alive, you were okay. He was fighting for you, it was only fair you fought for him too.
After the transplant operation, Doctor Burke had gone over what was to come with you and Denny. The average recovery from a heart transplant was at least six months. So, when the man was finally able to go home a few weeks later, you took time off work to make sure you could do anything and everything for him at such a pivotal time. He was no longer in the hospital, and you didn’t want to take any chances.
Denny Duquette tried to get you to relax at times. Of course, he wouldn’t always succeed, but whenever he did, he made sure to promise to not do much. The amount you cared for him and his healing was something he would absolutely never take advantage of. Plus, the sooner he recovered, the better.
The man hated not being able to look after you. That was his one job in life - make sure you were alright. In all the events that occurred thanks to his bad heart, however, he had eventually learnt that taking care of himself was taking care of you. Naturally, he still had his bad times, but it was all worth it to prolong your life together, and keep you happy. 
You had met Denny at the Seattle Grace hospital. He had struck up a conversation while the both of you were waiting in line at the coffee cart. His heart problems were mentioned, and ever since then you had been worried about him and anything relating to his heart. The man even gave you his coffee so you didn’t have to buy one after you expressed concern. 
The two of you had been in intimate situations before, but never full on intercourse. As much as you wanted it at times, not only were you scared about his heart, but you were shy. All that mattered to Denny was that you were comfortable and okay. ‘When you’re ready darlin’ he would say. When his heart got worse and he got his new one, you would suggest you’d be ready when he was fully recovered, but he’d always gently turn you down, insisting you had to be ready. To be comfortable. To truly want it.
That being said, it happened so naturally. It was perfect and everything you could have imagined and more. It had been about seven months since the surgery, and the man wanted to treat you. The perfect indoor date, just the two of you. He went all out, even pretending to drop you off back home at the bedroom door. It was in that moment, as you looked into his loving eyes, emotion swelled up inside you like a hurricane. Before you knew it, you had pulled him in for a passionate kiss. 
The rest, as they say, was history. At least it was up until now. You were laying in Denny’s arms, completely naked and content for the first time in your life. All your worries, in this moment, were nowhere to be found as this man held you to his bare chest. 
“How’s my Y/N?” He asked softly as his thumb rubbed circles into your arm and he placed a kiss upon your head.
“Mmm great…” You murmured softly as you watched your own hand just sitting on his torso. “How are you?” You asked after a few moments, looking up at him. He knew you were thinking about his heart.
“I’m fine baby,” he spoke with a smile as he lifted one hand to cup your face, “more than fine. I love you so much dollface.” His words made you blush and you began to look away, but he gently grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, making you look at him again. “You’ve done so much for me this past year.. I am more than thankful for that.” All you could do was smile shyly and blush harder. He simply chuckled. 
“What are you doing?” You whimpered when Denny slowly started to move.
“I’m looking after you.” He stated matter-of-factly as he gently laid you back down and stood up from the bed, pulling his underwear back on. “Uh- no no no!” The words came out firmly as he leaned over to press a hand to your shoulder when you started to move.
“I should be looking after you…” You pouted at him.
“Baby doll you need to relax okay?” His hand moved to cup your cheek again. “You have been looking after me since we first met, let me really look after you for once, yeah?” He waited, not wanting to let you get up. You could see the seriousness in his eyes. The love and desire to be his normal self again.
“Okay..” you eventually managed to mumble as you laid back as you were. Smiling, Denny’s hand brushed down your arm, grabbed your hand, and pulled it up to his lips for a kiss. His eyes sparkling with happiness as he looked at you.
After another moment, the man let go as he grabbed the sheets to pull them over your nude form. You grabbed the sheets eagerly, hugging them up to your chin.
“You need anything?” He questioned as he stood straight again.
“Just you.. cuddles..” your words made him chuckle softly.
“Is my baby thirsty?” The man gave you a firm look, making you nod ever so slightly. “I’ll just get you some water, okay? Then we can cuddle.” 
You listened to the sound of his footsteps and the clink of glasses as he retrieved one from the cupboard. A grin creeped on your face as the seconds passed and you expected him to walk back in. The tiniest squeal left you when he reappeared, causing the widest smile yet to spread across his face and yet another blush to spread across yours.
“Here.” Denny moved to sit on his side of the bed before handing you the glass. He watched as you downed the water. “Very thirsty.” He commented as you placed the glass on the bedside table. You wasted no time in holding up the bed sheets and patting his spot, silently commanding him to now cuddle. “So impatient!” The man chuckled again as he slid under the covers with you.
Instead of cuddling right away, he laid on his side facing you, grabbing your hands and holding them to his chin. 
“How did I ever get so lucky huh?” Letting one of his hands go, Denny stroked your hair with such affection you could have melted and fallen into a puddle on the floor. 
“I don’t know..” you squirmed slightly, not used to someone caring for you like the man in front of you did.
“C’mere…” Letting go of your hands, he opened his arms. You squealed excitedly again, causing him to chuckle, as you turned around and wiggled back into him. Little spoon that you were. His arms closed tightly around you as he pulled you further into him as he breathed in your scent and let out a long, satisfied sigh. 
“Y/N… I dont think you know just how much I appreciate everything you have done for me, especially over these last few months,” he whispered into your ear. You could hear everything he felt hanging on his every word. “I haven’t been able to look after you as well as I would’ve liked, but now with this new heart, I can do that and love you twice as hard as I ever did.. So I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself in for darlin’.” He nuzzled his face into the back of your neck.
“I love you too Denny baby.” Your words portrayed how soft he had made you feel. This man, who was unable to be the man he usually was for so long, had every intention of looking after you in every sense. You stuck with him all this time, helped him through all the bad, and now he was back to full strength, he was going to do the exact same for his precious baby doll. 
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notbleachtea · 3 years
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Birthday Night
With my birthday coming up I had some ideas in my head lol.
Word Count: 2000
SFW fluff and angst
Just wanted to post this already so if you like it any want me to continue a not sfw version, let me know!
Legend:
Joseph, Kakyoin, Polnareff, Avdol, Reader, Jotaro
It’s been a couple of weeks now since you’ve started this journey with the others. You were just glad they agreed to let you join them so you could pay back DIO for trying to control you by implanting a flesh bud in your brain. Your 18th birthday was fast approaching, only a few days away, but you really didn’t want to make a big deal of it. There were more important things on the agenda and you didn’t want to waste their time. You thought about telling Jotaro but you didn't want to make things uncomfortable between the two of you. You didn't really know where you stood with him. You talked to him all the time, but it seemed he never made any moves.
Things have been kind of slow this week and you all had some free time on your hands. You just went along with Jotaro wherever he wanted to go and the others all pretended they had other things that they wanted to check out. Once you two were gone…
“So tomorrow is y/n’s birthday.”
“How’d you figure that one out?”
“Well when we first encountered her I asked the SWF to run a background check on her and I noticed her birthday was fast approaching.”
“Oui! We should do something as a thank you!”
“What do you think she would want?”
They all smirk and look at each other.
“Heh, Jotaro.”
“You don’t say?”
“Isn't it obvious she's fallen for him? And I'm damn near certain he's taken a liking to her, I've never heard him talk half as much.”
“So let's set them up on a date! We could trick Jotaro into admitting his feelings for y/n.”
“How do you suppose we do that?”
The gang discusses possible scenarios before deciding what was best. They all went out shopping for presents while you were still out with Jotaro. They went to countless stores to pick out the best outfit they could for you. After much deliberation, they all agreed on the perfect set. They were so excited to shower you with gifts and celebratory smiles. They needed this. The journey has already been so difficult, they just needed a small chance to cheer up.
“Okay everyone, let's rest up here tonight, we've got a big day tomorrow.”
You go along just thinking tomorrow will be another long day of travel. You were ready for some much needed sleep.
Usually you share a room with one of the guys, but for some reason they put you up in your own room for the time being. It was kind of nce to have a little bit of peace and quiet.
The following morning you wake up, a little sad to be honest. It's your big day after all and you have no one to knowingly share it with. Maybe some breakfast with the boys will cheer you up.
Once the six of you all gathered around the table, Joseph stood up to make an announcement.
“It's been a tough journey so far, but who doesn't like to have a little fun?”
“Good grief old man, stop wasting our time already.”
“So as a thank you y/n, we all decided to pick you up a gift for your birthday.”
Jotaro quickly tries to cover his eyes with his hat, but not before you could see the oh shit look he put on.
Polnareff gifts you a pair of gorgeous black heels with gold accessories.
“My oh my y/n these would look so amazing on your already lustrous legs.”
Avdol picked out a matching black and gold crossbody handbag so you can pair the two.
“It’s much easier to keep all the things you need most nearby in this y/n”
Kakyoin was excited to give you his gift next, which was a small bottle of strawberry perfume and a tube of lipgloss in the matching flavor.
Joseph was last to pick up a box. He handed it to you with such a mischievous smile, he could hardly wait for you to open it.
“It’s gorgeous Mr. Joestar! I really don’t deserve this.”
“It was no trouble at all y/n! You fight so hard and you only turn 18 once. I really insist.”
You can see that there are no other boxes left around the table with just Jotaro left sitting in silence.
After a little bit of small talk it seems like everyone is ready to go back to their rooms for the day and get ready.
“Why don't you try on all that new stuff for us y/n? I'm sure that'd cheer everyone up a bit.”
Only moments after getting back to your room you heard a knock on your door. You walk over and look out the peephole, you only see a tall broad chest, but you'd recognize it anywhere. You open the door up for Jotaro.
“Hey, don’t be all sad or whatever because I didn't get you anything.”
“It's okay Jotaro, I really wasn't expecting anything today.”
“It's not that I forgot, I just didn't know it was your birthday.”
“I didn't tell anyone, so I don't know how they fou-”
“So I'm taking you out tonight.”
“You’re what?” your heart jumps and your eyebrows raise in question.
“I'm taking you out to dinner tonight, on me, so you have something to do in your new clothes.”
It didn't matter the circumstances to you. You were just happy he was agreeing to do something alone with you.
You took the next few hours for yourself to really get ready. You took a nice bath, gave your legs a fresh shave, and wrapped your hair up so it would fall into perfect curls when it dried.
You threw on your new gown. It felt so soft against your freshly cleaned body. You were kind of amazed at how perfect it fit you too. You never really dabbled too much into makeup, so for tonight you just put on some mascara, cleaned up your brows and sported the new lipgloss gifted to you by Kakyoin. All that was left was your heels and a spritz of perfume.
Jotaro shows up at your door exactly at the exact time he said he would pick you up. He hides his blushing face underneath his hat,
“Looks like you're ready to go on time for once.”
You grab your new purse and chase after him, already halfway down the hallway.
You couldn't make it out of the lobby without the others catching you first, exactly what Jotaro was trying to avoid.
“Mon cheri! What did I say about those legs! You look like a true vision of beauty mon amor.”
“You smell just like fresh strawberries y/n. I wonder if your lip gloss tastes just as good as you smell, even though I would much rather prefer cherries.”
Jotaro notices you starting to blush and the whole room can sense the brooding scowl he's just put out towards the two.
Avdol and Joseph compliment you on how you look in your new dress and insist on taking a photo of the two of you like they’re proud parents.
“Good grief just get it over with,” Jotaro snaps, knowing he has every intention of getting that photo for himself later.
While out on the town, Jotaro insists you hold his arm. He says he doesn't want anyone getting the wrong idea about you from your clothes and try to touch you.
As scary as he made it sound, you were just as happy to hold his large arm.
With you being this close to him, he couldn't help but breath in your intoxicating perfume. He made it clear to Kakyoin in the past that he prefers strawberries, especially over cherries, so he was sure they were all up to something from the start.
Jotaro takes you to a nice looking place. There's no way it doesn't cost a fortune to eat here.
“Dont worry about it, I can handle it,” he says,picking up on how nervous you already were.
“All right, this way for the young couple.”
“We're not together,” Jotaro snaps.
“My apologies, my good sir.”
While it was true you were not together, it still hurt your feelings for him to say that, especially so quickly.
It kind of sets your mood for the rest of the night. You were thrilled he took you out, but it just didn't feel good knowing you wanted more than him, thinking this was just a pity dinner.
After your meal arrived you tried to start up some small talk. Usually your conversations are so deep and easy, but this felt like pulling teeth.
You set your cutlery down in a sophisticated huff.
“You know what Jotaro, I'm just going to go back to my room. I appreciate you trying to take me out for my birthday, but it's clear you don't want to be here.”
You began to stand up and he grabbed your wrists and sits you back down.
“Y/n, I wanted to take you out.”
“You're not even looking at me when I talk to you Jotaro, just take me back.”
You start walking back to the hotel at a quick pace and trip over yourself on the brick paved streets. You're not used to walking in heels after all. You pick yourself up and try to continue walking on, but it appears you've sprained your ankle. You're too stubborn to admit that though and keep on.
Jotaro scoops you up with no hesitation and with such ease. You're still mad at him, but thankful to not have to walk back at the moment.
“Y/n, please calm down, let's take you back and get some ice for your ankle.”
You didn't say anything the whole way back. You didn't need to. The message was loud and clear by the expression you wore on your face.
It was starting to get too much for him to handle. He was already embarrassed having to carry you like this through the city, keeping his hands close to your rear so you wouldn't flash everyone in your short dress. He couldn't escape the sweet smell of you either, only further clouding his judgement.
Jotaro takes you up to your hotel room and sits you down on your bed. At this point you're over the night.
“I'm going to get ice. Don't move.”
You just sat there in a mixture of silence yet excitement by the strict demand he just spit at you.
Jotaro came back, kneeling on the floor before you, delicately lifting up your ankle and setting an ice pack atop it. He looked up into your sad eyes, he had to know what that lip gloss tasted like. It's only fair. You'd been pursing your lips out at him all day anyway.
“I'm looking at you now.”
“What?”
“I said, I'm looking at you now y/n, and I have been looking at you all night.”
Jotaro, still kneeling on the floor in front of you,
“I can't take my eyes off of you, it's not fair. How am I supposed to act normal in public when you go and dress like this?”
He stands up to steal a long awaited kiss from your lips. You didn't have time to think about it, you just naturally kissed him right back with as much want.
Breaking from the kiss,
“Jotaro I-,”
“I've wanted to do that for so long, y/n.”
“Do it again.”
Without a second thought, Jotaro plants another kiss on your shining lips. He places one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your hip, guiding you to lay backwards on the bed, never breaking the kiss, his large body now towering over you. You don't want to stop and you don't want him to stop.
“Y/n, let me show you how I really feel this time.”
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7ven-devils · 3 years
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A really long overanlysis of minecraft servers.
This will be my only warning, this shit is really long.
I promised this to @ivi-prism 2 weeks ago (hi, i am Svetla) but university said no and then i feel my notes were incomplete so i have to do more research.
So let's talk about anarchism and capitalism. As a future political scientist, really bugs me how the fandom and some content creators (im looking at you techno) misinterpret both theories.
Yeah this will be a overanalysis about the political, social and economic system of two minecraft servers. Why? Cause i like analysis things like this and finally i can solved what is the system of hermitcraft and thats make me happy.
Things to consider:
First im not native english speaker and im lazy so im not often write or talk in english so my typos can make Doc really proud.
Second i don't watch Dsmp i only know things about the server by the animatics, the constant information wich pop up here on tumblr, the crossover fanfics and the tiny vods that youtube insist play when i have activate automatic reproduction.
Third i tried to simplified this much as i can because this analysis i maded talking with my friends (also political scientists) and a former professor, so it got quite technical while i was writing it.
And finally don't take this seriously, I'm not trying to insult anyone, I only started this because the hermitfandom started saying that hermitcraft was capitalist and then everyone started comparing the Dsmp with hermitcraft saying anarchism vs capitalism, that's why the dsmp entered into this analysis.
Guys, seriously chaos isn't anarchism and "sucefully economic" isn't capitalism, even paid with "money" (diamonds in this case) isnt necessary capitalism.
First, mini glossary:
I understand a server like a Society/State (country) with Mr Weber definition. In really vague words a State is anyone that has a territory and has legal control of violence (the laws, no the abuse of authority).
I understand the private property as the hermits bases and/or shops (i suppose only base in dsmp? Idk)
I understand the mass production as the farms and resources.
Capitalism is a economic, politic and social theory, wich it considers private property essential and tends to monopolize the resources 'cause this it also considered private property.
Anarchy means "without government" it has its origin in the Ancient Greece. And Anarchism theory is just a society free from any political authority, but respecting the liberties of the others.
A Failed State is which one lose control of the legal violence, and can't provide the peace, essential human rights and the basics for a normal lifestyle to its people.
I think thats all the bored shit (i hope so). Now the interesting shit.
Why hermitcraft isnt capitalist?
Short answer, their idea of private property is not the same as capitalism has.
Long answer, even if they have their own stuff, they had a really strong sense of community and dont really care if someone take things from them.
We can see this in the beginning of season when Iskall take some mini blocks from Etho and he didn't really care (yeah, iskall "paid" him, but later i will explain this) or the multiple times Grian "borrow" things from Iskall and Mumbo in season 6 or Scar in season 7, the team ZIT constantly take things from each other and i can go on and on with examples, but the point here is this couldn't happen if they had a capitalist society because this would break the "private" part of private property and mass production.
Basically their friendship made so strong their sense of community that they are basically inmune to capitalism, Uncle Marx would be proud of them (not really, but would be funny). So they are communist? Nope, communist don't believe in private property and the hermits does.
But you just said-? I said they dont has the SAME idea of private property as capitalism does. They still have their bases, farms and shops, but for them their private property isnt sacred like in a capitalism system would be.
They're respect each other things because they appreciated the effort and values the time the person puts on their buildings and not only because doesn't belongs to them (and obviously cause theyre frends, but shush, this is a overanalysis, the obvious things doesn't have place here) i mean even for the shenanigans they are really polite and try to cause the least damage possible not because is not of them but because they valued the person.
Basically the famous honor code of hermitcraft.
What about the economic system and the shopping district?
Lets talk about the elephant in the room.
If Hermitcraft isnt a capitalist system, why they have a economic system based in diamonds?
Well, despite the exchange based in money for resources or services is a principal characteristic of capitalism, it isnt exclusive of that theory.
The money is a social consensus, cause barter has becomes obsolete and gold isnt cheap or infinite to use as payment. And basically, this is why we use money on this days (if you want to know the history of money ask to your trusted historian or Wikipedia).
What does this remind us? Yep, diamonds and iou's are a consensus too. When the 1.16 came out some hermits tried to change to netherite as payment and didn't suit, so they ignored it and continued with their current payment system.
And as much as Mr Smith likes to say that this is how the free market (and his stupid invisible hand) works, capitalism needs the monopoly of resources and people who works to pay for those resources.
But in Hermitcraft nobody really controlled the resources, anyone can go and collect their materials or made a farm. They just decided don't do it and go and buy it, because they save the time to go and collect for themselves, in other words they paid for the time.
Various hermits say they saved so much time go and buy the materials instead to collect themself or trade with the villagers (cause theyre the worst and all of us know it) thats why the barge and lookie lookie at my bookie are so profitable.
The shopping district it wasn't a thing before season 4, i dont really sure how it worked before, because i started watch in season six and sadly i have a boring adult life to saw the old seasons, but i assume it works in the same way that the trades the hermits does between them to accord a discount or a collab, and speak directly with the interested hermit or directly take it and pays what's considered it was fair, like iskall did with etho.
Like i said all what's happen in hermitcraft is a consensus, even the shopping district.
So yeah, that isnt a thing that would happen in a capitalism system, probably you would be dead, because "how are you dare to entered to my property", or in the jail, "because thats not yours".
So, what is hermitcraft?
For the surprise from much of you, Hermitcraft has an anarchist system.
What?! But their server is so peaceful, they don't steal from each other, they doesn't griefing, hows that possible?!
Well, the anarchism isn't really a violent political theory, at least in its beginning, actually anarchism is one of the most peaceful theories i studied, thats why i dont really thing it will worked in our society, but work in a server of 24 friends. Its too idealist.
I don't really study all of the thoughts corrents of anarchism because they are a lot. But the one we are interested is one of original thought corrent, The Mutualism, this in contrast with their cousin Communism doesn't believes the private property was something bad and considered like one of the rights from the individual, but different as capitalism because like i said before it wasn't sacred and communal things will exist to help others to start or recover.
Proudhon, one of it intellectuals, considered not paid for the work of the other it was a form to violate their liberties and feel horrofied with Marx when he said we have to abolish the private property.
The mutualists believes that each person should possess a means of production, either individually or collectively, and the products obtained would be trade in the market for the amount equivalent of their work.
This sound familiar, isnt it? Hermitcraft works in this way.
The thing with anarchism is they don't believes in a government over the people. And the hermits doesn't have one, yeah there's Scar being the mayor, but he isnt have a power over the rest and only is in charge of the "cowmercial district" even aquatown isn't part of his jurisdiction, his function is more of organization, like when we put a friend in charge to organizing part of a roadtrip.
It's the same with Xisuma figure, we all put him in a position of the admin of hermitcraft, but the truth is he isnt the only one with admin commands (but apparently some or all of them losed their admin status, at least in one of the last tango's streams, he hasnt it anymore) and various hermits said that he is more like an ambassador of them in the legal things of the server.
The hermits take all of they decisions in group and in the majority of things all of them needs to be agreed with the decision or they simple doesn't do it. And this is a characteristic of the mutualism because for them anyone are over the other.
And if you aren't already bored at this point and you put attention to what i wrote of the concept of private property in the mutualism, you would see it is practically the way hermitcraft works. They make their bases and farms, recolect resources and sell what they don't will use, buy mostly to save time and paid for the price what they considered fair. Yeah i know sometimes they do some farm specifically for one shop, but this is more "yeah, this is my thing" (Tango and Iron; Ren and wood) or a division of activities "if you do that, i do this".
The perfect utopia.
What about the Dsmp?
If you do it to here, congratulations.
So what about the Dsmp, i entered here because i want to read of them and the only thing i read was about hermitcraft.
Well, the Dsmp only entered in the equation because much of you said they were an anarchist server, but i see it more like a "failed state" and when i was talked with an exprofessor he agreed with me.
I know the term of failed state is controversial and is almost obsolete, but is the best way to describe the server and stop said it is anarchist.
So why failed state and not an anarchist state? Because they have a government (or apparently multiples) a failed one, but is there, if it were an anarchist server wouldn't have one.
Usually the failed states are known for being violent and volatile places in which ones their governments can't provides the basics to their people to live, normally are places with ethnics conflicts, civil wars, authoritarian governments or states in wars. The most common examples are Haití, Somalia or Syria.
And i am sure you can see the similarities with the Dsmp, so yeah, theyre chaotic but not anarchist.
The wars ruined the stability from the server, have a multiple sides and a megalomaniac for admin, but the goverment still there and they are fighting for the power wich wouldn't happen if the server were anarchist because anarchism don't believe the power should be possess for someone.
The server simply is failed state wich struggles under a violent fight for power.
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If you read this far, you're a hero and had my gratitude for read my useless thoughts. Maybe some day i do it other overanalysis of this servers. I hope you enjoyed and dont confused so much.
Thanks for read.
And if there are some angry economist with me for "misrepresent" the capitalist i am completely open to a debate, my only condition is it would be in chilean spanish ;)
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himbo-kuto · 3 years
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i saw this screencap from the manga and knew IMMEDIATELY that i would have to write a lil headcanon of aone and his turtle. he is literally the most precious person who deserves the whole entire world.
i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it!
genre: fluff, wholesomeness, a whole baked bean, college!au pairing: aone x gn!reader word count: 2k warning: language
okay so you ended up being roommates with aone, futakuchi, and mai when you ended up transferring colleges last minute and needed housing
you saw that they had an empty spot and with time not being on your side, you decided to take the opportunity!! apt 205 squad!!
at first you kind of felt left out since they all knew each other from date tech but you soon warmed up to futakuchi since you had a few classes with him and mai because well-- you guys shared a room
HOWEVER!! one person you couldn’t seem to get close to was a man by the name of takanobu aone-- lemme tell u sumn about this Baked Bean
whenever you tried to interact with him, all he would do is 👁 👄 👁  or just Grunt in response
you were a bit discouraged because you thought he didn’t like you so you shied away from talking to him again :(
but futakuchi was quick to ensure you that was just his way of communicating and that he was actually really engaged in the conversation 
“oh yeah, he’s a great listener-- i talk to him for hours and he just sits and listens”
“ok futakuchi-san, but have you considered that you talk Too much for your own good?”
he gave you the finger for that one
but omg the first time aone Spoke to you????? rocked ur mf world-- what the Heck!!
you were in the mood to bake some cookies and were looking for the big mixing bowls but you just remembered that futakuchi used it to try and make a baking soda volcano 
why??? who knows but all you do know is that he put it ALL the way on the top shelf-- and for what????
but u know-- bein dumb as dirt u tried to use a swivel chair to try and reach for them
and of course it was all the way in the back like wtf curse these tall men-- 
and so you got on your tippy toes and right as you were about to reach it, Of Course the chair decided to turn 
and u were 🤏🏼 this close to eating shit but thanks to the one-- the only-- tol angel baby aone, he stopped the chair dead in its tracks just in time for you to regain your balance
“are you okay?”
you were so shook (one from almost breaking your face and two-- AONE JUST SPOKE AND SAVED YOU!!!) 
at first you just stood there blinking down at him with the bowls in your arms like hinata season 4, episode 15 - 15:37
he held up his arms to you and you blushed so hard because was he really about to carry you down????
but before your mind had anytime to roam, he pointed to the bowls and you realized with your real eyes that you were not the one to whom he was referring to 
it wasn’t long until you got over your initial iron wall with aone (…. 😏)  and he actually ended up being someone you hung out with on a regular basis
mai was always out studying for her practicals in the library while futakuchi… well.. who even knows what the heck that man is up to..
but ANYWAYS!! you guys would hang out mostly in the living room to watch TV, do homework and eat meals-- he always helped you with your math homework and you helped him with his architecture models!! 
you didn’t really know what he liked to watch but he didn’t seem to oppose whatever you had on-- however, you Did notice that whenever you put on volleyball he stared very intensely at the TV only stopping when commercials came on
aone Always ate your home cooked meals without fail
literally such a sweet and appreciative boy as opposed to futakuchi who would complain but one time aone gave him That Look™️ and he shut right the fuck up
that day forward futakuchi ate all your meals like a good boy
aone has also become very protective of you-- in high school, he may have locked onto the aces of the other teams, but in college he locked onto his close friends to make sure they were safe
one time you guys got onto a cramped bus to go grocery shopping and all it took was this creepo man to just Look at you the wrong way for aone to stand right in front of you and shoot this man a death glare that said “if you even think about touching her i’ll put you into the ground” 
HE MAY HAVE A HEART OF GOLD BUT DONT MESS WITH THE PEOPLE HE CARES ABOUT OR ELSE IT’S HANDS 
but know this ladies, gents and my non-binary friends, we MOST DEFINITELY sit next to aone on the bus and engage in the best of conversations because tHATS WHAT THIS MAN DESERVES!!!!!!!!! 
not to mention all the times he has saved you due to your clumsiness and overall single brain cell fueled activities 
one fateful day you were sitting in the living room as you saw aone come home with a whole bag of groceries
he didn’t put them into the communal fridge so you were a bit confused as to why he took them straight into his room
you weren’t one to just bust in there to try and find out so later when you guys were eating dinner you asked him what he bought at the store
he listed off a bunch of produce and then said that they were for his turtle!!!!
you were all !!?!?!??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 TURTLE?????? WHERE??? HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN HERE??? CAN I SEE THEM?
he goes on to tell you that he’s had the turtle ever since they all moved in!! but it never came up in conversation so you never knew until now
him and futakuchi rescued the turtle but when they tried to let them go, they didn’t go anywhere so they kept them!! 
so after dinner you both quickly washed the dishes, and he brought you into their room to show you his turtle
you were honestly a bit nervous going into their room-- like what were you to expect??? was it going to be messy?? stinky?? clean??? were there any secrets????
but to your surprise it was fairly clean and simple-- even futakuchi’s side (which you assumed was aone’s doing)
you looked around his room to find all these old pictures of date tech on the wall, many of them with futakuchi and mai
there was even a photo of all the third years clinging to aone like koalas on a tree and though his expression was faint, you could tell that he was happy
it warmed your heart to see that he got along with his teammates and held these memories close to him-- they accepted him for who he was and that was more than enough for you
he also had plethora of architecture books on his shelves which made you wonder why he picked that major in the first place
but you shrugged it off as you looked over to his desk
there was a table next to it with an enclosure and a cute little turtle sunbathing underneath a lamp inside
you scurried over to the tank, getting down on your knees to get eye level with the animal while you slowly brought your face to the glass  
the turtle was half curled into its shell, looking up at you as he gave you a slow blink
you could’ve sworn you felt your heart explode and melt all at once in that Exact moment
you looked up at aone with 🥺 eyes before looking back to reptile to see them poking their head out to fully greet you 
you squealed internally as you wiggled your finger as your salutations
“do they have a name?” 🥺 
“ichigo-desu...” (strawberry)
you thought your heart exploded before?????????????
oh bitch you felt like you were about to go into full blown cARDIAC ARREST MY G O D!!!!!!
“did futakuchi name them?”
“no i did…”
you literally hunched over, and leaned onto the desk for support as your heart was filled with his soft boy energy because there was no wAY!!! DID AONE JUST NAME THIS TURTLE ICHHHIGOOOO BITCHHH AHHH
but lowkey aone was also being filled with your soft energy and got all blushy-- but thank god you were too occupied by his turtle to notice
“do you want to feed him a strawberry? it’s his dinner time too”
you could not have said yes faster to this man 
he went into his personal fridge and there you saw all the groceries he had earlier that day!! he pulled out a single strawberry before handing it over to you
he walked over to the tank and cautiously pulled out ichigo before placing them on the ground
HOWEVERRRRRR!! what came next you didn’t expect at all
he walked around so that he was behind you, gingerly reached for your hand and guided you to hold the strawberry out for ichigo 
ichigo craned their neck in the sight of the fruit and started chowing down
and by God you hoped that aone could not hear your loud ass heartbeat and see your red ass face-- (you were surprised that ichigo wasn’t going after you since your face might as well have been a strawberry)
you two sat in a comfortable silence as you watched the little reptile enjoy his dinner 
as ichigo drew closer to the leafy bit, you wanted to ask aone if he was allowed to eat that part 
so you turned your head to the side to speak but immediately closed your mouth as aone’s face was only centimeters away from yours 
you thought you were red back then???? bitch buckle up cause we’re reaching a new LEVEL of red
at that moment you were no think, no thought, head EMPTY as you just stared at his profile 
all of his features were strong... the bridge of his nose, his jawline, his expression-- he himself was a strong man and you just wondered how all this soft, fluffy, wholesomeness was packed into this 192cm man
and just as you relaxed into this position
FUTAKUCHI BUSTS THROUGH THE DOOR WITHOUT ANY KIND OF WARNING JUST TALKIN OUT OF HIS ASS 
at first he’s so absorbed into his own conversation that he doesn’t even notice you guys in that position
but when he does??? it’s like those moments in animes where you’re all chibitized and you just have circle eyes and a blank expression o_o
you IMMEDIATELY come to your senses, releasing the rest of the strawberry and aone’s hand
if you could peace fade in this moment, you would’ve definitely flashed futakuchi a duces
but alas, you could not..
so you scrambled to your feet-- but not before thanking aone for letting you meet his turtle-- and RAN out TF of that room heart a BEEATTINN
from that day on, you visited aone and his turtle a lot more-- even going so far as buying things for ichigo!!
“hey aone-san, did ichigo like the squash i cooked?”
“mm.”
“hey aone-san, does ichigo like the new hide?”
“mm.”
“look aone-san! he can’t grip onto the cherry tomato!! it keeps rolling around!”
“mm.”
many of your conversations went along like that and he always appreciated the amount of effort you put into them
he wasn’t a man of many words but did his best to make sure you knew that he was listening and engaged
at one point mai and futakuchi said that “he has spoken more words to you in these past few months than he has with us in 3 years”
you were surprised but also flattered by the fact that aone was comfortable enough to open up and have conversation with you 
although it was a bit of a rough patch in the beginning, you were glad that you became a part of the 205 squad! it was you, aone, futakuchi, mai and ichigo against the world!!
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heyitsyn · 4 years
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,,,,OK Kurat
Soulmate!Bokuto
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a/n: when bokuto refuses to fix his roots and let the gray dye grow out and it slightly irritates you
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colorblind soulmate where you lose your colors and only gain them back when your other half starts to have feelings for you
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requests are open!!
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so, leggo?
ever since you turned 16, you’ve literally gone colorblind
like you were perfectly happy seeing the colors of the world
from daichi’s red sweater
to hinata’s orange hair
you were ROBBED of the colors of the world
when you woke up that morning, you knew you would get your soulmate sign soon and you were sure it would happen while you were in class as it would start the exact time you were born 16 years ago
so there you were, happily eating with nishi and tanaka at the roof
‘hey, y/n-chan, look at this manga i found!’
you look up at noya and you almost choked on your rice ball when you couldn’t see his blonde streak anymore
it was like the moment you blinked, it was gone
he must’ve noticed your surprised look because noya touched the front floof since you were staring right at it
tanaka had his mouth opened and patted your back when you coughed
‘ah, it happened now?’
then you just start bawling
‘i cANt sEE yOuR hAiR anYmoRE!! aNd hiNATa’s hAiR! aND tHE oRANgE uniFOrMS!’
they understand it was a touchy subject for you since you were expecting something cute like noya’s thought sharing sign or tanaka’s taste sharing sign
but NO!!!
‘it’s okay y/n-chan. you’ll meet them soon and you’ll get your colors back’
from then on, all you’ve done is research all you can about soulmate signs and how they worked
yours happens to be a rarer one and you groaned bc of course it would happen to YOU
it states that usually, the moment you lock eyes with your soulmate, you’d get your lost sense back
but you wouldnt know when it would exactly happen and be like your uncle who is nearly 40 and still cant smell anything
whats worse, there were even cases where you wouldnt get them back in one sight but gain them when they start to have romantic feelings for you
you really do hope you’d get the easier 
being a part-time manager, you often helped the vbc if you were free from your other clubs so you sometimes help kiyoko with the kids
entering the gym, you frowned when you saw hinata and the gray tone of his hair
everything was gray but colors that are light like yellow or bright orange, were lighter gray while darker ones were dark gray or black
seems like tanaka and noya told the team what happened because daichi went up to you and ruffled your hair before saying it’ll be okay
‘give it time! you will find them!’
yacchi, a manager-in-training, enthusiastically told you about her ideas for the poster and gave you her rough draft, explaining the little details
but you were out of it as you just roamed your eyes over the gray-colored paper
thus causing her to freak out
‘OH MY GOD! I”M SO SORRY Y/N-SAN! I FORGOT ABOUT IT!! I’M SO SORRY!’
(yacchi is just a little precious bun, please protec her :’))
but you ruffled her hair and put on a smile
‘don’t sweat it, yacchi’
after that whole thing about announcement of the tokyo training camp and the hinata/kageyama idiot squad
you guys were in the bus, getting ready for Tokyo
it’s also been weeks since you lost it so you were still new but you were starting to get used to it
ofc you still had mistakes like their different colored practice jerseys and who was in what team or wearing different colored socks
but you were slowly adapting
it was a few hours of a drive so everyone was static to get out of the cramp bus and use the bathroom and stretch their legs
you took your time and put the others trash into a plastic bag bc youre just a great manager like that
getting out of the bus, you heard a horrendous and terrifying laugh and saw the nekoma captain hunching over in laughter
‘my god. at least his face makes up for it’
you got a text from hinata and kageyama saying that they were going to take their exams now and you sent them a little encouraging blurb
the guy from nekoma with the mohawk gawked at the 3 managers and you remembered him having that blonde hair dye
when you and the rest entered their gym, all you saw were balls flying everywhere and lots of people
your eyes scanned for at least someone to make eye contact with you because this gym has a lot of people in it and there could be a possibility they were in here
like 0.000003% probably but still a chance
from the managers to the players, not one reactivated the colors
‘hm,,, i think my soulmate is in here’
noya’s little comment made you glare at him in envy and he grinned with a peace sign
you noticed that boy kenma with his haircut and there was someone sitting near him that made you turn to the others
‘okay, either i just have terrible memory but is that a new guy?’
suga wondered the same thing and you flinched at the kid’s harsh stare at you all
there was a light gray tone to his hair and eyes so you were curious what color they were
‘his legs look a little long. i think he’s taller than most of these guys’
asahi said which made you give him a look
‘listen, as long as we got tsukki-kun, we’re okay’
the first match was against some powerhouse called fukurodani and they had a few interesting players
by interesting, you meant looks wise
that one guy looked freaking pretty with his sharp eyes while the other guy, who you assumed to be the captain, had round eyes and spiked hair
you were pretty sure that he had different colored hair due to the mix of black and light tones
AND THE WAY IT WAS STYLED THO
its like he got electrocuted and his hair just stayed the same
you were too busy looking at the 2 teams that you completely missed karasuno’s defeat and just saw them doing flying receives
the others gathered to the side and the next game was against fukurodani and nekoma
from hearing the names being said, that pretty guy was akashi or aggghasshi and the owl looking dude was bokuto-san or bokutosang or something bokuto bc youre not exactly sure
and then he be flying
‘he REALLY flying!’ 
you exclaim and tbh what can you expect from being one of the top 5 aces in the country
then the ball straight flew towards your own player and you and yamagucci screamed for his name
everyone flinched when the ball hit his hand and you ran over to check
‘ouch’
you hear that loud voice of his on top of kei’s hiss and you growled
‘HEY HEY HEY’
he didnt even apologize and if it wasnt for tanaka and daichi holding you back, you were about to scream into the guys ear for damaging your player’s hand since he needed it to block properly
‘LET ME GO! WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS INJUR-’
suga smiled and raised a hand apologetically your shouts caught the attention of others
the more games karasuno played, the more they lost
you went to fill up their water bottles and was mumbling to yourself, blaming that freak haired guy for tsukki’s pained blocks
‘didnt even apologize. how dare he hurt my boy’
bokuto was going for a drink when he heard your mumbles by the water fountain
he noticed you as the karasuno manager and poked you in the shoulder
‘ah! youre the manager!’
cue you looking to glare at him since you could recognize that voice anywhere
‘and you are?’
taken aback with your tone, he grinned
‘bokuto. bokuto koutarou’
‘ah’
then you went back to filling up the bottles
he fiddled with his towel before poking you again
‘um,,, i want to apologize for earlier. sorry about that spike’
you stopped and you nodded
‘i appreciate the apology, bokuto-san. but you should say it to him’
bo guessed that you were kinda their mother hen and you looked after the players of your team
‘are you,,, a third year?’
closing the lid of the last bottle, you placed it on the basket
‘second’
his eyes widened before shouting
‘im your senpai!’
you jumped at the sudden volume of his voice and awkwardly smiled
‘ah. okay, bokuto-san’
his eyes widened before patting your shoulder gently
‘drop the -san! i prefer being called senpai!’
does this guy have a senpai kink or something
but there was probably nothing wrong with calling him senpai right?
‘okay, bokuto-senpai’
you were lowkey kinda iffy since you dont really call anyone senpai, everyone was -san to you
bo laughed loudly and ruffled your hair
‘WAH!!!!!! MY LITTLE KOUHAI!!!’
‘bokuto-san!’
your head looked up and you saw the pretty guy walking towards you
he bowed in front of you in both greeting and apology
‘sorry about him. he gets a little excited sometimes. im akaashi keiji by the way’
you waved it off and smiled gently
‘nice to meet you, akaashi-san. and dont worry, i have two people like him in my team’
hinata and noya
‘come on. the next game is about to start’
he tugged bokuto’s arm and bo waved at you before walking away
‘see ya!’
but stopped
‘ah! i didnt get your name!’
‘y/n. l/n y/n’
‘see ya later y/n!’
when you came back, the boys were still doing flying and you glanced at your watch, knowing that your boys should be coming soon
you and yacchi were visibly listening to the other players talking about your team and kiyoko gave you both a look to settle down
‘hold it in, girls’
the sea of different tones of gray were currently making you dizzy with so many things happening at ones and you completely missed the door opening, revealing tanaka’s sister
noya’s excited shout made you turn and you waved excitedly
you’ve met her once when you went over to help tutor her poor brother and noya who practically lives at their house
everyone stopped what they were doing and saw the two boys huffing by the door
you heard kuroo’s comment but you were too excited to see them come back in one piece
‘ah, so those are the legendary first years’
hm, if only you knew why they were late
bo saw you with wide eyes and excitedly bouncing at the sidelines as karasuno started to play
‘what are you looking at bokuto-san?’
akaashi asked
bo thought you were interesting the moment he heard you angrily mumble about him and he thought your pouting face was cute
‘i wonder what her soulmate mark is’
akaashi knew about his soulmate sign since he received a very frantic phone call that sunday afternoon of bokuto not being able to see the color of his apple anymore
‘she probably doesnt have it yet’
akaashi’s answer made his brows furrow
‘she’s a second year so shes probably 16 already’
‘why would it matter to you anyways?’
yea, why did it matter?
‘just general curiosity. shes quite fiesty. i like her. i want to be friends’
akaashi sighs and pats his back
‘i support you, bokuto-san’
shoot this might as well be a bokuaka
he saw you run to the two first years and took their bags for them, ruffling their hair each
even though you’re only like a some months older than hinata, you still treat him like a babie
‘coach left some buns from earlier so you can eat that before you play. oh! i also got you your milk, kags!’
bo literally could feel your happiness radiating and he saw your eyes
too bad he couldn’t see the color of them
although the boys team was finally complete, they still lost quite a lot of sets
and they were trying so hard and you were just cheering on the sidelines w yacchi and kiyoko
you kept running back and forth from the drinking fountain since the boys kept drinking so much water
and bo just finds you there again
for the second time today
:0
‘oh? back again, y/n-chan?’
you could recognized that gruffy voice anywhere
you turned and gave him a tight smile
‘ah. hello bokuto-san’
he pouted and nudged you with a finger to your shoulder
‘senpai! call me senpai!’
you were pretty sure he was 18 yet he still threw a tantrum
what kinda-
‘okay okay. sorry, bokuto-senpai’
then like a switch his pouts became grins and you got dizzy with the sudden mood switch
‘youre such a diligent manager, y/n-chan. you should transfer to our school and be one of ours instead!’
then you remember meeting the 2 managers they had
‘ah, you already have 2 so i think you’re covered’
bo whined at that
‘but karasuno also has 2 without you!’
tbh you shouldve been uncomfortable in this situation bc here you have a grown man whining
but you found his pout endearing and his eyes were loony-looking
‘not to hurt your feelings, bokuto-senpai, but we just met and i don’t know you all that well’
‘then you know the solution to that, don’t you?’
you just stared at him
‘lets get to know each other! lets be friends! lets be close!’
you couldnt say anything else since you were kinda in a pickle here so you just nodded
‘um, okay’
‘bokuto-san!’
that voice made you perk up and you raised a hand
‘akaashi-san!’
bo saw your smile and he pouted, jealous that you didnt give that smile when you saw him
‘ah, l/n-san.’
you looked at bo and his eyes grew even bigger and you resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks with how they puffed out with his pout
woah wait huh
why did you just think of that
akaashi had to bring back bo to the gym for their match but bo refused to walk
‘no! not until y/n-chan wants to be my friend!’
what are you
5?
but you nodded, placing a hand around his bicep
you froze, trying to contain the shock of how S T R O N G they felt
ohmygad
‘l-lets get to know each other later, bokuto-sa-senpai’
you hurriedly corrected yourself and breathed a sigh of relief when he didnt notice
a big smile got to his face and he pointed at you
‘ill win this for you y/n-chan!’
you sweatdropped bc wow this manz is winning a game for you
no-for your friendship
he excitedly ran back down the hallway and disappeared with a faint ‘hey hey hey!’
you and akaashi shared a look and he apologized
‘im sorry if he made you uncomfortable’
‘nah nah, its okay’
‘and thanks for uplifting him. he was in a mood when he left bc we lost a set but now he’s energized thanks to you’
a,,, mood?
‘is he,,, i dont know,,,, bipolar?’
akaashi stood for a second before shrugging
‘i guess you could say that. the team tries to uplift him bc if hes in a mood he messes up’
a sound of recognition left your lips before you nodded
‘ah okay’
‘well, i guess im seeing you later then, l/n-san?’
‘oh, please. call me y/n. we’re the same age!’
but he gave you a mysterious smile
‘i dont think bokuto-san would like that’
so the remaining of the time there, bo was practically stuck to you as he followed you everywhere
babie calls it ‘friendship bonding’
when yall were leaving, he was pouting so hard and you gave in to your urges
;)
you pinched his cheeks
‘until next time, bo-senpai’
blew a fuse right then and there
bO-sENPai
yall remained in contact and you even went up to visit him and just hang out
you were lowkey catching feelings
like when he sent you that mirror picture of him and kuroo being sassy in a department store and your heart started beating really really fast
then your palms started sweating as you remembered the feeling of his warm hands on yours when he led you through the busy sidewalk of tokyo
‘siri, am i having a stroke?’
but you were like ‘nuh-uh, must remain pure for my soulmate’
however
if you have those feelings already and it’s towards your soulmate, that gave bo his sight of colors
just sitting there w his team eating yakisoba bun then he looked at akaashi and saw his friend’s blue eyes again
can you tell im a bokuaka simp
in another life flashbacks
n e ways
he was so happy and ecstatic and was about to call you but akaashi was like, ‘wait, i think she might be your soulmate’
the entire team was just like, ‘what’
and bo just sitting there, ‘omg what if’
akaashi, 
grandmaster plan creator
tells bokuto to hold off from telling you until the next time yall see each other which is in the training camp
for story’s sake, training camp finally rolls around
you cannot stop squirming in your seat bc ya finally get to see bo again after so long
kuroo greets yall at the front and hes familiar w you since you hung out w the tokyo squad
‘you have a surprise little chibi’
you were just like, ‘,,,,ok kurat’
meanwhi;e,,
bo was so antsy and he was just like, ‘yey! i get to see her again!’
ngl, bo thought you were really pretty and cute and he thinks he has a crush on you but not like head-over-heels like you were
literally cannot stand still and the team was tired of having to keep him from running so akaashi just let him go
‘but dont run her over, bokuto-san’
he sonic bolts over
nYOOM
he finally sees that tangerine hinata and was searching for your hair color and when he sees you laughing at kuroo’s face, his eyes widened
his heart beat started beating really really fast and everything in his brain and all the words he wanted to say died down
he never really saw your face with colors but he just stares in awe at your beautiful skin color, breathtaking eyes, silky hair, and those plump lips
sweat started to gather at his palms and his feet started moving on its own until he just scoops you in his arms, lifting you off the ground in the process
w you, there was a silence
‘your eyes,,,,, theyre beautiful’
bo just grins at the crack of your voice and tears just wells up in your eyes w a smile
‘bo!’ 
you shouted and you wrapped your legs around his waist while he burrows his head in your neck
‘you’re so beautiful. oh my god, you’re so beautiful’
omg what i would do for bo to say that to me
obvs, the others knew what was happening
dai and suga were already planning on the talk
kuroo just recording the whole thing
‘im falling in love with you. i want to fall in love with you over and over again until i die. i want to feel like this forever. can i?’
just forgets about everyone and being in your own bubble and your own world as bokuto just professes his love for you
‘stupid question, koutaro!’
you giggled and he finally allowed you to stand on your own two feet
‘let me love you for eternity’
cue waterworks from noya and tanaka and konoha
‘but baby, we need to touch up your roots, though.’
‘we got forever, soulmate’
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