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wisteria-lodge · 2 years

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SORTING DISNEY LADIES (1988-1993)

Part 1 - Disney Ladies 1938 - 1985

I’m going in chronological order, and doing both A Squad and B Squad, because I’m interested in tracking how the ideal “disney girl” has changed in the past 85 years (right now I’m only looking at the human-shaped heroines of Disney animated theatrical releases) A more detailed break-down of the system I’m using is right here, but the basics are these:

PRIMARY (ie MOTIVE)

BADGER ~ Loyal to the group.

SNAKE ~ Loyal to yourself and your Important People.

LION ~ Subconscious Idealist. Ideals are linked to feelings and instincts.

BIRD ~ Conscious Idealist. Ideals are linked to built systems and external facts.

SECONDARY (ie METHOD)

BADGER ~ Connect with the group. Make allies, work steadily and well. Be whatever the situation calls for. If you find a locked door, knock.

SNAKE ~ Connect with the environment. Notice things. Tell people what they want to hear. If you find a locked door, get in through the window.

BIRD ~ Collect skills, knowledge, tools, personas, useful friends. If you find a locked door, track down the key or learn to pick the lock.

LION ~ Be honest, be direct, speak your truth. Either the obstacle is going down or you are. If you find a locked door, kick it in.

JESSICA RABBIT (1988)

I’m actually slapping a spoiler warning on this, because Who Framed Roger Rabbit? really is that good. So like… if you even suspect it might be your thing, watch it.

The joke with Jessica Rabbit is that she looks like a femme fatale vixen. She sounds like like a femme fatale vixen. Everyone expects her to act like one too. They expect her to be a lying seductress who’s cheating on her husband, and she’s just… not. Every single thing Jessica says is incredibly straightforward and true. It just doesn’t come off that way because preconceptions. Jessica is even aware of this, saying “I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way… you don’t know how hard it is being a woman, looking the way I do.” There’s a level of nuance here, because in this universe Toons like Jessica do not seem able to choose or even affect their appearance. (Baby Herman is memorably disappointed that “I’ve got a fifty-year-old lust and a three-year-old dinky.”) Jessica wears that evening dress the entire film, even during the day and in situations where it doesn’t make a lot of sense. She has to look that way.

Interestingly, the only time we see her in different outfits are the photos in Roger’s wallet documenting their little getaways. The Doylist explanation is that it’s more expensive to animate multiple outfits, but Watsonian explanation would be something like… since Roger is one of the few characters in the film who can look at her and see all her different facets, somehow she is able to change up her look around him.

All this supports Jessica being a very loud Lion secondary. She’s direct, straightforward, and it really bothers her that other people don’t see her that way. Also, she does solve problems by shooting people and hitting them with frying pans, so that’s… very Lion too.

And in terms of primary, she’s a Snake. She adores Roger, and would do anything, literally anything, for him. Every shady thing she does in the entire film, she only does to get him out of trouble. Jessica Rabbit, Snake Lion through and through.

ARIEL (1989)

First I want to get some of the bad faith criticism of The Little Mermaid out of the way. It’s not a story about changing yourself for a guy. Ariel is fascinated with the human world long before Eric, and sings “Part of That World” before even meeting him. Maybe he sped up her timetable, maybe. Also, ‘Ariel losing her voice’ is not some sort of ‘woman should be seen and not heard’ thing. The villain takes her voice, it’s treated as horrifying, it’s treated as a problem.

And honestly, when you lay out this set of symbols for me - losing her voice, changing her fin to legs so she can be part of the human world - I see a story about passing. Like, Hans Christian Andersen just was queer. That’s not debatable. Howard Ashman, who was a main creative force (maybe the main creative force) behind this project was gay, and this film was made in the middle of the AIDS crisis. Ariel has to change a massive thing about herself in order to exist in human society, and gives up her voice in order to do it. And what’s your ‘voice’? Your identity, your expression, your opinions. Those are unfortunately all things that do you have to sacrifice if you really want to pass as straight or cis or white or neurotypical or anything of that nature.

King Triton’s motivations also makes a lot more sense if you read Ariel as queer. He wants her to stay and marry a nice merman, because the human world is dangerous, they are cruel to fish there. That’s why it’s such a big deal when he gives her his blessing at the end and comes to her wedding.

So with that said, how do I sort Ariel? She’s definitely not a Loyalist. She actively doesn’t want to be part of the group. She finds performing with all her similarly-named sisters unfulfilling, she likes Sebastian and Flounder fine, but is totally willing to leave them behind to pursue her dreams. She’s an Idealist who wants to “know what the people know / ask my questions and get some answers.” So… I think she’s a Bird - a Bird who only has half the picture, and that’s driving her nuts. A Lion primary Ariel would be talking about feeling out out place, or feeling wrong… but this mermaid just wants answers. Sebastian’s very Lion-flavored sales pitch “Under the Sea” (down here you can do whatever feels good in the moment) doesn’t make a dent.

I had a little bit of trouble with her secondary, because most of the film she’s stuck in a situation that would make anyone act like an Improvisational secondary (make someone fall in love with you in three days and also you can’t talk? No wonder she’s impulsive and frazzled.) But, when things are normal, Ariel collects. She explores sunken ships for human artifacts, which she then catalogs. She observes humans from a safe distance. She makes friends with people (like Scuttle) who know about humans, it’s all very “I-know-a-guy.” He’s her human expert friend. So I think this is bird secondary, just one that’s written as immature and young. Ariel is bit binary, a bit black-and-white… but still a double bird.

BELLE (1991)

(& Beast)

So the thing about Belle is that she’s a rebel. She’s not oblivious, she’s not a weirdo, she’s a rebel. She’s perfectly aware that the villagers find her odd, and she could perform the sweet, accommodating Badger secondary Gaston and the rest seem to be looking for. We see her do it when Gaston is threatening her, when she flatters Cogsworth into getting off her back, and when she’s derisively playacting “Madame Gaston.” She could be the queen of that town she just… doesn’t want to be.

Belle gives exactly zero shits what anybody thinks of her. She’s going to plow right through town with her nose in a book, not acknowledging anyone. It’s very Lion secondary, which perfectly matches how she acts the entire rest of the film. Maurice is missing - jump on a horse. Maurice is in trouble - jump on a horse. Actually feeling threatened by the Beast - jump on a horse. Her big “show me the Beast!” move with the townsfolk also feels very Lion. She’s not trying to convince anyone, explain herself, or leverage the group. Her instinct is to literally blast the truth into everyone’s faces, and hope it turns out all right. Belle also has multiple yelling matches with the Beast, and (since he’s a Lion secondary too) I think that’s a big part of why their relationship works. Lion secondaries like being able to safely rage at each other until they both calm down. Sure she can model Badger secondary, but at heart Belle is a charging, rule breaking, fighting Lion.

When it comes to what actually motivates her… it’s her father. Every single big action Belle takes is to get Maurice out of trouble (until the very end when she rides back to save the Beast because he’s Hers now.) When everything is going well and she’s not worried about her People, Belle is honestly extremely chill. She invents games for herself. She reads escapist literature, explores the castle, feeds the birds, throws snowballs, plays dress-up in the Beast’s wardrobes, and pulls out all the stops for an elaborate two-person ball. (Still think it’s very cute that the Beast got that nervous for what is basically a cool role-play scenario Belle set up so she had an excuse to wear the gold dress.)

When we meet her at the beginning of the film she’s just bored. Safe, and bored. She wants an intellectual equal, she wants “adventure” and she has “dreams” but those things are vague and nonspecific. It all boils down to Belle being a Snake primary who needs something else to occupy her time when her People are safe. When her People are in trouble she’s charging after them, and when they’re not she’s just kind of vibing and having fun.

The Beast, the one with the true emotional arc in this story, has a really shattered primary. When we meet him he’s living entirely in an unhealthy animalistic Lion secondary, and doesn’t think there’s any hope or future for him at all. I want to say Burned Bird primary because the black-and-white insistence on arbitrary rules (that has his staff so worried) seems very Bird, and his original problem was that he based a worldview solely on appearances. A worldview which, yeah, kind of shattered when he became a physical beast and therefore unacceptable in his own system. He latches onto Belle’s slightly hedonistic Snake as a way to snap himself out of his Burnt Bird despair, and that works pretty well. Of course, when he thinks she’s abandoned him and this new way of viewing the world is also incorrect - he completely shuts down. (What is it with Bird Lions and shutting down during moments of existential crisis?)

JASMINE (1992)

(& Aladdin)

Princess Jasmine is a firebrand. She wants to do her own thing, go where she wants to go, do what she wants to do, doesn’t like it when people pick out her clothes and hates it when they pick out her suitors. She gets rid of those suitors by siccing tigers on them. People in her life call her unreasonable and abrasive, Jasmine doesn’t care. She insults people and storms out of rooms a lot. Basically, she’s got a Lion secondary that she needs to consciously reaffirm, or risk losing herself to the role of “princess.” This makes her Lion a little louder and a little angrier than I think it would’ve been otherwise.

On the other hand, Aladdin has a very loud Snake secondary that he adores. Jasmine hasn’t seen anyone problem-solve this way before, tricking and manipulating and sliding around conflict. So she’s curious (and likes Aladdin) so she starts to… play around with it a little. Model Snake secondary herself. She can’t come up with a good lie to tell the merchant, but she completely commits to Aladdin’s story that she’s insane and thinks the monkey is the Sultan. She uses Aladdin’s own tactics against him to make him admit he was the boy she met in the marketplace, and when Jafar tries to browbeat her into sexy slave girl role-play, she doesn’t give an inch… until she sees Aladdin sneaking in. That seems to make it okay for her. Now she can flirt with Jafar, because now it’s just like the monkey thing. It’s a game she’s is playing with Aladdin. It’s nice to see her relax around him, and experiment with ways of existing that aren’t her combative Lion secondary.

I don’t think Jasmine is a Loyalist primary. She’s just so independent, and she actually does care a lot about being a ruler. She’s so excited to get dressed up and present Aladdin to her people. Pretty much the first thing we her talk about is how certain laws are “stupid” and “wrong.” And the way she just leaves it at that - the law is stupid because it feels stupid - makes me think intuitive, emotional Lion primary. If she were a Bird she would have needed to explain or justify why she thought that. Also, the thing that really makes her fall for Aladdin is the magic carpet ride. He drives up to her door, says “Tell me Princess, when did you last let your heart decide?” which is just the perfect thing to say to a Lion primary who isn’t in a position where they can follow their instincts.

At the beginning of the film Aladdin and Jasmine bond over feeling trapped, and I think it’s because they are both Lion primaries unable to follow their moral intuition - Jasmine because she’s so cloistered, and Aladdin because he’s in survival mode, and his Lion primary is a little burned. He wants to help the kids he finds in the street, wants to defend them from the prince’s horsewhip, but that stuff just keeps landing him in trouble. He hits a point where can’t really trust himself anymore.

So when Aladdin gets his hands on the Genie he wishes for power and wealth, because (from his perspective) power and wealth are the sort of things that make you free. He doesn’t believe he’s intrinsically good enough, so starts modeling a Glory Hound Lion persona that Jasmine is actually kind of disgusted with. Aladdin looks like a Snake primary for a second, but the film goes out of its way to contrast him with immature Snake primary Abu. Abu has no problem eating bread to keep himself alive, while Aladdin feels compelled to share it with kids he just met.

(At which point Abu, in true Snake primary fashion, shares his bread too. Because Aladdin is his Person, so Aladdin‘s morals are his morals too.)

SALLY (1993)

Sally is an interesting example of someone whose motive is love, but who is very much not a Loyalist. That’s kind of what her song is about: she’d like to be, she’d like to “join the crowd / in their enthusiastic cloud” (be a Badger primary.) Or “stand by [Jack]” (be a Snake primary) since he is the man-spider-skeleton she loves. But she can’t, it just “feels wrong,” and she “can’t shake this feeling that I have.” The film visually communicates this through Sally’s premonition of a burning Christmas tree. She knows something is going to go wrong, doesn’t know how or why, but that doesn’t matter. She trusts that feeling completely, and will even put it above her loyalty to Jack.

Her conflict with Dr. Finkelstein is also very Lion primary flavored - just in a subdued way. Sally wants freedom, she keeps trying to escape… not for any particular reason, just because she wants a little walk-around to feel normal again. She wants her own space, like a lot of Lion primaries in bad situations trying to heal.

At this point, there’s a pretty clear pattern emerging. The new Renaissance Disney princesses are mostly Lion secondaries, while the OG Disney princesses are Badgers. Sally, the princess of the villains, is written with this in mind. Here she is, locked up by a cruel parental figure, with a way of doing things that is a little slower, more deliberate, more based in caretaking - a little more Badger. She’s modeled after the classic old-school princesses, not kicking down the door Renaissance style.

But, Sally’s Badger secondary is poisoned. The mad scientist who created her thinks of her as an extension of himself (as her replacement very literally is) and forces her to use her Badger in ways that make her subservient. Sally doesn’t have a choice in how or why she uses her Badger secondary at home... and that makes it difficult for her to use it in the other aspects of her life. You especially see this when it comes to Jack. She spends the film silently watching over him: making care packages, waiting outside his door, coming to every meeting he calls and standing in the back. But the moment Jack turns to look at her, she vanishes.

It’s not because she’s shy (or not just because she’s shy...) It’s because Sally is used to having her Badger tendencies exploited. She’s Burned. That’s why a lot of the problem-solving we see her do during the film comes from her safe Bird secondary model, something which she seems to have built in order to survive Finkelstein. This is the Sally who who loves tools and gadgets, has a pantry full of potion ingredients and fog juice, and a trick spoon in her sock in case she needs to pretend to eat poison soup.

But when Sally is alone, and comfortable with herself, her instincts run Badger. She is literally a ragdoll, doing the slow deliberate work of stitching herself back together. And just as slowly and deliberately, she learns to be comfortable taking care of Jack, on her own terms. Santa, another Badger secondary, immediately sees her as a kindred spirit

And I like Sally showing up after the first run of Renaissance princesses, because she’s a gentle reminder that the way Snow White and Cinderella solved problems was never wrong. That maybe the situation was a little more complicated, and deserves to be looked at with a little more nuance.

tl;dr

Jessica Rabbit ~ Snake / Lion

Ariel ~ Bird / Bird (Ursula’s spell forces her to model Lion secondary)

Belle ~ Snake / Lion (occasional Badger performance)

Beast ~ Burnt Bird whose system falls apart when he transforms, eventually adopts Belle’s Snake as a system / Lion

Jasmine ~ Lion / Lion (Snake model she uses to play with Aladdin)

Aladdin ~ Lion (goes from Burnt to Glory Hound to Paragon) / Snake

Sally ~ Lion / Burnt Badger (Models Bird to survive Dr. Finkelstein)

(art credit to Cursed Concepts for the beautiful pins I have used to illustrate this post.)

#sortinghatchats #wisteria sorts #Disney #character analysis #jessica rabbit #who framed roger rabbit #ariel #princess ariel #the little mermaid #belle #the beast #beauty and the beast #jasmine #princess jasmine #aladdin #sally #jack skellington #the nighmare before christmas

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whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst · 3 years

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Time Raiders: Or, And Here You Were Thinking The Lost Tomb’s Wu Xie Was The Worst Case Scenario Gay Disaster

Coping with stress and deadlines=comfort shows…not 100% sure how this universe became my comfort shows but here we are.

We open with your usual “What the fuck” background wherein there’s a snake empress and her bae something something scheme and we meet our Zhang Qiling—we actually get to see the qilin that is contained?represented? In his sweetass tattoo before we get a brief history of Wu Xie as a prepubescent house-breaking disaster who achieves one (1) coin that Will Be Significant.

Zhang Qiling is a grumpy little fucker, not yet in his hoodie noir aesthetic stage but slightly more sociable here! if by sociable we mean he gets into fights during the usual Wu family “this will be easy peasy haha nothing to worry abt” pre-tomb raiding get-together, where he finally encounters bebe Wu Xie! Who is being an adorable pain in the ass getting in everyone’s way because after all it’s a day ending in y.

The precious deer himself, Lu Han, is our Wu Xie. I actually found myself really enjoying his portrayal—he just looks incredibly innocent and sweet, nonstop 🥺, with a mischievous little smile. Also, we get facets of Wu Xie’s personality established here that foreshadow how he will grow into the mess we all adore and facepalm over: his intelligence and curiosity outweigh silly things like “basic self preservation” and “not dangerous shit” and we get a glimpse of that dark humor. On the pingxie front, we see the origins of his immediate and relentless insistence on Getting To Know Zhang Qiling, aka the beginners guide to stalking someone.

Normal people: nice to meet you, how are you doing?

Wu Xie: *assigns Zhang Qiling a name, aims gun at his own face to test Zhang Qiling’s niceness, takes pictures of him every five minutes*

Zhang Qiling: hope this doesn’t awaken something in me—

Xiao Ge is thus clearly in crisis from the beginning where he is first to flirt (?????) by…cutting off Wu Xie’s necklace and then handing it back to him? Idk maybe this is second base for the Zhangs. Anyway it’s clear that he’s already like “isn’t there a cutie pie moppet club meeting that’s missing its president oh god I think he’s cute fuck fuck fuck”. The rest of Wu squad isn’t as fleshed out; Wu San Xing seems borderline competent, which is weird for the wine uncle, although Pan Zi is his usual perky BAMF self. We get Pangzi yayyy!! Albeit at first not on the pals side. Currently working for Hendrix, an old white man kinda explorer who watches from his high tech little lab. Also Pangzi def brought a microwave burrito to the tomb raid and he’s right—and frankly Ah Ning can do whatever she wants, she’s sexy and badass.

There’s also a strange moment where Zhang Qiling asks Wu Xie the question everyone in the audience, his entire family, god, tomb zombies etc have wondered: why are you, with your dark academia outfit and chipmunk charm, here on this trip? And we actually get a straight answer!! From WU XIE OF ALL PEOPLE. He’s trying to figure himself out as a person, he is incredibly curious, and he has peak bebe of the family energy in admitting that the more people tell him not to go, he wants to go. Although to begin with, his main role is nerding out and snapping pictures of everything while flirting with Zhang Qiling. Love that for him.

Meanwhile, Wu Xie is like 🥺what if…our first date was in this tomb?? And Zhang Qiling is like, I have no choice but to kiss you, I mean protect you, …and we get these big smiles and outright laughs from him??? Which isn’t the Xiao Ge I know, but for some reason I think it fits here with sheltered lil Doe-Eyes McDimple.

And then there are spontaneous tornadoes and something happening in outer space. Sure. Tbh at this point in this universe I’m not even surprised. Something something snake empress, something something key, etc. The tomb-raiding plot unfortunately interferes with what was shaping up to be a great first date for pingxie, and Wu Xie sets off a cool lighting system for what is undoubtedly the first and last time he will ever make a good decision in a tomb raid.

Sure enough, like two minutes later he plays with some little puppet musical instrument and the puppet’s eyes MOVE. Upsetting. And then the tomb trap fuckery commences—hallucinations, choreographed dance/escapes from swords, pingxie’s first dramatic “catch you in my arms” and Wu Xie participates in the long tradition of “twink plays the flute to ward off bad shit” Good times. I do like that we get a glimpse of how selfless Wu Xie is capable of being—he ends up on a collapsing floor and is all #pingxiepriorities and wants to get Zhang Qiling’s memories for him via camera instead of worrying abt his life. Classic xiaoge 🙁 and Wu Xie 💀 😍 situation

A summary of the peak action scene:

Time Raiders: there aren’t any snakes in this one

Me: oh whew what a nice break

Time Raiders: there are extremely aggressive worms

Me: what

Time Raiders: also a Venus fly trap woman

Me: …

Time Raiders: how about some steampunk type inventions? We got those too.

#time raiders #whomst #the lost tomb #pingxie

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kerie-prince · 3 years

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all mine (m)

Pansy Parkinson x fem!Reader

requested: (anon) hey! can you do a sub!fem!reader x pansy soft smut? <33 ty ;) ily

warnings: nsfw, sub!reader, oral sex, fingering, 69, praise kink (if you squint really hard), multiple orgasms??? (there's like two), semi-soft sex

summary: The Slytherin princess showers you with praises and makes you feel good after a day of relentless teasing.

a/n: uhh didn't expect wlw smut to be so easy to write lmao i was gonna post this on sunday but i have a double that day so... here it is. takes place in seventh year and everyone is 18 so... yee lmao also, i wanna say again, ty for everyone's condolences. it really means a lot to me 🥺

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The teasing has been going on all day.

It started with little pokes to your thighs. Then those progressed to slow rubs up and down your arms. Then it turned into her suggestively whispering very lowly and breathy into your ears. And the last straw was when during Transfiguration class, she sneaked her hand under your skirt and traced over your clothed cunt like it was the most normal thing to do.

After a long day, you grabbed Pansy’s wrist and dragged her out of the Great Hall once you both finished your meals and marched to the Slytherin dorms. You heard your friends call out for you but you ignored them completely.

Behind you, Pansy had a shit-eating smirk on her face now that she was getting what she wanted. Pansy always got what she wanted.

You locked the door of her prefect room and when you turned around, you didn't expect to find her standing up against you. She backed you up slowly to the wooden door and rubbed a hand softly on your thigh. Her long, beautifully manicured nails against your skin started to send shivers up your spine and it took everything in you to not whimper and melt in her hands.

“What’s with the long face, babe? I didn't do anything wrong, did I?” Pansy’s voice was sultry as she feigned innocence. You rolled your eyes and she let out a seductive chuckle. “What? You’re just so pretty, I couldn't help myself.”

With her free hand, she squeezed your cheeks and pulled you closer, “I’ll make it up to you if you let me,” she said just lower than a whisper. It was only the two of you in her room, but it was said as if you were the only person meant to hear it in the world.

Pansy looked for any hesitation in your eyes and when there was none, she pulled you in for a passionate kiss. Minutes had gone by without breaking for air and she would nibble on your bottom lip to let her tongue in and meet with yours. The hand on your thigh ended up back over your cunt and made soft circles over the cloth before she eventually pushed them aside.

She could feel how wet you were becoming and smiled into the kiss when you moaned against her. She guided the both of you to her bed and softly pushed you onto it. Pansy lowered herself to her knees and caught your gaze, kissing your knees and coming closer and closer to the middle.

She pulled herself back to remove your skirt and panties. You lifted your hips up to help her get them off easier and pulled your jumper over your head. As you unbutton your shirt and work on your tie, she started removing her own clothes.

Her red lacy bralette was a surprise as she usually wore black or emerald green, but she looked stunning no less. Before she unclasped it, you stopped her, “No, I want you to keep it on.”

Pansy smiled at your shy request, “Anything for you, princess.” She scooted back to her position and laid one chaste kiss after another over your pussy. You sat half up with the support of your elbows and watched your girlfriend work her magic on you.

Pansy looked up to watch you and started licking up and down, giving your clit a gentle suck in between. She moaned against you and it sent electrifying signals of pleasure through you. You were holding in what could have been loud moans and she picked up on that. Slowly, she inserted one of her middle fingers inside you.

“Pansy!” you half-screamed. Her long nail felt a bit painful at first, but with her moving slowly, the pain subsided. You grabbed a bit of her hair and laid back. Small beads of sweat were on your shoulders and she had only just started. “Does my baby feel good?” Pansy looked back to watch her finger move inside your pussy, feeling you clench around her for more. You just whined in the middle of moaning and thrust your hips up for any type of friction.

Pansy almost pulled her finger out completely, but she added another finger. It caused you to groan loudly and your eyes to roll back. Keeping her slow pace, she got up on the bed and hovered over you. Her other hand moved the hair out of your face and gently cupped your cheek, “Use your words, love. Am I making you feel good?”

“Y-yes,” you let out, “you always make me feel good, Pans.”

Your girlfriend hummed in content with your answer and leaned down to kiss you. She tasted sweeter to you after she had eaten you out minutes ago.

Your shaking hand found its way to Pansy’s pussy and you started rubbing your fingers between her wet folds. She broke the kiss to let out a groan. You opened your eyes to watch her, her head was leaned back and her eyebrows furrowed. With her neck in full display you leaned up and started licking her sensitive spots, leaving little love bites around for you to adore later.

One of your fingers entered her pussy and after a few pumps, you added another to equal the amount in yours. Pansy claimed your lips again and you two shared a rougher, needier kiss. As you were both synchronized, a pace was set between you two and your thumbs rubbed on each other's slit.

The coil in your abdomen was begging to become undone and Pansy’s clenching around your fingers signaled the same thing. Your fingers moved faster and soon enough, you came on Pansy’s fingers. She pulled her fingers out and brought them to your lips. You sucked on them and continued to finger your girlfriend until she eventually orgasmed, moaning your name over and over.

Pansy laid herself on top of you and caught her breath. Once she was steady, she looked up at you and kissed the bridge of your nose. “Do you think you can do another one for me?” Your eyes stared into hers before nodding. “Good girl,” she praised.

Pansy moved to lay beside you and shifted her pillow to be more comfortable, “Sit on my face,” her voice was gentle, but still didn't lose her naturally seductive tone. You sat up and started to position yourself holding onto her bed frame until she tapped on your leg, “No, other way.”

You turned around and felt her hands grab your thighs to pull you down. One of her fingers were back to teasing your folds, your sensitivity making you twitch from her touch. “Such a pretty pussy,” Pansy complimented, “And it’s all mine.” She reached up and sucked harshly on your clit, being rougher this time.

“Oh, Merlin,” you moaned out. Your arms were shaking against the bed as you were holding yourself up. Looking down, you could see Pansy’s hips wriggling against nothing, so you took it upon yourself to lower yourself and taste your girlfriend.

Her hips moved against you, making it easier for your tongue to move against her sweet folds. Your moans felt euphoric against her cunt, almost distracting her from pleasuring you. She inserted her fingers back in you and set a faster and rougher pace.

You started screaming her name, wanting nothing but to cum again from her delicious fingers. “Pansy, I’m gonna… ’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, love. Cum for me, again,” Pansy ordered. Your mouth went back on her aching pussy, eating her out as if you were starving. Pansy was near her high again and she tried to focus so she could get you to yours.

You snaked your hands under her thighs and pulled them apart further, wanting to hear her scream your name louder and louder as she had made you.

Soon enough, you came again and she followed not much longer. You rolled off of her sweaty body, trying to catch your breath again. Pansy tapped on your leg, a non-verbal way of saying ‘Come up here’.

You crawled up and nestled yourself into your girlfriend's arms. She traced little shapes on your bare back as your hands fiddled against her bralette. Her nose nudged against your forehead. When you looked up, she gave you a sweet peck on your lips and rested her forehead on yours. You smiled and held her closer to you, legs tangled together and bodies warm in the slightly chilly dorm.

“Goodnight, Pans,” you said before drifting off to sleep.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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queerdraws · 3 years

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Cleaning Out the Rooms - a Harry Du Bois playlist Alcoholism, getting better?, memory loss, being a superstar, The Final Dream, forming political opinions, bad breakups, past transgressions, being a strange and inconsistent being, and persisting despite it all 26 songs (r-slur warning for Turnin’ on the Screw - QotSA)

including: David Bazan, They Might be Giants, The Mountain Goats, British Sea Power (of course), Queens of the Stone Age, and more. Full track listing and lyric excerpts under the cut

---- Turnin' on the Screw - Queens of the Stone Age (This is the opening track on Era Vulgaris, seemed like an appropriate opening song / introduction to Harry's general essence) ----

... They say those who can't just instruct others And act like victims or jilted lovers You can't lose it if you never had it Disappear, man, do some magic

Want a reason? How's about because You ain't a has been if you never was

I sound like this

Scared to say what is your passion So slag it all, bitter's in fashion Fear of failure's all you've started The jury is in, verdict: r******d

I'm so tired, and I'm wired too I'm a mess; I guess I'm turning on the screw

---- Bless this Mess - David Bazan (Harry being a drunk and a general mess, things going in cycles) ----

God bless the man who stumbles God bless the man who falls God bless the man who yields to temptation God bless the woman who suffers God bless the woman who weeps God bless the children trying her patience Trouble getting over it Is what you're in for So pour yourself another 'Cause it'll take a steady pair of hands Holy or unholy ghost Well now I can't tell, but either way you cut it You should get some distance if you plan to take a stand God bless the house divided God bless the weeds in the wheat God bless the lamp hid under a bushel I discovered hell to be the poison in the well So I tried to warn the others of the curse But then my body turned on me I dreamt that for eternity My family would burn Then I awoke with a wicked thirst

---- Don’t Sit Down Cause I’ve Moved Your Chair - Arctic Monkeys (general Harry vibe. off-kilter) ----

Break a mirror, roll the dice

...

Find a well-known hard man and start a fight Wear your shell suit on bonfire night Fill in a circular hole with a peg that's square

But just don't sit down 'cause I've moved your chair

...

Bite the lightning and tell me how it tastes Kung fu fighting on your roller skates Do the Macarena in the devil's lair

But just don't sit down 'cause I've moved your chair

---- I've Been Seeing Things - They Might be Giants (feels very Harry's detecting style, surreal happenstance) ----

I've been seeing things I've been seeing things Don't have answers but I've got lots of questions

Carpool's up, someone gets out Hand someone else a violin case I'm trying not to let them see me looking at them But I'm pretty sure there was a dollar sign

Keep your eyes peeled and you'll see stuff Which at first seems like unimportant irrelevant things

Can't just ask some perfect stranger "What are you hiding in your violin case?" Shadow them at a distance instead Try to get inside their head

Where'd they go now (Where'd they go now) I got distracted (I got distracted) Begging me to stay (Begging me to stay) Wearing a disguise (Wearing a disguise) That lady (That lady) Must have ditched the kid (Must have ditched the kid) Hidge the down (Hidge the down) [???] What's she up to now? (What's she up to now?) Trembling cold by the airport road Watching them stack containers in rows Seagulls, helicopter, windblown trash Something doesn't add up

I've been seeing things I've been seeing things No one asks but I'm packing all kinds of attention

Later I'm watching a news report Camera pans across a crime scene Unremarked upon detail Empty violin case Okay maybe not the same case Different material, different color Still you have to wonder Am I the only one who knows

I've been seeing things

---- Music is the Victim - Scissor Sisters (breakup Harry. drug-addled disco Harry) ----

I left my heart in San Fransisco It's at some motherfucking disco The people there where dancin' on it And that's including Ms. Matronic

Hell if music is the victim then so am I Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry If music is the victim then so am I

Of your bad fun Money's all gone but you need some Lover's on the phone but they got none Daddy ain't home from the dog run And you're riding through the city with a shotgun

I left my bag in Pasadena Where all them girls was doin' Tina Them bitches sure were crunked up on it I said I'd rather smoke some chronic

Hell if music is the victim then so am I Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry If music is the victim then so am I

---- Down to Your Soul - Right Away, Great Captain! (about the Final Dream and pre-game Harry) ----

And I see things I actually don't see. I knew it wasn't actually you a few feet from my reach. I looked into your eyes and I began to lose my teeth, And I felt you were dreaming the same thing.

And I know you don't know what I'm capable of But if you give me just one more minute I'm sure That you would be shaking right down to your soul And I'd hope that the fear of the lord brings me home. I'm a man in a body of water so tall Could swallow you whole and forget where he's going But I carved a map in the back of my arm Don't worry I'm coming home I said don't worry cause I'm coming home

---- No Surprises - Radiohead (suicidal harry, pre-game. Maybe immediately before the game. A little Big Communism Builder) ----

A heart that's full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal You look so tired, unhappy Bring down the government They don't, they don't speak for us I'll take a quiet life A handshake of carbon monoxide

And no alarms and no surprises

…

This is my final fit My final bellyache

…

No alarms and no surprises, please (get me out of here)

---- Cleaning Out the Rooms - British Sea Power (The instrumental part seems to have been used / referenced for a background music track. And also the name of that one thought project. as expected, it fits beautifully. Wake up in a new life, down by the seaside. Cleaning out the rooms. She’ll be coming soon.) ----

Where life is good in a way Swept away upon our hearts, in cold coal ceremonial On a rainy day, hang it up Get the vacuum and suck it in Cleaning out the rooms, I'll clean it up Dark cloud, drifting out of view I'll never know, she'll be coming soon, that is all I'll wake up in a new life, ship shape and shoe shine Cleaning out the rooms, I'll clean it up She'll be coming soon Drifting into view, way in the west, white cloud If everybody knew, I never knew, she'll be coming soon I'll wake up in a new life, down by the seaside In a new life, down by the seaside Cleaning out the room, I'll clean it up Dark clouds, she'll be coming soon Down the chimney, out the window, that is all

---- In the Morning of the Magicians - The Flaming Lips (waking up with no memory, but bad vibes) ----

In the morning I awake

And I couldn't remember What is love and what is hate

The calculations error

Oh, what is love and what is hate? And why does it matter? Is to love just a waste? And how can it matter?

Oh...

As the dawn began to break I had to surrender The universe will have its way Too powerful to master

---- Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads (Huh?? What's happening?? same as it ever was, same as it ever was) ----

And you may ask yourself, "How do I work this?" And you may ask yourself, "Where is that large automobile?" And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful house" And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful wife"

...

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was Same as it ever was, same as it ever was

...

And you may ask yourself, "What is that beautiful house?" And you may ask yourself, "Where does that highway go to?" And you may ask yourself, "Am I right? Am I wrong?" And you may say to yourself, "My God! What have I done?"

---- Don't Change - David Bazan (alcoholism, cycles of wanting to get better, depression, slipping in to old coping mechanisms, plus a little bit in here about dreams. This is a song for if Harry continues partying after the memory wipe, I suppose) ----

He seems nice You met him once or twice But you wonder what he's like When he's sober

Then again You hear he has no friends Just people that he spins To do him favors

When he wakes up in the morning he tells himself Today I'll make a change But falling into his bed at night he thinks Man it was a beautiful day to stay the same

I'm so deep That only in my sleep Do the secrets that I keep Float to the surface

So I hold them down Till they don't make a sound Like they accidentally drowned Except on purpose

And when I wake up in the morning I tell myself Today I'll make a change But falling into my bed at night I think Man it was a beautiful day to stay the same

---- Airbag - Radiohead (born again, back to save the universe) ----

In the next world war In a jackknifed juggernaut I am born again In the neon sign scrolling up and down I am born again

In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe

In a deep, deep sleep of the innocent I am born again In a fast German car I'm amazed that I survived An airbag saved my life

In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe

---- A Comet Appears - The Shins (puppeting a man-body around pretending to be a living thing. drinking, depression) ----

One hand on this wily comet Take a drink just to give me some weight Some uber-man I'd make I'm barely a vapor

They shone a chlorine light on A host of individual sins Let's carve my aging face off Fetch us a knife Start with my eyes Down so the lines Form a grimacing smile

Close your eyes to corral a virtue Is this fooling anyone else? Never worked so long and hard To cement a failure

---- The Communists Have the Music - They Might be Giants (Big Communism Builder, but especially Harry's shallow understanding of Communism. Party-boy communist) ----

I got handed an Ayn Rand sandwich Straight from the can, it tasted so bland I asked a lass to pass me a glass Of Engels' Conditions of the Working Class

Right away they dragged me to the committee To explain my un-American activity They're gonna see they made a mistake If they'd only let me play my mixtape

I'm not partial to the martial Or the plutocrats, in their beaver hats And the fascists have the outfits But I don't care for the outfits What I care about is music And the communists have the music

---- Harlem Roulette - The Mountain Goats (Harry thinking about Guillame le Million? Generally: that vibe of secret, maybe supranatural machinations happening just outside your field of view. A kinda lonely, pensive vibe, sprinkled with past drug use, driving...memory) ----

Unknown engines underneath the city Steam pushing up in billows through the grates Frankie Lymon's tracking "Seabreeze" in a studio in Harlem Its 1968. Just a pair of tunes to hammer out. Everybody's off the clock by 10:00. The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again. Feels so free when I hit the avenue. Nothing like a New York summer night. Every dream's a good dream, Even awful dreams are good dreams, If you're doing it right. Remember soaring higher than a cloud. Get pretty sentimental now and then. The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again. And four hours north of Portland, a radio flips on. And some no one from the future remembers that you're gone. Armies massing in the dusky distance. Ghosted in the ribbon microphone. Leave a little mark on something, maybe, Take the secret circuit home. Nothing in the shadows but the shadow hands. Reaching out to sad, young, frightened men. The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again.

---- Suture up Your Future - Queens of the Stone Age (Harry's gonna fix his mess) ----

I'm gon' suture up my future I ain't jaded, I just hate it See, I been down too long It's kinda hard to explain Burned and buried, all I carried

...

Tried explaining unexplained Got caught in the plan All this talking at once I've been giving my love away To the things that tear it apart I'm gonna suture up my future

---- Lampshades on Fire - Modest Mouse (Harry trashing his body / having already trashed his body, just kinda a Harry-vibe song) ----

...

Well, the lampshade's on fire when the lights go out This is what I really call a party now Well, fear makes us really, really run around A-this one's done so where to now? Our eyes light up, we have no shame at all Well, you all know what I'm talking about The room lights up, but we're still dancing around We're having fun, having some fun now

Pack up again, head to the next place Where we'll make the same mistakes Open one up and let it fall to the ground Pile out the door when it all runs out

...

As our feelings are getting hurt Oh, we want you to do the work Our ass looks great inside these jeans Well, we want just our water clean

Well, this is how it's always been And this is how it's going to be So you just move on

---- Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes (Harry "can-opener" du Bois. Talking to the skills, solving things, detecting, generally being a terrifying force of nature / the pale) ----

I'm gonna fight 'em all A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back

And I'm talking to myself at night Because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette

And the message coming from my eyes Says, "Leave it alone"

Don't wanna hear about it Every single one's got a story to tell Everyone knows about it From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell

And if I catch it coming back my way I'm gonna serve it to you And that ain't what you want to hear But that's what I'll do

And the feeling coming from my bones Says, "Find a home"

---- Body of Years - Mother Mother (Harry's past that follows him, Harry's half-decomposed body that marks the years of abuse it's been through) ----

All the remains of a cadaver of days I keep hidden away, keep them there just in case I wanna visit that place Blow the dust from the bones Off a body of years that I leave all alone Just a body of years

See the skin disappears And the blood turns to stone In a body of years now a pile of bones Like a sheet of veneer Each a piece of my soul It's a body of years that I leave all alone

It's Just a body of years, now a pile of bones You know Old soul who falls down Can't stop trippin' on these Old roads I go down Get back up and get my foot in the door And my face on the page Make my mark in the world With a bat and a blade It's a body of work that you can't ever change Like a body of years that you take to your grave It's just a body of years that I leave all alone It's just a body of years, now a pile of bones Like a sheet of veneer Each a piece of my soul

---- The Cap-m - They Might be Giants (just a Harry vibe song) ----

When I talk you keep looking away from me 'Cause you probably think that I'm high on pot But I'm not, I'm not

Look me over, I'm the Cap'm You say it's such a joke But I don't see you laughing

People seem to think you can't be called the Cap'm Unless you drive a boat Well, I don't I don't

Look me over, I'm the Cap'm Go ahead and mess with me You'll find out what will happ'm

...

Did you say what I think you just said My hat looks good on me? I agree, I agree

Look me over, I'm the Cap'm You act like it's a joke But I don't see you laughing

---- Broke - Modest Mouse (oops! all mistakes. Broke it all. Want to forget it but can't) ----

Broke account, so I broke a sweat I've bought some things that I sort of regret about now Broke my pace and ran out of time Sometimes I'm so full of shit that it should be a crime

Broke a promise 'cause my car broke down Such a classic excuse it should be bronze by now Broke your glasses, but it broke the ice You said that I was an asshole and I paid the price

Broken hearts want broken necks I've done some things that I'd love to forget, but I can't

Broke up, and I'm relieved somehow It's the end of the discussions that just go 'round and 'round And 'round, and 'round, and 'round ... It was like everything was evidence of broken time

You're living on fancy wine You'll drink that turpentine You're starting conversations You don't even know the topic

---- Spent Gladiator 2 - The Mountain Goats (Defiantly alive) ----

Like a spent gladiator, Crawling in the coliseum dust. Who can count on his remaining limbs, All the people he can trust. Like the one who stands behind him, Cheering him on. Ecstatic when he stands defiant, Wild with abandon when he's gone. Just stay alive. Keep your eyes on the pay line. Like a village on the step, About to get collectivized. When the men emerge with rifles from the haystack, Everybody looks surprised. Like the mice in the forgotten grain, Way up on the top shelf. Like someone who's found a small town to escape to, Keeps one eye on his abandoned, former self. Stay in the game. Just try to play through the pain. Like a fighter who's been told its finally time for him to quit. Show up in shining colors, And then stand there and get hit. Like the clock that ticks in Dresden, When the whole town's been destroyed. Like the nagging flash of insight, You're always desperate to avoid. Like the bloody-knuckled gunman, Still stationed at the breach. Like that board game with the sliders, And the children on the beach. Stay alive. Maybe spit some blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.

---- You Only Live Once - The Strokes (just general Harry, talking about the skills, choices you can make, what kind of cop you can be) ----

Twenty-nine different attributes Only seven that you like, oh-oh Twenty ways to see the world, oh And twenty ways to start a fight, oh

...

And countless odd religions too It doesn't matter which you choose, oh, no One stubborn way to turn your back, oh This I've tried and now refuse, oh

Oh don't, don't, don't get up I can't see the sunshine Oh, I'll be waiting for you, baby 'Cause I'm through Sit me down Shut me up I'll calm down And I'll get along with you

---- Pork and Beans - Weezer (Superstar Cop) ----

They say I need some rogaine to put in my hair Work it out at the gym to fit my underwear Oakley makes the shades to transform a tool You'd hate for the kids to think that you've lost your cool

I'ma do the things that I wanna do I ain't got a thing to prove to you I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans Excuse my manners if I make a scene I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like I'm fine and dandy with the me inside One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink I don't give a hoot about what you think

Everyone likes to dance to a happy song With a catchy chorus and beat so they can sing along Timbaland knows the way to reach the top of the charts Maybe if I work with him I can perfect the art

No, I don't care I don't care

---- Freaks - Surf Curse (head filled with skills, The Final Dream) ----

Don't kill me just help me run away From everyone I need a place to stay Where I can cover up my face Don't cry, I am just a freak

I am just a freak(x3)

My head is filled with parasites Black holes cover up my eyes I dream of you almost every night Hopefully I won't wake up this time

I won't wake up this time(x3)

---- The Smallest Church in Sussex - British Sea Power (oh yeah this is mandatory) ----

#disco elysium #harry du bois #harrier du bois #hdb #disco elysium playlist #generally wanted to keep this playlist fun to listen to despite the subject matter to there are still a lot of songs w good beats #communists have the music gets stuck in my head all the time #also sorry to repost this #i forgot to tag anything and if you edit something to add tags it doesn't seem to show up in search

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Hihi! Can I ask for a reaction of them wanting your attention and cuddles but you’re too concentrated doing something else?

Btw your reactions are so cuuuute!!

WayV's reaction to you being too concentrated on something else and they want your attention~

Heh, thank you for your ask!

And thank you for the compliment! Those type of comments always get me all giddy 💕

Kun:

I feel like when this guy wants attention, it's a bit more subtle

So when you're sitting at your desk writing an essay

He picks up on your stressed out vibes

He thinks that maybe if he takes your attention off of your essay for a little bit, you'll be able to come back and have an easier time finishing it

Clear your head a little bit

He also feels kind of neglected and wants some attention

But he'd never admit to that

Because he's 'so mature'

So he comes up behind you and gives you a back hug type thing as he rests his chin upon your head

"y/n, don't you think you should take a break for a little? You've been working on this for the last six hours.. straight"

"No, Kun. I need to get this done. It's due by next week and I'd rather not have to worry about it"

Next week?

Bro, what?

You've got like.. what, 100 hours plus to finish it?

And you're all bent out of shape right now?

"You could take a little break and maybe go for a walk with me or something.. your little mind has been full of essay thoughts for too long"

"No"

Alright, plan B

He goes and grabs your jacket and shoes

He drops the shoes by your chair and holds your jacket out for you to take

"We're going on a walk, y/n. You need a break. No saying no"

You're a bit annoyed at this, but you comply

He’s succeeded at getting your attention without exposing the fact that he is indeed an attention leech

Ten:

I feel like we all know what Ten’s like when it comes to wanting attention

“Baby Yangyang come here” *aggressive bed patting*

So when he sees you sitting in your library, reading some new fantastic book you’ve purchased

His heart immediately turns into goo

You sitting there, looking so focused

Your little expression

It makes him just want to cuddle you to the nth degree

So he does just that

Or, tries to

Sitting on the couch next to you, he wraps his arms around your torso and rests his head on your shoulder

You’re pretty much alright with this until he starts to try and distract you by blowing into the nape of your neck

To get your attention, of course

“Ten, stop. The story’s starting to get to the climax. Don’t distract me, it’s interesting”

“I could get you to your climax too, y/n. It’d be far more interesting”

You slap him away with a glare

“You’re fucking greasy. I just want to read”

You direct your attention back to the novel

He sits there with a slight pout before moving to rest his head on your lap

“Don’t you think your idol boyfriend is more interesting than a stupid book, y/n?”

“Look, you can lay there all you want, just don’t talk to me. I’m trying to focus”

He snakes his arms around your waist and pulls his face into your stomach

You drop one of your hands that was supporting the book to play with a couple strands of his hair

After about 20 minutes you start to hear soft snores from your boyfriend

At least he got his cuddles, and you got to focus on your new novel

Winwin:

I think the majority of us know that this lad isn’t too thrilled about skinship

So when he’s wanting it

You better swan dive right into that shit, y/n

If you’re not, I’ll come to have a serious conversation with you. I’m not too great at language skills and I have a terrible stutter but I’ll come for you istg

When he sees you in the kitchen

Making some cute cookies in the shape of flowers

Guy just wants to snuggle

Looking at you with flour all over your face, maybe a little in your hair

In your cute little apron

It makes him so soft

So he comes behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, toying with the little bow you’ve tied on the front of your apron

“Whatcha doing, y/n?”

“Makin’ cookies” you mumble, pressing the cookie cutter into the dough

“You wanna come cuddle? I’ll clean you up and get all that flour off your face”

“I can’t right now, maybe after I put the cookies in the oven. I wanna have some of these as soon as possible. It’s a new recipe, Sicheng”

You start laying the cookies out on the pan, the parchment paper crinkling every once in a while from the weight of the dough

He observes every movement your hands make

Patiently waiting for you to finish the task at hand

“So when are you gonna.. you know.. put them in the oven?”

You look over at him as you’re delicately brushing egg whites over the cookies

He’s real desperate for cuddles and here you are, making cookies

y/n, what’s wrong with you? Give the guy some loving

“After the oven beeps. It has to be 175 degrees for these to bake properly. Be patient”

A few moments later, the oven beeps and you FINALLY put the cookies in

Poor guy is nearly jumping from excitement when you finally remove your apron and move to give him a hug

It was now time for Sicheng and he honestly couldn’t wait to receive your attention instead of watching you fuck around with dough and ignore him

Lucas:

Lucas probably could get your attention and cuddles whenever he wants

So when he sees you dusting the house

In your cute little Saturday morning outfit

Shorts that are WAY too short to be allowed in public, and an old tee you’ve had for centuries

He can’t help but want to cuddle his little cutie

But he knows you can be a little bit feisty when you set your mind to something and he tries to distract you from it

Does he care if you get a little upset if he takes your attention for like.. an hour?

No bro, he doesn’t

When it’s Xuxi time, it’s Xuxi time

Besides, when you’re angry, you’re basically just like a little angry hamster

He walks up behind you and suddenly lifts you

And at this point you’re like “wtf is happening?”

Until you realize that the gentle giant (if you’re taller than him, then he’s the midget) of the house is carrying you towards the couch

“Yukhei, I was dusting. Put me down. I need to finish this before I can relax”

“You can finish it later,” he plops down on the couch with you on his lap “right now, you can relax with me”

You basically claw to get out of his grasp to finish your task

But his iron strong grip is keeping you sat upon his lap

Eventually you give up

What’s the use of fighting it

He could probably bench press 40 of you

So 1 of you wanting to get back to dusting is probably like holding a squirming kitten in your arms

You toss the dusting rag in your hands onto the coffee table

And then snuggle into his hold

Yukhei has won

But then again, how could he not?

Xiaojun:

You decided recently to take up a new hobby

And that hobby was dancing

So you decided to try and cover one of your boyfriend’s songs

And wow, to DJ

Coming home from practice and laying his eyes on you attempting to dance to Turn Back Time was the cutest shit-

There you were, in your pyjamas

In the middle of the living room with everything pushed out of your way

Trying your best to follow along with his movements on your laptop screen

“y/n, you do realize you could’ve just asked me to teach you?”

You pause and turn to face him

You didn’t hear him come through the door and now 1.) you were deeply embarrassed and 2.) you ruined your surprise for him

“I wanted to surprise you with it, Dejun..”

God, when I tell you this guy’s heart grew like the Grinch’s after all the Whos showed him the warmth of Christmas (idk if that’s even right I haven’t seen the movie in years-)

He rushed over to you and pulled you into a tight hug

“Let’s go rest. I’m tired after practice and I’d just love some hugs from you”

“DJ, I really want to learn this for you.. You can go rest and I’ll come join you later”

“I can teach you later. Having me teach you would be significantly better than trying to learn from a dance practice video..”

But his attempts to convince you to come cuddle you were futile, as you ‘just wanted to do it by yourself’

Eventually he just resorted to picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder to carry you to your shared bedroom

You tried to protest, but your protests were just as futile as his cuddle requests

He did take the responsibility to teach you the choreography after your little afternoon nap, even if you tried to refuse

Hendery:

Your anniversary was coming up and you thought you’d do some arts and crafts to make a handmade card for Kunhang

You were successful in your endeavour until he found his way into your craft room

Kind of like a sneaky snake

You didn’t realize he was there until he whispered a “whatcha doing?” into your ear

This basically caused you to jump the height of the empire state building

You tried your best to hide the card you were working on, hoping that he didn’t see too much of it

“I was making something for you- for our anniversary”

A grin found itself onto his face

“That’s so cute, y/n” he pulls you into a suffocating but loving hug, “but how about for right now, you come cuddle?”

“I’m busy..” your voice was muffled by his hoodie “I don’t want the decorations to dry wrong, Mr. Wong” (yes y/n, bust out those rhymes)

“Oh come on, I’ll love it no matter what the decorations look like”

The next few minutes were just filled of Hendery’s attempts to get you to be the big spoon because he ‘wanted to know what it felt like’

You finally gave in

Because not gonna lie, cuddles with Hendery are SSS tier

Not before trying to hide the card under a stack of books

You didn’t want him to lay his eyes on it again until your anniversary

Yangyang:

I feel like

With you, Yang² would be clingy 24/7

He just hits me as a lad that would love to show his love for you in any way possible

And because of this, there’s a lot of begging for cuddles

When he comes home to see you curled up in bed with a cold facecloth draped over your forehead

He’s immediately worried

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

You explain to him that you think you might have a little flu, but that’s all

And that maybe you being in a close proximity with him wouldn’t be great for him

Still, he attempts to climb in bed with you to hold you close

“Yangyang, I don’t want you to get sick. I don’t want to take care of you when you’re bowing to the porcelain gods”

“Oh come on, y/n. I need cuddles because it hurts me to see you like this... and you should cuddle me because cuddles are the best cure-”

You roll your eyes and sit up from the bed slowly before making your way to the living room, to at least prevent the guy from catching whatever you had

And as you’re heading down the hallway you get the “y/n, y/n, wait”

He grabs your hand and pulls you back towards the bedroom

You’re too weak to protest against this

You used up your energy and brainpower by trying to force Yangyang to leave you alone

It didn’t work, of course

So you gave in

Maybe you did need cuddles from him

You two spent the rest of the day spooning in bed and snoozing

Taking a break when you needed to bow down to the toilet, of course

He was right though, the cuddles did make you feel a bit better

#wayv #wayv scenarios #wayv reactions #nct reactions #nct #nct scenarios #wayv kun #wayv ten #wayv winwin #wayv lucas #wayv xiaojun #wayv hendery #wayv yangyang

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cocastyle · 3 years

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Wish — ONE

Pairing — Maxwell Lord x reader

Word Count — 7,234

A/N — and here is the first official chapter! I’m so excited to explore this storyline with you all and having an already established relationship between Maxwell and Y/N is going to make this story just that much more interesting!! let me know what you all think so far in the comments and thank you for the support I’ve already received from you all! it’s so greatly appreciated :))

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W I S H

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ONE ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

"Welcome to the future."

The familiar voice of Maxwell Lord spoke through the TV, the sizzling sound of bacon on the stove and the soft hum of a girl's voice harmonizing with the commercial just like it did almost every morning. It was a natural occurrence for the apartment, the familiarity of it all providing a warmth to the place that Y/N herself couldn't describe.

"Life is good, but it can be better."

The girl picked up a small piece of already cooked bacon and took a bite, her eyes flickering over to the small TV while her other hand absentmindedly flipped the bacon in front of her. Y/N let her gaze wander over the man upon the screen, the corners of her lips perking up with each crunch of the bacon between her teeth while she followed every single one of his animated movements.

"And why shouldn't it be? Everything we've ever dreamed about is right at our fingertips."

He was smiling towards the camera, towards the audience watching on the other side. Maxwell Lord was a man who was destined to be a TV star in some shape or form, even if that meant a commercial. His charisma, his charm, his whole being was something the world was meant to see and Y/N had known that since the moment she first laid eyes upon him that Maxwell Lord was meant for greatness.

"But are you reaping the rewards?"

Y/N flickered her eyes back over to the bacon, smiling with satisfaction once she noticed it was almost done. She moved across the room to where pancakes were currently covered with pieces of tin foil to keep them warm. She pulled the tin foil off, tossing the discarded pieces into the trash before grabbing the extra plate she had ready and bringing it over to the bacon which she began to take off the pan one by one.

"Do you have it all?"

Y/N hesitated at that, the question ringing through her ears and swirling within her head. She was too busy thinking that she didn't even register the sound of footsteps until two arms were snaking around her waist, lips gently pressing against his neck and leaving a soft kiss where the lingering ghosts from the night before still peppered her skin.

Yes, she wanted to say. I have everything I could ever want.

Y/N let out a soft sigh of content, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned back against Max, her free hand sliding up into his hair while he moved his lips up her neck and towards her cheek where he left a gentle kiss. "Good morning," Max whispered, his lips brushing against her ears and making her shiver before he was burying his face into her neck while he held her close.

"Morning," Y/N replied a little breathlessly, not being able to help the effect Max always seemed to have on her. She could feel his fingers trailing down her side, gently lifting up the night shirt of his that she had thrown on so that his hands could glide across her skin. He held her waist then, his thumbs rubbing soft circles against her skin while Y/N struggled to pull herself out of the daze she was already falling into.

The smell of bacon was the only thing keeping her from falling into a mess right then and there and she didn't hesitate to pull the rest of the bacon off the pan and on to the plate. She then moved the pan off to the side, quickly shutting off the stove before turning towards her boyfriend—the one and only Maxwell Lord.

He was already dressed to impress, his usual suit hugging his body and his blonde hair styled back to perfection. His brown eyes shone down on her, twinkling as they always did when he looked at her. Then there was that smile, a smile that was very similar to the one on TV but with an extra component reserved just for her. He was a sight to behold, his beauty something that never failed to make her heart skip a beat.

Y/N barely had time to smile before Max was pulling her closer by her waist, his head ducking down to close the distance and capture her lips with his own. She instantly responded, her eyes fluttering closed while her hands reached up to wrap around his neck and pull him closer if that was even possible.

It was a simple kiss, one that still managed to make her breathless while also preventing her from forgetting the food that she had spent a while making while Max got ready for work.

Max pulled away first, his smile never leaving his face as he looked at her before he wrapped both arms around her waist and nodded towards the TV where his commercial was just ending. "You like the new commercial? Same words, just a different concept," he explained.

Y/N smiled and let her hand cup his cheek, her thumb gently caressing the skin there as she said, "It's perfect because you're in it."

Max jokingly rolled his eyes at that, pulling away from the girl in order to help grab the rest of the plates and utensils they would need while Y/N grabbed their coffee and a bottle of syrup for the pancakes. Max set his things down before pulling the chair out for Y/N to sit in. She let out a quiet mutter of thanks while he just pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek and sat down beside her.

The two were like a well oiled machine as they got their food situated, neither of them even saying anything as they automatically began passing things to one another that they knew they would need for their food. Before long they were already eating, Max letting out a small moan of delight before whispering, "Honey, you've outdone yourself again. I still think you should quit your job at the museum and open your own restaurant or maybe even a bakery."

"You only say that because you don't want to cook it yourself," Y/N teased, raising her eyebrows at the boy with a teasing smile while he simply winked at her.

"Maybe the half about me not wanting to cook is true, but the half about me only saying it's great because of that is a lie. You seriously know how to cook," Max insisted earning a small chuckle from the girl.

"Well I'm glad you love it so much and I guess you must be right if you've been able to stick with my cooking for almost three years now," Y/N admitted, noticing the way Max's smile grew a little when she mentioned how long they had been together.

"I'm always right," Max insisted earning a small eye roll from the girl which made him chuckle. He bit into a piece of bacon as he lifted up his watch to check the time. "Shit," he muttered, already turning to his plate and beginning to pile all of his dishes on top of it. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I really have to head to work."

Y/N frowned at that, having not noticed it was already time for him to leave. "Really?" she asked, attempting to sound curious and not whiny. "Is it already time?"

Max knew what she was doing and let out a small chuckle as he set his dishes in the sink with the intent to clean them later when he got home. "Sadly, yes," he told her. "And if my calculations are correct, you have about half an hour before you need to head to work and unless you want to work in my shirt all day you might want to get ready. Not that I'm complaining."

Y/N turned to him at that, rolling her eyes at the smirk that dawned his face as he not so subtly looked her up and down. She looked away with a sigh and stood up muttering, "I wish we didn't have to work. I'd much rather spend the day here with you."

"I know, sweetheart," Max sighed, taking one last sip of his coffee before rinsing out the cup and setting it in the sink. "But we have to."

"Life is good," Y/N said before pointing to her boyfriend half heartedly and making the face she was so used to him doing on TV. "But it can be better."

Max gave her a small smile at that before walking over and pulling her in for a hug, one hand holding her head against his chest while his other arm was wrapped around her waist. Y/N closed her eyes for a moment and breathed in, Max's scent instantly filling her senses and making her feel more relaxed than before.

Y/N then glanced up at the man who smiled and leaned down to kiss her. She instantly kissed back, her hands beginning to slide up his chest and inching their way towards his hair. However, before she could deepen the kiss and somehow convince him to skip work for the day, Max was already pulling away with an apologetic smile.

"I really have to go," he told her. "I'm going to be late if I don't."

"Right," Y/N agreed. "We're still on for dinner tonight after work, right?"

"Of course," Max assured her, smiling as she pressed one more kiss to his lips.

"Good. Have a great day. I love you," Y/N said, kissing him once more which in turn made Max chase after her lips to prolong the kiss.

"And I love you," he whispered before quickly pulling away and grabbing the last of his things. He went for the door and pulled it open before glancing back at Y/N who was standing in the doorway hugging her body with a small smile on her face. She lifted her hand and waved it ever so slightly in goodbye. Max smiled and sent her one last wink before disappearing out the door and leaving Y/N behind.

The girl stood there for a little while after he had left, her thoughts consisting of nothing but her boyfriend. She couldn't help but be slightly upset for this was what every morning was like, Max rushing off to work while they were still in the middle of breakfast. And she knew she wouldn't be able to see him until that night.

Luckily it was a date night which meant he would get off early just to eat with her, but most of the time he would be at the office until so late that by the time he got back it would be time for them to go to sleep and repeat the whole process again.

The weekends were the only days she truly got to spend a lot of time with him, but those were also the days that they were in charge of watching over his son Alistair which meant she didn't really get to have him to herself very often. Y/N never complained about it, but sometimes she wished he didn't always have to rush off or wasn't always so busy.

She just wanted to be able to spend a little more time with him was all, especially at this time since he hadn't always used to be so busy in the three years she had been with him. Lately he had just been going through a lot of things at work and he kept referring to some project that he was trying to get started, but wouldn't tell her what it was because he wanted to surprise her when it was ready.

Max's reminder of work was what kept her from getting lost in her thoughts for too long and Y/N quickly went back to the kitchen to put away the leftovers and clean up the dishes. Once she was done, she went to hers and Max's shared room and got ready, throwing on a nice blouse, jeans, and heels like always.

As she put her earrings in, her eyes flickered over to the picture frame on their dresser, her eyes lingering on the photo of her and Max from a gala the year prior. Max was kissing her cheek, an arm wrapped around her waist and holding her close while she smiled towards the camera and kept a hand upon his chest. It was almost funny to think that back then she still hadn't even moved in with the man yet. Now here she was sharing an apartment with him and wishing for the day that he finally decided to pop the question.

Brushing away all thoughts of Max, Y/N checked her appearance in the mirror one last time before grabbing her bag and heading off to work. She had been blessed enough to work at the Smithsonian Museum for a while now and was probably one of the few people on the planet who really didn't mind working. It was just the having to get ready part instead of staying in bed that got to her.

By the time she reached the Smithsonian, Y/N was already looking forward to her day. She was so lost in her thoughts about what she planned to do that she didn't even notice the person trying to go in the door at the same time as her until she had accidentally bumped into them.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry," Y/N quickly said, snapping out of her thoughts and glancing to her side where she was met with a warm smile. "Oh, Diana, good morning."

Diana Prince's smile didn't waver as she looked to the girl. "Good morning, Y/N, and it's really no problem. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings," she insisted.

"I assure you it was my bad," Y/N said with a small laugh. "I've just been lost in thought all morning and was kind of going through the motions."

"Is everything alright?" Diana asked curiously.

"Yes, yes, everything's fine," Y/N assured her. "I've just been trying to figure out my schedule for the day so that I'm able to go to dinner with my boyfriend tonight."

For a moment Y/N was sure she saw a flicker of sadness in Diana's eyes, but it was gone before she could fully register it was even there. "Ah, trying to juggle your work life and dating life can be hard," Diana agreed while Y/N let out a small sigh of agreement.

"You have no idea," Y/N said, the two girls chuckling softly before Y/N grabbed the door and held it open. Diana gave her a smile in thanks before walking inside. The girl followed after and was about to engage Diana in another conversation when she noticed that the woman was already gone.

Blinking, Y/N looked around for a moment before brushing off the interaction. After all, it wasn't unusual for Diana to disappear when the conversations became a little too friendly. Y/N didn't blame her. It was obvious Diana wasn't looking for a friend and she wasn't going to force her into any sort of friendship that she didn't want.

Y/N let her eyes wander around the museum as she headed for the back rooms, smiling slightly at all the history that surrounded her and the kids who pointed towards different exhibits in awe. It was only when she got to the back rooms that she reminded herself to focus, instantly heading towards the front desk where she began to pick up her papers for the day and any mail that had come in for her.

She was in the middle of flipping through her mail when she heard the sound of papers hitting the ground behind her. Y/N blinked before turning around, a curious look in her eyes before she noticed a blonde on the ground struggling to pick up her papers.

"Hey, Jake!" the blonde said, eyes locked on her coworker who was walking by at that very moment. "Jake, hi! Can you. . .can you. . .?" she began, but the man merely gave her a look before walking away.

Y/N rolled her eyes at Jake's behavior, not necessarily surprised since he wasn't exactly the kindest person there. She let her gaze shift back over to the blonde who was muttering to herself with a disappointed look on her face.

The woman didn't hesitate to set her stack of papers down before walking over and helping the girl pick her own papers up. The blonde blinked in surprise and glanced up, her eyes locking with Y/N’s as she sent her a smile and said, "Good morning."

"G-Good morning," the blonde replied, still stunned at the fact that someone was helping her and someone as beautiful as Y/N no doubt. Another pair of hands joined in and the blonde's eyes grew even more at the sight of Diana who flashed her a grin as she too helped pick the papers up.

"Hi," the blonde said to the two, still looking at them in slight shock. "Thank you."

"Diana Prince, cultural anthropology and archeology," Diana said as she reached out to shake the blonde's hand.

"Y/N L/N," Y/N greeted next with a warm smile as she too shook the blonde's hand. "Anthropology and curator."

"Barbara Minerva. Geology, gemology, lithology, and part-time cryptozoologist," the blonde said with a smile.

"Woah," Y/N said with a small laugh. "That's amazing."

"I kept busy in college," Barbara explained, quickly diverting her gaze as she grabbed the last of her papers and stood up. Diana and Y/B followed, each of them handing Barbara the papers they had managed to pick up. "Sorry. It's these heels, you know. It's stupid. I don't know why I was gonna wear heels. Scientists don't wear heels."

"Sometimes we do," Diana told her with a kind smile.

"Makes things fun," Y/N said, winking at the blonde. "And it might be just me, but I love the sound of my heels clicking down the hallway."

Barbara let out another nervous laugh, feeling slightly intimidated by the two gorgeous women in front of her who were both wearing heels. "Right. Right. Those are cool," Barbara said, pointing towards Diana's cheetah print heels. "I like those. Animal prints." She then did a small growl and Diana and Barbara both awkwardly laughed while Y/N let out a small breath and reached over to grab her stack of papers from the table nearby.

"Do you want to get lunch?" Barbara asked suddenly, her eyes flickering between the two women who blinked in surprise.

"I, uh. . ." Diana began, already sending the rejection that made Barbara's smile deflate a bit.

"Not now, obviously. It's morning. But later today, or whenever. Like, around. . .Like, at lunchtime?" she asked, hope still flickering in her eyes.

Y/N felt a wave of guilt wash over her and she gave the girl an apologetic smile as she said, "I'm so sorry, Barbara. I actually have to work through lunch today so I can get some stuff done."

"And I have a lot of work today as well," Diana said. "But maybe some other time?" Y/N nodded her head in agreement, both of them looking to Barbara who was obviously trying to hide her disappointment.

"Oh. Yeah, I'm busy today, too," Barbara muttered making Y/N feel ever worse.

"Great," Diana said, but before any of them could say anymore, their boss Carol came walking up, her fingers pointing towards Diana and Y/N.

"Ah! Diana, Y/N, do you happen to know who a Barbara Minerva is?" Carol asked, genuine confusion upon her face.

"Oh, hi, Carol. Hi!" Barbara exclaimed, forcing her smile on to her face despite the confused look upon Carol's face. "It's me. I'm Barbara. Remember? You hired me. Started last week."

"Oh!" Carol exclaimed, although Y/N had a sneaking suspicion that Carol really didn't remember her. "Gemologist?"

"Yes. And zoologist," Barbara added. "We had a couple interviews."

"Yeah. Well, the FBI are gonna drop off some artifacts later this afternoon," Carol told her causing both Y/N and Barbara's eyes to widen while Diana suddenly walked back over to the conversation.

"The FBI?" Barbara asked while Y/N let out a breath of disbelief.

"Wow," the girl muttered, knowing that whatever it was that the FBI had to bring in had to be good.

"Yeah. Yes," Carol told her.

"They're coming here?" Barbara asked, still in shock.

"The mall heist yesterday, apparently they were using a jewelry store as a front," Carol explained.

"Front for what?" Diana questioned and even Y/N found herself taking a small step forward out of curiosity and anticipation.

"Black market. Stolen jewels and art meant for private buyers. But we could use your help identifying one in particular," Carol explained, gesturing towards Barbara who smiled widely.

"My help?" Barbara asked before laughing. "Yeah, I'll help the FBI with whatever they need."

"Is that a yes?" Carol asked, obviously wanting to get the conversation over with.

"Yes. I would, um. . .I would love to assist you," Barbara told her.

"Wonderful. It's nice to meet you," Carol said before walking away.

"We've met," Barbara lowly called after her, her smile disappearing into a look of utter defeat.

Y/N watched the blonde for a moment before reaching out and placing a friendly hand upon the girl's shoulder. "Don't worry about, Carol. She treated me the same way when I first started working here," she tried to assure her earning a small grateful smile from Barbara in return. "I really am sorry about lunch, but I'll try and stop by later and talk to you for a bit if that's alright?"

Barbara's eyes lit up at that, her smile widening as she said, "Yes, yes! I would. . .uh, I would love that."

Y/N gave the woman a small nod before beginning to back away. "I'll see you then," she told her before turning and going to head to her office.

"Have a nice day," Diana said as she too turned to leave.

"Bye, Y/N. Bye, Diana," Barbara called after them, a small smile dawning her features all because of the two friendly faces that had made her feel not so invisible for the first time in a long time.

- - -

Y/N let out a small sigh of triumph as she leaned back in her chair, her eyes slowly flickering over the now finished work that she had laying on her desk. It seemed she was going to not only be off in time for dinner with Max, but now an hour earlier than she had expected. All she really had to do was go see Barbara like she had promised and then she would be free to go.

The woman had a little bit of a pep in her step as she got up and began to clean up her desk, putting away the papers that needed to be filed and sending the last couple of emails that she had written throughout the day.

It was when she was in the middle of filing the last of her papers that her phone went off. She didn't even bother looking at the caller ID as she picked it up and said, "This is Y/N L/N speaking."

"Good afternoon, Miss L/N. This is Raquel, Mr. Lord's secretary," the woman on the other end of the line said, her voice just a tiny bit shaky.

"Yes! Raquel. How are you, dear?" Y/N asked, not really paying full attention to the girl for she was too busy trying to file her stack of papers in her hand.

"I'm doing good, Miss L/N. Mr. Lord asked me to call you and deliver a message for you. He's really sorry, but he won't be able to make it to dinner tonight," Raquel said, her words making Y/N freeze almost instantly.

Raquel then went into this big discussion on how Max was held up at work and wouldn't be able to get home until later that night. Y/N could only stand there and listen as the girl rambled, her eyes closing as she sat down at her desk and leaned her forehead against her hand.

"Miss L/N?" Raquel's voice echoed through her ears.

"I'm here. I'm here," Y/N assured her before she let out a small sigh and sat back up in her chair. "Thanks for letting me know, Raquel. If you don't mind just letting Max know that we can just reschedule and that I'll see him when he gets home tonight, that would be great."

"Of course, Miss L/N," Raquel said. "Have a wonderful day."

"You too, Raquel. Don't let Max push you around too much, okay?" Y/N asked.

There was a small chuckle on the other end of the line before Raquel said, "Of course, Miss L/N."

Y/N smiled softly and pulled the phone away before setting it down to end the call. She sat there for a moment after that, momentarily glancing at the paperwork that she had so desperately tried to finish that day only for it really to mean nothing in the end.

Although, she really shouldn't be surprised. This had become an often occurrence in the past couple of months.

Letting out a sigh, Y/N got back up and made no effort to work quickly as she put the rest of the papers away. When she was done, she collected all of her things and made her way to where she knew Barbara would be dealing with the new artifacts.

To her surprise, Diana was already in there with the blonde, the both of them standing over a small box as Barbara muttered, "Here it is."

"What is it?" Diana asked while Y/Nnodded in greeting to a few of the workers as she walked over to the two girls.

"Um. . .Uh. . .I can't tell. Some light," Barbara muttered as she moved a lamp over the box.

"Whatever it is. It's kind of pretty," Y/N spoke up causing Barbara to jump in surprise before smiling once she saw that it was Y/N.

"Y/N, you came," Barbara said in slight surprise.

"Of course. I told you I would, didn't I?" Y/N replied, smiling softly at the girl who only blinked with a look of disbelief on her face as if she couldn't understand that someone had actually wanted to talk to her.

"R-Right, of course you did," Barbara laughed awkwardly. "Uh. . .I was just showing this to Diana. It's the artifact that they wanted help identifying. I think the technical term here is 'extremely lame.'" She laughed in defeat while Y/N and Diana both chuckled softly with her. "Um. . .It's. . .It's citrine. A classic stone used in fakes throughout history," Barbara told them, gently picking the stone up and sighing softly. "I can't imagine this is worth any more than $75. What do you think?”

"Fakes aren't my forte, but let me see," Diana said, taking the stone from Barbara and beginning to examine it. "Mmm. Latin."

"At least it's an antique, right?" Barbara suggested.

"Or a purchase from a stall on the Ponte Vecchio last week," Diana retorted. "You never know."

"I wonder what it says," Y/N admitted, carefully reaching out to run her fingers across the Latin words while Diana kept the stone in her grasp.

"'Place upon the object held but one great wish,'" Diana read off earning a surprised look from both Barbara and Y/N as the later girl pulled away.

"You read Latin?" Barbara asked.

"Yeah. Yeah. Languages are a hobby," Diana explained.

"Wow and here my hobby is watching TV until the sky is suddenly screaming good morning to me," Y/N muttered between laughs which Barbara and Diana quickly joined in.

"So maybe it's, like, a lucky charm or something?" Barbara suggested.

"Yeah, I guess. Strange," Diana said, letting her eyes flicker over the rest of the objects upon the table and the box the stone came from.

One of Barbara's coworkers Roger must have overheard because he walked over and placed his hand upon the stone before saying, "I really wish I had a coffee."

Y/N cracked a smile at that while Barbara laughed a little too hard for Roger's joke and said, "You're funny."

It was at that moment that another coworker walked in and said, "Hey, I got Erika a coffee, but she's out sick. Does anybody want this?"

Roger blinked before laughing and looking back over at Diana, Barbara and Y/N, "What? Yeah, I'll take one." He took the coffee happily and went to take a sip as he walked away, "Ooh, hot! Hot, hot!"

Y/N watched the man go, furrowing her eyebrows slightly before glancing back at the stone that was in Diana's hands. Barbara let out a small gasp of disbelief, "Did you see that? Can you imagine?"

"If only," Diana whispered.

"Hmm. So many things, I don't even know what I would wish for," Barbara admitted.

Y/N smiled softly as she stared at the stone in Diana's hand before lowering her gaze and moving to look at the other artifacts. She knew exactly what she would wish for if given the chance—to spend more time with Max and Alistair, the two people in the world who made her the happiest she had ever been each time she saw them.

"I do," Diana said, a distant look in her eyes before she set the stone back down. "Well, um, anyway, sorry to bother you. If you need anything, I'm around."

"Oh, yeah, I'm good," Barbara told her. "But thank you for. . ."

"That's okay. It's my job. And I'll look into it more when I have a chance," Diana replied.

"Okay. Well, thanks for. . .talking to me," Barbara added before glancing towards Y/N. "The both of you." She let out an awkward chuckle and looked down bashfully. "I'm. . .I'm sorry, uh. . .I mean, I'm fine."

"You know, we could go and grab early dinner and talk about exactly how lame that stone is," Diana suggested, her words making Barbara look back up at her in surprise.

"Really?" Barbara asked, her voice barely above a whisper and sounding so fragile.

"Yeah, I mean, citrine? Who are they kidding, right?" Diana joked.

"So lame," Barbara agreed between laughs.

"Dorky," Diana added.

"Lame," Barbara said. "That's, like, the lamest of lames."

"Yeah, let's go," Diana told her and Y/N watched as the two began to leave before biting her lip nervously and then running after them.

"Hey, uh. . .if it okay if I come too?" Y/N asked. "My dinner plans kind of flopped and I'd really like to make up for the missed lunch."

Diana watched her silently and Y/N knew she was thinking back to what she had said about going to dinner with Max, but Barbara was already smiling and saying, "Y-yeah. Of course."

Y/N smiled widely. "Great," she said, falling into line with the other two women as they began to head out the building. "Thank you."

And with that, the three made their way out of the building and off to dinner while Barbara silently thanked whoever was looking out for her for putting the two amazing women in her life.

- - -

Y/N had to hold back a snort as she leaned back in her chair, laughter shaking her body while she tried to ignore the fact that maybe she had one too many drinks than she should've.

"Wow. You're so funny," Diana said as she looked to Barbara, Y/N quickly nodding in agreement.

"Oh. Thank you," Barbara said a bit surprised seeing as no one had ever told her that before.

"My sides hurt," Y/N admitted, using her hand to brush her hair out of her face as her eyes sparkled at the girls. "I think my smile is now permanently on my face."

"I've got to agree with, Y/N. Wow. I mean, no one's made me laugh like this in such a long time. I mean, it's true, I don't get out much socially, but—" Diana began, but Barbara gave her a loo of disbelief.

"You don't get out much?" Barbara asked.

"No, not really. No," Diana said and Y/N had to hold back her utter of agreement for she knew how anti-social Diana could be if she wanted to, but she didn't want to let her know that she had noticed it.

"I'm sorry," Barbara laughed. "I'm just surprised. Because you just seem like the kind of person who's, like, always out. Like, people are asking you to go out all the time and you live out. You're just out."

The three laughed at that as Barbara began making hand gestures, "Like, you never get in. You just seem like you'd be really popular. And I would know because I've never been popular."

Y/N frowned a little at that, feeling a pang of sympathy for the girl who no one really seemed to give a chance to. "I wasn't popular much either," Y/N assured her. "It happens to the best of us."

That made Barbara laugh and Diana joined before saying, "I'm surprised you two haven't. You're both so personable. So. . .free. I mean, honestly, I gotta say that I envy that."

"What?" Barbara laughed in disbelief. "You envy me? That doesn't make any sense. Oh, my gosh. People think I'm weird. They avoid me and talk behind my back when they don't think I can hear them. I'm like, 'Guys, I can hear you.'" The blonde looked down at that, awkward laughs escaping her lips while both Diana and Y/N looked at her sympathetically.

"Barbara, my life hasn't been what you probably think it has. We all have our struggles," Diana told her.

"She's right. As much as I wish it were true, no one's got a perfect life," Y/N sighed. "Life is good, but it can be better," she whispered like a mantra.

"Yeah, it just sucks," Barbara said and Y/N chuckled softly at that. The blonde let her eyes flicker over to her new friend and she gave her a curious look, "So Y/N, you mentioned earlier that you were supposed to be getting dinner with your man, what happened if you don't mind me asking?"

Said girl let out a soft sigh, her eyes focusing on the glass of wine in her hand and the way the liquid spun as she slowly moved it. "He got caught up at work," she explained with a sad smile.

"You don't sound surprised," Barbara pointed out.

Y/N glanced up to find both women staring intently at her and she just shrugged. "It's happened quite a bit lately, but it's okay," she said. "He's had a lot to deal with, so I'm not mad or anything. I just miss him is all."

"I'm sorry," Barbara frowned. "I know it must be hard."

"It is," Y/N admitted with a sad laugh.

"How long have you guys been together?" Diana asked.

"We'll be coming up on three years next month," Y/N replied, a genuine smile appearing on her lips as she thought about what an accomplishment that was and how lucky she was to have Max.

"Three years? Wow. You must really be in love with the guy," Barbara teased.

"Yeah," Y/N said with a small blush, her thoughts suddenly being consumed with everything that had to do with Max. "He's the love of my life and he has this kid who is just the greatest. I'm very lucky with what I have. I just wish we were able to spend more time together, you know?"

"I get it," Barbara told her, reaching out to gently squeeze the girl's hand in comfort before glancing at Diana. "What about you, Diana, you ever been in love?"

"Uh. . .Yeah. A long, long time ago," Diana told her. "You?"

"So many times, yeah. All the time. Often," Barbara replied instantly making Y/N chuckle softly despite the ache in her heart that had reappeared at the thought of Max. "So what happened? Where'd he go, your guy?"

"He, uh. . .He died," Diana explained, her words making Y/N still. She couldn't imagine the type of pain Diana had to be going through. She didn't know what she would do if Max ever passed away. "But I still think sometimes that I see him up there in the sky. He was a pilot."

"Oh!" Barbara exclaimed.

"That sounds fun," Y/N told the girl. "I bet he was an amazing guy."

"He was all kinds of things, but he was great. It was true," Diana said.

"I get it," Barbara said, her eyes flickering between the two women who were invisibly now thinking about theirs guys. The blonde was quick to pick up her drink, smiling at the two as she said, "Well, cheers to us. Wishing us better luck, I guess."

Y/N smiled softly at that before clinking her glass with the two beside her, but she would only be there in spirit for the rest of the dinner for her thoughts would be on Maxwell Lord.

Just like they always were.

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By the time Y/N got home from dinner, she wanted nothing more than to curl into the embrace of the man that she loved. She knew she should be mad at him for ditching her once again, but she knew what it was like to be busy at work and would never blame him for working hard like he did.

However, she couldn't stop the small pit of despair that was growing in her stomach once she got back to their shared apartment only for the lights to still be off and for Max to be no where in sight.

The girl let out a soft sigh before walking towards their bedroom, stripping off her work clothes in favor of something more comfortable before pulling her hair back into a ponytail as she plopped down on the couch to watch a little TV while she waited for Max to get home.

It was at least another hour before the door opened up, Max tiredly shuffling inside before closing the door behind him. Y/N could already tell that he was tense and she frowned before slowly getting up from the couch, her eyes trailing over the man as he took his jacket off and went to hang it up.

Y/N came up from behind him, her arms snaking around his waist so that she could hug him from behind. She felt him relax under her touch, a small sigh escaping his lips as he leaned back into her while she rested her head against his back.

He sounded tired, but she could still practically hear the smile on his face as he said, "Hey there, sweetheart."

"Hi, Maxie," Y/N whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his back. "How was work?"

"Stressful," Max admitted with a small laugh. "I'm sorry about dinner. I just had a lot I had to deal with today and I didn't realize how long it would take."

"It's alright," she assured him, but Max was already turning around so that he could gently cup the side of her face.

"It's really not and I promise I will make it up to you, alright?" he told her and although she knew he would only forget just like the other times, Y/N still gave him a small nod and a smile in response.

Max smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips, his arm slowly snaking around her waist and pulling her closer before he pulled away and went to sit down on the couch. He held onto her hand and dragged her along beside him, pulling her down into his lap as he wrapped his arms around her waist and looked to her with a small smile.

"How was your day?" he asked. "A lot better than mine, I hope."

"It was the same as every other day," she told him, her eyes closing slightly in content as he pressed a small kiss to her neck before holding her tight and resting his face in the crook of her neck. "Just a lot of paperwork as always. I met a new coworker today at work named Barbara and went to dinner with her and Diana."

Max hummed in response before muttering, "Sounds like fun."

"It was," Y/N said. "Oh, and we got a shipment from the FBI with all of these cool artifacts."

Max hesitated at that and pulled his head away from her neck in order to look at her. His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he asked, "What kind of artifacts?"

Knowing that her boyfriend was intrigued, Y/N smiled and continued, not seeming to notice the way Max looked off into space as she spoke. "Apparently the mall heist the other day revealed the jewelry store was selling stuff on the black market. We got a big shipment of all sorts of artifacts. I only got to glance at a few, but there was this one gemstone looking one that I saw with this engraving on it. Diana said it mentioned something about making wishes with it and—"

It was then that she noticed Max's behavior, the way he was just staring off while being so quiet she would've assumed he was asleep if it weren't for the fact that his eyes were still open. "Max?" she questioned, her gaze flickering over him until he finally seemed to hear her voice and blinked himself back to reality.

His eyes flickered her way and she gave him a confused look. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Of course," he told her, sending that smile of his in her direction that made her heart skip a beat. "I just love listening to you talk is all." He pulled her closer to his body if that was even possible, pressing a small kiss to her cheek before whispering, "I love you."

Y/N didn't even have time to blink before he was closing the distance between them, his lips capturing hers perfectly while his hands slowly moved under her shirt before resting upon her hips. She couldn't help the way that her eyes fluttered closed and she knew her face was heating up due to the intensity of the kiss that literally came out of no where.

When Max pulled away, Y/N was sure her face had gone bright red, but thankfully the only light in the room was coming from a lamp nearby which meant that her blush was semi-hidden by the darkness.

"What was that for?" she asked breathlessly.

Max just shrugged with a small smile as he whispered, "I love you."

"Yeah, yeah," she chuckled, her eyes fluttering closed once again as he felt him slowly begin to kiss down her neck. She leaned back with a heavy sigh while Max smirked against her skin.

"I love you so much," Max whispered, his emotions heightened even more as he tried to process how his beautiful girlfriend had been able to help him achieve his dream without even realizing it.

Y/N let out a breathy laugh as she opened her eyes to look at the man, taking note of the way his eyes seemed to sparkle as he stared at her. "Oh, really? How much?" Y/N asked, smirking at the man who merely chuckled before pulling her up off the couch with him.

His eyes were practically flashing at her as he slowly began to back her towards their bedroom, his lips curving up into a smile as he whispered, "Let me show you."

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equalseleventhirds · 3 years

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fdsjflsk hello i have had the magnus archives and the web specifically on my mind AGAIN and this is only tangentially related to the convo last night BUT

a lot of ppl have shown up on my & other ppl's posts abt 'wow manipulation and spiders? why??' going 'well but there are spider tricksters in mythology'

and like... yeah, ok, there are. but are there that many, compared to other animal tricksters, and spider not-tricksters? enough to justify the exclusivity of spiders to the one entity??

so i. made a list, as i do. (you can't judge me for this you should know by now i make lists at the SLIGHTEST provocation) actually i made TWO lists, one of spiders in mythology & how they line up with tma's entities, and one of tricksters in mythology. (i knew some of these already but i also got a lot of them off of wikipedia. also tried to avoid detailing the uh. worse aspects of mythologies. we all know abt it but that isn't the point here.)

(we are ignoring for now my theory that the web's actually shit at manipulation and mostly just does control, and considering any spider that does manipulation OR control to be web-aligned)

spiders in mythology (and how they align w/ tma's various entities, if they even do):

anansi: okay i'll give you this one! yeah he is the trickster spider! yeah he lies & manipulates! he's not really uhhhh evil in any way or would inspire ppl to generate fear for the entities to shape themselves to, but ok yeah i'll give you that one as web!

arachne: she literally just wove tapestries? got into a competition with athena and wove a tapestry detailing the infidelities of the gods. like, if anything she is eye, going around revealing truths and stuff.

uttu: mostly seems to be about creation? weaving & plants. hid herself in her web, which isn't manipulation at all, it's just hiding. not rly entity aligned at all, at worst she's probably a victim of like, the hunt? maybe?

iktomi: another trickster! p much the same boat as anansi, where he's not particularly evil, but we'll let him be web.

spider grandmother: she just is helpful!! she creates & guides & protects! no entities.

ai apaec: creator & leader god again. only sometimes a spider.

djieien: just a very strong spider who hid its heart so it couldn't be killed? like, if anything, end.

great goddess of teotihuacan: associated with spiders, maybe not a spider herself? doesn't seem to be much known abt her, but potentially underworld, darkness, earth, creation, lots of things. no mention of manipulation or control.

nareau: another creation god. i guess he does do some arguably flesh-aligned stuff in that creation, but like, so do a lot of other creation myths.

areop-enap: again creation! hmm what a pattern emerges. doesn't seem particularly aligned with any entities.

tsuchigumo: ok i can give you web here i guess? bcos it does trick ppl, even if that tricking also kind of slides into spiral/stranger territory. and hunt territory obvs it literally is there to consume prey. also can give you evil here.

jorogumo: can also be web! there is lying & shapeshifting here, like the tsuchigumo, but slightly less pure evil? there's like, a couple of neutral depictions, but also evil ones. anyway. web.

gamba: not on wikipedia but wikipedia only talks abt the filipino story of the spider who wanted to marry the fly, NOT gamba, and i LOVE gamba. anyway she just created things. got too into her work and turned into a spider. idk what entity is 'fear of being a workaholic' but it's not the web. maybe lonely, since she neglected her family relationships abt it?

conrad of constance: not a spider himself, but drank out of a cup with a spider in it, showing that the cup was not poisoned even tho ppl thought spiders were poisonous. i don't... i don't think this is an entity. hey jonny maybe take some hints here, spiders are not that bad--

robert of bruce: my dude saw a v persistent spider and was inspired! it's chill it's cool! spiders helped scotland gain independence one time! wow no wonder fucking smirke hated them--

pan twardowski: again not a spider himself, but he lives on the moon and a spider hangs out with him and brings him news. a friendly spider! pan twardowski himself can be lonely ig, maybe the spider is eye, but like, a friendly eye.

vedic philosophy: now this is not technically mythology but i thought it was interesting, in this one a spider's web hides the true reality from ppl. could be argued as web but seems pretty much spiral to me? but like, a not v evil spiral, just like. neutral? it's fine.

overall... majority creation gods, actually. very few even evil depictions? wow jonny, rude.

anyway, list of animals (besides spiders) shown as tricksters in mythology:

humans! majority humans!! also like. specifically clowns several times? like, specifically clowns.

just kinda non-animal spirits/beings/whatever? sometimes vaguely humanoid.

rabbits & hares

foxes

coyotes

wolves

g...goats? sort of?? half a goat, anyway, thank you pan.

cats

ravens

mouse-deer! look up mouse-deer you will LOVE them.

monkeys

raccoons

also raccoon dogs

snakes

horses

praying mantises

tortoises

lizards

also a bunch of tricksters who shapeshift into like, a multitude of animals, but given that those are not their primary or even main secondary forms i guess we will not go into those (mostly that would just. take so much time omg.)

i didn't do a full tally, but foxes especially show up a TON, and rabbits or hares quite a bit, so either of those could've been the fear-god of manipulation. if like, we're relying on the 'there are stories about spider tricksters' thing (which we are not, in fact, i think jonny just picked a Cool Literary Symbol and did not think abt the worldbuilding implications so much)

EDIT bcos ppl keep misunderstanding: i don't think tricksters are the main source of the fear of manipulation. i don't even think tricksters should be considered a reasonable source for the web's manifestations. BUT people kept bringing them up when i had issues with the web's spider exclusivity (when both spiders and manipulation SHOULD have multiple metaphors and not be exclusive to each other) and that is why i made this list, thank you.

(also i'm aware there are ways to justify spiders meaning control sometimes. given the worldbuilding of tma, i don't think there's a way to justify them meaning control always. but that's a different post.)

#fdskjlfs hello good morning i'm making lists again #but ppl bring this up SO MUCH and like... it's not as relevant as they seem to think?#like STATISTICALLY spiders should not have wound up where they are in the tma fear pantheon #but oh well

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animeangst · 4 years

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Atsumu X Reader

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Angst ending

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Slight time skip spoilers, blood, major character death

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.2k

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You woke up the light shining into your window. You reached over the bed to find it empty. With your mind still half asleep, you sit up groggily. The faint sound of the shower comforts your suspicion of someone stealing Atsumu in the middle of the night. It was rare that Atsumu woke up before you; usually he was tired after his practices which led him to sleep a little later most mornings.

Atsumu has not been his normal self lately, his normal confident and teasing personality has been replaced with more anxiety than normal. Maybe it was just his upcoming game? Although he hasn’t shown this kind of nervousness before…

Well it’s not like you haven’t seen him act this way before. After his twin quit volleyball it was kind of hard on him. Maybe he just misses him!

Due to his upcoming volleyball game, Atsumu hasn’t really been able to do much. His schedule basically consists of practice, eat, and sleep. That would be rough for anyone. You think you should do something nice and make a yummy breakfast for the both of you!

You finally pull yourself out of bed, the shower still running in the background as you “sneak” out of the room. You make your way to the kitchen, and pull out some eggs and a pan. You set up the rice cooker for some white rice and get to making the omelette.

You’re not the best at making omurice, but you do know that Atsumu enjoys it; and so do you! It can be difficult to get it right, but it is definitely worth it! Once the rice cooker sang it’s little done song, you got to seasoning the rice. You shaped the rice into a little mound on each plate and placed the omelettes on top of each. The steam rising slowly from each plate tickled your senses; if it was half as good as it smelled you think it would be alright!

All of a sudden two strong arms snake their way around your waist. The fresh warm shower smell mixes in with the spices and you melt into his arms.

“Good morning, love” His voice is like silk in your ear. “It looks delicious” his breath tickles your ear as he takes a little bite of your shoulder.

“I thought you meant the food!” you laugh as he starts to tickle you, and nip at you playfully.

“I never said that,” he replies. You slip out of his grip, and take the two plates in your hands. You walk over to the table and set them in your normal spots.

You two have a fun time eating breakfast. Atsumu kept making fun of your omurice, saying he could do better (which you both know is not true).

"Well maybe I won't make you any more food" you huff playfully. You cross your arms and give him a side eye.

"You know I'd starve" he smirks, grabbing your arm, and pulling your hand into his. His cheeky smile turns into a genuine one. A slight blush falls over your cheeks. You look over to the clock to avoid his gaze.

8:00

"Sadly you have to get going" you say as you take your hand back and stand up. You take the dirty plates off the table and head over to the sink. Atsumu grabs your shoulder gently and lands a swift kiss to your cheek. He grabs his bag and goes to the front door to put his shoes on.

"Love you, Y/N" he calls out. "I'll see you after practice" and with that he left the apartment. You had the day off today so you were free to do as you wanted.

▬

You were lounging on the couch watching TV, when your phone gave a little chime. It was a text from Atsumu.

I’ll be home early tonight

Oh?

Practice will be over at 5 so I’ll be home

At 6

Can’t wait to see you then!

You check the clock

3:00

Since you spent most of the day doing nothing, you decide to meet Atsumu at practice. Since he has been feeling kind of down lately, you think it would be nice to stop by Osamu’s shop together for some after practice snacks/dinner.

You know that the train will take a little bit, so you decide to start getting ready; but after this episode....

By the time you get yourself ready it's about 4 o’clock. You walk out of your apartment building and start heading toward the station. The crisp fall air blows over you, the trees lining the street are a beautiful mix of red, orange, and yellow. The beauty of the scenery never failed to put a small smile on your face.

The train ride was simple, and walking to the gym the same. This wasn’t your first time showing up after Atsumu’s practice. Lately practice has just been ending later and later. You knew the boys worked hard, and you were glad they were getting a little break for tonight.

You enter the gym just as the boys are packing up their items. You hear someone shout your name and a familiar swish of orange hair catches your eye as Hinata runs over to you. Bokuto follows suit and wraps his arms around you in a bone crushing hug.

“Jesus, you’re killing me” you squeak out. “And you stink, dude” you were right, they were all tired and sweaty and oh god does it smell in here. You had no idea how they did this every day.

Slowly your boyfriend saunters over to you and his teammates with a smirk. He watches as they squeeze the life out of you in excitement.

"Alright, alright, let em' go" Atsumu says putting his hands up in a stretch. He looks over to you with a quizzical look. “Y/N, why are you here?”

“Ah, well” You mutter as you get put down by Bokuto. “I thought it would be fun if we could go to Osamu’s after your practice” you raise a hand to scratch the back of your neck sheepishly. The other boys leave you and Atsumu alone, as they go to grab the last of their things.

You and Atsumu head out of the gym, the rest of the team following behind. His arm slings around your shoulder, and you all walk towards the station. Everyone seems to be tired after practice, so the normally rowdy team is having quiet casual conversations. Bokuto and Hinata are rambling about spiking like normal.

You all manage to make it to the platform, and some of the members break off to go to their respective trains. A chill runs down your spine as a gust of cool wind blows through the group, and Atsumu pulls you a little closer. The train pulls into the station; Bokuto, Hinata, Atsumu and you board the train and find a seat.

“How have you been, Y/N?” Bokuto questions.

“Oh you know, like normal.” you sigh. “Nothing particularly exciting.” Hinata and Bokuto give each other a look, and look at Atsumu.

“Yeah, I’ve been so busy with practice I keep leaving my Y/N home alone most nights” Atsumu says. He gives the two other boys a sharp look. Your head resting on his shoulder as he pet your hair slightly.

“I’m an adult. I can handle myself.” You laugh.

Bokuto and Hinata blab on and on until your stop comes. The two of you stand up and give a little wave towards the other boys as you get off the train. Hinata and Bokuto give you a big smile.

You walk the familiar path to Onigiri Miya hand in hand with Atsumu. You gently swing your hands as you hum your favorite song.

“Gosh do you have to hum that all the time?” Atsumu says with a smirk. His thumb gently rubbing your hand. You nod your head humming louder. Atsumu shakes his head as he opens the door to the shop.

You are greeted by an awfully familiar looking man. You smile widely looking up at Osamu’s face. He offers a small smile and looks towards his twin.

“I didn’t know you were coming today.” Osamu states, cleaning his hands off with a towel. The shop was rather busy, with people milling around eating. It was a perfect time for dinner and it seems as if you weren't the only one with the idea.

“It was Y/N’s idea” Atsumu says tilting his head towards you. “I got out of practice early, and they thought it would be nice to come”

“Yeah” you pipe up. “I know you’ve both been busy lately so I thought seeing each other would be nice” the two men look at each other a faint smile pulling at their lips.

“Well, just wait here for a second while I set some stuff up. I can take a break for a bit.” Osamu says casually. “Let me steal him for a moment as well.” he states, pointing towards Atsumu. He follows his brother to the back of the shop, while you find a place to sit.

Once they come back, Osamu has a tray of food for all of you. It looks absolutely amazing as you all dig in and talk about your busy lives. You look at the two boys happily chatting, with a smile on your face. You’re glad that you got them together; they clearly missed each other.

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After a while, you look out the window to the street. It was already dark, and the shop was basically empty.

“Well” Atsumu says as he stands up. “I should take this one home” He laughs pointing towards you. “It was nice seeing you” He smiles as he gives his brother a hug. Osamu gives you a smile and a hug as well.

“We should do this more often!” you chirp. The two men give you a faint smile, as Atsumu grabs your hand.

The two of you walk out of the shop, stomachs full and genuinely having a good time. You can't remember the last time you were able to go out with Atsumu, and you're glad that he got to spend time with his brother. You notice that Atsumu is back to his old self.

“Hey, Y/N” he says, giving your hand a squeeze. You look up at him, the moonlight reflecting off of his face. “I’m sorry I’ve been acting kind of weird lately” He stops walking and takes both of your hands in his.

The headlights from the passing cars illuminating the two of you, casting long shadows along the buildings beside you. Atsumu squeezes your hands and looks up into the night sky.

“You know I love you, right Y/N?” he asks. The moon reflected in his beautiful brown eyes. He starts to look down to you. His eyes widen as he violently pushes you away from him.

It all happens so fast, you find yourself falling into the road and you hear tires screech out and a loud bang. A car crashed into a tree behind you, Atsumu splayed out on the sidewalk beside you.

Blood pools onto the gray of the sidewalk, your ears ringing violently. You crawl towards him; tears welling up in your eyes as you bring his head into your lap. You pet his hair gently, and you hear a scream in the distance.

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You don’t remember much after the accident, and you find yourself in a hospital bed. Osamu is sitting in a chair beside you. Your whole body hurt as you sat up. Osamu’s normally calm face was replaced with puffy red eyes and a frown. You knew something was wrong.

“Where is he?” you croak. You look at Osamu with half lidded eyes, the IV stung in your hand as you raised it to your head. All he does is shake his head. Tears spill over your cheeks involuntarily. Your emotions haven't caught up to you as the doctor enters the room.

“Ah, you’re awake. We’ve done a few general tests and you’re free to go home later today.” he rambles ruffling through the papers in your chart. He pulls up a chair and sits next to your bed. You had a queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You knew exactly what he was going to say. You watched as Osamu sat up in his chair and looked out the window, avoiding your gaze.

“I’m sorry to have to say this, but sadly Atsumu didn’t make it.” All at once your emotions come rushing out, your hands trembling as they cover your face. You bend down as sobs rack your body.

“We have many grief counselors and options for you here.” he continues. “And we found this by him at the scene.” the doctor pulls something out of his pocket. You hold out your trembling hands to accept the item. A ring box.

The doctor eventually leaves after explaining a few more basic things to you and Osamu. Osamu looks up to you with sorrow filled eyes, the box still clutched in your hand.

“He wanted to give you that last night.” Osamu said; his voice barely audible whisper. You opened your hand, the soft velvet of the box in your palm. With shaky hands you gently flip the top open to reveal,

An engagement ring.

#atsumu x reader #hq #haikyuu angst #haikyuu #major character death #some fluff #atsumu x y/n #miya atsumu #haikyuu!!

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