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dr4kenlvr · 1 year

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𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍—𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄!

feat. toman boys [mikey, draken, baji, kazutora, chifuyu, pah-chin & takemitchi] + gn!reader - crack (0.9k+)

request: thanks 😭 so its probably not very unique but i've never seen tokyo revengers escape room fics and im sure it would be really chaotic to get in one especially with the toman first gen boys hehe

nana's note: LMFAOOO i would pay money to see baji in an escape room, i don't think anything could beat that on a comedic level, sorry kei :p !!! also i have like ZERO experience w/ escape rooms so im kinda talking out of my ass—i hope things make sense 🫶 👍

this would genuinely be so, so fucking chaotic i can't even guys LMAOOO

they're all so ready to go and crack the case and escape real fast because "chifuyu's with us, and like, draken too i guess."

"OH, YOU GUESS?" -draken, with a vein bulging out his temple

you and the guys decided that the easiest way to do this was to split up into pairs and look for clues/hints together

here's a breakdown: mikey + draken, pah + mitsuya, kazutora + baji + chifuyu, you + takemitchi

"thank fucking god i'm paired up with mitsuya 'cause my shit for brains ain't gonna do much with kazutora." -pah with a triumph smile

"PAH???? PLEASE??" -kazutora in complete disbelief

"AHAHAHHA—WAIT, SHIT HE'S IN MY GROUP." -baji, with his hair tied up because he's fucking ready

chifuyu is rubbing his temple at this point

"WE'RE ALL IN THE SAME ROOM, SHUT THE FUCK UP." -mitsuya with a growing headache

"guys we need to start the clock is fucking ticking!!!" -you, as mikey, draken, and takemitchi are DYING of laughter

the staff have to settle you all down and explain the rules, time limits, and hint system before letting you into the room with a final cheerful 'good luck!'

the group laughs out loud as pah and mikey somberly wave goodbye to the crew, eyes fixed on the door shutting with a loud SLAM and lock

the group of you gape as you walk around the humongous room filled with props and setups that resembled a haunted mansion of an older era - it was quite beautiful really, but something about it made you and takemitchi shiver

first thing everyone noticed, was the huge closet that was locked and required a specific code to undo the chains that held it tightly shut

it was evident that the task was to find out a code somehow, and so each pair began investigating the room

some spoke up when they came across something of mild interest—only to find out it served no real purpose

mikey keeps on mentioning that they should ask for a clue but baji and kazutora claimed they didn’t want to look like pussies just 20 minutes in

a few moments later, chifuyu notices papers sticking out of certain books along the walls; he collects them all and shows his partners to which baji screeches:

“GUYS!!!! THERE’S A BUNCH OF LETTERS HERE!!”

he waves the pile like a flag and kazutora’s jumping up and down in excitement, shaking baji’s shoulders with a grin

chifuyu, who actually found the letters: lmfao k den bitch

the rest of the group huddles together and split up the letters to read

draken suggests that the numbers hidden within the letters are important for the code: “maybe there’s a specific sequence of some kind? each letter has one number.”

mitsuya’s head perks up and he leaves the group to rummage through something at the back—pah is all like “where are you going? wait where are you going, mitsuya please tell me where you’re going.” BECAUSE THIS MF IS SO LOST LMAOOO

“i found this collection of stamps by the coffee table, each one has a number on it but they’re not numerical order” mitsuya says, offering the box to takemitchi’s open hands

he picks each one up and inspects it closely, the stamps were from 1-5 but as mitsuya had mentioned, they weren’t in order

kazutora grabs them out of takemitchi’s hand with a cheeky grin, “MAYBE they correspond with the numbers in the letters?”

he puffs his chest out, before baji slams his palm flat on it with “YEAH, no shit sherlock. it doesn’t take a fucking genius to assume that.”

everyone just bursts out in laughter as kazutora physically deflates and lays on the ground: “fine, then you guys solve it.”

everyone shoots out possible strategies and solutions, but none of them work out every time you attempt to change the numbers

and baji gets so irritated and starts complaning like "god damn this shit is so hard it's making my ponytail fall apart" LIKE WHAT???

then there's pah: “BRO MY ASS HURTS LIKE HELL!”

“??? then stand up ????” -draken and mitsuya

“WHY WOULD I STAND UP WHEN YOU ARE ALL SITTING DOWN, I’M APART OF THIS TOO.”

you laugh, shaking your head at your friends

but you also find yourself getting increasingly irked as time ticks by

“uhhh you sure we’re not missing something?”

“i don’t know! why don’t you go ask an expert, idiot?”

“EXACTLY!” mikey yells, “let’s ask an expert,” he winks, signalling with his head to the big, bright red clue button on the wall

“it wouldn’t hurt right?” he scrunches his nose, trying to work his so-called adorable looks on the rest of the group

everyone looks around, and no one lets out a single complaint

mikey squeals as he stands, sauntering over to the other side of the room

and just as he raises his hand to press on the button, a loud alarm calls:

“TIME LIMIT REACHED, ESCAPE FAILED. YOU MAY NOW EXIT UPON STAFF INSTRUCTION.”

THE LOOK ON EVERYONE’S FACES IS JUST FUCKING (⊙⊙)(☉_☉)(⊙⊙)

I CAN NOT

everyone is just sitting down like a bunch of ducks staring at the door which is about to open

“WAIT WHAT THE FUCK? NOOOOO—”

“hi everyone! hope you enjoyed playing, you may now exit and grab your belongings from the cubbies outside. please come and try again next time!”

ya’ll just fucking walk out like a bunch of sad children who couldn’t prove themselves smart enough despite having NINE PEOPLE AHFHADFJSD

“wow that was so fun, so uh can we get food now please i’m starving.”

“MIIIIKEEEY!!!!” -everyone

sigh, maybe go to an arcade next time or something <3

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reblogs and comments are very appreciated!

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raidenssblog · 14 days

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Warm hands

Part 1

Pairing: Reiner X reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: mention of murder, breakdowns

Summary: you lived is Shiganshina, when Reiner tore down the wall, he killed your family along with it.

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Thousands of thoughts rushed though his head, only to be pulled out by your voice.

"Reiner? Love you ok?" You said looking worried.

Breathing in deeply he replied

"no, I need to tell you something important. Its about what happened in Shiganshina" your head turned to look at your boyfriend. "yeahhh?" you question.

Reiner struggled to speak for a few seconds before sighing. "the amor titan, the one who tore the wall down, this is gonna sound like im off my head but....the amor titan, was, that was me." he quietly said looking down at the land below. his head shot up when the sound of laughter broke the silence.

"Reiner, please don't joke about that, buttt you did get a laugh out of me. Can you imagine it tho? me loving the guy that destroyed my life? good one babe, lets head in its getting late and we have training tomorrow." you said standing up and descending the wall. Reiner stayed at the top watching you zip past the buildings, guilt still laced his stomach.

'Loving the guy that destroyed my life?' that line replayed in his head for a few minutes before he shook his head and followed your steps back.

"it's better if she believes it's a joke" Bertholdt told Reiner as he was folding up one of his shirts. "You probably shouldn't have even told her. it'll ruin our cover Reiner." he sighed "I guess you're right, but she deserved to know, believing it or not. we killed everyone she loved; she deserved an answer." he said before walking out to the mess hall for breakfast.

before he spotted you, you saw him first walking up to him and grabbing his arm, pulling his outside, out of earshot to the others. "Reiner, I have a question, and I want you to answer it truthfully. were involved with the Shiganshina wall being broken down? I was thinking about what you said last night. please tell me that was a joke and you were pulling my leg?" your eyes had a look of desperation behind them, wanting what he said to be a joke. when he looked down in shame that was all you needed to know.

"Oh my god, oh my fucking god Reiner. you can't be fucking serious!" "Please y/n you need to listen I-" "shut the fuck up Reiner!" you cut him off. "You never thought of telling me!" you were so angry and betrayed you couldn't even understand how the guy you've laid with could become one of.... them. your Reiner, your lover, your best friend.

"I have thought of telling you I just never had the right time too; no moment was good. I didn't want to ruin what we had, I love you too much to let you go and I'm sorry for not telling you. hell, I'm sorry I even did it in the first place but babe you need to hear my side of the story." Reiner swore he could feel his heart in his mouth. it was true, he didn't want to lose you, but after this, he doesn't even know.

"don't babe me Reiner, I trusted you?" your eyes swelled with tears, you turned and headed the other way, Reiner not even trying to stop you. millions of thoughts rushed through your mind, not one about how he could turn in a titan just, everything all at once.

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god this was kind of dog shit but I need to get something out there, ive been so inactive im sorry, school holidays now so yay. this has been in my drafts for like a year......

For @chaos-mix

#reader insert #attack on titan #reiner angst #reiner x reader #aot reiner #reiner braun #aot x reader #aot #shingeki no kyojin

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zvdvdlvr · 2 years

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ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ

s.ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: sɪʀɪᴜs, & ʏ/ɴ ɪs ᴀ sᴇɴsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ғɪɴᴅs ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ Sɪʀɪᴜs ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ᴀᴢᴋᴀʙᴀɴ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: sʜɪᴛᴛʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ, ғʟᴜғғ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀɴɢsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ғʟᴜғғ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀɴɢsᴛ. ɴᴏ ʀᴇsᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ᴇʜ?

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs: ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ

and lmfaooo my mini breakdown at the end kms

a 13 year old sirius sprinted down the corridor, laughing loudly, smoke in his hand as he was chased by his lover.

laughing hysterically as he turned a corner, he relaxed against the wall and fell slowly, closing his eyes as tears streamed sown his face from how hard he was laughing.

he heard y/n fall into the wall right by the corner, trying and failing to smother the loud giggles escaping their mouth. their hand reached out to try to steady themself on sirius, who was now laying down completely.

y/n started, still choking on laughter, "that- that fucking joke-" dissolved into more laughter before continuing, " it was so fucking bad!" they shrieked.

sirius was absolutely rolling. "thats why its so funny!"

♤

sirius blinked. no way he heard right. no way, in the entire reality, was it possible for them to be dead.

this is just a cruel, cruel, joke, thought sirius.

"'m sorry pads..." remus said, sympathetically.

the sadness leaking out of remus's eyes hit sirius like a strong stunning spell.

♤

"sirius-sirius please, leave. i know how this-" teary eyed y/n pleaded to the dark haired man.

"how?! how do you know?! this will work. y/n! it will! no one will get hurt! we'll-" he insisted desperately. his dark eyes frantically searching y/n's eyes, hollow and sunken.

"darling-" y/n tried, yet sirius kept talking.

running his hands through his hair over and over again, he started pacing. "we can finish this mission, yeah? and-and then-"

y/n threw their head back. "sirius listen to me! I've thought this out, all of it."

he looked at y/n, tired, desperate. "i know, b-but-" he closed his eyes. "i cant lose you and regulus. i pushed him away, and thats my fault, but i have a choice now and i wanna-" he explained breathlessly.

"darling, im not reggie. you aren't pushing me away. I'll- how about this? we'll step back from this mission okay? okay? you with me m'love?" at the mention of Regulus' name, sirius stopped pacing and turned his back to y/n.

as y/n approached sirius, muffled cries came from sirius. only a light touch caused sirius to turn into y/n's embrace, warm and loving.

y/n exhaled shakily. "we wont go on the mission. no one gets hurt, no one dies. that okay lovie?"

sirius quivered, yet nodded.

leading him to the bedroom, y/n played with his fingers.

♤

sirius imagined so many things. y/n writhing on the ground, pleading for mercy. y/n getting impaled in the stomach looking around for a hand to grab before falling to the unwelcoming ground and all of the crimson blood leaking from their body. it was so fucking morbid, but sirius had to know what happened.

"how did it happen?" sirius asked emotionlessly, one night at dinner.

remus closed his eyes and sighed. he opened his mouth.

"please dont tell me im not ready to know." sirius said.

remus's jaw clenched. releasing a shaky breath, he nodded. "yeah, yeah. i know, you need to know, i just- it-" he took a deep breath. "they were going on an... errand... for dumbledore. on the way... they were taken." remus blinked.

remus continued, "it was a division of death eaters... they were recording things for evidence and we found the recording device. they were asked all this- they were tortured, pads. it was horrible. it was so- and they were so sarcastic the whole time, like they always were. it was almost- in the end... uhm," he blew out a big breath and wiped away his tears. "from what we gathered, they were, uh... they bled out."

sirius was crying. "what were their last words?"

remus winced. "they were, uh, told to beg. beg for their life. their last few words were, when they had given up fighting, they said 'tell him i was in his side'."

ew this is absolute shit

(unedited)

lmfao thats why this is so shitty, bc its unedited, jules, jesus fuck

#sirius black #x reader #angst angst angst #angst angst baby #harry potter #angst #female reader #male reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sirius black angst #hehe #x gender neutral reader

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miamierre · 1 year

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Hii phoebe!! sorry to have another piarles breakdown in your inbox but imagine power rangers piarles au

where charles is a DISASTER magnet, who's always at the worst place at the worst time (he's still a ferrari f1 driver) and pierre is the red power ranger who keeps having to save him (while eventually also falling in love)

maybe arthur is the yellow power ranger or something so charles gets introduced to pierre as pierre (I'm trying so hard not to make this like peter & mj but fail) (the rest of the power rangers can be anyone from the grid)

anyways they're both idiots in love with each other, but they're idiots so neither of them make a move until the bad guys figure out charles must mean something special to the rangers because he happens to be at like 3/8 of the crime scenes and red ranger is actually tender with him in a way he isn't with anyone else, they think charles can be the rangers weakness

fast forward a few weeks, the bad guys have finally figured out a plan of attack, that they'll leverage charles for the jewel of power or whatever and they plan to carry it out at some ferrari event in Italy EXCEPT pierre (and arthur) are already there. not as rangers but just as the charles leclerc support squad. and they both fight dirty but somehow thwart the bad guys plan anyways and then it's just the three of them in an empty building and they end up revealing their identities to charles and when charles calms himself down enough to not kill his baby bro (who sheepishly takes his leave and runs the hell away from there but not before giving a suggestive wink towards them both and pierre makes a reminder to give him the worst tasks from now on because that little shit.)

then it's just pierre and charles and charles and pierre and charles comes and stands so close to pierre that their toes are touching and he looks furious but also so concerned and a little worried and maybe even hurt and it looks like he's about to either slap pierre or kiss him and pierre can't decide when charles snatches him by his collar and their mouths collide but since they're both idiots they lose their balance and fall on top of each other before bursting into hysterical laughter that turns a little too emotional and charles says the deepest, most emotional poetic thing pierre has ever heard in his life with that teary look in his eyes and pierre is like "fuck I am in love KISS KISS KISS"

anyways they become boyfriends after that and nobody ever let's them live it down especially arthur

(I am sorry for yet another piarles breakdown but you and katie indulge me so much and I am spoiled, thank you for being some of the most amazing piarlies ever)

KSBSKDNSHDBKDKD ANON IM LITERALLY GOING TO KISS YOU SO HARD

first things first. oh my god. never apologize ever. i feed off of people having piarles breakdowns it is my LIFE BLOOD please ALWAYS come tell me every piarles thought you have always im so serious this goes for every single one of you

secondly, baby are you kidding me. are you KIDDING ME. area woman who never got over power rangers (2017, dir. dean israelite) IS GOING TO START EATING HER ARM ABOUT THIS

ok deep breaths. literally this is so sososososososo so good im gonna die. like?!?!?!? charles being a disaster magnet just feels right (in the green lantern au that lives vaguely in my head that is exactly how he is too so 🤝🤝) and pierre being the one to constantly rescue him is soooo. Yeah. arthur makes fun of him so much for being the Knight In Shining (Red) Armor and pierre is like "i dont care if we both have ranger strength. i am going to kick your god damn ass." arthur just laughs bc pierre would never, he's too fond of the leclercs no matter how annoying they are.

BAD GUYS TAKING NOTICE OF PIERRE'S AFFECTIONS FOR CHARLESSSSSS AJDBSGHDKDNDKFKA yeah. yes. yes bc its so obvious of COURSE the red ranger has a weakness. of course. everyone can see it. EVEN CHARLES KNOWS. he tells pierre sometimes he has a thing for the red ranger and it makes pierre insane every single time. like he has to repeatedly Take A Walk and charles thinks it's bc he hates the idea of the power rangers but in actuality it's "he can't see me get maybe turned on by this so i have to get out of here"

also also also. oh god. oh my god. charles after he finds out the red ranger is pierre?!?!? would be so worried immediately after the battle bc pierre is bloodied and beaten a little, mostly okay but also definitely a lil fucked up. he's touching pierre's face, are you okay, pierre, you could've fucking died--and that devolves into the How Could You Not Tell Me and he starts to get mad and pierre just. is so relieved charles is ok and he knows that he just grabs charles to pull him close for a hug, but charles has other plans and kisses him instead. and he's like oh yeah you do have a crush on the red ranger don't you🤭😏 and charles is like "you're actually the worst person in the world bar none"

ANYWAY @cerona14 BESTIE. COME LOOK. PIARLES PR AU

#had to tag cerona bc i KNOW this has been discussed in passing at some point #anon i love you sm thank you for gracing us w this GORGEOUS AU #AU tag #10 x 16 #ask reply #Anonymous

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seongoftheheart · 2 years

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The Costa on the Corner of Royal Parade

Woosan drabble (600 words)

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Wooyoung's watch told him he had eight minutes to get back to his lecture. Wooyoung's brain told him he had eight minutes to get back to his lecture. Wooyoung's friends told him he had eight minutes to get back to his lecture (via an instagram groupchat). Wooyoung's heart told him he had forever.

The line for the Costa on the corner of Royal Parade street was always pretty lengthy whenever he walked past it. Now he was actually here, it seemed even longer. He just wanted his damn mocha, wanted it ever since his best friend Yeosang had informed him that caffienated hot chocolate did in fact exist. Honestly, whoever had invented it needed a big kiss right on the lips.

Wooyoung was at the end of a very long, very arduous and very grueling project that he had been procrastinating for months. Now the end of it was only a couple of days away, he had been cramming and drawing non-stop for it, pushing through about seven different levels of exhaustion and burn out and triggering at least fifteen separate breakdowns. It had been a stressful couple of weeks.

But now it was nearly over, and he was taking a very, very well deserved, not at all problem-avoiding break to go and try a mocha and sit up on the grassy hill of Plymouth Hoe while staring out at the sea and hopefully attracting someone with his mysterious good looks and his mysterious aura and his mysterious coffee alone. It had also been a lonely few weeks (months).

"Hey, how can I help you?" the tired but chirpy lady behind the till asked. Wooyoung woke up from his drifting thoughts and looked at the menu, as if he hadn't been rehearsing what he was going to say for the past twenty minutes.

"Hi, can I have a regular mocha please?" he prayed he was pronouncing it right.

The lady smiled. "And is that to drink in or take away?"

"Uhhh, take away, please."

"Alright, that'll be three pound eighty, please."

Wooyoung's hands shook as he searched his wallet for the coins. He was taking too long, this was so awkward, why didn't he just have the money in his hands ready-

A coin slipped from his sweaty palm and clattered to the floor, skittering a little way away. Immediately flushing bright red and stuttering an apology, Wooyoung bent swiftly, trying to locate the errant pound. Of course the worst had had to happen, he might as well just crawl into a hole and die now.

"Here you go."

Someone else had picked up Wooyoung's money, and was now offering it to him from their palm. He shot up quickly, face burning as his voice shook slightly over the multitude of apologies tumbling from his lips. He grabbed the pound and stared resolutely at the floor, bobbing his head in thanks. The stranger laughed lightly.

"Why are you apologising?" his voice was soft and quiet, with a teasing lilt of laughter to it. Wooyoung glanced up in a brief show of courage. The stranger just had to be pretty too, huh? Cute dimples, soft brown hair carefully styled with a bleached lock curving into his eyes, glasses perched on his nose. Smiling eyes. Fuck.

Wooyoung blinked and turned away quickly, back to the cashier lady who was looking at them with a strange cross of boredom and entertainment on her face. He handed over the money quickly and took his receipt, stepping to the side slightly to wait for his coffee. This only brought him closer to the pretty stranger, who was still looking at him with a smile dancing on his lips. Wooyoung studied the floor.

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kind of doxxing myself w/ this one??? anyways, i keep forgetting abt this account then coming back to it, its giving me whiplash. hi. im back. hello (´▽｀；)ゞ

this one is based on a true story, actually. im an exhausted art student, who was running horrifically late on a project, and i was out of my mind w/ stress. i did, in fact, try a mocha for the first time (it was gross and nothing like caffienated hot chocolate), and the whole interaction between woo and san actually happened between me and a maccies employee (he was cute but i never saw him again, unlike wooyoung who went and sat on the Hoe (which is a big area of tarmac, grass, and an old war memorial, all overlooking the sea), he drank his mocha and hated it, then San ran into him again and they started talking and Woo got his number and they went on some dates then became boyfriends and lived happily ever after the end).

im also gonna be crossposting my inktober art from my insta and twt over to here too, so look forward to that ig?? lots more of woosan, and seongjoong and yoonmin and changlix and more. thats all for now ig?? see u soon :>

#woosan #ateez #에이티즈 #wooyoung #san #kpop #ateez fanfic #kpop fanfic #우영 #산 #우산 #ateez woosan #ateez wooyoung #ateez san #jung wooyoung #choi san #최산 #정우영

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aliive-but-not-liiviing · 5 years

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#the ikon situation ..... yikes #if the translations are right then Y I K E S #why are kpop stans .. defending them? like what they did was gross??#they literally treated being gay as a joke & a mental illness #they all laughed as that one member(sry idk their names) 'came out' to his mum over the phone .. they like lost it with laughter ..#whys it funny for someone to come out ?? whys it even funny to have a friend jokingly come out as a prank on their mum??#then for one of them to say to him to stop before his mum has a mental breakdown .. as if being gay is THAT awful #im just ???#im actually upset fkshdksh like. i still havent been able to come out to my parents.#my mum lowkey knows bc i always call girls pretty & she refers to my future partner in gender neutral ways but like #i still cant come out ?? my dad would probably beat the fuc k out of me hes so homophobic ?? its fucking terrifying ??#to treat that as a joke is just sick imo. it isnt a joke. its fucking scary and gay kids get beat and even killed for coming out #it isnt a joke it isnt funny why do people find stuff like this funny ??#straights being like 'YEA MOM IM GAY LOL' as a big ol' prank is just ?? not funny ???#not to be That fan but. if any of bts did this the kpop community would RIOT #but bc its ikon its like ?? excused ?? suddenly we're all overreacting ??#kpop stans still bring up things namjoon did FIVE YEARS AGO to attack him #now theyre bringing up that time jimin said that boys dont kiss when hobi tried to kiss him LMAO as if jimin doesnt cuddle and kiss bts 24/7 #((he was clearly joking around with hobi bc hobi tried to kiss him. in the clip its CLEARLY lighthearted. he doesnt mean it.))#they just love to hate on bts lmao its sick?? if this was bts it would be ww3 but bc its another group they dont care??#this is so gross im upset WE ARENT A JOKE !! BEING GAY ISNT A JOKE !! FAKE COMING OUT ISNT FUNNY !!#MY LIFE COULD BE IN DANGER IF I CAME OUT !! IT ISNT FUNNY !!#fuuuuuuuuck man #fuck everyone covering for them !! idc if you stan them !! they should apologise !!#💭#homophobia tw #tw

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blu3bub · 2 years

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knock, knock, knock on wood. (A Bruno x FEM!Reader story)

(word count: 1831) warning: light angst

chapter 0 here!

AWKWARD AFTERMATH - CHAPTER 3

“So, you… make gift baskets?” Bruno breaks the awkward silence that has been hanging on for a good while.

The two of them on their way to la casita in pure darkness in between logs and big bushes, mud dropping off their bodies while they walt through the half-trampled path. Bruno still walking bare feet leading to small “ow”’s here and there, Y/N groaning for every shiver going through her body – her clothes soaked with water from the pond.

“Yes, a-and party de-decorations” Y/N says with her teeth rattling, a sneeze breaking out while her nose runs.

Bruno looks at her – or tries, the dim light isn’t enough to see features and barely her silhouette, however the one thing he can see, and hear, is the fact that she is shivering way more than him. “… Are you cold?”

Am I cold? Ai, tonto del culo…

“Yes. I’m cold” She softens her inner voice. Y/N can’t just express that she is pissed in the first place – the man just got done crying, she doesn’t want to be the reason for his third time.

“I would offer my ruana- but you know… heh… it’s uh- it’s covered in mud – and-and I don’t know if that’s better or worse- you know worse than soaked clothing, like-like yours… heh- I mean unless you-“

“No, it’s fine.”

How can she be pissed at him? You can clearly tell he is trying his best.

I’m overreacting again… he is at least trying. Or… well he is trying to try, I guess.

“…I’m sorry – again – I really didn’t mean to-“

“It’s okay, señor-“

“I can replace the book for you! That was what you dropped, right?”

“N-… yes, yes it was.”

“I can buy you a new one! I promise!” He insists eagerly, drying his last tears off his face.

Y/N looks back at him.

His eye looking extremely horrible in comparison to the other, face lightly bloated from the breakdown episode, hair unusually tamed by the dripping mud almost like hair gel would do, and his expression forming into a soft and worried frown.

Something Y/N never will admit, is that she does and has always found this dork of a man, Bruno Madrigal, charming and … “an okay amount of attractive.,” And this attraction somehow raises in this very moment, her eyes fixated on the concerned look. But with her parents hanging around her neck, she never wanted to admit it and sure won’t do it any time soon. If anything, it was only a slight crush that has come and gone, she knew it wasn’t going to be more – she makes sure it doesn’t go further than that.

Though one thing she can’t hide, is the softened feeling of emotions she is having – not necessarily crushing but a more of a friend to a friend troubled feeling. A tiny concern about one another’s’ health.

From a towns person to the other.

“W-why don’t you have sh-shoes on?” She notes.

“Uh- … well- you see-… I don’t really have the best reason, though I’m guessing you would believe me if I did.”

“…w-what?”

“No- I mean- As in IF-“ He fumbles with his words.

Y/N can’t help but to chuckle, a small smile forming on her lips. This makes Bruno nervously laugh along, copying the tiny grin. A light breeze of joy hitting the tension off its balance.

“Uhm..- It was more of a- You.. you know like a sneak method! Like a spy from one of those action movies!” A weight lifts off his heart, making him feel more freely to express himself, the grin only widening as to see her reaction.

“S-so you were s-spying on m-me?” The shivering Y/N giggles.

“N-NO! Not like that- I mean it is like that but not really-“ His words goes from walking to running as well as his feet, making it hard for Y/N to catch up.

“Señor- i-it’s okay!”

“… dios mío, you’re really freezing, señorita”

“well duh, yo-you pushed me into t-the pond-“

“iM soRRY!”

They break out in laughter, Y/n laying a supporting hand on his shoulder, making Bruno blush slightly. Y/N doesn’t notice the red tone because of the light still being nonexistent, but she was more than grateful for that because she’s also blushing lightly, and who were she if she didn’t hide her true feelings?

The two of them reaches the tail of the long grass path and continue towards la casita, everybody else still sound asleep. Their voices automatically deaden as they reach the back door into the kitchen, it swinging open by itself.

“Thank you, casita” Bruno whispers as the lights turns on by itself, letting the two messy looking people get a sight of how much chaos they’ve been through within the last hour.

Y/N still wet as can be, soaked in both water and mud – her face barely visible though her tiny smile making it through the dirt upon her face.

Bruno bruised and his posture weaker than before, also disappearing in layers of mud however somehow his face hasn’t been hit – besides actually being hit – other than phantom trails of tears.

“Yo-You look horrible” She blurt out.

“I-Im sorry?”

“No! not like that! Imean–“ Y/N stops herself. “You need something to eat.”

“Oh… OH! Oh yeah. Yeah. My eye. Right.”

And as it was being said, Casita pushes another batch of Julieta’s wonderful arepa con queso towards the two of them as well as salt. Both grabbing one each and taking a bite – their bruises disappearing as if they were just a sticker upon their skin.

Bruno sigh out, relieved from pain. Y/N’s teeth still chattering.

“oh gee- I’m sorry- do you want a shower? You can borrow ours-“

“No I’ll-“ Y/N interrupts her own train of thought as she catches Bruno’s almost pleading look. She couldn’t say no. “… O-okay-“

“Perfect! UH... I’ll go grab some clothing for you! Wait, you don’t know where the shower is- Uhm- It’s down the- uh-“ He stammers. “Just follow me” He gives up.

And as told, Y/N follows Bruno down the hall and into a bathroom on the second floor, leaving trails of mud and pools of water behind them.

“You just hop in, I’ll slide the stuff in. Take what you need in there.” He insists.

It’s not often Bruno has someone to talk with – someone his age that is – so he leaves quite ecstatic, shoulder up high, leaving the poor Y/N quite confused.

He is so welcoming…

She steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, finding her way to the off section which seems to be the shower part.

… and awkward.

Y/N chuckles to herself and goes on with showering.

Perhaps she was getting the break she wanted and so desperately needed anyway. A nice hot shower – in a stranger’s house, no, not a stranger, the Madrigals house. And she isn’t there because of her friend Pepa or Felix, she’s there because of the one and only Bruno.

Her head fills up with thoughts as the mud floods off her body. The warm streams of water tangling from her shoulders down to both her fingertips and toes. Complete relaxation despite the weird circumstance.

Though the moment of relaxation finds its end quicker than she thought it would.

A grunt, as well as a door opening can be heard from the other side of the room. Y/N quickly hides behind the wall, protecting her from exposing her completely naked body. The grunt turns into a toilet seat opening as well as a yawn and humming – the shower still running.

How can’t this person hear that someone is in here?!

This person that has entered the bathroom is Felix – a half awake Felix. A Felix who hasn’t noticed there is someone in there with him. A Felix that is wondering why there is mud flowing the floor and why his feet were now filthy with it. A Felix now noticing Y/N’s remarkable dress.

Such a unique dress she has.

Felix smiles to himself with a nod, finishing his business and washing his hands, still humming quietly.

And there Y/N is, staring Felix down in the mirror, where she is on there for him to see – if he could, which surprisingly, he doesn’t.

Y/N’s heartbeat raising by the second, almost slipping with her feet, and yet Felix simply just walks out, continuing out to his beloved wife’s door like nothing happened. Y/N left in light shock, still processing what just happened.

Is she more surprised that the pendajo didn’t notice anything or is it the Pepa printed boxers he was wearing? No matter the cause, she is still left speechless.

Y/N quickly gets done washing herself, putting on the clothing Bruno has come with. A wine-red shirt of his as well as a pair of new boxers and dark grey sweatpants. She’s hesitant with the boxers though the fact that they look … and smell… brand new convinces her to put them on.

Outside the door is Bruno found sitting and waiting like a guard dog. His head skipping thoughts left and right, slight guilt and unsureness roaming the corners of his brain though at some parts wonderous and joyful.

He has only just met this Y/N that Pepa and Felix has talked so godly about and yet now he wishes to spend more than every minute getting to know her. A rapid curiosity that he has yet to have experienced before, exciting his whole heart, making it pump blood faster.

The thoughts bubble.

What does she do with her free time? Is she always at the pond at night? Who’s her friends? Do I know her family? Have I ever met her parents before? What does she think of me? What’s her favorite song? When is she done showering?

It’s as if it was a queue, for in the moment his thought ends Y/N steps out of the door beside him, dressed in his clothing - something was different about her, something he hasn’t seen before. Her face was rushed red, eyes open wide with a glass like look. Embarrassed.

“… is-is something wrong?” he asks, the curiosity still popping inside his chest.

A minute went by of silence. Her mood and aura have completely changed. She isn’t wearing her weightless and gleeful face.

“No.. no nothing!”

“oh.. oh okay!” He stands up, looking her in the eyes. Big mistake. The same blush infects Bruno’s cheeks fast and leaving him to a stuttering mess, the confidence he had built up completely gone. “uh-“

“Maybe I should… get going”

“Yeah maybe- I mean- Definitely- no – not like that- I mean-“

The awkwardness lays heavy on the conversation.

“Im just… gonna… go..”

“Yeah totally. Mhm.” He nods, his hand sneaking behind his head.

“… yeah… bye-“

“I will see you! … or not! Or- if you want to- I mean-“

And with that, Y/N awkwardly leaves.

That went… great.

“…Who was that?” A voice sounds.

next chapter

#bruno #bruno x reader #x reader #bruno madrigal #encanto #disney #fanfiction #madrigal #felix madrigal #love story #awkward

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anxiousgaypanicking · 3 years

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Manipulation

The word manipulation has such negative connotation surrounding it.

Whenever anyone hears the word, they automatically assume it’s somebody using somebody else as a plaything; as a means to get themselves to the top regardless of who ends up on bottom. Puppeteers have become a common representative for those who manipulate, as if they’re playing with people like dolls.

But, it doesn’t always mean that.

Sometimes it means over analyzing a situation and manipulating a conversation to stay away from you in order to protect yourself. Sometimes it’s joking about your trauma so that nobody else can use it against you and get the upper hand.

Both things Janus Dolion was notorious for doing.

He knew he had manipulative tendencies, and admittedly he has used it to bypass a few teachers and get a few things throughout his life, but he likes to believe he’s grown since then, and was expressing such, only for his therapist to tell him otherwise.

“You’re manipulative,” was how he started it off, before he quickly clarified “not in a bad way! You just know how to lead a discussion in a way that will keep the attention off of you. You did it a lot when we first started therapy.” Mr. Picani, Janus’s therapist, laughs, as if he didn’t just lay down news that pulled Janus’s breath from him. “When we first started, you had issues opening up to me. That’s often normal, but even now, when we talk about the incident, you make jokes about it.”

Mr. Picani clears his throat, as Janus sits there in silence, hands fidgeting with the pop-it he’s holding, fingers pushing the small orbs down, only to push them back on the other side.

“People who joke about their trauma often do it as a quote-unquote ‘coping mechanism.’ However, they also do it so that they’re always in control of it. If you joke about it, you can control the laughter, and you can therefore control whether or not other people talk about it.” Mr. Picani taps his pen to his notepad, before adding “plus, every time I simply smiled or tried to press on something further, you’d conveniently get side tracked and unveil some new trauma or incident that we’d get fixated on instead, this thing significantly less bad than the accident.”

Janus’s hand shoots up to his face, smooth fingers bumping across rough scars, before he lets go of the pop-it. His hands clasp together, fingers brushing against the same scarring over his hands. With the scorched hand, he can’t feel his normal one, most of the nerve endings having been severed.

He looks uncomfortable as he fidgets.

Instinctively, he feels the urge to say something else. Something such as “you’ll never believe what the medic said to me after the incident” or “guess who asked me to Homecoming,” but he doesn’t, because this is exactly what Mr. Picani was talking about.

He’s never cared about whether or not he’s a good or bad person, seeing as morals can be easily manipulated by religion, but now he feels a sinking feeling in his gut. Is he as bad a person as some claim he is?

“I can read the look on your face,” the therapist says, and immediately Janus’s eyes snap up and his lips press into a straight line. Any emotion previously displayed is immediately wiped away as soon as attention is brought to it, and even though Mr. Picani is smiling, he exhales through his nose.

The insistent tapping draws Janus’s eyes to that, and things are silent for a moment, before Janus looks towards the clock.

“It’s three’o’clock,” Janus says, standing up. He sets the pop-it back on the table beside him, before standing up. Mr. Picani stands up, and opens the door for him, following him out of the office.

Outside, a man with scarring up his neck and over his face is waiting for them. It reaches over his lips and basically covers his entire lower half, plus a patch over his forehead. Unlike Janus, both of his eyes are unharmed.

He leans on a cane, limping towards them when they walk out.

“Thanks, Mr. Picani,” the man says, and Mr. Picani nods, offering a sympathetic smile.

“It’s no problem. I’m working at the hospital on Friday, so I won’t be able to see you until next Tuesday,” he directs that statement towards Janus, but is looking at the man. “Thanks again, Mr. Dolion. I’ll see you later, Janus.” He waves, and heads back inside the office, leaving Janus and his father outside.

“Did therapy go well?” Mr. Dolion asks, as he leads Janus back to his car, limping to the driver's side. Janus momentarily stares at the golden head of the cane.

Janus climbs into the passenger side, refusing to acknowledge the panic that he’s filled with as soon as he’s shut in the car. Trapped; enclosed.

“Yeah,” he lies, when his father inserts the key into the ignition. He offers a small smile, one that appears real enough to wash away any doubt his dad may have had. “Therapy was great.”

so, a while ago, my therapist informed me that i’m manipulative, and told me (in way better detail) that i utilize my ability to read people in order to protect myself. when first hearing that, i knew she was right. i knew that i could direct a conversation away from me and wipe away any worry surrounding my feelings if i didnt want to talk about them, in order to keep myself from being vulnerable, and thus keep myself safe

im still guilty of doing this now, but when first hearing it, i reacted poorly, and had a breakdown over whether or not i was a bad person for deceiving my friends constantly. its because of the negative connotation surrounding the idea of manipulation that i thought of this, and thinking it back on it now, i really wanted to show that manipulation isnt all bad. sometimes its done to protect yourself, which is often an inherently good thing

so take this short piece of writing to basically express that

#cw scarring #sanders sides #agp angst #sanders sides angst #ts janus #janus sanders #ts emile #emile picani

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autisticzukka · 3 years

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what is this hakoda zuko arranged marriage you speak of? i am intrigued

okay so the long story short is that it’s a slight rebuttal of a popular post that is very fun but i find like... unrealistic in a really intriguing way like, how would this ACTUALLY play out. I’ve talked about it at length in my server a few times, and it’s one of those AU’s -- like the genderbend zukka ATLA rewrite or the zukki fic that starts with sokka failing to assassinate zuko -- that lives rent free in my head and I’ve written a couple thousand words for.

tw for like VERY unrequited zuko in love with hakoda and the inherent comedy of sokka being in love with his fire nation stepmom.

so here’s hakoda, chief of the southern water tribe, happily not-married to Bato. and here is a more balanced war, where the north and the south are actually allies, rather than whatever the fuck they were in ATLA. Yue already has a fiance and the Northern chief refuses to remarry. that leaves hakoda responsible for biting the bullet and doing a political marriage even though, as he points out at length, he is an elected official and if he stops being elected it’s no longer a marriage with the chief of the south pole. intelligently but mostly selfishly motivated (yue’s fiance is his nephew, after all) pakku points out that its not like the fire nation knows... that. the fire nation is dumb. ozai’s stupid.

faced with such inarguable points hakoda stiffens his upper lip, pre-emptively ends things with bato on the understanding that if this is another kya situation they’ll get back together and that he’s still the most important person to him but the tribe comes first yada yada, and deals with katara throwing the mother of all tantrums. it is slightly softened by the fact that in return for him marrying the fire nation noble, a thing everyone can agree isn’t traditional, the north has finally agreed to train katara. she heads out before the wedding, in protest but also so as to not cause an international incident.

(on her way, she’ll find aang. with the war less dire, katara will be sympathetic towards his desire to live without committing violence, even if she deeply can’t relate. they’ll have a hot girl romcom summer of self discovery and coming to terms with the dichotomy between duty and love as they become master benders. at some point they pick up toph. they ARE a throuple.)

sokka meanwhile is like.. not cool with it.. but ? kind of relieved? like. he’s the eldest kid. he’s 18, and he’s been a man of the tribe as far as legalities for several years. it would have been entirely understandable if his dad had asked HIM to do it. he had his emotionally crushing romance with yue, and as much as he was like ‘im kind of a prince’, he finds he doesn’t actually want some of the responsibilities and demands that would bring. yue’s life sucks.

back in the fire nation, zuko never demanded a quest and never went on it. he’s spent years hardening into something that, while brittle, can survive the pressures of the court around him. he still has his scar. he still wants his father to love him, but he knows by now that it’s not something he’s capable of earning. he watches his sister, never the most stable person, start to have complete breakdowns of sanity once she hits puberty, and helps her cover for it and receive medical treatment on the down low. he’s the heir, but he lives knowing that if he was ever in a position to inherit his choices are to abdicate or have the baby sister who he raised kill him and destroy herself and the country in the process.

when he realizes the plan is to marry azula off rather than someone more reasonable-- mai is RIGHT there, for fucks sake-- he doesn’t realize ozai’s true intent is to fuck this up through malicious compliance and false shows of good faith. he panics, and does the zuko thing: he blurts out that this is unacceptable and immoral and she’s only 16 and Ozai sees the true opportunity for two birds with one stone. send zuko, let him piss someone off so badly he gets killed or divorced, and he gets rid of zuko from the line of succession permanently. there are those who are incredibly attached to teh idea of a firstborn for firelord, and it’s been a constant thorn in unpopular ozai’s side to nto be able to name azula his heir apparent without costly rebellion. but if he can taint him in the mind of the fire nation so much that birthright is easy to supercede-- yeah. this’ll work PERFECTLY.

so zuko is sent to marry hakoda, chief of the water tribe.

literally NO ONE was expecting it to be a member of Ozai’s immediate family. besides the fact that his oldest child is half hakoda’s age and his brother has 20 years on hakoda, it would have been sus as fuck - the treaty is not favorable enough to grant that kind of secession of interests. it becomes quickly apparent that this young man -- hakoda reminds himself of that repeatedly. not kid. not kid. young man. don’t think of him like a kid, it’s hard enough on both of us already. -- is not a horrible threat. he’s scared shitless and shakes with what he thinks is bravado. he’s desperate to make the marriage work. he’s desperate to not go home. he’s got a giant fucking scar on his face from where the fire lord punished him for some grievous but unstated offense.

zuko “daddy issues” fire nation sees his husband to be and, despite being scared shitless, immediately begins to soften a little. like... he’s not nearly as scary as he thought he’d be. his face can be stern, but it just as easily breaks into huge smiles, and his eyes are crinkled with laughter. he’s incredibly handsome. and his biceps are. his biceps. are. his hands are...

like. zuko thinks. okay. maybe. maybe his marriage duties. won’t be so horrible as he thought. maybe he’s ready for this. and he knows what to expect, Uncle had discreetly provided him the means and the contacts to acquire an intimate education in the whirlwind of activity that was the two months before leaving. and like, once he’d gotten past the nerves, it was often even... good? or at least... not bad? he thinks that even if hakoda isn’t a professional expert, he has a certain.... je ne sais quoi, if you will.

((DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF))

sokka sees his new stepfather and immediately falls in love because he’s that kind of dumb bitch. (the core of this au is that i cant breathe thinking about sokka falling in love with his hot young stepmom his age who his dad doesnt even want to fuck. like. i CANT. sokka masturbates to ‘hand caught in the washing tub’ fantasies which are even more absurd for requiring zuko to be DOING LAUNDRY. i find it so funny.)

bato watches them at the wedding feast while hakoda is very clearly trying to treat zuko as an Equal Adult Partner and mostly managing to seem like someone having a serious conversation with a seven year old about the game they’ve made up. zuko is clearly enamored with it, soaking up the attention, blushing and doing his best to Bravely Flirt, which at one point includes awkwardly attempting to feed Hakoda by hand. bato has to excuse himself to have a teary eyed giggle, hoping that Kya is in the spirit world looking down and laughing with him. he can’t resent the kid even a little bit, when hakoda is sitting there looking so incredibly fucking befuddled as to what he’s supposed to do with this star struck infant he’s legally wed to

anyways all of this... is very funny. their wedding night... is less so. zuko does not take the rejection from hakoda very well, especially because he’d been caught wanting. HE’S the one who should be rejecting hakoda. and he catastrophizes almost immediately about his potential value to the water tribe, his future treatment, that endless inescapable freezing cold loneliness is the good ending for him here... hakoda, meanwhile, drops zuko off at his home, reassuringly informs him that there’s NOTHING else expected of him and he will be well taken care of, and books it to bato’s. bato refuses to let him in on grounds of ‘you can’t sleep under the same shelter as me on your wedding night to that kid, have a fucking brain’, and he ends up crashing at sokka’s.

sokka, who had KNOWN that his dad wouldnt, but also upon seeing zuko and zuko’s awkward flirting was like... but how COULDNT he???? sokka is relieved.

the core of this fic is that i find it endlessly hilarious for zuko to try and seduce his husband while sokka simps around zuko and bato tries to be heartbroken or betrayed but mostly ends up with a giant case of hysterical schadenfreude. but the thing that CLINCHED it for me, like THE scene. several years after being married, settled into their life. they’re partners and they see each other as people. and zuko just fucking snaps one night

he just kisses him, desperate and clawing and climbing and maybe a little drunk. he knows hakoda is going to push him away, maybe even hit him, but he doesn’t care anymore, he doesn’t care. he can do anything he wants to him as long as he just-- finally does something. zuko is 21 and married to the surface of the sun and the surface of the sun jr is his best friend and clearly in love with him-- so clearly not even zuko can miss it-- and like. listen. listen. zuko is not a patient person. but he’s been patient for this. he waited and he matured and he is a fucking amazing husband and he wants this, he wants him. he wants to be wanted.

but hakoda doesn’t push him away. hakoda doesnt yell at him, or hit him. hakoda gentles the kiss into something soft and closed lipped. he pulls away slowly, and his eyes are so sad for zuko, so pitying. he strokes his cheek with the back of his hand so gently. he says, I’m sorry. I don’t want you.

and zuko daddy issues fire nation swallows

and he nods

and he leaves, even though its his own fucking house

and he knows he’s never going to be good enough

like FUUUCK i am OBSESSED WITH THAT

#long post #lmao i am NOT fucking main tagging this #op #asked and answered #i just want zuko to fall in love with hakoda and for hakoda to gently reject him #noncommittalhum

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taechaos · 3 years

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I was totally not stalking your blog :D, and caem across this drabble of the notebook were Oc is insecure about her body ans how jk would react, and it was so ummm good?, amazing?, fantastic? and now im kinda wondering how that same situation would go but with Tae from the idea series, only if it is okay

oh thank you so much :DD ALSO I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED BC THIS IS RLY EXCITING 😫😫 love me a stalker tho

ps not proofread cuz its 5 am lOLLoL

Nights are dreadful. You've been having trouble sleeping for some time now, each day going to sleep a little later than the day before, and normally you'd be worried about your sleep schedule for when you eventually go off to college, but you're not. You dread the night because not only do you toss and turn until the sun rises, but because of the overthinking that comes with.

Your hormones are toying with you, from the self-deprecating thoughts to breaking out. If the blemishes and the scars aren't enough, you feel heavier. Normally, you wouldn't care so much for these factors because it's the cycle of life and mother nature, and usually there's no one around to judge you; but Taehyung is in your bed every night, and he sees you every day.

Now, you didn't use to care so much about Taehyung's thoughts about your appearance because he's your step-brother. That was until you began harboring some feelings for him due to a few turn of events, and well, now you're insecure and care about what he thinks. And he's around you all the time, so he's destined to judge you at some point.

These thoughts, along with the fact that you don't like yourself so much right now, are not helping. They're haunting, if anything, and you turn on your side in the dead of the night with Taehyung sleeping on the other end of the bed.

At least you thought he was until he smacked your hip over the blanket with a grumble. "Stop fucking moving, damn." He doesn't sound like he just woke up, instead his tone is alert and slightly irritated. Nights with you have been disastrous because he can't cuddle you from how many times you switch positions and the way you refuse affection. He's stopped himself from slapping you multiple times for whacking his hand away or your witty remarks. Such a bitch.

"Go to your own room then," you huff in a hushed voice and roll your eyes. Your back no longer faces him when he pulls on your shoulder, prompting you to look up at him with crossed arms. He's not impressed with his empty gaze; clearly tired after a busy day and still up at 4 AM. He props his elbow to lean his cheek on his fist.

"Are you afraid I'm going to fuck you in your sleep or something? That was a one time thing– okay, maybe more than once," he rolls his eyes when you look at him sarcastically with high brows and low lids, "but it's not like I'll do it again! I respect women and consent and all that good stuff now, so with this reassurance, let's fucking sleep already." He taps your cheek before throwing his arm over your chest and snuggling his face into your shoulder, his figure practically covering half of you. You don't move as he blows out a deep breath through his nose, clearly relaxed while you still have your eyes open.

A moment of silence passes, and Taehyung whose sense of time is greatly flawed, peeks an eye open to see if you're asleep after twenty seconds of waiting. "Are you awake?"

"No, Tae, I sleep with my eyes open," you spit and he immediately flicks your forehead with his finger. You whine at the sting. The sibling energy irks you when you think about his impact on your sleep schedule, and so on...

"No wonder you always look like a zombie nowadays," he sighs with a shake of his head before joking, "Ugly."

The only sensible reason as to why tears well up in your eyes instantly is that your period is approaching. That must be it, you convince yourself and purse your lips to stop the gradual trembling. It simply isn't the best time to joke about your appearance, because lately your heart intends to take everything so seriously. You hate your current sensitivity, but you can't exactly lower it on a scale.

So you just hold it in.

Taehyung waits for a response for a whole minute before squinting at your side profile. He can see another layer building up on your eye, and he holds himself up by his palm to get a closer look. "Are you good?"

When someone tries really hard to hold back tears, it's so easy for them to break down just by hearing the question: "Are you okay?" Taehyung isn't so empathetic in his approach, but the result is the same when you blink. It's 4 AM for God's sake, people play truth or dare after midnight for a reason. It feels just so intimate at this time, and you can't help the one sob that slips past your lips.

Your step-brother stares wide-eyed at you before bursting out in laughter. "Oh my God, don't tell me you're crying because I called you ugly?"

"Shut up," you demand with a wavering voice. Not the best time to be mocked either.

"Princess, I was kidding," he straddles you by sitting on your thighs to lean down, hands palming your flushed cheeks as he chuckles. "You cry so easily."

Taehyung is arguably either the worst or the best consolation by how he makes your sadness feel so out of place; stupid and worthless.

"I know I look like shit, okay?" you hiccup and slap his hands away to wipe your tears. "You don't have to be around me all the time if you find me so ugly. You know I'm insecure. Wh-why would you say that?"

He clicks his tongue and brushes away the hair strands sticking to your face. "Because I didn't know you'd be so offended by it. Princess, take a joke; I was just commenting on your eyebags. You look like a fucking raccoon."

Your cries get a little more heartwretching when you struggle to breathe over your hiccups and sobs. "You're so mean!" you cover the top of your face in shame. "Do you enjoy watching me cr-cry?"

"Kind of," he scratches the back of his head with a sheepish grin. Your sudden temporary silence makes him sweatdrop and avoid eye contact. "Okay, listen, no, I just don't feel bad about it. I mean I would be mad if someone else made you cry, but you're crying over a joke–"

"Just leave," you cut in with a sniffle. You stare at the ceiling as your lips fall into a hard line. Though you know you'll change your mind later, right now he's more toxic than you can bear. Every word he says cuts deep. "You're making it all worse."

"Okay, wait," he holds up his hand with a sigh. "Tell me what you're insecure about. Your body? I'm the only one who'll ever see it, so who gives a–"

"You called me ugly."

"You are gorgeous, okay?" he emphasizes each word and closes in on your face. "There is nothing I don't love about you. Ugh," he shivers, "didn't mean to sound romantic."

You're growing sleepy as the aftermaths of your breakdown, and you can only muster a chuckle at his genuine distress.

"Well, I already started, so I'll go full simp mode, your body is a temple, queen. Scratch that, you're my fucking goddess. I want to worship you, but someone's been too busy crying and staying up to notice my sexual frustration for the past week."

A laugh escapes you at his antics that you only get a glimpse of every now and then. You know he doesn't know how to comfort you or take care of you when you cry, but his humor works in his favor.

"By the way, I can't believe you didn't let me touch you," he scoffs. "I was going to start doing it in your sleep again, but you wouldn't even do that! Then you go around, bitching and whining about being ugly like a stupid girl."

"Stupid? I–"

He cuts you off by pressing his index finger on your lips. "Don't talk. You're pretty and sexy, especially when you cry. Let me do the thinking for you, stupid girl. Do one thing right and go to sleep, I'll take care of the rest."

#big brother tae strikes again #a Bully 😞#idea tae #he thought he wouldnt do it again but the opportunity arose and he took it and somnophilia was back in his life #taehyung imagines

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Scott is in Seapeekay’s twitch chat!

[Image ID: Screenshot of twenty-three twitch chat messages by Smajor. The first reads “The simmers walked so these teams could run”. The second reads “no?”. The third reads “thats straight lmao”. The fourth reads “Callum, 100% serious, thats not diagonal”. The fifth reads “Getting fucked in the middle? Sounds like a good wed night”. The sixth reads “OUTTA POCKET”. The seventh reads “THATS AWKWARD FOR YOU”. The eighth reads “HAHAHAHAHA”. The ninth reads “HE REALLY THOUGHT HE DID SOMETHING”. The tenth reads “OH ITS US!”. The eleventh reads “omg”. The twelfth reads “we are a powerful team”. The thirteenth reads “"we're better than all these teams" *is 0/4*”. The fourteenth reads “You can tell they were stressed thinking this would cost them DB”. The fifteenth reads “I love it that even george laughs at them blaming the map hahaha”. The sixteenth reads ““it was all me””. The seventeenth reads “God i love this team haha”. The eighteenth reads “DNF believers found sobbing after this bb”. The nineteenth reads “Kara slowly losing her will to live is sending me”. The twentieth reads “IM SCREAMING”. The twenty-first reads “THIS IS A BREAKDOWN”. The twenty-second reads “I wanna see karas pov just to see her dying of laughter”. The twenty-third reads “SCREAMING”. End image ID]

#scott smajor #smajor1995 #seapeekay #mcyt #image id #no id in alt text #long post

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lollytea · 3 years

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Fearless (part 2/3)

( PART ONE okokok some parts of this are pretty good. some not so good. but the important part is im tryin my goddamn best out here.)

[OCTOBER 22ND, 7:02PM] The sun had melted away beneath the distant hills and Louie had somewhat calmed himself down.

At least, he was no longer hyperventilating. The feathery tufts on his cheeks were not as fluffy as before, now clumped together from his waterworks earlier.

He lit the last of his lights, drawing the match away and allowed the head of the flame to seize its last moments. It danced with delight, flickering as it devoured the thin strand of poplar wood.

Louie watched it too long, finding solace in the glow of gentle orange. Just as it was teasing to taste his fingertips, he snuffed it out, not nearly as interested in the arising string of pale smoke. Seven illuminated oil lamps circled his room, washing him in warm, yellow light. But still, It would breed an array of shadows, outlining everything with subtle pools of gloom. Shadows made Louie uneasy. They gave him the strangest feeling that he was being watched. Reminded him of people and powers that were best not to think about. But a shadowy room was preferable to pitch black. He was scared of the dark. Come to think of it, he was scared of a lot of things. Louie had a complicated relationship with fear. He was, by no means, the skittish kid from five years ago. He simply couldn't live with that mindset for long when thrust into the life of McDuck royalty and all the madness and danger attached. So, he adapted. His busiest days tended to fall in the order of breakfast, adventure, magic, certain doom, barely escaping with your life and then sleep. Rinse and repeat. Living like that didn't phase him much anymore. How could it when he was surrounded by the most courageous family put on this earth? And when you continue to survive when that was your Day-to-Day, it had a tendency to boost your confidence. He had gotten braver for sure. Much braver. And yet, he couldn't help but feel like he was lying to himself sometimes. Being afraid of the world around him had never quite faded, he just gotten much better at handling it. Recent years made things all the more messy. His brothers weren't as brave as they used to be these days. Not after what they went through. As a spot of hope, Huey was starting to rebuild a stronger, improved version of his old self. But Dewey still needed time. It made Louie wonder if his intrepid brothers could be broken like this, should he even bother trying to toughen up? He had never been like them. Not naturally, at least. He didn't stand a chance when his time came. He figured that with all he's experienced, he should've at least developed past his more irrational fears. But he didn't. Deep down, silly stuff still unsettled him. Spiders, violence, surprises. The dark. Ty knew he was afraid of the dark. Ty knew most of the stuff he was afraid of. And despite teasing Louie for pretty much everything else, never his fears. He claimed his brother was the same so he didn't find it all that weird. Louie called bullshit on that one. From what little he knew about Ben, it was impossible to picture that guy being scared of the dark. Ty was most likely trying to ease his insecurity. It didn't work. He felt uncomfortable sometimes, being somebody scared of so much, being close with somebody like Ty. Fearless. It sorta made him wonder if he was inferior. As if standing alongside Ty just wasn't right. The balance didn't seem equal. Wow. Louie was never gonna be good enough, was he? Wait, no, stop it. Fucking stop it. He had no right to be feeling all sorry for himself for the probability that he wasn't good enough for Ty. On the grounds that he wasn't brave enough? No. Of course Louie wasn't good enough for Ty. That was an irrefutable fact. But what mattered right now was that his carelessness had almost gotten Ty killed today and he couldn't, in good conscience, be focusing on anything else. He almost got Ty killed. He almost got Ty killed. He almost got Ty killed. That was a little more important than "Boohoo, cute bear boy is never gonna kiss me. I'm sad." To make matters worse, Louie had gone and chosen the perfect time to figure out he was in love with Ty. Sure, It had left him happily dopey at the time. But now, after everything that happened, it was like his imaginary little love letter left a paper cut on his heart and splashed it with lemon juice. Ty was going to resign as his retainer. The more Louie said this to himself, the easier it would be to accept it when he received the news. It was truly possible Ty was currently out of his life for good. As much as Louie was trying to talk himself into hunting the boy down right this minute and begging for forgiveness, there was a part of him speculating that Ty would prefer not to see his stupid royal face ever again. It hurt. It really did hurt. But if that's what Ty wanted, Louie would silently abide by the request. He hated to admit it but the spineless side of him didn't want to face Ty either. The last look at him had been his still body laying on an iron bedstead in the castle infirmary. Beakley had assured the stricken Louie that Ty was not dead but refused to divulge the details as she ushered him out and exiled him to his room for the rest of the night. He needed to see Ty conscious. He needed to see him alive. It would be one weight off his chest just to know his retainer had bounced back. But also.....he didn't want to know the damage he'd done. He want to know how badly Ty had been wounded nor how close he had brushed by death. It had been Louie's fault. And he knew that. But the thought of confronting it head-on was a difficult reality to swallow. Even though he should. He should. Completely unrelated but another dumb, embarrassing thing that made him jump out of his skin? Sudden noises. Still completely unrelated but there was a knock at his door.

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[OCTOBER 22ND, 11:24AM]

The sky was clear, the autumn air wasn't chilly but pleasantly crisp and there was a lively gathering in the forest. It was held in a wide clearing, bursting with happy people, milling around and chatting. Surrounding them was an almost perfect circle of tangled old oaks, their branches wreathed with strings of homemade lanterns and flower garlands.

Ty and Louie were quick to turn on tunnel vision towards the table with a large arrangement of party food. They came away with armfuls of bread, cheese, fruits and two tankards of apple cider. They found a spot for themselves, hiding away behind a stack of bailed hay just on the outskirts of the festivities. They set up their little feast, which they wasted no time in devouring.

There were minstrels playing a vibrant tune. But even with all their flutes, fiddles and practice, they fell short in comparison to the natural music of Ty Cloudkicker's laughter. Louie was talking fast. He was gravitating into Ty's space as he did so, lured in by the bubbling sound. He was eager, grinning deliriously as he spouted out more and more of his story to keep the laugh from fading.

As if it was a lifeline. Like the back of his mind was utterly terrified it would stop. Yet he was entranced with a flood with endorphins, so enamored with the resonance that he couldn't help but be elated as he rattled on to keep himself alive. "Okay, so nobody specifically told Uncle Donald that keeping snacks in your crown was not considered "Kingly" behavior. But see, he just saw it as an extra pocket. He didn't get what the big deal was."

When Ty laughed hard enough, he started snorting. He attempted to control himself. Louie wished he wouldn't. "So imagine being one of those advisor buzzard dorks, right? And you're having this big, important royal audience with the new king. And then right in the middle of discussing warships or something, he reaches into his crown, (not breaking eye contact.) and starts munching on a fish sandwich. They looked at him like he just spat on their mothers' graves." The octave skyrocketed and Ty disintegrated into high pitched cackles, tightly clutching his side as if he would split in half. It swept away the narrative in Louie's head, fizzling the thought process as he continued to gaze at Ty as if he were channeling golden light. However, his brain did not send the memo to this mouth that it was time to stop talking. Which led to Louie stuttering out "And the--....He--...uh, he--,um...." a brainless smile slapped on his face all the while. He couldn't stop smiling. He was crashing and burning and he couldn't stop smiling. He was certain he would be humiliated over this blunder later but right now, it was pretty funny. Thankfully, his subconscious had mercy on him, cutting him off with a nervous, breathless giggle. Ty was oblivious to whatever kind of gay breakdown Louie was having as he was trying to regain composure from his own hysterics. He was beginning to calm down, occasional wheezy yet delighted noises still sputtering out of him. His shoulders relaxed and he leaned back with a shaky exhale, still stuck with that huge sunny smile. They fell into a silence in the aftermath, content to sit and just listen to the music. Ty picked up his cider and took a gulp. Louie mirrored him. Then Ty's entire frame bucked with a surprise hiccup and Louie nearly choked. He was pretty sure he saw his whole life flash before his eyes as he collapsed into a coughing fit, Ty thumping him firmly on the back. "I'll live, I'll live!" Louie gasped, regaining himself. "Stop hitting me, I bruise like a peach." "Sorry." He drew his hand away. Then he hiccuped again and Louie lost it. "It's not funny!" Ty insisted, a desperate crack to his voice. It was pretty hilarious, actually. Not just the ridiculous little noises, but the way his shoulders jumped and how he would blink in split second afterwards, startled and bewildered like a baby animal. Ty gave him a shove, Louie still snickering and flailing his hands to halfheartedly fend him off. "Hey, hey, what gives you the right to attack me? I nearly choked and died 'cause of you." "Sounds like a "you" problem." "Where'd those hiccups even come from? Your papa bear never teach you not to drink your cider so fast?" Ty's bottom lip jutted out, irritated. He shook his head "Nah, it's--" Hic. Louie snorted. "Shut up!" He snapped. Yeah, his face was definitely a darker shade of pink than usual. "Sometimes I get hiccups if I laugh too much." "Huh. that's a thing that can happen?" "Yeah. A thing I gotta live with." Hic. "Lemme guess, this hasn't happened in a while?" "Huh?" Ty turned to him, perplexed. "Nah, it happens all the time. And when I tell ya it's the most annoying thing--" "You can't be serious." Louie smiled with a disbelieving shake of the head. "You, like, barely laugh anymore." "What's that supposed to mean?" "What?" He shrugged. "You don't." Ty rolled his eyes and directed his vision elsewhere. "I usually do whenever I go back to the glen." "Are Ben and Lottie really that funny?" "They are the least funny people I know. Also they suck and they're cheaters and I hate them." Hic. Let's see. So, he was clearly pouting. Acting all petty about his siblings. The Glen. Laughing to the point of hiccups. "Lots of tickle fights, huh?" Louie deduced, a smirk playing across his beak. Ty considered him for a moment, as if he was thinking about decking him right then and there but ultimately decided it wasn't worth the effort. (Louie was offended.) He then looked off into the distance, an indescribably haunted look in his eye. "Soooo....I'm gonna guess you usually lose the tickle fi--?" "I do not!" Ty abruptly yelled, shooting him an indignant look. "Let's get this straight, if it's one-on-one, I win. I always win. You better not forget that, your highness." He jabbed Louie's chest with his forefinger. "I'm the best fighter out of the three of us. In fact, I probably got the potential to be the best fighter in the whole kingdom!" "Real modest." "It's just if they team up, then it's unfair! That's why they're--" Hic. Louie watched, delightfully entertained as Ty hissed "God. Damn. Hiccups." "And how often do they team up?" He didn't answer right away. Then reluctantly grumbled "Most of the time." "So what I'm hearing is--...." Louie casually leaned against Ty's side, propping his elbow on the latter's shoulder. "You do lose most of the time?" "Shut up." "No." "Okay, so here's the thing. Let's say you're a big, strong brave knight. You're super cool and heroic and everybody respects you." Hic. "Then you go back home and then suddenly you're just someone else's baby brother and they see you just standing there, minding your business and they're just like "Well! Guess I gotta obliterate him!" And they do not hold back." "Ohhhhh, I get that, I totally get that." Said Louie. "Well, not the brave knight part. But y'know. Me and my brothers had to share a room. It was tiny. There was always a foot in your face or whatever. And sometimes when were bored, they started getting rowdy and throwing hands and it's not like I asked but I got dragged in too. When I was just trying to sleep, man! I wasn't asking for a spontaneous duel at 2am." Ty snorted. "Oh yeah, and sometimes Dewey calls me a little bitch." "He's right." Louie knocked his body against Ty's, making a sound of faux outrage. Ty only found that funnier. Huffing, Louie pawed around for the cluster of grapes at his side. He twisted one free and twirled it around his fingers for a moment. "Watch this. I can feel it. I'm gonna do it this time." "Are you now?" Said Ty in such a distinctly pleasant tone that Louie could not possibly interpret it any other way than "I do not believe that but I'm humoring you but I also want you to understand that my sweet voice is oh, so bitterly sarcastic. Fuck you." "I see you're doubting me." "Me? Doubt my liege? I could never." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're a real court jester. Now shut up and observe." Louie wiped all expression from his face and inhaled deeply to obtain peak tranquility. He relaxed his whole frame. If he could pull this off, this would be his day for sure. Ty was watching. This moment would define his life. Thinking a hasty prayer to every known God, force and entity that had ever favored the unlikely ones, he tossed the grape in the air, threw his head back and opened his beak. The grape finished rising and gravity took control. It fell. Down, down, down, down. Louie now understood the concept of meditation. He was so in the zone, he could've sworn the grape was descending in slow motion. Yes, yes, it was aligning directly below his beak. He was gonna catch it! Down, down, down, down. Then Ty snatched it right out of the air and swallowed it whole. Louie sat, slack jawed, attempting to process what had just happened. He slowly turned to Ty, completely blank. Huh. That moment really did define his life. "You bastard!" He squawked. "Me bastard!" Ty exclaimed, looking insufferably proud of himself. "How could you?! I know our allyship has been complicated but this is high treason!" "Sorry, sorry, I just--" He sat back a little, shaking with silent laughter. He then formed a square with his hands and hovered it before Louie, squinting one eye. "I just needed to see the face you would make and god, it was worth it. You think you could hold that face for a few hours to get a portrait made? I'd get it framed and hang it in my room." He was teasing him. Louie knew he was teasing him. And yet he still blushed bright red from the fragment of fondness blurred in the implication. "W-well, well I would--I'd--" He floundered, racking his brain for a retort. "You think there's any musical instruments that could replicate your dorky little hiccups? I'd hire minstrels just to have them play it for me! Y'know, for when I need a laugh." Ty's smug grin dropped and his eyes flicked about uncertainly. "I--..." He dragged the word out, face flushing at a rapid rate as he folded his knees up to curl in on himself. He crossed his arms. "I think they're gone now anyway." He mumbled. Hic. God, that never got old. "If you laugh one more time, I'm putting you in a tree and leaving you there." Louie laughed again, out of spite. "Nobody's fault but your own. Imagine you've just fought an epic battle and you think there's no more enemies to take on. But as soon as you say that out loud, boom! Second ambush! You would think a warrior like you would get that." "Your highness?" "Yeah?" "Shut your huge mouth." "No." "Okay. Dunno why I thought that would work. Never does." "Y'know I would offer to spook your hiccups away. But we both know that wouldn't work." "Yeah, probably not." Said Ty with a shake of his head. He perked up a bit. "Lottie gave it a shot once. Nothing." "Well, it's just like you said that one time." Louie shrugged, then faltered when the back of his mind took notice of the dimly glowing orange irises he was met with. His voice softened involuntarily. "You're fearless." He didn't know what he said wrong. Ty's face fell. He looked so utterly devastated that Louie, completely lost to why he was even upset, felt his own heart shatter to pieces. He wanted to start sobbing just from seeing him. "Oh..." Ty whispered. He clutched one of his hands with the other and began fidgeting with his fingers. "Well, see. Uh, the thing about that is--...." Concerned, Louie scooched in closer, peering at the face that had once again turned away from him. He hesitantly touched Ty's upper arm. "Hey. Ty. Are you--?" "HEY, LOOK AT THAT!" Ty blurted out, his voice nervously rising in pitch. He attempted to subtly clear his throat. Louie followed the direction of Ty's pointer finger which was gesturing out to the thick expanse of forestry. There was nothing there. But then he caught a flash of movement and noticed two figures tucked away in the shadows of the trees. A young man and woman, probably only a few years older than them. "The couple?" Louie asked, puzzled. "The what now?" Then Ty did a double take, then snapped to attention as if he had just noticed them. "Oh! Oh, yeah, them, sure. I mean, yeah, that's what I meant. Them. Uhhh....look at them!" "Uh. Okay? Why?" "Theeeyyyy're....cute? Gross? They're something. They're definitely something." Louie hummed, taking the two into consideration. The girl was letting out a peal of laughter and the guy was blabbing away animatedly, looking thrilled with himself that she was finding him funny. He was trying so hard.... Louie didn't know if he wanted to gag or coo out an "aww!" "Grossly cute." He decided. Ty snapped his fingers. "That's it!" "You know, I don't get why they're over there. There's tons of people around here. Why would you wanna show up to a party if you're just gonna hide away and hang out with one person the whole time?" "For real though." For the next few minutes, Ty and Louie observed the couple, keeping up a running commentary on the guy's obvious nerves and the girl's less than subtle advances. Ty and Louie learned a lot about themselves in those few minutes. Namely that they were both terrible at lip reading. "He said Pants." Ty was certain. "No, he said Nance." Louie countered. "Her name is probably Nancy." The girl clapped her hands together, nodding eagerly. "Then what's that for, huh? Clearly he just offered to tailor her a personalized pair of pants." "You are so dumb, that's not what's happening here at all." The guy took a dramatic step back and twirled his wrist an unnecessary amount of times before offering her his hand with a half-bow. She took it, giggling. The two them scampered off, out of the shadows and into the heart of the party, where other couples were twirling around as the minstrels played. He curled an arm around her waist, smiling as though this was his greatest honor and they spun into the motion, flowing so naturally amidst the other dancers as if they were simply another cogwheel in the world's most elegant clock. "Dance." Said Ty and Louie in unison. "Pretty sure we were close." "Pretty sure we're idiots." "Yeah, I know but just let me pretend." Ty suddenly snickered, his eyes glinting. "What was that thing he did with his hand anyway? And why did she eat it up?" "It's called flair, Tiberius." "Kinda dumb." "You're just mad that flair is not something you possess." "Bullshit, watch this!" Ty sat up straight and bent his arm into a perfect ninety-degree angle. "Prepare to be amazed." And then his entire forearm began to spin and spin and spin and spin and spin like a windmill in a hurricane. "Flair, flair, flair, flair," He was chanting and Louie had already collapsed in a giggle fit. It wasn't even remotely funny. It was dumb, it was so dumb. But Louie could admit to himself that dumb schticks get like ninety percent more humorous to him if there's a really cute boy performing them. He was easy like that. Ty was extremely committed to the joke as he kept spinning and spinning for over ten seconds. He kept shooting Louie glances and his grin got wider and wider every time he looked away. "FLAIR!" He let his arm go, throwing out an open palm and nearly knocked it against the side of Louie's head. "Hey!" He dodged. "Watch where you swing that thing, you could've whacked me!" "But I didn't!" Said Ty gleefully. He lowered his hand but did not withdraw. It remained unwavering and offered out to Louie. He took it. He didn't think, he just took it. It was only when they made contact that Louie woke up and his heart promptly spiked. But besides a light blush, he managed to keep his face neutral. "So, I guess it's not just that girl who's impressed by this stuff." Ty was nonchalant. His smile then twitched, as if aching to stretch wider but he was reigning it in. "You are too." They were still touching, which, by all accounts, should continue to fluster Louie. But as seconds ticked by, a sense of calm was settling over him. The very thing originally causing panic was now bringing him comfort. It was the weirdest thing, "I was laughing at you, not with you." He said evenly, catching Ty's contagious smile. "Ehh," He shrugged. "I'll take it." Louie would count this as a new domain for sure. Uncharted waters. As if he and Ty had stumbled in accidentally but now they were here, their curiosity was urging them to explore. Not to a dangerous extent, of course. But maybe just edge along the sidelines and see what they could discover. "Your hands are so tiny, it's crazy." Ty commented, tilting his head. Turning it over, he slid his thumb thoughtfully across Louie's palm. "How do you even hold anything?" Louie wasn't even eyeing their hands but was regarding Ty's pensive face. "It's kinda the worst. Whenever we find treasure and I get my cut, the fancy rings and bracelets are huge. I always gotta go to a jeweler and get them resized if I wanna wear them."' Ty was fiddling with Louie's fingers now, fixing him with a decisive nod. "I'll get you a ring for Christmas." "Woah, woah. For real?" "Yeah. I'll put it in one of those fancy boxes. But then you'll open it and see it's made out of grass and try to have me beheaded." As they were speaking, their hands continued to play around. Ty had flattened his own, aligning his palm against Louie's. Louie spread his fingers and Ty laced his through. "Uncle Donald says I'm not allowed to say "Off with his head" anymore or I'm grounded 'til I'm thirty-five. It "makes the people want to revolt."" Louie air-quoted with his free hand. "But I would fire you for sure." Ty snorted. "You would not and you know it." There would never be any proof that they held hands that day. Not a single eye witnesses, including themselves, as both boys had turned a blind eye to their own actions. They were afraid to look down, as that would be an acknowledgement. Louie had no mental image of the moment, fuschia fur intertwined with snow feathers, only a rush of heat and a hazy ponder if the dampness was his sweat or Ty's. And if the feel of Ty's touch was just an illusion of the mind, there was one poignant hint of the reality and that was how gentle their voices had gotten. "Oh, so, you're really gonna test me like that, Tiberius? Pushing me around, stealing grapes, calling me a little bitch. Is this any way to treat your liege? You don't think I'm at the end of my rope with you?" "Nahhhh...." Ty drew the word out, grinning. He twisted his muzzle into an exaggerated pout and batted his eyes. "You would never because I'm awesome and cool and smart and you love me." It was Ty's utter nerve that left Louie too astonished to even blush. Instead, he simply tilted his head, an eyebrow cocked. "Do I?" He challenged. To his credit, Ty did not relent either. However, the impishness gradually died from his eyes until he was left solemn. "Maybe?" He spoke softly, as though too much force would crack the delicate little word. He bore into Louie's eyes, like he was searching for an answer. Pleading for an answer. Louie felt his own hand squeeze Ty's. He inhaled. He knew he was going to say something, he was just leaving it up his own scattered subconscious to determine what. He would open his beak and whatever words wound up tumbling out would seal his fate. He didn't have a second to panic, to fret, as he was already speaking and he was petrified by how fast this was all going. "I--" Something shattered and a woman screamed in pain. Indistinct shouting and Ty cursed under his breath. Louie scrambled around to see the commotion and the last few things he registered were the gleam of sunlight catching unsheathed weapons, the girl he called Nancy with crimson pooling from her forehead, Ty demanding "Get down!" and knocking him stomach-down into the ground.

“Stay there and don’t move.” Then Ty had rushed off and everything went to shit.

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[OCTOBER 22ND, 7:13PM] Louie was well acquainted with that knock. Firstly, one firm rap against wood, proceeded by two more rapid-fire. He associated it with a twinge of annoyance, high sun beams streaking in his window and somebody near, dear and insufferable to his heart, pestering him from the other side to rise and shine already or his breakfast would go stale. This usually occurred around 9:30AM. If given a say in the matter, Louie would sleep til noon. But he didn't have a say in the matter because every morning, without fail, there was a retainer banging down his door. Something was off this time. Once he knocked, Ty had fallen uncharacteristically silent. No continuation of drumming out an obnoxious little tune and and no insisting he open up. Louie was hesitant to do much of anything. It seemed his door was the only thing protecting him from facing repercussions right now. If he fell deep enough into denial, he could pretend Ty wasn't there. So long as he kept his door shut, he could pretend everything was alright. Ty didn't almost die. It was a tempting thought. It resounded in such an appealing voice inside his head that Louie seized his latch before he could give in. The brass shocked a chill to the pads of his fingers as he held on tight. He had to open up. He had to. His hand fidgeted, stalling the moment. He thumped his forehead against the door, heaving a steadying sigh. "You don't wanna see me, do you, your highness?" He heard Ty say in hushed tones, his voice startlingly close to where Louie had situated himself. "Ehh, if we're being honest....not really." "Oh...." "Do you wanna see me?" "I mean....I kinda don't? The idea of seeing you right now is making me nauseous." The statement skewered Louie's heart. He shook it off. "Why'd you knock?" "'Cause it doesn't matter what I want, I gotta see you right now. It's important." An prolonged pause hung in the air, buzzing with a mutual uncertainty. Louie tapped his fingers to the wood and after a second or two, Ty did the same. Their respective rhythms aligned. "But..." Ty continued, his voice faltering. "If you don't wanna see me, I can go--" "Convince me." Louie was blurting out before he thought twice about it. "Huh?" "I need to open this door but, like surprise surprise, I'm scared. You've done it before. I get scared and you talk me into stuff. Do your big strong hero magic and get me to suck it up. Please, I need it." "Oh, uh, I--" He could hear how flustered Ty had gotten suddenly being put on the spot. "Well, I--...I guess you don't have a choice 'cause if you don't open up, I'm strong enough to barricade the door down. So, I figure we should just do this the easy way." Despite the circumstances and the scruple wrung tense in his stomach, Louie felt the corner of his beak twitch at the tentative touch to Ty's tone. He felt his stiff shoulders relax. "Is that a threat, Tiberius?" "Uh, no." Ty admitted, sounding sheepish. "That was just a joke. See, it was the first thing that came into my head and then suddenly I was saying it. Sorry, I dunno for sure if now is "joke time" and I figured it'd be kinda weird to ask so--" He didn't get to finish rambling. His hair whipped to the side with the rush of air that came with the swift swing of the door. Louie fixed him with a hard look, processing the sight of his retainer standing there, alive and bright eyed. Ty's hand was still hovering awkwardly in the air, where he assumed it had been resting against the door. He blinked back at him, puzzled and a little alarmed, as if caught under a spotlight. He didn't look angry. But Louie knew better than to lull himself into thinking he was in the clear. Whatever resentment Ty was feeling would spill out in time. Louie braced himself. "Hey, Ty." He said stiffly. "Come on in."

#ty cloudkicker #fairytale au

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moastays · 4 years

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unlikely connection (f)

summary: who ever thought the student council president and the schools most popular boy would end up together?

fluffy yeonjun x reader a/n: this is my first longer fic but i really like it i might write more of these

you groaned as your alarm went off for the 50th time this morning. you stayed up all night trying to get ready for all the events in the coming weeks since fall was quickly approaching. as student council president you were in charge of all these things on top of maintaining your grades which was a toll on you. it took you another ten minutes to realize that your alarm was going off. you hopped up quickly checking the time to see that you were already an hour late to school. you jumped up anxiety running through you as you ran to get dressed.

‘stupid science project keeping me up past 12 and stupid fall events keeping me up past 1′ you thought to yourself as you put some makeup on and ran out the door. luckily the school wasn’t too far away from your house so it wouldnt take a lot for you to run there.

you finally made it to school, huffing and puffing because of how out of shape you were. you leaned against the front doors trying to regain your breath.

“someone needs to do some exercising” you heard a voice mumble. you looked up to see yeonjun, your schools most popular boy (and hearthrob) leaning against the wall opposite of where you were standing. you began to blush slightly embarrassed by someone else seeing you like this.

“someone also needs to be in class” you retorted back causing him to smirk.

“says you....miss student council president.” he said walking closer to you and booping your nose with his finger. he reached in his backpack and gave you a water almost as if he was feeling pity for your exhausted state.

“thanks” you mumbled back blushing like crazy while drinking the water. ever since middle school you had a crush on yeonjun. he was so charming and cute which is why everyone loved him. you knew it would never happen so you just ignored it and focused on your studies since you wanted boys to be the least of your concern.

“class is over in 20 minutes you know....there's no point of going now..lets skip” he said with a smirk grabbing your hand and dragging you around the school.

your eyes grew big after you let the boy lead you forgetting that this was real.

“wait wait wait wait.” you said causing him to stop moving.

“you don't even know me. and what if we get in trouble!” you shouted. yeonjun came up to you and cover your lips with his fingers in a hushing motions.

“well one, if you keep screaming like that we will get in trouble and two i dont have to know you because i want to get to know you.” he said with a wink as he went back to guiding you around the school.

at this point you continued and oblige; seeing no point in fighting. yeonjun brought you to your school’s garden and pulled up a stool for you to sit in. yeonjun then reached into his bag and gave you a honeybun to munch on assuming you were hungry since you rushed here. you took it with a defeated look and ate it happily which caused him to laugh. you talked for a while; simple introductions were giving and just a little small talk like as if you both were on a speed date.

“how did you know i was president?” you said quietly as yeonjun watered the flowers in the garden. even though he was a popular boy he also ran many clubs including, you guessed it the botanical garden club.

“well, why wouldn’t i? you have a big role in the school and you're hot so.” yeonjun said causing you to choke on the honeybun he had given you.

“w..what” you said quietly as he laughed looking over at you.

“you heard me” he said confidently.

you were about to respond when the bell for the next period rang. you stood up quickly and began to walk away, completely flustered by yeonjun’s actions.

“i um have to get to my next class cause you know school is important and education is great and you know the honeybun was great too and- im just gonna go see you a..around i guess bye” you rambled on causing you to run into multiple things while yeonjun laughed and sent you a quick wave.

“so he just said all that to you.” soobin, one of the members for student council said to you in disbelief. you shook your head quickly replaying what was happening over and over. he probably flirts with everyone but since you always found him attractive you were a little stunned by the actions. you and soobin sat down in the cafeteria for lunch. you, having a mental breakdown and him, laughing at your overdramatic nature.

“he probably does this with everyone though that's why im TRYING to ignore it but this is the first time a guy has talked to me like that since four years ago.” you mumbled loudly and put your head down on the table sighing.

“well its about to happen again.” soobin mumbled as you looked up to see yeonjun walking to you guys’ table.

“do you think if i stay completely still he wont see me?” you whispered to him causing him to laugh again.

“im not sure...im just glad i can live vicariously through you...wow God is good sometimes.” he said pulling out some papers for the council.

“hey y/n are you feeling better after your morning jog?” yeonjun said as you avoided eye contact with him. you were a little awkward to say the least.

“im fine thank you.” you sent him a sarcastic smile as he sat down next to you. your eyes widen at soobin in panic as he tried to hold in his laughter.

“is there something you need or...” you said quietly fidgeting with your fingers.

“oh? you dont want me around?” he said wiping fake tears.

“no its not that i want you to stay well i mean i don't have a problem- with you here i-i was just confused.” you rambled once again causing him to smile at you.

“lets hang out today like actually, not in the garden.” he said making eye contact with you.

“i think that's a GREAT idea!! y/n you have been saying how you wanted to go out more.” soobin said with a smirk causing you to kick his leg from under the table. he yelped in pain quieting down.

“you know what...sure” you said looking at yeonjun as his eyes twinkled at you.

“okay give me your phone.” he said putting his number in with the contact yeonjunnie before handing your phone back. “ill meet you after school” he said getting up and waving goodbye to you and soobin. soobin smirked at you saying how he had a feeling that this was gonna lead to something good.

and it did lead to something good. yeonjun had taken you to an arcade and it was a lot of fun. so you guys went out again, and again, and again. you started to really develop feelings for him but, you were sure it wouldn't work out because you guys are on totally different standings.

you were at home now sitting in your backyard with your feet in the pool. you sighed as you heard a knock on your backdoor and yeonjun came through. after three weeks of hanging out he had came over multiple times. your mom loved him already saying hes “the one.” you both did not really interact at school a lot just little conversation but nothing that would make people wonder.

yeonjun plopped next to you putting his feet in the pool as well as looking over at you. “what's wrong?” he said noticing your sad expression.

“its nothing..dont worry about it.” you said looking away from him. he caressed your face and made you look at him.

“no tell me y/n” he said looking at you with a look you have never seen before. it was hard to understand the look in his eye, it was like you were a prized possession to him.

“well im just scared...? i feel like i..“ you said pondering if you should tell him how you feel. how you feel about him.

“feel like what? you can tell me.” he said lovingly.

“i like you yeonjun. and i know you probably don't like me back because we are just so different and everyone would probably make fun of you because im not pop-“ you were stopped when yeonjun’s lips crashed into yours. you were shocked, eyes widened after he brought his other hand to hold your face but you felt yourself loving the kiss and closing your eyes. he kissed you softly, slowly and gently. it was delicate like he held back because he was afraid of hurting you.

he pulled away slowly opening his eyes and looking up at you. both of you guys feeling breathless after the kiss.

“i like you too y/n” he said looking at you. “i don't care about if you are popular or not or anything like that i think you are amazing” he said softly causing you to smile.

“and i want you to be mine. will you be mine?” he said looking up at you again and sliding a little bracelet on your hand. it was a simple chain with a small heart. you looked down at it smiling softly.

“yes i will.” you said happily as you brought him into a hug. he giggled to himself, yeonjun had not felt something like this in a long time. most of the people around him were superficial and only talked to him because he was popular but it was different with you. it felt real and he wanted to cherish that.

and with that you both started dating. you decided to keep it lowkey at school though, not wanting to disrupt the social hierarchy. yeonjun would meet you for lunch and sit with you and soobin and you guys would hang out after school either going out or at each other houses. you grew to really love yeonjun and couldn't imagine what would happen if he wasn't around.

you smiled to yourself thinking about everything that's been happening between you and yeonjun as you gathered your stuff from your locker between class changes. you felt someone come up next to you to see another well known boy at your school.

“hmm well, who knew miss president was cute.” he said to you while his friends behind him laughed. you gave an awkward smile and turned away hoping he’d just leave you alone.

“you hear me talking to you eh?” he said kind of forcefully as he closed your locker and came closer to you.

“um well thank you but i have a boyfriend so could you please..” you trailed off as he tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

“he doesn't need to know” he whispered as you began to feel uncomfortable. you then felt some arms wrap around your waist and pull you close to them. you could tell it was yeonjun by his smell and the way he held you .

“hey is there something you need.” yeonjun said protectively glaring at the boy. you had never seen him so angry before.

“chill its not like she's yours or anything we were just talking right baby.” he said trying to come closer but yeonjun put you behind him and pushed the guy away.

“well she doesn't wanna talk to you i can assure you that and she is mine so back off kay.” he said getting closer to the boy. a teacher came and broke it up. everyone around you guys were staring in shock. yeonjun stormed off grabbing your hand as he took you to an empty classroom.

“well everyone knows now” you said trying to lighten the mood as yeonjun let out a small laugh. he walked up to you and rested his forehead on yours.

“sorry for getting mad.” he mumbled. you smiled at him ruffling his hair.

“its okay thank you for protecting me my love.” you said looking up at him.

“your love?” he repeated back which you nodded at. you did love yeonjun. even though it only been a short period of time it was like he was your soul mate or your twin flame. everything made sense when he was around; he always made you happy.

yeonjun smiled back at you pulling you into a kiss which you quickly reacted to. this one was more intense. one his hands rested on the desk while the other one was on the small of your back. you melted in the kiss as it made you and yeonjun’s worries completely eradicate, you both only focusing on eachother. you held his face as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. your hand went into his hair causing him to hum. you pulled away slowly as he followed your lips for another kiss cause you to smile.

“okay okay yeonjun were in school.” you blushed pulling away as he kissed down your neck and felt him giggle into it.

“i love you too y/n” he said looking up at you causing you both to smile.

thinking back on it, you were glad you had been late to school that day. if you had not things would have never been the same and your life wouldn't have been changed forever.

#txt post #txt au #txt imagines #txt yeonjun #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun #txt fluff #kpop imagines

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cd-head · 3 years

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Breaking point

Bdubs breaks

TWs; Intrusive thoughts, yelling, crying, sensory overload, overstimulation (Also minor TWs for a minor panic attack and hyperventilation)) AU; Superhero AU *mine* Fandom; Hermitcraft Tags; @asexualbert

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It was to much. Everything was to loud and it made his head pound and world spin. He hadnt touched a drink but it wasnt like anyone here would believe him as he gripped onto the counter so tightly his knuckles turned pitch white. He felt as if his chest was closing up.

He needed out - he needed to feel air in his lungs. But a hand landed on his shoulder, and forced him to engage again. So he did. He did what he always did. Put on a smile and acted. But it was getting so much again and he slipped up.

He shouldve tried harder. Have a breakdown somewhere else. Anywhere else. Somewhere that wasnt in front of all of them. He heard whispers and his hands clasped over his ears. He could make out four words. One that slipped out of a fire headed figures chapped lips.

“He’s being dramatic again...” And at that? As those words fell off of his lips, a bitter laughter wormed its way out of Bdubs throat as he hunched over. Arms wrapping tightly around himself as he didnt care no more to cover his ears.

It felt like everyone was staring. As he looked up again with tears threatening to stream down his face as his hair came out ragged. He saw them all. All of them looked so worried. He couldnt even will himself to laugh when Impulse hit Tango on top of the head.

Bdubs nearly bloodshot eyes shot up when Stress spoke softly, but it didnt help him. It only grew harsher even if he couldnt hear her. He only made out the word ‘joking’.

"Shut up- Shut UP! Im not joking right now, do I FUCKING seem happy? I know im overdramatic! I know!" The words spilled off of his tongue, frustrated tears forming in his big brown eyes that were squinted and slightly red from seemingly endless nights.

This must be what a breaking point looks like, huh? Watching your friend spiral out of control, while angry and broken tears slipped down his face. Watching him shake and tremble and not letting anyone near him to offer him a hug, his powers sprailed a bit and made others tired to the point that some of them were passing out on the floor.

Sand seemingly was pouring from the roof as angry tears slipped from his eyes as he grounded his feet into the ground. The ringing in his ears growing louder per minute. “Im not... im not! None of you take me seriously! All of you just.. you just laugh-” He did his best to ignore the broken crack of his voice. “and... and make fun of me non-stop..”

The world spun around him as the tears made it hard to see once again, it felt as if there was a clog in his throat. One that made it so he couldnt breathe as he shook and sobbed. This wasnt right. This hurt. It hurt more than normal.

Whyd he have to break here?

He wanted out more words but a arm had gently wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him a bit closer and led him out of the room and began to led him down the hall as he shook and leaned on them. Sniffles and sobs still pulling from him as he was pulled into a gentle hug.

He wished it wasnt like this.

Maybe it would change?

Maybe it would.

#void writes #tyler writes #hermitcraft #hermitblr #bdoubleo100 #bdoubleo #tangotek #tw yelling #tw crying #tw sensory overload #tw minor panic attack #tw hyperventilating #tw intrusive thoughts

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Hi! Can i ask for an hc where mc doesnt show much emotion? Like, her mom would gets mad at her when she cried, saying things like 'you dont have anything to be sad about' eventually mc didnt show emotions much in fear no one would care and fear of everyone is just putting up with her? She would break down alone. Im sorry, this is one placei can think of to have my heart comforted. I would be thankful for all warlords, if cant, i would like nobunaga, mitsuhide, kenshin,shingen and hideyoshi. TY💕

Hi love! Sorry for taking sooo long with this HC (>ლ)! I hope you are doing well! Sending you all the loves and hugs (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) ♡ ! And just know for anyone who needs to hear this... that its okay to show emotions, no one is going to think less of you, and trust me when I say there are people who care about you and would be there for you to wipe away every tear and listen to every complaint during your breakdowns! You are not alone dear! And for all those who feel like they have no one and need to vent I'm always here for ya loves (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。 don't be shy to pop me a message even if ya just wanna chat (◕‿◕✿)

Okay so onto the headcanon, thanks so much for the request dear! I hope you have a wonderful day and I hope you enjoy it! ❤🌼

Headcanon: MC afraid of showing emotion/too scared to cry in front of Nobunaga, Kenshin, Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide

Nobunaga

Nobunaga absolutely loved you (｡◕‿◕｡)

He loved everything about you, from the way you walked to the cute way you scrunched up your nose when you laugh, EVERYTHING

When it came to emotions the two of you didn’t show much to the world but when your were together it was easy to drop the mask and be yourself

Except, what Nobunaga didn’t know was that you had to endure years of mental and emotional abuse from your mom

As a child you never cried cause, heaven forbid, that tear slip from your eye in front of her, all hell would break loose

(┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻

She would lose her shit and scream at you that she would give you something to cry about if you did not stop

As of late you have been feeling a little down, and you were finding it harder and harder to push down those feelings bubbling up inside

You quickly retired to a secluded part of the garden, and made your way to your favourite bench

You weren’t even sitting there 2 seconds and the tears started to stream down your face (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Gosh if your mother could see you now she would have a field day

Nobunaga’s meeting had ended early, and he was eager to spend some time with his beloved fireball (◠‿◠✿)

He spotted you sitting in your favourite spot in the garden and made his way towards you

As he got closer he heard and saw something he had never in the year of knowing you, seen or heard before

YOU WERE CRYING

He was by your side in a flash

He crouched down in front of you and took both your hands in his

“Tell me fireball, what is the matter, I will make the problem disappear in an instant.”

What Nobunaga didn’t expect was that you would remove your hands from his and cover your face. “I'm fine, don't worry about me.”

“You cannot lie to me my dear queen, now tell me why do you insist on hiding your pain from me, have you already forgotten you are mine and I am yours. Our hearts beat as one. So tell me fireball what had burdened that sweet heart of yours”, Nobungas voice was as demanding as ever, but it held a kind and comforting warmth and in his eyes, you could see nothing but love and worry for you

You had told him the reason you never cry or show emotion to the outside world and in an instant you were in Nobunaga’s arms being carried to his room

He gently cradled you face in his hands and whispered against your lips “I am not your mother and to me you can cry freely” he then kissed you

It was a kiss filled with so much love and emotion

“Whenever something is troubling your fireball or whenever you feel like crying come to me, so I can kiss away your tears.” (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

Nobunaga spent the rest of that night showing you just how much he loved and adored you (¬‿¬)

Mitsuhide

He saw the look on your face during the banquet

The way your mask had faltered and slipped for a split second (¬_¬)

He knew you were hiding something from him, a painful detail of your past

He told himself he would wait, wait for you to open up to him on your own, but the look you had on your face during the banquet was breaking his sneki boi heart （>﹏<）

He could see you bite your lip in frustration to keep the tears from falling

He knows you had, had a long week, there was always so much work for everyone to do when important daimyos came to visit

As princess of the Oda forces, it was your job to keep the cups of the guests full, however these were particularly nasty guests, who had flung rude comment towards you for the whole duration of their stay

And TBH Mitsuhide was getting sick of it, in fact, all the warlords were fuming on your behalf (ಠ ∩ಠ)

Mitsuhide stalked over to Nobunaga and whispered something in his ear, out of the corner of your eyes, you saw him give a small nod

Mitsuhide in a flash was now beside you, he gently took the bottle of sake from your hands and placed it on the table

He then carefully took hold of your wrist and lead you out of the banquet hall

He leads you onto the balcony and closed the doors to give the two of you some privacy

Golden eyes stared down at you, he could see it in your eyes, the pain and sadness you felt, his heart broke at the sight of your quivering lips tying to chock down and mask your emotions ( ͡ಥ ͜ʖ ͡ಥ)

You tried to say that you were fine, but the second you moved your lips to speak a tear slipped out from the corner of your eye

You turned around and covered you face with your hands repeating over and over how sorry you were (つд⊂)

“Please, Mitsu, please don’t hate me.”

Mitsuhides heart broke, hate you? Why he loved you more than anything in the world

He snaked his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulders whispering in your ears “Why would I ever hate you, my dearest little mouse, for you are my light in this dark world, you are my soulmate and the keeper of my heart. I could never ever, ever hate you little one.”

He gently turned you around in his arms and rested his forehead on yours

He gave your nose a little kiss, an action which makes you chuckle a little

(/‿＼✿)

“My dearest little one, would you dare to tell me, why it is that I would ever hate someone as wonderful as you” he said while nuzzling his nose against yours

You hid your face in the crook of his neck and took in his warm scent, and quietly muttered what your mother had been telling you your whole life

Mitsuhide quietly listened, taking in every word, dropping smalled kisses on your cheek and hair (´•ω•｀)♡

His tightened his embrace on you the second you mentioned that you were scared that he would hate and leave you if you cried in front of him, or cause him unnecessary trouble

When your story was done Mitsuhide cradled your cheeks in his hands, he urged you up to meet his eyes, he then kissed your forehead, nose and finally lips (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

“My dear, you have been caught by a kitsune, and I’m afraid you can never leave, I will never hate or feel inconvenienced by you, my dear, and I would never leave you. To me crying or showing emotion isn’t a sign of weakness; it is a strength. You have no need to fear showing your emotions around me, my love, especially the sad and bad ones, for wherever you are feeling down, I will wrap you in my arms just like this” and as he said that, he moved to snake his arms around your waist once more, and leaned in close to whisper in your ear, ”And then I will do this”

He then started to shower your face, neck and shoulders in small ticklish kisses, while his hands moved to tickle your sides (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You bust out into laughter “Stop Mitsu, haha, mercy, haha, mercy.”

He then gave your lips one final kiss and traced his fingertips on your tear-stained cheeks

“I truly love you, my dear, please never hide your emotions from me again.” (/^-^(^ ^*)/

Kenshin

Kenshin was away fighting and you were left with Sasuke and Yuki to hold down the fort

You were feeling a little sad and upset lately and you were definitely missing the bunny warlord (⁎˃ᆺ˂)

You were hanging out with Yuki and Sasuke at one of the tea houses and you just couldn’t shake the feelings of loneliness and sadness

You could feel your eyes begin to sting, and you knew you needed to get away (つд⊂)

You quickly excused yourself and said that you weren’t feeling well

Sasuke and Yukimura gave each other a worried look

“Should we go after her?” “I think its best if we leave her be, besides I heard lord Kenshin will be home this afternoon”, they gave each other a nog and continued to chat over tea

You wandered back to the castle, your heart was feeling heavy, you kept your tears in until you made it to your room

You walked through the door of your and Kenshin’s shared room and the second the door closed behind you you bust into tears

‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

You slid down the door and curled yourself up into a ball and cried

How many time have you done this before, quietly breaking down and sobbing in the silence of your room ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

Careful not to make a sound, even though your mother was 500 years in the future, the words she would say to you when she caught you crying, stilled ringed in your ears

“Stop it, you silly girl, or I'll give you something to cry about. If you keep it up no one will like you. No one likes people who cry they are annoying. If you don’t learn to toughen up, you will never have any friends.” ☜(`o´)

You covered your ears hoping to block out the noise

Kenshin had come back early and quickly made his way to your shared room to change

He was so excited to see his little bunny

He heard the door of your room open and shut

He was about to step out from behind the changing screen to surprise you, when he heard the sound of your soft whimpers ∑(ΦдΦlll

His heart broke into pieces, why were your crying, how dare hurt his beloved goddess of war, whoever caused his beloved upset will pay with their lives ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)=ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿

He strode out from behind the changing screen to see you huddled into a small ball with your hand covering your ears (ノ′Дヾ)

He quietly made his way up to you and before you knew it you were enveloped in his warmth ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

He held you tight pressing your head into his chest

“Hush, my little bunny, I’m home, what has caused you so much grief, for I vow to cut down anyone who dare hurt the love of my life.”

You tried to calm yourself down, to stop crying but the more you tried to put a lid back on your emotions the more they came pouring out

You and Kenshin had a very open and honest relationship and just as you have destroyed and chased away his demon, it is now his turn to do the same for you

He soothingly pulled his fingers through your hair and kissed the top of your head “It’s okay, I’m here, I’m here, you are okay, just listen to the sound of my heartbeat”

When you managed to calm down a little you told him about your mother and how you were never allowed to cry as a child, as that was perceived as weakness (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡

Kenshin simply remained silent as you hiccuped your way through the story, he traced soothing circles on your back as you continued to speak and he gave you a few small pecks to encourage you to keep going

The bunnies must have sensed that you were feeling down as sometime during your story, an avalanche of fluff huddled around the two of you

Each nuzzling their little noses against you as if to try and comfort you in their own way

(ㅇㅅㅇ❀)

“My love your mother is wrong, it is not a weakness to cry or show emotion and no one will think less of you if you do.”

He then like his bunnies started nuzzling his nose into your hair and kissed the top of your head “I love you with my whole heart and soul, did you already forget the promise we made my love.”

Kenshin gently wiped away the few remaining tears and kissed the tip of your nose

“Ahh I see my sweet goddess of war has forgotten,.” He rested his forehead on yours and gave you a little Eskimo kiss

“Remember when I was still battling with the demons in my head, we made a.. what do you call it again… a yes, a pinky promise… to always hold and listen to one another problems, to envelop each other in a comforting embrace, to face all challenges together and to love each other for eternity no matter what.

Kenshin the gave you the biggest brightest smile and carried you to the futon where the two of you spent the rest of the day cuddled in each other’s arms and surrounded by the love of your fluff army

♡｡ﾟ.(*♡´‿` 人´‿` ♡*)ﾟ♡ °・

Hideyoshi

You were having a horrible day

Everything just seemed to be going wrong

As you started walking back to Hideyioshi’s manor, Nobunaga could sense something was off, so he dragged you with him on one of his candy runs

THB the candy did lift your spirits, but all of that was in vain the second your lover stepped into the kitchen, to catch you and Nobu crunching down on candy

When you turned to look, Nobunaga was gone without a trace leaving you to deal with being lectured on your own

As Hideyoshi lectured you about sugar and the dangers of eating too much of it, all the memories and troubles of the day started coming back and burdening your heart

You could feel the tears start to well up and your throat start to constrict

You needed to get out of there

Halfway through the lecture, you started running, you didn’t want Hideyoshi to see you cry, you didn’t want to burden him with your feelings

ᕕ(ಥʖ̯ಥ)ᕗ

And you most definitely didn’t want to trouble him

You ran all the way back home locking yourself in your shared room

Hideyoshi knocked on the door, to your shared bedroom ಠ╭╮ಠ

You forgot that you had a spare key in the pot pant down the hall

Hideyoshi slowly made his way into the room

He saw you in the corner of the room hugging your legs, tear streaming down your face

｡･ﾟﾟ･(>д<)･ﾟﾟ･｡

“I’m sorry if I was a little harsh on you love, most of that lecture was actually meant for Nobunaga”, Hideyoshi made his way towards you and eyed you apologetically

Although the second you locked eyes with Hideyoshi, he could see that it was more than just the lecture on your mind

He sat down beside you and pulled you into his lap (>^_^)><(^o^<)

“Tell me what’s bothering you love, I may not always be able to read your expressions very well, but I can always tell when something is bothering you”

You had told him of your past and why you don’t give away much with your facial expressions

(つ﹏⊂)

“You know you can always come to me with any problem right, I would never judge you for crying or showing emotion.”

You gave Hideyoshi a small nod, but his MOTHER MODE had been activated and he was now determined to do whatever it took to bring that smile back to your face (◕‸ ◕✿)

He picked you up and walked you to the bathroom where the two of you had a nice warm bubble bath together

He then cooked you your favourite meal and held you in his arms the entire night (◕‿◕✿)

That night in his arms you allowed yourself to cry, you had bottled up your emotions for so long, but with Hideyoshi, you felt safe.

You allowed yourself to show him you every sadness and insecurity, and he accepted all of it ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

He would sit and listen to you while gently rubbing your back

Whenever new tears would stream down your face, he wipes them away leaving a trail of kisses in their wake

Finally, with Hideyoshi, you allowed yourself to drop the mask and show your true emotions, as you felt safe and warm and his arm, and most importantly with Hideyoshi, you always felt loved (⺣◡⺣)♡*

Thanx for the request love! I hope you enjoyed it! (*^.^*)

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